#feel free to reblog this I'm just tired and bored

[russellsppttemplates]

I'm always over the moon (Lando Norris)

A look into your and Lando's little life moments

Note: english is not my first language. It's fluffy, so you know I pratically melted (and am now feeling single in about seventeen different levels)✨️

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Tw: mentions accident drop of a glass and possibility of injury

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Today's training session was particularly hard, Jon having Lando run a considerable amount of kilometres more than the usual distance followed by a weights session. By the time he was finished his cryotherapy session, he was more than ready to go home and snuggle up to you in the sofa.

Setting his keys on the little bowl by the door, Lando left his shoes on the coat cabinet by the door before walking to the ensuite bathroom where he heard noise from.

"I'm home, baby", he said, crossing the corner and resting his body on the side of the door, watching you rub product on your face.

"Hey, Lan", you smiled at him through the mirror, putting the lid on the pot you were using and storing it away.

Approaching him, you laced your arms around his neck, fingers playing with the curls ay the nape of his neck, "how was your session?", you wondered before kissing his lips.

"It was a killer, Jon set out to push me to the limit today", he hummed, hands finding your waist and holding your body close to his, "and you?", he checked.

"I worked all day, finally finished the prototypes for the next Quadrant campaign, then I worked out and I was just finishing my shower when you arrived", you added.

"I should've come home earlier, I could have joined you in there", he smirked, lowering his head to your neck and kissing the skin softly, earning your giggles as you squirmed.

"You're tickling me", you smiled, curling yourself closer against him, "but it's alright, baby, we'll do it another time".

When you separated yourself from his slightly, Lando noticed what you were wearing, "ugh, baby, I don't know what would be better, getting home when you were in the shower or this", he complimented.

"What do you mean?", you scrunched your eyebrows, looking down at your outfit. Because you had moisturised your whole body, from head to toe, after your workout, you decided to put on your tiny pyjamas shorts and one of Lando's t-shirts, the bottom piece fitting your thighs loosely while his t-shirt fit snug on your hips and chest, the fabric leaving little to the imagination. Even though he knew everything it kept away, he loved the way your curvilinear body looked in his t-shirt.

"I love it when you wear my clothes, they look so good on you, too god even", he nibbled on your ear lobe, hands tapping your thighs so you knew to jump and wrap your legs around his waist.

"I thought you were too tired, baby", you brushed the curls away from his eyes, "I am, but that doesn't mean I won't spend the evening glued to you", he winked, carrying you to the sofa in the living room, laying you both down and wrapping you both in a blanket.

"Can't have you feeling cold, baby", he mumbled, fixing the blanket before his hand travelled under the t-shirt and settled on your tummy, making you hum in content, "I love you, baby", you cooed.

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"Alright, let's get to work!", Lando clapped after setting the last box on the living room floor.

When you moved all of the things you wanted to Monaco, Lando insisted you should bring your favourite books, reasoning that the apartment should also have some of your things instead of just his helmets for decoration. So, three boxes were shipped with your favourite book collections and stand alones and, you and Lando took the afternoon to organise them.

"I get this can be boring for you, Lan, I can do it myself if you want to go stream or just game", you added, kissing his cheek lovingly.

"Absolutely not, baby, I want to help you! So, how do you want this?", he asked as he looked at what was in the boxes, "do you want to do this by colour? Genre? Date? The ones you've read and the ones you haven't read yet", he suggested.

"We can go a bit with the colour schemes you already have with the helmets", you tried, looking over at the colour palette the books made up.

Wiping the shelves one last time, you sat on the floor and handed the books over to your boyfriend, guiding him through the order and way you wanted to display them.

"Oh, I remember this one - I read it to you the first time I spent the night at your place! You didn't want to seem weird and admit you needed to read a little before going to bed and thought you could go without it for one night!", he smiled at the memory, "Little did you know that it was another one of the things that attracted me to you and I was more than happy to read to you", he winked, leaving you flustered as you handed him the next book, "very smooth, Mr. Norris", you blushed.

"I like to keep you on your toes", he chuckled, "next, there's room for that big collection there", he pointed to the eight books that shared the same design, "might be a tight squeeze, but I think it's fine", he muttered as you handed him the books.

By the time you finished, the living room looked like a good mixture of you and Lando. The books added a pop of colour and softer tone along with the new picture frames you scattered.

"It looks great", Lando said, pulling you closer to him as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, "our home is coming together nicely", he kissed the side of your head.

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"They can spend the day, of course I don't mind", you smiled as you out the cutlery away in the drawer.

"It's your home too, baby, just wanted to make sure you're fine with it", Lando reasoned as he wiped the counter.

It was still weird to refer to the apartment as your home, but you wouldn't have it any other way. Closing the door and moving to the cups drying on the counter, you grabbed a tea towell and started drying them before setting them in the cupboard.

"I'll make sure to not make too much noise, or I can go and work at the café down the street, it's - shoot!", you cursed as the glass slipped from your hold, falling on the floor and shattering into little pieces.

"Careful, darling, you might hurt yourself more", Lando urged, stretching his arms and helping you stand where there were no glass shards.

"I'm sorry, I thought the towell wasn't that slippery", you said as Lando scanned your hands for any cuts or injuries, moving to your feet and ankles.

"It's okay, baby, I don't care about the glass, I care about you", he kissed your fingers, "there's a little graze here", he pointed to the small nick on your skin, "go wash it off while gather these", he kissed your cheek and looked for the broom.

Making sure he had sweeped all of it and then passing the vacuum cleaner just to make sure, Lando finished putting the glasses away as you stood by the door, "it's fine,Y/N, we'll go to IKEA and get a new one", he conforted, "now, are we ready for bed?", he wondered as he held your hand as you walked to the bedroom.

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"My shoulders are killing me, I think I slept funny", you mumbled, trying to find a good position against the office chair, Lando's look questioning your movements.

"Are you in pain? You should've said something", he tutted, hands coming to rub the muscles along your shoulders and neck as Ria went over the latest filming plans.

"Y/N, are you okay, girl?", Ria asked, concerned at the faces you were pulling, "are you sure he's helping you rather than making it worse?", she teased.

"Hey!", Lando yelled, "I'm trying to be a great boyfriend, making sure she's feeling well and taken care of! I think that's jealousy", he smirked, poking his tongue out at her.

"It's feeling good, handsome, especially right there", you groaned, earning a whistle from Max.

"If you guys need a room, I'm sure they can find something relatively kept away!", he laughed, luckily missing the pillow your boyfriend threw at him, "no need to resort to violence, guys!".

"Bring that pillow over here, please, I actually need it", you asked him, taking it from his hands as he quickly walked away, "what, are you afraid I was going to make you trip?", you giggled.

"I don't know, the two of you are never up to any good!", Max raised his hands in defense as Lando kissed your forehead, "He's just jealous because we're a great team and P isn't here with him".

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Weekends with no racing and no plans quickly became your favourite because you were able to spend as much time as you possibly could with Lando, the triple header ahead of you already promising to make spending time just with him on your own a bit difficult.

When Lando woke up like clockwork, he stretched his neck just enough to watch you sleep cuddled up to his side, your hand grabbing a handful of the sheets that were keeping you warm as you peacefully slept, and knowing how much Quadrant had kept you up late that past week, he thought it would be nice to let you sleep for a bit longer.

Carefully getting up to not wake you up, Lando kissed your cheek soflty and made his side of the bed, tucking the sheets around your body as he lightly kissed your head one last time before he went to the ensuite to change into his workout clothes.

Heading to the kitchen, Lando filled his water bottle and grabbed a pre-workout snack to take to the home gym. Looking at the equipment in the room and the cardio indications Jon had sent him, he decided that he was going on the bike, figuring that, even though the sound isolation was pretty good, it would be the least likely to make too much noise to the point of waking you up, following up with some weights and then stretching.

He was all sweaty when he walked back into the bedroom, ready to have a shower when he heard the sheets ruffling, "hey, baby, good morning", he smiled, "you can go back to sleep, I just need to take a shower, I'm sorry I woke you up", he pouted.

"Morning", you yawned, "I'm going to shower with you", you smiled sleepily, getting up and joining him in the ensuite.

Leaving your clothes in a pile on the floor, Lando got the shower started, making sure the water was warm as you both liked before stepping in with you, letting the water wash away before you grabbed your shower gel, lathering it on Lando's hands and then on yours as you both helped the other wash off, stealing kissing and caresses along the way.

When you got back to the bedroom and dressed in lounge wear clothes, you were ready to have breakfast, finding the overnight oats in the kitchen, "I don't mind if you want to eat something else", Lando offered.

"These are good, I don't mind it", you said, "but I am going to make my latte because my brain can't go without the caffeine", you scrunched up your nose, earning his giggles as you turned on the coffee machine.

"Can I have a little sip, please?", Lando asked once you frothed up the milk, "of course, here baby", you encouraged, bringing the mug up to his lips and having your hand form a shell under it just in case it spilled.

Lando was left with a little foam moustache, earning a giggle from you as you kissed him, "my little frothy man", you cupped his cheek before kissing him properly, "I love you, Y/N", he whispered, pulling you into his embrace.

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"You pick the movie, I have to go pee", you said to your boyfriend, letting him walk inside the living room as you continued down the hall to the bathroom.

For tonight's plan, you and Lando decided to stay in and cook together, wanting to enjoy the small task without rushing or heating up something from his meal plan, still making something healthy and approved by his team.

When you got back to the living room,

Lando had his Spotify app on the TV, a slow song you recognised from his brother's wedding playlist ready to play, "would you do me the honour of joining me in this dance?", he asked, kissing your knuckles before looking up at you, eyes sparkly as you replied, "yes, I will", you smiled, allowing him to push you flush to his chest, slowdancing in the living room once he started the song, your head in his chest listening to his steady heartbeat.

"Everyday I thank my lucky starts that we met, that I was bold enough to ask you out and that you've stayed with me all of these years", he broke the silence as he unattached his lips from your temple, "and I never want to loose this, little touches, giggles, wins and losses, all of it", he smiled.

"You're the best thing that has happened to me, Lando", you cupped his face in your hands, thumbs brushing his cheeks as he smiled, "I can only hope you feel as happy as I do when I'm with you".

"Darling, with you, I'm always over the moon", he giggled, kissing your lips softly as he stumbled you two into the sofa, roaming hands and tongues battling eachother as a night of love and passion unfolded.

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[dlrvuio]

my girl

genre - fluff, bf!mark x f!reader

warnings - slight mentions of drinking/getting drunk

tagalog ver.

02:37

Checking your phone repeatedly for the time, showing obvious signs, "Hey, I'm kinda bored and tired and wanna go home, but I don't want to ruin your bonding moment."

"Love, are you still okay?" Your boyfriend cooed out the nickname, coming up behind your slightly distant seat after getting up to get more drinks for the table.

Mark stood on your left side, gently cupping the right side of your face as you leaned back in your seat, looking up before nodding lazily, "Sleepy, just a little though."

Raising your cup closer to your lips, drinking to get your thirst away. Mark smoothly grabbed the cup away from you, kneeling down to your relaxed posture. "Let's go home? Hm?" He kept a free hand on your waist, eyebrows raised, and eyes focused, waiting for your answer, admiring how your eyelids automatically fell once you felt his touch.

He patted your thigh to bring you back to consciousness, then walked towards his seat, picking up his jacket which hung around the back of his chair. "We'll go first, I'll drop off my girl." Mark waved goodbye, dabbing up his friends before focusing all his attention on you, now leaning against the pillar. He grabbed your purse and placed his jacket around your slightly exposed shoulders, offering his arm for support.

"Drive safe!" One of his members yelled out before raising his cup to Mark and nodding.

Still feeling sleepy, you were grateful for Mark and his self-control. Knowing he had the choice to get wasted with his friends after a long time and you driving him home, or only having one drink in a 5+ hour hangout to be able to keep checking up on you, even though you both knew that it was your job to keep an eye on him.

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[lovelybrooke]

We'll Always Protect You (Yandere Strawhats x reader)

So, I just finished the Skypiea arc, and I wanted to write some blurbs on how each of the strawhats would protect you. Remember to like, comment, and reblog if you enjoyed this. Thank you so much.

At the end of the day, Luffy is a child, or at least he acts like one. He thinks he deserves everything, including your time and attention.

"Come oooonnnn (Y/N)!" Luffy droned, grabbing your arm in an attempt to pull you away from the fruit you were inspecting. "I'm bored."

"You didn't have to come, Luffy." You say as you pay for a melon and gently place it in your basket. "Either way, it was my turn to shop." Luffy ignores your words with a frown, continuing to pull you away.

With a huff you face him, "Look Luffy, there's like, two more things were need." You show him the shopping list, pointing to a few more spices you needed. "Why don't you go get the last few spices and I'll get the rest. We can meet back up at the ship when we're done."

Luffy thinks about it for a minute before smiling, snatching a few barries from your bag. "Alright, as long as it means we'll be done sooner." Quickly, he's bolts off, running towards the other stores and stalls.

You let out a breath, happy to get a few seconds alone. You look back at the list, just a few more things left, you should finish shopping before afternoon if you find everything you need quickly.

"Hey, watch we're you're going!" You let out an oof on impact, bumping into some random man. He looks, and smells drunk, and his face looks anything but pleased as he stares down at you in anger.

"I'm sorry, I didn't..." Your words are caught in your throat as you feel the hand around your wrist tighten painfully, he must've grabbed on to you when you ran into him.

"Don't you know how rude it is, you could've hurt me." You were doubtful that was true, you were much smaller than him, you're surprised he even felt you. Shaking your head, you stare at the man in fear.

"I really didn't mean to." You said meekly as you try to stop the shaking in your body. The drunk man eyes your bag, which was filled with food, and of course, berries. The man smirks and grips you tighter as he slowly reaches towards your bag.

You heard the punch before you actually saw it, the man falling to the ground with a hard thud, the people around you gasp in fear as they stare at you. You had which was now free was shaking as you back away slowly from the now unconscious man.

"(Y/N)!" You hear Luffy yell, watching as his arm retract back to a normal length. He runs up to you, eyes wide as he looks all over you for any injuries. Luffy was panting, panic all over his face and unaware of the fearful people around him. When his eyes meet your wrist, a scowl decorates his face, holding onto you gently.

"He hurt you...I'm sorry." He whispers, chest heaving as the man groans, blood dripping down his nose. Luffy give him a blank stare before taking your hand.

"Come on, let's go."

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"Zoro, where are you!"

Not too long ago, you helped said child find his mom after he got lost in the forest while playing. You found him while exploring the island, all scared and helpless. What were you supposed to do, not help him?

Well, apparently not, since helping the kid meant abandoning your traveling partner, Zoro. You left him so you could safely get the kid out of the forest, which meant leaving Zoro to get lost.

Now you're forced to look for him afterwards. You knew when you found him, he would be pissed, but you were too tired to think about that in the current moment. You yawn as you yell for Zoro again, looking around for any signs of him.

"Zoro, come on!" You yell, groaning, "I'm tired, I want to go home."

Crack

You turn you head, heart beating out of your chest. You slowly move closer to the sound, carefully peering into the bushes in front of you. Taking a deep breath, you prepare yourself for what might come, annoyance crawling up you as you come face to face with Zoro.

Marching up to him, you cross your arms and snarl, "Jeez Zoro, where have you been, it's dark out." Zoro looks unfazed at your clear irritation, simply staring at you with a raised brow.

"You left me." He said, slightly smirking as you huff.

"Yeah, to help a kid." You waved your arms around for emphasis, "I didn't expect you to get lost for the rest of the day."

Zoro takes his place beside you, looking at you with a sharp stare, "Don't leave again."

Your role your eyes, "It was for a kid."

"Don't care."

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Sanji loves cooking for you, always trying new recipes and learning new things just to impress his favorite person. He loved cooking for anyone, but it was different with you.

However, he absolutely hated when you ate something anything else made. He always thought the worst would happen, what happened if it was poisoned, or you were allergic, or rotten?

So, when you were offered a chicken skewer from a food stall, it took everything in him to not slap it out of your hand in disgust. It looked good enough, nothing compared to his cooking, but it looked edible. But nothing could calm the beating of his heart as he watched the food get closer and closer to your mouth.

"(Y/N)! Wait!" He quickly took the skewer from you, watching as you became confused at his action. Sanji laughed nervously, adverting his gaze from your questioning look.

"It's just...you shouldn't take food from random people." He quickly regained his composure, moving to throw the skewer away. "I wouldn't want you to get sick or anything."

You nodded, though it was hard to ignore the loud grumbling of your stomach, "Come on, why don't we go back, and I'll make something for you."

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"Checkmate."

"Darn 'it, you beat me again." Robin laughs as you let out a breath of frustration. You've been wasting away time on the ship by playing chess with Robin. While you weren't as good as her, it was fun to play.

"Would you like to play again?" She offers, already reseating the chess bord. You nod, seeing that she's gotten everything ready to play. As Robin readies the next round, you hear someone run up towards your table, seeing both Usopp and Chopper smiling at you.

"(Y/N), we're playing hide and seek with Luffy. You wanna play?" Chopper giggles, jumping up and down in excitement. Before you could get a word out, Robin is speaking for you.

"Sorry, they're already playing with me." Robin says, watching as Chopper's face falls. You give him a sorry look as Robin makes her first move.

"Your turn." You wave bye to the two, turning your head to make your move.

Many minutes past but of course, Robin wins. As you end, Robin asks if you would like to play one more round, but this time you refuse. Her face falls for a second, before quickly becoming a small smile, which was obviously fake shown by her tense demeanor.

"Alright." She says as she slowly picks up the pieces, "Luffy's been pretty bored lately, you should go check up on him." She mentions off handedly. At the mention of Luffy's name, you tense up, looking around nervously.

"Um...actually, why don't we play just one more round." She smiles, raising her eyebrows in mock surprise.

"Oh, change of heart?" She starts putting the pieces back in place, preparing for the next game.

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"(Y/N)?! Oh, (Y/N), you're awake, great." You're awoken to Chopper's worried voice, which is surprisingly soothing. He's hovering over you, looking at you with intense eyes.

"What happened." You had little memory of the previous night.

"You came to me complaining about a cold and then later that night, you fainted." He looked down, ashamed, and you could tell tear were forming in his eyes. "I'm sorry, I should've helped you sooner."

You sit up slowly, removing the cold towel from your forehead. "Don't worry about it, Chopper, at least I'm better now."

Chopper looks up at you, large tears streaming down his face, "You're not mad at me." He whispers desperately. Your nod causes him to jump up onto your bed, hugging you as best as he could.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you so much." He snuggles into you as pet his head. Suddenly, he shoots up, jumping down from the bed and rushing towards his cabinet filled to the brim with medicine.

"Oh, I almost forgot, you need to take this." He hands you a small vile filled with some green liquid. It looks thick, and definitely not like something you want to consume. "It doesn't taste good, but it'll help."

You take a deep breath before gulping down the strange concoction. It goes slowly down your throat, causing you to nearly choke. It takes a while before it goes down, the taste remaining stuck in your mouth.

Chopper takes the vile back from you, smile at you like you accomplished something great. "Good, good." He nods to himself before sitting down at a chair near your table.

Your eyes become droopy, and a yawn overwhelms your senses. You just woke up; you shouldn't feel this tired. Chopper urges you to lay back down, moving your blanket up and smoothing it out nicely. Before you know it, you're out like a light.

"Don't worry (Y/N), I'll keep you safe until you better."

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Usopp couldn’t say no to you. None of the Strawhats could. But it was much harder for Usopp.

While Usopp would consider himself a master liar, any lie he attempts to weave gets forgotten when it comes to you.

However, desperate times cause for desperate measure.

“The world without us is dangerous.” Usopp words are quick, a mixture of nervousness and urgency in his voice. Whenever you even mention the idea leaving Usopp is quick to get the thought out of your mind.

“It’s filled with monsters and villains beyond your wildest dreams.” He raises his voice for dramatic effect, ashamed of the please feeling he gets at your obvious fear.

What Usopp is saying isn’t entirely a lie. The world is dangerous, and you most likely wouldn’t survive a day without them. However, the world is also filled with great people who wouldn’t waste a second helping you if needed.

You sigh, looking down at the water below you, “I know Usopp, it’s just I don’t want to weigh you guys down.”

Usopp gasps, eyes widened in shock. He shakes his head, giving you a comforting pat on the back. “Don’t worry (Y/N), you’ll never weight us down.” He gives you a happy smile, “We’ll always protect you, no matter what.”

Usopp knew that wasn’t a lie.

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Nami is who you usually spent your night with, reading and relaxing before bed was something you loved.

However, some nights you’d talk, and talk, and talk. The conversations ranged from boring and monotonous topics to something’s more deep.

“I hope we can have many adventures together Nami.” You say quietly, not really talking to her but to the world around you. You look longingly at the sky, the stars shining beautifully up above. “I want to travel the entire sea with you guys.”

There shouldn’t be a pit forming in Nami’s stomach, she should be happy you want to spend time with them, especially compared to how you used to act. But she didn’t like your distant look and your hollow smile. There was no passion behind your words, only a fading and distant hope.

A hope for something long gone, true unhindered freedom. The freedom to go where you want, meet you you want, be who you want. The Strawhats were keeping you from that, and Nami knew it.

She wanted to feel bad, but she couldn’t, and a dark part of it said it was because of love. She and her crew mates love you and want to see you happy and healthy. You can’t be that without them, without their protection.

A similar hollow smile graces Nani’s face as she looks up at the sky. Her eyes close as she silently wishes for you to one day understand why they do what they do, and for you to not hate them.

“I do too, (Y/N).”

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A/n: Some of these are more possessive than protective but welp.

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[wakandas-vibranium]

I’m In A Meeting

Pairing: No outbreak!Joel Miller x Wife!Reader

Warnings: 18+ content, minors DNI, smutty smut, oral(m receiving)

Word count: 1.5k

Summary: Your husband Joel is currently on a zoom meeting and you’re bored.

A/N: I'm just in a Joel Miller mood today I guess. Please like, comment, and reblog!

Your husband Joel had a flourishing contracting business, and you couldn't have been more proud of him. You two haven't had much time to be intimate, much less have sex, in the last few months since he's been so busy. He was either too tired or stayed late at work. 

Again, you were proud of him, but you missed your husband. It's almost as if he had to put you on his calendar for a meeting just to have a conversation with you. You didn't complain, but his absence was starting to wear down on you. 

You spent your time with your stepdaughter Sarah, but Sarah was also preoccupied with her best friend Ellie. You spent some time with Tommy and Maria, but the newlywed couple was already worn out with their newborn child. The time you spent with your best friend and husband, Joel, was far more meaningful to you than the time you spent working or even with your close friends. You and Joel did everything together…or at least you used to. 

Because the community center where you worked was closed for construction this week, you were at home. You hoped that this chance would allow you to spend more time with your husband, but it did not. He was constantly busy, even when working from home. He was so busy that he missed your lunch date, which was right downstairs in your kitchen. Somebody always needed him for something. He was the boss, so it only made sense. You loved and hated it. 

It was an early release day, so you picked up Sarah and Ellie from school and dropped them off at the local arcade for a few hours. When you got home, Joel was still in his office, conducting yet another meeting. 

You decided enough was enough right then and there. You stripped your clothes off and marched to the door of his office, overcome by boldness and unadulterated determination. You didn't even bother to knock. You strolled into his office, naked as the day you came. When he looked up at you, his eyes widened in surprise before his lips curled upward in a small smirk.

It sounded like one of his clients was giving a presentation, but you didn't care, and by the looks of it, neither did your husband. His chestnut-brown eyes had abandoned his computer screen and watched you like a hawk. 

You shut the door behind you, got down on your knees, and crawled slowly over to your husband. You crawled underneath his desk and sat back on your knees once you were in front of his lap. 

You unzipped his slacks slowly, careful not to graze his cock, teasing. Joel grabbed the camera on top of his desktop and tilted it upward, rendering it unable to see anything below his chin. You reached in his pants and pulled out his half hard cock. Clearly, he missed you as much as you missed him, you thought to yourself. 

Your mouth watered with hunger the minute his cock sprung free. Joel was so busy this month with an inflow of new clients that you hadn't choked on it in such a long time. You missed it. You licked the palm of your hand before gently massaging his cock. It grew to fullness in your hand within a manner of seconds. One of your favorite feelings. 

Joel kept facing his computer screen, but his hand came down and touched the side of your face. You turned your cheek into his hand and kissed his palm twice. He hummed and nodded his head, as if he were paying attention to the presentation. 

You licked your lips, moaning quietly as his hard cock stared back at you, daring you to put it in your mouth. 

"Look at me." You commanded in a hushed tone, skillfully licking an impressive stripe up his shaft and flicking your tongue over the slit. Joel caught your teasing smirk as he glanced down at you. You wrapped your lips around him and sucked, peering up at him to gauge his reaction. Joel leaned forward a bit, grabbing and squeezing your tits in both hands.

“Just like that, baby.” Joel encouraged, letting out a strained moan as you started bobbing your head up and down, setting a particular toe curling pace that he always seemed to melt for. 

Someone asked him a contract question that appeared to be extremely significant, so you pulled off with a soft pop and stroked his wet cock loosely while the other hand fondled his balls.

You had always loved Joel's vocal prowess during sexcapades, but the fact that he couldn't make the noises he wanted right now made you even wetter for him.

“That’s right Mark— mmm,” Joel coughed, covering his moan as you squeezed his dick tighter in your first, pumping him hard and fast with one hand. Your other hand crept between your thighs and played with your swollen clit. Your cunt was drenched. 

He struggled through a few more questions before pressing the mute button. He looked down at you, his eyes hungry with a sweet promise of what was to come once his meeting finished.

You licked long, wet stripes along the sides of his shaft before taking the tip of his cock between your soft, full lips. "Goddamnit!" he swore, slamming his palm down hard on the desk and fighting back a growl as the heat of your mouth engulfed him once more.

Good thing he muted his microphone, you thought, turned on and amused by the needy sounds escaping his lips. 

"Our annual charity gala is coming up," someone chimed in, prompting a flurry of excited shouts and a round of applause.

"Shit," Joel exhaled sharply, eyes fluttering closed, his thick fingers sinking into the leather armrests of his office chair as you sucked him deeper down your throat and stroked the base of his cock.

“Joel?” Mark, his million dollar client, questioned, raspy voice heavy with concern, “Everything okay over there?” 

Joel’s eyes shot open and he sat up straight in his chair, cautiously closing his legs. He must have accidentally unmuted his microphone when he slammed the desk. You fought back a hysterical giggle as you continued bobbing your head up and down, slurping as quietly as you could. He tasted so good. 

“Yeah,” he said, nodding his head as he chuckled nervously, “I just stubbed my toe on the co—corner of my desk is all.” You gripped his thigh and spread his legs back to where they were. He cupped the back of your head before pulling on your locs. The painful pleasure only made your clit throb for him. You brought your hand back down to your pussy and began to finger your clit in tight circles. You wanted to cum with his cock in your mouth. 

“Will you be joining us at the office this Friday?” Andrea, a new hire, asked Joel. Everybody loved Joel. He was the man in Austin, Texas. There weren't too many people in the big city who didn't know who Joel Miller was. You loved that for him. His success was your success. 

“Yes,” he mumbled, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip as his eyes fluttered closed again, “I’ll mmhmm be the—there.” 

“And how about the charity gala next weekend?” Mark asked warmly, “Are you coming?”

“Yeah, I’m cummin’ right the fuck now,”Joel grunted lowly, warning you slyly. You giggled around his cock and the vibrations were more than enough to send him over the edge. He let go of your locs and grabbed your shoulder instead, biting back a booming moan as he shot his warm seed down your throat, shuddering hard as you swallowed around him. You came hard, legs trembling too as an orgasm ripped through your belly. Joel’s cock being in your mouth drowned out your loud whimpers. 

“Well if there’s nothing else. Have a great evening everyone. We’ll see you all in the office on Friday.” 

“Good night everyone.”

“Have a good one.”

“See ya Friday, Joel.”

“Bye y’all.”

“Have a good rest of your week, Joel.”

“Goodbye everybody.” 

You heard the chirp of multiple people leaving the zoom meeting so you continued to suck, milking your husband of all he had. You rubbed his thighs as they shook slightly. 

“And make sure that beautiful wife comes too,” one of his newer clients added before ending the meeting. 

“Oh, I will,” Joel promised as his gaze never left yours, grin wide and toothy, pupils blown wide as all outside and shimmering with lust. Your heart hammered against your chest in anticipation. 

He made sure the meeting ended before standing up, cock softening as he peered down at you, “Bend your sexy ass over my desk,” he purred as he walked around his desk, “I want that ass as high as you can get it.” 

"You sure I don't have to make an appointment first?" You laughed, shoulders shaking as you crawled out from under his desk.

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[tenyearsoftrash]

Ten Years of HTP: A Celebration

Hi all, I (@eatingcroutons) set up this blog with all sorts of intentions about preparation and promotion and then Life Things Happened, but I'm still hoping to go forward with the idea of encouraging some nostalgia and memory-sharing about the last ten years of the HYDRA Trash Party.

The aim here is to be more of a celebration of community rather than your typical prompt fest - if you're looking for prompts for fanworks you might want to check out the @catws-anniversary that has just kicked off and will run until the 4th of April, or of course refer back to the Trash Meme itself!

So for this blog's purposes, feel free to post informal thoughts and musings and ramblings, and to comment on each other's memories - this is all about our shared history and nostalgia, and the idea is for it to be an open dialogue and celebration of community. A few points on logistics:

Anonymous asks and submission are open on this blog if you'd prefer not to participate under a named account. We all know how hostile certain corners of fandom have become to darkfic and adjacent content.

For all the themes below self-recs are also very welcome, if you want a chance to show off something you made years ago that hasn't gotten much attention in a while!

Go ahead and tag this blog at @tenyearsoftrash for a reblog of anything you post about the below themes!

All that said, here are some suggested themes and ideas to get you thinking and reminiscing:

April 4: Rewatch CA:TWS!

Take yourself right back to where it all began! With too many people across too many timezones we're not going to even try to organise a massive synchronised groupwatch, but maybe you could get a few of your old-school HTP buddies together to do a smaller one? In any case: fire up the movie, relive all the feels, and share any HTP-related thoughts that come (back) to mind after all these years!

April 5: Fanwork Recs

Go back and dig up some links to your favourite HTP fanworks - whether big or small, well-known or niche, what are the works that have really rewritten your brain chemistry, and stuck with you all this time? What was it about them that hit just the right spot? Feel free to share your thoughts on Tumblr - and to go back and drop a nostalgic comment on anything on AO3 😉

April 7: Meta Recs

Over the years there's been a lot of meta associated with HTP, from discussions of what CA:TWS and HYDRA represent in a broader social context, to endless back-and-forth about darkfic's place in fandom. Are there any posts that really made you think, or that remain relevant even now? Is there anything that came out of those meta discussions that has turned out to be particularly prescient, in hindsight?

April 8: HTP Fanon

What are your favourite bits of shared or personal fanon around HTP and its related concepts? Are there any Original Characters you're particularly fond of? Any particular tropes regarding characters or events that you will never get tired or bored of? Any ideas that might seem cracky on the surface but which you are totally into regardless?

April 8: Other Media/Fandoms

We've all had those moments where we've come across something in a new canon and immediately been like, "Oh, this is delicious trash bait," right? What other media has had a "Bucky Barnes Obediently Accepts The Bite Block" moment for you? What other characters might your fellow HTP friends enjoy as interesting targets for Trash Party Shenanigans? In what fandoms have you found yourself running into an awful lot of familiar HTP faces?

April 9: WIP Amnesty

Do you have any HTP fanworks that you never finished, or never got around to starting, for whatever reason? Now's your excuse to talk about them! Feel free to ramble about what your plans would have been, lament why they're never going to happen, or share some of those great ideas you never quite had time to plot out. Or, if you're feeling particularly inspired, go back and actually finish something off!

April 10: HTP Community Memories

To finish off the week let's talk about the community itself! What have been the good times, the interesting times, any times that have been personally significant to you, for any reason? What things have you experienced or shared or understood with or through or because of the HTP community? What new friends have you made over the years, and what old friends do you miss?

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Apologies again for taking some time to getting around to making this post, but hopefully people will still be interested in doing some reminiscing!

#hydra trash party #ten years of trash #admin

[freesneezes4every1]

Places to Sneeze Rated

Nobody asked for my opinion but I'm going to give it to you anyway. Please feel free to reblog with your own position.

Into cupped hands

- 7/10

- very cute, potential for for germs and contagion

- unfortunately hides the face of the sneezer

Tissues

- 4/10

- nice for germaphobes, practical

- a classic

- a little boring, you know?

- the aesthetic is nice though

Someone's neck

- 9/10

- so hot, I literally never get tired of it

- shoulder, chest and pretty much every other body part is great too

- only con is that you don't get to see the sneezes

Hanky

- 6/10

- like tissues but with a more personal touch

- Chaotic good vibes

Clothes

- 8/10

- hot, would definitely recommend

- I just think someone pulling up the collar of their shirt to sneeze is a widely underestimated concept

- like someone wanting to shield other people from their sneezes and just doing the first thing that comes to mind??

Elbow

- 6/10

- the definition of Lawful Neutral

- considering that this is how you're supposed to sneeze I see very little people doing it lol

- I just love the little jerking forward movement

Sneezing openly

- 9/10

- I love me some unabashed sneezes

- very great because you get to see everything

- great for fans of mess and contagion

- one of the sexiest things one can do

Someone's face

- 12/10

- yes, it's kinda gross but also the best???

- really is there anything hotter than getting into someone's space and just sneezing all over them

- seriously this trope is pure snzfckr bliss

Towards the ground

- 6/10

- haven't seen it a lot of times tbh

- someone not being able to cover for whatever reason is always hot though

Please feel free to add!!

#i just wanted to rant #these are theoretical btw #not sure how i'd feel about them in real life #i do love the tropes though #sneeze kink #sneezing #snzfckr #snz #snz kink #snz fet #snz scenario

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Note: request by @andakth. eeek thank you!! I hope you will like this! And to all readers: always feel free to like, reblog and let me know what you thought 🖤

Warnings: angst, hints of suicidal tendencies/destructive behaviour, mention of alcohol, heartbreak, and few degrading insults.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

Summary: You had been planning a surprise party for your boyfriend, Sihtric, except he thought you were seeing someone else, as you became secretive and distant.

Word count: 5.5k

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'Tell me where you were last night and with who. I will not ask you again!'

*****************

'No, no,' you giggled quietly, 'he's not suspecting a thing, I swear. Did you send the invitations to everyone? Okay, good! Thanks! I know. I can't wait to see his face on his birthday. But I should hang up now before he wonders why I'm out in the garden again at night. Yes, bye, bye!'

You opened the backdoor, walking in as nonchalantly as you could and sunk into the couch, next to your boyfriend.

'What were you doing?' Sihtric asked and pulled you closer. You smiled and pecked his cheek.

'Nothing.'

An awkward silence fell, which rarely happened between the two of you in all those 6 years of being together.

'You've been on your phone a lot lately, no?' he chuckled lightly.

'And?' you frowned.

'Well, it's… I mean… just… nevermind. Are we still on for our date night tomorrow?'

Every month you and Sihtric always had at least one date night. In between work, family and friends, it was sometimes tough to spend some quality time together, and the last thing you wanted was for your relationship to become boring. You'd go do something you both liked and it always ended with some hot and steamy sex afterwards. Tomorrow you'd have dinner at your favourite restaurant, then on to see a newly released movie, which Sihtric picked, and after the movie, or perhaps during the movie if it was boring, you'd make sweet love to him. 

'Of course,' you smiled and raked your fingers through his long hair.

'Good,' Sihtric smiled softly and kissed your cheek.

Suddenly your phone blew up with messages, and you quickly locked your screen when Sihtric tried to see who it was.

'Who's texting this late? It's nearly midnight.'

'Oh, it's… some group chat I got dragged into. But hey, I'm going to bed. You joining, babe?'

Sihtric gave you a confused look and felt something was off. You usually never hid your phone from him, but he noticed you did it a lot the past few weeks, and he knows you hate group chats so much, you always leave them immediately. That, and the fact you had been making a lot of phone calls late at night was making him feel uneasy. Sihtric tried to shake the feeling each day and blamed it on him just being tired from another day's work. But he just knew you were keeping something from him.

'I'll come up after I finish my drink.'

'Okay,' you smiled and leaned in to him, tucked a strand of hair behind his ear and trailed your fingers slowly over his cheek to his chin, pushing up slightly to kiss his lips, 'good night, handsome. I love you.'

'Good night, honey, love you too.'

'You better,' you grinned, 'don't stay up too late.'

*************

You: babe I'm so sorry

You: we have to cancel date night :( 

You: I suddenly have to work longer tonight

Sihtric: for real?

Sihtric: babyyyyyy

Sihtric: :( 

You: I'm so sorry sweetie I promise I'll make it up

Sihtric: what time are you off? We can still get a drink maybe?

Shit, you thought, he's not letting it go easy. You didn't have to work overtime, but Uhtred texted you and wrote it was urgent, as it was for Sihtric's surprise party in two weeks. Sihtric loved this fancy Asian place downtown, and Finan had just found out that, if you paid enough, they'd do catering at home, but it needed to be decided tonight if you wanted to get it all fixed in time. 

You: I'm sorry babe but I don't know. There's some issues with the computers… data is lost and all that

Sihtric: for fuck sakes :'( 

Sihtric: well… text me when you're done okay? I don't want you taking the bus back home late at night, I'll come pick you up

You: ohh, my private driver makes an appearance again?

Sihtric: I'll give you a private ride later, and I'm not talking about my car baby

You: you're already driving me wild ;)

Sihtric: … you just killed the mood

You giggled and kicked your feet stupidly. He still had that effect on you after all those years. And you knew for a fact that Sihtric was laughing out loud back home now, he loved your stupid puns. And god, how you loved that boy. You were both simply smitten, from the start all up until now, it was probably sickening to some people. 

You hated having to cancel your night with Sihtric, but you knew he was going to lose his mind when his birthday arrived. You, Finan, Uhtred and Osferth had been planning a surprise party for months already, but now that date got closer, it started to become trickier to get things done. Uhtred had arranged the invitations and sent them out to everyone, Finan had looked into the food, and you were making sure to get a deal with that restaurant tonight, while Osferth had been using his connections to get a good dj to play at the party for a decent price. You were in charge of the decorations and simply the person to contact if anyone had a question. It had been hard to keep it hidden from Sihtric, making you a little more secretive and even distant at times as there was so much to take care of, and last night was a close call when he almost saw the group chat.

***************

The meeting at the restaurant had taken up most of the night. By the time you were done it was already past midnight and you knew Sihtric would be asleep already, so you didn't bother to take your phone out to text him. Therefore you also had no idea Sihtric had been texting and calling you for a few hours already. Uhtred insisted on driving you home and dropped you off at the corner of your street. You locked the front door behind you and tried to be as quiet as possible, so you wouldn't wake up Sihtric.

'Where have you been?'

Sihtric's low voice startled you and you dropped your keys. The house was completely dark so you expected him in bed.

'Fuck! Babe, you scared the hell out of me! Why are you sitting in the dark?' 

You chuckled lightly at your scare while kicking your shoes off and switched on a light.

'You didn't answer my question.'

You didn't recognize the look on his face or the tone in his voice. And to be honest, it frightened you a little. Sihtric was always impressive looking. Tall, muscular, a neck tattoo and a few finger tattoos, a couple of scars graced his stunning face and all that combined with his dark, shoulder length, permanently messy looking hair made him the typical handsome mysterious guy. But you knew about his troubled past and also knew Sihtric was self destructive if he'd spiral out of control. Since he got together with you it had overall had gone really well. But you couldn't place the energy he gave you right now and it worried you.

'Sihtric, are you okay?'

'You tell me.'

'H-have you been drinking?' you asked cautiously as you walked over to him.

'Answer my fucking question!' he suddenly snapped, for the first time in all those years he raised his voice at you in anger.

'Sihtric, what the hell is going on wi-'

'I called your work an hour ago,' he interrupted, awfully calm again and your stomach dropped, 'they told me you weren't there and that you didn't work any overtime tonight. So I texted and I called you, worried sick about your whereabouts,' he scoffed, 'and you didn't answer, or even read anything. And then you show up out of nowhere, in the middle of the night, perfectly happy.'

'Babe, I… I went for a drink with the boys,' you half lied.

Sihtric nodded and clicked his tongue, 'while you were supposed to go out with me? Okay.'

He got up from the couch and walked past you, not even looking into your eyes and he said, 'your boss also told me you haven't worked any overtime at all these past few weeks.' And he made his way upstairs.

'Sihtric, I'm sorry, I-' you got interrupted by the bedroom door being slammed shut loudly.

************

You expected that the next day would be better, Sihtric just had to sleep it off. He could never stay mad at you, even if this was the angriest he had been with you. 

It was Saturday morning when the sun woke you up. You felt Sihtric was still in bed so, as usual, you nestled against his side and pecked his cheek sleepily to wake him up. Sihtric loved it when you did that, always humming softly with a smile on his face when you planted soft kisses all over him before you dozed off in his arms again.

'Hey, pretty boy,' you whispered when he blinked sleepily, and you wrapped an arm around him to get closer, but he quickly brushed your arm away and abruptly got out of bed. 

'Baby?' you called after him, half awake, 'where are you going? It's still early and it's the weekend. Want you in bed with me, love.'

Sihtric never replied and stomped down the stairs. You didn't understand, but quickly dozed off again. 

When you went downstairs, hours later, you found Sihtric asleep on the couch. You frowned at the sight of your breathtaking man, but figured that maybe he just couldn't sleep anymore when you had kissed him awake so he had gone downstairs, only to still be taken by sleep. You woke him up when you had made him breakfast, which he reluctantly seemed to eat as he sat across from you at the kitchen table. Another sign that something was wrong, because Sihtric loved it when you made him breakfast, yet now he could barely swallow it down.

'Honey, what is going on?'

'Nothing,' he said curtly.

'Babe, you haven't been yourself-'

Sihtric spooked you as he smashed his cup down on the wooden table, and you looked at him with big eyes.

'Uhtred said he never saw you last night,' he spat.

'what?'

'Finan said he never saw you last night.'

You felt your cheeks heat up as he spoke. Obviously he had asked the boys if they had seen you last night, as it was odd for you to grab a drink with them without inviting Sihtric, and naturally, the boys had denied seeing you as they thought he was suspecting something about the surprise party. So they all made up alibis and covered up their meeting with you at the restaurant. And both alibis you had given Sihtric, where now known as lies to him.

'And, guess what,' Sihtric chuckled lightly but insincere, 'Osferth said he never saw you either.'

He sat back and tilted his head slightly, licking his lips as he crossed his arms and stared at you, waiting for another lie to come out of your mouth. You contemplated telling him the truth, but you were so close to his birthday now, you didn't want to ruin everything you had all worked on for so long. He would get over this in a day or two.

'What are you trying to say, Sihtric?'

'Where were you last night?'

'I already told you.'

'No,' he raised his voice, 'tell me where you were last night and with who. I will not ask you again!'

'Are you accusing me of something here?'

You watched Sihtric suddenly get up. He took his car keys and slipped on his shoes, then he slammed the front door behind him without saying another word. You sat shocked and bewildered in your quiet home and you immediately texted the three men.

You: guys, serious fucking problem here

You: Sihtric found out both reasons I gave him for not being home last night are a lie

Finan: aye I thought it was odd he asked us if we had seen you

Uhtred: what did he say?

Osferth: I'm sorry… I didn't know you told him you had a drink with us

You: no it's not your fault, I never expected Sihtric to become suspicious enough to ask you guys

You: but he has been pissed off since last night

You: he just stormed out the door

Finan: he just texted me

Finan: forwarded message:

 Sihtric: are you home? I need a fucking drink.

You: fuck…

Finan: what did you tell him?

You: nothing, I couldn't come up with another lie…

Uhtred: Finan, let us know what he says. We can't let this spiral out of control.

Osferth: I think we just have to be honest to him…

Uhtred: no!

Finan: no!!!!!

You: I considered it but we're so close to the party… 

Uhtred: we have to keep this up for a few more days, okay?

You: I agree. Please keep an eye on him, Finan, text me if there's something I need to know.

Osferth: okay, but it doesn't feel right

Finan: not a word to Sihtric! And I will keep you updated lady

*************

Finan had informed everyone that Sihtric hadn't said a single things about his struggle with you. Sihtric claimed he needed a drink because work had been stressing him out, and when Finan left the pub, Sihtric left with him and he swore he saw Sihtric get into his car, sober enough to drive as he only had one beer. You all sighed in relief. It was probably not as bad as you feared it was and you weren't really worried about him when he didn't show up after Finan told you he had left the pub over an hour ago already. You assumed he had gone for a walk near the river, which he often did to clear his head. But when it was already after dinner time, and he still wasn't home, you tried to call him. When he didn't answer, you texted him.

You: hey love, coming home soon?

Hours passed and you were simply left on read. You were about to go to bed, feeling slightly sick because you couldn't shake the feeling things were not okay, until Sihtric suddenly got home.

'Sihtric?' you jumped up from the couch, 'where have you been? I was so worried about you, babe.'

He didn't look at you and then you saw the state he was in. Completely drunk, smelling like cigarettes and alcohol and he simply looked like shit, albeit still handsome. But then you wondered how the hell he got home.

'Hey… hey, did you drive home like this?' you asked firmly, but he ignored you, 'Sihtric!'

'No!' he snarled, struggling to take off his shoes before he stumbled up the stairs, barely able to stand on his legs, he climbed into bed, not even bothering to change his clothes before he passed out. Tonight you slept on the couch. And you slept separately for a few more days after that.

***************

There were only 2 days left until the party now, and the past few days had been a struggle. You both had been working during the day and only saw each other during dinner. Or at least, you hoped. Sihtric had no desire to eat with you, so each evening he took his plate and ate in front of the tv. Whenever you joined him he would simply ignore you and he barely spoke to you. And you had enough of it.

'We're going to talk about this now.'

'There's nothing to talk about,' he huffed.

'Clearly there is!'

'If you want to talk, you can call your lover or whoever the fuck you've been texting and calling day and night. Don't think I never noticed how you're on your phone when you thought I was asleep. I hear you giggle and whisper in the garden at night, and you became distant around the same time too. I'm not a fucking idiot.'

'I'm sorry, what? You… you don't actually think I'm… I'm cheating or something? Babe, after all these years?' You were heartbroken at his accusation, and you wanted to come clean so badly but it was only two more sleeps. Two more mornings until he'd understand it all.

'I don't even care if you are seeing someone else,' he shrugged, but clearly hurt, 'if my cock's not good enough for you anymore then go, leave, find someone else.'

'You… you got this all wrong.'

'Stop being such a lying bitch!' Sihtric suddenly yelled.

You teared up as he broke in tears and he sprinted up the stairs, only to storm out the door several minutes later, once again without saying another word to you.

************

You: Sihtric, please, come back home! Why did you take most of your clothes?! Where are you??????

You: I swear it's not what you think

You: I promise you will understand it soon

Sihtric: I understand it perfectly clear

You: babe where are you?!

Sihtric: far away from you love

Sihtric: so don't worry about me

Sihtric: you can do your thing now baby

Sihtric: go whore around like you've been doing already

Sihtric: enough men will enjoy a pretty little thing like you

Sihtric: so have fun baby girl because I'm done

Sihtric: we're done.

You: Sihtric no please listen

Sihtric: don't ever fucking text me again.

You: SIHTRIC

You: NO WAIT!!!

You: BABY CALL ME!!! PLEASE!!

Your hands were shaking and then you suddenly saw your last message was not delivered: you had been blocked. You called Uhtred as you sobbed uncontrollably, but he barely understood you on the phone so he said he'd come over.

***************

'He left me!' you sobbed as you nearly fell in Uhtred's arms.

'What?'

'He broke up with me, he t-took his clothes and he- he blocked my number,' you broke down again and couldn't get out another word.

'Sihtric broke up with you?! Why?'

'He- he thinks I'm cheating…'

'What? No! Fuck!'

Uhtred sat you down on your couch and called Sihtric, putting him on speaker so you could hear him too.

'Uhtred?' Sihtric's voice sounded hoarse, clearly he had been crying.

'Sihtric, where are you?'

'On my way to Finan… if he's home.'

'You come back home, now. Right now, Sihtric,' Uhtred said sternly, 'what the hell are you thinking? Breaking up with you girl? For what?'

'She's fucking cheating on me, Uhtred!' his voice made you cry again, you had never heard him sound this broken and angry before, but you kept as quiet as possible.

'No, Sihtric, go home and meet me there. Now!'

'No! I never have to see that bitch again!'

'You better get back here or I will beat the shit out of you when I find you.'

'Fuck you.'

'Sihtric! Listen to me!' Uhtred yelled at his phone, 'she has been talking and texting these past few weeks with me! She's planning a surprise party for your birthday, you fucking idiot!'

Silence. Which lasted for seconds and you held your breath.

'What?' Sihtric asked.

'She's been organising a surprise party for you. Of course she couldn't tell you who she was calling with. And we had to call that late at night in the hopes you would be asleep or simply not notice it!'

'You called her?'

'He did!' you suddenly yelled out, 'baby, please! Come back!' you cried.

'Oh. Oh, he's with you now?' Sihtric's voice became slightly higher, mocking as he felt betrayed, 'you've been calling and texting one of my best friends behind my back?'

'What?!' you yelled.

'For your party!' Uhtred shouted.

'Yeah, sure. Okay. Hey, have fun together, yeah? Go fuck yourselves.'

Sihtric broke the connection and you looked at Uhtred in disbelief.

'He thinks you're… cheating with me?' Uhtred said, shocked, not knowing what to do.

You started sobbing again and Uhtred called Finan, who immediately came over to your home. In all the confusion and stress Uhtred forgot to mention that Sihtric was on his way to Finan. So when Sihtric rang Finan's doorbell, no one opened up. Then he went to Osferth, who hadn't seen the groupchat yet which explained what was going on, and he happily let Sihtric in.

'She's been cheating?'

'With Uhtred!' Sihtric said as he downed another few shots. He couldn't numb himself fast enough, and Osferth had all kinds of alcohol for that.

'Uhtred?' Osferth frowned, confused. Osferth was a good guy, but a little naive, he had no idea this was all connected to the surprise party, and he genuinely thought you were cheating on Sihtric for amoment.

'The bitch,' Sihtric spat, 'I gave her everything! Everything! My entire fucking heart. My life. And she just… Fuck!' he kicked Osferth's table in anger, causing the tiny, empty liquor bottles to fall over, and he broke down in tears. 'I don't know what to do,' Sihtric cried, face buried in his hands, 'I love her so much. I can't seem to breathe… I can't fucking breathe without her. I lost everything… it's… I just want to die.'

'No, no,' Osferth said quickly, wrapping his arms around Sihtric's shocking shoulders, 'you… you have to talk to her. She… she loves you. I don't understand.'

'I just want to fucking die,' Sihtric cried in Osferth's arms.

*************

'Are ye fucking joking?' Finan said, bewildered once he heard the whole story from you and Uhtred. He took out his phone and called Sihtric.

'Yeah?' Sihtric picked up, clearly drunk.

'Sihtric! Ye come back home, now. This has been a misunderstanding.'

'Y-you're with… with the t-traitor and that.. That w..whore?' he slurred heavily.

'Aye, ye bastard! No one's cheating on ye!'

'Sihtric, come home, please!' you yelled.

'Are you with.. With them, Fin? Are… you defending them?' Sihtric chuckled drunk, 'oh… oh you're fu--fucking her too, huh?' Sihtric giggled, 'I knew it… you… you fucking… Irish..fucking…prick,' he belched, 'fuck…. youuuu! And fuck that stupid bitch! And fuck.. Fuck all of you!'

'No, ye donkey!' Finan snarled, 'we're planning a surp-

'Hey, hey, Osferth!' Sihtric slurred to his friend next to him, 'Finan's …do…doing her too!' he laughed.

'Sihtric!' Uhtred snapped.

But Sihtric hung up.

*************

'I'm going over to Osferth,' you sniffled, 'he has to be at his place.'

'No, it will cause more harm,' Uhtred warned you.

'Aye, he's drunk as hell, there's no talking with him now. Let him sober up.'

*********

'What? Finan?' Osferth frowned.

'I… I could've known… I saw a group chat… she's in a groupchat with all of them.'

'A group chat?'

'Yeah,' Sihtric nodded slowly, nearly cross eyed from the amount of alcohol in his system, 'I bet it's… a group fuck… Osferth?'

'Yes?'

'Are you in- in that chat?'

'What?'

'Are y-you… fucking her… her too?'

Suddenly poor Osferth made the connection. Sihtric had seen the late night group texts from the birthday chat.

'Oh, heavens. Sihtric, you need to sleep.'

'I need to die,' Sihtric chuckled, which slowly faded into a pained expression and a trembling lip. Sihtric pushed his hands in his hair and started to cry, 'I feel so fucking empty. My heart hurts… my… my chest aches so much and I can't breathe. I don't… I don't want to live like this.'

'Go sleep this off, we will talk tomorrow.'

Osferth helped Sihtric over to his couch, and he waited until he was sure Sihtric was asleep. Then he took out his own phone.

Osferth: Sihtric is asleep on my couch

Osferth: he thinks you're all sleeping together

Finan: fucking dickhead he is

Uhtred: what did you tell him?

You: is he okay? Please tell me if he is okay? Is he hurt?

Osferth: well he's heartbroken, so I suppose he is hurt… 

You: please keep an eye on him, Osferth, I don't know what he is capable of right now…

Osferth: and I didn't tell him anything

Osferth: I actually only just made the connection myself

Osferth: he thinks this group chat is just a chat to have group… sex

You: what!?

Uhtred: does he know you're in it?

Osferth: no…

Finan: that explains why he thinks this is a sex group chat

Finan: he wouldn't think so anymore if ye told him you're in it

Osferth: prick

You: guys shut the fuck up

You: I need Sihtric back… I can't live without him

Uhtred: Finan and I are staying over here tonight, you get Sihtric here as soon as he wakes up!

Osferth: I will, I promise.

***********

Sihtric had woken up around noon, with a huge hangover. Osferth told him to shower and put on some clean clothes while he would make something to eat. Reluctantly, Sihtric did as he was told. In the shower he remembered bits and pieces of the previous day, and he started crying his heart out. When he joined Osferth at his kitchen table, he sniffled as he fought his nonstop tears.

'I am driving you over after you eat, you need to talk to her. And eat!'

'I can't face her,' Sihtric said, barely louder than a whisper, wiping away a tear as another already rolled down, 'I can't even think of her. It hurts too much. I… I thought,' he let out a sob, 'I was going to propose after my birthday.'

'And you still will!' Osferth said, 'you will talk to her, and I promise you, everything will be fine. You just need to listen and hear us out.'

'Please don't make me see her,' he cried softly, 'don't do that to me.'

'Eat!'

*********

You had barely slept. You sat on the couch, Finan and Uhtred were in the kitchen making lunch. Your doorbell rang and you jumped up. You opened the door and the hope on your face of seeing Sihtric slipped off like a mask. It was the Asian catering, 5 chefs strong with an insane amount of food loaded in their truck. The party wouldn't start until 6 in the evening, but it was a task to prepare all the food, so the deal was they'd arrive around noon to set everything up and prep.

'Oh, dear god,' you murmured. Uhtred and Finan came running, thinking it was Sihtric, and they froze at the sight of the cooks. You couldn't turn them away now, you had paid a lot of money for it and you had to eat something after all. Make the most of it.

***********

Osferth couldn't stand Sihtric's whining anymore. 

'Everything is so dark today,' Sihtric sniffled, 'even the weather. As if the sun has left us, because he fell in love with another planet and wanted to warm her.'

Osferth rolled his eyes. Sihtric was like a heartbroken poet, and a bad one at that.

'My heart is as empty as my casket, which is expecting my broken soul soon,' he sniffled again, 'I feel as if she was a rose. The prettiest rose in the garden. And by her beauty I was blinded, and didn't see her thorns. Until I found myself bleeding, completely empty, for she had stung me.'

'Jesus Christ, Sihtric, enough!' Osferth groaned, 'Listen!'

And so Osferth explained everything, showing him the group chat, showing him the texts with the dj, everything. He wanted Sihtric to hear it all from you, but he simply couldn't hear another word out of Sihtric's mouth.

***********

Osferth: I told him everything

You: what?! What did he say? 

Osferth: I wanted him to hear it from you but he wouldn't shut up and kept crying

You: oh no my poor baby

Finan: great, ye got her crying too now….

Osferth: I'm sorry… I will be over within an hour

Uhtred: with Sihtric?

Finan: Osferth??????

You: will Sihtric come along??

Uhtred: Osferth?!

Osferth had already locked his phone again as he got distracted by Sihtric, who asked with a trembling voice and trembling hands how on earth you could unblock a number.

*******

Sihtric: baby!

Sihtric: I'm so sorry!! I love you!!!

Sihtric: please answer me please!!

Sihtric: I've been so fucking stupid baby please answer me!!!

You didn't have your phone on you as you had 5 chefs running around your house and garden who asked where they could set everything up. You explained to them that there wouldn't be a party anymore, but that they were free to prepare everything, as it was paid for already. They frowned but continued with their work. To your shock, the DJ also arrived to set his stuff up, and he was too busy to hear you out and you felt like crying. Again. Which you did. Until the doorbell rang again. With tears rolling down your cheeks you opened the door.

'Osferth?' you sobbed.

'Oh, sweetheart,' Osferth mumbled when he saw the state you were in, 'I-'

'Baby!' Sihtric shouted, desperately and in tears as he shoved Osferth aside, mid sentence, to run up to you and pull you in his arms.

'Sihtric!' you cried, your face buried in his chest as you clung onto him.

'I'm so sorry, babe, I'm so fucking sorry. Osferth told me everything this morning and showed me all the texts. I feel so stupid. I'm so sorry, for everything I've said and done.'

'I'm sorry too,' you sobbed, 'I didn't see how upset you were, I just ignored it. Simply because I was selfish and didn't want to spoil my surprise for you. I'm sorry, baby, I'm so sorry. I love you so much.'

You pulled back to look into his red and teary eyes. Sihtric cupped your cheeks with his trembling hands and panic kissed you all over your face.

'I love you. So fucking much. I… I don't deserve it but… p-please, will you take me back, my love?'

'Sihtric,' you sniffled, taking his face in your hands, 'as far as I'm concerned we never broke up. You weren't thinking straight, you were drunk and I was hiding all this from you. You're still mine. You have always been mine. I never want to sleep another night with you.'

'Neither do I,' Sihtric said and he pecked your lips quickly in between words, 'I'm so sorry. I love you, baby, I love you so much.'

'I love you too,' you chuckled lightly through your tears and kissed his lips.

Finan and Uhtred had also made their way to the door and watched how you kissed each other as if you had been separated for a lifetime.

'I'm glad this is solved,' Finan whispered to Uhtred, 'but I won't lie… it was nice to see them not devouring each other for once, aye?'

Uhtred snorted and poked Finan with his elbow as a warning. Then both men cleared their throats, to which you reluctantly broke the kiss and turned to look at them.

'Are we good?' Uhtred asked Sihtric, who kept an arm circled around you and he held his hand out to Uhtred. Uhtred smiled and accepted the gesture.

'We're good,' Sihtric said, 'and I'm sorry. Finan?'

'Aye?'

'Are we good?'

'That depends. Ye going to call me an Irish fucking prick again?'

'That depends,' Sihtric smiled. Finan pulled him in for a hug, squeezing you as well and quickly Uhtred and Osferth joined in.

'I think we should add Sihtric to the group chat and change the title to group hug,' you said.

All men laughed at your joke and decided to give you a moment with Sihtric, to really talk things out. You thanked them and took Sihtric upstairs to talk in private.

And you talked. You talked for at least an hour to clear everything up and to understand each other's feelings. And shortly after that, Sihtric had pulled you in bed with him, where he was quick to remove your clothes as you took off his. And you made love. Gentle, sweet and slow love, savouring every inch of each other with your lips. And then you cuddled. You kissed each other endlessly, everywhere you possibly could. Until you had both recovered, and went for another round. And this time you couldn't call it love making. This time you simply fucked. You fucked hard, rough, passionate and loud, like wild animals. 

And when you were done, you once again cuddled, kissed and whispered sweet nothings to each other until you both recovered and got dressed again. And completely oblivious, and blinded by love, you walked down the stairs, Sihtric behind you as he held your hand, and you both got the biggest scare of your lives when suddenly your entire living room was filled with friends and family as they jumped up and shouted 'surprise!'.

There would be a party after all.

And Sihtric couldn't believe you had put this all together, and even cried with happiness when he got to eat his favourite dish from his favourite restaurant. Everyone got drunk, except for you and Sihtric. You had to make sure no one would grab their car keys while drunk, and Sihtric couldn't stand the idea of alcohol anymore after his hangover earlier that day. You both danced all night, his hands never left your body and your lips were almost constantly pressed on his skin. You danced until your legs hurt, completely sober and completely drunk in love. 

And many years later, you'd tell this story to your children, every year on your husband's birthday. You'd both laugh about it when you recall the memory, and ever since that day, it became a tradition to have sex twice on the night of his birthday. 

And every year Sihtric would tell you that undressing you was more exciting than unwrapping any of the presents he had received earlier that day.

#sihtric x you #sihtric x reader #sihtric kjartansson #the last kingdom #tlk #sihtric #the last kingdom fic #sihtric fic #modern!sihtric

[oc-challenges]

WELCOME TO THE OC NEW YEARS CHALLENGE!

Since the winter challenges struck out, we're crawling home. Luckily, the new years oc event is here and hopefully it will be the toast of the town. So before we all have to clean the glitter off the floor after the party, we're going to hold onto the memories of 2023 and looking forward to 2024. This event comes from @aliverse (me) and @elmunson with suggestions and feedback from the OC Challenges & Potluck discord, and it spans from the 26th of December 2023 to the 1st of January 2024. With the hope that you may never become a stranger to the oc community, let's go over the rules and then get to the challenges!

Rules

DO NOT copy others edits, if you feel someone has stolen your edits, follow these guidelines!

If you are doing crossovers, PLEASE make sure that the creator of the other oc is okay with crossovers.

If you want your post to be reblogged onto this blog, it must contain the hashtag onyc23.

Feel free to ask any questions, I promise I'll stay even when your scared, and I'm lost, and you're running away.

Everything is up to the creators interpretation, although I have tried to include some examples for help!

Have fun!

Day One: What A Tangled Web We Weave

On the first day, let's take part in one of my favorite trends this year—web weaving! Weave a captivating web incorporating quotes, images, screencaps, and more for your OC. If you're not familiar with the concept of web weaving, here's an account with a lot of examples.

Day Two: I Polish Up Real Nice

Sometimes we get tired or bored of an oc or an edit, but there still things we love about them. To reignite our love for these things, we're going to revise and revamp. Choose an oc, a story, or an edit to to refine and enhance to its fullest potential.

Day Three: In My ＿ Era

On the third day, let's reflect on the defining periods that have shaped either us or our original characters. Despite the initial impression, and my well known obsession, this is inspired by The Eras Tour but doesn't have anything to do with her.. We delve into the various eras within our OCs' lives, whether categorized by tv show season, movie, age, or any other criteria you can think of. Alternatively, share insights about the current era your in as a creator, like "in my hunger games oc era" or "in my gifset era".

Day Four: Everything New

Now that the studios have stopped being bitches, we can acknowledge all the remarkable releases of 2023 (a special shoutout to the talented individuals who contributed to their excellence). On day four, craft something inspired by a creation that emerged this year, whether it's an entirely new series or just a fresh installment in an existing one.

Day Five: Don't You Forget About Me

Though 365 days sounds like a long time, it doesn't always feel that way. In the midst of our activities this year, some things may have been unintentionally overlooked. Fortunately, there's still time to make up for it. Take this opportunity to craft something for an OC that took a backseat this year, bring to life that edit you've been yearning to create all along, or share that chapter you've been gradually working on throughout the year.

Day Six: In With The New

Let's not do out with the old, but we could certainly do in with the new. For day six, introduce a brand new oc or story you hope to be your newest muse for 2024.

Day Seven: Exchange The Experience

Tidings, tinsel, and a year of beginnings. It's start of a new chapter of our lives, especially for our original characters. Be sure to celebrate this new chapter by signing up for the OC Potluck New Years exchange and spreading joy.

#ocappreciation #allaboutocs #queerocs #onyc2023 #n: 2023 #origin post #new years challenge

[strawhatkia]

love you more when the day is new.

INCLUDES ! katsuki bakugo, eijirou kirishima, and hitoshi shinsou x black!fem!reader

GENRE ! fluff

SYNOPSIS ! weekend morning antics or, what it's like to wake up to the boys !

WARNINGS ! y'all live in an apartment (not the dorms), characters have been aged up, if i miss anything let me know (it's so fcking late)

WORD COUNT ! i have no clue...

A/N ! imma do a pt.2 because i wanted to add sero and izuku but i can't fucking focus so y'all have this for now !

SONG SUGGESTION ! breakfast in bed by rayana jay, breakfast by fana hues, one love by cleo sol

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— ☾⋆⁺₊🧨💢✧ KATSUKI BAKUGO !

with how early this boy goes to sleep, waking up before him is quite literally impossible

usually it's you waking up to him on his phone as he rubs your side with his free hand, tucking you in closer to his chest while looking the most relaxed you will ever see him

he always knows when you're about to wake up, and og i am not kidding, the boy picks up on when you're heart rate changes

but there's a reason, i promise ! kats is vv afraid of losing his hearing one day due to his quirk so he kinda asked recovery girl to teach him how to pick up on someone's pulse from their neck

after that, he always positioned himself so you would be laying on his arm and his hand would be on your neck some how cute right?

this is the best time for cuddles because he is so pliant and peaceful and warm

the moment you look like you're getting up, he immediately puts his phone down (he really didn't care for it but he was bored waiting on you to wake up)

he quietly accepts your hug, tangling his legs with yours and tucking his head into your neck with a sigh as you slowly wake up

"morning suki" "g'morning" "did you sleep okay?" "hm...i was bored waiting on you" "my bad, how long did you wait?" "not long...go to bed early" "not everyone is an old man like you kats" "shut up, talking shit this early- don't laugh-"

his arms tighten around you when you shift and he continues to rub circles on your back and rub your sides in hopes of you getting to relax more so you don't get out of the bed

"babes, we gotta get up" "hm." "we can't stay here all day" "like hell we can't" "kat-"

prepare for some soft kisses to shut that nonsense up because he ain't hearing none of it

i feel like if you had a scarf on and the knot was pressing into his face, he would just snatch that shit off in the middle of your sleep and either redo it or put a bonnet on for you

"kats...where's my scarf?" "hm? i took it off" WHAT-" "the damn knot was hurting my face" "...i oughta whoop yo ass" "oh shut up, i know you feel that damn bonnet on your head ! it's not like i left your head unprotected !"

how he gets away with taking it off without you noticing is a mystery (and a profound skill)

when it comes to breakfast, he is definitely making it and no you can't help

"one of these days you'll get tired of making breakfast every morning we have off" "dumbass, if that day comes i'm either sick or you need to come knock some sense into me" "i can cook, kats, you do know that right?" "i didn't ask, you do know that right?" "aight, nigga-"

he'll never say it out loud, but you're his girl and he's supposed to take care of you so breakfast is the least he can do; plus you're still sleepy, he doesn't want you to burn yourself (never mind the years you spent making breakfast for yourself)

big on french toast with brioche bread just because he can and he loves the way you struggle a lil to bite into that thick ass piece a bread ; you stuffing your face with food he cooked always makes him happy

(if you're the type of person that dances or hums or makes a face when eating good food, just know he's looking for that cue and won't be satisfied until sees it)

also food = love pipeline !

— ☾⋆⁺₊🐈‍⬛🌀✧ HITOSHI SHINSOU !

you always wake up first, always

toshi has trouble sleeping most days and with him being a stealth hero, sleep often alludes him

sleeping with you helps as much as it can but he still struggles sometimes so in the morning, you let him sleep as long as he wants

i'd like to think that he runs a little cold most nights so the bed being warm is important to him sleeping peacefully so in the morning when you wake up, you don't get out of the bed too quickly

he's such a cat, even in his sleep, so cuddling with him will get you an immediate response; if you tuck him into you chest and rub his back, he'll snuggle closer to you and sigh, relaxing even further into your hold ; if you kiss his forehead and rub his side, he'll roll into your touch; if you try to spoon him and nuzzle into his back, he'll hold your arms in his hands, stroking his thumb against your forearm

blankets *

it's getting out of bed that is incredibly hard because there's a chance he'll wake up which we don't want= mf needs sleep ; even if he sleeps for a little while long, he'll notice the bed get cold almost immediately

technically, this is the morning but y'all don't roll out the bed until noon because toshi needs sleep and you'll feel bad if you wake him before he actually gets up

great cuddler tho !

— ☾⋆⁺₊ 🦈🪨✧ EIJIROU KIRISHIMA !

one of the few times, his hair isn't trying to impale everything near it

despite how much gel the boy puts into his hair, his hair is very soft and fluff (also do to the fact you make him take better care of his hair bc whew-)

smooth, silky, and soft ! it's hard not to touch as soon as you wake up because it's just right in front of your face and so you run your hands through it (kiri definitely wakes up the moment you start stroking his hair but like hell he's moving away, to relaxed to move)

when he does want to wake up, he stretches very slowly before letting out the loudest groan and popping every bone down his spinal cord

"well damn, kiri, you good" "never better" "okay well don't break your back, old man, we ain't even got out the bed yet" yea haha very funny"

another cuddle bug but definitely more aggressive, pulling you on top of him and wrapping his arms around you while kissing your cheeks multiple times, laughing when you groan or yell at him to put you down

he doesn't

i envision kiri as the type to just go back to sleep as soon as he's comfortable again so getting out of the bed is a very long affair

even so, he does not stop trying to kiss you anywhere he can reach (ofc a lil softer than before) and humming when you kiss him back

he's just so soft and loving in the morning, shit is almost overwhelming

just letting you know, i fully believe that if you let him start or start it yourself, he'll kiss you the entire morning and start tearing up because he just loves you so much

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boyfriend. | f. | katsuki bakugo

lip gloss, lil mama. | f. | bakugo, sero, shinsou, hawks, and mirio.

taglist : @mypimpademia @sevvnt @cosmiles @megurulvr @dreampurpledreams

eijirou kirishima taglist: @cosmiles

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[thehighpriestexx420]

Your February; Pick-A-Card Collective Tarot Reading

Mkay, so this is a general collective tarot reading. Meaning I made the intention that those who are meant to see this will. The messages that are for you are in the pile/gif you're called to.

Because this isn't a personal reading, every detail may not be for you as an individual. Trust your intuition and what you sense is for you.

I'm doing a free one question personal reading for new followers and those who reblog my pinned post. Reviews and my bio are available on my profile.

Pile One :

Pile Two :

Pile Three :

Pile One :

You feel that you're in limbo waiting to make a decision as to whether or not you should leave something familiar. For most of you, this is in regards to leaving a home/ a relationship in which there are toxicity & arguments, a religion, institution, and/or some kind of structured routine/tradition. Will you let go of this completely or take a break while you find yourself? The choice is yours this month but you can't stay where you are.

You don't need the answers right away. You need to practice self care and rest. When you let go of the attachment of knowing and you're in a healthier mindset is when you'll receive the answers in time.

Go within instead of focusing on the outside. The answers lay within you; in your heart space. Let go of the past and what doesn't serve you in order to move on. The uncertainty and confusion you're experiencing is from being ungrounded.

Ground yourself and spend time in nature. Focus on yourself and take this time to detach yourself from others. Seek spiritual truths and nurture your connection to your soul, intuition, and the universe.

Meditate. Do things that make you feel good about yourself and your appearance. Affirmations in the mirror, bath bombs, makeup, massages, etc.

You feel the call to something different; a need to shake things up in your life. A vacation. World travel. Learning new things, perspectives, cultures. Meeting new people. You're bored and tired of the mundane, repetitive, day-to-day life. A party with good friends would serve you well.

You need fun, excitement, and to feel like you're serving a purpose in life; something that has meaning. But what is that exactly? You feel directionless and like you don't know where to go.

Pile Two :

Patience is needed this month. This is a long-term vision; it requires nurturing and growth. People don't start off as managers with no experience. You have the inherent ability to take the leadership role and master of your life. There's a definite emphasis of this here in this pile.

You just need to take things step by step and day to day. Figure out what it is this person you're wanting to reconcile with needs and how you can best show up for this person. Study and train in regards to this and your career.

Your general "take charge" personality is relevant in your career and finances this month. Some of you are waiting for a promotion, are hesitant about starting a business, or are waiting for something to come to fruition. You're very well on your way to success with this endeavor and in your life.

Believe in your abilities; you have an intrinsic ability to create, strategize, lead people, manage, and recognize the financial potential in things.

Red and white is of significance. Passion, love, vitality, anger. Purity, innocence, surrender. The reason there has been anger in this connection is because of the passion and love you have for eachother. There is a shadow to every light. 2 sides to each coin.

You'll surrender to your passion for this person and follow it. You're being reminded that deep inside we're all innocent children and doing the best we can with what we have. Let go of the defenses you've put up. Learn to be vulnerable and speak the truth of your feelings and pain without making it about blame.

Let go of the need to present as if you have everything figured out and no weak points to attack. Learn to compromise and to not be domineering. While you may be assessing things accurately, sometimes having people follow your rule book isn't the right thing for them to do.

Sometimes they need to take the time to address their own shadows and figure it out for themselves. Sometimes they just need a space to be heard, compassion, and gentle guidance/suggestions when welcome.

This doesn't mean allowing toxicity or sacrificing your health to validate others' illusions. It just means holding a space for them to be their whole selves; flaws and all. It means having healthy boundaries and walking away when they can't be honored.

Dare to have faith that reconciliation and forgiveness is not only possible; it's being gifted to you by the universe. Have trust and faith that all is well and is working out for the higheat good. Trust your intuition. If now is not the time, something is being prepared so that it can one day be.

Enjoy the journey. Be present and more involved in your life. Don't allow perfectionism prevent you from starting. Allow yourself to make mistakes. Failures are your way to success. "Bad" and "good" are for the greater good.

Some of you are a more masculine/logical/action-orientated person being called towards a feminine/receptive/intuitive person and/or nature. Follow this calling and you will reap rewards.

Pile Three :

You feel that a decision you make will either bring you material success & isolate you from your loved ones or have you compromising your dreams while maintaining your relationships. You may have fought over this with them. They don't want you to move away. But you're not seeing the full picture; there is a balanced solution. A third option. You can have the best of both worlds.

I feel that those you've had arguments with are scared of losing you and are too focused on this. They're not quite seeing your side. Despite their words, you're not selfish and conceited for wanting to follow your dreams. It's not like you want to work so much or move so far away you won't be able to interact enough with them. Ironically, they're the ones focusing too much on their own view point.

You feel stuck. Neither ways of being are something you'd be truly happy in.

The outcome of this argument will be fair. When you have patience and don't blindly steamroll ahead to your desires, you can have redemption and forgiveness. For alot of you, this is with those from childhood/people you've known for a long time/your mother.

Find the in-between. Not the black or white - the grey. The right decision is the one that takes courage and faith. Trust the path that you feel called towards. There will be equal give and take in these relationships and a mutual respect for eachothers' wants and needs.

An example of this is, if your work requires you to move - you can find a place halfway between home and work, visit home often, work from home, find the same type of job offer closer by, etc.

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[elf-osamu]

Hello!!! I hope you don't mind me requesting a comfort scenario with GN!reader and Gojo Satoru. The reader is touch starved and tired in general so Gojo soothes them to sleep <333

“I WISH YOU SWEET DREAMS”

[ masterlist ] [ reblogs are v v v appreciated ]

hurt/comfort (kind of), romantic relationship, satoru gojō x gn!reader

warning(s) : touch-starved!reader, trouble sleeping, sleep-deprived!reader, pre-established relationship

word count : 583 words

plot : “life can be stressful and exhausting - sometimes, people crave rest and affection”

a/n : I'M SO SORRY FOR WRITING THIS AFTER ALMOST A YEAR OMG, i've been so busy between mental health struggles and school. but i managed to write it ! this request was adorable to write, truly 😭<3 ngl satoru is one of my comfort characters and i love writing for him !!

tiredness seemed to be lingered over your body, like an invisible coat pressed with force on your shoulders, reluctant at the thought of disappearing too soon. it was a rather troublesome feeling, making everything more complicated than it already was — an unpleasant situation to find yourself in.

there wasn’t a specific reason for your behaviour (or was there? as of now, you were too restless to think about your feelings), it had been just an awful week and you hadn’t been able to sleep properly, if not at all. your whole body demanded a place to lie on, to finally rest peacefully without worries on your mind, but it seemed an unsurpassable task, something which required too much trouble and energy to be actually put into practice.

on top of that, your need for physical contact was becoming more and more persistent as the time passed; you craved the comforting sensation that was human warmth; you missed your boyfriend’s, satoru, presence and affection.

it had been a rough time for the both of you: your free hours didn’t align with his and viceversa, resulting in an unmet wish and a desert apartment. you tried to occupy your mind with everything you could think of when waves of loneliness hit you — you had to distract yourself from that constant feeling, otherwise you would have completely succumbed to despair.

however there you were, laying down on the bed with your face drowned in the comfort of your mattress.

as your thoughts got the best of you, you didn’t have the energy to do anything, but your restless mind kept you from feeling enough at ease to rest, even for a short time.

you were planning on another boring and sorrowful night, already visualizing all kinds of misfortunes that could happen from there to the following day, until you suddenly heard a familiar humming. it was low, but it brought a cheerful sound to your ears; hope was growing in your chest, the possibility that at first seemed unthinkable was now almost reality.

as you sensed his presence, you quietly said, almost in a whisper, “satoru?”.

footsteps echoed in the room, answering to your question.

“the one and only” he made himself known, leaving a kiss on the crown of your head.

after he changed into more comfortable clothes, satoru lay down next to you, hugging you to bring you closer to him. your muscles relaxed under his touch and so you hugged his waist, feeling finally comfortable after days.

“bad day?”, he asked softly, not wanting to upset you, and kissed your forehead.

you rested your head on his chest, “bad everything. i’m… so exhausted and i’ve missed you so much”.

he was able to calm your worries with his presence, which was comforting to you. despite being a powerful sorcerer and having to make incredibly hard decisions on a daily basis, he felt like he could show his vulnerable side to you. it wasn’t always like that, it took time to get to the point you two were now — and you both were fine with it.

he kissed your head again, “i missed you too” he whispered, hugging you more tightly. “do you wanna stay here like this?”

your nod was enough to reply to him.

you slowly closed your eyes, listening to his heartbeat and syncronizing your breath with his — and soon enough you fell asleep.

“goodnight, [name]” satoru murmured; he was glad he could make you feel safe.

[ do not copy, translate etc. | by @ elf-osamu ]

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[mazeinthemiroh]

jeong yunho sfw alphabet

genre: fluff

word count: 2.1k

warnings: none

song rec: dissolve by absofacto

pls like and reblog if you enjoy! feel free to request anything <3

a - affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection)

the way yunho expresses affection is very playful

he's not too intense but he's not too shy either. he'll crack jokes here and there because he is obsessed with your smile

just wants to see you happy

he's quite traditional and definitely the romantic type. buying you flowers or your favourite snack has become a habit for him every time he visits you

b - best friend (what would they be like as a best friend?)

he's a very good friend

because all he wants to do is just hang out, eat something, talk for a bit, and then be on his way

he's quite an easy-going guy and is usually up for any sort of activity. so long as it's a laugh, he doesn't mind

c - cuddles (would they like to cuddle? how do they cuddle?)

he's very cuddly :(((

he's a puppy, let's be real

our golden retriever boy loves cuddles. he doesn't have to think twice before wrapping his long arms around you and pulling him closer to him

can get a bit shy with a lot of affection all at once but he doesn't mind

he feels especially cuddly when he is sleepy. so catch him late at night or just when he wakes up and he'll likely spoon you

d = domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?)

yes. yessss of course yunho wants to settle down

he has heart eyes for you and if he feels he's ready then he's willing to just go for it

and he's helpful around the house when it comes to cleaning

he's got that husband material, for sure

he'll attempt to do cooking, meticulously reading a cookbook for instructions, and will get the knack for it fairly quickly

he's a fast learner!

e = ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

dreads every second of it

first of all: he hates confrontation

second of all: he hates hurting people's feelings

so this is not a good mix of either of those things. and he feels it's impossible. probably the hardest thing he's ever had to do

he would probably go over to your place and tell you on the doorstep that he wants to break up

that way, you have the choice of whether to dismiss him or invite him in to talk about it more

f = fiance(e) (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)

he's a traditional boy, so he likes the idea of both commitment and marriage

i actually see him being the first to marry out of all the members

not saying that he's going to rush into the decision. i just think he will be the most decisive one in this situation; he will know he wants to marry someone fairly soon as he's quite a good judge of character from the get-go

g = gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

he's so gentle

i call him the BFG - Big Friendly Giant

yunho wouldn't hurt a fly, let's be real. sure, he has energy and can get hyper sometimes, but he never misuses that energy for negative reasons

he never has ill intentions, and would never hurt anyone's feelings intentionally. overall, he's just a wholesome guy

h = hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)

in the early part of the relationship, it seemed like yunho didn't really want to hug

especially in front of the other members. he would just get a little too bashful

but now? he greets you with a hug. he says goodbye with a hug. he hugs you when he's bored, when he's tired, when he's clingy, when he's grumpy

so yeah, hugs are a yes

he just loves having you in his arms at any point tbh

imagine hugging yunho i'm gonna cry just at the thought

he's like a giant teddy bear. he just feels so warm and cuddly and he's so gentle when he wraps his arms around your waist or plays with your hair.. quick, grab the tissues

i = i love you (how fast do they say the L-word?)

he won't rush into it

but when he tells you he loves you, he makes sure it's in a special moment, probably somewhere romantic. he wants it to be as special as possible because it's so important, and he wants you to look back on this moment with much fondness

j = jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they're jealous?)

he only really gets jealous when he deems it necessary

like if you're giving someone too much attention for his liking, completely neglecting him and getting too close to them, he might get jealous

but he hates it the most when you try to make him jealous, perhaps after you guys have had an argument or something

his jaw sort of clenches and he becomes noticeably quieter. if you try talking to him, his responses are short and blunt

he's not having any of it he's so hot, bye

k = kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)

soft, short and sweet

he'll only really kiss you on the lips. he just loves how oh so soft they are and he gets all blushy whenever your lips meet with his

but he loves it when you give him kisses on the cheek :( it makes him feel so precious and mushy inside

l = little ones (how are they around children?)

a little bit hesitant

but he knows how to handle them. he's responsible enough to understand how to take care of them

or at least, that's what you thought

we know yunho has some serious crackhead energy and, give him the right, crazy child, it's like he becomes one himself

probably best not to leave him unsupervised because he gets so competitive with children too like-

imagine losing at mario kart to a 7 year old, how embarrassing 💀

m = morning (how are mornings spent with them?)

for the love of all that is good and pure, PLEASE don't wake him up

he's so grumpy in the morning istg

it's actual adorable though like he's staying in bed half-awake for a solid half an hour before he even thinks about dragging his long limbs out of bed

just give him lots of cuddles and care and he should be fine

n = night (how are nights spent with them?)

depending on the day he's had, he's usually quite talkative at night time

he likes to unwind by gaming, and will most likely ask you to join him

which is so much fun except he's really competitive and will not let you go to sleep until he has defeated you multiple times

o = open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

every date you go on with him, you get to know him more and more and more

it's like he gives you a little bit of detail about him for you to want to know more

he doesn't feel like telling you everything about him all at once. he thinks these things happen in their own time

p = patience (how easily angered are they?)

not easily angered at all

it takes a lot to get yunho angry. he's a very pleasing guy; he's just all about good vibes and doesn't seek any unnecessary drama

someone would really have to try to tick him off on purpose for them to get a rise out of him

q = quizzes (how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

yunho remembers quite a lot!

he just assumes everyone's like that 🧍 because surely people should know most things about their partner, you know??

even if it's not every intricate detail, he still remembers most things about you and can recall things quite easily

r = remember (what is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

he loves the goofy moments, of course

the moments when he sees you fully let loose, match his energy and join him in crackhead moments!!!

he has a fond memory of you trying to sing one of their songs whilst doing the dishes, not caring if you got half the notes wrong

and when you attempted to belt jongho's lines and your voice cracks??

he's dying on the floor, barely able to breathe from the laughter

truly a key moment he cherishes

s = security (how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?)

i'd say he's protective in an appropriate amount

he is not overbearing and pushy, but rather, he looks out for you. he cares about you

just as you care about him

he likes the fact that your relationship consists of open communication and both of you looking out for each other. he feels like he always has someone to turn to and he'd like to think you feel the same

t = try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

yunho is very romantic

so he likes pulling off some grand gesture, especially on a big occasion

probably sets up a fireworks display or something when he proposes

and he gets the cutest gifts expensive too

honestly, he's the one you can count on for buying the best gifts

u = ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)

bro this took me so long to figure out

yunho doesn't have any bad habits or traits 💀

i guess sometimes he is quite closed off, especially if he is upset or angry

he just doesn't want to burden or upset you with his problems and worries, even if he knows you're there for him and will only worry about him more if he isolates himself

v = vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

he likes to make sure he looks prim him proper

at work, he's a professional, and he wants to be treated as such #dresstoimpress

and he maintains this idea in a relationship because he wants to look nice and make an effort for you

so he always wears clothes that suit him so well <33

w = whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)

hmm i feel like he feels much better when he is with you, compared to when he is not

like he wants to share happy moments with you

if he's away from you for a long time, his mind usually wanders to the thought of you

"i'm sure y/n would like it here."

so in that sense, maybe he does feel incomplete without you. sure he has friends to share moments with, but you've become the most important person in his life, and he wants to share these positive aspects of his life with you

he's a romantic, what can i say?

x = xtra (a random headcanon for them.)

bro wants to hold your hand all the freaking time

it's not even funny anymore

at first you think it's super cute but then you're like... can i have my hand back now?

wants his intertwined his fingers with yours, lacing them in his hands, it's very unlikely that your hand will be free ever again

say goodbye to your freedom, basically <3

y = yuck (what are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

he doesn't like being with people who are too tense

like they will take everything seriously and not see the fun in anything. they view the world in such a cynical light, which would ultimately drain yunho's energy right from the get-go

someone who can't seem to loosen up despite spending quite a bit of time with them, yunho would feel like he's wasted his time with someone who isn't worth it

z = zzz (what is a sleep habit of theirs?)

he's a freaking koala bear ngl

i can fully imagine him clinging onto you for dear life and having a death grip around you as he's asleep. there's no way you're escaping his arms, nuh-uh

he doesn't even know he's doing it so when you mention it the morning after he's like "what? i don't do that.."

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[8bitscarlet]

To Die For

Summary: Your life had never known stability or the feeling of safety in it ever. But green eyes seem to I've you everything you've been missing. And you wonder, if they're something worth living for or dying for.

Pairing: Wanda x Reader

Genre/Warnings: Fluff (canon violence, cussing, blood, gun usage, mention of alcohol, alcohol consumption)

Word Count: 6.9k

A/N: I'm alive! I've had an incredibly busy last two weeks but I was able to squeeze this fic in with some free moments that I had. These next few months will be busy as well, so fics will be turning out slowly but they'll be turning out! 😂 So, here's Chapter 14 of AOP. Happy Reading everyone! 💕

*please do not repost or translate my material or claim as yours. reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated!*

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Your knee bounces on top of your leg as your pen keeps a constant rhythm against your notepad. The supposed general of this guerilla group that’s being targeted with HYDRA weaponry by the corrupt government drones on in the background. Finishing the lines on the scribble you’ve been working on, you glance up at Nat. She flicks her eyes to the projecting screen and you sigh, looking at the routes you’ve already memorized. 

The guards that stand around the room are growing antsy with the length of the meeting, feet aching in old boots as they try to keep tired eyes on all of you. Though the Avengers had never had run-ins with them, they sure had run-ins with the U.S. government. Some shadowy deals during a tumultuous time brought this now corrupt government into power and now anyone who looks American has a few extra eyes on them with some hidden grudges. 

“I don’t see why you can’t just drop your bombs that your military is always raving about?” You glance up at the voice coming from a sitting lieutenant, his eyes boring holes into Steve, the American poster boy. 

Steve sits up straighter with a frown, you know he didn’t want to be that poster boy but the name “Captain America”, it was impossible not to be. You lean forward and slide your pen behind your ear, 

“Total war with them isn’t exactly one of your little guerilla play fights. Though, maybe if your soldiers handled their alcohol better…” you glance at the sweating and swaying guards around the room. You remember seeing them puking and falling over each other early this morning when you went to meet Sam for a run. 

“That one’s awfully mouthy, aren’t they?” The Lieutenant cackles and slams his hand against another soldier’s chest, “We know who you all are and what you do and who you do it for. So how about you keep quiet about things you don’t know.”

Wanda closes her notebook quietly, clearing her throat, “We can’t follow you blindly. We’re partners here, so can we act like that?”

The lieutenant’s dark eyes flash to Wanda, a glint in them that causes your fists to clench tightly. She notices, her hand reaching out and subtly resting on your thigh. You let out a slow sigh, eyes locked on the lieutenant as he scowls. 

“Why don’t you go brew some curses and fly around on your broomstick, witch? Don’t talk when you haven’t got a clue.”

You slam your notepad down now, your pen flying across the room and nearly hit one of the soldiers. Standing quickly, the chair you were sitting in flies out from you and crashes into the wall behind you. You dig your finger down into the table, 

“Know what, asshole? Just realized I don’t give a damn about this little truce. And I certainly don’t give a damn about you.”

As you talk, you make your way around the table, hearing the adjustments of rifles as you get closer to the Lieutenant. He doesn’t back down though and wave for you to get shot. He stands up, meeting you as you reach him and preparing to take the first swing. Glaring him down, you hear the squeaking of wheels and then a hand presses against your shoulder. 

“Alright you two. That’s enough,” Steve tries to push you away but you stay locked where you are, not letting this asshole get away with what he said. 

“No, let them take it outside,” Nat says, flipping through her notes without a second glance at the excitement. At the thickening silence, her green eyes glance up and you watch them roll, “Trust me.”

Nat knows the culture here. You don’t back away from insulting words and walk away with your tail between your legs. You fight against them and whether or not you win, you gain respect. Both you and Nat know that respect is what’s needed right now and you glance at Wanda. She rolls her eyes, knowing you’re not really asking for permission to defend her honor, she doesn’t need your help. But she grins softly, picking up a brow in an intrigued stare and you can feel a warmth growing inside your chest. 

“When I’m done with you,” you point at the Lieutenant, “You’re going to apologize to the lady,”

His laugh follows after you through the backdoor as you rip off your button down and trudge through the light snow that appeared overnight. It’s been cleared with some shovels and the afternoon sun, leaving behind slippery mud as you step into the makeshift ring that’s been made for occasions like this. 

Soldiers are staring as the Lieutenant carefully takes off his uniformed shirt with clanging medals, the higher ranks never stepped foot into this ring. But there he is, fists covering his face and eagerly taking the first swing. 

You grimace against his punches, knuckles hitting just right between your ribs. He’s slow but his hits cause even you some pain. Ducking below a swing meant for your jaw, you carefully catch on to his rhythm. Swings catch nothing but empty air as you dodge around him. A crowd has gathered, Nat squeezing past the yells of encouragement for the Lieutenant and curses towards you. Glancing to the side, you notice Nat slip some cash to the bet taker and you scoff, wondering if she’s betting on you. 

Clenching yourself, you narrowly dodge the fist meant to knock you out and you spin around. The mud swings you around faster than normal as your foot slams into the Lieutenant’s knee. You stumble and in your moment of weakness, he lunges for you. Mud shoots out from underneath you as you're slammed into the ground but he loses his grip on you as you slam your mud covered hand against his face. 

Squirming out from his knee that pins into your hip, you clamber behind him and wrap yourself around him. Legs lock around his waist as your arms lock around his neck, and you squeeze hard. Panting as you push his head forward, pressing him further into your arm, slowly you lean forward. 

“Had enough?”

He snarls, trying to flip you off of him but you jerk your arm back, listening to his gag as he topples over into the mud. Any air he tries to breathe, it’ll be mixed with it. He knows it's only a matter of time before he passes out and you’re not letting him go until he’s gone limp. With a moment to think as his vision starts to close, you watch his hand rise and then tap against your arm. 

You release immediately, clambering up to your feet in case some of the soldiers decide to come to his honor this time. Instead, nothing happens. They all stare with wide eyes that you’ve beaten the Lieutenant and that’s when you watch the General step forward through the crowd.

He glances down at his bloodied right hand man and then to you. You wait for him to kick you off the base but instead, you listen to a laugh come out that echoes without walls. The rest of the soldiers start to holler and whoop as the Lieutenant is helped to his feet. 

“You’ve got a hard swing,”

You chuckle and rub against an aching spot on chin, “I’d call that a team bonding experience,” you reach out and take his hand for a shake, “As soon as you apologize to the lady,”

You glance over at Wanda who gives a small grin, a sparkle in her eye as she looks at you. 

“Don’t hold it against me, ma’am. We’re a bit frightened of your powers but we know you’re needed. Just glad you’re on our side.”

He limps off to the infirmary as you graciously take a canteen of water from one of the soldiers. Wanda takes your discarded button down and gently pats away the blood from your split eyebrow, “Don’t be turning into a knight in shining armor, Y/N. I like battle worn armor.”

Her shoulder bumps into yours and you glance at her, curious with that glow in her stare, beckoning you to stay close. You oblige as you follow her for a short while while she walks through the base and you look around at the street signs, trying to figure out where you’re going. 

Groups of soldiers are walking around, others run past and yell out cadence as they train while the two of you stick out like a sore thumb. Lengthening your steps, you fall into step with Wanda and you glance at her. 

“The night before the mission and you want to get plastered?” you look up at the base’s bar that you’re heading towards, “You should’ve invited Sam.”

Wanda looks at you, “If I wanted to get drunk I would’ve brought him. But I’d like to remember tonight.”

An old, neon lit sign marks the building for all to see. You glance at the slightly buzzing sign and see the name of the band who’s playing tonight. Letting out a quiet hum, you’re surprised to see such a popular group coming to this little base. You’d seen posters lining through the city for their stadium tour, they must’ve added this without much notice to the government. 

“Hey, since I fought for your honor, I get a free beer right?” You ask as you open the door to the sound of bustling conversations and strumming instruments. 

Wanda sighs and pokes at the bruise on your chin, causing you to jolt away but you’re quickly following her, “I should be getting that beer for you not letting me take care of my honor.”

You chuckle, pulling out a seat at one of the few empty tables and waiting for her to sit, “I have to keep up with your magic. My super strength is boring.” 

“Oh, yes, so boring. I yawned when you flipped that car with Johnson in it before he sped away.”

Settling down into the chair across from her, you grin, “It was nothing.”

“I’m not stroking your ego with this fake humbleness,” Wanda tilts her head slightly, “But it was something,”

You hold up your hand as a waiter walks by, “Get this woman whatever she wants,” you slide out your wallet and flick up your card between your fingers, “And put it on my tab,”

The evening turns into night and the lights inside the bar dim, only a few moments of colored bulbs as the band takes the stage. It’s a calm setting, no one running up to the stage or loud cheering. Everyone inside is there for a relaxing time and you sink down into your seat as you slowly turn your beer against its coaster. 

Your eyes had been watching the band for a bit as the music was swelling around you, but they always seemed to fall away. They’d find their way back across the table that your beer sat on. On a redhead who’s own eyes were constantly falling away. The first few times your eyes fell on each other, they snapped quickly back to the guitar player. Your cheeks burning in the darkness as you quickly sipped from your drink. 

But every few moments, you’d find yourself staring into those dark green eyes and wishing you never had to look away from them. Taking in a slow breath as you unclench your fist that hid beside your thigh, you decide it’s been long enough. You swung punches for this woman, risked your life on multiple occasions, why can’t you just look at her. 

To watch the way her nose scrunches when the lead singer tells a joke. How she whispers to herself as she translates the words to herself, her lips moving nearly imperceptibly. Her fingers keeping the beat along with the foot of her crossed leg, remembering how they felt against your skin.

Your eyes follow over every curve and line on her face, finding each one as interesting as the last. The world seems to melt away as you watch her hair fall over her shoulder as she turns. Then those green eyes look at you and this time, neither of you snap away. 

“You’re staring,” Wanda says after a long moment of her eyes running along your face and a grin resting on her lips. 

“Am I?” you ask, sarcasm dripping from your grin, 

Wanda leans back into her seat, “Do I have a hair out of place? Some mud on my shirt from you flinging it around?”

You nod slowly, “I didn’t know how to tell you.”

She grins wider and you feel the corners of your eyes crinkle as yours spreads against your face. 

“What do you think?” she asks, eyeing the dancers and people walking around all of the decorations. 

You shrug, “It’s a bit boring and drab, you know?”

Her laugh makes its way through the music and comes in clear as day, as if she’s sitting right next to you. Clearing your throat, you have a passing thought as you wish that she was. 

“You’re still staring,”

“So are you,” you lean forward and rest your arms on the table, your eyes finally flicking away from Wanda and towards the dance floor. There’s a few couples that dance around, not crowded and plenty of space, “Come on. We’re gonna dance.”

“Dance?” Wanda shakes her head as you stand and wipe away the dry mug from your shirt, “No, I remember clearly that you don’t dance. You’re too cool for that.”

You hold out your hand, “Things change don’t they?”

She eyes your hand, not shaking though your body is filled with electricity, “Do they?”

With a grin, you wave her to come with you, “Well, we’re certainly going to find out.”

Her cool hand rests in yours and you pull her up to her feet slowly, letting out a quiet breath as you try to calm your racing heart. The walk is short but you have time for a billion thoughts to race through your head. Thoughts to try and remind yourself how to dance, others trying to determine how tight of a grip you should have on Wanda’s hand, if you had locked your room door or not. 

But you raise her hand as you turn on the balls of your feet, raising your brows as Wanda steps up to you. Pulling her raised hand a little, she steps even closer. Lowering your arm, her hand rests on your back and she glances up at you. You grin as your feet move perfectly with each other, not a single glance to see if you’re about to step on her toes.

Every second is dedicated to her and she grins and you wonder if she’s heard what you’re thinking. Memorizing the way the lights shine against her eyes and how they glow up at you. The soft wrinkles on her face that almost disappeared when she slept. All the nights you nearly reached out to trace them on missions as nothing more than teammates, as friends. 

As you raise your hand and twist your wrist slowly, sending her into a soft spin, you wonder if she’s had those thoughts. And as she comes around the turn, you hope that she has. 

Her feet face you again and you pull against each other, stepping even closer than before. Your bodies press against each other now, her warm breath rushing along the top of your shirt as you watch her eyes drop down to your lips. 

“What’s the matter?” you whisper, thumb grazing along her hip, “I’ve been practicing.”

“Well, for one, you smell,” she chuckles but you feel her grip tighten against your belt loops, “And I don’t think I’ve gone this long without hearing you complain.”

You grin, “Me, either. Are we… there’s nothing wrong with enjoying this?”

She hums quietly as the ballad continues beyond this two foot world, her head resting along your shoulder as goosebumps run down your neck. You lift her hand again and she finds its resting place on your neck, as though she’d done this so many times before. Your hand rests on her arm, feeling how soft her skin is along your fingertips. As she hums against you, the vibration in her chest filling yours, you only hope that things have changed. 

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Adjusting the body armor you have on, you put your pistol back in your holster after finally clearing one of the last rooms you were assigned. You glance over as Wanda lets out a quiet sneeze. You chuckle quietly, her eyes flicking to you with a quiet warning to not say anything about it. The whole building is under construction, it’s old, dusty and practically coming apart. 

“When you meant battle worn armor, I was hoping you meant armor that actually fit.”

Wanda sighs and walks down to the final door, “Can’t even go a day without a complaint.”

You let out a scoff, “Me complain? Who was complaining when I cleaned the coffee spoon?”

She whips around as a red missile slams open the door, her energy glowing from her hands as she steps into the dark and windowless room, “You cleaned it with your mouth!”

“I thought you were done!” you call after her, flipping plastic off of brand new, shining equipment. You clench your brows, intrigued how such expensive and new equipment conveniently ended up somewhere so moldy and musty. 

Wanda leans against the exit door and crosses her arms, a finger flicking upwards as the remaining lights flicker on, “You know I have two cups a day. I hadn’t even finished my first.”

You roll your eyes and whisper as you pass her, “I ate the rest of your chips,”

Her gasp fills the quiet room as you grin at her, a shiver running through your body as you reach out for the door. Before Wanda can accuse you of all the other snacks of hers that have gone missing, you go to push open the door. 

There’s a soft click and you freeze. You wait for an explosion or an alarm to start blaring but nothing happens. Wrapping your hand around the door knob, you shimmy it but it stays shut and doesn’t give a single millimeter of movement. Instead, you hear another click and then the sound of an almost silent fan. 

Clenching your brows, you glance over to the vents and make your way over with slow steps. There’s a nearly clear cloud working its way out, a yellowish tint when it comes into contact with the light. The fan inside the vents starts to pick up speed now and you try to peer inside to see if there’s a canister you can rip out. 

“Y/N, do you hear that?”

“I smell it,” you grunt, the room filling with a growing mustiness as you feel a tickle in your throat. You start to feel a tickle in your throat, “We gotta think of something.”

You ram full speed into one of the doors but it doesn’t budge. Your foot slams over and over into the door, but all it does is make a dent in the door. 

“What are these doors made of?” you grunt and try to rip it off its hinges. 

“Y/N!” Wanda shouts for you and you turn quickly, covering your face with your shirt as you start to tear off the body armor and drop it at your feet. You follow where she’s pointing with your eyes and see that there’s scaffolding in the room. Following it up, you can see a window that hadn’t been covered. 

Jogging over without a question of if the scaffolding is steady to be climbed on, Wanda follows close behind you as you press your back against the metal. Interlocking your fingers, Wanda presses her boot into them as she steadies herself with a hand on your shoulder. Glancing up from her grasp, her eyes find yours and you feel her fingers wrap tighter around you. 

“Wanda?” you whisper, feeling her other hand skim along your neck

“Yeah,” she whispers back, her other boot pressing against your thigh.

You grin, “We have to get out of here first if we want to laugh about this later.”

Her lips slowly turn upward, “I should start climbing.”

Grunting as you slowly and carefully lift her up until she’s able to grasp the metal railings, you step back and watch her swing her leg over, “You know, I could’ve just done this?”

As you clench your thighs to try and get as high up on the scaffold as you can get, you feel your body get wrapped in a warm embrace. You try to grab onto something as your stomach flips and you try to swim towards the railing. 

“You should get better at reminding me that you have magic. Cause,” you grab hold of the rail with a grunt and feel your feet slowly float to solid ground, “You are exhausting to lift.”

Hopping up and over, you land next to Wanda with only the soft creaking of wood between you. Her eyes are locked on yours, breath hitched when you both see how close you’ve landed to her. Her finger jumping up and just skimming your hand, your eyes falling to her parted lips for a fleeting moment. You can feel yourself start to lean forward onto your toes as Wanda lets out a quiet sigh. 

You pause before you can act on this moment, to see if there’s anything behind this pull you have towards her or if this is just an incredibly long case of getting rid of pent up emotions with no strings attached. You feel a grin rise at the corner of your lips, you know that’s not it. As you start to tilt your head, fingers reaching out to her jacket, a sound gets your heart pounding. 

Your shoulder bumps into Wanda, your hand gripping your pistol as you glance back at her. Her glowing red eyes are already looking at you, the sound of bullets growing louder. There’s yells and crashing coming from the other room and the sound of pounding against a wall. You pull out your pistol, stepping slowly in front of Wanda as you sneak forward. Drywall explodes out and you flick the safety off and wait until you can see what you’re shooting to wrap your finger around that trigger.

Coughing comes from the dust as it starts to settle and you stand up straight, watching Nat and Steve run through the plastered over door. Nat swings herself around the hole into cover, peeking out as Steve waves the two of you off of the scaffolding. 

“This whole place is getting ambushed. We gotta move!” he tells you as Nat starts to fire out of the room. 

Steve waves you towards the exit that’s a floor down and through the main entrance. Satisfied that the two of you will get out of here just fine, he takes Nat to work down the halls. You follow after them for a moment, trying to find a safe way down to the main entrance. It’s quick work, the majority of the enemies’ attention is on the guerilla soldiers, you’re not even sure if they know you guys are here. 

And they never do. With a few quiet shots and knife slices there and a few of Nat’s leg wrapping knockouts here, you work towards a broken office window that overlooks the foyer of the main entrance. Peeking over, you can see a wooden scaffolding below and old building equipment littering the planks and the floor below.

You scoff, wondering how long Hydra was planning on fixing this place up and when they gave up. Still, with all this new equipment, it must just be used as a storage area. The scaffolding looks shaky just from the rotted wooden planks and you try to figure out where to land. 

You’ll have to carefully place your feet to make sure it doesn’t collapse and give away your position. The bullets have quieted now and hopefully the soldiers are sneaking away but Hydra doesn't need to know where you are. And the government here and at home, also don’t need to know. 

“We’ll start clearing the way down there,” Nat tells you, climbing through the window and dropping down. There’s a small creak but Steve follows after her without fear. There’s a small swaying but everything stays together as they climb down safely. They look around, waving for you and Wanda to come down as they go peek down the hallways. 

“Come on,” you say and clamber through the window. You land on the wood perfectly, grunting at the impact but freeze immediately. Something’s not right.

A creak didn’t follow your landing but a snap. Twisting yourself to look up at the window without moving your feet, you hold out your hand, “Wanda, wait!”

She’s already out the window and landing next to you by the time your words leave your mouth. The crack echoes out loudly through the room and the entire scaffolding collapses under you. You reach out to try and grab Wanda but everything happens too quickly as you try and suck in a deep breath before it gets knocked from your lungs. 

Wanda’s yell follows you down and as you smack against the floor, pain explodes through your stomach and shoulder. You know you hit hard on your shoulder when you instinctively tried to reach onto Wanda but you don’t know why your stomach is burning, much more than just losing your breath. 

Glancing down, you see something that wasn’t there previously, sticking out of you. Through your hazy eyesight and nausea, you make out the shape of a rebar sticking out of your abdomen. 

“Fuck!” you yell and suck in a breath, your hands shaking against the warmth spreading along your shirt, You groan, knowing you shouldn’t have taken off the armor. 

Wanda quickly picks herself up from the rough fall she still had and clambers over to you as she falls to her knees. You hear yelling coming from behind her and watch through tears of pain at the door behind her trying to cave in. The crash of the scaffolding and your yell was probably heard through the building and it’s exactly where the enemy is running towards. Nat grabs Steve and shoves him towards the other door to stop the flanking position, yelling at you to keep breathing. 

“What do I do?” Wanda asks frantically, not knowing what injury to look at first. 

“Move,” you groan out, your arm falling limp and fingers trying to wrap around the grip of your gun. 

Wanda can’t hear your tortured breaths and leans forward, “What?”

“Move!” you shove her aside against the pain and bring your only working arm up with your gun. The gun breaks down and two soldier’s come barging in. You pray to the adrenaline gods as you quickly aim down the sights and the world slows down, letting you watch them raise their rifles and see the yells that escape their mouths. 

The first bullet hits right on its mark and the soldier falls against his buddy that got knocked with Cap’s shield. Nat takes out the other two coming in that stare in horror as a large group of their friends get slammed into the wall by a wave of red. You watch the last two slump as the world comes back to speed. Wanda gets back to you, shaking and huffing. 

Nat kneels next to you and stares down at your bleeding abdomen, trying to figure out if she can move you. Taking in a slow breath, she nods and tries to ignore your sputtering breaths. 

“Two birds with one stone,” she points to Wanda, “Grab their shoulder,”

She quickly instructs Wanda where to grab and how much force to shove against the limb to get it back into working order. Wanda looks at you, trying to keep your breathing controlled and to focus on anything but the slow, pain pulsating through you. 

You nod, “Just do it,” And in one quick motion, as if she’s done it a million times, she pops it back in with only a small yelp from you. 

“Alright,” Nat wipes your blood on her pants, “I need you to help me pick them up,”

“What?” Wanda nearly yells and stares at the stick of metal sticking out of you.

“We can’t leave them here, Wanda,” they lower their voices to whispers, trying not to let you in on their plan. 

In a quiet count to each other, you clench your teeth as they start to pull your arms and your body follows with a warm embrace. You feel it slide out of your body and so does the scream that you try to hold in. Nat lets go of your arm as Wanda’s magic slowly settles you on your feet and holds you steady as you find your footing. It feels like something is missing from your body and from the haziness in your head, you know you’ve lost a lot of blood. 

You hobble forward, swaying as you press against the wound, Wanda’s hands glowing as she tries to keep you steady. The pain is exploding through your body with each step that you take, bringing tears to your already blurry vision. You hold your hands against the warm blood oozing its way out of you. 

“We need to go,” you groan out, you nearly tip forward as you push Nat ahead, “Scout ahead. Together. Please.”

The main exit you were looking at is barricaded on the other side, you’re going to need a side exit and you’re going to need to find it fast. Wanda lingers for a second but soon follows the Black Widow after putting your pistol back into your bloody hand. Her green eyes stare at you for a moment as she cocks the gun and your hand wraps around hers and the grip. 

“Super strength, remember?” you breathe out carefully, as you try to grin “Keeping up with your magic. Go, please.”

Though her eyes flick down to your lips, it’s not the time. Both of you are thinking the same thing, you don’t have to read minds to know. And she’s not giving this moment any chance of being a last moment. You follow after them, dragging yourself down the hallway with groans and huffs. You learn against a doorway, pressing a bloody hand against the white hot pain. The blood doesn’t want to stop. Sliding forward, you watch as the blood from your hand leaves a long streak along the wall. 

You let out a heavy breath and lean against a desk as you follow the open doors that the two women are leaving as a trail for you. You can’t climb over the old dusty desks and equipment in the hallway, you have to snake through and around the offices. 

Glancing up, you realize you must’ve rested for longer than you intended as you watch Wanda jog back into the room. She carefully helps you down to the ground and you grip her arm tightly. You want to protest, to tell her that you all need to get out of here but only grunts are forming from your mouth. 

“Nat sent me back, we can’t find Steve,” she whispers and stops from continuing forward when she hears footsteps. She leaves without a word and you try to reach out for her and fail miserably as you catch yourself before you topple over. 

You lean against the desk as you hear a door being kicked open. Your heart is pounding, which isn’t helping how fast the blood is escaping your body but you try to climb up to your knees. Trying to get up to protect Wanda from whoever has decided to join the party but you can’t lift yourself up. 

“I know you’re in here. Make it easy on yourself,” the soldier calls out, his boots hitting the ground softly. 

Taking three quick breaths, you lean out to pop a shot towards his head and end this. Instead, he fires his shotgun at the first thing that moves, forcing you to fall back into the cover of the desk. He’s standing his ground, ready to fire the second he sees any movement from this area. Breathing in carefully, you mutter for him to take a step closer. You’ll fight him to the ground, you have enough strength left. Keep him busy so Wanda can make it out of the room. 

But Wanda has other ideas. You hear her yell and you peek out from the corner to see what the hell she’s doing. She jumps out from behind a desk, red glowing from her hands as she forces the soldier down to the ground. She sinks the blade of the knife she stole from your boot into his shoulder, her aim slightly off from ending the fight. 

You try to quickly aim at him as Wanda is flipped off of him and she stumbles into a folder cabinet. Letting out a grunt as you pull back the trigger and you feel the recoil rush through your entire body, you collapse to the ground. 

A second soldier comes running as you hit the ground, trying to pick up your hand to aim and empty the clip in your gun. Your head is heavy and any thought takes so much extra effort and time. You can’t see straight and your arm shakes as you try to lift the gun up to anywhere near where the soldier is. He doesn’t notice you though, all of his attention is on firing at the witch in the room. Wanda blocks his bullets that are trying to catch her as he gets closer and closer. 

Your bloody hand slips off the desk trying to get up as he ducks behind a half wall and avoids Wanda’s magic. He chucks folders and a chair at her, distracting her as she quickly blocks away the objects that could turn fatal and then takes the opportunity to lunge. 

“Get away!” you yell and slip against the wooden desk again. 

He swings his arm and connects his gun with her face. She falls with a yell and in a moment of perfect connection, you slide your pistol across the ground as you faceplant it on the thin, carpeted floor. Wanda grabs it as the soldier raises the butt of his rifle above his head and you hear the holy sound of gunfire. 

You watch as five quick explosions come from the barrel. The man falls next to her as Wanda stares up at the ceiling, quick breaths escaping and entering her lungs. You both are frozen for a moment, your body trying to keep you still and Wanda trying to stop the flashes of her life in front of her. 

Wanda quickly gets up to her feet and runs to you. With more thought to get you out fast instead of babying your injury, she helps you to your feet against your painful yells. Instinctively, your bloody hand touches the swelling cut on her cheek. 

“You’re hurt,” 

She slaps your hand away, “I’m not bleeding out, Y/N. Focus, please!” Your feet are starting to drag and you lean against a filing cabinet, trying to catch a breath. 

“Come on, Y/N. You really gotta start moving,” she waves at you to move your feet now that the hallway is empty and clear. The last thing you all need is for the hallway to get filled with soldiers again. 

“I got it, go,” you shove her forward and take a few steps before leaning against an overturned desk. Your blood is staining the wood as Wanda jogs down the hallway towards the back exit. 

“Come on!” she yells at you, glancing around for more soldiers to ruin the party. 

You take a step and another, each one worse than the last. Wanda has opened the door, the bright light almost blinding as you lean against a pile of wood for another rest. You can barely breathe without having excruciating pain explode through you. You cough and cringe from the burning feeling coming from inside of you. 

Wanda grabs your arm, scaring you as you nearly thought about resting your face on the planks of wood, and starts to put it over her shoulder. You push her forward and stumble slightly, you don’t want her to be slowed down because of you. 

“Let’s go, Y/N. Walk!” she orders, her voice cracking slightly as she jogs to the exit to make sure the coast is clear. 

You stumble forward, taking slow and careful steps. She keeps watch, staring out the door as you make your way so slowly to her. The pain becomes a numbing sensation but your vision is going out. You can barely keep yourself upright and you probably look like you’re at death’s door right now. 

“Okay, it’s clear. Come on.” She tells you. 

Your body and mind work together, to try and get all of your limbs working, but you continue to stumble over your own feet. You fall with a grunt and through the blinding light, Wanda comes sprinting towards you. 

“Come on. We need to go,” she tells you and starts to drag you to the door faster than you would like, but you know time is of the essence. 

You fall against the door to catch your breath but she keeps moving. Shoving you out the door and letting you stumble out into the crisp air by yourself. Winter was holding on for far too long this year. You can hear the screeching of tires and the rumbling of engines, this isn’t good. 

“Y/N!” you stop, staggering back towards the building and turn yourself around slowly. 

You groan and press your hand against your side, eyeing the scene in front of you carefully. Wanda is gripping Strucker’s sleeve, looking at the guns pointing towards her. Strucker grins at you, flicking the safety of his gun off. Without losing eye contact, you pull back the chamber and ready your rifle. Thankful to still have it but knowing that your spine was not happy to land partially on it. 

Strucker’s jaw clenches slightly as you put his puny head between your sights. 

“Now, Y/N. You shoot me and my comrades shoot you. But who will save your friend?”

You growl and step forward, willing every last ounce of strength to keep you steady, “Let her go.”

“No,” he smiles at you.

“Let. Her. Go.” you grip the rifle tighter, not a single quiver or falter in your movements. You’ll kill him and everyone pointing guns at you right now. You don’t care how long this stand off lasts. 

Struckers presses the gun against Wanda’s head, you watch as she clenches against his sleeve tighter. She’s trying to figure out how to get out of this situation. If she knocks him back with magic, his guards are going to fill you with lead. And she knows, the way you’re staring at her, she couldn’t save both of you and get Strucker.

“The rifle please.” Strucker’s brows raise as his accent sends the rest of your blood boiling, “We don’t need more bloodshed, Y/N.”

You hesitate as you look around. Strucker sighs and nods his head. You hear the steps too late and feel your knee give out with a strike and then the butt of a gun cracking against your face. You’re restrained easily in your weakened state and you swallow carefully against the metal blade that presses against your throat. 

“Y/N!” Wanda yells but shuts up with a yelp when Struckers pulls her hair. 

“Stop!” you yell and hold up your hands, “Fucking stop!”

“Shame to see you’ve really fallen into this hero gig,” he slides the gun down Wanda’s face with a small grin, “Where’s the missing folder?”

You stare at him, replaying the memory of you bloodied and beaten and handing off a bent manila folder to Yelena. Years ago, before you were taken back into Hydra’s grasp and reconditioned. They were plans you had stolen from Hydra but there’s something gnawing in your brain. They filled the blanks of their plans without that folder. You know they did. 

“I gave it to you,”

Strucker sighs, “I’m going to count to ten. And you’re going to tell me who you gave it to.”

You glare at him, wincing as the blade digs into your throat further and a jolt of pain comes from your stomach. 

“Or she dies.”

Strucker watches with amusement as your eyes widen, trying to go back to that day. A dreadful day where you were strapped to a chair. Endless questions. You couldn’t have given up Yelena, she wouldn’t be here if you had. You clench your eyes, trying to bring back such a hazy memory. 

A gunshot echoes out and you flick your eyes open to the bullethole that’s now in the ground. Wanda screams as you lunge forward, ignoring the pain and warmth of blood that runs down your throat now. 

“Do you think I’m playing around!”

Four guys grab you now, surprised by this sudden bout of strength and one slams their baton onto the bloody spot on your shirt. You scream, leaning over in pain as you gag and the metallic taste coats your tongue, “You son of a bitch!”

Strucker is yelling, trying to get you to tell him where the plans are. Where the weapon is and to give it to him. The prototype, you know where it is. Where it was hidden. 

“Wanda, look at me. Wanda. Stay with me” you glance away from Strucker to Wanda, silent tears streaming down her face. You glare at him, “I’m going to kill you, I swear to god!”

“Eight!”

You try to fight the tight grasps on your wrists, “Stop! Jesus, look just stop! And I promise you, I will help you find whatever you want!”

“Nine!”

“Please, don’t do this. Listen to me. I will help you. No contract. No payment. Just please. Leave her out of this. She’s done nothing!”

Stucker just glares at you, the tip of the gun still pressed against Wanda’s head. You shake your head, “Please, no,” hot tears run down your face, “No.”

There’s no hesitation, no thought. “Ten,” And the gunshot beats your screams.

_______________ CH 15

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[lindwurmkai]

okay, yeah, i think it's time to admit that i'm not really using this site anymore. i check in once or twice a week, reading my absolute favourite blogs and any tracked tags that xkit tells me have new posts in them, but it feels almost like a chore even though they are, as i said, my absolute favourite blogs.

there's just so much of it all. people are reblogging everything they like even slightly. discourse gets through despite my careful dash curation and filters. opening the notes on a post because i'm looking for more information or clarification is almost always a mistake. it's tiring and i didn't even realise it until i stayed away for a while.

i used to think i needed at least one website i could always go to if i was unwell and bored, but over time i have slowly found alternatives. i actually watch the occasional video essay now for some reason. i play more phone games. i look at craft ideas on pinterest. and for those rare times when none of those will do, i've started experimenting with making a secondary pillowfort account where i follow more people.

i feel happier when my main social media feeds are slower-paced and the comment sections usually contain meaningful discussion instead of being disjointed discourse trashfires.

follow me on pillowfort. dm for my locked mastodon account if you want; i may well give you access even if we've never talked as long as we're mutuals. i'm still looking for a new fediverse server to make a secondary account on (for the same reason as my secondary pillowfort account), but once i've got that set up, i'll edit this post or make a new one.

i'm not leaving entirely, but i think i'll leave xkit's "original posts only" feature activated indefinitely from now on so i won't see your reblogs. feel free to send me things you think i'd like!

#is this what they mean by social media detox? #if you're chronically ill the real challenge is finding replacements that are equally easy to do #but finally; after a year and a half of trying to adjust to cutting twitter out of my life; i have adapted #;

[cathalbravecog]

I LOVE SAMMICH!!

♠️ Guzma / Frostbite / Cathal (Friends can call me Goons ma!)

♠️ They/Them, It/Its or He/Him !!!

♠️ Cathal's best friend and sibling (canon) and Allan's horrible chaos adoptive child (canon)

♠️ High Roller's "Secret Third Thing" and Co-Host (canon...?)

♠️ The most swag Cog around, here to cause mayhem

♠️ CLICK HERE TO GO TO MY TOON'S ASK/RP BLOG!!!

(More intro post stuff below! BTW "#guz art" is my art tag!)

Care to read more? Alrighty! Welcome, Toons and Suits alike! This is a side-blog just to dump my Toontown Corporate clash related things onto.

If it's TTCC, it goes here! How nice! Now, I do not plan on interacting with the fandom very much outside of the game and people I'm familiar with. I will only main tag things that I like if I'm confident. Be aware I don't go into the tags myself - I have stuff sent to me or I reblog from others - or check blogs I already know of.

Feel free to ask me things and talk to me about TTCC, though!! I love answering things! I just don't plan on initiating conversations myself as I'd prefer to stay in my own bubble. Despite my energy, I can be very shy. I also tend to delete posts due to personal fears, so if you can't find a post from me you once saw, that may be why.

Want to play with me? Okay by me! If I play, I'm probably playing as my main toon, Frostbite The Bat! Currently at 132 laff. Feel free to say hi! You can also find me multitooning, or just playing on my alt Toons alone. My most played alt toons are: Archie Archeopteryx and Winstoon Byrd! (I have way more Toons, though.)

(That's me!) (I think you should run. /speedchat)

Now, for some fun history... I originally only played on TTR, but that got boring and I stopped. I played on TTCC once or twice in 2019 before a lot of the big updates. Now, years later, I decided to get into Toontown again, but went with TTCC instead. I missed all the lore updates, and I wish I was there to experience them first-hand. I am very glad to have began playing Toontown again - it has changed my life for the better and I've met some of my best friends I've ever had through it.

Again, I encourage sending me asks! But I'd prefer if nobody asks me about ships. I'm disinterested in those and I am not here for that. If you need something tagged, let me know! I may be polite on this post, but I shitpost a lot and I swear like a sailor sometimes, so be wary of that. This is a NON NORMAL zone. We all go here to get weird, buddy. I also post a lot on impulse and when I'm tired. Again, I may delete too rambly posts sometimes. I worry a lot and I'm just like that, please be patient with me.

#pinned #guz art #<- art tag :3

[thundersyst3m]

⚡ WELCOME TO MY DUMBASSERY! ⚡

I'm Mallow (also known as the host, Nimbus!)

We are a diagnosed DID system of over 80+ members!

This blog is for reblogs, shitpost, dumb thoughts, aesthetics, doodle dump and questions!

Wanna know what I like + other social media? Check here!

Wanna know more about the system and our proxies/sign-offs? Check here!

My art page is @cinnamallow

My qsmp page is @qthundercubitos

My littles page is @thundersystemlittles

My hornyposting page is @thunderhornyposting (+18 ONLY)

My writing blog is @thund3rwords

My paranoia blog is @magicalgirlbreakroom

North's winter posting blog together with an alter from another system is @frozenheartache

Alter blogs:

North - @winterangelthoughts

Gabe - @blood-soaked-peppermint

TAGS

#thunder diary - daily notes about our day :)

#therapy stories - funny or impactful things from therapy

To see posts from certain alters, just put [alter name].pdf

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ALTERS

These are the alters that mostly use this tumblr:

Nimbus ✨ - Body age - All pronouns/zap/cloud

Nimbuschu ⚡ - Body age - He/She/They/Zap

Blade 🍒 - 24 - He/They/Hound

Alice 🌸 - 28 - She/They/Flower

Cupid 🌺 - Ageless (adult) - She/They/Love

Hastur 🍚 - 3000+ (adult) - Any Pronouns

Moss 📗 - 20's - He/Him

North ❄️🩸 - 20's - He/it/snow/ice

Fawn 🦌🩸 - 20's - He/They/Deer

Sabrina 🐰🩸 - 19 - She/They/It/Bun

Heartache 🩸 - 20's - He/They/It/Blood

Ignis 🧨🩸 - 30's - He/It/Fire

Astro ☄️ - 17 - She/They

Aurora 🕯️ - Ageless (adult) - She/They/Star

MK 🍜 - 18 - He/Him/Chaos

Sol ☀️ - 1000+ (Mentally on his 30's) - He/Sun

Norton 🧲 - 35 - He/They/She

Pinkie Pie 🍰 - idk age (adult) - She/They/Cake

Fluttershy 🍂 - idk age (adult) - She/Her/Flutter

Purple 😈 - 16 - He/It

Grace 🐟 - 25 - She/They/Pearl

Cellbit 📷 - 30's - He/him

More might be added

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SOME INFO ABOUT US!

We are Brazilian! So sometimes portuguese posts might happen!

We are having a race crisis, we don't know if we white or mixed/pardo, hard at the moment

We are socially anxious and overall introverts that hate DMs

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BYF

Please use tone tags, we are autistic and this helps a lot!

We can answer some system questions, but not all, we not a professional!

This acc is sfw! But I am keeping it 18+ for my own comfort (plus i do touch on some mature subjects sometimes)

I am pro-kink (no I don't defend abusers, fuck off), don't care for contradicting LGBT labels and am overall a sarcastic person when it comes to venting about people who hurt me, if that bothers you, don't follow me

Don't send vent or hate asks, we will ignore you.

I try my best to use trigger warnings constantly, please tell me if i don't

If i follow anyone who did anything illegal, please DM me about it

I won't judge you based on the fandom you are as long as you consume content in a critical way (aka recognise the problematic aspects of the media you consume)

We are very mentally ill (DID, C-PTSD, anxiety, autism, etc etc...)

I block freely, especially content i find repetitive/boring/not interesting for me personally so, if i have you blocked, don't take it personally

My stance on endos: Neutral, as long as you're polite and nice, idc, dont bring syscourse in my inbox and we good

We interact with both anti-endo and pro-endo, we will only DNI If you have "endo neutral" on your DNI

You are free to reblog the silly stuff If you're a minor but i prefer If you don't directly interact with me, i prefer to form friendships with people my age!

I hate racists, homophobes, ableists and all that jazz i hate y'all and will block y'all

If you came from szoller/ih8szllr/murysy blacklist/posts feel free to ask questions about It on DMs, this person abused me for a long time and i'm tired of referring to them publicly

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