I am a tired human beeing

they/it Adult

[weepingchoir]

you have a disgusting storytelling addiction

[atlas-prime]

It’s true. It goes back a long way, too. It all started when…

[tarragonthedragon]

i just got the "see where your blood has gone!" email from giving blood but it glitched and just showed me my current location. which. theyre not wrong. that is where most of my blood is

[reveryfics]

Could I request a fic with Bruce Wayne x black!mreader where Bruce starts graying and becomes insecure about it because he doesn't want mreader to see him as old only to find out that mreader actually LOVES his salt and pepper hair :p. If you're up for it, could you make it smut with age gap, breeding, and top Bruce. Also, can I be 🐯 anon?

To Grow Older

Bruce Wayne x Male Reader

Summary: Bruce has started to notice strands of gray hair appearing. He's worried you'll think he's getting older, perhaps to old but you don't mind.

A/N: Okay a few things, currently not doing smut requests so this will strictly be fluff plus I'm not into the whole big age gap or breeding thing, it's just incredibly weird to me. I also always try to not specify a readers skin tone/ethnicity just to make things more inclusive. Last thing is, yes absolutely you can be 🐯 anon. Completely unrelated, but I've gotten back into criminal minds......which means I might do some Spencer Reid fics.

TW: Fluff - Domestic fluff - Growing old

Bruce Wayne stared at his reflection, but not really. The fogged mirror, still clinging to the aftermath of his shower, offered a blurred canvas, yet it couldn't hide the undeniable. There, glinting stubbornly at his temples, were strands of gray. Not just one or two, not the occasional rogue hair he could pluck and forget, but a noticeable constellation. He dragged a hand through his damp, dark hair, the plush robe feeling heavy on his shoulders. He was getting older. That was the simple, inescapable truth.

It wasn't the idea of aging itself that gnawed at him, not entirely. It was the stark contrast. He shifted his gaze from his own reflection to the hazy outline of you behind the frosted shower glass. You, a few years his junior, yet seemingly untouched by time. Your silhouette was as lithe and youthful as the day he'd first seen you, a memory that still felt vibrant and recent. He remembered the curve of your smile, the sparkle in your eyes, the way you’d always seemed to possess an endless wellspring of energy. Had he really looked like that once?

The thought tightened in his chest. He was Bruce Wayne, a man who meticulously controlled every aspect of his life, from his empire to his physique. But this? This was an incursion he couldn't strategize against, couldn't train away. It was a silent, creeping reminder of time's relentless march, and it felt, for the first time in a long time, like something he couldn't conquer. He watched as your movements slowed, anticipating the moment the shower would turn off, the door would open, and you’d step out, radiating warmth and youth. He just hoped, with a sudden, desperate pang, that you wouldn't notice the gray hairs. Not yet. Maybe not ever.

The spray of the shower finally ceased, leaving the bathroom quiet save for the soft drip of water. You reached for the plush towel, its warmth a welcome contrast to the cool air, and efficiently dried off before wrapping it snugly around your waist. Stepping out onto the bathmat, you saw Bruce still standing before the fogged mirror, his back to you.

A smile touched your lips. There was something endearing about his stillness, a rare moment of quiet contemplation from the man who usually moved with such purpose. You walked over to him, your bare chest pressing against his back, the residual heat of your shower warming his skin. Your arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him gently closer. You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the back of his neck, right where his pulse would be.

He stirred, a soft hum rumbling in his chest, and brought one of your hands to his lips, pressing a tender kiss to your knuckles. Your smile widened, a wave of affection washing over you.

Peering over his shoulder, your gaze naturally fell to his reflection in the mirror. The fog had begun to dissipate, and that's when you saw it. A distinct patch of gray at his temples, more prominent than you'd ever noticed before. It wasn't just a few stray hairs; it was a beautiful, distinguished silver threading through the dark.

Bruce tensed slightly, almost imperceptibly, as if bracing himself for a reaction. But you didn't flinch, didn't gasp, didn't show any sign of alarm. Instead, a genuine, warm smile bloomed on your face. You loved it. His salt and pepper hair, far from making him seem older, simply added another layer to the complex, magnificent man you loved. It was a testament to the years he'd lived, the battles he'd fought, the wisdom he'd gained. It made him even more captivating.

You pressed another soft kiss to the back of his neck, this time lingering a little longer. "Hey," you murmured, your voice a gentle hum against his skin. "You know, that looks really good on you."

Bruce's shoulders relaxed ever so slightly, a subtle shift you could feel against your chest. He probably thought you were talking about the robe, or maybe just generally complimenting him. He still hadn't turned around, still hadn't seen the genuine delight in your eyes.

"What does?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.

You chuckled, pressing closer. "The gray, silly. It's… it's incredibly distinguished." You reached up, your fingers gently tracing the silver strands at his temple, feeling the soft texture against your fingertips. "It really suits you, Bruce. Like a silver fox." You leaned in again, nipping playfully at his earlobe. "Very sophisticated."

He finally turned, slowly, and you met his gaze in the mirror. There was a flicker of surprise in his eyes, quickly replaced by a softer expression. He saw the genuine admiration, the complete lack of concern in your face. A small, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips, and he leaned back into your embrace, letting out a soft sigh. It was a sigh of relief, of a burden lifted, and you felt it resonate through you.

"You really think so?" he asked, his voice still quiet, but the tension had completely drained from it.

You nodded, squeezing him gently. "Absolutely. It just makes you even more handsome, if that's even possible." You rested your chin on his shoulder, your gaze still fixed on his reflection, on the striking contrast of the dark and silver. "Besides," you added, your voice dropping to a teasing whisper, "it means I get to flirt with a silver fox now."

He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through you. "A silver fox, huh? I'm not sure I've ever been called that before." He finally turned in your arms, his hands coming to rest on your hips, pulling you closer until your bare chests were flush against each other. His eyes, held a warmth that melted any lingering worry about his appearance.

"Well, you are now," you said, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw, then moving up to lightly brush the distinguished silver at his temples. "It's a good look on you, Bruce. It shows you've lived, you've experienced things. It makes you… more." You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, a slow, tender exploration that spoke volumes of your adoration.

When you pulled back slightly, your gaze still locked with his, you could see the last vestiges of his earlier concern fade away, replaced by an easy affection. He seemed to stand a little taller, a subtle shift in his posture that radiated comfort and confidence. The thought of aging, which had weighed on him moments before, now seemed to lift, replaced by the simple, comforting truth of your acceptance.

"And you," he murmured, his thumb gently stroking your hip. "You still look like you haven't aged a day since I met you." A slight frown creased his brow then, a familiar flicker of that overprotective instinct he possessed. "Are you sure you're getting enough sleep? You're not secretly discovering the fountain of youth in the Batcave, are you?"

You laughed, a genuine, bubbling sound. "No secret fountains, just good genes, I guess." You paused, then leaned in, whispering conspiratorially, "Though I do have a very handsome, very dedicated boyfriend who takes excellent care of me."

He pulled you into a tight embrace, burying his face in your hair. "And I intend to keep doing just that," he mumbled into your hair, his voice thick with emotion. The earlier worry about his appearance was gone, replaced by the simple, undeniable truth of your love, a love that saw beyond superficial changes and embraced every part of him, silver strands and all.

He held you close for a long moment, the quiet hum of the bathroom filling the space between you. Then, with a soft grunt of effort and a playful twinkle in his eye, Bruce scooped you up into his arms. You let out a surprised laugh, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he effortlessly lifted you. He carried you the few steps to the sink, carefully setting you down on the cool, porcelain edge.

Your towel rode up, exposing more of your thighs, but neither of you cared. Your hands immediately went to cup his face, your thumbs stroking his cheekbones as he leaned in, his lips finding yours in a deep, hungry kiss. It was passionate and tender all at once, a silent testament to the years you'd spent together and the unbreakable bond you shared. The kiss deepened, full of relief, adoration, and a quiet promise of forever.

When you finally broke apart, breathless, your foreheads rested against each other. "I love you," you whispered, the words a soft exhalation against his lips.

His eyes, still heavy-lidded from the kiss, met yours. A small, genuine smile played on his lips, and he leaned in to press a tender kiss to your forehead. "I love you more," he murmured back, his voice rough with emotion. He stayed there for a moment, simply holding you, the worries of gray hairs and passing time utterly forgotten in the comfort of your shared affection.

[loganwritesprobably]

October 8 - "Come back to bed" (J.S.)

Synopsis: Johnny and reader started getting to know each other after their first meeting, and their relationships progress like most do. A domestic fluff oneshot. Tags/Warnings: Johnny Storm/M!Reader, painter!reader, fluff, mentioned smut, domestic fluff, family dynamics, getting together Word Count: 2035 Notes: Part two to “Johnny Loves..”

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Johnny took you up on those kissing lessons. In fact, he was adamant that he needed regular tutoring if he was ever going to catch up to his peers, so of course you had to agree (after you’d had a hearty laugh about it together, because it was so stupid to hear out loud, and you both knew it). You didn’t sleep together though, because those painting lessons were interspersed with painting lessons. He’d get kisses for a job well done, or for being proud of his work even when it wasn’t what he wanted it to be. You enjoyed seeing his passion, both for learning a new skill and the passion he showed you.

Over time, things did develop. Johnny settled pretty quickly into the idea that he liked men too, apparently a conversation that he’d had with Sue helped with that, and so after around two months of seeing each other regularly, you began dating officially. Johnny invited you to the tower often, having dinners together in quiet rooms away from the rest of the family, eating food cooked by “the chef” (Benn), and waiter HERBIE helping with everything you needed. It was his best replacement for the inability to go to a proper restaurant.

Johnny was known for being a womaniser, but he’d disclosed to you after a while that part of the reason he’d never really dated anyone since becoming the Human Torch was the fear that it would put them in danger.

“But you don’t mind putting me in danger?” You joked, though you were grinning as you said it. You knew that wasn’t what he meant, and you didn’t take it personally, but Johnny flailed and panicked as he reached to find a way to reassure you. You just kissed him, soothing him near instantly. “I know what you mean, Johnny.”

He’d never been willing to settle because of the risk to someone he didn’t care for all that much. You were different, because he did care. Cared enough to believe that the risk was worth it, because he would spend all of his free time keeping an eye out for dangers to you, enough to introduce you to his family so they understood how much you meant, and that you were to be protected. Family meant everything to Johnny and Sue, you knew that well, and you were honoured to be a part of it.

Johnny asked you to be his boyfriend, officially, sitting on the roof of the Baxter building. You’d gone up together to watch the sunset, and so that you could paint it. Johnny could only admire your skill, how quickly you managed to get the colours on the canvas, and how you brought them together to accurately represent your reference. He was getting better, slowly, but he still couldn’t compare to your skill.

He’d not been planning to ask you when you went up there together, a small bag of snacks and paints with you as you climbed the stairs, but he didn’t regret it. The words had come out before he could control himself, pouring out without his permission all while you smiled at him fondly. After he asked, there was a long pause where he waited with wide, surprised eyes, anxiety bubbling low in his gut. “Of course.” You agreed, and he’d practically leapt at you, wrapping his arms around you tightly to kiss you deeply, like he was worried you’d change your mind if given the chance. But you wouldn’t, because you wanted Johnny, and he wanted you back. Why would you ever say no to that?

You slept in his bed that night, tangled up together, the happiest you’d been in a long while. It was hard not to be happy when Johnny was at your side, his joy was infectious.

The first time the two of you fell into bed together was incredible. Nothing about sex was magical, or special, it was busy being wet and noisy and funny - but it could be brilliant. Johnny, apparently, had been studying. He’d only ever slept with women before you, but he’d admitted (after much prodding and teasing) that he’d gone online to browse forums, looking for discussion of gay sex so he’d be prepared.

“Just wanted to rock your world, baby.” He said after recovering enough from his embarrassment to speak again, and though you knew he meant it in a flirtatious way, you could see the vulnerability beneath that. He wanted to make you feel good, and that mattered to him. In return you paid back the favour of course, twice over. He was boneless by the time you were done, and had been content to cuddle in close and rest his head on your chest to take a nap, and you’d joined him.

After waking first, you’d slipped away to make snacks and drinks for you both, so when he woke on your return, you came with gifts, and he declared that you were easily the best lay he’d ever had. You’d laughed together and settled back into bed, holding each other and enjoying your snacks.

You padded down the halls of the Baxter building in your socks and one of Johnny’s shirts, some boxer shorts underneath for modesty. Franklin was positioned on your hip, babbling away. It was far too early, but you’d promised Reed and Sue that you’d take him in the morning so they could get some well earned rest. Benn was away, doing whatever he did, and naturally Johnny was still sleeping. You didn’t mind really, it was nice to be the first ones awake, and to know that you were able to support people you now considered family.

You’d been dating Johnny for closing in on a year, and it had yet to feel dulled or like the “honeymoon period” had ended. The two of you were just happy. There was tense moments, or heated discussions, but you were able to work through them like mature adults, so the love you shared only ever seemed to grow stronger.

You set Franklin down in his high chair as you set about preparing his breakfast of mush, with a side of mush. It was foul, but you fed him what you were told to, lest you be eaten alive by his incredibly protective parents. “Very true Franklin, I agree.” You murmured as you fixed his bib around his neck, protecting his white pyjamas - which didn’t feel like the most sensible choice, but you didn’t comment on that either. They knew, you were sure, and they’d decided that they didn’t much care. Things could be washed or replaced after all. You kissed his forehead and pulled his small silicone bowl from the microwave, adding the silicone spoon before giving it to him. You were to let him feed himself, however he chose and however long it took him. He was learning his fine motor skills, and learning to feed himself was a part of that, supposedly. You were content to watch him cover himself in mush.

It was fifteen minutes later that Johnny walked in to join the two of you, taking his spot behind you to wrap his arms around your waist and rest his chin on your shoulder. He had agreed to help watch Franklin just the same as you, but he was never much of an early riser. He yawned softly, and you reached up to tangle your fingers in his hair, gently scratching over his scalp. “Morning handsome.” You greeted, laughing as Franklin accidentally splattered mush all down his front. “Morning, sexy. Shouldn’t we be helping him?” “Under strict orders to let him do it himself. If he doesn’t eat, that’s their problem when they wake up.” You replied, and he grunted faint agreement, tucking his face in against your neck. Johnny breathed in deeply with a soft hum, fingers beginning to absently trace random shapes into your covered stomach.

“Come back to bed.” Johnny urged after a moment, hearing Franklin’s silicone plate hit the floor a moment later. Apparently, someone agreed with him. You sighed and gently pried yourself from Johnny’s grip to grab the bowl from the floor. “Help me clean him up, and I’ll give him back to his parents so we can go back to bed.” You said, nodding to the mess on the floor. Johnny gave a mock little salute, then went to grab something to clean up with. You lifted Johnny from his high chair and got to work cleaning him up with a damp cloth, and replacing his old clothes with fresh ones.

Sue appeared just as you both were done, as if summoned, and took the baby back. “Thank you for this. Just that little bit of extra rest is very helpful.” She said, giving you a gentle side hug, careful not to disturb Franklin. “He threw most of it down himself and onto the floor, so he’ll probably need feeding again soon.” “That’s fine, that’s what he does most of the time at the minute. Eventually he’ll be doing it himself.” She said with a sigh, bouncing Franklin gently as she spoke. Johnny passed by and kissed both Franklin and Sue on the head, then wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “We’re going to head back to bed for a while.” “Alright, we’ll be here.” Sue replied, taking Franklin’s hand to make him wave to the two of you. You laughed and waved back as you allowed Johnny to pull you away and back up to his room.

There was no fight involved in stripping you back down and pulling you into bed beside him, there never was. In bed beside Johnny was one of your favourite places to be, so there was very little that could keep you from it. You let Johnny settle himself then pull you close, limbs wrapped easily around you like an octopus. He kissed you softly, and you were powerless to do anything but return the kiss, smiling all the while.

“Happy now?” You asked fondly, scratching your nails gently over his back, much to Johnny’s delight. “Very.” He confirmed, taking your spare hand in his to lace your fingers together. Never in a million years would you have guessed that a year after meeting Johnny Storm in the park that you’d be the picture of domestic bliss. You’d have been sure that wasn’t something he was capable of, but you supposed you weren’t giving him the credit that he deserved. “How’s that portrait going, by the way?” He asked after a moment, and you hummed thoughtfully. “It’s going well. I’ve never been so glad that you’re all celebrities, getting reference photos of you guys is so easy. I’ve got the basics down on the canvas, but I’m still expecting it to take a couple of weeks, since it’s more detailed than my usual stuff. But, it’ll be ready in time.”

You’d begun to work on an entire family portrait for Reed and Sue’s upcoming anniversary, the four of them with Franklin in the centre. Their perfect little family unit, looking dashing in their signature white and blue. You were pleased with it, and were optimistic about how it’d come out. You were excited to be able to give it to them. Johnny was expecting it to be hung right beside that portrait you’d done of the Storms and Franklin in the park, in the living area. Pride of place, he’d said. You’d just laughed and shrugged. As long as they were happy, you were too.

You looked down at Johnny, only to realise he was already looking at you. He looked at you like you’d hung the very stars, and sometimes it was a little intimidating. But then you’d squash that voice inside you that would try to tell you that you weren’t enough, because he’d chosen you and that mattered more than anything you could tell yourself. “I love you.” You said, and Johnny beamed up at you like he always did when you said that you loved him, as if he hadn’t heard it a hundred times before. “I love you too.” He replied, kissing you once again.

You’d never get tired of Johnny Storm.

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[fallen-w1ngs]

I can't express how obsessed I am with your Bucky series omg they scratch the itch in my brain just right. And I know they're all gender neutral but I was wondering if maybe you'd make something with a post-op (recent or long healed) FTM reader? That might be... oddly specific, but I'm just tired of all trans reader content always being so sad :(. I want to see ftm!reader just living his life proud and comfortable :')

|| EEE im super glad you liked my series :)! and duuudee hell yeah ftm reader!! i, myself, am genderfluid and have gone thru a hell of a journey to find that out, idk why im saying this, im js really excited w this !!

'' PRETTY BOY ,,

|| pairing : james "bucky" barnes x ftm!husband!reader

|| warnings : pure fluff, a bit suggestive at the end but that's it

|| wc : 0.8k

The night was young as you wandered through the empty apartment, the one you and Bucky had bought once you both gotten married. It wasn't a big ceremony, not by any means. Only a close friends and family from your side, and some of the Wilsons and Isaiah Bradley from Bucky's invitations.

As the time went on after your wedding, you watched as Bucky grew into being a congressman... Something that did not last long, but you didn't mind. Now, he was a 'New Avenger.' Your stance on the idea wasn't something you wanted to think of right now. With all the craziness that's happened, it's no question why you put off getting top surgery. Money wasn't the biggest issue, Bucky, after being a congressman, offered to pay up the whole thing, though you fought to split it.

However, now him being on a new team and the fact there weren't as much world-ending calamaties in the past few months, you decided to go for it. You've been taking T a long time even before meeting Bucky, so it was no issue.

"Hun?" Bucky's voice cut through the silence as you walked through the halls of your apartment, going down memory lane just for the hell of it. "You still awake?"

"Yeah! I'm here!" You called out as you walked over to the front. Theres where your husband stood, his hair tied half-up half-down, his tactical gear already half off, only a black t shirt and a pair of jeans. His tire blue eyes softening as he sees you and a love-sick puppy dog smile tugged at his lips once he held you in his arms.

"Shouldn't you be laying down, babe?" He asked with a small grin before pressing a kiss to your cheek. "Doctor said you can't exert yourself."

"I'm fine, Buck," You grinned, putting your hands on his chest. "Plus, it's been long enough.. Doc said I could take my bandages off by now"

Bucky raised a brow at your words before grinning. "Wanna take them off now?"

"Why d'you think I stayed up waiting for you instead of sleeping?"

With a chuckle, Bucky led the both of you into your shared bedroom, your white, doe eyed cat Alpine following in suite. Peppering in a few kisses and small updates of how the New Avengers were doing, both you and your husband made it to your bedroom. Standing in front of the tall mirror, you stared at yourself.

"God, I look old." You muttered.

"If you look old, I look ancient."

You shot a playful glare at him. "You don't count, you're 110 yet don't look a day over 30."

"Shut up and just take your shirt off." Bucky grumbled and pushed a kiss against the crook of your neck from behind.

"Someone's eager." You quipped.

"Not like that- Jesus, baby, just lemme see my pretty boy's body?"

Okay, yup, that did it. You smiled and pressed a kiss to the side of his head and tugged your shirt off. Hesitating as you reached for the bandages. Thoughts swirling in your head as you unwrapped yourself, what if it looked bad? What if you hated it? What if it didn't make you feel.. Like you?

But your worries dissipated as you looked to your chest, now flat. Faint scars underneath your pecs, ghosts of the surgery that took place just a few weeks ago. You heard Bucky let out a small exhale as he looked at you placing a soft kiss to your neck.

"There you are, my gorgeous boy." He whispered into your ear. "How do you feel?"

You grinned, your hands reaching up to trace lightly at the scars. It didn't hurt, no it felt.. Good. Your body finally felt like your own, finally something you can look at in the mirror, and instead of cringing and looking away, you can smile.

"Good, really really good."

"Yeah?" Your husband hugged your waist, the contrast of his warm human arm and his cold vibranium one sending a shiver up your back. "Good. 'Cause you look so handsome, baby. God, I love you so much, my pretty boy." You could feel his smile on your bare shoulder.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. You're so good-lookin' it feels like my hearts gonna stop, make me go into cardiac arrest or somethin'. How lucky am I to have such a handsome husband like you?" He said in a hushed tone, peppering kisses into your neck.

Unlike all those times from the past where he'd help you through body dysmorphia, those peppered kisses and the reassurances that you tried to believe.. This time was different. Because you finally felt what he'd been saying. You felt handsome, you felt good. You felt like.. You felt like you.

"Oh, Bucky," You whispered tilting your head ever so slightly to take his lips into yours. "Show me how much you love your husband?"

"With pleasure."

|| i indulged in this sm, ty anon for requesting this <3 i hope this was good enough TEEHEE

[ultkenneth]

Male reader (referred to as husband once and wears boxers), *various/open male characters (ooc), more like swaying than dancing sorry lmao, domestic asf, fluff, corny I think, character is just down bad for you, not proofread (couldn’t bring myself to read this)

JUST DANCE WITH ME BABY, CAN YOU HOLD ME CLOSELY? PUT ME IN TRANCES THE WAY YOU WHISPER THAT YOU LOVE ME dance, yumi

A slow, almost jazz like song plays throughout the house when he walks through the door. Did you have guests over? No, you would’ve told him if you did. He follows the music towards the living room, a ghost of a smile on his lips the moment he sees your form, clad in just a shirt and black boxers.

“Darlin’?”

Despite how loud the music is, you instantly turn around, the furrows of your brow gone the second you see his face. “Hey love, when did you come home?”

“Just now,” he hums, taking off his jacket and lying it against the back of the couch before rounding to you, palms finding its home on your hips. “Missed you.”

You chuckle, own hands finding their place around his shoulders. “I can tell, wanna talk about it?” He shakes his head to instead dip it into your neck, all the stress abruptly leaving his body at his husband’s comforting touch. Your hums vibrates against him.

“Care to dance?”

He can never say no when you ask so sweetly.

“What kind of a lover would I be if I refused?”

He doesn’t give you a second to respond before pulling you in closer, a hand pressed into your jaw as his lips meets yours in a loving kiss. You feel him practically melt into you, the world around him melting away everything but your love.

“So cute…” he hears you mumble between breaths taken, the tips of his ears flushing a darker color. You’ve always managed sweet talk your way into his heart. He pulls away the moment you start to sway his body with yours, humming a tune that sounded better than whatever jazz song was playing.

Your fingers lightly scrape against his hair, massaging his scalp and compelling him to devour lips again. His hand falls down to your hips once more, rubbing circle into the skin and taking you in. This reminds him of his honeymoon, slow dancing with you nearly every night, putting him in a trance and music loud enough to drown out his beating heart. Oh, how much he adores you.

“I love you.”

His heart almost stutters at your whisper, a soft smile tugging on his lips. “And I love you,” a murmur before he takes claim on your sweet lips one more time, swaying to the music, “always.”

+ John Price, Simon “Ghost” Riley, Lo Wang, Cole Cassidy, Kyle “Gaz” Garrick, John “Soap” MacTavish, Niran “Life Weaver” Pruksamanee, Jean-Baptiste “Baptiste” Augustin, Jason “Red Hood” Todd, Arthur Morgan, Kim “Horangi” Hong-Jin, König, Doomguy (trust), Nick (L4D2), Khazan, Blade Phantom (trust x2), Ishi Sato, Grayson Hunt, Keegan P. Russ, Alex Keller, Joel Miller, Satoru Gojo, like half the men in Marvel Rivals, plus your favorites… ig

[sugurusprettyboi]

Acts of service would definitely be Aizawas love language.

If you’re hungry, he’s in the kitchen. If you need something from the store, he’s half way out the door. If you want his attention, he’s all over you.

No matter what you want or need he’ll find someway to bring it to you.

Whenever anyone acknowledges this quirk of his he feels a little embarrassed, but at the end of the day you’re the only person that matters to him.

Your the love of his life so of course he wants to love and cherish you.

[fallen-w1ngs]

'' SLEEPY ,,

|| pairing : james "bucky" barnes x reader

|| warning : nothing !! js domestic fluff :3

|| wc : 0.2k ish? really short

The light through the curtains cut through easily as you laid there, sprawled across the king sized mattress, hair in a mess as you slowly drift from the unconcious world.

"Babe?" You mutter, your hand searching the covers to try and find your boyfriend. Who was in fact still there. "Babe- babe what time is it?"

"You can go check," the grumpy soldier grunted as he moved around before cuddling into your side. His face pressing up against your side.

"Bucky-" you were cut off with a yawn as you pushed yourself up. "We have work today"

Instead of complaining but actively letting himself get up with you, he stayed in bed. His one arm wrapped around your waist as you try to convince him to get up.

"Babe, please-"

This time you weren't cut off by a yawn, but by a pair of lips on yours. His hand cupped your cheek as you let your guard down and melt into him. Despite his usual cold body temperature, you sure as hell melt into him like he's the fucking sun.

"Buck-"

"C'mon, just stay in bed a little longer?" Bucky whispered quietly. It wasn't fair. Not at all fair of how absolutely divine he looked when he first woke up. His hair in a messy ponytail that got loose as the two of you slept, the sun framing his face so perfectly, and his eyes with the way he looks at you like you're the only one who matters. GOD it made you sickly in love with him.

".. 5 more minutes, Bucky." You grumbled as Bucky wrapped his arm around you and pulled you into his chest.

"Love you, doll." He said with a chuckle.

".. Love you too, you big baby."

|| happy pride chat :D!! also... should i js have a taglist for the regular oneshots i post, like a taglist for bucky, a taglist for hawks etc etc?

[persianmom]

[ohnothehedgepog]

Imagine Grace and Rocky do go to Earth, just for a visit. You have Earth cheering for their heroes, the one person to survive the Hail Mary mission, and the first formal introduction of the Eridians to the planet as a whole. Carl and Stratt are there, overcome with emotion. Hugging Grace, finally allowed to care for him since they no longer have to send him on a suicide mission. A lot of complicated feelings and grief. Then as they are making casual talk to the side, Grace has to deal with the horror that is regular human communication with all of its phrases and double entendres coming from an alien.

Rocky: Grace and Rocky sleep together. Grace: No, that's not what happened. Rocky: Yes it did. Grace: Well, I mean- Rocky: Grace fist my bump. Grace: ROCKY! Rocky: But Grace said Rocky and Grace clock bros.

Carl and Stratt are just watching the whole exchange in bewilderment. Stratt is trying to figure out how on earth that happened what with Rocky being literally hotter than boiling water.

[saccharinescorpion]

i really can’t stress enough how much i recommend regularly engaging with older art– movies, books, whatever. like, “Those who do not learn history are doomed to repeat it” and all that, but also, there’s just something really fascinating and kind of beautiful about reading something written by someone who lived so long ago and really connecting with it, recognizing the humanity of people who once seemed like abstract concepts to you

[aberrantemotion]

Always funny to me when indie devs who already sell games for dirt cheap participate in steam sales with like 90 percent off. Like. "Yeah this game is three dollars but you can have it for one right now." Like your game costs as much as a pack of m&ms and youre selling it for the cost of a pack of m&ms in the 1950s now? Okay

[mackdaddyofthecravate]

Please return us to a world where Notp and squick are used for a ship you don’t like instead of just making up a load of bullshit about how immoral it is or w/e lol 

[sazandorable]

a short selection of concepts and phrases that used to be commonplace in fandom and we’d really benefit from making that a thing again:

NOTP: the opposite of an OTP (One True Pairing). It is a ship a fan strongly dislikes. The word is a portmanteau of ‘no’ and ‘OTP’ and thus is not a contraction of any particular phrase.

Squick: anything that is a deep-seated, visceral turn-off. Squicks may be shared by many fans or be specific to one; one person’s kink may be another person’s squick.

YKINMKATO, or kink-tomato: Your Kink Is Not My Kink, And That’s Okay: used to indicate support for fannish diversity and to distinguish between disapproval or kink shaming and simply having different taste.

DLDR: Don’t Like, Don’t Read: a phrase used to warn against complaints about an aspect of fic or meta. A “live and let live” philosophy of fandom, which places the responsability for avoiding content one doesn’t want to see on the side of the fanwork consumer, rather that on the creator’s.

SALS: Ship And Let Ship: similar to the above specifically about shipping tastes.

YMMV: Your Mileage May Vary: a phrase used to acknowledge that any given individual’s personal opinion on the topic at hand may differ due to their own tastes, standards, values, experiences, etc.

As the OP points out, all of these crucially imply no moral judgment of what they’re designing.

(definitions lifted more or less wholesale from fanlore’s relevant pages)

[shatterpath]

bring the healthy fun back to fandom!

[zoesupreme]

Christopher Nolan almost allows colors into his mythical epic shot on 70mm IMAX film. thank god they stopped filming in time.

[gingik]

[melonjce]

HAPPY TENNASWEEP TO ALL WHO CELEBRATE

[not-avril]

A small guide for people who struggle with this area