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Been a while since I did a writing request. Was thinking of your winter prompt writing: 26. Reunion and 29. Silence for Druig?
Happy writing!!😗👀✨
A/N - Oh! Good to hear from you, and I hope you like this request!
Quiet
Summary - Sometimes it was the peace and quiet you and Druig needed
Warnings - Fluff
At first, you couldn’t hear it.
All you could hear was Druig softly snoring right against the back of your neck, then you could hear the radiator kicking in against the wall since the temperature dipped slightly. Lastly, you heard some of the floorboard creak naturally in the morning cool feel. You hummed, tucking the quilt that was over the pair of you up a bit since you shivered slightly. Druig mumble behind you, still asleep, with his arm around your waist under the quilt as you finally blinked awake.
You were facing the window, where massive snowflakes hit the windows.
Carefully, you sat up and rubbed your eyes, The sun was hidden behind the gray clouds high above, yet snowflakes were falling lazily. There was no huge wind gusts, so the snowfalls were simply dancing to the snowy ground as you slipped out of bed. You walked over to the window, slipping on your sweater that was draped on the back of a chair near your bed. Ruffling your long hair, you looked out in amazement, seeing the tall pine trees dusted in white and the small grand you planted the year prior starting to be buried.
The first snowfall of the year. The second you’ve had in that home.
Without waking up Druig, home grumbled and rolled to be on his stomach while in deep sleep. You had to give him credit for only wearing his pajama pants, he always ran hot compared to you. You called him your “personal thermos”, even before you two go together. Though you noted that his hair was getting a bit too long since he had to tuck it behind his ears from time to time and shove the bangs away from his eyes in deep conversation.
Yet you loved him, and you haved loved him for the past 1,000 years.
You tip toed out of your small room, leaving the door ajar slightly as you looking into your home. It was a cabin, decent sized and yet cozy with plenty of trinkets and things you two have collected over the centuries. Your cabin was out in the woods of the Pacific Northwest, specifically Oregon near the coast. You both found this cabin a week after the near Emergence and the near end of the world. Druig wanted to find a place to stay that was quiet and peaceful. You wanted that too, and instead of going with Makkari and Thena on the Domo to find other Eternals in the galaxy, you both opted to have an isolated life.
Druig had it once in the Amazon, and yet he traded a humid jungle for a forest jungle.
You walked over to the small kitchen that was tucked in the corner, the floorboard under you creaked with every other step as the massive living room windows showed the snowfall. You got a kettle going on the stove, then working to get the coffee to start brewing as you looked at the living room around you. The quietness of the room seemed to be the first thing you notice. A small loveseat couch in front of the stone fireplace tucked in the corner, a quilt gifted by Makkari before she left on the Domo was dropped over the loveseat, plenty of pictures along the walls and on shelves of the other Eternals in their homes around the world. A small desk against the wall with a chair, a laptop perched on the top with stationary and documents scattered around the surface of the desk.
It felt like home for the last two years, the warmth and smell of the wooden walls, the sounds of the fireplace and the creaking doors, even the light that dance through the stain glass ornaments that hung near the rear window to catch the sunset. You remembered the day you and Druig found this cabin two years ago, buying it off a retired couple who wanted to move out to the East to be near family. It was in okay shape, but you two knew that you could make it better.
Druig had built a small community in the Amazon for 500 years, so his handiness was at an expert level. When it came or you, you also knew your way around tools and how to get things done. For some times you worked as a handyman in small towns, mostly to keep busy but to earn extra money to travel. It was busy work, and it made the time go by.
You fixed roof and he fixed the floorboards, you handled the walls as he ungraded the stairs. After at least a few weeks, your new home looked brand new from the inside out. The closest town was about 10 miles away down the road, and the ocean was a 5 minute walk down a small cliffside.
It was quaint, it was isolated, it was perfect.
Once the kettle hissed and the coffee was brewed, you poured Druig a cup of tea and yourself some coffee. Taking the two cups, you waked quietly through the living room again and over to the bedroom door that you left ajar. The quiet was along your skin, against your hair, but it was a good quiet. A content quiet, the kind you wanted for so long. The world was loud sometimes, according to Druig even the Amazon was never truly quiet because of the native animals and the ever changing weather. But there, everything was still and calm.
Calm, something you and Druig needed for some time.
Poking your head back in the bedroom, you noticed Druig was awake. Still on his stomach and hugging the pillow that was once under his head, he was watching the snowfall from his spot on the bed where the sheets pooled around his lower waist. You could see how the freckles on his skin danced along the pale skin tone, how his muscles were still present from constant work under the heat of the Amazon sun, even faint scars from the Emergence. He healed from the brutal assault that Ikaris gave him, but scars were still there. A reminder of what he went through, yet he still looked beautiful to you.
“Morning, lover,” You hummed as you walked over to your side of the bed, seeing his well rested face. His icy eyes, the shape of his lips, he was breathtaking to you.
“You weren’t here when I woke up,” he grumbled, maybe half annoyed but still calm as you smiled and sat on your side of the bed. Druig propped up on his elbow as you handed him his cup. He breathed in the strong tea, grinning from ear to ear as he smiled sweetly at you, “Thank you, luv,”
“Of course,” You mumbled as you leaned over to kiss him on the top of his head.
You two were in love with one another before you could say a word. It was almost like fate how you two were meant to be together. Finding each other again when you needed to save the world, you two were like magnets to one another. Yet the rest of the Eternals were wondering when you two would end up together.
“There were signs, trust me,” Phastos explained to you as you stood side by side on the beach, stained in blood and battered from the battle, but thankful yo be alive, “If you two didn’t get your stuff right and get together, I'd drop dead on the spot,”
Safe to say, you two figured it out and never strayed away from one another since.
“Isn’t it beautiful?” You asked as you sipped your coffee and watched the snowflakes hit the window. Druig looked from the view of the window to you, seeing you look content where you were. He walls thought of you as beautiful, even with your bed head. He loved watching you whenever he could, mostly because he thought of you as someone fascinating. He could never think of the right color for your hair since it danced in the light when you walked, he thought of your laugh like bells and it entranced him.
Everything about you drew him to you like a moth to a flame, and he considered himself a fool for not saying anything about his love for you sooner.
“It is, but it pales in comparison to you and your beauty,” He replied, you looked away from the window to him now as he sat up on the bed with his tea cup in his hands. You blushed, Druig leaning over to kiss you sweetly as you both drank in the quietness again. You weren’t used to this, even after two years of this in your new home. But you weren’t afraid of it, not would you want anything else in your life on earth. Druig made you feel safe and loved, like you were the only person he would ever want and need. Hr and a way with words and actions, you falling in love with him over and over wit hon sign of stopping to slowing down.
As he pulled away from the kiss, you stared lovingly in his eyes as you found your voice, “I love you,”
“I love ya too,” Druig hummed, then patting to a spot next to to him on the bed, “Join me, we can watch the snow for a bit before we do chores,”
“Sounds like a plan,” You replied, tucking yourself in his arms as you both sip your cups and watched the window again. You could have this for the next year or two, maybe even 100 years or more. It was simple and quiet, but you two needed it more than anything else. And as you rested your head on his shoulder and he kissed your hair, you felt peace again, and you would for quite some time.
My ILITW MC Riikka Yläkorpi x Dan Pierce by the talented @weetlebeetle !
It's a commission I won 3 years ago and it continues to warm my heart, whenever I look at it. So I am resharing it today to send you some love during the Spread Kindness Artist day. ❤️
Your beautiful art style is perfect for them. Not only it truly captured the scene I had written, but also what makes this beloved OTP of mine so endearing. Thank you for sharing your art!
A/N - This is great! Thanks for requesting this, friend!
Caught
Summary - Who knew cookies would bring your new boyfriend some mischief
Warnings - Fluff
“Do you need help with your cookies?”
“I don’t think so, Gilgamesh. Thank you for the recipe though!”
“I figured you’d make it better than I would.”
You giggled as you were watching the timer on your oven getting closer to ending. A cooking rake was ready to the left, along with your cup of wine and your new friend Gilgamesh. He was visiting with your mutual friend Thena for dinner, the pair got home wanting to have dinner with you and your new boyfriend Druig. In fact, you met Gilgamesh and Thena through Druig, the three of them in a tight knit group of friends. Druig wanted to introduced you to his close friends, but not all at once. He felt that would be too much for you, which was fair since you were no social butterfly. He wasn’t either, which made you two an amazing pair.
It was Druig’s idea to have a dinner party with Gilgamesh and Thena, you already met Ajak the other day when he took you over to her house for lunch. She was beyond sweet and kind, becoming a “mother” figure to Druig after he was kicked out his own house some years ago. You could tell Druig adored her, making sure she would be the first one in his group to meet you.
Gilgamesh and Thena were just as kind, bringing over ingredients to your apartment and making sure you never had to lift a finger to cook the dinner. Gilgamesh loved cooking, his jolly nature and warmth radiated in your cramped kitchen, whereas Thena’s cool demeanor and her calm stare was both intimating and yet alluring. She had a wonderful laugh, mostly with Gilgamesh and his corny cooking jokes.
You made the compromise to bake the cookies for dessert, after mentioning it to Gilgamesh hr brought the recipe with him to dinner. After volunteering to help you with some of the baking, he watched you mix with ease.
“How long have you been baking for?” Gilgamesh asked as you heard the timer go off. Placing an oven mitt on your hand, you took out the tray and placed it on the cooling rack, seeing the delectable cookies cool down right away as you grinned at him.
“A few years, though I’m no expert,” You explained as you turned your back to the cooling rack to talk to Gilgamesh, “Although Druig always volunteers to try anything I bake,”
“That boy can eat though anything if you let him,” Gilgamesh joked as you hummed in agreement, “And he can eat anything,”
“I’ve always wanted to ask: What is his favorite treat?” You questioned curiously, “His birthday is coming up, and I know he doesn’t want anything materialistic,”
“He’s a fan of chocolate,” Gilgamesh explained, “Cookies are his go to. You can win him over with cookies any day. Speaking of cookies…”
Gilgamesh looked behind you with a raised brow, you following his gaze over your shoulder. Your eyes went wide, seeing at least half of the fresh cookies were either moved or gone from the rake. Sure enough, a foot away with crumbs on his fingers and around his mouth, was your new boyfriend and the culprit: Druig.
Yet when he saw your eyes go to him, he looked a bit embarrassed.
If you could described your relationship with Druig in one simple word, it would be unpredictable. From the moment you two met at the Community Center where he was volunteering with some of the youth, you could tell he had a massive heart and would keep people on their toes. He was entranced with you, his words really. He thought your laugh was infectious, the way you spoke about the book you were reading was amazing. Since then, you were learning more and more about him. Druig was never dull, nor was he cross or pompous. Plenty of coffee dates and walks in the park were great, but he still kept you on your toes.
Yet seeing him there, literally living up to the phrase “Getting caught with your hand in the cookie jar”, you both wanted to be mad and laugh at the same time.
“You couldn’t have waited at least five minutes?” Gilgamesh asked in a snort. Druig gave a small smirk, one o this infamous ones, and could only chuckle with a shrug as Gilgamesh rolled his eyes.
“I’m going to make sure Thena gets a few before he eats the rest,” Gilgamesh whispered in your eyes, making you laugh as he walked off to find Thena. It left you and Druig there, you cocked your head at him as he grabbed a paper towel to wipe his fingers.
“I can’t leave you alone for so long, can I?” You teased, Druig chuckling as he was about to wipe his face with the paper towel. You were a bit faster, grabbing the towel from his hand and reaching over to dab the mess along his lips and chin. Druig watched with his eyes going a bit big, you could have sown you saw love in his bright blue eyes. It was the same look he gave you when you two first kissed a week ago after your date to the movies.
“I think it’s my fault,” You hummed, finally getting his mouth looking clean as he was still staring at you with fondness, “I forgot to mention that I made you something before you all came over,”
“Oh?” Druig asked, finally finding his voice as you giggled. Throwing away the paper towel, you walked over to the pantry and opened the door, pulling out a plate with cookies piled on top. Waling it back over, You could see Druig a bit more shocked as you placed the plate within his hands. He was looking at the massive cookie pile on the plate was cradling, almost like he was a child on Christmas morning getting a present he’s always wanted.
“I may or may not have asked Thena before they came over, and bake these last night before you came,” You explained seeing his eyes move from the tray of cookies over other your own eyes. You were glad that he was surprised, thinking that it was the perfect present for him since he would rather not have any kind of small trinket or possession. He loved handmade gifts, a tip you heard from Thena.
He leaned over to kiss you on the lips, his cookies cradled between the both of you as you grinned in the kiss.
Once he pulled away, the smile he had on his smile never went away, “I think I might be fallin’ for ya,”
You smiled widely, just giggling from that simple sentence. You had no idea that he was telling the truth. He thought long and hard on how you changed his life for the better, how his feelings for you grew everyday, and how he could picture his future with you in it. Although you cared for him and adored him, deep down knew he was falling hard and fast for you.
Those feelings were now cemented, all over a simple plate of cookies.
I put on my sunglasses, to hide my swollen eyes, over my tears. I cried all my makeup off. Went inside to have a milkshake. I don’t know why. I wanted something to drink as I figured out what I would do. I got a soda and a milkshake. Medium. The cashier looked at me and with a line around the corner of the counter he rushed away from the counter “Hold on “ he yelled to a coworker.
I filled my soda and went back and saw him looking all over. I go up and he gets close and says “I made it a large”.
That was seriously enough for me not to do it. His kindness. Someone went out of their way and as I went back in my car to cry I realized I could muster through a few other days. A few more weeks. Then I came down from that panicky high of anxiety, depression, and pain. I finished my shake. And it was enough time to let me feel better. I… I’m alive. I’ll make it through.
Try and be nice today. Tomorrow. Something as much as a smile. It helped so much.
walked sobbing around a city once wearing a summer dress in mid-september thunder and rain. basically dragged myself into LUSH as the smell of the store always made me smile. the shop was empty and dead due to the weather, just this blonde short woman behind the counter who smiled at me. i stared at her feet and asked ‘do you have anything for people who are scared a lot?’ (i was so out of it i had no clue). she showed me two bath bombs, one pink and one blue, and said both were good - i chose the pink, paid for it and left. i then sat at a bus stop clutching the LUSH bag in one arm and my prescription meds in the other - i’d lied and ordered a refill so i could just drift away with sleeping pills. when the bus arrived and i was out of the rain, i decided to have another look at my bath bomb, smell it and what not. opened my bag and saw she’d put the blue one in there for me as well and written on the receipt ‘feel better soon :) hope you like x’.
no one had ever been so selflessly kind to me before, i didn’t know what to do with it except hang around long enough to use the other bath bomb.
Actually I’m going to reblog this again because of the truth of the inverse: think of any time you have been casually cruel or petty to someone for humor or because you weren’t in a great mood.
“Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence”
Hello Dears!
Here's the thing, I didn't make a prompt session for July AND August! I apologize profusely! I was just living my life and trying to not be overwhelmed with writing! I love doing it, but a break is needed every once in awhile!
But don't worry dears! I have come back, brushed off the cobwebs and got my brain working just in time for Autumn, or in my case, Summer (California does not believe in Autumn).
Also, as a disclaimer, I may or may not be back writing full time, because a little bird is telling me that my brother will soon be engaged and I wish to be available to help out with the wedding as much as possible.
I'm sticking with the good ol' fashion theme for this one:
Autumn
Here are my rules:
1.) You may choose ONE character from my list Here. It’ll have the list of characters that I write for or have written for in the past.
*(If you have a character not listed that you wish for me to write, PLEASE MESSAGE ME AND CLEAR IT WITH ME FIRST TO SEE IF I CAN OR WILL DO IT!)*
2.) This session has two lists. As you ask, please be as ACCURATE AS POSSIBLE: include BOTH the character and request number you’d like me to write for you
Example: May I have Azriel from ACOTAR with #3 for Dialogue and #21 for Scenario?
*I write out the requests on a first come first serve. I will try my best to fulfill every request that comes my way, but please bear in mind I work full-time as a teacher. Because of that, I’ll be busy most of the day so please be patient and I’ll write in my spare time as much as I can :) *
3.) If I get two requests that are exactly the same, (same character and same number)I will only write it once! Please don’t be afraid to ask if someone has already requested the character and number, I don’t mind answering that for you :)
4.) You can request in my ASK box neither as yourself or anonymously. Although I would LOVE to give you a shout if you request as yourself, anon is perfectly fine!
5.) I will stop taking requests for this prompt session on Thursday, September 4th, at 3:00 PST
6) Have fun and enjoy :)
dialogue!!
“You have a leaf in your hair.”
“You’re shivering.”
“You’re scared of that, really?”
“It says take one, love.”
“Well…you grabbed my hand first.”
“I spent so long in the darkness I’d almost forgotten how beautiful the moonlight is.”
“Do you know what people really want? Everyone, I mean. Everybody in the world is thinking: I wish there was just one other person I could really talk to, who could really understand me, who’d be kind to me. That’s what people really want, if they’re telling the truth.”
Thinking about going back into writing. I miss the old parts of my self that i ended up losing in the process of falling in love for the first time. And when he left, it’s like he took all my poems and drafts with him without even bothering to return them like they used to be. It’s wrinkled and bleeded with ink that was once fresh and published. I miss the feeling of writing with the flow like being above water and just not having to put a second thought. It’s the feeling of putting something out there and knowing somewhere close or far may feel what you’re feeling no matter the distance or time. Like it’s an old friend you used to know but don’t know how to reconnect you know? You don’t know their number or if they used to live in the same house you visited once in a while. The company, the laughs, the feeling. It’s the feeling.
Mine's an easy one. One of my favorite artists growing up (still is) was Sara Bareilles. Her "Blessed Unrest" album really struck a chord with me, especially these songs: Brave, Chasing the Sun, Manhattan and I Choose You. It spoke of longing, heartbreak, healing, and existing in a world that felt too fast-paced to feel like your own yet still left space for you to create a life for yourself. It felt like hope to me in a really dark place in my life :)
Soooooo, my username became an abbreviated version of that album!
No pressure tags (tell me the origin story of your username!): @deepspacenova @unknown-ends @borkunlimited @iraot @abyssyby @thechaoticarchivist & anyone else who'd like to join! :)
@cupcakefactory @vesearlee @oncasette @starmocha @a-lumos-in-the-nox @moonlight-prose NO PRESSURE TAGS
thanks for the tag @blessdunrest >:3
So I used to be a marvel blog before this and despite being a cap girlie at the time I very much loved bucky ( as we do ) and well I wanted "I remember all of them" but that was taken so I just took the first letter of each word and made it my usename >:3 hehe
my OG fandom adventures started with Harry Potter. Lumos and nox are spells. Lumos is light & Nox is dark. so I strung the two together. (A light In the dark) came to mind. I've had the name for a decade at this point. & I still like it :)
no pressure tags: @redheadspark @heyhellohihowareyou @stargirlfics
Redheadspark is a name Ive had for the longest time! Redhead because I had my red hair (Which I love) and Spark because I wanna have a spark in me at all times: spark for life and learning!
No Pressure tags: @virtueassassin @saradika and @heliosphere8
My first fandom started off with @lovestruck an American version of otome from Voltage inc.
One of my most favorite was Sin With Me. Short summary: Based off the location in Las Vegas. You have the option to choose with route to play based on the romantic partner’s deadly sin. My most favorite was Cal North who’s deadly sin was “sloth” (my husband, fight me👀).
Was drafting a potential fanfic about Mc being a “virtue assassin” but soon was scraped and never finished.
I'M BACK! Im so sorry for being MIA in our prompt sessions all of March and most of April. I lost my job at my school early March and had to go job hunting, and I think doing prompts was not health for me at the time because of my mental health not in the best space. BUT I found a job about a month ago and I was attempting to get back into a working rhythm again. Now that I am, I'm back to writing again!
This session is a PINCH different from what I am used to writing, but I still think it will be fun for me! Given the recent voting results that I did a few days ago, The Theme this month is:
Angry Love Confessions
Here are my rules:
1.) You may choose ONE character from my list Here. It’ll have the list of characters that I write for or have written for in the past.
*(If you have a character not listed that you wish for me to write, PLEASE MESSAGE ME AND CLEAR IT WITH ME FIRST TO SEE IF I CAN OR WILL DO IT!)*
2.) This session has only one list. As you ask, please be as ACCURATE AS POSSIBLE: include BOTH the character and request number you’d like me to write for you
Example: May I have Azriel from ACOTAR with #3?
*I write out the requests on a first come first serve. I will try my best to fulfill every request that comes my way, but please bear in mind I work full-time as a teacher. Because of that, I’ll be busy most of the day so please be patient and I’ll write in my spare time as much as I can :) *
3.) If I get two requests that are exactly the same, (same character and same number)I will only write it once! Please don’t be afraid to ask if someone has already requested the character and number, I don’t mind answering that for you :)
4.) You can request in my ASK box neither as yourself or anonymously. Although I would LOVE to give you a shout if you request as yourself, anon is perfectly fine!
5.) I will stop taking requests for this prompt session on Friday, May 2nd, at 12:00 PM PST
6) Have fun and enjoy :)
This Prompt List was created by @creativepromptsforwriting
“I love you! I have always loved you. It’s not fair to deny my love for you now.”
“You make me so angry I want to scream, and I love you so much it almost tears me apart.”
“I cannot change my feelings for you, believe me I fucking tried.”
“How can you not understand how much I love you?”
“I am so angry right now, I could almost forget my love for you.”
“I can’t do this anymore. I love you. But it’s not enough.”
“Don’t mock me by acting so surprised. You had to know about my feelings for you.”
“You make me so angry sometimes. And you make me love you all the time.”
“I need to know that you’re safe. Because I care about you. I love you.”
“You knew how I feel about you. You have to have known.”
“Can you not see that I love you? That I’ve always loved you?”
“I love you! Is that what you wanted to hear? Are you happy now?”
“It’s not a secret that I love you. Don’t act like it is.”
“My love for you will truly become my downfall, I just know it.”
“I fucking love you, okay?! I don’t want to, but I do.”
Once again, I will stop taking requests on Friday, May 2nd, at 12:00 PM PST
It's not a secret that recently my time has been limited and I have not been very active, but I've thought about it and decided I want to say a sort of official "farewell" to a place that was really important to me for a long time.
I deleted Vamp and Villains from my phone months ago and I haven't opened Prince in weeks. The joy and motivation I found in those games has been flickering for a while now and I think it's finally just sort of gone out on its own.
My interests have shifted, my time has shrunk, the fandom has ebbed and flowed and changed as fandoms do. It is what it is.
I'm not sure what I'll do with this blog in the future. Maybe I'll be back, maybe I'll find a new fandom that sparks creativity, maybe it'll just exist as a time capsule of a time I tried my hand at sharing my writing publicly. What I do know is I will leave it up so anyone who wants to can still find things.
So....dear Ikemen fandom: Thank you for everything.
In German, they say "Auf Wiedersehen" which doesn't translate to "good bye" but rather "Until we meet again." I really like that.
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