#peacereflected

[screwhope]

@peacereflected ▐ ❛ we don't have a ton of time -- ❜ emma shouldn't technically be here. they were supposed to stay in different rooms of the safe house -- cameras were supposed to be making sure of that. two high priority assests were supposed to be on a tight schedule -- early to bed , early to rise , quicker to finish the mission. but there has been something lingering between the two of them ; beyond the camaraderie of working together so often &* emma's own flirtation , there seemed to be something more happening on winter's side. when else did emma have the chance to see exactly what it was ?

❛ the camera's are looping videos of us sleeping. i don't know how long that will fool them , but ---- i couldn't sleep. ❜ her lips press into a line , a vulnerability crossing her gaze. she's never once pushed for anything from them , simply having her own one-sided fun by flirting. it's always been a sort of game to see the one-man-killing-machine gain that bit of softness when they looked at her ; to know she alone could even dare to flirt in the first place. but what if it wasn't just a game ? what if ----

emma closes her eyes briefly , takes a breath for courage , then refocuses on winter. she steps over to where they sit on the edge of the bed , then reaches out to rest her hand on his cheek. ❛ you can tell me to go back to bed. ❜ her head tilts , gaze roaming winter's face. ❛ or ... you can act without fear of anyone's eyes on you but me. ❜

#peacereflected #𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆. » marvel cinematic universe

[jbbarnes]

@peacereflected / starter call. / for steve.

God, he hated when there were kids involved. They'd huddled against their father's side, the smallest clutched in his arms as Bucky had driven them away from the only life they'd ever known. But their mother had put them in the firing line when she'd joined HYDRA, and now there were targets on their backs – leverage for her, if nothing else. So Bucky had gotten them out, given them a fresh start. But there had been nothing he could say to fix the terror in their eyes.

It was late, but he hadn't been surprised to see the lamps still on in the living room. He'd kicked off his boots, shrugged out of his jacket and slumped down next to Steve on the sofa, curling up against him. Something was playing on the TV, but he paid it no mind.

"Stevie," he breathed, wrapping his arms around Steve's shoulders, hiding his face against his neck. "Hold me for a bit?"

#peacereflected #★⠀⠀⟶⠀⠀pick a star on the dark horizon and follow the light⠀⠀/⠀⠀verse. #soft™

[stripesofbrooklyn]

@peacereflected from here:

"You mean you're going to be a lump on a log all day? You know we could be doing so much," Steve was a busy body in the morning but it seemed that he was indulging the other in a cuddle.

"I suppose we could stay in bed all day and do absolutely nothing if that's what you really want?"

#peacereflected

[qapsiel]

@peacereflected ;; new intimacy prompts (still accepting) Dean said: "I'm not used to being held like that."

                            “LIKE WHAT?” He's on the bed of the smelly motel room, Dean between his outstretched legs, back pressed to Castiel’s front where he stripped down to his white dress shirt because both the suit jacket and the trench coat had gotten wet during their hunt for the Wendigo in the cold Michigan wilderness. He'll put his foot down the next time Dean suggests such a hunt during wintertime in the north; he nearly froze to death at one point, lips already turning blue and fingers and toes stiff. It's only because Castiel pushed some warming grace into him that he didn't end up becoming the new Ötzi for future scientists. And even now, back in the motel with the radiator blasting hot, smelly air into the room, he feels cold to the touch, which is why Castiel climbed on the bed behind him to share some of his endless angelic body heat. (Perhaps there are other reasons, too, though he doesn't want to think about it.) “Like someone who nearly died from hypothermia?” he asks, his fingers twitching against Dean's belly. He even has freckles on the back of his neck, as Castiel sees now. Fascinating.

#peacereflected #peacereflected: dean #( v: undetermined ) #(how about doffing all the clothes for sharing body heat better---)

[selunaris]

*  ―  𝑷𝑹𝑨𝑰𝑺𝑬 𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑲 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

@peacereflected asked:❛  you're a pleasure to use.  ❜ ( from astarion 👀 )

That concept should not have aroused her as much as it did. To have this vampire use her as he saw fit, taking his pleasure and tormenting her. She could hear him chuckle against her neck at that moment, no doubt in response to the rush of wet arousal that allowed his cock to move even easier into her from behind. Fingers curled into her hair and pulled, exposing her neck more fully to him, allowing Astarion to lick and nibble at her neck, his hips slamming harder into her from behind to earn a soft whimper from Luna.

"Please..." She begged, moaning softly as his grip on her hair tightened, pulling at it again. "More-- use me as you wish, Astarion... I love it."

#peacereflected #nsft #OH DEAR #WELP... #'luna's not really an astarion girlie--' #binch she is now #ersigfukjh

[nightmarecountry]

@peacereflected [continued from here]

"no, you won't," the corinthian smiles, leaning back just fast enough to avoid a particularly close snap of teeth at his throat. his grip on teddy's forearms doesn't relent. he holds the thrashing werewolf down with a horrifying ease that doesn't seem to match his physical form: like his power is dependent not on the strength of his muscles and the weight of his body, but on some intangible, invisible force teddy has no way of perceiving or predicting.

"you couldn't stomach me," it tells him, conversationally. it leans down, its teeth white and gleaming in the dark, its breath meatlocker-cold where it hits teddy's face. the scent of this... thing holding him down is impossible to place: appealing and revolting at once.

"you'd spit me right back out."

#ic. #v: the original #peacereflected #peacereflected: teddy #horror tw #[ steeples my fingers. teddy i'm so sorry this thing is such a freak. ] #[ i feel like this is in the waking but they're in an area that the corinthian has been actively hunting in. #and so his sort of dream-logic power has grown significantly... ] #[ hence. teddy not being able to fight this fucker off. ]

[forgaeven1]

❛⠀this isn't what i had in mind when wilson called me for a safehouse, sarj. ❜ she says in lieu of greeting. for a moment, maria doesn't move from her spot by the door, only merely raising her brow at the sight of him bleeding—a puncture? a stab? or is it a bullet wound? we're getting all kind of guesses today—before she does end up stepping forward. maria sighs.

❛⠀c'mon. elbow up. let me see the damage. ❜

@peacereflected — maria starter call

#peacereflected #peacereflected: bucky. #ok cause im not sure how u portray buck after endgame??? #but let me know!!!! #maria. #maria; interactions.

[screwhope]

THIS WAS A TEST. hydra said as much -- go back in time &* secure our access to the tesseract. if she succeeded , she'd get information on her son -- on henry ; his name was henry mills. not only that , but she'd get a way to her realm -- where her family was from. thirty eight years of living on earth with no trace of a lineage , &* they'd be laid at her feet. it's no coincidence that this offer was made just a few days after telling winter &* steve the truth. hydra must have word that she's planning on escaping -- of turning against them. with powers rivaling wanda's , emma was one of hydra's biggest weapons. it made sense that they'd pull out all the stops to keep her on their side.

they hadn't said when. hadn't explained much of anything as they shoved her into a portal that dropped her somewhere in an alley in new york. based on her clothing , she could wager a guess -- 1930s or 40s. that was all she was given ; a quarter-sleeved dress in teal , curled hair that was pinned up in some high-maintenance updo , &* pointed heels that made her dearly miss her combat boots. she knew so little about hydra or the superhero world , even with her two decade stent working -- they knew that ; knew she'd have no trouble accepting a mission if she had no idea what she was getting herself into.

it's why she can't find words when she's helped up from the ground by a younger , far less brutalized version of winter. SHE CAN'T DO ANYTHING BUT STARE AT HIM FOR A FEW LONG SECONDS , emerald gaze melting in to something sad &* adoring all at once. she knew they had a past with steve -- no specific historical lessons were given on the subject. winter certainly hadn't known to tell her. she's been tailed by hydra ever since everyone came back from the snap -- they knew she'd turn against them eventually. the last thing she wanted was to leave a breadcrumb trail straight to winter. so she's never visited the museum. hydra hardly ever let her leave the lab once winter left. steve was easier to learn about -- hero of world war ii , the assumed fall of hydra at his hand , defrosted just before she joined in , once figurehead of s.h.i.e.ld. turned fugitive. TOP OF THE HIT LIST , NEXT TO WINTER. all she'd learned on her own about winter himself was things she could hear in passing out &* about from news papers or radios or phones -- james buchanan barnes , aka the winter soldier , has been cleared of charges. his name. all she really knew was his name. even that she'd only confirmed through steve -- BUCKY.

even then , she can't help herself as she breathes a name in a soft whisper --- ❛ winter. ❜ she doesn't linger long -- she knows better than to be completely off her game. LIE , EMMA. it was cold ; her gaze falls away from him to take in her surroundings , giving her a leg to stand on as she spots some snow. ❛ --- the winter ice. i slipped. i --- thank you. hurt like hell. ❜ she gives his hand a little squeeze , hesitating briefly before she releases her grasp on him. flesh hands ; both warm &* unscarred. ❛ --- what's your name ? i'm emma. can i buy you a coffee or something for stopping to help me ? ❜ HE'S NOT PART OF THE MISSION. he's not even in the army yet -- there's no way he's related to this at all. just a cruel dagger in her side to punish her for her time with winter. still. ❛ i insist. ❜

#its a little vague on how she knows nothing about him but just work with me ansdjfk #just very sheltered and restricted access and always watched bs #peacereflected #𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆. » the winter soldier

[mvnces]

@peacereflected ; starter call time <3

Between the grocery run and putting everything away, Riley had been preoccupied for a good hour or two. He was venturing further into the apartment once everything was settled and put away. "Hey, Winter, can you come here for a second?" It should be terrifying how such an imposing figure could move around so silently. How he could just appear like that. But the blonde found himself smiling at the sight of him before taking a couple steps forward to close the distance. The item he had been holding was offered up for inspection before he was reaching up to actually slid the headband into place on the other man. "Since your hairs gotten so long."

#peacereflected #( * / threads ; r. scott. ) #the terrifying winter soldier but in a cute lil headband <3 #it was this or riley doing winter's hair so it isn't just #dangling in his eyes / face ya know ??

[jbbarnes]

@peacereflected / au starter call. / for steve.

He'd been fussing about this for a week. Becca had been ribbing him mercilessly, because while she was now a ninety-one year old great-grandmother, she would also always be his brat of a baby sister. But he saw the genuine sparkle in her eye every time they looked at each other, the joy that no doubt reflected in his own. And now he'd gotten the call he'd been waiting for.

Some knucklehead had wanted to set the room up like no time had passed at all, but Bucky shot that down pretty quick and refused to budge. For all he wasn't a part of SHIELD, they listened to him like he was, and a phone call from Peggy had done wonders as well. Tricking Steve right now would be cruel. So, while the room was nondescript, it wasn't a soundstage either. Just a normal room, like a fancy hospital or midrange hotel. And Bucky had dressed the same as he always did now, stuff Steve wouldn't have seen him in before. Hoodie, jeans, boots. Sleeves rolled up, prosthetic on show. He kept his phone tucked away though; it would be better to ease into the technology.

Sitting as he was at Steve's bedside, he was inundated with memories of all the times he'd done this before. There'd been a few false starts, the doctors had warned him about them. A few flutters of eyelids and twitches. But now they were coming closer and closer together, and he scooted his chair other until it bumped into the bed frame.

"Stevie?" he murmured, taking one of those big hands in his, rubbing his thumbs over the knuckles. "Think you can wake up for me?"

#peacereflected #★⠀⠀⟶⠀⠀you’ll come back when they call you⠀⠀/⠀⠀verse.

[vekovoysoldat-a]

@peacereflected sent : ❛ tough guy, huh? ❜ ( from keanu )

FIRST OF ALL , HE HATES THIS RIDICULOUS SUIT. It's clinging to him in all the wrong places - making movement far more difficult than Bucky would like but he takes it in his stride - metal arm , hidden by fabric but holding the floor up above them as his gaze finds Keanu's.

"Y'know , considering i just saved your life - a little appreciation wouldn't go amiss." SECOND OF ALL ; he's contemplating his life choices. His agreement with Steve.

#( bucky!cap verse tba ) #peacereflected

[indirecticn]

[continued from here]

the puckered lips, bottom one seemingly more plump and certainly stained a pretty smear of red from the cut it suffered, seem to find their target like eros' speedy golden arrow. one glance, one quick and uncomely gesture of his bloody mouth and a waggled eyebrow and he knows...

(take GOOD care of him...)

message received.

not that loki really knows what the in the hel he's attempting to do besides the new usual, which is flirt shamelessly with the soldier until he can finally pull a bit of rose to his pretty cheeks. this, however, is not something he exactly has time for when he's being paraded down the hall toward the holding cells, a set of restraints like iron to a fae the way they restrict his hands behind his back so easily.

asgardian manufactured, he thinks, and personally bespelled by some apprentice of wong, no doubt, as the loki is already cracking it's bindings one by one, step by step. that doesn't help with the fact that these cuffs truly do resist his strength, though.

his mind is buzzing, jumping from thought to thought in a hurried way like a hare being chased by the hound. the anxiety of this situation doesn't show on his face, especially when he allows himself a moment to catch bucky's eye, but it's there wriggling under his bones and making a very deep nest.

no one is going to believe him, are they?

well, almost no one, he gives one more glance to bucky before losing sight as they round the corner.

it's dark in the cell, the night cast on the headquarters like a blanket, one that a sliver of silver moon can barely penetrate. light from under the door flickers and loki stands up, wrists restrained still.

he hears something, he thinks, and casts a wary glance out the tiny window of the door.

"be a dear a hurry up, my arms are starting to ache," his voice is muffled by the thick glass panel. he has hope, does hope have the face of a man loki is desperate to make flush with sweet, shy embarrassment? one can only hope.

@peacereflected

#peacereflected #loki would be high key anxious af as he is caught and yet still make time to try and flirt shamelessly with bucky

[drianwriight]

Ian's enjoyed the day so far-- they'd arrived early to avoid the queues and it had worked. Breakfast in one of the restaurants, the morning exploring the little market they have, and now they're finally at the rollercoaster, something both of them had been excited for and the very reason they'd come: it was new. It's as the queue progresses that the first anxieties trickle in, and by the time they're almost at the front, Ian has thought of seventeen ways this ride could go horribly wrong. They don't want to spoil the fun for Keanu though so they keep quiet and  nestled into his side. "Yeah, thank you." They respond as the attendant ushers them through. 

In the carriage, they sit staring at the ramp ahead, another scenario playing out in their mind. They don't register him saying their name. Don't register how they're practically shaking, that their breathing has picked up-- then he's touching them, and they jump out of their skin, startled.  They look over to him, still struggling to regulate their breathing.

" I--  It's going to fall, Keanu. " // @peacereflected

#peacereflected #i will always find you // ian&keanu #cw rollercoaster #cw anxiety #cw panic attack

[oldlaomedeiia]

They're sprawled out on the lounge near Desire's gallery, legs dangling over the side as they play a video game on their handheld console - and they are showing absolutely no intention of moving. Cue golden hues flitting over in the Endless' direction.

"It's mine now, ren."

#them being blissfully unaware that your desire may not recognise them . . . . oho #peacereflected #🇹​​🇭​​🇪​ ​🇵​​🇪​​🇦​​🇨​​🇪​​🇫​​🇺​​🇱​ // shiloh

[nightmarecountry]

sneaking off to a public bathroom to make out . ( from keanu 👀 )

The place is filthy; typical nightclub affair, litter and liquids all over the floor, the cologne and perfume in the air not nearly enough to cover the stench of stale alcohol and piss. Broken glass in one corner where someone hadn't cleaned it up properly, an accident just waiting to happen.

The Corinthian shoves Keanu up against the tiled wall to kiss him, narrowly avoiding slamming his spine right into the hand dryer. He's feverish with want tonight; something about this place inspires him, makes him hungrier, and he knows Keanu can feel it.

The smell of sweat and desire permeates this place. Underneath it, a low bassline of anxiety and anticipation from the bodies pressed close to one another, so many people trying to find themselves in each other, so many of them starving for a gentle hand or a rough touch.

If the Corinthian cares at all about whatever the fuck it kneels in (cold, wet) when it drops to unbuckle Keanu's belt, it doesn't show. There's a feral, impatient edge to its movements tonight, mouthing at Keanu the moment he gets the chance.

A low, eager snarl starts in his throat and doesn't stop.

#ic. #v: the original #peacereflected #peacereflected: keanu #spicy text for ts #[ i am so sorry for this. ] #unsanitary tw #[ i didn't even go into detail about how much he's enjoying the stench of testosterone and piss. you're welcome. ]

[nctafraid]

@peacereflected liked for a playlist starter || Rock Bottom ~ Hallie Steinfeld

"We gotta be on the right side of rock bottom, right?" Peter asked, looking up at the older. There was no way things could get worse right? Then again, every time he thought that life had a funny way to prove to him that things could in fact be worse. "Like, the only way from here is up?"

#peacereflected #when you can do the things that i can but you don't and then the bad things happen they happen because of you (peter parker main verse) #//peter is going through it i guess