#you don't have to agree but they are mine

[callalillywrites]

His Little Clothes Thief

Another entry for @steverogersbingo. A2 - Sharing Clothes

I'll admit this one ended up being way cuter than the original idea I had for this prompt, and I may have stretched the prompt a bit to make this work. I'm definitely happy with the results.

Steve Rogers Masterlist | Steve Rogers Bingo | Main Masterlist

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1034

Summary: You come home to find Steve rummaging through your closet for his favorite shirt. He has plans for it and refuses to be deterred.

Warnings: none; just a lot of fluff

I do not give permission to have my works copied, translated, reposted, or fed into an AI machine.

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"Steven, what do you think you're doing?" you demanded, hands crossed over your chest while you hip rested against the door frame of your closet.

Your boyfriend of nearly three years glanced over his shoulder. His hands stilled on the hoodies hanging in front of him. He had the nerve to give you a knowing looking before returning to what he'd been doing. This time though, he picked up his pace as he sifted through the large collection of hoodies you've amassed.

"I'm looking for my favorite shirt. I know you have it, sweetheart."

You scoffed at the mild accusation in his tone. Sure, you'd been known to 'borrow' some of his clothes from time to time, but you always returned them.

Steve had the nerve to mimic your scoff. "I saw it in your pile when we were doing laundry yesterday. Don't think I don't know you."

"What makes you think I still have it?" you asked, not about to let him win this match so easily. "How do you know it's not hanging up in your closet? You know the door on the other side of our garden tub? The last I checked you have a greater collection of clothes than I do. What makes you so sure I have it?"

"Because, sweetheart," he spared you another exasperated though loving glance, "I already checked my closet, and it's not there. While I do agree I have more clothes than you, I also know what I have and my shirt isn't among what's mine. Your closet is the next logical conclusion."

Realizing he had you there, you stubbornly clung to the idea that you didn't have his shirt. Your gaze swept over the walk-in that you'd claimed the day you two moved in. You were determined to prove him wrong and send him back to his own closet. Not one hanger or shelf was missed in your scrutiny, so certain you were in your knowledge.

It was only when your gaze landed on an out-of-place navy shirt that in fact looked familiar did you shift your weight. Studying it further, you could just make out the edges of the even more familiar shape and color of his shield emblazoned across the front.

Creeping forward, you kept an eye on Steve and his attention on the far wall of your closet.

"I'm telling you, my love, it's not in here."

And it wouldn't be in the next thirty seconds if you had your way.

Steve hummed, clearly still skeptical of your assertion.

It was just as well. As long as he kept his attention where it was, you could do this. You could be stealthy when you wanted to be, and right then, you really wanted to be.

You dared a glance in his direction when you neared the spot where his shirt hung. Your hands stretched the short distance towards it and even gripped the shirt. With his attention still diverted, you tugged gently at the shirt, pleased when it gave and dropped off the hanger.

Knowing you wouldn't have long, you turned to dash out of your closet.

You made it two steps and only two steps.

Strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you back into a solid and warm chest.

"What's that, sweetheart?"

"What's what?" you asked, deciding to play dumb even though you've been caught.

Steve's soft chuckle wasn't lost on you as it reverberated through you. "That shirt in your hands. It looks awfully familiar, ya know?"

"I don't know," you said, shrugging even as you held up the shirt to inspect it. "Looks like any other shirt you'd give out to your fans. Certainly doesn't look like anything that special."

"Oh, it's plenty special, sweetheart," Steve murmured close to your ear. His breath tickled across the exposed skin of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. Oh, he knew exactly what he was doing as he continued, "I got that shirt from someone very special to me. It's my favorite because they gave it to me."

"You must really care about them if you notice when this shirt isn't among your others."

The softest of kisses pressed against the space where your shoulder and neck met.

"They are the most precious part of my life."

He said the words so softly but so assuredly that your heart threatened to pound out of your chest. Your belly swooped while happy tears rushed to your eyes. Darn him for doing this to you every time.

Swallowing past the lump forming, you twisted so your eyes could meet. You managed a decent though mocked glare in his direction while you pushed the shirt into his hand still holding you close.

"You never play fair," you accused him though your voice lacked any real conviction.

Steve, without an ounce of remorse for eliciting such an emotional response from you, simply leaned in and pressed another sweet kiss to your lips. His nose rubbed against yours when he pulled away to say, "I play for keeps, sweetheart, and I mean to keep you as long as you'll let me."

"Even if I steal your clothes from time to time?"

"Especially because you steal my clothes," he countered, pressing another kiss to your lips.

He released you then, shaking out his shirt.

When you figured he would slip it over the tank he was wearing, he surprised you by raising the shirt and tugging it over your head and down your body. While you hurriedly pushed your arms through the sleeves, you caught the speculative gleam in his expression.

"I thought…"

Steve shook his head. "Nah, it looks better on you, sweetheart. Plus, I know you like wearing it when you've had a long day. I just wanted to have it ready for you when you got home. Unfortunately, you got home before I could find it."

This time, you rose up on tiptoes and wrapped yourself around him. Your lips founds his and didn't let him go until you both needed to pull back for some air.

"Do you know how much I love you?" you asked between breathy inhales.

Steve grinned. "Almost as much as I love you, sweetheart."

[grim-reapers-wife]

The Dress (Bakugou x Fem reader)

Summary: Going to a Hero Gala in a Bakugou inspired dress and surprising him.

Dress inspo↓↓↓

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"It's perfect!" I sit in the designers office looking at a sketch of the dress he wants to make me for the gala. "He's going to freak when he sees me." I giggle thinking about his reaction.

"I'm glad you like it Mrs. Bakugou. I'll need you to come in next week so my assistant can get your measurements, I'll have samples of fabric for you waiting."

I shake hands with him while my car is being pulled around. "Thank you for agreeing to make my dress. I'm sure you won't disappoint."

I drive home in Katsuki's (our) orange challenger, making sure I don't speed too much. It's the weekend so Katsuki is on call rather than being at the office or patrolling.

I walk into the house and hang my keys and bag up. "Baby?" I hear his voice call out. "It's me, love!" He meets me halfway before kissing the top of my head. "Hey mama. Where you been?"

"Just met up with the designer for my dress for the Hero Gala. You need to get an outfit ready too." He groans and rolls his eyes. "I'll just wear some suit, baby. I don't need nothing special."

"I don't think you mean that. Every event we've gone to, you've looked absolutely delicious. You'll find something." I give him a look that says try and disagree.

"Fine, I'll get with the designer." He grumbles something else that I can't understand. "Thank you, Suki." I kiss him on the cheek.

He smirks and grabs me. "Come 'ere, beautiful." I let out a scream before he kisses me.

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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓖𝓪𝓵𝓪...

It's the night of the Gala and I'm with the designer in my changing room. My dress fits like a glove. "God it's gorgeous!" He buttons the last of it up. "Well you look fabulous, darling." He fixes the small train in the back and hands me my gloves.

Flash flash flash

Cameras and interviewers are everywhere. Hero's are everywhere on the carpet talking and laughing while posing for pictures. My entrance down the grand staircase is coming up and I'm nervous.

I adjust my gloves once more and my designer fixes the dress before sending me out. "He's going to freak, darling. You look gorgeous." I nod at the designer before walking out and down the stairs.

"Over here! Mrs. Bakugou! Look here!"

Snap snap snap

Cameras flash all around me, getting all angles of the dress. I pose for a minute before walking forward. Katsuki turns from an interview and does a double take. "Excuse me." He says to the interviewer.

I watch his jaw drop.

"Baby, this is what you were plannin'?" I nod and smile. "You like?" "'Like' baby? God you're phenomenal." He takes my hand and spins me. "You mean the dress is phenomenal." I correct him. "No I mean you're phenomenal."

Flash flash flash

"Mr. & Mrs. Bakugou! Over here!" He takes me by the waist for a couple pictures. I smile at the cameras for a minute before turning to him. When I look up he's already looking at me. "Have you even been looking at the cameras?" I wrap my arms around his neck. "No, been too busy looking at my wife." He kisses me softly. "You look incredible. Like you're mine." He turns us back to the cameras but doesn't let go of me for the rest of the night.

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Note: I hope you enjoyed! I had a hard time picking which dress to choose but I figured if you didn't like it you could imagine a different dress. I hope you did like tho. Lmk if you have any feedback.

Ps: This is an old one I had saved.

[vanfleeter]

My Sailor

Characters: Jake Kiszka x Fem!reader Word count: 2k Warnings: Smut. Sex. Penetrative sex. Oral sex (f receiving). Fluff. So much tooth rotting fluff. Pregnancy. Angst. (as always, let me know if I missed anything so I can add it.) A/N: Difficulty sleeping results in 4am story writing. I hope you enjoy!

It was only supposed to be that one night. He made that clear. I agreed, because I didn't know him at all, just his name and the feel of his body against mine. He was a sailor, making a stop for a short time before continuing on his way.

I don't know why he chose me. I wasn’t one of those women at the port waiting for sailors to sleep with. We bumped into each other on the street. He caught me before I hit the ground, guiding me back up with his arm wrapped around my back. I could feel his body heat radiating through the half buttoned shirt. He smiled down at me, chuckling as he apologized for not paying attention to where he was going.

The sun was beginning to set, casting the warmest glow across his face. “I’m Jacob,” He told me, holding out his hand for me to shake.

“Y/N.” I told him, shaking his hand.

“Y/N…” He pondered on my name as if he were tasting a new bottle of wine. “Pretty.” He’d say with a smile.

He had asked if I was busy tonight. I could have lied and said ‘yes’, but something in his eyes made me tell him ‘no’. Something drew me to him, something I couldn't resist. I knew of the tales of sirens. Was he mine? At that moment though, I didn't care. He was leaving soon anyway. That’s what sailors do. I made the bold choice to invite him back to my place.

We had barely made it through the door before his lips were pressed against my neck, kissing and sucking. His lips were so soft and they felt so good. He was skilled at removing the few layers of clothing I had on. He knew his way around which indicated to me that he’s done something like more than once. I didn't care, he wasn't staying.

I laid there in bed, letting him roam my body with his lips and his hands touch me wherever he wanted. His hands weren't soft like his lips. They were tough and calloused. As expected. Though they were soft, they were gentle. He used them in a way that made me feel safe, comfortable. He never used them roughly, even though I told him he could. I saw the glimmer of mischief in his eyes but he rejected. Instead he continued treating me like I was the greatest prize he had ever won. A delicate one at that.

His name slipped from my tongue so easily as he brought me to the edge..twice. His lips were soft but his tongue was skillful. He never used his fingers, which was different from the other lovers I’ve been with. It didn't matter to me though, because he made up for it with other means.

He was still gentle as he entered me fully. He wasn’t large but he was definitely bigger than the others. I hated to compare him to them, but I couldn't help it. He was better and he definitely set the bar too high.

Once we both got adjusted and more acquainted with each other, he started thrusting his hips. Gentle at first until I told him that if he felt the need to, he could use a little more force. At first he hesitated but then he shrugged his shoulders and said, “Okay”. His hands went from gentle to slightly rough, holding me firmly in place as he pounded himself inside of me. He thoroughly enjoyed it, having found the perfect pace. I met my bliss before he did, swiftly pulling out and spilling all over my stomach.

He wasn't done. I could see it in his eyes. He wanted more.

The night was still young. So why not?

I asked him what he wanted to do next. His gaze traveled to the vanity. “As much as I enjoy fucking a woman from behind, I enjoy watching your face as I make you unravel.” He says it close to my face, sending shivers down my body. At that moment, I was glad I lived alone.

He positioned me the way he wanted me in front of the mirror, holding my hips in place. He got both things he enjoyed at the price of one. His hands wrapped around my hips once more as he pushed himself inside of me. I was already used to him so he didn't waste a second getting straight to it. Our eyes locked in the mirror for the duration until I could no longer keep my eyes focused. My vision blurred as my body gave in again to the intense wave of pleasure. I could feel his warmth spill on my back as he finished himself.

He wiped both of us clean with a cloth he found in the bathroom before settling into bed beside me. I had to keep reminding myself that he would be leaving in the morning. He very well could be gone before I even wake.

I wouldn't call it love, but there was definitely something there. I had a feeling he knew it too, because he kept his eyes focused on me as he massaged small circles with his thumb into the curve of my hip. It was as if he were trying to memorize my face.

By morning, I woke up feeling his body pressed up against my back. He hadn't left yet. He must have known that I was awake as his fingers curled into the skin of my hips and he pressed his lower half against my ass. I could feel him, hard and needy.

“Just once more..” He whispered in my ear.

I turned over to lay on my back. I agreed and I could see his eyes light up as a smile tugged at his lips. He didn't fuck me this time. He wasn't rough. Instead he took his time, slow and deliberate. As if he wanted to make this last. His kisses felt full of passion, the complete opposite of the lust last night. Truthfully I was accepting of it. Something inside of me longed for him to stay, though I knew he wouldn't–couldn't.

He had to leave and I had to accept that. So when he finally did, I walked him to the door and we bid our farewells. “I’ll see you soon.” He chose to say instead of ‘goodbye’. I watched him walk away, adjusting the burlap sack of his things on his shoulder. I watched him until he was gone from my line of sight and then I retreated back inside the house.

Six months had come and gone. I had a few lovers after him, but none of us were as good as he was and I found myself searching for that feeling, chasing it, but never finding it. But I knew I had to move on, yet the invisible string kept me tied to him.

It wasn’t until one morning, I was taking a stroll along the shoreline when I saw a figure standing off in the distance. I couldn't quite make out who it could have been until I got closer. That’s when I saw his hair, flowing freely as the ocean breeze blew past. He was turned away, his back to me as he watched the tide come in and go back out.

“I don’t know if this is real or if I’m imagining things.”

I could see his cheeks rise as he smiled. He turned to face me and his smile grew. “Y/N..” My name flowed so easily from his lips, as if it were honey.

“You came back?”

“I couldn't stay away.” He says. “I had finished my job and gone back home.. But all I could ever do was think of you.” He stuffed his hands into his pockets, casting his eyes down to the sand. “I thought it was a one time thing.. That’s all I wanted it to be.. But every woman I was with when I arrived back home,” He sighs. “None of them were you… I-I don’t know if you’ve been with other men, or currently are, but I understand if this feeling isn’t mutual..”

“I will be honest with you, Jacob,” I say as I take a step closer to him. “I have been with other men, just as you were with other women.. None of them were like you and I chased that feeling and I could never find it.”

“Which is why I came back and I don't intend on leaving.”

“Jacob, you have a home already.”

He shakes his head. “I’ve learned that my home is here. From the moment I met you all that time ago, my soul found its connection.. You.”

“But your family..”

“I can always write to them.” He says. “But if you’d allow me to, I’d want to make you my family.”

“You don’t know me..” I say. “What if, as you do get to know me, you decide that you do not love me?”

“Impossible.” He stepped up to me and reached his hand to hold the side of my face. “I may sound dramatic, but I will love you until my last dying breath.”

Again we never made it through the door before he was kissing me and tugging at the strings of my dress to untie them. We made love again, slow and deliberate, just as he had before he left prior.

He did in fact make his home here. He wrote to his family often, keeping them informed of his new life. We married a few months after he had come back. He was now my husband and I was his wife. Sure we had our shortcomings, we had arguments, but yet we still came back to each other as if none of it had happened.

A year after we had wed, I bore him a son. It was perfect timing because his family had arrived on a passenger ship for a visit. Turns out, they sold everything to join Jacob here. I knew he was missing his family, so I felt this was a blessing in disguise.

Our family grew from three to four within two years. Another son. Jacob was overjoyed having two boys to raise. They were his pride and joy. That is until our little girl came along just a year after our second son. He still cherished his sons, but there was something different between a father and his daughter. Their bond was unbreakable and she definitely had him wrapped around her finger.

Time went on but our love remained the same. The love making definitely remained the same. He made sure to make time where he’d send the kids off to his parents’ home for the night. He joked about getting me pregnant again. I knew it was a joke because we both agreed that three children was plenty. Still, he fucked me as if he were going to.

As years continued to pass by, and we grew older, our love still held firm. He went before me. I think he knew it was going to happen, so he spent that time constantly reminding me how much he loved me. He held me close in bed that one final time. “We won't be apart for long.” He whispered to me. I knew he was gone after that when I spoke his name and he didn't respond. He looked so peaceful. It was at that moment that I was transported back in time to when we first met.

My time came shortly after. I knew it had because suddenly I wasn’t old anymore and I felt youthful again. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself standing on a beach somewhere, feeling the warmth and the peace. His voice called out to me and I couldn't fight the smile that spread across my face. I turned around and there he stood, looking as he did at his young age. He laughed when I barrelled into him, hugging him tightly.

“I told you we wouldn't be apart for long,” He said before kissing me. “Now come on, there’s so much to show you. I think you’ll love it here.”

And with that, he connected our hands and we walked off into what would become our happily ever after.

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[redheartedtramp]

Scene: *It's Valentine's Day. Yang cracks her knuckles and huffs as she sits down next to Neptune.*

Neptune: Look, I swear I threw them out!

Yang: I know. I saw you.

Neptune: I don't even know why I'm getting this many cards. I don't get...any Valentines.

Yang: Sure you don't.

Neptune: I am sure I don't!

Sun: He's telling the truth. He only got one last year. From his mom.

Yang: ...*snorts & cracks a smile* That's weak.

Neptune: Bro!

Sun: I'm sorry Bro! But I can't let you fumble the funny blonde one!

Weiss: Isn't it obvious? Neptune's a vetted man now.

Yang: ...What?

Weiss: Look, Yang, it's basic human psychology. When men see a women taken, their natural instinct is to back off; the woman has been claimed and fighting for her isn't worth it for most men. But women, when they see a man taken, it's proven that this man is at least decent. Their instincts tell them that this man is viable, and they try to steal him from their mate.

Yang: Weiss, that is a bunch of red pill garbage!

Ren: I agree with Yang. I have been together with Nora for years and I do not see this uptick in attention from women.

Nora: As far as you know.

Ren: ...Nora, what does that mean?

Nora: I gotta protect what's mine, Renny.

[adhd-riddled-crow]

✨️ OH, IT'S WIP WEDNESDAY TIME ✨️

I was tagged by my darling friend in this weird ass world @alystrin03 <3

Tagging the only other people i know who are crazier [said with love] than I am @dragonagegayz @whispersleo

Let's continue with Mahanon's stress induced angst, shall we? Don't worry, Dorian's here to bodydouble and comfort our poor elf in his time of need. As he should 💚✨️

“You're overthinking again.” Dorian was sitting at Mahanon's desk in his quarters, purely for the purpose of being there as his partner packs for their trip to Wycome.  “I know my mother. I have every right to overthink.” The elf said with a sigh, “I just want her to have a good childhood. One where she feels loved by those around her. And one where she doest feel ostracised for being different from the others. A childhood unlike mine…” his hands stop refolding Ashwin's blanket for the umpteenth time and come up to hold his biceps, his long fingers squeezing at his bare skin. “This is a bad idea. Perhaps we should wait until she's older. Or- or we could call this off entirely. I could send a letter to Fíadh telling her that something came up and I was needed elsewhere… yeah that could work.” His fingers squeezed tighter around his arms, his nails digging crescent moon shapes into his skin, as he continued to spiral.  “Or– and hear me out here– we could go so that you can see your siblings. I know you haven't talked about them much, amatus, but I can tell from Fíadh’s letters alone that they miss you just as much as you do. If not more,” Dorian had come up behind him somewhen during his tirade. Hugging him from behind, the mage rests his chin atop Mahanon's shoulder and places a kiss to his right cheek. “Even if your mother doesn't entirely approve of us as a whole, what matters most is that they do.” Mahanon fidgets with his hair and lets out a saddened chuckle, “How did I get someone like you in my life?” “I should be the one asking you that question. A handsome man such as yourself? I'm the lucky one here.” “I'm not that handsome. I'm far too pretty to be handsome.” “And who said you couldn't be both?” Mahanon turns around and leaves Dorian's embrace at that, his hands on his hips and an eyebrow arched in challenge. “And if that's true, tell me. Name one thing that amounts to either of those words.” “Alright, for one I adore those beautiful bright blue eyes of yours, I could lose myself in them for hours. Second, you cut one handsome figure, darling, and I simply cannot get enough. Third, your hair is stunning and I think you should wear it like this more often. When you drape it over your shoulder I get a perfect view of that delicious neck of yours. I could keep going, but I think you've heard enough, for now, amatus.”  Mahanon was just standing there now, his hands running along his braid as he sports a deep blush. Dorian however was sporting a knowing, yet adoring, smirk. “Others may have said in the past that you ‘didn't deserve’ or that ‘you'd never be worthy’ of anything. But they couldn't have been more wrong, Mahanon. Your mother couldn't be more wrong. And if he weren't actively busy currently,  Cullen would agree with me too.” The elf opens his mouth to protest but nothing comes out, only a quiet whimper as tears well up in his eyes. The tears kept flowing down his cheeks, like an endless stream of emotions bubbling over the edge. His eyes an overflowing sink, his tears the tap that won't stop running. Why won't it stop? “W- why won't it stop?” He rasps, his emotions running high enough that they were affecting him more than usual. “Oh sweetheart.” Dorian coos. Mahanon falls to the floor, his seemingly never-ending tears still flowing.

[honorhearted]

"Well...if I were a hostage, you would still have to feed, clothe, and care for me," Benjamin pointed out. "The gentlemen's conduct in warfare is essential to maintain, even in times of..." Here, his nose wrinkled. "Er...whatever these times are, exactly."

Catching her gaze, he realized she was likely joking -- why did he need to make everything so bloody serious? -- and clearing his throat, he amended, "Of course, you also aren't a gentleman, so I imagine said rules need not apply."

Jayden, mercifully, remained unruffled by his observations. “A lot has changed between your time and mine. I know this is a lot to take in,” she reassured.

Unbidden, Benjamin snorted. "An understatement...but astute, nevertheless," he agreed. "I feel that the only true way to learn is to just do...because it's unlikely I'll realized everything has changed for certain, until I make an attempt with my natural routine."

Her description of being too blunt and uncomfortably independent earned Jayden a small smile. "I don't really mind," Benjamin promised. "Or at least...I'm starting to not mind. I suppose it just takes some getting used to." The slow, metronome-like movement of her thumb circling his palm made his eyes flutter with unexpected drowsiness -- even after sleeping, he was still so drained -- and with his posture relaxing, he offered, "One of my best and dearest friends is a bit like you. She speaks her mind, even when we don't request it." Chuckling, he shrugged. "I rather prefer women spirited. Otherwise, I can never be challenged...and that's a dangerous position to be in."

Run a bath?

Despite not fully understanding, Benjamin nodded at the strange phrasing. "We used to draw baths," he murmured. "Do you no longer have to fetch water from wells and bodies of water? Because if you do need to do this, I would entreat you to let me do all the heavy lifting."

Jayden rose from the couch, her fingers gently cleaving from his own. Benjamin grew embarrassed by the emptiness that followed.

Attempting to regather his focus, he nodded along at her list, though his brow remained furrowed. "I...only understood about half of that," he confessed. "I'm also unsure of what 'stress cooking' entails, but my mother once told me that all food should be made with love and care. But then again, she never ended up with a stranger torn through a time rift."

“See, already less of a hostage and more of an unexpected guest.” She pointed out, keeping in line with being the calming one. If this was how her sister was all the time, then she owed Beth an apology in the future. Being the rational and reasonable role for the first time in four years was rather a strange feeling. Turning to face the now wet lit city skyline, choosing to ignore the urge to point out him blushing state. 

“A lot has changed between your time and mine. I know this is a lot to take in.” She said, letting him lead the conversation. Giving him a power that he lacked the previous night. Being able to control the course of conversation. She did smile at his implication on her behavior. She was certain that he was very put off by how she acted. Then again she could hardly blame him. More amused by the fact that it startled him to be offended by it. 

“I get that a lot actually. Even now I am told that I am either too blunt or... uncomfortably independent” She said with a small smile. It was the nice way to say that she has been accused of a bitchy attitude for most of her life. Less so now after she had changed careers. Her hand squeezing his fingers once again to silently tell him she was not offended in the slightest. Without a though behind it, her tumb started to slowly strace a circle into the backs of his fingers. 

The snort drew her attention back to him. A quirk of her scared brow and she broke into a chuckle as well. She supposed that he had a point there. But even so, any sign of humor was a good one. It meant that he was at least able to start coming to terms with the last 12 hours. When he asked about cleaning up, she nodded along. 

“I can run a bath for you. And when you are done with that and changed, you can have a pick at what is left of the stress cooking that I did this morning.” She said standing, letting his fingers slide from her on the way. SHe started planning on how to pack up from the miniature buffet that she left spread out on the dining table. “Breakfast is still on the table. THe spread is a variety of waffles, pancakes, bagels, fresh baked breads, fruits, yogurts, jams, bacon, sausage links and patties, eggs in various styles.” 

“It’s a lot of food I know, but that is what happens when I am overwhelmed.”

[frosted-woods]

autumn time to be gay and totally fine and not miserable at all

[meep-meep-richie]

'' good to see you, wee man.''

[emotionlcss]

gavin knew that at some point they would end up talking about it, his life outside of work, and hers too, but for right now he was okay with pretending like nothing else was happening. like the two of them could live in this little fantasy world where it was just the two of them. ❝ you're already missing it? can't have you upset, what kind of guy would i be if i let that happen? ❞ he questioned, a hand moving down to her leg as he lifted and wrapped it around his waist, only making it that much easier to slide right back into her. feeling how she flexed around his cock, stretched just enough to hold him tight, but there was an ease to his motions. the more she spoke the wider the smile on his features got, happy to take her home tonight, and every night for that matter. ❝ baby, if i called you a car, i'd be riding with you, but you'd be riding me. ❞ he chuckled before pressing his lips to hers, smiling against them before he pulled back to speak again. ❝ but we'll have to save that for another time. ❞ as he hadn't wanted to leave his car here overnight.

❝ mm, being inside you all night long? couldn't have said it better myself. but if you come to my house we're gonna have to set some rules. first and foremost, no clothes. don't want you wearing anything at all. ❞ gavin spoke, his hips slowly rocking into the girl, just to keep her attention as he grinned. of course he'd adhear to the rule too if she wanted him to, but mostly he was thinking about getting to see her whenever he'd wanted. ❝ secondly, you'll be agreeing that you're all mine, the second you step foot into my place you're giving yourself over to me entirely. so if you want an out, you better take it right now. ❞ but something told him that she wasn't going to go along with that. ❝ that's it, only two rules - at least for now. unless you've got anything to add, then i could be open to hearing them. ❞ 

Her breath hitched when he turned her around to face him, her back against the desk, legs still weak beneath her. She was blissed out, glowing, lips swollen from his kiss, his claim on her still dripping down her thighs. And despite everything, because of everything, she felt electrified. The mention of his wife had been more instinct than anything else, a little flare of conscience that she barely recognized in herself anymore. But now, looking at him, flushed and still hard despite what they'd just done, she didn't feel guilt anymore. She felt wanted. Her lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile as she tilted her chin toward him. "Not home, not in the country, barely in your life… Sounds like she won't be missing much tonight,” she murmured, voice low and teasing, fingers playing at the hem of his shirt that he never took off. "But me? I'm already missing the way you feel inside me." Holly reached for Gavin's hand, threading her fingers through his. She still needed that grounding, but it wasn't from nerves. It was the intimacy of it. The intensity. "Then let me come with you," she whispered. "Let me sleep in your bed, in your arms, with you still inside me." Her tone shifted into something sultrier, softer. "If I'm already ruined, I want it to be by you. Over and over again." Then, after a beat, she leaned up to press a kiss to his jaw, her lips lingering behind. "But you better mean it when you say I'm yours," she added, voice velvet-smooth, but still firm. "Because if I give you everything, I'm not doing it halfway." Her smirk returned, smug and thoroughly wrecked. "And don't even think about calling me a car unless you plan on riding in it with me."

[andorerso]

Rogue One + zodiac signs

[queerofthedagger]

the thing is you can have the nicest dude as a coworker who'll agree that you're gonna handle your boss in a way that means you both get to do the specialised and paid for degree for a promotion, but when it comes down to it you'll still have to walk into the damn meeting and make sure yourself that you won't get sidelined. it does not matter how progressive your workspace or how nice and chill your boss

anyway guess who's going back to school at the end of the year, at the cost of my employer, to eventually become head of their department. and guess who made sure to get that in writing because fuck that shit. respectfully 😌💅

[seoperior]

23.5) ONE SENTENCE FOR THE PERSON NEXT TO YOU.

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[sideprince]

Thank you! Thank you for bringing up a really interesting point and idea, and thank you for reading my reblog and giving it both thought and a respectful reply. This is literally all I was trying to get at.

Re: bravery - I agree, it's a spectrum, though I have a different perspective on what that looks like. I don't think there's a need to qualify bravery as good or bad, better or worse, as OP did. Like you said, different situations and factors matter. But I disagree that raising a child is merely hard and therefore doesn't require bravery, and instead think that it requires a different kind of bravery than, say, what Harry or Snape faced. The stakes are lower when it comes to being in immediate danger or the number of people an individual's actions will affect, but there's also a long-term commitment that requires a lot of emotional and physical work and dedication and compensating for an irreplaceable loss (and we see that both Harry and Neville, despite their wildly different support systems and degree of love given as children, both bear the scars of growing up without their parents).

To draw a parallel, I have chronic illness, and people sometimes say "oh you're so brave, going through all that" and I think, "no I'm not, it's just hard." A friend of mine has a similar illness. When they contracted the condition that caused it, they knew what they were facing - a long, hard road full of pain, anxiety, and difficulty. But they didn't cry or fall apart, they faced it with grace and, frankly, bravery. I don't know if I see that in myself, but I know that this is hard, and they knew exactly what they had no choice but to go through, and still faced it. They were facing difficulty, but not imminent danger, but nevertheless I can't imagine describing their attitude without the word "brave." Similarly, choosing to raise a child alone isn't just hard, it requires the kind of bravery that knowingly walking into long-term hardship with your head held high requires. I think the second we choose to focus on qualifying bravery instead of examining it in its own context, we diminish that which falls on the lower end of the spectrum, and do so needlessly. Again, I think it's possible to appreciate one thing without diminishing another. Regulus was brave in a way Snape or Harry never had to be, because their situations were different; was the outcome more or less helpful or impactful? Are we looking at it through the lens of lives saved or which character had to push through more personal fear or who suffered more or less and what do we mean by suffering ie. physical or emotional or are we looking at it from the perspective of who was alone and who had support or who had more or less to lose or... etc. That's how I see the spectrum, but not as one where it's possible to assign more or less objective value to someone's bravery, because there are inevitably multiple subjective angles to view it from.

Re: relativism - I wasn't clear with my meaning, and that's on me. When I said "It's not possible to truly value a character or the merit of their actions if it's in the context of relativism," what I meant was that there's no value in appreciating the actions, in this case bravery, of one character, if doing so is for the sake of diminishing another. Ie. it's not doing a character like Regulus any favors to discuss his bravery, if it's only for the sake of the argument that as a result, Snape's bravery was peanuts. Since OP was discussing characters and their value, I was addressing this perspective specifically - that I don't think you can value a character's traits or actions if it's not for their own sake, but for the sake of diminishing another character's. But in terms of the relativism you're discussing, ie. that bravery is a spectrum, yes I agree but (see above lol).

Re: arguing - I love a good debate as much as the next person (just ask @pet-genius), and I feel like that's what's happening here and what you're talking about. That's not the same as arguing, in my opinion. A debate is an exchange of ideas, and sure it can get heated if we're passionate about those ideas, but ultimately it's fueled by curiosity and focused on exploring perspectives, outcomes, etc. An argument, on the other hand, is about asserting that one perspective is correct and another isn't. It has no curiosity, and is more about digging heels in, proving a point, and feeling like one side is right and the other is wrong. A debate involves listening; an argument refuses to.

What OP did was deliberately start an argument - whether or not that was their actual intention, their language and tone conveyed that it was. Their assertion was phrased as deliberately incendiary and I can literally pinpoint where in your response you get agitated, angry, and frustrated, and you even address them directly and insult their intelligence, making it personal. I'm not trying to point a finger, don't get me wrong! I understand having that response. I'm just trying to explain why I said what I did in my reblog. OP put out the bait and it looks like you took it and got angry, and although most of your response is engaging in debate, parts of it reflect anger and a personal beef, culminating in finger pointing ("you people") and placing yourself on the opposite side in an argumentative way, instead of concluding the points you were making the paragraphs that focused more on a debate based approach.

Can you honestly say that the anger and frustration that went into that response didn't affect you? Like I said, I love a good debate, and there would be plenty of room for one if OP had simply chosen to end their post after their point about Narcissa. But the moment they made it about saying, "but sure... Snape is bravest Slytherin ever" they picked a fight unnecessarily. They could have phrased it as a contrast to what Snape faced and what choices he made, but instead they chose to qualify and devalue his character in a way that was both needless and incendiary. Can you honestly tell me you enjoy that kind of argument and don't walk away from it frustrated and seething? Would you rather spend time in fandom shouting about whose blorbo is "better" by whatever arbitrary standard each side comes up with to prove they're right and the other side is wrong, or would you rather have a debate about the meaning and impact of bravery and how various characters are affected by it? Would you rather argue and feel frustrated that someone's being a jerk, or debate and feel heard and hear others and respectfully disagree at worst?

Regulus ‘Sacrificed my life so that one day the dark lord may be weakened enough to be defeated’ black

Andromeda ‘Defied my family to marry the love of my life and had a daughter, resulting in both of them dying in the war, only for me to step up and look after my grandson’ tonks

Narcissa ‘Lied to the most dangerous man’s face just to protect my son, leading to the death of said dangerous man’ Malfoy

But sure..

Severus ‘bullied a kid because he has the girl who never loved me’s eyes’ Snape

is the bravest slytherin ever

[thelassoway]

Social Conditioned ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[sauronedhel]

I totally agree with you, he can't understand this kind of sacrifice because HE would never do that! I don't even think that he loves himself too much because I am not convinced that Sauron loves himself, but all he ever did was for himself, so the notion of self-sacrifice probably seems absurd to him...

..in my head that's why he initially falls too! He is greedy for power & sees Melkor as the most powerful Vala, hence is willing to sacrifice goodness & paradise to gain power by being on his side..

I never thought there could be another reason, though I guess many Angbang shippers would disagree with me, which would of course be their right! ;) And it is another reason why I have trouble thinking of Sauron as "a follower": when I read the Silm, I don't see Sauron as someone who only takes his master's orders. Melkor gave him much power; he has his own fortress, his own army... When he got a chance to capture Luthien, the only thing he had in mind was the reward Melkor would give him: more power, probably? I don't think he ever aspired to overthrow Melkor, but he definitely saw himself as his legitimate successor, the prologue of season 2 showed that... We also know from what he told Celebrimbor that he was frustrated with Melkor's taste for destruction: he always thought that if he were in his place, he would do it better!

Right now, my headcanon is that he made Galadriel the same proposal that Melkor did to him: "give me your light and I will give you power", but he intended to be Melkor in this scenario, as he did not tell her "I will give you as much power as I have"... He knew Galadriel had feelings for him (and possibly, he had feelings for her too? I don't see why not...), so he offered her to be a queen while he would be her king, instead of a lieutenant/God-king relationship. But as much as I respect every other opinion, it is not mine that he saw this relationship as equal, let alone that he would have given Galadriel all his power to make her a new Morgoth...

It is an opinion based on my perception of Sauron as he was described in the books, though, and I hope it doesn't sound like I dismiss opposite opinions, or claim my headcanon to be a fact! I can see how things can easily be interpreted in the wrong way in this fandom :)

And I think ROP represents his greed for power in a great way by showing him steal the King's Sigil from Diarmid, something that will ensure him to be seen as more important than a regular guy & open doors for him to attain more power, exactly like it did!

Yes! If he really wanted everyone he met to believe he was "just a man", he had no reason to take the pouch... I also noticed in a rewatch that he 'hid' his pouch when Galadriel looked at him, meaning he knew what it represented! I think he wanted to draw Galadriel's attention to it, while pretending he did not want her to see... Clever guy ;)

One thing that stayed with me after watching season 2 is how heavily Sauron's plan relied on Galadriel and Celebrimbor's pride... He expected Galadriel to keep his identify a secret out of shame, but what if he had been wrong? What if she had told Celebrimbor and Elrond he was Sauron, what then? Same for Celebrimbor: Sauron spent enough time with him to assume that Celebrimbor would be upset if he felt excluded by Gil Galad and Galadriel, but he had no certainty that Celebrimbor would let him in... And he needed his trust to play the card of the Valar emissary, otherwise it would have probably not worked that well...

I wondered lately if Sauron was more a chess player, or a poker player... with Adar, it felt more like chess: he put his pieces in place and waited for Adar to fall into the trap he prepared for him. But with Galadriel and Celebrimbor, it looked more like he gambled and relied much on the knowledge he had on them, as a poker player does! He knew them both very well and could easily predict how they would react to the situations they put him through, but still, there was a tiny chance for them to surprise him by acting differently... I wonder if he had a backup plan then?

[daddy-ul]

Apparently, I am that kind of fan, bc when Lars was taking any changing set lists and that woman asked for Clover on her show, Lars answered that Clover is not such a deep cut anymore and

Discaimer under the cut if you feel offended

No, I'm not making fun of you, I am making fun of US djskkdmkxcv

And yes, the last button is for the confused and mr. Ulrich.

Sorry for the typos, btw.