#i miss the Dirty Laundry era

[jajanvm-imbi]

Wow I REALLY miss the early Voltron era (like seasons 1-3)

[muddyorbsblr]

empty baskets

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Placement: dating era; a few weeks after 'the warmest bed i've ever known'

Summary: Tom makes a concerning discovery on laundry day

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warning/s: steamy moments at the end; insecure Reader; mentions of previous cheating from exes; mentions of former toxic relationships [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: cinnamon roll bf Tomathy hours

The sound of the front door to his house closing alerted Tom of your return, a smile stretching across his face when you called out his name.

"In the laundry room, sweetheart. I'll be with you in a minute," he answered.

"Remember to separate your lights and darks." He could practically hear the amused smile on your face as you said the words.

His heart swelled at the comfortable humorous tone that you'd taken, at the familiarity that had woven its way into your exchanges, no matter how minuscule they might have been to anyone who would have been listening. After the scare of nearly losing you just under a month ago, he knew better than to take any moment with you for granted.

Tom dropped a final black running shirt into the load and was just about to start it, when he finally noticed what had felt off about this particular chore. What he had been feeling off about the past few weeks.

None of the clothes in the wash were yours. Not a single garment.

I must have missed them, he thought to himself, going through the other basket, brows furrowing together when he found it was just as empty as the one in his hand.

You'd been staying with him for the last two weeks, and he knew that you changed clothes. That was, at least during the times when the two of you were clothed in the house.

And yet despite that, he couldn't find a single item of your clothing in this room. Which led him to believe that you were keeping them in a laundry bag. Probably where you stashed your suitcase, in the entry way coat closet.

Only thing was that your laundry bag was nowhere to be found, and your suitcase was suspiciously heavier than it was yesterday morning. "Y/N?" he called out to you, unable to help the smile on his face when you peeked your head out from the study.

"What's up?"

"Anything you need to put in the wash, sweetheart?"

The confusion worsened when you shook your head. "Nope, I'm all good." And then you gave him a smile that was so strained it filled him with a sense of dread. The same kind of dread that he felt when he came home not two weeks ago to find you curled up in a chair, mumbling words that threatened to turn his world asunder had he not stopped you.

What were you hiding?

He made his way over to you, placing his hands on your shoulders, heart thundering in his chest when he saw the avoidant look in your eyes. Like you were desperately trying to scour your mind for a way out.

Just like you were that night he showed up at your doorstep. When you blurted out how you felt about him and promptly tried to take it back, denying you said anything at all. "You don't need to hide anything from me, goddess," he said carefully, pressing a tender kiss to your lips. "I want you to know that."

"My dirty clothes are in the Four Seasons, I have a room booked there to keep my things," you blurted out, the words rushing out of you with a sheepish look on your face. "That's where I went this morning, to grab a new set of clothes and…anything else I might need."

Tom took in a deep breath, unaware that he'd been holding it while awaiting your answer. A weight was somewhat lifted from his chest, though there was still the lingering fear that somehow part of this secret was in the form of another person.

It had happened before, with previous relationships. And while he felt that fear significantly less when you were around, it still lingered…and festered into something that had the potential to be crippling if it ever turned out to be true.

Even if it was fairly early on in the relationship, he knew in the depths of his soul that this would be his last. You would be the one he spent the rest of his life loving, the one he would build his future with. And whether that future entailed marriage and children, it no longer mattered to him.

What mattered, all that mattered, was that future would have you.

"Why?" he asked, silently pleading that the answer wouldn't involve his worst fears. He couldn't take that. Not from you.

"It's for…just in case," you said, barely audible. Your eyes began to mist over as you started trembling in his hold. "For if…and when…you get tired of having me around. Then I wouldn't have to scramble for a place to stay. Because it's already there prepped and waiting for me."

Your words completely stole the air from his lungs, quite possibly even stopped his heart. Tired of you? You did this because you were bracing yourself for the day he would tire of you?

"It happened before," you spoke again, choking the words out as you visibly fought against what he had no doubt were haunting memories from relationships past. "Long before, but still…it sucked. Not having anywhere to stay for a few hours, calling friends who suddenly pretended I was nobody to them because they took my ex's side. Calling hotels that were fully booked. I just wanted to be sure."

Suddenly your actions around his home filled him with a heartbreaking clarity. It wasn't just your clothes.

Not a single item on the bathroom counter was yours. You even kept your toothbrush in a little bag. 

The meticulous way you'd place back every item in his study and pack away all your work in your tote before putting it in the entry way closet with your suitcase. He simply thought you were being tidy.

But it wasn't that simple.

Other than your very presence in his arms now, there wasn't a single trace of you to be found in this house. Everything you had here wasn't just easy to pack up in five minutes to have you out the door.

You wouldn't even need five seconds.

He couldn't think of what else to do at that moment other than pull you into a desperate kiss, weaving his fingers into your hair and holding you tight against him with his free arm. The tension that held on to his heart with a vice grip lessened somewhat when he felt your lips moving with his, your own hands grasping at the fabric of his shirt to bring him in even closer.

How could you not know that this was precisely where he wanted you? Always?

"I could never tire of you, goddess," he sighed against your lips when he broke the kiss. "I love you."

"I love you, too," you answered him with the faintest sniffle. "I need you to know that none of this is on you. You did nothing to make me feel this was what I should do, this is just…leftover self preservation. I don't know how to be any other way."

Tom took your hands in his, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. "Perhaps we can find a new way together," he proposed, placing one last kiss on your ring finger. The one he wished to place a ring upon one day.

It didn't matter when.

He motioned towards the bedroom, threading his fingers between yours to lead the way. "Come with me. I want to show you something."

There was a slight guilt that pinched away at his heart, realizing that you never even so much as peeked into the closet or the dressers. Because if you had, you would have seen it sooner.

You would have seen that he'd set aside half the dresser storage, and half the closet.

He was so overtaken with the joy of finally having you with him, he failed to see the signs that you hadn't been moving as if you lived with him. You moved like a scrupulously careful guest in his home, making sure everything was exactly as it was before you arrived.

Always ready to leave at a drop of a hat.

When the light turned on in the walk-in closet, Tom could hear the air leave your lungs the moment you that half of the racks were empty. He held your hand as he opened the drawers on the empty side, showing you that they, too, had nothing inside.

"You're not a guest in my home, Y/N. I--I know that it might be too early for us, but I want more than anything for you to see this as our home. I can understand if you're not quite ready yet, but I want you to know that there's space here for you. I don't want you to have to throw away money for a hotel room that isn't even slept in."

"Money isn't an issue," you mumbled, your eyes still fixed on the space he'd freed up for you. When you eventually tore your gaze away, he could see the tears that were welling up. "It's just…I've taken care of myself for so long. It's all I know. No one I was with ever cared--"

"I care, sweetheart." He pulled you into his arms, sighing into your hair when he felt you return his embrace. "And I understand you wish to take care of yourself, but perhaps I could care for you, too?"

Your only response was to nuzzle your face against his chest, before nodding against him. "Maybe we can take care of each other."

He kissed the top of your head, leading you out the closet and reaching for his phone, already placing a call to his assistant. "I'll send for someone to retrieve your belongings from the Four Seasons and settle the bill. You don't have to unpack everything if you're not ready, but at least they'll all be here. And I know you mentioned that money isn't an issue for you, but it doesn't sit right with me knowing you're spending so much on an unused room."

A soft smile finally graced your features, and you visibly looked more relaxed as you agreed to his proposal. "Fine. But next time we stay at a hotel I'm paying."

"It's a date," he said, bringing your joint hands up to kiss the back of your hand.

A tiny smile tugged at the corner of your mouth as you sat on the floor of the closet, your carry-on splayed open beside you as you carefully placed your clothes in the open drawers that Tom freed up for you. Our home, his words replayed in your mind. The mere thought threatened to overwhelm you.

He really is trying to ruin me for everyone else but him, you thought to yourself, your mind wandering back to that note you buried deep in the vaults of your phone. You were seldom one to let your guard down anywhere other than your home, where every security measure had triple the redundancies just to make sure that vulnerabilities were minimized, if not eradicated completely.

In your line of work, the one starkly outside the path that brought you to the man you love, it wasn't just a "nice to have" to have multiple measures of security. The alternative was to be in a constant state of alertness. To always be ready to fight your way out.

You never knew there could be another way. A way where there were no backups, or backups for your backups. A way that no longer involved having a place ready for you in case you got kicked to the curb because your boyfriend decided to finally take up the offer of the office succubus.

Before you knew it, the carry-on was empty, other than your run of the mill weapons of choice for self-defense. But you decided against placing that anywhere within reach, instead zipping the compartment closed before closing and locking the luggage.

There was no need for it here.

The door to the closet opened, the sight of your boyfriend walking in wearing only a pair of grey sweatpants making you smile and bite your lip. "Well hey there," you greeted him, placing your hand in his and letting out a little giggle when he helped you to your feet before pulling you into a kiss.

"Just need a few more pieces to put in the wash, darling," he murmured against your lips. "Four, to be exact."

He worked his hands under your shirt and pulled it over your head, proceeding to work his way under the waistband of your joggers.

"Three…" You held on to his shoulders to keep upright, a teasing smirk on his face as he hooked his fingers underneath your panties. "Two…" In one smooth motion, he tugged them downwards, both garments falling to your feet, your boyfriend letting out a sinful guttural sound when you were bared to him.

Then your feet left the ground, him lifting you by the backs of your thighs and coaxing you to wrap your legs around him as he brought you back into the bedroom. He laid you down on the bed, lustful darkened blue eyes raking over your body before he reached for the waistband of his own sweats.

"One…"

A/N: Where can I order one of these cinnamon roll Tomathy-shaped boyfriends? Asking for myself--

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[drysdalesworld]

Can I send in a request for Jamie? Maybe him and reader who live together get a puppy and she spends all her time cuddling the puppy and Jamie gets jealous. Just something cute and fluffy :)

of puppies & jealousy

ahh such a cute idea, i love! tyty for requesting & i hope you like it <3

pairing: jamie drysdale x fem!reader

genre: fluff

warning(s): none!

note: pre-tade era! also, so sorry it’s short!

The topic of getting a dog was something that wasn’t new with you and your boyfriend, Jamie. He had been begging you for weeks to cave in and come with him to the local animal shelter a couple of blocks down to get a dog. And when you finally did, he was so over the moon.

He showed you all the profiles of the dogs at the shelter, eyes wide and smile beaming as he swiped through each one on his phone. He didn’t have a preference per se, but you could tell which specific dog he liked more as his smile seemed to get bigger once he scrolled onto the animals profile.

Jamie had been so excited to do this with you. He practically talked your ear off the entire ride to the shelter and back to your shared apartment. You couldn’t tell who was louder between the two, your boyfriend or the new dog in the backseat.

Weeks had gone by since the two of you had adopted your new fur baby. Let’s just say, it wasn’t the easiest in the beginning.

Rocco, or Rocky as Jamie liked to call him, tore through every furniture in your shared apartment. First, it was the couch your parents had given to you after you moved out of their house just a few years ago, so it didn’t really matter if the material of the couch had a couple of puppy bite marks embedded in it.

Then it was the bed post. You nearly had a heart attack and two when you saw a pretty decent size of the leg of the bed post missing when you had bent down to grab some dirty laundry from the floor. Jamie had rushed him to the vet as you sat in the backseat tearing up about Rocco having potentially swallow some wood. But, all was well after an x-ray and good pets from the veterinarians. No swallowed wood, thankfully.

And lastly, the beloved thrifted rug you had gotten as a birthday present, had been practically torn to shreds after you and Jamie had came back from date night. Poor Rocco was given no treats or pets for the rest of the night.

Albeit the beginning of having a new puppy and the ups and downs of navigating life with basically a toddler in animal form, you wouldn’t’ve traded it for the world, especially when Rocco began to prefer you more over your boyfriend.

“It’s no fair, babe!” Jamie whined, pout on his lips as he watched Rocky cuddle further into your chest on the bite infested couch. “You didn’t even want him in the first place and now he likes you more than me”.

You giggled at your boyfriends childish tone, scratching the dog behind his ear as he gazed up at you with half his tongue out. “Don’t hate the player, Jam. Hate the game”.

Jamie only groaned and frowned further, “But you still love me right?”.

The mans question made you want to roll your eyes and shake your head at how ridiculous he was being. “Of course, Jamie. I will always love you,” you replied, unoccupied hand reaching out to scratch his scalp.

“Okay, good. I can’t have Rocky taking my place as your number one,” he grumbled, head relaxing against your thighs. “I love you too”.

Both Rocco and Jamie were rendered useless and in puddles as you continued to scratch at their most sensitive spots. You sometimes thought Jamie was more of the puppy than Rocco.

“You’ll always be my number one, Jams,” you whispered quietly as both boys, human and dog alike, began to drift off into a peaceful slumber.

Yeah, you wouldn’t trade this for this world.

[pexchys]

i miss my voltron klance dirty laundry era that girl was insane bless her heart

[bonefall]

Super interested in how you plan to write Leopardfoot! I feel like both fanon and canon tend to make her into a sweet mom(tm) who’s super sad that Tigerstar is evil, very similar to how Goldenflower is usually treated. What’s her thoughts on Pinestar and him leaving? How did she influence Tigerstar? What are her political beliefs?

Society has progressed past the need for sad moms who stare tearily at their evil sons and boohoo about all the murder. It's MOTHER AGENCY TIME

BB!Leopardfoot was FEROCIOUS. Her father was the indominable Adderfang, and he taught her about the importance of honor and glory. When Tigerpaw was given to Thistleclaw as an apprentice, she was proud of it. It felt perfect to her-- that her father's apprentice was now her son's mentor.

For his brief rule, she supported Sunstar completely. It helped that he came after the disastrous and embarassing exit of Pinestar, which ruined the legacy that she wanted him to give her son. Pinestar was a damn coward and a codebreaker... and she assured Tigerkit that he was more HER son than his.

She even gives him a life, for Legacy, in defiance of StarClan

She was friends with Bluemoon for a time, but after ascending to StarClan, she learned about the Forget-me-nots.

This changed her opinion of her. Leopardfoot supports Thistle Law, STRONGLY so.

She supported THISTLECLAW when he tried to forcefully void the Queen’s Rights. If Bluemoon hadn't broken the code, then what did she have to hide?

She backed off when Thrushpelt leapt to her defense though, "She didn't reveal it because she doesn't love me are you happy now??"

Leopardfoot: *awkwardly turns away feeling like an asshole now, tea SPILLED, her friend's dirty laundry EXPOSED, thought she was crusading for the law but she just dug up drama*

Towards the end of Pinestar’s reign, he was getting exhausted. He wanted peace. Leopardfoot wanted kittens around that time, and figured that there was no better cat than the son of Oakstar, architect of the infamous Crusade Era.

If Pinestar had no children, a glorious bloodline would have died out. She wanted it for her kits. Pinestar agreed on the condition that he would be their Mi, which she happily accepted.

So when Pinestar left, she jumped into the nursery to take over and had to explain to her kits where their Mi went.

She drove it home to them that he abandoned everything, because his weakness took over. They would never be like him, she promised.

Mistkit died very young. Nightpaw made it to apprenticeship before she also succumbed. Tigerclaw remembers very well how hard it was to lose his sisters.

Leopardfoot herself was taken shortly before TPB, in Spottedleaf's Plague. Her death causes Tigerclaw to have a bit of a moment.

After the trial in Bluestar's Flowers, Leopardfoot leaves StarClan along with a bunch of other Thistle Law supporters, including Thistleclaw himself. She joins the BOTTE at the end of OotS, fighting to the end with her son.

She misses him a lot, and remains in the Dark Forest to the current arc. She chose her path; and has the dignity to walk it.

She does miss StarClan sometimes though, and will tell you stories about it if you ask.

In terms of demon friends, she's somewhere in the clique between the harsher and softer spirits.

She dislikes Morningstar, Cloudberry, and Ryewhisker on the softer end, and has come to resent Thistleclaw and Finchflight on the other, but likes Darkstripe, Leopardstar, and Silverhawk.

Gets along with a range of "mid" level demons.

In particular I imagine she hangs out with Darkstripe a lot. Taste test buddy, he asks her to try his experimental recipes because she's honest but not mean. One of the few Thistle Law supporting cats he hangs out with after the double-death of Tigerstar.

He calls her Lefty. Her official nickname is "Left" but he calls her Lefty.

(Clanmew: her name is Saorpwyyar. Others call her Saopr. He calls her Sapyy.)

Her mom and dad Swiftbreeze and Adderfang are here too, following Thistleclaw like she did, but she's been minimizing her contact with her dad. She feels like she is owed an apology somehow but also doesn't have the emotional intelligence to know that it's what she wants.

She just knows that she feels really bitter talking to him, and that's unpleasant.

She used to be VITRIOLIC with Pinestar, who is also here, even going after him physically when he chose to join in with the Dark Forest trainees. But now... honestly so much shit has happened, she just doesn't like seeing him. She wishes he wasn't here.

I write her being very dignified. She doesn't like to admit publically she was ever wrong and speaks with confidence, quietly backing off and not wanting to speak about her mistakes. She loves her children and her family, but explores the world in a very "self-centric" way, trusting her feelings and personal judgement over anything logical.

A reactionary sort of person, if that makes sense.

Her Land Mar has to develop over time because she is an ex-StarClan migrant (damned souls get theirs instantly after judgement), but it's called the Fence Cliff. It's a picket fence that blocks off a sheer drop, making a sharp turn down the cliff face and acting as a walkway. Follow the fence down the slope, and you can access the Dark Forest's town biome.

[nitpickrider]

So, people say that Golden Age Lois plain and simply despised Clark as a weakling and a coward (with their more Vitriolic Best Buds thing being a modern inventions). Is this entirely true, or was there ever more to it?

Oh my friend that is not true at ALL. In fact from what I've read the idea that Lois despises Clark in any fashion outside of being a friendly professional rival doesn't hold up to the actual scrutiny. (Take this with the grain of salt that I'm only reading Action Comics at the moment, any stories or evidence that exist in the concurrent Superman comic are unknown to me). The moment that sticks out to me is this one so I'll use it for my main thesis statement.

I mean that's right there in black and white, isn't it? Even if her goal is to marry Superman, the only person she'd want to give her away at the wedding is Clark who she outright loudly declares to the entire office to be her second favorite man in the world (The story is a dream but that only strengthens the claim. This is what Lois is saying IN HER OWN MIND) I have TONS more evidence if you want to peak below the cut, be warned its mostly just gushing. I love Clark and Lois' relationship regardless of context and I have TONS of notes.

What people often miss is that in this era the two are actually dating on and off again? I've always read it as Lois and Clark just being each others' main social calls when there's something new to do or see.

She takes steps to activley improve his safety when he's put on dangerous assignment (and she would know, wouldn't she?)

When Clark is under threat of harm or god forbid seems to be actually hurt, it hits Lois like a train. The idea that something could have happened to her puts her into a very uncharacteristic spiral. She gets stunlocked and tends toward feinting which is otherwise very unlike her.

Beyond that, simply, the poor girl worries about him as much as he worries about her.

She relies on Clark to lean on and explicitly would need him around should anything happen to Superman, Clark is her main emotional support system and she knows it well enough to consciously lean on him when in distress

A simple moment of the two sharing a little bit of small talk, they work in very close quarters seemingly by choice. Clark is part of Lois' routine.

They even conduct their chores socially, which I'm given to believe was a much more common activity among friends back in the day. Lois takes a personal interest in Clark's life, how he's feeling, how he looks.

In this moment, granted she's trying to get something out of him but its not like she's holding her nose to give him a kiss on the cheek. And the second she seems disillusioned with Superman, Clark is the first person she can think of to pin her affections on.

When she's had a weird day at work, who does she talk to? Clark.

Even on her way out the door she tries to cheer him up just casually noticing he seemed more dour than usual, not only is that her taking an interest in him emotionally but it shows she knows and cares about him enough to note a change in behavior.

And THIS one is my favorite

She noticed his shirt was dirty, heard him say he had forgotten to get them washed. So she showed up at his apartment where she is evidently a regular enough sight that the doorman knows her by name, to pick up his laundry and have it done for him. No one asks her to do this, she just does it. I've always been fond of saying that the core anchor of any Superman story is the relationship between Clark and Lois. And I DON'T just mean their romantic entanglement. Like Holmes and Watson or Calvin and Hobbs. If you can't write a convincing back and forth between the two, if you can't make the audience believe that these two people are friends who love and care for one another. Then straight up you're going to write Bad Superman comics, period.

[themerlinlibrary]

Favourites Friday – Bonus New-Years Round: Fave of 2023

TML Favourites Friday round-up! New Year's Eve Bonus round (mixed!)

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Theme for this bonus round: 2023 Favourite!

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Like Every Tree Stands on Its Own by LeMightyWorrier E, 148k, Merlin/Arthur Canon Divergence, Mythology

False Hearts Know by Excited_Insomniac E, 51k, Merlin/Arthur Modern AU, Fake relationship

Arthur, Sincerely by MerlinLikeTheBird M, 49k, Merlin/Arthur Canon AU

in the arms of your protection (darling, i am yours to hold) by stolenstars T, 7k, Merlin/Arthur Canon era, Angst with a happy ending

The Neurodivergent Sorcerer's Guide to Graduating by Imagined T, 8.3k, Merlin/Arthur Modern with magic, College/Uni AU

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The Greater of Two Evils by N16 T, 4.9k, Merlin & Arthur (gen) Canon Era

Spit it out (Jot it down) by kirani, kiraniafterdark (kirani), NoSaladAllowed T, 3,9k, Merlin/Arthur Canon era, epistolary

Back on Track by kirani T, 5.9k, Merlin/Arthur Modern AU Self-rec

Pride by s0mmerspr0ssen E, 9k, Merlin/Arthur Modern AU, BDSM

All Things Loved and Lovesick by horsecrazy E, 90k, Merlin/Arthur Modern AU, vet

Separate Harmonies from Chords by thesongistheriver E, 12k, Merlin/Arthur Modern AU, musician and theatre Self-rec

I wish I'd known then by Zaharya T, 7.6k, Merlin/Arthur Modern AU, Roommates Self-rec

Somewhere Between the Sand and the Stardust by Cithara E, 110k, Merlin/Arthur Canon AU, Marriage of convenience

Merlin's fourth job by SnufflesThePig Not rated, 53k (WIP), Merlin/Arthur Canon AU/Era, Dragonlord Merlin

From the Shadows to the Light by PeaceHeather T, 580k, No relationships tagged Post Canon fix-it Self-rec

One Fool Thing by Of_Ivy_and_Gold E, 26k, Merlin/Arthur Modern AU, coffee shop AU

Long May It Burn by Imagined T, 6,3k, Merlin/Arthur Canon Era, Post Canon

Dirty Laundry by MerlinLikeTheBird G, 5.9k, Merlin/Arthur Canon Era Self-rec

And Everywhere I Look, I Look At You by aemelia_pendragon M, 19k (WIP), Merlin/Arthur Modern AU, Roommates

With and without you by Theroundbartable Not rated, 20k, Merlin/Arthur Canon AU, Magic reveal

I Don't Know How to Start by Shadow_Hole, thetreeofwillow M, 39k, Merlin/Arthur Canon Era, Hurt/Comfort Self-rec

The Coup by s0mmerspr0ssen T, 9k, Gwaine & Merlin Canon AU

A Good Life by Sorceressofdragons M, 73k, Merlin/Arthur Modern AU, Slow burn

All Tied Up by Sage_Owl E, 4.2k, Merlin/Arthur Modern with magic, succubi & incubi

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[luimagines]

[Can I be dream 💭 anon?]

I had another dream, feel free to add onto it! I just felt like you would like it!

~~~~~~

As the chain trudged through the terrain, the familiar horizon was felt by Warriors. He instantly recognized this land of his era of Hyrule yet something else told his comrades he wasn’t just happy about the familiarity of his home turf, he had an extra bounce in each step he took.

When the heroes finally arrived at the grand Hyrule Castle, the chain was shocked by how big this castle was compared to others they’ve seen. As the chain approached the castle, Warriors unexpectedly ran off in the direction of a particular person who was a servant of the Hyrule Royal family. The person who was engrossed in the task of hanging laundry which Warriors was running towards wore a simple shirt with pants and an apron tied around their body, they obviously was someone of low class compared to the Royal family.

Though shock covered their expressions when Warriors pulled the servant into a passionate kiss, a moment later they broke the kiss as the person began to scold the hero.

“Link! I told you not to bother me when I’m busy!!” The person scolded Warriors with a small glare despite the growing smile on their lips, they were obviously happy to see him yet it also annoyed them he had interrupted their daily tasks.

“I’m sorry, My Princess|Prince|Royalty!! I just missed you so incredibly much, [reader]!!” Warriors replied with a smile while his arms only pulled the person closer to him, the person sighed before flicking his forehead as a small punishment for interfering with their duties.

“Uh…..who’s this?” One of the heroes, Sky finally asked the question everyone was wondering. The voice of the hero caused the person in Warrior’s arms, they spoke in a soft voice yet they was incredibly shy and quiet.

“Hello my name is [Reader], I’m Warrior’s spouse!”&

Of course, you can be Dream Anon. :D

Poor Warrior, he's so happy to see his spouse and they just scold him.

What an entrance though! I'm impressed they didn't think of dunking him in the dirty laundry water. XD

[thezineontheblock]

memories~

Ok so!

Boppers, dudes, Daddy-O's and assorted living skeletons of the internet!

Story time.

This isn't my first blog on Tumblr, not by a long shot. The last time I was active on this site was when I was still in high school; my old page used to have a lot to do with scarecrows and Halloween, my favorite holiday.

I figured since its been a minute since I had a platform to get my unspoken words and thoughts out there, it seemed wiser to give myself an outlet rather than trying to keep a lid on all the ceaseless noise that regularly tears through my synapses on an hourly basis.

I've been spending a majority of my twenties jumping all over the country, searching for the one place I can feel like I'm truly at home and not just a glorified long term houseguest.

I might be a punk at heart but I want my crash pad to be something that screams 'classy but junky'. To describe my ideal apartment building to call home? Think grungy, not dirty but edgy. Crumbling but not infested with bugs, more the building itself just seems to be sighing with age; like the sort of building that's from another era of architecture. Art Deco or something Rococo, no?

Somewhere in a sea of trashy neon, faded glitz, smashed up footlights and discarded pizza boxes is my ideal home. Thinking of going back to Oregon after my latest job wraps up; find a cheap-o apartment somewhere in Eugene and spend my days working as a custodian for the local university, maybe the local movie theater, maybe both?

I have a bit of a three way tie for where I want to move next; either I want to go back to Oregon cuz I know the territory or I want to settle my bones down in Oklahoma and grow comfy among the view of the pastures and open sky. The last idea I had seems more like a fantasy than anything else; I wanted to crash out in Hawaii for awhile during the winter months. Get myself a decent size pop up tent, roll around and enjoy the sun, maybe try some of the food.

There's a fair bit of what is to be officially decided to come as of yet. Right now, I just want to survive to the end of this most recent contract OR find a new one to replace this one. Never in my life thought I would say this but I miss washing dishes over being trapped in that abysmal laundry room... All the ceaseless complaining and whining and moaning and drama, I feel like I'm getting more silver hair the longer I stick around this place.

All I can tell you for now is that I can't WAIT to be on vacation. I have a few days coming up soon where I plan to groove my way down to Washington D.C for a bit. See the Smithsonian, grab some pictures of the Capitol, normal nomadic tourist type stuff.

Here seems the best place to leave off for now.

If you got this far, congratulations and thanks for taking in what I had to say! I'm still chewing on ideas for how I want the finalized version of the 'Zine to look. Ideas and brainstorms are welcome to drop by whenever they feel ready to do so!

Updates to come as they manifest!

Until the next one,

Stay aggro and never let the Man tell you to turn down your boombox.

-Zombi

[umichenginabroad]

Week 3: Budeš můj valentýn, Praha?

Nazdar všichni!!

Hey everyone, welcome back to the blog! I spent this week developing more of a routine and getting enough rest. Whether it’s prioritizing 8 hours of sleep every night, reading before bed, going on daily walks/runs, or simply not drinking 3 cups of coffee a day, I wanted to make some changes in my daily routine. 

Got plans tn?

The 3-week mark here in Prague is giving the post-welcome week vibes when classes actually start catching up to you and everyone around you has some sort of mystery illness after going out too much and not sleeping enough. Nonetheless, we push through. The nightlife routine is becoming a bit more established:

Wild going out nights: Wednesday/Thursday (depending on the week, could be both), Saturday

Clubs - Duplex, Epic

Pregame/bars: Dog Bar, U Sudu

Chill going out nights: Tuesday, Friday

Irish Pubs (to watch sports or live music), karaoke bars, wine bars, theater/ballet/symphony

Casual nights: Monday, Sunday 

Time for homework, cooking, trip planning, laundry, housekeeping, etc. 

As someone who prefers not to drink as often as multiple nights a week, I tend to go out sober (or pretty close to it) most nights we go to bars or clubs. The nightlife here is by no means shaped by heavy alcohol consumption; there’s entertainment everywhere, like live music, arcade games, and cool scenery in the bars which make it easy to have a great night while sober.

Superbowl… or not

Lots of people in my program hit different Irish pubs for the game, including Rocky’s and The Dubliner (my personal favorite, usually has live music too). After getting back from Vienna late Sunday night, we had the choice of either heading straight for the bar or stopping home. Unfortunately, after stopping home and getting ready to push the bars for the game, I fell asleep. Tragic, I know. I was super sad about missing the game (I couldn’t have cared less) and I hope everyone’s bets hit (I hope all the Swifties cashed out on the Chiefs).

*knock knock* Housekeeping!

We have a housekeeping service that comes once a week to perform a deeper cleaning of the kitchen and bathrooms. This day for the Slezská apartments is Thursday, but I’m unsure about Sokolská. They don’t come into our rooms, but will (supposedly) change your sheets if you leave the dirty ones outside your door. We have yet to try this service out though, and have resolved to washing our sheets on our own time.

As roommates, our other housekeeping responsibilities include:

Providing cleaning supplies

Upholding consistent cleanliness

Common spaces (bathrooms, kitchen, hallways)

Our rooms, personal belongings

Laundry

Dishwashing

Emptying trash/recycling

Our apartment doesn’t have a chore chart or any rigid routine that would hold everyone accountable for general housekeeping. Rather, we take turns doing chores at times of convenience, and stick to a general guideline of leaving any room cleaner than you found it. So, when someone washes the dishes and leaves them out to dry, another roommate will put them away. And a different roommate will take the trash out when they leave for class. I tend to trick myself into housekeeping by washing/putting away dishes while I’m bored and waiting for my food to cook!

I have talked to some other apartments that have experienced an uneven split of housekeeping responsibilities to the point of frustration. They found that the best way to address this situation is to have an open discussion with everyone in the apartment, and if it becomes necessary, to delegate weekly tasks. Hopefully this isn't the case for many apartments.

Eras of European Architectural Style

This week in my architecture class we learned about the significant periods that define European style and architecture. Chronologically, they are the Romanesque (10th-12th C.), Gothic (13th-15th C.), Renaissance (16th-17th C.), Baroque (17th-19th C.), Modern (19th-20th C.), and Post-Modern (the current period). This class focused on the Romanesque period.

We learned that the hilliness of Prague holds significance in its establishment as a strategic urban center in early Bohemia. On our tour, we visited Vyšehrad (which means ‘high castle’ in English). This site was the birthplace of Prague, originally established during the 10th century, and has served as a royal castle and a military fortress. On this site we found two churches: 

Rotunda of St. Martin: Romanesque, built in the 11th century, characterized by its circular shape and dome covering

Basilica of St. Peter and St. Paul: originally Romanesque, built in the second half of the 11th century. Rebuilt many times in its history, its current neo-Gothic appearance dates back to the 19th century, characterized by pointy spires and broad arches.

We also saw a statue of St. Wenceslas atop the hill. He was the first patron saint of the Czech state, considered to be the father of their nation who introduced Romanesque culture to the region.

Speeeeed run: travel within the EU

Being so accustomed to domestic travel in the United States, I had no idea what to expect when casually flying between countries in Europe. Fortunately, when traveling within the EU, the process is similar to domestic travel in America, and made extremely easy. You scan your boarding pass to enter security for screening. At security, you take out any laptops/large electronics and liquids (<100ml in clear plastic bags), and send the rest of your belongings through normally. You do not have to take your shoes off. During boarding, they check your passport/ID along with your boarding pass and then you’re set to head to the plane! Security typically takes <30 minutes to complete, but boarding the actual plane can take nearly an hour of waiting in line...

Finally, I suggest keeping a spreadsheet containing: flight reservation numbers, airline baggage allowances, flight check-in policies, etc. Mine has been useful and I know exactly what to expect upon arriving at the airport. Also, check-in to your flight as early as possible, especially when flying airlines like EasyJet or Transavia that assign seats upon check-in. Do add the boarding pass to your apple wallet for a super streamlined experience.

Girl Math: Credit Cards

The smartest thing I did before going abroad was apply for a new credit card; particularly one with travel rewards, a high credit limit, and no foreign transaction fees. Not only do I have added security benefits, like protection against fraudulent purchases, but it also builds credit with every purchase I make abroad with no additional fees! I knew I'd be spending a decent amount of money while abroad, but at least I’m getting points for it. Girl math!

In all seriousness, having all my transactions concentrated on one card has made it very easy to authenticate all my purchases and transfer them to my budget spreadsheet. Adulting is hard, but using the built-in tools provided by my bank to set up automatic statement payments, transfer funds, and manage my rewards has been easy.

Paris

This past weekend was well spent in the enchanting Paris. Between the iconic landmarks and quaint cafés, the city was remarkably rich in culture and romance, especially over Valentine’s Day weekend :)

We started off Friday with brunch and a nice walk through the Luxembourg Gardens, which overlook the Luxembourg Palace. The next stop was my favorite: Napoleon's Tomb, a majestic tribute to the man who conquered nearly all of Europe. A truly incredible piece of art and architecture, designed by Napoleon himself! Next, we ventured into the Musée de l'Armée within Les Invalides and learned about the history of French warfare and artillery. After a nice dinner (and my first ever French onion soup!), we coincidentally ran into my two friends celebrating Valentine’s Day in the city! #whenwillitbemyturn... After an epic round of catching up over drinks, we headed back to the AirBnB to rest up for the rest of the weekend.

We spent Saturday indulging in shopping and iconic French delicacies. Our first stop (post-brunch of course) was the renowned Louis Vuitton store, with a full exhibit and many elegancies. Unfortunately, I could not afford even a glass of tap water in the store, but it was surely fun to browse. Afterwards, we sampled French staples like crépes, French onion soup, and lots of freshly baked baguettes. Walking back towards the Eiffel Tower, we strolled along the Seine and the bridges that span it, ending the day at the Eiffel Tower as the sun set. We came back after dark too, to see the tower illuminated in the night. A beautiful sight to see.

On Sunday, we decided to uncover Paris's hidden gems near Gare du Nord, beginning with the Passage des Jouffroy and its neighboring passageways. These so-called arcades are covered passageways adorned with vintage shops and quaint cafes. We then walked to Sacré-Cœur, or the Church of the Sacred Heart, which was a site recommended to us by nearly all of our uber drivers. There we could see an amazing panoramic view of the city below. Finally, as the day drew to a close, we bid farewell to Paris from Gare du Nord. 

A huge highlight of the trip was the French food, particularly the crepes, fresh baguettes, and the array of decadent pastries at every corner. See some of my favorite eats below!

Kind Strangers

The title of this section is exactly its content: shoutout to all the kind strangers who helped me this week! I’d heard many stories about the French, Parisians in particular, being cold and unfriendly to American foreigners, but I couldn’t help but feel quite the opposite vibe. First off, we have my Uber driver Amine, who brought me from Paris Orly to my AirBnB at midnight on Thursday. He spoke almost no English but took the time to get to know me, share a bit of his story, and teach me essential French phrases like “ça va” (meaning it’s okay/I’m okay; pronounced sah vah) and “s’il vous plait” (meaning please; pronounced seel voo play). I don’t speak French at all, but the full list of phrases he taught me were game changers when it came to interacting with local Parisians. He also stayed with me when I struggled getting into the apartment and gave me his contact in case of an emergency. 

Upon leaving Paris, I also experienced a great act of kindness by two women in Gare du Nord, the main train station in Paris. One woman, who was clearly in a rush, noticed me struggling to scan the ticket I had just purchased at a nearby kiosk. Despite not speaking English, she scanned her own pass and motioned for me to step through the security with her. When it closed and neither of us were able to get through, a nearby mom helped us both get through the automated security at the gate with her two children. Both women ran off before I could properly thank them, but I am extremely grateful for their help in a situation that I probably would have struggled to navigate on my own. 

Now for some ins and outs!

Ins:

Bachelor Wednesdays: I’ve never truly gotten into shows like the Bachelor, but after my friends and I dedicated Wednesday pregames to watching it. I see the hype now... extremely entertaining, especially when paired with wine.

Galentines <3: We celebrated Valentine’s Day with all the girls in the program Tuesday, featuring an amazing charcuterie assortment, wine, and lots of chit-chat and games!

Duplex Student Night: Duplex is one of the main clubs we go to. It’s a good atmosphere with a dj and an open air rooftop open for smoking. On Wednesdays students get in with no cover, so it’s always our final destination! Just make sure to bring your actual ID, as they do not take photocopies.

Outs:

Heels x Cobblestone: Cobblestone covers every single walking surface in Old Town and neighboring districts. It adds this beautiful aesthetic to the city, but it is miserable and honestly dangerous to walk on in heels. Do so at your own risk.

My Uber bill (from Paris): Paris is an extremely vast city, and it can take nearly an hour to walk from one side of the city to the other. Because it was so rainy, and the friends I traveled with refused to try out the public transportation system in Paris, our Uber bill racked up reallllll high. 

Public bathrooms: If you’re walking down the street in Europe and suddenly have to go to the bathroom, I wish you the best of luck. Unless there’s a Mc Donald’s nearby, you’ll either have to make a purchase at the nearest café and hope they have a bathroom, or you have to hold it. Even if you manage to stumble upon a WC, chances are you will have to pay a small fee to use it.

Thanks for reading, catch you all next week!

Čau všichni,

Reese Liebman

Computer Science and Engineering

Institute for Study Abroad (IFSA) CS Tech Career Accelerator in Prague, Czechia

[steampunkmars]

I'm rewatching voltron and...

Lance is so comphet.

And just remembered how baited we were when voltron was still airing. That was un-fucking-believable.

Yes I will still complain about voltron in Lord's year of 2022

[avatarelkie]

i just finished complicated and i think i would’ve cried if i wasn’t in class rn 💔

[sweetsweetnuit]

  on his knees

synopsis: even the king of the underworld has his weaknesses. bucky’s just happens to be a mortal woman he can’t get enough of.

pairing: bucky barnes (hades/devil) x f!reader

word count: 2.7k

warnings: 18+ ONLY. breaking & entering, ig technically monsterfucking, devil/mortal dynamics a la hades/persephone, dirty talk, teasing, oral (receiving), bucky breaks the wall, pet-names, bucky on his knees for the reader/begging, size kink bc bucky is 6’6 here in my mind, fingering, unprotected sex, power imbalance, possessiveness, this bucky also wears rings and chains and had civil war era hair, idk what else but lmk if i missed anything!!

notes: i wrote this for me, myself, and i <3

The floorboards groaned under your feet as you crept further into your small, New York City apartment. Every creak echoed in your mind, reminding you that he could appear at any moment. That he knew you were home and thinking of him. 

The day weighed heavily on your shoulders, slumped and hunched as you made your way into the tiny kitchen to grab yourself a glass of water. Your muscles ached and begged for some sort of release, but the only release you wanted was his. 

His face was plastered over every news outlet for the past two years, cautioning anyone who may stumble into his path or fall to their knees in front of him in hopes he shows mercy. 

He never does. 

The shower springs to life, spurts of water being the only thing you can hear as you slowly strip your clothes. They fall to the floor unceremoniously where they’ll stay until you find the energy to shove them deep into your hamper. Where you’ll also put off laundry until you run out of clean underwear. 

It’s a dangerous, vicious cycle. 

Everything melts away as you step under the too-hot stream of water. The day runs through your head, along with the too-long list of things you need to do. The bills you need to pay and the commitments you made when you were in a much better mood now plague you. 

“Shit,” you curse under your breath when the stream starts to turn lukewarm. 

You have only a few minutes before it’s ice-cold, spending too much time just standing under the water sulking. A quick lather is all you get before you’re pulling over a large sweater and thick socks. The fabric is long enough to forgo shorts or any type of pants. 

The low hum of traffic on the street fills the living room before you’re on the couch with the TV playing in the background. What you’re really focused on is your phone. No one can stop talking about him, you can’t stop thinking of him. 

It’s driving you mad, keeping him a secret when his face is plastered on every fucking tabloid. Though, you really hope he can’t read minds because you’re sure he wouldn’t be too happy with the thoughts running through yours right now. 

Your nights have been the same. A boring, mundane routine that makes you want to put your head through a wall. But you made a deal. You made a deal with him and whether you like it or not, you’re bound to him. 

Those are the last words that float in your head before you’re drifting off to sleep, entirely unaware of what was about to happen next. 

You groan when you awake, eyelids heavy with sleep as you rub them, adjusting your position only to realize you have a kink in your neck. You’re confused at first, wondering why you’re not in your bed when your eyes flicker to the TV that’s still playing a random episode of something. 

It all clicks as you drag yourself into a sitting position, eyes still adjusting to the darkness after you’ve turned the TV off. The air feels colder and suddenly, the hair on the back of your neck raises like an alert. 

“Hello, my Darling.” His voice flows over you, just above a whisper and you gasp when you realize he’s standing right by your window. 

He turns to face you before cocking his head as a smirk grows across his lips. You’re frozen in place, unable to move as your eyes move over his body. He’s dressed like he always is: black dress pants and a black button down. 

Except tonight, he looks only a little less put together. His hair is mused and tucked behind his ears. The sleeves of his shirt are rolled to expose his forearms and the top few buttons are undone, his dark tattoos just barely visible. 

Your heart kicks in your chest, beating erratically. You still can’t seem to find any words as he makes his way over to you. He towers over you, making you feel like a speck before he bends at the waist to cup your cheek. 

“I’ve missed you,” he purrs, thumb brushing over your cheekbone and you can’t help but lean into his touch because fuck, you’ve missed him too. So goddamn much. 

He stays like that before his thumb moves to your lower lip, brushing over it. Your eyes are locked on his, afraid that if you look away, he’ll disappear like a figment of your imagination. Perhaps you’re still dreaming. 

When he pulls away, it feels like he’s taken a piece of you. You crave him, need to be near him, want his touch. He exudes confidence, watching you with a curious gaze. 

“What’s wrong, Darling?” He asks, though not concerned. He’s amused by your lack of anything. 

You shake your head, quickly standing up and reaching out for him, “I just, I didn’t think you were really here.” 

He smiles, tugging you into his body by your waist until you’re flush with him. He smells exactly the same, a rich woodsy, earthy scent as you smooth your hands over his chest. You know that the man who’s got you in his arms is dangerous, beyond that, even, but you can’t seem to care. 

They always warned you not to make deals with the devil, but they never warned you about how handsome he’d be. 

“I can’t stay away from my girl for long,” he hums. “Not when you’re bound to me.” 

That’s when it hits you, that you’re not only bound to him in this lifetime, but in all others. That no matter what, you’re his and only his. You may not have picked him, but he picked you and that was enough. 

“Did you break into my apartment?” You blurt suddenly, watching the smile erupt on his face along with the sound of his deep laughter. 

“Of course I did.” He replies casually, “What did you expect from the King of the Underworld? Or the Devil as you call it.” 

Something in your chest flutters at the sound of the word, how macabre it really is to be in the arms of the Devil. Yet, in some fucked up way, it excites you. It makes you feel like you’re stuck in an endless loop of mundanity. 

He’s still got you in his arms, fingers running up and down your back as you feel the distinct and heavy weight of the prosthetic one. It sends a chill down your spine and sometimes you wonder if he does that on purpose. 

“Now,” he leans down closer to you. “Are you going to tell me that you’ve missed me too or are you just going to assume I know because of how wet you are already?”

You inhale sharply at his words, curling your toes into the hardwood floors as you tuck your bottom lip between your teeth. His dark eyes don’t waver, steady and trained on you and it makes you squirm. 

“I’ve missed you too,” you whisper, barely audible but you know he’s heard you loud and clear. 

He chuckles deeply, his chest vibrating against your own. In an instant, he’s maneuvered you both so he’s on the couch and you’re perched nicely on his lap. 

“I figured as much, I could smell you from across town, Darling.” He rasps, cupping your jaw once again to hold you close to him. 

It’s these moments that you crave and dream about. Constantly wishing it could be the two of you forever. It’s the silly little fantasy that keeps you going, knowing that he needs you just as bad as you need him. 

“Do you remember last time?” He muses, pulling you closer so your core is nestled right above his. You simply nod your head, too aware of his growing length as he rocks you over him gently. 

“I couldn’t get enough of you, Darling. You have any idea how sweet you are?” He whispers against your cheek, fingers digging into your hips as you grind over him. 

“I dream about you, about how you say my name when I’m at home between your thighs.” His voice has become deeper, more gravelly as you let your head fall back and mouth open. 

His lips are soft and warm against your neck as he leaves open mouthed kisses on your flesh. He’s just as addicting as you remember, and his words leave you dizzy for me. 

“Say my name for me, Darling. Or do you want me to get on my knees and beg you?” He asks and you a moan escapes you. 

Your eyes meet his, dark and hungry, but playful. 

“Beg.” 

He licks his lips as you nod and say again. 

“I want to hear you beg.” 

You’re not sure what’s going to come of this, you’re almost certain you’ll regret it, but right now, you don’t fucking care. The mere idea of seeing him on his knees for you is driving you wild and the throbbing between your legs needs to be dealt with. 

“My girl wants to hear me beg, huh?” He smirks, his sharp canines shining under the moonlight. 

You can only nod your head again, fisting the collar of his shirt before you’re moving with him. Your back hits the cool wall, both of his palms flat against the wall on either side of your head. 

He’s so much taller than you that you have to crane your head upwards just to meet his eyes. He’s menacing, truly evil and yet, you’ve asked him to beg for you. Maybe you’re just as evil, maybe he’s influenced you enough. 

You watch him drop to his knees in slow motion, the floorboards creaking under his weight. You immediately steady yourself on his broad shoulders as he inches your sweater up to expose your stomach. 

“I have never,” he places a kiss to your skin. “In my life,” another hot kiss, “begged for anything.” 

A shudder runs down your body when his fingers trace the outline of your cotton panties, but his words are the true cause of the sensation. To see him on his knees for you is something you’ll never forget. It may be the only thing you’ll ever think about. 

“But for you, my Darling, I’d do just about anything.” He says, hooking his fingers into your panties and pulling them down your legs. 

They’re discarded quickly, your breathing rapid as he hooks a single leg over his shoulder, causing you to sink your nails into the skin of his shoulders. He hisses in pleasure, taking a moment to catch his breath. 

When he looks up at you, his eyes have been entirely consumed by darkness. There is no more light to them and you know there’s no going back. He’s got you pinned against the wall, hot breath against your core as he gives you a sinister smile. 

“My Darling,” he purrs, “I beg you, scream my name so loud everyone knows that you are mine.” 

He doesn’t give you any other warning before his tongue is flat against your pussy. Your head hits the wall so hard you think you’ve dented one or the other, but you don’t care. Not when he’s on his knees eating you out like a God. 

“Oh fuck,” you gasp, grasping onto him even tighter. 

You don’t need to see his face to know he’s smirking, “that’s not what I begged for.” 

Your head is spinning and you feel dizzy already when two thick fingers slip into your entrance, curling so deep inside of you that you lose your breath. His name is on the tip of your tongue, it’s just too bad that he’s stolen your breath. 

“If you want to come, scream my name, Darling.” He says in a tone so soft you could barely tell it was a threat. 

And he’s true to his word, teasing you with slow but meticulous flicks of his tongue in combination with his fingers until you’re on the verge of tears And you think that this must be your purgatory. 

“You can do it, Darling. Say my name and I’ll let you come.” He whispers against your inner thigh, nipping at the sensitive skin. 

“Please,” you’re begging him now, but it doesn’t seem to work. 

A tear slips down your cheek and you’re biting your lip so hard you’ve drawn blood. He’s holding you against the wall with his free arm so squirming is impossible. You’re absolutely stuck.

“Please,” the plea escapes you again. “Please, Bucky.” 

When his name finally leaves your lips, it’s like a bomb goes off. White hot pleasure seeps through every bone in your body and if it wasn’t for Bucky, you’d have collapsed into a pile on the floor. 

He keeps you upright, body pressed firmly against yours as he swallows your cries with his lips against your own. The kiss brings you back to reality, threading your arms around his neck to keep him close. 

“I only ever want to hear my name on your lips, my Darling. No one else’s.” He confesses, breathing just as wildly as you. 

His erection digs against your hip and you’re wild and hungry for him. You’re convinced he can read minds because the next sound you hear is the sound of his belt hitting the floor. 

“Jump,” he commands. 

You do as he catches you, your legs tight around his waist. His eyebrows are furrowed tightly together as he watches you with pure concentration. 

“When I was younger, my mother told me a tale. A tale that I never believed until I met you.” Bucky rasps as your chests meet each others. 

“It was about a fallen angel who fell only to be with a mortal woman. It was said she was so beautiful that he couldn’t stand to be away from her. I always thought it was stupid.” He says with a low growl. 

“Giving up everything for a mortal. I could never understand it.” You feel like your heart is about to burst, Bucky’s dark shadow growing bigger under the moving moon. 

“And then I met you and my world collapsed. I understood the angel then and why he decided to fall. Because if that was the only way I could be with you, well, I’d fall a thousand times, Darling.” 

He fills you in that moment, barely giving you time to adjust. 

“I want to be inside you, filling you up, every goddamn night.” Bucky groans as he fucks you deeply against the wall. 

The wall is shaking, along with all of your decorations with each powerful thrust. You feel secure in his arms, his cock driving against your sweet spot as you tangle your fingers in his hair and tug. 

“I want to be worshipping you every night, Darling. My face between your thighs or buried so deep inside of you that you forget your own fucking name. Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you.” 

Something gives behind your back, but you don’t pay it much attention, too focused on the way Bucky is driving into you like his life depends on it. 

“You’re no longer in my dreams, you haunt me.” He growls before you hear another crack and something splinters. 

And splinters further before you’ve realized that there’s a human sized dent in the wall, that Bucky’s fucked you so hard he’s broken the wall and he’s not stopping until he’s satisfied. 

“I need to feel you squeeze me, baby. Come for me, I’m begging you, put me out of my misery.” Bucky grunts before you’re falling over the edge again, this time, wrapped in him. 

You feel him twitching inside of you, finishing before dropping his forehead onto your shoulder to catch his breath. He looks so human in these moments you wonder if he ever misses it. You hope he doesn’t. 

“We broke the wall. My landlord is going to kill me,” you chuckle breathlessly as Bucky smiles lazily. 

“No he won’t.” Bucky says matter-of-factly as he gently sets you down on your feet. 

You’re wobbly, shaking even, but you manage to find your bearings as you straighten your sweater and let it fall to your thighs, no longer as exposed as you were just seconds ago. Bucky then steps closer, arm around your waist as he tilts your chin up with a finger.

“Come home, my Darling. Come home to me and let me get on my knees for you whenever you please.” 

[talaok]

I can't get the pictures of Joseph trying on Eddie's costume out of my head, he's so... 😩😤

Can you do one where the reader goes to visit him on set and finds him in his Eddie costume? with or without wig you decide

Pairing: Joseph Quinn x fem!reader Warnings: none (just fluff) a/n: Sorry if this is quick

Costumes

Your fingers were rhythmically tapping on the wheel as you drove down the road. there was no music it was just a stupid thing you did when you were excited and happy at the same time. After all, you were gonna see Joe. It's not like you hadn't seen him in a long time it's just that you missed him. missed spending actual time with him. He usually came home very late or had to get up early and for two weeks now it felt like you hadn't seen each other at all. you were working at the cafe during the day and barely had any free time since Marie, the only other waitress, quit. But not today, today you had been given a free afternoon and the only way you wanted to spend it was with him. The huge bag of dirty laundry and all the filthy dishes in the sink could wait if it meant you could hug Joe for even a second. You had no idea how you were gonna get in, you had gone to a set before, the only difference was that he had brought you there. This time, it was just you, a random girl asking to get on the set of(you were just now realizing)one of the most successful tv shows of this era. Nobody even knew who you were, and you didn't know anyone else there. Maybe this hadn't been such a great idea.

"Hi" you said shily to the man standing in front of you "I-" you cleared your throat "I'm here to see my boyfriend" you said, as the man completely ignored you. The man scoffed, like that was a bad joke, as if this was the hundredth time he had heard someone say that. He still wasn't looking at you. "Uhh- Joseph Quinn?" you said with a thin voice He turned his head to you, his hard expression intimidating you. His eyes quickly scanned you, and you became very aware of still being in your work clothes. the coffee stain on your t-shirt suddenly becoming all you could think about. He turned back to his previous position, his face becoming stoic once again. He obviously had taken his decision. You couldn't blame him, after all, he must have seen thousands of crazy fans trying to get in and from his perspective, the messy-haired and dishwasher-smelling girl in front of him was just another one of them. "Look I know this sounds dumb but it's the truth" you said "We've been together for 2 years now, I just wanted to surprise him" you said, exasperated. "Why don't you call him then? Tell him to get here and I'll let you in" his deep voice resonated in the space around you. You exhaled "because, as I said, I wanted to surprise him" You repeated "please" you begged "I've got photos" "I can't let you in" "Whatever" you mumbled as you turned around, this was dumb. You were just gonna go home and pretend it never happened. this was stupid anyway. "y/n?" you stopped in your tracks and turned around. A blonde middle-aged woman was looking at you on the other side of the fence. She looked nice, like she would give you sweets when you look down kinda nice. "Are you y/n?" she asked with a sweet smile. You frowned. "Y-yes, that's me" you answered uncertainly. "Are you here to see Joe?" You paused. What was happening? "I-I'm sorry who are you?" you asked, trying your best to not sound rude. the woman laughed, a genuine laugh, not at you, but at herself. "Oh, I'm sorry, You must think that I'm a crazy lady, don't you?" she smiled "I'm Alice, I'm the costume designer here" she gestured around herself. "Oh" you raised your eyebrows "And, how do you know me?" you asked confused. She laughed again "Are you kidding? All Joe does is talk about you" she explained "and besides, he has a framed photo of you in his trailer, I see you basically everyday honey" Well, now you felt dumb. "Ohhhh" you said, realizing "Sorry if I sounded rude" you apologized. "Oh, don't worry. you weren't." she reassured you. "Joe's with me now, if you want I can bring you to him" she offered, enthusiastically. You grinned widely. This woman was an angel sent from god. "That would be amazing. Thank you" you said entering the set, giving the man from before an, "I told you so" look.

"COSTUMES", that's what the sign on the trailer's door that Alice had just opened said. You were feeling a bit nervous, coming here unannounced, but the woman's nice smile as she gestured for you to come in made you immediately feel better. You stepped in and just as you did were overwhelmed by the number of clothes everywhere, it looked like a hurricane had just swept into the room. "I'm sorry about the mess, we're trying on different costumes today and it always ends up like this" she said, picking up some shirts from a chair and throwing them on a pile of clothes on the ground. you smiled"It's not a problem, don't worry" you waved your hand "It's not like my house doesn't look like this on a daily basis" you joked, earning an amused laugh from her. "I think this is the best one this far" A voice came from the end of the trailer. You turned towards it and your mouth fell open as you saw joe walk out of what seemed like a changing room. "What do you think?" he asked, turning towards Alice, but noticing you as he did so. his eyes widened, surprised, and his mouth formed the widest of smiles "Y/n?" You snorted "That's a look" you said sarcastically, eyeing his outfit. He was wearing a pair of ruined jeans and a black t-shirt with the hellfire club logo on it, all of it topped with a leather jacket covered with a sleeveless jean jacket. This was definitely different from how you were used to seeing him. He grinned " What, you don't like it, sweetheart?" he said, tilting his head to the side while walking closer to you. You smiled "Oh no, I do. it's very you" you joked as he placed his hands on your hips. "just wait 'till you see how I look with the wig on" he whispered against your lips before pulling you in for a soft kiss. God, you had missed him. every time he kissed you, you felt like you traveled to another universe, one where unicorns flew in a sky made of rainbows, and this time was no different. you melted into the kiss as you placed your hands on his chest. you smiled as he pulled away, and blushed slightly when you saw Alice standing behind him, having forgotten completely about her presence. "Wait, What wig?" you asked snapping out of your temporary trance. Joe breathed out a laugh as Alice turned around with an amused smile "You gotta see it" she said, before walking hurriedly to another section of the room. You frowned and smiled excitedly at the same time "You didn't tell me you wore a wig" you murmured, stoking joe's cheek "I wanted it to be a surprise" he said, before leaning down to give you one more quick kiss "I missed you" he murmured sweetly. "I missed you too" "here it is" Alice said triumphantly as she emerged with a full bag. Joe smiled at you before turning to Alice, who was already taking the wig out from the bag "now" she said as Joe got in front of her "This is just a trial one" she said, positioning it on his head "it's not the definitive one" she explained as she perfected the positioning "But still" she smiled "It's something" Joe turned towards you and you couldn't help but burst out giggling. "Hot right?" he asked wiggling his eyebrows. "So hot" you Laughed as you walked closer to him. You immediately brought your hands up to his "new hair".it was extraordinary how much it felt like the real ones. You moved some of his fringe around and touched with your fingers how a lock of the black long hair felt. "Wow" you whispered He smiled "You like it?" You grinned widely "I love it" you whispered before standing on your tip toes and kissing him gently.

[get-shiggy-with-it]

Ch. 1

Shigaraki Birthday Week! MINORS DNI DO NOT PUT THIS ON TIKTOK

Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x fem!reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: reader is marked fem cause Tomura is a little sexist and hates you cause you’re a woman, no pronouns, incel!shiggy, collage au/no quirks, tomura is an asshole, gratuitous swearing, like so much, shiggy has a dirty mouth, mentions of shigs being anxious, let me know if I’ve missed something

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6

Summary: Tomura gets stuck taking an English class to graduate and is partnered with you, a bitchy try hard (his words not mine) for his final project. But over the course of the semester he finds that while he hates everyone, he might hate you just a little...less. 

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The door at the back of the room creaked open and jarred Tomura from his half-sleep state. He didn’t look at who’d bothered to slip into this fucking class late, and instead tried to let the prof’s inane droning on Timothy Whoever The Fuck’s 18th weirdo letter book lull him into day dreaming. 

He only made it about a quarter of the way back into his boredom induced coma until he was dragged unwillingly into wakefulness once more. 

“Sorry, could you plug this in for me?” 

Tomura jumped again when you leaned over to whisper to him, computer charger in one hand, gesturing to the outlet on the wall by his head. You’d left the typical courtesy seat empty between the two of you and he stared blankly at the way you leaned your weight on the vacant chair. 

He recognized you.

The classic, dumbass teacher's pet who was always front and center of the room, iced drink at the ready looking like you belonged on the set of some god awful college b movie. 

Well, almost always. You certainly had that loud ass drink, but you’d tucked yourself at the end of his row towards the back of the room and was clearly a bit embarrassed for bursting in almost 15 minutes late. 

Tomura swallowed hard as your shirt gaped in the front. It took an immense amount of control to not gaze outright into the swell of your chest. 

“You good?” you asked softly, head cocked like you were straight out of a fucking manga panel—tits on display with that stupid innocent, puzzled expression.  

“Uh yeah, sorry,” Tomura mumbled. 

You offered him this gross, clearly fake smile—because why the hell would you be grinning like that if it wasn’t just because you wanted something from him—as he threaded the cord behind his chair and plugged it in. 

“Thanks,” you replied and turned back towards the professor, typing away cause you actually take notes in this class. 

Of fucking course you did. 

Probably trying to impress everyone with how you typed practically every word the prof said. Tomura decidedly did not take notes, and didn’t really pay that much attention in general. Usually he just played some trashy phone game under the desk or dozed with his head against the cement wall. 

It had gotten to that portion of the semester when it was warmer outside but the buildings still had the heat cranked all the way up, especially here in the basement where the classroom was. That environment along with his usual hoodie/joggers combo created grade A napping conditions that Tomura took full advantage of. 

As a rule, he actually cared about school and he did relatively well. But this was just some dumbass liberal arts requirement course that had nothing to do with his actual major, so he was perfectly fine with coasting. Why his comp sci degree required him to take a fucking Restoration era English class, he had no clue. Apparently neither did his advisor other than that the ‘administration recommended it’ so their students would have a ‘well rounded learning experience.’ 

It was almost certainly just a cash grab to make him take more credits than was necessary to graduate, but whatever. He was here now. And so were you. Your presence was overwhelmingly clear, typing away and smelling like one of those insanely specific laundry detergent label scents—fucking rolling meadows and grandmother’s clean linen or something like that. 

He’d never sat this close to you before, but that didn’t stop you from annoying the shit out of him for the previous whole half semester and going since it was just now passing midterms. Long enough for him to have pegged you as a textbook try-hard, pick-me bitch. You contributed to discussion at every opportunity, turned in shit early, and debated other classmates regularly enough to disrupt his in-course sleep schedule. 

The way you dressed pissed him off too, with a particular style that was enough to stand out but not so over the top that it would cause disinterest from any potential mates.

And now you were filling his corner of the room with the overpowering smell of freshly washed hair and demanding he do things for you. 

Fucking disgusting. 

“Tomura Shigaraki.”

He jumped a third time, attention directed from his lap to the front of the room where the prof stood, listing out names from the board. He heard your name next followed by Kai Chisaki. The list was projected on the board as well, grouping everyone into twos or threes with “Final Project Partners” listed in bold Helvetica font at the top. 

Only fucking English profs used Helvetica. 

He vaguely remembered mentions of a final presentation—one of like three grades in this class cause the prof was almost certainly a sadist. 

No, not almost—definitely. Otherwise he wouldn’t have stuck him with you and that weirdo Kai pre-med student who insisted on acting so elitist you’d think he already had his fucking M.D. 

One time he asked Tomura to move seats at the start of the semester because he looked “dirty” and Kai liked to sit in the back—which, fair enough, it wasn’t like Tomura showered as frequently as he probably should but what the fuck??  

With you rushing in late, chest out and panting every now and again from your apparent sprint across campus, Tomura was certain he’d be subjected to a whole 6 weeks of watching you try to mount that fucking Kai dude instead of actually working. 

This was going to be a nightmare. 

From the end of the table, he saw you shifting and turned to find that stupid fucking smile flashed his way once again. 

If you had a tail, he’d bet it would be wagging. 

“Hey, well that’s convenient,” you chuckled and plopped down directly next to him, sliding your noisy ass drink across the table with you and brushing against his thigh when you shifted your bag to the side. 

“Yeah,” he nodded.

It most certainly was not. 

But Tomura would never say that because—as his roommate put it so kindly—he was kinda a pussy. 

People made him nervous, they always had. That’s why he liked computers so much. Code made sense, there were clear rules and when something didn’t work out, he could fix it eventually, but you couldn’t see people’s codes. You had to fucking guess at shit and it made his anxiety skyrocket which the sides of his neck and finger tips suffered for. 

So he cowered like the fucking dog you probably thought he was instead and kept his eyes on the floor, letting you set up in silence. 

“Who was our third?” you asked, glancing around the room. “Sorry, I was busy making a shared drive and I came in  late so I missed that last bit.”

Why the hell did you feel the need to apologize all the goddamn time? Seriously, who would believe you were actually sorry for being irritating as hell. 

And god if he thought you were irritating. 

“Kai,” he grumbled simply as the man in question sauntered over to the table and fucking Clorox wiped down the seat before sitting.  

Tomura watched your smile falter just a bit and grinned inwardly at the slip in your fake little persona. But you didn’t say anything more, just moved your chair back so the three of you were in a semi-circle and pulled up a few pdfs on your laptop. 

“Cool, so I was looking over the directions on the syllabus last week and I set up a little work delegation thing so we can distribute everything pretty evenly,” you jumped right in, tone matter of fact in the down-to-business manner he was used to hearing from you during class discussions. 

It was better than you so clearly forcing yourself to be overly polite, and he honestly couldn’t really care less if you wanted to take charge of this thing. You seemed kinda bossy, but he begrudgingly admitted that your suck up behavior did mean you sort of knew what you were talking about. He was just here to pass and you might actually make that a lot easier. 

It was okay as long as he was taking advantage of you, he told himself. And you would be too stupid to notice, so he could play your game and play pretend nice all the way to an A. 

That walking condescension on the other hand— 

“I’m not doing that,” Kai huffed through his ever-present mask. 

Tomura wasn’t actually sure he’d ever seen the bastards face without it. 

“What?” you laughed awkwardly. “Yes you are, you don’t really have much of a choice.” 

You stared at your classmate who simply stared right back with his own, equally confused expression. 

“Why do you look so surprised?” you asked after a moment of silence. 

You weren’t smiling anymore and your voice had dropped down about a fucking octave. At least you sounded more like a person and not some wannabe uwu gamer bitch.

“People don’t talk to me like that,” Kai looked at you down his nose, legs spread wide and elbow resting on his knees. 

Tomura could feel the pretentiousness wafting from him in waves, and waited with bated breath for you to get kicked off your pedestal. Just a bit though, he did need you around to do most of his work for this thing. 

But in a shocking turn of events, you just laughed dryly twice and turned back to your laptop screen, mumbling as you did. 

“Really? Well they should.” 

Tomura would have laughed too, but he didn’t feel like inflating your ego. Kai on the other hand looked a bit like you’d just spit on shoes and furrowed those stupid, plucked thin eyebrows at the back of your head. 

“So Tomura, you code right?” you asked, turning away from Kai completely to address him. “I just remember you saying you were in comp sci when we did introductions.” 

He was taken aback by the knowledge that he existed as a person in your head outside of this room for a moment and simply nodded—suddenly feeling far too hot in his black on black sweats and hoodie. 

God just talking to you made his skin burn. 

“Great, cause we’re allowed to chose the medium we present in and I was thinking of taking it in a more creative direction cause I’ve had this prof before and he eats that shit up,” you begin to ramble again, scrolling through a bulleted list, shifting the screen for him to see. 

“Right,” he murmured, still surprised you’d thought this far and not...actively hating what you’d brainstormed. 

Well, it was a bit juvenile and you clearly didn’t know what you were talking about but the concept wasn’t horrendous. He could work with that and it shouldn’t be too hard. It kinda seemed like you’d overestimated a bit with how challenging it would actually be and saddled yourself with most of the heavy lifting. That or you were just a control freak which was a little more believable.

He wished you would stop looking at him over the edge of the screen. He could feel himself starting to sweat. Rivulets falling down the nape of his neck and racing across his bare chest under the sweatshirt. Tomura sorta regretted not wearing a shirt underneath but he knew that he wouldn’t have taken off the insulating layer even if that had been an option. 

It would just mean you had more drying, pale as fuck skin to look at and judge him for because he knew that’s what you were doing. Fucking vapid and shallow like everyone else. 

“It’s really rough so far, but I have it the gist outlined,” you indicated to another tab and then turned back to Kai who had been sitting silently glaring daggers into your back. “So, Kai, since you’re in STEM I figured you’d be okay with doing more of the preliminary research—”

“I don’t think so,” Kai interrupted, shaking his head and pushing off his knees to lean back in the cheap, plastic seat. “Look, it’ll be easier for all of us if you two just make it look pretty and I can handle the oral presentation.” 

You gaped and looked to Tomura with this pathetic fucking incredulous stare, like you thought he’d back you up. 

Which actually, now that he thought about it was probably a good idea—he did need you to remain somewhat cordial with him—but he certainly didn’t care enough to defend you in any way. Kai was a dick, sure, but he wasn’t gonna let you rope him into being your white knight or whatever. 

He settled for a similarly disgruntled downward twitch of his lips. The movement pulled at the cracking skin which stung as it tore open even more. Tomura felt the familiar crawling feeling on his neck and shifted in his seat to resist the urge to scratch. 

He couldn’t pinpoint why exactly you staring at him was so uncomfortable. He didn’t like you, he didn’t care about you and by extension didn’t give two shits what you thought of him, but anything he might have said shriveled on his tongue when you spoke or looked in his eyes too long. 

Tomura had never made a habit of talking to females and they certainly had never wanted anything to do with him either. 

Maybe he was fucking allergic or something. 

Whatever the case, you seemed to take his half frown as a sign of solidarity and leaned back in your own seat. 

“Okay, look,” you retorted. “If you’re seriously not gonna at least try to cooperate, then there is actually an option to do the project by yourself and I suggest you take it.” 

The look on your face was distinctly impolite. There was a sharpness to the set of your jaw that Tomura had never seen before, but it looked practiced enough that he could bet it was simply the snake that resided in every woman just waiting to come out. 

“Look sweetheart—” that masked jerk began, also for some fucking reason looking to Tomura for support. 

For someone who was very much used to blending into the background scenery, this was the most eye contact Tomura had ever made in a day. 

Except on the rare occasions his roommate had friends over and he had to make the dreaded trek from his room to reach the fridge. 

“Oh yeah I’m not doing that,” you closed your laptop sharply and rolled your eyes. “I get it, but I’m really just trying to graduate. I don’t think this is going to work out and you,” Tomura froze as you shifted your gaze to him once again, “seem okay, so Tomura and I can just work this out by ourselves and you can find a different group.” 

Kai scoffed behind the black layer of fabric covering his mouth and slung his backpack over his shoulder. “Whatever.” 

Tomura watched him saunter straight out the door as the room was filled with the shuffling of notebooks and zipping of backpacks. 

“God,” you huffed and turned back to him. 

His raw skin burned under the new wave of heat and accompanying moisture that slicked his skin when you scooted closer to him. That clean laundry and shampoo smell was suffocating from this proximity. 

Did you fucking bathe in the stuff? 

He was becoming increasingly aware of his less than pleasant aroma and the fact that you not scrunching your nose up in disgust just out of some stupid, ingrained need to appease him. 

“Well, that was...weird,” you chuckled in a way that was probably meant to break the tension. 

Unfortunately Tomura felt more like he was about to break out in hives if you came any closer so it really just ended up making the atmosphere ten times more awkward. At least for him. You, somehow, remained resolutely unaware. 

“Mhm,” he hummed in response and picked silently at the skin of his fingers. 

“Anyway, I have a meeting in a few but we can trade numbers and pick a time to meet up sometime tomorrow maybe?” you suggested, quickly saving the steadily degrading vibes of the conversation and pulled out your phone. 

He really hated the full body pulsation that rushed through him at the thought of getting a girls number. It made him fucking sick at himself for falling into your stupid trap to get him interested. Was your plan to just use him to get a good grade or whatever and then block his texts?

It wasn’t like Tomura didn’t know about his status as the class ‘freak.’ That one guy everyone whispers about and makes sure not to sit next to. And he knows you know, so why the hell else would you act so nice?

He wanted to say something scathing in return. That he could do the whole thing by himself too—which he definitely couldn’t but that was irrelevant—and that he didn’t need you bossing him around either. 

“Sure thing,” he said instead and took your offered phone all too eagerly, typing in his number and watching as you shot off a text back so he’d have yours. 

His phone buzzed against his thigh and he jumped a fourth time, but you seemed not to notice as you packed your bag and grabbed your basic ass drink. The ice clattered against the tumbler, dropping cool condensation against the searing skin of his hand. 

Tomura shivered as you waved over your shoulder and slipped out the door with another rush of students. 

He sat silently in the empty room for a moment, trying to process the last hour. He pinched himself idly, wondering if it had all been just a weird dream, but the results were inconclusive. A minute or two passed before he pulled out his phone to scroll through the list of reddit and discord notifs to find your text. 

Unknown Number:

— pEopLe DoN’t TaLK tO mE liKE ThAt 

— not very plus ultra of him...smh

— anyway, library at 6 tomorrow ?

 Tomura caved, digging his nails into the side of his neck and hissed at the pain, confirming the day's horrible reality. 

[plumknodel]

i miss the voltron dirty laundry era where the ff author had to post an apology for writing a lance and his family sing along to gasolina in their car scene because it was generalising latinos