Based on: “Imagine
baking Loki his favourite Midgardian cake for his birthday, and him
being deeply surprised because he told you when his birthday is just
once and yet you’re the only one that remembered it and made him
celebrate it after many years” by @imaginemarveluniverse
humming was lighting
the kitchen bathed in the soft sunlight. You checked the oven,
looking proudly at the growing cake you had
made by yourself. It seemed to be all right, but you got cautious
previous attempt at
cooling down on one of the kitchen counters, completely burnt and
You sat on one of the chairs,
trying to avoid looking at the ungodly mess you have made in the
process of baking. Flour was covering the floor with a thin layer
that you couldn’t get rid of with the broom. You should probably
wash it, but you felt weak at the mere thought of it. You were so
tired that you could fall asleep standing. Actually, a quick (but
normal) nap was a very tempting thought – your sore legs would
rest, and your eyes, which you have rubbed with a dirty hand, almost
burning them with flavouring…
No! No rest
You wouldn’t survive another round of starting everything from
Of course, you would certainly give up after another defeat if the
cake was meant just for you, but it wasn’t this time. You had a
very special occasion and wanted to make everything perfect…
A knock on the door was as
surprising as unusual. You have barely any close friends and none of
them lived nearby, so there was no chance they would randomly decide
to visit you before speaking to you first. And this couldn’t be the
mailman, because you had a letter-box on the other side of the
building. No one was visiting you like that. Maybe someone got lost
or one of your neighbours wanted to ask you something?
You flattened your hair which
you had no time to even brush today, but gave up on trying to cover
your war with the kitchen – the only thing that could help your
clothes get back to socially acceptable standards was a solid wash.
You opened the door with a
light smile to greet…
You said none of your friends
would visit you unexpectedly? Well, you have forgotten about the one,
now standing right in front of you – the only one that you would be
more than happy to see every other day but today – and the one that
was supposed to come tomorrow. It wouldn’t be such a big deal if
you weren’t preparing him a birthday cake. A kind of surprise. And
a present. Which you were supposed to give him on his bloody
And now he
got suspicious. He probably had the right to be, since you froze in
the doorway, with your thoughts literally screaming and your heart
everything okay…?” Loki asked slowly, furrowing his eyebrows and
peeking in over your shoulder. Your lack of words had
course!” you said with a totally unnatural, high-pitched
voice. And there
“So… May I come in?”
I mean… Nothing is-… Maybe tomorrow, you said tomorrow? Of course
forget about our tomorrow meeting and neither did you, right?” you
rambled, feeling smaller and smaller.
Green eyes looked at you
“If you have a guest, you
can just tell me. I just appeared to be around and thought that I may
come in, but there is no need to…”
no, no!” you almost shouted, but quickly calmed down. The longer
you were postponing it, the worse it was becoming. You took a deep
breath, moving to the side. “No one is here, I just… had
bad day. Kind of. You are welcome anytime.”
hesitated a bit, but entered your home, looking around suspiciously.
He was clearly searching for any signs of what was bothering you, but
besides the ungodly mess in the kitchen, nothing has caught his
attention. He knew your house well enough to catch
change given the amount of time you two
up with there.
“Well, now at least I think
I understand why you didn’t want me to see all this,” Loki
gestured to the pile of dirty dishes completely covering the sink.
shrugged, standing at the doorframe. You had to admit that the tall
man in a visibly expensive suit in no way fitted in that room. You
were actually surprised that he came inside of it, not afraid of
omnipresent mess. Thank God that Loki was your friend and wouldn’t
get mad over some stains on his clothes that you were almost sure
would appear out of nowhere. Or at least you thought he would. It
wasn’t your fault
spilled some things. A few times. Because you happened to be a little
bit too enthusiastic.
still seem to be stressed,” Loki noticed, making himself sit
comfortable on one of the chairs. He crossed his long legs, piercing
you with his gaze
had no way to avoid.
bad day,” you carefully selected your words, knowing that
on thin ice. You could almost hear it breaking as Loki was working
you out openly. “Nothing serious. Tried to keep my mind away from
everything, and well, you see what happened.”
“You mean this burning…
“Yeah, I kind of forgot
about it for a bit too long, got distracted. I’ll have to throw it
“I meant the one burning
“Wha-…? Oh, shit-…!”
you rushed to the oven, almost breaking your legs on the way.
even bother to look for a dishcloth, hissing over the sting of pain
when the temperature kissed your palms. And almost destroyed your
cake, apparently. You put it on the table, between empty packages and
a sugar container. It didn’t smell that
bad, but the obvious black spots on the sides were ruthless. And you
were so close… But, after putting some icing that would easily
cover them, a very thin layer of icing, maybe of different colours,
Loki observed the race of
emotions on your face. You were like an open book for him after all
those years of knowing each other. He had a sarcastic comment on the
tip of his tongue, but let it go, seeing how downcast you were.
The man cleared his throat.
“I bet it tastes better than
it looks like.”
“It doesn’t look bad. Look
there – this is a burnt cake. This one is… just slightly more
“Who have you made this
for?” Loki asked curiously.
“No one,” you answered a
little too quickly for him not to notice.
wolfishly. You felt a rock forming in your throat. You knew that grin
– it meant that Loki would never drop the subject that sparked
his interest before getting to know every detail.
“So I may have a piece after
it cools down?” he asked innocently.
“No, you can’t,” you
“Because I have to decorate
“Oh, come on,” Loki
smirked. “One piece won’t ruin your very necessary decorations.”
“Yes, it will, because this
has to be perfect.”
“But you just said you made
it for yourself. Since when do you care over the look and not the
taste…? It’s so uncommon of you, I am starting to worry about
you, you know?”
You groaned loudly, accepting
your defeat. He would never stop, and you were too tired to argue
with him for hours.
“I hate you,” you
muttered, resting your head on the table.
“And you still didn’t
“Because it’s for your
birthday, maybe?! Okay, I know it’s not today, but you were
supposed to come tomorrow. That’s why everything is a mess and I’m
completely not prepared… Loki, why are you so pale? I mean, more
pale than usual. Is everything okay?”
Loki was indeed frozen, with
pure disbelief on his face.
“You did… what? How did
you know about my birthday?” he uttered, suddenly in loss for
“You told me.”
was ages ago!”
got this thing called a calendar. I just made a note, Loki. There is
no need to act so surprised. Besides, you scare me and I’m not sure
if you are okay or not… I tried, okay? I’ve just always been a
disaster in the kitchen, that’s why I screwed it up…”
okay?” He repeated your words with raised
“Are you actually asking me if I’m okay with my
first birthday present in years? Do I look like I hate receiving
goods? I’m a god, I love all of them, let’s be honest…”
You stopped him.
you’re saying that no one
And now let’s move on to the main course, because the more I look
at it, the happier
Loki licked his lips, which earned him a small laugh from you. It was
another great thing about that day and it was still early.
forgotten how enjoyable birthdays could be when celebrated with
someone close. He smiled to himself when you were looking for a
One shot CaptainSwan fic. Killian is back from Neverland and his nightmares have returned. He needs help getting through the night. Angst and sex. Just like I like it 😏Rated M for smut.
Killian could smell smoke. It was acrid and so thick it permeated the skin of all those near it. He could hear the crying of those trapped down in the underworld with him and covered his ears in a pathetic attempt to drown them out. Not even the cries of the Lost Boys compared to the cries of the tortured souls Hades kept locked here. He closed his eyes but could still see the dank, cement walls of his cell. The moisture that collected there called out to him, begging him to quench his thirst, but he knew that if he did, it would scorch his tongue. It hurt to breathe and the beating he’d just taken at Hades command left him with at least one broken rib. It was dark and so hot and damp he had chills dimpling his flesh. He heard something coming closer to him. It sounded like hooves hitting concrete. He felt hot breath hit the back of his neck and knew someone or something was behind him. Too terrified to move he stood there, eyes closed praying it goes away. When he opens them, he is on the Jolly Roger. He takes a deep breath, relaxing instantly. The wheel beneath his hands, he can see his crew scurrying about performing their duties. The sky is bright and the sun is blinding in its glow. He turns his face to the sun letting it soak into his body. Suddenly he is standing in the middle of Main St in Storybrooke. It’s dark and raining, and the street lights are making the raindrops glow. He sees David and Henry standing under the lamps, Henry clutching his grandfather’s side. He turns and sees Emma face to face with a hooded figure. He tries to call out to her, to warn her, but he only manages to distracts he and the figure pushes a sword through her stomach. Killian cries out in anguish and runs toward her. He is crying, tears leaving hot tracks down his face. As he reaches down to pick her up, she disappears like a mist between his fingers. Looking around desperately for help he sees Rumpelstiltskin, skin golden, standing in front of his shop, grinning. Help me crocodile Killian pleads with him. And why would I do that dearie? If I help you it would surely come with a price, one you wouldn’t want to pay. You need to wake up…Killian…wake up!
this week’s hotel picky tokky room was voted…..room 3!!! and the theme is lava lamp! room specific amenities include a split light-up bath, a fire place (also with its own funky lighting settings), an incense station with a bunch of diff calmin scents like jasmine n sandalwood , and a wiggly water bed !!
what room will we reserve next week? ( ^o ^)o besides 3 n 8, there are still rooms from 1-12, so let’s choose a number!
drink tea! green tea always seem to do the job for me. you’ll feel rejuvenated and relaxed plus, it’s healthy and rlly good for you! here are some tea facts if ya wanna know more hehe
take a bath. a long long loooong warm bath. bring out your bath bombs too! just relax and free yourself from all the stuff going on. you’ll feel good and energized after!
and before you take a bath, light up your favorite scented candle. fresh cinnamon rolls, fresh linens, or vanilla; it’s up to you! when you get out of your bath, your room will smell like your favorite scent and you’ll feel extra calm!
read a book. reading books is one way to escape reality! pick your all time favorite or maybe read a new book that intrigues you and let yourself get lost in in it.
not a reader? watch your favorite movie or tv series! most of the people I know say that Friends is the best comedy show out there. but personally, pixar/disney movies are my go to for when im feeling sad!
EAT EAT EAT. order yourself a whole box of pizza. maybe a box of 20 mcnuggets will do the trick! who cares how much calories are in that bowl of mac n cheese? oh you want bacon fries too? then just do it!! do it for yourself and eat your heart out til you feel okay
play with your pet/s! walk your dog out, get some new toys for your bunnies, feed your turtle! caring for your pets is a good way to de-stress yourself as well
talk it out with someone. doesn’t matter if it’s your best friend, your sibling, your parent, or your teacher; just choose someone who you trust and will listen to you! don’t hold anything back and just let it all out
if you don’t feel comfortable talking it out with someone then write it down. get a journal and write how your day went. in detail. write about the man you rode the train with today. describe how bright the sun shined, how strong the rain was or how beautiful this stranger’s eyes looked like in the sun. write about how you felt and why you felt that way. you’ll feel liberated after doing so.
if you’re not good with words, then draw it out! make a painting, a drawing, a quick sketch, heck, a doodle is fine too.
take a short walk! you’ll be able to sneak in a bit of exercise too!
drown yourself in music. get on your favorite band’s cd or your favorite playlist, turn up the volume and sing your heart out! this technique honestly works on me like magic, I feel sooo good afterwards!
get some sleep! take a 30 minute nap or maybe sleep for 14 hours straight! sleeping is my last resort when i’m having one of those days. maybe you’re just too caught up with everything that is happening in your life and ya need to take a quick break from all of it!
but most importantly, take time. don’t force yourself to be okay or happy right away. work on yourself to become the best version that you can be! :~)
Summary: Having been on the streets with his sister from a young age, Eren is used to skirting around the law to get by. He’d long since discarded any childhood dreams of joining the Survey Corps; his focus now was to help provide for and protect Mikasa, her son, and the secret that could very well get them killed. He was doing just fine after joining a street gang, until of course fate decided to literally fling him straight into the line of sight of the one man with a reputation for hunting down criminals like himself; Captain Levi of the Survey Corps.
An AU where Eren is a street rat and Levi is the young Survey Corps Captain who is intrigued by the bright-eyed boy with a secret…
Eren Yeager is on an errand when he comes across a girl in the underground city who is being held captive by two men. Putting his life at risk, Eren does anything to save her, relying on nothing but his determination and unwillingness to see her hurt. As they’re backed into a corner, they are suddenly saved by none other than Levi Ackerman, the strongest thug in the underground. Eren can’t help but feel drawn to him, but will his feelings for this famous criminal wind up getting him hurt?
When Eren finds himself stuck in what is essentially a halfway house for supernaturally inclined misfits, there’s no stopping the veritable shopping list of events that leave him pushed closer and closer to ex-exorcist, Levi. But when is it ever that simple?
Watching Eren’s confidence and determination gradually deteriorate as he feels the weight of endless death and failure is the catalyst to a sudden change in Levi’s perspective on freedom and the future of humanity. There may be no turning back, but you must make the decision that you’ll regret the least.
Eren never thought he needed group therapy. Eren never wanted group therapy. Even getting him into physical therapy was tough. But now, one car accident and two worried friends later, Eren finds himself thrust into the world of group therapy for people like him. People with PTSD, the wounded veterans. Little did he know that this group would be made up of the people who haunt him in his nightmares. Including, but not limited to, the man who he blames for the loss of his lower leg. The man who led him into battle. Corporal Levi.
Shortly after his mother passed away, Eren decides he wants to get a tattoo to remember her by. The problem is that Levi, the short, snarky tattoo artist Eren goes to refuses to tattoo anyone under 18 without parental approval. Eren hadn’t been planning on sharing his sob story with anyone, but he refuses to leave the hole-in-the-wall tattoo parlour until he gets what he came for.
Growing up, Eren’s mother had told him he couldn’t go outside Shiganshina because his village was different from the rest of the world. She said the world wouldn’t understand him because he was special, and that made it dangerous. But Eren wanted to see what lies beyond the only place he’s ever known. He could never have imagined that one day his mother’s warning would be proved right in the most horrifying way, showing him the darkest side of the human world. Is Eren fated to spend his life as a caged animal?
Prickly, recently single, graphic designer Levi has just started at a new office when a Manic Pixie Dream Boy busker named Eren sets up his bucket drum outside his office and throws his whole life into orbit. Levi was blessed with every sound a bucket could make. The Cup Song with a bucket? Levi had heard it. Any drum solo from Rush? Levi heard it a dozen times over. Hot For Teacher? Check. Moby Dick by Led Zeppelin? Check. Since The Jägermeister didn’t have a cymbal he made little whippish noises with his mouth. He also didn’t sing anything, just shouted out enough lyrics at full volume so his audience got the idea. He made up poems (if you could call them that) on the spot about the people walking by. “Hot soccer mom looking hot doing soccer!” He also shouted random phrases like a drum major issuing commands. “I’m a cymballer, rimshot caller!” was one of Levi’s personal favorites.
Levi is a military Captain with the US Marine Corps in charge of a very small, elite reconnaissance force responsible for surveying enemy territory before the military formally makes its move. Eren is a rebellious trouble maker who shuffles in and out of lock-up until his twenty-first birthday when the judge offers him a choice between military service or prison time. Little does he know that his decision, and the unapproachable captain he’s stuck with, will change his life.
To secure funding to support the Survey Corps for a further two years, Levi and Erwin must agree to arranged marriages to two of Shiganshina’s finest Omegas. Yet neither Eren nor Armin are what the two Alphas expected and life with their new husbands is shaping up to be far more challenging than any of them bargained for.
Summary: After watching his father brutally murder his mother, barely escaping with his life, Eren Jaeger moved from one foster house to another, never really finding a place to call home. Now that he is grown, he lives with Mikasa and Armin in a dilapidated old house, but all is not well. The loss of his mother at his father’s hands, along with the brutal treatment he received for his sexuality, as well as repeated failures in all aspects of his life have left him hollow and broken. Though he had tried before to end his life and failed, with a fistful of pills and the knowledge that his friends are gone for the weekend, Eren was sure that this time he would succeed. At the last moment he hesitated. His only regrets would be leaving Mikasa and Armin behind, and never confessing his feelings to the owner of the bookstore he works at. After realizing he had nothing to lose, he decided to tell Levi how he feels before ridding the world of himself for good. Even if Levi rejects him, it doesn’t matter. What’s he gonna do?
Summary:Eren was just stretching his aching back when suddenly a silver light shone up, bathing the cozy common room in an unusual light. He nearly jumped out of his chair when he caught sight of the patronus in front of him. His breath hitched and for a moment there he just stared at it blankly, not even realizing that this patronus might actually be here for him.
Because there’s not nearly enough good Harry Potter AUs for this fandom and I desperately needed some magic and soulmates.
Summary: Eren Yeager is young man who lives in the village in the outskirts of The Forest of Giant Trees. One day while venturing out to visit his grandmother, he finds himself under attack by the wolves living in the forest that he had always been warned about.
Luckily, he’s saved by Levi- who is a werewolf and heir to the position of pack leader, a Prince by human standards. Upon saving Eren, he finds that he and the human are mates- which could spell disaster for Levi’s ascension into pack leader as humans are rarely trusted by wolves and many think Eren to be evil incarnate.
Levi is a world renowned violinist with a tortured past. He battles with severe depression and in order to feel the passion needed to play, he must self harm. He’s done a perfect job of keeping this dark side of himself hidden from the public eye, but when he meets a young up-and-coming violinist, it’s only a matter of time before the boy discovers what’s hidden behind Levi’s perfectly constructed mask.
That’s all for now. I’ll be making more ereri fic rec lists like this in the future, though. :)