*breaks reality to give Loki a hug*
💔💔💔 tell me again that this poor soul isn’t a hero…
he’s MY fucking hero 😭😭😭💚💚💚
I second that
“Nat, remember when I said it’s hard to find someone with shared life experience? I guess that’s not completely true.”
Title: OH MY GOD THEY WERE ROOMMATES
Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader
Rating: explicit
Summary:
“What? Listen. You’re so obtuse it’s adorable. Did you know our little Stevie has been in love with you since the first grade?”
He can’t be serious.
“Personally, I don’t know how the fuck you’ve managed to be so blind, but now’s your perfect shot. I know you’re into him too, so why don’t you make it less awkward by making it even? Show him the goods, doll. You’ll either both finally get your shit together and end up married or you’ll give him a heart attack, and either one will make your current situation seem like small potatoes.”
“Oh god you’re fucking serious.”
Word count: 5330
Warnings: language, drinking, sexual situations, this reads like a romcom tbh, Bucky Barnes is the best friend in the entire universe and should be cherished for the rest of his days, nsfw under the cut
A/N: Thanks to @its-a-pretty-interesting-wall for reading through this and encouraging me to finish it and telling me time and time again it didn’t suck. This has been sitting in my drafts forEVER. It was supposed to have been written for a writing challenge hosted by @fandom-and-feminism but I never made the deadline so here it is in all its very late glory! To be honest I don’t even remember the prompt lol I’m a mess. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy, since it was a blast to write ♥
feedback is the best gift ♥♥
At home, in bed, a warm cup of Sleepytime tea warming your bones while you open that new book you’ve been waiting for on your Kindle is exactly how you intended on spending your Friday evening. After a grueling fifty some hour work week, you’re exhausted. More than exhausted, even, if such a thing exists.
That exhaustion is probably the exact reason why you don’t register the fact that you’re not alone once your apartment door is locked behind you. You don’t hear the sound of the shower, nor do you register the fact that the door to the bathroom is mostly shut as being anything out of the ordinary. You’re functioning on autopilot, just trying to get the grime of work off your face before you get comfortable, and as you burst into the bathroom you’re met with a resounding yelp, and a very large, very wet, very naked Steve Rogers.
You answer his yelp with an inhuman sound of your own and you’re both just stuck in place, eyes locked, a towel barely covering his manly bits, and a deep red blush spreading quickly all across your skin.
“STEVE!” you shriek as you snap out of it. “Oh my god I’m so sorry! I’ll just uh… Get out of here.” You turn to head out of the bathroom but he’s already moving and you end up bumping into one another, his warm skin brushing against yours in a way you’d never experienced and didn’t necessarily hate, either. But no, this was Steve. Your lifelong friend and roommate for the duration of most of your adult lives, so you try to fight noticing the proximity of your bodies.
“Shit,” he mumbles as he presses the towel a little closer to his body and maneuvers himself through the space which is too small for the both of you and all the tension that suddenly filled it, mixing with the steam from his shower.
He makes to move forward at the same time you do once again. There’s some awkward fumbling, some bumping and shoving, before finally he pushed out of the small bathroom. The towel falls slightly, just low enough to give you a glance at the dimples above his ass and you try to fight the blush, you really do, but it’s no use. Your throat is dry and you don’t think you could manage words anyway, so you just leave the bathroom, squeak out a small, barely audible “sorry!” on your way to your room.
After hearing his bedroom door shut, the thought dances across your mind to go and shower but you can’t bring yourself to move, hiding your embarrassment deep within your pillows and blankets. You fall asleep hoping it was all just a dream.
I’m so glad I finally got to read this! I love the title 😍 This would have been great for the challenge but it was worth the wait! I love it!
After 20 years…
I’m finally going to see the Backstreet Boys in concert!!! The next 7 months are going to be a hell of a wait, but after 20 years it’ll be worth it. 💙🖤💙🖤
Frustrating editing moods:
1. This scene is a disaster but also I love it how it is.
2. This scene has nothing noticeably wrong with it but also I hate it.
3. This scene has been rewritten so many times that I’m not sure what the words mean anymore.
So something some of you may not know about me is that I deal with a number of mental issues including depression, anxiety, borderline personality, and what my therapist believes is ADD. Executive dysfunction is a big part of my life. Another thing about me is that I am terrible at cleaning. I hate it. So much. It gets overwhelming SO easily, which frustrates me because it’s just housework, damn it, nothing complicated. Dishes, laundry, trash. But the second a housework task gets backed up my brain shuts it down, and those kinds of things pile up quickly when you have kids. I want to get it done, but for some dumb reason my lazy brain refuses to let me do it. I told my therapist I don’t know how to help myself not be so overwhelmed by simple things like housework, and something she suggested has changed my life.
Break a big task - ex. Clean This Nasty Kitchen - into smaller, bite sized pieces. Okay first let’s throw the trash away. Now let’s organize these dirty dishes so we know what we’re dealing with. Good, now put the smaller stuff in the dishwasher and start it. Next wash the big dishes that won’t fit in the dishwasher. Alright now wipe the counters. Now sweep the floor. Boom, clean kitchen. Sparkle, sparkle.
It sounds dumb and so simple, but I feel so much better knowing how to trick my brain into actually tackling a task instead of putting it off over and over. Just yesterday I took a pile of laundry up to my knees and sorted it into baskets by whose clothes they were and I then washed ALL of them and got them folded, something I despise doing. Once I break a big task into smaller pieces I can actually maintain the clean once I get there.
Idk I just feel like we should talk more about parents with executive dysfunction so others like me don’t feel so alone or lazy.
Recommendations?
I’m polling the hive mind for Android platform voice-to-text apps. Google sucks, and ideas come whilst driving. Since typing behind the wheel is generally frowned upon, I’m in search of a better option.
Signal boost!
I’m gonna say it, if the rumor that they’re recasting Loki in the show and Tom Hiddleston is just a narrator turns out to be true I’m not going to mind really. Don’t get me wrong - I love Tom’s Loki dearly and I want to see more of him. But I’m invested in Loki because he is Loki, not just because he’s Tom. Tom brought him to life and gave him depth, but that doesn’t mean no one else deserves to play him (especially since Tom is getting older and can’t pull off a late teenager to someone in their 20s forever, no matter how good he looks). Not to mention Tom has zero obligation to play Loki indefinitely. Personally I will take whatever story Disney gives us as long as they maintain his character (minus the random stabbing bullshit from Gagnarok). To me that’s better than getting no Loki at all. Again this is my personal opinion, y'all are free to think what you want, that’s your right. I’m just going with the flow for right now since all we have is hearsay and rumors.
Anonymous asked:
You heard it here first folks. Hayley wants to kill us with her fics
buckychrist answered:
But y’all should’ve known this for a while 😂😂
