#it's short but sweet :')

[galoogamelady]

When you go to the wrong restaurant...

[rambosgirl]

Hello!! I've been reading and rereading your Rambo fics and I crave another meal!

Could I request something (hcs or a one shot) where Rambo comes back injured and Reader takes care of him? Maybe even kissing a cut on his cheek, saying it’ll heal faster?

Thank you in advance 💜

Awww that's so sweet of you to say, and I'm so glad you enjoy my work! Another meal you shall have my dear <3

You heard the front door open, the sound of heavy boots thudding inside your home setting off a warm feeling in your heart. John was back.

He recently got a job at a lumber yard just outside of town, where he was gone for most of the day.

You stood in the kitchen, stirring the soup you prepared on the stove. John walked in, silently hugging you from behind as you added more seasoning. You hummed gently, reveling your husband's touch. Once you were done, you turned around in his arms to face him. You were about to say something when you saw it.

Across John's cheek was a cut. It was mostly scabbed over, but still fresh. It traveled from the bridge of his nose to the middle of his cheek.

"Oh dear! John, where did this come from?" You tried to keep your surprise inside, but it was hard when he was hurt. You reached your hand to his cheek, making sure not to brush the cut.

He enveloped your hand with his, saying your name gently.

"It's okay. Really," he assured.

"Okay, but just to be sure," you said before getting on your tiptoes and planting a gentle kiss on his cheek.

He looked at you quizzically, as if unsure of how to react.

"What? It'll make it heal faster."

His confusion melted into a loving gaze as he pulled you into a hug.

"You're too good for me," he mumbled into your hair.

"That's debatable," you teased lightly, "Now go wash it. My kisses can only do so much."

Reluctantly, he released you, his hands lingering at your waist for a moment longer before he nodded and turned toward the sink.

You watched him hunch over with exhaustion over the sink, starting to wash his face. His silence spoke volumes, but you had learned to give him space when he needed it. He had his own way of dealing with pain, whether physical or emotional.

You dished up soup for the both of you, placing it on the table before joining John at the sink with a washcloth. You held it under the warm water for a moment before dabbing it on the cut.

"You don't have to fuss," he mumbled.

"I know, but I want to," you said softly, continuing your work. "You better get used to someone else caring for you for a change."

A comfortable silence washed over both of you as you finished cleaning his cut. When you were done, you settled your hands on the sides of his face, your thumbs brushing against his unshaven jaw. He leaned into your touch, soaking up the affection you offered.

"Thank you," he said, his voice low. You could hear the emotion behind it - he wasn't just thanking you for your physical care, but for the gentleness and safety you brought him when he so often felt unsafe.

You smiled, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek. "I'll always be here to help you," you whispered. John looked at you like it was the first time he had laid eyes on you, trying to memorize everything about you at that moment.

You hesitated, giving him time before breaking the embrace taking his hand, and leading him to the table.

"Now all you need is this soup. It's so good it'll fix everything," you quipped.

"It better," he replied with a smile as he sat down.

You were right. The soup did make him feel better.

But not as much as you did.

[deer-motif]

dean's birthday bash // genius of love (long version), tom tom club

I figured, why not celebrate Dean's journey with how it began? also I adore s1 Dean so

@chocolatecakecas

[chronal-anomaly]

@byanyan asked:

❝ you need to stop interrupting my monologues. ❞

"You've had four monologues in the past hour about the fascism and the police. At some point you gotta do your warmups." Lena interrupted again, know exactly what it looks like when Byan was trying to get out of doing something. Convincing them to do anything that they didn't want to was a feat sometimes.

"Now, take break from dismantling the system and go for your mile. Then you can come back and tell me more about how to take down the man."

[verybadatwriting]

The Healer 3

Teen!ReaderxAvengers

Summary: Y/n helps heal the Rift caused by the Sokovia Accords.

Warnings: Injuries, medical stuff (no needles)

Notes:

Gn!reader

Word count: 726

Two weeks after you got to the Tower, after you had gotten a hold of the rhythm, you learned most people’s names, and you learned more about the Cap Vs. Tony rift. Today you were hanging out in the living room People Watching. 

It was interesting to observe how people went about their daily life. Even though you knew the Avengers probably weren’t the most normal sample, it was still fascinating. Today you fixated on one guy. He walked with leg braces and seemed bitter towards Steve’s side of the team.

He sat with his back towards you, watching the news. From here you could see the problem was in his spine. The injury glowed gold, as all do. Focusing even more you could make out exactly what the problem was. You closed your eyes and focused on this sixth ‘injury’ sense you had.

Floating in your mind’s eye, you could see the problem in detail. It seemed like some blunt-force trauma had nearly completely crushed the spine, and thus the connections to the legs. It would take about three hours for you to completely fix. For him, it would never heal.

Further investigation led to the realization that he was probably in a lot of pain. Despite still having his legs attached, he was suffering from phantom limb pain. That, along with the stress of relying on his upper body was a life of pain.

“Y/n?” A voice asked. You opened your eyes. The man was still in his chair. 

“Yeah?” You asked,

“Could you grab the remote?”

“Sure.” You hopped up and brought it to him. He switched the channel to some cop drama.

“Okay,” You said during a commercial break, “This is gonna sound a little weird, but please bear with me.”

He nodded, slightly unsure.

“So, has Stark explained my powers?” 

“Not in great detail, why do you ask?”

“Uh…” You hesitated and then quickly replied. “Because I think I can heal you. Also what’s your name?” A moment of shocked silence.

“I thought… Huh. It’s James Rhodes. Are you sure? I’ve had this since over a year ago, it’s not the type of thing that heals. Doesn’t it just transfer to you?” 

“I’ve healed way older stuff than that, it’ll be fine.” You bluffed.

“That would just shift being paralyzed to you.”

“Nope. I can fix almost anything. I once dragged a guy off of death’s doorstep.”

“When would you do it?”

“I was thinking we could head down to the Med Bay right now, unless you have other plans.” And so you two walked to the Med Bay. You wanted to be there so you could update Dr. Cho on his condition, and so that she’d be there in case you needed pain meds or something similar. Also, she’d never seen your powers in action before and was very interested.

She hooked both of you up to machines that monitored seemingly everything. Rhodes laid face down on a medical examination table, and you sat in a raised chair beside him. Slowly you set your hands on his lower back, and you both felt a warm sensation as the injury was lifted from one body and flowed into another. 

“Describe the feeling.” Dr. Cho said, watching the screens, the charts, you and Rhodes all at the same time.

“It’s warm.” Rhodes said.

“Like a glow.” You added.

“It’s like a weight was lifted off my shoulders.” 

"Keep talking." She prompted.

“I can’t feel anything waist-down.” You laughed, “This is up there for one of the weirdest sensations out there. It’s not even tingly like pins and needles. I can feel my spine already repairing itself. Only about two hours and fifty-eight minutes left!” You said cheerfully.

“It’s one of the most amazing things I’ve ever felt.” He paused, and clarified, “Feeling after not feeling for so long is weird.”

“Can you sit up, James?” Dr. Cho asked.

“I think so.” And sure enough, he sat up. Dr. Cho looked on in amazement.

“This is a truly wonderful gift, Y/n.” She said.

“Mhmm.” You hummed, in a considerable amount of pain.

 During hour one you regained some feeling in your legs. 

In hour two the pain faded.

Half an hour after that you could stand in place.

The third hour was devoted to re-learning how to walk.

Hour four was spent planning how to best surprise Tony.

Part 2, Part 4

[beevean]

Castlevania: Harmony of Dissonance

Successor of Fate (Variation)

[midnightmah07]

A wishing well ✨

Peering down into the still waters of the well, Poppy pulled out a penny. Small doves had gathered around the well which didn't seem to be out of the ordinary since she was in a forest.

Maybe it was the shinning penny that caught their eye, or they were maybe simply thirsty.

Nonetheless it didn't matter, carefully reaching out a small finger she pet one beside her. Animals always did seem comfortable around her so she had no problem interacting with usually timid ones in nature.

"wanna know a little secret? "

One dove of the bunch cooed in response to which she chuckled.

"They say that this is a real wishing well! Normally I heard that a princess once told her wish to this well. She wished for true love and the wish was fulfilled in seconds! "

Taking out of her excitement, she felt one of the doves nudging her.

"that is the way she did it. But I believe all you need to do is cause the water to ripple. Besides, my wish won't come true if I tell you. I'm suppose to keep it to myself so I don't jinx it."

Simply putting A finger against her lips, Poppy made a shushing sound and she flipped the coin into the well. Watching the water ripple in response.

A few seconds later a voice called out, familiar lavendar hair coming into view.

Taking his hand in hers, he began dragging her along.

"Come on! We don't get to hang often now that we are at seperate schools. "

Poppy simply smiled, letting Epel drag her wherever he wanted.

Maybe her wish would come true, not that you can know of it ;).

THAT'S SO CUTE AWW I LOVE THAT???? HOLDS THEM GENTLY KISSES THEIR FOREHEADS TUCKS THEM IN BED ALL WARM AND COZY...... THEY'RE SO ADORABLE THEY DESERVE THE WORLD

[just-a-funny-little-brain]

Death, Again

Critical Role: Bells Hells, Laudna, 880 words

Summary: Laudna is greeted by the Raven Queen's Champion.

tw: death, canonical character death

Read it on ao3

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Laudna was greeted this time.

That was the first thing she noticed. The silhouetted figure was tall, a cloak obscuring the details of their form as they approached. 

The second thing she noticed was the calm. It was almost comforting, even. The chaos of the battle preceding it—

Dust blowing. Yells. Run, Laudna! Orym falling. Ashton running. Feet against dirt street until—

Now, it was still. Dark, but she could still see. Silhouettes of trees scattered through the distance— or were they nearby? Last time... well, she didn’t want to think about last time.

After a time (what is time when you’re dead?), the figure stopped. Closer now, Laudna assumed, though their size hadn’t changed. She could see more detail now. The cloak was rough, made of some overlapping material. Scales? Feathers? The figure had long, flowing dark hair, somehow visible against the dark sky. Their face… they had the head of a raven, yet also a humanoid. She squinted through the overlapping illusions.

“Welcome,” the figure said. He had a smooth, calming voice.

“Hello,” Laudna replied, feigning confidence she did not feel. “Erm… where am I, if i may ask?”

The figure looked at her. “I think you know.” 

He began extending a hand towards her, then stopped. He took another step closer, the raven head fading into his humanoid one. Half-elf, she could see now. Gently, he cupped her chin with his hand and tilted it up towards him. 

“You’ve been here before.”

A statement, not a question. Laudna blinked, then nodded anyway.

“You weren’t here last time.”

The figure sighed. “I know. I did see you, though.”

“What? How?”

The figure dropped his hand from her face. “It does not matter. This was many, many years ago. I was someone else then.”

Laudna cocked her head. “So was I. Tell me.”

He looked at her for a moment, before looking intently into the distance, examining something unseen.

“My name then was Vax’ildan,” he said, meeting her eyes again. “Myself and my… compatriots had traveled to Whitestone to remove the Briarwoods. When we arrived, we found figures waiting for us on the Suntree.” He sighed. “Including you.” He looked away. 

Laudna breathed out an “Oh”. Then, “You were part of Vox Machina. I stayed in the area for a little while, you know. I heard about you. People really liked you.”

Vax’ildan bowed his head. “I am so sorry that happened to you.” He took a breath and met her eyes once more. “And I am sorry that I was not there to greet you. But I am now. Come.” He turned and began to walk away.

Laudna bounded after him. “I have so many questions. Did you really—“

Vax’ildan held up his hand to silence her, then paused, as if listening intently.

“It seems… it seems now is not your time. Your thread had broken, but it is being repaired.” He turned and looked her in the eyes, the sudden intensity startling her. “You have some very lucky friends who love you deeply. Treasure that, and never let them go.“

Laudna? Laudna, please. 

Imogen’s voice whispered through the darkness, growing stronger with each word. 

We need you. I need you. 

Laudna glanced around, trying to pinpoint the source of the voice, but Imogen was nowhere to be seen.

I can’t… I can’t do this alone. I don’t want to do this alone. Not without you. Never without you.

She looked back at her guide. Vax’ildan looked back at her, a small smile on his lips.

“I don’t want to see you or your friends here for a long time. I have a feeling you will do great things. Now, go.” He gestured behind her, and where there had previously been nothing but darkness, there was now a pinprick of gentle light, quickly growing larger and brighter.

Laudna turned towards the light, barely daring to approach it.

“And Laudna?”

She glanced over her shoulder at him. The light illuminated his face and the feathered cloak now.

“Tell Orym that Will says hi.”

And with that, the blinding light engulfed her, pulling, forcing out her non-existent breath, piercing—

A desperate, ragged breath of air filled Laudna’s lungs, and she barely had time to open her eyes as a blur of purple hair nearly smothered her again.

“Imogen?” She forced out through a parched, scratchy throat.

“Oh gods, Laudna, we thought we had lost you for good,” Imogen said her voice muffled by fabric and tears.

Brushing the hair from her face, Laudna looked up. Ashton, sitting slumped against a wall, face buried in their hands. Fearne, right by Laudna’s shoulder, looking at her very intently. FCG, standing nearby, the white glow of their eyes fading to their normal blue. Orym, standing a respectful distance away, knuckles white, clutching the edge of his shield, his face unreadable. Dorian behind him, hand on the halfling’s shoulder.

“Oh.” She looked down, now noticing something soft in her hand. Paté looked back at her, and she smiled. “Thank you,” she said, quietly. “Thank you, all of you.”

“Of course,” Fearne said. “We couldn’t just leave you. Ashton keeps saying, ‘Nobody gets left behind,’ so we weren’t about to leave you.”

And Laudna could have sworn, somewhere, distantly, she heard a raven caw its approval.

[lovevalley45]

wrote smth with one of my OCs for international ace day n i lowkey wanna post it but like... would anyone read it?

[elrondperedel]

Well, I heard you're back together and if that's true You'll just have to taste me when he's kissin' you If you want forever, I bet you do (I bet you do) Just know you'll taste me too

SABRINA CARPENTER and JENNA ORTEGA — Sabrina Carpenter: Taste (Official Video)

[bevsi]

now I’m gone but ur still layin 🤷🏼‍♀️ next to me 1 degree of separation 🤷🏼‍♀️

[hanavbara]

Carpenter News: Sabrina Loves To Be On Top 📰☕️💋

prints available! 💫

[dangeroustaintedflawed]

sabrina carpenter for SKIMS, april 2024 ౨ৎ⋆˚｡♱⋆ ‎ ‎

[sukunasteeth]

Sukuna has never said no to you.

It didn’t matter what the request was, simple or complicated, easy to fix or a days-long job, Sukuna was always at your side, completing the task as fast as he needed to to keep you satisfied. He would love to deny it, you’re sure, but evidence proves time and time again that he puts your needs and wants at the top of his priority list. 

And you were curious how far you could go with it.

The two of you are sitting in your underwear at the breakfast nook, warming yourselves in the bay window while the morning sun starts on the leftover night time chill. It wasn't quite time for breakfast, still too early for the both of you. In the meantime, you sip on your morning brews, preserving the comfortable silence. Sukuna is flipping through the day's newspaper, his eyes are groggy with sleep and he hasn't said more than a handful of words to you yet. He wasn't a morning person.

You were starting to change that.

"Kuna," You call to him, nudging him with your foot from your corner of the window bench.

"Hmm?" He doesn't look up from the paper, but his hand reaches down and grabs your foot, pulling it into his lap. His thumbs start to subconsciously knead at your muscles.

"I want these." You hold up your phone, which you had previously been scrolling through in an attempt to find something ridiculous for this exact moment. You were sure you had found it, something even Sukuna would find unnecessary. 

And yet, he merely glances at your screen, takes in the sight for all of two seconds, and then returns his attention to whatever news article he was in the middle of.

"My wallet's on the counter." He clears the sleep from his throat not sparing a second look. 

You blink at him in surprise.

"D-Did you even see what it is?" You flip your phone around to make sure you were displaying the correct thing. 

Sukuna is frowning before he looks up again, curious at your persistence. He gently cups your hand, bringing it only a minuscule amount closer to examine your screen a second time. 

You were on one of the most luxurious brand’s websites, showing him an incredibly regular pair of panties, no straps, no details, all black- with one of the most outrageous price tags you had ever seen for something so ordinary. 

Sukuna cocks a brow at you over your phone, "Can't imagine you need more panties when you're constantly stealing my boxers. But whatever, hand it over. I know my card number-"

"Kuna," You interrupt him with a surprised laugh, holding fast to your phone when he tries to pluck it out of your hands, "they're a thousand dollars."

He glances back, his eyes focusing lower on the screen where you know the price tag to be. The newspaper in his hands drops down, momentarily forgotten by what he sees. For a moment, you think you've found his limit.

"Wait, are those red one's assless?" He points just below the price, where the recommended products are depicted. "Get those too."

You drop the phone down so that he meets your eyes, which are wide with shock.

Sukuna always took care of you. Always insisted on being the provider of any single thing that you may need; a warm meal, a soft bed, anything your eyes twinkled at that was available for purchase- even if you would never think of buying or owning it. Granted, you never wanted much in terms of material possessions, so you didn't realize the true extent of Sukuna's leniency until now.

It was slightly intimidating, and part of it felt wrong. Sukuna had money, plenty of it, but that didn’t mean he should feel the need to spend copious amounts of it on you just because you could ask him to. He was giving you too much power, it felt like.

You huff through your nose, frowning at him, which only has him tilting his head further to the side in question.

You ignore it, setting your phone onto the window seat and crawling your way closer to him, until you can gather up his face in your hands and lock his gaze into yours.

He glares at you past smushed cheeks, but doesn't make a move to break free of your hold, humoring you. "The hell are you doing-"

"You know you don't always have to say yes to me?"

Now that has him taken aback. His mouth automatically opens for a witty response, but your question seems to have effectively taken the words from his mouth. You can see the cogs in his head turning, and what you wouldn't give to peer inside his mind and hear his thoughts.

It takes him a moment, but eventually that familiar confident smile stretches across his sleepy face. His hands seem to instinctively slide their way up your bare legs until his fingers grip your hip bones, pressing into you. 

He hums, "When have you ever said no to me?"

You scoff, ready to give him a prime example, but end up coming up short. The two of you loved to tease each other with disobedience, but in the end you were eager to give Sukuna anything his heart desired. You loved to please him, it was one of your favorite things to do, in fact.

"You never ask anything ridiculous of me." You remind him, smiling as one of his warm hands slides back down your waist and dips into the pair of his boxers you were sporting that day. 

"You know what's ridiculous?” His voice wraps around your throat, and suddenly has you swallowing past the delicious grip. You're folding into him before you even realize it, at the mercy of his calloused hands. "The implication that I wouldn't do just about anything for you."

You can't help but sigh hopelessly, although it comes out as a desperate noise that pleads him for more. You really were all his, just like he loved to tell you.

"Now hand me your phone." It's a whisper, coaxing you. "I wanna see you in red."

You can’t say no. 

At least it was mutual.

[daylifesims]

SHORT N' SWEET SET - Please

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[br3akfestattiffanys]

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