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[biteofcherry]

FOR NEW YEAR'S EVA...

Honey and vinegar... how's are that omega and her dark alpha?

Ohh, he's so good at being bad. Because he's not really a bad Alpha. He's dark, manipulative and cunning, but not mistreating his omega. Well, at least he makes her believe so.

Honey Not Vinegar

Strokes of your pencil were harder and twitchy as you peeked at Steve above the edge of your sketching pad.

While the Alpha usually made you feel safe, you still feared picking certain topics with him. Particularly, the topic of your brother or father. But you couldn't help the gnawing need to ask.

Steve, who was sitting on the bed beside you, his broad back leaning against the headboard as he read a book. something so mundane, so... domestic, yet it was still the super soldier with lethal skills. An Alpha most potent and powerful, on top of that.

"What is it, little one?" He asked, eyes not leaving the page he was reading.

"Nothing," you blurted, quickly shifting your gaze back to your drawing.

Steve didn't sigh, but he took a deep breath. He marked the page and set the book aside on the night table. Then he was reaching for you; picking you up and manhandling you to sit on his lap while he caged you in his steel strong arms.

"Omega," his voice was laced with a warning growl, "do not lie to me. However difficult it may be, it's important to be honest with your Alpha."

You clutched your sketchpad to your chest as your eyes locked with Steve's.

"I-" you started, "I wondered if you caught Caleb and if I could visit him, if he's imprisoned."

A muscle in Steve's jaw ticked, but otherwise he remained calm. Which should be comforting, especially since your omega hindbrain half expected an outburst of objection.

He moved one of his hands to cup the side of your face, thumb rubbing along your bottom lip. It was such a tiny gesture, a soothing one, but the way his thumb moved along your lip caused your defenses to yield to a jolt of something more primal. As if Steve was luring your brain to lose its focus on the matter and instead make it think of more carnal urges.

"Now why would I let you see him?" Steve asked softly, sliding his hand down your neck and pressing against your still unmarked mating gland.

"He's my brother-" you couldn't help the hitch in your breath.

"Who hurt you. Who used your loyalty to hide from justice." Steve's hand was a heavy warmth against your pulse, tempting you with safety and comfort that would come if he bonded you. Which he would do, if you remained his good omega.

"I admire your integrity, little one. To still care for family, even when they treated you like a pawn for their own gains."

"It may be considered naive by some," the jab was veiled in tone of awe. "People would see it as typical omega's dumb brain, unable to see the true dangers until their Alpha points it out and makes the right choice for them."

"But I see it as a sign of your nurturing nature."

Steve's other hand slipped beneath the hem of the shirt you were wearing - his shirt, soaked with his scent. Skin to skin contact was making your brain go fuzzy; your arguments defending your family's treatment of you dispersing away.

"It fills me with pride to think how loyal and caring you will be for our family, one day."

"Our family?" You gasped, eyes widening as you stared up at him.

Ever since Steve brought you out of the prison cell and into his suite, he's been establishing the idea of you becoming his omega. You were accepting him as your Alpha. Even becoming agitated that he hasn't claimed you fully yet.

Steve said there's time and place for that. While it sounded respectful and charmingly old fashioned to wait, your instincts told you that he actually meant a particular time.

Your heat, undoubtedly.

But he hasn't mentioned the full picture of it, until now.

"Yes, little one." As Steve smiled at you, with that brilliant, sweet poster boy charm, you melted into his embrace fully.

"I've been imagining it, you know." He pulled you to him, so that your cheek rested on his shoulder and your nose touched the crook of his neck, inhaling his Alpha scent.

His fingers kept caressing up and down your back. With each stroke and each whiff of his smell, your mind turned into a sponge absorbing his words like a sacred truth.

"Imagining you and our kids. How I would love you and care for you. How far I'd go to ensure you're safe at all times. You know that providing safety is crucial for an Alpha."

You didn't pick up on the fact he was speaking of his needs, though reshaping them to sound like concern for your future.

"It guts me to think I couldn't protect you-"

Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around Steve's middle and chirped for him soothingly.

"-so to think of you being in the same space with that bastard of a brother of yours? It pains me. You understand that, little one?"

"Yes, Alpha." You rubbed the tip of your nose along his mating gland.

"I knew you would." Steve tipped his head down to kiss your temple. "You're such a sweet, perfect omega."

[arcadekitten]

It's Not Me, It's My 3-Year Gameiversary! ⭐️🏡💖

[grapenehifics]

For the keyword search game, may I have "red"? :D

Me: how often is 'red' going to come up, actually

Also me, after getting 17 results: Okay so apparently Anakin blushes a lot in this fic

“This okay?” Anakin asked.

“Wonderful. Thank you,” Obi-Wan said, and Anakin’s ears went red at even that faint praise, and he hurriedly pretended he wanted to wear his hair down all of a sudden for no particular reason and yanked his scrunchie out, shook his hair down around his shoulders, and slid the scrunchie onto his wrist.

“Look, you don’t have to…” Anakin spread his fingers out wide on the table between them. “…owe me for helping you. It’s my job.” He was very proud of himself for getting all the way through this sentence with only a slight bobble in the middle when he’d gotten distracted by the way Obi-Wan’s biceps shifted under his shirt sleeves as he crossed his arms over his chest.

(Send me an ask and I'll send you a snippet of one of my WIPs!)

[elisedonut]

I have a headcanon (from the sleepover thingy) where Percy can play quidditch just fine but doesn't because he has no time, like none at all.

Also, he definitely has to pull all-nighters to grasp certain concepts so that he can retain his know-it-all persona (this is said with love, and I may be projecting just a tad bit).

xoxo -Crow

I agree with this!

I love the concept that he'd love to play too but just knows he can't if he wants to actually make his dreams happen he needs to get top marks in every class he needs to be exceptional in school to jumpstart his career and he knows that being on the Quidditch team would take too much time away from studying

[mollywog]

trick or treat! 🧟‍♀️

Thanks for stopping by @adsosfraser! Have a treat!

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From our Everlark outlander/Time-travel AU discussions, I was thinking about Jamie’s ghost(?) staring at Claire’s window at the beginning before she travels through the stones. So here’s my Appalachian version!

Peeta wakes to the crash of thunder as the overhead lights flicker out; he must have drifted off while reading. He should just go back to sleep but he’s never done well with storms before, even less so after the war.

He hadn’t heeded the proprietress’s warning when she’d said the power could be shoddy on this side of the mountain and he fumbles through the chest of drawers trying to remember which one holds the candles and matches.

With shaky hands he strikes a match, lighting the wick, quickly extinguished by the breeze from the open window. Cursing under his breath, he moves towards the fluttering curtains. He hates feeling closed in, but faced with no breeze or no light in a storm, the choice is simple.

He’s just reached the pane when a flash of lightning illuminates the town square outside and his motion stills; he could swear he just saw a figure, but anyone out in this weather must be mad!

Squinting into the darkness, the clock on the wall begins to chime. On the fourth bell, another bolt of lightning strikes impossibly close and his heart stops at the sight of the figure again: a woman, short and slight with a bow in hand, and two braids, one hanging over each shoulder.

The faint scent of honeysuckle mingles with the smell of rain and the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. He doesn’t recognize her, but somehow he knows her.

She’s lost to the darkness once more as the square falls back into darkness. Thunder rolls as he fumbles with the matches, lighting the candle and holding it close to the glass; all in vain. At the twelfth stroke of the clock, lightning strikes a large tree several yards from his window; Peeta barely notices. His eyes are trapped in the silver gray gaze of the mysterious woman and with his candle lit, she must see him too. Her hand extends towards him and he wants nothing more than to close the distance between them despite the downpour, but then the light fades and by the time it flashes again, she’s gone.

[happypedrohours]

Hey loves! 🖤

I'd like to try and have a go at the writing game, see if it will kick start my creativity again! 🤞🏻

Not sure what's left, so I'll let you pick for me!

Thankies, love you! 🖤

Hi Jett!! 😃

As Mel explained to you in the DMs, all the items will always be available!! 😊

That said, a little birdie told me you chose D7… here you go: Pero Tovar & Poppy seed crackers

What an excellent choice! It will certainly have the favor of the Muses! 😃

Now let your imagination run wild and don't forget to tag your creation #happypedrohours when the event starts on June 21 (or before if you'd like to share it with us before)

[emotionalsupportsoccerball]

Congrats on 300!!

Can you do Jessie Fleming? 🥰

Jessie Fleming

Sorry did someone ask me to talk about Jessie Fleming??? UH YEAH FOR SURE I CAN DO THAT. Literal ray of sunshine, and thank you!! Happy to provide my hopefully entertaining soccer takes and updates lol. Honestly when I started this account, I just wanted to meet and interact with more people who love woso because I don’t have a lot of irl friends who are woso fans, and it has been so much fun to interact with people on here, my inbox is seriously always open.

ANYWAYS back to JFlem. Literally any picture where Jessie is smiling makes me melt like butter, but I’ve been obsessed with this one since it dropped with the jerseys! And you get a bonus because I’m fully in my JFlem era 😊

Fun Fact: Jessie’s favorite subject in school was science and art class which makes sense considering she graduated with a degree in materials engineering and a minor in environmental science, SMART and CUTE, get you a woman who can do both

[rememberwren]

4. For the ask game ☺️

4. An idea you haven’t written yet

CNC with canonically traumatized Ghost. Except he’s the one getting CNC’ed. Dunno if I have the balls to write it or the brains to see it to successful fruition though. Only time will tell!

Fic ask game

[bruceewayne]

what's your favorite star wars movie?

return of the jedi!!!! and i went and saw it in theaters again with my brother like last year it was so cool

send me "what's your favorite.." asks 💫

[theorist-fox]

Ooh, Questions!

🌋 one thing you wish you could be doing right now?

🥤 go-to drink (doesn’t have to be alcoholic!)

Sending you good thoughts on your thesis, when you return to it. 😄

Hello!!! 🥹🧡

🌋

🥃

[iridescentmyths]

She finally slept 🥺 thank you for letting her rest!

Pt. 2

[biteofcherry]

Ohhhhkkkkaaayyy I am in need of some serious comfort today so I am going to say Steve for the Babe lottery. Maybe I hope.....

✨✨✨

"But I love him!" You hiccuped, tugging on the fabric of your boyfriend's T-shirt.

"I know, I know," he huffed a small laugh, patting your head and nodding along.

"He's definitely worthy of your love. If any man beside me should be with you, it'd be Steve Rogers."

"Right?" You sighed. "He's so perfect. Just look at him!"

You pointed at the tv screen where Captain America has just told general Ross to fuck off, or he'd fuck him up. Well, in different words, but the meaning stayed the same and you loved Steve Rogers all the more for it.

To think that once upon a time you didn't even know much about Marvel, but thanks to your quite wonderful boyfriend that changed. It meant even more, because it was something you got to share together now - the passion for it, the fun, nostalgia, as well occasional arguments.

It was also your boyfriend's understanding and cool approach of your crush on a fictional character, that ensured you that you've found your own right partner to be to the end of the line with.

You were pretty sure both of you were going to use one, if not both of those quotes, in your wedding vows.

Someday.

Someday soon, considering that Jake had a ring - a poorly hidden ring, which you found, but pretended not to know anything about it. He'll ask you when he's ready, which in Jake's case meant when he's satisfied with the preparations for the engagement.

"I am looking." Jake replied. "Specimen!"

You both giggled at the reference and you snuggled closer to Jake, wrapping your arm around him. Without taking his eyes off the screen, he tilted his head to place a gentle kiss on your forehead.

[arcadekitten]

Just finished blackout, and gotta ask

Is lucky canonically the goodest boy in every universe?

How could he not be!! Look at that sweet face!! That's the goodest boy I've ever known!!

[edwinspaynes]

I want to be reeeeeeally mean and ask for emma and julian, beach

Hi, @emmalovesfitzloved <3

"Will," Tessa laughed, sitting on top of a large, smooth rock. The waves lapped at her feet as she turned to look at her husband next to her. "Do you see those two hermit crabs?"

Will clicked his tongue. "I fear that the question is not whether or not I have seen the hermit crab - it is whether or not the hermit crabs have seen me. And I am quite fortunate that the answer seems to be a resounding 'no'-"

"Because otherwise, you should run off screaming like a girl Lucie's age? Really, Will, you ought to have more sense than a three year old."

"I do not, I'll have you know," he said. "Though perhaps we should give the crabs names..."

"Will, you cannot call them Claw and Clawdia," Tessa chided.

"What, and give them the same names as I bestowed upon last night's lobster dinner? Of course I would never do that. Too morbid."

Tessa arched her eyebrow.

"I was thinking of something rather mundane. Perhaps the girl crab can be Emma while the boy one is..." He narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. "Julian?"

Tessa reached down into the water and splashed Will. "You're being ridiculous," she said. "One cannot tell the gender of a hermit crab."

Will shrugged. "Alright, then, perhaps the female is Julian and the male is Emma, and you-"

Tessa splashed him again.

[elisedonut]

oooo for ship question 29, Oliver and Percy?

What is something they can never agree on? How do they meet in the middle?

I normally don't see them happening until at least a few years after the war when i do actually think about it so because of that I do feel like there isn't a ton of stuff like that

they're both pretty mature by that point and tend to only bicker a little over disagreements

like what food to eat when going out and such

i do think they disagree often on stuff regarding the other Weasley's though but that Oliver tends to stand down unless the situation gets really bad because at the end of the day that's still Percy's side of the family

I tend to give Oliver a good home life so he sometimes doesn't understand the Weasley dynamics and tends to think Percy should just apologize when it comes to things that are more like equal in blame and even when they're not

so for a few years its a bit of a soft spot they have to tip toe around when the family's fighting

it doesn't help that Oliver is also close with multiple other family members making any fights that break out worse

in his defense though he treats both sides the same way

if you are to blame you should apologize if everyone is everyone should

so it takes a few years for him to figure out that yeah sometimes fighting is necessary for change

but it does at times actually help too when the problem in question isn't actually a big deal forcing Percy to face them does make the fighting stop but doesn't tend to get to the actual problem and whoever is causing the problem tends to just start again

otherwise it's all just hypocritical "you need to maybe take a break so you don't die" back and forth

[krirebr]

For your moodboards!! Ransom + burnt orange + I'm between shadows and sunlight / But your love gets me through dark nights / And I'll be alright

Here’s the song for inspo if you’re interested!

Thank you ❤️🙏🏻

P.S. Taxes are the WORST. I still haven’t done mine and I’m dreading it 😭

Siri!! I'm really excited about how this one turned out. I hope you like it too!

My sweet autumn boy.

And I think taxes are a today project now. Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh. It'll be fine.