#mayo writes fic

[littlestsnicket]

title: in which ciri acquires an emotional support bard (5/5)

word count: 6.1k

the gang cooks a turkey while Yennefer and Jaskier are drunk; Ciri has a crisis and bonds with Jaskier; Jaskier leaves for Oxenfurt

excerpt:

“Oh! Hello! It’s Geralt and Ciri!” Jaskier exclaimed needlessly. Yennefer was struggling to right herself. Jaskier held a hand out to help her, somehow managing to make it worse.

“Are you drunk?” Geralt asked. He looked genuinely angry.

“No.” Jaskier said, very decisively, before he looked at his hand and frowned. 

“Maybe…” he continued and paused again to look at Yennefer who stared at him with wide eyes. He looked back at Geralt and smiled winningly despite Geralt’s stormy expression. “Yes. Yes, we are definitely very drunk.”

Ciri seriously considered melting back into the forest, but her going missing would only make Geralt scared on top of whatever it was he was feeling about Jaskier and Yennefer. 

“May I have some?” she asked instead. 

Jaskier scrunched his nose up in a comical attempt to think through the haze of alcohol. “Are you old enough to drink? No. I shouldn’t ask you that... not when you have such an incentive to lie. Is Ciri old enough to drink?”

[on ao3]

#the witcher #witcher fic #twn #ciri #cirilla fiona elen riannon #jaskier #yennefer #geralt #mayo writes fic #AAAAA i can't believe it's all posted!!

[commander-diomika]

Using the same towel for hair dying and masturbation is all well and good until you sit up from your post-nut haze and wonder why your pussy left a big purple stain underneath it.

#I've gained some new followers recently Co #Coz I've been writing fan fic again #You ever think about that 'reading someone's fic then following them on tumblr' #'is like attending someone's thesis presentation then following them home to watch them eat mayo out of a jar' #Because I do #Hank talks

[ventiswampwater]

shoutout to the anon who requested vincent smut. for forcing my hand to have something OTHER than mechanic-LARPer porn in the amalgamation of fics I’m publishing this year. ur the realest!!

#sadly. regrettably. two boregardless fics are comin down the pike before that's published. bc ofc they are. #but eventually. I'll be able 2 say that I have a least one (1) fic for each of the radioactive hick siblings. #hiding my 437324949 bo fics under my oversized trenchcoat like wow!!! can't believe I wrote a single fic for each character!! #I would love to be a fic writer with a wide variety of characters under my belt. but unfortunately. I'm ensnared. hdsfjhdsfjhjfds #u all must be screamin from the rooftops like BITCH!!!!!!!!!!! WRITE!!!!!! SMTHN!!!!! ELSE!!!! #and meanwhile I'm just garglin mountain dew balls and eating expired mayo sandwiches. sigh sigh. #<3 #sam speaks

[terrainofheartfelt]

from the pov of someone who works in medicine—hospitals do have blood banks and as far as I know family members are never asked to donate blood instead of just using the compatible blood in the bank. Especially in NYC someone who’s severely injured would be taken to a big hospital with plenty of blood in storage even if they needed a ridiculous number of transfused units (feel free to ignore this though haha)

I wholeheartedly believe you, and I think on some level I know that, what I think happened in the show is that chip wiskers somehow had a bad reaction to the banked blood, so they needed a donor who was a relative to reduce that risk

but THAT being said, don't put any more faith in me to be more medically accurate than GG, so who knows that whole plot point could be a mess -- it's really just my selfish wish of twisting what the writers did (aka resurrect bart bass so he can give his garbage son a life-saving transfusion), and twisting it back to the least toxic father-son dynamic in the show. (humphreys beat basses everytime)

and, it's also a callback to s4, when Rufus catches Georgina's paternity lie because he clocks Milo's blood type on his medical bracelet from when he was born, and he throws in some line about banking blood when Dan had an appendectomy when he was younger.

and all THAT being said, I am...intentionally writing from points of view in these next couple hospital chapters from characters who aren't trained in medicine, mainly because I'm not either and I'm sort of covering my own ass in regards to accuracy, because if the character I'm writing understands the information a certain way, that doesn't mean that they're correct. especially in the case of Nate, who is going through a trauma of his own in the course of this chapter.

and, there are many ends to this mean beyond Rufus donating blood specifically for Dan. In my head, I can Rufus asking to do this simply because his child is in mortal danger and he feels he has to Do Something about it, even though logically he can't. and, a hospital staffer might encourage a guy like Rufus to donate because it keeps him from roaming around the hospital trying to find his son or keeps him from shouting at personnel to get information.

I appreciate you sharing this with me! and I am a chronic overthinker, so there are reasons for why this fic is taking shape in the way it does, I just....I am not sure. how well that may or not come across, because I am flexing a lot of writing muscles that I haven't flexed before, so I am very fragile and nervous about sharing it, but I appreciate you reaching out and being kind in the ask box. <333

tldr: I know I'm probably wrong, but I have reasons why!

#and like. okay. I have watched a lot of doctor tv #but that is really only referentially useful for bar trivia #and speaking as a person who has had surgery #and has had loved ones in the hospital #i don't really...retain the specific wheres and whys and hows in the stress of that situation #and i don't want it to sound like I'm...giving a book report on what i read on the mayo clinic website yk? #i'm just....i'm out on a limb and I am Afraid #and I got some anon hate today and that hurt my feeling so I'm a little - frazzled. #asks #anon #(this was not hateful though you were being very polite. tone is hard to read in anons but I didn't read this as aggressive at all!) #liz shouting about her fic writing progress into the void

[mishkakagehishka]

But the problem is that i'll open a word document to write some self-indulgent shit, and just blank. Like, what are we scared of? Why can't i write a single word???

#loser behaviour honestly #it only happens when i try to write proper cringe tho so ig the solution is to write more gore #i need to finish that mayo fic #i want to write proper sick shit tho i think i need to write about throatfucking gone literal

[rhulksdiscordkitten]

Me: I want to write

Me: *can't fathom how the fuck to describe my oc physically bc I don't know I can't create a coherent description for some reason*

#destiny 2 #destiny oc #awoken oc #help #please how in the fuck do I describe a character #haven't written since the mayo fic #i am strUGGLING #to write

[nishloves]

jelly; yuji itadori (jujutsu kaisen)

yuji itadori (jujutsu kaisen) x f! reader // fluff oneshot //

words : 1.5k // masterlist

requested by @feat-sun

hey there sunny! i sincerely hope this is upto your expectations and that you like this little oneshot which I wrote (I'm sorry that it's rather short) yuji is such a walking green flag and it was so fun to write him 😭🩷 also let's pretend that sukuna is prolly hibernating inside yuji's brain (coz i didn't know how to add his snarky remarks in the fic 🥲) also, hope it's to your liking <3

"yuji~" a small pout graced your features as you laid your head on yuji's shoulder while he gamed, too oblivious to your pout and desperation.

you just wanted cuddles and he wasn't giving you any, you understood he couldn't just turn the game off and spoil you and you didn't want to seem like someone who would deprive her boyfriend of games but you were feeling clingy and yuji not paying attention to you did slightly hurt a little.

"yuji," you reluctantly whispered in his ears as your boyfriend just hummed, "y/n, give me like fifteen minutes please, todo and I are nearly going to wipe this round off!" he announced, burying himself deeper in his video game as you pulled away from him.

you could vaguely hear todo's voice asking yuji if he can still play the round and your boyfriend immediately said a yes with so much hype that it almost made your pouty mood foul.

you realised you weren't gonna get any attention from him, so you switched to the next best thing, megumi.

you got up from your boyfriend's side and went over to megumi's room, who looked at you lazily and allowed you to come in.

"itadori annoyed you?" megumi asked as he passed you a can of coke which you happily took.

"precisely. i don't really think it's his fault though, maybe I'm just being clingy and desperate," you groaned, sipping your drink as you settled yourself on fushiguro's bed who scowled at you as he had just made his bed.

"it's not bad to want your partner's attention," megumi muttered.

"but atleast lay down like a person, not an animal," he smacked your leg as he sat on his bed's edge, thinking about how to retain his peace back and help you without offending you.

"not my fault that you're grumpy, grandpa," you muttered, nudging fushiguro with your toe as he sighed in exasperation.

and then something clicked in his brain,

"hey, you had a crush on inumaki, right?"

"mhm yes."

"how did you go from inumaki to itadori is beyond me, but why don't you hang out with him?"

"inumaki?" you asked, your eyebrows quirking up.

"yeah, you used to like him so maybe you won't leech off attention from him," he rolled his eyes as a grin embarked on your face.

maybe megumi didn't mean that it will help making yuji jealous but that's what you thought.

you suddenly got up from his bed and left the can on his bedside as megumi called after you, while you just grinned in his direction and saluted him before taking your leave.

"did i accidentally do something?" megumi whispered to him himself as he smacked his head on the bed.

you rushed towards inumaki's room, a small smile on your face as you knocked on his door.

"good morning inumaki!" you greeted as inumaki's eyes turned into crescents on your arrival.

"kelp." (greetings)

"well, yuji is busy, so i was just wondering if you would you know... like to go to the market with me? i was thinking to buy some clothes and accessories," you said, a bashful smile on your face.

"tuna mayo?" (me?)

"yes!"

"tuna tuna" (do you really trust my skills?)

"i do, and it will be more fun if I have someone with me, so please?" you asked, trying your best to seem convincing as inumaki sighed, a small smile evident on his face as he replied, "salmon." (okay)

as much as fun you were having with inumaki, it was better posting every picture you took with him on social media; a picture where you both are grinning next to each other, another where you dressed inumaki up with jewelries and a girlish hat, another where you both hid your faces beneath ridiculous masks and another which you took next to beach and the best of all, you captioned the post with "a platonic date" and inumaki commented with red hearts on it.

now amidst the outing, inumaki had himself understood the meaning behind your actions, but you were really so sweet to be around that he didn't say anything, well why should he when he was having so much fun too?

"thankyou so much, leaving my intentions aside, i really did enjoy the outing," you grinned at inumaki as he smiled at you slightly. his eyes looked away from yours to the scenery as he said, "oh salmon cod roe." (hey look here)

you whipped your head around to where inumaki was pointing and it was the prettiest sunset you had seen, pinkish sky with hues of blue still lingering, clouds framed the sun as slight wind blew on the beach, you grinned and clicked a picture of it, and then a picture of inumaki with the sunset, and then posted it too.

"salmon tuna mayo kelp roe cod," (you're really going after yuji, aren't you? even he will get jealous of that.)

"I am," you affirmed as you chuckled, a small smile on your face as you found yourself lucky for having such great friends.

"thankyou so much."

"mustard leaf." (it's okay)

now when you had returned, maki had called inumaki over for some second year discussion and your eyes fell upon megumi and then on yuji who was talking to gojo behind megumi.

another wild thought crept up to your mind as you rushed towards megumi to give him a giant bear hug almost making the poor guy fall, but as cold as megumi was he was still very tolerant of you and he still reciprocated the hug.

you could feel yuji's eyes boring into you and you could see gojo's lips quirking up as he understood just what was going on.

"thanks for the drink today megumi," you gushed as fushiguro slightly patted your head.

as soon as you pulled away from megumi you eyes landed on another pair of kind brown ones, his face contorted in a frown as he looked away from you, you giggled as gojo whistled, "I think there's some talking due here so~"

he pulled both you and itadori together as yuji whined for being dragged.

"nu-uh you both are gonna talk and we," he pointed towards himself and megumi, "are gonna leave."

he pushed you both in a room and closed the doors (he didn't lock them) as yuji groaned and looked at you, "what was that for y/n?" he asked, a pout etching it's way on his face again as a small smile quirked up on your lips.

"what do you mean, yuji?"

"baby~" he whined, looking away from you, "you know what I mean..." he fiddled with his fingers as he looked down at the floor, "you know... you going on a date with inumaki..."

"but that didn't mean anything," your heartstrings pulled at you as despite your plan you rushed towards him, your hands snaking around his waist as you rested your cheek on his back.

"i don't know, you both looked pretty happy, and you were gone for practically the whole day," yuji murmured, his hands coming to rest on yours as he leaned his head back on yours.

"yuji," you laughed at his whines as his pouts became more prominent and he pulled you in front of him from his back, your eyes widened slightly as you momentarily stopped laughing from the pleasant shock.

yuji's hand rested on your shoulders as his eyebrows were furrowed, you don't think you have seen him look this adorable before.

"you shouldn't laugh on that!" he whined, a deeper frown on his face as his eyes sincerely looked sad. "i came to find you in fushiguro's room and then he told me that you were out with inumaki, you didn't even inform me by yourself."

your smile dwindled as you lean forward, letting your lips rest on his as you kissed him softly, you could feel yuji's hold relax on you as he pulled you in a hug, pulling you closer to him.

"sorry for making you feel bad, yuji."

you both pulled away as your noses still touched, both of you red with slight embarrassment and proximity, and both immediately realising that you just had your first kiss with itadori!

"sorry for ignoring you earlier, baby," he muttered against your lips as he looked at your eyes for any signs of discomfort from the kiss, but all he saw was your radiant and bashful smile as his heart started beating miles faster.

"y/n, baby..." he murmured as you hummed cooly, "yes?" his hands rested on your waist as he leaned his forehead to touch yours, his ears red as he still looked into your eyes.

"can i kiss you again?"

you grinned, rubbing your noses together you said, "yes."

#nishloves #nish recs #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen scenarios #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu yuji #yuji itadori #yuji x reader #yuji fluff #itadori x reader #jjk itadori #itadori fluff #jujutsu sorcerer #jujutsu itadori #inumaki toge #inumaki x reader #jjk anime #jjk x reader #jjk inumaki #jjk #anime and manga #anime #anime oneshot #anime fluff #anime drabble #jujutsu kaisen drabbles #anime and chill #nish : moots #nish x feat sun

[jjklvr9]

𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮

⇢ " 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨; 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴, 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘥 "

18+ minors dni !!

pairing: heeseung x older fem!reader (by a year)

genre: smut, slight romance

warnings: slight praising, mentions of blood, fingering, cursing, unprotected sex, do let me know if i missed anything!

wc: 5.3k

a/n: my first ever heeseung fic !! i have not been writing in a very long time so i'm kinda rusty and i'm trying a little different style of writing ;_; but! i still hope you all enjoy it <3

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You often wondered if there was more out there for you. Something that would make your mind and nerves twist in excitement, something that’d make you yearn for more. Something that would never make you think twice about, something that wouldn’t obscure your thoughts with uncertainty and ‘what ifs’. 

A deep sigh escapes your lips as you shake your head, aiming to clear your mind. It's time to focus on getting that pending work done so you can relish in the relief of passing in bed. It was a Friday night after all. 

It’s been a year since you graduated from university and the momentary happiness of completing a goal you’ve set flushed away when you began your first new job. The pay wasn’t too bad and it was the only way you’ve been guided to headstart on a career. Head start your life more so. You were beyond glee when you read the acceptance email, calling around your family members and best friends to tell them the good news. Yay! You’re finally earning money and doing something. The excitement didn’t last long, for the first two weeks on the job already took a heavy toll on you. The countless meetings, paperwork, overtime. Not to mention the commute home on the bus was dreadful after a late night. It became a routine you despised, slowly killing you from the insides and sometimes it showed on your face. 

Your life beyond the confines of work bore a striking resemblance. The majority of your friends were entangled in their own busy lives and careers, leaving little room for regular meetups. Furthermore, your family resided inconveniently in an entirely different city, making it impractical for you to freely come and go as you pleased. Not that you’d have the energy to do so anyway. On most of your days off, you found yourself indoors, indulging in the solace of leisurely idleness. There was nothing better than being able to sleep without the expectation of an alarm blaring to wake you up too early in the morning for your liking. 

But it was also getting dull. You couldn’t deny that life was pretty dull. You were grateful most times, having the security of a job and home was everything that was enough. Though occasionally, you longed for more. More to feel what life and this world could present. Even for the tiniest second, you desired to feel something different. 

9:30 pm. Finally, you turn your laptop off for the night and raise your arms to stretch the extremely tautened muscles straining your shoulders. You’ve been working non-stop since your lunch break ended, dinner didn’t even occur to you till small growls churned in your stomach. Packing up your things, you decided to head down to the convenience store in the building before leaving to catch your bus ride home. Maybe some onigiri or a bento box would suffice. 

Treading into the well-lit store, the cashier welcomes you with a smile along with the rush of the cold draft from the air conditioner hitting your skin at once. That woke you up a bit, forgetting how cold it would be in actuality outside of this building. It was winter after all. Your eyes survey through the food section, set on that last tuna mayo-flavoured rice ball before extending your hand to pick it off the shelves; when another hand seemed to beat you to it. This interaction caused you to jolt a little on your feet, waking you up fully now as your eyes dilated slightly at the man standing beside you. His hand was still next to yours by the shelves, only his successfully holding onto the onigiri. 

“Oh, sorry. Did you want this?” he asks softly, or rather he seemed, apologetic with his eyes staring back into yours. “It’s fine...I’ll just..” you trail on, glancing back at the array of rice balls before aimlessly picking another. “take this one.” The man blinks instantly in surprise, you can tell, but what about you weren’t sure. “Y/n?” with your name slipping out of his voice, your eyes widened once again and this time you were surprised. What? 

“You are..?” Not wanting to confirm straight off the bat just in case it was a stalker danger situation or something, you crease your eyebrows in question. “It’s me, Heeseung. From the basketball team.” Heeseung…Heeseung? Oh. Right. Heeseung. Once his facial features registered in your fatigued brain, recollections of university life played in your mind like a movie trailer. Were you truly this depleted that you didn't recognize this earlier? Unbelievable.

You knew him briefly through your group of friends who were also part of the basketball team, glimpsing him in the socials and games you attended, merely ever acknowledging each other with “heys” and greeting smiles. Heeseung was a year younger than you but it was hard to tell with his domineering height and build. Despite his rapport with your closest friends, you two never seemed to escalate the acquaintanceship. Yet, there was always a subtle exchange of prolonged glances between you two. You often notice his gaze and you'd find yourself looking back at him. His captivating charm and attractive features were no secret to anyone, and you were well aware of the magnetic allure he possessed around people. Well, those glances held no deeper meaning; they were just moments, fleeting and devoid of any significance, or so you believed. 

“Ah…Heeseung. I didn’t realise it was you with your hair all black now. Sorry, my brain is kind of fried..” you convey with a slight smile, mixed with comfort and apology. It had only been a full year and a half since you last saw him, at one of the parties the basketball team threw before a big game. It was apparent he changed; grew a few more inches and his shoulders looked larger too. Black strands covered some of his eyes now, which differed the most drastically from the blonde he used to have. He looked really good even sporting in just a hoodie and sweatpants, you couldn’t refute that. Heeseung lets out a chuckle, taking the onigiri from your hand and strides his way to the cashier without another word. “Oh?” was all you could say, flickering your eyes in surprise as you followed him. “You don’t have to! I should be the one buying.” He chuckles once again; never realised his voice sounded temperate either. As he thanks the cashier and hands you the plastic bag filled with the tuna-flavoured rice ball you wanted initially and an extra orange juice, a smile curves up his lips. You thanked him quietly and showed a smile back, both of you now walking out of the store into the cold air of the night. 

The darkness encompassed your surroundings, yet the glow of the streetlights and moon shine compensated for the lack of clear sight. “Hey, you didn’t have to..you know. But thank you again Heeseung. I should pay you back though..” The man looks at you with the same smile still plastered on his face, his hand pushing back his hair slightly. “Instead of paying me back, why don’t we grab a bite sometime?” Did he just ask me out? No, he’s just being friendly. 

You weren’t certain if you were more exhausted than you thought, but you sensed a slight leap in your heart. You weren't exactly unnerved by the inquiry, but it certainly deviated from the norm for you, especially now that you're fully engrossed in the corporate grind. Work accumulated on too much of your life and mind, as well as on people around you that nobody ever had any time to do such things. Sure, you’ve been asked out for lunch and coffee, sometimes even dinner with a colleague but this felt different. 

“Oh, yeah, okay.” you weren’t sure on how to react, nodding your head along with your words. You were shy. Heeseung chortles once again, noting this obvious expression from you. “Tomorrow sound good? Here, give me your number.” He says, passing you his phone. Was he always this straightforward? He did seem the type to be but encountering it first-hand was heating your ears and cheeks. You hope he doesn’t realise this, assuming it was from the cold. Nodding slowly in agreement with his suggestion, you take the phone from his hand and fill in your contact information. For some reason, your phone number seemed scrambled up in your head, causing you to doubt if you're even keying in the right digits. Saving it and handing the phone back to him, you retained your eyes on his. The sound of the bus huffing to a stop nearby broke your gaze, realising it was your ride home for the night. “Okay well I um, I have to catch that.” you tried not to sound awkward, pointing at the bus a few steps away as you took some in that direction slowly. “Ah, alright, I’ll text you!” Heeseung graced you with yet another warm smile, this time radiating even more brightness than before. He watches as you get on the bus and settle on a seat in the back, waving slightly when your eyes look out the window to him. You wave back as the bus drives off, his silhouette gently fading away into the obscurity of the night. It had been quite a memorable evening for you, as the sight of an old familiar face reignited something within you, much like the gradual lustre of a dried-out candle; and indeed, the flames do begin to flicker and glow anew.

As sunlight sifts through the curtains and gently tickles your face, its warmth prompts a soft, contented whirr to escape your lips as you continue to slumber peacefully. If that wasn’t enough to wake you, the buzzing sound of your phone sure did. It was a quiet Saturday morning, or rather, afternoon, considering the clock struck 12 pm. At this hour, the stillness persisted, and you were expecting a respite from incoming messages. Everybody was either too occupied catching up on their sleep and lives, but you’d forgotten there was a new number soon to be added to your contacts. Seizing it from the side table, you open one eye to take a peek at the notification illustrated on the screen before opening both in surprise. Perhaps even excitement, reading the words out loud in your head.

“Good morning Y/N :) Heeseung here.”

A bashful smile began to play on the corners of your lips, and your cheeks blushed once more at the mere thought of the text. The fact that he probably just woken up too to text you ‘Good morning’ at this hour; the fact texting you was the first thing he did when he woke up. You swiftly replied, not forgetting to replicate the smiley face he added to his good morning text. Within a few minutes, your phone buzzed again, leaving you no space to bask in the joy of having received that initial message. 

“I hope you rested well :) What are your plans for the day?” 

There's that smiley face again. Why did he have to message you like that? Such simple words yet they made your smile grow bigger. You turned your body to the other side, back facing the window now with your legs wrapped around the bolster. It felt like reliving high-school days being a young girl in love, smiling and giggling as you read the exchanged messages between you and your crush. You weren't entirely certain if your feelings for this boy amounted to a crush just yet, but there was an undeniable sense of something growing within you.

Heeseung was sweet, and he was really funny. It’s around 5 pm now, having been texting each other the whole day with a dinner plan for the night, you found yourself giggling once again as you read the joke he made this time. All you managed to do today was eat lunch and take a shower, with half the other time spent typing your fingers away on your phone. Over the course of a few hours, the bond between you two clicked instantly and deepened, ease and comfort settling enough for Heeseung to have flirted a little bit here and there. You did appreciate his gestures, noting his flirtatious manner, which leaned more towards showering you with compliments and engaging in innocent teasing. Glancing at the time once more, you figured it was time to get ready for the dinner he had planned for the both of you. 

Gazing at your reflection one final time in the mirror, a smile graces your lips as you adjust your flared-sleeve top and skirt to perfection. The sound of your phone ringing caught you off guard, stumbling a little as you hurriedly put on your jacket and picked it up. “Hey, I’m outside.” Heeseung sounded like he was smiling over the phone, the hint of excitement couldn’t be missed from his tone. An involuntary smile finds its way to your lips, peeking through the window to see him standing outside with his back resting against his car; dressed handsomely in a pair of loose black pants, matching it with a black collared shirt and jacket. God, even in simple clothing or dressed up, Heeseung always looked good. Despite hours of conversation, a flutter of nervousness still lingered within you. Heart beating louder and quicker with every step closer you took to him, the sight of his glinting eyes seemed to relax you. 

Breathe. It’s just Heeseung. 

“You’re so pretty.” He blurts out as you become clearer in his line of sight; and with the subtle reddening of his cheeks, you discern that he hadn't intended to express it so candidly. He blinks slowly as if he was coming back from a daze, clearing his throat. “Come on, let's go.” the boy says, opening the car door with one hand and the other leading you to get in.   What a gentleman. 

“Y-you look really good too.” Did you just stutter? Pursing your lips in embarrassment, you tried to save face by giving a small smile. Cute, he thought and as usual he chuckled in response. The ride to the restaurant turned out to be less awkward than anticipated, and as the night unfolded, you discovered yourself becoming more and more comfortable in his company, easing into the evening with each passing moment. Engaging in conversation, you delve into the recounting of shared experiences in university and reminisce about mutual friends, weaving a tapestry of memories and connections. Diving deeper, you navigate through a multitude of topics, slipping past the surface to explore more facets of each other's lives. Amidst soft laughter that punctuates the conversation, you discover that there's an inexhaustible well of things to talk about with each other. 

 In that fleeting time, everything felt perfect and your heart did the leap once more. Whenever there was a minute of silence between the two of you, Heeseung would look up to you with a smile, reaching his hand out across the table to hold onto yours. You found yourself pondering whether he might be experiencing the same nervousness as you, despite his outwardly composed and confident demeanor. Yet, every now and then, you caught a slight flush creeping up to the tips of his ears, offering a glimpse into his inner thoughts.

Nothing could’ve beat the night you had, if you had to compare it with all the others you spent rotting alone at home in your bed. With everything running smoothly, what could go wrong? It felt like you two grew closer not just emotionally but physically as well, being cosy enough to hold hands as you walk out of the restaurant together now. 

“Oh shit, I think I left my phone on the table.” Heeseung says, patting down his jacket and pant pockets a few times, apologising to you as he hurriedly walks back in. You giggle a little at his clumsiness, standing at the side of the restaurant waiting for him to come back. It was getting later in the night now, the cold air tingling down your skin making goosebumps rise. No amount of clothing or jackets was enough for the temperature that drops at night. 

Bits of the evening kept replaying in your head and you couldn’t help but smile a little to yourself. It was yet to end until Heeseung sent you home but you were already reminiscing the time you shared. He surprised you in a way; with how effortless it was to talk to him, to share with him the things you’ve always had in mind. He made you feel accommodated and heard; like he really wanted to know you. Like he really wanted you to know him. There undoubtedly was a paradoxical sense that you and he had an enduring connection as if your souls had been intertwined for eternity. What took you so long to finally talk to him? It made you excited, knowing there would potentially be more of him in your life after this. 

“You alone?” a slurred-out voice pulls you out of your thoughts, surprising you, even more, was the tall man standing in front of you now. He didn’t look too old, nor did he look too young, but he did look wasted. You were seemingly scared and decided not to pay any mind to the stranger, hoping he’d just walk away and stop bothering you; but to no luck, the man remained there. Pestering and being persistent in having a conversation, he started to annoy you. Annoy more than how scared you felt before. Annoyed about what's taking Heeseung so goddamn long to come back. Before you could muster the words to dismiss the man, he unexpectedly takes hold of your wrist, as if intending to lead you away. “Come, let's go get some drinks!” 

“Let her go.” Tone harsh and low, Heeseung was evidently angry at the stranger bothering you. He made sure to be delicate, grabbing your waist to pull you off from the man’s grip and fall back close to his chest. “Who the fuck are you?” The stranger retaliates, puffing up his chest as if he were trying to scare Heeseung off. It would take more than just a little show to get him to back down from guarding you, not even a mere attempt at a punch in the face could. Heeseung scoffs in spite, unfazed at the hit; his own fist curling up to show the man how it was actually done. You gasp softly, being pushed to the sidelines as Heeseung lands his hard knuckles on the man’s face. It clearly did the damage he meant to, seeing how the man was now wincing and scurrying off in pain and curses. You felt a wave of relief wash over you as the dispute came to an abrupt end. “Heeseung, are you okay? Y-you’re bleeding!” A small red hue illuminates from the corner of his lips, quickly being licked off by his swift tongue. Though the bleeding continued to slowly seep through. “I’m fine if you’re fine. Let’s get you home.” 

You weren’t going to lie, besides the worry you felt for Heeseung getting into a physical altercation, the sight of him all strong and protective like that kind of made your insides turn. In a good way. Never mind that he was younger, the fact he was protective towards you and even took out a hit for you; ten folds attractive in your eyes. The whole ride home remained shrouded in silence, with a subtle tension lingering in the air. His hand held yours firmly as he drove, a silent reassurance amidst the quiet unease. Caressing your hand with his thumb, indicating he was worried for your well-being and this soothed you immensely. Pulling up to your driveway, Heeseung turns to face you, hand still firmly clasped with yours. 

“I’m sorry you had to go through that. I just didn’t want you to get hurt.” He starts, hanging his head down low as if he was ashamed to meet your eyes.

You give his hand a little tug, signalling him to ease up. “It’s okay. You’re the one who got hurt though..” unconsciously (or not, you weren’t even sure yourself anymore) your lips form a small pout, eyes wide focused on Heeseung’s face with slight glances at his bleeding lips. He notices this, and instead of wiping them off, Heeseung slowly leans his face closer to yours till your noses brush against each other and he pauses there. His breath wandered around the air near you, the warmth emanating from his body exuding into your skin and creating a calming closeness. His scent was undeniably pleasing and so close, the black strands of his hair softly poking on your own cheeks. Electrifying, both heartbeats getting louder and louder you could almost feel it claw its way out. You held your breath at that moment, fearful that any wrong move might cause the enchantment to disperse. You’ve never felt like this before, and you’d do whatever it takes to keep feeling it. 

Your thighs seemed to rub against each other, warmth burgeoning in your stomach and extending downward. In one brisk second, Heeseung plants his lips onto yours and immediately you reciprocate. It felt tender and pacifying, radiating sincerity and solace.

You could feel the speck of passion pouring into your heart, flowers blooming as the garden grows. It grows, wilder with a pinch of fire now, as Heeseung pushes for more with how deep and harsher his lips felt. Your sanity erupts into a chaotic symphony, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all. His hands had seemed to find themselves on your bare thighs, gripping them like his life depended on it. Fingers tracing up your skin till it reaches the hem of your skirt, you feel it daringly push the fabric away and climb higher. With the soft touch of his finger on your now-soaked underwear, a soft moan escapes your lips. Your hands encircled his neck, drawing him nearer, the desire for more amplifying with each lingering touch of his piers. Heeseung pushes his tongue in at the brief parting of your lips, licking your cavern wet and continues to weave both of your tongues together, sucking on them ever so roughly.

 Breaking the kiss, now messy and sloppy with saliva running down your jaw, you somehow felt your lips still parched. As if it were insufficient, leaving an unquenched longing for his flavour. Tracing your tongue on the edges of his crimson-covered lips, you sniffle a moan at the taste of him. Despite the tempting urge to nibble more onto them, you resisted, mindful of not wanting to inflict any more hurt upon him than he had already endured.

Inclining into him again, his finger resting on your underwear has started to make its movements; nice and slow. He rubs them in a circular motion; wanting to tease you a little bit more. You moan in between kisses, your own hands now gripping onto his shirt to tug and pull him closer, bodies pressing against each other. With that eagerness coming from you, Heeseung holds your underwear to the side with his thumb, pushing two fingers into your folds without breaking the kiss. You gasped at this, unconsciously biting onto his lower lip a little bit too hard than you intended. It created a little bloody mess, but nothing you couldn’t fix. 

You tenderly murmur a soft apology, delicately licking away every trace of red left on his lips, seeking to soothe any discomfort. 

“You’re such a good girl, cleaning up after your mess. My good girl.” the man coos under his breath, fingers pushing themselves further into you, accelerating the pace as the seconds go by. My good girl. There's that heart leap again. A fleeting moment of uncertainty crosses your mind as you ponder whether he expressed those words in the heat of the moment

or if he meant it, but the way he handled you and kissed you earlier seemed to pivot the pendulum towards it being honest. At least, that's what you wanted to believe. 

The muffled sounds escaping you grow more pronounced, escalating in intensity with the hold on his shirt tightening within the grasp of your fingers shortly before they sneak downwards to the growing mound in his pants; gently but firmly grasping its contours. This prompted a hiss from him, his lips pressing even deeper into the yours than before. 

You've never encountered such an exhilarating feeling like this, as Heeseung's firm fingers gradually heighten the vigour of euphoria seeping up your senses. "Ah, more..more." 

The man smirks in response to your desperate plea, forcefully pushing his fingers deeper before withdrawing them completely. Dismayed at his retraction, your eyes fluttered as you leaned back from him, gasping for the breath you had momentarily lost. 

"More what? What is it that you want, baby?" 

With a raised eyebrow, he questions, attempting to suppress a grin that you catch in his expression. Ignoring the blush taking shape on the apples of your cheeks, you briefly scrutinise him; his shirt bore a charming dishevelment, his tousled hair adding a touch of allure, making him exceptionally more attractive in sight. The burgeoning bulge beneath your clammy palm subtly twitches, drawing your focus to its presence; making it known to you of his equal excitement at what you're about to say. 

"I want you to fuck me, Heeseung. Please." 

A groan escapes his lips in response to your words. Without uttering another sound, he withdraws from you and begins lowering his pants and boxers down to his thighs; springing out his ever-so-eager cock free. Damn, what a sight. Heeseung clearly overpacked on your anticipations in this department. 

How much more pleasure could he bring you now, considering the sensations his fingers alone prompted? Your insides ignite further at this view, body flushing with heat and throat drying at the mere thought of how he would taste and feel inside of you. 

"Like what you see?" With his grin no longer concealed, the man wastes no time in pushing his seat back to create space, pulling you up to straddle his lap, facing him. A loud grunt breaks free past his lips at the pressure, sending a thrill of giddiness through you. Each time his subtle noises reached your ears, it professed that you were doing something right, eliciting a sense of satisfaction for the pleasure you were giving him. "It's not even in yet." you giggle softly, pulling your own underwear down to your thighs. "Someone's impatient." Though he started with the tip of his erection gently brushing against your clitoris, he swiftly proceeded to thrust himself inside your entrance.

"Fuck." 

Both of you utter the same word, yet in two distinct tones – yours emerging as a whine of pleasure, and his as a gratifying groan. The folds of your clit envelope him completely, with every quickening thrust he pushes in constricting yourself around his cock. 

The strands of his hair, once framing his face, now clung damply to his forehead, hooded eyes barely peering through them yet intensely staring into your orbs. Countless thoughts inundated your mind under the weight of his intimate gaze, leaving you unable to focus on any single one. In this moment, concentration eluded you entirely; even the disbelief that Heeseung was pounding you out in his car right now. This is crazy. I'm crazy. 

"Damn, you feel so fucking amazing." his hands wander underneath the back of your skirt, grabbing the flesh of your ass ever so roughly as it bounces up and down his stripped thighs. “Oh fuck me-faster please..!” you squirmed in painful ecstasy as the wetness of your gushing clit slides his erection in and out of your tightness with ease. Heeseung accelerates his pace even further, seemingly preempting your unspoken demands. With your hands wrapped around his neck, you pull his chest closer to brush the tip of your hardened nipples beneath your top, and that causes you to moan out his name. The heated boy buries his face in the crook of your neck now, leaving soft brushes of his tongue against your skin and sinks his teeth into them rough enough to leave distinct marks. 

"You taste so fucking good too. You're just perfect." You hear his raspy voice mutter under his breath, face still grazing on the skin of your neck as if he was savouring your scent. Feeling the tip of his cock pushing itself exactly into your right spot, you whine out his name repeatedly. The back of your body arches, your toes curling at how hot the air stands; all sorts of emotions strike you at once as your sight goes blurry, mind growing hazier by the second. 

"Mmhm..faster Heeseung. Your cock feels so good in me.” this time, you moan even louder, indicating that you were on the brink of reaching the climax of your high very soon. Heeseung took notice of this, quickening his thrusts as he was about to reach the same destination. 

"Cum with me, baby. Together." 

Hoarse, low groans escaped from his lips with each accelerated movement; the cry of pleasure lamented out both your breaths the moment he blew in one final deepened jab at your spot. A surge of warm fluid cascaded through you, blending seamlessly with your own essence, propelled by the sheer bliss you've just shared. The air was filled with the sounds of heavy, hurried breaths, your lungs working overtime. Your eyes remained fixed on Heeseung's face as you endeavoured to recover composure and catch your breath. Finally, a sense of clarity returned to you as your thoughts regained focus. Did that really just happen? Everything seemed surreal, as if plucked from a dream.

Somehow it appeared like he could read your mind when he laughed at your countenance, his hands now accommodating on your waist to pull himself out of you slowly. As you lean in, finding comfort by resting your head on his chest, the rhythmic thumping of his heart surrounds your ear. The sound was loud and hastened, almost palpably carrying the nervous anticipation in its rapid beat, reminiscent of your very first kiss together. Well, you've done so much more than that now. Freeing his hands from your waist, Heeseung tenderly cradles you with one arm while the other softly strokes your head, radiating care and affection in his touch. He showers your forehead with soft pecks, each one a tender expression of adoration, accompanied by whispered sweet confessions that linger in the air.

"You're really beautiful, I've always thought that." 

 You both stay like that for a while, reluctant to disrupt the intimacy you shared. However, the reality of your semi-nude state in the confines of a car eventually nudged you both to acknowledge that the moment couldn't last forever. Not right there. The unexpected series of events that unfolded tonight, stemming from your fateful meeting just the day before, had taken a turn you hadn't even considered viable with him. In retrospect, those exchanged glances at the parties and games back then seemed to carry a newfound meaning now. Life wasn't so dull anymore.

Gently disentangling yourself from his embrace, you meet his eyes once again before placing a tender kiss on his cheek. "Let's go inside." you chuckle, sliding off his lap and back to the passenger seat while fixing your clothes. In sync with your decision, Heeseung follows suit, concurring with the idea of heading back inside your house; as the rest of the night evolved with an abundance of conversation and lots and lots and lots of cuddles. 

#enhypen #heeseung #lee heeseung #lee heesung x reader #heeseung smut #lee heeseung smut #enhypen hard hours #enhypen x reader #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen smut #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #heeseung x reader

[catastrophichues]

smth that like. i end up thinking abt a lot is the way vil is a character whose in-game experiences are really mirrored by a big chunk of the way fandom treats him.

vils beauty is smth that he’s been villainized for his entire life. he’s too beautiful, too gorgeous, and in the minds of many, that automatically equates to things like “mean/evil/cruel.” as if his beauty = villain

and that perception is one he struggles with. no one lets him play the role of hero bc a lot of the time, a hero is someone the audience roots for and relates to. but no one can “relate” to vil bc his beauty others him. neige has a beauty that is innocent but also attainable. that’s what makes him the perfect hero. for some reason, it’s almost unfathomable to most that someone beautiful who also cares about being beautiful could be smth other than a “mean girl” or a villain.

and the thing is, vil does care abt beauty! and that’s okay! valuing beauty is not inherently evil, and the way fanon (and when I say fanon, i obviously don’t mean everyone, there’s also a lot of ppl who see vil and actually understand the complexities of his character) twists that to “forcing his standard upon others” is honestly wrong. vil holds himself to such a high standard, but the “standard” he’s holding others too is being the best versions of themselves they could be.

his correcting epel on language usage is literally not smth sinister or classist. the EN translation didnt get the translation accurate. correcting epel was literally abt being aware that not many would be able to understand epel if he continued to speak in that dialect, and in other cases, seen as rude. he was preparing epel for future opportunities and circumstances. epels grandma literally switches her way of speaking when meeting the boys at Harveston, so it’s not smth that’s got zero precedent.

and in cases where vil is believed to be envious of others beauty it’s like—who doesn’t feel jealous at times? he mentions being a little jealous that silver does nothing with his hair and yet it’s so fine. that’s understandable! vil is someone who puts work in his beauty. he doesn’t just coast on what’s already there he exercises. he cut out mayo even tho he loved it bc he ended up breaking out. he holds himself to strict food regimens. he makes beauty products. so like-this envy? it’s healthy, he expresses it, and then he gifts silver self-made hair and skin products. bc his envy doesn’t manifest as wanting others to be less than him. it manifests as appreciation and wanting to see improvement. bc!! he’s a good person!!

ive seen fics and content where it’s like “he values beauty/his figure over the lives of others.” my dudes. this man literally sacrificed his youth and beauty to save idia/close the underworld. “Oh but he regretted it! and he got it back!” yeah he cried his heart out who WOULDN’T! and as for getting it back—learning a lesson or making sacrifices shouldn’t always hinge on like whether or not the character makes these sacrifices continues to suffer or whatever. like redemption (even tho he rlly doesn’t need to be redeemed) doesn’t only become valid if someone suffers or if suffering is constant.

vil gets relegated to roles like “the bitchy ex” or the “mean girl” or someone who is constantly cruel and vain and a bully when that’s literally the antithesis of what vil is.

so for that, i really really appreciate the content creators who write fic or make art where vil as a character is more than the villain he tries so hard not to be.

#vil schoenheit #twisted wonderland #neige leblanche #silver vanrouge #twst vil #epel felmier #twst epel #disney twst

[azulsluver]

Hi!!! So I noticed that your requests are open, and I'd like to make a request, if you don't mind of course. But first of all, I just wanted to say that I really, REALLY love your writing, especially the hauntedhouseau!twst and bullyau!twst. I THRIVE from the feelings of hurt, angst and despair. Like, call me emotional or sensitive, but one time I literally cried for the reader (and grim, 'cause the grim ask also made me shed a few tears), because I can't help but feel sorry for them for being so helpless in their situation, but at the same time I liked the feeling of sadness and hurt in my chest(???). It really left a good impression on me, so much that your writing would randomly pop up in my head for weeks, for no reason at all.

Sorry, I rambled a bit back there didn't I? I was planning on writing more about the reasons why I fell in love with your writing, but I don't want to make this ask longer than it was supposed to be. I wanted to ask you multiple requests too, but I also don't want to burden you by asking too much, so I'm just gonna ask one that's been on my mind the most. Could I please ask for more about Bullyau!Ruggie? His relationship with the reader in the AU have caught my eye the most. That's all, thank you for all of your efforts in writing fics for us! We greatly appreciate it!

This is so cute no words can express how happy this made me 😭

I try my best to please both, also this was more of me giving a story than headcanons.

Back to your request-

tw. yandere, bullying, dubcon kissing/touching, mentions of suicide and starvation, graphic violence, being sold off at one point.

cw. bathing scene but gentiles are not described.

He gave you a sandwich.

Mayo and egg mashed up with a single crisp of a lettuce. It dangles in front of you, staring at it with a gulp. Ruggie's head turns to give you a look, noticing how you hadn't reached for the damn thing. His face frowns, making you flinch that you had upset him in some way. He sighs, propping himself down next to you.

Your body screams in pain, blitz of cuts run down your legs and nose. Barely managing to avoid Floyd. Alarmed, his sudden movements has you backing slightly to the wall before he grabbed your hands and roughly placed the egg sandwich between them.

"I couldn't find you in your dorm, Leona told me to feed you something since you've been going on a hunger strike."

Ruggie sounded disappointed. And that made you hallow at some point. Because he's taken the role of caring for you, unwanted yet needed. You'd hate to admit it, but seeing Ruggie makes you a little bit happier.

The mention of starvation has you eyeing the cold sandwich, you weren't allowed to eat. You're not sure if you told yourself that or someone else did, it felt wrong but his glare has you shakily bringing it close to your mouth.

You have started to doze off, eating mindlessly as he dabs your face with a wet cloth to clean the blood oozing from your nose. Hearing him whisper to himself whilst wiping the egg crumbs on your lips. Finishing, you shyly glance up at him, having the urge to tell him you feel like throwing it up. But you don't want to get slapped across the head for such a childish threat, swallowing whenever your throat tightens. Instead, like you were taught, you watch him disinfect your wounds and lastly bandage them.

He gets up, patting his pants down. You bring your knees closer to your chest as he stretches with a bored yawn, telling you to go and hide near Savanaclaw territory as Leona is in a good mood.

He won't hurt you as bad as he did.

You know it was a lie. Yet you nod, lips turning into a frown as he leaves you.

-

You laid on your back and gazed upon the stars.

Petting Grim who failed to stay up to protect you as he claimed; laying next to your side. Ruggie not too far. With his hands supporting his head and mimicking you. For some reason it's never pitch black at night as it was in your world, there are swirls of purple and blue with stars shining twice as bright.

Breathing softly as the cool air envelops your skin, eyes closed tightly as you lay a hand over your bruised neck. There’s still an adrenaline rush pumping in your lungs, Ruggie’s presence not helping the situation.

“Do you think of killing yourself one day, [Name]?”

Normally, the question would have you stuttering an answer. Yet there wasn’t a reason to lie.

“Sometimes.”

Hoarse. Slowly opening your eyes and turning your head to the side to look at him. He’s thinking the same, propping himself on his side with his hand supporting his cheek this time.

“Yea? What’s stopping you?”

Your nails dig into your palm and a sudden rush of tears swell. Was it the thought of leaving Grim on his own? Or perhaps the fear of where your soul may go and be stuck for eternity with the ghosts? Whatever the cause, you certainly don’t wish to die. And that makes you hysterical.

“I don’t know.”

Covering your face out of embarrassment, too many times have they made you purposefully cry: however it brings you red to even show such vulnerability.

Ruggie blinks at you before sighing deeply to himself. He brings his face closer to yours to lick at your tears, murmuring how you’ve already cried so much today. It’ll make you dehydrated if you keep it up. It’s comforting in a way, like a mother licking her kitten clean with his rough textured tongue.

His body moves on its own with hovering over you, watching you idly as you suck in a breath to control your whimpers and sniffles. He looks angry. Not at you. It can’t be you, you haven’t done anything. If it wasn’t you, then you can fear what the real problem was, that he was conflicted of himself. But the thought wasn’t strong enough for him to detain.

To engulf you by surprise and steal a kiss. More than once, twice, until you give in.

-

Only four people have seen you bare and soaked in water.

Trey being the first, scrubbing off the dirt and grimes on your skin after Ace and Deuce took you out.

Azul leaving you in his large tub to hide you away from the twins, remembering the annoyed expression he wore as he patted you down with a towel.

Lilia having the honors of a small lecture as he heals you from the cuts given by Sebek, the water was always cold.

And Ruggie, stars, you’d suffocate yourself in this very tub to let him care for you. The memories of being held down as money was thrown at him. How you groveled and beg for him to not let them take you. You shouldn’t expect so much from him, your attachment looking dull as he picks up the fallen goods without looking your way.

All means well. When you’re crawling back to him, scared and in need of help. You still find yourself in a humiliating situation, one you barely plan on changing.

It felt good at least. Drawn a hot bath, almost boiling your skin. His nails are insanely sharp as they dance over the open wounds near your chest. With half lidded eyes, you ponder to yourself as he stitched up the wound with a needle and thread.

His hands were similar to theirs, roughing you by the hair and clumsily carving into your flesh. Comparing it to Ruggie’s was an understatement, he hadn’t touched you like them. Sure he was tough on you and maybe left a mark once in a while.

But his touch was something you’d rather have than what they gave you. So you relax even when the pain eats at your nerve system. Shaking limbs rippling the water.

Comfort is a false statement. But you can always dream.

#yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #ruggie bucchi x reader #bully!au #hmm this a lil too soft #but it ruggie so it okaz

[littlestsnicket]

wonderfulxstrange exchange time! thank you @countdowntotwinpeaks for organizing this!

here is my fic for @bluerosering

title: I just got your number

word count: 1.1k

phillip jeffries & lucy moran; found footage

[also on ao3]

Due, one assumes, though I can find no record of the initial warrant, to the proximity to Unguin Air Force Base and the newly constructed Listening Post Alpha, the phone line at the Twin Peaks Sheriff Station was tapped in 1983. Coincidentally, this date roughly coincides with the graduation from junior college of one young Lucy Moran. Can you guess where she entered the workforce? 

What follows is a collection of conversations pertinent to our ongoing effort to make sense of the events on and leading up to October 2nd, 2016. I pity the person who initially transcribed these conversations. She—presumably—had the patience of a saint. The problems a small town calls into the non-emergency police line and Lucy’s endless attempts to explain the phone system to her colleagues have a certain quaint charm, but I was endlessly grateful these files were digitized and searchable.

-TP

February 28th, 1989

LUCY MORAN: Twin Peaks Sheriff Station.

(Static)

LUCY: I don’t want to hang up on you, especially if it’s a long distance call. You can tell by the quality of the sound. It goes open and airy. One time my sister traveled all the way to New York City and she forgot her toothbrush so naturally she had to call me and—

(Series of mechanical clunks.)

LUCY: I don’t understand what that’s supposed to mean. I can’t help you if you don’t use words. I’m going to h—“

UNIDENTIFIED MALE WITH SOUTHERN DRAWL: Cooper.

LUCY: I’m sorry, Agent Cooper isn’t here right now. He—

UNIDENTIFIED MALE: Cooper.

LUCY: Could you tell me who you are?

UNIDENTIFIED MALE: COOPER.

LUCY: You’re not Agent Cooper. You sound nothing like Agent Cooper!

UNIDENTIFIED MALE: The owls are not what they seem.

(Call ends.)

March 10th, 1989

LUCY: Twin Peaks Sheriff Station, Lucy Moran speaking.

UNIDENTIFIED MALE: I’m not gonna talk about Judy.

LUCY: Lucy, not Judy. And you’re talking to me. It would be rude to talk about me, and I’m not sure how that would even work.

UNIDENTIFIED MALE: It’s dangerous.

LUCY: What’s dangerous? Wait, I recognize your voice. You called here before talking nonsense the night Agent Cooper was shot.

UNIDENTIFIED MALE: I just got your number. 

LUCY: You’ve called here before!

UNIDENTIFIED MALE: Maybe I will.

LUCY: You’re scaring me. I’m hanging up now.

(Call ends.)

March 17th, 1989

LUCY: Twin Peaks Sheriff St—

UNIDENTIFIED MALE: I need to speak to Garland Briggs. 

LUCY: This is the sheriff’s station, Major Briggs—

UNIDENTIFIED MALE: I need to speak to Garland Briggs.

LUCY: I can’t transfer your call anyway if you won’t tell me who you are.

UNIDENTIFIED MALE: You haven’t asked.

LUCY: I did. I remember you. I asked you the first time you called here and you wouldn’t tell me.

(Silence)

LUCY: If you're still insisting that hasn’t happened I’m hanging up right now. I have important things to deal with. Growing a whole baby and still having to decide who the father will be is very stressful. 

UNIDENTIFIED MALE: My apologies, ma’am. I was unaware of your predicament. My name is Phillip Jeffries.

LUCY: I don’t know a Phillip Jeffries.

PHILLIP JEFFRIES: I advise you keep it that way.

LUCY: You should stop calling then. 

JEFFRIES: I need to speak to Major Garland Briggs. 

LUCY: I can’t help you. He’s not here.

JEFFRIES: You’re a tough cookie, Lucy Brennan.

LUCY: Moran. It’s Lucy Moran.

(Call ends.)

July 15th, 2002

LUCY: Twin Peaks Sheriff Station.

PHILLIP JEFFRIES: There was a man in Columbia. He was too close.

LUCY: Mr. Jeffries?

JEFFRIES: That wasn’t how it was supposed to go, but it was better than letting things lie. Albert won’t understand.

LUCY: Who are you? Why are you telling me this?

JEFFRIES: I’m Phillip Jeffries, the one and only. Unless there is another. Unnatural. Not occurring in nature. Another.

LUCY: I know your name. I think you’re lonely, but that’s no excuse to talk nonsense.

JEFFRIES: Not nonsense, ma’am. But my perspective lacks context and your perspective lacks context. There are things that cannot be explained, only experienced and communicated obliquely to those who already know.  

(Silence.)

JEFFRIES: I am alone. No one visits me here. Not unless they want something I won’t tell them. Not the people who visit me. 

LUCY: Where are you? Can you leave?

(Mechanical clunking that sounds eerily like a laugh)

JEFFRIES: Room 8.

LUCY: That’s not very helpful.

JEFFRIES: Liberation through Hearing during the Intermediate State

LUCY: Oh, I know that one. I read a book about Tibet because Agent Cooper—that’s not a place. It’s a meditation, I think.

JEFFRIES: You’re right.

LUCY: How can you be in a meditation?

JEFFRIES: I am in all places and no places, accessible only at times of completion. I am where Agent Cooper is yet inaccessible to him. You know Agent Cooper.

LUCY: Yes, but Agent Cooper went missing.

JEFFRIES: Agent Cooper is not missing. He’s lost. But he may find himself. I must prepare for that eventuality.

LUCY: You’re not going to hurt him are you?

JEFFRIES: I’m not gonna do anything to him. Nothing he hasn’t agreed to. (Mechanical clunking.) We had a plan but it’s going wrong. Dweller on the threshold. The fractured self. Unnatural. But we mustn’t lose hope, Lucy Brennan.

LUCY: I am Lucy Brennan. You said that last time when I wasn’t yet. How did you know that would happen?

JEFFRIES: Last time. Time. Now that’s a loaded word. 

LUCY: You’re a very frustrating person to talk to, Mr. Jeffries.

JEFFRIES: It’s my nature now. There are only words for a fraction of the things I want to say.

(Silence.)

JEFFRIES: Beware of Duplicates. Not occurring in nature.

(Call ends.)

September 25th, 2016

LUCY: Twin Peaks Sheriff Station.

JEFFRIES: The pieces wobble but all is not lost. The tipping point will be here soon.

LUCY: Can you stick them to something so they don’t fall over?

(Mechanical clunking.)

JEFFRIES: There’s nothing sticky enough to make this certain. I do my best to keep them steady.

LUCY: (tentatively) Can I help? Usually, I’d get you donuts and coffee but I don’t think I can bring donuts to a place that’s all places and no places.

JEFFRIES: That’s kind of you, Lucy Brennan. He didn’t come through all the way, but his shadow self was not strong enough to stop him completely. Only he can fix it. But we must have everything in place should he succeed. There is a role for you to play, but it would be wrong of me to extract an obligation. Keep your eyes open. You may see something unnatural. When you do, act.

LUCY: I don’t understand.

JEFFRIES: I think you will. 

(Call ends.)

October 2nd, 2016

LUCY (audibly shaken): Twin Peaks Sheriff Station, Lucy speaking.

JEFFRIES: Tell me what happened.

LUCY: I shot him!

JEFFRIES: That’s good. 

LUCY: You’re not going to ask who?

JEFFRIES: I know who. I have one more journey to facilitate. Then my time is done. 

(Mechanical clunking.)

LUCY: Is that a good thing?

JEFFRIES: I think so. Wish me luck. Wish us all luck. 

LUCY: Good luck, Mr. Jeffries 

(Call ends.)

#wonderfulxstrange #twin peaks #mayo writes fic #lucy moran #phillip jeffries

[mayo-in-the-morning]

Well look at that we’re BACK with episode seven! Mayo in the Morning is a podcast all about Gallavich fic where we interview writers in the fandom, talk about tropes, the writing process, and give fic recs. In this episode we talk to Jane ( @captainjowl ) about her life in fandom, reading and writing, and being a fanfic detective. 

We don’t yet have a guest lined up for next episode so if you have suggestions or requests, send them in! 

Enjoy the episode loves, come and talk to us after you listen 😌

Notes for episode seven under the cut.

Hosts and Guest

Leigh // she/her // @thisdivorce // vitalspark

Howl // she/her // @howlinchickhowl // howlinchickhowl

Jane // she/her // @captainjowl // captain_jowl

Mayo In The Morning // asks

Current & Recent Fandom Events

Masquerade - Recently completed, read all the fics and check out the winners here! (Although with this one it feels like we're all winners)

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Gallavich Gift Exchange - ongoing, sign ups close 18th Feb. Find out more here.

Shameless Big Bang - Posting now! Schedule here.

Fanfictions mentioned

Almost There & let the bodies do the talkin' both by Jane

Two of your Earth Minutes by @the-rat-wins

Our Favourite Fics this month

Jane:

Maintenance by devovitsuasartes / Wishbone by fangirl on fire

Howl

Cold Feet by aeli_kindara / Miracle on Naperville Road by @whatthebodygraspsnot / Good Luck (Not Bad Luck) by @the-rat-wins

Leigh

Furlough by @loftec / That's the Way We Get By by @mytangledmind

#mayo in the morning #mitm #mitm episodes

[veroniquesboutique]

* ~~ Fic Masterlist ~~ *

Here's the list of all my writing, separated first by show/fandom then by character within that show.

*** indicates NSFW content

Jujutsu Kaisen (jjk)

Multi-Character Headcanons & One-Shots

i wanna hear you *** jjk men and how they sound in bed

Satoru Gojo

Anything You Do To My Floor, I'll Do To You *** Sub!Satoru Gojo x AFAB!Domme!Reader

Scrabble Is Eternal *** Poly!Satosugu x AFAB!Reader

If It's In A Threeway *** CuckBF!Satoru Gojo x Professor!Nanami Kento x AFAB!Reader

Losing Their Bet *** BestFriend!Satoru Gojo x AFAB!Reader

Shirley Temples and Steak Dinners Satoru Gojo x Nanami Kento

Nanami Kento

Playing Innocent *** Boyfriend!Nanami Kento x AFAB!Reader

If It's In A Threeway *** CuckBF!Satoru Gojo x Professor!Nanami Kento x AFAB!Reader

Bare Faced *** Fiancé!Nanami Kento x AFAB!Reader

Family Recipe *** Husband!Nanami Kento x AFAB!Reader

Shirley Temples and Steak Dinners Nanami Kento x Satoru Gojo

Sukuna Ryomen

Allegiance *** Sukuna Ryomen x AFAB!Reader (hate sex, part 1)

Double Crossed *** Sukuna Ryomen x AFAB!Reader (dumbification & dubcon, part 2)

You Have A Secret *** Sukuna Ryomen x AFAB!Reader (soft Sukuna, part 3)

Toji Fushiguro

The Shirt Off Your Back *** Roommate!Toji Fushiguro x AFAB!Reader

Boyfriend Material *** Boyfriend!Toji Fushiguro x AFAB!Reader

Suguru Geto

An Assistant's Schedule *** Boss!Cult Leader!Suguru Geto x Assistant!AFAB!Reader

All's Fair *** Suguru Geto x AFAB!Reader

Scrabble Is Eternal *** Poly!Satosugu x AFAB!Reader

Shooting Blanks *** Boyfriend!Suguru Geto x AFAB!Reader

Shoko Ieiri

In Your Dreams *** BestFriend!Shoko Ieiri x AFAB!Reader

Toge Inumaki

Tuna Mayo *** Boyfriend!Toge Inumaki x AFAB!Reader

Yuta Okkotsu

We Did The Monster Mash *** Stranger!Yuta Okkotsu x CursedSpirit!Rika Orimoto x AFAB!Reader

Naruto

Kakashi Hatake

The Night Shift *** ANBU!Kakashi Hatake x Prostitute!GN!Reader (part 1)

Hopefully, Just Like Normal *** ANBU!Kakashi Hatake x Prostitute!GN!Reader (part 2)

Shikamaru Nara

Commitment *** KindaBoyfriend!Shikamaru Nara x AFAB!Reader

Parent's Approval *** Stranger!BadBoy!Shikamaru Nara x Innocent!AFAB!Reader

Hashirama Senju

Untouched *** Star Crossed Lovers!Hashirama Senju x GN!Reader

Neji Hyuuga

A Brat On A Mission *** Team Leader!Neji Hyuuga x Shinobi!AFAB!Reader

Fruits Basket

Hatori Sohma

Lock & Key *** Boyfriend!Hatori Sohma x AFAB!Reader

Shigure Sohma

Best Friend's Dad *** Best Friend's Dad!Shigure Sohma x Virgin!AFAB!Reader

Free!

Rin Matsuoka

In The Deep End *** Ex!Rin Matsuoka x GN!Reader

For The Team *** Captain!Rin Matsuoka x Free Use!GN!Reader

Haikyuu!!

Koshi Sugawara

All Dressed Up With No Where To Go *** Boyfriend!Koshi Sugawara x AMAB!Reader

Asahi Azumane

Keeping Track *** Boyfriend!Asahi Azumane x AFAB!Reader

Given

Akihiko Kaji

Fantasize *** Ex!Akihiko Kaji x GN!Reader

Kuroko No Basket (KNB)

Aomine Daiki

Delaying Gratification *** Boyfriend!Aomine Daiki x AFAB!Reader

Benched *** Aomine Daiki x Haizaki Shogo x Kise Ryota

Kagami Taiga

The Stranger From The Bar *** Stranger!Professional Basketball Player!Kagami Taiga x AFAB!Reader

Study Break *** Virgin!Best Friend!Kagami Taiga x AFAB!Reader

Kise Ryota

Benched *** Kise Ryota x Haizaki Shogo x Aomine Daiki

Haizaki Shogo

Benched *** Haizaki Shogo x Kise Ryota x Aomine Daiki

Attack On Titan (aot)

Levi Ackerman

In Our Bedroom After The War Levi Ackerman x Erwin Smith

Erwin Smith

In Our Bedroom After The War Levi Ackerman x Erwin Smith

#cw sex mention #cw smut #fanfiction #veroniquesboutique #x reader #x you #smut #fem reader #female reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk smut #jjk x reader #naruto fanfiction #naruto #naruto smut #naruto anime #free! the final stroke #free! dive to the future #free iwatobi swim club #free! iwatobi swim club #free! anime #fruits basket #shigure sohma #hatori sohma #rin matsuoka #kuroko no basket #haikyu smut #haikyuu #haikyu x reader

[chronicbeans]

hi I saw your masterpost and was wondering if you could write Micah Yujin x reader who suffers from asthma?? I don’t know if requests are open and I’m so sorry if they aren’t, no pressure at all

Sure! I personally don't have asthma, so I'm sorry if these aren't necessarily the most accurate. Most of my research for these things comes from Mayo Clinic and the NIH. I also went to the ACAAI for this one. These will be headcanons because they weren't specified, but if you want a short fic you can ask!

TW: Asthma Attacks, Hacking, Invasion of Privacy/Stalking

Micah Yujin with a Reader who has Asthma:

• He's a smart man. I mean, he literally found your address by hacking into your personal information. So, the chances are, he probably knows that you have asthma. Not only that, but what type of asthma you have, any allergies you have, what medication you take... you get the gist. The only problem he may have is knowing what exactly your condition may cause.

• Yes, most everybody knows asthma can cause shortness of breath and asthma attacks, but not everybody really knows the less noticable symptoms, or what to do during an asthma attack. That's not going to stop him from trying his best to learn! He's pretty internet savvy, so he knows where to look. Though, those pesky research papers have a bunch of medical terms he doesn't understand... What the hell is an etiology, or a toxicokinetic? He's probably looking at papers that are high above his medical knowledge or reading level.

• When the two of you finally end up meeting face to face, he's absolutely ecstatic! He also tries his best to accommodate for you in certain scenarios. If the two of you decide to go on a hike or walk, he'll try to go slower for you so you don't overexert yourself. If your asthma is triggered by certain dusts or allergens, he'll be keeping a sharp eye out for them to steer you away from it. He may seem to be extremely overprotective and worried about it, and he really is! He wants to protect you, but he's also painfully aware that he can't really do so when it's a chronic illness...

• If you ever end up having an asthma attack with him nearby, his first step is to internally panic. Yes, he knows what to do, but he's also terrified that it might not work. However, he'll help you sit down, use your inhaler if you have one, and get you to a safe place. All while he's internally telling himself stupid jokes to keep himself calm, and telling you words of affirmation to keep you calm. As much as he'd love to tell you the jokes he thinks of, he doesn't want to make you laugh or frustrate you while you're having difficulties breathing. Humor tends to calm him down when upset, but he knows others might get angry and think he's not taking the situation seriously. He'll tell you them after your attack passes, and you've calmed down, if you want.

• Micah is going to let you cuddle one of his dinosaurs, afterwards. If you aren't allergic to cats, he'll also let you cuddle Skrunkly. If you are, though, he'll put her into a different room for you, and vacuum the room after she's out.

• He's the type to completely forget about your asthma until you actually have a problem. Not necessarily in the sense that he'd forget to avoid your triggers. No, he'll remember them, and help you avoid them. It's more like it is second nature to him, now, and he doesn't think of your asthma as being "asthma". It's almost like he's forgotten that not everyone has the "smaller" symptoms, like coughing or slight wheezing while laughing... And that may or may not be because you're one of the few people he actually talks to. So, any small symptoms are seen as just normal, then whenever you have bigger, more serious problems related to your asthma, he'll suddenly remember that "Oh, yeah, you have asthma- OH SHIT-!" and begin panicking, because said "more serious problems" that most likely will make him actively think about your asthma are probably asthma attacks or extreme coughing fits.

• He's probably going to have a miniature checklist written down on things to bring with him whenever he's going somewhere with you. He's already been bringing a mini first aid kit with him just because it's useful, but now he's bringing a separate kit with your emergency inhaler and any medications you might need to take in an emergency, as well as a thermos of a warm, caffeinated beverage to drink if you don't have or use an inhaler. He saw somewhere online that caffeinated, warm drinks can help open the airways a little bit, so it wouldn't hurt to try.

• He's going to obsessively check in on the latest news considering research regarding asthma. Any new, scientifically backed tips and tricks on how to help ease the symptoms will be relayed to you.

• Also, is your medication too expensive? How about he just pays for it! He'll find a way to get the money! He can hack into a few places to... "borrow" a few dollars for it. Or a few thousand... Or million... No price is too high for your comfort!

• If you couldn't tell, Micah probably will be a bit overly anxious, at first. However, once he calms down and actually gets used to living or being around someone who has asthma, he calms down. It's all second nature for him at some point, and he's no longer actively thinking about it. From then on, it's all just a regular relationship! Or, at least, as regular of a relationship as you can have with an obsessive hacker that is probably stalking you... It's to protect you, he promises.

#error 143 #micah yujin #error143 #Error 143 x Reader #micah yujin x reader

[callivich]

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[spicy-picklez]

I fucking adored your rainbow after a storm story, it was so beautifully written. Can I request Larissa Weems x pregnant fem nevermore teacher? Just a huge comfort fic really. Larissa bringing her 3am cravings, rubbing her belly when the baby's kicking, insisting reader always sits down or always lays down and reader refusing because she'd feel lazy if she did

Hey Anon!

I'm so glad you're liking the story. I'm just going through writer's block at the moment when it comes to Rainbow After A Storm. I feel like it's becoming rather repetitive and I'm not sure how I want the rest of the series to end. If anyone has any ideas, they're greatly appreciated. 😊

Absolutely loved writing this, I'm sorry its so short but my phone is threatening to die on me so I just want to get something posted before it does die.

-Picklez

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Rest up, Darling

Includes:

Soft Larissa, just a whole lot of fluff

Characters:

Pregnant!teacher!wife!reader x principal!wife!larissa

Summary:

Yet again, your unborn baby keeps you up at night and Larissa doesn't hesitate to make sure you're ok.

Word Count:

615

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A/N: And she's posted again, would you look at that? Trying to smash out as many requests as I can while I have the chance. But in all seriousness, if anyone has any ideas on how the Rainbow After A Storm series should end, please tell me because my writers block on that series is not good. 😂😶

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Everything hurts, your back has been carrying the strain of your unborn child for 8 months now. You've resigned to waddling through the Nevermore Halls, one hand on your belly as you do. Larissa has been telling you rather persistently now that you should be relaxing and to take it easy but you'd rather not, you love your job. Yes, the students can get on your nerves sometimes and yes, your days are long and there's many assignments to grade but the relationship you have with the students, you wouldn't change for the world. Besides, you read that the more exercise you do apparently makes labour quicker and sitting down all the time would hinder that.

Your wife's sleeping figure rises softly with each breath, strands of her blonde hair falling over her pale face. You can't sleep, it's become a frequent issue lately. Sitting up, you prop a pillow between your aching back and the bed's headboard before leaning back against it. Mindlessly scrolling through your phone, your stomach grumbles. When was the last time you ate? Swinging your legs to the side of the bed, the springs groan under your weight as you try not to wake your wife.

"Darling, how many times have I told you to sit down and rest?" Larissa's voice, deep with sleep, sounds from behind you as her soft hands reach across to sit you back down. "I know, I know. I just realised I didn't eat when I got back today and I'm hungry." You say quietly as she cups your cheek with her hand. In an instant, your wife is standing up, wrapping her dressing gown around her body. "I'll go get something love, you need rest. What do you feel like?" A reluctant sigh escapes you as you settle yourself back in bed. "I don't know, baby's telling me cucumber and mayo for some reason."

A tired smile pulls at her lips as you say this, shaking her head in disbelief. "Alright, stay here and I'll bring you some darling." She says before quickly exiting the room, coming in a few minutes later with a small bowl of mayo and thinly sliced cucumber. Gently placing her lips on yours, she hands you the bowl.

"Thank you baby… You know I'm perfectly capable of getting my own food." You say, leaning up against the headboard as she gently rubs your baby bump, peppering kisses over your belly. "I know sweetheart but you also haven't been sleeping well, you need all the rest you can get." She says pressing a kiss to your lips before leaning down to talk to your belly. "As for you little one, you need to stop bothering your beautiful mumma. She needs rest before you're born because god knows we won't get any when we finally meet you." She whispers fondly as a smile pulls at your lips at the sight.

Larissa has been nothing but amazing to you, especially throughout the pregnancy journey so far and you know that she'll be the best mum to your child. Placing the now empty bowl of food on your nightstand, you let yourself slide down under the blankets as Larissa wraps her arms around you, pulling your back flush with her front. Her hands gently rub your belly as you relax into her embrace, sighing contentedly. "I love you." You manage to mumble before exhaustion overtakes you, finally managing to get to sleep.

A soft chuckle escapes your wife as she brushes back the fallen hair from your face. Gently placing a kiss on your temple, she buries her head in the crook of your neck, still rubbing your belly. "I love you more."

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#woman x woman #larissa weems #larissa x reader #principal weems #nevermore #gwendoline christie #wednesday #pregnancy