That extremely hot thing middle aged men do when the weight of the world is crushing them
My favorite piece of tumblr linguistics to ever come out of this site is “the horrors”. It’s delightfully evocative and also gives absolutely no information about what I’m talking about. “Sorry I can’t go out today I’m facing the horrors” am I talking about the encroaching dread and existential despair of our dystopian world? am I talking about the fact that I have to wash dishes? No one knows. It’s all horrors.
Operation get Mr Bucky and Momma together
Paring: Beefy and Teacher! Bucky x milf! reader
Summary: Bucky doesn't play favorites but Amaya is definitely his favorite, especially because her mom is hot.. Cue a 6-year-old trying to get Bucky to be her dad. {wc: 2.2k}
Warning: a bit of bucky being insecure but not that much, Karen parent being annoying, bucky is a fool but amaya is gonna fixed it.
a/n: I've been sitting on this for months but I had to step back from this account bc of everything. thankfully I finished this before my electricity went puff but not my best job. pls have mercy bc I'm rusty.
Bucky knew there weren’t many male first-grade teachers. But honestly, it was his dream job. He was teaching the country's future and helping them become better people.
Also, 6-year-olds love him, especially with his fantasy land classroom he forced Steve to help decorate. Bucky loved being a teacher, and he loved his kids. Relatively easy to get up every day at 6 am when you love your job.
That being said, he knows he shouldn’t have a favorite student. So it’s basically written in the teacher’s rule book.
But Amaya was undoubtedly his favorite of his unruly kids. She was very spirited. Amaya loved helping out her classmates and talking to them. She was just the best student he had ever had.
She is amusing. Every day she comes to him with a story about her mom. Unfortunately, Bucky hadn't met her yet because she was busy with work. Still, he interacted with Amaya’s second contact, Natasha.
At this point, Bucky feels like he knows her. How she likes tulips. Her favorite color is pink, which is Amaya’s favorite, but that’s a funny coincidence. He knows that Amaya and her mom go to the museum every week on the day they have special events for kids. Amaya’s favorite exhibit is the one about mythical creatures.
“Momma likes the one with the paintings. She likes the one with the man who gives the girl a flower.” Amaya tells Bucky. Amaya always goes to Bucky’s desk after finishing her classwork because if she doesn’t, she distracts her classmates. Or give her classmates the answers, so this is the only way to keep her entertained. She always takes this time to draw something for Bucky to hang on his wall of drawings.
“Oh, Mister Bucky! Momma is going to come to pick me up today.” Bucky cursed mentally, completely forgetting today was parent-teacher conference.
Reminder that J.K. Rowling has publicly stated that her fans hate trans people as much as she does, and that those who claim not to hate trans people are lying out of fear.
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Words are futile devices (Peter Parker x Reader Smut)
Summary: When Peter's fear of losing you gets the best of him, he can only find relief by feeling you as close as possible.
Pairing: Tom Holland!Peter Parker x Female!Avenger!Reader
Warnings: smut (minors DNI), Peter and y/n are over 18, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), soft dom Peter, overstimulation, cockwarming, consent is unspoken but it's definitely there (this is a profound established relationship), angst, Peter's NWH trauma mentioned, NWH spoilers, brief mentions of injuries, fluff if you squint
Word count: ~4.2K
A/N: This was inspired by the hotel room scene in Uncharted, and the title by Sufjan Stevens' song Futile Devices, which I first heard on @the-attic-writer's playlist for her lovely AoT fic (I dedicate this one to you, love😘). Hope you guys enjoy!
***
He'd nearly lost you.
It was all Peter could think of as he stared out the window, the beautiful snowfall over New York fading from his vision as the events of the past few days haunted him.
No one knew who he was anymore.
No one but you.
He couldn't imagine being alone in the world after losing the woman who had raised him. The mere thought of going to bed in an empty room as his grief and guilt threatened to swallow him whole… you'd always meant the world to him, but now his whole world was you. Every sign of your presence brought him tremendous comfort - even the sound of running water soothed him, knowing it was you in the shower of your hotel room.
He had nowhere else to go, and you'd refused to go anywhere else than wherever he was. Nothing could keep you from staying by side - not even the danger he'd willingly brought home with him.
He'd nearly lost you.
Had you been as breakable as his friends, as May had been, he wouldn't have been able to save you, either. Every single ounce of pain you'd suffered at the villains' hands, he'd felt as if it were his own. He'd never forget what it felt like - the fear you might slip through his fingers when he least expected it, the same way his aunt had dropped to the ground right after she'd promised she was fine. And though he trusted your abilities as much as he trusted his own, the nightmare he'd lived through had left him with a crippling fear that it might happen again.
He'd nearly lost you.
The more the words rang in his head, the more he had to keep himself from rushing to the bathroom just to wrap you in his arms.
He didn't have to, though. Lost in his thoughts, he hadn't realized the shower had stopped. His tingle was for threats - you were the complete opposite. The surprise of your arms wrapping around him from behind couldn't have come at a better time, the softness of your bathrobe warming his bare back.
HIS KOALA BEAR MASTERLIST
18+
dark!steve AU.
series status: completed
series word count: 45k+
series summary: you and steve have been best friends since you were 5. for the longest time, he has wanted so much more from you. and it’s getting harder for him to stop himself from taking it.
series warning: dark!steve rogers x fem!reader, mature + dark themes, smut, manipulation, toxic friendship, dubcon, naive!reader, adultery, violence.
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🐨 drabbles/headcanons 🐨
11/10 such a good series!!! I loved every single moment of this AHHHH
thank you!!
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Words are futile devices (Peter Parker x Reader Smut)
Summary: When Peter's fear of losing you gets the best of him, he can only find relief by feeling you as close as possible.
Pairing: Tom Holland!Peter Parker x Female!Avenger!Reader
Warnings: smut (minors DNI), Peter and y/n are over 18, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), soft dom Peter, overstimulation, cockwarming, consent is unspoken but it's definitely there (this is a profound established relationship), angst, Peter's NWH trauma mentioned, NWH spoilers, brief mentions of injuries, fluff if you squint
Word count: ~4.2K
A/N: This was inspired by the hotel room scene in Uncharted, and the title by Sufjan Stevens' song Futile Devices, which I first heard on @the-attic-writer's playlist for her lovely AoT fic (I dedicate this one to you, love😘). Hope you guys enjoy!
***
He'd nearly lost you.
It was all Peter could think of as he stared out the window, the beautiful snowfall over New York fading from his vision as the events of the past few days haunted him.
No one knew who he was anymore.
No one but you.
He couldn't imagine being alone in the world after losing the woman who had raised him. The mere thought of going to bed in an empty room as his grief and guilt threatened to swallow him whole… you'd always meant the world to him, but now his whole world was you. Every sign of your presence brought him tremendous comfort - even the sound of running water soothed him, knowing it was you in the shower of your hotel room.
He had nowhere else to go, and you'd refused to go anywhere else than wherever he was. Nothing could keep you from staying by side - not even the danger he'd willingly brought home with him.
He'd nearly lost you.
Had you been as breakable as his friends, as May had been, he wouldn't have been able to save you, either. Every single ounce of pain you'd suffered at the villains' hands, he'd felt as if it were his own. He'd never forget what it felt like - the fear you might slip through his fingers when he least expected it, the same way his aunt had dropped to the ground right after she'd promised she was fine. And though he trusted your abilities as much as he trusted his own, the nightmare he'd lived through had left him with a crippling fear that it might happen again.
He'd nearly lost you.
The more the words rang in his head, the more he had to keep himself from rushing to the bathroom just to wrap you in his arms.
He didn't have to, though. Lost in his thoughts, he hadn't realized the shower had stopped. His tingle was for threats - you were the complete opposite. The surprise of your arms wrapping around him from behind couldn't have come at a better time, the softness of your bathrobe warming his bare back.
this is the most aggressive i've ever seen him get and i for one am positively LIVING for this kind of cold wrath
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