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Could you please do something with Booster Gold? You're the only author I know who writes about him, and it's amazing!

gotcha!

You’re sitting a beach, and you don’t quite care enough to try and remember how you got here. MJ is off to your left, slathering more sunscreen on his legs. You yourself are situated under an umbrella, all spread out on one of the nicest beach chairs you’ve ever sat on. The waves lap against the shore, the brightest blue you’ve ever seen.

"I don’t know how it happens, but I always get a sunburn on my knees. Why is that even possible? I came prepared this time, though. I grabbed SPF 100. I know, a little over the top, but I’m done not being able to walk or sit after every beach trip. Y’know, once in a League meeting t-” 

You loll your head in his direction. “Shh.”

“But-”

“Shh.”

“What if-”

“Michael Jon Carter. We have a whole week to talk about your asinine work shit. I have limited time on this beach right now, and I’m hitting that sweet spot where I’m just warm enough to fall asleep. So why don’t you read that book you brought along. Your kindle is in my bag somewhere.”

He pouts, but it’s moot, as your hat is already over your face. He decides to go exploring instead, see what’s all in the house you’re staying in. He wonders what else your host has stashed away.

                                                            *

“Excuse me.”

Your return to consciousness is gradual. You know you’re awake, but your eyes don’t want to open. “MJ, please. ‘M exhausted from the plane ride.”

“Pardon me, but I do believe you have the wrong person. Mister Carter is much younger than I.”

The voice is British. You freeze, then slowly pull the hat off of your face. A kindly looking older gentleman (a butler, you think, based on his attire) is looking down on your, offering you his hand. “Mister Carter is currently in the estate, talking with Master Bruce, if you would please follow me.”

Still in shock, you follow the man back to the house like a lost child. Inside, you can hear MJ trying to talk his way out of a punishment. “You don’t even use this island! Sue me, I wanted to take my significant other on a romantic getaway! I-”

“I could sue you. You’re on private property, used my name to bribe your way onto one of my private planes, then proceeded to squat in my house like an unwanted pest.” You flinch as you hear Bruce Wayne talk to him like that. The first time you meet a pseudo-celebrity, and he’s going to throw you in jail. 

“Ahem. Master Bruce, this is...?” The butler trails off, and you hastily introduce yourself. “They were on the beach, asleep.”

Your face could melt off at this point, you’re so mortified. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry Mr. Wayne. MJ told me he had booked us a trip, and I just blindly followed him because I’ve been so stressed at work, and I really should have known better, because he’s always pulling shit like this, and I can promise you, whatever you need us to pay for, or do, I can, b-”

“Babe!” MJ interrupts you, walking over and slinging an arm over your shoulder. “Relax, Bruce and I go way back! We’re not really in trouble, it’s fine! Right, Brucie?”

You swear you can see a vein in Bruce’s forehead pop out, but he doesn’t say anything. You, on the other hand, nearly see red. You start beating him with your hat. “You fucking imbecile! You really think there aren’t going to be any consequences? You always just do these things, and you never worry about the effects, because I always do! I’m always cleaning up all of your fucking messes. God, can’t you just for once! Think! Before! You! Do!” You whack him with every word, and you’re about to scratch his eyes out when Bruce Wayne snickers.

You stop, and look at him with wide eyes. He does it again, and even the butler has a ghost of a smile on his face. You’re about to start begging for forgiveness again, when he speaks. “Please, enjoy the rest of your time here. Free of charge, of course. It’s the least I can do, considering how much you have to put up with every day.”

You sag with relief, as does MJ. You almost bow, you’re so grateful, but the ye contact between your boyfriend and the billionaire tells you the conversation, at least for them, isn’t over yet. 

“Excuse me, but would you like some lemonade, over in the kitchen? I’ve made a fresh pitcher, and I would greatly appreciate your feedback,” The butler asks you. You nod, and follow him out. You know when to take the exit given to you. As you’re leaving, you think you hear Bruce Wayne tell MJ “you’re going to be on monitor duty for the next six months”.

[currywaifu]

For the Q&A: 1, 2, and 3. Ps. I love you blog

thank you sm 🥺🥺🥺

based on the A3! 50 Q&A challenge

.01 | favourite character

already answered!

.02 | favourite troupe

autumn troupe!

.03 | favourite play

it has to be Le Fantôme de l'Opéra!!!

AND CLOCKWORK!!!! as in righttttt behind it

but I really enjoyed The Wonderful Charlatan of Oz, Knights of Round IV, I Come with the Night, Scarlet Mirror... too many oops

[teen-titans-imagines]

Happy birthday!!!!!!

THIS WAS SO LATE BUT THANK YOU OH LORD

[buckysmischief]

Sure, Jan - Epilogue

Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: too much fluff, i just wanted to end this short & sweet

Inspirations can be found in the series masterlist

AN: Thank you so much to everyone who has followed this story and who has supported me, it means more that you know ❤️ 

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[mycupoffanfiction]

Sunshine

Pietro x Reader

Summary: You and Pietro spend a cosy morning together, forgetting about the stresses of life.

Warnings: It’s probably really cheesy, also apologies for bad writing, it’s been a little while!

Masterlist

A/N: Hi my loves, I know it has been ages, I’m so sorry it’s been so long! Here’s a little drabble to get the ball rolling. I thought we could all do with some soft, sweet Pietro, no matter what you’re going through or facing 💖 sorry if this is baaad I tried my best 😅

Soft sunlight crept around the edge of the curtain, the warm morning glow bringing you slowly out of your sleep. At your side lay Pietro, who grunted softly as he stretched out and turned over to face you, the edges of his lips curling up into a little smirk.

His silver hair was tossed about messily, facial hair slightly outgrown, eyes barely open in his half asleep state, but Pietro had wanted nothing more than to see you first in the warm morning haze.

He cracked a soft smile as he looked you over, watching as you turned onto your side to face him fully and he reached up to gently brush the backs of his fingers against your cheek, letting out a gentle hum as he did, his eyes sliding closed for a moment as you leaned into his touch.

The silence was comfortable and the cracked open window let in the calm sounds of birdsong and the light breeze that made the curtains gently waft and float.

You smiled sweetly, Pietro giving you a lazy grin back. He thought you looked beautiful, the morning light bringing gorgeous highlights to your skin, warm golden hues dancing over your half covered figure and Pietro’s soft blue eyes trailed lazily over you, entranced, captivated, in love.

The clock ticked past the time you were both meant to get up, but neither of you made moves to leave your positions. Warm, pale hands traced across your waist with gentle touches that dipped below the sheets.

His lips captured yours in a gentle kiss, trailing down, exploring slowly, soft words of love and adoration whispered delicately against your skin.

It was as if nothing else mattered, because in that moment, nothing else did matter.

Only you mattered to Pietro and him to you. Whatever the day had in store could wait, Pietro needed to make sure you knew just how much he loved and adored you.

You needed to feel each other’s love, his touch gently smoothing over your skin soothing you with a sense of blissful warmth that you only felt from Pietro.

And as the sun cast a brighter golden hue across your room, you basked in the love you felt from each other, savouring each touch, kiss and whispered word, captivated in each other with the loving warmth you shared.

You are always appreciated 💕

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[captaincvans]

Chapter Five: Hello

03/09/20

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Word Count: 1430+

Warnings: Language

Series Masterpost

A/N: I decided to split the last chapter because I’m still very undecided about how I should end this. If you have a few kind words to spare, please leave some in my Ask- I really need it. 

Chris’s POV

The first time I saw her in real life after our breakup was before the trial. She was standing outside the doors with a white blouse and black pencil skirt with nude heels to match. She looked like she lost a few pounds from the last time he saw her, her makeup doing little to hide the dark circles underneath her eyes. My eyes were drawn to her stomach, seeing it unchanged from the last time I saw her made it all real that something had happened with our baby. Perhaps there wasn’t even a baby to begin with? Only she can answer my questions. But do I deserve an answer?

There was a necessary trial for Daniel and John to be convicted, and as much as they tried to keep it private, they couldn’t stop the press from waiting hours outside the court. Finally it was their turn to stand in trial, we all made our statements, including Y/N. She avoided looking at me, opting to look at the back of the room as she stuttered through her statement. I frowned at her unease, heart clenching everytime she jolted when a new voice cut her off. Finally when she was dismissed, she ran to the back of the room, sitting down at the bench chair.

Finally, the investigation was finally over, the jury found John and  guilty of all charges. My lawyers comforted me that this was all just procedures. A trial was just a necessary step, and that there will be administrative paperworks still after this. Either way, I just wanted this to be over. I thanked my lawyer again, and parted ways. Naturally, I was looking around for Y/N. I saw my family motioning for us to make our leave, but I raised my hand, silently asking them for a few minutes. I found Y/N in the corner, peering at the entrance, her face etched into worry and fear at the sight of the crowd of people. My heart broke, seeing her display her vulnerability with no one to support her was enough to make me want to build a time machine and break my face before I had the chance to break her heart. I slowly approached her like one would to a wounded animal, heart racing at the thought of speaking to her again.  

“How are you getting home?” I asked, wincing at how the volume of my voice seems to be amplified when she jumped to look at me.

Her eyes widened with surprise and something else I couldn’t put my hand on, before shifting her view to the floor. “My car,” she mumbled.

“Your car?” I repeated, straining to make sure I heard right. When she nodded, I nodded my head coming to a decision before speaking again. “Where are you parked?”

“Back of the parking lot.”

“Okay. I’m going to ask if there’s another exit we can take. I’ll be back.” I made my way to my bodyguard, going through the options of a different exit, and unfortunately they only had the back doors that were for staff only. We had to go through the front entrance if we wanted to get to her car. “Hey, there’s no other entrance that we can use, but me and Eric will take you to your car,” I nodded towards my bodyguard, thumb sticking out in his direction.

“You don’t have to,” she mumbled, her eyes never once leaving the floor.

“I want to.”

The crowd was in a frenzy as the two got out of the building. My bodyguard and I flanked on either side of Y/N, trying to protect her as they tried to navigate through the crowd. I placed a hand on her lower back, remembering the times I would tuck her by my side as we ran away from the shutter of the cameras around us. I knew it wasn’t easy for her to be in the spotlight like this, she was never one to ask for attention from the public. I resisted pulling her closer, knowing it would draw unnecessary headlines and more trouble for her than I was worth. There was so much I wanted to say, so many things I wanted to apologize for, but I knew this wasn’t the right time. I lowered myself near her face when she got into her car as Eric fended off the crowd, I just needed her to know one thing. “I’m so sorry about everything, Y/N. If I could I would go back in time and re-do that whole night, I would do it in a heartbeat.” I had no intention of asking her to call me or give me another chance, it was not a burden I wanted her to carry. She looked up at me, eyes wide and shiny, a permanent look of unease etched in her furrowed eyebrows, and I felt my own eyes prick with unshed tears. “I love you, Y/N,” I whispered, ignoring the ache in my chest when she closed her eyes and a tear escaped. I made sure she was tucked in the car properly before gently closing the door, and turning back to the crowd, trying to move them away from her car.

I walked back to my family, a tight feeling in my chest growing. They all smiled at me sympathetically, unable to offer anything more than their presence. I knew they wanted me to reach out to Y/N, but I couldn’t get myself to do it. I had no right to come crawling back to her after hurting her this much. It’s as if the three years together went down the drain with my inability to hold back and listen. Y/N knows about my trust issues, she’s the one who would validate me when I felt like an asshole whenever I drew boundaries with people. How could I have not believed her?

-

It was another month of finishing up all the paperworks that Chris finally had time to sit down and think about his next steps. Right now he’s taking a break from the industry, being a free agent as his friends would call it, and focusing on himself as well as his friends and family. More than ever, the whole ordeal helped him realize who his actual friends were. Some stood by him, and some disappeared the minute they heard he was bleeding money thinking it was going to be permanent. He got up, checking his phone to see that his mom texted him about having dinner. He responded that he would be there, and went back to his photos app, pulling one up of him and Y/N at his birthday dinner a few months prior things went to shit. Over the past month he thought a lot about the reason he didn’t believe his girlfriend of three years. He had to take a good look at all his flaws, opening Pandora's box of everything he hated about himself. He had to admit that he was a commitment-phobe, that he’s been looking for a way out since he thought about proposing and settling down with her. He hated the feeling of being enveloped, so he tore it to shreds before it could even happen. It was something his therapist told him when he retold her the events of what happened, and it took him awhile to process the fact that his three-year relationship crumbled because of his childish fear of being trapped.

He sighed, leaning his head back against the couch. “What am I gonna do?” Just then his phone pinged. His heart skipped a beat as he recognized the familiar numbers. 

<– (Chapter 4)          (Chapter 6) –>

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[angelicspaceprince]

SFW Alphabet - Good Omens Aziraphale x Reader

A/N: Here they finally are! My SFW Aziraphale Alphabet headcanons! Now these have been completed, I’m moving on to the soulmate AUs!

Tagged: @justballoonfishthings, @aethersghoulette, @inspired-is-gone, @daddy-clancy666, @yingshz, @omg-the-sex-was-amazingggg, @my--names-blurryface, @disa, @lilcutekittykat, @shawtyhadthemapplebottomjeans, @broadwayavenger, @dreaming-in-photographs, @ineffable-snek-boi, @virtualmemmecollector, @sincerelyraine, @the-bi-trash-can, @tunnel-snakesss-rule, @nashnolastname, @lucia-michaelis, @lovelesslionblog, @xs1nister, @chicken-poncho, @nastya-platini, @trelaney, @stspookers, @ghuulbabe, @jellyfishlovesloki, @greatjaygatsby, @littlebitfluffy

Headcanons

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) Aziraphale is very affectionate, especially in passing and physical affection. A kiss to the top of the head as you rest against him, a squeeze of your hand as he walks by, a quick hug as you try to finish cooking. He loves just being in your general vicinity and, if he can, touching you in innocent ways. You tend to walk next to each other with your arm placed in the crook of his, and on occasion where you walk hand in hand, his thumb rubs firm but comforting circles on the back of your palm.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) Aziraphale is a caring friend who is the sort of person who calls to check up on you or see something and get it for you just because. He would be the first person to call when you have a concern as he listens and discusses solutions calmly whilst being an amazing emotional support. Most likely, the friendship starts when you happen upon his ‘store’ and, after noticing that the giant ass snake was, in fact, real and that the owner didn’t seem pleased to part with his beloved books, you put your desired purchase away and simply started chatting about his book collection. It starts slowly, but soon the two of you become incredibly close.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) He loves a cuddle. He loves spooning, actually, and he doesn’t mind which spoon he is. He just likes being pressed up against you.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) Just like Crowley, I don’t think there is an actual moment where the two of you sit down and decide to move in together – it just sort of happens. He may say that you spend more time at his than at your place and why don’t you just move in and you bring your stuff over but in the lead up, there is no official discussion.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) I feel that Aziraphale would really struggle to break up with their partner because he doesn’t want to cause them pain. He’d probably try and be gentle and practice with Crowley on what he was going to say. There are two ways it’ll work out – either you’d walk in on him practicing with Crowley, ask him outright, he’d start stuttering and Crowley would just be like ‘yep. He wants to break up.’ Alternatively, you’d go out for what you assume to be a date and towards the end he’d bring up how he doesn’t think it’s working out and perhaps you should return to being friends. It’d be awkward and painful to get it out of him because the entire time, you know he’s nervous about something and it’s being to irk you that you don’t know what is bothering him. What happens after either scenario is totally up to you.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) Aziraphale is a creature of pure love, I think he’d very much would like to be married. I think the idea of marriage would be brought up within the first year of being in a relationship but being proposed too wouldn’t happen until after the 2-year mark. Ideally (in his eyes), you’d be married soon after that, but he’d go along with what you wanted. Don’t wanna get married? Guess you aren’t getting married. Want a long engagement? He’s ok with that too.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) He is a soft boi. I don’t think he would ever intentionally hurt you, he’s just too kind and empathetic about it. He would be the sort of person who initially worries about hugging you too tight or bruising you if he accidentally knocks into you until he figures out what you are capable of handling. He knows when you need a tight hug or some more firm words, but everything he does radiates kindness and love and its very rare he will cease being gentle towards you. If anyone threatens you, however, look out.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) Yessssss, he loves giving you hugs throughout the day as little reminders of how much he loves you or just to be close to you. They are always warm and inviting, and you constantly tease him about being secretly a battery as each time you hug, when he lets go you always feel reenergised.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) Aziraphale, being a creature of love, wouldn’t shy away from the l-word. Most definitely the first one to say it and probably a little too soon for your liking but he wouldn’t say it unless he felt love coming from you towards him. He just didn’t realise you weren’t ready to admit that yet.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) I think it wouldn’t take a lot for Aziraphale to become somewhat insecure, but it takes a lot for him to get jealous. Like Crowley, he trusts you not to cheat. But if someone is getting too handsy, he will simply walk up and hold your hand, maybe give you a light kiss and ask ‘who’s this, dear?’ in the hopes it will make the other person take a hint.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) It depends. Soft and gentle in public, just enough to make you feel what he feels. In public, he likes to go full blown make out sesh. It’s almost amusing that an angel – a creature of ‘purity’ and ‘innocence’ – can get as down and dirty as he often does. He loves kissing your lips, it always feels so intimate when you do. Its his favourite spot to be kissed as well – but in public or where he knows you will be uncomfortable, he will kiss the back of your hand lightly. Same effect, just more comfortable for you.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) Amazing with small children. He loves them and loves showing them his magic tricks, telling them stories and generally keeping them entertained. I think he’d be like the dorky dad with older kids because he’s not 100% sure on how to interact with them. I really think he’d love to be a dad and would want kids at some point in his life.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) Mornings with Aziraphale always start with a cuppa in bed as you slowly wake up to the day. Aziraphale rarely sleeps, so he’s always up and ready before your eyes have even began to flutter open. He may talk about the book he read overnight to you, or his plans for the day, ask you what you were doing and if you want to meet up for lunch. Its quiet, peaceful. A lovely way to slowly wake up before having to address the busy day.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) Your days always begin and end with a cup of tea and talking to Aziraphale. At night, its usually about your day, how he managed to get rid of pesky customers from buying his beloved collection, what he and Crowley got up to etc. If there is nothing to be said, you’d simply read together until you’re so tired your eyes begin to blur. Aziraphale will always spend at least the time it takes you to fall asleep with you, sometimes spooning, other times just laying next to you and, on occasion, if he wants to spend the night with you, you will lay your head on his chest as he reads to you until you doze off. He will always read you something whilst you sleep, apparently it makes you sleep better and you always appear to be calmer when you hear his voice as you sleep.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) The whole angel thing would probably have been accidentally discovered by you. An argument with Crowley that you walk into, causing you to find out what they are, and Aziraphale would be frightened that you’d run off in fear. Instead, you ask questions. ‘What’s Heaven like? Can I see your wings? Where you alive when x, y, z happened?’ It was a relief that you were curious and accepting rather than angry and frightened. Beyond that, I feel that Aziraphale has been and always will be an open book to his loved ones. Even if he doesn’t tell you what’s on his mind, he tells you in the means of his body language. Nothing is off limits and he prefers to tell you what’s on his mind rather than let it wallow inside his brain.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) It takes a lot for Aziraphale to get angry with you and even then, it’s not anger, its frustration. It’d probably have to do with if you aren’t able to take care of yourself or haven’t told him something that you find trivial, but he finds of the upmost importance, or if you accidentally mess up his very precise catalogue system for his books. Aziraphale doesn’t get angry, he gets ‘disappointed’, which somehow is always 10 times worse.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or do they kind of forget everything?) Aziraphale will always remember the small things, what your favourite food is, any allergies, favourite genre of books, who you like at work and who you struggle with. The one thing he does struggle with is dates, especially when he gets distracted with things such as a new book that’s appeared that he simply ‘must have for his collection’ or the apocalypse-that-nearly-was then time escapes him. Its not that he can’t remember the date that the two of you met or it wasn’t important, but after living for over 6000 years, time is irrelevant. If you say to him ‘next Tuesday, lets do this’ then its more likely he would remember regardless if he gets distracted or not.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?) The moment Aziraphale knew that you loved him. He can feel love, as we all know, but you always seemed to radiate love when you were around him. It wasn’t until he realised the love didn’t start until he walked into your line of vision that he realised it was for him. He knew that you either didn’t know you felt this strong for him or you weren’t ready to confess it, but that was possibly the most defining moment in your relationship.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) He wouldn’t like you to be in the line of danger. He’d probably keep you out of danger by not informing you of anything he perceives as potentially harmful in order to keep you out of it. If you find out, then somehow, miraculously, something gets in the way and you simply cannot get involved in any way. It wouldn’t be in your face ‘you can’t go’, he’d rather do a work around so you simply are unavailable when he knows you could end up being in danger.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) Aziraphale would never, ever take you somewhere or get you something without thinking that you’d love it. Everything he does for you, it has a meaning. Everything has a thought behind it. From little things like making sure you have a steaming cup of tea/coffee/hot chocolate/whatever to wake up to, to super romantic evenings that may not go to plan but always the thought is there, Aziraphale tries his hardest to make you feel happy, important and, most importantly, loved.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) The only thing that happens over and over again is sometimes, sometimes, Aziraphale gets so into his book that he forgets things. Again, he’s been alive for over 6000 years. Time has no meaning to him anymore and what he thinks has taken him just a night to read has actually taken him a week. You don’t get offended, you don’t interrupt even if its poor timing on either of your part. You do like to take photos as evidence, with the day’s newspaper and a clock conveniently located so you can gently tease him about it later on.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) It doesn’t happen often, but there have been a few times where he’s gotten obsessed with his looks as a result of comments from his heavenly family or strangers around you. One of two things happen, he either becomes obsessed with the idea that he isn’t good enough for you and starts dieting because he ‘has to do it the human way’, which makes him miserable until you assure him that you love him the way he is, and he is totally handsome and sexy the way he looks. Or, he’s convinced you will leave as a result (definitely something Gabriel has told him in the past) and starts pulling out all the stops to the point that its actively annoying. The best thing about Aziraphale is, however, that you can be totally open with him. You can discuss what’s bothering him and you can tell him how you feel on the matter. Normally it takes a while and things settle down and return to the way it was, but either way the course of this can take weeks to resolve properly.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) Aziraphale would very much be the sort of person who believes in soulmates and would feel your absence. I think he wouldn’t ever tell you that you ‘completed’ him because he doesn’t want to put any strain on you to think that you have to be a certain way to make him happy, but he definitely thinks that you are the half that makes him whole.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.) Definitely teaches you how to dance the Gavotte one rainy Sunday afternoon when you have nowhere to go. You, in turn, teach him your favourite dance. He’s not the best, but it’s definitely the most fun either of you have ever had.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?) It goes without saying that if you hate books or if you hate stories being read to you that it’d be a no-go with him. If you couldn’t read and loved being read to then he’s all for it! I think he’d struggle however, and I don’t see it working out long term. Also, if you weren’t open to try new things. Humanity is always changing and that’s what Aziraphale loves about humanity, I don’t think he’d understand if you weren’t interested in exploring new things with him because everything that’s new is super exciting to this angel.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?) He doesn’t sleep, but he does love it when you fall asleep in his arms or on his chest as he talks to you softly. He doesn’t always spend that time with you in his arms but he definitely makes sure to spend some time with you peacefully sleeping in his arms.

[fandomplethora]

i am linking the guide i made for new people coming into the fandom! this post has attracted all kinds of people and that makes me so happy - here is my mystic messenger guide! and i will tag some recent people in the notes who gave me the thought to add this on as well. welcome again, you guys~

@virtualmemmecollector, @iseleylaura, @azulcelestina (thank you for your tip as well!) & @maik-ii

new people coming into the mm fandom in 2020:

people in the fandom since 2016 welcoming them:

[saeyoungchoismaid]

BOOP BOOP BOOP

BREAKING NEWS

IVE NEVER BEEN HAPPIER IN MY LIFE

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B R O I HAVENT DONE HIS ROUTE YET BUT I LOVE THIS

[buckysmischief]

Sure, Jan - 3

Bucky Barnes x reader (eventually)

Summary: While writing your college history paper on WWII, you decide to tweet your favorite avengers, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, for help. They were also the most qualified. It’s not like they would actually reply, right?

Warnings: language

Inspirations can be found in the series masterlist

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[saeyoungchoismaid]

First letter of my last name: B

Birth Month: May

Day of birth: the 15th

Beel took me upstairs to his room because I told him I wanted a night to remember

*C H O K E S* I’ll give him that good sister succ he better stop playin

Tagging: @officialdevorak, @hornywrath, @virtualmemmecollector, @abhorbit-h, @diavohno, @1abbie7, @sweet-sour-devil-ish, and anyone else who wants to do this!!

Make an Obey Me sentence: house party edition🎉

1. The first letter of your first name (or last if you prefer!)

A-B 💫💫💫 Beel

C-D 💫💫💫 Solomon

E-F 💫💫💫 Belphie

G-H 💫💫💫 Asmo

I-J 💫💫💫 Simeon

K-M 💫💫💫 Barbatos

N-P 💫💫💫 Lucifer

Q-S 💫💫💫 Satan

T-V 💫💫💫 Mammon

W-X 💫💫💫 Diavolo

Y-Z 💫💫💫 Levi

2. The month you were born

January 💫💫💫 Made out with me behind a curtain

February 💫💫💫 Confessed his love to me while drunk

March 💫💫💫 Did body shots off me

April 💫💫💫 Did a strip tease for me

May 💫💫💫 Took me upstairs to his bedroom

June 💫💫💫 Made out with me in front of everyone

July 💫💫💫 Told everyone I was ‘his girl’

August 💫💫💫 Dry humped me

September 💫💫💫 Accidentally told me he loved me

October 💫💫💫 Tried to seduce me

November 💫💫💫 Licked whipped cream off my boobs

December 💫💫💫 Grinded on me

3. The date you were born

1-3 💫💫💫 Because fuck it why not

4-6 💫💫💫 Because we were playing truth or dare

7-9 💫💫💫 Because he saw one of the brothers checking me out

10-12 💫💫💫 Because I told him I love him

13-15 💫💫💫 Because I told him I wanted a night to remember

16-18 💫💫💫 Because he’d never done so before

19-21 💫💫💫 Because he had a little too much to drink

22-24 💫💫💫 Because I told him I’d make out with him if he did

25-27 💫💫💫 Because I accidentally touched his nob

28-31💫💫💫 Because we were feeling frisky

Are you happy with your result? Comment yours down below!💫

[mycupoffanfiction]

Our Girl

Biker!Bucky x Reader x biker!Pietro smut

Summary: You spend the morning with your bikers after treating them the night before

Warnings: Pure smut, oral (female receiving), fingering, dirty talk, lots of teasing.

Word count: Approx 1500

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A/N: Hi loves, this one was requested by my lovely @mushyjellybeans. I won’t lie, I really wanted to write moooore (I might anyway lol), but I want to see if I can follow this up with some fluff because I really wanted to see how Bucky and Pietro would act normally outside of smut in a relationship together with their girl. Thoughts?

Hope you’re all keeping well 💖

You woke slowly with a little whine which was responded to with a soft groan on your left side. You reached up to rub your eyes, something soft shifting on your abdomen and you peered down through half open lids to see your chunky, fluffy old man of a cat, Harold curled up on you. An arm was thrown over your middle and on your other side a leg strewn over yours.

The amount of times that cat had gotten lost and Pietro and Bucky somehow always manged to find him before you three had gotten into a relationship was quite ridiculous and sometimes you even wondered to yourself if Harold was somehow in cahoots with the two bikers and had been their wingman.

The soft tickle and shift of hair against the side of your face coupled with an unhappy grunt told you that Bucky was awake and his arm around your middle tightened, pulling you closer, only to be immediately tugged back against another warm chest behind you. “No fair, you got all her attention last night.” Pietro grumbled, his thick accent was groggy from sleep and you scooted your butt against him, eliciting a low grunt from Pietro, his grip on you tightening.

“Can you two ever share?” You asked, a joking edge to your voice and Bucky chuckled, his fingers dancing over your warm skin below the covers. “Apparently not, darlin’.” Bucky smirked at you as he pulled himself a little closer, sandwiching you between your two bikers. Your gaze trailed over Bucky’s left arm, decorated in an impressive sleeve of tattoos that had initially started a few years ago not long before you had met him.

Bucky and Pietro were both bikers and rolled with a group of friends who worked alongside the local police, but the rest of the time, he was a reserve firefighter and spent most weeks working some hours in the local department, but that meant he’d had his fair share of injuries and during a particularly bad incident, had ended up with some burn scars on his left arm.

You’d never really seen the full extent of the marred skin before, but you didn’t care, you would find Bucky attractive all the same with or without tattoos and scars. You nudged your nose against Bucky’s, lips pressing delicately against his and he groaned into the kiss, fingers pressing into your skin as he kissed you back with slow yet passionate intensity.

Pietro sighed and tugged you away from Bucky, turning you over in his arms and capturing you in a sweet kiss, his tongue gently tracing against yours, working you deliciously slowly. Your fingers trailed down Pietro’s shirtless torso and you felt the long since healed scars under your fingertips. Bucky wasn’t the only one who had seen injury on the job, only Pietro’s had been a lot more touch and go and every time you saw and touched the scars, you felt relief that he was still with you after you and Bucky had almost lost him.

He’d sustained several gunshot wounds, the outlaw bikers from the next town over having caught him alone after he’d managed to turn one of them in to the police and they shot so many bullets into him with the intent to kill that you, like everyone else was amazed he’d survived and managed to pull through. “Fuck, I want you doll.” Bucky murmured against your ear, grinding himself against you as he held you around the middle, Harold prancing off the bed in a rather grumpy manner and leaving the room.

You parted from Pietro, the lust in his eyes telling you he wanted the same as Bucky and he gently pushed you onto your back, the warmth low in your belly blossoming into butterflies as you felt Bucky’s warm fingers gently nudge at the hem of the soft t-shirt you had stolen from him. “I want you too, both of you.” You whispered, though your voice had an edge of want, a soft whine following as you craved their touch.

Pietro leaned in, soft lips pressing hot, open mouthed kisses down your neck as Bucky pushed your shirt up to just below your chest, exposing your panties and he teasingly drew his finger across the cotton of your underwear, careful not to touch where you wanted them the most. “Please.” You gasped out, Pietro teasing your nipples through the thin fabric of your top and you whined out at the attention.

“Please, what baby doll?” Bucky asked, his voice was so deep and smooth, like soft velvet. “Do you want us to make you feel good, Prinţesă mea?” Pietro murmured, fingers dipping under your top and between the valley of your breasts, pushing the fabric up to leave you bare to both of them. “Yes, please.” You panted, already worked up and Pietro smirked at your desperation for both of them.

“Let us take care of you then, darlin’.” Bucky cooed, fingers working their way into your panties and you gasped at the contact as he parted your folds, gently teasing the soft bundle of nerves beneath his fingers, eliciting a moan from you. Pietro lowered himself, tongue darting out and fluttering lightly against your nipple, his thumb and forefinger teasing the other.

Bucky couldn’t wait to pull your underwear off and hooked them to the side with his fingers as he nudged your legs apart, settling between them. You glistened with want and as much as Bucky wanted to give you what you wanted that second, he also wanted to see you ache for the attention you craved. “Bucky, please.” You whined at his teasing as he lowered himself to press kisses along your thighs, fingers brushing closely to your core and you wriggled, attempting to get more of his attention.

“C’mon Barnes, I think she deserves it after last night.” Pietro smirked as he parted from your chest to glance at Bucky, who met him with a devious smile. “I think you’re right, I think she deserves a little somthin’ after she let us fuck her on your bike yesterday.” Bucky grinned. “You want that, Prinţesă?” Pietro asked, full well knowing your answer would be yes and you frantically nodded, unable to give a verbal answer.

Bucky chuckled at your response, his thumbs parting your folds gently before he licked a stripe from your entrance to your clit, circling around the soft bundle of nerves deliciously slowly and you rewarded him with a drawn out moan. Pietro moved to hold your legs open and he leaned down to tease you with his tongue, just above Bucky’s. Both had different pressures and slightly different feelings as you gasped in at the intense pleasure, angling your hips upwards wanting more.

“So good Prinţesă.” Pietro sighed against your sensitive skin, his voice sending vibrations through you as they both lapped at your clit, Bucky slowly dipping his finger into your entrance and curling it to find the spot that made you gasp in pleasure. Bucky hummed in response, giving your clit one last flick with his tongue before he pulled away, giving Pietro full access while Bucky added another finger.

“Does that feel good darlin’?” Bucky asked, looking down at you through hooded eyes. “Do you like it when we both do it?” He questioned, getting a breathy yes in response. Pietro closed his lips around your bundle of nerves, sucking lightly as his tongue quickly flicked over your sensitive skin, drawing sweet moans from between your lips as he worked you.

Bucky leaned forwards, his fingers coming up to tease your nipples as he fingered you, picking up speed and you began to feel hazy, pleasure intensifying as Pietro brought you closer to the edge, pleasure building as he focused solely on your clit. Bucky’s fingers brushed quickly against your g-spot, getting you closer and he could tell by the way you tensed, the change in your breathing that you were almost on the edge, your fingers loosely gripping Bucky’s hand as he teased you with his fingers.

“C’mon doll, let go, we’ve got you.” He encouraged, speeding up a little, Pietro circling the tip of his tongue around you quickly and the pleasure stilled for a second, holding you in a moment of pure hazy bliss before the pleasure finally rolled through you, capturing you in a high you’d never felt so strongly before and you cried out, clinging to the sheets as Bucky and Pietro worked you through your release, gently bringing themselves to a stop, though Pietro couldn’t resist giving you a few teasing post orgasm aftershocks.

Taking a second to catch your breath, you looked up at them both in your euphoria, completely mind blown at the pleasure you’d just experienced and Pietro smirked at you, his fingers teasing your sensitive clit and you watched at his tongue darted out across his lips, silvered hair tousled and messy, hanging to the side as he eyed you.

“We ain’t done yet darlin’, still got three more orgasms to go.” Bucky spoke lowly against your ear, lips and stubble brushing against your sweet skin and your eyes rolled back, a moan of pure, intense pleasure pulled from you as Pietro began to lap at your sensitive clit again.

“We got all goddamn day.” He chuckled.

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[saeyoungchoismaid]

I'm replaying Obey Me and bro they're so mean to Mammon and I feel so bad, Mammon is baby, leave him alone he's trying so hard

That’s one reason he was my fav at first because apparently no one else liked him and I was like “🥺🤲❤️ it’s okay I’ll like you”

[buckysmischief]

Sure, Jan - 10

Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: While writing your college history paper on WWII, you decide to tweet your favorite avengers, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, for help. They were also the most qualified. It’s not like they would actually reply, right?

Warnings: language

Inspirations can be found in the series masterlist

AN: I haven’t decided how many more chapters there will be but this story will definitely be coming to an end soon :(

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[mycupoffanfiction]

On My Mind

College!Pietro x Reader

This is part of the Stark University Series

Summary: You and Pietro discover something about each other.

Word count: Approx 1100

Warnings: Mention of gross rumours, fluffy fluff fluff, sweet Pietro, flirty Pietro

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A/N: Hi loves! Here is the next part, I hope you enjoy, I think this is one of my favourites in the series so far! 💖💖

Pietro wandered over to you, watching as you sat on the stone wall outside of the dorms in the early morning. It had been a week since he’d ran off in the café and the entire week had been awkward between you two to say the least, awkward distancing, awkward conversation, not to mention awkward silences. But the thing that had been the worst that you’d kept quiet on was the taunting you were getting from Rumlow’s boys when Evan, your date from the other week has spread a thing or two about you, despite never even finishing dinner with you. Even Pietro had noticed it was happening from the odd interaction he’d heard here and there and he wanted so badly to have words with Evan for spreading rumours about you.

Pietro sat down next to you on the half wall and you looked up from your worn book to see Pietro, giving him a sweet, soft smile. You were glad to finally be alone with him without your friends around, you both knew they meant well, but they interfered a bit too much.

“What are you doing out here so early?” Pietro asked, pulling one leg up to perch on the wall so he could rest his arm on his knee. You drew in a deep breath, putting the bookmark between the pages and closing your book. “I couldn’t sleep.” You replied and as if to prove a point, you immediately yawned. “I could ask you the same thing.” You added, voice quiet and shy.

A silence followed, slight tension between you both and after a few moments, you glanced up at Pietro shyly. He met your eyes with his soft blues, only he felt a little disappointed when you looked away again and he wondered what had happened between you two for things to be so awkward.

“I miss you.” Pietro admitted in his deep, warm accent and you looked back up at him, slightly taken aback by his admission. “I miss you too.” You whispered, voice failing you. You were about to look away again when Pietro gently caught your cheek with his fingers and turned you back to face him with his soft touch. “What’s going on, Prinţesă?” Piet questioned and you sighed, finally accepting you’d have to tell him at some point or another.

You fiddled nervously with your hands, wringing them together without even noticing and Pietro took your hand in his, stopping you from squishing your fingers together. “I know about Evan spreading rumours.” Pietro told you and you looked at him a little flustered. “You don’t believe any of it, do you?” You asked softly and Piet shook his head, raising his brow at you. “Prinţesă, I know that asshole didn’t even remotely get close to having a chance with you and the bullshit he is spreading about what he supposedly did with you in the restaurant bathroom is the most stupid thing I have ever heard.” Pietro scoffed and you let out a breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding on to.

A moment passed and Pietro watched you with his soft gaze, blue eyes studying your tired features and he sighed, hand squeezing yours gently. He knew there was something else. “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” Pietro asked, reaching up to tuck some of your hair behind your ear and he watched as your eyes glanced down to see your intertwined hands.

Maybe it was the intensifying anxiety, the self-doubt and now with the rumours Evan had spread and you felt even more self conscious. You felt like there was no way you were good enough for Pietro, you couldn’t see yourself with him, not because you didn’t want to be with him, but because you had managed to convince yourself that he deserved someone better than you. He was an athletic, smart, gorgeous Sokovian track star and you were just you.

“Did I do something wrong, Prinţesă?” Pietro asked and you immediately shook your head. “No, no, god no, Piet.” You responded quickly. “I just um- I have my eyes on someone and I’m pretty sure I’m out of his league.” You attempted to keep it as ominous as possible, but the way you so shyly told him and how you couldn’t quite look Pietro in the eye when you said it, the nervous shift in your body and the way you squeezed his hand a tiny bit and it made Pietro wonder.

“You’re- excuse me, dragă, you are out of no one’s league. And tell me, who would this lucky man be, Prinţesă?” Pietro asked, voice smooth, the smirk on his lips and the slight narrowing of his eyes said he was playing with you and he damn well knew you were talking about him, he just wanted to hear you say it in that sweet, shy voice of yours.

You looked at him with a stunned look, wide eyes, heat creeping over your features and you looked away from that flirtatious look of his and if you hadn’t known Pietro the way you did, you might have thought he was teasing you, but you knew that look. It was the look he gave you every time you sat too close, every time your hands brushed or when he put his arm around you in a friendly way. It was the look he gave you when he let you try his coffee and when he showed up to class late because he stopped by the cafe to buy cake that he only shared with you.

“It’s you Piet.” You finally got the words out, shy and soft and quiet and Pietro loved the sweet, gentle way you said those words, the way his name sounded on your lips. “Always been you.” You nodded, eyes barely meeting his for a second before you looked away again and his smile widened at your confession, his hand squeezing yours gently.

“Hey,” Pietro spoke softly, pausing to lift your chin with his fingers, his soft gaze catching yours and you found yourself unable to look away from him. “I can’t get you off my mind.” The sincerity in his voice told you he meant it. “I can’t stop thinking about you, Prinţesă, ever since I met you I can’t get you out of my mind.” He smiled.

“But, I’m just-.” Your words trailed off as Pietro gently smoothed his thumb over your cheek. “Prinţesă mea. You are my Princess.”

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[saeyoungchoismaid]

Here's a thought for soft hours: Child!Satan and Parent!Lucifer with the "it's not an airplane just the spoon" vine.

I love crying. Bro Satan would just be like “??? Wtf are you doing????” and Lucifer would sigh and say, “I’m trying to be all cutesy for you. Just shut up and accept it”