#fourth lockscreens

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             ✩      𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒉 ( 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓) 𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒏     !!⠀   

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☇✈ gemini & fourth ; simple + edit ♡❞

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[lady-ofmischief]

✰ HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY ✰

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[ourdadai]

✿ fourth nattawat ꒰ ator ꒱ lockscreens !

[moodyfish]

May the fourth be with you ✨

[chinzhillas]

wallpaper # you’re blushing?

[ppnaravitluv]

── ★ pond naravit lockscreens ♡ !!

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[furymoon]

  ⏤     𝐧𝐨𝐰𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐       .       .       .     rust's instagram. ( #𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐤. )

[        𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘁   𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻        ]         a   small   ,   calico   kitten   hangs   around   outside   the   police   station.   on   a   rainy   day   ,   he   decides   to   take   the   kitten   in.   they've   become   good   friends.    [        𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁   𝗼𝗳   𝗮𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗰𝘀     ]            unpolished   grit   with   a   rough   edge   but   hidden   depth.   always   on   the   move   yet   deeply   connected   to   his   roots.   faded   jeans   and   old   muscle   cars   ,   classic   americana   ;   with   a   weathered   charm.   the   moon   is   a   constant   companion.   the   smell   of   worn   leather   and   whiskey   on   his   breath.   the   feel   of   late   -   night   campfires.   the   unpolished   hero   ;   rough   exterior   but   surprisingly   gentle   to   the   core.   stoic   ,   rugged.   always   carrying   the   weight   of   something   heaver.   a   quiet   tension   before   the   storm   ,   full   of   unresolved   emotions   simmering   just   below   the   surface.   iron   and   earth   ;   dependable   and   grounded   --   an   almost   primal   connection   to   the   land   and   elements.   deeply   tied   to   nature   ,   the   wild   always   calling.   a   sense   of   untamed   energy   lurking   beneath   the   surface.   tarnished   silver   ;   weather   beaten   ,   not   pristine   but   with   a   subtle   luster   that   never   fades.   a   protective   force   that   lurks   in   the   shadows   of   the   night. 

[charlitosalcaraz]

was tagged by @bwehdal and @ruudlev to post my lockscreen, the last song i listened to, the last pic i saved and the last pic i took 💗

no pressure tags @kodachromatics @matteo-pessina @nadalstappen and anyone else who wants to do it 🫶

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☇✈ fourth ; simples ♡❞

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tagged by @maddenrichard :)

lockscreen / last song played / last pic taken / last pic saved

9 songs on repeat:

1. I Like It- Cardi B, Bad Bunny, J Balvin

2. Flowers- Miley Cyrus

3. Kill Bill- SZA

4. Hot Wings (I Wanna Party)- will.i.am, Jamie Foxx, Anne Hathaway

5. Hermoso Cariño- Vicente Fernandez

6. It’s All In The Game- Tommy Edwards

7. Boy’s a liar Pt. 2- PinkPantheress, Ice Spice

8. La Inconforme- Grupo G

9. INDUSTRY BABY- Lil Nas X, Jack Harlow

Tagging: anyone who wants to do this!!

[ourdadai]

✿ fourth nattawat ꒰ ator ꒱ lockscreens !

[withwritersblock]

More Hearts Than Mine-Her Father Comes to Visit

~More Hearts Than Mine by Ingrid Andress~ Author's Note: I adore this series with all my heart Summary: Her father visits Luke unexpectedly Warnings: None? Word Count: 1,692

It has been far too long since he has gotten his haircut, as he has been traveling tirelessly. He’s been everywhere but Jersey since April. It wasn’t his intention, it was pretty much how his summer plans ended up being.

But here he was standing in the bathroom staring at the nearly shaven sides of his hair. He was constantly battling with what haircut he preferred but he liked the way it looked right now. He was flying to Las Vegas tomorrow for the NHL Awards. He was mainly going to support Quinn, already holding the knowledge that he wasn’t going to win the Calder. Especially since Connor was going to win no matter who else was named a finalist. It was still could to feel recognized. 

He ran his hand across his chin, feeling small stray pieces of hair that he needed to trim off of his face. He sighed as he began to pull out the razor and his shaving cream. The doorbell rang as he furrowed his eyebrows harshly. 

He wasn’t expecting any company, neither was Y/N. She wasn’t even home. She was at work for another hour. He cautiously placed his razor back onto the bathroom counter before he cautiously walked through the pristine apartment. He had spent all morning cleaning before he went and got his hair chopped off.

He walked towards the door, hesitantly gazing through the peep hole to see Y/N’s father standing outside the door. He quickly pulled his head back, his eyes widening. Suddenly, he could hear his heartbeating rapidly as a wave of nausea flowed through his body. Pressing his lips together, he took a deep breath as he carefully pulled the door open.

Luke smiled a tight lip smile as he swallowed hard, “Y/N’s not here, she’s at work for another hour,” Luke choked out as he stepped to the side, opening the door a bit wider.

“Good, I came to see you,” he mumbled as he walked inside, without asking. Luke delicately shut the door behind her father as he nervously fiddled with the handle as he watched him look at every inch of the apartment he could see. “You didn’t add many decorations,” he observed.

Luke dropped his head as he took a small step towards the center of the apartment where he was standing. “I just had some photos that I framed,” Luke let out shyly, “And like clothes and stuff,” he continued, but he wasn’t sure why the words were leaving his lips. Her father nodded slowly as he continued looking around the apartment.

He took a few steps towards the new collection of photos of Luke and Y/N. He walked up to it, getting a good look of every single one.

The first one her father looked at was a mirror selfie. She held the phone, a wide genuine smile on her lips. He had a hold of her face, his hand held her chin and jaw in place as he passionately kissed her cheek.

The second one was a photo of Luke laying on her chest, his eyes looking up towards her, puppy dog like. She was smiling sleepily as she met his gaze. It was a FaceTime screenshot that her sister took while they were FaceTiming several months ago. The live photo of that moment is Luke’s lockscreen. Every time he misses her he looks down towards his phone and holds his thumb down against the screen and watches the short four second moment.

The third photo was a photo of Y/N and Luke standing beside one another holding the overflowing vases of roses. Luke was smiling a genuine wide toothy grin as she was crying tears of joy. She’s spent their whole time together admiring those roses, but seeing them bunch together had her sobbing.

The fourth and final photo was a photo of them together after Luke’s final game as a rookie. They didn’t win the game but Luke still had a wide smile on his lips as he looked down towards her. His hand was low on her waist as she was pulled tightly towards him.

“She smiles a lot around you,” her father let out finally after what felt like many unbearably long seconds. “It’s been years since I’ve seen her smile like that.” He soon spun around to meet Luke’s gaze, unsure of what to say next he points towards the couch. Luke nods as the pair awkwardly sits on the opposite ends of the couch.

“I’m stubborn,” her father continued, he took a deep breath as he crossed his arms over his chest. “You two living together is like I’m losing my daughter. I mean clearly I’ve already lost her long time ago if I can’t remember the last time she’s smiled like that,” He said as he pointed towards the photos on the wall besides the TV. 

Luke chewed his lip for a moment before he sat up straighter as he rested his hands onto his knees. “Y/N’s my first girlfriend. I was always so focused on hockey and trying to beat the best that I never wanted a relationship. But then I met Y/N and I will swear by this until forever that the world literally got brighter when she smiled at me,” he expressed, a soft chuckle leaving his throat. 

Her father laughed as a smile formed to his lips, “I said that in my vows,” his father let out shocked at his own words.

“Actually?” Luke forced out. Her father nodded as he took in a sharp breath. Luke tilted his head back as he clenched his jaw nervously. “I’m terrified that us living together has ruined your relationship with Y/N. I know how important it is to her that you like her boyfriends.”

“You’re the first one that’s made her happy. I knew that the second I saw you two walk into my house. I liked you from that moment. I don’t like that you’re a professional athlete, but I see that for eighty-two games you kept your promise that you told my daughter at the beginning of the season,” her father said as he pointed towards the vases of flowers. 

“She told you about that?” Luke asked. Her father nodded.

“I needed time to mourn that my daughter isn’t a little girl anymore. She’s happy and in love and I can’t stop that. I can’t stop her from growing up. So I got mad, I do that sometimes, I got mad at you guys. But you make her happy so I can’t be mad anymore. Which is why I needed to talk to you first,” her father expressed. He slowly stood up from the couch, holding out his hand. Luke quickly followed in pursuit as he shook her father’s hand. 

The apartment door was pushed open as an excited Y/N walked inside, “Lukey Love, I got done with work early, so I brought you some-” she stopped short as she rested the two pizza boxes on the counter, “Dad?” she asked softly. 

“Hey sweetheart, why doesn’t Luke have more decorations, it’s his apartment too,” her father said as he walked towards her. He stared towards her dad suspiciously as she shifted her gaze towards Luke. Luke simply shrugged as he excitedly jogged past her father and Y/N towards the pizza. 

“He didn’t bring anything, not my fault,” she mumbled with a grin as she excitedly wrapped her arms around her fathers neck as he hugged her. “So-so you’re okay with this?” she asked as she glanced towards Luke who was already half way done with the slice he had grabbed. 

“I want you happy, he makes you happy right?” he asked, eyeing Luke. 

“So happy, Dad,” she mumbled as she glanced towards him, nudging him slightly. 

“Sorry, starving. There’s enough for you too, Mr. Y/L/N,” he expressed as he lifted the cardboard of the pizza box again. Her father chuckled.

“Better grab a slice before this kid eats it all,” he joked as he took one. Y/N blinked away the happy tears forming in her eyes as she watched her father and Luke interact. 

~~~

She sat on the bed, the blanket covering her lower frame as she clicked through the collection of movies on Hulu. She sighed as she watched Luke walk into their bedroom, black sweatpants low on his frame as he ran his fingers through his damp curly hair. She shifted her gaze towards him, her cheeks heating up as she scanned his shirtless frame. 

His lips curled up in a small smirk as he stood beside her at the bed. “You okay?” he asked barely above a whisper as he ran his hand across her jawline. He forced her gaze towards him. She smiled as she met his gaze. 

“I’m happy,” she mumbled. He smiled as he leaned towards her, delicately kissing her lips. He pulled away for a moment before he pecked her lips once more. “I love you,” she whispered. 

He hummed happily as he climbed over her body as he plopped down beside her. “I love you more,” he whispered as he slowly climbed under the comforter. She clicked a random movie before she cuddled into Luke. Resting her head onto his bare chest, she could hear his heartbeat. Slow and content. “When your dad showed up earlier, I thought he was going to beat my ass,”

She chuckled softly as she ran her fingertip along his chest, drawing small circles. “He can’t hurt a fly,” she teased.

“Tell that to my head, still hurts from the panic attack I went through,” he said half joking. She lifted her head up, looking down towards him. She lifted her hand up as she caressed his cheek slowly. “God, you’re beautiful,” he mumbled as he scanned her features. Lifting his hand up, he took a hold of her neck, her hair cascading over his hand. 

“I was just thinking the same thing about you,” she muttered, a teasing grin on her lips. “My pretty boy,” she whispered before she leaned towards him, kissing him softly.

[heartfullofleeches]

Hiii can you please revive my dearest lovely human husband x monster reader?? I had a thought that maybe while Evan was working, monster reader decided “mmm my husband deserves a nice fresh catch for dinner” and dips???? I wanna see angsty insanity LMAO

Coming back home dragging a mountain lion or something, so innocent so sweet I love monster reader

Your alarm goes off.

Roused from slumber, you wipe drool from your chin as you strech; hunger hitting you in the same vein as consciousness. You check the clock for the time. 1pm. Lunch time.

You climb off the couch, getting out those last few nicks from the uncomfortable position. Your husband would scold you for such, but what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him. You scurry into the kitchen, ripping the refrigerator doors open to retrieve your food. Containers for the next few days fill the compartment, separated by color coordination and times written in bold cursive. You grab the one for the current time and place it in the microwave; your stomach twisting pain from the thought of your upcoming meal alone as it starts to heat up. Roasted meat and a floral soup. That man spoiled you.

You take your spot at the table and flip through the notebook placed on it for your note of the hour.1

"Hey, Precious! Today's main course is leftovers, but I hope the soup makes up for it. I added some cauliflower because you need to eat more veggies when you're able. Love you, make sure the doors are locked and you're taking care of yourself. I'll be home by nine today because I wanted to get a little overtime in before our vacation, but I'll make it up to you this weekend."

You close the book, looking down at the band around your fourth finger. Your stomach still howls, but a different feeling takes over as you twist it around. Evan really did spoil you. Even before you became his spouse he made sure you had a proper home and were always fed. You went from eating every other week, to three meals a day plus snacks. It was small at first. You lived in a shoebox apartment and could only go out at night, but now you lived in a nice big home and the world is your oyster. There had to be something you could do in return.

Cleaning up the house and taking care of shopping was one thing, but they paled in comparison to everything he's done in your six years of partnership. Taking the first bite of your food, the idea hits you. You'll make him dinner! Not with the store brought stuff, but with meat you caught with your own two hands. He'll surely love it and it'll be the perfect start to your long week together on vacation.

You finish your meal quickly, making your escape through the backyard to avoid the public eye.

-

"One.. Two.. Three.. Okay."

Evan unlocks the last lock on your front door with a sigh of relief. You had to be careful even in the best of neighborhoods. He pushes the door - but it doesn't open all the way, blocked by a chain.

"That's still in? Normally they unlock it before I get here." He mutters to himself, raising his voice as he shouts. "Sweetie? You up? Can you open the door?"

No answer. You must be dreaming good then. Evan wedges his hand through the door and undoes the chain himself. He doesn't even take off his coat when he enters, gunning straight for your location. Seeing the couch empty raises a few flags. He told you not to sleep there, but it was always a new opportunity for another lockscreen photo.

"Muffin?" Evan ascends the stairs, gently knocking on the walls in hopes to stir you from your slumber before he reaches the bedroom. The cold steel of the knob only increases his worries which sky rocket as he opens the door; the room completely void of life.

"Y/n?.. H-honey?" The pet name comes out in a quiver. He tears the pillows and blankets from the bed as if you were hiding inside. His rain of destruction rings through the entire house as he tears it apart in search for you. He's hyperventilating by the time he reaches the kitchen, fat tears rolling down his face. He sees your dishes left on the table and his fears take over. He tries to catch his breath through his sobs, pulling at his hair and patting his face.

"Calm down. Calm down. Y/n hasn't been taken from you. They haven't left you. They're probably just, fuck-... taking a walk! Y-yeah, they're on a walk. I'll call them, and they'll hurry back as soon as they can."

Evan pulls out his phone and does what he should've when he first noticed your disappearance. There's no answer, but ever so faintly, he can hear a familiar ring. He calls again, stepping towards the backdoor. He's reluctant to open the door as your failure to answer can't mean anything good, but a soft shuffling has him damn near tearing it off its hinges. He rushes outside-

"Baby?"

Eyes reflecting the golden moonlight stare back at him. Body riddled in scrapes and bites, you hold a mountain lion by its neck in your human teeth; your lower mouth still dripping with the saliva that brought the beast to its end. You drop your catch with a look of disappointment.

"I didn't even get it in the oven before you came back...."

"Y/n!" Evan runs over and picks you up with all the strength his workouts have given him; the sting of your flowing blood null against his trained body. He kisses up a storm over your face, making sure to give both mouths at least a dozen kisses before he places you down to look at the severity of your injuries.

"Dove, look at these wounds! You could've gotten yourself killed!"

You lick the scratch closes to your shoulder, closing it with your spit. "Wanted to surprise you with dinner... So I didn't feel like I'm taking you for granted."

Tears of happiness replace those of sorrow. "Oh, sweetheart- you could never take me for granted, because I could never physically express how much you mean to me. You're my everything. I love you so damn much."

You purr as he kisses your wet cheek. "I love you too."

Evan takes your hand, the grass around his feet dyed red. He laughs. "I really appreciate your hunt - but let's just order takeout for tonight."

[falling-star-cygnus]

POOLVERINE NATION PLEASE- y'all i IMPLORE you

listen to Disaster: Conan Gray and think of them -> LET ME COOK, LET ME COOK-

First Half: Wade Second Half: Logan

"Set the scene... I just left the party at Blake's and it's Halloween." -> party at the X-Mansion, Wade adjusts the fourth-wall camera to better focus on him and Logan as they leave the fancy doors [Logan holding the door open, cartoonishly spooky decor in the background]

"Had the keys to my car in my hand, but I didn't leave... " -> Wade's holding his keys, the Wolverine half of the friendship necklace dangling half-off his palm, before cutting to Logan talking with Laura- both walking just slightly ahead of him

"Cause the potential of us was keeping me up all... night long." -> The Deadpool half dangles out of Logan's back pocket, before everything blurs to the two sharing a pull-out couch in a cozily cluttered living room. [Logan's on his side asleep, Wade's laying on his back and staring at the ceiling]

"Sent a text you won't read all... night long" -> A close up of Logan's sleeping back, before Wade looks at his phone and unsends his message

"This could be a disaster. There's so many factors" -> He flops against his pillow in pure Wade fashion, before curling on his side contemplatively- sneaking a peak at his phone screen [his lockscreen is a picture of him and an aggrieved Logan- 3:32 in the morning]

"Like what if you freak out and then we're losing it all.. at the critical chapter-" -> Logan skewers Wade with his claws from behind during a nightmare and panics- attempting to flee out of the apartment.

"Where I say, 'I love you'. And you don't say it after." -> Wade catches his arm before Logan can get far and holds fast, his mouth moving to form the words Logan looks at Wade like he's lost his damn mind..

"This could be a disaster! I'm pedaling backwards" -> He lets go of Logan's arm to stand up, waving his arms frantically to dismiss what he just claimed. Logan doesn't move or change expressions

"by saying that I'm drunk, I really shouldn't of called. I'm- a little bit plastered!" -> Wade lies back down on his side of the pull-out, his back to Logan as he pulls a unicorn blanket up to his ears as he avoids looking at the shellshocked man

"You call me a liar... now I'm falling in faster." -> Logan's face softens for just a moment before he gets back into the bed- facing Wade's back. Wade tightens his grip over his chest

"This could be a disaster."

Y'ALL IF YOU ENJOYED THIS I'LL DROP LOGAN'S POV <3 -> ALSO IT'S MY BIRTHDAY [9/19] :D