#little something

[onlysushicat]

[blood-drunken]

[noturlondonboy]

Bishova drabble

Yelena Belova x Kate Bishop

It’s missing the girls hour so I wanted to just write a little Drabble of them being snuggly and sweet :)

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“Can we just stay like this forever?”

Yelena makes a soft noise in the back of her throat, her fingers gently carding through her girlfriend’s dark hair. Kate’s warm breath tickles the side of her neck, and she leans her cheek on the archer’s temple from where she rests on her shoulder.

“We can stay like this until we have to make dinner,” Yelena murmurs, tilting her head to press a kiss to Kate’s bandaged cheek.

Her girl hums lowly in protest, her arms tightening around Yelena’s waist. “You can just be my dinner.” Her voice is soft and tired, barely even awake. Yelena giggles and kisses her forehead.

“You’re too tired to handle me right now, detka.”

“Noooooooo.”

“So cute when you pout.”

“…I am pretty cute.”

Yelena barks a laugh, arms looping around Kate’s neck and legs wrapping around her waist. She’s propped up on the kitchen counter with Kate between her knees, where Kate insisted she be to cuddle when the archer had gotten home from patrol.

“Nooo, don’t laugh at meeeee.”

“I’m sorry, darling, I can’t help it,” Yelena whispers fondly, her lips pressing to Kate’s cheek again. “I just love you so much.”

Kate’s entire face lights up, her eyes bright underneath heavy lids and smile dreamy, even though it was exhausted. “I just love you so much too, baby.” She snuggles closer, nose pressed under Yelena’s ear and lips ghosting over the Russian’s pulse. “More than anything.”

[fieriframes]

[I'll be looking for you next week on "Diners, Drive-Ins & Dives." What's up, homey? I got you a little something. -What is this? -[ Speaks indistinctly ]]

[scrprints]

fic or treat 🎃

You deserve a little teaser I think 🎃 From nothing in particular yet, but might be 😏

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"Remmick."

The sound of his name, a thread pulled from the chaotic weave of your newborn consciousness, was soft, slow, and utterly hesitant. It was a single, pure note of confusion cutting through the deep, soporific calm that had encased your mind since the turning.

Remmick stopped dead, a shadow frozen beneath the skeletal canopy of the forest. The air instantly thickened with a silent, palpable force. You had been following him, walking a destination unknown, but the awareness of following—that parasitic sliver of self—had just surfaced.

He felt it immediately. The whisper of question, the cool, clear trickle of awareness flooding your mind. It was a leak in the perfect vessel he’d crafted. After the blood bond, you should be a blank slate, a mindless, perfectly obedient thrall with his thoughts as your only guide. Instead, a defiant flicker, a matchstrike of your human self, dared to resist the deep, narcotic trance. A slow, chilling anger began to curdle the air around him, a displeasure far more terrifying than a shout.

You stood rooted, a breath trapped in your chest. The natural, instinctual human response of fear. The tightening in your gut, the quickening of your heartwas stifled, buried deep beneath layers of his influence. Yet, the pressure remained, a constant, silent threat.

[wrydd]

"don't you get it? when i died no one cared! no one remembered me."

my grandmother asked me to tell you she's sorry by fredrik backman // the testaments by margaret atwood // blue lily, lily blue by maggie stiefvater // i exist i exist i exist by flatsound + teen titans (2003) #29

[falllingthroughspace]

STAGED (2020-2022)

- I don't want it to end. - But it must.