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☽ ✧ ☾ AARON TAYLOR-JOHNSON ☽ ✧ ☾
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Pietro Maximoff (MCU/Avengers)
Loud Mind
Worries
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☽ ✧ ☾ MICHAEL FASSBANDER ☽ ✧ ☾
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Mad Love
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David 8 (Alien)
Mechanical Tenderness
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Erik Lehnsherr/Magneto (X-Men/FOX)
First morning
Iron Will vs. Biology (Implied Cherik but still Erik x Reader Focus.)
What are we?
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Martian - Brandon Colby (The Agency - Paramount+)
Brandon Martian x Reader - Drabble 01
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☽ ✧ ☾ NICHOLAS HOULT ☽ ✧ ☾
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Hank McCoy (X-Men/FOX)
Headcanons for Hank x Sister!Reader Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3
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☽ ✧ ☾ TOM HIDDLESTON ☽ ✧ ☾
Back Home
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Loki (MCU/Disney+)
Family Problems
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☽ ✧ ☾ RANDOM ☽ ✧ ☾
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Imagine Love (Inspired by Collateral Beauty.)
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☽ ✧ ☾ Português ☽ ✧ ☾
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Michael Fassbender
Uma Pausa Na Maratona
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Pietro Maximoff (MCU/Avengers)
Demissão (Pietro’s P.O.V.)
Worries
☽ ✧ ☾ MASTER TAGLIST ☽ ✧ ☾
This includes all the imagines/fanfics posted here, not just mine. To be honest, this list is here to make my life easier when I want to reread something I have reblogged.
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Adam (OLLA)
Arthur Pendregon (BBC Merlin)
Bucky Barnes (Winter Soldier/MCU)
Charles Xavier
Draco Malfoy
David 8 (Allien)
Erik Lehnsher/Magneto
Fox Mulder (X-Files)
Glorfindel
Gwaine (BBC Merlin)
Haldir
Hank McCoy (X-Men)
James T. Kirk (Star Trek)
John Wick
Legolas Greenleaf
Logan
Loki
Merlin (BBC Merlin)
Michael Fassbender
Natasha Romanoff
Newt Scamander
Peter Maximoff (X-Men/FOX)
Pietro Maximoff (MCU)
Q/Quartermaster (007)
Silmarillion
Steve McGarrett
Tom Hiddleston
Wade Wilson/Deadpool
SOS Writers
☽ ✧ ☾ LAYOUT’S CREDITS ☽ ✧ ☾
Theme By: Liriadas Themes
Original art from the background by the talented Tayler Amato.
SPACE DIVIDERS by Enchanthings
"If I don't reply by tomorrow, then consider me dead."
It's been two years since you got that message, and you haven't seen them since.
Suddenly, your phone lights up: "Sorry, that took longer than I thought."
➸ “This is a sentence with a dialogue tag at the end,” she said.
➸ “This,” he said, “is a sentence split by a dialogue tag.”
➸ “This is a sentence,” she said. “This is a new sentence. New sentences are capitalized.”
➸ “This is a sentence followed by an action.” He stood. “They are separate sentences because he did not speak by standing.”
➸ She said, “Use a comma to introduce dialogue. The quote is capitalized when the dialogue tag is at the beginning.”
➸ “Use a comma when a dialogue tag follows a quote,” he said.
“Unless there is a question mark?” she asked.
“Or an exclamation point!” he answered. “The dialogue tag still remains uncapitalized because it’s not truly the end of the sentence.”
➸ “Periods and commas should be inside closing quotations.”
➸ “Hey!” she shouted, “Sometimes exclamation points are inside quotations.”
However, if it’s not dialogue exclamation points can also be “outside”!
➸ “Does this apply to question marks too?” he asked.
If it’s not dialogue, can question marks be “outside”? (Yes, they can.)
➸ “This applies to dashes too. Inside quotations dashes typically express—“
“Interruption” — but there are situations dashes may be outside.
➸ “You’ll notice that exclamation marks, question marks, and dashes do not have a comma after them. Ellipses don’t have a comma after them either…” she said.
➸ “My teacher said, ‘Use single quotation marks when quoting within dialogue.’”
➸ “Use paragraph breaks to indicate a new speaker,” he said.
“The readers will know it’s someone else speaking.”
➸ “If it’s the same speaker but different paragraph, keep the closing quotation off.
“This shows it’s the same character continuing to speak.”
Summary: Tucked away in the quiet heart of a garden maze, they find each other not just in the afterglow of shared desire, but in something deeper. Wrapped in warmth and whispered truths, Erik and Lizzie navigate the quiet between moments—the kind where emotions speak louder than words. In this stillness, they begin to name the thing growing between them: trust, affection, maybe even love. A soft exploration of vulnerability, connection, and the comfort found in being seen.
Word count: 1373
Warning: Fluff, Cuddling, Pillowtalk, emotional and physical intimacy (non-explict) more like post-sex aftercare, NOT SMUT!
She held onto him as their movements gave way to tired breaths, their bodies pressed close as they recovered from their intimate moment. Though weak, she felt utterly delighted. In their "secret place"—hidden within the garden's maze of plants—they lay wrapped in a soft blanket after being together. The thin layer of sweat covering them felt warm and intimate, and she didn't want to move or separate herself from him.
Then it hit her directly—the realization that she was falling for him, the feeling that she never wanted to be away from him again.
She ran her fingers through his hair, hiding her face in the crook of his neck, drinking in his scent and slightly salty taste.
"My Erik," she whispered between breaths.
He held her close, his arms tight around her as he buried his face in her hair, feeling its softness against his skin. He sensed the change in her – in the way she held him, in how she'd whispered his name.
"My darling," he murmured the words like a prayer, a declaration of devotion. He didn't need to say more; she could feel the truth in his touch, in how he held her like something precious to be treasured.
He held her like that for a time, basking in the comfort of her presence. His hand drifted softly through her hair, his body relaxed. She fit perfectly in his arms, as if made for him, and he never wanted to let go. Then, in the quiet, he spoke:
"Can I ask you something?"
She lifted her face to glance into his eyes. "At this point, I think you can ask whatever you want," she whispered, caressing his face.
He smiled at her, his eyes softening as he leaned into her touch, his hand still holding her against him, as if he couldn't bear to stop touching her. He took a deep breath, his heart hammering against his chest.
"What are we?" The words came out soft and uncertain, something vulnerable and unguarded in his tone.
The question caught her by surprise, and she paused to gather her thoughts. "I haven't really thought that far ahead… I've been a bit distracted." She bit her lower lip. "You can call it whatever you want, as long as we stay together like this."
After a few seconds, she whispered, almost under her breath, "I've fallen for you, Erik."
His heart skipped a beat, her words igniting a fire deep within him. He knew it wasn't just desire between them, not anymore.
"I've fallen for you too, darling. But I want more than just being yours. I want to be the one to hold you, to protect you, to cherish you." He said, holding her gaze in his, his voice rough with sincerity and vulnerability.
"I would love that," she smiled. "Considering this, what are we?" she asked back.
He smiled, feeling a wave of affection wash over him. He had never felt so vulnerable, yet so secure in his life before. He took a deep breath before replying.
"We are... partners."
He said, the word feeling right once it left his lips. Simple, but precise. They were equals, in every way, and he wanted nothing more than to love and cherish her.
"Partners," she tried the word. "Sounds right to me."
He nodded, his smile growing wider. The word "partners" was simple, but powerful. It signified a bond beyond just desire—a partnership of mutual support, trust, and love.
"Good. Partners it is then."
He murmured, his eyes filled with warmth and affection, the corners of his lips curved into a small, pleased smile.
She moved a little to find a comfortable position, then snuggled back into him. She felt like a bird in this exotic nest in the middle of the maze of plants. The night was semi-silent, with just a light breeze rustling the leaves, and beneath that, the beating of their two hearts. She felt lucky and protected.
He held her close, his arms wrapped around her like a protective shield, his cheek resting against her hair. He could feel her body relax against his, her breathing evening out. He closed his eyes, his mind replaying everything that had just happened between them.
"You're so beautiful, darling." He murmured softly, his voice barely above a whisper, his fingers gently tracing mindless patterns over her back, his touch almost reverent.
She curled into him, their bodies still warm from everything that had passed between them, the weight of it sinking into her chest like something sacred. His arms enveloped her, firm and certain, as if holding something precious he never intended to release. And perhaps he was.
Her cheek rested against his chest, right over the steady thrum of his heart. That rhythm calmed her more than anything else could. Her fingers traced across his ribs, mapping skin and scars she was only beginning to know. He felt solid. Real. And, for once, completely hers.
When he whispered to her—"You're so beautiful, darling"—the words settled deep within her. Not just for their meaning, but for how he spoke them: like an undeniable truth, like a sacred vow.
She closed her eyes, breathing him in. So much remained unknown—what this meant, where they were heading, what they were becoming. His earlier question: what were they? She hadn't found an easy answer. Not because she didn't feel it; God, she felt everything. But naming it made it real. Made it dangerous.
Still, when he'd said partner, and she'd echoed it, it had felt right. Like claiming territory neither had dared explore before.
Now, lying together on the futon in the heart of that strange labyrinth, the world had narrowed to just this: breath and skin and the quiet thud of two hearts finding their shared rhythm.
She shifted just enough to meet his eyes, one hand reaching up to brush a lock of hair from his brow. "I don't know what this will look like tomorrow," she whispered. "But right now... this is exactly where I want to be."
Erik felt something stir deep within him at her words, something primal and fiercely protective. In this moment, holding her in his arms was enough, tomorrow's uncertainties be damned.
"I don't know either, darling." He admitted, his voice soft and gentle, his eyes locked on hers. "But I do know this... I don't want to be anywhere else but here, with you."
His words wrapped around her like a second embrace — quiet, certain, and impossibly sincere. Y/N felt her throat tighten, emotion blooming in her chest until it nearly ached. Here, with you. There was something so simple and grounding in that. No promises they couldn't keep. No illusions. Just now. Just this.
She gave a soft, almost shy smile, her fingers curling lightly around the edge of the blanket that half-covered them. She rarely allowed herself to feel this safe, not even in stillness. But with Erik, it was different. The silence between them wasn't empty. It was warm. Trusting. Full.
As she watched his face—strong and unreadable to most, but open to her now—she couldn't help the quiet laugh that escaped her.
"I don't think either of us saw this coming," she whispered, resting her forehead against his. "You going back to the mansion... I figured it'd be tense. Complicated." She smirked playfully. "Which, to be fair, it still is."
He huffed a quiet laugh, and she felt it in her chest where they touched.
"But you and me?" she continued, her voice softening. "That part was a surprise. A good one."
She tilted her head just enough to kiss his cheek, slow and tender, before pulling back to look at him, her eyes full of something she couldn't yet name.
"Maybe even the best kind."
She didn't say it aloud, but she was thinking it: What were the odds? Of all the places, all the people, all the broken paths... he'd find something gentle again. And so would she.
And here they were. In the middle of a labyrinth. Wrapped in each other.
The last place she expected to feel found. And yet, where she was most grateful and happy to be.
A/N: Maybe this was a little out of character, a little too soft Erik? (Let me know, Please?), but I couldn't get the scene out of my head until it was written. So I hope you enjoyed it anyway.
I made these as a way to compile all the geographical vocabulary that I thought was useful and interesting for writers. Some descriptors share categories, and some are simplified, but for the most part everything is in its proper place. Not all the words are as useable as others, and some might take tricky wording to pull off, but I hope these prove useful to all you writers out there!
An unfortunate coincidence; Your boyfriend, Tom, runs into her ex, a woman you cannot stand because she hurt him deeply and was very problematic, and yet he’s all smiles while talking to her. Tom never notices that you’re nearby and end up leaving, unable to deal with it. Hurt by the thought of him not being over her, you pay your own problematic ex, Michael, a visit. The two of you had a very unhealthy relationship but somehow still love each other, so when you tell him what happened with Tom, he manipulates you to sleep with him, saying that your new boyfriend will never love you like he does.
I don’t understand why people who cannot accept any moral grayness or complexity decide to join fandoms for the most emotionally complex stories and then try to shame everyone there who actually is able to understand the material.
Required Reading: A Prometheus Fanfic You Can't Miss
I'm absolutely loving this Prometheus fanfic, and I just can't get enough! The author's writing is incredible, and the way they've woven together the characters and storyline is pure magic. What really stands out to me is the way the author has fleshed out the secondary characters and added depth to the crew's experiences. And let's not forget the amazing portrayal of David's emotional landscape - it's like the author has gotten inside his head and is sharing his innermost thoughts with us. If you're a fan of Prometheus, David, or just great storytelling in general, you need to check this out!
I'm talk about: Your Heart Pulling Against Mine from @muscari-midala
Basically, that David x Reader fic set during the events of Prometheus and follows your journey as a botanist on board the ship. As you navigate the dangers of the alien world, you find comfort in David's company. This story expertly expands on the film's narrative, breathing new life into secondary characters and pivotal scenes. With a focus on David's emotional nuances and his complicated paternal relationships, this fic invites you to delve deeper into the Alien universe and explore the intricacies of human-android connections.
She crossposted the work on Ao3 too LINK HERE
the most annoying stage of burnout is when i want to write, and i have the urge to write, and somewhere in my skull are the words that want to be written, but they have to get through the cursed minotaur maze first and nobody remembered to bring string
Headcanons for: Hank McCoy x Sister!Header (Part 3)
Yeah, i kinda overwork on that list, so let dive in part 3
Hank has an incredible memory and loves sharing stories about your family’s history. He’ll tell you about your parents, your grandparents, and even distant relatives you’ve never met.
He’s also the keeper of family traditions, whether it’s a special recipe, a holiday ritual, or a silly inside joke.
If you ever feel disconnected from your roots, Hank is there to remind you of where you came from and who you are.
If you’ve been away from home for a while, and the homesickness is hitting hard. Hank senses your melancholy and surprises you with a visit.
He brings a box of old family photos and mementos, and the two of you spend the evening reminiscing about your childhood. Hank’s laughter is infectious, and soon you’re both in stitches over silly memories.
Before he leaves, he gives you a framed photo of the two of you as kids. “No matter where you are, little sister, you’re never far from home. I’m always here for you.”
If You’re in college for exemple and had a terrible semester, overwhelmed with exams, deadlines, and the pressure to perform he'll supriese you. One night, you call Hank in a panic, convinced you’re going to fail everything. Hank immediately drives to your campus, bringing a care package filled with your favorite snacks, books, and a handwritten note that says, “You’ve got this.”
He helps you organize your study schedule, quizzing you on topics and explaining complex concepts in a way that finally makes sense. His calm demeanor helps you feel grounded.
Before he leaves, he gives you a pep talk. “Education isn’t about perfection—it’s about growth. And you, my dear sister, are growing beautifully.”
Above all, Hank is your lifelong friend. He’s someone you can always count on, no matter what.
He’s there for the big moments—graduations, birthdays, milestones—but also the small ones, like lazy Sunday afternoons or late-night heart-to-hearts.
As you grow older, your bond only deepens. He’s not just your brother; he’s your confidant, your mentor, and your biggest supporter.
Headcanons for: Hank McCoy x Sister!Header (Part 2)
Despite his intimidating appearance (blue fur, fangs, and all), Hank is a total softie when it comes to you. He’s always gentle, whether he’s giving you a hug, ruffling your hair, or helping you with a project.
His hugs are legendary—warm, furry, and incredibly comforting. You always feel safe when he’s around.
He’s also the first to notice when something’s wrong, even if you’re trying to hide it. “I can tell by the way you’re holding your shoulders,” he’ll say. “What’s bothering you?”
Hank is the person you turn to when life feels overwhelming. His calm, steady presence is like a lighthouse in a storm.
He’s not one to sugarcoat things, but he always delivers the truth with kindness. “Life is messy and complicated,” he’ll say, “but you’re stronger than you think.”
He’s also the first to remind you that it’s okay to not be okay. “Even the strongest materials have their breaking points,” he’ll say. “It’s not a weakness to ask for help.”
If you share Hank’s love of science, he’s the ultimate mentor. He’ll spend hours teaching you about genetics, quantum physics, or whatever else you’re interested in.
He’s patient and encouraging, never making you feel silly for asking questions. “Curiosity is the foundation of discovery,” he’ll say with a smile.
If you’re not into science, he’s still happy to share his knowledge—just in a way that’s accessible and fun. “Did you know that octopuses have three hearts?” he might say, trying to make you laugh.
If you have a bad day on the lab, like you’ve been working on a project for weeks, and nothing is going right. The experiment keeps failing, your equipment malfunctions, and you’re on the verge of tears. Hank finds you slumped over your desk, surrounded by scattered notes and broken glassware. He quietly sits beside you, his deep voice calm and reassuring. “Science is as much about failure as it is about success. Every mistake is a step closer to discovery.”
Hank offers to help you troubleshoot, and the two of you spend hours working together. His patience and encouragement remind you why you love science in the first place.
Before leaving, he hands you a cup of tea and says, “You’re brilliant, little sister. Don’t let one bad day convince you otherwise.”
His protector about you, doesn't matter if you are a younger or older sister!
Hank is fiercely protective, whether you're a mutant or not. He’s always looking out for you, whether it’s from physical danger, emotional pain, or even just bad decisions.
If anyone hurts you, they’ll have to deal with him—and while Hank isn’t one for violence, his sharp intellect and calm demeanor can be just as intimidating as his physical strength.
That said, he also respects you independence and trusts you to make her own choices. He’s there to guide or advise, not control.
Hank has a deep well of empathy and is always ready to lend an ear. Whether you’re venting about a bad day, crying over a breakup, or just need someone to talk to, he’ll drop everything to listen.
He’s the kind of brother who remembers the little things—your favorite book, the way you take your tea, the story you told him about your childhood best friend.
His advice is always thoughtful and grounded, often delivered with a scientific analogy or a philosophical musing.
Hank is your biggest fan. Whether you’re pursuing a career in science, art, or anything in between, he’s there to cheer you on.
He’ll proudly display your achievements in his lab, whether it’s a painting you made, an article you wrote, or a science project you aced.
If you’re ever doubting yourself, he’s quick to remind you of your strengths. “You’re brilliant, capable, and kind,” he’ll say. “Never forget that.”
As a scientist, Hank has a tendency to overanalyze everything—including his role as a brother. He’s constantly second-guessing himself, wondering if he’s doing enough or saying the right things.
He’ll spend hours researching how to be a better sibling, reading psychology books and even conducting surveys (much to your amusement).
Despite his overthinking, he’s actually an amazing brother. His efforts, though sometimes excessive, always come from a place of love.
Harry’s voice filled the room. Breaking, the long and awkward silence that followed the both of you since you entered the library. Causing you to lifted your head up. Looking away from the stack of papers spread over across the desk in front of you. Files, reports. Of the Snowman case, Katrina had dumped on you. A breath escaped your lips, as you leaned back in your chair slightly. In the short time you had known Harry, there was one thing that you had picked up. He had a challenging personality. One you preferred not to question.
“Don’t remember asking. But sure. Have at it.” You gestured at him with your hands.
“You’re young. Still new to this life.” His gaze softened softly. An odd moment of vulnerability for him. “Don’t let this bother you any more than it has to. It never makes it better.”
“Is that your way of saying I should be more like you?” You raised a brow. “Sloshed out of my mind, and not give a shit? The Harry Hole way.”
“Fuck off. You know what I meant.”
A faint, amused smile graced your lips. “Yeah, I know old man…”
Me: I will work on Harry Hole Draft.
Also me watching Sweet Magnolias: OMG Ty and his sister are so lovely! What if I work on Hank x Sister Headcanons? Starts a new Google Keep Note.
