#no angst

[wangxianficrecs]

loveliness by carmiemaybe (glazedlilies)

loveliness

by carmiemaybe (glazedlilies)

T, 1k, Wangxian

Summary: “Lan Zhan, you’re okay?” No, I am about to die, “Mn. I am… alright.” “You came here to punish me?” Wei Ying asks with an amused glint in his grey eyes. Lan Wangji pushes away every improper thought those words form in his, apparently, dirty mind. Ever since Wei Wuxian showed him that book, things have become… pretty distressing. Kay's comments: So cute!!! Just Wangxian being allowed to be awkward and soft teenagers, who are in love!! In this story, teen Lan Wangji gathers his courage and confesses to Wei Wuxian and he's very successful! No angst, only fluff! Excerpt: “Wait, wait! Lan Zhan, where are you going? You can’t just—“ he breaks off, evidently nervous. There’s a bright red blush spreading on his lovely cheeks. Lan Wangji does not know what to make of it. “You can’t just leave like that, Lan Zhan. Not when… Aagh, fuck, my heart. Hold on, I need a minute.” Lan Wangji panics, “Wei Ying, are you feeling well?” Wei Wuxian shakes his hand in the air, dismissing Lan Wangji’s worries, “Y-yeah, well,” he swallows. “I’m just pretty overwhelmed that’s all and like, my heart is about to beat out of my chest, and you know, I’m flustered down to my toes. Lan Zhan, you should warn me before you say things like that my poor heart, oh my God.”

pov lan wangji, canon divergence, cloud recesses study arc, fluff, tooth-rotting fluff, no angst, love confessions, first kiss, getting together, teen romance, pining, happy ending

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#April 2024 #Wangxian Fic Rec #The Untamed #Wangxian #MDZS #Kay's Rec #teen #short fic <15k #carmiemaybe (glazedlilies) #loveliness #pov lan wangji #canon divergence #cloud recesses study arc #fluff #tooth-rotting fluff #no angst #love confessions #first kiss #getting together #teen romance #pining #happy ending

[satoshy12]

While most people have this with Angst I don't like it, so here!

At first, it was funny, but later, Danny didn't care much. His classmates became Ghost Hunters with his parents help, and while they could defeat 1 or 2 ghosts a day, they could not defeat the other 20 to 40 ghosts that come out once a day.  Then Danny learns Phantom is seen as a villain for the League and is like, "Well then. Not my problem anymore." So he took Sam, and Tucker just left. They were planning a vacation; they will go on one! He had enough money from his work as an ice sculpture maker. What his powers! He can do what he wants. At least now Justice League would help the "hero town.". 

#danny phantom #dp #Sam Manson #valerie grey #Tucker Foley #dc #dcau #dc comics #dp + dc #dc x dp #dp x dc #danny fenton #Ghost Hunters Classmate #Justice League doesn't think Danny is a hero #danny just retires then #NO ANGST #He is just well then not my Problem

[myfavcharacterdidntdrown]

Draco at the Potters for dinner

James: Draco, we’re so happy to have you here

Draco: Thank you Mr. Potter

Sirius: *constantly judging Draco*

Remus: Oh come on Sirius. Aren’t you happy that Harry got a boyfriend?

Sirius: Harry, you know that he’s your second cousin right?

Regulus: Well at least he’s following the family tradition

Remus: *spits out his tea*

James: wtf just happened…

*Harry and Draco totally traumatised*

#marauders #marauders era #regulus black #james potter #jegulus #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #harry potter #draco malfoy #drarry #black brothers #no angst #family dinner

[rokare]

theyre so happy !!! nothing bad has happened!! :

#satosugu #gojo satoru #satorugojo #geto suguru #jjk geto #jjk #jjk fanart #suguru geto #stsg fanart #stsg #stsg brainrot #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fluff #art #digital art #gojo #geto #theyre actually very happy #no angst

[squidos-goodies]

what a lad

#linked universe #squido draws #squido ... animates? #linkeduniverse #lu hyrule #no angst #yall don’t freaking wanna know how long this took me

[videlia]

☾⊹₊ ⋆ Micah when you're on your period ☾⊹₊ ⋆

Just wanted to write some head canons for when you're on your period about our lovable cah-cah, since I actually finished playing error143 yesterday and phew! It has become one of my many obsessions♡

Micah is the absolute sweetest when you're on your period! Not to say he's not sweet to you 24/7.

But he's probably more caring than he usually is.

And he's a dork.

He knows how cranky you get when you're on your period so he's definitely on the lookout!

Oooouu especially when you get cramps, this man will not let you do anything around the house.

Like anything at all!

C'mon now, this man is the Micah Yujin, and you're his angel, of course he wouldn't let you lift a damn muscle!

Anything you need? He's dashing straight into your bedroom, ready to heed your request.

Water? Got it. You're cold and freezing? He'll gently tuck you in a shit ton of blankets while embracing you into his arms.

Did I mention that he uses this opportunity to cuddle you all the time?

A jelly donut from the new donut shop that just opened recently? No need to speak another word, it's already being delivered as you speak!

Work to do? He's already sent an email to your boss, giving them a dumb but believable excuse.

Basically, he's perfect.

Yet he tries so hard to resist bringing you food that would worsen your cramps! But he won't back down even when you look at him with that cute puppy-eyed look!

He immediately notices when your cramps intensify, noting the way you're clutching your tummy a little too tightly and the way you're squirming in bed.

He's one hell of a perspective boyfriend after all.

But not to worry! He's already prepared a heating bag, placing it on your abdomen, also including some painkillers by the nightstand to soothe your ache.

Though your period does have a toll on your attitude, Micah definitely doesn't mind at all, even when you scare him with that small death glare of yours when he's a being a snarky jerk.

But he just wants to make you smile when you're hurting this much.

Micah is sooooooooo patient with you, it's damn adorable to you too!

This manchild just loves you too much to not shower you with love, even when you're on your period.

#micah yujin x reader #error143 #micah yujin #fluff #no angst #cuteness #this brings me so much joy #first post

[codfanficedits]

Tapping out.

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x fem!Reader

Summary: Being tapped out after duty

Wordcount: 7988| Rating: M (18+ only!)

Warnings: Soft Simon, friends to lovers, communication, reader is hesitant about feelings, Simon falls first and Simon falls harder. Mentioning of childhood abuse, fluff, romance.

A/N: Had to take a little break because of uni and my mental health, but I am back at it again.

Tapping out.

You had been dreading the day. Your teammates around you being tapped out by their family members, by their friends, loved ones. And there you were, standing alongside Simon. Both standing in formation, waiting for the moment that will never arrive.

Your eyes shift to Simon, and you can see the longing in his eyes, the desire to be loved. A feeling comes over you. What if you could tap him out? You were looking at him, you knew it wasn't really appreciated when soldiers tapped each other out, but you were the only one left, the rest of the soldiers were too occupied with their family to even care about the two of them. Price with his wife and child, Gaz with his girlfriend and mom, even Soap with his three sisters. Just you and Simon left. Two broken people waiting to be whole again.

But you didn't know if he even wanted you to tap him out. You swallowed the lump in your throat. You wanted to tap him out. But didn't dare to yet. You and Simon had been good friends. But what if he didn't want you to be the one to tap him out? You wouldn't risk that. Simon looks at you, and in your eyes he sees that lump you’re trying to swallow. That same lump that rests within him and he has an idea. Without saying a word, he takes your hand in his, and guides it onto his shoulder, indicating you should tap him out.

His gaze never leaves yours. You looks up when you see him taking your hand. The leather of his gloves feels rough against your skin. He lets your hand linger above his shoulder. He dared to do what you couldn't. But leaves the final decision with you.

You make eye contact and you know it is now or never. You taps his shoulder, and his hand automatically goes to your shoulder. A smile on both faces before he pulls you in for a hug. The tension in Simon’s shoulders lessens when you tap him out, and he wraps his arms around you to return the gesture. No words are needed, as the message is sent. For the moment, there are no orders. No mission. No rank distinction. Just friends, enjoying a long awaited embrace. This is what he needed. Your warm body pressed against his, your head resting against his chest. He wraps his arms tighter around you. He can feel the beat of your heart through the material of your uniforms.

He leans his head back, staring at the sky. Your relationship had been platonic thus far. The occasional ribbing. Jokes. Banter. He wonders if you feel the same way. If you want more. You want to pull back, after all, you’re still out in the open, surrounded by your teammates and their families. But no one is paying attention to you, no one sees what happens between the two of you. "If you need me during our break. You know where to find me." You murmur. The words you spoke brought him back to reality. He’d forgotten that your embrace was in full view of the entire taskforce He lets go of you and smiles, a hint of embarrassment in his eyes. He takes a step back to give you space, his hands resting on his hips.

His heart beats against his chest, his breathing becoming more sporadic. He couldn’t help but wonder why he felt those things for you. You’re just a friend. Just a friend, right?

You pull back, you’re crossing the line of a friendly embrace.

"Enjoy your summer break, Simon." You say. "See you after summer."

You turn around, but his large hand grabs your arm.

"Wait."

You turn to look at Simon. "I rented a small cabin, away from the city. It has two bedrooms and you're welcome to join me." He is rambling his words, almost as if he is afraid of you declining.

Did he just invite you?

 You are nervous but you smile.

"Sure."

Your words fall on Simon’s ears like music coming from an angel. He couldn’t believe it, an entire summer with you? Just the two of you?

His head spins as you accept his offer. A hundred thoughts go through his mind; is he being too forward? what if you change your mind? Are you just saying that to placate him?

But the excitement on his face is genuine. He feels like a kid on Christmas.

“Really? I…” he begins, but the word “thank you” gets caught in his throat.

"I'm looking forward to it." You answer. "Let me pack my bag, and I'll join you."

You were happy with this little get away. It was better than going back to your own empty apartment or staying at base for that matter. With a light spring in your step you hurry yourself back to your quarters, packing a bag. Truth be told you weren’t planning on leaving this base anyway, everything you needed was right here, expect for someone who cares, that is. But you don’t have to think about things like that anymore, not for the days you’re with Simon, of course. While the two of you had been friends, maybe a little more, maybe not, you liked the idea of getting out, of not being at the same spot all the damn time. You pack your bag, worried that if you take too long, he’ll leave without you, even though you know he would never do such thing to you. You hurry to his car, and he isn’t even there yet, You’d worried about nothing.

Simon carries his duffle bag to the car, smiling as he sees you already waiting for him. “You’re all packed?” he asks, placing his bag in the trunk beside yours. The excitement in his voice is unmistakable, he sounds like a puppy who just got a new toy.

“Let’s go, then!” he exclaims, hopping into the driver’s seat. “You’re driving?” You ask as you get in the passenger seat.

“Yeah!”

 “Are you sure that is a good idea?” You ask again and Simon gives you a glare. “I’ll have you know I do have a legally obtained driver’s license.”

“How many tries?”

He ignores the question and turns up the volume of the radio. “How many tries, Simon?” You ask once more.

“Seven.” He mutters under his breath.

“Seven!”

He look at you, a frown on his face. “You make it sound like a bad thing.”

“It is a bad thing!”

“Nuh uh.” Simon chuckles. “I had some extra practice. By all means, my driving is safer than yours.”

And the Gods punish him for such lies, as he hits a curb while he goes nearly 30 miles per hour. “Simon!”

“Oops.”

“Oops? Oh my god, we’re pulling over and I am driving!” You hate to raise your voice, but you’re pretty sure you’ll meet your maker if he keeps on driving.

Simon pulls over to the side of the road, glancing at you with a slight frown. He sighs, handing over the keys. “Fine.” He shrugs, crossing his arms in disapproval. The two of you get out of the car and you switch seats.

He leans back and looks out the window, his gaze lingering on you. In the dim light of the car, his eyes catch a glimpse of your lips. He feels a wave of heat wash over him, and he quickly looks away, not daring to meet your gaze. You start the car, and while you’re not the best driver either, you do drive a lot safer than he does. "By God, Simon." You snicker. "You're an amazing soldier, but a horrible driver."

Simon looks over at you, and a cheeky grin spreads across his face. “I know.” he admits. “It’s a good thing the army pays for our repairs, eh?” You laugh at his remark. "So you're the reason the army doesn't have a budget for anything else."

His laughs with you. “Guilty as charged, but that was a low blow.” Simon leans into his seat again, his gaze falling on you one more time. “So,” he says. “What do you want to do when we get to the cabin?”

You look at him, just for a brief moment before you turn your attention on the road again. “I don’t know.” You say, as you look at the navigation on his phone. “I’ll let you surprise me.”

His eyes linger briefly on your lips once again. What would it feel like to kiss you? Would you let him?

“I was thinking…” He answers you after a few moments of silence. “I thought we could just relax for once. Get some sun. Relax at the forest. Go for a swim. That sort of thing.”

You smile at the idea. “I would like that.”

“Yeah me too.”

It stays quiet after that, but it’s not awkward, neither of you feel the need to say something, to fill the air with meaningless words.

After what feels like only a moment you reach the cabin, it is shielded from the rest of the world, hidden away from the chaos of society.

The two of you get out of the car, and Simon hands you the keys and the bags. “Make yourself at home, I’ll do some grocery shopping.” He orders. And out of habit you do as you’re told, not even thinking about defying his order.

With two bags in your hand you open the cabin door and you step inside, your first instinct is to kick your shoes off.

You drop the bags on the floor as you begin to wander around the cabin. It is nice, it is cozy, a little outdated, but who are you to complain? It feels more like home than anything else you’ve ever encountered in your life.

Memories of the broken dishes and your screaming parents begin to pop up, they begin to find their way out of the chambers where you had locked they. But once again you push them away, a skill you had mastered over the years. Your fingertips glide over the smooth surface of the countertops while a whirlpool of emotions tug on your heartstrings. Anger from the childhood that had been taken from you, sadness over what could’ve been if things had been different, and a sudden longing for a domestic life, one you threw away the moment you joined the army.

You look up when the front door swings open, and neither of you need the words to understand what is happening, Simon knows that look all to well, he too carries it in the chambers of his heart. “Fuck.” You mutter. “Got lost in thought, let me put the bags away.” It is a futile attempt to hide, to not let him in to the burden of your childhood. Simon watches you pull away with a subtle nod of his head. If he’s disappointed that you’ve hidden the hurt and sad child once more under the mask of the soldier, it doesn’t show on his face. He’s seen that transformation before, seen it countless times in fact, and still know that it's the only way you know to cope. So he won’t push you, but he is glad that this cabin could offer you a brief respite from your hardships, a temporary shelter from the storm that rages within you.

He knows you’ll give him the largest bedroom, an unspoken rule coming from your childhood, others will always deserve more than you, it has become a second nature to you, and he can see it, feel it within you, and right now, in this little cabin, he wants nothing more than to free you from those shackles.

He neatly puts away the groceries, while he waits for you to come back, he hopes you’ll enjoy the little surprise he had bought for the both of you.

 “Come on.” Simon doesn’t even give you time to talk while he grabs your arms and drags you outside with him. “The weather is way too nice to sulk inside.”

And while you hate to admit that he is right, the weather is way too nice to sulk inside, the scenery is amazing, green grass, large trees, a ocean of wild flowers surrounding you. It seems like he knows the way, in the way his legs carry him with such confidence in his strides. “You’ve been here before?” You ask him.

Simon nods, his eyes shifting to you for a brief moment before you reach an open field. “I come here every time we’re allowed leave.”

“Sit.” He orders you, and you let yourself drop on the ground, feeling the little strands of grass beneath your fingertips, and automatically you rip a few strand out of the ground, peeling them in two while you wait for him to sit down with you.

“Here.” Simon holds up two small bottles, and you frown. “A bubble blower?” and he nods.

For a moment you don’t know if you have to laugh about it, treating it all like some sort of joke. But it is the soft look in his eyes that make you realise he is serious, and the hurt child inside of you is screaming in the enclosure you’ve locked her in. Your hand reaches out to one of the small bottles. “For me?” You ask, with a voice so soft it is barely audible.

“For you.” He confirms.

Your thumb caresses the bottle, a floodgate of trauma threatens to break through the dam you’ve built to keep it in. You look up, wanting to thank him, but your voice seems lost when you see him, the hurt boy that he had locked in too, finally being allowed out to play, not a care in the world as you see him pout his lips to blow a bubble.

And for the first time in forever you want to be that free too.

  “Bet I can make bigger bubbles than you,” Simon challenges you with a playful sparkle in his eyes.

You loved him for it. You both knew the burden you both carried, and because of that the two of you could help the other when the load became too heavy. You had been so grateful that he had invited you. All of their teammates had families to go home to. But not Simon, not you.

"Nuh uh." You laughed as you twisted open the bottle. "I'll beat you to it." His gaze rests on you with a mixture of tenderness and protectiveness. Your days together felt like a bubble of happiness and safety, in and out of the base. For all the trauma you have both endured, your time together here felt like the true haven you both deserved.

"Yeah? Well I'm a trained soldier." He chuckles in response to you competition. Your eyes were like the sun reflecting on a tranquil pond, something he could look at for hours.

"So am I smartass." You snicker. "Or did you happen to forget that we're both soldiers." You take a deep breath, trying to blow the biggest bubble, but yours is way smaller than his.

Simon laughs as you blow your tiny bubble, his own being so much bigger than yours. A warm gaze falls on you as you concentrates on the task. He chuckles as he watches your lips curl into a smile, and his eyes linger on them for a moment longer before returning to your eyes. The SAS soldier in you wants to compete with him, wants to be the very best at everything, including this. But there is just something about his childlike gaze, how enthusiastic he gets about blowing a bigger bubble that you let it slide. Let him have this.

"Guess you win this one." You chuckle, as you lay down in the grass, letting yourself be surrounded by the green cloud of innocence.

The corner of his lips tugs upwards as he sees you laying down in the grass next to him. He gazes upon you. How could anyone be so perfect? He always denied those feelings for you, but he had fallen for you, face first.

He lets out a content sigh, a feeling rising within him that he has never experienced before. He's found his place here. Beside you in the midst of the green paradise. You’re his sanctuary.

In response you pat the grass next to you. “C’me here.” You mutter. “It is comfier than the beds on base.” You say with a chuckle.

Simon lays down beside you, your bodies touching as he gazes up at the sun's warmth and the billowing clouds. His eyes linger on your fingers caressing the grass until they meet with your gaze, your eyes locking for a long moment before he tilts back his head toward the sky. "Mm," he hums in agreement, the two of you soaking in the tranquil atmosphere of the moment together.

You nudge him, before you point at the blue sky. "Could be me. But that cloud looks like an elephant." A soft smile crosses his lips as he feels your fingers touch his skin. He turns his head to gaze back at the sky, looking for the animal-shaped cloud. Your comment draws a soft chuckle from him.

"I see it too...and that one looks a bit like a mouse...do you see it?" You tilt your head, narrowing your eyes, but then you see it.

"Yes!" You exclaimed. "A teeny tiny mouse." It is peaceful, the sun on your faces, the smell of grass, and no worries.

His gaze remains on the sky while he feels you nudging against him once again. He glances at you with the corner of his eyes and sees how excited you are.

Just as he opens his mouth to speak, his eyes flick back to the sky as his lips curve into a bemused smile.

"You'll never guess what that one looks like..." he whispers to you, gesturing to a particular cloud.

A penis. It looks like a penis.

And you two don't even have to say a thing, you can see the teenage boy within him, the one that finds poop jokes and farts funny. The one that he never got to be. The moment you make eye contact a bravo of laughter is heard. The belly laugh kind. As if a penis shaped cloud is the funniest thing the both of you had ever seen.

And in that moment it was..

His face breaks out into a wide grin as he turns to face you and your eyes meet.

A moment of mutual understanding is created as you immediately catches his meaning. You’re both grown adults, but in that second you’re just like your teenage selves making jokes about the human anatomy. It's one of those moments that are only shared between the two of them; no one else will ever understand.

Your laughter echoes throughout the tranquil paradise. In that singular moment, nothing matters but the joy between the two of you.

It had been a long, long time since you laughed so hard you couldn't breathe, the muscles in your abdomen protesting against the fun you have.

"Oh my god” You snicker. "Jezus Christ Simon, I'll never be able to look at a cloud again." Another laugh erupts from Simon as he turns to lay face up, his arms extended above his head. He gazes up at the sky, his expression light and carefree. "That's not the only one," he remarks with a cheeky grin as he motions to another cloud further away. It resembled a pair of balls.

"It doesn't seem like we're the only immature adults here," he chuckles as the childish laughs fill the air once more.

Did they resemble balls? Barely.

Was it enough to set the two soldier off again? Absolutely.

As if the Gods wanted you to catch up on all the innocent fun the both of you had missed in life. Laughter fills the air again, mixing with the soft summer breeze, the sound of birds chirping, it is almost perfect. Laughter turns into childish giggles as the both of you point at every pair of phallic-shaped clouds in the sky, the humour growing more and more infantile. It feels as if either of you have regressed all the way back to being school children having a giggle over nothing.

Even if the laughter is a bit too loud, neither seem to care. The innocence and joy drowns out the noises of the world around you, allowing you to be the immature brats both of you always wanted to be. It has been a while since the both of you had been this relaxed and it is clear that you both needed it. You can't hold it when he starts to laugh so hard he starts to snort. It causes you to wheeze, making the both of you laugh even harder, to the point that you’re both laughing like a seal.

"Oww," he groans as he clutches at his sides, tears welling up in his eyes from the laughing.

Eventually, the laughter fades and is reduced to nothing but snickers, the two of you catching your breath. Everything around you was still in motion, but the two of you. Only your giggles and wheezes interrupted the serene atmosphere.

The laughter eventually dies out, the clouds long gone, and after a few deep breaths you’re both back to adults again.

You look at Simon, a smile on your face. "Thank you for inviting me here.” You say, as you get up on your elbows. “So, who is going to cook tonight?” Simon's gaze follows you as you sits up on your elbows. You’re beautiful to look at in your natural state.

"I'm cooking," he replies with a mischievous smirk as he rolls onto his side to face you.

"Are you ready for a fine meal of beans and toast?" he chides with a slight grin. You can’t help but laugh at his choice of food. “Beans and toast? Can’t wait to have some British delicacy.”

“Says the person whose national dish is stempot.” He scoffed and for a second you’re lost in what he means.

And then it clicks.

“Oh my god. It’s called stamppot, and for your information, boiled potatoes, with boiled kale, gravy and a sausage tastes amazing.” You correct him.

But the look on his face is horrified. “You eat that?”

“I eat MRE’s.” You shrug.

"Well you're going to love my cooking then," Simon says with a confident smirk. "Come on, let’s get going." Simon gets himself up off the ground as he offers his hand to you. This paradise was a place he could share with just you. Nothing and no one else was allowed.

As you start to walk back, he notices how warm and comfortable your hand is, and it feels right to be holding your hand as you journey back to the cabin together.

You are in no hurry to let go off his hand. Your gaze falling on the nature behind him, and then the small, yet cozy cabin in front of you. A nice little get away from the army.

You have to let go off his hand when you reach the cabin, and you kicks off your shoes when you get inside. "Do you need any help in the kitchen?" You ask.

Simon is the first to kick off his boots and he sets them next to yours. The cabin was simple and quaint, as if to be a home away from home. It felt like a perfect respite for the two of you. The silence between you two was never awkward as each knew how the other was feeling.

"Nah, I'm alright." He looks over at you, his eyes searching yours for a moment before he smiles. He feels an inner peace being with you; no matter what was happening in the army, it meant nothing with you by his side.

"Can't wait for that top notch British cuisine." You teased him as you sat down on the couch. It had been a while since somebody cared for you, and you could get used to it, especially if it was someone you trusted so dearly as Simon. "I'll cook tomorrow."

He places a bowl of toast and beans on a small wooden table in front of him, signalling you to come sit with him. The scent of toasted bread fills the air. If there was one comfort of home he could give you, it would be this.

"You'll love it," he assures you as he spoons some of the beans into his mouth. "I'm a professional chef." He chuckles again. "You're as good as a chef as you are a driver." You tease him, and you get yourself some toast and beans, after a bite you had to admit it wasn't that bad. After all, you both had eaten worse in the field. "I have to give it to you, this isn't so bad."

"Harsh," he chuckles as he listens to your comment about his driving skills.

Simon's eyes light up as you make the comment about his cooking. To hear his cooking wasn't so bad was a huge boost for his confidence; for someone like him, he never knew if anyone would enjoy the things he created. "You see?" He says while nodding in agreement. "I am a top-tier cook."

You could see his eyes light up and it made you smile. "Since you cooked, I'll do the dishes, okay?" You said. "We can split the chores."

“You're offering to do the dishes?" He replies with a faint grin, his eyes still glued on yours. "Are you feeling alright?" Simon chuckles and shakes his head as he finishes up his food and plate. "Well alright, I'll take you up on that offer."

He watches you finish up your food before he leaves the dishes to you, sitting down on the couch, placing his feet on the ottoman. A contented sigh escapes his mouth as he leans sideways and supports his head on his hand.

There is a light spring in your step as you gets to the kitchen. Jokes on him, as beans and toast doesn't require much use of the kitchen at all.

With a soft hum you wash and dry the plates and the pot that he had used, before you returns to the living room.

Simon watches you with his dark eyes, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. He didn't want to admit it, but he always had a soft spot for you and seeing you taking care of everything with a smile on your face only amplified those feelings. It made him crave a family of his own, love to come home to every day.

He sits up on the couch as you walk back into the living room and he gestures to the sofa. "Come here.. come sit."

You comply to his request, it is soft and cozy inside, as the darkness of the beginning night cloaks the cabin in darkness.

"I was thinking." You began. "There is a small lake near the cabin. If the weather is nice, maybe we can go for a swim tomorrow?"

Simon's gaze was locked on yours, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink as you mention a swim. A small smile appears on his lips as he thinks about it.

"That actually sounds like a great idea," he responds warmly. The fresh air alongside the warmth of the sun would feel divine tomorrow. The sun on your bare skin, the feeling of the water, it brought a smile on your face. It had been such a long time since you’ve actually enjoyed swimming, those exercises in the army didn’t count in your book.

"That is settled then." You said, as you got up from the couch.

"I'm heading to bed. Goodnight.” You make your way to the guestroom. Simon had been right, you had given yourself the smaller room, and in your mind it did make sense, after all, he had invited you to this little cabin, it would seem rude to hog the bigger bedroom.

He watches you get up from the couch, his eyes lingering on you for a split second longer before he gets up as well. He takes a moment to stretch his shoulders and neck as he hears your footsteps towards the guestroom.

"Goodnight." Simon smiles as he too makes his way to the bedroom.

It had been a long, busy month in the army but being isolated in this wilderness with you had been a relief. It was a feeling of being home. This vacation had been exactly what he needed to recharge his batteries. It took a while for Simon to fall asleep, but he did eventually succumb to the lure of the night's peace.

Hours later, the first light of the morning sun began to trickle through the curtains, slowly filling the room with a warm glow. Simon slowly woke up, and he was greeted by the sight of the sunshine that filled his senses. That's when he had remembered that you did indeed have a plan for this morning and the thought of swimming with you exited him.

The subtle, gentle rays of sun woke you up too, and you took your time, as you stretched your limbs after sleeping.

You went to take a shower. Letting the water run over your body before you dried yourself and got dressed, wearing your bikini under your shirt and shorts.

You smiled while you walked in to the kitchen, while you had been starting your day, Simon had taken it on to himself to prepare breakfast.

Toast, butter, jam, breakfast of the champions and you keep your smile as you sit down. “Good morning.”

Simon turns around to see you enter the kitchen and his face brightens. He can't help but admire how beautiful you look with the sun shining on your face.

"Morning, darling," he says with a smile as he places the plate of toast in front of you. He takes the place opposite you at the table.

Darling.

"So," he says with a small grin as he places a jar of jam right next to the toast. "Did you sleep well?" "I slept amazing." You answer. "I was knocked out cold within minutes."

You place a piece of toast on your plate, before you butter it. "How did you sleep?" You ask, before you take the little jar of jam.

"Pretty good, it was nice to wake up to this sunshine," he replies simply, looking through the window at the outside world. He takes a slice of toast and covers it with a butter and a small amount of jam. The sweetness on his tongue compliments the butter on the bread as he takes a bite of the toast.

He nods as he chews his food, taking in the warm feeling of the morning sun on his skin. "So tell me, are you still up for that swim we spoke of?"

"I agree. It is better than being woken up by screaming soldiers across the hall." You chuckled, you take a bite of your toast, before you nod. You pull away a bit of your shirt, revealing your collarbone and the string of your bikini. “One step ahead of ya.”

He looks at you and sees that you are all prepared, and his eyes glance at the area where your shirt had previously covered.

"Wow, you wasted no time." He chuckles to himself before he finishes up what's left of his toast. "I guess we better get going."

You take the final bite of your toast too before you bring the plates to the kitchen.

"It's a short walk. So let's go yeah." You nod before you pop on your shoes and you pack a small bag with some beach towels and sunscreen.

"Are you ready?" You ask, as he gets out of his room, dressed in his swimming trunks and a casual shirt.

"Yes, I'm ready," he says while putting on his shoes. "I'll carry the bag for you." He offers you his hand. "Shall we?"

Such a gentleman.

You hand him the bag, and you take his hand, not thinking much about it as the both of you walk to the lake. It is a beautiful sunny day, perfect for a swim.

He takes the bag with one hand as the both of you start to make your way towards the lake, his free hand now holding hands with you. He notices the different heights once more, and it only makes him feel even more protective of you. The sunlight dances in and out of the trees, creating a nice natural filter for the sunlight as they walk along their narrow path. He looks down at you, studying your figure as you walk.

"Tell me, what's your favourite spot in the whole world?"

You let the question linger in the air. It is a good one. You both share a horrid childhood, no family to look forward too. Just an empty apartment whenever you’re on leave.

"I.. I don't know." You stuttered. "I think this little cabin would be it." You swallow the lump in your throat. "And for you?" The walk had given him time to think deeply about your question. Simon could relate to that feeling of not having a place to call home other than a small cabin. He too had never had the chance to build up memories in his youth in one singular location.

"For me, I think I would agree with you," he responds as you reach the lake. The calm waters of the lake sparkled as the early morning sun bounced off of it.

"This is my favourite place in the world right now." A sense of peace fills his words.

His comment gets rewarded with a smile from you. "It is really nice here." You said, as you start to undress, so the both of you can go into the water.

"Makes me forget about it all." You sigh.

You dip your toe into the water. It was colder than you expected. But before you can say anything, two strong, warm arms get wrapped around your waist and you get pulled into the water.

He takes in the surroundings of the lake and the trees that surround you and he looks at you as you starts to undress yourself and he doesn't say a word. Just as you starts to dip your toe into the water, Simon's arms wrap around you and he pulls you into the lake with him. His strong arms embrace you tightly and the water splashes around them both as you are pulled down with him.

"Having a nice little dip?" He chuckles, his eyes locked onto you.

There it was again, that boyish grin on his face, not a worry in his eyes. A side of Simon you cherished so much.

"You absolute dickhead!" You laugh, your hair soaked by the water.Although the water wasn't half as bad. You could feel his warm hands on your waist, and you smiled.

"Oh, I should strangle you for this."

Your laugh sends a spark of glee down his spine and his dark eyes show his feelings of contentment. Your comment only makes that feeling grow stronger. Simon laughs as his head tips backward, his eyes closed as the sun warms his face. "There are worse things you could strangle me over."

He looks at you and his eyes linger on your hair. "Your hair would make for a good grip."

With a sly smile, he closes his eyes once more and takes in a deep breath of the fresh air. He enjoys spending time with you.

"My hair would make a good grip."  You repeat. "Are you flirting with me Simon, or are you threatening me?"

You had been dancing around the fine line of being friends or more for a while now. But it felt right. His hands on your waist. The cold water surrounding them, but you were worried. Worried that if that line was crossed, everything would be too different.

"Just a little bit of both," he replies with a smirk.

Simon's eyes linger on the water before he raises his gaze back to your eyes.

The way the both of you danced around your feelings was not unusual, you had both been through a lot in your childhood and both were reluctant to let someone completely in your heart. But this felt right, the comfort that you provided felt like something missing in his life. He wanted more of that, he wanted to take this dancing around these feelings, to the next level. You playfully roll your eyes at him. "You're horrible."

You don't dare to, not yet. It feels too dangerous, so instead you take his hands off your waist. "C'mon, we didn't get here to just float." You said, trying to change the subject.

"I'm not that bad, darling," he says quietly with a sly grin.

Darling.

He doesn't bother fighting back as you removes his hands, his eyes are still on you as he nods and agrees.

He starts to swim over to the shore on the other side of the lake. His body moves slowly and gracefully through the water, his arms making smooth movements and his legs following.

A soft splash from the water can be heard as he breaks the surface and takes in a deep breath of air, his eyes still on you.

And you just look at him while he swims. A goddamn work of art. And you curse yourself for not being able to let him in. Not just yet.

You make eye contact when he comes up for air again, and you go underwater too. The cold water feels refreshing against your skin, it makes you forget all your feelings for a moment.

Your swim is graceful, matching his in its elegance. You glide through the water like a dancer, your frame moving with ease and precision. His eyes track your movements carefully, admiring you with each movement. The water feels refreshing, the cold temperatures soothing some of his worries away. His eyes trail your body as you swim, his mind picturing you lying next to him in bed. He feels his heart beating faster as he feels himself drawn to you like gravity, each passing second growing the intensity of the feeling within him.

There the two of you go again, dancing around this invisible boundary again. You looks at him as if he is the most divine being you have ever seen. And in his eyes.. in his eyes you saw a future. So what was withholding you? What was holding you back?

His eyes linger on you as a light smile spreads on his lips. Your beauty is a work of art, your frame moving with such grace in the water. The two of you are so in-sync, in tune with one another.

You are what his life misses; you are what he needs. Your soft touches, your words of comfort, and your calming presence. His feelings for you have grown stronger in these few short days, and it is only getting stronger with every passing minute. Everything about this feels right with you, everything except a single word. Playing with fire. That is how it feels. A forbidden joy. Thrilling and exciting to do, yet it felt dangerous. You could feel your heart starting to beat faster, your knees getting weak whenever you looked at him. You made eye contact with him. "Maybe we should go back and make some lunch." You mutter meekly

His body reacts instantly when you make eye-contact with him. A thrill runs through his veins, his heart rate increases rapidly and he feels an almost overwhelming rush of emotion go through his entire body.

"Yes, I'm starving, and I'm sure you are too." His voice is slightly raspy due to the emotion he's feeling at the moment. The moment feels right, but Simon refrains from making a move. He still feels the barrier between the two of you, and he can sense that you do too.

The swim back to shore is quiet. A little too quiet. A perfect moment ruined because neither dared to cross the line. "I'll cook." You eventually break the silence. "Anything you fancy for lunch?" You take the large towel you had packed, wrapping it around yourself. The sun would dry you just fine. You swing the bag over your shoulder. Waiting for him.

"Hmmm..." He takes a moment to think about your question.

"Well..." Simon lets his voice trail off as he thinks, "Perhaps a nice, juicy steak with some mashed potatoes?" His mind wanders elsewhere for a split second as he imagines him and you sitting at a table and eating the meal you’ve prepared together.

He sighs as the moment together is interrupted yet again. You were so close, but so far away.

"That's quite the lunch." You laugh. "But sure."

"We need to do some grocery shopping later today. That fridge is getting more empty by the second." You add "And I can't have you starving." It’s a desperate attempt to fill in the awkward silence.

"Ah right, we'll need to make sure to do some shopping, the cupboards are looking bare." Simon answers, noticing your attempt at conversation but not calling you out on it.

He too finds that the silence between the two of you is getting more and more awkward. Together you had been so close to sharing a moment and it just fizzled out. This is driving Simon insane, it's like the universe is preventing him from having you for himself.

He lets out a small sigh, taking in the warm sun that now shines on his skin.

You get the hint, and you stay quiet for the rest of the walk back, not wanting to make it worse. You open the door to the cabin, before you set the bag back on the ground and you takes off your flipflops.

"Would you mind putting the towels in the laundry?" You asked, as you took off your towel and handed it to him, you put your shirt and shorts back on, it felt wrong to be in a bikini in front of him.

He takes the towel as offered and nods. Simon doesn't comment on the fact that you both feel awkward, that would only make the situation even more uncomfortable.

He heads over to the laundry and puts the towels inside of the washing machine. The sound of the water in the machine is comforting, and it drowns out the silence a little bit.

Simon returns to the cabin once he is done, trying to think of something, anything to say to you. But the silence is deafening.

You don’t dare to say something, worried you’ll say the wrong thing, at the wrong time.

It is awkward when you take the ingredients out of the fridge and you start to peel the potatoes.

You turn around when you hears Simon snicker. "Remember those clouds from yesterday?" Simon says. And it’s enough to make you laugh too. Of course. The clouds that looked like a penis and the ones that looked like balls.

His snicker, and the memories that it brings back, breaks the awkward silence that pervaded the cabin. Your laugh catches him off guard, as he laughs as well.

A small smile comes over his face, and just like that, all the awkwardness that hung in the air dissipates. You both share a look of gratitude to one another, the awkward silence replaced with a comfortable calm.

You have your ingredients displayed on the countertops, as you wait for the water for the potatoes to boil. The least you could do was give him some freshly cooked food.

Your hands rest on the countertop. "How would you like your steak?"

"Medium-rare if that's alright" Simon answers as he stands behind you, his presence causing your muscles to tighten.

He reaches over your shoulder, adjusting the stove's flame to his liking. The warmth of the fire and your closeness causes his heart to pound against his chest.

He's unsure what to do, he wants to kiss the back of your neck, to wrap his arms around your waist and hold you close. But he's fearful of what might happen if he makes the first move.

"Sure." You answer. "It’s your meal after all."

You freeze when he reaches over your shoulder to adjust the flame. You are met with his eyes when you turn around, essentially to send him away from the kitchen, but there is just something about those eyes that keep you still.

He looks down at you, his eyes looking straight into your soul, taking everything in.

The moment comes to a halt when you speaks once again, trying to put up a wall between you two once more. Simon feels his heart pounding hard with every beat, every minute the two spend together makes him fall for you even more.

His body is at its wit's end, he can't take it anymore. He has to know. He has to know if you feel the same way.

He has to know now.

You can feel yourself getting more and more nervous, you mind running overtime.

What if this would fuck up the friendship? What if he would realize how broken you really were? What if he would leave? What if Simon would go back to the stoic soldier you knew to be?

It was too risky.

A wave of courage runs through his body like lightning. He has to take the chance. His body can't take much more of this.

Simon moves his hands up toward your arms, his fingers finding their way behind your elbows and pulling you towards him. He wraps his arms around your waist, making sure to get you close enough to feel the pounding in his chest.

He bends down as much as he can, his face close to your neck. His lips inch closer and closer to your skin as he whispers his next words, "Do you feel it?"

Those words send a shiver down your spine.

Yes, yes you felt it, and it terrified you. You knew that once you crossed the line, there would be no going back. You couldn't go back to being just friends.

"I feel it."

Simon can hear your breathing speed up as you get closer and closer. Your heart is pounding the same as his, the feeling is mutual.

This was it.

He moves his head closer, slowly inching towards you. Your lips are a centimetre apart. Both of your eyes closed, waiting to seal your fate.

Your lips finally make contact. He pulls you closer and his arms tighten around your waist, pulling you into a long and deep kiss.

He tasted amazing, and your worries melt away. A feeling in your stomach that tells you everything will be okay.

Your hand moves to the back of his neck, before you pull away from the kiss.

"You're my favourite place."

Simon pulls you closer to him for a second kiss, before parting ways for air once again.

His smile is bigger than ever, he can't wipe the grin off his face. He feels every emotion at the same time. Joy, passion, love, confusion, and the need to hold you close.

"You're mine too."

The feeling of your kiss on his lips, your arms wrapped around his neck, and your warmth so close to him sends him into heaven. He feels content, everything wrong with the world is suddenly right again.

#call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 #call of duty #cod mwii #cod x reader #ghost x reader #ghost x you #mw2 #fanfic #cod mw3 #call of duty mw3 #mw3 #cod mwiii #mwiii #modern warfare 3 #no angst #fluff #domestic #friends to lovers #friends to more #fanfics #fan fiction #fanfiction #cod fanfic #cod #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ao3 writer #ao3

[unmaskthewriter]

Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You {Arthur Morgan x GN!Reader}

Summary: Arthur realizes he’s in love with you.

A/N: As suggested/requested by @photo1030 . I apologize for the delay as I’m packing for travel and also I just got into Read Dead online for the first time all while completing RDR1 (first time) and RDR2 (second time). I know you suggested a different song/title but I couldn’t stop thinking about Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You by Frankie Valli. also did just watch Jersey Boys this weekend so that could be why. Anyways, despite it all, I hope you enjoy.

Warnings: none, just pure fluff as requested <3 except for Karen threatening to commit violence on Sean 👀

Word Count: 650+

It was nearly evening as Arthur returned from the bank robbery in Valentine. As the sun sank lower in the sky, it created a beautiful array of colors on the water. He approached the savings box behind Dutch’s tent, placing half his take into the box. Micah sat with Bill and Javier at a table, talking them into yet another round of Five Finger Fillet.

“You’ve taken nearly all my money!” Javier whined.

Mary Beth and Tilly were sitting in their tent, working on laundry and clothes that needed mending. Karen was sitting alongside Sean around the campfire, a bottle of whiskey in her hand.

“Ah, c’mon lass, just one kiss!” Sean leaned closer to Karen, pointing to his cheek as she looked on, disinterested.

“Only thing you’ll be getting is this bottle over your head if you don’t quit your beggin.” Karen warned, taking a swig of the whiskey. Sean only laughed.

“Where would I be without ya, Miss Karen?” Sean questioned, to which she rolled her eyes.

“Dead, hopefully.” She mumbled, looking away from the Irishman.

“Oh, don’t play at that, lass. Ya know ya love me.” Sean teases the young woman.

Arthur ventured throughout camp in search of you. On a typical day, you were often around the campfire either listening to Javier’s music, or talking with the girls at their tent. He wandered out to the lake, leaning against a tree at the edge of the wood line. He lights himself a cigarette, taking a long drag as he watches on.

You were standing in the water, barefoot, with your pants rolled up to your knees. Jack sat nearby, making a necklace with small, coral flowers. Too focused on the line in the water to realize Arthur’s presence, Jack giggled as he looked at Arthur. The gunslinger only held a finger to his lips, smiling softly as the cigarette dangled there.

“I know I’m not quite the fisherman as I talked myself up to be. It’s okay, you can laugh.” You tease unknowingly. Arthur’s heart skipped at the sight, something he didn’t think possible. Prior to this evening, Arthur always believed he’d belong to Mary, even if she had moved on and married someone else her father approved more of.

Though now, seeing you there in the water while the setting sun reflected off of you and gave you this wonderful glow… all thoughts and dreams of Mary vanished in that very moment. All he could feel in this moment was a strange swelling of his heart when he looked at you. Now, Arthur never considered himself romantic but in this moment, doing something as simple as fishing and barely doing that gave him this light, fluttery feeling in his heart, a feeling he hadn’t experienced in quite some time. As you stepped out from the water, you turned to see Arthur standing there.

“Oh!” You held a hand over your chest, startled. You relax as you put the fishing rod away, “Didn’t see you there. How’ve you been?” You ask as Jack stands and gathers the flower necklace he had made.

“Good… was wondering what you were up to. See you’re teaching him all you know about fishing.” Arthur teases as he steps forward, putting the cigarette out beneath his boot. A blush creeps across your face as you look away, trying desperately to avoid his gaze.

“Don’t think I know too much on the matter, Mr. Morgan.” You admit shyly. Arthur’s lips part to speak, only to be interrupted by the child.

“Let’s go, I’m hungry!” He insists, now standing between the two of you, “Can you swing me?” He questioned excitedly. You look to Arthur who nods to you in return.

“Anything for you.” You ruffle the boy’s hair. Each taking hold of the child’s small hands, you and Arthur swing Jack gently between the both of you as you return to camp, like one happy family.

#red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #rdr2 #red dead redemption #arthur morgan x reader #fluff #no angst #this time #rdr2 fanfic #jack marston #tilly jackson #micah bell #mary beth gaskill #javier escuella #bill williamson

[xx-thedarklord-xx]

Can’t Spell Enemy Without Friend

Ao3

“We can’t keep doing this,” Draco whispered, head over his shoulder as it was his turn to be the lookout. “Harry’s going to catch us, and I don’t want to see his face.”

“I know,” Ron groaned, the sound muffled by his head in his hands. “Me either, but what choice do we have?”

“We could come clean,” Draco hedged, biting his lip. Merlin knew he didn’t want to do that either, but they couldn’t keep going as is. Harry was getting suspicious.

“I don’t know,” Ron grimaced. “If you think Harry will be smug, you haven’t spent enough time around Hermione.”

“No thanks,” Draco drawled. Granger might be able to hold a conversation with him, but they didn’t get along and no amount of time was going to change that. “I’ll pass. You spend enough time with your wife for the both of us.”

Ron lifted his head just to flip him off. Rude. Absolutely no decorum.

“We might be overthinking this,” Ron said.

“You’d have to use your brain in the first place to overthink.”

“Piss off,” Ron said, rolling his eyes. “I’m just saying, what if we are making this bigger than it needs to be? They might not even react.”

“After all the valid shit I’ve said about you over the years?” Draco scoffed. “No one is going to believe that we’re friends.”

“You never know, they might—wait—what do you mean valid?”

Draco smirked. “Keep up Ronald, will you?”

“Why am I friends with you?”

“My charm, obviously.”

“That’s not it.”

“My dashing good looks.”

“That’s definitely not it.”

“My sharp wit.”

“You’d have to have wit in the first place.”

Draco lapsed in maturity as his face twisted in a mockery of Ron’s words. “You think you’re clever.”

“One of us has to be.”

The day he willingly became friends with Ron was clearly a mistake. His judgment had lapsed right along with his maturity.

A shame, truly a shame.

“I can’t fucking stand you.”

Ron elbowed him in the side. “You can lie to yourself, but you aren’t fooling me. I’m your best friend.”

“You are, and that right there is a cry for help. Surely, someone will hear it and save me from you.”

Another elbow to the side had Draco contemplating poisoning Ron. The brute knew that he bruised easily and still used his bony elbows on the regular.

“You’re so damn dramatic. If I didn’t know you, I’d wonder why Harry was with you.”

Draco looked down at his hands in an attempt to hide a wince. “You did wonder that, though.”

“Yeah, but—hey,” Ron turned to Draco, all humor gone as he covered Draco’s hands with his own. “Don’t second guess yourself now. The two of you have been together for years, longer than we’ve been friends, but I know enough about you to say that your insecurities can go fuck themselves.”

Draco snorted, hating that Ron always knew how to cheer him up. “I wish it was that easy.”

“He’s going to say yes, you know.”

His heart skipped several beats. “You don’t know that.”

Ron scoffed, eyes rolling before he pinched the back of Draco’s hand. “Don’t be stupid, that’s beneath you.”

“I know,” Draco closed his eyes. “But there’s a difference in being the boyfriend to me and being the husband.”

“Harry loves you, Draco. I know it, you know it. The whole world knows it because the two of you can’t stop making out in public. Sometimes doing more than that, you nasties.”

Draco laughed, hating that it came out wet. The weight of the ring box in his pocket felt heavier than it had in the month that he’d been carrying it everywhere with him.

“What if he says no?” Draco asked, looking at Ron pleadingly. “Don’t deflect and tell me that he will. I want to know the truth. What if he says no?”

Ron’s hands tightened their hold. “Then he says no, and you reevaluate your relationship. Decide if that’s a deal breaker or not.”

Draco nodded; stomach uneasy at the idea of being rejected. He appreciated the honesty, it’s what he needed.

“Just know that I get to keep you in the breakup if he says no,” Ron said, laying his head on Draco’s shoulder.

Draco rested his head against the top of Ron’s, smiling despite everything. “He’s your best friend, he’ll want a shoulder to cry on.”

“He can keep Hermione; she has shoulders too.”

“Okay,” Draco said, taking a deep inhale. “I’ll do it.”

“Yeah?” Ron asked, head moving until he could look at Draco with eyes bright and a wide grin. “You’ll do it?”

Draco nodded, resolve strengthening, and diminishing the morose mood he had been in.

“I’m going to ask my boyfriend to marry me.”

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 “Where’s Ron? He said he had to go to the loo an hour ago.”

Harry rolled his eyes, propping his feet on the table, glad that Draco wasn’t around to see it. “Off with Draco I imagine.”

Hermione’s lips quirked as she looked out the window. “How long do you think they’re going to pretend to hate each other?”

“Forever.”

“It’s been four years. They can’t think we’re stupid.”

“No,” Harry agreed, placing his hands behind his head. “I think it’s more that they think they’re that smart. That we wouldn’t have the foggiest clue that they sneak out to spend time together.”

“Idiots,” Hermione shook her head. “The both of them.”

“How long are we going to let them think we don’t know that they are friends?”

There was a mischievousness in Hermione’s eyes as she leaned forward and repeated Harry’s words.

“Forever.”  

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I was responding to @wtfiswiththisplace ask for a writer ask thing. One of the questions was, ‘what’s a fic idea that you have but haven’t written yet’. So I opened my notes app where I keep my fic ideas and this idea was the first one and I got so inspired in that moment that I didn’t even read the rest. Just picked this one and the idea wouldn’t leave. So here you go! (Also I’ll respond to your ask, sorry it took so long) 

#Drarry #Draco Malfoy #Harry Potter #Ron Weasley #Ron and Draco are secret friends #that can't admit that they are friends #because they don't want to see Harry's smug face #fluff #cute #no angst

[danisbrainrot]

lott modelling new clothes she bought for you to cheer you up after a rough day :(((

lottie matthews x reader

I love cute little blurb ideas like these <333

her shopping bags landed messily on the bed as she crawled on top of you, shifting so you were between her legs and she could press her forehead against yours. "you okay, baby?" lottie murmurs, kissing you softly.

you shake your head, leaning into the kiss and not letting her lips go. finally, she pulls away, looking at you seriously as a sigh leaves your mouth, "I had a shitty day," you reply. she pouted, pressing another kiss against your lips before pulling away.

"well, I finally used my t.k. maxx credit up, do you wanna see some of the stuff I bought?" lottie asks, you nod eagerly, your mood lighting up immediately. she laughs at this, but crawls off you and opens some of the bags. "close your eyes," you do as instructed and wait patiently until she allows you to open them again.

her first outfit is cute, a pink miniskirt and a white top. she gives a little spin, flourishing with a small curtsy. "you look like a Barbie doll," you tease, she flicks her hair behind her shoulders and blows you a kiss, before getting unchanged again. you close your eyes, letting her next outfit be a surprise.

lottie shows off five more outfits—making you worry how bad of a habit this whole stealing shitty clothes from t.k. maxx was. finally, she covers your eyes with a scarf she'd bought, "your eyes definitely have to be closed for this next one, because I bought this somewhere else," she whispers, her tone seductive; you grew excited by what she meant.

"you can take the scarf off now," she instructs. once the fabric is ripped off your eyes, your jaw drops at the sight. she was dressed in a scant red lingerie set, showing off her long legs and gorgeous figure. you swear you could feel drool in the corner of your mouth. she giggles at your reaction, twirling around to show off every inch of her. "do you like it?"

you finally unfreeze, gaining the ability to talk again. "I love it," you admire how gorgeous she looked standing before you in her red bra and undies, "in fact, you should wear that more often," she giggles, before crawling on top of you again. you pull her in for a passionate kiss, feeling the full weight of her on top of you, as you grip her waist tightly with you hands. "thank you, my days better already," you mutter against her lips.

a wide smirk appears on lottie's face as she begins moving your hand from her waist further up to her boobs. "just wait until you feel what's underneath it," she teases, shooting you a cheeky wink.

#fluff #fanfic #blurb #wlw #danisasks #lottie matthews x reader #lottie x reader #lottie matthews #yellowjackets #no angst #dani's fics <3

[creative-caramel-coffee]

I think I expressed my self terribly wrong sorry!

So basically reader is sick but maybe the team doesn’t realise and they do things unintentionally that make reader even more sick (like leaving the windows open, telling her to go buy something or I don’t know) until Wanda and Nat have enough and realise that reader is sick and tell the team to stop

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Stubborn and Sick

Pairings: Wandanat x R

Word count: 1K

Summary: Your sick and stubborn, but you also can’t back down from a challenge. What happens when Tony gets involved?

TW: sickness, fever, almost kinda fainting? (Idk), bread slander, fever induced vertigo, headache etc.

A/n Hehehe bread slander. Grains and seeds sucks so bad. I don’t care if its healthy it tastes like chunky cardboard. White bread and whole meal all the way peeps.

You were stubborn. It was a fact, and everyone knew it. So, when you got sick after falling in a frozen lake on the last mission Wanda and Nat decided to wait until you came to them for help instead of trying everything to convince you to let them help you.

The rest of the team however was more than a little blind when it came to other people's needs, not for lack of trying but more so because they were dense, and not just in terms of muscles.

You stood in the kitchen, the fever you had managed to develop this morning was throwing you for a loop. You were making some toast, hoping you would be able to deal with that at least. Your throat hurt so bad and there was a dull headache settling in for the long run it seemed.

You probably shouldn’t have stayed up all night trying to finish the mission report for fury. But tony had bed you a hundred bucks he would finish his before you did, and you weren’t one to back down from easy money.

You finished buttering the toast and patted the cash in your pocket and smiled to yourself. Turning to put the knife in the sink to clean later the world spun. You staggered a bit and held onto the bench with both hands leaning against it heavily.

“Damn this stupid fever” you muttered. When you vision cleared you deposited the knife and went back to the plate. Picking it up and setting out for your room. Your muscles hurt and your head hurt more. You had barely made it three feet down the hall when you heard a voice from the kitchen.

“Who ate all the bread?” It was Clint so you hightailed it out of there, knowing if he found it was you, he would send you to buy more. And you were pretty sure a trip to the shops would kill you at this point. Alas, fate was not on your side today. Being sick you were clumsy and slow due to the fever. Needless to say, Clint caught you easily. He scowled at the toast you were holding.

“I wanted a sandwich.” He grumbled. At this point tony walked past.

“Whats up Legolas?” Tony chirped probably hyped up on coffee and energy drinks.

“L/n here ate all the bread.” He said still scowling at the toast.

“Then it seemed fair she goes to buy more.” Tony grinned, “I know she has the money for it.” You glared at him.

“Fine.” You growled. So, despite the pounding headache and sore muscles, the fever and growing ache in your knees and back you submitted.

You huffed and nibbled on the toast before leaving it on the desk. As you left the room you shot the delicious toast a mournful longing look. It simple sat and waited.

The shops were awful to say the least. The lights hummed which hurt your head and the brightness hurt your eyes. Parts of you hurt that you didn’t know existed let alone could feel. You slouched and shuffled down the bread aisle. There were so many different types. You grabbed the first one you saw when a sudden wave of vertigo hit, and you stumbled like you had in the kitchen. Leaning against the shelf and closing your eyes.

Yelena was in town and so her and Nat were having a movie night, and as all good movie nights need, they were out getting snacks. So, you can imagine Natasha’s surprise when she saw you looking just about ready to pass out in the bread aisle. She wasted no time rushing to your side and steadying you with her hands on your shoulders.

“Y/n? Y/n!” She said patting you lightly on the cheek. You were very pale and seemed only mildly lucid at best.

Nat took the bread from your hands and shoved it in Yelena’s direction who took it and inspected it.

“Grains and seeds?” She mumbled. “Gross.” She shoved it back on the shelf and picked up a loaf of white bread.

“Y/n/n i need you to open your eyes for me sweetheart.” She said and you mumbled something incoherent.

“What was that love?” Nat asked feeling your forehead with the back of her hand. You were way too hot and defiantly running a high fever.

“I said m sick natty. ‘N i don’ feel good.” You slurred and Natasha looked around to Yelena before realising she had gone to buy the bread for you. She didn’t know why you wanted it but if it was worth almost dying for, she would buy it for you. After all you were dating her sister.

Nat scanned you up and down deciding that this had gone on for too long. In a gentle movement she scooped you into her arms and you tiredly rested your head on her chest eyes still shut and muttering nonsense. Yelena and Nat met at the register and the three of you headed back to the compound. Being an avenger Nat did receive too many odd looks for carrying her very pale and sick looking girlfriend through the shopping centre.

On the way back Yelena done with you in the back on Nat’s lap. She was fanning you with her hands in a fruitless attempt to cool you down. She had dialled Wanda who was going to meet them in your shared room with supplies and a wet cloth for you.

Nat easily carried you out of the car and back to the room. Wanda took your temperature and Yelena went to put the bread in the kitchen slightly thrown off by her sister being so domestic all of a sudden.

Your temperature as expected was far too high and so they went about cooling you down with a cloth and fever reducers. After a bit you were asleep with Wanda and Natasha laid beside you careful not to add too much extra heat to your already furnace-like temperature.

You rested and it was simple to say that Nat’s movie night gained an extra two people. Well … one witch and a half dead, half sick and fully asleep avenger.

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#marvel #sicfic #the avengers #wanda maximoff #wandanat #natasha romanov #wanda marvel #natasha romaoff #wandanat comfort #wandanat x reader #Yelena belova #tony stark #clint barton #whump #fluff #no angst #no smut #illness #sick r #sick reader #fever #flu #headache #vertigo #sickness #sick #bread slander #marvel sicfic #avenger r #Yelena x r

[wangxianficrecs]

An Evening Well Spent by Admiranda

An Evening Well Spent

by Admiranda (@admirableadmiranda)

G, 2k, Wangxian

Summary:Jin Ling had hoped for a quiet evening in getting to visit with his uncles that he didn't get to see very often. Things went a bit awry. Kay's comments: Just a little post-canon fluff and Wangxian staying at Jinlintai and getting up to some shenanigans with Jin Ling feat. drunk Lan Wangji. Very cute, very funny, really enjoyed it!! Excerpt: He felt his face heat and scowled and ducked his head. “What's with you, Hanguang-jun?” he demanded, stepping out of head patting range before it could happen again. He looked helplessly at Wei Wuxian, who was being terrible and unhelpful by leaning on the wall and laughing. “Wei Wuxian? What's wrong with your husband?” Hanguang-jun, apparently uncaring of any insult only wandered back across the hall to pat Wei Wuxian on the head as well, as if he were worried he were feeling left out by only Jin Ling being tormented that way. “Wei Ying, the ponds.” “Yes, yes, the ponds,” Wei Wuxian said with an odd pinkness to his cheeks as Lan Wangji took one of his hands into his own, then pulled him across the hallway to grab Jin Ling's own hand before he could react, pulling the both of them along in the wrong direction again. “Lan Zhan, why don't you let Jin Ling lead?” Lan Wangji seemed to consider that for a moment then keep going. “Wei Wuxian,” he hissed under his breath, “what is going on?” His shishu made a half skip to keep up, looking utterly unfazed by the turn his evening had taken, “Lan Zhan was not looking at which cup he picked up at dinner and stole mine,” he said calmly, gently tugging on his arm to lead him in another direction at Jin Ling's nod. “So now the time for being drunk has arrived.”

pov jin ling, post-canon, family feels, families of choice, drunk lan wangji, drunken shenanigans, bonding, family bonding, fluff, fluff and humor, no angst

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#Wangxian Fic Rec #The Untamed #Wangxian #MDZS #Kay's Rec #March 2024 #An Evening Well Spent #Admiranda #short fic <15k #Gen #pov jin ling #post-canon #family feels #families of choice #drunk lan wangji #drunken shenanigans #bonding #family bonding #fluff #fluff and humor #no angst

[eletricheart]

hiiii! I have a request for donna beneviento. I was hoping for her lover, the reader, to show up to donna's house like normal, but they are sick with the flu. When donna asks why reader came, reader says that they dont care if they're sick or not, they just want to see donna <3 cue donna being a flustered mess, but then panicking internally when reader lets out a particularly harsh cough. Just some fluffy caretaking if you wouldnt mind, thank youuuuu :) (maybe if you're feeling like writing a longer fic, you could make reader have a fever-induced nightmare, and donna is the only thing that can calm reader))

Fever

(Donna Beneviento x Reader)

*image creds to owner

Word count: 882

ps: ty for the request hope u like it🫶

ps2: not proofread

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Winter was finally over but the sudden change of temperature was enough to get you sick for a week. Usually you'd stay at home resting however every week you would have a home date with Donna.

Hence why you were walking towards her front porch looking like an Arctic scavenger. The dollmaker was surprised to see your attire but didn't pay much mind until she went to greet you.

You were shaking a little but still removed the mask to smile at her. "Sorry I'm late, my stomach wasn't kind this morning."

Donna nodded and ushered you in, getting concerned with how red your face was. "Are you okay?"

You nodded enthusiastically, supporting yourself with the now closed door due to the rapid movement. "Yeah! Just got a bit of a flu, nothing to worry about."

The dollmaker tensed for a moment, silently commanding her dolls to prepare some tea and bring blankets to the living room. "You should've stayed at home, it's dangerous to walk around sick! What were you thinking?" She questioned, leading you to the room.

You sighed. "I haven't seen you this week. I would rather face a thousand winters then stay away from you for so long. Please forgive me." You said, pouting.

Donna was thankful for wearing her veil, so you couldn't see how flustered she became with just one sentence. "Th-That's nonsense, you don't need to ask for forgiveness. But…next time, just call me."

You laughed. "I will."

After successfully trapping you in a world of blankets, Donna lit the fireplace and sat beside you. "Are you sure you're okay?"

You tried to answer but a sudden cough took place so you just nodded while trying to breathe.

You were still okay, you got used to the coughing after the second sick day. However, for Donna you were on death's door. The dollmaker could feel her heart racing, her hands trembling and her eye feeling with tears.

She practically ran off the room leaving your confused self drowning in blankets.

Donna returned with more pillows, some plants from her garden that were for good health, tea, water, a bowl with water and some towels. She even called Mother Miranda, who assured her that in five minutes a crow would leave some medicine at the door.

You were watching her set up a small hospital on the center table with a gentle smile. "Donna, it's okay, I'm not dying, I promise."

The dollmaker shook her head. "You're sick, I need to take your temperature."

You nodded weakly, feeling the hands of Morpheus trying to carry you into the dream world.

Donna was slightly shaking but still managed to check your temperature and breathing. "You have a bit of a fever, I believe Mother will bring some medicine. You should drink some water."

You nodded and drank half a glass of water, settling back down on the couch, in a lying position. "Where's Angie? I thought she'd be trying to steal the blankets from me by now."

Donna chuckled. "I had to lock her in my room. When she heard you were sick she stole a syringe and claimed she'd turn you into her bioweapon."

You laughed, still coughing at the end, but less intensely. However you noticed the dollmaker stiff posture. "I just need to sleep for a second, then it'll be good again."

Donna nodded, kissed your forehead and stood up, getting ready to cool the bowl of water. But she was stopped by you holding her arm before she moved too far. "Please don't leave me, I don't like to be alone."

Donna smiled and removed her veil to lay down more comfortably beside you.

The Lady had only moved away for a few minutes in order to receive Mother Miranda's package, suddenly she heard a scream and rushed back to you.

You were still sitting on the couch, but your face was marked with tears and your entire body felt like it was burning alive. You vision was still blurry from sleep and even though you tried to breathe it felt as if no air was going inside.

Donna approached you gently, trying to not make things worse but the second you saw her you jumped towards the woman and hugged her tight. She guided you back to the couch, not once breaking the embrace.

You curled on her and kept attempting on calming down. She was drawing soothing patterns on your back, humming lowly and controlling her breathing so you could immitate.

It took at least fifteen minutes for you to calm down, holding her as if she was your only connecting with reality.

Donna waited until your breathing had evened to speak. "Can you tell me what happened?" She asked, gently.

You took a deep breath before nodding. "I had a nightmare…I-I don't exactly remember what happened, just the feeling. Then I woke up and you weren't here anymore. I guess I panicked." You closed your eyes tightly and snuggled yourself even more against Donna.

The dollmaker allowed you to lay on her, pulling some of the blankets that fell and covering you. "I'm sorry, I won't leave again."

You nodded. "Promise?"

"Promise."

Your body relaxed and soon enough you fell asleep, knowing that Donna was there to protect you against anything.

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#re8 #resident evil village #non canon #resident evil #fanfic #donna beneviento #donna beneviento x reader #re8 donna #lady beneviento #lady beneviento x reader #resident evil fluff #fluff #no angst #re8 fanfiction #re8 fic #lady angie #angie re8

[lavender-000]

The Black Cat Part 2

might continue this short series and if you guys like it I'll eventually write it out properly and post it on AO3.

"I'm telling you, Sirius!" James exclaimed loudly drawing the attention of half of the Great Hall to his group,

"There is a stray here and I'm worried" he noted sadly. He couldn't help but wonder if he got enough food, if he was cared for, and if other students were nice to him. Perhaps that's why the cat continues to merely look at him from afar- the fear as a result of past cruelty. The idea brought tears to his eyes.

"Please James" Sirius scoffed. "And how do you know it's not a student?"

James wanted to laugh at the possibility. Although rare, he would be ignorant to think the marauders are the only illegal animangus to walk the halls of Hogwarts.

Although the idea was cool, he quickly dismissed it with a roll of his eyes and a flick of his wrist. "As if, it's been months a person wouldn't randomly observe me from afar for this long" he laughed at the idea.

Remus seemed to disagree with a doubtful look in his eye but otherwise remained silent.

"Going back to the topic-" James continued, "I want to adopt it, can we start leaving food for it?"

"Where do you plan on doing that?" Peter asked amused by his friend's antics.

"I don't know, our dorm? Corridor near it?" James listed.

"There are so many things wrong with that plan I don't even know where to begin" Remus sighed exasperated resulting in Sirius' loud laugh.

As their group continued to plan they failed to realize a certain black-haired Slytherin with piercing grey eyes that was listening to their every word. With a hidden smile and rosy cheeks, he had an idea.

#marauders #regulus black #james potter #jegulus #dead gay wizards #fic ideas #remus lupin #sirius black #james x regulus #animagus #reg as a cat #cat #regulus x james #fluff #magic au #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #no angst

[snowfll]

Make a Move; Treech

pairing - Treech x fem!reader summary - Growing up, you were always attracted to Treech, but you never did anything about it. The doubts and friendship always seemed to get in the way. words - 1.81 k warning - fluff! note - OMG, it’s been so long since I’ve uploaded on here and im so sorry. I experienced a lil bit of writers block, but I have a couple of idea so hopefully I will write more! I also surprisingly love this one-shot, so lemme know if you like it as well!! request more things, you guys come up with better ideas than I do. oh and lamina request coming soon!

You believed you had made it pretty obvious. From the moment you met him in the woods, he was the only one you paid attention to. Others were freaked out by the fact he never left your eyesight—but you didn’t care.

Every time he would speak to you or even look in your direction, you would immediately freeze up. His simple observations of the things you would do made you go crazy.

The adults called it a little crush, but you knew it was more than that—you wanted it to be more than that. Unfortunately, you believed he could only ever view you as the clingy girl he met at a young age. He never did anything to show you there was a mutual liking.

In your childhood, you wouldn’t consider yourselves close. You were in the same friend group, yes, but he liked to play around with the boys while you climbed the trees and sat admiring him from the branches and gossiping with your best friend, Lamina. Whenever you were together, it was often silent—mainly because you were extremely nervous around him.

Sure, you’ve found other boys cute over the years—many who seemed to like you—but they could never compare to Treech. They weren’t caring or natural gentlemen. They didn’t make sure you were comfortable at all times. Treech did. You knew he was the one for you; no one could tell you otherwise.

As you both matured, the crush matured as well. The childish pining after him turned into hanging out and enjoying the time spent with him. On some days, you felt as if your feelings were reciprocated—the flirting and kind gestures. However, on other days, not so much—calling you his best friend and acting like that is all you ever would be. Still, you waited for him to make a move, refusing to do it yourself.

On this particular day, Treech decided to take you out on what you wished to be a date. As Treech knocked on your door, excitement and anticipation bubbled within you. He pulled you out of the house, and together, you ventured deeper into the familiar forest. The air was charged with a mix of playful energy and underlying emotions, creating a sense of unspoken tension.

Engaging in your usual antics, you both ran around, played games, and chased each other through the woods. As you both ran through the trees to your favorite spot, a playful banter ensued.

“Remember that time we got lost here as kids?” Treech chuckled, referring to the lake deep in the forest.

“Yeah, and you thought it was the best adventure ever,” you replied, the memories of your childhood escapades making the present moment even more special.

The day continued with laughter and shared stories. At times, Treech’s actions seemed to carry a different weight—a subtle shift that didn’t go unnoticed.

As you both lay on a blanket, a comfortable silence settled over the scene. The lake stretched out before you, its calm waters reflecting the dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves. Yet, amidst the tranquility, your gaze kept drifting toward Treech.

He stared thoughtfully at the lake, his eyes reflecting a distant contemplation. The playfulness that had marked the earlier part of the day seemed to have faded into a more introspective mood. You couldn’t help but watch him, wondering what thoughts occupied his mind.

His profile was outlined against the serene backdrop, which held a certain mystery. You found yourself caught in the details—the way his eyes focused on the ripples of the water, the subtle furrow on his brow, the way his fingers absentmindedly traced the pattern on the blanket. There was an undeniable charm in those quiet moments.

But alongside the enchantment, a nagging doubt crept in. Why, despite the laughter and the special moments you shared, did Treech act like your connection was nothing more than a friendship? You couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something unsaid—a puzzle piece missing from the picture you painted together.

As he continued to gaze at the lake, you couldn’t resist sneaking glances at his face, searching for clues. Was it something you did or said? Was there a reason he hesitated to show his feelings? What do you have to do for him to give the two of you a try? The unspoken question lingered in the air, and a sense of longing grew within you, wishing for clarity that seemed just out of reach.

The sun soon began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the lake. The water rippled gently, reflecting the changing hues of the sky. It had been quiet for a while; the forest around you seemed to hush its usual sounds, as if respecting the sacredness of the moment.

Breaking the tranquil silence, Treech turned to you, his eyes reflecting a vulnerability that hadn’t been there before. “You know, being here with you today has made me realize something.”

Your heart quickened, sensing a shift in the atmosphere. “What is it?” you asked, your voice soft.

He took a deep breath, his eyes locked with yours. “I’ve known you for so long, and I’ve finally come to terms that my feelings for you go beyond friendship. I really like you, more than just a friend.”

A wave of emotions swept over you—surprise, joy, and a sense of relief. The tension that had lingered throughout the day suddenly made sense. You tried to play it cool, but inside you were panicking. This was the moment you had waited for all your life.

Treech continued, “I didn’t want to risk our friendship, but I couldn’t hold this back any longer. You mean a lot to me, and I needed you to know.”

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips. “Treech, I’ve been feeling the same way since we were children.” The words hung in the air, affirming a connection that had silently blossomed over the years. He looked at you with shock written all over his face—as if he hadn’t expected you to return the feelings.

“Do you know how many nights I spent debating whether I should knock on your door? To let you know, I wanted more. To call you mine?” You asked, letting out all your thoughts and feelings that had accumulated over the years.

The shocked look on his face stayed the same as he opened his mouth to speak. “What? I had absolutely no idea you liked me.”

A playful glint sparkled in your eyes as you responded to Treech’s shock. “Honestly, I thought I made it pretty obvious. I mean, everyone knew. I practically walked around with a sign saying, ‘I like trees.' Did you not notice?”

His expression shifted from shock to a mix of surprise and realization. “No! Everyone knows?”

You chuckled, “Yes! Come on! I was always freezing up whenever you spoke to me, or did you think that was just my thing? And the constant admiration from the tree branches? I practically lived up there just to have a better view of you.”

His surprise morphed into a sheepish grin upon hearing everything you did for his attention. “I guess I was a bit oblivious. I thought you were just being your usual self.”

You playfully nudged him. “My ‘usual self’ was practically shouting my feelings for you. I even climbed trees just to impress you.”

He laughed, the tension disappearing with each shared moment of understanding. “Well, I guess I was too caught up in wanting to look cool in front of you to notice.”

You grinned, appreciating his honesty. “I always thought you were cool.”

Treech’s expression softened, and he nudged you playfully. “Guess I missed out on a lot by not realizing it sooner.”

“I’m glad you made the first move. God knows I wasn’t ever going to tell you.” You confessed, the honesty flowing effortlessly now that the truth was out. As the two of you moved closer to each other, the nervousness that had once lingered vanished in the newfound comfort of honesty.

“Why is that? Why did you hide it for so long?” He asked, raising an eyebrow, curiosity in his eyes.

A thoughtful smile played on your lips. “It might seem kind of lame, but I thought it was better to keep it a secret rather than knowing if you felt the same or not.”

Treech’s gaze held a warmth that mirrored the moonlit night. “You know, I was scared too. Scared that if I admitted my feelings, things would change between us.”

You nodded, understanding his perspective completely. The admission echoed your own fears—you would’ve continued to hide your feelings if it were to preserve the friendship. “It’s funny how we both held back because we cared too much. But now that everything’s out in the open, it feels right, doesn’t it?”

He chuckled with a reassuring tone in his voice. “More than right.” He reached for your hand, a silent affirmation of the newfound closeness. “I’m excited to see where this takes us,” he admitted, his gaze filled with anticipation.

You squeezed his hand, feeling the warmth of a shared journey ahead. “Now that I have you, I’m never letting you go.”

The moon continued to illuminate the lake, its reflection rippling with the promise of a future filled with love and honesty. The night, now a canvas painted with shared confessions, marked the beginning of the rest of your life.

As you both gazed up at the stars, a new, comfortable silence settled between you. No longer burdened by unspoken feelings, the air was light, and every shared glance spoke volumes.

A warmth enveloped you both as you leaned against him, the world around you fading away. In the quietude, your hearts beat in unison, wrapped in the comfort of each other’s presence.

You both felt the magic of the moment—the beginning of a love story that was hidden in the innocence of childhood. This was a night to remember, a night where everything fell into place.

The two of you were destined to be—just as you knew when you were children. Everything you did as a child was worth it—the pinning after him, getting closer to him despite the intense nerves you got. The childhood crush, the silent admiration, the nervous moments that turned into laughter, and the patient waiting for him to make a move—all of it led to this beautiful moment. It was all worth it in the end; you had him.

“It’s always gonna be you.”

#tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games #treech fanfiction #onehsot #treech #treech tbosas #i love treech #treech x reader #treech thg #district seven #coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow x reader #tom blyth #coriolanus x you #coriolanus snow x fem!reader #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow fanfiction #fluff #no angst #childhood love #friends to lovers #oblivious

[aprocessionofthoughts]

To succeed is to fail

whumptober2023 day 9- mistaken identity fandom- Danny phantom x Batman TW- nothing summary- The Amity Parkers have the opportunity (they didn't want) to explore Gotham. It's just too bad that Danny looks a lot like adoption bait.

First of all, I’d like to state that I know this is whumptober. But the story disagreed. So now we have whumpcracktober.

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They were not supposed to be here. They didn't want to be here. They hadn’t even tried to be here. Yet luck had never been on the Amity Parker’s side before, and they should have realized this would be no different.

It was their senior year and things around Amity had calmed down. Or at least everyone was used to Amity’s special brand of crazy.

He had told his parents about Phantom and they had helped hunt down the GIW. Most of Amity was discovered to be liminal and most of the young people had developed some basic abilities. 

And then Mrs. Abernagaby decided that their science final would be a group project. This wasn’t anything new. Every year Casper participated in the Helping Intelligent Minds Be Outstanding competition–better known as the HIMBO competition.

And usually the smartest seniors would be picked to work on a group project to submit. Casper High had never won. So, this year Mrs. Abrnagaby decided that all the seniors could work on it together. Because more heads were better than one!

Obviously she didn’t remember what being part of a group project felt like. And she obviously didn't account for the fact that no one would care.

They weren’t even told what the award was since it varied year to year and was meant to be a surprise.

All they were told was that they had to design a new air filtration system.

So, being seniors who had survived ghost attacks, invasions, their town being pulled into another dimension, dealing with the GIW, and making it through adjusting to Amity shifting to the stranger side as everyone's liminality began to show, they did not try.

Which was how they ended up with this masterpiece.

The challenge was to design a new air filtrator. Which if they had wanted to, would have been easy since air filters that would reduce the amount of ectoplasm in the air had been designed before the residents realized it was too late to do any good, and so they had never been made.

They didn’t even submit a design; it was a paper mache volcano covered in everyone’s failed tests. The accompanying research paper they were supposed to submit had Dash’s and Paulina’s self-insert fanfics with– you guessed it– phantom as the love interest. Danny had tried to make them remove it since it was awkward now that they knew who he was, but they had claimed they wrote it before they knew. Danny knew this was a lie because they were lying liars who lied. 

The paper also included one of Sam’s activist papers, Wes’s conspiracies about Bruce Wayne being Batman’s sugar daddy (now that everyone knew Danny was Phantom Wes didn’t feel the need to include that research (he also believed that Batman was Bruce Wayne but didn’t want to antagonize the furry who could ruin his life)). 

Tucker had included evidence of a Pentagon hack he had done a few years ago, Mikey had drawn some incredible fanart about Green Lantern (he said this would have the greatest effect on Gothamites and Wes agreed saying Batman didn’t like Green Lantern. How he knew this, no one asked.).

And lastly, they attached a file of them doing the Harlem Shake.

Mrs. Abernagaby hadn’t even looked at it before sending it off.

And then of course they had won. And what a grand prize it was! They won a trip to Gotham to explore the various big businesses, as well as a chance to apply at those locations for internships. Yeah… Sam had found out all the other schools had dropped out after finding out the prize. No one wanted to go to Gotham. But the school said it was a learning opportunity! To see what it was like outside Amity! To see what normal was supposed to be like!

So, they were forced to go, but at least they got Mr. Lancer as their supervisor and they wouldn’t even have to take a long bus ride because Amity was friends with Gotham. Apparently there weren’t very many Living Cities and the two liked to talk. They also thought it would be hilarious if the Amity Parkers went to Gotham. So, Amity had temporarily turned the road that left the city into a portal that led to Gotham’s border, and at the end of the week Gotham would return them.

And that was how he had ended up here. In the back of a smelly van with a smelly bag over his head surrounded by smelly men probably heading to a smelly, sketchy location. All because these men were stupid and thought he was some Wayne kid.

Sure, he could have gotten out. But this was honestly more interesting than touring another boring building and having to almost get mugged again.

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AN-I plan to continue this but it probably won’t be until after October because I want to focus on completing the challenges I'm participating in.

#whumptober 2023 #whumptober #no.9 #mistaken identity #danny phantom #danny phantom fanfiction #batman #dp x dc #dp x dc fanfic #humor #no angst #I know this was supposed to be whumptober #but the story disagreed #what was I supposed to do #aren't we supposed to support our children's decision #I was being a supportive story writer