#feel free to send me prompts or any sort of drawing request

[kuroha1412]

did you change your name ? if you’re still into dcmk could you draw more conan and co. shenanigans? preferably with kaito but anybody is ok

aka how the identity reveal goes

#dcmk #KID #edogawa conan #amuro tooru #kuroba kaito #basically conan was taking care of KID's injured dove #but then it notices kaito walking by #and outs him #LOL #my art #i was eggsyowo but i decided to change it xd #anyway requests are open ! #feel free to send me prompts or any sort of drawing request #(for the fandoms i listed)

[finniestoncrane]

🩷🍿 Finnie's 2k Follower Event 🍿💚

🩷💚🩷 EVENT NOW CLOSED 🩷💚🩷 hello and welcome to my silly little cinema 🩷💚🩷💚 this time around i've got options for moodboards, mini playlists, character pairings, and as always, ficlets and headcanons!! as always my little beloveds, read my rules, & send your requests in (and include reader's gender/pronoun/genital info where needed!) i don't know how many requests i'll do (edit: i'll be doing 50 requests for this event, there are still plenty of spaces!!) and i'll try to avoid similar prompts!! (normal requests are still open just now but i won't be writing them or posting them until after the event) along with the drabbles and headcanons, i'll also do a little giveaway of sorts with some commissions, so anyone who asks off anon will be included into a little draw for a free 500 word commission, and i'll pick some winners just to express how much love i have for you all ;-;💚 🔞minors dni🔞 • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie2k (to follow or to block)

hi welcome to the cinema!! are you ready to purchase your tickets?

i'll let my date decide [tell me a bit about yourself for a character pairing!]

yes!! [please scroll for options and prompts!]

if you're not here for a date, please choose from the options below and let me know which character you want!! (pick literally any character from my "will write" list! 1 for x reader, 2 for ships)

no more requests for btaa!scarecrow or zero year!riddler, please! their egos will explode lmao

where would you like to be seated? (pick 1 option)

right in the middle [movie soundtrack - mini playlist based on the character]

aisle seat [movie poster - i'll make a little moodboard based on the character]

front rows [short fic/drabble - scroll for the next options!]

back rows [headcanons/short form - scroll for the next options!]

which genre of movie would you like to see? (pick 1)

science-fiction [smut/pwp]

horror [dead dove/something dark]

action [hurt/comfort - physical]

drama [hurt/comfort - emotional]

romantic comedy [tooth rotting fluff]

thriller [angst]

and what would you like in your snack box? (pick up to 3, also yeah whatever my theatre serves fries and burgers!!)

🥤 soda [praise kink]

🧋 bubble tea [posessiveness]

🧃 fruit juice [touch starved, tensing up when shown affection]

🍹 cocktail [acts of care]

🍷 wine [confessing feelings]

🍺 beer ["i didn't mean it... it was an accident"]

🍕 pizza slice [dry humping]

🍔 slider [begging]

🌭 hotdog ["they'd/you'd never feel that way about me"]

🌶️ nachos [comforting through a breakup while pining]

🍟 fries [pet play]

🥓 jerky [oral sex/rimming]

🍿 sweet popcorn [sex as a tension release]

🧂 salted popcorn [watching a movie together]

🧈 butter popcorn ["look at you, you're dripping all over yourself"]

🧀 cheese popcorn [rough sex]

🥨 pretzel [roleplaying]

🍩 donut ["i think i love you"]

🍪 chocolate cookie [biting/licking/sucking]

🌈 rainbow cookie [clumsy first kisses]

🧁 cupcake [cnc/noncon/dubcon]

🍎 fruit cup ["you're going to ruin me"]

🍫 chocolate bar [voyeurism]

🍬 candy ["keep your eyes open, i want you to look at me"]

🍭 lollipop [choking]

🍧 frozen yoghurt [blushing in front of your crush, who finds it cute]

🍨 sundae [blind date]

🍦 vanilla ice cream ["that feels nice... it feels right"]

🍌 banana ice cream [sitting in their lap]

🍑 peach ice cream [spanking/impact play]

🍒 cherry ice cream [a kiss, then a slap, then a returned kiss]

🍓 strawberry ice cream ["your hands are so soft"]

🌰 trail mix [facefucking/face riding]

🥜 peanuts ["you're doing such a good job"]

🧅 grilled onions ["i want to smell myself on you"]

🥒 pickles [humiliation/degradation]

🥬 slaw [memorising the scars/marks on their body]

🔴 ketchup ["you said you'd never be caught dead doing something like this"]

🟡 mustard [piss]

🟢 ranch [feeling safe enough to fall asleep in each others' arms]

🥛 sour cream [cockwarming]

🥚 mayo ["let me show you"]

#finnie2k #follower milestone #x reader #fanfiction #fallout #dc rogues

[maiji]

Fortune Lenormand oracle/art deck - new edition + limited time free readings!

I'm excited to announce my Fortune Lenormand oracle/art deck is available again in a new edition (the biggest change: it now has a custom box!) yay!!

To celebrate, I thought it'd be fun to offer some free readings, the kind I used to do back when I was tabling at events! I personally find the 36-card Lenormand system accessible and enjoyable for both personal and creative prompt-type purposes. These readings will use the 2-card spread, which is easy to do!

How this works

To submit a request for a free reading, send it through my ask box between now (Fri Oct 27) and Sun October 29, 2023 midnight EST.

Optional: Along with your request, include your question and two numbers of your choice from 1-36.

I'll do as many readings as I can before the end of October. 

One question per person please!

I am not taking anonymous requests and these readings will be posted publicly. So don't share anything you're not comfortable with strangers on the Internet seeing!

I reserve the right to turn down a reading for any reason (the most likely reasons are if a question is rude/tasteless/inappropriate etc. or if I get too busy and can't do all the requests I get).

Asking your question

Your question must be an open-ended one, and not a question that can be answered with "yes" or "no".

Ironically, even though this deck is called "Fortune", I use them as tools for self-reflection and creative stuff, not fortune telling. It is an opportunity to open a dialogue with your self/subconscious!

For example, instead of "Should I [go to this event, do this thing, ___" or "Am I/Is someone/something else going to ___, try something like "What should I consider if I were to ___?" "Why do I want ___?" "What am I afraid of/hopeful for with regards to ___?" "How might I approach ___?" and so on.

You can learn more about this philosophy, and also get ideas for phrasing your question, on my site - check out the section that starts with "Framing your question" and up to/including "Reading Examples".

Also, you can have fun! Ask a question for your OC or a character you're writing! Ask questions for creative prompts! "I'm stuck in a fanfic I'm writing about X, Y and Z doing [whatever they're doing] and need an idea!" "I'm designing a new character, what could I incorporate into their personality or backstory?" "I want to draw a picture of my OTP and would like a prompt for inspiration!" and so on.

Decide what your question is before you make your request and don't forget what it is!

Seems obvious, but I'm reiterating this because you don't have to tell me your question when you make your request.

If you do tell me your question, it may help me give you more specific suggestions for how you can interpret the cards. If you're asking a creative prompt question, having details means I can suggest more relevant ideas for you to use as jumping off points.

If you don't tell me your question, please write it down somewhere or do something so that you don't forget it by the time I get around to your reading.

Obviously this is an honour system thing, but it doesn't really matter because if you sneak-change your answer, the only person it really affects (and potentially confuses) is yourself, haha.

If you wish to reveal what your question was afterwards, feel free to do so on the reading post!

Readings completed so far!

delphina2k: Creative prompt-type reading regarding Sydney from the webcomic Sombulus

lucylyall: Personal reading on changing habits/automatic ways of thinking

and-his-hands-were-24-crows: mystery reading!

blue-moonlight-sirens: Personal reading on what is coming in general

rootandbranchcomic: Personal reading on surviving a huge change

rawwrr04-blog: mystery reading!

crabbng: Creative prompt-type reading regarding Hana from the webcomic Kings of Sorts

supreme-sauteer: Personal reading on what's stopping me from putting myself out there

ancient-trees: Personal reading on sparking creative energy

#lenormand #oracle deck #art deck #shop #ink #art by maiji/mary huang #readings

[squalodinoappreciationsquad]

hello! This is my first time requesting a drabble from a prompt hopefully I'm doing this right-

Coming from the Flower Prompts post, may I ask for Arbutus for Squalo and Dino? I really like your writings for those two qwq 🩵

Thank you in advance!!

Hi hello this is actually perfect! Don't worry, feel free to send more! And thank you so much for the compliments, I absolutely adore your drawings 💕

Now, you gave me a DELICIOUS prompt, I hope you are going to enjoy this snippet!

Arbutus - a realization that you are my one and only  

Squalo and Dino meet each other again after the battle for the Vongola rings has ended, after all dust has settled and this time it is awkward. Some would say even painful to watch and indeed it does not go unnoticed by everyone around them.

Both the men had entartained the thought of them being together for the longest of time, they had yearned and pined even, in their teen years.

And then the huge presence of Xanxus had been the sort of bitter ending they both had, or so they had thought.

There had to be a battle.

There had to be blood.

There had to be opposite sides.

And then they finally understood.

When Dino finally realized, it was at the end of the Rain battle - he had expected to save Yamamoto from the inevitable death by being mauled by a shark and instead he had seen Squalo.

And in front of what had been his friend - and probably something more - unconscious and bloody, Dino could not help himself.

He felt dizzy, he felt all blood suddenly go away nd most of all he did not register how he had immediately crouched next to Squalo's body, trying to call him, to keep him awake.

And that was exactly when he realized it.

Oh no, he thought, oh no.

He absolutely knew it as he was dragged away by Romario, as Iemitsu was making his way.

And he found himself doing something he'd never thought he'd do. He begged for Squalo's life, no, the Varia's lives to be spared, inventing on the spot any possible excuse as to why the Vongola should not execute the Varia.

Sure, he is now indebted to the Vongola, but it was worth it, he thinks.

When Squalo opened his eyes again, in that hospital bed, the first one he saw was Dino.

None of the Varia were there, especially not Xanxus was there and yet.

The one walking next to him had never been Xanxus so far and Squalo had been so wrong the entire time, because there was someone waiting for him to wake up and it was Dino.

Somehow.

The uncomfortable feelings he had been struggling with finally agreed. Squalo looked intently at those sad brown eyes, memorized his faint smile as Dino told him that he had finally woken up.

And there and then Squalo realized that it had never been Xanxus the one he was looking for, the one he would lay his life for. and there and then he thought, oh fuck, oh no.

When Squalo managed to speak, his voice trembled lightly "Why... Why did you save me?"

And Dino's voice trembled too, hesitated even. "Because that would have been inconvenient if you died."

And they both knew that this was just a pathetic excuse, and they knew they were and always had been each other's person.

And now that the dust has settled, and they are both still alive, it is awkward and embarrassing and everyone is eyeing them trying to be polite but also curious to know what exactly has changed.

And neither one tries to make a step because - oh well, thwy should be past being two awkward teens vaguely in love.

They dance around each other and sit in the same room politely six feet apart like two Victorian lovers pulled out of a Jane Austen book and Tsuna and his guardians are too young to understand fully, and the Varia don't really have the emotional ability to just give the right nudge.

Luckily or not, however, Reborn has a plan.

Dino is after all a student of his and by proxy he has known Squalo for long enough.

It is going to be a fun time for everyone, especially for Squalo and Dino, Reborn thinks.

#khr #khr fanfic #kateikyoushi hitman reborn #katekyo hitman reborn #dino cavallone #squalo superbi #myrmyrtheorca #mod replies #squalodino #dino #squalo

[whisperoftheweepingwillows]

SELF INTRO <3

—————

soo hi! my names erin, im lesbian & i am a minor!! i know there’s a lot of controversy around younger users on here & there will be no hard feelings if u block me, but pls note i do not check everyones bio before liking their posts lol

obviously i don’t intentionally interact with any nsfw posts/blogs, nor do i read them, sooo

i mainly just come on here to read n write stuff (tlou especially!! abby has my heart <3 i am also into arcane rn - oh my god sevika - and i have seen my fair share of lgbt movies/shows lol)

i write fluff & angst (i LOOOVE using songs for prompts, there are a few in my drafts in the works) and im mainly just on here to read & write more!! feel free to send me requests (songs or just prompts!!)

i do draw a little as well, but not that often so we’ll see 😭😭

also fun fact about my blog name — my middle name is willow & i’ve ALWAYSSS loved weeping willows and i feel like in the wind they sort of sound like they’re whispering?? and also a lot of alliteration makes it kinda funky to say so thats the story behind it lol

that’s pretty much it, if u have a problem with me being here then again feel free to add me to the blocklist LMAO

thanks for reading!! byeee 🌿

#tlou #tlou2 #arcane #lgbtqia #wlw #lesbian #intro post #abby anderson #fluff #angst

[thesoulbox]

.STUFF ABOUT ME.

Whoop!! Hello!! This is just some basic info about me and the such, as well as some other things I'd like you to know!! If you have any questions feel free to ask!

Name: Maple/Reese/Sol

Pronouns: She/He/They

Hobbies:

Writing / Drawing / Animating / Painting / Reading / Roleplaying / Gaming

Fandoms:

FNAF / TWD (Game + Show) / Warrior Cats / The Office / TLOU / DBH / Adventure Time + Fionna And Cake / TOH / Amphibia

As of recent I have been incredibly hyperfixated on The Office and FNAF (specifically Security Breach)

---------

How long have you been on Tumblr?: I've literally never used it before but I've had an account for a little while for reading stories and such, I honestly have no clue what I'm doing :)

What are your socials?: I have a YouTube, an Instagram, and an AO3 account! I also have Discord but I'd rather keep that personal! Here are some links below!

YOUTUBE CHANNEL

AO3 ACCOUNT

INSTAGRAM ACCOUNT

Are writing requests open? Yes yes yes!! I'm thinking of making a fnaf sb oneshot book, so feel free to send in story prompts! (Extra points if its a Gregory and Freddy duo prompt or something with Gregory, Cassidy, or C.C ^^)

Is the art on your account yours?/May I use your art? All art on this account is mine unless stated otherwise! If you would like to use my art/catified designs that's fine! Just please provide credit!!

Will you do requests for other fandoms? I don't mind doing requests or prompts for different fandoms in my fandoms list! Just please note that I most likely will take longer on them due to my own inability to stay focused on something that I'm not hyperfixated on!!

What are your boundaries? I will not tolerate any kind of nsfw content nor will I create anything of the sort, I am willing to write graphic content (violence-wise) and I don't mind writing darker topics, just please do not take requests too far. Constructive criticism is allowed, just please be gentle!!

As for my personal boundaries, please do not pester me over requests or story updates, I get demotivated really easily and being harrassed doesn't help matters any. I'd prefer it if you used tone tags whilst talking to me, I struggle with tone in text!! My anxiety is a menace and I tend to freak out and panic over simple topics like, discussions of heart issues, discussions about death, pet loss, etc. If a conversation is becoming too much I will let you know, all I ask is that you respect my boundaries 😭(also please do not bring up nsfw shizbiz in my messages, it's just yuck.)

Do you accept questions/ideas? Yes of course!! Feel free to send it in the ask thingy or in my messages!!

Do you have OCs? SLAPS DOWN A BIG ASS BOOK OF TRAUMATIZED CHILDREN. You called? I'll occasionally post art of them, so keep a lookout for that! I'm also willing to answer questions about them as well! :)

How long have you been writing fanfiction? I've technically been writing fanfics since I was 10?? But they were self inserts and they were really bad, I used to write x readers when I was 11-12 but I eventually stopped writing fanfics to write my own stories. I'm just now starting up again on AO3 after a 3 and a half year break!

Are there any certain requests you want? Anything FNAF SB related would be an absolute godsend. like I said before, I am absolutely stuck on it LMAO

Will you share stories/headcanons/art here? I will be sharing my stories on ao3 here, as well as some little character headcanons I have! Along with some catified refs of them because I can't draw a human for the life of me. I will also be sharing oc art and animations here but don't expect too much of that LMAO

--------

But uhh I believe that's all! I can't think of anything else but if you have any other questions, just message me! Dont make it personal though or I'll hit your kneecaps with a shovel!! I can't wait to learn more about you all, have a lovely day! <3

#fnaf sb #fnaf fanart #fnaf #fnaf security breach #five nights at freddy's #warrior cats #warriors oc #new account #new user #new to tumblr #hello tumblr #first post #new here #newbie #writing #creative writing #fanfic #fnaf oneshots #fnaf fanfic #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #ao3 link #ao3 writer #writers on tumblr #gregory fnaf #glamrock freddy #glamrock chica #glamrock animatronics #introductory post #artists on tumblr

[coldysartblog]

Hi everyone! I'm happy to announce I'll be opening up commissions.

This post will go through all the relevant information and terms of commissioning me. Pricing and payment info is at the bottom of the post. This should answer most of your questions, but if you have any doubts then don't be afraid to send me a DM to ask =-)

My commissions submission form is here.

This first commission window will be until the end of August.

Please read through everything in this post before submitting!

General Info

My artwork is traditional art in monochrome (black and white). I will draw dragons and related draconic creatures such as wyverns, drakes, lindwyrms, etc - all included here under the term 'dragon' for simplicity. Anthropomorphic dragons may be considered on a case-by-case basis. Feel free to inquire! I do not do backgrounds at the moment.

I do two sizes of commissions: head and full-body. Head pieces will display the dragon's head and neck down to the shoulders and beginning of the upper chest. These take up roughly half a page of A4 paper. Full-body pieces are exactly that, and take up a full side of A4.

Commissions may be for an existing design, such as your original character (OC) and dragons from existing media, or a completely new design to be created by me.

I retain the right to decline taking on a commission if it contains content I would not like to engage with.

After I receive your commission request form, I'll contact you via email to inform you of your position in my request queue. We'll then discuss the idea you have in mind - the pose, general theme, number of dragons, expression, lighting, and so on - until we reach agreement.

You can expect to receive a draft sketch within 5 days of me formally accepting taking on your commission. If the commission is for a sketch, then you will receive the final piece within that same time frame! If you have commissioned lineart or a full-detail piece, we'll discuss the sketch to see if you're happy with how it's going. Upon your acceptance of this sketch, you will receive the final piece within 2 weeks from that date. The final piece will be a high quality image of the artwork.

If you are commissioning artwork depicting your OC, I would appreciate having a full visual reference sheet. However, this isn't absolutely necessary, and I can use a written description or other partial visual references instead.

New dragon designs

I'm happy to create a new design based on your prompts! We'll discuss this thoroughly to make sure it matches what you have in mind.

Highly complex designs, or those that require many revisions, may be subject to an additional cost of $5-20.

The final character is yours to use and modify as you wish. However, I would very much appreciate being linked/tagged as the original creator in any future work depicting this character!

Graphic content

Mild to moderate blood/gore is fine. I do not accept commissions with sexually explicit content. If you're unsure about any other sensitive content, just ask.

Privacy

By default, I will post completed commissions on this art blog - please let me know if you would like yours to be private. In this case, I will not post it or reveal the commissioner's identity: you alone will receive the piece. For commissions that I do post publicly, you may choose whether you'd like to be tagged/mentioned by name in the post or not.

Minor color details

I can add small flat color details, such as colored eyes, for free upon request.

Payment terms

I accept payment via PayPal, which I will send you a link to via email. This is strongly preferred but if you need an alternative arrangement we can sort something out.

Payment for sketches is given upfront upon my confirmation of taking the commission. Payment for other pieces is given upon your acceptance of my initial sketch.

I do not offer refunds.

An additional dragon may be added to the same piece for 70% of the original cost, up to a maximum of 3 dragons per piece.

Pricing

SKETCHES

A sketch involves a clearly defined basic depiction of the dragon with some minor details. Scale detail and shading is incomplete.

Head: $25

Full body: $45

LINEART

Lineart includes a cleaned-up depiction with thorough scale detail but without full shading. You may choose whether you want this done in fineline marker, only pencil, or both.

Head: $35

Full body: $80

FULL DETAIL

Full detail is what is seen in my biggest dragon pieces - a fully shaded and detailed piece.

Head: $55

Full body: $120

Thank you for reading & I hope to work with you soon!

#my art #admin post #commissions #commission info #dragons #dragon art #dragon

[minijenn]

COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN!!! BOTH FOR ART AND FOR WRITING!!! 

As per usual, feel free to send me a PM through any of the above channels to request yours! Also, bear in mind that all payments will be processed over PayPal and that for most of these (outside of comics and full pieces) must be paid full price up front before I will start working on them. Also generally all prices are negotiable but I will uphold to the above prices mostly (though the line is blurred a little for the bigger projects)

As for what I’ll draw, basically here’s that list:

Art Commissions

Ok, so I should also make it pretty clear that all these prices are negotiable, depending on what your request is (and how complex it is) As for what I’ll draw, basically here’s that list:

Stuff for these fandoms:

Kingdom Hearts (includes Keys to the Kingdom content)

Owl House

Amphibia

Legend of Zelda

Gravity Falls

Steven Universe

Infinity Train

She-Ra: Princesses of Power

Avatar: The Last Airbender (extra cost, see above)

Disney (Any of their animated movies fit, also Pixar)

Other Nintendo franchises (Mario, Animal Crossing, Metroid, ect.)

(anything outside this stuff… I’m not very likely to have any talent in drawing, so be aware)

Expect pretty much anything to be in my usual style, as seen above, unless you have a specific request for a different style (which could cost a little extra, depending on how challenging it is) Here are a few other things to keep in mind: 

The most characters you can request in a colored character sketch is 6 (there is no character limit for uncolored)

The most sketches you can request in a sketch dump is 12

The most pages you can request per comic is 4

I will draw character death/blood/violence/gore/ect but not in an explicit manner

Here’s what I won’t draw:

NSFW (like at the very most I’ll draw a kiss tbh)

Ships I don’t support (and if you ask for one of these, I’ll let you know if I won’t go for it)

Fandoms/crossovers I’m not familiar with

I do reserve the right to reject or accept requests based on personal reasons!

Writing Commissions

$5 per 100 words

$10 per 1000 words

Max 10,000 words (so max $100), I won’t write more than that for any one comm

I will also only be taking requests from the following fandoms this time around:

Kingdom Hearts (Keys to the Kingdom specific content is fair game (encouraged even!)

Legend of Zelda (set in any game)

Owl House

Amphibia (never written for Amphibia before but I’ll try)

Anything else is on a case by case basis

And as for the rules of these writing prompts, they’re as such:

I won’t write any sort of porn/smut/lemon, other gross stuff

I won’t write for any ship I’m not familiar with/comfortable with

I won’t write anything with any non-canon OCs in it, sorry fam, they’re yours, not mine

Any and all tones are allowed, from teeth-rotting fluff to the angstiest of angsts

Be as specific as possible when requesting a writing prompt, just so I can make sure I’m giving you what you want (i.e. include a brief blurb of a plot you want me to tackle, or if you don’t have one in mind, a quote or a prompt works too! Heck, even just a character interaction you might want to see me take on is fine)

Lengths are negotiable, everything here is by a case by case basis

Again, I do reserve the right to reject or accept requests based on personal reasons!

Feel free to forward any questions you may have my way! As mentioned before, please send commission requests via PM please! I’m really looking to see what you guys come up with this time around, so let’s have at it!  

#jen draws #commissions #jen writes #writing commissions #kingdom hearts #keys to the kingdom #the owl house #disney #gravity falls #amphibia #steven universe #legend of zelda #infinity train #she ra #avatar the last airbender #artists on tumblr #nintendo #mario #metroid #animal crossing

[ali-annals]

Navigation

Ao3: AbyssalAli     Wattpad: AbyssalAli     Non-Maribat masterlist

You can also find my Master Masterlist in my navigation bar.

Contents:

~Rules & Regulations

~Submission Suggestions

~Housekeeping Hours

Rules & Regulations

please be polite

I'm here for fandom, not politics or drama. The only drama I want to consume is the Bats' clownery

I do not allow my stories to be reposted. Talk to me about translations, adaptations, etc.

feel free to write fanfic of my fanfic, or be inspired by something I wrote. I'd love it if you tagged me!

I do not allow my work to be stolen. Even if it may not be 'good' or professional, I came up with the writing elements and spent hours of my time writing, typing, editing, and polishing

I also do not steal other people's works. I have done my best to give credit where I have been directly inspired. If you think one of my works is plagiarizing someone else's (or vice versa), let me know and I'll do my best to resolve the issue

For this reason, among others, I have included dates in my Master Masterlist and have dates enabled on tumblr. Also, there are a lot of repeated tropes in this fandom, so it's hard to write completely new content without reusing some elements of others' stories. I’ve done my best to use my own ideas and put my own spin on the tropes without copying others’ works.

Submission Suggestions

I am open to writing maribat/DCxMLB fics upon request.

When submitting a prompt/ask, please keep in mind that I have an offline life, my personal fanfics, and other requests/collabs/etc to work on. Answering, writing, and posting your request may take some time

I reserve the right to reject your request

When your request has been acknowledged and accepted, it will appear under the {...pending…} banner in my Requests Masterlist

Send me asks about my fics, either posted or WIPS!

Submission example: Request: "Hi, I really liked your Cardigan AU and would like to see an extra scene inspired by the first verse of Cardigan. Would that be possible? Thank you." Response: "Of course, love! I actually have 2 extra scenes inspired by lines from verse 1: "vintage tee, brand-new phone/ high heels on cobblestones" and "sequin smile, black lipstick". One or both should be up within two weeks. I'll tag you* when I post!" *if you are not on anon

Ask if I have deleted scenes from a fic you liked! Ask if I have a HC for a character! Ask to see a scene from someone else's POV! The sky's the limit:)

Send a prompt of a Taylor Swift lyric or song (check out my IbTS Masterlist first to see if I've already written a fic based on that song. Feel free to request the same song with a different ship!) [Why TS? it's a sort of personal goal to write a fic or Drabble for every TS song in existence/hj]

Send a different song or lyric (which I am less likely to know but will do my best. I readily confess I have unoriginal music taste and I Do Not Care.)

Ask to join a taglist! I have 3 currently, all open: 1) General (you'll be tagged by both @/abyssal-ali and @/ali-annals for both DC/Batfam-only and DCxMLB content) 2) Maribat taglist (only tagged by @/ali-annals when I post a new work) 3) Series Taglists for open Series [current: Reputation 'Verse, Cardigan AU, Rival Mob Boss] (you'll be tagged by @/ali-annals when I post a new addition to one of the series). Alternatively, subscribe to my ao3, either my author or that series' page:)

Housekeeping Hours

Tags To Know:

> #fic : writing

⇢ #ali writes : my original DCxMLB writing

⇢  #fic rec : others' original DCxMLB writing

> #art : any type of art: digital, pen and ink, paint, etc

⇢ # ali draws : my original DCxMLB art

⇢  # DCxMLB art : others' original DCxMLB art

> #ali speaks : personal/blog updates

> #ali answers : asks are answered

>> series tags

> #bmmdi : boldly made me do it

> #MM : maribat meetcute

> #IbTS : Inspired by Taylor Swift

JULY 2023: I am going on hiatus from writing, posting, and most interactions with the DC and Maribat fandoms. My explanation is here, if you are interested. My taglists are still open, as I do plan on returning to writing one day (and may occasionally post the odd Maribat or DC fic), so feel free to still request to join!

#ali speaks

[thelocalconstellation]

come say hi. do it now >:)

pronouns: any

pfp by me :)

If prompted I will talk about cookie clicker for more time than is likely reasonable! :D

The Things: they change a lot. lotta mcyt (recently very specifically Legundo Videos. Hello sir.), some podcasts, MHA, a variety. Currently a Lot of Generation Loss. The how to fail at ship jumping comic lives in my brain.

I like to draw, and am prone to doing so on occasion. If you see me rbing a lot of stuff for a specific fanbase, feel free to ask if I'll draw something?

I have given up attempting a tagging system. :)

On the Isles SMP! No I haven't uploaded anything yet, no I haven't opened my editing program yet. I need to sort and reformat 300 hours of video footage so help me god.

In the mean time, if you're looking for streams go check out MayoTheFae or Ajaxsaysstuff over on twitch! If you're looking for actual video content, I know Mayo has One Single Episode uploaded to their youtube, so go say hi over there.

I fully intend to start streaming at SOME point, I just need to get my ducks in a row and move out first.

Note: I do not post asks that are requests for donations. I am but a wee blog who has zero reach. If you send me an ask, I'm going to assume you're either a bot or a scammer, and your ask will be deleted.

[ghostlycoze]

°•.Howdy Hey!.•°

Hi there! I'm Ghost, an Aussie guy with ADHD and a raging hyperfixation on Rainworld.

- He/Him, experimenting with it/its sometimes?

- 20y/o, old ass /j

I'll leave the rest under the cut because it's a pain to scroll through.

Welcome to my little blog where I do not shut up about RW (with hints of other media I like via likes and reblogs, e.g. CotL, Oneshot, Ori, Moominvalley, Spyro the Dragon, ...Mune? Apparently? etc)

I'll mainly ramble about RW lore, the iterators, as well as my own oc stuff relating to RW!

Warning: I swear a fair bit, sometimes make jokes that are suggestive, and do occasionally write darker subjects that may be sensitive — for example: gore, character death, scenes relating to breaking the self destruction taboo, etc. However, I will tag all accordingly and put proper warnings beforehand!

I also do like to reblog/write a lot about shipping RW characters! I will tag all as [#RW shipping], for those who want to avoid shipping all together, as well as the ship in question's name, e.g. [#rw sunstone], for those who want to avoid certain ships. I personally enjoy sunstone, lilypad, ragequit, and traffic light (and a general polycule vibe with the group. no peb-moon shipping, ew they're siblings).

°•.Writing.•°

I am mainly a writer, so I maaay start posting some of the scenes I write here or on AO3! With my ADHD I'm not expecting to finish a full long fanfic (though I'd love to if I could pull it off), so instead I'll use a method many others have here and post little bits and pieces of the lore, string it together and throw in some more with prompts from asks and such :]

° These Bridges That Bind Us

My main AU, a simple off-the-string, happy ending au primarily focused on the local group finding a new purpose in life, healing, learning to survive in this world, and also some robo-romance (Good ol polycule)

° Iterator Revolution

An AU where the iterators turn against the ancients for the sake of their freedom, find their way off the string, and flee. But this also undoes the events of the mass ascension. Sliver of Straw never dies.

° Moon Memory Loss

A smaller AU focused on Moon's memory loss, exploring her falling in love with Sig again and reconciling with Pebbles even after remembering the mistakes he made. Off the string, happy ending, just with a lot of Moon-centered angst.

° Human/Modern AU

A maliable AU centered around my version of Chasing Wind. No real plot, just cute romance, healing, and Moon being a cute country gal.

° Cult of the Rain AU (Cult of the Lamb x Rainworld crossover, made with @sapphicdib)

An AU where the Rainworld characters play the roles of the Cult of the Lamb characters, with the iterators being the bishops and the scugs being eeeeverybody else. Saint is the Lamb, Sliver is The One Who Waits.

Outside of that, I've got a sort-of-AU in relation to two of my OCs, Ever Changing Fates and No Rhyme or Reason. Two little dudes having their own stories unfold, probably placed in the TBTBU AU.

°•.Art.•°

I draw a bit, but am not really an actual artist so I don't know hoooow much I'll be posting that kind of thing — Though I would like to share my designs of these characters, so we'll see!

I'll eventually post some refs of both my personal iterator/scug designs as well as my ocs, so when I do I'll link those on this post too!

___________________________________________

Status:

°•.Asks and DMs: [ Open! ].•°

Feel free to send in any asks if you'd like to talk about RW — whether in general to just have another mutual to talk to (though fair warning, I am a bit socially anxious, though I'd still love to meet some other RW fans :]), about my fanfic, or my RW OCs; all is welcome!

I'd love to try to write little scenes out or maybe do some sketches in responses to asks, it'd be a fun creative exercise to help me keep practicing.

°•.Requests, Trades, Commissions, etc: [Closed].•°

I'm still not hugely active on here and am very unconfident with my art and writing, so I doubt I'll be open to much like this for now at least.

However I do love sharing ideas, and could possibly take inspiration and write based on a prompt discussed; but I won't be specifically fulfilling requests for writing scenes or anything right now :]

______________________________________

°•.Tags.•°

• #ghost rambles = text posts, non-creative-writing type stuff

• #ghost reblogs = featuring my amazing commentary in the tags /j

• #ghost arts = any original art posts

• #ghost writes = any original writing posts

• #ask reply = as you might guess, ask responses. Might be useful to group them together from the flood of me reblogging stuff

• #ghost lore = anything relating to my HCs, fanfics, or OC lore, for those who want to see it all! and for those who don't:

• #ghost rw lore = purely HCs and fanfics, no OC stuff

• #ghost oc lore = purely OC stuff, for those who might be interested

• #tbtbu = purely for my AU These Bridges That Bind Us. Updates, little scene snippets or convos about what happens, etc

• #iterator revolution = purely for my Iterator Revolution AU. Same stuff, whatever I mention relating to the AU.

Alright, now that that's finally done, time to actually go through everything I've reblogged and posted and tag them correctly. This is gonna be one heck of a task lol

#introduction #ghost rambles #hello welcome to my blog #idk how to post im socially awkward as all hell

[yolkcheeks]

brain dump

Fill pill case

Request refills as appropriate

Comsume breakfast time food

Itemize this week’s readings for mm & icc

Fwd edr email per signs

👀 degreewerks. If appropriate, send tickler email

Set alarm for get ready for meeting

Drink water

Calendar catfood pickup

Check running tally on club hours

Reply whatsapp thread ⬇️

Ping about apples timing, tell preferred ⬆️

Draw waffles and rhubarb (who is now a deer? Maybe?)

Figure out how many pages of accordion will be necessary for this whole first chunk

Consume a lunchtime food

Drink water

Put any number of hanging things away

Make any progress on cats’ area vibes

Put any number of folding things away

Other things which would be grateful to go home include: markers. Pads. Paperwork. Pens. Hardware tackle box. Tote bag hell.

Check out nami

Draw any October prompt thing

Finish the handle job ⬆️

Make ground dinner

Wreath? Ingredients? Special trip this week??

Pester editorial for copy

⬆️ Share with club email shall we ⬆️

Shop storage

Computer specs

Shop your closet? Thursday?

Look at insurance/hosp site for bone men

👀 ref. acupunctuation

Other PACT and LCM events

Belated anniversary thing?! oh dear.

Hand tingly again outer half of left almost like a glove that’s too tight

How is pressure into painful release/stretching into the pain causing the belching? Why do some things clunk and done while others click click click click and never quite feel settled? What can I do to treat the underlying issues? What specifically are they- show me a diagram of the goo please. Is this a forever thing? Is being without pain one of those Molly Grue things for me at this point?

Shopping list: blank book, vest, slacks, shorts, swim, Jose Carioca,

Is there like a brace or a cream I could be using at night?

New boots (lacing/zipping), yogurts, easy in face veggies, kebeb stuff, a Vermont folksy basket to put the crushing weight on my chest into for easily accessible attractive storage

Look into accommodations

Make one thing louder

VT puppet? Kidpix 3?

Making cat costumes and cat pallamquins…

Pokemans? Patience & fortitude? Editorial…

Day trip to tarrytown with the corpse bride

The year is almost over and with it you will be tumbling into the next semester and that is a lot it is a lot there are big feelings like what do you have to show for yourself and you’ve wasted away your summers again and like maybe you could lighten the fuck up

You have a few things going on physically that are kicking your ass and even if you refuse to show it outwardly you have to allow yourself that knowledge

You have to try to be at least as kind to yourself as you would be to an acquaintance you find mildly annoying. You are legitimately harder on yourself than you are on people you know you dislike. Don’t you dare take this as a new shame fixation either. Just be honest with yourself about how you treat people and accept that if your friends can be nice to you you can be nice yto you. It doesn’t have to be valid or mood or so same friend it can just be sincere in a quiet and come t free way.

Decorative gourds and you: a wishlist

Hot cocoa

The numbness is concerning. So much is concerning.

What if green mouse Mew was in TMM Choux Choux 💋?

Also that’s my just for me new fan series idea I’m rotating. It’s a pun between

Choux pastry

Chuu like kiss

Also chuuchuu like the noise a mouse makes

Nezu speaking!

And, if I’m really awful, as in

Because she’s green ain’t she?

I like matcha or pear, which I’ve seen. Maybe plantain if I fold her into an American Mew Mew. Or maybe it’s a multinational team. I’m kinda not that interested in the how for this one I just want it sorted so I can get tithe good shit of Mousemew, Waffle the chicken, and rhubarb to be on a team. Maybe Ringo is there too, tho that messes up the color balance. Idk. It’s frothy is the point.

#nightposting #especially uninteresting sight #brain dump

[musical-shit-show]

could have danced all night

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x Reader Inspiration: Prompts #2 (“apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together.”) #14 (“when i’m not with you, it’s almost like…i can’t breathe.”) and #41 (“i may or may not have left some…marks.”) Warnings: sexual references, kissing, meddling siblings, fluffy fluff Word Count: 3,733 Author’s Note: This is my first request! Big shout out to @acmbooksandfilm​ for sending this in, I had a lot of fun writing it. Also, apologies on it taking a bit to get out, writing has gotten difficult as my real adult job has slowly turned my brain to mush. But, if you would still like to send in a request, feel free! My DMs and Askbox is always open, even though it may take a little longer to complete requests. And as always, check out my Masterlist, About Me page, and Prompt Lists. Thanks for all the love on my other one shots and enjoy!

“Colin, enough,” Benedict huffed as he threw on his shiny black tailcoat, “Surely you have better things to do than pester me about my love life.” Anthony, Benedict, and Colin often crossed paths when getting ready for the numerous events of the season, and now the younger Bridgerton brother was doing everything to get on his elder sibling’s last nerve.

“I’m merely pointing out the obvious, Benedict,” Colin said smugly, straightening his cravat as he looked at himself in the mirror. He couldn’t help but flash a mischievous smile at his reflection, “Practically everyone in the ton knows about you two, what’s the harm in proposing?”

“What on God’s green earth are you two talking about?” Anthony strode into the room, closing the door in the likely event that Colin said something inappropriate and scandalized one of their younger sisters or, heaven forbid, their mother.

Benedict couldn’t help but flush. Yes, he was close enough with his brothers to discuss all matters surrounding women, but it felt wrong for him to talk about you. Especially when your relationship wasn’t meant to be any sort of relationship whatsoever.

It had started out innocently enough; you had been close with his younger sister Eloise and Penelope Featherington for years, acting as surrogate older sister on account of you being several years older than them. You were also friendly with Daphne and Simon Bassett, and often had tea with the pair when they weren’t off performing their duties as the Duke and Duchess of Hastings.

In truth, you knew Benedict the least out of the Bridgertons who had or were close to coming of age, and was shocked when he requested to have his name written on your dance card at the first ball of the season. When it came time to dance, you had expected Benedict to act shy at first; but after some coaxing from you, he won you over almost instantly with his wit and humor.

He only asked to dance with you once more at that particular event, not wanting to be improper. However, it was clear from the way the two of you looked at each other that there was a spark.

“No one,” Benedict said, almost too quickly, “Our brother is just sticking his nose into affairs that aren’t his own, as usual.” Anthony rolled his eyes, thoroughly unamused by his younger siblings’ bickering. The three of them strode down the stairs of their home and seized a carriage so that the conversation could continue in private.

“So…” Colin drawled, “It is an affair, then?”

“You know that’s not what I meant at all.”

“A slip of the tongue, perhaps? You know, brother, you must choose your words more carefully—"

“Mark my words, Colin Bridgerton; I will kill you in this very carriage if—”

“Will the two of you, please,” Anthony huffed, feeling a migraine coming on, “Benedict, is this about who I think it is about…?” Colin nodded fervently, but Benedict remained stone-faced. He hated keeping things from his family, especially his brothers. But he couldn’t risk tarnishing your name, not after what had transpired between you two.

It wasn’t meant to happen. When Benedict had snuck off one night to another one of Sir Granville’s soirées, he was shocked to see you there, wearing a tightly-laced corset, undergarments, and practically nothing else. As soon as you saw him, your eyes widened to the size of your mother’s best teacup saucers. Without thinking, you grabbed him and pulled him into the nearest empty room.

“Benedict, wha—what are you doing here?!” he remembered you asking him, utterly flustered. His eyes drifted to the sheer robe draped over your shoulders, the fabric floating gently with your every movement.

“I could very well ask you the same question!” he attempted to whisper, now distracted by how your corset pushed up your bosom considerably, “How do you even know about these, um, parties?” For a moment, you hesitated, unsure of what to say as Benedict’s pale blue eyes bore into yours.

You sighed, resigning to come clean, “Genevieve—Madame Delacroix—she told me about them. I confided in her about my father’s money troubles,” you felt the tears start to well up, but could not bear to cry in front of Benedict in the state you found yourself in, “I barely have any money for a dowry to find a suitable husband, and Genevieve and Sir Granville are familiar so…I work when I can and just make the guests feel comfortable—you know, offer them drinks, tobacco, the like—but I provide nothing more than hospitality.”

You felt that you needed to make that distinction to Benedict. Though you suspected that any chance with him was gone now that he had discovered your secret, you wanted to at least maintain part of your reputation, “Granville is generous enough and I could not be more grateful,” you continued, pulling the nearly translucent robe tightly around your body, “And these parties are so secretive that I thought, perhaps, I could scrounge enough money together before the end of the season before I was discovered. Clearly not.”

You couldn’t help but laugh dryly, but Benedict stared at you, his expression earnest, “You need not worry about that,” he breathed, “I won’t tell a soul.” You absentmindedly bit your bottom lip, chewing nervously on a bit of broken skin. Could he really be trusted? Yes, you had crossed paths over the last few weeks, exchanging pleasantries and the occasional flirtatious glance, but would Benedict be able to keep your secret?

“Thank you, Mr. Bridgerton,” you replied coyly, deciding that you didn’t have a choice in the matter, “Perhaps I will be able to repay you one day.” A sly smile spread across Benedict’s face, his eyes flickering to the locked door. Though the party was continuing on the other side, you two had remained virtually undisturbed.

Feeling bold, he traced his fingers over your collarbone, instantly sending a chill down your spine, “Perhaps…you could repay me now?” he posited, trying his best not to sound like a complete and utter rake, “Only if you wish to, of course.” Despite your best efforts, you could feel a palpable spark that had been building between the two of you over the past few weeks. And you had grown tired of restraining your impulses any longer.

Gently, you placed a soft kiss on his lips. Your eyes fluttered shut and Benedict cupped your face with his hand, his grip surprisingly tender. His free arm wrapped around your body smoothly, pulling you flush against him. You frantically thought through the consequences of someone discovering you with a Bridgerton, but you were too preoccupied with removing Benedict’s clothing to pay much mind…

“Benedict!” Anthony snapped his younger brother out of his reverie as the carriage slowed to a stop, “Would you get your head out of the clouds and tell me what’s going on?” Benedict stared at him, utterly panic stricken. He had kept your secret for nearly a month now, and during that time the two of you had gotten even closer, both in the eyes of the ton and after nightfall in your bedchamber.

Benedict’s mind almost drifted to the night he had shared with you only hours before, but focused on the task at hand, “You needn’t worry your pretty little head, brother,” he said coolly, “I have it all under control.” Anthony looked as if he were going to be sick, and Colin smiled with devilish glee. The three brothers clamored out of the carriage and made their way into the bustling ballroom, more of their family trailing close behind.

Benedict could hear Eloise whine as Lady Bridgerton attempted to smooth down her hair, and he felt a small pang of guilt for not coming to his sister’s aid against their mother’s incessant prodding. But now, he had more pressing matters at hand; namely, what in the hell he was going to say to you now that his brothers were onto him.

He spotted you from across the hall, his heart fluttering with every step he took in your direction. He noticed that you were wearing an intricately laced shawl that was tied tightly across your chest, completely covering your collarbone and much of your breast. Benedict felt himself frown slightly, then immediately scold himself for being improper at a society function; surely, you need not show your bosom to the entire ton in order to draw the eye of him and a number of other suitors.

You were conversing with Penelope and Lady Featherington when he finally approached you, eyes wide with fear, “Hello,” he said politely, giving a slight nod to Penelope and her mother, “Is there a spot open for my name on your card?” You quirked an eyebrow, giving him a smirk as you removed the card from your wrist.

“Why of course, Mr. Bridgerton,” you replied in an equally cordial manner. Heaven forbid Portia Featherington get a whiff of your affair; you’d be certain your name would be splashed across Lady Whistledown’s pamphlet before you’d wake the next morning, “In fact, you are the first gentleman to ask, so you may have the first dance. If you are not otherwise engaged, that is.” He shook his head and his eyes gleamed as he returned your card to your delicately gloved hand.

Despite his anxiety being astronomically high, Benedict was delighted that he was able to dance with you so early in the evening. He always thought of you as a fluid dancer, light on your feet as the two of you would glide across the ballroom. He often found himself not being able to take his eyes off you, the lively music and judgmental crowd fading away the moment he embraced you.

More importantly, he wanted to speak to you about the precarious situation you found yourselves in. It was only a matter of time until either Anthony or Colin pried the truth out of him, and he wouldn’t let the news spread across all of London society, besmirching your good name. He cared about you too much to allow such a wretched thing to happen.  

A few moments later, all of the couples were signaled that the first dance was to begin. Benedict shot a glance to Colin, who had been talking Anthony’s ear off since they arrived. Now, the two of them were staring him down, whispering like schoolboys. He refrained from scoffing and instead took your hand gently, pulling you into his tall frame as the music began.

You instantly noticed the nervous and almost pained expression splashed across Benedict’s face, and you furrowed your brow in worry. However, you decided your best course of action was to try and alleviate the tension he must’ve been feeling, “I see you haven’t taken a liking to my shawl,” you remarked, a sly smile dancing on your lips, “I will have to tell my sister she has dreadful taste.”

Benedict ripped his eyes from his brothers’ stares and produced a small chuckle at your teasing. He realized he’d much rather converse with you than worry about what Anthony and Colin were up to, “No, it’s uh—it is, quite lovely,” he countered, lowering his voice, “Though I would prefer to see more of you, of course.” You raised an eyebrow, impressed by his boldness.

“I believe you saw plenty last night, Mr. Bridgerton,” you posited, weaponizing his own name against him, “In fact, I suppose you could blame yourself for my more…conservative attire, wouldn’t you agree?”

Benedict couldn’t help but flush, but cleared his throat to attempt to keep up with your rather scandalous banter, “Yes, well…I suppose…” he stuttered, “I may or may not have left some…marks.” He spun you, watching as your dress moved gracefully around your body and fluttered behind you as you gripped his arm once more.

You searched the panicked expression on his face. Surely, he only knew you were teasing, so why did he look like he was on the brink of sickness? “Benedict, why are you acting so strange?” you asked, attempting to keep the mood light while searching for information, “You’re not falling in love with me, are you?”

Benedict swallowed, attempting to maintain his composure. Besides the looming threat of every affluent family in Mayfair uncovering your secret, he was also painfully aware of how nervous you had been making him over the past weeks. The way your smile lit up every room, the way your eyes sparkled playfully, the way your laugh made his heart do a somersault.

“It’s just as well,” you continued, not waiting for him to answer your rhetorical question, “I overheard Colin and Pen whispering earlier, and Simon and Daphne as well. Apparently, all our friends have a bet going that we end up together.” He sighed, a little relieved that you had caught onto his family’s shenanigans before he worried you unnecessarily. He couldn’t help but appreciate your perceptive nature.

“Believe me, Colin and Daphne may be my siblings, but they are not my friends right now,” he joked nervously, only half-kidding, “And Anthony is on dangerously thin ice. It appears my family can’t help but get involved in matters that do not concern them.” You giggled, causing Benedict’s heart to swell. He was growing more infatuated with you by the second.

“I wish my family cared half as much as yours does,” you say, a twinge of sadness in your voice, “They are all so wonderful, and I’m sure they are just being protective.” Benedict nodded, heartened by the kindness and understanding you were showing to his siblings. You already got along quite well with Eloise and Daphne, and you were always courteous to his mother while still being able to hold your own when conversing with Anthony or Colin.

As the dance came to an end, Benedict had begun to realize his affection for you. Not just physically; yes, your first encounter at Sir Granville’s had brought you two together faster than he had ever expected. It was reckless, intimate, and completely wonderful, but getting to know you, without dozens of uppity members of high society leering at your every move, was more valuable than any nights you had spent together.

And he decided in that moment, as your hand released from his and you both bowed respectfully, that he could not bear to spend one more day without you by his side. But he could not profess his love in front of God and everyone, least of all his family; he quickly surmised that he must wait until a moment presented itself.

You were quickly whisked away by your mother, unable to even say a proper thank you and goodbye. But as your eyes met his blue ones, you couldn’t help but notice how they were sparkling in the candlelight, and you felt a twinge of melancholy. You cared for Benedict, but feared it was only a matter of time before your affair ended and he was married to another disgustingly wealthy aristocrat. You gave him a fleeting smile before getting dragged to the other side of the ballroom.

As you turned away from him, Benedict felt two hands grasping each of his arms, one hand belonging to each of his meddling brothers, “I knew it!” Colin whisper-yelled as he and Anthony pulled their love-struck sibling into a secluded corner of the lavish hall, “You know, you really aren’t fooling anyone, Ben.”

“How do you mean?” Benedict asked nervously in one last ditch effort to conceal the truth. He shouldn’t have bothered; his brothers had seen how smitten he was with you, and soon the entire ton would be abuzz with salacious gossip if he did not make his move that very evening.

“Benedict,” Anthony chided sternly, clapping him on the shoulder, “Please, do not deny it any longer. You’re clearly bewitched.” The eldest Bridgerton child could not help but smirk; it was almost entertaining to see his usually guarded brother so obviously in love.

Benedict sighed, defeated, “Alright,” he whispered, his face flush with embarrassment, “I apologize for thinking I could ever keep a secret from you two.” Colin smirked proudly, feeling as if he were London’s greatest detective, “I’ll tell you everything if you want, but for the love of Christ, it cannot be here.” He gestured to the room, which was growing more crowded with preening mamas, hunting for the slightest whiff of a scandal.

While Benedict and his brothers searched for a private room for him to regale your escapades, your night flew by, and hours later you found yourself chatting with Daphne and Simon on the gorgeously decorated outdoor terrace. The night was perfectly temperate, and although the noise had died down significantly as many guests had departed for the evening, your head was still swimming in thought. Specifically, you were overwhelmed by the thought of Benedict.

He was quite kind to you, and a very smart, charming gentleman, but you felt your heart lurch as you recalled the intimate nights you had shared over the last few weeks. Men of Benedict’s status would not wed a tainted woman, no matter how much you wished he would. It was only a matter of time before Lady Whistledown revealed your transgressions, and you would be marked as an undesirable to the entire upper echelon of society.

You shuddered at the thought. “Chilly, dear?” Daphne asked sweetly, noticing the unsettled look on your face, “I would think you’d be more protected from the elements with that beautiful shawl on.” Your heart jumped to your throat before you could cover for yourself; Benedict had appeared on the terrace, looking absolutely petrified. Simon and Daphne exchanged glances.

“Darling,” Simon said, turning to his wife, “It is quite crisp out here, don’t you think? Perhaps we should—”

“Go inside to warm up?” Daphne finished his sentence, that unmistakably mischievous glint in her eye that all Bridgerton children possessed, “Why yes, I think that is a fantastic idea, Simon.” She hooked her arm under her husband’s, and the two of them bid you and Benedict adieu, much to your dismay. You were certain he had been found out by his family and was here to end your affair before word reached the rest of the ton.

Still, you managed to smile politely. Simon was right, there was a slight chill that pervaded the terrace, mostly due to the lack of company that had populated the space only hours before, “Hello, Benedict,” you mutter, shifting your weight from one heeled foot to the other, “Will you be departing soon or—?”

“Erm, yes,” he answered a bit too quickly, and you raised an eyebrow. His strange behavior all night was another indicator that ending things was clearly as difficult for him to initiate as it would be for you to accept, “But first, I, well, I need to tell you something. Something I probably should have told you weeks ago.”

You felt a lump in your throat almost instantaneously. ‘Here it comes,’ you thought, more distressed than you hoped you would be. Benedict took your gloved hand, rubbing circles on the back of your hand with his thumb. If it were not slightly improper, you would almost find it comforting; his touch always seemed to soothe you, ever since your first night together.

“I never expected to…for us to become so close in such a short period of time,” he began, wondering at what point in this silly speech he would make a royal ass out of himself. Though he had gained a little brotherly insight from Anthony and Colin, he still felt as though he could vomit at any second, “And, well, truth be told, I have enjoyed every moment we have spent together.”

You smiled, pleased by his kind words, “Truthfully, I have felt the same,” you remarked, “But it’s quite alright, Ben, I understand—”

“You do?” he cut you off again, a bead of sweat forming on his brow, “Am I really so obvious about my affection for you?” You stared at him, confused. Was this not him ending whatever…relationship the two of you shared? Now you felt like the fool.

“Affection?” you repeated, your mouth twitching, “I thought you did not want to see me anymore.” Benedict’s eyes widened, and he couldn’t help but laugh dryly. You had mistaken his jittery behavior as a bad omen, when that could not be further from reality.

He shook his head, and you felt the pace of your heartbeat quicken, “My dear, I think there’s been a slight misunderstanding,” he joked, clearing his throat, “I know that our relationship has been a secret for some time, but I cannot hide how I feel for you any longer. You are kind, and witty, and strong, and incredibly adventurous, and when our dance came to an end earlier this evening, I…I felt like there was a part of me missing as soon as you left. I…when I’m not with you, it’s almost like…I can’t breathe.”

Your breath hitched in the back of your throat, taken aback by his doting and earnest words. “And it would be my honor,” he smiled, his gaze intense and impassioned, “If I could ask for your hand.” Your eyes sparkled back at his, and you nodded silently, attempting to conceal a squeal of girlish glee. You two were still, unfortunately, in public.

“Yes,” you exhaled, feeling foolish from your assumptions about Benedict only minutes before, “I would be equally honored to be your wife, Benedict Bridgerton.” You snuck him a quick kiss on his cheek, causing him to flush for what was probably the hundredth time that night, “I see our friends were right after all, weren’t they?”

“Yes, yes they were, and I doubt I will ever hear the end of it from Anthony and Colin,” Benedict mused, smiling sweetly as the corners of his eyes crinkled happily, “I’ll see to a proper visit first thing tomorrow morning, I promise.” He studied you, doing all he could to absorb the joyous look etched upon your radiant face. You smirked, turning in the direction of your family’s carriage.

“I shall hold you to that,” you said, pulling him towards the exit, “But don’t think this night is over, Mr. Bridgerton. I’m not done with you quite yet.”

-----------

I hope you enjoyed reading! As always I would love to hear any comments or feedback! Like/comment/reblog, all that good stuff :)

#bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #anthony bridgerton #colin bridgerton #daphne bridgerton #eloise bridgerton #lady bridgerton #violet bridgerton #simon basset #duke of hastings #benedict x reader #benedict bridgerton x reader #julia quinn #bridgerton books #bridgerton netflix #fanfiction #fanfiction prompt #fanfiction prompts #fandom #bridgerton fandom #bridgerton fanfiction #fanfic #fluff prompts #writing prompt #writing prompts #fluff #bridgerton fluff #like #reblog

[randomrosewrites]

From the beginning to the very end.

Seeing the one you love fall for someone else hurts.

Pairing: Diluc X GN reader (unrequited), mentioned Kaeya x reader (not focused on) Words: 3.3K Warnings/ tags: Alcohol/ drinking mention, unrequited love, reader drinks to cope at one point, general angst. a/n: This was requested by anon. I’ve taken the prompt and altered it a bit, Kaeya and Diluc are both emotionally complicated men *sigh* Someone help them.

Your arrival into Diluc’s life is with all the grace of a baby fawn attempting to stand. Choppy. Awkward. A tad pitiable.

It’s a Friday night at Angel’s Share. The worst ones to be bartender, and precisely why Diluc always drags himself into town to suffer for a few hours. It’s the days where the knights, both seniors and new recruits, gather to spend their weekly wages of mora. He knows the tradition well, after his time with the knights. He used to always sit in the back corner with Kaeya, the two giggling as they drank non-alcoholic cider.

…but the past is the past, and he refuses to dwell on it any further.

They trickle in sometime around 9pm. They’re easy to spot. Uniforms too pristine, armor too shiny. He watches as wide-eyed recruits alongside experienced knights file into the reserved table at the back.

The brave one is sent from the flock to the bar, to order drinks for the table. Diluc gives you his best intimidating stare, arms crossed over his chest. You fiddle with the front of your uniform as you approach the bar, nervously shifting from foot to foot.

“Hello Sir, uh, could I have uhm…” you take a second to count on your fingers. “Ten drinks, please?”

Well, at least you can get your sentence out. (Sawyer, one of the new recruits from a few months back, mumbled everything. It took Diluc ten minutes to figure out what he wanted.) “What kind?”

“Oh…the regular kind?”

He could make this easier on you, but he decidedly doesn’t. “There is no regular kind. Dandelion wine? Lamp-Grass cider?”

“Uh, ten glasses of dandelion wine, please.”

He raises a brow. “Everyone is of age, even the recruits?”

“Oh, yes, the younger ones’ curfew ended an hour ago.”

One quick glance over proves your truth. Fine. He gets the drinks ready quite easily. It’s just pouring wine from the barrels into their tankers. Once he has them on a tray, he says, “Ten thousand Mora.”

“Oh…uh…” you stare at your feet in embarrassment, apparently just realizing that yes drinks cost mora. “I-“

“If you can’t pay,” he starts, annoyance seeping into his voice. “Then I suggest you get out.”

Maybe that was a bit too harsh. Your jaw clenches. Your hands tighten into fists. Diluc thinks you’re about to burst into tears or run out the front door when a hand lands on your shoulder.

“Not to worry, I’ll cover the costs for this.”

Of course. He’d be here, of all nights.

You look to your saviour, lighting up. “Oh, thank you, Captain Kaeya.”

Kaeya smiles amicably, patting your shoulder. “My pleasure. Join the others, I’ll carry the drinks there shortly.”

You hurry off to the table, not one to disobey your superior’s orders. Diluc and Kaeya are left alone at the bar, the former frowning, the later smiling.

Kaeya places a sack of mora on the counter. “Feel free to count it, every coin is in there.”

Diluc snatches it, tossing it under the cabinet. (Kaeya always pays in full. Either that or he purposely omits a single coin, just to fuck with him. But it’s not worth it for Diluc to count ten thousand coins individually.)

“Corrupting fresh recruits already, aren’t you?” Diluc says.

Kaeya chuckles dryly. “Why, Master Diluc, I’d never do such an atrocious thing.”

Kaeya picks up the tray before Diluc can make some sort of witty retort. “Now, I’ve got to amuse myself. Enjoy your night, Master Diluc.”

Kaeya remains out of his hair for the rest of the night. By all accounts, it’s a good thing, but tonight, it only makes Diluc moodier. Especially when he glances over at the knights table, spotting the captain’s arm strung over the back of your chair.

---

“What on earth are you doing?”

You jump, turning to face Diluc, leaning against the nearby tree. He’d been patrolling the area for threats when he’d noticed you, swinging your sword about in the middle of Windrise. The fact that he’d managed to catch you by surprise unnerved him. (You were a knight; you’d need to learn to be alert.)

“Practicing, Master Diluc.” You wipe the sweat from your face with your shirt and Diluc quickly averts his eyes to a group of slimes slugging around the Anemo Arcon Statue. He’d have to deal with them later.

“Don’t the knights have a dedicated training area?” They do. He knows this, outside the city walls or on the northern shores of Cider Lake, he used to go there and take recruits when he was a captain, make them run up and down the sloping hills all afternoon in full armour.

“Ah, they do, yes, but I mostly prefer to train alone.”

Diluc chews on your words for a moment, before pushing off from the tree and striding towards you. “Hold your sword again.”

You hesitate, drawing your sword and holding it like you were doing previously.

Diluc covers his hands with yours, moving them along the sword. “Adjust your hands like this. You’ll have more force when you swing and you’re less likely to hurt yourself if you hit something solid.”

He steps back, allowing you to swing a few times in the air. “Use your chest more, not just your arms – good. Again.”

About an hour passes, with Diluc giving instructions, doing a very bad job of hiding his stares, and with you doing as he says. He doesn’t realize how long it’s been until you sheath your sword, and the sun has set over the horizon.

“I apologize, Master Diluc, but I’ve got to get back to the headquarters now.”

“Oh.” He says, stupidly. Of course, you’d have to leave, to go back to the knights, but that thought hadn’t crossed his mind. “I see, yes. I suppose you should.”

You bow respectfully. “Thank you for your help, you really are as sweet as Captain Kaeya says.”

He suppresses the growl that rises from his throat. Figures, Kaeya would call him that. “Mhm.”

You salute him, the standard knight’s salute. He nods his head as you start back towards Mondstadt, pondering why he decided to help you, until you fade from sight.

---

He swears, he doesn’t mean to keep meeting you like this.

He had been exploring an abandoned domain north of Wolvendom, looking for any members of the abyss order. Fortunately – or unfortunately, there hadn’t been anything but slimes and old artifacts inside, and he’d come out soaked head to toe with water.

He was starting up the path when he saw you huddled by an electro crystal, poking it with your sword and jolting back when it shocked you.

“…you can’t break those with normal attacks,” he says. “They’re elemental crystals.”

You turn around, not surprised by his sudden presence (good, you’re learning.) “You can break them?”

Arcons, do they not teach the knights anything anymore?

Instead of arguing, he simply demonstrates, calling flames to his claymore and slicing the rock. An explosion of pyro and electro occurs, shattering the crystal into purple chunks.

You gape at the crystals. “Wow, you’re amazing, Master Diluc.”

He flushes at your praise, coughing and adjusting his tie. “It’s nothing. What are you interested in with the crystals anyways?”

“Captain Albedo requested them. I guess I’ll have to get outrider amber to gather them, or klee, perhaps…'' you collect the chunks into a small bag, standing up and brushing the dust from your pants. “Thank you again, Master Diluc. You always seem to be helping me out a lot.”

“It’s no trouble,” he says, swallowing for a moment. His throat feels tight and his palms are sweating in his gloves.

You salute him. He nods. They’re your usual goodbyes, nowadays. He watches you march off, the crystals clinking around in your bag.

“Wait,” he splutters, the objection coming from his throat without thinking.

You turn around, waiting expectantly. Diluc swallows, again. (When did he get so warm?)

“Next time, please just call me Diluc.”

You blink carefully, then smile. “Alright, Diluc.”

The sound of his name on your tongue makes his heart race and sends electricity through his stomach.

(And not just because of the nearby electro crystals.)

---

Two days later, a bag of purple electro crystals appears at your doorstep in the Knight’s headquarters. There is no name from the sender, but you suspect who it is from the emblem of the dawn winery logo upon the bag.

You smile to yourself, then hurry to deliver the goods to Captain Albedo.

---

“Do you have a crush on someone, Master Diluc?”

He nearly drops his teacup in his lap, sputtering into his drink. Adeline doesn’t even flinch, handing him a handkerchief to wipe his mouth with. His owl preens herself on its stand, indifferent to her master’s squabbling.

“P-pardon?”

“I asked if you had a crush on anyone.”

“…what would make you consider that?”

She clears the table swiftly, shrugging. “You seem to be in good spirits. You’ve been smiling more, and you’re more pleasant.”

He frowns. “Are you suggesting I’m usually moody?”

Adelinde’s face remains blank. “Not at all, sir.”

She bows and leaves him to his thoughts and paperwork.

A crush. Ridiculous…he’s not a schoolboy. And besides, he hasn’t been acting differently. Sure, he’s taken more shifts on Friday night, and he’s been visiting Windrise more often in hopes of maybe running into a certain knight, but that doesn’t mean anything. It’s all justifiable.

…

His owl cocks her head at him, even she knows when he’s lying to himself.

“…don’t look at me like that.” He huffs, turning around in his desk, back facing the owl.

---

Once the thought is in Diluc’s head, he can’t get it out. It doesn’t help that over the next few months, your presence around him only amplifies his feelings.

Every breath you take, every little movement you make - it transfixes him. He feels drawn to you naturally, wanting to be closer to you, coming up with more and more ridiculous topic ideas just so he can hear you speak.

He feels happy. He begins looking forward to the next day and the next week, not apprehensive about what new problems might arise.

And just as soon as he’s settled into the norm, the world decides to rip it away from him.

---

The knights file into their usual spots on a friday night. Diluc greets them with the same, stiff nods, except this time, his scowl isn’t as deep, and the furrow in his brows is loose. For the knights coming to celebrate means that he might have a chance to see you.

And he does. Diluc can’t stop the way his lips turn upwards when the door swings open and you file in. You give a wave, he nods back.

He does his best to not stare as you socialize with the other knights - (there really are a lot of them here tonight. Even Captain Albedo is among them) - but he fails miserably. So much so that he forgets to serve the other patrons up front.

It’s a relief when you eventually wander over to the bar. You don’t even need to tell him your order anymore - he just gets to doing it immediately.

“Big celebration?” he asks.

You slide into the seat and smile. “I suppose you could say that.”

He raises a brow and pushes the drinks towards you, leaning on the bar. “Oh? Is it a knights secret I’m not privy to know about?”

You swat at him harmlessly and his breathing hitches at your chuckle. “No, not a secret. It’s just nice to celebrate for celebration's sake, you know?”

He does not, but nods anyways. “I suppose it is. In any case, you seem very happy.”

You cover your growing smile with your hand. “Do I?”

“Yes, did you get a promotion? Replace Kaeya as Cavalry Captain?”

“No! No, nothing like that…” you laugh and shake your head. “But Kaeya…”

He hadn’t expected his joke to actually hold some truth. He presses, “Kaeya?”

“Well, we -” you avert your gaze, eyes softening in bliss. “We’re um - a thing. Now.”

Diluc pales, nearly falling off the bar.

“Oh.”

“Yes...please keep it a secret, we don’t want anyone knowing just yet.”

Diluc’s head spins. It feels like a lump of coal is stuck in his throat. He swallows and tries to stop his breaths from becoming erratic.

“Congratulations… I hope-” his voice cracks and he clears his throat. “I wish the best for the both of you.”

“Thank you, Diluc.” you reach over and pat his hand. He barely conceals a flinch, wanting to rip it away. “

You walk back to the knights, and for the rest of the night, he operates on autopilot, picking at the remaining shattered pieces of his heart.

---

It hurts.

Rain and sweat get in his eyes. He ducks to avoid a swing of a club, swinging his fiery claymore in retaliation. He doesn’t know how long he’s been here, only that his hands are numb from gripping his weapon for so long. A long gash runs up his side, stinging each time he moves.

The ache in his chest hurts more.

How naive, how silly, to entertain the idea that you’d ever like him back.

Diluc closes his eyes, and consumes himself in violence once more.

---

He doesn’t frequent the bar for the next week. Enough to collect his thoughts. Enough to smother the pang of hurt he feels whenever he gazes at you.

He’s above this, above being debilitated by his emotions.

(He knows he is not.)

---

Things get better, as they always do. Things always go back to a level of normal. He returns to work at the bar. He returns to looking forward to your visits.

The front door swings open. He expectantly turns, smile dying on his face when he sees who’s entered.

“Jeez. You think I’ve just murdered someone how you’re looking at me,” Kaeya sighs.

“What do you want?” Kaeya’s the last person he wants to see. Especially since - since -

“Can’t I just drop by for a drink?” Kaeya takes his seat at the corner of the bar. Diluc resists the urge to throw the glass in his hand. He never gets to the point, always meandering about the issue, chatting about this or that until the other party is exhausted trying to humour him.

Not Diluc.

“You’re never here to just drink. Out with it.”

“…I was just wondering how you feel about our newest knight.”

He inhales through his teeth and sets the glass he was polishing down. Fine, if that’s the game Kaeya was going to play, he’d play along. “I think it’s improper for you to be engaged in a relationship with your subordinates.”

Kaeya grimaces, keeping his eye on the wood counter. “Do you say that because you care for workplace standards, or are you perhaps-”

“No.”

“ - jealous?”

The towl ignites in his hands. “Fuck off. Get out of my bar. Now.”

Kaeya sighs, but gets up from his seat, hands raised. “Alright, fine...but If it’s any consultation, I understand how you feel.”

“You don’t get to know where I’m coming from,” each word feels like acid down Diluc’s throat. “You don’t ever get to understand how I feel.”

Kaeya smiles sadly. “I know. And because of that, I’m not gonna come in the way between you two.”

Kaeya opens the door and waves before Diluc can question him. “Good night, master Diluc.”

The door shuts behind him as he leaves. Diluc tosses the towel in the trash, blood boiling underneath his skin.

---

He doesn’t see much of you or Kaeya for a week. (Which he supposes is good. If he saw Kaeya now, Barbados wouldn’t be able to stop him from getting into a fight.)

The next time he sees you is late one night, when most of the patrons have left. You look a mess, hair disheveled, feet dragging against the floor. You mumble your order to him before dragging yourself upstairs, one foot at a time.

Diluc brings what you requested up – one of his strongest liquors – to find you staring off into space. He sets your glass down gently, and you snap from your reprieve.

“Here’s your order. If you need anything…just let me know.”

You nod, keeping your eyes focused downwards. “Thank you, Diluc.”

His heart breaks at how defeated you sound. He returns to his post for the remainder of the night.

Never once does the cavalry captain come in. Diluc has a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.

It’s many hours later when the tavern closes for the night. Diluc shucks on his coat and goes upstairs, finding you half-asleep on the table, empty glass clutched tight in your grasp.

He shakes you gently and you stir with a moan. “It’s closing time. Do you need help getting home?”

You laugh bitterly. “Where is ‘home’?”

Diluc wordlessly slips the glass from your hands. “Come on, let’s get you back to the knights headquarters.”

Exhausted, you relent, leaning on Diluc heavily as he escorts you out of Angel’s Share. The smell of alcohol is strong on both your breath and clothes. It makes Diluc’s nose wrinkle.

You stumble over stones and steps. The walk back to the knights headquarters takes twice as long as it normally would. Diluc doesn’t mind, instinctively activating his vision when he feels you shiver from the cold.

“I thought Kaeya loved me,” you say suddenly, resting your head on his shoulder. “He said he…”

Diluc doesn’t – can’t – say anything, not when the lump of guilt in his stomach threatens to tear him apart from the inside out.

---

Truthfully, he’d thought you would have left the Knights after that incident. It must have been beyond difficult - having to see the person who broke your heart every day.

But you don’t. Diluc already knew how determined and strong you are, and you prove to be stronger than he could have ever foresaw.

It’s rough. There are nights where you show up to the tavern, barely coherent and full of grief. But there are others where you show up with Albedo, or Amber, and he gets to see you smile again.

He observes you from afar, at windrise, training with Noelle, getting quicker and quicker with your sword each day.

The seasons come and go, snow falls and melts, and when the dandelions grow again, before he ever knows it, you’re a Captain yourself.

The tavern is full for your celebration. Wine flows freely - free of charge thanks to Diluc - and the air is abuzz with joyous conversation.

“My highest congratulations, Captain,” Diluc says, raising his own glass (non-alcoholic) in toast.

You clink cups with him, smiling in your new uniform. (You’re radiant, he thinks to himself). “I can’t thank you enough, Diluc...for everything. I’ve always seen you as one of my closest friends.”

Friends. The word cuts deeply into his heart. Yes, friends. But being friends is something that he is ok with. He can watch you thrive, watch you live your life, he can keep your presence in his life, a small candle flickering in the dead of winter.

He knows your heart is elsewhere, he sees it in your eyes whenever you see the colour blue, or whenever the scent of death-after-noon waffs through the air. Your grief isn’t as prominent, but still there.

He doesn’t know if your feelings for Kaeya, if you even have any after the breakup, will ever go away. Perhaps they’ll stay over you like a looming shadow for the rest of your life.

If only – he’ll think, on nights when you’ve fallen asleep on his couch, bottle of wine beside you – if only he hadn’t said anything, maybe you’d be happy with Kaeya.

But the past is the path, and he must look to the future. The future where he can stand by your side, in whatever way you’ll accept him.

(Alone from the beginning, alone in the end. Fitting, for someone like him.)

#i can't beleive this is 3.3k #*falls over* #diluc x reader #diluc ragnivindr x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #diluc imagines #diluc fic #diluc fanfic #genshin impact fiction #diluc x y/n #diluc x you #my writing

[callivich]

Headcanons/Ficlets

Updated 29/08

I take requests/prompts, can’t guarantee I’ll always be inspired but feel free to send me some. And feel free to add to any of these or continue them in any way you like. Calli_Writes on AO3.

Mickey and Ian wind up Terry

Ian loves taking pictures of Mickey

Lip walks in on Ian and Mickey

Lip has a rather inappropriate dream after walking in on Ian and Mickey

Ian gets jealous

Ian gets possessive

Ian and Mickey get drunk

Mickey loves Ian’s puns

Ian and Mickey move into their new place

Ian buys Mickey a sort-of present

Ian gets Mickey a cat

Ian tells Mickey he would take care of him

Mickey doesn’t actually kiss Byron

Tami gets a quick history lesson about Ian and Mickey

Ian and Mickey need their own place asap

Ian is studying to be a nurse, Mickey is helpful

Mickey shows Ian his drawings

Mickey tells Ian that he made Byron sleep on the floor

Ian and Mickey before on their way out to make friends

Ian and Mickey try to make friends

Ian loves Mickey’s ripped jeans

Ian and Mickey’s first night in their new place

Ian really likes it when Mickey does that thing with his mouth

Ian and Mickey talk about their first kiss

Truth or Dare

Ian and Mickey the morning before they go apartment hunting

Mickey is sick and Ian looks after him

Ian, Mickey, and Liam go shopping for their new place

Ian really likes working with Mickey

Ian’s grows tomatoes and they are pretty fucking amazing

S11 Mickey and Ian time travel back to S1

Mickey calls Ian “Big Red”

Lip drives a drunk Ian and Mickey home after their wedding anniversary

Ian and Mickey take a vacation to the beach

Ian and Mickey are soulmates. Obviously.

Lip and Mickey are brothers-in-law and that means sometimes they don’t hate each other

Based on my header by @grabmyboner - Mickey surprises Ian with some graffiti

Gallavich Week 2021 Fics

Ian and Mickey as cats - a silly crack fic!

Second Date - Mickey’s Turn

#gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #shameless #ian x mickey #headcanon #ficlets #can’t believe I’ve written so many #when I came into this fandom #I wasn’t intending on writing #but then I got inspired #and I called them headcanons instead of ficlets #which they are #because I have so many unfinished drafts for another fandom #and I didn’t want to start more things #but then I couldn’t help it #so I was kidding myself #these are ficlets

[bestofbucky]

Sentence prompt “You promised.” With Steve please. Don’t be afraid to make it angsty.

THE PROMISE.

Pairings: Steve x reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Angst, mentions of death.

A/N: Your wish is my command :) enjoy

Requests are open.

Pushing your legs off the side of the bed, you rubbed your eyes. You had been trying to sleep but failing miserably so you decided to give up. You stood up and made your way to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

The night before a big mission was always difficult but it was different this time. You were going back to the base Hydra once held you captive. If that wasn’t bad enough, you knew they wanted you back. They had been trying to get you back for the 8 years you have been free from that place. You had important information and they wanted it.

“Everything ok?” Steve’s voice is low and croaky, letting you know he was lucky enough to have been able to fall asleep.

“Couldn’t sleep.” You mumbled as Steve pulled you into his chest placing a kiss on your head.

“Come on, let's go back to bed.” He sleepily shuffles you both back to bed, pulling you almost on top of him as he pulls the covers over you both.

“You want to talk about it?” Steve asks. You have never told anyone the information you know, let alone that you have any information at all. You didn’t want to put anyone else at risk, knowing they could die if they knew what you did.

Your mind drifts back to what they did to you when you were there before. The years of pain and torture they put you through, to the point where you couldn’t even remember your life before Hydra. You never want to go through anything like that again.

It had taken you 5 years to recover to the point where you resembled a human being again. Then being with Steve for the past 3 years had helped you become more than just a human being, you had become your own person, you would even go as far to say you like who you are.

If Hydra got you they would take that away from you, stripping you back down to a shell, a worthless animal only there for their entertainment. You would rather die than let them do that to you again.

“Can you promise me something?” You finally whisper, your voice cracking ever so slightly.

“Anything.” His fingers start lazily drawing circles on your back.

“If they get me, if they are going to take me. I want you to kill me.” Tears are running down your cheeks now. You feel Steve completely tense up underneath you.

“I won’t let it come to that. None of the team will let it come to that.” You can’t tell if he is reassuring you or himself.

“Steve-”

“No they won’t get that far. I’m not going to let that happen.” He is angry but you know it’s not at you.

“Please just-” You try to get him to listen but he won’t have it.

“No stop it. We’re not talking about thi-”

“Steve just listen to me!” You shout and he shuts up. “I know something they don’t. They know I have this information and they will torture it out of me. If they put me through all that again, I don’t think I will be able to recover this time.” Your voice is too soft and quiet, words as dark as those should not be falling from your lips.

“Then just tell them. If it comes to it just tell them and we’ll deal with it together.” He tries to reason with you.

“As soon as I tell them I’m dead and it's not information you can just deal with. Thousands of people would die.” Steve understands the weight of the situation. As much as he loves you, he couldn’t let thousands of people die on the miniscule chance you could escape and you wouldn’t want him to.

“Please Steve, just promise me that if things go south you’ll put an end to it. You won’t let them have me.” Your vision is blurry but you can tell he is crying by the way his chest jerks up and down underneath you.

“Ok, but I am doing everything in my power to stop it getting that far.” He finally gave in, understanding there was no other way out. You would never tell him what you knew and you wouldn’t stay back from this mission, knowing the team needed you and you had to do your part.

“Steve.”

“I promise.”

It was all going really well, the rest of the team were inside the Hydra base, getting everything they needed. Steve had come up with a plan where you and him would stay near the exits of the base, not going too deep in case anything happened. You didn’t mind, it was reassuring to have an easy escape and it gave you hope that you would come out of this ok.

That little flicker of hope was quickly extinguished when an electric shock suddenly ran through your whole body sending you to the ground. You looked over your shoulder and you saw Hydra agents coming at you and assumed the weapons they were carrying were the ones that fired the shock thing at you.

At the front leading the agents is the man who haunts your dreams. Brock Rumlow. Your blood runs cold and you know you need to get out of here and quickly. You push yourself up onto your knees and Steve rushes over to help you, the shock barely affecting him.

You stumble towards the exit, leaning on Steve but out of the blue he just stops. You look at him in confusion and he is staring ahead of you. You look up and realise there are Hydra agents heading towards you from that direction as well. You’re surrounded.

Looking over at Steve you know there is only one way out of this. To fight. So that’s what you both did, you fought as hard as you could but it wasn't enough. Brock had it in for you and managed to get you in a headlock with a gun to your head.

Steve stopped fighting and pointed his gun at Brock, while all the other agents pointed their weapons at Steve. This was it, there was no way out of this situation.

“Let her go.” Steve growls at Rumlow who simply laughs.

“You’re not really in a position to be calling the shots.” You can tell Steve wants to shoot him right there and then but you know that will only get you both killed.

“Steve.” You whimper and his attention goes to you, his eyes soften and his shoulders slump.

“No” He whispers mainly to himself as tears start to form in his eyes.

“Please.” You are starting to feel lightheaded from the lack of oxygen going to your brain, but you see Steve’s arm shift as he moves his aim from Brock to you.

“What a change of events.” Brock laughs. “Here I’ll make it easier for you.” Brock releases his hold on your neck, instead grabbing and restraining both your hands behind your back. He walks you towards Steve, close enough so the end of his gun is pressed up against your forehead.

It is as if just the two of you exist in this moment, you gaze into his blue eyes, now red and puffy and you know exactly what he wants to say. You would be happy for those gorgeous blue eyes to be the last thing you ever see.

“I love you Steve.” Your voice is raspy and faint “Do it, please.” Your tears fall down your face and onto the ground. You close your eyes and wait for him to take the shot but it doesn’t come.

Instead you hear Brock’s bone chilling laugh as you look back up at Steve, his gun no longer pointed at you but at Brock. You try to get Steve’s attention but he won’t look at you. The next few seconds happen so quickly. A Hydra agent hits Steve on the back of the head, sending him to the floor before attacking him with some sort of increased strength taser. You feel your arms being pulled behind you as you are dragged away kicking and screaming.

“No. Steve. They can’t take me again. Please.” You shriek using the last of your energy to try and fight one last time.

Steve is forced to watch from the ground, unable to move. He winces at your words begging him to do something. You are fighting as hard as you can but it is no use. He can see the fear in your eyes, but he can’t bring himself to look away. All the Hydra agents follow, leaving him bruised and broken on the floor, as you round the corner he hears you whisper one last thing that hurts him more than any weapon could.

“You promised.”

Permanent Taglist: @vampirewithbedsidemanners @townwitchbitch @velvetcardiganbucky @courtneychicken @band--psycho @tuiccim @lunarmoon8

#steve rogers x reader #steve x reader #steve rogers angst #steve rogers oneshot #mcu fic #mcu cast #mcu #chris evans #chris evans x reader #captain america #the avengers #angst #captain america x reader #avenger reader #captain america x you #marvel fanfiction #reader insert #avengers x fem!reader #chris evans one shot #jenny's requests