#this was the fic I was almost done with when I accidentally deleted all of my WIPs so it was basically written twice back to back LOL

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hi! I saw ur post abt accidentally deleting reqs and was scared since mine wasn’t answered yet (im not complaining bc ur other work is so so delicious to read 😍) anyways here it is. Ok imagine Miguel ohara being the heir to the mafia ‘throne(?)’ ima be so fr idk what they call it 💀 anyways and he’s in an arranged marriage w/ a girl from a diff mafia family as a way to make peace between the two families, except neither he or the girl are happy abt it. Enemies to lovers would just be majestic for the plot in my opinion 🤭. Anywaysssss thank u sm and remember to drink water 🫶🏻

Art by: Kimmy_art0912 Pairing: Mob Boss Miguel x Wife reader Warnings: Mentions of blood, very mild violence, no use of y/n Summary: You and Miguel come from different mafia families, forced to be married in order to form an alliance as threat from an outside. However, you and Miguel can only tolerate each other, at best. A/N: I swear I scratched and rewrote this like five different times.I am sorry it took so long. I am slowly making my way back into writing. I do thank anon and everyone else for their patience as I slowly make my way back to life and I will be writing more Miguel fics soon. I may do a part two to this, depending on interest recieved. I have been getting into mafia books so I am going to be looking into those for inspo if I do make more parts to this. Also, very very light editing was done. Word Count: 4.6k

Your family and the O’Hara’s have been enemies since your ancestors set foot into this country. Both immigrating from nothing but the clothes on their backs and pennies to their name. 

Your family started working in the food industry. Working in restaurants, bakeries, etc. Anything that had to do with food. Seven days a week. Working from twelve to fourteen hour shifts just to make ends meet. Your great great grandfather worked at the local deli as well as a restaurant. When he wasn’t cutting up meat, he was in the kitchen making food. Your great great grandmother worked at the neighborhood bakery as well as the tailors. Her dream was to make clothes- dresses. She wanted to be a fashion designer. She started taking classes at the local college once they saved up enough money to invest in her studies. 

Eventually, with their hard work and sacrifices, their dreams came true. Your family soon owned several restaurants as well as luxury boutiques. Everyone did their part in keeping the family businesses growing and going. 

At first, it was all simply honest work. Your family stayed humble and grateful for their dedication. Then, with your great grandfather, things took a slight turn. He wanted to expand and turn into construction. Nueva York continued to go and grow, with more people coming to try to make a living and a name for themselves. And in that mix, people with bad intentions also tagged along. The family businesses were in jeopardy of being taken over or shut down completely by these power-hungry thugs. He did not want that. So, he and the rest of the family banded together and began hiring people who would be willing to work for them and protect them, whether they were military vets, criminals, or even cops. Anyone who was willing to protect the family. 

Allyship with other mafia families also aided in the growth and protection. However, there was one family that yours always butted heads with. 

The O’Haras. They immigrated from Ireland around the same time your great great grandparents did. They built their own businesses, casinos, hotels, and clubs- and wanted their own power and a spot with the elites of the criminal world. 

At first, things were neutral between the two families. At one point, the two families were almost allies. However, one night, there was commotion going on at one of the O’Hara nightclubs. Members of your family got into a tussle with the O’Hara group and ended up being a blood bath, with both sides losing men. 

Ever since then, things were tense, and the bloodshed continued to grow as oppositions rose. 

No one really knew what it was that started the feud that night. Some suspected it had been over a woman. Others thought it was simply because some members were drunk and careless words were exchanged.

Either way, the rivalry continued on. Until a new threat entered the city. And there was no choice but to come together. 

—

It’s been six months since you moved into his house. Six months since you lost your freedom. Six months since you got married. To Miguel O’Hara. 

It all happened in an instant. First, you were out abroad, having recently gotten your first major job as a fashion designer in a luxury clothing company, wanting to be as successful as your great great grandmother, and now you were out on a little vacation to celebrate, when you received a call from your father, ordering you to come back home. 

You should’ve relished that Mediterranean breeze as long as you could, because once you got on that flight back home, your world was about to be flipped on its head. 

“I’m sorry…WHAT?!” You screeched at your father, you only looked at you with his calm, cool, distant, expression as he inhaled into his cigar.

“You’re getting married to Miguel O’Hara,” he repeated. 

“I heard what you said! But, why?!”

“The O’Haras had agreed to a truce. Kingpin is gaining on both of our families. We are losing men and traction left and right. We agreed by aligning our families together, we will gain strength in numbers and influence.”

“And you are shipping me off into an arranged marriage! This isn’t the medieval age or whatever! 

Plus, with Miguel?! At least have me marry Gabriel. He’s not an asshole like his brother.”

“Miguel is to become head of the O’Hara family as he is the first born. Plus, his determination has been promising.”

You let out a groan. You could not believe this was happening. You never wanted to get sucked into this life. That’s why you went off to college. To try to get away and make a life of your own. Your efforts were proven to be futile as you felt the rug be pulled from under you and you were being dragged along with it to the same life you were trying to escape. 

Your father’s eyes softened. A hint of sorrow filled them. 

“I know, sweetheart. This isn’t what I was hoping for you, either. But, it is the only way. We are running out of options. I am sure Miguel will take care of you, and you will be able to fulfill your dream of following your great great grandmother’s footsteps. I am sure she would be proud to have someone actively expanding her fashion legacy..”

You still shook your head. It was just too much for you to take in. Plus, wasn’t Miguel in a relationship with someone? Xina? No..they broke up months ago. That’s right. But, wait..he was seeing someone else? Ugh. The guy has a new girlfriend every other day.

Besides, you two did have a thing going on in the past. It wasn’t serious. Mainly the occasional hookups. You two were of rivaling families, after all. You both did have your reasons for disliking each other. So, the sex was pretty much hate sex? If that made sense. It wasn’t out of passion. Unless you could call hatred a passion.

Never did you think you’d actually be getting married to him. 

After the news broke out that you and Miguel were to be wedded, everything went by in such a blur. Preparations for the wedding. The actual wedding. The honeymoon- which was hardly a honeymoon because neither of you actually spent any time together. It was just too awkward, and you knew that he wasn’t happy with this arrangement as much as you were. 

When you first moved into his house, you wanted to sleep in a separate room from him, and he agreed. However, when both of your parents found out about this, they were all livid. 

“How will you two get to know each other more and become intimate with each other if you are sleeping in separate beds?” Your mom cried one day when she came to visit you. You assured her there would be other situations where you and your husband would bond. Public situations where you’d be surrounded by other people and talking to those people rather than each other. 

You two simply avoided each other as much as possible. And during the times when you two were together, your company was either met with silence or bickering. And sometimes even being at each other’s throats. 

He would call you names like ‘immature’ ‘wild’ ‘rowdy’ and so on, simply because you refused to listen to him whenever he demanded something from you. 

You’d retaliate and tell him that he was controlling and a perfectionist. Because well, he was. He had to have things done a certain way or it would ensue chaos. And while he was right about you being a little more rowdy and wild, it was simply because you had the luxury of growing somewhat more normal. Your parents did not drill the life of the mafia into your head the same way it was drilled into Miguel’s. Which is why you both clashed when trying to communicate with each other. 

Right now, you were at home in the library. You spend a lot of time there, and while Miguel’s taste in reading wasn’t usually to your taste, you’d sometimes find yourself reading some of the novels that he was currently reading, as well as reading some that you’ve been purchasing and adding to the collection. 

Which reminded you, you had to head over to the mall and purchase the next book of a spicy romance series you’d been reading. As well as look for an outfit to wear at the next charity event you and Miguel would be attending. 

One of the few things you liked about Miguel was that he was very generous and active in the community, helping those less fortunate.

Placing the book down, you rubbed your bag and keys and decided to head out for a bit. Saying goodbye to the house staff as you walked past them, you made your way to the garage, which housed Miguel’s collection of cars, ranging from vintage to sporty and modern to big black suvs that you’d use whenever a bodyguard was transporting you somewhere, like parties. You never understood why someone needed so many cars but, whatever, as long as it wasn’t your money being spent. 

You made your way over to your car, glad that you were able to bring it with you when you got married. It was your baby. One of the few things you were able to bring with you. 

Glancing over at the clock on the dashboard, you bit your bottom lip. You should have enough time to purchase some books before heading off to your parents for a bit. You did promise them you would show up. They were planning lunch for you. It was your birthday today, after all. 

—

Miguel stood in front of the battered man that kneeled before him, hearing the groaning of pain coming from their mouth as blood pooled around the cement floor. 

Miguel’s knuckles were bleeding. But, it wasn’t his own blood, but the blood of the poor bastard that withered before him. Miguel didn’t like to use violence. He thought it was a primitive way of negotiating with his enemies. However, there were times when a little violence was necessary to get his point across. And to send a message. 

Why was this man being battered like a sack of potatoes? 

The man spat blood, a tooth or two flying out with the glob of blood as he remained strapped to his chair. His face was covered in blood. Beat up and mangled by the hands of the tall, brooding man before him. 

Miguel slowly knelt down before the man, taking a fistful of his hair, forcing him to look up into his almost amber eyes. 

“ Eres un demonio! (You're a demon). Not even the devil himself will want you!” the man spat, a glob of blood landing on Miguel’s cheek.

Miguel let out a hum of disinterest. His eyes lacked any life in them. However, this was when he felt the most alive, seeing his enemies cowering and crumbling before him. 

He took out a handkerchief from his breast pocket and cleaned the blood from his cheek before tossing the now soiled material at the man’s feet. 

“I take that as a compliment, you know. Maybe I want the devil himself to fear me.”

Miguel took out a cigar from his coat pocket and lit it before giving it a deep inhale and exhaled a heavy cloud of smoke at the man’s face. He couldn't believe that one of Kingpin's goons had infiltrated his circle and posed himself as someone who could've been trusted. Miguel was definitely going to send that fat son of a bitch a message, by killing this guy and sending his corpse back to Kingpin's front door. 

Not only that, but it also meant that they were going to have to redo background checks on everyone working for the O’Haras. That was going to be a pain in the ass.

"Gabriel! Hand me my gun," Miguel called out to his brother.

Gabriel, Peter, and Ben were all standing several feet behind Miguel, all watching as their boss beat and battered the man before them. 

Gabriel was Miguel’s right hand now that their father had stepped down as head of the O’Hara family. Many thought Gabriel was going to take charge, however, Miguel was much more brutal and cut-throat than Gabriel. It made sense for Miguel to take up the mantle, despite him being an illegitimate son. 

Plus, Gabriel preferred being on the sidelines instead of making the decisions. 

Gabriel made his way over to his older brother, handing him the gun before stepping back to his original spot. 

“Now. We can do this the easy way. Where I ask you a couple of questions and answer them. Or, we can do this the hard way, when I ask you said questions and if you refuse to answer them, I get to shoot you anywhere I want.”

”I would rather you just shoot me! I will never answer to you!” The man croaked. 

“You never got shot before, have you?” Miguel hummed as he removed the safety from the gun and cocked it before pulling the trigger, shooting the man on the foot. 

The man let out a screeching howl as he thrashed on the chair, letting out a series of curses. 

Miguel simply nodded his head. “That’s what I thought. So..shall we begin?”

The whole ordeal took only a matter of minutes, as Miguel wasted no time in trying to get his questions answered. The man was not sitting lifeless on the chair as bullet holes decorated his body. 

Kingpin had sent a lower ranked grunt to spy on them, trying to scope up any valuable information to report back to his true boss. Unfortunately for Kingpin, those in the lower ranks didn’t really get to be part of the action and behind-closed door discussions, so, this man’s life was unnecessarily wasted. 

“Send his body back to Kingpin. Just leave him on his doorstep,” Miguel said as he examined his suit, letting out a grunt when he saw small splatters of blood. He was going to have to go home and change. “Will do. You should start heading back home. I am sure you wife is waiting for you,” Gabriel said as Peter and Ben began placing the body into a black body bag and carried him out to the waiting pick-up truck. 

Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose. He didn’t hate you, but he knew that you hated him. And you had every right. You got married to him out of force, and while that wasn’t necessarily his fault, he didn’t blame you for holding a grudge on him. 

“Keep me posted on any activity. I need updated background checks on everyone working for us. We can’t let anyone else slip through the cracks,” Miguel stated as he made his way over to his car, with his brother following behind him. Gabriel nodded his head as he watched his brother leave. 

He had to make sure no on in his inner circle was actually working for Kingpin. Is someone indeed was, might as well just shut everything down then and there. 

No. Miguel wouldn’t give up just like that. He would just have to work harder and steer Kingpin off track. 

But, for the time being, his main goal was to get back home and get to his wife. It was your birthday, after all.

–

You spent the majority of the day with your parents. You had gone over to your former home- which you still miss deeply. It was such a stark contrast from where you lived now. There was just so much character, so much history in this house. It was the same house your great great grandfather had bought as a gift to his lovely wife, your great great grandmother, once their businesses were booming.

It had twelve bedrooms and sixteen bathrooms. A library where your mother would take you to read. When you were young, you’d pick out a book for your mother to read to you in bed. Mainly a fairy tale story. 

You always thought your life would be a fairy tale. You always imagined yourself as the princess or heroine, going on adventures and falling in love. However, the universe was not like those in the stories. Maybe in an alternate universe. But, not in this one. 

Instead, you were forced to marry the enemy in hopes of forming an alliance. Which, depending on how you looked at it, could’ve been seen as a fairytale. It didn’t feel like it. You weren’t in love with Miguel. You tolerated each other at best. Plus, you guys had shared history which made things pretty awkward at times. 

—-

You were back home, waiting for your darling husband to come home and wish you a Happy Birthday. He also supposedly promised to take you out to dinner. It was really an attempt for you two to get somewhat closer together. But, you weren’t sure how well that would play out. You both liked to push each other’s buttons. You were sure it would occur tonight. And honestly, you wouldn’t want to have it any other way. You wanted to be a thorn on his side. He was always so full of himself. Always thought himself to be this bigshot. Untouchable. Unweavered. You loved proving him wrong. 

You continued to wait and wait. The house staff had left for the night, including Miss Cheryl, your personally favorite housekeeper. She was an older woman, possibly in her mid-fifties. You never cared to ask her- mainly because you didn’t want to be rude and you actually liked her. 

Looking up at the clock in Miguel’s office, you saw that it was already seven thirty in the evening. Reservations were supposedly made for eight. Miguel had thirty minutes to get there. 

A part of you didn’t really care if he had forgotten or just waved it off. You didn’t want to force yourself to be nice with him, because who knew, you might just throw a glass of wine at him just as you did during your wedding reception.

You could hear a chime coming from the Alexa that rested on Miguel’s desk, signaling that someone had entered the house. 

Finally. You honestly thought he wasn’t going to come. 

Raising from his chair, you decided to go ahead and greet your husband. 

He was making his way upstairs as you made your way down the hallway, both of you making eye contact. 

“You’re late. I thought you weren’t going to come,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest. 

As Miguel stepped closer, you could notice blood splattered on his white shirt. 

“I know. Let me get changed real quick,” he replied as he walked past you. 

You knew Miguel had a way of dealing with those who wronged him. You have seen his blood-stained knuckles, bloodied shirts and a dangerous look in his eyes. It’s pretty much like in the movies. Some poor unlucky soul gets tortured to death by the boss or someone higher up. You’d like to think that Miguel isn’t simply killing people just because of blood-lust. While it wasn’t your business to judge, you didn’t want to be married to someone who is a little too eager to get blood on his hands. 

You made your way to his room, standing by the door as you watched Miguel slip on a fresh pair of pants and button-up shirt, something more suitable for dinner. Once he was finished, he took another look at you, furrowing his brows a bit. 

“What?” You questioned. 

“What are you wearing?” 

“What do you mean ‘what are you wearing’?” You asked, looking down at your dress. 

“Don’t you think that’s too revealing?” He asked. 

“What? Revealing? Where? Don’t tell me showing a little leg and shoulder is prohibited. Come on! This is the height of fashion right now, as well as demonstrating body positivity.” Miguel simply gave you a look as if in disgust. Not for the body positivity part. But rather your fashion choices. He was aware of your family’s success in the fashion industry. He even applauded it. But, he was also a  man with much simpler tastes. Tastes that you would sometimes groan over. 

“Well, I’m not changing, so let’s just get going,” you said as you grabbed a shawl to compliment your dress, and to shut Miguel up. 

The ride to the restaurant was quiet, save for the music that was playing on the radio. You two had very different music tastes. Not surprising. Sometimes you’d change the station or hook up your phone to Bluetooth. But, you tried to sit back and let him listen to his music this time. 

When you two managed to get there, Miguel stopped in front of the valet and got out. The valet driver in-waiting opened the car door for you to help you get out as Miguel rounded the car, handing the keys over to the young man who then took the sleek black suv to the parking garage. 

He gave you his arm to take. It had become routine. Show some sort of display of affection while in public. You never knew who could be watching. Sometimes cameras would pop out in front of you two. 

The proposal was rushed. The engagement. The wedding. People grew suspicious, and rightfully so. Your families quickly came up with a story of how you and Miguel were seeing each other in secret despite the rivalry of the families. The alleged secrecy of romance and hurried marriage gave you two the the title of Romeo and Juliet. Two star-crossed lovers who went against all odds just to be together despite your families and their differences. But, unlike the story, your ending didn’t result in a double-suicide, but rather acceptance, wedding bells, and peace between the two families. Everyone bought it. Well..almost everyone. 

As you two made your way inside and were greeted by the hostess, you were taken to a more secluded area of the restaurant. There, the table had been set up especially for you. A bottle of wine rested over a bed of ice, candles were lit on the table, as well as around the perimeter of your area. It would have been romantic, had you actually had romantic feelings for Miguel.

Still, he was a gentleman and he did go out of his way to reserve a nice place for you.

 He pulled a chair out for you to sit and scooted you in before taking his seat across from you. The music from a live pianist in the main dining hall still reached your private area. Had it not been for them, the room would’ve been dead silent as you and Miguel silently looked through your menus. 

“Can I pour you a glass of your wine?” A waitress asked onceshe approached your table. She was young. Tall and thin with big blue eyes and blonde hair tied up in a ponytail. And wearing way too much makeup. At least for your tastes. 

You could see how she was looking at Miguel, batting her fake eyelashes. You thought they were either going to fall off or send her flying away. Either way, you simply rolled your eyes. You didn’t care if Miguel got hit on, but come on, at least not while you were right there to see. 

“Yes, thank you,” Miguel said, giving her a charming smile. It made you roll our eyes again. Yes, he was being polite and all, but you could see right through him. 

“Can I offer you both an appetizer to start?” She then asked, still looking over at Miguel. 

Miguel then looked over to you, giving you a nod. “Would you like something to start with?”

”Yes, actually. Some bread for the table. they usually bring it out at the beginning,” you started. Which was true. You were just trying to be a little petty. 

“And how about some crab cakes and a salad for the table?”

The waitress nodded her head, her smile now a straight line. So straight, you could swipe your card through it like a card reader. 

“Yes, of course. I will put those in for you and bring you your bread,” she said before leaving the table. 

You simply rolled your eyes once again as you settled back against your seat. 

“How was lunch with your family?” Miguel then asked, trying to make conversation. 

“It was fine,” you responded. Usually, your responses would be short, and Miguel wouldn’t entertain the topic further. You knew you should at least try to get along with him, giving that you are married and that you will be spending the rest of your life with him. You simply assumed that it just hadn’t kicked in yet. You were going to try, though. 

One day.

“Ah, Mr. O’Hara! Mrs. O’Hara! A pleasure to see you two here tonight!” Someone behind you exclaimed. You could hear their heavy footsteps before turning around and seeing the owner and head chef of the restaurant. “Javier. A pleasure to see you,” Miguel said. “We were just celebrating my wife’s birthday.” “Ah! Of course! Happy birthday, Mrs. O’Hara. You look as stunning as ever,” Javier exclaimed. The man was five foot three, a mix of tan to sunburned skin, and all round. He kind of reminded you of the Pillsbury mascot. He looked so squishable and jolly. 

“Actually, Javier. Would you mind me having a word with you, real quick?” Miguel then asked, scooted his chair back from the table and stood, easily towering over the man. 

“O-oh! O-of cours! Of course! Come, come! Let’s step to the side,” Javier stated, now looking a little nervous as he led Miguel out of the room, leaving you alone. 

All while Miguel was having his private conversation with Javier, the waitress came back with the bread and appetizers. 

“We are going to need a couple of minutes,” you stated as she placed everything onto the tables. 

“Of course! I’ll make my way back around in a few minutes,” the waitress said, giving you a tight-lipped smile.  

You tried your best to not roll your eyes at her again as she left. Letting out a sigh, you decided to dig into the bread and appetizers. You sure weren’t going to wait for Miguel to come back to start eating. You never waited for him. Not because you didn’t want to, but because you knew you’d be waiting forever for him. 

–

Soon enough, you were back home. You were still slightly curious about the conversation Miguel had with Chef Javier. But, you didn’t think you should press Miguel about it. Some things were meant to be kept in private. Besides, you wanted no part of this whole mafia stuff. It had stolen so much of your freedom already. You wanted to remain ignorant of what goes on behind closed doors as much as possible. 

You both made your way upstairs, neither of you speaking as you made your way to your rooms for the night. 

Tomorrow you were planning on heading over to the boutique. Your cousin was currently operating it and sometimes you’d go to help her out. It helped you get out of the house every once in a while. Plus, you were usually filled with inspiration when you were surrounded by your family’s clothing. You were still working on your portfolio to give out to various companies, in hopes they would hire you. 

You were confident that they would. You were talented. Plus, you have your family’s name to back you up. Now, all you had to do was to make sure you get a good night’s rest so you could get up refreshed. 

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fic where baker reader and lucifer both really like each other but are too scared to admit their feelings so reader makes him a cupcake with a frosting duck on top as a surprise

Sweet duckcakes ( Lucifer Morningstar x Baker! Reader)

Thank you for the request anonymous! This is such a cute idea myself!!! Feel free to leave more request

Idk why but I feel like Lucifer would love the duck cake from Bluey.

I legit accidentally deleted this half way through writing it, I could cry

NOT PROOF READ!!

Warnings: stealing my baker reader stuff on how they started working in the hotel from my last fic, season 2 headcanon

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No ones POV:

Y/N has been working in the Hazbin hotel since day one, only then it was called ‘Happy Hotel’ Charlie employed them to be the head chef, prepare meals of staff and residents. It also meant Y/N could stay rent free so they accepted. Only then, back when it was only them, Charlie, Vaggie and the only resident, Angel dust. But as time has past, the Hotel has become more lively. Alastor, Husk and Nifty join the staff and another resident named Sir Pentious.

Even though Y/N was happy to see Charlie’s dreamed come true, but with each new person in the hotel mean more and more food to make, they were almost nearly in the kitchen all the time but they didn’t mind.

With the extermination looming closer, Charlie had no choice but to call her dad for help. Y/N was happy to know he accepted to come, To prepare for his visit Charlie asked Y/N to bake for his visit, which they happily did. They quickly run into the kitchen with Nifty following behind, she wanted to make cookies. Y/N and Nifty baked away, while nifty worked on cookies, Y/N chose cupcakes!

Nifty finshed first and ran into the main room while they stay behind so they could decorate the cupcakes. After 30 minutes they were done and they took them to the main room. As they turned the corner they see a rather weird sight…Alastor and Lucifer is a battle on who’s the better father. Y/N kinda stood there watching the two with everyone else till they were interrupted by someone named Mimsy, this finally allowed them to meet Lucifer.

“Dad, this Y/N, our head chef!” Charlie moves her dad over to them and they give a sweet smile to him. “It’s nice to finally meet you your majesty.”, as they said this they moved their tray to one hand and extended their now free hand, they took notice of Lucifer’s small blush. He took your hand, Y/N couldn’t help but notice his soft hands, “please call me Lucifer.” He said to you with a smile. “Why thank you..” they said to him as they remembered the treats. “Oh!” They said mainly to themself, they hold out the tray. “Please take one I made these for your visit.”

Lucifer took the treat in his hand looking over it, it had red frosting with a little apple slice in it. “Why thank you.” Lucifer said as he took one of the frosted treat and took a bite of it. He eyes life up as he tasted it. “This is amazing!” He said as he ate, Y/N couldn’t help but feel their heart race as this words. “They’re’s a reason they are the head chef! Now to the rest of the hotel,” Charlie continued to speak and show off the hotel. Y/N place the tray down on the nearby table and as they turn they couldn’t help but notice his eyes on them, they blushed and felt their own heart race.

Little did they know that was only the beginning. After his eventful visit, where him and Charlie both agreed to make an effort, he was in the hotel more. While he spent time with his daughter he always saw Y/N, he was great company to have, always so sweet. It was hard to admit they had growing feeling for him, how could they? He was her bosses father and the king of hell.

It only became worst after the hotel was destroyed and was rebuilt, during the process of rebuilding it, Lucifer moved in. Though Y/N believed it would be a blessing in disguise. You guys were frequently hanging out together, he was always so sweet, he loved to help cook and back with you. Y/N was very thankful for that considering how many more people were not in the hotel, but, this only has their feeling grow more…both their feelings. Lucifer would be lying if he said he didn’t like Y/N they were a dove…the light in the dark.

There were many nights they work yourself too hard and feel alseep in the kitchen only to wake up on one of the couches with a blanket they recognized…it belong to Lucifer. Each time they wanted to keep it, it smelled just like him, but, each time they returned it. They leave it folded with a nice little note. Lucifer loved the notes keeping them in a box, he also sleeps with each blanket, he smell of your are your perfume is intoxicating.

Though pretty much everyone was aware of both their feelings for each other neither would admit it, so in fashion of the residents of the hotel, they decided to help by dropping small (rather obvious) hints, though Charlie was the most discreet about her hints, mainly at hinting at things to you both like, similar interests you things both like. One thing Y/N took of something from Charlie’s and from Lucifer himself…he seem to really love ducks, from gifting them rubber ducks and leaving rubber ducks around the hotel.

One night after making up on the couch with a certain blanket on them, they had to thank him and a perfect idea came into their head. They Return the blanket back with another note, Y/N quickly made their way into the kitchen, ready to bake their morning away for Lucifer’s surprise.

TIME SKIP

Lucifer woke up to the sound of soft knocking, he recognized this knock, it was Y/N’s. He quickly shot up out of his bed running to the door. He nearly swung open the door to see your face, what a perfect thing to make up to, “good morning do-“ Lucifer stopped mid sentence noticing a gray with a cover in their hands, he looked back up at their E/C eyes. “What’s that?” He asked curiously. Y/N could help but smile he looked so handsome after waking up. (He wears duckie pajamas.) “may I come in?” Y/N asked happily, Lucifer blushed softly and nodded his head moving out of the way of the door “o-of course come in!”

Y/N walked in admiring his room, it was so elegant looking, they then turned to face him “I want to say thank you for always taking care of me, not leaving me to sleep in the kitchen floor means a lot to me, so, I want to say thank you.” They said as they placed the tray down on the dresser. “And I know you love ducks so..” Y/N them wiped off the cover revealing 6 cupcakes! Not just any cupcakes, they were Vanilla cupcakes with yellow frosting and on top were little ducks made of frosting. Lucifer looked wides eyed at them, before look at their smiling face. “You made these for me?” He asked softly.

“Of course!” They said happily, you’ve always helped me out and you mean a lot to me..” Lucifer stay quiet before quickly hugging them tight. “Thank you Y/N..” he said softly, the hug caught Y/N by surprise but they quickly hugged back a soft blush on their face. “Anything for you..”

Tag list

@reverse-soe @kazurami14 @netheris @musicb33nsstuff @rainycloud858 @yaimlight @erissco @aarkhamkknight @pooplyface1423 @purplethree @dog55teeth

#x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer morningstar x you #lucifer morningstar #fanfic

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 | Part 5

A smile from you is all he needs to feel recharged.

Tags/Warnings: Game Designer!Jungkook, Non Idol AU, established relationship, Angst , emotional kook, suggestive messages, poor Maria pt.1 [Tags will be different for every part!]

Length: 1k Words

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This is not going to plan at all.

Not only is he behind schedule wise, he's also not thought about the possibility of what this all might look like to you at all. Because why would you even think that in the first place? He'd be absolutely stupid to cheat on you, let alone with a 64 year old married woman of all people!

But then again, you don't know that part- and he also can't really properly explain it as he would surely blow his own cover, and he's just too close to the finish line to give up now. He already almost cried at deleting your face ID and fingerprint from his phone, feeling like he deleted the memory of setting those things up too, but he swore himself it's for a good cause down the line. You'll make so many more memories together for sure, and they'll top those more than by just a little. He'll make sure that they will.

[Alright, I'm so excited! Next time let's do it this way right from the start- no need to make it so complicated!] Maria had wrote him in full, and he reads over it with a bit of worry. Does she really understand what he meant by his worries?

[I'm not sure you understand. I'm planning something big, and I'm also behind when it comes to physical intimacy these days, you know?] He writes the woman, who he's asked prior about the rules and such regarding.. well, sex in the home he's renting out for the upcoming special occasion he's planned. He doesn't want to get locked up for not following some Airbnb laws he overlooked after all. That would just be embarrassing. [And we're very intimate people. I'm taking her pleasure and happiness seriously, if you get the hint.] He texts her as he boils some water on the stove for his absolute accurately made ramyeon.

[Oh trust me, I've been young too! No need to be shy, I can only imagine that emotions will run high most likely!] She responds, and Jungkook pursed his lips for a second, before he starts to play with his piercings deep in thought.

[No, Maria, I don't think you get it-] he begins to type. [-it's been almost two full weeks at this point, that's the longest we've ever gone without any sex, we're talking at least three orgasms a day times fourteen, I've got some major catching up to do..] jungkook sends her, before he puts his phone down for a second as to prepare the instant noodles properly.

[It's fine, really. No need to worry!] The woman responds. But jungkook wants to make sure.

[She's a squirter- you know what that is right? Either way it's gonna get messy so I'm just making sure you REALLY know what you're getting into if you say it's alright because the carpet looked really nice and I'm not sure how to get cum stains out of that] he rambles, not noticing you emerge from the bedroom now as you put your bag on one of the kitchen chairs. [I can replace it too if that happens no problem, you know how my girlfriend gets haha. Well you don't but you will know after we're done with the place-] he taps and accidentally sends out as you call his name, causing him to almost drop his phone into the soup pot on the stove, only barely catching it in time before he can practically throw it into the pocket of his sweatpants. "Yeah?" He asks towards you, and you look at him still way too hostile in his opinion.

He knows you can be a bit of a hot head. It's what he loves about you- how fierce you can get and how you'll always stand your ground. But he also knows that you're a bit of an aklebiter with some serious anger issues sometimes- once you see red, you don't see anything else anymore. So he's got to be careful not to fuck it up any further, because once he loses you, he loses for good.

Because you're stubborn if you've made up your mind.

"The water's boiling over." You mumble, avoiding his gaze as you sit at the kitchen table, arms crossed in defense. He jumps at your words and turns off the stove at that, somewhat awkwardly playing up some food into bowl for the both of you, watching you eat silently across from him with an almost needy gaze.

You're gonna probably try and kick his balls if he asks you to sit on his lap right now, so he swallows down the request to keep them intact.

He's gonna seriously crunch some hours while you're sleeping over at a friend's house so he can still make the deadline, able to pass up on sleep with you not actually home to scold him for it. He hates the fact that the app on his phone constantly reminds him of the lack of intimacy between you two- taunting him with notifications about his streak being broken, his record being topped, his spot up top on the scoreboard being taken. He hates it. He created this app, he should be the one who's best at it too!

God he can't wait to get his hands on you again. He feels like his dick is going to fall off in the next few days.

And it's not just that, either. He doesn't sleep well when you're not with him, he misses all the interactions you usually have during the day, the love, the intimacy of just being close, he misses it so bad. And he kind of doesn't want you to leave right now- he'd love to just call it quits and just cave in, but he's come too far now, and you're also a strong independent woman. You deserve to choose where you want to go or stay, he's got no say in that- or at least he shouldn't try to have it.

"I.. You'll text me when you wanna come back home, right?" He asks as he finishes his bowl, and you shrug.

"Whatever." You mumble. "S' not like you want me home for more than the chores anyways." You huff into your food, and he can't help but feel his eyes tear up. No, stupid Jungkook, don't fucking cry right now. You're gonna ruin it all with your dumb tears and weak heart just like always-

"I do want you home.." he mumbles quietly, blinking harder to avoid you spotting anything off- but you notice. Of course you do.

"...I'll text you." You say, and that at least soothes his mind for the moment as his phone falls out of his pocket, screen cracking and making him cringe.

Fuck. That's the what.. 20th time this year?

But it's all worth it, if it means he can at least see the hint of a smile pull at your lips for once.

The sight alone motivation enough to make him work even harder now.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook imagine #bts jungkook imagine #bts smut #jungkook x reader #bts jungkook fanfic #jungkook smut #bts jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook fanfic #bts jeon jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook imagines #jungkook imagines #jungkook x reader smut

[lavendarlily]

yeah of course my first fic for @phicphight is gonna be crack

for the prompt that wasn't a prompt by @faeriekit

am i doing this right?

prompt: PR096 - No prompt, just a note; I can't guarantee I understand the format of the prompts required here.

words: 777

click here to read on ao3

jack stumbles across something troubling, but finds the light at the end of the tunnel.

Finally. He had the house to himself. Jazz was at a study group, Maddie went to test some weapons in the field, and Danny… well, all Jack knew was that Danny wasn’t home. 

Jack loved his family - so incredibly much that it was a miracle you could fit all that love into one man (even one at Jack’s size). Yet between the needs of his children and assisting his wife with her inventions, it was difficult to find a moment for himself. Believe it or not, Jack Fenton did in fact have interests and hobbies outside of ghosts. It was just hard to make time for them, and boy was that new yarn burning a hole in his crafts closet, just waiting to be used. First, there were a few techniques he wanted to research before really digging in.

He fetched the laptop from the basement, and grabbed a soda from the fridge on his way to the living room. Jack settled in, feet resting on the coffee table since Maddie wasn’t home to tell him otherwise. He opened the computer, and groaned to himself when a myriad of open tabs took over the screen.

He’d told the kids so many times! Close your tabs after using the computer! He was always afraid of accidentally closing or deleting something they needed or hadn’t saved. There was also a sense that looking through their history was an invasion of privacy, but whoever had used the computer last would have to give up that privilege. He carefully clicked through the tabs, making sure there wasn’t anything potentially important before exiting out of each one. At least his kids had been doing their homework - Shakespeare analyses, essay writing tips, and hey! They’d found a tutor through some site called ChatGPT that was helping them with their assignment. 

He was almost done, ready to dive into video tutorials on achieving the perfect cross-stitch, when he paused. Though Jack tried not to linger on a page longer than he deemed necessary, this one caught his attention. An all too familiar face stared back at him - multiple faces - arranged against a blue background. Jack squinted his eyes at the search bar, reading it aloud.

“Tum-bl-er,” he said slowly. What the hell was this? Jack was certainly concerned at the amount of Phantom propaganda on the screen, leading to an even more troubling question: Which of his kids had fallen under the ghost boy’s spell to have ended up on a hell-site like this?

He scrolled through post after post of photos taken by Amity Park locals, elaborate drawings of the ghost kid, musings of his origins and whereabouts and… oh gosh… love-life. Who were these people worshiping Phantom like this? And why was Jack still looking at it?

It was like a car crash - he couldn’t look away. However, this led him to one post that finally gave Jack a semblance of hope. 

Phic Phight.

Jack knew he was no genius, but he side-eyed the misspelling and continued to skim through the rest of it. Fighting was all he needed to hear, especially if there was a group of people who idolized Phantom like… this. The ghost kid needed to go. These people needed to be saved from his manipulation! The words “Team Human” jumped out at Jack from the text, and without needing any more convincing that this is where he needed to be, he clicked the link that led to where he could sign up. 

He skipped through all the boring information and went straight into entering his information. There were a few questions he didn’t know how to answer, but he was Jack Fenton! Anyone who was organizing against the ghost problem that plagued Amity Park knew where to find him. 

There were only a few questions left, labeled as “Prompts”. Jack wasn’t too certain what it meant, but he could only envision it as where to leave suggestions for the best ways to defeat and capture Phantom. He entered the words electrocute, net, and Fenton Bazooka. He felt a little guilty for not understanding the entire gist of what was going on, so he also left a quick note for the organizer in hopes they would be forgiving.

Jack clicked the submit button at the bottom of the page and smiled to himself. He couldn’t wait to meet all these other folks interested in the well-being of their town. Team Human. It had a nice ring to it. He’d be sure to let Maddie know when she returned - who wouldn’t want the Fentons on their team?

And maybe… he could even get his boy Danny in on it too. 

#danny phantom #phic phight #phic phight 2024 #lavswordvomit

[gojonanami]

dearest sab,

i don't want to come across as being creepy, but i just wanted to tell you that i think you're really talented.

i came across your blog accidentally in november, and by then, i had only watched about ten or so episodes of 'jujutsu kaisen', but i was immediately smitten with your writing and your responses to asks.

i think you're really talented. and i think i stuck around for so long, and checked your blog every day not only because i think you're fun and your responses to asks are fun, but also because i think there's a lot you can teach me.

i really struggle with producing content when it comes to my stories and my writing is overly floral. your writing achieves what i want my writing to achieve – it is slick, creative, clean, action-driven and fast-paced while containing stunning nuggets of imagery.

i think the way you construct stories is beautiful. and i am also stunned by how many different ideas you can come up with! you can jump from story to story, character to character, time period to time period, and do it convincingly.

it's almost hard to detect your favourite character when you read your stories because you tackle them so lovingly and with deference.

personally, your suguru is my favourite.

i haven't even finished 'jujutsu kaisen', but i'm in love with your take on suguru. (i have to watch it as some point, i know, especially when i'm so in love with suguru's character.)

i think it's super cool how you can balance writing these stunning stories while working and living, and just being you. you're the reason i am maintaining my tumblr account – otherwise i would've deleted it ages ago.

i really look forward to your future stories.

as others have pointed out before me, i really do think it's paramount to thank you for running this page in the first place, and for sharing your works with us, and for interacting with us when you don't have to.

i really had a lot of fun reading your stories. i read them when i was down. i read them to wake-up. i read them to help myself with a panic attack. i read them to take my mind off of work.

you may not know me, and you probably never will, but you have helped me a lot, and for that, i thank you.

sending lots of love your way.

babe this is in no way creepy and this is utterly too sweet? I cannot tell you how many ways this has made my week truly.

again I truly cannot believe my writing and replies made you stick around to the point where you check my blog often 🥹😭 it baffles me honestly. I’m honored you think I can teach you something — I truly think writing is just something that comes from consuming and producing — and so I’m glad I could contribute to that in any small way that I could 😭

you’re truly too kind 😭😭 I am so glad it comes across that way because I truly do put a lot of effort into capturing each character as accurately as I can. I truly think ‘my suguru’ resonates with so many of you because I really kin suguru on a deep level — his want to fix the world and his disillusionment is truly something I’ve felt many times over.

thank you for being here — really, I probably would have given up or at least not wrote as much as I did if you all weren’t truly so so wonderful 🥹💕 it very much makes me happy and it truly makes my day each and every time 😭

I’m so glad my silly fics can help you through difficult moments — that literally means the world because I know I’ve done the same with media as well so thank you really — and I’m glad I could help in any small way that I did 😭😭😭

thank you for being here and I hope you stay — and I hope any difficult moments or time you’re having get better because they always do. life has a way of doing that 💕💕💕 thank you for your sweet words and I hope you’re having an amazing day / night — sending so much love 🫶🫶🫶🫶

#sab [asks] #sab [anons] #sab [praise] #brb time to cry

[xhellfireclubx]

HELLS BELLS

Summary: When 009 wakes up after 001 and 011’s battle, she escapes the lab through the gate to the Upside Down. On the hunt for a gate to bring her out of the Upside Down and away from Hawkins Lab, 009 comes across a harrowing attack on Eddie Munson at the hands of demobats. Witnessing the brutal attack, 009 steps in to take matters into her own hands.

A/N: hello my name is lindsey! I just posted this chapter today, but accidentally deleted it :( please show some attention if you have already I would appreciate it sooo much. I had this really fun idea for a fanfic but I haven’t seen anything quite like it so I decided to write it myself :) please go easy on me, I haven’t written in years. I just wanted to explain a little before we get into it. I played into the time being frozen thing a bit more, so although 009 goes into the Upside Down and is there for years, she has no idea. So I decided to keep her short hair from the lab cause hair shouldn’t grow if time isn’t passing right? :) I hope that makes sense. P.s. I proof read but your girl isn’t perfect so please don’t hate me for typos or grammatical errors :) this is a fix it fic!

ALSO PLEASE DONT STEAL THIS THANK YOU :) nobody has my consent to post this on any other websiteeeee

Word Count: 1.6k

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader (she/her) -I will refer to her mostly as “you” but also 009, and she will eventually develop a name :)

Warnings: language, violence, mentions of blood, crying, emotional, graphic descriptions of gore, please let me know if I forgot any!! 16+ ONLY

Part two here (also linked at the bottom)

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Chapter One: The Hoard

You gasped heavily as you shot up quickly, looking around in fear and confusion.

BEEP-BEEP, BEEP-BEEP… the alarm sounded over all intercoms, the volume nearly deafening.

The once fluorescent lights now dim and flickering erratically.

You squint your eyes as you try to gather why the lights are flickering, or why the alarm is sounding… or why you’re even on the floor. As one particular bright flash of light brightens the room, tears fill your eyes. Everywhere you look, blood is smeared and spattered as if there was a massacre. Your eyes widen as your gaze falls upon where the blood had come from; your brothers and sisters unmistakably dead- all with their eyes missing from their heads.

Tears begin to stream down your face, horrified at what had done this, scared you’d be next. You stand quickly, searching for a way out. As you search, something pulls your focus.

An emanating red glow met with unpleasant wet sounds as if someone were walking through mud. Slowly, your eyes adjusting to the intensity of the red light, you move closer as your mind fills with wonder as to what it could be. “ITS IN HERE!” You hear someone yell outside of the rainbow room, not too far down the hall. You turn between the door and the mysterious red gate, debating your options. As the footsteps grew closer, you took a shaky breath and quickly crawled into the gate- knowing it was your one chance at escaping.

As you climbed through the gate, wet slimy substances coat your skin as you walk quickly through the dark tunnel. You tremble in fear as your bare feet walk against the pliable, mysterious floor that almost gave way to each step you took.

Finally reaching the end of the tunnel, your eyes widen as you see much more than you had ever expected. A sky, much like the one you had seen out of windows occasionally- except red, stormy, and dark. A ground, much like the one you had pictured walking on when finally escaping the lab- except slimier, not what you’d imagined. Even decaying old trees that had delicate, burnt leaves littering the branches.

You screech in fear as a creature with a flower like face, running on all fours stalks dangerously close to you. It only turns to look at you after you screech, your eyes widening as you realize it’s beginning to slowly prowl up to you. You quickly raise your hand to it, closing your eyes and begin to picture it being thrown far away. You open your eyes slowly as you hear a thump off in the distance, letting out a light sigh of relief as you see it run in the opposite direction.

You quickly retreat to the tree line, in which you continue walking for what must be hours. But you didn’t mind, as it was the first time you had ever been outside since you could remember. Even if this wasn’t the “outside” you were necessarily picturing, it was still much better than the hell hole that was the Hawkins Lab.

Snapping from your thoughts you begin to hear an unfamiliar sound. Almost.. music? You turn in circles slowly, trying to figure out where it may be coming from. After determining the direction, you quietly and carefully advance towards it.

You come to the edge of the trees, clear view of a trailer park you hadn’t come across yet while walking. Your eyes widen as you notice two people standing on top of one of the trailers. One was smaller and crouching with what looked to be brown curly hair, while the taller one was wielding a guitar. You had never heard music anything like it.

The only thing Papa would let you and your brothers and sisters listen to was music to help them focus and occasional lullabies. You watch in shock and awe as he plays his guitar flawlessly, confusion and worry rapidly growing in your mind as you know that the creatures in the Upside Down will surely be fast to follow the music just as you had.

You furrow your eyebrows in concern, wondering what they could possibly be thinking. Unless… they were trying to lure you. Although unreasonable, your paranoia began to set in, promising yourself in that moment that you will not show yourself to anyone. Sudden ear-piercing screeching fills the air from all directions, approaching rapidly. Looking to the sky in fear, you see a huge hoard of bats heading straight for the two boys atop the trailer.

You feel slight disappointment as the loud music disappeared as quickly as it appeared, seeing the two boys scramble into the front of the trailer, leaving you to watch in terror as the bats begin to swarm the trailer.

After only a couple minutes, you see the front door swing open once again. “Eddie! EDDIE!” You hear just before the door closes, the guitar guy (who you could only now assume was Eddie) hurriedly grabs a bike and climbs on- pedaling faster than you even thought someone could.

A breath catches in your throat as you see him hit a rock, his body tumbling the ground. Eddie got up and began to run, screeches of angry bats coming from behind him. Suddenly he stops, thinking about all the times he had run, before slowly shaking his head. He takes his shield and spear into his hands, raising them to the sky. “COME ON!” He yelled angrily into the hoard, a small bit of weight lifting from your shoulders as you notice his confidence. He must’ve done this before.

However, just as quickly as your confidence boosted- it came crashing back down. You flinched at the sound of Eddie letting out a pained cry as the first bat bit him. You could hardly bring yourself to look as another wrapped it’s long tentacle-like tail around his neck; causing him to fall to the ground, beginning to gasp for air. His hands quickly drop his weapons as he desperately tries to get a grip of the tail wrapped tightly around his throat.

Just as you’re about to step in, you hear the younger boys voice again. “EDDIE! EDDIE NO!!” He screamed as he limped as quickly as he could to the hoard of bats ravaging his friend. The screeching got more and more deafening as more bats arrived every second, intense panic and fear setting in as you watch the horrific scene unfold.

Silence.

All of the sudden, there was silence. The screeching stops as the bats now lifeless bodies drop to the ground. Before you could see anything else, you swiftly turned and began walking in the opposite direction in search of another gate to escape from. You had to keep your promise to yourself. No one could know who you were, or where you came from. No one could see you. You sighed shakily, feeling useless for not helping. Suddenly the faint sobs and screams from the young boy longing for his friend filled the air.

He was dead. You were sure of it.

You felt your heart break as the scene replayed in your head. Slowly your feet stop taking steps, almost involuntarily. Battling the worry in your gut and your intense distrust for people, you remember the bad things they would have you do at the lab. Sometimes having to battle younger children, sometimes hurting them although not intentionally. You were not a bad person.

Slowly you turn your body and begin walking back towards the trailer park, shaky and heavy breaths leaving your lips as the nervousness builds at the possibility of someone finding you and sending you back to the very place you swore you’d never return.

As you reach the tree line once again, you suddenly notice that the harrowing cries of his younger friend were gone. Your eyes scan the trailer park cautiously to see where he was, but there was no sight of him anywhere. After ensuring the surroundings were safe enough, you quietly approach Eddie’s lifeless body as he lay motionless on the ground.

His eyes. They were riddled with sorrow… pain, but also.. a sense of pride. It’s as if his eyes were taking in everything and nothing all at once. His expression was something you had never known before- so warm, a light still shining behind his eyes, even after everything he had endured.

Slowly you sank to your knees by his side, blood covering a few spots of your white hospital gown as you carefully move his jacket from his chest. Your eyes scanned over his white shirt, that was now completely riddled with tears and bloodstains. ‘HELLFIRE CLUB’ you read to yourself in your mind, wondering if you were supposed to know what that meant.

“I don’t know if I can do this, but I’m going to try, okay?” You say softly, looking over your shoulder every few seconds to make sure nothing was sneaking up behind you. Delicately placing your palm against his heart, you flutter your eyes closed and begin to focus as hard as possible. After only a few seconds, the familiar feeling of blood running from your nose and down your lip returned.

Focusing on the life you saw behind his eyes, you begin to feel the sensation of tiny little electric currents moving all throughout your body. Although your eyes were closed, your vision began to gradually fill with a white light, causing you to focus harder.

The current grew more intense as it moved down your left arm and into the hand that was pressed firmly to his chest. A deafening high frequency begins to play deep in your ears as the light in your vision becomes blinding- before everything goes dark and silent.

The currents had subsided.

You slowly opened your eyes, tears brimming at the edges the moment your eyelids opened. You aren’t powerful enough. Just as you’re standing up, his body snaps to life as he lets out a deep guttural gasp causing you to fall back in fear. Eddie quickly rolls over onto his hands and knees, coughing violently as the remainder of the blood leaves his lungs.

You look down at your left hand in shock. You did it. You had practiced your special power of healing with Papa, but only on dead animals and insects- never a human. Papa always told you that you weren’t ready, and wouldn’t be for a long time.

“Who are you?! Where’s Dustin? What the FUCK just happened to me??” He asked erratically, practically yelling. “We need to get out of here, do you know a way out?” You ask in desperation, knowing more creatures could be coming any second. Eddie snaps out of his panic and turns to look at you- extending his large hand out to you, causing you to briefly notice the blood stained silver rings that adorned his fingers. “Come on, this way. We need to hurry.”

End of Chapter One: The Hoard

Read part two here

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A/N: hey! Thanks for reading to the end, that’s so niceeeeee. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter, please let me know what you guys think, also if you have any other ideas for stories and such (mainly with Eddie Munson but I’ll take others too lol) pleaseeee let me know. I’m going through a breakup rn so I think it’s time to get back into writing :) also chapter two will be out if not tonight, then tomorrowwwww

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #Eddie Munson #stranger things 4 #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x you #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson fix it fic

[dp-marvel94]

20 Q's for Fic Writers

Thanks for tagging me, @agentianlegend !

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 

62! I can't believe I have that many fics posted.

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

918,405

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Almost exclusively Danny Phantom. I have one Gravity Falls Crossover and one DPxDC crossover as well.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? 

Summoning: When Jack and Maddie Fenton tried to summon the King of All Ghosts, the last thing they expected was the sudden appearance of a very familiar, very human boy wearing spaceship pajamas and with a toothbrush halfway to his mouth.

Double Discovery: After accidentally shooting Phantom with an anti-possession gun, Maddie finds she has a lot to learn about both Danny Phantom and Danny Fenton. Eventual Revelation Story.

Borrower Danny: A teeny tiny Danny starts living in Wayne Manor

4. Fangs or No Fangs: For Phic Phight 2021. Jack and Maddie know that Danny is Phantom. They saw him transform and they knew they should talk about it with him. But…even after two weeks, that conversation feels impossible. And so Jack and Maddie have a plan: a trip to the planetarium to cheer Danny up, to finally see him smile again, and to pave the way for the truth.

5. Below the Greenhouse: For the Phic Phight. Prompt by Avearia: Maddie discovers the depths of Vlad's obsessions when she stumbles upon his secret lab. Despite the shock, part of her almost isn't surprised by the stolen Fenton Tech, the ripoff ghost portal, or the eerie Holo-Maddie—but the clone she finds floating in the pod at the back of the room? That's another matter entirely.

5. Do you respond to comments?

I generally try to! I love hearing what readers have to say and will happily answer questions, as long as I'm not giving out spoilers. XD

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Well, my second long fic, Hope Can Be a Heavy Thing to Hold, ends with the main character dying so....

Seriously though, I do have a sequel to this story planned as my next major project. Maybe we'll all find out things aren't what they seem. 😜

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I love angst with a happy ending so a lot of my fics end happily. I don't think I can pick which one is happiest. This one has a special place in my heart though.

Offspring of my ectoplasm. My child.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I have before but not very often. I normally just delete mean comments without replying.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Nope.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I have written a two before. I think Borrower Danny is the craziest one.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Luckily I haven't as far as I know.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Kinda? One of my fics, The Danny Program, was based on an au which @thesoulspulse came up with. Later, Soul wrote a longer version of that au which followed a lot of the same stories beats as my fic and I beta'd.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

I'm not a huge shipper. Dark Gray (Dan Phantom and Valerie Gray) is something of a guilty pleasure though.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

My series, Life and Death is all Perspective, has been a bit of a struggle. I get close to thinking it's done and it keeps growing. 😂

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'm very good at writing emotions and dialogue.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Fights scenes are definitely a struggle since I have trouble visualizing them in my head.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I only speak English fluently so I probably wouldn't write dialogue in another language.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

I feel like I've told this story before but the first fic I wrote was a Doctor Who fic for a school assignment in high school. It was for one of those warm-up exercises in English and my teacher loved it. XD

20. Favourite fic you've written?

Tagging @mymadmedleyw @five-rivers @assorted-candy @tathartiel @tachvintlogic and anyone else who wants to participate!

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#5

Which of the boys give the best hugs?

maybe a quick rating this time instead of a ranking? didn't do all cause feeling a bit lazy... long drop should be (hopefully) either tonight or tomorrow akjsndkalsndlakj i'm so happy the prize fic is almost done! meanwhile will probably take some time off to answer some asks or smth

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Platonic TR Boys Hug Ratings

Kazutora: 6/10. Very nice hugs, warm and tight, perfect height as well, but loses points because sometimes hugs can become tight to the point of suffocating, and he absolutely will not let go unless someone intervenes. Will not hesitate to hug you anytime and anywhere, especially when he gets jealous of the attention you were giving someone else, or receiving from strangers.

Baji: 8/10. Shy hugger, doesn't dare to ask for hugs from you or return your hugs in front of anyone else, because that's not what a big bad delinquent like himself does. Will freeze up if you try to hug him in public, face burning bright red. But when the two of you have some privacy, this baby boy's hugs has to be one of the best hugs out there - soft, gentle and warm. Will instantly let go if someone interrupts though.

Mikey: 2/10 Lazy, lazy boy. Any hug either turns into an impromptu cuddle session or a carry, because Mikey basically is ready to melt into your arms in a split second. Whenever this baby boy wants a hug from you, be ready for him to basically just drape himself all over you, demanding you give him a hug. Doesn't ever initiate, but will cling to you like a leech the moment he gets a hug from you. Will make you carry his full weight if he can latch on to you, will fall asleep in your arms standing straight up.

Draken: 10/10 Perfect hugs every time. Not afraid to dish out hugs anytime he feels like it or when he feels like you need one, but will not initiate in front of the Toman gang because he doesn't want the members to start to think he's soft. Unless its you who initiate - and then all of a sudden its not a problem anymore. Doesn't even question when you suddenly want one, just bundles you into a warm hug.

Mitsuya: 9/10 one of the best huggers around, had a ton of practice giving hugs to his little sisters. Just right tightness and always comfortable - can even detect when you need a hug, and dish one out on the spot. Doesn't matter where or when, will give you a full hug or even a side squeeze if you look even the smallest bit down. Loses a point because sometimes he forgets his sewing needles stuck in his jacket.

Pah: 5/10 Too impatient to stand still for long, so his hugs never quite last long enough for it to feel particularly comforting. Hugs also sometimes become tight enough to feel more like a squeeze instead of a wrap.

Hanma: -1/10. Doesn't bother with returning a proper hug most times, doesn't even pat your back. All this boy does would be give a lazy drawl about being clingy, even if he does enjoy the hug. Also too bony ouch, be careful if you're looking for someone to glomp, those sharp edges bound to hurt.

Izana: 3/10. Honestly Izana's hugs are great, warm, comfortable and long, even lets you snuggle your face into the crook of his neck (though he will demand payment for the favour), but loses a lot of points because this baby boy has zero social awareness or built-in danger sensor. Will demand a hug in the middle of a pedestrian crossing, will absolutely throw a tantrum if you don't give him his hug right there and then, and will proceed to make you stand there in his arms as long as he wants to.

Kakucho: 11/10. Not only does he make up for Izana's absolute lack of social awareness by picking up and moving the two of you off the road and somewhere safe while you are trapped in Izana's hug, he also will take the risk of facing Izana's wrath for giving you the hug you deserve in front of his boss whenever you look like you need one but Izana is too busy ignoring you during his bouts of jealousy.

Ran: 4/10 Great hugs, probably from all the practice he got when Rindo was younger. No shame in dragging you singe-handedly into a one-sided squeeze no matter the situation the two of you were in, even if it was right before he got into a fight. Would be higher if he stopped shoving your face into his armpit after returning your hug.

Rindo: 8/10 Nice, comfy hugs, knows where to put his arms when he hugs you so that you get just the right tightness, likes to rest his chin on the top of your head as well. Loses points cause he keeps making fun of you for the hug even though he was the one that initiated, will tease you even harder if it was you who hugged him first.

South: 7/10. Makes sure to watch his strength around you, so his hugs always feel like you're hugging a warm teddy bear. Though because of his physique, can be a bit too hard to snuggle, so loses points for that. Also loses points because South will pick you up, tuck you under one arm, and forget that you are there as he goes about his day because you weigh essentially nothing.

859 notes - Posted January 22, 2022

#4

Uuuuhhhhhh izana relationship hcs? Like when reader and izana was still dating.

comfort posting.... i hate this ride im on - these HCs can be for both regular darling or boss from the Reds' universe! not edited, i will when i wake up tmr zzz

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In a Relationship with Izana HCs

Yandere Izana

dating the 8th President of the Black Dragons is as wild a ride as it sounds, because Izana plays by no other rules but his own

not that you knew when you first accepted his hand

the only person that Izana has ever considered his equal, you can be sure that this boy has never seen you as below him even once ever since you caught his eye

the light of his life, its your bright smile and loving hugs that keeps him from spiralling completely into madness

he loves you so, so much - every waking moment he is apart from you is spent thinking about what you're doing and when he can see you again

Izana looks forward to nothing more than doting on you more and more, and of course, having you dote on him

this usually brutal, uncaring gang leader melts away into a soft, needy boy around you - even if he is the middle of a gang meeting, everything stops so that he can carefully take your delicate hand into his

needs you to be threading your fingers through his hair while he is cuddling, needs you to give him all the kisses (both light pecks on his lips and cheeky ones on the top of his head)

needs you to let him hug and cuddle and kiss you on your shoulder and your lips and breathe in your scent

maybe even to nibble on your collarbone and the shell of your ears so that everyone would know who you belonged to

a very clingy boy, if he can get away with being superglued to your side, he will

wants to follow you everywhere, fingers lightly trailing on your skin below your shirt or holding your hand no matter what you were doing

tries to follow you into the bathroom as well, hadn't worked so far

can't sleep well without being huddled right up against you, listening to your breaths trail off into light snores

will absolutely make a scene if he's right there and your full attention is not on him - from whining and whimpering, pulling on your clothes, gently tugging on your hair, burying his face into your chest all the way to throwing a full fit, the whole waterworks or grabbing whoever dared steal your attention from him by the collar and demanding they leave immediately

he is your boyfriend, not this piece of scum

its a cold day in hell when Izana doesn't accompany you throughout the school day, insisting that you seat in his lap while he seats in your chair, or cuddling and having a nap in yours

your teachers and classmates have learnt to ignore him a long time ago

even rarer that you don't also find this white-haired boy already busy intimidating every last male schoolmate walking out your school gates while leaned against his motorbike

because you know he will make the special effort to come every day - despite knowing that you loved him as much as he did you, his ingrained trust issues were hard to shake

what if some shithead thought he could pick on you? unlikely, given he had the Black Dragons personally intimidate and threaten every last student in your cohort

but what if you fell and no one helped you? or what if someone else thought it was a good idea to make a move on what was his when he wasn't present?

plus you're not allowed to ride a motorcycle yourself, or anyone else's, and Izana doesn't trust the public transportation system as far as he could throw a bus

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881 notes - Posted June 15, 2022

#3

Ok but imagine Rindou losing it when he’s taken to juvie and realizing he can’t see his friend anymore or “protect” them from others

yup yup yup absolutely, have more HCs cause brainrot goes brrrrrr

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Yandere Bestfriend Rindo

not gonna lie, this poor boy will probably go mad with the stress of not being able to see you everyday, and having to think about what you were doing without him there to watch over you

honestly didn't think much about it when he was first detained along with Ran since he had already seen you this morning at school

the realisation only started to dawn on him when it turned dark outside and Rindo found himself starting to get jittery, unable to sit still - now that he was trapped here, who was going to check in on you?

he would usually swing by your house twice every night - once before you fell asleep

And then a few hours later after he was done beating up the scum that inhabited his streets and your school, to make sure that you were actually in bed and sleeping, and that your main door was well locked (he can just shim your window open if he needed to after all)

Ran could practically see the gears turning inside the head of his younger brother as Rindo slowly pieced together his growing fears

If he was locked inside here, that meant that there was no one to accompany you at school, which equals no one around that could protect you, scare off potential bullies or worse (potential friends, he shudders at the thought)

plus, you weren't exactly the brightest of the bunch - Rindo was absolutely convinced that you would follow some stranger home just because they asked you to

or what if you ran across some delinquent scum that would take advantage of your kindness and naivety??

The absolute horror - Ran had to bascially whack Rindo in the back of his head and knock him out because this baby boy was on the verge of a breakdown and couldn't stop pacing around the brothers' shared cell

turns out, you really were as airheaded as Rindo had feared - you simply assumed that your bestfriend was not feeling too well and had decided to stay at home for the day, and you had gone about your day as usual

and you did this without first checking by calling him like he told you to, even though he had drilled this into your thick skull multiple times

he knew you didn't even try because you were surprised to learn that Rindo had been arrested when he could finally call two days later

which was the first thing Rindo did the moment he had access to a phone, much to Ran's amusement

you even had to ask him what juvie was

it wasn't the first time the two brothers spent time being locked up, but it was sure as hell the first time Rindo did after taking you under his wing

the older Haitani thought it was absolutely hilarious all the different shades of red Rindo was turning as he shouted at you through the phone, before quickly paling when he listened to what you had to say

took pity on his younger brother and stole the phone from him (which Rindo gladly handed over) so that he could properly explain to you the situation

Rindo insisted you come to juvie everyday despite only being able to meet you once a week, and of course you being you, obediently followed his instructions without a second thought

you quickly made friends among the guards, though they were nonetheless very confused at seeing you popping up everyday asking to see the same person again and again

but they always came out with either Ran or empty-handed

the times when Ran came out instead, you were still happy to chat with him, the older Haitani listening amused to you rambling on and on about school and life and the past day/week since you've spoke with Rindo

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917 notes - Posted June 11, 2022

#2

Am I Ugly?

Yandere TR Boys

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A/N: some random thoughts, might not be fully coherent (edit: consider joining us on discord! we have cookies and a side of big brain ideas)

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Another day, another after-school outing with your friends. The question of whether your friends thought you were pretty had begun its rent-free life as a random thought you had after your teacher had brought up the saying "Beauty is in the eye of its beholder". It wasn't something you had ever bothered about previously, but the quote somehow managed to hook itself into your brain, and you spent the rest of the day wondering about it.

Did your friends think you were ugly? They did still spent all this time with you, so it probably mattered not to them (and by extension, you), but the curiosity was eating you alive until it wasn't, and the thought was pushed to the back of your head for the rest of the school day. You trotting down the familiar stairs back home after your usual after-school shower to where they were waiting for you near your front door, only to have the thought suddenly rear up again as your friend asked if you were to go.

"Am I ugly?" Well depending on who you dropped that bomb on, the fallout and extent of damage control needed would vary greatly.

Izana would immediately assume that someone had dared utter such blasphemy to you, grabbing you by the arm and insisting you tell him where you had heard that. And when you fail to respond in a timely manner, caught off guard by his reaction, he instead snatches up his gang jacket that he had left draped over your sofas, marching straight for the door before he even put it on fully in an attempt to go and strangle whatever scum dared say something so foul against you - and you knew his first destination would be your school and your poor classmates, given you hadn't been anywhere else. You, of course, were being dragged along so you could point out to him whoever he needed to kill punish. This baby boy is fuming mad, and you better quickly intervene and explain yourself before he has a chance to pull out his phone because oh boy, this is going to get messy real quick. Someone is still going to land in hospital though, whether you know it or not - Izana needs to take his anger out somewhere.

Kazutora, on the other hand, would instantly go into a panic attack, thinking that he must have done something wrong, something that might have implied you were not the most beautiful person he had ever laid their eyes on. This poor baby boy bursts into tears and come running for your arms, trying to tell you that he thought you couldn't be further from the truth but it only comes out as blubbering and whimpering. You were a bit slow to bundle him into your arms like you always did, surprised by his reaction, but Kazutora only took it as a sign that you now hated him for whatever he did, which only makes the waterworks more dramatic as he begs you not to leave him while making a mess on your shirt. Your outing at this point would turn into a stay-in with lots of cuddles and ice-cream as you reassure your friend again and again that it was just a thought from a quote brought up in class, and that yes, you didn't hate him one bit.

Ran would just pause to stare at you for a bit, before burst out laughing at your question. You're a bit puzzled to say the least, but at least you get concerned when he starts doubling over in pain from laughing too hard. One of the few boys who absolutely knows what's up and what you were asking, this boy finds it hilarious that of all the things you could ask him, of all the questionable things your friends had been subjecting you to - it was this that you were the most curious about. Never going to give you a straight answer, instead be prepared for Ran to tease the ever-loving shit out of you for bringing up the question as you two left for your outing, only finally claiming to stop because of your cute pout and whining. Buys you ice cream so that you would stop faking being mad at him.

Mikey would take a moment to look you over with a critical eye, before he would give you his very honest answer with no filter - that he liked this look much better than your usual outfit, and that you should wear this more often. This poor boy probably thought that you were asking for his opinion, which you were to be fair, just not actually on your outfit but on generally what he thought of you. Only realizes that he might have done something wrong when you don't reply him immediately, before quickly (and poorly) trying to backtrack and say that he never thought you looked ugly. You, of course, just burst out into laughter with how innocent your friend really is, before having to stop and promise Mikey a taiyaki because of how hurt he was (or so he claimed at least).

Draken is probably one of those in the privilege group who can easily read your flow of thoughts and know what you were trying to ask - the question was probably just another one of those that you had to blurt out before you self-combust with curiosity. Smoothly tells you that you would always be a cute little bunny no matter what you wear or how old you were, only for you to pout and start insisting that you were strong like them, and that you were absolutely not a bunny. Cue this boy playfully rubbing his knuckles into the top of your head while you squeal. It was a mission accomplished for him - your train of thoughts had been redirected and you were distracted from questions that Draken didn't particularly want to answer on a chance that you thought he was lying (even if he would never).

Baji turns around so fast to blurt out a "Absolutely not!" that he got whiplash. You think he might have strained his neck with that speed since you even got a little jumpy, but obviously that didn't quite seem to bother him. This baby boy grabs your hands and starts blabbering right away but how pretty you looked no matter what you were wearing, his mind in turmoil trying to think of any possible reason why you could be feeling insecure around him, then finally realising what he was saying when you start chuckling and his face instantly flushes red. Don't tease him too much about what he said in his moment of panic because you know he meant it - Baji is just way too shy to admit it. Would still make sure to hint at how pretty you were to him throughout the outing and the rest of the day though.

Hanma would throw one arm around you, tattooed hand pinching one cheek as he bend down to meet your face, asking if you rather he answer yes or no, all the while with his signature sly smile plastered across his face. Similar to Ran and Draken, this boy knows what's turning in your head, deduced that rather than insecurity or bullying, it was probably just something brought up in your classes earlier that day. The question he threw back made you stumble a little, before you realized what he was doing and started whining that he was dodging your very legit question. Hanma would just brush off your accusations and start walking, making off comments about killing to get some karaage now while you hurry to catch up, your thoughts instantly turning to food when he brings up that new store that had just opened down the street.

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My #1 post of 2022

Reader will spend a fortune on hair ties. Baji stops bringing his rubber bands and asks for them from the Reader. Mikey suddenly starts to lose it. Draken pretends that he did not have time to braid at home and does it next to the kira in order to borrow her rubber band. Some boys, who rarely collect their hair, suddenly start doing it more often in front of Reader (*cough* Chifuyu *cough*). "Oh, is that a scrunchie on your arm? Give me please. Mine is torn." Do they return them? Not

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It all started when you offered your hair tie to Baji - you probably shouldn't have offered your spare to anyone to begin with, no matter how miserable Baji looked with his hair down in the middle of summer, whining and complaining about how the only hair tie he had on him broke. Doesn't matter when you pass your hair tie to him, whether if it was just you and him, or you were in the midst of your whole group of Toman friends, the moment that band changes hands, everyone knows about it and that's all it takes to cement the idea in your friends' minds. The game begins.

Begins as just Baji, then Mikey, asking to 'borrow' your hair tie, either using the excuse that theirs had snapped or they had lost it, but Kazutora and Draken quickly catch on to what the other two are doing. And sure enough, the two of them start getting in on the game as well. Draken complaining that his hair tie broke again so could he pretty please have yours, and Kazutora, to your surprise, starting to tie his hair up as well. Mitsuya and Pah are sadly left out because neither have hair long enough to tie, but that doesn't mean they are below swiping those scrunchies from the others. But the game was taken to the next level when Kazutora one day decided to ask if you could help him with his short ponytail (since he didn't have much experience tying up his hair, but insists that its too hot not to do so) after borrowing yet another hair tie from you, and now everyone comes whining asking for you to do their as well.

Mikey coming straight with his bedhead so that you can brush his hair for him as well, Draken snatching you up from your seat while class goes on around you so that you can braid his hair just the way he like it, Baji tugging at your sleeve and refusing to let go until you put his hair up in a ponytail for him. The most prized hair tie is of course the one that you are currently wearing, so the boys are definitely playing a game of chicken, trying to goat one of the others into being the first to borrow your hair tie so that they get the spare, and then quickly being next in line to get your generously offered scrunchie straight off of your hair.

And mind you, it doesn't matter if the hair ties or scrunchies you lent them were pink, frilly, covered with Hello Kitties. Nope, the boys wear those as a badge of honor, since the other Toman founders, and the boys from the other gangs recognize them - even start to subtly flex their collection. Begins by wearing one spare on their wrist, then two, then hanging them secretly off their bags, or on their pants hoops especially if they were going into a fight. And no doubt the Black Dragon and Tenjiku boys get jealous - how could they not having to see Toman with collections of your stuff?

Your scrunchies become almost like a currency, with everyone looking to swipe some of your precious hair ties for themselves. Ran and Rindo found they had the best luck with obtaining some by simply asking you for them, which you were more than happy to "lend" them should they manage to catch you alone without your Toman guard dogs. Izana personally preferred relieving Mikey of his collection, though this usually ends in a fight. This boy didn't mind helping himself either, simply pulling off the scrunchie you were wearing and insisting that you helped him put it on his wrist, much to your amusement. Koko and Inupi earned theirs through a combination of wit and nimble fingers, proudly showing them off against their white uniforms.

You of course had no idea that all this was going on under the surface, only becoming slightly sad at the number of hair ties and scrunchies that were going missing, and at the disastrous amount of money you were spending on replacing them. Never once angry at your friends for not returning them, since you didn't doubt that they would return them eventually, and they must really need those hair ties.

The scrunchie war would rumble on until Baji one day absentmindedly returned the spare scrunchie he had on his wrist to you, realizing what he had done a moment later and having a mental panic, yet only to have you immediately brighten and thank him enthusiastically, lavishing your attention on a now very smug boy while the rest could only watched on jealously. And now the reverse game would start - paying you for your attention in returned scrunchies and hair ties.

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FIXING CUPID’s BROKEN HEART

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synopsis: Many generations ago, Park Sunghoon’s family were the first ever Anti-Cupid, always causing people to get their heart’s broken. The Parks have 2 rules they must always follow. 1, always stay in their disguise when around mortals, and 2, stay away from their enemies, Cupids and to never engage or worse, fall in love. On February 14, a day full of love and the day where So Y/N, the daughter of the Cupids, had her heart-broken. Having a change of heart for a bit, Sunghoon goes to comfort her, later realizing who he engaged with.

In which Anti-Cupid’s child, accidentally breaks the most important rule his family has, and instead of break a heart, fix a heart (and fall in love)

( very important note, so when i mean like staying in disguise, he has to hide his wings and stuff etc!)

cupid’s match — anti-cupid!enemy!sunghoon x fem!cupid!reader

cupid’s disclaimer — bad jokes/humor, swearing but not ( like fxck to fudge, etc) arguments more to add🤗

cupid’s allies — enhypen, 04 of Ive, Hyujin of stray kids more to add

cupids making – 082523

cupid’s words — 623 for teaser

cupid’s note — WOOO THE TEASER EVERYONE PARTY! idk when imma release the whole thing tho. But i hope soon!

Before you read, and sunghoon’s way to say love around his family is hate “ like i hate you too mom!” and you might be confused on how Sunghoon's parents fell in love if they’re anti-cupids, they broke each-other's hearts. Send an ask if you want more info

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“Sunghoon! What do I always tell you,” his mom yelled. “Always to stay in disguise around mortals, and to never engage with Cupid’s,” he replied, groaning. “Always keep it in your head dear,” Mrs. Park said, smiling. “Anyways, hurry up now, we wouldn’t want you to be late.” “Alright mom,” he said, hurrying up to get his shoes on, slowly tying them. “I’m on my way mom, I hate(love) you,” heading out the door. “Hate you too! Breaks some hearts today.”

February 14, the day he and his family hated. All the love in the air, he wanted it to burn to the ground. “Always try to discreetly ruin a confession,” he reminded himself. He could feel that this year will be the year where there will be many confessions he had to ruin.

He walked into Belift High, disgusted by all the hearts, and all the lovey-dovey stuff, he pushed through it. He noticed you, a huge Valentines enthusiast (and it was your birthday). He just ignored everyone until his best friends, Jay and Jake called for him.

“Happy Valenti-” Jake said as Sunghoon was walking to them. “No,” he replied. He hated those words. “You know how much I hate those words guys.” “If I could, I would delete those words from the dictionary!” “I would ev-.” He almost said as the bell rang. “Dang, whatever but you guys know what I would say.” He said. “Even bring them to a fire world.” Jake and Jay said in sync, walking to their classes.

Y/n’s pov.

“Finally! Class is done, and I get to ask him out!” You thought, excitedly. Hwang Hyunjin. The popular boy of grade grade no, the entire school. Today was the day where you’ll confess to him. You’ve guys grown closer from a project in a class, and you think he actually likes you! I mean you’ve seen glances, and he’s given compliments many times before! You actually think you don’t need to use your arrows or love potions!

You meet up with your friends outside. “Today’s the day huh?” Rei asks. “Obviously! I planned out how this will go. It will go perfectly!” You said excitedly. “Well good luck girl!” Wonyoung said, cheerfully. “And you have to let us know what happens.” Liz adds. “Of course, I would tell you guys everything.” You said. “Oh it’s time to meet him! I’ll see you guys later!”

Hearing Good Lucks and Bye’s while waving at them, you feel confident, but oh how it will go horribly wrong.

“Hyunjin!” You said waving, walking into the cute cafe you’d talk about a lot to him. “Hey YN!” He said, waving. Gosh he is so cute! “Happy Valentine's Day Hyunjin.” You said. “Happy Valentines Day YN” he replied back, smiling. “Here I got you your regular.” He said, giving you your drink. He even remembered your drink order! “Do you know why I wanted to talk to you?’ You ask. “Tell me why.” He says. “I like you Hyunjin.” Silence overcame between. “What?” He asks. “I like you Hyunjin, ever since 6th-,” “I’m sorry but I don’t feel the same.” “What?” “I like Wonyoung…” You and Silence became one person for a bit. “That’s okay!” You said,checking your phone. “Oh, um I have to go tho. But don’t worry! It's completely chill with me.” Paying for your stuff, and dashing out, running to the park nearby.

Walking nearby, Sunghoon saw you run out the cafe, curious about the recent event he ran after you. Seeing you on a bench, crying so hard, he sat by you.

“Are you okay?” Looked up at him.

“Why is he asking me if I’m okay?!”

“Why am I asking her if she’s okay?!”

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[drearybanana]

In order to make myself depressed I decided to write down all my longfic wips and categorize how many words they are and how finished they are.

When the Dust Settles- Danganronpa, multiple pairings - 80k words, 75% done.

drv3 kids are rescued before the filth murder and sent to Jabberwocky island to hide from Danganronpa. Not canon compliant because I forgot some of the details about how the third game ended when I started it, then decided I liked the misremembered ending better.

Baby, Don't Hurt Me - Sk8, Tadaai - 39k words, 20% done. maybe. my outline for this one is pretty loose.

Tadashi takes a bullet for Ainosuke, forcing them both to reconsider their relationship. Mostly a kind of Ainosuke rehabilitation fic about him loosing pretty much everything and having to rebuild his life from scratch. Honestly very attached to this one, but it's also sort of a 'Am I good enough to write this the way I want it' kind of thing...

The Snake, the Sun and the Blossoming Branch - sk8, matchasnakeblossom, 29k words, ?????% done.

Sequel to Recovery where Adam is dead and Tadashi is badly injured after their fall of the cliff. Tadashi doesn't know what to do with himself, but ends up with a job as the manager of Sia La Luce. This one is... complicated. I have a lot of ideas but no real plot, or maybe a lot of different ideas for plots that I'm not sure about. TBH I think I've probably written, like 60k words and shuffled them around, deleted and undeleted and I'm just stuck. A big problem is the Adam in Recovery is not really my actual impression of the character? Like, I started recovery very early in the show when Adam was still kind of Skateboard Hisoka so I just made him a pretty one-note villain, so it's hard to try and write all the Tadashi relationship stuff when the adam in that fic isn't really consistent with how I view adam... I still want to write it though. I like what i have and I like the character interactions.

Royal Pardon - hq!!, Sakuatsu, 37k words, 50% done

ABO royalty AU. Sakusa takes over Inarizaki, which was kind of a shithole. Atsumu and Osamu were planning a coup to dispose their father, and Atsumu convinces Sakusa to marry him in order to legitimize him to the people. Sakusa's a suspicious bastard and Atsumu's a tricky bastard. my first ABO fic and I was like 2k in before I realized I fucking forgot about Betas T.T. still, I have a solid outline for this one.

Star Crossed Rivals - p5, shuake, 18k words, 15% done

Up and coming actor Akechi accidentally falls in with Ren, who is working as a barista at LaBlanc. Ann is starring in a movie with Aketchi, and Shido is a retired actor who runs Akechi's talent agency that he joined to get close to Shido.

ok lol, so almost 200k words and five projects I should be working on. that's on top of an 'ideas' doc that's almost at 90k words and a handful of <5k word stories that I spun out into their own projects but haven't worked on much. that includes Plucked Strings, which I published the first chapter of and I have a lot of ideas for, or the full version of my vampire!Langa/hunter!Reki AU I wrote a short story about.

Honestly, now that I'm done wtih the Big Bang and Stolkholm is getting posted I need to decide what to work on. I always kind of want to pick dust settles since I'm so freaking close with it I just want to get it done and out there. I think I have the most momentum with Royal Pardon though...

#and then watch me start an entirely new wip and churn out 50k words for it lol #i mean #it's I think kind of telling of the trouble I have with endings #a lot of times what happens is I write because I'm excited about the story #but then I think about it so much it kind of stops being interesting? #IDK what to do about that #I also occasionally get completely overwhelmed with the feeling that everything I write is horrifically embarrassing #and everyone is laughing at me for writing it #which is a horrifically mean thing to think about both myself and the readers who leave very genuine and kind comments on my stuff #not sure what to do about that either besides... muscle through it? #banana writes #long post

[clear-what-i-was-seeing]

Get to know me 

tagged by the wonderful and amazing @petrowriting!! thank you <3

Share your wallpaper: 

This one’s my home screen, I took a photo of a cabbage when I was like 12 years old and did something to invert the colours and have had it ever since lmao. My lockscreen is this fanart of Will Graham because it’s amazing and gorgeous and I’m obsessed with it

The last song you listened to: Through Me (The Flood) also by Hozier alksdaslkdhf. i’ve been obsessing so much it’s such a good song. i have maybe described listening to this song as a religious experience too many times for someone who has never had an actual literal religious experience 

Currently reading: 100 pages into the Red Dragon book and it is a trip lmfao. it’s so fun seeing the ways the dialogue was repurposed, and the prose is wow, but ohhh boy. thomas harris. babe. get help<3

Last movie: Jane Austen Book Club! i love grigg very much despite his stupid name. gonna start alternating between hugh dancy and mads’s movies bc I’ve been doing that accidentally I think lmao. Last three movies I did went like Confessions of a Shopaholic -> Charlie Countryman -> Jane Austen Book Club. but on the other hand I deeply need to watch like four hugh dancy movies as soon as possible for emotional reasons 

Craving: For it to be like a week from now so I’m healed from my wisdom teeth surgery. also to have no work or responsibilities for a month and just be able to write and read hannigram fics aslkdf. 

What are you wearing right now: this is my first time not being in pyjamas since getting the aforementioned wisdom teeth out lmfao. black pants and dark blue t-shirt

How tall are you: 5’3 </3

Piercings: love the aesthetic yet terrified of getting it done and also them catching on things. I got these clip-on gothic glow-in-the-dark dragon earrings a bit ago from a targeted instagram ad (my first and last time ever doing so) because I have zero impulse control, and they broke immediately. 

Tattoos: none, but have been microwave-spinning the concept of getting a hannibal tattoo since I watched. the heart from primavera would be so cool

Glasses? Contacts?: Glasses, my eyesight is deeply blurry without them

Last drink: classic water, big big fan of the stuff. reminds me of nbc hannibal because because there was water in the show a lot

Last show: watched two episodes of The Last of Us at like 5am yesterday, it was great. also perpetually rewatching hannibal by getting everyone I know to watch, and then watching with them

Last thing you ate: soft tofu in broth. there are, not a lot of vegan post-wisdom-tooth food options (also I’m very picky lmao), so I’ve been rotating between that, vegan ice cream, mashed potatoes, and vegetable smoothie for like 3 days. 

Favorite color: ohhh this is painful, is it a cop-out to say all of them? Big big fan of purple, orange with purple, green, and blue. 

Current obsession: it’s been hannibal and nothing else for 9 months now, and im going strong

Unrelated obsession: not sure if this counts exactly but there’s a writing app where you set a timer and start typing, and if you stop typing for longer than 5 seconds it deletes everything, and it’s so cool. I’ve been calling it stream-of-consciousness writing in my head for like a year bc it’s like a personal stream-of-consciousness even though ik that is not how to use that term alksfhd. I do 3 or 5 minute sprints and store them in one document, then have a second document where I edit and refine, and for a few I’ve put them side to side and colour-coded all my changes and it’s so fun

Any pets: two cats! Miles, my grey one, is extremely sweet, and possibly too smart for his own good. My other one Chico has a very adorable snaggle-tooth, and is incredibly stupid <3. he’s very bad at knowing what direction he’s going or recognizing any parts of the world around him and I love him very much.

Do you have a crush on anyone?: only in that vague abstract way, almost without direction, catching little wisps of the concept of the feeling from scattered bits of interactions with the world around me

Favorite fictional character: im absolutely refusing to choose between hannibal and will so im listening them both and you can’t stop me

The last place you traveled: i’ve literally gone nowhere since the pandemic started </3. i’m in Canada and the furthest I’ve been is just one city to another in the same province like 1.5 hours away. Hopefully going to Italy in the summer though!!

Tagging: @stranded-labyrinth, @valentinsylve, @elvislefilm, @disaster-vampire, @sacha-da-1, @dreamed-itself-waking, @em0fagz, @cannibaltranssexual, @hisjimct, @im-urchin, @ghostforwhat, @f0undationsofd3cay, @det395, @a-pigeons-soliloquy, @mysterist, and anyone else who wants to!

zero pressure, also i’m always v forgetful with tagging so if i missed anyone sorry and ily! 

#clear posts #me #tag game

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Have you ever accidentally deleted something you where almost done writing?

Also, I love your fics! You actually inspired me to write too! :)

Remember to take breaks!

More times than not- and I always swear loudly and have a mini tantrum about it. I've learned how to mostly avoid this as I write all of my requests in Microsoft Word and save them, then I just copy and paste them when I post them here.

My heart is full of rainbows at your words! I'm so honored that I inspired you- usually I just inspire people on trying different foods :P

Thank you for your kind words my dear one!

[threeshotsofespressou]

It's funny how one time I created a whole new story, characters, lands and lore using fanfic I've read and original storyline just so my brain can have some serotonin thinking about gay monkeys. So I'm going to put it here, so I can stop thinking about it too much, plus I don't want to forget about this story I made. The original fic I rethought to myself consists of two parts: 1) https://archiveofourown.org/works/30031797/chapters/73949607 2)https://archiveofourown.org/works/30212535/chapters/74446005

Long story short (if you want to read it now, go ahead, bc SPOILERS) - Macaque and Wukong had an argument over Tripitaka's death since black furred monkey doesn't understand why Wukong cares for the monk so much. He's mortal, so it is not a surprise he died. But it hurts Wukong a LOT, so he leaves. Macaque waits for his partner to return, but he doesn't, so he's searching for him (feeling shittier and shittier without his sun), and deciding he won't let him go again when he meets him. And when he does (during Monkey Kid show) he captures him, blocking his powers and then prisoning him in his dojo. Fic isn't done yet, so I started to think how I can make things work for myself. Which leads us to this post. It's just the Idea of how things might've been go, I will let the author know about it and delete it if they don't like it. I just thought it would be fun to read about it. The beginning is the same - Wukong and Macaque argues, and Wukong leaves. Six Eared is frustrated of course, he doesn't understand why his partner cared for the mortal monk, and not him. So yeah, he waits, and waits and waits. But Wukong still doesn't come to him, so he starts to think why, but it leads to nothing since he has no experience in such thing. He tries to find him, but after countless attempts, he just can't take it and destroys a few random mountains in rage and sadness. After a while he starts to think what he can do, or say to his partner, yet he understands that he has nothing to say really. Macaque still don't know the reason Wukong - the closest person to him, his sun - have chosen monk over him. He would fall into a pit of his own regrets and sadness, just to understand that he have lost the most valuable part of his world. Macaque feels miserable, as anyone would in that situation (if you're not a psychopath). As time goes by, he decides at least not to be pathetic, continuing his existence. He works as a personal mercenary - he can do stuff like finding people/stuff or exorcize demons for a good pay. So that's how he exists, thinking about his mistakes not being able to leave because he still holds hope to meet his dear sun again. The thing is, I wanted them to be together again, BC COME ON I WANT TO FEEL JOY AT LEAST HERE NOT TO SWALLOW SOME GLASS. And there are a dilemma: Macaque doesn't understand Wukong because he has no experience in relationships with mortals (in that fic at least). So how can we fix that situation? The answer is to put some characters who will build bond with Macaque, so he will, eventually, understand Wukong. Not the greatest idea, but I'm not a genius anyway. So on one of his missions he meets a little stranger. The cloak and other clothes covers almost all of their body, plus the mask - so he can't tell who is this person. But when he sees how little one was about to be knocked down in some random dark alley in the part of city where no one would care he took a pity on them and knocked down the attacker instead. Macaque can't tell why he did this, it just felt right to do. He advises to be more careful next time, and after a seconds rustling in his pocket passes them a little peach flavoured candy (the ones he eats from time to time) as he leaves. Stranger, instead of going away, follows him. Six eared tries to get rid of them, but with no result - the new acquaintance followed him no matter what. He even accidentally let them know he thing he needed to get - which wasn't an easy trip - when he was looking on a map of the location with instructions. But then Macaque decides he had enough, and tries to scare lil thing again. It doesn't appear again, so he thought it worked. Then he returns to work, but everything goes wrong this time - he made mistakes, had to fight some guards of the place he sneaked in, etc. When black furred monkey thinks he failed his mission, his previous little intruder appears right in front of him. He assumed that they would make fun of him, but they just handed the thing Macaque needed to get.

The fact that someone offered him a good thing felt nice, so he thanks them and introduced himself. His companion rustles in pokes, taking a candy he gave them (only candy wrapper apparently), pointing on one of the ingredients.

When Macaque glanced on it, it said "Sugar". So their name is Sugar?

With the quiet nod, the little fellow puts off a mask with a hood, revealing a girl, maybe between 13 or 14 yo. The most distinguish feature is her hair - short, curly, and completely white.

He then shakes the hand offered to him as a sign of a new acquaintance. It's 3 am, so I'd write everything else next time

#monkey kid #six eared macaque #shadowpeach #monkey king #sun wukong #monkey kid au

[poisonerrose]

Like Mother, Like Daughter

Okay so this fic is part of an ask challenge I posted a month or ago. But I accidentally deleted the ask so I'm making it's own separate post. Enjoy!

Natalia Arron was sixteen years old the last time she felt any genuine guilt over killing someone.

The murder occurred the night after her father's funeral, and the poor soul she had killed hadn't deserved such a fate.

Her father had been slowly dying for months, and nothing could've saved him. However, the maid had gone above and beyond caring for him when the family couldn't.

She took such good care of him that if it hadn't been for the uniform, a stranger could have walked in and assumed that the man was the woman's father.

The poor woman's only mistake was walking up to the heartbroken, angry, and very drunk Arron matriarch and offering her condolences.

Natalia had pleaded with her mother to spare the maid. She had nearly groveled at her mother's feet, begging her to let the woman go and send her off the island instead. But, Atrisia Arron would not be convinced. All the hard work, diligence, and successful attempts to make the dying man comfortable in his final days meant nothing.

She had listened to the screams for nearly three hours. The maid was almost unrecognizable when her mother had finished taking out her anger. Alive but unrecognizable.

Atrisa ordered her to throw the dying maid out into the woods to let the elements and the animals take care of the rest. However, Natalia and the guards her mother had sent to help couldn't bring themselves to allow her to suffer any more than she already had.

Natalia slit the young woman's throat the very moment they made it into the woods.

They buried her next to a bush of wildflowers that she'd bring in to brighten up the now late Arron's room.

When Natalia finally went to bed in the early morning hours, she vowed she'd never be half as cruel as her mother.

---

Queen Katharine of Fennbirn was twelve years old the last time she cried at an execution.

When Natalia usually brought her to witness a private execution, she would bring her to the dungeons inside the Volroy. She'd explain in full detail what crime the condemned soul was guilty of, and then she would perform the execution.

Natalia would carry out the execution emotionless, carefully cutting into the skin or ensuring that the prisoner did not panic as the poison was poured down their throat. Sometimes the executions would be quick and painless. But most of the time, Natalia enjoyed prolonging the prisoner's suffering.

This one had been different, however.

Instead of going to the Volroy, Natalia dragged her down to the cellar in the manor. She hadn't bothered to tell her who the man tied up in the center was. All Natalia had done was push her towards the empty chair in the corner and order her to sit.

She did not tell her about his crime.

As Natalia stalked around the man, laughing when he tearfully begged for mercy, Katharine was nearly sick with the realization that the man probably didn't commit any crime.

Natalia tortured him for hours upon hours. And Katharine watched, silently weeping, until Natalia decided she had enough. After the guards dragged his dead body out, Katharine had been given only one explanation.

"His father betrayed me and died before he could answer for his crimes." Natalia had told her. "This was justice."

Katharine cried once again in the privacy of her room that night. Before she drifted her eyes closed, she promises herself that she will do everything she can to be more merciful and kind than Natalia.

---

Queen Katharine is almost seventeen when she realizes she has failed to keep her promise.

She is not merciful, nor is she kind.

And much to her surprise, it doesn't bother her as much as it once would have.

Natalia was gone, Pietyr was gone, the dead queens invaded every thought and emotion she had, and each day more and more of her own people turned against her.

Katharine doesn't really care about her previous promises anymore.

She knows deep down in her heart that what she's doing to Billy is wrong. Billy hadn't been the one to murder the woman she called her mother. However, she couldn't bring herself to care. Her desire to cause pain, just so she can ease hers a little bit, overrides all rational thought.

Her anger is far too great for her to resist anymore.

#I know this fandom is pretty much dead right now but I hope ya'll enjoy it #Queen Katharine #Natalia Arron #Natalia's mother #Billy Chatworth #three dark crowns #one dark throne #two dark reigns #five dark fates #Three Dark Crowns fanfic #writing #fanfiction

[ess-presso]

actually fuck tumblr fr cant believe they deleted my ask smh.

fear not im back :)

fic rec for u! it was only a kiss! by remuslives23 (wolfstar, they drink some firewhiskey and accidentally kiss. v cute)

miss taylor: the last great american dynasty, state of grace, & wonderland <3

i'll reanswer ur qs from last time:

ive got no allergies! that i know of at least. im safe for now. i truly fear the day i find out im suddenly allergic to a food i love (can that even happen?? i hope not)

i totally believe in fate, i think everything kinda happens for a reason and everyone meets people for a reason. if its meant to be itll be, and if its not meant to be then its just not meant to be. some things (most things) are out of our control so whats the point in trying to control what happens to us and who we meet. i say we go with the flow (i say this as the most anxious person on the planet who cant handle change or unfamiliarity)

i accidentally messed up a good friendship a few years ago, basically i wasnt there for someone when they needed me (to be fair we were both going thru it so i didnt even realize) but theyre happier now and so am i so all is well.

i wake up bright and early (its almost noon) i gracefully get out of bed (i drag myself out of bed) i make myself a hearty nutritious meal (i make coffee and some toast if its a good day) i get ready for class (i change into sweatpants and brush my teeth) i head to campus (my class is online. i stay in bed for the rest of the day)

fav superhero forever spiderman & daredevil. and thor cause hes a dumbass and funny but PETER PARKER & MATT MURDOCK MY LOVES!!!

id switch lives with someone crazy wealthy like elon musk or jeff bezos so i can drain their bank accounts and donate to people in need and solve world hunger <3 or maybe timothee chalamet cause id love to know what goes on in his mind hes so funny sometimes.

i wish i had written just lovers by zar bc that fic will forever be my favourite thing ever. its just so damn good and to be the author of it would be truly an honour.

i wish i had written maybe the iliad & odyssey cause 1. theyre freaking epic & 2. homer mightve not been a real person so if i was homer i would be an mysterious enigma.

ive never been in love actually, despite being a hopeless romantic. ive liked people but it never got further than that so ig im just waiting for the right person to come along !

im so loud as a drunk. i WILL sing along to anything playing and i WILL dance horribly. im also giggly cause everything becomes hilarious to me. i do sometimes get confrontational too but thats only if i drink white rum, for some reason.

our worst fight can hardly be considered a fight cause its so dumb but she had called me to ask if id be there for her bday party, i said i might not be able to cause i had 4 papers due the weekend of her party and then she got really upset cause she wanted me there and then i got upset cause i wanted to be there really bad but i was overwhelmed with school and exams and we kinda just sobbed at each other for like 10 mins before we hung up. she called me back a few mins later and we both apologized for being stupid and then i told her id get my papers done so i could go which solved our problem. luckily i did get my papers done in time and i made it🎉 i think i wrote almost 10,000 words in the span of 2 days it was torture truly.

prob last time i saw liv which was in january :( damn her for going to a diff city for uni fr. but we walked in circles around this lake for a few hours and chatted shit about the bitchy people we went to high school with & it was lovely.

jegulily i think yes! james has two hands. i havent read any of them yet but if i find a good fic i plan on it. plus i think their dynamic has good potential & i love each of the individual characters so very much so.

10 things i hate about you!!!!!! other favs include: mamma mia, enchanted, 13 going on 30, and princess diaries. tbh i dont watch a lot of romcoms so idek if these technically count as romcoms but whatever i love them so.

IT!!!!!!!!!!!! i was fucking obsessed with that movie in 2017 i made it my entire personality.

qs for u!

piercings vs tattoos?

fav superhero?

fav fic of all time?

what would your animagus form be?

what's your literary archetype? (fun lil quiz, i got ruler )

what are you like while drunk?

is it better to speak or to die?

preferred method of annotating books? (ie. do u add random commentary or do u add insightful analysis)

when listening to music, are u more of a lyrics person or a sound person?

thats all for now! praying tumblr doesnt fuck this one up too🙏

-bee :)

beeeeeeee :))))))

girl u gonna have to forgive me for this but I woke up and Tumblr was like 'u didn't save this draft would u like to restore it' and I was like 'YES MOTHERFUCKER' and it was ur other ask but I will answer these Taylor songs here !!!! and I got a free extra fic rec , so I'll give u 2 in the other ask .

(feeling sorry for ur poor old fingers u soldier)

tay tay -

the last great American dynasty - MARY MACDONALD - that song speaks of love and loss to me and damn it if it isn't Mary macdonald at the end of her life all alone and everything. I mean can u not just see her 'pacing the rocks staring out at the midnight sea'?

state of grace - JEGULUS - that entire song is basically regulus thinking about their love and how it was so unexpected 'I never saw you coming and I'll never be the same' (also James tearing reg's armour down ????)

wonderland - JILY / DRARRY - now hear me out , I think that the chorus bit where it's all 'didn't they tell us' and everything is a split convo between lily and James where she's all sad and depressed and mad and James is just there for her trying to convince her that it'll all be okay and they're fine. now , dreary , because I think 'didn't you flash your green eyes at me / didn't you calm my fears with a Cheshire Cat smile' is such a Draco thing to say about harry. like he would be so so worried and harry would just have this complete confidence that everything would be a-ok.

#ess waters a plant #bee <33 #ess's marauders x ts crossover

[ohpleaselarry]

What is your process for writing these beautiful snippets and stories? Like you come up with these incredibly rare and unique story lines, how do they come up? And how do you plan them? Do you write a draft / outline? Or free ball it? And do you plan your characters personalities or follow l+h original personalities? I'm just so fascinated by your ability to write so well 😭😭😭

First of all anon I have to ask if you accidentally sent this to the wrong person bc there’s no way you’re asking me these things. 😭 second of all this answer got a bit longer than I expected so..

My writing process is very much chaos and pain, if I’m honest. The ideas come either from a dream I had or thought up randomly during a shower, there’s no other option. (I have very vivid dreams, and sometimes those dreams include L&H). I write in my notes app on my phone like an absolute knob, but it’s most convenient for my schedule, and easiest for me to work on while out and about. Can get a lot of work done on an hour train ride, you know? Other than that, I don’t really have a process, unless you count music. I listen to a classical music playlist every single time I write. It’s a must, usually.

Dunno about ‘rare and unique’, though. I rarely read other fics unless I have a lot of time and am not writing myself (which is almost never) so I don’t really know what everyone else is writing. I don’t really try to be unique with them, but if I’m bored writing it, then I delete it. If I’m bored writing it, surely it’ll be boring to read, right? Suppose that’s my standpoint there, so I try to post what I enjoy writing the most, which then becomes the most interesting plots for myself. On this topic, I’ve been trying to get into more tropes/aus/prompts than I ever have in writing previously. In my A-Z series, I usually try to come up with something I haven’t written about before, even if it’s just one little thing in the work, and if it doesn’t work out like I want it to, it’s fine cause it’s just a drabble, y’know? Trying to grow in my writing this year, even if I feel like I’ll never get paid to do it haha. I’m getting off topic, sorry love.

As for a plan/outline, I’ll be honest I sort of have neither most of the time. Unless it’s a long project (like over 80k that requires planning for continuity or chapters) I just open up a new page and start writing until I lose inspo or finish it. There’s pros and cons to this, though. I end up writing a lot, like enough that it keeps me up all night sometimes, but it can also end in too many wip’s at once. While I’m answering this message, I currently have twenty-four works in various stages of completion. Yeah, twenty-fucking-four. I’ll maybe finish three of them in this year, and will probably start five more as well. Sometimes I start a fic and bust out 20k, edited and ready to post, in less than a week. Other times I work on something the same size but for two years. It’s all over the place but I really try to have it exactly where I want it to be when I post it. Suppose I can be a bit of a perfectionist.

As for personalities, I tend to try and stick to what I know H&L to be like, though I don’t feel bad with taking liberties and changing bits for the plot. Of course, I can meet them a few times and see what’s on the surface, I can watch a thousand videos of them in interviews, I can read receipts from others who have met them who repeat the same traits I know to be true, but it’ll never compare to genuinely knowing them, you know? I do my best to keep it canon to who they are, but if I randomly feel like writing a fic where H is a emotionless murderer (see: the animals) I just do, because they’re just fics, y’know? It doesn’t matter too much unless I’m writing canon compliant, so if I’m in an au I honestly don’t think about it too much. Though I can never stray too far, usually.

We only know what they let us see, and no matter what it’ll never be everything, but there’s something beautiful in knowing that the two people you’re writing about are the ones who get to know each other in that everything sort of way. Ugh, don’t get me started on these two fucks, I could gush about how much they inspire me for hours on end.

That’s about it haha. Strange, I never really thought about these things, but I’m flattered that someone was interested enough to ask. Still can’t believe I get more than 10 hits on my works, if I’m honest, let alone a message this sweet.

Thank you so much for this ask, it made my day more than you’ll ever know.

#reader appreciation #I’m literally crying