#mediocre daydreams

[foreverindreamlandd]

Thank you so much for adding Awake My Soul! <3

𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐬

📌 jen's favs 📎 drabbles 🔒angst 🌷fluff

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

under oath @ugh-supersoldiers

(series) the world needs someone to blame for the deaths that hydra facilitated for decades, and the target is on the back of the former winter soldier. the case is going to trial, and seemingly the guilt ridden bucky barnes can’t care less about the verdict.🌷🔒📌📌

café crema @wonderlandmind4

(series) the first time was an accident. the second time was coincidence. the third time is just unlucky. the fourth time is getting out of hand and the fifth may or may not be with intent. otherwise known as The One Where He Spills Her Coffee. (modern! au) 🌷

guiding light @wkemeup

(series) it was supposed to be a simple mission. get the intel and go home. until everything goes wrong and you’re taken captive by hydra. while you struggle to stay alive and hold your sanity, bucky begins to lose himself to a darkness and gives into the soldier because he doesn’t know how to breathe without you. not until he brings you home. if he even can. 🌷🔒🔒📌📌

two sides of the same coin @anonymityisfunwriter

(series) you've been in hydra isolation your entire life, and sam is tasked to watch over you. bucky can't understand how you came out of hydra so optimistic and decides he hates you because of it. as you integrate into society, the avengers team, and SHIELD politics, bucky ends up being your biggest supporter. (inspired by taylor swift songs) 🌷🔒📌

not happening @notimetoblog

(series) an online dating site clearly makes a mistake when it matches you with the one person you cannot stand. 🌷📌

tell me which one is worse (living or dying first) @nightowlwriting

(11k) you are in love with bucky barnes. for a long time, the both of you were joined at the hip but then your team stops being paired with his on missions. he stops inviting you over for movie nights. when it finally looks like things are looking up, you hear bucky talking with steve and... it's not good. 🌷🔒📌

safe with me @bitsandbobsandstuff

(series) when an unknown threat enters your life, protection is offered at the highest level. as bucky barnes comes into your life, the game changes, and you realize falling for the man tasked with keeping you safe is the last thing you expected.  (bodyguard! bucky x journalist! reader) 🔒📌

heart of steel @invisibleanonymousmonsters

(series) sir james is known throughout the lands as the most fearsome and honorable warrior. ballads have been written about him. men fear him. he is the most trusted knight of the king henry. so why has he given up the glories of war and pledged his loyalty to princess y/n? 🌷🔒

just one kiss @sarahwroteathing

(series) bucky barnes has been chasing after you since he was ten years old, but you’re determined not to give in. how long can you hold out when all he’s asking for is just one kiss? (40′s happy ending AU) 🌷🔒📌

pin it @buckysbabygorl

(1.6k) reader will fight barnes until she wins. bucky isn’t complaining, problem is he can’t resist pinning her to the floor. 🌷

better @captainscanadian

(series) dr. james barnes has it all: a loving family, caring best friends, and a successful career as one of the best heart surgeons in new york. he has everything he ever wanted his whole life… well, almost everything. one thing he never thought he could ever have was y/n y/l/n. she may have been a lot of things, but he loved her because she made him better. (modern! au) 🌷🔒

looped @softlybarnes

(15.2k) you are inadvertently trapped in a time loop without any memory of the last five years, including your relationship with bucky. but bucky would stay in the loop forever, explain everything again each day, if it meant getting to stay by your side. 🔒📌

you’re a what now? @floatingpetals

(1.6k) sometimes bucky’s girl is just a little, tiny tiny oblivious and doesn’t realize who she’s talking to. and sometimes she can say the darndest things. 🌷

i need him like water @pellucid-constellations

(3.1k) you think bucky’s having an affair. he thinks… well you aren’t sure what he thinks. but he must notice the living room light is left on. every night. 🔒📌

perfect @thesnowsoldierwrites

(3.5k) in which you and bucky have slowly become inseparable, and someone mistakes you for a married couple. 🌷

i’ll be there for you @aries-writingblog

(4.8k) even though they’re best friends, bucky can’t seem to trust himself enough to move in with y/n. 🌷

to build a home @fanficimagery

(5.7k) imaging being rescued from a djinn and having a hard time readjusting to reality after living a lifetime of an almost perfect life. 🔒

awake my soul @foreverindreamlandd

(series) (78k) it’s been five years since zombies first started walking the earth. when you stumble across two young, scared boys lost and being chased by walkers, you go against your better judgment and help them to safety. little did you know that helping them would lead you to bucky - an angry, grumpy, distrusting member of the camp shield. 🌷🔒📌

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

im devastated. i got a microwaveable curry from costco and. its not good. Why

[alackofghosts]

years and years and years ago, dad would leverage his #influencer status to get access to various theatre companies' archived recordings and rerecord them on vhs. a lot of it was terrible because. that's just how theatre is when you see a lot of it, but man i miss the days of being able to rewatch some... the things i would do for a chance to see paunvere poisid again (and again)

[daisywords]

they should make a support group for people who love to sing but are cursed with mediocre voice

[holdinbacksecrets]

kitchen cabinets, green

sheer curtains, a gift from your mother

tile floors, white and black

cats perched on window sills

chai tea mornings

wait, the coffee

drip drip

big pan, 6 eggs

big plate, slices of toast

jam jar open, strawberry rhubarb

bare thighs, seated at the kitchen table

white t shirt, yours

quiet, sharing smiles

quiet, but humming tunes

quiet, a love-consumed room

[rosy-eyedsweetpea]

I am not a good artist, but I want to post some of my drawings here. The characters I draw the most are my “alter-egos” and how I imagine them. I’ve created them as a way to calm myself down, like, have a role to play when I am feeling a certain way, and they embody VERY specific parts of my being, maybe a bit flanderized (hope I am using that word right.)

So, does anyone want to see my drawings? I am shy about them, but I really want them to be seen.

[sunshine-sparkle]

[14thgalerie]

harry potter reads.

marauder's era

sirius black —

what side are you on? by @lustsickforyou

you deserve love, too by @fourmoony

attention by @igncrantbliss

two strangers by @inpraizeof

all i want by @maraudersjukebox

heart stamp by @shadowbriar

don't leave by 14thgalerie (of course, i had to put myself here)

james potter —

you’re unbelievable by @livinginshambles

you don’t really like me, you just think you do by @perpetuallydaydreaming

time warp series by @astonishment

walk you home by @astonishment

why didn’t we work out by @astonishment

i’ve got plans, sorry by @livinginshambles

i want to be loved first by @livinginshambles

no longer yours by @singmyaubade

you’re losing me series by @astonishment

25 by 14thgalerie

shampoo thief by 14thgalerie

i peeled my orange today by 14thgalerie

remus lupin —

wherever you stray, i follow series by @mediocre-daydreams

you’re losing me by @astonishment

quiet curiosity by 14thgalerie

regulus black —

unearthed by @cherryslyce

second son by @cherryslyce

golden trio's era

theodore nott —

i think he knows by @dreamcubed

i thought you knew by @agirlsguidetolove

missing you by @battinscn

love is sour grapes by @patrophthia

path to you by 14thgalerie

the one by 14thgalerie

dreamin' of him by 14thgalerie

tell me why by 14thgalerie

mattheo riddle —

the muggle mixtape by @writersblockedx

cat’s out of the bag by @rilakeila

other characters

tom riddle —

for the love that used to be here by @fatesundress

mortem expetere by @little-diable

faded ink of the fated by @cardansriddle

to be loved by @darkmagic-s

home by 14thgalerie

theseus scamander —

pay no attention to the magizoologist by @captainsophiestark

navigation

[anonymityisfunwriter]

Let Me Help You

Pairing: Grumpy!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Reader Bucky Barnes Masterlist | Grumpy Sunshine Series

You knew something was off with Bucky the moment he came home. He kept rubbing his left shoulder, a deep grimace on his face.

You asked him what was wrong and he brushed it off saying it was just a tough mission. You didn't want to push him, so you let it go. You curled into his side on the couch, reading a book as he played with your hair.

And then he winced. Once. Twice. You've just about had it when he winces again. For the third time.

You snap your book shut. "Alright, that's it!"

"What?"

"Take off your shirt," you order.

Bucky quirks an eyebrow, a smirk slightly tugging at the corner of his mouth, "Really?"

"What? No!" You playfully swat his chest. "You're obviously in pain!"

“Aw…” Bucky dismissively waves his hand at you. "It's not that bad."

"It's been bugging you since you got back."

"I just overdid it a little. I'm fine." Even as the words leave his mouth, you can tell he's fighting back another wince.

"It's hard to see you like this."

"It's fine."

"It's not fine!" you insist. "I know you don't like other people seeing your arm, and I know you've said no to trying physical therapy, so if you're not going to go ask for help then just let me try to help you. Please?"

He deeply sighs, but considering that even the small rise and fall of his shoulders is sending pain radiating all through his shoulder, he's pretty sure he does need your help. "Fine..."

Your fingers trail over the metal plate holding his arm in place. As you flip the release trigger, he grits his teeth, a huff of relief leaving his lips as the vibranium arm detaches from the joint.

"Baby..." Your voice wavers slightly. It makes you want to cry for him. "It's really swollen. This had to have been bothering you."

"I'm used to it," he grumbles.

Your heart clenches for him. That was the problem. He was used to it. Far too used to pain. Far too used to dealing with it on his own. "I'm gonna go grab you some ice."

You return with an ice pack in hand moments later. He hisses as the coolness presses against his scarred flesh.

"You okay?"

"Yeah," he nods. "Thank you."

"All I did was grab an ice pack."

He grabs your unoccupied hand, kissing your palm, "No, thank you for caring. Sometimes, I forget that I'm not alone anymore."

"You'll never be alone. Not as long as I'm here." You press a gentle, feather light kiss to his shoulder, "From now on, promise you'll tell me when your arm's bothering you?"

He hums as your hand gently kneads his shoulder blade, soothing away the radiating ache and pain, "I promise."

AnonymityIsFun Masterlist Grumpy Sunshine Series

Taglist: @marianita195 @meli18gonzalez @ludicbouquetfromearth @matchat3a @famousbreadcherryblossomsstuff @valoraxx @blue786sworld @buckyandgeraltsupremacy @geminigengar @ansaturn @ecolle @lexhalstead3 @ybflkmj @mediocre-daydreams @shanye1112 @thegirlnextdoorssister @toomanyfanficsbruh @moonlightreader649 @breathtaking-cynthia @mirikusashes@beans-and-toast @niyahcoca @katiechikin @elxvrr @antiheroxsblog @infamouslyclumsy @krissydclayton93 @buckysbarne @deadheadwbedhead @qualitygiantshoepsychic @whitexwolfxx310 @getosprettyboy @matchat3a @weallhaveadestiny @mostlymarvelgirl @honeydew3064

[cross-crye]

𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔰

summary: twst & hsr charas with different soulmate au prompts that i think would fit them

incl: azul ashengrotto, idia shroud, malleus draconia, lilia vanrouge, aventurine, blade, jing yuan, sunday

wc: 0.9k

a/n: after an absolutely horrific year i'm finally back to writing!! got half a lifetime's worth of lore in what is essentially 2/3 of a school year lol. but hey at least i got some new lore, so what better way to celebrate that then writing abt my fave au?

monochrome vision

Even the most powerful of beings weren't immune to the effects of the passage of time. After spending such a longevous existence in solitude, enduring loss after loss at every step of the way, he becomes resigned to the notion of forever living in a grey-scale world. Perhaps he wasn’t meant for such luxuries. Perhaps he was one of the unlucky few who was condemned to a live barren of companionship and deeper meaning. He could only wonder in the late hours of the night, or in the lonely moments trapped within his own mind while sitting at his desk: ‘Just what sins have I committed in a past life in order to earn this karma?’ Imagine his surprise upon upon realising that perhaps he wasn’t fated for eternal despair and desolation, and that perhaps, he himself had a chance to experience true joy. As colours bloomed in front of his eyes for the first time in his life, one so long others would struggle to count it, all he could think was that perhaps it had truly all been worth it as he gazed at you, forever ingraining the details of your visage deep inside his memory, to be forever treasured as the face of his saviour.

lilia vanrogue; jing yuan

matching tattoos

Wearing long sleeves, covering up despite the less than optimal weather for such attire, developing and maintaining a preference for the indoors as soon as the temperatures start to rise; anything to keep that damned mark hidden away. If nobody sees it, it doesn’t exist. If nobody can spot it and remark a similarity, then its not there. As long as he can keep hiding the mark, he can keep denying the existence of his soulmate. To bear a curse such as his is an already horrific fate, he couldn’t allow himself burden anyone else with it. It was like a plague, it would only continue to spread and affect others, drag them down to the depths of despair; and for what? He couldn’t let his feeble desire for companionship be the reason somebody else lost their humanity. Yet when he found himself doubting his philosophy after bandaging your cut shoulder blades (curtsy of having fallen into a thorny thicket on your earlier walk that he begrudgingly joined you on) Spotting the familiar mark on you was something he hadn’t ever expected. His companion and dear friend had been his soulmate all along, a shocking revelation which had caused him to impulsively lift his own sleeves and point to the matching pair.

blade, idia shroud

interacting within dreams

That’s what you were to him, a dream. Something he could only long for and yearn with the entirety of his soul yet fail to reach every time he tried. Despite not having even see your face due to the dream’s magic, your presence was deeply ingrained in his heart. He had envisioned you so many times, imagined what you’d look like, wondering if you’d look as beautiful as you sounded. You would overtake every waking moment, for his dreams were no longer enough, he would daydream about you, and play your voice in his mind on loop, all he desired was to suffocate in your presence and truly surround him in a way his dreams of you never could. He memorised everything about you, from what you mentioned to eat for breakfast to your aspirations and moral philosophy. If simply thinking of you hard enough would have brought you to life, you would have been born anew countless times. He could only live on in a prison of longing of his own making, every moment increasing his desperation to finally meet you and escape his mediocre existence. His obsession ran so deep he could perfectly render your voice in his head and hear you talk to him of thinks you hadn’t yet said. He thought he’d finally driven himself mad with yearning, hearing your voice while awake even when he hadn’t been the one to picture it, only to turn to see you for the first time, the image of perfection that even he couldn’t have dreamt, finally complete.

malleus draconia, sunday

countdown until first meeting

The little wristwatch was what kept him going, seeing the numbers go down was his motivation to go on, giving himself a purpose despite his lack of one in others’ eyes. Knowing that out there there was somebody who could truly understand him, who could see his worth and achievements in light of his struggle. Early on he had been victim of the critique and ridicule, but the hope of one person’s existence in contrary to this fuelled him to keep going. To strive to be better, to do something better with the unfortunate cards he was dealt. What worth other’s pinned on him no longer mattered, and as long as the ever-changing numbers on his wrist would continue to decrease he’d continue to prove the world wrong about their initial perception of him. All his life’s work amounted to this, the fateful meeting with who was supposed to be his one true love. As he continued down the winding streets of the town he could only anxiously stare at his wrist, taking note of the handful of hours left. His distracted state however, lead to him making the wrong turn and the counter adjust itself, not even letting him take in the shock of seeing that it had now only read a couple of seconds as he immediately collided into somebody, gripping the stranger’s shoulders to maintain his stability. Neither of you processed the beeping sound of your timers as you gazed in each other eye’s awestruck at finally meeting your soulmate.

aventurine, azul ashengrotto

cross-crye © 2024.

no reposting, stealing, copying, translating my works or feeding them to AI

reblogs, comments and likes are all highly appreciated

[novaqueenofmadness]

Wizarding World

James Potter

Due to the sheer size that is my accumulated collection of James, he had to get a whole post for himself. The prick.

Remus Lupin

Angel by @rosaline-black

You're Losing Me by @astonishment

i thought that i was dreaming when you said you loved me by @mangomonk

i caught myself by @mangomonk

shy!reader and remus meet by @luveline

Born a Party Girl by @lizpottersworld

Not so Secret Admirer by @kquil

it'd be an honor by @patrophthia

skirts by @flwrbo

Beyond Rumours by @ladylokilaufeyson5

Comfort Zone by @bruh--wtf

green with envy by @sombernstarless

if i ever talk to you that way by @vxntagedior

protective james by @of-many-fandomss

Prettiest girl at Hogwarts by @kitkathockey

over the influence by @bruisedboys

Remus takes shy!reader shopping by @bruisedboys

an encounter by @lovableapocalypse

paparazzi by @lushaletta

mouse by @siriuslovebot

Dear Prudence by @once-upon-an-imagine

Regulus Black

Green and Silver by @futurewriter2000

fools in love by @sarahisslytherin

nobody knows what i see by @cupidddd-d

Manipulating Death by @morganalatina21

She a Fighter by @stylesparker

picnic by @morwap

Sirius Black

Sweet Rubish by @shadowbriar

two ghost by @bellatrixscurls

Sirius Black x slytherin!reader by @moonstruckme

"did sirius black just wink at you?" by @ginevrapng

sirius black is such a slut for attention by @ddejavvu

Right Where You Left Me by @in-my-feels-probably

play stupid games, win stupid prizes by @perpetuallydaydreaming

sycamore girl by @patrophthia

apparition accident by @mediocre-daydreams

sleepy by @luveline

flowers by @robynlilyblack

and we run by @evermoreal

it's the hair by @ddejavvu

call it what you want by @velvetcloxds

dote on me by @yellow-berrys

you're not comfy by @siriusblacksjacket

Hourglass by @ancient-vivarium

a little piece of heaven by @kquil

Newt Scamander

Two of a Feather by @valkyriepirate

Happenstances by @valkyriepirate

[storiesbyrhi]

IT MEANS SOMETHING

Eddie Munson x Reader 1,606 words

Warnings: recreational drug use.

Synopsis: A short meet-cute featuring crossed paths, Argyle's weed, probable soulmates, and Fangoria magazine.

Author’s Note: Set in 1990. No Upside Down AU.

He is the last to get on the train. Patiently waiting his turn. Smiling politely at the other commuters. You watch him step off the platform into the carriage. He opts to stand against one of the poles, letting others take the vacant seats. He surveys his surroundings. It is at this moment his eyes lock with yours.

Instead of pretending like you’d only just glanced at him or nodding a casual acknowledgment, you look away too quickly. You feel yourself flush.

As the train finally pulls into your stop, you’ve used all your willpower not to look back his way. All that willpower amounts to little; as you stand, preparing to leave, you feel him staring. His gaze pulls yours back to him.

He flashes a brilliant smile, then ducks out the opening doors before you can clock his blushing cheeks.

You’re not a romantic by nature. Yes, you are prone to fits of fancy and the occasional delusional daydream, but you don’t find yourself frequently lusting after pretty people on the train. Beauty is viewed with a matter-of-factness rather than a force of attraction itself.

Some people are funny.

Some people are clever.

Some people are hot.

Some people are whatever.

And it isn’t as if this makes you less shallow or more holy than anyone else. It kind of just makes you a little more detached. Yes, you’ve dated. But there were never big, big feelings. No traumatic breakups. It had all been textbook mediocre.

It is all this knowledge of yourself that comes to the forefront of your mind as you lament the loss of the man in the crowd.

You track his fluffy hair through the station, but he is gone by the time you get to the city street. The sun is setting, a twilight glow making all the shadows seem worthy of an art gallery.

The man is gone. His dark eyes. Kind smile. His stupid t-shirt. What was it? The Burbs. That’s it. The Tom Hanks movie from last year.

Why are you still thinking about him?

The guy. Not Tom Hanks.

You walk slowly, in the city way too early for the party your friend from college, Robin, is hosting. Time to kill.

In a 7-Eleven you stand at the drinks refrigerator with too much consideration. Too much effort. Dr Pepper will always win over Coke. Flipping through magazines in the rack pulls you through a couple more minutes.

It occurs to you that the old record store a few blocks from Robin’s is open late. They have better magazines.

The neon sign sparkles against the darkening skyline as you turn onto the store’s street. Lured like a moth to a flame, you’re inside and pulling Fangoria from the stand before taking a second to look around.

There are a few customers browsing, one with a punk magazine ordered especially from the UK in his lap as he reads from the floor. You wonder if it might make more sense for the owners to open a library.

A music library would be cool, you think, as you look over at the counter.

You can identify them both.

The guy behind the counter has dead straight longer hair and one of the best speaking voices you’ve ever heard. Argyle works days mostly, since he delivers pizzas by night. He must be covering a shift for someone. Or maybe the night guy is late.

Opposite Argyle, leaning on the counter with a familiarity that tells you he has been here plenty of times before, is the man from the train. Though he isn’t facing you, the Dio patch and hair are a giveaway.

What are the fucking odds?

Fangoria back in the rack, you creep through the aisles, trying not to draw attention to yourself. When you get close to the counter, you listen to their conversation. They’re funny.

Argyle’s brand of humor is easy and irreverent. It’s how he ends up befriending everyone, including you and Robin. And, as it were, the man from the train. Train guy’s banter is far more purposeful, performative. He’s dramatic, or maybe it seems like that in contrast to laid back Argyle.

They’re talking about music but suddenly switch to films. Bill & Ted. Even more suddenly, they break out into impersonations.

It’s too late to catch your laugh. Far too late to pretend it was a coughing fit. The man turns around. He beams as he recognizes you. It’s almost enough to keep you there. Almost.

“Hey-” Argyle goes to greet you.

“Sorry. Hi. I’ve gotta go,” you say.

“See you at Robin’s later?”

“Yeah. Yep. Bye!” and you’re out the door before Argyle can think to introduce you.

This feeling is so foreign to you. You feel all gooey and icky, like maybe your skin is going to start to fizz and slick off your body. Stupid, pretty train boy, you think.

It’s still too early for Robin’s, so you detour to a bar and order a drink in a vain attempt to settle yourself.

Stupid, pretty train boy.

Four hours later.

“I jus’… Can it come closer? It’s too… too far away?”

Robin looks at you. If you look back, you would see the face of a woman equal parts amused and bored. But you physically cannot look away from the television. And the television seems to be getting further and further away.

“Quick… Robin… It’s going!” you whine. The television set is as small as your palm. You hold your hand up to compare it. “So, so small…”

“You, my friend, are so profoundly high. Argyle gave you that new shit?”

“Says try with pineapple,”

“I-What? Pineapple?”

“Says try before you deny,”

“Alright. I’m calling it. You need some time out.”

Suddenly, you are floating through Robin’s place. A conversation about whether you are okay by yourself floats along with you. Yes, you would be okay. You like rolling around in bed, high as a kite. The party is winding down anyway. You’d not be alone for long.

Alone, you play three games of I-Spy. The loser and the winner. You starfish out on the bed and make imaginary snow angels. Time passes. Maybe. You’re not sure. Then, you see the room explode into view. The light has been switched on and you yelp, diving for cover under a pillow.

Voices. The weight of someone being dropped into bed next to you.

Robin calling your name. So far away. “You alive in there?” she asks.

“Ah-huh,” you confirm.

Then, quiet. You emerge from under the pillow like a field mouse from its burrow. They had left you in darkness but for him, a bedside lamp has been left on. He doesn’t know Robin’s bedroom like you.

He is lying on his back staring up at the ceiling. In profile, he is just as pretty. You want to drive a little Matchbox car down his forehead and use his nose as a jump. Evel Knievel style. The thought makes you giggle, which makes him turn his head. He looks at you, blinking twice.

“I wondered where you went,” he admits. He rolls onto his side, tucking his hands under his head like a pillow. “Hi,”

“Hi,”

“Bit weird seeing you again,”

“Bit weird,” you parrot.

He smiles. “Why’d you get sent to the naughty room?”

“Huh?” 

Your answer, or lack thereof, answers the question.

“Argyle not warn you properly about the Californian stuff?”

You shake your head.

He laughs, so you laugh. He wriggles a little closer.

“Hi,” he whispers, sticking out a pinky finger. You watch as he hooks it around yours.

When did you move to mirror his body? When did he arrive at the party? Was he here for you? No. Silly. So silly. That would be silly.

“You’re getting small… Like the television,” you tell him.

“Oh… I don’t want to get small… If I come closer, will I get big again?” He doesn’t wait for an answer. This close you can see his pale freckles. The tired purple under his eyes. The almost-wrinkles that are born of laughter. Long eyelashes.

“Long eyelashes?” he asks.

“What?”

“What?”

You snort, giggle, lost and happy.

“I need you to know I did not follow you here,”

“Okay,”

“I’m friends with Argyle,”

“Okey dokey,” you nod.

He holds in laughter, so you do too.

“I didn’t follow you either,”

“To Vinyl City? But you were eavesdropping.” It isn’t an angry accusation. It’s not really a question either. Still, you nod. “I’d be okay with it if you were following me. For the record,” he states, rather emphatically. 

He watches you watch him. He makes you feel as if you are getting higher and sobering up at the same time.

“I’m Eddie,”

“Are you?”

“Yeah. Last I checked,”

“What’d you check?”

“Ah… Birth certificate?”

“Says Eddie?”

“Well… Edward.”

You giggle. Eddie’s heart flutters so hard it feels like nausea.

“Hi… Eddie,”

“Hi. Do you have a name?” He already knows it. He just wants to hear you say it.

You nod.

Eddie laughs. “Tell me your name?”

You do. Because he asked.

“So… Three times… Coincidence?”

“No,” you shake your head. You don’t know what three times he’s talking about. “That’s two. Two’s a coincidence,”

“What’s three then?”

You can’t remember. You shrug, which makes Eddie laugh, which makes you laugh. A repeated cycle.

“I think it means something,” he asserts.

“So do I,”

“Do you? Or are you just a little bit high?”

“Can it be both?”

Eddie makes a show of thinking. “It can. I’ll allow it.” He grins. “So, it means something?”

“It means something,” you agree.

End Note: I've been struggling to write post-Burning Yarrow. So, this was just a little something to try to get back on the horse. Soulmate meet-cutes are my bread and fucking butter.

I have some very vague ideas for a part two of this, but idk if it will amount to much. Lemme know your thoughts and feelings.

Eddie Taglist: solomons-finest-rum @ruinedbythehobbit @sweetpeapod @thorfemmes  @corrodedhawkins @grungegrrrl @lilzabob  @averagemisfit03 @ches-86 @ilovecupcakesandtea @onehotgreasymechanic @hazydespair @mel-the-fangirl @eddies-hid3out @siren-lungs @aheadfullofsteverogers @hiscrimsonangel @dashingdeb16 @cultish-corner

[a-reverii]

▸ REVERII'S DECEMBER FIC RECS

━━ ✰ THE WIZARDING WORLD.

sirius black

aren't promises meant to be broken? ⇢ @perpetuallydaydreaming

style. ⇢ @bealovesmarauders

his favorite neighbour. ⇢ @kquil

attention. ⇢ @/kquil

right where i want to be. ⇢ @appocalipse

the dark night. ⇢ @bruisedboys

oblivious. ⇢ @bitesizedgremlin

regulus black

hidden messages in foreign languages. ⇢ @applebutter-and-cinnamon

vivre d'amour et d'eau fraîche. ⇢ @/deactivated

his last letter. ⇢ @hamlets-ak

tricks and charms. ⇢ @curseofaphrodite

across the sea. ⇢ @/curseofaphrodite

the night we met. ⇢ @/curseofaphrodite

frosted practices. ⇢ @henqtic

remus lupin

by tired hands. ⇢ @luveline

skirts. @flwrbo

not so secret admirer. @/kquil

you're losing me. @astonishment

never his. @weasleykisses

wherever you stray i follow. @mediocre-daydreams

━━ ( navigation ) ( masterlist ) ( request )

[alecvolturiswifeforever]

my loves 𝜗𝜚 ׅ ۫ alec volturi x reader x jane volturi

warnings: none!

tag list: @your-next-daydream @agirllovespancakes @icefrozendeadlyqueen @iloveslasher @volturi-stuff

a/n: i fear i am a little bit rusty >:( ALSO THE TWINS ARE NOT. MATES. THEY. JUST. SHARE. ONE. this is not a twincest blog

You groaned as the mattress beneath you shook, blinking your eyes open to see Alec hovering above you. Another mediocre sigh sounded as you tried to roll away in ignorance.

“Hello, sleeping beauty”

You huffed and pulled the comforter tighter around your body, combating the chilly air and the even chillier touch of one of your mates that was currently poking and prodding at your face.

“Go away-“

He smirked, loving how he was slowly riling you up even more as you tried to ignore him.

“Now, now. That’s no way to talk to your sweet, loving mate. Is it now?”

Huffing again you were about to give him an earful before you heard a voice sound out from the joint bathroom. Settling back down, the next of your mates made an appearance, your petite blonde leaning in the doorway.

“Honestly, brother. Leave our mate be. It is the middle of the night.”

Now that awoke you right out of your sleep, sitting you up abruptly.

“You what-“ staring at Jane for a moment before turning to glare at the vampire next to you who was currently trying to stifle his laughter. Speaking slowly, you continued to glower at him.

“You thought it would be funny to wake me up… in the middle of the night?”

Unable to contain it any longer, Alec laughed loudly. It was a laugh you usually adored (and didn’t hear too often) however the annoyance which bubbled across your brain had you thinking otherwise. Dropping the arm that had been holding his weight, he fell into the pillows. This continued for a moment before he calmed himself down, leaning over and reaching out to you. All the while his sister watched from afar before she sighing and began to make her way over.

Crossing your arms, you scooted away stubbornly making him pout.

“Don’t be like that sweet face, I was just teasing you.”

“Well I don’t find it very funny.” You seethed.

Jane stepped in for a moment, kneeling before you. “Now now, play nice.”

You continued to be stubborn, scooting away again when he tried to pull you back. Jane stood with an exasperated smile, lifting the covers up to your chin to tuck you in before sitting beside you. You naturally settled into her, making her brother frown even more at your abundance of affection for his sister and the lack of affection for himself. Jane giggled lightly, a light airy sound that made you smile.

“Honestly, Alec. I don’t know why you do this when you know she get’s grumpy with you every time.”

As she spoke, the blonde twin gently traced her fingertips across your face, pupils dilating and eyes softening sweetly as she admired your tired features.

Alec pressed his bottom lip out more, falling forward and pushing his forehead into your shoulder blade. Jane snickered as you sighed at him once again. Silence sounded about the room, and the three of you were still for a while before you heard his quiet apology.

“I am sorry for waking you up at this time, darling.”

Blinking back your fatigue, you looked at Jane for reassurance. She nodded, prompting your tired brain to forget about your stubbornness and finally acknowledge him.

“‘s okay” You mumbled, reaching around to gently scratch his head with one hand. He purred at the sensation, and you shuffled back into him a little more. Alec wrapped you up in his arms, spooning you and caging you against his chest while you looked up at his twin with a hopeful glimmer in your eye.

“Come cuddle?”

She sighed however didn’t fight it, joining the both of you and wrapping her arms around your waist gently. Both vampires adored you as you smiled happily, falling asleep albeit not before a soft whisper fell from your lips.

“Goodnight, my loves.”

[rosie-posie1313]

MCU Peter Parker Fic Recs II 🕷️

Masterlist 

PETER PARKER M.LIST by @devotion

Masterlist by @marvelouspeterparker

Masterlist  by @tomthesoftie

Peter Parker Masterlist by @heliads

Masterlist  by @vendettaparker

Oneshots 

Meeting Tony By @p3terparker

Breaking Windows By @duskholland

Places We Won’t Walk By ^

Bus ride By @chaoticparker

Hoodie By @ptergwen

something to remember me by by ^

Peter Parker being your boyfriend and when everyone finds out his identity by ^

Atoms By @stallingdemons

Dating Peter Parker Would Include..... By ^

Slowly in Love By @blissfulparker

Next Time By @the-bau-quinjet

The Reveal  by @cloudybarnes

Innocent Until Proven Guilty by @waitimcomingtoo

I Thought This Was A Closet Party by ^

7 Minutes by ^

Held By Me by ^

Disobedience by ^

Personal Pillow by @picassho-18

sneaking around by @starkscosmos

Finally found the way by @spideyyeet

peter parker x avenger!reader by ^

Nobody knows by @imgroot-iamsteverogers

Unexpected  by @skyahri

Tony finding out your dating Peter by @delicately-written

You’re Dating Her? By @lousimusician

Birth control  by @imaginingspiderman

Fake  by @spaceyaceface

Dating Peter Parker Would Include… by @lothalite

Dating Peter Parker Would Include… by @imaginesmai

Popular by @softspideys

Awkward Romancing by @wiccanz

Spidey Pajamas by @just-jordie-things

it’s a date! By @punani

Senior Trip by @fuxkingmarvel

Senior Trip 2 by ^

old married couple by @katahnisharma

Being Steve’s daughter and dating Peter would Include… by @marvelsswansong

Father (stark! daughter AU) part 1 by ^

Q&A by @living-dead-parker

Dating Peter Parker and being the daughter of the Avengers by @sapphireplums

Little things  by @mirrorballparkers

head in the books  by ^

The first time by @marvelouspeterparker

Shorty by ^

When Light Runs Out by @vampireoutofbusiness

Shaking Hands & Shallow Breath by ^

Flower boy by @lokissweater

Miss Rogers by @oldnatgwenaccount

protected, well enough by @har-rison-s

soft love  by @starkissedtom

pretty boy. By @earlgreydream

Wearing Your Clothes by @ezm-imagines

It Was Always You by @spider-manholland

early mornings by @hiraethparkers

ring pop  by @tinyyoungblood

hot chocolate by @lovelybarnes

Hostage by @xoxoavenger

Accidents Happen by @deniable-masterpiece

Rings, Rings, Rings by @vintagemulti

the spiderling  by @realtalkswithfinn

Unwanted  by @laurie-stark

The Baby Assignment  by @vendettaparker

Meet Cute Ugly by ^

Flirty bully coming your way by @fool-who-dreams

group hug by @mediocre-daydreams

Stark!Reader by @tomhollandfics

voice letters by @pvarker

Late nights sneaking in your bed by @sourcherryandsprinkles

Being Tony Stark’s Daughter and an Avenger Would Include … by @ynscrazylife

peter parker x (gn) stark!reader crush hcs by @fbfh

rogers!daughter x Peter Parker  by @parkers-gal

My Favorite Boy Barnes!reader by @rachaelswrites

Secrets by @lily-of-the-valley-writes

not so alone by @strangermarvelss

Red Light/Green Light by @webslingingslasher

A Boy?  By @maple-the-awesome

[shaunamilfman]

Being the Captain of the Rival Team HC's

pairing: Jackie Taylor x reader

Jackie hadn't really paid you much attention the first time she saw you. She knew of you, of course, having played your team before, but she'd never really seen you individually. That was, of course, till Shauna fouls you ten minutes into the game and she has to come talk to you. It's love at first sight for Jackie as you lie dazed on the ground with a bloody nose. 

Jackie trying to trash talk you, but being abysmally bad at it. She's not all that skilled at it to begin with, too nice at heart, but she's somehow impossibly worse. She leaves all of those confrontations wincing as she realizes she just showered you in compliments badly disguised as insults. Shauna's in hysterics about it, which certainly doesn't help her mood about it. Huffing all the way back. 

Nearly trips over the ball while warming up because she can't take her eyes off of you. Tai comes marching across the field to yell at her about it and Jackie's just scoffing and glancing around because she can't meet her eyes. 

When it comes to the actual game, trust that she will be playing at absolute peak performance. She's competitive enough as it is before you add in a newly realized desire to impress you. Glances over at you to see how you're reacting every time she makes an impressive play during the game. 

Jackie visibly deflates any time you're substituted out. It's hard to justify staring at you all game if you're not actually on the field, after all. 

Keeps trying to find excuses to linger by your locker room after the game so she can catch you after the game. She walked over with the intention to talk shit, but is too afraid of hurting your feelings after your team loses so badly that she ends up just flirting with you instead. 

Stalking your Instagram during halftime and accidentally likes a picture from two years ago. You just vaguely hear an embarrassed “OH MY GOD!” coming vaguely from the Yellowjacket’s locker room. 

Jackie studies your play style more intensely than anyone else's, telling herself it's just for strategy, but knowing deep down it's because it's you. 

Jackie nearly skipping out of the bus on game day because she knows she gets to see you. Talked Shauna's ear off the whole ride there about how annoying (hot), and irritating (distracting), you are. 

You run into each other at a mutual friends party (Jackie crashed it because she asked around till she found one you'd be at) and finally get to have a real conversation. 

Jackie keeps subtly trying to see what college you're going to because she keeps daydreaming about playing on the same team together. She's put some serious thought into how the two of you could complement each other's play styles, but she mostly just imagines kissing you after a win. 

Shows up at your home games to cheer you on when it doesn't conflict with the Yellowjacket’s own standing. All your teammates are like “isn't that…?” and you just shake your head and turn away. She shows up with a sign with your name on it next time so she can wave it around. World’s biggest fan for your mostly mediocre soccer team. 

Finally asking Jackie to hang out sometime and her ass shows up with a soccer ball. 

Off the field, she's a lot more playful and confident when she talks to you. There's something about the uniform that just makes her so nervous. Jackie keeps teasing you about whatever member of your team is the worst. She's laughing hysterically talking about how one of them had tripped over the bench and brought half your team to the ground. You finally get annoyed and walk off and she's just chasing behind you like “wait!”

Having to deal with Jackie's irrational jealousy when she so much as sees you breathing in the direction of the opposing team captain whenever you play. Huffing and puffing because you had to say “good game” to the pretty captain you've never met before. 

Winning a game against a different team with a patented Jackie Taylor play and she's losing her mind on the bleachers. By the time she finds you after the game, she's practically vibrating with excitement. 

Jackie smiles for almost the entirety of a game because she catches you cheering for her in the bleachers after she scores a goal. She insists that it makes her a better player. 

She makes such a big deal out of choosing between her team and you when really no one even gives her a hard time about it but Tai. The seasons already ended for your team and Jackie's just out here trying to live out her Romeo and Juliet fantasy. 

Jackie insists that you have to kiss her before states or else she's going to lose. It's a good luck charm and not at all an excuse to kiss you, obviously.