#nyc wine cabinet

[notmyself43]

Contemporary Wine Cellar - Wine Cellar Inspiration for a sizable, modern wine cellar renovation with a dark wood floor and display racks

[disneyladiesfanart]

New York Wine Cellar Large An illustration of a sizable transitional wine cellar with racks for display

[horanaroh]

Modern Wine Cellar New York Wine cellar - huge modern marble floor wine cellar idea with display racks

[jouelacommelara]

New York Wine Cellar Large Wine cellar - large modern wine cellar design with racks for displays

[mqslow]

Medium - Modern Wine Cellar Example of a mid-sized minimalist slate floor wine cellar design with display racks

[spritepespi]

hellow tumbrl.

i have written a fanfiction. if you would like to read it.

it features many things. including, but not limited to:

- the two inches of standing water on aziraphale's kitchen floor

- an antique cocaine urn

- the stolen mona lisa

- drunk discussion of A Christmas Story

- aziraphale's obsession with anderson cooper

- a nyc new years first kiss

here's my favorite bit:

“Why are you angry with me, Crowley?” Aziraphale asks as he takes a bottle of wine out of the cabinet.

“‘M not,” Crowley mumbles, defensively. Aziraphale snaps two wine glasses into existence on the coffee table and fills them in silence. “So?” Crowley asks expectantly, raising his hands open palmed to the ceiling before letting them drop back onto the couch. Aziraphale sighs.

“Crowley, I’m not answering your question until you explain why you’ve barged into my shop at this late hour, using an accusatory voice and glaring at me like I’ve complimented your favorite monstera.”

if any of these things interest you, maybe give it a read ? and lmk what you think as it's my first real fanfic.

[stosanyc]

Popular Trends in Modern Kitchens: What NYC Homeowners Love

New York is known for a lot of things, but the interior trends in the Big Apple are one of the most profound aspects of the city. Whether we are talking about the swanky architecture of the Upper East Side or the humble yet chic and industrial vibe of downtown Brooklyn, there’s a lot to experiment with when we talk about modern kitchens in NYC. If you are thinking about why you need a bespoke kitchen, let’s walk through a scenario.

You step into a sleek, contemporary kitchen with smart gadgets, and minimalistic, clean architecture. Before you even put down your grocery bags, you would be moved by the feel of the space and be motivated to cook your favorite meal. Sounds like a dream right? Well, in a city where space is at a premium and time is always ticking, having a custom kitchen feels like one of the most satisfying aspects of living. Want to design a modern kitchen and are looking for some inspiration?

Here are some of the latest trends you need to look into!

#1 Compact but High-Impact Storage Solutions

In NYC, where square footage is often limited, storage is always a massive concern for homeowners. With time, people have found creative ways to add more storage space into their kitchen without sacrificing the design, and you can do it too. Whether we are talking about pull-out pantries and built-in shelves to under cabinet storage systems, there are lots of elements that you can add.

#2 Bold Backsplashes and Statement Lighting

Who doesn’t want their home to look like it has come straight out of the vogue magazines? And if you think the same, bold backsplashes with intricate tile designs, bright hues, or patterned mosaics can be a great idea. In addition, you can also add statement lighting such as pendant lights or sculptural chandeliers to add flair to otherwise minimalist kitchens.

#3 Multipurpose Kitchen Islands: The Hub of Activity

In NYC kitchens, where space is often limited, the kitchen island has become a multitasking powerhouse. Homeowners are incorporating larger, more functional islands that serve as prep stations, dining areas, and even additional storage. Some islands now feature built-in appliances like wine coolers, dishwashers, or microwave drawers, making them a one-stop shop for all kitchen activities.

Source: https://stosa-ny.com/blog/modern-kitchens-trends-that-nyc-homeowners-love/

[smallerplaces]

Daphne's tiny cottage

My Fisher Price Little People were craving some form of domicile, and I'm not up for redoing a damaged FP house, since I just did a 1:24 opening house with the Maine Cottage.

Then Michael's put their little house shadowboxes on clearance.

Daphne's cottage is not intended to be realistic -- it's meant to feel more like a box of memories and scraps, with some features being almost two-dimensional like lithography. (Daphne is the blonde woman in blue, and yes, I watched Bridgerton.)

There are details still missing, like curtains, because after almost a month, I can't find the exact scrap I want. This will be improved later.

The kitchen cabinets are meant to indicate the existence of a full kitchen. I made the cupboard doors from leftover ends of the wide popsicle sticks on the roof. The faucet exists because I had little wires from charms bought for other uses, and the shiny card the charms came on forms the backsplash. In the absence of curtains, my wineglass charm from the Napa Wine Train makes a window ornament. The table came with the house kit. The flagstones on the kitchen floor are paint chips from the Maine Cottage project.

I made a point of using the furniture that came with the kit, adding legs to make it a little more normal.

Upstairs, the bathroom cabinet indicates that a bathroom exists. The bed came with the kit. Its bed skirt is ribbon I bought in NYC's Garment District back in 2019. The nightstand is a button from Mom's stash on a bead. The large French bulldog is a reference to the human-sized dog that came with the original Fisher Price Play Family.

I originally had much bigger plans for the exterior, including tiling it with gorgeous "Spanish tile" vinyl sheets. The tile sheets aligned badly and looked totally wrong, though. I will probably come back next year and do some exterior trim. Meanwhile, the cactus clips were a bright idea that was too big for an earlier project, but they seem to suit here.

[evanspresso]

relationship at a glance

they met on an unintentional blind date, set up by friends. 

y/n is a college student, she’s ten years younger than Evan .

long distance relationship vibes: Evan being in LA most of the time and y/n lives and goes to school in NYC. 

they’re both on the introvert side so they don’t have to constantly try and entertain one another with parties and friends. Staying home and chilling, or walks around the city suffice. 

y/n is an avid baker. She also likes art!

Evan loves to read out loud to y/n and give her book recommendations.

y/n loves watching him play out and help him with his scripts.

they’re really that couple that every one calls their parents.

late night facetimes calls end up going until the mornings.

Evan and y/n often argue about which one will move in with the other. 

y/n has new obsessions every other week. art, baking, cooking, candle making. you name iy. Evan loves it.

Evan has an appointment in the city. He got in on their one year anniversary, later thinking that y/n would move in with him.

Evan wants her to come to LA.

when they move in together they want to get a dog!! 

yes, she was a fan of him before they met. 

y/n knew who he was when they met for obvious reasons but she wasn’t “starstruck”

when Evan met y/n he thought she was really quiet and liked teasing her about her height (he still does).

y/n wasn’t interested at first and when she found out that they were on a blind date she begged her friend to send her an “emergency” text so she could leave. 

they love being together in the kitchen, listening to music and goofing around with a good bottle of wine. 

couples who tiktok together stay together. 

y/n loves interacting with his fans!! 

Evan was y/n’s first boyfriend but she didn’t tell him until months into dating because she was embarrassed. 

they had a fight after she told him, he was angry she didn’t tell him and y/n is overly defensive.

Evan is pretty kinky and y/n loves it.

they’re always attached at the hip, y/n is very handsy.

Evan loves laying on her stomach and kissing her neck. 

he also gets a kick out of watching her struggle when getting things from tall cabinets. 

y/n craves his touch 24/7 and will never say no to pda.

she loves playing with his hair. 

secret love bites and scratch marks are Evan’s favorite. 

lip bites and lingering kisses make y/n crazy. 

[guess-my-next-obsession]

Plastic Hearts

Chapter Two: WTF Do I Know

pairing: dieter bravo x actress!oc (violet apollo)

chapter rating: M (alcohol/weed consumption, a couple steamy kisses, asshole!dieter making a quick appearance)

word count: 4k

series masterlist

“Hold my hand,” Violet murmured to Dieter as they walked through the lobby of their luxury NYC hotel. He sighed and obliged, sliding his palm against hers and interlocking their fingers as they walked through the glass doors, a swarm of paparazzi waiting for them without even needing to be called. Violet put on her best smitten grin as he walked her to the black SUV waiting for them.

To any onlooker, the couple seemed to be head over heels in love with each other, their matching smiles and body language finely tuned over the last few weeks of “dating”.

Whenever Violet moved, Dieter moved. Whenever he laughed, she laughed. They were truly the picture of a beautiful Hollywood romance—too bad it was all for show.

“You squeezed my hand too hard,” Violet scolded as soon as they were sat in the backseat of the SUV, the middle seat empty between them.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, his head turned to look out of the window, melancholy written all over his face. Violet sighed at his constant gloom and distance—what happened to being friends?

A drunken kiss, that’s what happened.

Let’s go back in time, shall we?

Two Weeks Ago — Los Angeles

“Fuck!” Violet was all giggles as she tripped, walking up her Hollywood Hills driveway with Dieter, his arm around her waist to help keep her upright. “Shhh, don’t tell anybody but I think I’m pretty fuckin’ wasted.”

“Only me here to judge you,” he assured with a smile, more than amused by her state.

A part of him felt special in a way, getting to see this side of her that she worked so hard to keep out of the public eye. Everyone else looked at her as America’s Sweetheart, but Dieter got to see the real woman underneath it all. She was fun, sarcastic, witty, and just the right amount of mean that had his head spinning with lust.

“Come inside with me,” she begged, grabbing both of his hands and tugging him through the open front door. Dieter hesitated, giving her a head tilt as he stayed firmly in place in front of the threshold. “Please, D? I don’t wanna be alone.”

How could he say no to her when she was begging him like that?

Without saying a word, he nodded and allowed her to pull him inside, his hand intertwined with hers as they made their way to the kitchen. Violet reached into her wine fridge and popped the cork on a bottle of bubbly before clumsily sitting down on the floor in her tight minidress. Dieter averted his eyes from the sight of her lace panties, her thighs spread open as she sat in a criss-cross position.

“Do you ever feel like you’re not even a person anymore?” She asked, her words slurred together, eyes red and glassy as she looked up at him towering over her. He nodded, eyes softened as he took a seat beside her and grabbed the bottle to take a swig. “I just feel like…I’m no longer Violet, you know? I’m a commodity, sold to the highest fucking bidder and there’s no me left in me.”

Dieter continued his silence, happy to just sit here and listen to her drunken truths spill out one by one. She was always so put together when she was sober, a wall put up between them that he was desperate to try and knock down.

“Does it ever fucking end? Do I ever get to be real again? Not just some fucking idea in people’s heads? Do I get to own myself at some point?” She turned and looked at him, their shoulders touching as they sat side by side against a cabinet. Dieter’s eyes flickered to her lips, glossy and plump, forgetting what she’d originally asked. “Do I ever get to experience something genuine or is it just going to be this for the rest of my life?”

She gestured between them.

“You know, I’ve never gotten to experience this before—the whole in love thing. My relationships have always been more like situationships. So this…us going on dates and getting photographed together and all this fake shit—its the only time I’ve ever experienced it.” She frowned, turning away from him and stealing the bottle from his hands to take another swig. “God, I can’t even remember the last time I’ve been kissed let alone loved.”

“I thought you just got out of a relationship?” Dieter finally spoke up, his brows laced together as he studied her tragic beauty. She rolled her eyes and scoffed.

“Hadn’t seen him in person in months. And even then, it was just sex. I can try to lie to myself, but at the end of the day…it’s always just been sex with these guys. No one’s ever loved me—not how I long to be, at least.” Dieter found himself reaching to hold her bare thigh, not out of anything sexual, just simply needing to be close to her to let her know he understood her.

Dieter had never been well-loved, had always felt an all-consuming hunger for it since we was just a little boy. Born to a Hollywood film executive and an actress, his parents were never around to show him what it felt like to be loved unconditionally. If he wanted his parents to show up for him, he had to be the best of the best, had to get the lead role, had to provide some sort of proof that he was worthy of their affection. Love was always transactional and never fulfilling, which explains why he avoided the entire concept as an adult like the fucking plague.

“How are you so okay with this life?” Violet turned to him, her eyes bouncing across his features.

They were practically strangers, and yet, there was this unmistakable familiarity whenever they looked at each other. Pain recognizes pain, he supposed.

“I’m not,” he shook his head, brows furrowed. “I’m not okay.”

“You seem okay.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not.” He tugged the bottle back, downing a hefty swig before continuing with a shake of his head. “I’ve spent the last twenty years of my fucking career coddling myself with sex and drugs and art and fuck—anything that makes me feel alive because I’m fucking not.”

He laid his head back against the cabinet with a thunk, eyes closing as he tried to remember the last time he allowed himself to be so open with someone he hardly knew.

“I’m just fucking here on this shithole of a planet, making millions off pretending to be all these people capable of love and happiness and good and bad and a whole fucking range of emotions that I never had the chance to fucking develop—“ He turned to her, taken aback by how focused she was on him. “I’ve never felt a single real thing in my fucking life.”

“I’m real,” she offered, shrugging and curling her lip into a half smile.

“But you’re not,” he reminded, reaching up to pinch her chin. “If it hadn’t been for our teams putting us together, you’d just be Violet Apollo to me, and I’d just be Dieter Bravo to you. Don’t fool yourself into thinking this is anything more than another fucking ruse to market us as likable people when we’re no more likable than anybody else, maybe less than.”

“Fine,” she straightened her posture, shifting a bit so that she was facing him. “But if everything is pretend and nothing means anything, let me buy into it for a second.”

His brows furrowed as he watched her lean in, her lips waiting a couple inches in front of his.

“Kiss me and let me imagine it’s love.” Her demand was no more than a whisper, his breath hitching as his eyes frantically combed over her face for any signs of regret. “If I’m already destined to be nothing more than a showpony, at least let me pretend I got to choose this one thing.”

“Come here,” he rasped as he tugged her onto his lap, hands holding her face as he pulled her to his lips with the sort of urgency that only two people deprived of affection could muster. Their lips moved sloppily against each other, teeth clashing and tongues swirling together. Violet held onto the velvet of his button down, balling the expensive fabric in her fists as though her life depended on it.

“God, traffic was crazy out there—“ Lucy walked into the kitchen in work mode, letting out a gasp at the sight in front of her—Violet’s dress ridden up around her hips, straddling Dieter’s lap, the sound of soft moans and wet kisses filling the room. “Oh, god—s-sorry. Dieter, your car’s out front.”

“Okay,” he sighed, moving to rest his forehead against Violet’s only for her to pull away, her eyes unable to meet his as she scrambled to stand up. He swallowed the rejection, reminding himself that he shouldn’t be hurt over it because it was all fucking pretend. Still, the sting in his chest as she wiped her mouth with a paper towel refused to go away. “I’ll, uh, see you next week at the airport?”

“Yeah.” Violet nodded, her eyes remaining downwards. Dieter clenched his jaw, flickering his eyes to her assistant before making his exit in silence. He didn’t need to stick around to be reminded that no matter what he tried to sell in order to be loved, no one ever seemed to want it.

Present Day — NYC

“You okay?” Violet reached over and touched Dieter’s knee in the backseat, bringing his eyes to hers. He scoffed, shaking his head. “You can talk to me.”

“I don’t want to fucking talk to you, Violet. Fuck.” He stared at her with disdain, making her heart clench in a way she hadn’t realized it would. “Are you so fucking lost in all this that you really can’t imagine that I don’t want to fucking open up to you? Just because you hold my hand and drunkenly kiss me doesn’t mean that I owe you insight into my fucking mind.”

“Dieter, I’m sorry—“

“You’re not my fucking girlfriend, you’re not my friend, get out of your fucking fictional fantasies for a second and look me in the eyes when I tell you that you aren’t shit to me but an obligation.” Dieter stared at her without a single ounce of emotion on his face, Violet nodding and turning away so that he wouldn’t see the way tears welled in her eyes.

The SUV rolled up to the sidewalk in front of Rockefeller Center, cameras flashing into the SUV in hopes of a candid shot. Violet turned back towards Dieter, the only thing worse than being seen crying in front of her fake partner was the horde of press right outside. The sound of cheers and her name being called from the crowd of fans that had waited all day just to catch a glimpse of her made her only want to cry even more.

Her life was perfect, she was beautiful and successful, her fans adored her, and yet there was still this fucking ache inside that never went away no matter how many overpriced therapists or fleeting substances she went to for relief.

“Hey, I’m sorry,” Dieter reached over and wiped her cheeks free of the stray tears that had fallen, impressed by how well her makeup was holding up through the wetness. She nodded, meeting his eyes for only a couple seconds before she was pulling a compact out of her purse, opening it to check out the state of her eyes. Without needing to ask, Dieter handed her his bottle of eye drops before stepping out of the car and walking over to her side. Violet batted away the water from her eyes and took in a deep breath, plastering a smile to her face as Dieter opened up her door and leant his hand out for her to take.

“Do I look fine?” Violet asked over the frenzy around them and Dieter nodded, one hand tucking a fallen strand of hair out of her face as his eyes combed over her with admiration. It was hard for her not to buy into this thing between them when he looked at her like that—but he had an Oscar for a reason. This was all just an act.

“You look beautiful,” he leaned forward and kissed her cheek before the pair started off towards the mob waiting for them.

Dieter was never much for all this shit—stopping to greet each and every fan, signing autographs that were likely just going to be sold online afterwards. But Violet took her time, interacting with each and every fan she could, giving them a genuine moment of her time rather than mindlessly signing her name away. He admired her for many things, this just being the newest addition to the list.

“Alright, Violet, Dieter, this way.” Both of them were being dragged into the building by their managers, the silence of the building in contrast to the madness outside fucking with their equilibriums.

“Are you alright?” Dieter leaned in and asked Violet as they were guided through the hallways of the building up to her dressing room. Violet nodded, her face blank and void of all emotion as it faced forward. Dieter clenched his jaw at the distance he forced her into with his harsh words.

What’s that cliche fucking saying? Hurt people hurt people?

“Did you bring my stash?” Violet asked her manager, a woman that still had yet to utter more than a few words to Dieter in the three weeks he’d known her.

“No.” The woman bit back, her eyes scolding as she glared at her client. “You’re doing this sober.”

Violet sighed but agreed anyways—did she ever actually say what she felt?

“Hey,” Dieter whispered to her once they were left alone in the dressing room, his hand reaching into his pocket to pull out a metal cigarette case. “I’ve got weed if you—“

“Oh, thank god,” she jumped at the chance to smoke, plucking the joint from his fingers and walking over to the bathroom. “You coming?”

“Sure,” he nodded, walking into the en-suite with her and closing the door behind him. He grabbed a towel from the rack, stuffing it in the crack of the door by the floor while she lit up the joint.

“Thank you for this,” she spoke as she breathed out the smoke, already looking more calmed. “And I know you don’t want to talk about it anymore, and I won’t after this but…I am sorry. Not so much about the kiss, but about the way I pushed you away after. I just…could tell where my mind was taking me and I don’t want to go there. I don’t want to get so lost in this illusion that I actually start to believe that this is more than just…an arrangement. I’m sorry for crossing that line and then acting like it never happened.”

“And I’m sorry about the shit I said before.” He accepted the joint and took a big inhale, keeping his eyes on hers in the hazy, smoke-filled room. “You’re not an obligation, Violet. I…enjoy having you around. You make this shit a little more tolerable.”

“Yeah, you do too.” She smiled at him through the haze, chuckling to herself after a beat.

“What?” He asked, smile matching hers.

“Nothing, nothing,” she dismissed with a grin, taking another it. Dieter stepped closer to her, the drug taking effect on him and fucking with his good decision making skills as he backed her against the wall. Violet’s lips were parted as she looked at him, his lips just a few inches away from hers. “It was just…a pretty good kiss, right?”

“Yeah, it was,” he agreed, voice low and soft. His eyes bounced back and forth between hers and her lips, head leaning in slowly to close the gap between them until…

“Alright, you two! Get out here, hair and makeup are ready!” Dieter sighed at the sound of Violet’s manager on the other side of the door, banging on it and ruining the peace of the drug-induced moment.

As Dieter pulled away, Violet shocked him by tugging him close again, her hands on either side of his bearded jaw as her lips crashed against his. He groaned into the kiss, pushing her back against the wall with his hands on her hips.

“We’re making another bad decision,” he mumbled, lips still pressed against hers. She nodded in response but deepened the kiss, her arms crossing behind his neck. “Friends kiss sometimes, right?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, trailing her lips down his jaw and neck, biting lightly on the exposed skin covering his collarbone. Dieter hissed and pulled her closer to his body, his cock coming to life in his trousers.

“I’m going to bust the door down in 3…2…—“ Dieter whipped the door open, the smoke flooding into the dressing room. Both managers waved the smell of weed out of their faces as their talents emerged in much better moods than they’d left them.

“Dieter, you’re supposed to be making sure she’s okay, not getting her fucked up before she goes on national television,” Andrea scolded, but Dieter couldn’t find it in him to care.

“She is okay. Maybe you two should try smoking—calm you down a little,” Dieter plopped down on the sofa while Violet sat down in the chair in front of the vanity, her makeup artist touching up her makeup while her hair stylist tended to her brown locks, taking them out of the updo it was in and styling it in cascading old-Hollywood waves down her shoulders and back.

“Listen to me—“ Andrea sat down by her client, friend, and occasional fuck buddy. “Leave her alone. Do you hear me? No funny business, no getting her in the sack—none of it. This is work, not pleasure. Are you fucking listening to me?”

“Yes, boss.” He turned to her and shrugged. “No funny business from me.”

“God, you’re insufferable.” She stood up and walked out, leaving Dieter to watch as Violet ran through some of the questions the show had pre-selected.

She reminded him of all the silver screen starlets that he adored so much as a little boy, his mother having forced him to watch Casablanca and Gilda long before she ever allowed him to indulge in Indiana Jones and Star Wars. They all had this sort of tragic beauty about them, as flawless as a porcelain doll on the outside but one look into their eyes and you could see just how fucking shattered they were.

Violet Apollo was effortlessly beautiful, but beyond her physical looks, there was a depth to her that Dieter was almost scared to dip his toes into. What if he never surfaced from it? What if he drowned in the ocean of her soul and never made it back to land? Forty years of keeping people at arms distance wasn’t easy to break out of, but here he was, sitting there watching her get her hair done, dreaming about what it would be like to wake up to her in his bed—in his life, for real.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about over there, Bravo?” He was shocked to find her paying as close attention to him as he was to her, her manager also looking surprised by their friendly relationship.

“Do you snore?” He asked with a smile, Violet scoffing and shaking her head.

“No, I sleep like a beautiful little angel. It’s a privilege to watch, really.” She joked, grinning at him.

“I bet it is.” There was no sarcasm in his tone, and the soft sincerity of the response clearly took her by surprise, her grin fading into a soft smile as she turned away from him.

“What about you? Do you snore?” She asked after a few beats of silence, her team finishing up on her hair and makeup.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged, watching as she stood up and walked over to the clothing rack with about seven different outfit options. “You wanna come to bed with me and find out?”

Dieter ignored the glare her manager shot his way, too amused by the flush on her cheeks as she picked out a Barbie pink strapless mini-dress and matching heels.

“Maybe a raincheck?” She winked at him before walking into the bathroom with her stylist, emerging a few minutes later in the tight number that hugged every single one of her curves.

Dieter wanted to remind himself that this wasn’t a good idea—going down this messy rabbit hole where she was sometimes his friend, sometimes more. It would only end in a heaping pile of shit, but with the way her golden skin contrasted with the bright pink, her legs glowing as she slipped on her heels, the cascade of waves falling over her shoulder, he was done for.

“Alright, we’re on in five,” a producer popped their head in, making a face at the smell of weed but choosing not to acknowledge it. Violet held her hand out for Dieter, smiling at him.

“Come on, honey.”

•••

“Everybody loves you, man, I haven’t seen anything like it,” Jimmy Fallon sat rambling on with compliments, hardly giving her any room to speak but she was fine with that. “Have you been on TikTok recently? I mean, everyone is stoked about you in this role.”

“Yeah, it’s wild,” she chuckled and shrugged. “I’m still trying to wrap my head around it all, you know? One minute I’m doing indie films and can go anywhere without being recognized and the next I’m in a Spielberg movie? It’s ridiculous and amazing.”

“That’s not the only change that’s happened as of recently,” Jimmy cheesed at the camera as he lifted a picture of her and Dieter exiting a New York City restaurant. “You’re also dating Dieter Bravo—who by the way is just one of the most incredible actors alive, I think.”

“Yeah, he’s truly an amazing guy,” she waited for the audience to finish cheering in agreement. “Even getting to just know him is a gift that I cherish dearly. He’s a stunning man.”

“It’s so good to see you both so happy, and we’re so glad to have you here. Violet Apollo, everybody.”

Dieter was waiting for Violet backstage, giving her a hug once she walked up to him with a relieved sigh.

“God, I never wanna do another talk show again.” He chuckled and guided her back to the dressing room with his hand on her upper back, the bodyguards around them taking a backseat. “Did you like how sickeningly sweet I was when I was talking about you?”

“It could’ve been a little sweeter, my stomach doesn’t quite hurt yet.” She nudged his side, the two in a completely different place with each other than they had been just a few hours prior. Both of them hoped that this wouldn’t fade, that once they were done with the charade for the day that there would still be this sort of easy going understanding and friendship between them, unlike all the other times before. “Hey, I, uh, I know this pizza spot. Super low key. You wanna…go grab a slice and some beer?”

“Oh? Is that—do we need to have someone call the paparazzi?” She asked as she slipped out of her heels and grabbed the more casual clothes she came here in.

“No, no. This is…uh, it’s just us.” Violet looked at him with shock, and for a minute he regretted having asked at all, but when she smiled at him he couldn’t help but smile back. “That a yeah?”

“Sure, D. I’d like that.” He was grinning from ear to ear as he watched her disappear into the bathroom to change, feeling giddy in a way he hadn’t allowed himself to feel in years—possibly ever.

This wasn’t anything triumphant—just a slice of pizza and normalcy—but he couldn’t help but feel like a winner. Now that they’d gotten past the first speed bump and found their groove, who knew what could happen for them next?

“Ready, Bravo?” She walked out with a smile, no longer in her glammed state but still just as beautiful.

“I’m as ready as I’ll ever be, Apollo.”

•••

dieter taglist: @browneyes-issac @wildemaven @laureliciousdefinition @trinkets01 @paulalikestuff (please let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist!)

[softboydrew]

drew and y/n’s relationship

they met on an unintentional blind date, set up by friends.

y/n is a college student, she’s five years younger than drew.

long distance relationship vibes: drew being in la or nc most of the time and y/n lives and goes to school in nyc.

they’re both on the introvert side so they don’t have to constantly try and entertain one another with parties and friends, staying home and chilling, or walks around the city suffice.

y/n is an avid baker. She also likes art!

drew loves to read out loud to y/n and give her book recommendations.

y/n loves watching him play out and help him with his scripts.

they’re really that couple that every one calls their parents.

late night facetimes calls end up going until the mornings.

drew and y/n often argue about which one will move in with the other.

when they move in together they want to get a dog!!

y/n has become really close with drew’s obx cast and she loves it.

yes, she was a fan of the show before they met.

y/n knew who he was when they met for obvious reasons but she wasn’t “starstruck”

when drew met y/n he thought she was really quiet and liked teasing her about her height (he still does).

y/n wasn’t interested at first and when she found out that they were on a blind date she begged one of her friends to send her an “emergency” text so she could leave.

they love being together in the kitchen, listening to music and goofing around with a good bottle of wine.

couples who tiktok together stay together.

y/n loves interacting with his fans!!

drew was y/n’s first boyfriend but she didn’t tell him until months into dating because she was embarrassed.

they had a fight after she told him, he was angry she didn’t tell him and y/n is overly defensive.

drew is pretty kinky and y/n loves it.

they’re always attached at the hip, y/n is very handsy.

drew loves laying on her stomach and kissing her neck.

he also gets a kick out of watching her struggle when getting things from tall cabinets.

y/n craves his touch 24/7 and will never say no to pda.

she loves playing with his hair, when he got a buzz cut she thought it was the end of the world.

but, she grew to love it obviously.

secret love bites and scratch marks are drew’s favorite.

lip bites and lingering kisses make y/n crazy.

of course he’s made a sex playlist.

[oflights]

thanks for the tag, @liesmyth!

favorite time of the year: autumn for sure; i’m a scorpio, i love the weather and getting to wear sweaters and break out boots and drink cozy spiced things. i also love winter though; big Christmas person, and it’s my favorite time to live in nyc.

comfort food: i like doing long, slow braises in the dutch oven on the weekends, so anything like that. but also Chinese takeout

favorite drinks: i make a different kind of fruit and/or vegetable juice every day, depending on what’s in season, and i’ll try anything tbh. also this time of year i always have cider in my fridge, plus i’ve started mixing chai concentrate and almond creamer and whizzing it up with a frother and it’s. so good.

do you collect anything: not really; pretty books? though a few years ago my aunt thought I’d started collecting salt and pepper shakers and told other people in my family, who all started buying me cute salt and pepper shakers. I have no idea where she got the idea but I have a bunch of very silly ones now that just like take up room in a cabinet do not recommend collecting these btw

current song on repeat: the trapeze swinger by iron and wine, because of the orpheus fic lol

favorite video game: zelda breath of the wild; generally any zelda game. outside of zelda, i put 500 hours into animal crossing nh which seems insane? also just a ton of hours into stardew valley, which I have less shame about; it’s a wonderful game. oh and hades!! I’ve been itching to do another hades run soon.

favorite fic: i’m bad at identifying all-time faves because my brain tends to hyperfixate on things and i can’t even think of other fics i love. so these are drarry fics that are currently living in my head rent-free! ⬇️

yours is the earth (hold on, hold on) by chickenlovespumpkin; i love horror fics, and fucked up relationship dynamics, and alternating timelines (duh). this also has my absolute favorite proposal ever ever. it’s perfect.

I Do Not Love You by @writandromance; i’ve recced this before but it’s genuinely one of my favorite pieces of writing ever. you will never be able to hear the song “piano man” and not want to die. i even made a playlist of all the music the author suggests for each chapter! i’m a pianist, so this fic and the accompanying music just hits me right where i live.

Watch The Castles Burn by @moonflower-rose; this is just a regular rotation reread; i love it so much. so funny, sexy, angsty; the tension is so good and everyone is simply very attractive in this fic. 

if you’ve changed your mind by warmfoothills; i love the approach to this fic. it’s so sweet and cozy and has just enough UST and longing for me. 

tagging @moony-saraneth, @silverinerivers, @miss-ivyness, and anyone who sees this and wants to do it! 

[violetfaust]

Here's my pitch for the post-credits scene in Dr. Strange: Multiverse of Madness.

Open on a large wall-mounted TV clicking on to some news station.

Pull back so we can see a white cat sitting on a wooden coffee table, batting at the TV remote: she's just turned it on.

Then we start a slow pan around the room: nice, not huge, lived in. A squishy sectional couch with a huge photograph behind it of a graffitied wall outside an NYC subway station. Video game controllers on the coffee table. A floor plant or two. Music playing in the background, turned down quite low; we can't make out all the words.

The room flows into a dining room: big MCM-style table with the CA shield at one end. It's upside down and a black-and-white cat is curled up in it, asleep. There's an MCM sideboard with a record player and some speakers on top; a large mason jar filled with wine corks. Open storage on both sides; one side has a collection of vinyl records, the other a stack of board games and video game cartridges.

There's a record on the player, and now we can hear it clearly: Etta James's Trust in Me (we can also hear indistinguishable voices in the background, some muted laughter).

We can get along, we can get along

Oh, if you trust in me

While there's a moon, a moon in the sky,

While there are birds, birds to fly

While there is you, you and I

I can be sure that I love you

Oh stand beside me, stand beside me all the while,

Come on Daddy, face the future,

Why don't you smile

Trust in me and I'll be worthy of you

Camera keeps panning, never stopping, into an open kitchen: black cabinets, white subway tile, wood counters and floating shelves. A magnetic knife rack with a HUGE number of knives. Two almost-empty glasses of red wine on the kitchen island.

Music fades out and we can hear the people talking more clearly; the camera never stops to focus on them. We just get bits of conversation. It's Sam and Bucky, washing dishes at a big old farm sink. One of them washes and the other dries.

"--birthday, and Sarah asked if you'd bring that chocolate cake--"

"Oh, a request? For my chocolate-potato cake?"

(muttering)

"My 'Depression nonsense' cake? That cake?"

"What, you gotta make me say it?"

"You know what? Yeah, I do. C'mon. 'Bucky, I love the chocolate-potato cake.'"

"Okay, fine. FINE. Bucky, I love--"

Camera is panning out of the kitchen, in a circle back to the living/dining room, so the voices fade and we hear the music again. Passes an exposed brick wall with a ton of pictures and artworks, gallery style: black-and-white and color photos of families, the boat, a black-and-white photo of lower Manhattan seen from Brooklyn about 70 years ago, the wartime pic of Bucky and Steve from the Smithsonian, the picture of Sam and Riley from TWS, a candid of a lot of people from Tony's Avengers party at the beginning of AOU, a laughing Natasha Romanoff batting at Redwing, a WWII-era "Captain America Wants You" poster.

And we've come full circle back to the TV. Which is playing "Breaking News" footage of lightning flashing in purple skies and half of Manhattan falling into that huge sinkhole.

Alpine meows. Cut.

[suituuup]

pieces - chapter five

Five years ago, Chloe dropped off the face of the Earth. Beca didn't expect to see her again dancing in a strip club, out of all places.

rated: E (drug use and emotional abuse)

ao3 link

*

As the rest of the day ticked by, Beca kept replaying the events at Sarah’s coffee shop over and over, unable to pinpoint what she could have said to make Chloe bolt like that. She managed to focus on her tasks at hand over the afternoon and headed home around 6, groaning as soon as she stepped inside when she remembered she had promised Sarah to cook her dinner. 

She pondered on canceling for half a minute because all she felt like doing was taking a long shower and eating pizza in bed, but she already felt guilty about a lot of things these past couple of days. 

So she took a quick shower instead and put on some comfy jeans and a plaid shirt, tossing her blow-dried hair in a messy bun atop her head. With one of her favorite blues records playing throughout her home, Beca set to work to make creamy salmon pasta with spinach, nursing a much-needed glass of wine as she cooked. 

“Babe?” 

“In the kitchen,” Beca called out over the music, lowering the heat on the boiling water and dropping a handful of spaghetti in. She smiled as Sarah brushed a kiss to her cheek. “Hey.” 

“Hello you,” Sarah murmured, squeezing her hip as she walked past her to set a bottle of wine on the counter. “Smells delicious.” 

“Hopefully it tastes good, too.” Not that Beca was worried; she had been making this dish for a few years. “Wine?” 

Sarah hopped onto the counter next, humming. “Yes, please.” 

Beca opened the fridge and took the bottle out, reaching on the tip of her toes (shhh) for a glass in the cabinet over her head. She poured some wine in and handed it to Sarah. “Sorry I disappeared earlier.”

After Chloe had left, Beca wasn’t in the mood to eat or finish her coffee, leaving a $20 on the table on her way out. 

“Was that the friend you told me about yesterday?” 

Beca puffed out a sigh. “Yeah. She’s…” It’s complicated, Beca was about to say, but she figured she owed Sarah some details after what happened at her workplace. “She’s in a bad place. And I wanna help her, but she doesn’t seem to want any help. I don’t know what to do anymore.” 

Sarah covered Beca’s hand with her own, the pad of her thumb stroking her skin back and forth. “Has it been a long time since you last saw each other?” 

“Over six years. We fell out of touch about five years ago. Well, she cut us all out of her life nearly overnight.” 

Sarah tilted her head to the side. “Us?” 

“The Bellas, from college. Chloe and I were co-captains.” Beca swallowed around the lump forming in her throat as a wave of nostalgia hit her with full force. “She just… she was my best friend.” 

“I’m sorry, baby. Maybe give her some time and she’ll come around?” 

Beca doubted that, but she nodded anyway. “Yeah, maybe.” She shook her head, squeezing Sarah’s hand as she mustered a smile. “Enough about me. How was your day?” 

As the next week ticked by, Beca started to lose hope. In true Beca Mitchell fashion, she threw herself into work to avoid dealing with her emotions, staying at the office until midnight most days. 

A knock on her open-door one night made her jolt. She had lost herself in the view and her own thoughts, unaware someone was still at the office. 

Beca spun her chair around to face the door, finding Luke in the doorway. “Why are you here so late?” 

“I could ask you the same thing,” Luke pointed out, inviting himself in. He set a sheet of paper in front of Beca, then plopped down in the seat on the other side of her desk. “This is incredible. You’ve got to record it.” 

Beca glanced down at her own handwriting, heavily regretting showing Luke that song she wrote a few days ago. “I don’t know, man.” 

“What?” Luke asked, incredulous. “Becky, you haven’t been able to write a lyric for the past three years and now that you’ve got a platinum record worthy song, you don’t want to use it?”

Beca nibbled on the inside of her cheek. “It feels too personal, I’m not sure I feel like sharing it with the world.” She glared at him next. “And stop calling me Becky, this is getting old.” 

“I’m serious, this might be your best work yet,” Luke insisted. “Think about it?”

“I will. Now get out of my office,” Beca muttered.

“You got it, Becky,” Luke teased, easily catching the stress ball Beca tossed at his head, chuckling at her poor attempt. “You should go home and get some sleep.” 

“Yeah. Night.” 

“Goodnight.” 

*

It turned out Sarah had been right. 

When Beca wasn’t expecting it anymore, Chloe called. And she sounded like Chloe. Hope flared within her once more, but she tried not to let it engulf her whole being. While Chloe reaching out was an enormous step, Beca threaded carefully, knowing a lot could happen in five days. 

She wished she had been wrong, but as it pushed 1 pm that Thursday afternoon, it was pretty clear Chloe wouldn’t show. Beca didn’t have her phone number or any other way to contact her. Her heart felt heavy as she headed back to BMLJ for her meeting with Jesse regarding his movie score, and her head was too full of thoughts to completely focus on work. 

“Earth to Beca.” 

Beca hummed, snapping out of her daze. Jesse was staring at her in a mix of concern and curiosity. “Sorry.” 

“Do you wanna do this another time?” 

“No, no,” Beca insisted, straightening up. “I’m okay.” She hated how well Jesse knew her, and heaved a sigh when he gave her that look. “It’s Chloe.” 

“Chloe Beale?” Jesse asked. “She’s in New York?” 

“Yeah. I found her a couple of weeks ago. She’s a stripper at some hyped club in Times Square.” 

“Holy shit, seriously?” 

Beca proceeded to tell him everything over the next ten minutes, Jesse hanging onto every word. “Am I stupid? Trying so hard to help someone who clearly doesn’t want to be helped?” 

“No, you’re not stupid. You’re a softie under that tough exterior and you care deeply about the people you love. Especially Chloe. I was in the front row, remember?” 

Beca grimaced, some of that decade-old guilt surfacing. “Dude…” 

“It’s fine. I’m definitely over all of that, but we both know Chloe is too important for you to just give up. And from how you described her, and that phone call? It sounds like she still cares, but she lost herself along the way and is now in so deep she has trouble coming back on her own. Maybe she just needs to hear that asking for help isn’t giving up, but rather refusing to give up.” 

Those words echoed deep within Beca, and she found herself nodding, filled with newfound energy to fight for this. “I need to go by the club. Tonight. Her boss might kick me out if I show up inside, but maybe I can wait by the back door?” 

“I’ll come with you.” 

“You don’t have to, man. It might be hours before we see her.” 

“That guy sounds creepy, you shouldn’t go on your own.” 

Beca sighed. “Okay, fine. I’ll pick you up around ten.” 

*

Beca felt like they were on a stake-out as they waited in her car hours later, parked across the back alley of the club. Winter had definitely settled in in NYC and waiting in the cold for hours in freezing temperatures didn’t seem like a great plan. 

She texted back and forth with Aubrey, who once more offered to come down, but Beca was concerned Chloe might think they were ambushing her. 

It was pushing midnight by the time a familiar figure stepped out of the building through the side door. Chloe was on her own. 

Beca slapped Jesse’s arm to wake him up. “She’s here.” 

They both stepped out of the car and crossed the street when it was clear, Beca telling Jesse to wait by the corner as she tentatively approached Chloe, slipping her gloved hands inside the pockets of her dark grey wool trench coat. 

She was smoking a cigarette, clad in her glitter dress under an open fleece jacket. Her gaze flickered to Beca when she spotted her, her posture turning rigid. “What are you doing here?” 

There was no bite to her tone but soft curiosity, which reassured Beca further. 

“Can we talk?” 

Chloe glanced over her shoulder towards the door as she nibbled on her lower lip. “Five minutes, then I have to go back inside.”

She met Beca on the other side of the alley, the orange glow of the lamp post over their heads allowing Beca to trace her features. “You didn’t show earlier.” 

Chloe dragged on her cigarette. “I changed my mind.”

“Is that the truth or did someone tell you not to?” She wasn’t dumb; after meeting Chloe’s boss and knowing she was his favorite, she had an inkling the two were somehow involved. And that guy just gave off a crazy possessive vibe. Chloe’s silence was her answer. “Chlo…” 

“It’s more complicated than you think,” Chloe murmured, licking her lips. 

“Then explain it to me,” she demanded, a desperate edge to her tone. 

“Why are you doing this?” Chloe croaked out. “Why won’t you leave me alone?” 

Her question took Beca by surprise, and her mouth moved wordlessly for a few beats. “Because I care about you. And you’re not okay, Chlo. I want to help.” 

“Beca…” 

She thought back on Jesse’s words. “Asking for help is not giving up, Chloe. It’s refusing to give up. And I’m here. You just have to say the word, I’ve got you.” 

Chloe shook her head, closing her eyes briefly. “I’m not--” Her eyes were filled with so much sadness when they found Beca’s that Beca had to remind herself to breathe. “I’m not worth it.” 

Those four words felt like a knife lodging itself inside Beca’s heart. They stole all the air from her lungs and brought tears to her eyes. “What?” She whispered, her voice nowhere within reach as a huge lump formed in her throat. “That’s not true,” she said, with more forcefulness this time around. “It’s not, you hear me?” 

Chloe kept shaking her head. “You don’t know me anymore.” 

“Maybe I don’t know this version of you, but I know Chloe Beale is still in there, somewhere. I heard her on the phone the other day, remember? And I can see her now, under all those layers of sadness and lack of self-worth triggered by outside factors. I know her soul hasn’t changed, deep down. It couldn’t have, because you are the purest, kindest human being there is, and that has to still be somewhere in there.” 

“I’m broken, Bec,” Chloe cried, her eyes filled to the rim with tears threatening to spill over. “I’m a crack addict. I don’t--” A sob spilled from her throat. “I spend all my money on coke and all I know how to do anymore is show my breasts for money.” 

A tear rolled down Beca’s cheek as she reached for Chloe’s hand. “Then I’ll help put you back together. Piece by piece, for however long it takes. Whatever it takes, Chlo. I promise.” 

“Chloe?” 

Both their heads snapped towards the open door, where Marco stood. His features hardened when he saw Beca there, and Beca released Chloe’s hand, looking over her shoulder towards Jesse, who made his way over. 

“What is she doing here?” He spat out as he climbed down the set of steps. 

Chloe visibly swallowed, her fear radiating off her. “She’s just leaving.” 

“No, I’m not,” Beca stated, loud and clear as her eyes shone fiercely. “I’m not going anywhere without Chloe.” 

“You fucking homewrecker,” he muttered, crossing the alley in quick strides. Chloe stepped in front of Beca, as though to shield her with her own body. The anger swirling in his eyes shot a chill down Beca’s spine. “Move, Chloe.” 

Chloe shook her head. “You should go back inside, Marco. Please don’t make a scene, it’s not worth it.” 

Beca had never understood the expression ‘to see red’ until now; until she witnessed Marco backhanding Chloe with so much force she staggered back with a cry. 

Unparalleled rage filled her, the kind of rage she couldn’t control. She stepped forward and raised her fist, clocking him in the face with a mean right hook. She wasn’t sure if the cracking sound came from her knuckle or his nose breaking, the pain in her hand muffled by the adrenaline coursing through her veins. 

Marco stumbled a few steps backward with a grunt, his eyes screwed shut as he covered his nose with his hand. But Beca wasn’t done, taking advantage of his dizzy state and stepping forward to knee him in the balls as hard as she could so he couldn’t walk until they were all safely inside the car. 

“You guys get into the car,” Jesse ushered them, keeping an eye on Marco as he doubled over in pain. 

“Chloe, come on,” Beca coaxed urgently, grabbing her hand and pulling. To her surprise, Chloe didn’t fight her. She seemed absolutely shell-shocked, even once they reached the car, as though her legs were carrying her on their own accord and her brain was miles behind. “Get inside, Chlo.” 

Jesse jogged over a few seconds later and slid behind the wheel without Beca having to ask him, and she climbed in the backseat beside Chloe, relief washing over as the doors locked behind them and the car pulled onto the road towards safety. 

[lowkeyorloki]

Masterlist!

I just spent the last three hours rebooting my masterlist to make sure it’s tidy, legible, and updated! It looks completely different and I’m really happy with it. There’s a link to it on my blog, but to anyone who may want it in the form of a textpost, I’ve done that for y’all too. Hope this is helpful to someone out there :)

In each section (one-shots, headcanons, and multi-chapters), the most recent works are at the top. This means the further you go down, the older the fics become. I have written multiple drabbles on this blog, but they are not included on my masterlist. Just search ‘drabble’ on my blog and they’ll come up.

As of 2020, my imagines do not use any type of pronouns or biological descriptions (i.e, breasts or genitalia) unless the fic is smut. This is to make my work as inclusive as I can.

Last updated: July 16th, 2020

🌶️ means the fic contains smut. PLEASE only consume if you are 18+

⭐ means the piece is one of my personal favorites

Enjoy 🐍

One-Shots

Glass Warrior- 🌶️

You’re so beautiful, and so breakable. Loki would never forgive himself if he hurt you.

Dove

You begin to question the nature of your relationship with Loki as he calls you sweet names and looks at you with soft eyes.

Stay Kind

As you lay dying in Loki’s arms, you work up the strength to tell him one final thing.

Wounds- ⭐

You’re injured, and Loki shows a new side of himself as he nurses you back to health.

True Form

You’re intent on seeing Loki’s Jotunn side, even if he doesn’t want you to.

Release- 🌶️

A sensual situation from our favorite god’s point of view.

lbd- 🌶️⭐

After a fight with Loki, you wear the smallest dress you can to an Avengers press event.

Aftermath- ⭐

Loki always hated weakness. Because of this, you try to remain strong- even after being kidnapped.

Wine Drunk

The Asgardian wine Sif gave you is stronger than anything Tony Stark has in his liquor cabinet.

Tell Me You Love Me

You know it’s hard for Loki to be vulnerable, but sometimes, you need to hear those three words too.

An Heir

You have an honest conversation with Loki about the possibility of children.

3:33 In the Morning

You comfort Loki after a nightmare.

Steve

Loki experiences jealousy over a certain one of your past lovers.

Loki’s Perspective- 🌶️⭐

We always read about your first time with Loki through your eyes, but what is Loki thinking?

Phantom Pains

Loki can’t get his encounter with Thanos out of his mind.

Not the First, But the Last- ⭐

You ask Loki about his previous loves on Asgard.

A Different Loki

After Loki’s death in Infinity War, you awake to see him standing next to your bed… and it isn’t a dream.

Snapshots- ⭐

Having moments with Loki isn’t all that it seems.

The Wading Pools

Loki takes you to one of his favorite places in Asgard.

The Other Brother- ⭐

We all tell the story your romance with Loki through his eyes or your own. But what does it look like to the only other person who loves Loki as much as you do?

Scars

Loki returns from the events of Ragnorak after leaving you without a word, and finds you look different than he remembers.

Not His Tricks, Not This Time

After having a dream that may be telling of the future, Loki begins to train with you and become protective.

A Proposition

Loki is at a bar trying to forget you when a woman approaches him.

Blood

Loki awakes looking as perfect as ever- except for his bedhead, that is.

His Eyes- ⭐

After having a dream that may be telling of the future, Loki begins to train with you and becomes protective.

Through Loki’s Eyes- 🌶️⭐

Loki is so guarded around you. Now you can find out why.

Erstwhile- ⭐

You’re different than all the other girls Loki has been with. You’re sure of it.

Professor! Loki x You

A fun AU where Professor Laufeyson invites you to dinner, as he knows how bad the dorm food can be.

Burdened With Glorious Purpose- ⭐

Loki doesn’t have anything he came down to Midgard for. But he has you.

Bait

Villains have started to get wind of how much you matter to Loki, and soon enough, one takes you.

Power

Loki gets candid with his love for you.

Cruel

You’re engaged to Thor but in love with Loki, and it’s hard for both of you.

The First Time- 🌶️

You lose your midgardian virginity to Loki.

Heritage

After Thor’s banishment in the first “Thor”, you confront Odin about lying to his second-born son.

Hate Unguarded

You promise Loki his Jotunn form does nothing to deter you.

What Now?

You ask Professor Laufeyson what will become of the two of you now that classes are over.

I Can’t- ⭐

Loki never wanted to fall in love with you. He isn’t sure how to handle it.

Gone

Loki is a god, and you were always immortal. This was always going to happen.

Shrouded Secrets- ⭐

This is what being in a forbidden relationship with Loki entails.

Warrior

Loki patches up you, his Asguardian lover lover after a battle.

Soulmates (?)

Loki doesn’t believe in soulmates. He does believe, however, in choice.

The Battle of NYC- 🌶️⭐

You’re an Avengers, tasked with protecting the citizens of New York as Loki and the Chituari attack. You find Loki on the ground- but fighting doesn’t seem to be where your head is right now.

What Loki Learned For You

Deaf! reader x Loki request where he learns sign language.

Sleepy Mornings

Loki is cuddly when he first wakes up.

Replacement

A fic inspired by the slander that was Infinity War to MAKE EVERYTHING OKAY.

Get It Together, Laufeyson

Loki isn’t sure how to tell you his true feelings, so he goes to Thor and Valkyrie for help.

I Thought You Were Dead

Loki is overcome with relief after you return to Avengers Tower.

The Throne- 🌶️⭐ (for a version with he/him pronouns, go here)

Loki sits on the throne of Asgard, and it’s everything he ever wanted- you decide to make his fantasy even better.

Loki and Lightning

For Loki, lightning brings less than pleasant memories.

Mythology Nerd

As someone who has loved and studies Norse myths for as long as you can remember, you’re thrilled to meet Loki- not that you would want him to know that, of course.

I’m Not Like Thor- 🌶️

Years of being compared to his older brother have taken a toll on Loki.

Thor’s a Flirt- 🌶️

…and he really should have known better than to court you in front of Loki.

Bullets

You and Loki gradually grow closer and closer.

Loki x Plus Size! Reader- 🌶️

Loki is more than willing to show you how truly beautiful you are.

Five Kisses

Five different types of kisses, each to prove your love.

Charity Event

Stark is always forcing the team to smile for the cameras, but the world hasn’t been accepting of the love you found with Loki.

Nightmares

This is the fic that put me on the map! Loki suffers from nightmares, and you only acknowledge each other at night.

Friday Nights- 🌶️

Loki comes to your apartment every Friday- in multiple meanings of the word.

Kiss Me

Both you and Loki know he loves you, but he won’t say it.

Realizations

As you and Loki grow closer and closer, he notices the shift in his true emotions towards you.

Headcanons

Loki Gets Headaches After NYC- ⭐

Sensual Loki Headcanons- 🌶️

Misc. Loki and Loki x Reader

Loki’s Vices- ⭐

Domestic! Loki Headcanons- ⭐

Random Loki and Loki x Reader- ⭐

Loki and Reader Meeting In the Avengers Compound

Taking A Bath With Loki After A Long Day- 🌶️

Loki’s Jotunn Form Provides Him With High Levels of Stamina- 🌶️

Friends With Benefits to Lovers With Loki- 🌶️

Loki After An Argument- ⭐

Loki’s Favorite Positions- ⭐

Being Pregnant With Loki’s Child Would Include

Does Loki Like Vocal Girls?- 🌶️

Losing Your Virginity To Loki (Established Realtionship)- 🌶️

Dating Loki Headcanons

Multi-Chapters

These are all stories I started when I was a lot younger. They won’t ever be completed, but I have left them up because people enjoy the little there is!

Betrothed: 1, 2, and 3

You and Thor are engaged, but it’s Loki you’re in love with.

Lugh: 1 and 2

Loki died, leaving you to raise your child he never got to know about alone. But then, Loki shows up on your doorstep, and neither of you know where to go from there.

She Shall Have

She Shall Have is a multi-chapter I started on tumblr but moved to ao3, where it is now updated every Saturday. It is the fic I am the most proud of, and I am SUPER passionate and excited about it!

Chapters 1, 2, and 3 can be found here on this blog. It is continued on my ao3, where I write under the pseud lowkeyorloki. Check it out and come say hi!

[blueiscoool]

This Modern $7.2 Million NYC Tribeca Loft

The light-filled Tribeca condo (there are 11 windows) has fresh design elements by Kevin Dumais.

It often takes living in a new home or condo for a bit to work out all the pros and cons of the pre-existing interior design. That’s what happened between a young couple and their loft at 155 Franklin: After a year there, they decided it was time for some renovations. They tasked Dumais Interior Design with reworking the 2,400-square-foot unit and making it feel more fresh. Now, they’ve listed the place for $7.2 million, so all of those updates could soon be yours.

The home is a true loft with an open floor plan, and it’s situated in Tribeca overlooking Leonard Street. The building itself dates back to 1882 and was originally a warehouse. Nowadays it’s better known as a favorite hideaway for celebrities: Taylor Swift owns multiple units here (she bought one from Lord of the Rings director Peter Jackson) and Orlando Bloom flipped a condo in the building a few years back.

Since the for-sale residence has such a large open space, one of the biggest challenges was sectioning it off into different “rooms.” Interior designer Kevin Dumais and his team brought in furniture and decor that was a mix of custom pieces and vintage finds. Since it’s in a historic building, they worked with some of the pre-existing elements rather than against them. “The exposed ceiling, the exposed beams, the columns and all that stuff hadn’t been touched or renovated over,” Dumais tells Robb Report. “So it was exciting, it felt like a true loft.”

The kitchen was one of the biggest updates. Dumais says the original was “difficult to maneuver,” so the team reworked the layout in order to make cooking and entertaining easier. The counters are Calacatta marble, the cabinets are all custom and feature walnut interiors and the appliances include a Subzero refrigerator, a Miele dishwasher, Viking range and a Wolf oven. Storage was another priority. Dumais added a walk-in pantry to the space as well as a double-sided bar that divides the room and functions as a hallway closet on one side and a wine fridge on the other.

There are three bedrooms and two bathrooms altogether, but the primary suite is opposite from the other two, so it feels suitably private. It includes a walk-in closet from California Closets as well as a bathroom with more Calacatta marble, a double vanity from Restoration Hardware and dual rain shower heads.

Interested in snapping up this unique listing? Kirsten Jordan and Victoria Adamo of Douglas Elliman hold the exclusive listing.

By Helena Madden.