#not cannon compliant

[bitchysunflower]

‘I’m at an acquaintance’s wedding and don’t really know anyone but my favorite song is playing and I’m bouncing on my feet ‘cuz I really wanna dance and you noticed and asked me thank you so much ily stranger’ AU

eddie is vibrating.

he decided to attend his coworkers’ wedding last minute and he didn’t know anyone there. nor gareth or jeff could call off work last minute – so here he is.

eddie was in the corner of the dance room, absolutely jumping out of his skin because of he song that just started playing. trying, and failing, to stay still so he doesn’t spill the champagne he is currently nursing.

he is, and will always be, a metal head. unfortunately no one is made of stone – he has a couple of guilty pleasure pop songs that he will take to the grave. he can imagine how much his friends would tease him if they were to find out that one of his ultimate favorite songs is “fame by irene cara”

he’s mad that song stormed its way into his brain and never left – and now he is incapable of sitting still whenever it plays. eddie wants to dance so bad but he is alone in a room full of strangers. he is so concentrated in fighting his internal battle that he doesn’t notice someone approaching him.

“hi there! i don’t think we’ve met?”

eddie comes back to reality and he cannot believe what he sees. the man in front of him is like all his wet dreams became true. strong features, a gorgeous head of hair, he is built like a greek god if the strain on his clothes is anything to go by, AND he is just slightly taller than him. eddie must have been gaping like a fish out of water because greek-god-on-earth tilts his head in the most adorable way. eddie’s brain is melting – but he’s able to stammer a sentence out.

“h-hi, sorry! sorry. you caught me a little off guard.”

“it’s ok, don’t worry about it. i was just walking by and saw you here all by yourself so I had to fix that.” said the greek-god guy with a smirk on his face. “the name is Steve, what’s yours?”

maybe coming to this wedding wasn’t eddie’s worst idea, he got a cute guy flirting with him.

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i’ve never had the courage to fully write anything but i was bored and did this! pls be kind :] not beta’d whatsoever so ignore spelling/grammar mistakes (english isn’t my first language)

#steddie #steddie au #meet cute #steddie meet cute #st fandom #steddie fandom #stranger things au #not cannon compliant

[wlntrsldler]

thinking non-canon luke thoughts because i just remembered the story of orpheus and eurydice and i had to take a breather

im thinking about how when luke was starting to have doubts about kronos’ plan; when he was slowly realizing that what the titan was planning was not going to fix everything the way he thought it would, kronos could feel luke slipping away.

im thinking about how it probably wouldn’t have been too late for luke to turn back and return to his friends, his family, and beg for their forgiveness, had he just not shown kronos his weakness, his achilles heel; but he did.

it was in a dream, it started out comforting, like it always did. luke was cleaning up after some of the younger campers in the hermes cabin. no matter how many times he told them to not leave their things on the floor and to throw away their snack wrappers, they wouldn’t listen. luke didn’t know why he wasted his breath reminding his siblings.

you were leaning against the door frame, a mischievous smile on your lips. “what’s up, cinderella?”

luke, startled, dropped the pile of dirty laundry he was holding. when he realized it was you, he rolled his eyes playfully, shaking his head, “i told you to stop calling me that.”

when you first called him cinderella, he was a little confused. the disney princesses all blurred into one entity in his mind. was she the one who ate the poisoned apple? the one who pricked her finger on the needle? there’s no way she was the mermaid, right?

when you returned the following summer, you managed to smuggle in a dvd of cinderella and one of those portable dvd players. the two of you watched it in secret while the rest of the campers were away at the bonfire.

at first, luke scoffed at the comparison, “how am i cinderella?”

“you always clean up after your siblings, silly,” you laughed.

he was still a little hurt by it, especially since he harbored a massive crush on you. why couldn’t you see him as a rugged prince or something? he thought maybe wishing that you saw him as a knight would be too cliche; but he accepted the kind-hearted pet name because it made you laugh. it was luke’s favorite sound.

the scene in his dream changed quickly after that. your mischievous smile turned into something more sinister as the darkness from outside trickled into the cabin. the pile of clothes he dropped on the floor disappeared and the floor began to crack, as if trying to swallow him whole. then the voice came.

luke knew that kronos knew about you then; how luke felt about you, how if there was anything that could stop him from joining, it would be you.

as the days went on, the pull to return back to camp was getting stronger. luke wanted to see you. he needed to see you. so he did.

behind the trees of your cabin, he stood there, watching you talk to your siblings. if he concentrated hard enough, his mind could replay the sound of your laughter. he was too far to actually hear it then, but he thought of it. he imagined it.

he even let out a silent chuckle when he thought about how badly you would tease him for spying on you like this; in another life, you’d catch him and joke about how he couldn’t get enough of you. in another life, maybe, he’d hear your laugh again. maybe he’d be the reason for it.

when kronos learned of luke’s escapade, the titan grew angry. the nightmares felt more personal after that. kronos seemed to know all of luke’s weak spots and threatened to act on them if luke disobeyed again.

there was one night that was particularly difficult. the titan was growing stronger and it was the first time luke couldn’t fight him off, the first time he felt himself losing control over his own body, his own mind. luke tried to wake up from his slumber, but it was no use.

kronos dangled a promise in front of him; a promise that if luke continued with the plan, a promise that if luke didn’t look back, kronos would leave you alone, that you’d survive. luke agreed to it. luke would do anything to save you.

but the pull was still there. kronos was right. luke wanted to leave, this he was sure of now, and the night he saw you just made it more difficult to follow through with the plan. he missed you.

in the final battle, luke was too weak to continue fighting. there was so much blood on his hands that he lost track of who he had hurt. he was tired. as he was about to succumb to his fate, he heard it.

“cinderella,” you called out. “hermes cabin is a mess. they need you back.”

luke was distracted by you. only you would be making jokes at a time like this. luke sent you a crooked smile and he received that mischievous smile of yours right back. he thought that it might morph into something evil, like it was one of his dreams, but it didn’t; it turned into something worse.

there was blood spilling out of your mouth. you froze in your spot before falling to your death.

“you looked back.” that voice.

he found enough strength then to do one last thing; with a rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins, luke stabbed himself in his mortal spot.

#luke castellan #luke castellan x yn #luke castellan x y/n #luke castellan x you #percy jackson fanfic #luke castellan fanfic #pjo fanfic #pjo tv show #pjo series #pjo #not canon #not cannon compliant #frances writes #late night rambles

[ancientgreek101]

Being in love with Henry Winter:

-He leaves the bedroom window halfway open all year around. You can feel the wind on your back at night.

-He is nervous to bring you to dinner at the twins at first, but relaxes when he realizes that you get on just fine.

-Speaks to you in Greek or Latin when he thinks/when you are asleep.

-Ancient Greek pet names and terms of endearment.

-He brings you breakfast in bed.

-Takes baths with you, and washes your hair as a show of love.

-If you smoke, he shares his cigarettes with you. He also will light yours for you instead of you doing it yourself.

-(If you aren’t already studying classics) Outright refuses to recommend you to Julian to join the classics department. Any mention of changing your major is met with immediate disapproval. (He doesn’t want you to become like him.)

-Gives you his jacket even when it’s just slightly windy.

#the secret history #henry winter #henry marchbanks winter #tsh donna tartt #headcannons #not cannon compliant #not cannon #self indulgent #self indulgent romance

[angel-kyo]

Untitled

Warnings: This started as something sweet, but turned into pain at the end. No proof-reading.

Also, in my mind, Shibuya and such? Did not happen.

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Twelve...

Meeting you hurt him, quite literally. You were running at full speed, probably with no destination in mind and pushed him with enough strength to make you both end up on the ground. Your mother apologized profusely to his caretaker. Both of you were only five.

And you decided to befriend him. That must have been the beginning of it.

Eleven...

"I don't want to be your friend anymore!", you were running away again because he had spilled orange juice over your new dress, the one you father had brought from abroad for your seventh birthday. "Apologize!", you cried.

"You're a crybaby, [name]."

Unlike other afternoons, you left his home early that day. He never told you, but he cried after you left.

He apologized the next day.

Ten...

You were moving to the other side of the country and he was going to turn ten years old in a couple days, so you gave him a ring, both as a birthday and a goodbye gift.

"Don't lose it, okay?"

It was too big for any of his fingers, so he enclosed it in his hand and saw you get in the car.

Nine...

His letters had made you think he hadn't changed much, but his voiced sounded a bit different now and you wondered if it was just because some people sounded different on the phone.

"Satoru, you should come for Christmas. It will be fun. My aunt is okay with it too."

You had invited him every year since you had left, three in a row now, but he had never been able to go, not even once.

"Next year, I promise."

Eight...

"[Name]?"

He splashed water on your face when you turned to him and you pushed him away.

"You are the worst. It's cold!"

It was New Year's Eve and he had fulfilled his promise. You had gone to the shore with your new friends and him, who had come all the way from Tokyo to visit for the holidays.

The sun was setting down when you suddenly spoke. "Satoru?"

"What?"

"I will go back to Tokyo next year. I... I want to go to Jujutsu Tech."

He did not say anything. Maybe he had assumed you would prefer living a normal life. It looked like he was wrong.

"Then we will go together", he smiled widely and you returned his smile. That settled it.

Seven...

"You were my friend first, you should agree with me!", he was almost pouting.

"I just think Geto is right. What is the point of being strong if you cannot protect the weak?", you looked at him and added smirking , "Stop pouting. You are a crybaby, Satoru."

He rolled his eyes. His friends were too righteous.

Six...

He heard your steps but could not bring himself to lift his head and just said "Please don't ask me why too."

"I was not going to", You sat next to him. "I know why", you placed a hand on his shoulder, "and I would have let him go too."

Satoru's eyes were closed. If he had opened them, maybe you would have seen they were full of tears.

Five...

You sat down in front of him and sighed. "He's finally asleep."

He looked at you. "How did you do it?"

"It was just a stomachache. He should be fine after taking some medicine."

It was his turn to sigh this time. "Thanks for coming over. When Tsumiki called, I didn't know what to do..."

"I checked the fridge and there wasn't much in there anyway. If you are going to take care of them, you should make sure they have some actual food around."

"Let's go grocery shopping tomorrow, hm?" He smiled.

You were not twenty yet and knew very little about kids, but still you returned his smile and agreed.

"I knew you would find a way to drag me into this."

Four...

"Here you are", Satoru looked down at where you were siting. You were cross legged, resting your back against a tree.

"He liked this cherry tree, it made him hopeful," you said, "'When the seasons change and all is nice to have something that stays', that's what he said."

"Do you want some company?"

You gave him an almost invisible nod and he sat down.

"Do you think Nanami is thinking of him too?"

Truth was he had not heard of Nanami in a while, but he nodded. It was impossible he wasn't thinking of him on the anniversary of his friend's death.

Three...

"[Name], I...", he was at a loss for words, but his expression must have told you something else.

You shook your head. "Don't. Just forget it, okay? I don't know why I said that. I don't expect you to feel the same," you forced a laugh and turned around, "I'm sorry..."

He suddenly felt too conscious of the ring on his pinky finger, the same you had given him for his tenth birthday.

He should have said something.

Two...

You rushed to him as soon as the news reached you. He was leaning against the wall right outside of the infirmary.

"Satoru...", you were panting. He knew you had run there.

His eyes were the saddest you had seen them.

When he told you he did not want to dispose of the body of his best friend, you only embraced him.

One...

It was Shoko the one who called him.

"Her wounds... I can't do more for her, Gojo. I thought you would want to see her in case she..."

He did not let her finish that sentence. "I'll be right there."

He made it just on time. Just on time to take it all back, to tell you he felt the same way, that he had not said anything because he needed you to wait for him to reset the world, but there was no point in waiting anymore, and if you wanted to curse him with love, he would be happy to let you do so.

Happy new year!

He was back on the shore where you had spent the New Year over a decade ago.

He had slipped his ring on your finger before you whispered your last words and he accepted them as a vow, but Shoko had returned it to him, and he now carried it around his neck.

Loving you had hurt him, but he would accept the end of it.

"We will meet in the new world."

#jujutsu kaisen #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #jjk drabbles #jjk fanfic #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #jjk #character death #not cannon compliant #fanfic #gojo fanfic #childhood friends #drabble

[captain-lessship]

Bonding Over Dislike: Revali x Reader (Pt. 1)

You couldn’t help the glare in your face every time you saw Link and Zelda leaving the castle. You had been trained since birth and had a long bloodline of knights yet the short hylian was assigned to her. 

Call it jealousy but you were quick to denounce every fault and mistake he made. 

Which is what you were doing currently. 

“Come on! Fight!” You shouted, twisting your spear into his wooden shield and ripping it from him. Your piercing eyes burned through him.

“You have trained. And yet, every time, you manage to fumble.” You sneered haughtily with despite the fact you were about to double over with exhaustion.

“It is your job to protect the royal family. I know of the pride you should take in this duty. But I do not see it in you.” You lowered your hand to Link, lifting him slightly before shoving him back down. “And I do not think I ever will.” 

You were training late at night, many broken and dull spears laid scattered about. You hit the dummies with all the rage you had, regret of your treatment of Link building. But then a voice rang out from your soul, justifying your behavior.

“Excuse me,” you heard a familiar voice call. 

You turned and bowed, “Princess Zelda, what can I do for you?”

“Why do you dislike Link?” 

You were surprised as you rose to meet her eyes, “I’m afra-“

“He looks… sad when people mention you. I am sorry if I am wrong in my assumption but do you not like him?” 

You thought, “It’s- Well, I don’t mean to come off as… insulting with what I am about to say but,” you looked at her. Seeing a friend now, not the princess, “I know I could do a better job but of course, divine intervention denied me the chance. It is not personal, as a matter of fact, if he wasn’t what I was born to be, he and I would be friends.” 

The silence was long. You felt the sweat drip from your forehead, you wiped it away, gaze still fixed on Zelda. You saw a glimmer appear in her eyes.

She nodded, “I understand to an extent. I would like you to accompany me tomorrow, I believe you have been to the Rito Village before. There is someone I would like you to meet.” You had when you accompanied your father to gift a bow to their leader in a move to make a sort of peace alliance. 

“Link will also come. I hope you two will bond and will come to be a semblance of friends because there is nothing I can really do.” 

You lamented, “As you wish.” 

It was cold, your breath steamed from you as your horse trudged on. Eyes flickering around as  you heard the creaking trees. Sharp eyes darting to Link, adorned in his royal armor. 

Suddenly, a whir of air caught your hair, instantly you pulled your spear out, ready to defend. But what you saw was oddly interesting. 

A Rito was flying only a few meters above you, headed forward and slowing. He made the landing perfectly. 

“Princess Zelda, to what do I-“ his eyes landed on you. The way you held yourself caught his eye. Straight posture and a proud aura. “Owe the pleasure.” 

“I have a very important favor to ask, Revali. I completely understand if you decline.”

“What is it?” 

“I want you to train them,” she pointed to you, “with a bow.”

Slightly offended you scoffed, “I do not need a bow.” She had been trying to get you to master archery for years. “I have mastered two other weapons.” 

Revali laughed, “Just say you know you aren’t capable of learning it. It is a art form.” 

You shot him a icy look, “Archery is for cowards.” 

“And a sword on a stick isn’t?” He snapped.

“Quiet you two,” Zelda shouted, “You two are some of the most talented individuals I know. That is why I suggested this. We can only improve with each other.”

You groaned as you got off your horse, “Well?” You looked at Revali. 

“She wouldn’t ask me to teach just anyone.” He said, “However, I will keep somethings secret.” 

“So it’s settled! I expect to see improvement. In you both.” 

While heading to the castle, Zelda cheerfully hummed to herself, which caught Link’s attention. He quickly signed to ask what was funny.

“Oh it isn’t funny. I just have a… feeling that this will be very interesting.”

#fanfic writing #fanfic #legend of zelda #loz fanfic #loz botw #loz breath of the wild #legend of zelda botw #breath of the wild #revali x reader #revali x gn!reader #Eventual Romance #not cannon compliant #gender neutral terms #gender neutral reader #Knight!reader #revali #botw #zelda #link loz #zelda fandom #zelda botw #link botw #rivals to lovers #series post #fanfic series

[z-socks]

He Soars

*banging my fists, chanting: winged Clones winged Clones winged Clones Crosshair-centric, some mild body horror when discussing Echo because Techno Union. Also the Empire being assholes. Season 2 spoilers (The Outpost).

Crosshair had always hated his wings. They were large, dark, laborious things, with rough feathers that had cut him more than once until he learned to keep them away from his body. The copious, smothering down choked him in the night, suffocating him with heat and irritating fuzz down the back of his throat. 

The Regs all had the same wings: something akin to the shriek hawks of their Template’s home. They were shiny, patterned in golden hues like the Clones’ eyes and shaped and sized to be useful in battle. 

Clone Force 99 did not have the wings of the Regs. Hunter's were slim and cut, rounded with specialized feathers that made his approaches from the air lethally silent. Tech's were scooped and agile, designed for soaring and diving sharply while in flight. Wrecker’s were the only wings comparable to Crosshair's in size. But they were pure white with imposing flight feathers and capable of being beat with deadly force. 

Crosshair's wings were useless. 

A sniper with wings impossible to hide was not a very useful asset. So he learned early on how to make them work for him. He learned to stick to shadows and use them to hide, to lash out a wing and cut down a droid, to let his brothers crush his suffocating down by curling against him when the endless stretches of space got cold. 

And then came Kaller and the order and the girl. 

His brothers left. 

The Empire deemed the Clones’ wings an annoyance. Their size was hard and expensive to accommodate for in their standardized barracks. Their down clogged the life support filters. And their feathers’ rustling impeded on the other troopers’ sleep. 

A suggestion to have them removed was met with a counterpoint. Why spend the money on surgery? Just remove the Clones. 

Cross watched Regs disappear from the ranks. His eyes catching the way their wings sagged, unstretched and unflown, atrophying in the grip of the new Empire. His own wings felt heavier these days, causing him to haunch over from their weight. 

He was one of six Clones sent to Barton-IV to retrieve a shipment that had been held there. His squad ran into his wings on purpose, complaining under their breath about having no room on the transport and how he should be with the other beasts. 

Cross shrugged it off. 

It was far from the first time he’d been likened to a monster. 

Clone Commander Mayday’s wings were the second worst pair Crosshair had ever seen, only beat out by Echo’s when they’d rescued him from Anaxes: nearly bald, half blown off, and bent wrong from being stuffed into a stasis chamber with no room for them. The smell of decaying feathers had emanated from the corporal. And Mayday and his brothers had the same stench. 

Their feathers were molting, ragged as they clung on by sickly quills. Strips of fabric like that on their armor were looped and tied to fill in the bare spots. Even their color looked faded but Cross wasn’t sure if that had more to do with the dim light provided by the coilheater. 

“What’s your name?” he asked Crosshair, the first person in too many cycles to do so. Cross hesitated. But this was a dead man walking, giving him a name that would likely die on his tongue within a tenday was harmless enough. 

“Crosshair.” 

The Reg nodded. “Follow me.” 

They inspected their meager equipment. Mayday showed him all that was broken. 

A large shadow passed overhead. The call of a monstrous bird. 

“Ice vulture,” Mayday informed, eyeing Crosshair. “Vicious creatures. But you have to admire them. They find a way to survive.” 

Then came the raid. Their hunt. The ice cave. 

“No sense carrying dead weight.” 

Mayday hummed. “'Less you need to to survive.” 

Crosshair shot him a puzzled look. 

“Them vultures carry dead weight all the time.” He shrugged. "Gotta eat."

The mine. The raiders. The avalanche. 

“Mayday.” His voice nearly broke as he dug the commander out of the snow. He’d lost more feathers in the onslaught, fresh skin exposed and bleeding on the patches left behind. 

The climb was excruciating. The wind sliced through them. 

When they finally found enough of an outcropping to shelter behind, Cross folded his wings around them, for once, grateful for the excessive down. The rough feathers kept the snow and ice from building up. Their size big enough to protect them both from the blistering winds. 

“I remember you, you know,” Mayday whispered against his neck. “The clone with the big black wings.” He huffed a choked off laugh. “Mean little thing. But I knew better. I’d seen you fly.”

A memory came forward, fuzzy, hazy in the whiteout snow. The training room on Kamino had been tall enough to allow them to practice aerial maneuvers. Crosshair’s monstrous wings had never fit in the crowded space with the Regs. But late at night, he’d sneak out to fly.

“The command cadet.” 

He remembered now, getting caught one night by an older cadet in red. But the cadet had let him off easy, saying lightly that it was past bedtime. Cross had waited to be punished for sneaking out. But the CC cadet had merely left the training room to continue his assigned patrols. 

“Bet you’d never dream this be how you found out ya belong here,” Mayday murmured, huddled in close to Crosshair, buried deep into the soft down of his wings. 

Cross quietly inquired what he meant but Mayday had lost consciousness once more. 

The storm stopped with the sunrise. An Ice Vulture circled overhead.

The climb was no less difficult. And Mayday’s exhaustion meant Cross was walking for them both. He used his wings, flapping them to help propel their steps. 

It felt… good. Like he was made for this.

His wings had room, could stretch fully. The wind ran through his down and along his sharp flight feathers. It caught them occasionally, beckoned them to fly. 

They reached the outpost. They collapsed and Crosshair begged for help. 

The Lieutenant refused. 

Mayday was going to die. 

The shot. The chaos that followed. 

But he was made for this. 

He took out some of the troopers and command first, single shots. He was a sniper after all, even from the ground instead of in his nest. The Clones charged him and he switched it to stun. 

Good soldiers follow orders. He had. Mayday had. They had. And they were still considered dead weight. 

A stolen shuttle, Mayday hastily loaded in the back, the rest of the scattered imperials on their tail. 

But he was made for this. 

A sharp dive like that of scooped agile wings. A silent approach from behind like that of specialized feathers. A shot to their flank, percussive like beating pure white wings. 

They fell from the sky. 

He soared. 

#star wars #the bad batch #tbb #tbb crosshair #bad batch crosshair #mayday #commander mayday #winged clones #not cannon compliant #canon divergence

[slicesofapple]

Nobody realizes Bakugou can't actually get up, that he's too hurt, that he can't move, can't even talk - no one except Shouto.

Because Shouto's the one who's already running over, his eyes wide with fear as he gathers Bakuguo into his arms, lifts him up as though he weighs nothing, and carries him to safety.

#bakutodo #todobaku #bnha #not cannon compliant

[jessicarosem]

Chapter four isn’t posted yet but I just want to say that I have Astarion down.

#anyways chapter 3 is up #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #astarion #shadowheart #wyll ravengard #gale dekarios #not cannon compliant

[esppresso-deppresso]

Percy: I swear to god, Nico, if I could, I would, but no-

Nico: I'm just asking you to take me to McDonalds! It's not hard!

Percy: Nico, it's 2:49 in the morning no-

Nico: PERCY PLEAS-

Percy: I WON'T HESITATE TO HIT A GAY-!

Nico: BITCH!

#nico di angelo #percy jackson #pjo incorrect quotes #incorrect quote #they're friends your honor #not cannon compliant #this has lived in my quote book for months #this was my brother and i lmao #percy can be bi here #i love them so much

[linoisacutebean]

I want the whole group to go on a big date together (Rays idea because he wants his friends back. He even invites Top). Cheum doesn't know what going on when Ray shows up with Sand holding hands being all cute and couple-y. She realises in this moment how bad of a friend she has been to Ray.

Ray and Mew just casually go over to each other and hug like they never dated.

Bostonnick haven't quite sorted their stuff out yet so Boston is gazing lovingly at Nick without either of them realising but everyone else does.

Top and Sand stare at eachother for a second then start talking. This is the moment everyone realises they used to be close friends.

Nick makes a comment about how Sand is a good kisser, Top hums and agrees before he can stop himself. Everyone stops and stares. Boston and Ray get jealous. Nick and Sand start laughing about the kiss like they do every time they think of it. Nick is the only one who knows about Top and Sands past. This is the moment Boeing pops up and asks if they are talking about how good Sand and Top are in bed.

Before anyone can say anything Top snaps at Boeing to go away being very protective of Sand. Top says "we wouldn't have done what we did if you hadn't manipulated us to".

At this point Ray has had enough he tells Boeing to get out. Boeing leaves but not without one more comment "you won't have to worry about being bored with sand ray he's pretty much up for anything even having a threesome with his best friend"

Before anyone can blink Boeing is on the floor with a red mark on his face. Who was it that punched him? Nick.

Boeing gets escorted out. That was hot Boston mutters. Unlucky for him everyone hears it.

Top and Sand explain that Boeing manipulated them into having a threesome which ultimately ruined their friendship.

They get forced into a group hug and drunken shenanigans proceed.

Throughout the night Boston and Nick get closer at the end of the night everyone is too drunk to drive home so they walk to the hostel.

However there is one person sober making sure all his friends make it home safe. Who is the sober one? Ray.

Mew and Top go to their room, Cheum and April go to their room, Ray takes Sand to their room after checking Nick will be okay, Boston and Nick go up to their room.

They wake up the next morning hungover cuddling realising that that's the first time they were in a bed together and didn't have sex.

#only friends the series #ofts #not cannon compliant #probably #but i want it to happen

[sandwitchstories]

Hello everyone! This is my first time writing a Y/N fic and my first posted fic for Demon Slayer. I do have several more parts planned for this but not sure when I will get them posted. I hope you enjoy it! Shares, likes and comments are always welcome!

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Anime) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Shinazugawa Sanemi/Reader Characters: Shinazugawa Sanemi, Reader, Kochou Shinobu, Himejima Gyoumei, Ubuyashiki Kagaya, Ubuyashiki Amane, Uzui Tengen, Kanroji Mitsuri, Iguro Obanai, Rengoku Kyoujurou Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, Shinazugawa Sanemi is Bad at Feelings, Protective Shinazugawa Sanemi, Reader is AFAB - Freeform, Gyomei is a good friend, these are not in order, Not Canon Compliant, Kyojuro Rengoku lives, Unplanned Pregnancy, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Dirty Talk, Sanemi has a filthy mouth, reader loves it, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Smut, Doggy Style, Creampie, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, Shinazugawa Sanemi Swears, Shinazugawa Sanemi Needs a Hug, Unconventional Proposal Summary:

Y/N is the Poison Hashira. After a few romantic nights with the Wind Hashira, Sanemi Shinazugawa Y/N discovers she is pregnant. This is the story of Y/N and Sanemi Shinazugawa learning how to love freely and over come their pasts to build a brighter future together. It won't be easy. But it will be worth it... right?

#sanemi x reader #sanemi shinazugawa smut #sanemi shinazugawa #shinazugawa sanemi #shinazugawa x reader #kny x reader #unplanned pregnancy #afab reader #demon slayer fanfic #demon slayer smut #not cannon compliant #kyojuro rengoku lives because i said so

[forestgolem]

I just had an idea. What happened if Jason Todd didn't go to Ethiopia to find his birth mother and was subsequently killed, Jason instead talked it out with Bruce and made up with Dick. He then decided that he didn't need his birth mother because he already had a family. So after that, he decides that once he was old enough to become his own hero, he would pass on the title of Robin, which both Dick and Bruce agreed to. So he instead decides that since the mantles name was Robin, why not continue with the bird theme.

So Jason becomes Woodpecker (because you can not tell me that Jason would not use guns anyways and people have mistaken Woodpeckers for the sound of guns), and Dick decides that he likes the bird theme so he goes as Bluejay. So when Tim comes in and becomes Robin and then gives up the mantle to Damien, he becomes Cardinal.

Thanks for coming to my Ted talk 😊

#dcu #dcu comics #not cannon compliant #jason todd #bruce wayne #batfam #the dove is alive and thriving #Jason todd is not red hood #birds

[spnfic85]

TEASER: First Comes Love... (Ch. 6)

An excerpt for the lovely @slytherinqueen4life

I shall hopefully have a rough draft complete by tonight if my sweet kitty will get off my arm xD

Chapter 6

            Your phone pinged almost immediately as Tony simply texted your name. You bit your lip and kissed Thor on the cheek before the pair of you decided to duck out of the bookstore and retreat to the parked car left in front of the café. Thor chuckled a bit at you as you ducked your head, hiding away your face as a photographer asked for your name. Although your partner was used to the attention, it made your face flush to be bombarded with questions as you slipped into the shadow and safety of the passenger seat while Thor gently closed your door with a wink.  

He smiled politely at the few who were eager to get information and murmured an apology and need to get somewhere before slipping into the driver’s seat and starting the engine. Your phone buzzed again, and you looked at your screen to see a tabloid link in the team’s group chat.

     Shellhead: Thor. Y/N. Do I need to be worried?      Nat: Are you guys ok??      Shellhead: I thought you were taking her to lunch Thor, not notifying the world you were expecting children.      Jolly Green: Bringing anything back?      Nat: They’re allowed to, Tony.      Petah: Bring leftovers!!! I’ve been here training with Mr. Stark all day Dx      Y/N: We are okay… Leaving out now.      Nat: They’re a lot huh? I hated going out for a long time because of the photos.      Jolly Green: I thought you stayed out of sight out of habit… Once a spy, always a spy.       Nat: Shaddup Bruce.       Petah: 007 connections...       Shellhead: What?

#plus sized reader #thor #thor x plus size reader #thor x reader #pregnant reader #fluff #x reader #female reader #avengers #marvel #marvel mcu #not cannon compliant #teaser #I'm sorry it's so short

[ancientgreek101]

Winterbunny Headcannons

-Henry taught Bunny to waltz. Although Bunny said it was stupid, he actually really enjoyed it.

-Bunny tried really hard to get Henry back on good terms with Judy and his other friends.

-Henry, despite his distaste for technology, would talk Bunny to the drive-in movies. They’d sit in the backseat, and Bunny always fell asleep before the movie was over.

-Bunny had a few of Henry’s sweaters in his closet at pretty much all times.

-And he’d left enough clothing at Henry’s house to make three new outfits at any given point.

-Bunny cried when Henry moved off campus. He did the whole “but you can’t go!” thing. He almost won Henry over with it too.

-After Henry moved, Bunny started staying with him nearly every night. This ended shortly before the fall.

-The night before the murder, Henry and Bunny had made up about Rome and everything else. They slept in the same bed that night.

-Marion was not a cover girlfriend at all, and was probably aware of Henry and Bunny’s relationship.

#the secret history #tsh donna tartt #bunny corcoran #henry winter #henry winter x bunny corcoran #not cannon #not cannon compliant #self indulgent romance #winterbunny

[chasingastar]

Saving Unicorns

Title: Saving Unicorns at AO3 Author: Mapplegreen Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Harry Potter Rating: Explicit Word Count: 78,586 Summary: Harry returns to Hogwarts for his third year of teaching Defence against the Dark Arts after splitting up with Ginny and hopes having Teddy there as a first year will distract him from his own mess of a life. Draco returns to Hogwarts as the new potion's teacher after years of living away from Great Britain and hopes that there's still a place for him in the castle, despite his tumultuous past. They both are disappointed but still get so much more than they were hoping for. A tale about self-discovery, honesty and pots and pans but never about saving unicorns. My notes: I have to confess, I am absolutely smitten with this incredible story that I stumbled upon at the beginning of the year.

This gem has captured my heart since the beginning of the year. It beautifully explores Harry's journey of self-discovery and the unconditional support he receives from none other than Draco Malfoy himself.

Draco, the trustworthy professor who becomes a confidant for his students, provides the kind of guidance and understanding we all wish for. He's just amazing! The way he embraces his role as a mentor and offers invaluable advice is truly remarkable.

I can't help but fall head over heels for this heartwarming tale, and I'm sure you will too! So, if you're in the mood for a delightful story that combines friendship, personal growth, and a sprinkle of magic, I highly recommend checking it out. Trust me, you won't be able to put it down.

#drarry #drarry recs #harry x draco #genre: romance #enemies to friends to lovers #genre: fluff #not cannon compliant #professor draco #professor harry #draco malfoy #teddy lupin #harry potter

[romanovisgay]

Blackhill Headcannon #7 (?)

spoilers for secret invasion

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When Natasha finally gets to see Maria in the afterlife, the first thing she does is hug her close because she couldn't stand being away from Maria for so long. The second thing Natasha does is slap Maria on the shoulder for being so reckless, in Russia of all places.

#black widow movie #marvel #natasha romonova #natasha romanoff #blackhill #avengers #black widow #marvel cinematic universe #maria hill #not cannon compliant #i am a lesbian #natasha marvel #natasha is gay #maria is gay #crying #why did marvel kill them both #it was literally so unwaranted