#( i hope this is okay nonnie!! )

[bananielle]

having to be very quiet while with leehan in your room because you don’t wanna get caught… he was acting all cute and innocent like a puppy when he greeted your parents before going up to your room.. but the second the door to your room is closed shut & locked, it’s like he has put down that cute and bubbly mask down in a split second…

omg nonnie...this is so yummy <3

leehan is on his very best behaviour in front of your parents. he's so sweet and lovely and polite, always saying the right things. being a cute, giggly mess, promising them that he's always taking such good care of you. little did you know that he was referring to a completely different kind of care that you and your parents were thinking of.

as soon as the door closes behind him his pretty hands are all over you. he cups your face and kisses you deeply, wasting no time in letting his tongue tangle with yours. his hands roam all over your body, pulling you closer to him until it practically hurts. he's grabbing your ass and tits, sucking on your bottom lip, biting the sweet spot on your neck...anything to elicit filthy moans from you. he wants to see you fail to be quiet as he touches you.

the moment you both break apart for air, leehan would be speaking to you softly but lowly, with that pretty deep voice of his (i hate him). "need you to be quiet for me, pretty. don't want your parents to find out how good i'm taking care of you, do we?" leehan is always sweet and loving, but in these situations he finds so much pleasure in being a tease and seeing you struggle. he'd spend the rest of the night between your legs with a sickly sweet smirk on his face as threatens to deny your orgasm if you moan too loudly.

once he's done eating you out like his life depended on it, he's fucking you into oblivion. his body is pressed right against yours, one hand over your mouth as he coos and giggles at your inability to keep quiet. "shh, pretty. don't you want to cum?"

[aceofwhump]

Harry Chase whump in World on Fire 2x03

[narcissisticpdcultureis]

(sorry this gets vent-ish. And long. Very long. it's just a bunch of realizations all at once and I genuinely don't know where to put them)

(questioning) NPD culture is hearing about NPD from (mostly-but-ultimately) unreliable sources and never worrying about it because "you're better than that!!" and then the worst years of your life happen, and everything just.

You vent to your friends and start feeling more and more upset when they don't reply to your vents despite you also not always replying to them. "Why do they reply to each other and not me!? My problems matter!!". Your friends start having inner circles and you want to be let into them somehow because you NEED to be a part of this.

You want to have every bad experience happen to you to be a part of any given community. You feel like you deserve to suffer and you want the support (supply) from people who have had it similar to you

You want people to praise you but when they do you feel misplaced, like it shouldn't be for you, but it's also deserved because you worked so very hard except No You Did Not so you sit there and smile and say "thank you :)" while feeling empty inside

You want somebody in your life who's Only and Solely yours, with not a lot of friends to speak of and who considers you their "one and only person who understands me" and "the only person I can disclose my problems to" and who only wants to pamper and love you unconditionally. And a person who only ever proves you right and supports you when you mess up. But also believe that is severely unrealistic because nobody is like that and you'll live alone forever with so much rage inside

You want to do everything there is to do in the world because you want to see those who doubted you Fall To Their Knees and realize they were wrong about you, despite the fact not many people care about or hate you. You want to be the best at everything so that people consider you smarter than them and envy you for your smartness and not whatever sense of empathy you decided to show others. Anyone can be kind dumbass (false, but shush), but can everyone be as smart as I am? No :)

(questioning NPD) culture is also realizing all of this and immediately feeling rewarded in being part of something small and with a group of haters waiting to be disappointed once you Thrive. But also feeling like people won't love you anymore BC of it

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[greensaplinggrace]

🔥 about Baghra and darkling's relationship

alright! this one's going to be kind of heavy though. I know I've talked about my feelings on the darkling and baghra's relationship being canonically emotionally abusive and most likely also physically abusive, but I've never really talked about my feelings on the fact that their relationship is a textbook version of emotional incest, and that baghra abused him in this way too.

now: "emotional incest often takes place when a parent lacks or has lost their own emotional support system, including their partner or spouse. they might feel isolated or not know how to find constructive outlets for difficult emotions in these cases." (x)

the relationship on it's own displays signs of this: in baghra's jealousy and possessiveness when it comes to aleksander's connections with others (often romantic), the ways she teaches him to survive often overlapping with a desire to isolate him from others so she is his only support system, her expectation of his responsibility as an adult in an adult relationship even when he's a child (and then later the expectation of his acting in a relationship with her when they're both adults), and her active blurring of his boundaries, as well as numerous other things.

when you know baghra's history, it becomes even more obvious, however. because the reason she had him in the first place was to fill the void of a life partner and a spouse - this is extremely evident in her abandoning of all previous children until she not only had one that could live as long as her, but also one that could understand her emotions and needs as a shadow summoner, and one that she would have an easier time of grooming into her likeness and her partner.

it also becomes obvious from a character standpoint when you consider that her efforts to have this child who could serve as her partner were driven by many of the classic emotions that lead to emotional incest, such as her loneliness, her grief and loss (or desire not to grieve and always lose others), the lack of intimacy and emotional availability in her life, as well as attachment trauma and a fear of abandonment, and the fact that she's self obsessed.

so anyways, that's my unpopular opinion on baghra. I think it's kind of commonly accepted in fandom that she 'wasn't the greatest mom', but that kind of sidesteps the fact that she was not only actively abusive, but acted incestuously towards her son.

send me a 🔥 for an unpopular opinion (x)

[hpdcultureis]

(tw suicide)

HPD culture is planning to attempt just so everyone could see how unwell you are and care for you and give you attention

(istg if this doesn't work I'm gonna km- oh wait I'm already gonna do that. Hm.)

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[teddybeartoji]

ur handle made me think of this but do u think toji likes being called ur lil tojibear

TOJIBEAR!!!!!!!! OOOOHHH MY FUCKINGG GOD STOP THIS MADNESS I AM SLEEPY AND SAPPY I CANNOT DO THIS HE WOULD 10000% ROLL HIS EYES AND SCOFF AND HUFF AND PUFF HIS CHEST HE'D TEASE YOU AND TELL YOU TO STOP BUT INSIDE. HE LOVES IT. HE LOVES IT WHEN YOU CALL HIM ALL THESE SILLY CUTE NAMES BC NOBODY ELSE EVER DOES IT IT'S WEIRD AT FIRST BUT THEN HIS HEART BEATS A LITTLE FASTER AND HIS CHEEKS GROW A LITTLE WARMER BC IT'S LOVE YOU DO IT OUT OF LOVE HE'S YOUR LITTLE TOJIBEAR YOU BESTOW THESE NICKNAMES UPON HIM AND HE WEARS THEM WITH PRIDE BECAUSE IT'S YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!

[4law]

Hii!! I accidentally watched a really violent and disturbing film the other day and I've been upset about it for a while, so I was wondering if you could do a short Law x y/n fic where Law comforts y/n after they watch an unpleasant movie? Its absolutely fine if you can't, thank you!!! ❤💖💕

“what’s wrong?”

there’s silence. you hadn’t expected your captain to check on you so late during the night. did he notice? maybe you’ve been a little quieter, sure, but it couldn’t have been that noticeable. “did the movie scare you?”

you tense, hands gripping your knees tightly under the sheets covering your frame. “maybe..”

there’s a nerve wracking moment of silence before you feel a dip in the mattress, just enough to make you jolt upright. “c-captain?”

“yeah, it’s me.” his voice comes out just above a whisper, his subtle attempt at making sure he doesn’t scare you. “so take off that ridiculous blanket.”

your hands come to drag the blanket over your head, eyes barely peeking out to gaze at your captain. “so why’re you in my room?” you mumble. it was unusual— law always lectures you about your sleep schedule, but today, he’s the one sitting at the edge of your bed during the latest hours of the night.

it’s definitely not the fact that he thinks you look adorable hiding under a stupid piece of cloth like that— and actually, how would that protect you anyways? he’s much stronger, you should have come to him first. regardless, he just doesn’t like his crew shivering in fear at 4 AM, and that was the best excuse he thought up of on his way to your room.

you’re suddenly pulled into his chest, face first with the inked heart on his front as he sinks his back against your wall. “don’t mess up your sleep schedule more than you already have,” he grumbles, voice lowering for the next few words, “i’ll be here.”

you can’t tell if it’s because of the fact that a heart is all you can see with the way you’re flush against law, or if it’s because of the calming beat of his real heart, but it’s your favorite reminder. your favorite reminder that your captain cares deeply about you, even if he doesn’t say those words as often as you do.

[teecupangel]

What if after the Solar Flare Desmond becomes a literal shadow, as in he can only move around at night or by following someone else's shadow and since he's kinda dead he helps out the assassin's by pointing where to go or give information by spelling out words or cause a distraction, and one day while doing a mission he sees another shadow move and thinks nothing of it until he sees it closeup and turns out that shadow is Clay

Could be AltDes or other ships and could be the past or the present

I had this vague plot of the whole ‘monster under the bed’ trope where Desmond checks under his bed when he was a child and sees a pair of golden eyes peering back at him. Instead of being afraid, he finds comfort in not being alone in his room. It always stays under his bed until he decided to leave the Farm and then it beckons him to come closer, until his shadow is connected to the shadow under the bed. And that’s how the monster transfers into his shadow so they could continue to be together.

Of course, the shadow monster is meant to be Altaïr XD

Why don’t we mix this with your idea?

Let’s set it up as modern-day. To be more exact, a further-into-the-future kind of setup, maybe even a dubious timeline like Watch_Dog Legion. Desmond wakes up and he’s nothing but a shadow, confined into the shadow of a bed in…

Oh.

It was his childhood home on the Farm.

It was definitely dirty and there were a lot of splinters, the drawers turned over and the door lying on the ground in front of the doorframe.

Desmond knew that this was the state that the Farm had been left in when Abstergo attacked it and Desmond had no idea how much time has passed since he ‘woke up’.

And there were nowhere else to go.

There were too many holes where light comes in, creating shadows, yes, but also ensuring that no shadow would pass by the doorway.

So Desmond waited.

Sometimes, the shadow of the upturned drawer would touch the edges of the bed’s shadow and he would be able to slip into that shadow.

For a change of pace.

But mainly, he stayed in the shadows underneath the bed.

There was something comforting about it.

He tried to count the days.

The months…

The years…

He lost count at 10 years.

Or was it 12?

15?

He didn’t know anymore.

Then…

He heard rumbling coming closer and closer.

Engine.

Vehicles?

People!

Before long, he heard engines stop nearby and the sounds of doors opening and closing.

He could feel the shadow he was occupying vibrating slightly as if to show his excitement.

He waited and the voices got louder as they got nearer.

“The mentor wants us to clean this place.”

Mentor?

Dad???

“What is this place?”

“Used to be some kind of abandoned secret settlement, I think? Templars hit it hard decades ago.”

Decades?

More than 10 years?

How many years has he been here?!

“The mentor thinks we can build another settlement here.”

“Wouldn’t the Templars try to attack this place again?”

“You think they would take the time to do something useless? It'll be fine. The mentor wants this place fortified.”

“Like an outpost?”

“No… this is it.”

“Really?”

“Yup. Our final home.”

Desmond watched as people he didn’t know begin to clean up and build from the ashes of the Farm. He flittered from shadow to shadow to look around, always hidden. Sometimes, he would slip into one of the shadows of the people (no, the Assassins) but staying with them made Desmond feel nauseous… like he was in a boat that was rocking too much.

So he only slipped into the Assassins’ shadows as easy transportation, slipping out as soon as he could.

It took a while but it was certainly faster than Desmond anticipated. They used machines and devices Desmond have never seen before. They made the construction all the more easier.

And then they held tablet-like devices that was slimmer than anything Desmond had ever seen, used them to communicate and show schematics.

They built a wall that hid not only the Farm but its surrounding forest. Built them so high only a giant would be able to step over it. And from the ashes of the Farm, they built foundations upon foundations until the buildings themselves were higher than the walls themselves.

They built walls to cover everything, creating a dome, then pulled them back down, most probably those walls would only be activated for the most dangerous of times.

It reminded Desmond more of a castle made of steel and machinery.

And, on the day after they finished constructing the tower at the very top, the one they call Eagles’ Tower, a small plane landed on the landing pad this walled fort had. Desmond watched from the shadows as an old man stepped out of the plane and the leader of the construction team greeted him by placing his left hand over his chest as he said, “Mentor.”

Had Desmond had eyes, they would have widen because, no matter how old he had become…

He still recognized that face.

Shaun…

It was Shaun.

He’s so… old.

.

All he could do was watch as Shaun proclaimed the fort as Eagles’ Nest and then ordered that anyone who calls it ‘Alamut 2.0’ be cuffed on the back of the head. The Assassins laughed and Desmond was left wondering what the state of the Brotherhood was that they would be blatant enough to do this, to create such a tall tower that would be very hard to miss.

And that’s when Shaun started his speech.

“As you all know… another catastrophe will hit Earth in approximately 5 years, 3 months, and 23 days. Many of our brothers and sisters have already joined the Ark Ships that have left our planets and our latest exploratory ship Altaïr V will be launching 3 years from now to plot a course and set up communications with the Assassins who joined civilian Ark Ships. Battleship Aquila II will launch the following year using the information and route from Altaïr V. And… 4 years and 3 months from now, we will launch our final Ark Ship, the Auditore, with the rest of our brothers and sisters.”

“Eagles’ Nest will be our final and last stronghold here on Earth. We cannot guarantee that it will withstand the catastrophe but… all of our remaining resources will be put into fortifying this stronghold to the very end.” Shaun continued and his voice cracked, “All of you volunteered to stay here on Earth. Stubborn muppets, all of you.”

The Assassins chuckled at that.

“The Templars already plan to leave with Abstergo’s latest Ark Ships. Our eternal war with them will continue on in space, I’m sure.” Shaun sighed before stating, “But that’s not important, not to us.”

“We focus on our future. In space… and here on Earth.”

Desmond slipped into Shaun’s shadow after his grand speech and ignored the nausea he felt. When it became clear that Shaun was just standing next to the large windows of one of the bigger offices in the upper levels, he slipped into the shadows of a nearby plant, hearing Shaun mumble to himself, “You’d probably hate this, Desmond. Making Alamut in your childhood home.”

“It was the best we could do.” Shaun sighed before raising his head to stare at the sky, “Just because the future is up there doesn’t mean we could just leave behind those who wished to remain here. This is their home.”

“This…” Shaun closed his eyes as he sighed, “This is where my wife is. Where you are. Where everyone I cared for are. And this is where I will stay too.”

“Because I’m a stubborn muppet too.”

.

He tried to catch Shaun’s attention. Tried to shake the shadow he was occupying, tried to even stay in Shaun’s shadow for as long as he could, trying to control Shaun’s shadow to wave, until he got too sick. The best he could do was twitch the pinky of Shaun’s shadow. And that was only if the pinky of his shadow was visible in the first place.

Years passed and Eagles’ Nest grew more and more fortified. Shields were created, made of steel, made of electricity… particle something that went above Desmond’s head. All he knew was that something in the top of the tower was needed to activate it.

Desmond watched from the shadows as the Assassins cheered as Altaïr V launched from another part of the world, its launch and ascent showing in all the monitors. Desmond listened as the crew of Altaïr V talked to Eagles’ Nest until they could no longer keep communications up.

He still remembered their last transmission.

“Eagles’ Nest, this is Altaïr V. We are nearing warp jump zone.”

“Copy that, Altaïr V. All systems are showing green. You are free to warp.”

“Roger that, Eagles’ Nest. This will be our last transmission. Eagles’ Nest… safety and peace.”

“Upon you as well, Altaïr V.”

He watched as Aquila II, a ship larger than Altaïr V, launched as well. Heard the same transmission from them.

Then it was the Ark Ship Auditore’s turn. Larger than even Aquila II, might even be three times larger than Monteriggioni itself.

That day…

He saw tears fall from Shaun’s eyes as the last transmission from the mentor on board of Auditore said his final goodbye.

“Goodbye, grandpa. Thank you… for everything.”

“You take care of everyone, okay?” Shaun said with a smile on his face even as tears fell from his eyes, “Keep everyone safe and remember our Creed. I know you’ll all be alright… Desmond.”

.

A few months after the Ark Ship Auditore left Earth, Desmond watched as two Assassins came into Shaun’s office, telling them that one of them was pregnant. Desmond could only watch as the woman cried, torn between wishing to keep the child and have a little bit of happiness, a little of hope, but also knowing she would be giving birth to an innocent and giving it a life that may be too harsh and unforgiving. Shaun did what he could in his position as the mentor, and told her what she needed to hear.

The truth.

What she would be risking...

The uncertainty of their lives...

And...

Their future was unknown from the very beginning. But there was always hope. As long as they were together, as long as the Brotherhood remained strong...

They could build a better future from the ashes of the catastrophe.

.

The catastrophe.

Another fucking solar flare but much, much stronger this time.

As if to punish humanity for being able to survive all the previous catastrophes.

Desmond understood why humans had left Earth and didn’t even bother to try to stay in the solar system.

The sun’s flares hit the entire solar system, scorching every planet. Desmond watched as the Assassins in Eagles’ Nest activated the shields.

They overheated the remnants of the Grand Temple.

Remotely activated all known Isu temples.

Until Desmond heard them announce every temple, including the Grand Temple, had exploded.

All to create a shield that would take the brunt of the solar flare and give Earth a fighting chance to survive.

The flares still hit Earth.

The electric shield was deactivated because of the flare.

The particle shield absorbed the flares until it disintegrated together with what it had absorbed.

And the steel shield…

Rattles.

Warms.

Then it was all over.

The steel shield withstood in the end.

The electric shield came back on, protecting them from the outside world as they were unsure of how the flares would have affected the oxygen.

And the Assassins remained vigilant.

Until one of them finally announced, “All sectors… are green.”

And they cheered.

They might not know what the world was like outside of Eagles’ Nest.

But here…

They were safe.

They were alive.

Humanity, once more, survived.

.

The world outside was forever changed.

Desmond didn’t know how but the air was deadly to humans and ever other living orgasm that needed oxygen to survive. The forest and manmade lake that was part of Eagles’ Nest may have the only remaining animals on Earth, Desmond wasn’t sure.

But the Assassins in Eagles’ Nest survived. They fortified the shields again and again, made sure to repair the steel shields, added backup generators for the backup generators of the electric shield, upgraded the particle shield…

They begin to check the outside world once they were sure Eagles’ Nest was going to be as safe as it could be.

The first baby to be born in Eagles’ Nest was born a few months after the Solar Flare.

They had asked Shaun to name the child.

And Shaun named him Altaïr because he was a sentimental fool he thought it would be appropriate that this little bundle of hope would be named after the Assassin who led the Brotherhood to evolve.

To name him after a flying eagle, soaring into the sky...

Free.

.

Desmond stayed with Shaun even if he could not see him.

Found peace in the short moments when Shaun would talk to himself, talk to the memories of Rebecca, of him… of the people he lost and the people he said goodbye to.

Fourteen years after the Solar Flare…

Desmond watched the funeral, hidden in the shadows.

Alone.

Until he stood in front of Desmond.

Altaïr…

The little hope.

Not so little now, Desmond supposed. He was already a teenager and no longer the only fledgling of Eagles’ Nest.

“It’s okay.”

Desmond froze when he saw Altaïr touch his own shadow.

No.

He was touching Desmond.

“You’re not alone,” Altaïr whispered and Desmond didn’t even realize that he had slipped into Altaïr’s shadow.

He… didn’t feel any nausea at all.

“I’ll stay by your side.” Altaïr whispered, “For as long as you’d like.”

Unorganized Notes:

Altaïr grew up seeing the shadow that hides in the shadows of his home. He had always been fascinated by it and he learned to understand it by watching from afar. It vibrates when it gets excited. The shadows looked like they were slumping when it was sad. And it would wobble when it was getting annoyed.

Desmond didn’t realize that Altaïr could see him because he had spent so many years being ignored. He realized that he has better control of Altaïr’s shadow than any other shadows he had slipped into.

Desmond and Altaïr have specific gestures for ‘yes’ and ‘no’ as well as common phrases which include ‘that’s stupid’, ‘don’t do it’, ‘I’m serious, Altaïr, don’t fucking do it’, ‘told you so’, and ‘do it’ and ‘I dare you to do it’. There’s also the ‘I know I should be stopping you but I won’t because I’m also an idiot who thinks you should do it.’ gesture that Desmond would do more often than he wished to admit.

This is more of a ‘friends to lovers’ trope and Desmond’s gesture for ‘I love you’ is only a slight hand gesture different from ‘you’re stupid’. Altaïr likes to reply, “I’m stupid for you too.” whenever Desmond actually gestures “You’re stupid” to tease him.

Altaïr V actually returns to Earth two decades and a half (or maybe three decades?) later with a new crew. It has always been planned for Altaïr V to return and try to see what has happened to Earth (if Eagles’ Nest were successful in saving Earth in anyway) and to set up a preliminary supply route between Earth and the planet Ark Ship Auditore had colonized.

The ship’s captain is Ezio, a Master Assassin…

… who has a very familiar shadow…

That Desmond recognized.

[rillils]

OK BUT STUCKY LIVING TOGETHER WITH THE AVENGERS AND BUCKY LOVES TO WEAR FLOWER CROWNS AND OTHER NICE AND PRETTY STUFF AND AVENGERS THINKING HOW CUTE BUCKY IS AND BEING "DISGUSTED" (not actually tho) ABOUT HOW DISGUSTINGLY IN LOVE STEVE AND BUCKY ARE AND BUCKY DENYING THAT HES CUTE AND HIM DOING A CUTE POUTY FACE AND THE OTHER AVENGERS THINKING THATS CUTE AS WELL ALL THE WHILE STEVE IS STANDING THERE JUST WATCHING HIM WITH THE ABSOLUTELY BIGGEST FRICKITJN HEART EYES EVER AND AND YEAH

NONNIE, OH NONNIE MY LOVE, GOD BLESS YOU SO SO MUCH, DARLING 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕 I don't know if you're the same lovely nonnie from the Thor + jealous Steve ask (if you are, then I thank you not 1000, but 2000 times!! 😘😘😘), but either way I LOVE YOU and thank you for bringing such preciousness to my inbox 💕💕💕 I simply adore this trope, and indeed I think this is one of the million opportunities the mcu wasted - so here, I wrote a silly little thing for you that I hope you will enjoy :3

1.5k words under the cut!

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The popcorn kernels hit the bottom of the pan with a happy little tinkle, all tin-tiling-a-ling, spilling like summer hail out of the box. Steve barely hears the sound over the sudden burst of laughter coming from the living room, which – and here comes the pleasant surprise – is the baseline soundtrack of all their game nights lately, and he finds himself grinning along with it as he turns the stove on. Who knows, maybe Lucky went hurtling straight into Tony’s house of UNO cards again.

“Aw Barnes, you’re so cute, man,” Clint – of course it’s Clint – slurs through a mouthful of– possibly a pizza pocket. Could be a coupla pigs in a blanket getting shmooshed in there, though.

Bucky’s reply comes through gritted teeth and positively dripping with indignation. “I am not. Cute.”

Oh yes, ooh yes you are, Steve’s brain supplies instantly, and he steals a quick glance (do 37 seconds still qualify as quick?)– a quick glance towards the couch, where Bucky’s currently demonstrating his Eternal Glower of Profound Betrayal. Dark brows pulled tight together, pursed lips just entering the Hardcore Sulking stage, icing sugar caught in his stubble, and the sight alone makes Steve’s heart feel tender and juicy like chicken thighs after six hours in a slow cooker. Could pull him apart with a spoon, he’s so sweet on the guy.

And God but is Bucky cute; cute doesn’t even begin to cover it. In his new fluffy sweater with the kitty prints, the neon-green pj bottoms, and his arms and legs crossed stubbornly in a full-body pout, he’s just about the cutest thing Steve’s lucky, lucky eyes have ever seen.

He’s wearing his second-favorite flower crown, too – a half a wreath of the most delicate fake cherry blossoms that make the steel blue of his irises pop like goddamn fireworks on the fourth of July. The first time little Cassie caught sight of Bucky in that, she dubbed him an Actual Princess, very earnestly adding that he looked, and dare she say it, prettier than Rapunzel, thus producing the loveliest shade of bubblegum pink all over Bucky’s cheeks – a color which Steve has been trying to recreate, with much patience and dedication, with the loving touch of his fingers and the filthiest words he can fit in his mouth, if only to see how far down Bucky’s body he can get it to reach.

In other words, yes – he’s very much on Clint’s side on this one.

“The man’s right, Barton, he’s not cute,” Sam chimes in, his toothgapped grin all but glinting with mischief. “I believe the word you’re looking for is adorable.”

Amen to that, brother, Steve thinks to himself, just barely remembering to cover the pan before the popcorn starts popcornin’ right into his face.

“Fuck off, Wilson,” Bucky replies, helpfully illustrating the anatomy of a middle finger for Sam’s special benefit.

“Excuse me,” Tony pipes up, one UNO Reverse card tucked behind his ear and two more balanced precariously on top of his multi-story card tower, “I would urge all of you people to consider a true evergreen. The all-powerful, the all-encompassing, the one and only: precious.”

A chorus of cooing noises erupts across the room, rippling from body to body all around the coffee table, until Scott’s arm is shooting up, phone a-wiggling in the air.

“Wait wait wait, I’ve got one– JARVIS, if you please?”

There is a beat of silence. Then the AI’s voice echoes through the entire floor, somewhat mortified.

“As per Mr. Lang’s request, I submit for your perusal an animated Graphic Interchange Format, depicting a small child with cartoonish features, who appears to be holding an overlarge stuffed toy in the shape of a unicorn. The script beneath it reads, It’s so fluffy I’m gonna die.”

The GIF in question starts playing on loop on every screen available in the room – including the one that occupies the entire length of a wall – and the little crowd immediately explodes in a symphony of cackles and excited “Yes!”s and “Spot on”s and “Look Barnes, it’s you!”.

“I hate all of you,” Bucky grumbles, seemingly resigned to his fate; but Steve doesn’t miss the amused twinkle in his eye, nor the subtle curl in the corner of his pouty mouth.

Bucky’s gaze finds him, bright and beautiful, and they exchange a long look across the living room’s open space – intimate, somehow, even over the ruckus caused by their merrymaking friends.

And it might be the popcorn beginning to knock into the lid under Steve’s hand, but there’s something here, fizzing in the tips of his fingers, tingling at the base of his neck; something bubbly and sweet filling up his chest, that he just can’t keep a lid on tonight.

When he sees Nat perched on the backrest just behind Bucky, tugging on his half-braided hair and pleasantly threatening, You move your head again and I’ll bite your ears off – and Bucky drawls out a soft little Sorrey for her, but he keeps grinning up at Steve, his eyes like the shimmer of sunlight on clear waters.

When he finds Clint trying to stick fridge magnets to Bucky’s vibranium arm even through his fuzzy sleeve, then dragging Sam into it too like Hey man, check this out, and from there it’s all about how many times they can spell ‘DICK’ on him before Bucky notices and shoves them both off the couch.

Even when Thor interrupts his Mario Kart showdown with Bruce to offer, “Personally, I find it quite a dashing look – although in my experience, fresh flowers improve it tenfold. STEVEN! You must provide your beloved with fresh flowers for his hair every day! It’s tradition!”

And amongst all the snacks laid out before him, the teasing smile on Bucky’s lips is still the only thing Steve wants to taste tonight.

“You hear that, Steven?” Says his beloved.

Steve adores him. Steve would worship the ground his green-socked feet walk on. “Loud and clear, baby.”

Ohh, it’s worth saying it just for the lovely blush it puts on the apples of Bucky’s cheeks, rosey pink and delicious; and maybe, yeah, maybe even for the outburst of catcalls and Get-a-room’s it gets him, the second the word is out of his mouth.

“Aww, he said baby~”

“That’s so cute, you guys–”

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

“No, shut up– if you two lovebirds start making out in front of me again, I will throw up in the guacamole bowl and it won’t be pretty.”

“Nah, don’t you listen to this old sourball here, this is a PDA-friendly zone! If you guys feel like a bit of canoodling, some squeezin’ and a-lovin’–”

“Yo Rogers, that popcorn about ready or you still growin’ it?”

And. And Steve loves it. This– this, right here. It’s pure unadulterated chaos sometimes – all right, most of the time – but he can hardly picture his life without a healthy dose of this anymore.

Four years ago, he was a shell of a man; raw pulp under a too-thin rind, the chill of ice still creeping in his veins, with barely the will to see another day.

 Two years ago, he found something he’d thought he’d lost forever to the sharp embrace of a frost-coated ravine. Hope. And what a powerful fuel that proved to be.

Ten months ago, when Bucky first sought his kisses again, and slipped into his arms as easy as if he’d never ever left them at all, Steve rediscovered the meaning of bliss. He had everything he needed. Everything he’d dreamed of, night after day after night. What more could he have wished for?

Today, an unexpected answer presents itself to him.

“Hey, pass the chips, will you?”

“You think we’ve got any caramel sauce?”

“If you unleash one more of those green shells upon me, then so help me Odin–”

This. He wants this, with no name to put to it, except for the way it makes him feel inside. This thing that fills a room, warm and lovely, like hot chocolate poured in a cup, and feels so much like an embrace. Like coming in from the cold.

He never would have dared to wish for it. Hell, he didn’t even think he could afford to ask for it, but now that it’s here, he finds he’s hungry for it; and it doesn’t feel like greed at all. It just feels– good.

He’s only vaguely aware of Sam walking up to him, handing him an empty bowl to pour the fresh popcorn in. His brown eyes are gentle, knowing – but then, Sam always seems to know something Steve doesn’t.

“Happy’s a good look on you, man,” Sam says, and this smile, ah, this Steve couldn’t hold back if he tried with all his might.

He looks over to the couch, where Bucky’s holding his belly as he laughs, head thrown back and flower crown drooping perilously over his eyes. Steve is smiling so hard, it hurts.

“Thanks, man.”

[awearywritersworld]

That last ask just reminded me.... how would reader react when she finds out Sukuna gave up some of himself for her necklace in masq! ? To see that pure selfless devotion to her i'd 🫠😫🩷

-☁️

woah ho!!! cloud nonnie! are our minds linked or somethin??? bc i'm planning on including this in the upcoming chapter :p

[rintoorou]

hihiii i was wondering how youre doing ?? cause you havent updated aloha hawaii in a while and i am DYING to see what happens next

hope u feel better soon!!

lots of love, anon

hi sweetieee sorry i’m just swamped by college and varsity work 😵‍💫 dw i started the chapter already it’s just not flowing in the way i wanted T—T

[narcissisticpdcultureis]

npd questioning but I'm emotionally numbed and I want my best friends attention and it hurts so back please give me attention please why are you upset and it's not because you miss me and I know when the numbness wears off I'll feel awful about this

.

[stunie]

I started selfshipping with Hoshina from Kaiju no.8 recently. It's my first selfship, I feel so insecure 🫣 how do you do it? like where did you start?

HOSHINA !!! how cute is that ?! selfships are really fun because you can do whatever you want with them. i think i started mine with selfship art! i saw an artist i really liked on here and wanted to see me and ume in their art style so bad > < so i think your start point depends on what u like!!

for some ideas umm, you can always come up with some lore !! how did you two meet, the trope ? enemies to lovers ? friends to lovers ? there’s a lot of prompts on tumblr. i just go to safari and google selfship questions and it’ll show the popular ones!!

you can also do selfship ask games!! there’s a lot you can reblog and people can send you asks…. i’ll always send them when i see them + you can always talk to me about them too!! i love to hear about selfships. um i had a little event earlier where i raided everyone’s inbox to ask about their selfship (i really need to catch up on the rest of those actually!! i haven’t checked that in a bit but ill try and do them tn!!! ).

THATS OFF TOPIC. moodboards !! you can make those!!! (: it’s fun cuz it shows like…. the vibes of u two … it’s fun to look for all the pics too !! i think most people look on pinterest for those > < OH !!! you know what i think would be fun ??? i haven’t seen ppl do it yet but matching minecraft skins ? if u make those ?!

that would be so cute aaa!! people also do like .. the instagram thing? you could edit some pics and make it look like hoshina’s insta.. what it would look like after meeting u etc !!!

[teddybeartoji]

hi your writing is so cool and your aesthetic is so pretty i am nervous ksnsmzls you're one of my favorite writers!!

if its not a bother, may i ask how you got the confidence to write? any hints or something? thank you so much for the hard work you put into the blog, remember to stay hydrated and rest

have a nice day or night

AAAAAHHHH🥺🥺🥺 THANK YOU SOSO MUCH FOR THE LOVE MY ANGEL!!!!!!!!!!!! YOUR KIND WORDS ARE SOSO IMPORTANT TO ME SO TRULY THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU<333333

MMMMMMMM it's not so much about confidence for me as it is about Need honestly. i've always been a creative person i just never had the right outlet for it but now that i've discovered writing it just changed my world lmao i know that sounds very dramatic but it really is very important to me to express myself through art and writing is just the perfect way for me to do it. i want to write.

plus i have so many ideas in my head and tbh sometimes it's just about getting them out of there lmao but mm ofc there are times where i feel like my ideas are shit or that the writings are shit but then i think abt how mean that is. i liked writing it didn't i? so why am i putting myself down for it????? i try to be very patient with myself (it's a new thing i'm still getting the hang of it) and i try to just do whatever feels right.

and i know how discouraging tumblr might be sometimes,, like when the things you put hours into, blood sweat and tears and whatsoever, don't get the attention is very upsetting but i just... genuinely try to ignore it. i'm not saying it's easy it really fucking isn't but i just want to be selfish. and i want to write. so i will write more no matter whether it gets the love it deserves or not. i don't wanna stop and i don't wanna quit. think of it as spite if you will lmao like oh you didn't like that? well guess what. here's more>:333333 qhdhshdhsjjsjsj this is how my brain works okay i'm not saying that will work for everybody...

but yeah in the end just do it for yourself. you want to write, so write for yourself. the others are secondary – you have to love it first and then the others get to do the same.

[baeshijima]

Are my eyes betraying me or does Childe, in the narwhal-in-the-opera-house cutscene, give Neuvillette a 👎before he falls into the portal thingy

ur eyes are not betraying u nonnie and childe really is a silly man who needs to get the last word (or action, ig?) in 😭

[enchantedchocolatebars]

OK, here's a story short idea (mayyybbbeee???)

So basically, another human girl travels from the future and ends up in the 1600s Boiling Isle. She meets Philip, and for the life of him, he cannot shake her off him.

Eventually, he gives up and say "Yep, I'ma adopt U"

You want an 'Old timey dad adopts futuristic daughter' fic?

Okay!🙂 Super cute concept / idea btw!☺️ Thank you again, anon! Hope you enjoy!💕

G/N = Girl Name

Also, in my head G/N is wearing / dressed like this.

⌛For From The Future🧳

After a sudden flash of light, a cardboard box that's coated in cute space stickers appears outside of a forest.

When the box flaps flip open, out pops the head of a young girl. She looked to be about thirteen.

The girl had on a brightly-colored bike helmet with white and yellow stars decorated on the front and back.

Judging from the joy that was radiating on her face, she was beyond excited to be in a new location.

Where exactly was she situated?

The 13-year-old couldn't tell.

She had a hunch she might be in the 40th century, but the flock of flying eyeballs with bat wings that she saw soaring in the fair sky said otherwise.

This girl was named G/N.

She was a futuristic time traveler from the year 3012.

Getting out of her box, G/N is revealed to have a robotic right arm. She also wore a really cute outer space outfit.

Reaching her human hand into the box, she pulls out a small, digital camcorder, along with a tripod.

Once those were properly set up, she stood in view and began recording herself.

After a wave at the camera, she starts her enthusiastic speech.

"Hi, guys! G/N, here! Today, I'm outside of a strange forest! I think it might be enchanted or something. Still not sure where I am, but I saw some flying eyesballs! No joke, they had wings! They flew right by my head!"

G/N was also a vlogger who loved sharing her travels through time with her viewers.

She always had a blast doing so!

Just last week she was in 1762 recording THE Mozart playing live at one of his classical concerts for them.

As she continued to speak, in the background, a bearded man in a blue coat was approaching the forest.

Picking up on the sound of grassy footsteps, G/N turns, her gaze now on him.

Seeing the scruffy man, she gasped, looking back at her camera.

She became sparkly-eyed as she spoke, directing a finger at the man.

"Oh, my gosh, A LOCAL!"

She had to say hi.

Quickly lifting her camera off her tripod, the young time traveler rushes towards him.

"Hey!"

Turning around, the man, upon seeing the girl, stopped and stood still like a startled wet kitten.

What was that strange device she had in her hand?

And why did she have it aimed at him like that?

Was she going to shoot him?

Was this karma catching up with him?

He clutched his satchel close.

"Hi there!" The girl greets in a cheerful tone, offering him a big smile. "My name is G/N! I'm from the future! What's your name?"

"Uh... Philip..." The man slowly replied, still clutching his bag.

"Nice! Say, Philip, what year is this?"

" ... 1660?" Or was it '70? He lost track sometimes.

"Sweet! I've never been to the 1600's before."

That definitely explained the man's accent and attire.

As G/N begins to take a picture of Philip, he quickly lifts his satchel to his face like a shield.

"Oh, no, no, no, don't worry," she speedily reassures, showing him the photo she took. "I just took a picture. See?"

She thinks doing this might ease the man's fear.

Lowering his satchel some, Philip saw the picture of himself.

A genuine look of interest spread on his face.

A device that captures an image at just the press of a button?

Fascinating.

Truly fascinating.

G/N gave a giggle at his reaction. "Yeah, cameras are pretty cool. But anyways, you probably know this place a heck of a lot better than I do. I was wondering, would you mind show me around some? I would love to capture even more stuff on my camera."

Her question earns her a frown from Philip.

"No," The brunette would bluntly state.

He was stern on his decision to not show her around, but she was persistent.

She kept on bugging him, and Bugging Him, and BUGGING HIM.

"please?"

"Please?"

"PLEASE? 🥺 🙏"

"You'll be internet famous."

Finally, he sighed.

"Fine." He couldn't believe he was giving in to this random girl.

It wasn't for the "internet fame" by the way as he had not a clue what an "internet" even was.

And so began the start of a beautiful father daughter friendship...

Hopefully.