#sorry long tags ha 😅 i'm done now

[onefey]

you're going about your normal day when, suddenly, surprise! you've been pokémon mystery dungeon'd!

unfortunately, due to budget cuts, the pokémon assigning quiz has been canceled. instead, you must spin THE WHEEL, assigning you a random, unevolved, non-legendary and non-mythical pokémon. you must now go on some sort of world-saving adventure as this pokémon. good luck!

tell me in the tags what you rolled, and how you feel about it - for bonus points, you can spin the wheel again for (or just take your pick of) a pokémon to be your partner.

bonus rules:

you're not shiny unless the wheel tells you you're shiny

take your pick of regional forms and evolutions (for example, if you roll vulpix, it's up to you whether that means normal or alolan vulpix)

apply whatever logic you like with regards to gender

have fun and be yourself!

[prettylittlcresources]

Hi! Quick question for y'all because I wasn't planning on sliding in with a gif pack til I'm on winter break, but I do have this one laying around right now:

[acourtofwhatthefuck]

A Friend In Need’s A Friend Indeed — Azriel x Cassian.

Summary: Azriel’s been mighty stressed recently. Cassian is a good friend with a good suggestion and a good mouth.

Note: I still haven’t had a chance to sort out my tag lists, I’m sorry. This has been sitting in my drafts for ages. Life has been so busy recently 😅

Warnings: Smut, 18+, minors dni. 💕

It’s clear to Cassian, the second he walks into the room, that the shadowsinger is in a foul mood.

In all honesty, Azriel has been in a foul mood all week.

He’s not very good at striking a work-life balance. Missions and reports and information flood his thoughts and keep him awake at night. They have done every night this week.

So when Cassian slumps down in the armchair opposite his, he eyes his friend and knows — Azriel is not going to be pleasant company tonight.

His brow is deeply furrowed and darkened as he stares down at the papers in his hands. Cassian considers asking him what, exactly, the report pertains to — but he selfishly decides that the information will numb his brain, and he doesn’t think he can bear to hear it right now. Whatever. Az doesn’t even glance up at him.

So Cass pours himself a drink and settles into the chair. And only after the fifth time Azriel sighs — yes, he’s counting — does he ask, “Long day?”

Az simply grunts and turns the page. This is going to be a long night.

"You look like you could use a drink," the Illyrian General pauses. "Or ten."

No reply.

Cass says, "Az."

"What, Cassian?"

"Why don't you put those papers down and have a conversation? Or better yet, let's go to Rita's—"

"I'm busy."

Cassian purses his lips. “The world isn’t going to end if you set your work aside for the night.”

“Your world is going to end if you don’t stop yapping in my ear,” Azriel pauses, scans the paper — and then growls, chucking it onto the coffee table in front of them both. “This is fucking pointless.”

Maybe Cass should ask, he thinks. He studies his friend. “What is it, exactly, that’s had you in such a foul mood all week?”

Azriel’s bleary hazel eyes merely flick up to him; clearly he doesn’t appreciate the observation. Dark smudges sit beneath his eyes. His entire body, shadows and all, is coiled tightly. Tense.

Oh. Oh. A fight, Cassian realises — a fight is what’s going to take the edge off. Goading Az, provoking him…he’s done it more times than he can count in centuries of friendship. Letting him get a few punches in will surely ease the tension. Cass is willing to do that for him.

“You’ve just been a rain cloud of fucking doom all week,” he smirks as the shadowsinger stiffens even more. “Perhaps you need to get laid. Although, no one will surely come near you while you’re walking around with a face like a slapped ass.”

Cassian waits for his retort. For him to surge forward and knock him out of the chair, or for him to demand that they go right up to the training rings at once and speak through their fists, considering Cass clearly has a lot to say.

But Azriel’s jaw ticks, and he merely shoots back, “Suck my dick, Cassian.”

The mischief almost winks out of Cass’s eyes. Almost. It’s not the response he’s expecting.

But he rights himself and sits up, his smirk widening. “Is that what it will take to cheer you up, Az? Getting your cock between my lips? When was the last time someone sucked you dry?”

The irritated twitching of Azriel’s eye tells Cassian that it’s been way, way too long since someone sucked him dry. And that shocks Cass. Az has many lovers dotted about the city — many different people he could lose himself in for a couple of hours. If he’s not even tearing himself away from his stress for some mindless pleasure, it must be bad.

“Cauldron,” Cassian raises an eyebrow. “Maybe I should suck your dick.”

There’s no response. Not even a bark for him to fuck off. Azriel simply shifts in his armchair and clutches a cushion to his lap.

And Cass tracks the movement. He narrows his eyes on that cushion, and it takes him a shamefully delayed moment to realise that it’s been very deliberately placed there. He chokes out a laugh, “Holy shit, are you hard?”

“I wouldn’t be,” Az grits his teeth, “if you’d just shut the fuck up and stop talking about sucking my dick. It’s been a while, okay? I’m wound up.”

“…And is your hand not working, or…”

“It’s not enough. I’ve tried. I can’t…I can’t come.”

Silence settles between them. For once, Cassian isn’t quite sure what to say.

And perhaps Az is expecting him to make a joke, because he shakes his head and quickly stands. Grabs his reports. Makes to book it the fuck out of there.

But Cass says, “Wait.”

“Forget it, Cass—”

“I’m not laughing at you, Az,” he sits up. “You know I’ll always help you in any way that I can.”

Azriel scoffs. “What, like sucking my dick?”

“Why not?”

“Can you be fucking serious for five minutes.”

Cass shrugs, “I’m completely serious.”

Azriel stares back at him, narrowing his eyes. But the usual humour and banter…it’s absent. His face is open, honest.

He’s serious, Az realises. Completely serious.

The shadowsinger raises an eyebrow. “Cass…”

“Are you saying no?”

“…Well, no—”

“So sit down, Az.”

The choice is entirely Azriel’s, and the shadowsinger himself knows that. He can sit down and…and take what Cass is offering…or he can walk out of here and leave that boundary unbreached.

It feels a little surreal as his feet begin moving. Back over to the chair he’d vacated.

He thinks he might be shaking, which is weird, but sex and all that it involves tends to come naturally to Az. But in five centuries, it’s a line that he and Cassian have never crossed. They’ve seen each other naked plenty of times. They’ve fucked other people in the same room. It’s never come to this.

Until now.

Azriel watches as Cassian rises from his chair and stalks over. He can’t believe he’s actually doing this, can’t believe Cassian is actually offering.

But there’s nothing but sheer will in the General’s eyes as he sinks to his knees. Azriel parts his legs for him.

He swallows hard as Cass drags his hands up his legs. And his voice comes out in a rasp as he says, “You don’t have to do this—”

“Az?” Cass cuts him off.

“Yeah?”

“Shut up and enjoy it.”

He can hardly argue with that. And as Cassian unlaces Azriel’s breeches and tugs them apart, the spymaster isn’t sure he’d be able to find the words, anyway.

Cassian’s hand is huge and warm and rough and callused. And as he reaches into Az’s breeches and pulls his hardened cock out, both males let out a little breath.

“Oh, yeah,” Cass eyes the rigid length, the swollen head, leaking with moisture. “You really need this.”

Azriel’s response dies on his tongue at the first stroke. He can only manage a grunt.

“Whatever you need, Az,” Cassian pumps his hand, dipping his head. “Fuck my mouth. I can take it.”

And then, gripping Azriel’s cock in his hand, he drags a broad stroke of his tongue, from the base to the head. Azriel’s hips jerk.

“Shit,” he grits his teeth, eyes intently on Cassian’s tongue.

Cassian smiles and does it again, “Like that?”

“Yeah. Yes. Can you…”

“Put you in my mouth?” as his tongue once again reaches the head, he wraps his mouth around it and hums his approval. He laps at that little pearl of moisture that’s waiting there.

“Fuck, Cass,” Azriel gasps. He relaxes in the seat, fingers sinking into Cassian’s hair.

Cass realises quickly that he enjoys this. He’s had the odd experience with males over the years, but it’s mostly females that take his fancy. But this — feeling Azriel’s cock disappear into his mouth, feeling his thigh flex under his hand, feeling him jerking and writhing on the spot — gods above, he’s so fucking hard right now.

His lips and tongue seem to work in tandem. He drags his mouth over Azriel’s length, licking and sucking as he goes. And then he pulls his lips off him and repeats.

Azriel’s breaths are picking up. This is so much better than his hand. He actually feels like he might come, and not just be beating away at pleasure that never comes to anything. He moans, pulling at the strands of Cassian’s hair. And at the same time, he uses his other hand to push Cass’s head down.

“Gods, Cass, your mouth,” he growls, encouraging the bobbing motion that Cassian’s head falls into. With every push, Cass takes him in deeper, deeper.

And with saliva dripping from his chin, and the head of Az’s dick damn near grazing the back of his throat, a single thought crosses Cassian’s mind: he really likes sucking cock.

“Harder,” Az grunts, not even sure he means to say it. But he just wants…wants Cass to be rough. Wants this to be teetering on the edge of pleasured pain.

But Cass pulls his cock out of his mouth, wrapping his hand around the length. He pumps fast, hard, and then says, “Fuck my mouth, Az.”

The second Cassian’s lips are wrapping around him again, Azriel does exactly that.

He’s lifting his hips and gripping Cassian’s head with both hands, and he thrusts, hard, panting and sweating and swearing. Cassian takes it all like a champ, greedily swallowing every taste of him. His hands grip the back of Azriel’s legs, and he slides his mouth all the way down.

And this time, when the head hits the back of his throat, Azriel stills.

“Fuck!” He shouts, groans, gasps, roars. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

His cock is absolutely exploding. A week’s worth of pent-up frustration shoots from him and spills down Cassian’s throat. Cass swallows. And swallows. And swallows. Every last drop. He moans while doing so.

Az thinks his hips are still rolling long after his release has rocked him. He can’t bring himself to let go of the pleasure, to remove his cock from his friends mouth. It twitches on Cassian’s tongue and dribbles the remnants of his seed with every jerk. Cassian stares up at him with swollen lips and lustful eyes.

And then, after what feels like an eternity, the two males finally part. Both are breathing heavily. Cassian wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“That was—” Azriel swallows, tucking himself back into his breeches. He doesn’t bother to lace them up. “When did you learn to do that?”

Cassian’s smirk is purely roguish as he pushes to his feet. “I’ve learned a whole lot of things you can’t even begin to imagine,” he rolls his shoulders. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

Az watches him, his eyes falling to that hardened bulge that pushes through Cassian’s own trousers. He clearly enjoyed what just occurred. And that thought alone has Az’s cock twitching to life again.

He leans forward, opening his mouth — to say what, to suggest what, he isn’t sure. But before he can voice his desires, footsteps are approaching.

Both males straighten up as Rhys appears in the doorway, a drink in his hand.

The High Lord sniffs, his brow furrowing. And then he looks between his two friends — Az’s unlaced breeches and heaving chest. Cassian’s swollen lips. He puts two and two together.

“Cauldron fucking boil me,” is all he grouses, and then he’s turning back and leaving the way he came.

Leaving Cassian and Azriel alone once more.

[kcscribbler]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Tagged by the ever-early @elodiah.

I'm still fiddling with a few WIPs right now and won't be online a lot of the week, so instead have the scene I cut from a recent chapter. I posted bits of it here before and eventually decided to cut it completely. Hope that's okay. 😅

--SOME HOURS LATER--

A warm hand on his brow is what wakes him however long it is later, startling him out of what feels like a remarkably painless sleep, all things considered.

He is not destined for godly or mortal paradise, and this surely cannot be Hel?

Mobius makes a vaguely surprised noise when he realizes Loki’s eyes are open. “Hey, there you are.”

His own eyes are dark-shadowed, pinched at the corners as they always are when he has a headache, but he seems much calmer than Loki remembers last seeing him. And looks utterly exhausted. His hair is sticking up everywhere, as if he’s been dragging his hands through it repeatedly.

“Are you really awake this time?”

Loki blinks for a few seconds, trying to sort through the confused muddle of his last recollection, before nodding somewhat uncertainly.

Mobius chuckles, and reaches somewhere beyond Loki’s vision, bringing back a plastic bottle of water and uncapping it. “Go slow,” he warns, slipping a hand behind Loki’s neck to assist with a better angle.

Cool and refreshing, the water is most welcome. It serves to slowly wash back what Loki now realizes must have been a very near-death experience, if his memories are accurate. The acrid bite of the cursed dagger seems to have vanished, as it should have within these walls and the cast Runes they hold; and while the wound is no longer radiating such agony as he last remembers, it is very much still in existence, that much is clear.

Even the small effort of drinking seems to sap the rest of his energy, however, and it is with great struggle that he forces his eyes open again, not willing to fall back into that darkness without first ascertaining their safety. He appears to be lying semi-sprawled on the ground, like a marionette with its strings cut. A downy pillow rests under his head, and he is covered with what feels like half a dozen coverings – but that is definitely the hard, chilled stone floor under him.

Oh. Yes, good. Mobius had understood Loki’s basically non-existent directions, and had opened a Door directly beneath them to drop them into relative safety in the Citadel. It would have been a bit of a tumble, but certainly better than remaining where they were. Loki spares a brief moment to be impressed that Mobius had figured it out quickly enough to keep him from exsanguination, but that full story will likely need to wait.

Mobius puts a hand on his shoulder, as if reading his confusion on his face. “I assume we’re safe, for now,” he reassures, calm and soothing. “And do I have a load of questions for you about this place! When you’re feeling better, anyway.”

“…Questions?”

“They can wait. You need rest.”

Loki shifts a bit against the cold floor, and immediately is informed by his own physiology of just how not healed he is. Mobius’ face twists in sympathy. “You’re doing a lot better than you were yesterday, but it’s not gonna be a fun recovery, I'm guessing. ‘Specially without magic."

“If this is a lot better,” Loki rasps, breathing heavily, “then I shudder to think of the previous state.”

Mobius worries at a little string fraying on one of the blankets. “You’re not the only one,” he finally says. “I was sure Valhalla was putting another place setting on that long table.”

Loki reaches up to place an unsteady hand on his, noting the absence of the ring which had done its job perhaps a little too well. “I’m sorry,” he whispers.

“You should be,” Mobius retorts, but he turns his hand to lace their fingers tightly. “Oldest trick in the book, and you fell right for it. Damn it, Loki.”

“Forgive me if I find it rather difficult to focus on myself when there is a lesser variant of me with a blade at your throat.” Mobius snorts, amused despite himself at the designation. Loki exhales in a pained grunt. “Might we adjourn to something softer than the floor?”

“I think so, yeah. If you can make it upright for a few seconds, I can use the momentum to get you settled. I’ll get you something to drink with sugar in it, too. Even if your magic kicks back in, it isn’t gonna fix blood loss. You really need a doctor.”

“I would like to try to heal myself first, if you’d be so kind as to assist.”

Mobius nods and gets to one knee beside what Loki now realizes is a makeshift pallet on the floor; and no wonder, since Mobius could never have gotten him up alone. The runes hidden in the walls were just enough to cancel out the curse from the blade, though it does not feel as if his magic is even close to returning. Perhaps assisting a bit with healing, but nothing more.

Brows drawn with worry, Mobius locks one hand around Loki’s and firmly grasps a bony elbow with the other hand. “Ready?” he asks.

Loki nods, braces himself with opposite hand against the floor, and clenches his jaw to prevent a shout of pain when he pushes off, hauled to his feet and kept there with remarkable strength given that it takes a moment for him to find his footing. It is only a few meters to the bed, but it might well have been light-years, for as much as he is exhausted again, limp and breathing heavily, when they finally reach it.

Mobius fusses for a few minutes with the pillows, carefully arranging them so Loki can sleep on his uninjured side instead of his back, facing the middle of the bed. A glass of some sweet-smelling fruit juice is held to Loki’s lips, and then set on the table after he drinks from it. Mobius then retrieves the blankets from the floor, arranging and rearranging them until Loki, already half-asleep again, finally drags his eyes open and catches his wrist mid-action.

“What is it? What do you need?”

“You,” Loki whispers. “I need you safe, and I need you to rest. Please.”

It is telling that he gets no argument against the latter. Mobius just nods, and then after a moment of hesitation slips off his shoes and settles somewhat awkwardly on the other half of the not-exactly-oversized bed. Loki watches through half-closed lids as he fidgets with the unfamiliar sleeves of the pajamas. Discovered prowling around, no doubt, while Loki slept. He turns up the cuffs of the simple brown top, and then unrolls them again. And again. And again.

His hands are shaking.

“Are you all right?” Loki asks.

Mobius immediately stops and then squirrels under the sheet and quilt, offering what Loki can immediately tell is a forced smile as he settles in, hands folded neatly over his chest. “Don’t you worry about me,” he says quietly.

Loki’s lips curve in a faint smile. “I have done nothing but that, these last months,” he admits. It is, perhaps, a little too honest, a little too fraught with pain, for right now. “With good reason, it would seem. I told you that you were too trusting.”

A faint snort, but Mobius seems to then relax and fall back into old bantering habits, exhaling in a gusty sigh. “Yeah, yeah. Rub it in.” He side-eyes Loki briefly, and despite the weight of these last months seems to silently agree that, and all its unspoken consequences, is a discussion for the morrow. Instead, he simply turns on his side to face Loki, watchful and silent.

Loki manages a shallow, measured exhale and inhale. Another, and then another, until the pain is bearable.

“Please tell me we’re not going to talk about things right now,” he then rasps.

A brief chuckle, even if it’s tinged with sadness. “Not unless you want to.”

“Actually, I do. But not – not until I can think clearly,” he says, a little more candid than he meant. He blinks a few times and allows the pain to settle, to become a Thing of the body, not the mind. He has had far worse, after all.

Mobius huffs what seems to be a sigh of relief. “Sounds like a plan.” He pats Loki’s shoulder and then turns to shut off the light.

Loki’s eyelids droop against his will, but he reaches out across the space, careful not to stretch too far, and settles for leaving his hand there as he loses the fight against sleep.

Tagging @lokimobius @doomed-spectacles @insert-witty-user-name-here @mirilyawrites @loki-is-my-kink-awakening

@in-my-loki-feels @andthekitchensinkao3 @mythical-magik @scifikimmi and @thosegayoldmen

Whatcha workin' on this week?

[takeariskao3]

WIP tag

Thanks for the tags @nodirectionhome-ao3 & @missgryffin!!! both of you are incredible writers and i am just chuffed that you thought of me. <3

List the titles of your top five priorities for WIP updates (link your fics for new readers!)

An upcoming scene, event, or detail in each fic that you're looking forward to writing

Bonus: make a poll for your followers to vote on which top 5 WIP they are most excited to see an update on!

Then tag 10 writer friends!

my wips (and the fact that they are still wips and not finished) make me so sad but we're working through it. also the priority levels have changed massively in the past week or so (whoops)

WIPS:

already gone--amnesia hinny au, ginny wakes up without six years of memory and no context for the world she finds herself in

the path from you-- a post-war hinny au/bodyguard fic, ginny is receiving anonymous letters and harry gets assigned to her case... will their shared history get in the way of solving the mystery?

love wasn't designed for the cynical-- (not posted/oneshot) amnesia/timeloop percabeth au, percy pisses off hera (again) and gets stuck in an alternate universe where he and annabeth never got together. he has to relive the same day over and over with no idea how to get out

spring fever-- a/b/o & sex pollen hinny au, a mutation in the cherry blossoms reactivate a long dormant biological reaction and humanity dissolves into a sex crazed pandemic. through absolutely no fault of their own, harry and ginny end up riding out the stay at home measures together... and maybe, accidentally, trigger each others designations

it's a match!-- (not posted/oneshot) an epistolary (text fic/socmed au) where harry and ginny keep matching across all dating apps over the span over several years. will they ever move past their casual acquaintanceship and actually go on a date?

scenes i'm excited to write:

harry takes ginny to the holyhead harpies stadium. ginny has some expected, and some unexpected, interactions

i'm really looking forward to writing the entirety of chap, 19 to be honest, but specifically harry and ginny trying and failing to have a secret relationship

mr d knows exactly what's going on, and refuses to help percy even a little bit lmaooo

spring fever is tough. i feel like the smut i'm writing right now isn't hitting the plot beats that i want so i am taking a SHORT break from it and focusing on some other things that have more momentum. but i'm excited to write harry and ginny going into a full sex fog and this fic finally earning it's dubious consent tag

i made the graphics so all i have left to do for this one is format the messages... and i'm actually not looking forward to this part because it's so time consuming and trial and error and it's frustrating for me so that's why i haven't posted it yet whoops.... other than that it's done 😅

POLL TIME

my plan was to update already gone next but as always i will honor the results of the sacred tumblr poll

tagging: @thenicestthingiveseen @displayheartcode @brightlybound @starlingflight @nena-96 @celestemagnoliathewriter @corneliaavenue-ao3 @four2andnew @historyevolving @ginnyw-potter @greenhousethree

(sorry if you've already been tagged)

[caritobbg]

Coffee Disaster - P1

Bucky Barnes x Barista!Reader x Father Figure!Tony.

Summary: Tony and Bucky's feud has reached its limit of tolerance. What can happen when you leave a supersoldier and Iron Man alone for a few minutes? Answer: disaster.

A/N: well, this is my first Bucky's oneshot! This idea was a dream i had a couple of days ago 😅 I couldn't let it go, so I decided to write it. It might be a multi-chapter because of everything I've been writing 😅😂.

I hope you like it and enjoy it as much as I did while I was writing this story 🥺

TW: SO MUCH ANGST - Bucky&Tony being stupid - angry reader (yes, it's a warning) - sad Bucky - heartbreak

English isn't my first language. Sorry if there's any mistakes 😅

Tag: @ro-is-struggling @luciasimmer96 @themorningsunshine @mads-weasley @aquanova99 @alexsoenomel (if you wanna be tagged, just tell me 🥺❤️)

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

"Y/N's Coffee Talk - CLOSED INDEFINITELY".

"Reason: ANTHONY EDWARD STARK - JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES".

Those were the signs that had all the people in the Avengers Tower furious. The tower's barista had decided to close her coffee bar because of a LITTLE INCIDENT a few days before between her father figure and the man she had fallen in love with. Although they didn't know what happened, they could imagine why Y/N was more than upset with them.

The enmity between them reached its limit for such a silly reason! They both wanted the best for her, but their differences did the opposite.

Neither spoke as they pulled out and threw away what was destroyed, each in their own mind carefully planning every step to take to recover that broken relationship and avoid every person in the tower lining up to have their heads as a reward.

Bucky: We should get to work - breaking the overwhelming silence and finishing throwing the last piece of broken wood into the dumpster - this has gone far enough.

Tony: I know - feeling just as guilty - Y/n had put a lot of effort into her work to get all this done.

Bucky: we'll have to do our best to reverse this situation.

Bruce: I want to talk to you two -approaching them with Nat- what did you do to leave the place like that? You know that y/n...

Tony: Yeah yeah, we know - rolling his eyes - that's why we're going to get to work right away.

Nat: Can we know what happened? Steve didn't give details, but even he's itching to rip your heads off.

Tony: It's a long story, but...

Bruce: start talking - impatient

Bucky: what happened was...

Flashback:

Y/N: Good morning James - opening the door and letting out the beautiful smell of freshly brewed coffee - the usual? -with her trademark smile -double shot of espresso with a spoonful of sugar?

Bucky: Good morning Y/N/N -smiling at him- yes, please.

Y/N: Funny so early in the morning here, I thought you were going for a run with Sam?

Bucky: I was -laughing- I needed a moment of peace before the birdbrain makes me kill him -she just laughed and shook her head- also...-dubiously- I wanted to talk something with you

Y/N: mm? What is it? -purging her machine to place the sieved filter holder in it

Bucky: I wanted to know if...

Y/N: Oh no -pulling out his phone-

Bucky: What's wrong?

Y/N: Steve promised to help me upload the new order, they brought beans from Ethiopia, they are some of the best and with an indescribable flavour! -anxious and happy- and it looks like it's already arrived because he just texted me to say it's downstairs.

Bucky: uh.. Ok, it can wait -giving him a warm smile- don't worry.

Y/N: -serving his coffee- are you sure you don't want to tell me now?

Bucky: really doll, don't worry. I'll tell you later and... You make the best coffees in the world

Tony: Speaking of coffee, how about my cappuccino? -looking at the scene before his eyes- I thought it would be ready by now.

Y/N: You're going to have to wait Stark, until I get back I'm not going to make you your beloved cappuccino -passing by his side and grabbing a list of the order-.

Tony: But...

Bucky: Leave her alone Tony, Steve's waiting for her downstairs.

Tony: Did I ask you something?

Bucky: Don't rush her, she's got to go get...

Tony: -ignoring him- come on girl, I need your cappuccinos- behaving like a little kid

Y/N: -hanging up her apron- Tony, wait for me in about... -looking at the time- 30 minutes and I'll do it. I'm not leaving Steve alone downstairs with the three bags of coffee at 3kg each!

Tony: Fine -annoyed- but you'd better...

Bucky: Yeah yeah, make your cappuccino when she's back. Leave her alone Stark

Tony: Shut your mouth Barnes, nobody asked you anything here.

Bucky: And what are you gonna do if i don't...

Y/N: OK YOU TWO -separating them- what did I tell you about arguing here?

Tony&Bucky: that you'll ban us from entering until we settle our differences.

Y/N: exactly -checking that nothing is missing- well, in 30 minutes I'll be back here. In the meantime -seriously- behave like the adults you are -leaving them and closing the door while putting up a "be right back" sign.

Tony: What are you doing here winter? -crossing his arms-

Bucky: None of your business, tin man - sitting down near the bar.

Tony: Uh-huh, right. You never miss your morning jog with Sam or Steve, something brought you here early.

You see, Tony considered Y/N like a daughter. Ever since he met her in that coffee shop in downtown NYC and, months after learning that she was out of work and that her parents had died -years before- in an accident, he swore he would protect her with everything in his power. And that protection included keeping a certain super-soldier away from her.

Bucky: I told you it's none of your business - texting Sam.

Tony: What do we have here... -pulling out his phone and checking it

Bucky: HEY! STARK, GIVE THAT BACK TO ME -chasing him all over the place until he stopped abruptly-

The big ironman couldn't believe his eyes. He kept seeing those messages over and over again.

{SW} AND? Did you tell her? What happened?

[BB] No, not yet.

{SW} Why?! Buck, you have to invite her! Don't waste your time!

Tony: Really Barnes?! I told you to stay away from her! You were going to ask her out!?

Bucky: so what? -putting his phone away- yeah, I want to ask her out, is there a problem with that?

Tony: I'm not going to let you....

Bucky: What you're not going to let? A retired, recovered assassin asking out his best friend?

Sure... "best friend." Since the day they met, Bucky can't get her out of his mind. Y/N was amazing, someone he could spend hours and hours talking to about whatever was on their minds, the one person who could calm him down when his nights were plagued by nightmares of his stormy past. His love for her reached a higher level where he loved her as more than just his best friend.

Tony: I told you, stay away from her -pushing him away-.

Bucky: Stark, I'm warning you -threatening- don't provoke me. You're not her real father.

Tony: Uhh that's scary, -mocking him- and no, I'm not her father, but I'll do anything to keep her away from the monster that...

A fist connecting directly to his face prevented him from speaking any further. Indeed, his provocation brought out the worst in the supersoldier. Tony landed on one of the tables, knocking it completely off and leaving only splinters.

Tony: -still giddy- that's how you want to play it, huh? -slowly getting up and wiping away the small drop of blood that was falling on his lip- we can fix it.

Bucky: Do it

And the fight began.

They both dodged all the blows of their nemesis with speed, though some of them landed on their bodies. They used EVERYTHING there was to defend themselves: chairs, tables, cups, anything they saw was a "weapon".

Bucky: come on tin, it doesn't have to end like this - throwing himself on top of Tony and putting his legs in a headlock on his neck.

Tony: I'm not going to let you beat me, Terminator.

Out of nowhere, a turbine noise is heard coming through the window.

Bucky: You're a... -One of the suit's gloves hits him and sends him flying to the bar where moments before Y/N was preparing the coffee.

Tony: -going to Bucky grabbing him by his clothes- now I'm going to give you what you deserve.

The door opens at that instant and they both go pale.

Steve: What the... -leaving the roasted coffee to one side and unable to believe what was before his eyes.

Y/N: Steve, what's wrong? -appearing from behind him- what...

Her eyes couldn't believe it. Her coffee shop, the place she had staked all her savings and dreams on, totally destroyed. From all the furnishings to the crockery and...

Y/N: m... My... My cafeteria... -looking all around- no... Nononono... WHAT DID YOU DO! -noting that Bucky was right on top of her espresso machine- YOU DESTROYED MY CARIMALLI! -looking at them furiously- DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I SAVED TO GET IT!!!!?????

Looking around, the two realised how much trouble they were in. Regret and shame at their behaviour were the first emotions they felt.

Tony: Y/N/N...

Y/N: - turning totally red - Anthony and James, I told you to behave like adults, not to fight like the two little boys you are, but it seems that every time someone asks you to do that, you ignore it - raising his voice even more and getting closer as they backed away and Steve was only an observer of the situation and enjoying every second - I told you I'd be back in 30 minutes, you promised me not to do anything, what did you do? DESTROYED WHAT MADE ME MOST HAPPY, -pushing them both, although it didn't do much to hurt them any more than they already were.

Anthony and James. Their full names. Steve slowly approached his side to avoid further altercations between the trio in front of him and to call for help in case something happened to Y/N.

Bucky: Doll, we're sorry. We made a really big mistake and....

Y/N: sorry isn't going to fix anything James - walking away with her hands shaking, eyes teary and agitated - this.... There's no turning back

Bucky: are you okay? -scared to see his condition

Y/N: No... -trying to breathe- I don't want you talking to or looking for me...either...both of you.... -her anxiety was reaching its peak- I need to leave. Steve... I don't... I don't feel well

Tony: princess, please -seeing her get out of there as fast as possible

The three men stood alone looking out over the war territory. Steve was disappointed that Bucky was letting Tony's provocations get the better of him, he knew this was going to happen someday, but not a fight on this scale.

Steve: -watching them for a moment- really? Bar fight?

Tony: Rogers, we know we screwed up and let the grudge get the worst of us, but I wasn't going to let Barnes make her suffer. It's HIS fault for starting this.

Bucky: MY FAULT? You started provoking me and treating me like something I'm not anymore.

Tony: Sure, you didn't throw the first punch, did you?

Steve: OK, ENOUGH! -seeing Steve angry wasn't an everyday occurrence- you have to fix this mess now and it better be soon. This ends now

F.R.I.D.A.Y: Captain Rogers, Miss Y/L/N needs your help.

Steve: What's going on?

F.R.I.D.A.Y: I detected that her stress levels are very high and she can't breathe. She is in her room.

Steve: tell her I'm on my way - scrubbing her face with his hands - clean up and start doing something. Now.

Tony: Now we're screwed.

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Tony: And after that we saw Steve take her to the medical wing because her anxiety was getting worse and worse - feeling guilty about what caused that situation.

Bruce: You've got to be kidding me -in disbelief- did you really fight over her?

Bucky: Yeah -embarrassed- we realised too late what we did and ended up hurting her in the worst way.

Nat: By ignoring her and breaking her trust in both of us over a stupid argument?

Tony: Ouch.

Bucky: That hurt, but.... Yeah - wiping the dust off his hands - we'd better start now, there's no time to waste.

Tony: Yeah, but where do we start? -heading with everyone to the tower- we destroy her dream coffee shop.

Bruce: What does she like? -helping them a little, he felt sorry for these two- there's got to be something that you know about.

Bucky: -getting on the elevator- umm... one of the renovations she always wanted to do was to change the current colours for brighter ones and the chairs and tables for ones that...

Tony: well, that's a start - clasping his hands together - let's go to the lab to plan....

The doors opened and they found Y/N in the living room. Nat approached her slowly and placing a hand on her shoulder and only gave her a faint smile that faded as she saw Bucky, as Tony continued on his way to his office in the lift.

Bruce: Nat, I need you to help me with something, - understanding what was about to happen- now

Bucky: Y/N/N... -seeing that they were all alone as they disappeared through the kitchen doorway

Y/N: my dream was always to have a coffee shop of my own -sighing- no matter the place or the people, I always wanted that, besides starting college -the painting she was holding in her hands ended up broken in the trash before he could say a word- now I know that what everyone said was true.... I'm never going to be able to fulfil it. All thanks to you two

That broke Bucky.

Bucky: doll, don't say that, of course....

Y/N: no "doll" - annoyed - you let the provocations get to your head when I told you over a million times to ignore it!

Bucky: yeah, I know, I just didn't...

Y/N: I thought you'd changed James, that you weren't letting anger consume you anymore -disappointed

Bucky: what? -speechless- of course I don't let my past bring out the worst in me anymore, don't say those things, please.... -taking her hands- I wasn't thinking about what I was doing and...

Y/N: James. Stop it. - turning away from him with teary eyes - I asked you not to make a big deal out of it. You did the opposite. Everything's changed now. Oh, God! I even thought that... -biting her tongue- enough, it doesn't matter now.

Bucky: what did you think? -in a whisper and annoyed with himself- tell me

Y/N: nothing, it doesn't matter -getting up to leave

Bucky: don't go -taking her by the arm- please, tell me

Y/N: James, no, that's it.

Bucky: please, - locking his stormy eyes on hers- I want to know and I'll stop bothering you until I come up with a solution.

Y/N: -taking a deep breath- I liked you -letting go of his grip- I wanted to tell you that very day, I had worked up the courage. It's all gone now. -leaving him alone with his thoughts

He couldn't believe what he heard. Y/N, his best friend, had the same feelings as him, she reciprocated! On the one hand he wanted to jump up and down and scream with happiness, on the other hand he wanted to beat himself up for what his anger accomplished.

Slowly he walked to the bin where the picture was and curiously picked it up and was stunned. It was the collage with all the pinterest pictures they had taken together at the bar one night when neither of them could sleep. It took him a couple of minutes to react and go to Stark to start executing the plan.

Sam: Wow dude - bumping into him in the hallway - what's up?

Bucky: She likes me -shaken from running- she likes me and I ruined everything -showing him the painting- but I'll fix it.

Sam: - confused - and this is it?

Bucky: this is the dream coffee shop that Y/N always wanted - walking next to him - I'll do my best to recreate it in reality and make her happy - more than determined-.

Sam: so -crossing his arms- where do we start?

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Tell what you think guys 🥺 I will be uploading the following parts soon ❤️

[druidberries]

✮⋆˙ TAG GAME TIME!!!!! ✮⋆˙

tysm @circusjuney for tagging me <3 and sorry for being so late to doing this 😭

last song i listened to:

BIRDS OF A FEATHER - Billie Eilish

favorite place(s):

this is kind of sad to answer because I just moved across the country away from all my favorite places 😭 but in general I love yarn/craft stores, book stores, this new boba shop I've found, and anywhere with cozy vibes in general <3

favorite book(s):

I'm the type of person to read a book and say "ok THIS is my new favorite book" the second I finish it so this a hard question 😅 BUT right before the road trip here, I got out of a stupidly long reading slump (thank god) so I had time to read quite a few books during the move! 2 of which being Legends & Lattes and Bookshops & Bonedust both by Travis Baldree and OOOO I fell in love <33 the cozy vibes absolutely warmed my heart and I'm gonna need to hunt for more similar books

currently reading:

I'm about to finish Payback's a Witch by Lana Harper and I honestly don't know how I feel abt it yet 😭 when I started it I couldn't get that into it but I hate not finishing books so I kept going and now towards the end I can't put it down 🤷‍♀️

favorite tv show(s):

I'm so bad at watching shows because I can't sit still for two seconds <3 however I love gilmore girls, delicious in dungeon, and bridgerton! (I have not finished a single one of them but I'm going to as soon as I'm fully settled here)

favorite food:

I'm your resident picky eater who loves chicken tenders 🙋‍♀️ but I wouldn't say they're my fav food ? I love soft pretzels, ice cream, enchiladas, baked ziti, and also FRENCH FRIES! im such a sucker for fries ugh <3 also honestly anything with cheese i love cheese

seeing as I've been away for a while I have no clue who has done this so if you haven't and want to I tag you! 🫵

[willkimurashat]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you so much for tagging me @rebelrayne @0shewrites0 and @libelle949 !!! And I'm so sorry for getting to this late🙈

How many works do you have on ao3?

Only 7 :)

What's your total ao3 word count?

178,312 words

What fandoms do you write for?

Just LITG. For now, at least lol

Top five fics by kudos:

Stargazing

The Answer was Simple

Snog, Marry, Die

You Don't Spell It, You Feel It

Beloved & Beloathed tied with Serendipity

Do you respond to comments?

Yes! Always! Getting comments is the greatest joy - responding to them is the least I can do to express my gratitude🥺❤

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably The Answer was Simple, but a lot of my fics have angst woven into them🫣

What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Snog, Marry, Die lmaooo 🤭😂😂😂 Pretty much most of them have/will have a happy ending lol

Do you get hate on fics?

Not really. One time I got a comment where I just couldn't tell their tone? It felt as if they were almost disappointed with where I took the story, but maybe it was just me reading into things too much.. Either way, I couldn't bring myself to write for a few weeks after that🙃

Do you write smut?

Well, funny that you ask hahaha😅 I was just peer pressured into writing my first smutty smut (ahem Serendipity ahem), but idk if I'll do it again🙈

Craziest crossover:

Haven't done any lol

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Ummm not quite, but there was a time when somebody had posted a chapter of a Will fic and it was suspiciously similar to the first chapter/prologue of Stargazing. Like, their MC had a similar vibes for the name, was also an artist. The structure of the chapter was very similar too - it started with MC doing the intro, then had a line break and then a basically paraphrased paragraph from my fic of how the MC walked up to the firepit. It was so bizarre... That fic stayed on for a few days and since then was removed or hidden, but I still have a screenshot of it somewhere.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope!

All time favorite ship?

Oh gosh, Anastasia and Will are my beans, you know, they're my children, my babies, but Cece and Andy are just - I want what they have🥺🥺🥺

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

🙈🙈🙈🙈 Jesus Christ. I'm struggling to write right now. I took too long a hiatus and now that I actually do have inspiration and desire to write, I open my wips that are so so dear to me and I love so so much (Stargazing and Beloved & Beloathed) and I just blank out. I get so scared trying to continue them because I feel like I'll ruin all my hard work, if that makes any sense? I feel like I don't know how to continue them. And then I get so overwhelmed that I just close the doc. And then the cycle continues and the writing pause gets even longer and it becomes even harder. But I really really don't want to abandon them because they need to get their deserved ending. Ugh. Sorry for rambling, but I think I just needed to be honest and get that off my chest.

What are your writing strengths?

I think just prose, in general. Like, descriptions of feelings/mood/scene setting and shit like that lol

What are your writing weaknesses?

Dialogue. Or at least it's my biggest insecurity haha😅 and probably not getting too carried away with descriptions👀

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

Why not?🙌

First fandom you wrote in?

Litg ❤

Favorite fic you've written?

Don't make me choose. Don't. Make. Me. Choose. 😩😩😩 grrrrr ughhhhh hmmmmm farygbqeirgwrg-

You Don't Spell It, You Feel It

Tagging: I'm very late to this, so I think probably everyone has done it, but if you haven't - this is your sign!❤

[little-peril-stories]

I have been slowly working my way through Prince of Thieves on ao3, and thought I would come and find your blog after I was done with it. However, I just read chapter 30 (in fact, have stayed up too late so that I could read it when I saw what it was going to be) and I had to come and say THANK YOU for the delicious lady whump. That was my one complaint leading up to this chapter...the lady whump tag is how I found the story to start with, and I wanted Bree to get the same caliber of whump as Will was getting haha! So now I am very happy, and needed to tell you. Very well written story, I look forward to checking out more of your work when I finish it!

Firstly: Thank you so much for making my weekend with this message!! 💕🥰🥹

Secondly: 💕 LADY WHUMP 💕

(Sorry for making you wait so long for the real fun stuff. I'm so, so glad you enjoyed it...and wickedly delighted that you stayed up late to read that chapter.)

Also, to others who see this, @actress4him has SO much delicious lady whump in her repertoire! I can recommend In Irons (how cute is Adelaide??) and Lainey and Isa (just 😭), so go check out her blog if you're on the lady whump train!

Anyway, I hope you enjoy the rest of The Prince of Thieves! I'm actually planning on self-publishing it later this year (and the edited version is just a *smidge* meaner to Bree in that particular chapter, lol 😇😅😈). Its ongoing AU The Queen of Lies has lady whump but of a pretty different variety, I'd say, and the upcoming TPOT sequel, The Court of Rogues...ho boy. Lady whump central.

Thank you, once again! Have an amazing day/weekend/whenever you see this. 🥰

[chronurgy]

Get to know me

tag people you want to get to know better!

tagged by @lamortwrites (sorry you tagged me in this ages ago and I'm just now getting to it, oops 😅)

tagging: I was tagged so long ago that I have NO idea who has and hasn't done this so sorry if you've already done this! @abyssalaerlocke @spellmage @mxmaneater @threeofswrds and anyone else who wants to play!

last song: No Problems by ONICKS

currently watching: The Magnus Archives (okay technically more listening than watching but shhh), The X Files, and Frieren: Beyond Journey's End

three ships: Dark Urge/Gortash (Baldur's Gate 3) | Essek Thelyss/Caleb Widogast (Critical Role campaign 2) | Anders/Hawke (Dragon Age 2)

favourite colour: blue

currently consuming: bubble tea, love a bubble tea

first ship: I'm.... honestly not sure I remember! Probably something deeply embarrassing though. At least that seems likely for the first ship I got really into in a true "fandom and shipping online" sense. The very first thing I shipped before I even knew the definition of shipping might very well have been something from Warrior Cats or maybe The Song of the Lioness Quartet though

place of birth: US west coast

current location: still on the west coast (which is the best coast)

relationship status: married

last movie: I would usually have had a really hard time answering this question since I rarely watch any films but I just recently watched John Carpenter's The Thing! Great movie

currently working on: my very nearly finished Lae'zel point of view fic of the Orin fight, my Dark Urge origin story fic, two Essek centric fics - one about his lack of consecution and one about the confrontation on the ship, and the other million little fic ideas in my notes app

[scienceoftheidiot]

I've grown way too unhinged with these "asks", but I've been meaning to send you this one for a while, so please indulge me!

From what I've noticed, a lot of the Royai fan artists I follow tend to prefer drawing Riza, when they're not portraying her with Roy. But I've noticed that a number of your pieces focused on Roy only, which I find very interesting! Would you say that his character inspires you more than Riza, artistically/creatively speaking? If so, in what ways?

Please tell us more! And thank you, as always <3

Lol not unhinged at all I love to receive asks, I just always forget to reply 🥲🥲 sorry 🥲 so, first, thank you very much for asking ! 🥰❤️

And lol yeah, sometimes I feel like I stick out like a sore thumb among the Royai people. But eh, healthy ecosystems need biodiversity 🤣

I hope my answer isn't too long.

I do have a preference for Roy in drawing, for a number of reasons.

I precise in drawing, because I do love writing Riza, not more than I do writing Roy, but they're relatively even for me - even if, yes, I tend to favour Roy because he's easier for me, there, too.

I like to draw him, because I like his face, expressions and postures, and I like to explore them. He's a fun little guy to draw, when I think Riza is cool AF (and I have a lot to say about her character, too!) but she's not as fun to draw for me (once again I love her and she's in fact the female character I have drawn the most I think, because I have a hard time drawing women, but still, if I'm looking for a quick doodle, I'll go towards Roy).

But yes, they're more or less indissociable for me, and for proof my first fan art for FMA was indeed Royai (here!).

Anyway. While Royai is my favourite ship and I love Riza to bits, my favourite character in FMA is Roy. Roy first. (And my husband has understood that well, he's calling me when we do a rewatch and Roy appears on screen and I'm not watching. Like HURRY ROY IS THERE).

Now, if anyone who knows me from earlier than my FMA obsession reads this, and I describe the utter mess that is Roy, they'll understand that it couldn't have gone any other way. Here's a man in a position of power, who hides everything behind a façade, who's a nerd and highly intelligent (I admit I'm often irked by some posts in the royai fandom. This guy is smart. He's goofy, he's a dork, but he's smart. Book smart, he's a fine tactician, and he can command. Erasing that is erasing part of his identity, and I'm sure part of why Riza loves him, too), has a weird sense of humour even though he can also be intense af, is crushed by unbelievable guilt from his past actions (I admit Roy and Roza both beat all of my previous fixations in that, good job being war criminals, guys 🙃) and intends to repair what he's done as much as he can, one way or another, whose sole goal is to make things better for others/his place/his country, whatever he has to give up for it to work, who inspires others doing that, and who gets badly injured/disabled during the story and keeps going and fighting teeth and nails through it and beyond?

WELL. There is no question I will fall for this dude instantly. This is like. Checking all the boxes for me to be instantly in love with this guy. Like. I think he's actually the only one who checks ALL of my boxes.

I do think however that Roy isn't complete without Riza, and that it's the same on her side (like. I've only tagged my current fic with "codependency" but that's how I write them whatever I write). I'm just fixating on him first, but I still find Riza an awesome character, there's no debate there 😊

Here you go! I've written a novel again lol but I hope I've replied to all your questions. I can talk more about how I see Roy and Riza, I always have more to tell, but really that would just make this even more unpalatable 😅 thank you again for asking 😊

[zoeykallus]

Hello!

First or all, I hope you are doing fine and having a wonderful day✨. There's something I truly like about your blog, and it is that you always try to do it the most respectful that you can, it says a lot 🙌. I really love and enjoy your work; specially your headcanons, I think you've nailed the way the boys would be 💕. By the woul like to know if i can be added to your tag list 🥺.

I wasn't sure about doing this request, but i really got stuck the idea. I was wondering If you could write something about HunterxFReader (angst/smut), taking as reference that scene in The Proposal (with Sandra bullock and Ryan Reynolds) when they crash and fall to the ground, after she comes out of the bathroom 😂.

Sorry if I made a mistake in my writing, I'm not a native speaker 😅.

Aloha!

Thank you so much for your kind words! Much appreciated!😊💗 Added you to the tag list a little while ago when I first read you ask. I read them all right when I get them. The requests itself I have to work through from bottom to top, though, cause there are a lot of requests still waiting to be done. But finally, today, I made it to where your request was waiting. So sorry for the long wait!

Ah, yes, I know that movie, let me give this a try and my own little twist 😁

Hunter x Fem!Reader One-Shot - I Don't Hate You

Warnings: Strongly Suggestive/Angsty/Sexual Content/18+

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Hunter is assigned to be your bodyguard for a while. It seems like you and Hunter don't get along at all. He is a clone soldier, and you are a senator's daughter. You both succumb to your preconceptions of each other, which causes some friction. But quite unexpectedly, you get snowed in at the shelter you're hiding in for the duration of the mission. In a confined space with little privacy and dependent on each other, shreds fly at first, but ultimately so do sparks of unexpected affection.

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Hunter was angry and stressed, being snowed in with you was the last thing he needed right now. The speeder was on the fritz, just wouldn't start, it was too cold, the next supply shuttle wasn't coming for at least two weeks, and you two kept clashing.

"I can't stand that woman," he growls as he spreads after shave balm on his cheeks and chin.

He had just showered in the only bathroom you shared in the cabin, and shaved. His eyes wandered over the thousand vials, jars, and other paraphernalia you had spread out there. Hunter couldn't understand at all why you needed so many cosmetics. In his eyes you were a pretty if annoying girl, all that stuff didn't make it any better or worse.

"Unnecessary nonsense," he grumbles to himself, "What is all this stuff?"

Annoyed, he pushes aside a few of your cosmetics with a sigh to make room for his few utensils.

When you wake up, it is still very early. It is dark outside, but the moonlight illuminates the perfectly white world outside.

You sigh, tired and annoyed. The weather has thrown a wrench in your plans, you were actually going to another safe house where you would have had more space and privacy, but thanks to the snow, you are now stuck here.

It's quiet in the cabin, except for the low hum of the heater, nothing can be heard.

You guess that Hunter is still asleep on the sofa in the living room. You half-wrap your naked body in the bedspread and swing yourself off the mattress, making your way to the bathroom.

It happens too fast for your tired mind to react. The door of the bathroom opens right in front of you, before you even touch it. Along with a cloud of warm, humid air that smells of Hunter's aftershave balm, Hunter steps out of it and right into you.

You collide, Hunter, who is also completely surprised, steps on the much too long blanket you have wrapped around yourself, which then slips away from you. You become entangled in the blanket and in each other in an attempt to keep your balance. In the end, you both fall, you backwards and Hunter forwards on top of you.

Hunter fortunately catches most of his weight on his hands and arms. Lying over you, he stares at you, and you stare back.

The towel he has tied around his hips has half come loose and hangs down on him.

"You're naked," he notes, a little perplexed.

"So are you."

For a brief moment, there is absolute silence and your thoughts are racing. Finally, you growl at him, "Get off me!"

Hunter hastily stands up, dropping the towel completely to the floor by accident, and he stands naked in front of you as you scramble up with the blanket. You can't help but stare at him. He's incredibly well-built, hard muscles standing out under his tanned, tattooed skin. Your gaze drifts down, and you can't help it, the words just slip over your lips, "Woah, not bad."

Hunter raises his brows and looks at you, puzzled. As you realize what you just did and said, you feel your face get hot.

A smirk suddenly appears on his lips, instead of reaching for the towel and covering himself, Hunter crosses his arms in front of his chest and looks at you challengingly.

"What was that?"

"I said nothing," you say, startled.

Hunter doesn't let you off the hook so easily, though.

"Oh yes you did, you said something while staring at my naked body".

Defiantly, you look at him and say, "Put something on."

Hunter laughs softly, "That's not even close to what you said"

The heat just won't leave your cheeks and you stare strained into his face, trying not to stare at his body again. He just stands there, doesn't even try to pick up the towel to cover himself. You blink, not quite able to grasp what's going on. The smile on his lips is adorable, everything about him is suddenly incredibly attractive.

In your mind you call yourself a fool, convinced that his beautiful body has befuddled your mind. Slowly, Hunter reaches out to you, grabbing a corner of the blanket you have wrapped around you.

"Shouldn't we maybe even out the circumstances?"

Very gently he's tugging at the blanket, it's not urgent, more questioning and maybe a little challenging.

"You want to see me naked?" you ask softly.

He shrugs slightly, his smile almost shy as he says, "Wouldn't that be fair?"

"I guess," you reply, letting go of the fabric, whereupon he pulls it off your shoulders and the blanket slides to the floor.

Your heart pounds hard in your chest as you watch his gaze travel down your naked body. His expression changes, surprise is in it, a certain fascination and dreaminess. You don't even begin to guess how much he likes what he sees.

"Gods, you are beautiful"

His hand still hovers close to your shoulder, where he has pulled down the fabric of the blanket, as if frozen in his pose.

On impulse, thinking back to the last few days of you and him arguing and bitching, you say, "Too bad we hate each other."

He blinks, looks at your face and says seriously, "I don't hate you".

"We haven't really been getting along in the last few days."

Hunter says quietly, "That still doesn't mean I hate you. Do you really hate me?"

You shake your head.

"No, you've been bugging me, with your snappy military ways and all your rules…. but I don't hate you."

Hunter shows you his gentle smile again and says, "Those rules exist to protect you, not to annoy you."

Basically, you know that, of course, but you don't like being bossed around, and Hunter is used to applying the commanding tone.

He clears his throat, licks his lips, and you can see that he's thinking things over and weighing them up.

"I shouldn't look at you like that, but I don't want to stop either," he finally says quietly.

"Like what?"

He takes a deep breath before saying, "Desirous. It's not my place, and in fact it breaks several rules imposed on me"

Bolder than you actually feel, you counter him, "We're alone, snowed in, for a few more days. If you don't tell anyone, then I won't tell anyone."

Hunter sighs, "You shouldn't tempt me."

"Why not?" you ask curiously.

"Because I actually want a lot more than just to look at you. That statement is like an invitation"

He steps closer to you, so close that you can feel the heat radiating from his body, but he doesn't touch you.

"I want to smell you, taste you, feel you."

When you look into his eyes, they are very dark, almost black, his pupils widely dilated.

"Through your senses you can already smell me, can't you?"

He nods and says in a smoky voice, "Yes, I smell among other things that the thought of being touched by me pleases you, at least your body reacted immediately to my words"

Startled, you press your thighs together as if to prevent him from smelling your arousal. He smirks, his gaze twitches briefly to your thighs, then back to your face. Of course, your reaction has not escaped him.

"That thing you're trying to hide from me right now is exactly what I'd like to taste".

Your breath catches in your throat for a moment, your heart leaps, and even more heat spreads through your body. Hunter tilts his head, his face comes very close to yours, then your lips touch. First the touch is gossamer, gentle, then testing, curious, demanding. His tongue glides once over your lips, his lips close to yours he whispers, "Let me in mesh'la".

You don't think about it, your mouth opens, and his tongue immediately goes in playful search of yours. The first velvety collision is like fireworks. Your hands that previously hung uselessly at your sides greedily grab his shoulders, seeking contact. Feeling his broad, bare, muscular shoulders under your fingers is almost unbelievable at first. The heat that lurks under his skin passes over to you. His arms wrap around your body and slowly, as he kisses you, he pushes you back to the bed.

The back of your knees bump against the bed, and you almost fall, but Hunter holds you, gently lowering you onto the sheet and climbing over you. Hovering over you, leaning on his arms, he says softly, "Tell me if I go too far, Mesh'la."

Your first thought is that this man can't go too far at all, you are completely taken in by him, wanting to feel everything.

"I want more"

Hunter smiles.

"Good girl" he purrs.

He engulfs you in another heated kiss as your naked bodies lie pressed together on the bed. When he pulls away from the kiss, you're a little dizzy, the excitement, your pulse, your breathing.

Hunter kisses your neck, "Relax, Mesh'la, don't pass out on me yet."

You take a deeper breath, collect yourself, then feel his lips move down your body. Along your shoulder, to your breastbone and the mounds of your breasts. Playfully, he sucks a nipple between his lips and lets his tongue do a delicate dance on it, getting faster and faster.

You moan and your legs open automatically, expectant in desire and pleasure for more of him.

He keeps whispering to you, "Such a good girl, look at you, so beautiful, so willing. I will reward you, sweet Mesh'la".

He travels further down, from your breasts to your belly and slowly further and further, to your open thighs. His gaze drifts upward and meets yours.

"Can I have a taste?"

His hands slide to your thighs and grasp, holding them a little farther apart. Just feeling the strength in his hands makes your juices gather in your pussy.

"Yes, please," you say softly, to which Hunter smiles slyly at you.

His face hovers over your pussy. He takes a deep, shaky breath, closes his eyes, and opens them again. He seems to be in a trance as he places a gentle kiss directly on your swollen pearl, eliciting a small whimper from you. Shortly after, he drags his tongue through your folds, from top to bottom, several times, finding your heated, sensitive entrance and slowly sliding his tongue in circles inside you.

Your mouth drops open and a hoarse, long moan comes from your lips, louder than you expected, but as you put your hands in front of your mouth in shock, he lets go of you and says, "Let me hear you, Mesh'la, don't hold back, no one can hear you here but me."

Slowly you put your hands back down, letting out a moan of arousal as he drills his tongue into you quite abruptly with much more eagerness than before. His tongue is deft, strong and fast, you haven't experienced anything like it before. Your breathing gets faster and faster as he tongue fucks your pussy.

Your hands grip the sheet and tug at it, looking for stability.

A soft curse comes over your lips as he takes one hand off your thighs, his fingers find your clit and begin to stroke and massage it as his tongue continues to lick out your pussy, twitching through your cleft again and again.

Your body glows with arousal, your thighs begin to tremble, your moans and breaths quicken. Hunter hums softly, pleased with your reaction, he knows he has you ready in a moment. With a hoarse cry, your climax rolls over you, radiating from your center to your toes and hairline, as your pussy twitches around his tongue and your clit pulses violently under his fingers.

Hunter gently works you through your orgasm until it ebbs and finally lets go of you, climbing back over you, upward, until your faces are back at the same height. As he kisses you, you smell and taste yourself on him.

Breathing heavily, he finally leans his forehead against yours. His hard cock rests on your pubic, twitching impatiently every now and then. You can feel how much he pulls himself together, how much strength it costs him to hold back. Very slowly, very gently, after a while he begins to rub his swollen length over your pubic.

"I know I shouldn't ask for this," he says breathlessly, "But would you be willing to go further?"

You don't hesitate for a second.

"Yes, I'd love to."

Hunter's eyes widen, surprise, relief and pure lust are in his expression. You already know this is a night you won't forget.

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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[saythenameritwika]

first of all, I think I forgot to respond to your other reply and I'm so sorry for that life has been. trying to mess me up 🫠

BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY COMEBACK DAYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!! HOW ARE WE FEELING ABOUT THE NEWEST EPPPP???? I watched the LMF MV and although the producer tag made me physically cringe (dj Khaled and I are strangers but I prefer more understated, one-liner tags since they're "cooler" to me.. idk why 😭 I think I was expecting something like what Marshmello did with SOS, just quietly going "Mello made it right" before the song, so I got very jumpscared by dj Khaled's 😂) I actually quite like it??? the first half of the song with the intro hits SOOO GOOODDDD, mingyu is looking fantastic in this era I must say and don't get me started on when jun and jeonghan showed up im not ok anyways moving on before I get too emotional--it's definitely an easy listening track which I'm not opposed to because I love easy listening, but that also means everything kind of flows together, BUT it is also extremely catchy sooo.. final verdict to be decided after more listens although I feel like I'll find a one true love in another song in the album since I'm weak for svt's b-sides 😅

standout moments: shua giving the robber a rose (I LOVE HIM), mingyu in wonwoo's.. lap??? (JUMPSCARE I wasn't expecting wonwoo I thought he was on a couch 😂😭), the8 with a bloody-ish face surrounded by reporters, JUN AND JEONGHAN NO MORE NEEDS TO BE SAID, the rain dancing scene, dk with the roses in the subway that becomes destroyed, mingyu's opening scene (TESTING MY LOYALTY 😭)... almost everything... they're just too good 😭💓

I'll fill you in on my thoughts on the rest of the album once I'm done listening but those are my thoughts for now!!! 🩷🩵

OMG, YESSS COMEBACK DAY!!! I'm sorry I'm so late in responding, I've just been so busy 😭. I have so much to say, though, so buckle up!!

I personally like the producer tag. I don't know anything about Dj Khaled, but the producer tag is pretty fun to sing along to. I've heard that he's not that great of a person, but as long as the music's good, I don't really care. And the song itself?! IT'S SO GOOD!! I loved LMF since the track samplers, and I loved the song since the first listen during the concert. It's really my cup of tea! My favourite parts of the MV are definitely the Dino part (obviously), the dancing in the rain, Mingyu driving into water (??), Joshua putting a rose in the gun (?? Pt.2), Woozi and Jeonghan's phone call (it was so heartwarming). I love that they made Jeonghan the main character of the mv. They love each other so much 😭. Actually, my fav song from the EP is rain because MY GOD?! That song is so hot and sexy and sad, like it's everything I wanted and more. I also love 1 to 13 and Candy. Honestly, every single song is so good, I genuinely love them all!! Can't wait to hear your opinions on the b-sides! 🩷🩵

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

When I first found your blog a while back, I scrolled for what felt like an eternity with the amount of content you create and post. So, do you ever plan on making a masterlist? Of course, that would be VERY time-taking if you ever did so I'm not asking you to or anything. Or maybe if I could manage to get all your work together onto a masterlist would you consider keeping it going? Like adding your new works onto it as you go. I was thinking about trying to do something like that for you(just for fun because I love your content), but I'd probably give up after you post another round of content... <( - - )>

I was just thinking about it because it would be MUCH easier to navigate than the tag system in my opinion, no pressure or anything I was just wondering if you would ever consider it.

this blog has been going for like 12 years now, so I'm not surprised you were scrolling and searching for a long time, I'm so sorry!! 😅

I have a section where I've done a lil masterlist by character (like a link to all the posts that are tagged with "Agni", for example), and I try to tag religiously by type of content so that you can click the "headcanons" tag (again, just as one example) and see all the posts of headcanons, but I haven't done a full masterlist yet just because I know it'll be a big project 😂😂

but I definitely plan to make one at some point, hopefully in the near future!! I love organization so even though I know it'll take a while to do, I think I'll do it myself just bc I know I'll get SO much serotonin from doing it lol

but absolutely thank you for the offer!! I appreciate it~ hopefully I'll get around to it soon and keep up with it! 💖💖💖

[daisymae-12]

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ok I'm not TOO late for this one 🥳 ty for the tags @14carrotghoul & @xthelastknownsurvivorx (loved reading both of yours!) (Imagine a photo collage/grid here of all the things I mention below 😂 sorry i'm lazy 😩) Also this was so hard because I don't really have favourites of most things? But these are my favourites *right now* 😂 SORRY IN ADVANCE for the long rambling

Animal: Right now I'm really loving groundhogs LOL I follow a guy on tiktok and he just has videos of him hanging out with groundhogs - my husband and I love watching together after dinner, the groundhogs are so funny 💀

Movie: I don't watch many movies/tv shows - but I do keep a netflix account so I can watch "Single All the Way" 😂 It's a queer christmas romcom like what more do I need really

Season: Spring - love seeing all the flowers bloom around the neighbourhood. Wish I could have that in my own garden but I'm not very good with plants 😬 (so far my casualties are 3 succulents and 1 rosemary plant. They were all gifted to me too, I'm so sorry - I TRIED)

Character: I gave up on this one 😅

Colour: All shades of Pink or mustard yellow (lol everything in my apartment is either pink or yellow 😂 typing on a pink keyboard with my pink mug sitting on a yellow coaster 💀)

Hobby: oh gosh i have too many and my favourite changes all the time - right now I guess reading? I literally do nothing but read fanfics in my free time right now 😂

Book: I literally have not read a single book since I read RWRB years ago so I'm going to have to go with that 💀

Song: Right now I'd say could cry just thinkin about you (full version) by troye sivan [EVEN THOUGH my repeat song right now is feathers by sabrina carpenter, like I just got sucked in from watching all the tiktoks of her opening for TS in mexico 😂]

Drink: matcha always (either a hot latte or iced)

last annoying no pressure tag I promise - I'm done catching up on games after this 😂 @inexplicablymine @myheartalivewrites @cultofsappho @gwiazdziarka @celeritas2997 @read-and-write- @heybuddy-drabbles @suseagull04

[papermint-airplane]

Tag 9 People You Want to Know Better

I was tagged by @oasislandingresident! Thank you!!

Last Song: Knock by Lee Chaeyeon. It's the catchiest song imaginable and it will never ever ever ever leave my head. 😅 Knock na-na-na-na-knock knock knock na-na-na-knock knock knocking on yo-our heart 🤜🚪💖

Last Show: This is hard because I don't really watch shows much anymore. I mostly stick to YouTube and audiobooks...you know stuff I can throw on in the background because I have a million things to do and no attention span. However, the second part of the last season of Manifest just came out on Netflix and I'm fixing to lose my mind watching it, so let's say that one. Future show, last show, it's all relative, time is an illusion.

Currently watching: See previous lmao.

Currently reading: Pretty much a similar answer. I don't have much of an attention span or time to sit down and read a physical book with my eyeballs anymore but I listen to audiobooks a lot. Right now, I'm finishing up Bare-faced Messiah by Russell Miller, which is a biography of L. Ron Hubbard, the creator of Scientology. It...explains a lot, let's just say that. 😬

Current Obsession: Probably a weird answer but my kitchen. 😮 Those of you who have read my insane ramblings lately (omg thank you but also I'm sorry lol) know that I recently embarked upon a depression cleaning quest in my house and while I'm not completely finished, my living room and my kitchen are ✨flawless✨ rn and I want to cry big sloppy joy tears every time I go out there. My kitchen in particular is my new happy place. It's been so long since I've seen clean counterspace. I can cook real food again! I've never enjoyed cooking in the past but I'm living for it right now. It's so nice to be able to move around and have everything be sanitary and organized again. THIS WAS PROBABLY MORE THAN ANYONE WANTED TO KNOW, SORRY lmao

Tag time! Everyone has probably already done this but let's see here. @softle0, @cozygirlsimmer, @hurricanesims, @cowplanty, @treason-and-plot, @simstryingtheirbestok, @frostedshore, @immdreamz, @ktarsims, @sharssims, @hazely-sims

I think that was more than 9 but I refuse to count because I'm a lil rebel. 😎 Love y'all!