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inlocusmads · 24 days

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sitting at a park bench ~ trystan x nora (crimes of passion)

wc: 740 | no warnings, general audiences

a/n: Nora and Trystan bid a permanent farewell. That's it. That's the story. Takes place canonically - book 1, ch 18

written for @choicesaprilchallenge24 prompt - 'keep quiet'. It's more of a general theme in the story. the title is based off a simon and garfunkel song - 'old friends'.

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The area near the taxiway was eerily quiet that day. Ruby and Luke had offered their goodbyes earlier; perhaps to give Nora some time alone with Trystan or maybe it was just really a kind gesture, as everyone knew Nora made the grandest of speeches about fifteen minutes before the flight could take off. They saw a few of Trystan’s luggages enter the plane; mostly suitcases. Nora could see the flicker of anxiety he had. He kept playing with a ring on his finger, counting the amount of times he spun it.

They didn’t need to exchange a lot of words.

Nora asked him if he’d been attending his physio appointments. Trystan responded with a hum back, saying he’d been much better. The scar to his stomach was still bandaged.

Trystan asked her if she’d been taking her medications. Rib fractures were no joke. Nora corrected him by saying the worst of her injuries had passed and it wasn’t a fracture at all, in the first place. She carried painkillers in her coat pocket.

They talked some more. Mostly about Trystan readjusting back to his old life. He joked about how everyone would line up to avail the agency’s services, and yet refused to take any of the credit. “Isn’t like me.” he’d said, to which Nora retorted, “Good, there might be some humility left in you after all.”

Both of them had the same thing stuck in their throat. Only difference was Nora used her silence to say the quiet part out loud and Trystan bluntly stated it without any hesitation.

“I wish I didn’t have to go sooner,” he said. “The city has been good to me.”

“Right. Yeah. It isn’t going to go anywhere.”

Trystan chuckled.

“I hope I didn’t say anything wrong.”

“No - no it’s -- it’s a very reassuring thing to say - very grounded. There is a phrase in my language that means something like that. It isn’t going anywhere.”

“What is it?”

Trystan peered at a distance. “Funny.” - he shrugged, scratching his chin. “Must have forgotten it. It is okay. I will remember it when it strikes me.”

Nora asked him how he’d feel about the scar becoming permanent. Trystan gave her a similar shrug. In a while he’d forget how it even happened. Just some sort of a memory somewhere, bit foggy to put it into a picture. He might remember a few things. A dog, a park bench, the distinct taste of an avocado bagel. Nothing much. Likewise you could count on Nora to remember a pasta recipe or a familiar taste of white wine. She’d start telling a story, somewhere to a couple of friends who were willing to keep her company - “I remember when-” and trail off, because she wouldn’t really remember much of it. Fickle was the nature of the human memory and greater was the urge to suppress anything vaguely distressing.

Trystan’s personal assistant gave him a tap on the shoulder. He gave her a firm nod, turning back to Nora. A gust of wind combed through his hair that he didn’t bother retouching.

He hugged her goodbye. She gave him a curt nod on his way up to the plane.

They had plenty of opportunities to say goodbye. Some could have involved the other holding them in their arms; trying to breathe life back into them. This was a better way to say their thank-yous and byes. More constructive. Felt more real. Trystan could go home now; scrub off the blood from his fingernails. Nora could do the same. Their little painkillers and physiotherapy appointments might just work out.

Neither of them wanted to say the real, quiet part out loud, but they didn’t need to. There was a mutual understanding. They could truly say goodbye now.

“Nora!” he turned around, “Let’s keep in touch, okay?”

Both of them knew it was a lie anyway. They’d talk for a while, give up and move on. And yet, she nodded. “Perhaps -- we will see each other sometime soon.”

A small smile danced on Trystan’s lips. “See you, then.”

Both of them knew it was a lie. Just to make it a little better for the other.

Nora stepped away from the tarmac, watching the plane taxi down the runway until it reached the busy, cloudy skies. Hands in her pockets, she walked back once again, melting into a more crowded airport - taking comfort in a familiar commotion of noises.

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a/n: is this a cheap shot at an april fool's joke? probably lmao, but i am so tempted to make this canon.

tagging some people! if you want to be removed from the drabble tag list, please let me know <3

perma: @quixoticdreamer16 @tessa-liam @stars-are-within-me @thosehallowedhalls

crimes: @trappedinfanfiction @ao719 @cassie-thorne @peonierose @moominofthevalley @jerzwriter @dutifullynuttywitch

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sev-on-kamino · 1 year

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30 Days of Blossoming Romance (2)

Day 2: Eye contact across a crowded room (prompt list here)

Cody x femJedi!reader

warnings: Minors DNI just to be safe, this takes place in the space between exchanging confessions of feelings but before things escalate, so it’s suggestive from both points of view, but clothes stay on, and imaginations wander a little

Word count: 990

You only ever tolerated briefings for Cody. You could listen to him talk about anything for hours on end, but your attention span only lasted long enough to accommodate him. Even Obi Wan’s pleasant, almost melodic cadence couldn’t keep your mind from wandering towards Cody.

You found yourself searching for his Force signature whenever you meditated, and you could find it easily now. You were a moon tidally locked to his planet, and you knew it was wrong, but it felt so natural. As easy as breathing.

It had started as a comforting friendship. You were in a new space separated from your Master for the first time since passing the trials, and you were still finding your way. Master Plo knew you needed space from Wolffe as the two of you cared for each other but in the most antagonistic way possible. The constant bickering over who was being the most reckless, who needed the most supervision, who was responsible for whom. Even Plo’s endless well of patience was running low, so he’d contacted Obi Wan to see if some time with the 212th would be possible.

Cody had been the first one to make you feel like you were safe, and had a true place there. Greeting you in the hangar, as you arrived, giving you a tour despite your protests that he needn’t waste time showing you around, and making sure you ate something before showing you to your quarters.

Somewhere amidst the battles where you kept each other safe, the shared meals, the sheer ease of each other’s company, it had gone from friendship to the precipice of something much deeper and far more intimate than either of you were allowed.

You did your best to conceal your feelings. To lock them in the safest part of your heart, but when you were close your Force signature reached for his just as surely as his reached for yours. More importantly during these long, and frequently dull briefings you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him. That was much harder to explain, and Obi Wan’s visiting protégé had been so pleased to let you know you weren’t as subtle as you thought.

The pair of you were sparring surrounded by an eager gathering of troopers, members of your 212th, and Anakin’s 501st. Hand to hand only. No weapons. No Force. Despite his reach and strength, you were keeping pace with him out of sheer will. You owed it to your men.

“You’re pretty good. You probably could’ve taken me down by now, if you weren’t daydreaming about Cody,” Anakin had teased when the pair of you were close enough that he couldn’t be overheard before dancing back out of your reach.

“Kriff you, Skywalker,” you’d snapped, catching him off guard mid-laugh at your outburst, and Force pushing him into the rack of sparring weapons.

The satisfaction had been brief, as he’d retaliated, and things had escalated to the point where Obi Wan had to separate the pair of you. Impressed that you’d put Skywalker on his ass, Waxer had dubbed you Sucker Punch, and the rest of the 212th had run with it happily.

Even Cody had started calling you that, which had made your face burn with embarrassment until he said he quite liked the nickname. Fitting since you’d earned it because of him.

It had pushed you closer to him, made you whisper words of affection in a moment of weakness. A reunion, after you’d spent hours fearing for his safety. Cody had returned your affection, grasping your hand as you cried quietly in the med bay. The first of many invisible threads tying you to one another.

Stuck in yet another riveting briefing, your mind wandered to him, your eyes roaming over his form until you met his regal gaze. There were no less than 20 people crowded into the room, and you could have sworn they’d all disappeared into thin air.

Cody could never resent you, but you made these briefings nearly impossible to get through. Your presence in any space commanded his attention, and he couldn’t deny you. Even now with a full room, that held both his general and his vod, he only saw you.

He held your attention with his, lifting his chin slightly, which made you instinctively lower yours. His eyebrow lifted, and a smirk pulled at his lips. He resisted the urge to shift his weight, at this surprising display of submissiveness. The commander took a deep breath that could have been passed off as being done with this lengthy briefing, but it was a sigh of frustration that he couldn’t lead you straight to his room to show you how your submission would be rewarded.

You tilted your head to one side, as though you were actually paying attention, your hand lifting as if to play with your earring. On its way down, Cody realized your true intention. Your finger tips lightly grazed down the side of the column of your throat, as you bit your lip for a brief moment.

Curious as to what was possible in a room full of people, Cody pretended to absently brush his fingers over his chest plate, lifting his brows towards you. You followed suit, finger tips slipping lower, and dancing over your heart, brushing innocently over the swell of your breasts, as your hand returned to your side and you took a deep breath to center yourself.

This was a heady reminder that no lines had been crossed. He had yet to feel the press of your body against his. He could only imagine how soft your lips were. Only in his fantasies had he mapped out every inch of you.

But the groundwork was laid, and as your eyes locked onto one another across the briefing room, he knew that when the opportunity presented itself, the pair of you would walk over that imaginary line hand in hand.

#tcw cody #the clone wars #tcw cody x reader #commander cody #commander cody x reader #commander cody x you #commander cody x female reader #reader insert #blue writes #seven writes #April showers bring May drabbles #30 days challenge #the clone wars fanfiction

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mammameesh · 25 days

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Paint it Black

Throughout April I'll be participating in Schitt's Creek color drabble challenge spearheaded by @a-noble-dragon. If you would like you can read and subscribe.

Paint it Black

#schitts creek #drabble challenge #the first one is sad #but april 1st is always sad for me

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cilil · 1 year

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X - xoxo

Characters: artist!Melkor/Mairon, modern AU

Synopsis: Melkor is working on a little surprise while he waits for his boyfriend to come home.

Warnings: /

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His phone vibrates on the table next to him, prompting Melkor to put away his paintbrush and check his notifications.

Finally. A message from Mairon.

"Will be home soon. Love you, precious! xoxo"

Melkor smiles and types a quick response before placing his phone back on the table and looking at his painting. Hopefully it'll be ready by the time Mairon comes home, otherwise he'll have to hide it so the surprise won't be spoiled.

Gingerly, he traces his boyfriend's features on the canvas. He's happy with the portrait, yet it could never be as beautiful as the real Mairon.

taglist: @asianbutnotjapanese @edensrose @eunoiaastralwings @floraroselaughter @i-did-not-mean-to @singleteapot

alphabet challenge masterlist | main masterlist | tag list form

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purlturtle · 1 year

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YOTP 2023 - April - "peace"

January, with an explanation | February | March

“May I join you?”

Without looking up, Myka beckoned Helena into the library. Helena knew she wasn’t being snubbed; Myka was simply captivated by her book. It warmed her heart that they had found their way back here - metaphorically and literally.

Helena sat down at the far end of the sofa and tucked her feet underneath her; it was cold and blustery outside today. Myka wordlessly lifted the blanket that covered her own feet; Helena slipped hers under. Their toes touched, their eyes met, they both smiled. Then they went back to reading, oblivious to anything outside their quiet haven.

(on AO3)

#bering and wells #warehouse 13 #yotp 2023 #my fic #tumblr fic #drabble #drabble challenge #April #peace

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janaispunk · 1 month

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constellations in his eyes

pairing: Dave York x f!reader

summary: Your fiancé stands you up on your birthday. Dave doesn’t.

word count: 736

tags/warnings: infidelity, shitty boyfriend, angst, fluff, kissing, able-bodied reader, reader has hair, no use of y/n

a/n: this is based on the song high infidelity by taylor swift and written for @beskarandblasters’s taylor swift drabble challenge. i love taylor and this song and dave, so this was very fun 🫶🏻 check out the whole challenge masterlist here!

follow @janaispunknotifs for fic updates and find my whole masterlist here :)

dividers by @saradika-graphics <3

(apologies to everyone who’s waiting for the next safe and sound chapter, i promise it’s almost done 🫠)

It’s your birthday, April 29th.

Rain is soaking through your dress, the drenched fabric clinging to your skin, wet strands of your hair sticking to your forehead. Unfamiliar lips are pressed against yours. You don’t remember the last time you’ve felt this happy.

You’re supposed to meet your fiancé for dinner tonight. When you call him, you’re already seated at the table, waiting for him to meet you there.

“Give me a break,” he sighs at your demand for an explanation, “I’m sure you’ll find someone else to buy you dinner.”

“Excuse me?”

“You know what I mean. None of those guys from your office available tonight?”

“Fuck you.”

You slam the phone back onto the table, swallowing down the angry tears that are starting to well up in your eyes. You have been dealing with his unreasonable bouts of insecurity and jealousy because you’re working in a male-dominated field for way too long. You had hoped that he would get over it eventually, but it had rather gotten worse, mixed with remarks about how he made more money than you and how thankful you should be that he took care of you.

After staring down at the table for a few moments, you pick your phone back up again. If this is what he thinks of you any way, you might as well give him a reason to.

“Hey. Can you come and pick me up, please?”

Of course Dave could. You’re often assigned cases together, are often huddled up in the office when it’s already dark outside and your colleagues have gone home. You like working with him, like how quiet but straightforward he is, how he understands your way of thinking. You like him.

You’ve been out for drinks before, to celebrate successfully solved cases, but nothing more, no matter how many times he hinted at being interested in more. Because you’re not that kind of woman, despite what your fiancé apparently thinks.

Until now. It’s your birthday and you’re gonna spend it with someone who actually likes being around you.

When you walk out of the restaurant, he’s waiting for you, his brow furrowed in concern, immediately asking if you’re alright. You nod, mumbling something about a change of plans, nothing to worry about. You can tell that he doesn’t buy it.

He’s walking you down the block to his car, one hand at the small of your back. You feel yourself melting into him and his calming presence beside you, into the self-assured way he’s taking charge.

Neither of you had expected the sudden downpour, soaking the both of you to the bone within seconds. You stop in your tracks, staring at him in surprise for a second, before you burst out laughing.

You stumble over your own feet as you try to keep walking and instinctively grab his arm. He turns in your direction and steadies you, an amused smirk on his face, his hands a heavy weight on your hips, his touch burning into you.

You lean in and kiss him before your mind catches up with your actions. He stills for only one moment before his lips start moving against yours with a caressing urgency that makes your heart clench with longing.

Your hands cling to him, to his shirt underneath your fingers that’s just as drenched as your clothes, to the broadness of his shoulders that’s sending a rush of excitement through you. The absurdity of the whole situation makes you giggle against his mouth and you feel the rumble of his own laugh more than you hear it while his arms are wrapping tighter around your waist.

You don’t care that you’re in the middle of the sidewalk, that rain is still pouring down on you, that this is not the man that you’ve agreed to marry.

Because when you open your eyes, he’s already looking at you, the lights of the city reflecting in his dark pupils, like constellations that you want to get lost in. For the first time in forever, you feel seen. Your fingers burrow into his hair and you pull him closer again, connecting your lips with his once more.

When you reach his car, he opens the door for you and asks if he can take you home with him. You say yes.

None of it feels real, but you feel more alive than you’ve felt in a long time.

thank you for reading! if you liked this, please consider reblogging, commenting, sending an ask or interacting in any way. it’s really what keeps writers going <3

#janas fics #dave york #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #dave york fanfiction #dave york x reader #dave york x you #dave york x female reader #dave york x f!reader #pedrostories

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fayes-fics · 11 months

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Benedict: Regency Fic Masterlist

Main Masterlist | Benedict: Modern | Anthony: Regency | Anthony: Modern

Updated April 21, 2024 Listed in ascending order of completion. All x reader unless specified otherwise

❦ smut | ✿ fluff/humour | ❥ angst | ⚣ threesome

Moments ❥ ✿ ❦ main story complete, occasional one-shots ongoing

Innocence ❦

Portrait ✿ ❦

Double Bind ❦ ❥

Lessons ❦ ⚣

Kinktober 2022 Drabbles ❦

March 2023 Drabbles ✿ ❦

Kinktober 2023 Drabbles ❦

One-word Drabble Challenge ✿ ❦

One Word Challenge Blurbs ✿ ❥ ❦

Sonnet #29 ❦

Tell me (all the ways you missed me) ❦

Must we? ✿

I’m not drunk ✿

Fireworks ✿

No Good Advice ❦ ❥

Acting Up ❦

Lightening & Lilies ❦

Beg ❦

Hormones ✿

Swallow ❦

A Treat ❦ ✿

Mine ❦

Insatiable ❦ ✿

Challenge ❦

Breaking and Fixing ✿

Stitches ✿

A Work of Art ❦

Consequences ❦

Temptation ❦

Goodbye, Hello ❥ ✿

Safe ❥ ✿

Inspiration ❦

Blissful ❦ ✿

(Mis)behave ✿

Confessions ❥ ✿

A Birthday Treat ❦ ✿

Comfortable ❦

Riding Tandem ✿

A Close Shave ❦ ✿

Happy Birthday, Mr Bridgerton ❦ ✿

The Things We Do For Love ❥ ❦ ⚣

A Closer Shave [Fic Remix] ❦ ✿

Bella Notte ❦

Target Practice ✿

Cravats ❦

(Be)Longing ❥ ✿

A Change of Circumstance ✿

Cat-Nip ✿

Our Cottage ✿

Second Son ❥ ✿

And One For Luck ❦

Canvas ❦

Stand & Deliver ❦

A Cure for Boredom ❦

Comfort ✿

Enthralled ❦

Refuge ✿

A Welcome Intrusion ✿

Ruler & Subject ❦

Reunited ❦

Reprisal ❦

What The True Poet Describes ✿

Vignette ✿

Eden ❦

To Know You ✿

Benedict Bridgerton x OC Female Character:

Enthralled [x OC version] ❦

Benedict Bridgerton x Sophie Beckett:

Breaking and Fixing [Benophie remix] ✿

Our Cottage [Benophie remix] ✿

Hormones [Benophie remix] ✿

Dividers @/firefly-graphics

#benedict bridgerton #benedict bridgerton fanfiction #benedict bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgerton smut #benedict bridgerton fluff #benedict bridgerton angst #benedict bridgerton x you #bridgerton #bridgerton fanfiction #bridgerton smut #bridgerton fluff #bridgerton angst #bridgerton x reader #bridgerton x you #fic masterpost #fic masterlist #masterlist

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corrodedcoffinfest · 1 month

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Welcome to Corroded Coffin Fest!

This is a fanworks challenge/event that is all about Corroded Coffin. It will take place from July 1st thru July 31st.

Thanks so much for showing interest in this event during this post! If you have friends that you think would like to participate, please considering reblogging this announcement!

The calendar of prompts is located here:

Since there are so many events going on (and we love to see it!) we've decided to set a word count range for this event, so the love can be spread around to more events.

GUIDELINES:

Ideas for works include: fic, art, gifsets, fanvids, moodboards, edits, playlists, or anything else you can think of to celebrate Corroded Coffin!

For fics, there is a word count minimum/maximum of between 300-1000 words per drabble. We'll use wordcounter.net to check the word counts before reblogging, so make sure you stick to that range!

Do one prompt, do them all. Hell, do them all twice! It's totally up to you. You can pick and choose what you're interested in. And we're not going to police how you interpret the prompt. Just use them as a jumping off point to be inspired by the boys of Corroded Coffin, and then share that inspiration with us! (Not everything has to be band related, we encourage you to explore other parts of their lives, too!)

Submissions can absolutely be connected to other prompts from the event, or even past works, but should still be able to stand alone each day.

Every morning a new prompt card will go up, reminding everyone of what that day's prompt will be.

All submissions should include any pairings featured, content rating and any content warnings (CW) or tags that you think are appropriate. Please put the prompt you are fulfilling as well, just to keep things straightforward. A sample could look something like this:

Prompt Day 9: The Hideout, Word Count: 666, Rating: M, Pairing: None, CW: Underage Drinking, Recreational Drug Use, Tags: Corroded Coffin, First Gig, Partying, Eddie, Gareth, Jeff, Freak, The Hideout

Also, please consider putting any explicit material under a read more cut, because anything rated E that's not hidden under a cut will not be reblogged.

For the artists! Your art submission must be posted on the same day as the current prompt in order to be reblogged by this blog. Your piece of art (or other creation) must be Corroded Coffin focused, using any combination of the guys, together or solo. Of course, other characters can be included, too! But you need to have at least one of the CC band members in it for it to count for this event. Thank you!

All ships are welcome, as long as they include at least one member of Corroded Coffin: Eddie, Jeff, Gareth & Freak. (Who I look forward to learning the name of from you all, time and time again!)

Please tag us here @corrodedcoffinfest when you post your work for the day so we can reblog it!

Be respectful of your fellow participants and readers. We're all here to have fun and share the love of all parts of Corroded Coffin.

Definitely feel free to ask me anything if the rules weren't clear in places, or if I straight up forgot something (or if you just have anything else you'd like to ask). You can send an ask/message to this blog or reach out to @thisapplepielife.

Please submit your post by 11:59 PM EDT on the day of the prompt in order to not be missed for reblogging.

If posting on AO3, please feel free to use the collection associated with this event: Corroded Coffin Fest AO3 Collection after your submission has been reblogged by this account.

Most importantly, have fun! We can't wait to see what Corroded Coffin fanworks come out of this new event!

More info below, including full prompt list with jumping off suggestions, the warm-up rounds for April, May & June, and a spreadsheet you're free to use:

PROMPTS:

JULY 1ST - FIRSTS

First gig, first check, first award, first...anything.

JULY 2ND - IN THE BEGINNING

How did Corroded Coffin come to be?

JULY 3RD - BEST FRIENDS

Who are the best friends in the band in your head? Let's find out.

JULY 4TH - EDDIE

We all know Eddie. Let's hear some more about him today.

JULY 5TH - ON THE ROAD AGAIN

Get them out on the road, in any way you see fit.

JULY 6TH - HEARD IT IN A LOVE SONG

Let's have some romance. Any pairing(s) that tickle your fancy.

JULY 7TH - CELEBRATE GOOD TIMES, C'MON

Let them celebrate! Maybe that's a birthday/holiday/celebration show. Maybe it's a wedding, etc.

JULY 8TH - BAND POLITICS

Fight! Fight! Fight! Not everything goes smoothly all the time.

JULY 9TH - THE HIDEOUT

Catch them there, every Tuesday, playing for five drunks.

JULY 10TH - PRIDE

Let's see them celebrate Pride! Or let's see them be proud, etc.

JULY 11TH - JEFF

Let's spend some time with the guitarist of Corroded Coffin.

JULY 12TH - OW!

Injuries happen. Tell me more.

JULY 13TH - SEX, DRUGS & ROCK N ROLL

Tell us about the seedier parts of being in a band! 18+ for adult content, please!

JULY 14TH - AND THE WINNER IS...

It's time for awards season. Do they win? Lose? Let us know.

JULY 15TH - LET'S TALK ABOUT THAT

Press Tour/Interviews. Sometimes they need to promote themselves.

JULY 16TH - STRUGGLING

They're working their asses off, grinding it out, but they haven't hit the big time yet. Or they're struggling in other ways...

JULY 17TH - "THIS ONE'S FOR YOU"

Dedicate a song to someone special.

JULY 18TH - FREAK (GRANT, FRANK, GOODIE, ETC.)

Whatever name you given him, let's all focus on the bassist of Corroded Coffin.

JULY 19TH - IN THE GARAGE

Get them in the garage. Band practice, fixing the van, etc.

JULY 20TH - UNDER THE COVERS

Let them cover some real songs. Or, you know, get under the covers in another way...

JULY 21ST - HATE THIS TOWN

Hawkins. How was it dragging them down? Or, maybe they hate LA...

JULY 22ND - ALTERNATE UNIVERSE (AU)

Use your imaginations and put them into a whole new world!

JULY 23RD - UP AND COMING

They're finally gaining a little traction. Or maybe they're up...and coming. *wink wink, nudge nudge*

JULY 24TH - BEHIND THE SCENES

What's it take to get this show on the road? Or, what are they really like, off-stage? Let's get a peek behind the curtain.

JULY 25TH - GARETH

Bang them sticks! Let's catch up with the drummer of Corroded Coffin.

JULY 26TH - TOUR DATE

Let's focus on a specific show.

JULY 27TH - YOU'LL BE IN MY HEART

Navigating love while on the road.

JULY 28TH - BACK TO INDIANA

Let's go back to Hawkins and/or Indiana. Send these boys home.

JULY 29TH - BEHIND THE MUSIC

You know there's drama. A story. Probably enough for VH1 to come knocking.

JULY 30TH - FAME & FORTUNE

They've made it big! Now what?

JULY 31ST - YOUR SONG

A Corroded Coffin song? A work inspired by a song? A song that makes you think of Corroded Coffin?

WARM-UP ROUNDS:

Let's get a little practice before the full event in July!

Here's a prompt each month leading up to the event to work out the kinks and get in the rhythm of it all!

APRIL 15TH - TAXED

It's tax day. Do they need to pay their taxes? Is this a write-off? Or, are they just taxed from being on the road? Tax them.

MAY 15TH - GET A JOB

Put 'em to work. First jobs, side hustles, etc. Surely they've had some other jobs besides being in the band. Tell us about them.

JUNE 15TH - BAND ON THE RUN

Are they late for a gig? Running from monsters in the Upside Down? On a tour from hell?

Same guidelines as the full event will apply.

SPREADSHEET:

If you'd like a spreadsheet to help you keep track of the prompts and your progress, here's the one I personally use for other events, and will be using myself for this event. If you'd like to use it yourself, just go to File>Make a Copy and you'll get a version you can edit in your own Google Sheets.

Thanks for showing interest in having a Corroded Coffin event this year! ❤️🦇🖤 - @thisapplepielife (and thanks for the help and adding to the prompt list, @wormdebut!)

#corrodedcoffinfest #corroded coffin #mod post #rules #guidelines #eddie munson #gareth stranger things #jeff stranger things #freak stranger things #fanworks event #event rules

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obsessedwithtoomanythings · 1 year

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FOOL

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Reader

Warnings: Fluff. It’s pretty wholesome.

Words: Less than 350?

Author’s Note: So I saw an April Drabbles Prompt List from @durotoswrites and I guess a thank you is in order cause I haven’t written in forever and this got me out of my funk. So thank you again!

FOOL - a person who acts unwisely or imprudently; a silly person.

You were a fool. A beautiful, intoxicating, loving, fool. Not because you lacked intelligence, no - Leon knew all too well of how smart you were, sassy remarks flying from your lips in response to his jabs.

And not because you weren’t wise. Despite your age, you had the wisdom of someone much older, much more experienced. He had witnessed that as well, more times than he cares to count.

You were a fool for loving him. A fool for believing that he wouldn’t one day be ripped from your grasp, removed from this world as quickly as he was brought into it. A fool for opening your heart, so warm and welcoming that he had caved, walked in and left a piece of himself there for you to nurture. A fool for being nothing but a rock for him. A home.

But then again, maybe he was the fool. After all, he’s the one who dropped to one knee with tears in his eyes, practically begging for you to take the last piece of himself you hadn’t already accidentally claimed. His last name.

#leon kennedy #leon Kennedy x reader #leon x reader #april drabble challenge

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cold comfort for change ~ trystan x nora (crimes of passion)

wc: 930 | strong language, gen audiences

A/N: Five years later, Nora finds herself with new friends, but something prompts her to think about giving her past a chance.

A sort of follow-up to sitting at a park bench just because. Song title inspired by pink floyd's 'wish you were here'.

Thank you to @aallotarenunelma for suggesting the prompt from the @choicesaprilchallenge24 - “a picnic?! Have you swallowed a romance novel?”

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Nora finished her last glass of fig liquor for the night. She didn’t know how she ended up ordering it, she just did. Next to her Dianne and Moritz had their heads down, passed out. You kind of learned to pull yourself together, so you didn’t ask for another glass even though you’d managed to convince yourself just one more wouldn’t hurt. Nora went through her contacts, to find Ruby Webster had given her a call. Been a while since they’d spoken, she must want to catch up over coffee.

“Hey, what’s new? How - how long has it been?”

“Yeah- well it’s all the same here.” she heard Ruby’s after-work exhaustion kick in. “Saw your old friend on the news- I don’t even watch it- but where were we?”

“Where were we?”

“Yeah. Where did we leave things off?”

“I dunno - you’ve told me enough about Massachusetts for a while.”

“Did I mention? Siobhan took me out for a picnic. Yeah - she - we’ve been like - super under the weather, cooped up with work - she just went- hey let’s do a picnic and I - I could not even fathom the words coming out of her mouth-”

“Siobhan? The Siobhan?”

“It’s like she swallowed a romance novel. Fucking Jane Austen shit, like - who does picnics anymore? Who?”

“C’mon, you know you liked it.”

“Yeah - she’s into birdwatching, so she definitely liked it.”

Words, words, words. Blah. It didn’t feel like how they used to be. Ruby no longer had a place for Nora in her life. Nora had moved on and they could only perhaps wish the other was there with them. They’d moved on from old fears to new, smaller bowls to big ponds, and had different things to care about. Yet they talked as if nothing had changed, year after year. Didn’t bother changing their profile pictures either, which still had a Ruby, five years younger. Nora hadn’t bothered making any effort to change her picture from the default. Same old pictures in their camera roll. One of Ruby and Luke in front of the Harvard sign; one of Nora awkwardly holding a thumbs up sign.

“Yeah - yeah- oh fucking hell, trying to learn Gaelic for Siobhan is like - I don’t know - I just cannot- I’ve given up five times - speaking of which, hey, remember Trystan?”

“Who?”

“Didn’t he teach you some Drakovian?”

“Oh - what happened?”

“Yeah - yeah I’m getting to that - they were on the news, right? Looks like he’s coming to New York for -- some summit or whatever, like they are part of a -- list of delegates. Huh. Prince Trystan. Like - I can’t really wrap my head around that, but whatever. Been a while, yeah?”

“What’s it about?”

“Dunno. Damn it, stop quizzing me on the technicalities. You can’t count on me to read the -- read every intricate piece of news detail, come on Nora-”

“You hate boring longform content, yes.” she answered, taking a swig of another drink that had miraculously appeared on her table.

“You’re going to say hello?”

“To whom?”

“Trystan.”

“I don’t know. It’s been- how long-”

“Hasn’t been that long.”

“Nah.” she shrugged.

“Yeah-” Ruby sighed. “Been too long. What are you doing?”

“Sunday night. Where else would I be?”

“Say hi to Moritz and Dianne for me.”

They hung up. Nora sobered up a little, drinking some cold water and reaching into her pocket for some sunflower seeds to pop into her mouth. She Googled Trystan and clicked on the first news article. A crippling surge of deja vu took over - having to look up her friends on the internet instead of calling them. She wouldn’t have known Luke was on a roadtrip with his old buddies - perhaps saving herself the embarrassment of not knowing what he was up to. Still, Trystan was something like a friend, she supposed. She forgave herself quickly.

Trystan was coming to New York for a meeting.. She had his contact in her phone. A few taps gave her his email address, same as five years ago. Nora gave the number a daring call, letting the phone ring before promptly cutting it off. Everything felt the same, except Nora didn’t feel quite like Nora. The one that cared enough to call and go - “Hasn’t been long, right?”

Maybe somewhere else, she wouldn’t feel so different. That she’d be prompted to care.

Maybe somewhere else, she’d reach out. Ask him if he’s still taking knives to his stomach, ask them if they still get newspapers specifically subscribed to, just for the crosswords. Ask him if he’s ever speaking in his native tongue again and whether he can fit into it like a shoe - a preschooler’s first time tying their laces on their own or whether it has jagged ends like a knife that can’t quite cut things right. Perhaps he’s still eating the same dinner, listening to the same few songs, watching films Nora had once recommended.

Perhaps he’s now talking to his siblings. Maybe the weather back at home was just pleasant enough to have some of Trystan’s own picnics. A kinder person now, just the way he’d have wanted himself to be. Perhaps “see you then” meant “see you now.”

But “we will see each other again” didn’t bring about the same level of optimism as “see you now” did. Somewhere else, Nora’s a different shade happier, but she didn’t miss it. You didn’t really miss a life based on the hypotheticals alone, right?

They’d already said their goodbyes a long time ago.

“Hey-” she woke Moritz up. “Get Dianne up. I’ll go start the car.”

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A/N: Thank you for reading!

Tagging (new list):

perma: @stars-are-within-me @thosehallowedhalls @tessa-liam @jerzwriter @quixoticdreamer16 @dutifullynuttywitch

crimes only: @trappedinfanfiction @moominofthevalley

If you want to be tagged/removed please let me know <3

#trystan x nora #my drabbles #w:inlocusmads #choices april challenge #trystan thorne x mc

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30 Days of Blossoming Romance (5)

Day 5: Admiring them from afar (prompt list here)

Fives x afab!reader

warnings: none unless you count the dangerous levels of dehydration from being so darn thirsty for Fives 😅

Author’s note: I didn’t even bother with the random generator because it’s day 5, and there’s no way I could resist writing about Fives. I’m weak, ok? Might fuck around and do a part 2 for when they leave the bar 👀

Word count: 903

You had played it cool for as long as possible because Fives was cool. Effortlessly so. But playing it cool had grown difficult the more you let your feelings for him take root. You didn’t want to be aloof or vague. You didn’t want the chase. You wanted to be with him, wanted to be his.

So you’d made your move, laid your cards on the table. Games were fun, but you were done playing. Fives had grown quite serious with you, and for the first time you saw the strength and conviction of an ARC trooper shining through. He didn’t want to play either. He didn’t want there to be a question about where his head was, or where his heart was. Both were hopelessly focused on you.

You sipped your drink, tucked into your booth at 79’s with the other nat born medics and officers, who had ventured out to blow off steam. There was a debate going on between your friends about which trooper was the most attractive. Normally, you’d be in the middle of that conversation, but why debate when the obvious winner, himself, was at the bar, ordering a round for his table?

“Paging Dr. Daydreamer!” One of your friends said waving a hand in front of your face.

“What? What’d I miss?” You asked tearing your eyes away from Fives.

“We were asking who you think is hotter between Commander Cody and Commander Wolffe?”

“Oh, I hadn’t really thought about it. Wolffe’s kinda intimidating,” You said, taking another sip of your drink.

“Ah, and by intimidating you mean he’s not Fives.” It wasn’t a question. That was the flaw in every man. Clone or not.

A chorus of ‘oohs’ raced around the table. Your friends were well aware of your feelings for the ARC trooper, and couldn’t resist teasing you just a little.

“Oh hush!” you fussed, turning to look at Fives as he passed out shots to his brothers. “It’s not my fault. I mean look at him.”

Your friends followed your gaze, and softened a bit. They liked seeing you so smitten, and Fives was easily one of the best troopers to work with.

“And think about it,” you continued, “he’s as kind as he is gorgeous. He just ticks all the boxes and then some.”

You smiled as you watched him, holding court and telling some elaborate story. The way his eyes sparkled, as he gesticulated wildly, no doubt describing a fireball of some sort was captivating. And that damn smile. He could light up any room he walked into with that heart stealing grin of his.

“I can’t believe you’re actually sitting with us, and not draped over him right now,” one of your fellow medics teased.

“I don’t get to see you guys that often anymore,” you said turning to face them, before adding with a cheeky grin, “And I’ll be leaving with him.”

“There it is!” one of the communications officers cheered, downing the rest of their drink.

You looked over to his table one more time, happy to see him laughing and having fun. He looked up and met your eyes, a softer smile. Just for you.

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Fives was a flirt. This was a known fact just like stars being hot, and space being cold. He didn’t have to turn the charm on, because it was baked right into his personality. With you though, it was so much more than that.

He’d been drawn to you the first time you’d patched him up, mid firefight, eyes bright, gentle yet confident. An actual angel, dodging blaster fire like it was nothing. After that, he’d made every excuse in the galaxy to see you, hoping to charm you into his arms.

The ARC trooper had whipped out his best lines, and your reactions only encouraged him. Your shy giggles when he’d call you beautiful, the vulnerability in your eyes when you had to look up at him because he was so close, and the way you said his name like he was a God. He was so weak for you. He wanted you to be his in every way.

So when you’d made the first move. Laid your feelings bare for him, he’d felt the weight of what was possible with you settling comfortingly around his shoulders. You were trusting him with your precious heart, and he’d be damned if he made you regret it. Finally he could look at you, and know you were his.

And look at you he did. All the time. Every chance he got. Even now, despite the fact that you’d both agreed to meet up at the end of the night, he kept stealing glances at your table. You were stunning as always, wearing a white crop top, and a blue mini skirt. Always sporting his colors.

You were so gorgeous when you laughed, sipping at your drink with a happy little shake of your shoulders. How could he resist?

Mine, all mine, he thought before one of the troopers commanded his attention and requested he tell the story of his latest brush with death. He could give his brothers his attention for now. They deserved it too of course. He’d have all night to focus on you after all.

He snuck in one more look pleased to find you were giving him your attention. He smiled softly, feeling like the luckiest man in the galaxy.

#tcw fives #tcw fives x reader #tcw fives x you #reader insert #arc trooper fives #the clone wars #star wars the clone wars #April showers bring May Drabbles #seven writes #blue writes #30 days challenge #tcw fives x fem!reader

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Hello, I am slowly figuring out how to use tumblr effectively. I thought I'd give an update on fics I've written in 2024, but keep forgetting to talk about here in a meaningful way.

As We Go Hand in Hand (explicit, gentlebeard, 7100 words) follows Ed as he processes the past few months while living on the island with Stede, massively in love but struggling with himself. I wrote it while feeling a lot of delayed grief around the (confirmed) s2 cancellation, and while it's sad at points it's also quite romantic I think. I really love this story.

Behind Closed Eyes All I See is You (explicit, gentlebeard, 5300 words) is a smutty PWP my dear friend @chaoticturtleturtle invited me to write with her. Stede lets Ed take the lead in a scene with some sensory deprivation, pwp, and aftercare.

like sugar to my heart (mature, gentlebeard, 4200 words) is a silly fic I wrote for my Animorphs OFMD AU co-writer as a birthday gift. Our blue four-legged four-eyed mouthless alien Stedeth gets foiled by a vending machine (based on the tumblr art of the giraffe centaur), and Ed consoles him.

like a bird (teen, gentlebeard, 3700 words) with @ghostalservice gives some backstory about Stedeth's life prior to the events of our 177k fic and features some very cute art of Mary and Stede's children (as Andalites, of course) by @theogem

Stede’s Cursed Red Suit as a Metaphor for Grief and Moving On (teen, stede + izzy, 1717 words) explores the squishy time of season 2, episode 5, and the dynamic between Stede and Izzy in season 2 overall. I am also obsessed with how Stede acts in the cursed suit. I find their s2 relationship really interesting so this is me looking a bit at that via a missing scene starting with Stede yelling OH FUCK OFF.

Calypso’s Dawn (explicit, gentlebeard, 1800 words) centers around how Ed made his boyfriend blush the morning after Calypso's birthday and how Ed feels about it. I love this fic. I've been trying to challenge myself to write more self-contained, shorter stories and this one turned out really well imo.

Life as a Series of Forward Rolls (teen, gentlebeard, 9900 words) features Stede running into his teenhood crush, the gold medalist in men's gymnastics from the 1996 Olympics. This fic also centers around a Barbie doll in Ed Teach's likeness, which @swashbuckling-sweethearts made an INCREDIBLE art of (embedded at the end of the story), inspired by my own 1996 Olympics Barbie. Silly and light modern AU!

Did you mean to do that? (teen, gentlebeard, 700 words) explores Stede's grief around Ed dying, even when he knows Ed is alive. I had no idea I would be so interested in writing missing scenes, but long conversations with friends have really ignited me in exploring these. (The length - I was trying to channel @brigdh, whose ability to write devastatingly brilliant drabbles inspires me, and I'm pleased with this one!)

Perfectly Ordinary Tuesday (mature, gentlebeard, 4900 words) with @ferventrabbit follows Stede and Ed deciding to get married on a perfectly ordinary Tuesday, and drag their inn guest Dave along for the ride. We split up writing the vows, and I balled my eyes out writing mine and then reading em's. This story is fluffy and fun, and it was a great way to start 2024. :)

What's next: I'm working on or noodling a lot of projects, solo and with different collaborators. Imminently, I've got a fic with @veeagainsttheday coming for AUpril on April 1st. Hoping to get something else out in April for @ofmdjanuaury's AUpril 2024 event, which I highly encourage folks to check out - it's for all sorts of creators!

@ghostalservice and I continue to think about our blue alien Stede and his human boyfriend Ed. Wanna Fly Away was such an important project to me while we were writing, and it's become even more special as folks find it. WFA now has art embedded in most of the 15 chapters, so if you haven't seen those check it out. More to come in that space.

Where was I going with this? Well, I suppose I want to say I'm still here. OFMD changed my life, and the OFMD fandom community is deeply important to me. I still hold out hope for a third season, or a follow-up that brings us more closure, but no matter what I'm still thinking about our pirates and will for a long time. If you read this far, thanks for being part of my community. <3

#ofmd #our flag means death #gentlebeard #ofmd fanfic #my fanfic #stede bonnet #edward teach

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G - Gold

Characters: Melkor/Mairon

Synopsis: A tiny dragon attempts to hoard Mairon.

Warnings: /

Drabble

"Ow! My hair!"

Melkor looks up and chuckles when he sees a tiny dragon hatchling with a lock of Mairon's beautiful copper and golden hair in its jaw, pulling on it furiously as it attempts to stop the Maia from leaving their shared bedroom.

"You need to teach them some manners!" Mairon complains, shooting the Vala a vicious glare while trying to free his hair, yet Melkor keeps grinning.

"You know they love gold, precious. Besides..."

He walks over and gently coaxes the dragonling into letting go.

"I suppose they must have heard me say you are my greatest treasure."

taglist: @asianbutnotjapanese @edensrose @eunoiaastralwings @floraroselaughter @i-did-not-mean-to @singleteapot

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jwirecs · 1 year

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Recommended BTS Fics of April 2023💖

hello, hello! here are my bts recs of april! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers 💝

** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **

🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite

Nothing’s Changed || @hoseokhasmyheartxx🔞💕💔✅

↳ You and Yoongi have been best friends since college. The rest of your friend group wants to go on a couples' trip, leaving you and Yoongi to share a room. But to your surprise, your room only has one bed... will the two of you be able to get through the week without letting the other know how you feel?

Boy’s A Liar || @thvhoe🔞💕💔✅

↳ You have been at odds with Jungkook for some time due to his rejection of you in high school. Likewise, he dislikes you because you are still holding on to him when he is not good for you. When Jungkook suddenly starts dating your best friend, the tension between the two of your reaches an all-time high. However, what if your friend has been keeping a secret from both of you all along? Something that might change everything, opening up a new world of possibilities and causing you to reconsider your feelings and actions.

The Package Thief || @blog-name-idk💕✅

↳ You have a new neighbor who is incredibly attractive. Unfortunately, he seems to hate you for no discernable reason at all. Does he think that just because he's hot, he can get away with being an asshole?

Basketball!Yoongi || @bubmyg💕💔✅💯💯

↳ Anon: hi! i’m not sure if you’re accepting requests or not.. but if you are, can you please write a yoongi imagine where he teaches his gf how to play basketball? or maybe teaching her how to spin the ball on a finger skdjsks (read this one too, shts cute af)

Ditto || @kooktrash🔞💕💔✅

↳ you’ve got everything you need right now, amazing boyfriend, amazing job, amazing friends, but when you receive life changing news you’re not sure how to bring it up to your boyfriend. your indecisiveness and failure to be open with him puts a huge toll on your relationship and he just wants to know that if he continues to love and walk the same path as you, you’ll do the same and ditto.

F*ck Off (Heart.png) || @thvhoe🔞💕💔✅

↳ When Jungkook finally decided to take the leap and act on his idea that he has been contemplating for months now; getting a tattoo dedicated to you.

If It’s Not You, Doll. || @jjkhz🔞💕💔✅💯

↳ Being in an open relationship with Jungkook can make you insecure, getting hate comments daily. But one day it gets that bad you betray his trust, and he makes it all up for you.

Kyoho || @jeonqkooks🔞💕✅

↳ You love your grape boy, and your grape boy... well, he might just love you a little too much.

Love Bug || @here4btsfics 🔞💕💔✅

↳ A collection of stories and drabbles with my comfort couple Jungkook and Love Bug as I affectionally call her. They were my first couple to write in over a decade and I hold them very close to my heart.

R U Mine, Bunbun? || @thvhoe🔞💕💔✅💯

↳ Moving in with Jungkook brings its challenges, and to make things even more complicated, Jisung, one of your closest friends, has been acting weird lately. Just a you’re starting to worry that your friendship might be in trouble, Jisung shows up uninvited with some news that leaves you reeling. You’re not sure how to react or even how to feel. You love Jungkook, but Jisung has been a constant presence in your life for so long.

Until I Found You || @jooniescaffe🔞💕✅

↳ your boyfriend plans a breathtaking couple's weekend getaway, there couldn't be anything better than the two of you spending some romantic quality time but what if he has a life changing question to ask you?

Yours To Keep || @ugh-yoongi💕✅

↳ Anon: hiiiii my love, can't wait to torture bee for her birthday (because yoongi hasn't done enough of that). little on the nose, but can i request domestic yoongi celebrating a partner's birthday? i just think he'd be really sweet & thoughtful with it love u, thank u <3

Build A Boyfriend || @amethystwritesbts🔞💕💔✅💯

↳ When your heart is broken after a devastating breakup and you need a date so you don’t look as pathetic as you feel - what’s a girl to do?

Choco Bun || @nunchiimagines💕💔✅

↳ When you moved to Korea after finishing college to continue pursuing latte art and baking, the last thing you were expecting was to open up your very own coffee shop under BTS Corp, Korea’s biggest entertainment service company for idols, models, singers, and more. Thanks to your hard work, creativity, and approachable personality you managed to become friendly with some pretty big named individuals as well as up and coming talent. As exciting and fun as it was for you, you slowly began to realize how much your 7 bosses weren’t particularly fond of this, acts of jealousy, pettiness, and aggression poking through in the most unsuspecting of ways. But what could 7 big named dragons want with a little foreign bunny?

Close Call || @xjoonchildx💕💔✅

↳ burying your head in the sand won't change the fact that the man you love walks a thin line between life and death. and sometimes you can't outrun your worst fears.

I Know Places || @risingode 💕💔✅

↳ you never imagined that reluctantly attending your brother's fraternity party would end up in you finding solace in his best friend, Jungkook. yet you do, and it leads to you sneaking around and beginning a secret relationship, but when Jungkook's childhood friend transfers to your school, the pressure mounts and you start to question the future.

Just Pretend || @darlingwoe🔞💕💔✅

↳ yoongi never imagined that he’d have to make a deal with his son’s shy school teacher; that is, until he’s invited to his ex-wife’s engagement party.

No Blueberries || @gyukult🔞💕💔✅

↳ no more!taehyung gets his heartbroken to the point he doesn’t even love his favorite fruit, blueberries, anymore. then he meets you, the complete opposite of the girl of his dreams, and suddenly, blueberries taste sweet again.

No More || @gyukult🔞💕💔✅

↳ yoongi doesn’t like your consistent pining, and one day, after finally coming to terms that he will never reciprocate any feelings back, you give up. yet, for some reason, yoongi is the one who can’t come to terms with the consequences of when he says ‘no more.’

The Lingerie Era || @yoon-kooks 🔞💕✅

↳ Sending Min Yoongi, aka your ridiculously hot neighbor/childhood friend, a photo of yourself in lingerie might be the best or stupidest mistake you’ve ever made.

Tuesdays || @axialitae💕💔✅

↳ you believe your very reserved, reclusive roommate jungkook is a peculiar boy who’s far too concerned with how you spend your tuesdays.

Two Point Five. || @bratkook 🔞✅💯💯

↳ who would have thought booking a handyman from an app would lead to this. sure, you wish he’d mount you instead of just your television, but you could totally be friends. right?

Combined Beings || @numinousher🔞💕💔🔄💯💯

↳ You are bullied on a constant because korea’s beauty standards do not fit girls on the heavier side. The bullying gets worse once a ceo is attracted to you and he mentions you to the other 6

Out Of Love || @sweetlike-sugaaa💕💔🔄💯

↳ Everything was perfect, or at least you thought it was. What happens when you break up with your 7 boyfriends and have to deal with the aftermath of it all?

You Belong || @imnotlauriane🔞💕💔🔄💯💯

↳ Some say you only have one chance at love, others believe that the first one is always meant for failure, but it's a widely spread belief that mates are meant to be together, that they are perfect together, the ideal union...

Sit. Stay. || @daechwitatamic🔞💕💔✅💯

↳ Your new puppy, Zinnia, has turned your world on its head. She’s ruined everything from your sleep schedule to your favorite shoes, and you know it’s your own failure to train her properly. When your cute upstairs neighbor tells you about a local obedience academy, he slowly starts to make himself a place in your schedule, your life, and your heart. After your last relationship went up in flames, will his affections be something else you can count as a failure?

Switched || @i-am-baechu🔞💕💔✅

↳ There was a rumor through the school of Bangtan that there were seven witches in the school but L/N Y/N thought that was stupid. Being in her final year of school, she could finally leave the rumor behind her and move forward with her life with her best friend, Yeri. Meeting the class president by running into him wasn’t the plan but what most definitely wasn’t the plan was switching bodies with him. Now, what's going on in this school?

Do check out all of the other BTS Fics that i have reblogged as well!!

** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **

#bts scenarios #bts fluff #bts angst #bts smut #bts hybrid au #bts enemies to lovers au #bts friends to lovers au #bts established relationship au #bts fake dating au #bts fic recs #bts recs #bts strangers to lovers au

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in love & in war: the one where he meets you

Description: Join Ciel, the Earl of Phantomhive, as he embarks on one of the most difficult challenges of his professional life: getting you to fall in love with him in order to become the next chairman of TransAtlantica— your father’s vast shipping empire.

Warnings: The reader’s opinions are a bit old-fashioned, and they don’t reflect my own! Besides that, I’m sure there will be some explicit content down the line, but honestly, this story is much more romcom than our usually scheduled programming. It’s just a silly palette cleanser in season for Valentine’s Day.

Author’s Note: Hi! You guys expressed that you guys like more frequent posts, and I’ve reached a bit of a roadblock on my main Ciel fic right now. I thought I would write up a quick beginning to a potential drabble series! If you guys are interested in this premise, let me know! It’s fun to write such chill stakes content for once lol. Also, this isn’t based off a particular request! I’m still playing with my ideas from those, and at this point, I can confidently say you guys are getting either a one shot or a 1-3 part series based on one. Thank you all for submitting, and feel free to keep them coming.

Happy Reading!

- Dan

MASTERLIST

In Conference

April, 1895

Your life was nowhere near as easy as it seemed.

Perhaps, the average onlooker might see you and presume that the expensive jewels wrapped around your neck and your fingers were the most burdensome aspect of your privileged life. Or perhaps they might have thought it would be the pinch from your stately heels or the strain from a brilliant, yet strategic, permanent smile.

Your business smile. Your future-Countess-of-Richmond smile.

But they couldn’t have been more wrong.

This very moment was exact proof of that— you were in the midst of your world collapsing. The abject shock rattling through your mind was akin to a nightmare. Your eyebrows pulled together in a contentious pout, the horrified look you used to get away with your most childish crimes from your parents.

“Marriage? Simply not.” You begged, alreadying feeling your will to fight waver under your father’s tired stare, your mother’s pained grin. “I’m only—”

“Of perfect age to begin looking for a potential partner. 22 is well past ready, I would say,” your mother answered for you.

“I would be— but—” you sputtered like a fish out of water only to inhale deeply through your nose. You needed to collect yourself. Negotiate thoughtfully and logically. That was the only way to get yourself out of this.

“Speak with intent, Y/n,” your father interjected boredly, retraining his attention on the business reports he was reading. He fixed his glasses, pushing them further up the bridge of his nose.

Speak with intent. You knew those words well. They were your solace, the lighthouse in the storm that came with childhood temperament. Your father, no matter the cause of your distress, would answer: Speak with intent.

“Right,” you cleared your throat apologetically, glancing down at your hands as they sat clasped in your lap. “Sincerest apologies, sir.”

Your father hummed, eyebrows jumping a fraction of a centimeter. He picked up his pen and scribbled his signature at the bottom of the report. Your mother’s hand fell on the nape of his neck to make him turn his gaze back up at you. He hesitated before doing so, waiting to click a stamp onto the signed report.

“I do not wish to marry,” you enunciated your words carefully, confidently. “At least, not yet,” you added, now catching your father’s attention for the blunder. “I’ve yet to meet someone I love,” you felt your face redden, a desire to run back to your room threatening to overtake your fortitude. You were only so strong under your father, the Earl of Richmond’s deliberation stare. It struck fear into the other side of conference tables, lecture halls, and courtrooms. And now, across his desk at his only daughter.

Before your father could remind you that love wasn’t the most important aspect of a successful marriage, your mother interjected gently.

“What about the Duke of Clarence’s son, Antonio? He seemed to like you,” she prompted. Wrongly. You’d danced with Antonio at the Summer Solstice gala that the Pembroke family threw annually. The man opted to use the waltz’s entirety to brag about his family’s Italian vineyards and his love for agriculture. And, of course, his admiration for your father’s entrepreneurial genius. His shipping empire, TransAtlantica, had just successfully fortified shipping systems in all of the states; a step forward from simply cycling through all major ports along the east coast.

“He doesn’t love me,” you complained, “he loves TransAtlantica. He’d much prefer to marry our family corporation!” Antonio was suitable. He was decent, but that’s all he truly was to you. It’s all he ever could be.

You met your mother’s eyes pleadingly, and she pursed her lips, fully knowing the next words out of your mouth. You had a deal. From a young age, you knew the Richmond family, the Y/l/n line, respected contracts more than all else. Since you turned 17, you had one signed by all three parties and dated.

Your mother sucked in a breath through her teeth. “I remember the deal,” she said, taking a moment to consider her own words. The corners of her lips twitched as if she was attempting to hide her amusement with you. She understood— her own father, your grandfather, was just as militant, stiff with professionalism. Promises were negotiations with terms, signatures, and stamps. There were no arguments this way. “Dearest,” she addressed your father, the hand that was on the back jumping to his shoulder, “you do as well.”

“Do you?” You challenged, indignantly crossing your arms. “I request you restate the terms, mother.”

“If we are to pressure you into marriage before you feel ready, you must consent to the courting party,” your father took the liberty of answering gruffly. He squared his shoulders, regarding you purposefully— equal parts exhaustion and respect for your endurance. He cultivated it, after all. It was a fire that burned in your family for generations, as sacred as a temple flame.

“Yes,” you affirmed, “and so, I must choose the man I wish to be with.”

“With respect to your titles— no one below your station. And he must be chosen by the end of this courtship season,” your father added, negotiating. He tilted his head, analyzing your next move.

You knew of the first term since you were a child. You even remembered the exact day you learned them. You were a young girl, a little younger than seven. A young commoner boy had attempted to hand you a rose. Your maid at the time had scolded him for standing in the way of a noble family, since he had stepped out in front of you. It was a discernible moment, truly.

As for your father’s second term… you were unconvinced such a thing could be done.

“The end of the courtship season is in four months,” you replied, frowning. You were sure you met most eligible men in your social class. How were you to form a genuine connection in such little time? Even if you couldn’t find love per se, you still wanted to find someone you were compatible with.

“If we reach that deadline and you find no one, we can talk about it,” your mother answered. “And, you must allow me and your aunt to fix you on outings with suitors we like.

“Fine. Only if Daphne joins me,” you replied, knowing fully well that you weren’t allowed anywhere without your handmaiden present.

. . .

Next week

Your mother was sure not to waste any time in beginning to schedule supervised outings with a different well-educated and ennobled man that was within the appropriate age constraints. You’ve never had such a boring week, brutally torn away from the studies you adored so much.

“—And we’ve got another vacation home down in Tuscany, I think,” the Viscount Lineford’s son concluded, taking a peremptory drink out of his tea. He was dressed crisply in beige trousers that rolled up past his ankle and low leather shoes. His sterling watch sparkled in the spring sun.

You fought a building yawn that tempted the back of your throat, determined to hide your exhaustion with the man. It was a good effort, but you certainly weren’t impressed.

“That must be incredible,” you answered absently. “It must be such a lovely foreign getaway for the Lineford family,” you grinned diplomatically, blind to the horror that twisted his — you didn’t care to remember his name, unfortunately — face.

“Foreign? Excuse me Lady Y/n, but my family traces far back into Italian culture that we are practically Roman…” he started, only for you to interject.

“Will you just excuse me, please?” You struggled to keep the desperation out of your face, calmly searching for your supervisor. She was meant to be sitting at a table nearby, merely ensuring that your outing remained within polite societal constraints. More importantly, Daphne served as your escape when your potential suitors proved most unbearable. All you needed to do was subtly tilt your fan to your left ear and the woman would always scramble over to you with an excuse to steer you out of any scenario you found distasteful.

Such as this one.

Daphne never normally left your side, a realization that allowed worry to creep into your tone. “I’m unsure where my maid went, and I would like to fetch her,” you replied, standing and shouldering your small day bag over your shoulder.

“I’m sorry?” He asked, chuckling with bitter disbelief at your rudeness. Ladies were supposed to be demure and polite. You were impatient and honest, a product of an Earl knowing that his daughter was the object of his legacy. Your father trained you as he would a son, and your tutors followed in suit. “Surely you’re joking; this is the middle of our tea.”

Her pocketbook and her sweater weren’t even sitting on the chair she had been occupying, causing you to blink at the empty table in disbelief.

“No, I’m not. I think something might be wrong,” you shouldered past the man, stepping between other individuals sitting at the common tables in the park.

“Fine, you aren’t worth it anyway!” He called at your back, but the words hardly registered with you.

The area was rather common for courting pairs to visit in the early spring. However, it could also be populated with…criminals. “Excuse me,” you mumbled, quickly walking down the paved pathway through the greenery to the main sidewalk, the London pavement heavy with pedestrians. The streets were perhaps more crowded with carriages and sweating horses.

You couldn’t be alone in the city! As a woman of your stature, it simply wasn’t done. Never. Ever. It was an affront to your teachings, and it was unsafe. You needed your friend, not some stranger.

“Where is she?” You mumbled, rapidly attempting to discern every face that passed you. Surely it wouldn’t be long until someone recognized you— you were one of the most photographed families in the country. In fact, you were fortunate no one had offered your location to the press while you were on this outing. You never would have heard the last of it.

Some took hold of your handbag and darted off, using your distractedness to his advantage. He ran to the end of the block and crossed the street, weaving through pedestrians once the crossing guard allowed your side to walk over. If your hand hadn’t been tightly clutching the strap as you walked, you never would have noticed.

You did your best to pick up your speed and chase him, yelling out.

You cried out, glancing down at your long springtime dress. Your short heels were nowhere near efficient enough for you to make a chase out of the robbery, nor should have needed to! Even still, you lunged into the street — without looking.

In fact, if you had committed to your step, you would’ve been flattened by an oncoming carriage, given that the crossing guard had ordered pedestrians to stop passing moments prior. The only reason why you didn’t make the life-ruining step seemed to be… a tall young man with a serious face and staggering presence. He only had one exposed blue eye, the other was concealed by a black eyepatch. His grip tightened around your arm, pulling you intimately into his chest.

You breathed heavily, tearing yourself out of his arms. A flair of irritation caused you to glare at him as you righted your stance and smooth your dress. However, he did save you from a potentially life ending situation. His immediate insurance of your safety was more meaningful than a misaligned gown that you fixed in seconds.

In fact, the moment truly was a bit theatrical. The man was handsome enough to make you smile with uncertainty, your irritation melting. “Thank you for that,” you said, relieved that the sidewalk seemed to clear, the crowd dispersing from the main street. “I could have been killed.”

“That would have been quite a shame,” he replied, locking eyes with you. The man made a thin attempt at returning your smile. He was enchanting, regal… your heart skipped a beat, considerably flustered.

…Until he spoke again, completely distorting the immediate magnetic lure you felt from his sharp features: “Rather careless of you, my Lady. You ought to be smarter than that.”

You frowned. “In case you failed to notice, that man stole my handbag and essentially disappeared,” you snapped impatiently. It had your identification, emergency notes in case you needed to purchase something, the current novel you were fixated on…how were you meant to return to the estate now?

“You weren’t catching him, I don’t think,” he noted astutely, watching you as you stepped past him to go in the direction you came from. Perhaps Daphne circled back to the park in search of you. You absolutely needed to find her.

“Thank you for your help. Good day,” you answered brusquely, continuing to walk. However, he remained in stride with you, still unabashedly smug. It quickly absolved you of any former gratefulness you had toward the man for pulling you away from oncoming traffic. Perhaps it might have hurt less to have collided with a horse and a carriage over the velocity and mass of this random man’s ego.

“What, don’t tell me you going to go chase him,” He said patronizingly, a sardonic pull infecting what you thought was initially a careful smile. No, the man was just another arrogant bastard, it seemed. “In those shoes, especially,” He perused, causing you to stop once more and regard him.

“I am a noble woman, you will not speak to me in such a manner no matter what line of—“ you caught the sapphire family and silver crest rings around two of his fingers — “mediocre destitution you come from!” You jabbed purposefully, undeserving of his rudeness and his condescension, no matter what title he occupied in your class. You were the partial inheritor of TransAtlantia; you trained to run the company to some degree since you could speak. Few could step to you.

“I believe I said good day, kind sir,” you added poisonously, daring him to continue to test you before speeding back towards the park. You needed Daphne, you needed an officer…anyone besides this pompous— you ended the thought before you could further infect yourself with such unladylike curses.

It really wasn’t so easy being the daughter of an Earl.

CIEL PHANTOMHIVE

“I’ve planned things so Lady Y/n’s maid is off helping a little girl find her mother; I separated the two by distracting the girl with a kitten. Y/n will panic without her maid being within her immediate reach, drawing her out to the street. I will cause her to put herself in harm’s way by distracting her at the corner of 89th Street and Arthur. Be ready by the street post. I’ve made the new paralegal late to his case, he will have instructed his butler to drive quick. You will need to pull her away from the street. If you miss, things may end rather…unfortunately for the young woman,” Ciel Phantomhive’s butler, Sebastian Michealis, outlined.

Sebastian was Ciel’s head butler, his head chef, head landscaper, tailor, tutor… but most importantly, the Earl of Phantomhive’s contracted demon. The supernatural being was at his disposal and his bidding; his new role being the most interesting one of all: matchmaker. He fabricated a scene for Ciel to meet Y/n Y/l/n, and ideally, make her love him.

It was simple, really. Ciel needed a wife; Y/n’s family needed a competent businessman to run that prosperous giant of a shipping enterprise; and most importantly, the woman seemed to be rather competent. The only danger to his strategy was, of course, Y/n’s foul storybook idealism, apparently. Ciel knew Y/n was highly educated and well graced in ettiquiete, but she seemed intent on finding some happily ever after of sorts.

She wanted a husband— a bloody love match. No— she needed an actor to convince her that she was worth marrying beyond the incredible status she represented. There was no asset greater than a title and an economic monarchy to inherit, and securing such a prize meant that Ciel needed to woo her.

“My Lord, you must be considerate, but not too kind. Though you should also refrain from acting too smugly or the lady may take offense,” his butler had offered some horrifically embarrassing — and incredibly unhelpful — acting lessons for him to express the particular warmth Lady Y/n seemed to be looking for.

Love. A feeling Ciel hadn’t known in around nine years. Arguably, it could’ve been more. And yet, in order to stop being solicited by desperate mothers and unlikely candidates, he was securing his bride.

According to Ciel’s butler, that meant he needed to create a memorable foundation in the woman’s mind, an introduction that would leave her curious, impassioned. Wanting more. Something to make him stand out amongst the other faceless, classless mouth breathers who would be vying for TransAtlantica, now that word of her search for a suitor was widespread.

The company and Y/n’s hand were all one in the same courtship, and Ciel was sure the was going to win both.

The Earl of Phantomhive was never one to lose. He’d be remiss to start now.

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