#also i wrote this on my phone and didn't edit this so just. look over any mistakes pls

[thecollectionsof]

Henlo Gi, 67 for the asks?

"I met you in a dream"

hi eli!! sorry it’s hours late, i wrote this at work lol. this was such a fun ask, i hope you’re having a great day today <3

(and it became a small dayasco fic oops)

67. If a fic was titled [insert made up title], what would this story be about/how would you write it?

Daya always knew her dreams were different. She didn’t dream of flying, or adventures, or school. She never woke up in the middle of the night shaking due to nightmares, or had abstract dreams so weird they were unexplainable. Her mom said that this was normal for the people in her family—every child born to her family line had special dreams. Prophetic dreams.

Daya thought these dreams were stupid. They told her interesting things sometimes, yes, but they spoiled movies, ruined surprises, and even predicted her diabetic alopecia. At least they gave her some warning, but still. She wanted to dream like everyone else, to wake up in the morning and laugh at weird things, have dreams be a source of inspiration and comfort. Not whatever this was. Not whoever this was.

Ever since the night of her 21st birthday, she’d been having dreams about a girl. The girl was about her age, maybe a bit older. She had blonde hair, two differently colored eyes, and was only a bit shorter than she was. Daya saw this girl everywhere in her dreams, but most of the time she saw her in her apartment. (And she didn’t want to think too hard about it, but she often saw her in her bed. Their bed, if her assumption was right and the girl was going to move in with her.)

But now Daya was 26, and she was tired of waiting. She had watched the girl grow through these past few years, start transitioning—Daya had to look up what the shots she was taking were, but apparently the girl was on hormones. Daya didn’t daydream about helping her with her shots when she saw how she flinched every time, because that would be weird. (She did. She watched her dream self bend down and kiss her on the forehead before helping give her the shot. The girl didn’t flinch that time.)

She wanted what her future self had. She wanted to love and be loved like she saw in her dreams. She just had to find the girl first.

That led to today, a random day in June. Her sister, Crystal, insisted that the two of them go to a specific department store at exactly 12:04, but she wouldn’t say exactly why—which meant it was a dream. It always was.

“Crys, I get that we’re waiting for something, to happen, but if we keep standing in the middle of the candle aisle I’m going to buy them and use them burn your house down,” Daya complains uselessly, already knowing that Crystal wouldn’t budge until she was satisfied that the thing in her dreams had occurred.

“No, wait, it has to be soon. Be patient,” Crystal replies, staring at her watch. She had worn a watch as long as Daya could remember, obsessed with knowing when her dreams would happen in the real world. Daya was more lax with it, just allowing things to happen to her when they happened.

“But I’m hungry. You made me leave my leftovers from last night at home, and I was so excited to eat them, too!” Daya continues, ignoring Crystal’s request for patience, “And you still haven’t explained what we’re doing here.”

Crystal keeps her focus on her watch. “Two minutes,” she murmurs to herself, and Daya gives up, sitting in the ground in the middle of the aisle with a huff.

What a sight they must be, Daya thinks, One brightly colored idiot dead-staring her watch and counting the seconds, and her slightly less flamboyant companion sprawled on the ground. How fun.

“One minute!” Crystal exclaims, excitement (for what? Daya still didn’t know) visible on her face despite her unwavering gaze at her wrist.

Daya sits in silence as Crystal counts down each second.

60, 59, 58…

Daya wonders what the dream could’ve shown, for Crystal to be this excited.

50, 49, 48…

Last time she was this excited, she met Gigi. Now they’re engaged.

40, 39, 38…

Maybe she’s meeting someone else? But why here, at a department store?

30, 29, 28…

And why bring Daya? That was her biggest question. Why was it so important for her to be there?

20, 19, 18…

Maybe it was a relative. Or someone that Crystal’s wanted Daya to meet for a while, like her friend Nicky who lives in NYC.

10, 9, 8…

But that wouldn’t make sense. She’d just call her up to hang out, like she had in the past.

7, 6, 5…

So this was different.

4…

This was something to do with her.

3…

And Crystal was acting how she acts when she was about to meet Gigi.

2…

Wait.

1.

Daya looks up. And there she was, looking exactly like she always did. But now Daya—the real Daya, the Daya in the present—could reach out and touch her.

“Hi? Why are you sitting on the ground?” the girl asks, and Daya scrambles to her feet. She’s struck dumb, unable to form a coherent sentence that wouldn’t make her sound crazy. She should explain herself, or maybe compliment the girl?

“I met you in a dream,” she says instead, and then turns bright red and crumples to the ground. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to say that.”

“Really? Cool dream, then.” The girl says, seemingly unaffected by Daya’s awkwardness. She holds out one perfectly manicured hand, and Daya fits her hand into it, allowing herself to be hoisted up. She can’t help but notice how her chipping black nail polish contrasts the girl’s perfect blue polish as she lets go of the girl’s hand.

“I’m Bosco. And I’m interested in this dream. Mind telling me about it over some coffee?” The girl—Bosco—introduces herself with a small smile, and Daya is left breathless by the sight.

“Yes! I mean, yeah, that sounds good. Now?” Daya makes a mental note to kill Crystal for giving her no warning that this is what she was waiting for. Crystal, probably predicting this, is nowhere to be found.

“If you’re free, I know a good place a few minutes from here. C’mon.” Bosco grabs her hand and they navigate their way out of the store. Daya feels faint, but she knows her sugars are fine—all she can focus on is Bosco’s hand in hers, the warmth and the weight both familiar and new all at once.

They get out of the store, and Daya catches Bosco looking at her. She grins, squeezing her hand.

“Can I tell you something weird?” Bosco starts, staring at her with some unknown expression. Daya swallows, nervous but emboldened by Bosco’s hand remaining in hers. “I've been dreaming about you, too.”

#i didn’t mean to make it a fic #but then i started writing and it just. happened #petitmonde #dayasco #asks! #gi writing? it's more likely than you think #also i wrote this on my phone and didn't edit this so just. look over any mistakes pls

[preeningpisces]

JJK Men vs. Tinder

What the men are like on Tinder! Non-Curse AU

AN: I discussed these with my sister & it’s such a fun topic. If you have any thoughts/headcanons, pls share them!

Includes: Choso, Geto, Gojo, Kenjaku, Nanami, Sukuna, Toji

Below the cut, toxic behavior, implied f!reader, enjoy!

Choso

❥ Photos: not the best at taking photos. They’re awkward, but in an endearing way. A classic above view selfie where he tries to look neutral/cool, but it ends up looking kind of pouty and oh-so babygirl. A photo with itadori with a forced smile, and one that itadori took of him while they were at an arcade & he won a plushie from a claw machine

❥ Bio: itadori did some major editing because Choso wrote like a whole paragraph that no one wants to read

Hi! New to the dating scene. If you like video games, anime or sci-fi too then should talk🖤

❥ Opener: pretty standard, afraid of coming off like a creep because he's awkward

hi how are you?

❥ Messaging: makes you feel like you’re messaging a bot at first because his responses are pretty fast because he's eager, but also straightforward and bland because he doesn't want to say something wrong. Itadori has to come in & do damage control until Choso can see you're interested. Very much a penpal--might be a week or more before he asks you out. He's the type that wants to have an emotional connection going on a date

❥ How he asks you out: he's nervous but he's direct. Stares the phone down until you reply

I really like you and want to meet you. do you want to go on a date?

❥ First date: he’ll take you somewhere sweet and fun, like an arcade or a carnival. Having activities takes some pressure off, which helps with his nerves a lot. Googled how to act on a date, so he brings flowers - aaaaw. Pays too, even if funds are tight.

❥ If it doesn’t work out: omg having to end things will STRESS HIM THE FUCK OUT. He's going to mull over the decision for a hot minute before he does it. He's apologetic, but makes it clear that he doesn't want to see you anymore

♡ ♡ ♡

Geto

❥ Photos: the best at taking photos. They’re pretty normal for the most part, one with him petting a cat, another at a cafe with Gojo and Shoko. But he has a pretentious black & white photo of him reading a book or staring off to the side. He looks so pretty it cancels out the cringe tho

❥ Bio: keeps it simple, he believes it's better not reveal too much. That's what getting to know someone is for, afterall. Definitely has his spotify connected

Looking for real connection, someone that's my bestfriend before anything else. Always looking for new music, any song recs?

❥ Opener: opens with something from your profile to show he actually read it and didn't just swipe because of your looks, and to start with an interesting convo!

Saw you like reading. What’s the best book you’ve read so far this year?

❥ Messaging: engaging conversationalist, but not the type to instant message endlessly. Doesn't take forever to respond tho, and if he's about to become busy he'll warn you. Will ask more questions about you than he will share about himself. Gotta keep up that mysterious art hoe vibe he ikes to give off

❥ How he asks you out: would ask you out pretty quickly, perhaps after talking for 2 days or a day and a half. You’d be instant messaging, and he just says your name as if he’s about to say something serious, & lets it hang there for a moment before following up with:

I’ve really enjoyed talking, we should go on a date

❥ First date: chill but gives you something to talk about. Museum, aquarium, bar with a jazz music night, pottery class, etc. Gentlemanly but in a cool way, if that makes sense? Not quite as strict as Nanami, but you will feel a bit like a princess. Definitely pays! Cuts out the awkwardness by saying he's going to cover things before you even go

❥ If it doesn’t work out: lowkey kind of dismissive! He’s not going to outright ghost you…but he’ll breadcrumb you until you bring it up

♡ ♡ ♡

Gojo

❥ Photos: has the most normal photos. Always looks like he’s having fun & hanging with people. One where he took an unwilling selfie with Nanami, another of him standing over a maximum height chart at an amusement park with an exaggerated pout, and a video deadlifting Geto at the gym with passerbys staring judgementally

❥ Bio: uses the stereotypical bios but ironically. You need 3D chess insight to know he’s joking because it kind of suits him LOL

If you like pineapple on pizza, it’s not gonna work 🙅‍♂️🙅‍♂️🙅‍♂️ looking for my partner in crime. The Pam to my Jim 🥰 short king 👑 let me climb you like a tree mens 14 shoes, if you know what I mean 😈

❥ Opener: Gojo likes a casual and playful approach. If your profile has something funny he'll open with that

heeeeey what’s up?

❥ Messaging: weaponizes girl texting. Playful, cheeky. Instant messanger most of the time, but will randomly disappear for a whole day and come back with a lame explanation like 'sorry, was busy with work'

❥ How he asks you out: he’d ask while you’re joking around, after you roast him. Will text for several days before meeting up

mmhm why don't you come say that to my face? 🤨 this weekend over coffee my treat definitely not a date or anything

❥ First date: surprisingly, he goes for the classic coffee shop, window shopping, or movie type dates. Very lackadaisical when planning--kind of stressful if you're a big planner or have a tight schedule. A lot more chill on the date than he was over text. Will pay for everything, obviously, might even buy something you see and casually mention liking

❥ If it doesn’t work out: straight up ghosts you - sorry buddy. He just doesn't like dealing with that mess, and to him, if you haven't been seeing each other that long he doesn't feel obligated to end things directly

♡ ♡ ♡

Kenjaku

❥ Photos: normal, flattering, down to earth. He wants people to swipe so he can mess with them. On other occasions, MIGHT use random people's photos and catfish just because he was feeling goofy. Has been banned SEVERAL times

❥ Bio: Kenjaku is tricky. His profile and approaches change all the time because he's the type that wants to do 'social experiments' on Tinder. I can see him doing the whole 'I made the most toxic profile to see if ppl will still match with me' or making one that comes off SO sketchy it's insane anyone would talk to him. Even worse, will make one looking for a serious relationship only to commit psychological warfare on the poor sap who matched.

❥ Opener: depends on what he wants. Very much a wild card. Some examples:

sends a questionable link - it's a photo of your house from Google Streetview

If being normal, like Geto he comments on something from your profile: you like hiking, have you been to X trail? It has great shade

❥ Messaging: eratic. Either endless chatter, or radio silence. Definitely the most verbose of the bunch--if you've caught his interest or bring up a topic he likes he's texting paragraphs. Will get bored easily if you're a dry texter. Occasionally sends voice memos because it's like a one-sided phone call LOL . Sometimes he asks out quickly, sometimes he doesn't. Sigh.

❥ How he asks you out: I'm a broken record at this point, but it depends on his intent! Sometimes he's charming, sometimes he's insane and wants to creep you out

I have tickets to X, want to join me?

That cafe you went to yesterday looks nice, we should go together sometime

❥ First date: if he's trying to charm you, he'll take you somewhere he knows you like (that he can stand) OR somewhere entertaining like an open mic comedy night. If he's being a menace, he'll take you somewhere really weird like a Quaker meeting (thank you fleabag). Or just stand you up. He'll actually be there, just to watch how you react

❥ If it doesn’t work: will gaslight you into believing YOU'RE the one with the problem and are the reason it isn't working. You might delete the app after suffering this demon

♡ ♡ ♡

Nanami

❥ Photos: his company headshot photo, a few work function photos that he’s cropped and are blurry. He’s not smiling in any of them, except for one of him accepting an award at work where he gave the smallest smile for the photo to look agreeable.

❥ Bio: fills it out like a job application. Straight to the point.

Dating with intention. I enjoy reading and cooking. I look forward to speaking with you.

❥ Opener: Nothing crazy - very standard but more formal than typical

Good afternoon, how are you doing?

❥ Messaging: very formal and polite, doesn’t like small talk but will engage in interesting convos. Doesn't reply instantly, but doesn't leave you hanging for hours--he's a busy guy, afterall. Respectful of your time, and expects that in return. Prefers phone calls! Especially while he's making dinner.

❥ How he asks you out: he’s very effecient, he’s not going to be your penpal. He’ll ask you out within the first day of talking if he’s feeling the right vibe. Thinks meeting in person is better for getting to know someone. Will arrange all the plans and make sure it works with both of your schedules comfortably

I would like to get to know you better. Would you be interested in dinner at XX?

❥ First date: classic dinner man! Won’t take you somewhere intimidating, but definitely something nicer. He doesn’t go on dates willy nilly, so he’s going to treat you right. Will be baffled if you offer to pay

❥ If it doesn’t work: Very respectful, of course. He'll let you know quickly as well and won't lead you on. Will thank you for going on a date with him and say it was a pleasure to meet you.

♡ ♡ ♡

Sukuna

❥ Photos: a shirtless pic with him flexing, one of those middle-aged man selfies where they look stern but also a bit confused bc they aren't sure they're doing it right LOL. One of his car or a bike. He's gotta look badass but kind of looks lame

❥ Bio: BOSSY. He basically has a DNI list but for swiping. Sees it as you being audacious if you swipe on him and aren't worth his time

If you're clingy, desperate, have kids or a moron don't bother

❥ Opener: will say something about your appearance - whether this is positive or negative entirely depends on why he swiped. Somtimes he'll swipe on ppl he finds ugly just to see if he gets a match. He's an asshole like that

You look sexy as hell in that 3rd picture

Don't get your hopes up. You're fucking ugly, just thought you needed to know

❥ Messaging: very dry texter. Don’t ask multiple questions, only 1 will be answered. Takes long to reply as well. Prefers calls, but doesn't like calls where it's just chatting to chat yknow?

❥ How he asks you out: basically tells you you're going out LOL. Will ask you out pretty quickly, he just doesn't care for texting that much

Come to X on Friday. We're getting food.

❥ First date: He's going to take you to dinner, but is one of those annoying mfers that's like 'if she won't get messy in public she's too full of herself' so it'll be like bbq or wings at a sports bar. 50-50 type of guy. He's not spending $$ on someone he doesn't know

❥If it doesn't work: oh you know he's going to be ruthless. Your ego isn't going to be wounded, it's going to be evaporated

♡ ♡ ♡

Toji

❥ Photos: only 2 photos - a shirtless, dirty mirror selfie with flash obscuring most of his face & a gym selfie where he’s flexing

❥ Bio: tinder isn’t important to him, so he isn’t going to put effort into his profile, but if it catches him the occasional hookup he won’t complain. One of those terrifying mfers that straight up puts their number on their profile (I'm always tempted to send them something insane)

Not on here often. shoot me a text if we match (XXX) XXX-XXXX

❥ Opener: he doesn’t usually open, you gotta text him first. What a bitch. If he does open he'll comment on a photo, something that stands out so it isn't odd to comment on it, but still invovles your appearance somehow so it lets you know he's basically checked you out. He knows being too bold will scare most ppl off

I like the hair. suits you

❥ Messaging: nonchalant, and doesn't reply quickly. Dry, but not as dry as Sukuna. Big breadcrumber - engages juuuust enough to keep you around

❥ How he asks you out: Toji’s intention is usually hookups, so he’s pretty straightforward & will ask if you want to meet that night. Too old for ‘you up’ or ‘wyd’

I’m at X. Want to join for drinks?

❥ First date: usually a bar. Then his or your place. Very low effort. Whether he pays or not depends on you, to be honest. If he gets the vibe you don't care, he won't offer. If he gets the vibe you will care, he'll pay. Very good at reading people

❥ If it doesn’t work out: ghosts, but keeps your number if he wants to hit you up again. You’ll probably get a text 3 months later LOL

♡ ♡ ♡

#this was so fun they’re all such losers #dreams of choso ☁︎ #dreams of geto ☁︎ #dreams of gojo ☁︎ #dreams of kenjaku ☁︎ #dreams of nanami ☁︎ #dreams of sukuna ☁︎ #dreams of toji ☁︎ #jjk headcanons #choso headcanons #geto headcanons #gojo headcanons #kenjaku headcanons #nanami headcanons #sukuna headcanons #toji headcanons #choso x reader #geto x reader #gojo x reader #kenjaku x reader #nanami x reader #sukuna x reader #toji x reader #divider by benkeibear #divider by animatedglittergraphics n more #headcanons ☽ #dreams ☽ #sweet dreams ☽

[midnightwrriting]

Distractions

This is based on one of my headcanons I wrote...

summary: Dalton likes drawing on your hand rather then talking to people.

warning : mentions of anxiety, fluff.

word count: 920

did not proof read.

When hanging out with new people, Dalton always found it hard to talk to them. He would get nervous, and most people knew him by that, he was also known as 'y/n's boyfriend' and he was fine with that.

You had to meet some friends at the cafe before going on your date with him, but because it was a close call for the reservation, you thought it would be easier for him to come with.

"Ready love?" He shuffled to your desk as you finished your hair. 'So beautiful,' he thought. He could stare at you for hours. Your eyes, the hue of the (e/c) made him melt, and the way you always had such a soft smile.

"Yeah, let me get my shoes on." You looked around the room for them and saw them by the bed. Slipping them on, you added some ChapStick and called it good.

"Alright, let's get going." Standing up, your hands rested on his chest. The feeling of them gave him a sense of comfort, yet still, after months of dating, any slight touch from you makes his breath hitch. You kissed his cheek and made your way to the door.

"Hold on." he quickly turned back to the desk and grabbed something. You couldn't see it but didn't press what it was, leaving the dorm he grabbed your hand walking side by side.

The sun was already setting, the warm summer wind slowly turning into a crisp cold breeze. A comfortable silence lay between you and your boyfriend. You know he's not the biggest talker in public, but with just you and Chris behind closed doors, he won't ever shut up.

Cars passed by as you continued your walk to the café his hand held yours so tightly, you could tell he was nervous. He was always like this being out in public, he just held onto you and kept close. Your thumb brushed over his knuckles, your way of comforting him.

The cafe was a few steps ahead, "we'll be in and out" your voice was like silk to his ears. He smiled and followed you in, your friends sat at a table that was in the corner. "Hey, sorry I'm late" you sat next to Jess, and Dalton sat at the end of the table right next to you.

"No worries we were just talking about other things while we waited, should we go over the main plans now and then we can meet up again in two days" Lola was the main leader in your group when projects we assigned.

"Yeah, that sounds perfect!" you smiled and took your phone out to write some notes. Dalton sat peaceful next to you while you and the others went over the topic for the assignment. Your right hand was typing in your notes while your left hand laid in Dalton's lap.

He traced and played with your fingers and sat listening, "great so y/n I know it's a lot but are you okay with drawing a blueprint and then maybe you can write two of the paragraphs and then Jess you can edit and finish the last paragraphs?" you shook your head yes as Jess hopped into the conversation.

All of a sudden you felt a coldness on your hand, looking over at Dalton you saw he pulled a pen out and started drawing on your hand, he held your hand so softly, and instead of forcing you to turn your hand he turned his body as he drew. You could feel the coldness of the ink hitting your skin and the light traces he made.

This was your favorite thing ever, knowing it brought some kind of comfort to Dalton made you happy. You could see his face peaking from his hair, he looked so considerate and so hot-

"Great so we have about two weeks for this to be done but if we just stay on track with our parts, we should get it done in a week!" Lola's voice filled your ears making you turn your attention away from Dalton.

"Okay, sweet that sounds good" your hands closed on Dalton's making him look up, "I'll get started tomorrow, but for now I have a day with this cute boy here, so I'll catch you guys later" everyone smiled as they looked at Dalton, he was looking at you with rose cheeks. With the attention on him he could feel his face heat up.

"Alright love bird have fun!" Lola smiled and waved you both away.

"Not too much fun though" jess make a smirking face eyeing the both of you.

Dalton grabbed your coat slipping it back on you, he waved bye as you said goodbye. Making your way outside a smile laid brightly on your face.

"What?" Dalton looked at you flushed with how your eyes laid on him.

"I just think you are really cute, and I love you" he could feel his heart beating faster, you loved him, and you meant it!

"I love you" his voice was so soft; his brown eyes looked all doe eyed. Sticking out your hand you looked at the little drawing he did, there was hearts, some spiderwebs and eyes.

"I love when you draw on me too" you walked along him slowly the cold breeze pushing your hair back.

"I'm glad" his arm went around pulling your head to the side so he could kiss your forehead. humming at the affection, you couldn't be happier.

#dalton lambert #dalton lambert imagines #dalton lambert x fem!reader #dalton lambert x reader #insidious #insidious 5 #ty simpkins #insidious red door

[presleyanswrites]

i got you.

pairing(s): mcu peter parker x fem!reader

desc honestly such a short concept. reader is whimpering/crying about seeing peter getting hurt on the news but he shows up perfectly fine, maybe a few scratches and holds the reader on the floor, wiping her tears.

a/n currently craving comfort like this so i wrote this specifically for comfort. hope you enjoy loves.

creds to @cafekitsune & @valenschmidt for the beautiful decor

warnings grammar, fluff. lmk if i missed anything.

requests | open 💌 masterlist

You took off your shoes at the door, tossing the car keys on the table nearby.

you sighed and went into the kitchen to get yourself a snack before your boyfriend peter came back from whatever he had to do. you always got worried sick about him when he was out at night for so long.

you sit yourself on the couch as soft rain drips down the window, crunching your cheap popcorn and shuffling to find the remote hidden beneath the cushion under you. You turn on the TV to the news of new york, watching all of the dramatic scenes of crime or new updates.

and then, it clicks to spiderman. spidermans news. you shfited your postion to sit up more, you always loved watching your boyfriend get fantasized and loved by the people of your city. But..this time it was different.

The screen flashed images of peter seriously hurt. you felt your stomach drop to the floor as your eyes filled with flashing images of deep wounds and him knocked on the floor. he looked pale, deep purple bruises matched on his face.

your eyes filled with tears and your throat felt like it was burning flames. you hated that peter had to go through this, the one you loved was constantly in danger and it shattered your heart into pieces.

this was the worst you had ever seen him.

tears streamed down your face and into your ears as you go into the bathroom and shut the door behind you. you couldn't bare to even look at the screen any longer. you feel yourself sink against the door, adrenaline rushing through your entire head. my peter.

you choke on sobs as you felt something pierce inside of you. you held your phone close to your chest hoping he would call you back. you needed desperately to know he was safe, alive.

Peter was always working. always. till' he nearly kills himself. You knew he was equipped with powers to sustain himself, and you also knew he was peter. you knew he was always strong and he always got up, no matter how hard he got smashed into the ground, over and over.

you close your eyes and matching tears peirce your head as they fall into the floor, choking on your own throat, resting your head on your knees tucked into your chest against the door.

you feel the bathroom door open from behind you and you nearly scream.

"is everything okay? i heard whimpering was that-"

Peter looks down at you on the floor. He was in his suit, holding his mask in one hand. His expression changed immediately when he saw your red eyes. you looked like you had been crying for hours. he knelt down next to you.

"im so sorry- did i scare you? whats going on?" His eyes were filled of worry as he held you in a hug.

you sobbed into his chest. "What the hell peter i thought you we're dead!" You whimper as you cling to his suit.

"What? No! Of course not- Why- Why would I be dead-" he breathes out, wrapping his arms around you as he feels his suit begin to get wet with your tears.

"You didn't anwser you phone.." you try to catch your breath, pulling away from him with a sniffle, checking him for any sign of wounds.

"Im so sorry y/n, i-i got out late." he rubs your back as he rests his chin on your shoulder, you crying into his.

your voice breaks, "i-i saw the photos on the news- t-they looked so terrible a-and-" tears roll down your cheeks.

"oh" he wipes your face, holding it with his hands as he presses a kiss to your forehead. "The news shows stuff like that all of the time, they probably edited it or something, i'm okay, i promise! Mr. Stark just needed some back up, everything is fine now.."

"I got you." he leans his head against yours and turns his face slightly to press a kiss to your lips, you breathe in and pull away, he wipes your tears with his hand.

you're chest feels warm with the same feeling of home again. your heart starts to swell.

he reaches for your pinky layed beside you on the floor, as he intertwines his into yours.

"i pinky promise, okay?" he pulls you in a hug as he caresses his thumb against your hand, still holding your pinky.

you nod gently, and rest the side of your face on his shoulder, letting yourself relax again.

he gently rests his chin on the top of your head. "im not going to leave you." he nearly whispers.

you nod slightly. "okay."

He helps you off the floor and leads you back to the couch, handing you a glass of water, sitting next you. you feel him wrap his arm around you.

"are you okay?" he asks slowly as he looks at you.

"yeah of course." you breathe out shakily as you take a sip of your water.

sighing, you set the water beside you and snuggle up to peter.

"im sorry you had to see that." he looks down. "i promise it wasn't real."

you nod and he holds your hand.

"what do you wanna do?" he looks at you softly. "i could get you something, or we could go out to a park." He holds his breath, making a puff in his cheeks.

you shake your head. "i just want you right now."

He nods and presses another kiss into your forehead.

"Are you hurt anywhere?" You ask gently, looking up at him from his chest.

His lips curve down as he shakes his head. "No, not at all." He smiles gently.

"Okay." You press your lips together and wipe your face.

You rest your head on his shoulder and he leans against the side of yours, folding his fingers into your hand.

#mcu x reader #tom! peter imagine #peter parker #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker fic #peter parker × reader #mcu peter parker #peter parker headcanons #peter parker mcu #peter parker fluff #peter parker x reader #marvel #marvel x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n #peter mcu x reader #mcu peter x reader #peter x reader

[omniscient-wanderer-of-worlds]

Laughter | Banda Sunato

Pairing: Banda Sunato x Fem!Reader

Author's note: Fine, *aggressively opens laptop* I'll just write one myself then. Also, first fic ever so uh yeah. That's how desperate I am lol. Edit: Yeah I edited it a bit because I was sleepdeprived when I wrote/posted this and got rid of horrible spelling mistakes :)

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: Weird relationship (it's Banda, a serial killer and manipulative piece of shit), Violence? (because you know, it's aib?), A mention of wanting to end it all, potential spelling/grammar mistakes?

Summary: Banda Sunato takes interest in a girl he meets during a game and is captivated by her laughter

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As soon as the 20 minute timer went off, most participant immediately scrambled to get away from the open playground and ran straight into the abandoned school to find a spot to hide from the seeker who’d be released in a one minute.

Banda Sunato hadn’t moved an inch and was instead just looking around. His eyes followed the hurrying people, an eerie smile on his face. He appeared rather amused. Content even.

You were also still standing in out in the open, right behind him and staring at the back of his blood stained shirt. “Are you not going to hide mister?" You asked. "Do you want to die?”

He turned around, no surprise visible on his face. He stared at you as if he was analyzing your face. “What about yourself?”

You flashed him a smile. “I’m still thinking about a good hiding spot.”

"I wasn't referring to that." When you tilted you head he added, "do you want to die?"

You looked around you, taking in your surroundings before looking down at you phone. It read 19:22 and was counting down. "I still have so much to do, I won't die."

Banda stared at you intently and looked you up and down. You were dressed in a white summer dress which looked a little bit too clean for this world, not a spot of dirt or blood to be found. You looked very young, young enough to still remember high school infrastructure.

"Well," he started, switching topics again, “Surely someone like you knows a good hiding spot. I'd say most students that attend highschool know the place through and through, don't they?”

You hummed in response. “Home schooled.”

Banda didn’t respond or gave any sign which you would interpret as disinterest, if not for his piercing gaze. It was starting to creep you out, but you enjoyed talking to someone as you hadn't had the opportunity to make new friends in the borderlands.

“You know, it’s my first time in a school building, so I’m actually a bit excited. Well, who knows, maybe I can explore this place after the game is over, right?” You wanted to say more, but then the school bell rang, indicating that the seeker was on the move. Even though you looked around cautiously, Banda couldn’t spot any sign of actual fear on your face. As if you knew you were getting out of here alive.

“Well then,” you said with a nod and you skipped off.

He watched you leave towards the gym building. When he heard a gun shot he decided to take it as a sign that he should probably also get moving.

He followed you in the direction of the gym, but stayed behind the square columns in front of the building, covered by shadows where he knew he was safe. He looked down at his dark green button up shirt, ripped and covered in blood. It sure worked fine as camouflage.

He could oversee the entire playground from his position, including the main entrance to the school from where he could hear gunshots. It didn't take long for the seeker to exit the school building and cross the playground.

Banda moved to the other side of a column, blocking himself from the seeker's sight. This would be easy, he thought to himself. He would simply rotate around the columns until the game was over.

Well, it was only a two of clubs after all.

The seeker entered the gym and for a second it was absolutely quiet. Banda smirked. That girl is as good as dead, he thought. And when hearing the gunshots he almost patted himself on the back for his accurate prediction, but he was stopped when he heard you laughing as if you were enjoying yourself.

He froze, completely captivated by the sound. It had been a while since he'd heard such carefree laughter. What an addictive sound. How interesting. He smiled, almost wickedly.

There was a loud crash and more shots were fired before the doors opened and slammed against the wall, revealing you.

You had tried to hide in all the way up in the huge draped curtains when your hand accidentally slipped, moving the entire curtain, which had given away your hiding spot.

You were met with a barrage of bullets that miraculously didn't hit you. As always, luck is on your side, you thought.

The bullets had however apparantly hit whatever it was that supported the heavy curtains and you fell down on top of the seeker. You quickly rolled off while he fought with the curtains, trying to get out from underneath it while also shooting around randomly.

You ran out giggling. From the corner of your eye, you saw the man you were talking to before and you stopped for a second to wave at him before hiding behind the doors that you had just kicked open.

A minute later the seeker walked out and went to look for other victims. You managed to slip back into the gym unnoticed.

The rest of the game was uneventful. There were two other incidents where gunshots were heard, but when the participants walked off the school grounds after clearing the game, it seemed as if everyone made it, as far as you could recall. Your facial recognition memory wasn't awesome.

"You seem familiar."

You turned around in surprise at his sudden voice behind you. "I highly doubt that." You said.

"What's your name?"

"You seem familiar too, what's yours?" You replied, ignoring his question.

"I asked first," he responded.

You hummed. "And I don't give my name out to strangers, so it seems as if we're at an impasse." You looked at him expectantly. When he didn't appear to have any intention of answering, you turned to leave.

"Banda Sunato." It stopped you in your tracks.

Did you know him? Of course. What else is there to do when you're isolated in your house, except read books and listen to true crime podcasts? Were you scared of him? A little, but you had your own fair share of victims since arriving in the borderlands. As did everyone here.

You gave him your name. Oh how easy you were, he thought. He could definitely charm his way to you.

"Your last name, is it the same as the former prime minister?" He asked. "I thought his child died." He commented when you hummed in acknowledgement.

"Me and my mother were shot during one of his campaigns. They managed to save me, but my father got paranoid and kept me away from, well, everything ever since." Your expression fell and looked past Banda into the distance as you recalled your dull life.

"So now you enjoy the freedom you have. You're no longer locked away, and can go wherever you please. There are no rules here, so you're discovering the world for yourself, instead of through media. It's why you're walking around with curiosity instead of falling into despair, and also why you're the only one in the game who was enjoying themselves." Banda's voice was dangerously low and his eyes dark as he scanned your face.

"I bet your isolation messed with your mind. You've probably thought of ending it all, so you aren't scared at the prospect of dying, right." He concluded for you.

You didn't answer him. Partially annoyed that he thought he was smart enough to make assumptions as if he knew you, and also annoyed because he wasn't wrong.

He had stepped closer to you during his analysis and you fought the urge to put a step back to get him out of your personal space.

"I like that." He finished. His face hovering close to yours.

You nervously laughed. "So I won't be your fifth victim then?"

Banda's smile widened as if you said something funny. "You've caught my attention. Let's be partners."

"I don't know, what's your policy on killing partners?" You asked, finding the situation ridiculous.

He leaned closer to you and you could feel his breath on your cheek. "If you pledge yourself to me, I'll show you the beauty of this world." He spoke lowly.

Now that interested you.

You opened your mouth to answer when he closed the small gap between you two, pressing his lips to yours, hand wrapping around the back of your neck, thumb against your pulse.

You've never been kissed before, but found yourself pushing back against him, grabbing onto his shirt, not lettiing go even after the kiss ended.

"Oh you meant that kind of partner." You giggled when you broke apart.

Then your giggling started to grow into a laughing fit, because how could you not if you stopped to think about the situation. You just had your first kiss with a serial killer stranger whom you just met 25 minutes ago in a life or death game in an abandoned world.

Banda relished in the sound of you, corners of his mouth curling up in satisfaction. Gotcha, he thought.

When you managed to subdue your giggles and he didn't move or say anything else, you decided to go and start walking towards your appartment with him in tow.

"Your shirt is ripped and covered in dirt and blood." You said while wiping away the blood on your hands from grabbing his shirt.

You flashed him a smile. "Luckily for you, I have a clean light blue button up shirt at home."

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Part 3

#alice in borderland #banda x reader #sunato banda #sunato banda x reader #banda imagine #sunato x reader #banda sunato #banda sunato x reader #aib #banda fic #oc #banda x you #banda sunato x you

[callmissrogers]

There For His Girl | Steve Rogers x Reader One Short

Summary: Y/n has reached her limit. Work has been difficult. People have been short, and some just mean. It all brings her back to her childhood, and right now, she just wants to pretend to be ok. So determined to pretend she tries to push her concerned husband away.

WARNINGS ⚠️ This contains mentions of a toxic relationship with the reader's mother and quotes some of their arguments. If this is a trigger for you, please DO NOT proceed. It also contains angst, fluff, and comfort. Also, very little editing and wrote on my phone.

Steve Rogers x wife reader

Word count: 1,370

Notes: The next part in the That's My Girl series will be going up today or tomorrow. I was feeling the need for some comfort myself, so this is what I wrote. Hope you like it!

Y/n slammed the door, tears streaming down her face she pressed her back into the wall and slid down until she was a small ball on the floor.

"Why do I do this?" She sobbed hating herself.

Y/n had had a rough few days. It seemed like no matter what she did or said, people were short with her. Everything was going wrong, and after one mistake, which led to a snarky backhanded compliment from Tony Stark himself, well, Y/n was done. Usually, it didn't get to her like this anymore, but her emotions frayed to a breaking point.

Her dad always told her she wore her heart on her sleeve but she just thought her mom was right and that instead of enduring this made her a nuisance.

Why should she be so bothered when people utter unkind things to her?

Why can't she pull herself together?

"You're always start crying! Stop trying to make me feel bad"

"You're stabbing me in the back by trying to do something different"

"Don't you know I need you here? Stop thinking about yourself and making everything harder on me"

This and many other instances where y/n would be belittled, ridiculed, screamed at, lectured for two hours at 1 in the morning, and reduced to making herself as small and as unseen as possible while being a sobbing mess, had made her what she is today.

Too sensitive. At least that's what she told herself at times like this.

And why couldn't she just talk about it like a normal person instead of blowing something trivial out of proportion?

Literally five minutes ago....

Steve had come home the night before. Poor guy had been so tired that he fell asleep in uniform on the couch.

Y/n had been carefully tiptoeing around the kitchen so as not to accidentally wake him up. Intending to surprise him before heading to work.

She was supposed to be going over mission plans with Vision today. This was the kind of work that excited her. None of the agents would bother them while they were working, which meant that she could just disappear for the day.

She platted up breakfast and carried it over to set it on the coffee table in front of the sleep soilder.

Tho he didn't actually wake up until she set down his mug of coffee.

Eyes fluttering open he peered up at her groggyily. "Hi" He mumbled, pushing himself upright. "Hey sleepy head." Y/n said, trying to make her voice sound chipper.

Steve sighed contentedly as he stretched out his muscles before standing up.

"Mind if I go change clothes before I enjoy this masterpiece?" He asked. Y/n turned to face him, attempting to smooth down his wild bedhead and then said, "Go ahead"

He was back a matter of moments, settling down next to her and drinking deeply from his coffee.

"Thank you for this," He sighed leaning over and gently kissing her on the cheek. Y/n just nodded, trying to keep her mind on a healthy track she focused on eating.

"Did you sleep well?" Steve asked. Taking another bite, she thought about lying and telling him that she had had the best night sleep.

"Sorta" She said trying to stiffle a yawn. "What does sorta mean?" Steve asked turning to look at her. "Nothing really. I'm good! Nothing some strong coffee won't fix."

Steve placed his hands on her shoulders, making her look at him. He studied the dark circles, the faint tint of bloodshot in her eyes, how she held herself and her fiddling hands.

"Hm," He said, his voice low in his chest.

Y/n knew exactly what he was doing, shaking his hands off her shoulders and standing up she said, "I should probably get ready for work."

Steve stood up, grabbing her wrist and stopping her. "Y/n, you look exhausted." "I'm fine" "You're twirling your hair, which means you're not telling the truth." "Steve, c'mon I don't have time for this" "Y/n, it looks like you've been crying" She pulled his hand off her wrist and started to walk away from him, "I'm going to work." "Sweetheart, please just tell me what's - " "Steve! Please just listen to me and leave me alone!" She yelled, cutting him off. She ran off to the bedroom, and that's when the door slammed.

Steve stood there a moment, thinking about honoring her request and leaving her be. But his protective nature overtook him and he decided that the best thing to do would be to be there for his girl.

In the bedroom.

Y/n sat against the wall still crying into her hands, body trembling, thinking hateful thoughts about herself.

She heard Steve knock on the door, saying "Sweetheart, can I come in?"

When she didn't answer him, he slowly opened the door and stepped inside.

She could feel him kneeling down in front of her, "Sweetheart," He whispered, trying to tuck her hair behind her ear to which she only buried her face further.

The next thing that happened, was Steve scooping her up into his arms and settling down in the arm chair that sat in the room.

Somehow this just made her cry more.

"Oh honey, come on now. Take a deep breath. In through the nose and out through the mouth." He soothed.

After about ten minutes of this, her crying settled down, breath becoming rhythmic.

Once he was sure that she had calmed down enough to be able to communicate with him, he asked his voice low and rumbling through his chest, "Do you wanna talk about what's going on in that pretty little head of yours?"

She nodded against his shirt. "Everything" she gasped. "Everything?" He asked, pulling her back so he could look her in the face. Dabbing away the leftover tears.

"I'm too emotional. Everything the last few days just hurts. I let everything get under my skin... I just. . Lately, people and Stark are just mean, or maybe I'm just too sensitive.. and now I've yelled at you, too." She said, trying to get up.

"Now hold on a minute, " He cooed, keeping her in place.

"What did Tony say?" "Nothing. I messed up and he was being sarcastic, but I'm such a mess that it hurt" she said her voice breaking. "Alright. Listen to me. One, you are not too emotional. The world tells everyone to button up and be cynical. You, my dear, are a light in all that mess. You do care and that's a very good thing -- I don't want you to listen to anyone that would belittle that, ok?" He asked getting a slow, uncertain nod in response. "Ok. Secondly, people can be mean, especially Stark. People also have power trips and want to pull people down to make themselves feel stronger or better. This means there's one thing you can always be certain of: Do you know what that is?" "What?" "They're wrong. Anyone who would belittle you to make a point or to win an argument or for any other reason, is just a bully." "But what if-" "ah. No what ifs. Thirdly, and this one is the one that's most important of the three." "Then why'd it come last?" She asked clearly beginning to feel a little bit better if she could tease him now. Steve simply rolled his eyes and continued,

"I want you to remember that when you're upset, you can always talk to me. No matter how silly it might make you feel, your feelings are safe with me." "Steve I just yelled at you for no rea-" "No. You had a reason. You were upset. I can see that and you know what that means? It means I can take it too. When I put this ring on your finger," He said taking her hand in his and running a finger across her knuckles. "I signed up for this. I'd rather have you get emotional than bottle things up and hide them from me."

Y/n looked down at their still intertwined hands and then back up at him. Nodding again and breathed out an "ok"

"Ok." Steve replied, giving her his usual comforting smile and kissing her forehead.

#steve rogers comfort #steve rogers romance #steve rogers argument #steve rogers angst #steve rogers x wife #steve rogers x reader #marvel #marvel shortstory #hurt & comfort #chris evans angst #chris evans x reader #steve rogers fluff #captain america #captain america x reader #captain america x wife #captain america angst #marvel romance #marvel character #marvel x reader #marvel fandom #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x you #captain america short story #steve rogers x yn

[niphredil-14]

hey so how do you think the rottmnt boys would deal with having a published writer s/o. I imagine s/o has made Leo a jupiter jim fanfic which feels way too accurate it could be one of his comic books. Or like left little poems for Donnie lying around to cheer him up and discuss feelings with it or Fantasy short story for Mikey?

Oh, how the writer in me loves this request!! (also, welcome back to my inbox! nice to see you again! c:)

Leonardo:

Ever since Leo had found out that his lover could write, he had been begging them to write fanfiction for him. They had most likely been forced to watch all of the Jupiter Jim and Lou Jitsu movies before they even started dating Leo. But no matter how much he had begged for fanfiction, they had refused. They were just too busy working on the next volume in their series! But little did he know, that in the weeks leading up to his birthday, they had been brainstorming, plotting, drafting, and editing a special story just for him. When they handed him the gift, wrapped meticulously in Jupiter Jim themed wrapping paper, he was so excited! Before even unwrapping it, he knew that he would love it, just based on the look of pure joy and excitement in their eyes. He ripped the paper off, and found a deep blue binder, filled with paper. On the cover was written, "Happy Birthday, Leonardo" in large letters, and below it, in smaller letters, was written, "All my love, Y/N <3" His heart warmed, and he flipped the binder open, and almost squealed in excitement. Jumping over t them, he pulled them into a tight hug. He did not put it down until he finished reading it, and then he would just reread it. After he almost dropped it while on patrol, he asked Donnie to transcribe it and put it on his phone.

Raphael:

He found out early on in the relationship that his partner was a writer, and while he was very impressed with them and their talent, he wasn't much of a reader, so he didn't fully grasp just how amazing they were at first. While Raph could read, it was always hard for him, and he would have to go back and reread paragraphs over and over until they stuck. Out of love and interest in his darling, though, he began to listen to the audiobook versions of their books while he worked out. And he found out that worked for him, and was enjoyable. And though he often found himself wishing that it was their voice reading their stories to him, he knew from their conversations just how awkward they felt reading anything they wrote aloud to people, he knew how much they hated it, how vulnerable it made them feel, so he never asked. How much and often they talked about their work to him varied, though when they did it was usually just them complaining to him about their publishers/editors, or asking for his advice on the plot, or just using him as a fill in for them to perform the rubber duck theory. However, one day, they burst into his room, holding a book, and practically shaking. He had been sat on his bed, and they quickly sat down beside him, with the book pressed close to their chest. Before he could get a word out, they had begun to speak.

"I have a gift for you!" They trilled, they voice high, and sing-songy. A grin had stretched across his face, even wider than it had when they had first entered the room.

"Aw, Babe, you didn't have to get me anything!" He said to them.

"Well, It's not really that kind of gift, so..." They trailed off, and instead opted for just pushing the book into his hands, forcing the knitting needles aside. He looked down at the book, and found their name written below the title. How they had managed to keep the fact that they had published a new book a secret from him was beyond him, and he paused in wonder. "Open it!!" They exclaimed. And so he did, he flipped through the pages until he came to the dedication, and his eyes began to water at what he saw. Typed in a fancy, swirly, italic font was written,

"To my dearest, Raphael, who has given me endless support, love, and inspiration, who's the best muse anyone could ask for, and who's character is better than any I could create, I have written you into these pages so that your essence may be as immortal as my love for you is."

They had all the talent when it came to words, and he was left with only speechlessness as he pulled them into a tight hug, fat tears falling down his face as he buried his beak into their neck, holding them as close as he could.

Donatello:

It had never been a secret that Donnie was incredibly impressive, and taking that fact into consideration, it was no real surprise that anyone, even as talented a writer as his love, would find themselves often speechless in his presence. With their emotions running too high to properly verbalize them in the moment, they would often find themselves writing out how they felt in long paragraphs until they were able to cut down the words into poems, vague and intricate enough to not be fully clear, and yet so powerful as to make someone know exactly the emotion the poet felt while scribbling the words. Donnie had a very clear understanding of their experience with being unable to verbalize just how they felt, as he often experienced the same thing, and resorted to building things as a way to show his love. Which was why he was so moved when he had found their journal. He knew that all of their final drafts were kept on an ever-growing document on their computer, but he never knew just how those drafts came to be final. And yet, there was a pain in his chest as he held the journal, a disorganized mess of thoughts, in his hands, and was able to see their word vomit be carved down into pure art, not unlike a sculptor chipping away at wood or stone, to reveal the heart of their creation. He had known that he was important enough to them for them to gift him some of their poems, but to be able to look at the proof, to be able to hold it, and to touch it, the proof of just how strong the emotions he stirred up within them were, that was a powerful experience. It was as if his brain had completely shut off for the moments that he held their raw thoughts in his grasp, and all he could think of was how impossible it would be to ever completely and successfully express the same level of depth that his emotions had for them. But he knew that he'd be damned if he didn't try. And with that, he placed their journal back down on their desk, and made his way to his lab, already brainstorming.

(I got kinda carried away with Raph's, I'm not sure what came over me lmao. guess i got possessed by some kind of inspiration ahaha)

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[k-marzolf]

Affection & Attachment.

Roommates to lovers, touch starved Billy Russo, fluff & angst, fear of attachments, abandonment issues, mentions of Arthur, fem!reader.

An old fic I wrote in early 2022 under cigarettesandqueens, and decided to do some editing and post it again.

1,057 words.

Billy woke up to a warm body pressed against him, he paused wondering if he brought someone home and didn't remember, but then he realized you occupied the penthouse now, as a favor for Karen, your best friend. He nudged you, thinking maybe you had walked in your sleep. But you didn't budge. Only scooted closer, mumbling in your sleep, fingers curling into his shirt.

You were a strange girl, Billy thought. He'd never had someone in his bed just to sleep. He laid back down, watching you for a moment, before going back to sleep.

&&&

The next night he caught you crawling in with him again. "What're you doin'?" He asked, annoyed, looking at you through tired eyes.

"Don't like sleeping alone, can I stay with you, Billy?" You asked, sweetly. His bed was his safe space, the one place he could relax completely, without fearing an attack or assault. But he couldn’t turn down your pleading.

"No blanket hoggin'," He grumbled, as you slid beneath the blankets, pressing against him, your fingers touching the scar at his hip, playing with it. He shivered, craving more of your affection, your touch.

You smiled, eyes fluttering, sleepy already, "Promise, Billy." You slurred.

He watched you settle in, curling against him.

He felt something stir in his chest.

&&&

"Pretty girl, you can't keep sneaking into my bed." Billy grumbled the next night, as you slotted your soft body against his. It made his blood burn with desire, desire to settle between your thighs, to taste you.

"We could be a comfort to each other, Billy." You said softly, looking at him with those sweet eyes of yours.

He didn’t want to admit he needed comforting, but rarely was Billy given something without having to give in return.

“What do you want in return?” He asked warily.

“Nothing. Does everything have to be tit for tat?” You asked, fingers reaching out for him.

He groaned, snaking an arm around your waist and pulling you closer. "Sweet girl," He murmured into your hair.

You sighed, burying your face in his neck, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

He was hard pressed to admit how good it felt.

&&&

In the morning Billy took a call, usually from Frank. You were laying curled against his side, fingers touching his chest and torso, running over his scars, and kissing them. His fingers absentmindedly played with your hair, and you scooted closer purring with the way he touched you.

He looked over at you with a smile playing on his lips, as his nails scratched along your scalp, you whined quietly.

You made such pretty sounds.

When he got off the phone, you reluctantly moved away so he could shower. But he pulled you back, kissing your forehead, fingers stroking your spine. You kissed his cheek, his beard scratching your lips. He stayed like that enjoying the casual affection. Enjoying the way you made him feel, with your fingers squeezing his hips. He’d never had casual intimacy. Women wanted him for sex, and that was all they wanted, never wanted him, never wanted to love him.

Eventually, he moved back to take a shower, your kisses lingering on his skin making him crave for more.

Crave to consume you and be consumed by you.

&&&

That night you were both sitting on the couch, watching shitty television. You played with his hands, kissing his wrists, and his arm all the way up to his elbow. You looked up at him, "Did you know that touch can release oxytocin, the love hormone? It can also help with serotonin and dopamine. And lower stress hormones like cortisol." You told him, lacing your fingers in between his.

He smiled, impressed by your knowledge. His hands reached out, placing kisses on your fingers, tickling you with his beard. "Yeah?"

"You make me feel safe, Billy." You said, pressing into his side.

His heart ached at that. Karen hadn't told Billy much about your situation, but he knew it had to be a difficult one. That you hadn’t felt safe, that you’d left someone very volatile.

His fingers squeezed yours, feeling protective of you in the week he’d known you.

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He was getting some coffee creamer out of the fridge. He liked a little bit of it in coffee.

You came into the kitchen, and squeezed his hips, making him hum trying to hide how much he enjoyed your affection. “Mornin’, Billy.” You said, putting on your shoes. Your hair was wet from your shower, “Have a good day at work!” And then you were gone, leaving Billy missing your presence already.

Billy swallowed his mouthful of coffee. He couldn’t wait for tonight, if only to have an excuse to feel your touch. And then scolded himself for his attachment. He knew better, nothing good ever came of it.

&&&

You came home late, and he paced the living room frustrated at himself that he cared. He hated attachments, yet here he was, attached.

Had you left him? He wished he could exorcise that little boy in him who’d been abandoned. He haunted Billy more than he liked.

He looked out the rainy windows. It was five pm and already dark out. Had something happened?

And then his stomach eased as you came through the door, looking tired. “Sorry, I’m late, Bill. Some asshole wouldn’t let me close, until I gave him my number.” You said, taking off your shoes, and shaking the rain off.

“You didn’t give it to him, did you?” Billy asked anxiously.

“I gave him a fake number. Men can never take no for an answer.” Billy inwardly agreed thinking of Arthur, “Hopefully it’s not someone’s grandma.” You paused, looking at him. “Can we cuddle early tonight?”

Billy raised an eyebrow, hands in his pockets, looking out the penthouse windows amused. He rolled his bad shoulder, “Is that what we’re doin’?” He asked, looking back at you.

You smiled shyly, “Maybe.”

Billy chuckled, he kissed your forehead. “Sure, sweetheart.”

&&&

You were snuggled against him that night again, your fingers in hair, stroking him there. His eyes fluttered, and his last thought as he fell asleep, arm wrapped around your waist, hugging you to him was that he was afraid to hope.

Because it seemed for the first time, he was genuinely wanted.

x

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#billy russo #billy russo x reader

[cookiesandbiscuits]

Obey Me! Older Demon Brothers With an MC Who Gives Punches When Surprised

A/N: Ayo! I'm back with another hc that's living rent-free inside my head. But first of all, I wanna thank you guys for supporting my first hc. I didn't expect it to receive such support when I wrote it. I feel ecstatic knowing that you guys liked it.

Now, I never really "punched" someone when they surprise the shit out of me, but I did hit someone accidentally when they scared me while watching my classmate play Granny (sorry whoever that was). It was really funny to imagine when the brothers get smacked by MC when surprised, so I decided to write this crack hc.

Another note: I got too lazy for the other brothers lol. But if you guys want I'll try to make the younger brothers' edition.

Summary: The title is self-explanatory.

Genre: Crack

CW: N/A

MASTERLIST

Younger Brothers + Diavolo & Solomon Version

Lucifer

This is very unlikely to happen but let's just say that it did happen once.

You woke up from a nightmare that night. Earlier that night, you and the other brothers decided to watch a horror movie for movie night. It was an understatement to say you were scared. You went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water to calm yourself down.

Meanwhile, Lucifer, who was pulling an all-nighter to finish his work, also decided to go to the kitchen when he noticed his cup of coffee was empty.

He notices that the kitchen lights were open. He immediately assumed that it was Beel having another one of his midnight fridge raid.

Was about to shout until he saw your figure, and his anger readily subsided.

But he's curious as to why are you still awake at this ungodly hour.

He tugs your shoulder and asked.

"MC, why are you--”

His words were cut short when your fist made contact with his face.

You two stood there silently for a moment, your brain took a few seconds to process what just happened between you and the firstborn.

When you finally realized what just happened, panic quickly took over your body.

"O-oh my gosh, Luci! Are you okay?!"

He just waves it off, and he clears his throat to affirm that he is okay.

"Yes, I am fine. But I have to say, you do have some strong punches."

He will ask you to keep this incident between the two of you because it is likely that his brothers will use this to blackmail him.

Mammon

He just came from one of his money-making schemes when he saw you walking alone in the street.

What the hell is his human thinking walking alone in the street? You do realize that you're in the Devildom right? Walking alone in the street is like an offer to the lower demons that you're a free meal. But the Great Mammon won't let that happen on his watch.

He started running and when you were finally within arm's reach, he grabbed one of your shoulders to get your attention.

He was going to ask you why you were walking alone but you didn't give him a chance to when you decided to make his face into a punching bag.

Oh my Diavolo, I think he broke his nose!

He started groaning and you started panicking, saying incoherent apologies to the demon who became a victim to one of your surprised punches.

"...What the hell was that for?! Are ya tryin' to break my nose or somethin'?"

"I'm really, really sorry Mammon, it's a bad habit of mine. There are a lot of creeps back in my hometown that's why I can't walk alone on a street without being always on guard. I really didn't mean to punch you."

Why are you giving him that look?! You know he can't stay mad at you when you give him that puppy dog eyes.

Alright, fine! He'll forgive you for this, but only if you're the one who'll take care of his facial injury. Don't get him wrong though. He's not asking you to do it because he wanted to be pampered by you, okay?!

Leviathan

You were lounging on the common room couch with Levi and you were playing a horror escape game on your phone.

He was curious about the game you're playing since it's rare for you to be engrossed in one.

So he decided to look over your shoulder to peek into your screen.

Wrong move, my dude.

At the time he looked over your shoulder, the serial killer caught your character, which caused you to yeet your phone and jerk your hands away.

MC's Hands - 1 Leviathan - 0

"OH MY GOSH! I am so, so sorry! A-are you okay?!"

He's fine MC, don't worry. But his forehead isn't.

I mean, you did hit him in the forehead with your bony knuckles, which will leave a mark for a few days. But he can cover it with his bangs so it wouldn't be visible to others.

He'll make a mental note to never look over your shoulder again, especially when you're playing a horror game.

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hellfire heart | one shot

this amazing edit of Eddie which i used here was made by wonderful @sofiiel

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

story based on a request by a lovely anon: could i request rockstar eddie who is a bit of an asshole, loves a drink etc? maybe something angsty! angst with half happy ending I guess?, established relationship, breaking up, modern!AU

4 310 words

the one shot is also avaliable on ao3

I was going to write this much later, but life sucks and my mood today is some kind of unfunny joke, so this request was the perfect opportunity to unload all my negative emotions in this angsty work!

Dear anon, thank you very much for your request, I hope you will not be disappointed. (I wrote the song myself, it's okay if you don't like this, you can pretend it is any other song yopu like!)

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"I thought that when you come to Hawkins for a break we would organize a little campaign for the boys? They miss you so much." You lay cuddled up against Eddie's chest, who was browsing something on his phone.

"Yeah, about that." he said, turning toward you for the first time in twenty minutes. "I'm not coming to Hawkins."

"What?" you rose quickly. What did he mean he wasn't coming back? The breaks between tours were the only longer time you could spend together. Besides, you saw each other once a month when you visited him on tour.

"Babe, there are so many better things than playing some stupid game, so many parties we can go to, so many crazy things we can do." he replied, sitting down on the bed. "Being stuck for couple of months in Hawkins is not fun."

"But what about the kids? What about Wayne? Don't you miss them?"

"I miss them, but I guess if I don't come once, nothing bad will happen, right?"

"Since when is D&D just a stupid game to you?" you asked. Never in your life would you have said you would hear those words from his mouth.

"Honey, look at me, I am not that Eddie anymore. I am not a loser or freak, I am a fucking rockstar. People love me, I have fans all over the world I have everything I ever wanted. I am better, my life is better now." he said grabbing your hands. "Now I'm going to go to rehearsal, later I'll come back and we'll have dinner together, okay?"

"Yeah, sure, have fun." you replied weakly. Eddie quickly smacked you on the lips and left the apartment.

Being left alone with your thoughts was not good, as those thoughts began to wander into darker and darker corners of your brain. You loved Eddie and were happy like no one else that his dreams were coming true however, you slowly stopped liking the kind of man he was becoming. What didn't escape your attention was his sense of superiority. Suddenly everyone who wasn't recognized and famous, those who didn't participate in crazy parties whose motto was sex drugs and rock and roll, were suddenly worse. More and more, you could see the arrogance in him. At the beginning of his fame, he looked forward to visits home. He loved the hours spent campaigning, the fishing trips with Wayne, or the pleasant evenings at campfires where he played guitar and the rest of your little crazy family was singing. He kept saying that these were his favorite moments. What happened that suddenly they were no longer like that?

Eddie didn't show up for dinner. After three hours of waiting, you extinguished the candles you had lit, put the already cold food in the refrigerator, and took the wine that was supposed to be for both of you to the couch and poured it into a glass. You weren't even surprised that he didn't come back on time as he promised. Lately he had less and less time for you. Day by day there were fewer and fewer calls and messages, fewer and fewer I miss yous and I love yous, instead more and more arguments and misunderstandings. There were more and more drunken pictures of him that you saw on the Internet, more and more rumors about secret "friends" of Corroded Coffin members. At every turn whenever you went on any social media you were bombarded with theories that made you sick. Not wanting to bury yourself in this hole even more, you put your phone down on the coffee table and turned on the movie to occupy your thoughts, but somewhere in the middle of it you fell asleep.

You were awakened by Eddie's loud comeback and quiet curses from his mouth. You turned on the lamp that stood by the couch and looked at him sleepily. He was barely standing on his feet, you knew immediately that he was drunk, you couldn't stop the thought that he might have been under the influence of something else.

"Where were you?" you asked quietly, having neither the desire nor the strength to argue.

"At the re-rehsal." He replied trying to look sober. His tounge wasn't able to form any clear words.

"And later?"

"I hav' n'idea what you talkin'bout." he mumbled under his breath, you could barely understand what he was saying. He shakily walked toward the bedroom.

"Eddie you're drunk."

"'not."

"Why are you lying? Couldn't you at least write that you'll come back later?"

You received no answer. Without even trying to undress, he just threw the phone on the bedside table and landed on the soft mattress immediately falling asleep.

With a burden on your heart, you got up from the couch and, taking a bottle of water with you, because you knew he would need it in the morning, went to the bedroom to lie down next to him. The room smelled of alcohol and cigarettes. You watched his body move with every breath, wondering what happened to the boy you knew like the back of your hand. The boy who mocked everyone who devoted their lives solely to alcohol and parties. A boy who wanted more than just fame and money, who always cared about his loved ones and wouldn't even think of pushing them away in favor of other, "more famous" friends.

It hurt you what was happening to him, it hurt you that you couldn't do anything about it, because whenever you tried to talk to him on the subject everything ended in one big fight. It scared you how much you didn't like his new persona. Even scarier was the thought that this change was permanent.

You were awakened by the vibration of his phone. Wiping your sleepy face with your hand, you took it to turn it off, but you noticed a text message on the screen from an unknown number.

unknown: let me know if you want more ;)

You sharply inhaled the air feeling like your heart was about to jump out of your cage. You knew you shouldn't do this however it was stronger than you. You unlocked your phone and went into the messages with the unnamed number.

Under the message sent above was a picture of a pack of cigarettes. Did he want more cigarettes? You were surprised because after everything he went through in the Upside Down he promised you he would stop smoking. Biting your lower lip nervously, you started scrolling up. There weren't a lot of messages, the earliest one was sent a few hours ago, half an hour before Eddie got home. However, one detailed message from him was enough to make your vision begin to blur.

unknown: how can I return the favor?

eddie: send nudes eddie: just kidding

As if burned, you threw the phone straight at him. He woke up with a growl. Little did he know, though, that a hangover would be the least of his worries. You quickly got out of bed and started getting dressed.

"What's goin on?" he asked seeing your condition

"What's goin on?" you asked pointing your finger at the phone. He frowned and looked at the tiny screen and then realized what was the reason for your behavior. "Who is she?"

"Chrissy's friend." he replied as if nothing had happened.

"And what does she have to repay you for?" Your voice slowly broke.

"After the party she needed a ride so I ordered a cab and we drove her and then I came back here. I don't see what the problem is."

"You really don't see what the problem is? Maybe in what you wrote back to her!"

"It was just a joke don't be dramatic!" he replied sitting down on the bed.

You couldn't believe it. He really thought that writing such things to other girls was okay? Even if it was just a joke, you were not going to accept it. Although you've always known that Eddie can laugh at anything, jokes also had their limits, and this was definitely overstepping them.

"You can't be serious now." you said looking straight at his tired face.

"It was just a joke." he repeated through his teeth. "It's not my fault you don't get them."

The old Eddie would never do something like that to you. The old Eddie, when Steve made jokes like that with other girls was the first to point it out to him and say how pathetic his behavior was. Your old Eddie at least would have let you know yesterday that he would be late and wouldn't be back for dinner.

"I don't care if it was a joke Eddie. I don't give a shit it was a joke!" you raised your voice. Everything you had kept under lock and key for the past months was just being released from you. "How would you feel if I wrote to any of your friends like that?"

An expression of realization flashed across his face, but after a moment it was again replaced by irritation. "After all, she didn't send me any, at least she knows it was a fucking joke, not like you!"

"You wouldn't even admit to me if she had sent one! You could have flirted with each other all the way back and you still wouldn't have told me about it!"

"Maybe we were!" he yelled. "Just- Can you just shut up, my head is pounding." He said hiding his face in his hands. "Get the stick out of your ass, because lately you've been doing nothing but whining."

"No. I'm sick of it Eddie. I'm sick of the person you've become." Shocked, he immediately raised his head. His big puppy eyes found yours however, this time you didn't give in. What was going on between the two of you was not good and it was time to explain. It was time for brutal honesty. "You have changed. You have become someone you would have been disgusted with just two years ago."

"What are you talking about?"

"About you, Eddie! Now all that matters to you is alcohol and these stupid parties. I don't know if you remember, but during one of your speeches at the table in high school you emphasized how much you despise such people!"

"I don't know if it gets to you, but we're not in high school anymore." he scoffed.

"What happened to you? What happened to Eddie, who wrote songs about fighting knights and dragons? Who wrote beautiful love ballads? Whose music had a message? Your last album is all empty words about sex, drugs and how there is nothing meaningful in life! I can understand to devote a few songs to that, but not a whole damn album!" You knew that criticizing his music would be a blow to a sensitive spot, but what was your one blow compared to his treating you like a punching bag? "Where is Eddie who couldn't wait for the campaign and was excited to wonder if Dustin would find an ulterior motive in it? Where is the Eddie who could talk to Will for hours about his role as DM? Where is the Eddie who at every possible opportunity went back to Hawkins to spend some time with his Uncle? Where the hell is the Eddie who didn't choose getting drunk over our dinners together? Where is the Eddie who was always looking for ways to be close to me?!"

"Y/n…" he tried to interrupt you however it was too late. You sped away breaking all the brakes along the way.

"Where is Eddie, who always answered my I love yous? Because the one in front of me now doesn't even want to look at me anymore." You were crying, struggling with breathing out the words. "For the past few months, every time I come you have a problem with kissing me. If I didn't hug you myself you wouldn't do it. You don't answer my messages, you don't answer my calls, when was the last time you told me you loved me?"

"Maybe I wouldn't have stopped doing that if you hadn't criticized me all the time!" he shouted avoiding your last question. He knew the answer would not be acceptable.

"And in what should I support you?! In getting drunk to the point of unconsciousness? Asking for nudes from other girls?! Do you even have any idea how much it hurts me? You don't tell me anything! You keep everything a secret, your nights out, your new friends, you never want to talk about it! How do I know what the hell you are doing there?! I'm supposed to support you in this so that later I can see pictures everywhere from clubs of you having a great time with your fans who are pushing themselves straight into your lap and you don't even try to stop them?!"

"You're just jealous! You're pathetically jealous because you can't accept that my life is so much better now and I don't need you in it at all!"

Suddenly you had nothing more to add. Everything had become clear. Clearer than you had imagined.

It took a while for him to realize what he had said, his words broke the heart not only for you but also for him, because he knew that this was the moment when he would lose you.

"Baby, no. Shit, I am so sorry-" he approached you quickly grabbing your hand but you immediately yanked it away. "Sweetheart, please, that's not what I meant. You know I love you, I'm sorry I've been acting like this lately, please, I'll change, I promise." he panicked. It intensified when he didn't get any response from you. You walked around the room collecting your belongings, which you threw into a suitcase occasionally wiping away tears. Despite his begging and following you around like a lost puppy dog you never spoke a word to him again. Even when you left slamming the door.

For the first few weeks it didn't get to him. He completely lost himself in the party vortex forgetting all God's world "enjoying" his freedom. Waking up in places he didn't know next to people he didn't remember with a massive headache, lack of energy and nausea. This was his new daily life. A daily life that was wearing him down. The Internet was buzzing with news, stories and footage of him getting into fights with other people, or of Gareth and Jeff or Simon having to carry him out of clubs and bars because he was so drunk he couldn't do it on his own strength.

Locked in a vicious cycle, he was starting to suffocate. Suddenly all the things he wanted so much but couldn't do when he was with you were starting to push him away. Suddenly all the quickies with people whose name he didn't even know began to disgust him. The mere mention of any alcohol made him sick. Despite the fact that there were still plenty of people around him giving him their full attention, he felt lonely. Queues of groupies lining up for the tour bus, the forbidden fruit that tempted so much turned out to be nothing.

Lying alone in bed, he stared at the ceiling feeling cold. The darkness that surrounded him consumed his entire soul. Hearing the vibration of the phone he quickly grabbed it hoping it was a message from you, but it wasn't. Suddenly Eddie felt a burning feeling in his eyes that he hadn't felt in a long time. He touched his tear-wet cheeks in disbelief. He couldn't remember the last time he cried, but it must have been a very long time ago. Feeling despair spreading throughout his body, he decided to grab a lifeline and called the person he could always count on in such situations. The person who never refused to help him and who always managed to chase away his demons. Unfortunately, this person did not answer this time, leaving him alone. The person he shouted right in her face that he didn't need her in his life. Sadly, he needed her more than he thought, and loved her even more, but somewhere in his crazy journey, greedy for fame, he forgot all about it leaving him completely alone. He thought about the moment you separated, thought about everything you told him then, thought about how right you were. The longer he thought about it, the more disgusted he became with the person he had become. You were so damn right. He felt like a blinded fool. In fact, that's exactly what he was. The Eddie you loved got lost in the maze of celebrity and money, and in order to survive there he had to adapt to the new environment by creating a completely new version of himself. A version he wasn't proud of.

When he finally calmed down and wiped away his last tears he felt a surge of motivation. He was determined to find the old Eddie and bring him back.

Everyone immediately noticed the change. When rock star, social spirit, party monster Eddie Munson locked himself inside four walls cutting himself off from everything people were shocked. The real reason was known only to the members of Corroded Coffin, who forced him to talk. When he finally told them everything they showed him great support and helped him regain his former self. It was not an easy and quick process, but after a few months he managed to change tracks. Focusing mainly on writing new songs, after the concerts he always returned to the hotel, where he occupied his thoughts with planning D&D campaigns to which he also wanted to return. It turned out that escaping into the fantasy world was still great medicine for his tortured soul. He spent a great deal of time talking to Wayne. The old man was initially very surprised, but also happy to hear his nephew more often now. At his and Corroded Coffin's manager's urging, he also tried visits to a psychologist, which helped him not only find balance in his new life but also helped him deal with nightmares from the past.

The last destination on the tour was Indianapolis. Being so close to home, Eddie sent you all VIP entrance tickets. With a tightness in his heart, he watched as Max, Lucas, Dustin, Mike, El, Erica and Will lined up right at the barriers in front of the stage. Right behind them walked Steve and Robin, and at the very end you. After such a long time of no contact with you, he felt like crying at your sight. He didn't believe you would come, he thought you hated him and nothing would convince you to be here today. And yet there you were. Fate was giving him a chance and he wasn't going to let it pass.

The concert went well, to everyone's surprise, they didn't play a single song from the new album. They relied mainly on those that were written back in Gareth's garage in the days when the world had no idea who Corroded Coffin was. Some people, were not happy about this, but the vast majority sang the songs along with them as much as they had breath. At the very end of the performance, Eddie approached the microphone putting his finger to his lips, thus asking for silence.

"Before we finish, I'd like to announce something." he said looking around. "I'm damn grateful for each and every one of you here, if it weren't for you, we would never have gotten this far, and I will never be able to repay you for that." The crowd went wild, everyone started shouting and applauding, and Eddie smiled and once again asked for silence. "Unfortunately, even on the most beautiful journey one can get lost. And I got lost very badly, and I think that if someone hadn't shouted it in my face a few months ago I would never have found my way back." He grunted. He tried to find you in the crowd, but the headlights blinded him and he couldn't. You, however, saw him. You saw him very well, for the first time in a long time you saw Eddie. The real one. "But I found it. This road is not one of the easiest, so it hurts my heart to tell you that this is the last Corroded Coffin concert this year. It will be a few months before we start working on the new album and hit the road again, and I hope that at least some of you have the boundless patience to welcome us back in time as warmly as you bid us farewell today." he chuckled, receiving thunderous applause anew. "But before we say a final goodbye for today we have a surprise for you."

Unfamiliar chords rang out from the speakers as everyone realized it was a new song, and people started jumping and shouting with excitement.

Cold ground as your deathbed The last thing you hear is scream Heart-wrecking cry of a little ship The little ship is begging Praying to the God above for a miracle You don't know which one But one of them have heard the prayer And you are breathing again

You are back but something is wrong You are back but something is missing Your hands are cold Your heart is colder

Then you meet her Like a ray of sunshine cutting through the clouds Her touch is soft Her voice is calm But her heart Her heart was forged in the abyss of hell In the fire hottest than the Sun She's got a hellfire heart

You can try to avoid it You can try to escape But when she touches you she leaves burning marks She will break your ribs She will pull the lungs out of your chest She will find a way to your heart And you will let her

Be careful you blind fool Because once you lose her You feel like death is taking you back Be careful you stupid creature Because once you stop appreciating what you've got You'll end up alone Without the littlest spark to keep you warm You will freeze to death in the middle of a fire

When you meet her Like a ray of sunshine cutting through the clouds Her touch is soft Her voice is calm But her heart Her heart was forged in the abyss of hell In the fire hottest than the Sun She's got a hellfire heart

After the concert officially ended, the whole group went backstage. Seeing the excitement of everyone except you, Eddie guessed that you didn't tell anyone about what happened between you. When he found the right moment he pulled you aside and locked the two of you in a fitting room. Without a word you stared at each other waiting for someone to finally make the first move. Despite his fear, he knew he had to be the one to make it.

"Thank you for coming." he said quietly taking a step closer to you, but you took that one step back. "I know I fucked everything up, I know that some stupid song won't change anything, I know you have the right to hate me. I've been a complete asshole, everything at its worst, I've treated you in a terrible way, and to tell you the truth I don't even deserve to have you standing here with me…" he once again tried to approach you. This time you did not move away. "I love you, I haven't stopped loving you and you need to know that. I know I didn't show it to you like I should have, I know you didn't feel it and you had the right to doubt it. I want you to know that I have changed. At least I'm trying to do that, I'm in therapy and it's said to be having an effect. Who would have thought, huh?"

"Your apology won't make me forget all this Eddie." you said.

"I know, and I don't expect you to forget. All I'm asking you for is a chance, to show that I've changed. I may never be able to get back the old Eddie you fell in love with, but I can assure you that the Eddie you hated is definitely not coming back. In front of you stands a brand new Eddie, hopefully better than the previous ones."

"I can forgive you, but that doesn't mean it will stop hurting." The tears in your eyes were breaking his heart. Old Eddie would have killed him for how much pain he caused you. "Even if I forgive you it doesn't mean I'll give us a second chance Eddie. I don't know if I'll be able to."

"I know, but I beg you to try to get to know me again. Maybe someday you'll be able to fall in love with me all over again." he grabbed your hand. Large and warm, in which you could easily hide your own. Whose touch used to be home to you.

"I forgive you." you whispered. Hearing those words, he couldn't stop the smile that pressed on his lips. That was enough. From that moment on, he knew he would do anything to fix the mistakes of the past.

"Can I hug you?" he asked shyly, and you only nodded your head. Holding you in his arms, he felt that his life was becoming complete again.

Your path was uncertain, you had no idea how it would end, and neither did he. However, the end was far away, and for now you had to focus on the beginning.

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Boyfriend! Miche Zacharias Boyfriend Headcanons 𐑺ִ - 🌳 ₪ ˚ Ꮺ 🧺ꞌꞋ

note: am I back? am I back? I hope so 😭🤚 I'm a day late, but here's a miche zacharias boyfriend headcanons. [Miche HC anon if you're reading this, hi. I wuvyu] I've so much to post about him in my drafts but time and being burnout is not so fun

warnings: unedited (I'm typing all this on my phone) slight mention of an FWB relationship, reader is artist-coded, Miche calls reader 'doll'

boyfriend Miche and you whose relationship really didn't *surprise* your pool of friends at all. The two of you already acted like a couple. If anything it was you two who were surprised.

boyfriend Miche and you who started off as being friends with benefits [here's a fic I wrote] where alot of nights were spent sleeping on his chest, or him sleeping above you

fwb Miche who looked at you one night, so close to asking if you two should *escape again*

fwb Miche offering his shoulder to you when you shyly rest your head once Hanji starts talking about a new government funded research on Ragako's cattle practice.

fwb Miche who checks up on you throughout Hange's story, noticing that your fighting off sleep.

fwb Miche who's heart stops beating. he was sure it stopped beating when you looked up and said, 'let's go home'

fwb Miche who confirmed that he felt more that just "I like being around (y/n)." when he looked at your sleeping figure on his passenger seat when he stopped at a red light.

boyfriend Miche who's more shameless I'm asking you if he could watch you draw/write/edit/paint.

boyfriend Miche who's worried that you'll injure yourself making your canvases, so he takes it up in himself. "Can't have you accidentally hammering yourself with this—" "might've happened once".

Boyfriend Miche who took it as his responsibility to make your canvases from then.

Boyfriend Miche who tries to play it cool that he's in love. Everyone at work notices him smiling more, smiling at his phone more. His interns were sure that it was his bike that shamelessly roared when the clock showed 5pm.

Boyfriend Miche who keeps all your doodles of you two in his wallet. Just underneath the polaroid the two of you had taken.

Boyfriend Miche and you who are still friends. One day you catch him smiling as he cooked, "You're smiling stupid" "I am?" He says with a smirk "I'm in love with the prettiest person alive" "oh"

Boyfriend Miche who takes in your stunned face, leaning towards you to peck your face. Then a quick one on the lips.

Friends who kiss more, as you two would joke about.

Boyfriend Miche never understanding why you two should match. slowly though, he's the one who initiates it. Matching watches, matching keychains, matching baseball caps.

Boyfriend Miche who likes towering over you when you two shop for groceries or go to bookstores, vending enough to rest his chin on top of your head.

Boyfriend Miche also has an embarrassing amount of pictures of you sleeping on him.

Boyfriend Miche who goes straight to your house than his after an unexpected overtime. "I'd rather be here than that apartment"

Boyfriend Miche who tiredly watches you from the couch as you put takeout food on plates. "You didn't have to, (Y/n).You're tired, too" "Yea.. I still wanna eat with you unless you don't want to"

Boyfriend Miche has that stupid smile again, forcing himself up from the couch and joining you on the floor. "What was my doll's day like?"

#nick headcanons #aot miche #miche zacharias #snk miche #snk mike #mike zakarius x reader #miche zacharias x reader

[elliespassagerprincess]

𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝘃𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲: 𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

This is a happy one! Like i promised in my last post.. speaking of my last post thank you for all the love and support! Anyway lets get back to the story:)

This story is based off the edit below! It popped up on my fyp and i was like "fuck yeah! lemme make this a story"

And it's also heavily inspired by the song All of the girls you've loved before by Taylor Swift! If you can please listen to the song as you're reading:) The story is not based off the full song, only the beginning <3

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: Jackson!ellie x fem!reader

Remember requests are always open! Feel free to leave one, or you could just send me a song and i'll take it from there

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: none:)

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: Two lost girls, finally found what they've been looking for in each other

When you think of all the late nights

Lame fights over the phone

Wake up in the mornin' with someone

But feelin' alone

Ellie sighed, slightly rubbing her eyes, as she slowly sat up. She didn't know where she was, and who the hell was laying next to her?

Suddenly all the memories came flooding back to her. Dina broke up with her, Ellie went out to celebrate her new freedom, Ellie saw you for the first time, she got jealous that Dina was dancing with you. Even though Ellie had no clue who you were, she wanted you. She got drunk and she ended up in some random girls bed.

"What a night" Ellie thought to herself. She got out of the bed as quietly as possible- trying not to wake the girl next to her. Ellie let out a soft fuck as her feet touched the cold tiles. She practically ran back to her house, praying that no one saw her.

Ellie hopped in the shower, warm water hit her hair, and she led out a hum out of pleasure as the water dripped down her head. As she squeezed a big gulp of shampoo on her hair, her thoughts went back to you.

Who were you? Why hasn't she seen you before? Why were you dancing with Dina? Did you like girls? Could she have you?

Ellie quickly decided she'll find out who you were. Ellie wanted to, no, needed to have you. You were beautiful. The kind of beautiful that would make any person fall in love with you instantly. The kind of beautiful that would make make thousands of people drool over you. Even if you didn't want Ellie, Ellie just needed to know your name.

A heart is drawn around your name

In someone's handwriting, not mine

We're sneakin' out into town

Holdin' hands, just killin' time

A small smile graced Ellie's face as she wrote in her journal. Your name sat in a corner with a heart around it.

Since that day, Ellie went straight to Maria, immediately asking her a million questions about the new pretty girl. After interrogating Maria, Ellie found out you came a couple of months ago, and that you worked on a farm. To Ellie's frustration, Maria wont tell her anymore things about you. So her only option was to go up to and talk to you.

It was a silly crush. Or it started as a crush, but now it's an obsession. Ellie memorized your routine. She knew what time you came to breakfast, she knew which animals were your favorite. She got to know you, by listing in on your conversations with friends. She knew your favorite color, favorite bands. Ellie knew everything.

"You cant follow her around forever a voice" said from behind Ellie, and she almost pissed herself. Ellie turned around and met eyes with Tommy.

''You like her, don't you?"

"Like is a under statement" Ellie said

"you know, talking to her is easy" another voice said.

"Why the fuck are you talking to my girl" Ellie asked and she made eye contact with Jesse.

"She isn't yours" tommy interrupted

"yet" Ellie said quickly

"Well you better hurry up because you aren't the only one that has eyes for her" Tommy said pointing to where you were standing

Ellies brows furrowed as she took in the sight. You were there talking to some of the new guys that recently joined Jackson. Ellie felt like she could see red. If they were allowed to keep weapons on them, Ellie would've grabbed one of her knives and she would cut off their-

Her thoughts of violence were cut off by Jesse's hand coming into contact with her shoulder, giving her a slight nudge, its now or never he he whispered as the two of them watched you walk over to the farm.

Your past and mine are parallel lines

Stars all aligned and they intertwined

And taught you

The way you call me, "Baby"

Treat me like a lady

All that I can say is

Ellie cringed at the memory of her asking you out.

If started with her following you to the farm. When she eventfully spotted you, Ellie tried her best to act non-chalet, but the universe wasn't on her side, as she was about to introduce herself she fell face first into a bunch of cow shit. She heard you laugh in the distance as you ran to her, asking her is she was ok. Instead of answering your question Ellie just said "my name is Ellie" and she gave you a shy smile as her face was full of shit. You let out a laugh and the rest was history.

Now here Ellie sat in front of you on one knee, holding a ring she spent months looking for.

With tears still streaming down your face you said "who would've thought I would end up with the cow shit girl"

all Ellie let out was a "shut up", as she grabbed your face for a kiss.

All of the girls you loved before (ooh)

Made you the one I've fallen for

Every dead-end street

Led you straight to me

Now you're all I need

I'm so thankful for

All of the girls you loved before

But I love you more

All the girls Ellie loved before, doesn't compare to you. Riley, Kat, Dina, none of them. Ellie thought she would never find love again after everyone of her relationships. She's thankful to all the girls she's been with, that taught her how to do things. That showed her pain. And that taught her love. Now she had you. She's thankful for Dina, and that night in the bar. If Dina wasn't dancing with you Ellie would've never saw you. Ellie thought she would end up alone, but there you were. You were the light in her darkness. And there were no words to describe how happy she was when said yes to her proposal.

She might've loved them before you, but she loves you more.

A grin was plastered on your face as you walked down the isle. Who would've thought you would find love. Who would've thought you'd end up getting married but here you are.

The pastor let a you may now kiss the bride and Ellie leaned in, her warm lips toughing yours. As your lips were locked it felt like there were fireworks exploding inside your stomach. Both you and Ellie smiled into the kiss, and when you both finally pulled away there were huge grins on both your faces. Ellie held your hand into the air as both your family and friends screamed with excitement.

This was the beginning of your fairytale.

Ellie was thankful to all the girls you've loved before because they made you who you are today. Her wife.

The two of you might've had other lovers before each other, but you both loved each other more

Authors note: Thank you for reading, i hope this makes up for the last post! Remember to always be kind and feel free to request anything! Stay tuned for my next story, it'll be posted Tuesday, and you better be ready because its a bumpy one!

Yours truly,

Zia:)

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[khoipyan]

how many photos would he have of you? (REMASTERED)

how many photos would octavinelle have of their s/o?

warnings; none, also this isn’t meant to be seen in a creepy way! it’s actually meant to be romantic and cute! reader is also implied shorter than floyd in his part, but there's no actual description of HOW MUCH shorter you are in height.

notes; you can tell how much i love writing for these fish men omg. also this is a rewritten and reuploaded fic that i previously wrote on my deactivated acc! same general idea, but i want to put it back up for people who want to read something similar again.

notes2; *cutely searches up synonyms for photos..* anyways this won’t be worded the EXACT same as my precious one, but the general idea will! thanks for the support btw, 3 days and already 26 followers?! 😭 ily guys /p

notes3; i feel like this one was longer than the original one bc i added some stuff... but it's all generally the same idea ok have fun reading

azul ashengrotto

okay. unfortunately, he’s not going to put photos of you publicly like in the vip room in mostro lounge.

he’s not embarrassed of you! he just doesn’t find the need to display you everywhere (as much as he wants to).

however, he’ll definitely have a small photo or two of you in his wallet. one of the photos is just you, and the other one would be a photo of him AND you.

(my definition: he gets to carry you around like a pocket chibi in his wallet /j)

can't really see the guy having pics of you plastered all over his walls, if somebody walked in and saw that he would absolutely DIE (which is why he can't do that).

but on his nightstand beside his bed, he'll have a small framed photo of you. azul always wishes you a goodnight everytime he heads to bed, wishing that both you and him have the sweetest of dreams.

he may or may not give you a goodnight kiss... but you didn't get this info from me.

jade leech

i can't really see him as the type of guy who takes many photos. he's more of the, "spend time together for memories" instead of "take photos for memories" type.

however, if you want him to take more portraits of you, he won't exactly be opposed. after all, he does enjoy making you happy (as well as having memories that he can actually look back at)

jade probably does have a photo of you in his wallet, but the problem is that it's probably hidden behind several cards and receipts, so he'd likely never get the chance to even see the photo while opening his wallet.

but what he DOES have a framed photo of you on the wall. it's not tremendously large, but it's average sized. of course, framed with silver and pearls as decoration. you deserve to look beautiful on his wall!

but that's it.

hey, you guys should have a photo of each other so you can be matching...

floyd leech

has 3 to 5 photos of you on his wall just above his desk (they're fairly small). that's it!

just joking, this is floyd we're talking about. do you really think he wouldn't take so many photos?

they're ALL on his phone, and he has a LOT too. from the extremely blurry ones from his chasing you, to the really good quality ones, you name it! they're all entirely in his gallery.

he likes specifically taking photos from the top angle (you know how you hold your camera above your head and look at it?) because it makes you look much shorter than him. you could even be 1 centimeter shorter and he'll still take those photos just to emphasize how small you are to him.

refuses to delete any of the bad shots if it includes you in it (unless you're the one asking him to). what do you mean he doesn't need 24 blurry photos of you running away from him?

anyways, he has the most photographs out of the trio. simply because he takes away too many photos, needed or not.

friendly reminder to not let him steal your phone or else you'll have 56 photos of him goofing around by the time you get it back.

— due to be edited at anytime —

#writing!🍤 #twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #floyd x reader #floyd leech x reader #azul x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #jade leech x reader #jade x reader #jade leech #floyd leech #azul ashengrotto #twst azul #twst floyd #twst jade #twisted wonderland jade #twst floyd leech #twst jade leech #twst azul ashengrotto #twisted wonderland floyd leech #twisted wonderland jade leech #twisted wonderland azul ashengrotto #twisted wonderland azul #scrib.bles🫧

[lowkeyrobin]

How did I never realize you wrote for Josh, Juicy and Eddie too omg?? :00 that's so cool

Also!

Could I request a Foolish x Reader with them being online friends meeting up irl for the first time (stupid sillies crushing on each other and flustered confessions have a death grip on me lmao)

I recently got back into the boys so 🙏🙏 just doing God's work yk? this app needs to be blessed by x reader fics of them so mwahhahaah (leave me sm reqs for them idec) ; ooo okay okay I see u bro, I got you ; thanks for requesting and I hope you enjoy! ; post writing me, sorry this is so short, idek man I had a couple paragraphs then deleted them bc they were so unnecessary lolll ; ALSO TWO POSTS TODAY!! I might post tonight but we'll see. two of these oneshots are hurting my brain bc idk what to do LMAOOO

FOOLISH GAMERS ; flustered confessions

summary ; you meet up with foolish irl and dorkily confess your feelings

warnings ; language, supportive little elderly people 🫶

word count ; 491

masterlist

You were now sitting in Foolish's office, watching him finish editing a video he didn't complete before he left to pick you up from the airport. You lay on the floor, a plushie shark used as a pillow for your head, the (mostly nonexistent) jetlag getting the best of you.

He turns around in his swirly chair, finding you on the floor. "You okay?" He smiles.

You nod in response, his smile making you feel a twisty-turny feeling in your stomach as it was swarmed with butterflies. "You wanna go get something to eat? I'm starving"

"Yeah, sure. Where do you wanna go?" He speaks, grabbing his phone and wallet off his desk to shove them in his pants pockets.

"Anything local?" You suggest, sitting up to put the plushie back where it went on his shelving system.

"Yeah, I have a few ideas" He nods with a little smile, "C'mon, I'll drive"

"Yes sir"

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Foolish had taken you two to a little diner on the edge of town. You sit in the high tops in front of one of the large windows, sipping on cool glasses of water and chewing on the sandwiches you'd ordered.

An elderly couple walks past, smiling as they see the two of you laughing and smiling together. The old woman smiles as her and her husband slowly walk past, her frail voice respectfully quieting the two of you.

"You two are so adorable together. You better put a ring on that finger, young man"

Foolish's cheeks quickly redden as he smiles kindly at the old woman. "Oh, thank you"

You giggle, feeling your face flush a bit.

The old lady gives you both a warm smile, the same as her husband's, as they walk away toward the front counter to place their order. You and Foolish look at each other, nervous and flustered looks plastered on your faces.

"That was..." You start.

"Yeah." He chuckles, trying to hide his smile.

You snicker, looking away for a moment.

You're both quiet for a minute, not knowing how to redirect the conversation.

"I mean... she wasn't wrong." Foolish shrugs, catching your gaze with his awkward smile.

"Huh?" You question, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"I think we look cute together," He says, his voice cracking a little bit. "I like you," He shrugs, trying to act nonchalantly as he looks for a reaction in your eyes.

You blink a few times, trying to find a way to react as you scan over every scenario in your head. "Oh" is the only thing to slip out from your mouth.

"Oh?"

"No, like, good! Sorry"

"No, no, you're fine! Uh-"

"Sorry"

You talk over each other, still flustered and nervous around each other.

"Would you wanna make this a date?" You quickly ask, stealing the words from Foolish's mouth.

"Yeah!" He smiles, "Sure"

"Cool"

"We can't tell Quackity about this, okay?"

"Oh, yeah, of course"

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt x reader #mcyt preferences #mcyt oneshot #gender neutral reader #gn reader #gn! reader #they/them reader #foolish gamers oneshot #foolish gamers x reader #foolish gamers #foolish gamers x you

[khaotunq]

i'm so confused that your ask didn't appear in my inbox but instead appeared only in my notifs. wild. ANYWAY I LOVE THIS GIF I'M KISSING U ABOUT IT

EDIT ur ask didn't actually appear on my dash when i posted it so i have cunningly screenshotted

ANY-ANYWAY. Since I'm a liar who said I was going to bed and then didn't, how about AkkAyan dressing up? It's THEMATIC. Also I made that little gif for my ask to you and ended up rewatching the Our Skyy eps in the background, then remembered I wrote this!

*

Wat threw a costume party. That’s how it had started. That was the reason all of Ayan's friends were mad at him.

  In his defence, Wat clearly hadn’t thought through all potential permutations of a costume party for his birthday. He’d given them the prompt of old Thai movies and left them to it.

  It had surprised Ayan how little convincing it had taken to get Akk into the ridiculously tight shirt and pants that predominantly made up his costume. He'd rolled his eyes and fussed and turned his single syllable nickname into a three second groan, but he'd let Aye pick, and he'd certainly voiced no complaints when Ayan had pointed out he’d be wearing something similar, just in black.

  It also shouldn’t have been possible to look good in a ridiculous all-yellow outfit. That was part of Ayan's defence too: nobody but nobody should manage to pull off being dressed head to toe in banana yellow in lieu of gold.

  Akk could, it turned out. Akk did. Ayan was man enough to admit that at least half the reason he'd taken the black outfit was that he knew he'd be entirely unable to control himself around his boyfriend in form fitting black. Akk, at least, could usually be counted on to act appropriately.

  Usually.

  Anyway, it was Wat’s fault. All of it.

  It was Wat's fault they'd even heard of The End of the Red Eagle in the first place. Ayan would have never paid it any mind were it not for Akk insisting that their friendship with Wat depended on it. Ayan did sleep through most of Wat’s suggestions and although Akk ragged on him for it, he thought Akk enjoyed it when he was curled up sleeping in Akk's arms rather than awake and pointing out logical fallacies in any given film just to annoy him.

  So, Ayan had little to no real idea what the plot of Red Eagle was, but Akk hadn’t seemed overly fussed when Ayan suggested the hero and villain as their costumes.

  Ayan suspected Akk had also fallen asleep. He did it more than he'd ever admit to, because Ayan had woken up to him fast asleep under him several times while one of Wat's recommendations played on his laptop next to the bed. Akk would never admit to it, and Ayan found it too endearing to challenge: he knew Akk's phone browser was full of tabs on for various movie pages so that he could refer to them if Wat ever asked.

  By the time they arrived at Wat's, Ayan had reevaluated every choice he'd ever made that had led to that moment. He loved Akk for far more than his physical attributes, but the costume was serving as a brutal reminder of many of those attributes. He loved Akk's legs, which were normally a mile long anyway but were at that moment torturously accentuated by the bright yellow fabric clinging to them.

  Akk's body was already something Ayan was used to thinking about - and wanting - but the frankly obnoxious belt Ayan had picked out had turned his hips and waist into features specifically designed to test Ayan’s ability to keep his hands on the wheel on the drive over.

  Ayan had to unclench and clench his fists several times to get circulation flowing through them again after they’d parked up.

  Akk caught him staring a couple of times and had just laughed at him. He’d leaned in as they waited on Wat’s doorstep and reached around to check Ayan's mask was secure, using the excuse to run his fingers through his hair.

  Akk had started it. That was for sure. It was all Wat’s fault, but Akk had started it by flirting with him so openly. Ayan would have been just fine if Akk would have just kept his hands to himself.

  Whether that was true or not, nobody could prove anything.

#sollucets #ask post #so it is decreed #tuserrowan #ficwit #akkayan #the eclipse #halloween 23 #okay now i'm really going to bed #fun fact the entire fic is actualy 6k and still unfinished #i am not likely to finish it #but here's 700 words of it <3

[moondal514]

Just Leave a Comment Fest 2023 Holiday Edition

Final overall comment total for @justleaveacommentfest: 76

Here’s a very multi-fandom fic rec list of a few of the fics I read (reread in some cases), loved, and commented on that were on theme for each day of the fest:

Day 1: first fandom

(BBC Merlin is not technically the 1st fandom I was ever a part of, or even the 1st fandom I ever read fic for, but I do consider it my 1st real fandom because it’s the 1st fandom I interacted with as intensely as I interact with my fandoms now and it’s also the 1st fandom I ever wrote and posted fic for)

Fandom: BBC Merlin

Prick Love for Pricking by horsecrazy/ @cbk1000

In which Arthur and Merlin hook up at a sex party.

I haven’t felt the urge to read Merlin fic in years, but then I stumbled across this fic, which is honestly one of the funniest things I’ve read in a hot minute, and now my love for Merthur has reawakened within me with vengeance

And Down the River's Dim Expanse by horsecrazy

In which Arthur is a water spirit who tries to drown Merlin. Merlin is not impressed.

Literally obsessed with this fic from the second I read the 1st paragraph

Day 2: bookmark day

Fandom: All For the Game

never said that i didn't need you by incogneat_oh/ @incogneat-oh

"Aaron, are you ready to go? The emergency room queue isn’t getting any shorter.”

Aaron feels a thrill of nervousness pull unpleasantly in his belly. He doesn’t want to spend the night in a brightly-lit, overcrowded emergency room and have strangers prodding at him. He glances back at Andrew, who looks as disinterested as ever. He’s slouched over, hands in his lap and unmoving, face expressionless. He’s facing forward, but his eyes are on Aaron.

And Aaron’s halfway out the door when he swivels. Blurts, “You’ll come with me?"

--

Aaron and Andrew spend an evening hanging out in the emergency department.

One of my personal fave twinyard-centric fics

Fandom: The Historian

among some talk of you and me by Hokuto

Reader, I pray that you will have the strength to walk with me a little longer.

I remember when I 1st found this fic I was so shocked cuz I had no idea anyone had even written fic for this book, but this is literally a perfect little epilogue because it has everything I loved from the book (scholarly nerdiness, libraries, and Dracula)

Day 3: old favorites

Fandom: BBC Sherlock

The World on His Wrist by bendingsignpost/ @bendingsignpost

First, he is shot in Afghanistan. Second, he wakes to a phone call in Chelmsford, Essex. Third is pain, fourth is normalcy, fifth is agony and sixth is confusion. By the eighth, he's lost track. (John-centric AU)

An exceedingly old favorite of mine, like literally one of the 1st fics I ever read on ao3, but I just learned today that I had apparently never commented on it previously, which made it perfectly on theme for this day of the fest

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

When the Stars Threw Down Their Spears by umisabaku/ @umisabaku

"It’s hard to understand the hierarchy when a school like Nekoma exists, putting them all together like they belong, but by the time Kenma enters high school he understands the difference. Kuroo is a black panther, rare and precious; a large predator stronger than most any other foe.

Kenma is a calico housecat. His coloring is uncommon, but he is not special."

Shapeshifter!AU. Kenma struggles with a culture and the rules of courtship.

When I was in high school and at the peak of my sports anime phase, this was one of my fave fics, and so I loved revisiting it all these years later

Day 4: fandom curiosities

Fandom: Mysterious Lotus Casebook

Three Autumns by rageprufrock/ @rageprufrock

If Li Lianhua had known this mess would be waiting for him, he wouldn't have bothered to crawl out of his own grave.

The most I know of this show is what I’ve seen through a few gifs on my tumblr dashboard, but this fic made me fall so hard for the characters it’s not even funny

Fandom: Interview With the Vampire

hell and you by quensty/ @keithal

With respect to Daniel’s life, pain in the ass is spelled A-R-M-A-N-D.

I have read one (1) book and watched one (1) episode of the show, so I barely have any idea who these characters are, but holy shit this dynamic compels me

Day 5: rec a fic

Fandom: Mo Dao Zu Shi

a made thing by animediac/ @jaywalkers

Because at the end of it all, Wei Wuxian walks away with his happy ending and the rest of them are left with nothing.

(or, what comes after everything has gone)

Fantastic post-canon fic by one of the few writers that can make Chengsang convincing to me

Fandom: Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System

Life is (not) a Hallmark Movie by mellicindi/ @mellicindi

Shen Yuan isn't lonely. He's just overseas in a new city, trying to muddle his way through a business degree, and dealing with the side effects of his stupid intestines trying to kill him. So, maybe he sometimes watches ASMR to cope with his too-quiet apartment. Maybe he has a little bit of a parasocial-relationship-thing going on with one particular cooking ASMR channel. It's 2016, who doesn't? The point is, he's content with his quiet life.

And then Shang Qinghua strong-arms him into watching one Hallmark Christmas movie, and it all goes to hell.

Or: Shen Yuan is a Hallmark movie protagonist, Luo Binghe is a Lifetime movie protagonist, and somehow they make it work.

I sadly missed the read-along this year, but this fic has been on my tbr since pretty much as soon as I started reading fic for this fandom, so I got to finally read it and it’s really fantastic

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As always, I’ll continue to comment on fics and show all you writers appreciation for your craft <3

#just leave a comment fest #fic rec #fic rec list #bbc merlin #aftg #the historian #bbc sherlock #hq #iwtv #mdzs #svsss #mlc