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wikiangela · 5 months

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fuck it friday

tagged by @daffi-990 @giddyupbuck @spotsandsocks

hi!! i'm back lol - well, the craziness at work is done and I'm slowly getting back to writing bc I haven't written in like a week and it's killing me lol (this is gonna sound dramatic but I literally don't feel like myself if I don't write for too long haha) I don't have anything new to share rn, but I figured since it's already december and since some of y'all are sharing Christmas fics, and knowing I likely won't write one this year, I'm gonna shamelessly plug my holiday fake dating fic with 4 Christmases and 6 Christmas chapters actually 😂 (Christmas was a very important time for Buck and Eddie's relationship in this lol) - there's obvi more holidays in this but anyway, here's a snippet of their first Christmas together also, it's been a year since I posted the first chapter and I'm feeling nostalgic lol, this fic is my baby and I love it so much (tho there's so many things I'd change now lol)

[read on Ao3]

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Turns out, Buck is very much serious about the whole thing, and Christopher finds it hilarious and is eager to play along. Eddie doesn’t have valid arguments not to do it, and it’s not like he doesn’t want to. After another snide comment when talking to his parents, he made his decision. And he already felt this exciting feeling of satisfaction when he told them he’d be bringing someone for Christmas this year – miraculously, Buck and Eddie don’t work on Christmas, and they took an additional day off, so their schedules allow for a three-day trip to Texas.

So now, it’s Christmas Eve and they’re on their way from the airport to Eddie’s childhood home, and he’s nervous, doubts just starting to seep in. What on earth possessed him to do this? He can’t lie to his family. He can’t pretend to be in love with Buck. What if he really does fall in love with him? What if everything goes to shit? He’s watched enough movies to know it’s a bad idea, but he couldn’t and still can’t bring himself to stop it.

“So.” Eddie says, his voice shaking slightly, as they sit in a cab. “We’re doing this.”

“Yep.” he can hear Buck grin next to him. “Unless you still wanna back out?” he adds quickly. They could still say Buck’s just a friend. No big deal. But Eddie does have this petty desire to stir something up, and this seems perfect.

“No. It’ll be fine.” he smiles at Buck, and then feels hot when Buck grabs his hand and interlaces their fingers, winking at him. Christopher laughs.

“You’d make a great couple.” he comments. He’s been unusually happy about all of this. He also asked Eddie a few days ago if Eddie loves Buck, which prompted a conversation, but he thinks Chris knows what’s going on now. Eddie doesn’t really know what to think about that.

“Thanks, buddy.” Buck responds excitedly, squeezing Eddie’s hand, and he can’t contain a smile. If not anything else, at least all three of them are going to have a lot of fun.

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no pressure tags: @elvensorceress @gaydiaz @diazass @thebravebitch @silentxxsoul @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @arthursdent @diazblunt @911onabc @spagheddiediaz @housewifebuck @gayhoediaz @rogerzsteven @watchyourbuck @monsterrae1 @honestlydarkprincess @underwater-ninja-13 @eowon @exhuastedpigeon @weewootruck @loserdiaz @evanbegins @steadfastsaturnsrings @ladydorian05 @malewifediaz @pirrusstuff @theotherbuckley @911-on-abc @hoodie-buck @wildlife4life @fortheloveofbuddie @nmcggg @diazpatcher @jeeyuns @jesuisici33 @thewolvesof1998 @lover-of-mine @hippolotamus @disasterbuckdiaz @jamespearce9-1-1

#fuck it friday #the holiday fic #wikiangela writes #for a holiday (and forevermore)#some shameless self promo #it's done and 95k and it's fake dating and it's fluffy and cute and I love it haha #also there's quite a bit of eddie and his sisters and it was my fave thing to write (abc give us some big brother eddie pls im begging lol)#and just recently this fic got my first ever 1k kudos which is just mindblowing and i get overwhelmed if i think about it too long lol #so perfect time to share it again haha #buddie fic #buddie #my writing #fic snippet #this post got long and rambling lmao sorry and if you read it all ily <3 hahaha

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taegularities · 5 months

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regarding: colour me in – HMMMMM okay pls talk to me about this 🎨🤍

#you guys okay with a 28/29k chapter?#it's looking like it sigh #i know you all love big chapters a lot but i always get worried it might be way too much!!#and that ppl might not read if it gets too long/lose interest/not come back to it since it takes time?#but idk.. do i post it at once without splitting? or removing anything?#like every scene is so important and cmi11-core and i promise im working hard on it all 👉🏼👈🏼#and i would love for you all to read it bc cmi11 is so important and my entire heart is in it andddddd 🥺 would love for you to love it!#but oh god i never shut up fsjkhfksjajfs #pls lmk :') if no one's around i'll ask again in a day or two <3 #fic: colour me in

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sighonaraa · 9 months

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and do not recognize us as we pass

(the mom city fix-it, ft. dead james tartt.)

Jamie has this dream, sometimes. It starts, and he can’t breathe, and he can’t wake up. It’s like: He’s in a car, and he’s driving real fucking fast, and for some reason it’s dark out and he can’t see for shit but he’s still not slowing down. It’s like: He doesn’t want to slow down. It’s like: He’s in a car, and he’s driving real fucking fast, and for some reason it’s dark out and he can’t see for shit but he’s still not slowing down and there’s a cliff rising in front of him, closer and closer and closer, and he might not be able to see for shit but for some reason he can see that cliff and the empty abyss beyond it. It’s like: He knows the cliff is coming and he doesn’t want to slow down. Jamie has this dream, sometimes. It ends, and he wakes up, and he still can’t breathe. (in which james tartt sr. dies, and jamie is haunted by a ghost.)

read it now on ao3!

#[would you still love me if i was a worm voice]#would you still read the mom city fix it if it was 30k words #im so. vibrating abt this #also pls pls heed the tags! <3 #jamie tartt #mom city fix it #ted lasso #roy kent #keeley jones #afc richmond #rebecca welton #my fic #ted lasso fic

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fatuismooches · 8 months

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*kicks door open*

Saw that Dottore post talking in a different language in the middle of class. It will NOT stop me for brain rotting.

God he'd say everything and anything he wants to tell you in the language that attracts you the most and he'd laugh affectionately when you glate at him with a red face. He'd be SO teasing about it, calling you pet names you don't know the meaning of but he says it so sweet and tender that it makes ur heart beat so fast,, you'd see him leaving notes to you with lines of what it seems to be a poem and you dont understand at all, and the segments do it to you as well like!!! CMON 😭😭

They refuse to help you study the language bc it's not a collective thing they do and they all use so many different languages it makes ur head spin

IM IN SHAMBLES MOOCHES... THAT ANON GOT ME ON A FRENZY OF IDEAS IM CRYING GFAHGHGDHGRSAAGGHHHH

But imagine making ur own language just to level with dottore???? After learning it and developing it n becoming fluent, you burned all ur notes and documents of your own language and u watch him and the segments fume when you talk to him in a language he has never heard of

(Now imagine talking to a fellow harbinger with the said language, teaching them to further egg on him 🤭🤭🤭)

HCHKCHDOEHFOSIW this is kaiser and it's time for me to EXPLODE 💥💥💥

AHHUDWDWD THIS IS SO SO CUTE. IM BRAINROTTING SOOO HARD BEFORE CLASS UGHHH I LOVE THESE IDEAS😭😭❤️ He would be SO relentless with teasing you, you would literally have to BEG him to return to speaking in your native language because he is a monster ugh 😒😤 You would have no idea what he's saying no matter how much you try and plead for him to tell you... you eventually hear certain words so many times you just associate them with a pet name that you still have no clue as to what it is. You HATE how much he has you wrapped around his finger and blushing but you also love it because who doesn't love when the Doctor is so outwardly affectionate to you 😔❤️ tHE POEMS BRO. THE POEMS. I think he's also very bad at written affection but since it's in another language he has creative freedom 😭 you'll never know the disgusting sappy things he'll write. The clones being in on it is the funniest part lmao you thought they would be on your side 😭😭💔

oh MY GOD THOUGH READER MAKING THEIR OWN LANGUAGE IS MY FAVORITEEE PART!!!! I love when reader tries to one-up Dottore, like, two can play at that game honey, i'm not your lover for no reason 🤭 LMAO i can just imagine reader grinding out their language verbally and written, day and night, just to spite Dottore and make him feel what you feel >:)

The look on their faces would be PRICELESS. Dottore would ask you to repeat what you said and you would, happily, and then walk away as if what you said is everyday language... they would be scrambling to figure out what is going onnnnn 😭 HELP YESSS Pantalone, Bina, and Childe are the best candidates 🤭 He would be so annoyed at seeing you communicate with these three so jollying... ehehe also teaching his child clone the language too, because the baby would never betray you either and would stick his tongue out at the bribing of other clones.

DEEP BREATHES KAI DONT EXPLODE- 😭

#smooches talks #moots: kai <3 #dottore love notes <3 #zandy bb <3 #i love how we're all reading fanfics during class #actually this takes me back to a time when i was reading one of ur fics in class and my friend was watching me and i had to stop 😭#PLS SEND ANY MORE IDEAS IM BEGGING I LOVE UR WRITING #i cant i love this dynamic sm #how long do u think itll take for him to decipher ur language tho with that brain of his lmfao

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sexynetra · 3 months

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Guess who wrote a fic loosely based on this video 🤭

Thank you @thecollectionsof for encouraging me <333

“You trust me, don’t you?” Dawn smiled hopefully — a dazzling grin that had Amanda’s brain shorting out.

She did trust Dawn. More than she trusted anyone in the world.

#I’ll make another post with the big ao3 banner thing soon but I needed you all to see the video that inspired this #drag race #rpdr #RuPaul’s drag race #drag race 16 #rpdr 16 #RuPaul’s drag race 16 #Amanda Tori meating #Dawn #up until dawn #amandawn #pls read this guys 🥺#yes I double linked it what about it #eat my ass if ur mad about it #Jk jk I love you all and I am such a nice and sweet person actually #but I wrote this entire fic at like 3 am on my phone so.#do with that information what you will #botfe

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 1 month

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top 5 wips you’re most excited to write? :D

AH …. anon my beloved 🥺🥺🥺 tysm for giving me an excuse to talk about them!!!! i have a whole bunch but here are the ones i’m most excited for/planning to write soon :3 hopefully

TITLES ARE STILL UNDER CONSTRUCTION BTW but if you know where any of them are from you get a big gold star ⭐️

it’s your touch that i need

the best friend’s brother!satoru fic that i’m planning on posting next….. i’m . Unsure if i’ll have time to post it this week but :’3 i’ll get it done!!! honestly i just think bfb!toru is insanely attractive so this is mostly an outlet for that but . i have a plot mapped out kind of… the unrequited love trope is just perfect for him but it’s Me so it’ll probably be less angsty and more funny/bittersweet !!

here’s a snippet from it <3

”you’re a good kid,” he says, and his smile teeters on the edge of something apologetic. mostly, it’s pitying. ”there are lots of people out there for you.” the weight of his palm on your head is usually a comfort, but like this? it’s a specific kind of torture. he ruffles your hair, as affectionate as ever, the same as it’s always been. not a trace of any romantic intent. there are lots of people out there for you. (i know, you want to tell him, but your voice is raspy and your throat feels sort of dry. i know. but i want you.)

hunter, you were human

my neglected mer!sugu fic…… our beloved fish man….. one day. i’ll write it out. i’m having some trouble deciding the order of events + general formatting of the outline so 😭😭 i’m a bit stuck. i’ll get there though!!! this au has angst potential but it’s Me so trust that this will be fluffy and nothing else. lots of banter and cutesy moments. i have a lotttt of thoughts about this au and character/reader dynamic so….. i’m. really excited to eventually write it all out!!! i love him sm :cc

“i don’t really like freshwater.” … your eyes widen. his voice is silky, smooth, like a silver river running from the forked tip of his tongue; a melodic lilt that makes you think of the lullaby your mother used to sing you to sleep with. a long, slow moment passes you by, like the rocking of a rusty ship. silently, your tongue forms around a bundle of words, your mouth gaping like a fish out of water. staring at the merman in your bathtub. “you can talk?!”

consider the hairpin turn

THE BELOVEDEST OF THEM ALL …… my extremely neglected best friend’s brother!kenjaku fic T_T my magnum opus even . i started writing it out a while ago but had to stop bc i can’t decide how to format it …. i think it’d be best to tell the story through a lot of flashbacks but it’s difficult to decide where to put what flashbacks in a way that doesn’t disturb the flow, yk??? but i do have everything outlined and i’m super excited to finally post it :33 someday… bfb!kenny is the actual loml i have so much lore planned for him. this fic is just a whole bunch of yearning and tension… the tiniest tiniest bit suggestive bc he truly makes me ill.

nervously, your gaze trails towards the stairs. worried, your teeth gnawing at your bottom lip. kenjaku notices. a large palm cradles your cheek; making sure your eyes stay locked onto his own. ”don't worry about him,” he soothes, a rough thumb smoothing down your skin. ”it’s just us here… just you and me. why don’t you take a deep breath for me, hm?” (you do. without thinking. as if your body was waiting for instructions, waiting to satiate this gnawing desire to impress him, make him proud. be good for him.) “now,” he exhales, in tandem with you, molecules mingling together. “do you want this?”

only in the next world

ANOTHER DEARLY BELOVED WIP that’s been rotting in my drafts for a while ….. 👉👈 i think that out of all of these fics this is the first one that i wrote the outline to?? probably even before i made this blog. it’s basically just a canon-aligned au where gojo navigates his maybe-possibly-feelings for you, a new teacher at jujutsu high!! sooo really just my attempt to write what i view as a more canon-aligned gojo and his feelings towards love :3 mostly character-centered fluff and slowburn… some office au vibes…. i’m very fond of this reader!! and i love this version of gojo so bad i really hope i can do him justice…

“they’re a softie, huh?” shoko exhales — smoke drifting past her lungs, mingling with the cold air, a stench of tobacco that makes him crinkle his nose. ”they are,” she hums, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. a dangerously knowing look. “it’s not often someone captures your attention.” gojo smiles. ”is that what it seems like?” he drawls, almost a chuckle. closing his eyes and thinking of you, the fading scent of your perfume. ”well, who knows.” (certainly not him.)

signs of affection

my sickeningly fluffy cult leader geto fic <333 bc i’m spreading the agenda that he is a puppy of a man towards his s/o. this one is just meant to be funny and sweet!! i adoreee the thought of him dating a retired sorcerer with a normal ass job so in this one the reader works at a preschool…. and they’re meant to attend some kind of event for the preschool + is offered to bring a plus one. mild chaos ensues (geto doesn’t want to be anywhere near your non-sorcerer colleagues but he also wants to support you so he’s having a bit of a crisis rn…..) i LOVE this one and i’m so excited to write it out <333333 i think this geto is the most endearing man alive.

suguru blinks, eyelashes fluttering, gleaming under the shallow light of the lamppost just behind him. illuminating the peach-dyed flush dusting his ears, those wide pupils. and his lips, glossy with something cherry-flavoured, soon to curl up into a smile — fond, fond, fond. melting into your touch, basking in your long-sought attention. if he were a cat, you’re sure he'd be purring. he places one big palm over yours, where it rests on his cheek, and he stares. silently, like you’re the only thing worth seeing; dreamy galaxies inside his eyes, all honey and star clusters, leaking adoration. a milky way of love. ”… another,” he pleads, nosing at your fingertips.

#TYSM FOR INDULGING ME ANON!!!!!!#these r all very important to me #anyway im abt to spoil where the titles are from bc i cant contain myself 😔😔#it’s your touch that i need is a pinkpantheress lyric (song: just for me) bc her music is so gojocoded and ESP bfb!gojo coded…#also the lyrics are very much in tune w the fic and reader being horrendously down bad #hunter; you were human is a lyric from one of my favorite mitski songs pearl diver <333 it just feels mer!sugu coded to me!!#but the song is a lot more somber than the fic #consider the hairpin turn is ofc a line from a richard siken poem <333 bc kenny is sikencoded and this fic is VERY in tune w you are jeff #that’s the name of the poem btw. you are jeff. it’s super good go read it rn !!!#only in the next world is a quote from my belovedest video game disco elysium :3 the full quote is:#“true love is possible only in the next world — for new people. it is too late for us. wreak havoc on the middle class.”#<- which is just. insanely gojocoded #aaaand finally signs of affection is the name of a persona 4 song that i rlly like :3 im not completely sure if that should be the title #but im going w it for now <333 #anyway if you read all this pls know ily. 🫂🫂 here’s your gold star ⭐️ !!#ask tag ✩

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arainesque · 12 days

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x / x

#I HAVENT MADE a gif in like five years pleeeeease forgive me #anyways these look messy and there's too much movement on the screen at the same time but I put blocks of colours between and it looked BAD #ALL IS FORGIVEN because these are my favourite hugs in the history of hugs #im not gonna tag it if u find it u find it #hidden #just for me #gatekeeping my own gifs #also I have a fic coming sometime in your lifetime #if u read these tags ur a trooper and I hope u had a lovely day<3 #(also couldn't for the life of me find gifs of this video so I made my own rendition)#if u have recent george vids pls send them my way I beg

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free-for-all-fics · 8 months

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Joy Ride and House of Wax crossover prompt! This started as a silly little idea shared with my bestie @tinalbion but it just hit me hard and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Pls tag me if you’re inspired by any of these ideas and I’d love to read it! 🛻💙

You were forced to take a detour and accidentally ended up in Ambrose while on a road trip with your friends after you got lost. What the hell is this town? It wasn’t even on the map. Bo sabotaged your car and broke your fan belt while you were all asleep and camping out in the woods. He also destroyed your CB radio so you couldn’t call anyone for help since there’s no cell reception out here. Bo was so confused as to why you even had that anyway, since you don’t drive a truck. The friends you’re with are so naive and gullible. They soak up every word Bo says as he tells stories of Trudy and Victor, their boys, and what this town once was. Your idiot friends take it all at face value, honest to God believing he’ll help them. You’re the only person who doesn’t buy his friendly mechanic shtick for a second. You try to catch him in a lie or call out his bluff. He does look handsome in his mechanic outfit and he does know a thing or two about cars, but he’s so full of shit.

He and his brother, Vincent, chase after your friends and kill them one by one. Vincent then takes them to his workshop to be made into wax. But Bo has a very hard time with overpowering and subduing you. You’re feisty and strong with a high endurance. You know how to fight back and use your surroundings to your advantage. You get the drop on him and Bo is lowkey impressed. Damn, baby! Are you a professional survivalist or something? You fuck him up good and barely flinch when he lands some kicks or punches. You must have a very high pain tolerance - that could be kinda kinky 😏. Bo thinks you’re hot, even if you make him bleed. But what really shocks him is when you kill your own friend before he can. Wait, what?

You tell Bo they weren’t really your friends. Just a bunch of randos you met that day or the day before. You offered them a ride and played nice so that their guard would be down. You boast that your daddy taught you everything you know about huntin’ and killin’. You also warn Bo that he fucked up big time when he wrecked your CB radio. Your daddy gave you that CB and made a strict rule to always call him at least twice a day, once in the morning/afternoon and once at night. He’s gonna assume the worst if you miss a call: That something bad must’ve happened to you, his only child and baby girl. He’s gonna come looking for you and will do unspeakable things to anyone who may have hurt you. If Bo thinks his truck is big, he ain’t seen nothin’ yet.

Despite the unusual circumstances, you really like Bo. His brothers, Vincent and Lester, are also really nice and have their own interests and hobbies which they’re eager to share with you. You spend time with each of them. Vince has made a cozy spot for you to sit and relax in his workshop so you can watch him while he’s making new mannequins or sculpting new objects for the museum. You and Les find animals to hunt and skin, or pick up animal remains to throw in the pit after you collect cool bones and teeth, etc. And Jonesy is an absolute sweetheart! She is best girl and can do no wrong in your eyes. You love this dog to pieces and spoil her.

You admire what Bo and his brothers have done here, how they’ve made their kills into art for their wax museum. You’re not even mad he tried to kill you. Instead you praise him for the valiant effort and feel flattered he finds you pretty enough to be made into wax and put on display. Damn, Bo thought that you were smoking hot when you were fighting him and kicking his ass, but now that he knows you have a murderous side, he finds you irresistibly sexy.

You start dating and when your dad finally shows up in Ambrose to find you, Bo nearly pisses himself at the size of your dad’s truck. Holy fucking shit that’s the biggest, scariest looking rig he’s ever seen in his life. You leave Bo’s side and run to your daddy’s arms to give him a big bear hug. Meanwhile, poor Bo is frozen in sheer terror. He’s never been afraid of another man before, not even his own father. Hell, he killed Victor himself. But your father is Rusty Nail, and he’s a mountain of a man. A behemoth. He makes Bo feel small when he blows a puff of smoke from his cigarette and looks him up and down before offering a firm handshake. Bo can’t tell if his hand is sweaty from the southern heat or his nerves, but he knows Rusty could’ve broken his hand just from that handshake if he wanted to. Rusty stays in Ambrose with you and the Sinclairs so he can get to know them all, especially the boy that stole his darling daughter’s heart.

When he and Bo have one-on-one time, Rusty shows his true colors. He shows Bo the goods that he’s hauling in his trailer: Weapons, torture devices, death contraptions, trophies from his past murders, etc. (There might even be photos of you and Rusty from when you were growing up decorating the interior of the trailer. Y’know, just cute family photos of daddy and daughter celebrating her first kill, etc. Normal stuff.) When more people come into Ambrose, Rusty introduces Bo to his dice game. He ties up two victims and explains the rules, then makes Bo watch as he forces them to roll. Or maybe Rusty intimidates Bo into participating and dealing out the torture himself. But Rusty is firm in that the snake eyes kill is all his. Bo may not have much of an issue with doing as Rusty says; he’s no stranger to blood, gore, or violence.

But Jesus Fucking Christ when one of the poor sons of bitches rolls snake eyes. Watching Rusty murder is unlike any death Bo’s ever seen. Your father is the most sadistic and petty man he’s ever met, but he’ll still laugh nervously at Rusty’s dad jokes and puns while he’s torturing victims or after he completes a kill. The damage you laid on Bo when you first met is nothing compared to what your dad could do to him. Rusty could absolutely fuck him up six ways from Sunday. Bo isn’t suicidal, so he would rather not get on his bad side.

Rusty actually really likes Bo and thinks he’s perfect for you. He’s shared cigarettes and beers with him, played card games with him, etc. He’s had lots of time to sit down with Bo and bond with him. He’s gotten to know what kind of man he is through long talks on the porch, etc. He already knows the eldest Sinclair will treat you right and make you happy, so he approves of your boyfriend. When the time comes, he’ll give Bo his blessing to marry you - He just might play some “practical jokes” on him first whenever he finally works up the courage to formally ask for your hand. Rusty thinks it’s hilarious to see Bo so scared of him and nearly shit himself. Bo asked him what his real first name was once and his reaction when he thought he crossed a line was comedy gold. Even if you ask your dad to go easy on Bo, he can’t help but fuck around with him a little bit and keep him on his toes! It’s just his love language!

Bo @ Rusty Nail like:

#slashers x reader #bo sinclair x reader #bo x reader #bo sinclair #sinclair brothers #rusty nail #Rusty nail and daughter reader #joy ride 2 dead ahead #joy ride #joy ride 3: Roadkill #joy ride and house of wax crossover #crossover fic #pls tag me if you write this #i’d love to read it #random prompt #random fic ideas #fic prompts #fic prompt #fic ideas

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hella1975 · 11 months

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you ever have a fic get you in such a chokehold you start pacing your room and talking to yourself

#THIS FIC WAS WRITTEN FOR ME SPECIFICALLY #BURN IT ALL DOWN BY DOROTHYCANFLY ON AO3 THIS IS GENUINELY ONE OF MY TOP 5 FICS OF ALL TIME EVER #IT'S GOT THE BEST DABI CHARACTERISATION IVE EVER COME ACROSS IT'S GOT REALLY WELL WRITTEN DABIHAWKS #THAT FITS BOTH OF THEM LIKE THEY'RE MEAN AS HELL ABOUT IT AT FIRST #IT'S GOT STUPIDLY DEVOTED TOUYA-SHOUTO IT'S GOT PROTECTIVE BIG BROTHER TOUYA #IT'S GOT MENTAL ANGST WRITTEN LIKE A DREAM THE WRITING IN GENERAL IS INSANE #IT'S ACTION PACKED BUT DONE WELL SO THAT IT'S NOT TEDIOUS IT'S FUNNY IT'S GOT TWISTS #IT'S KEEPING ME ON MY TOES I NEVER KNOW WHAT'S COMING OR HOW FAR THE AUTHOR IS WILLING TO GO #IVE LITERALLY READ 300K WORDS IN TWO DAYS AT THIS POINT LIKE I AM ABSOLUTELY FINISHING THIS TONIGHT #WHAT THE FUCK EVEN AM I GONNA DO WITH MYSELF AFTER THIS #EVERY NEW THING THAT HAPPENS LITERALLY HAS ME GETTING UP TO PACE ABOUT #I CLOCKED OUT OF MY MUM TELLING ME OFF EARLIER BC I WAS THINKING ABOUT THIS FIC #DO U KNOW HOW DANGEROUS THAT IS BASO JUST SIGNED MY DEATH WARRANT BUT I DIDNT CARE #losing my goddamn mind respectfully <3 if anyone has read this pls yell with me about it #and if anyone knows mha and wants a fic rec PLEASE let it be this one it's my fav mha fic ever and ive read A LOT #it gets quite smutty in the middle but if that's not ur thing the author tws very well and u can kinda just scroll #so that u still get the important character developments without it being just pure smut lol #god this FIC. holding it in my fucking fist and squeezing the everloving life out of it im going INSANE #i cant remember the last time a fic got me this way im literally giggling about it all #HE FOUND A REASON TO LIVE AGAIN THEY TOOK THIS MANGLED BLOODY BOY AND SAID WE LOVE YOU #YOU ARE GOOD YOU CAN STAY YOU CAN REST NOW WE'LL TAKE CARE OF YOU AND HE CHOSE THEM! HE CHOSE THEM!#OVER HIS REVENGE AND HIS RAGE HE CHOSE THEM! IM GOING TO BE VIOLENTLY SICK #like the author LETS DABI BE A CUNT. the first chunk of the fic he's actively not a good person #and his coping mechanisms are shot to shit and we WATCH HIM GROW FROM THAT i have cried several times over the most mundane shit #goddddddddDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDAKSJFJKAGSFIUAHGJKAKG #mha #fic rec

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ixhkor-and-ambrosxa · 4 months

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We need some more Zeus positivity in this household. So let’s all reblog this post with our favorite Zeus headcanons!

[This should go completely without saying, but there will be absolutely no Zeus hate or slander on this post. Anyone who does spread hate on this post will immediately be blocked & removed, okay? <3]

Anyway, I’ll start!

Zeus loves to go to the gym. It’s his ultimate stress relief & he like the fact that, even if he’s turned mortal, he’ll still be able to naturally pick up his children. It’s a comforting thought

He talks constantly to Peacocks. They are Hera’s children and, like every good step-father, he must make a good impression. Plus, it makes Hera laugh & she sometimes comes over to translate/fake translate the peacock’s thoughts

The ultimate bear-hugger. Has the best hugs in the world & has had practice with Poseidon to be able to still function while holding fully-grown koalas on his back

Has & will rock a dress + heels. Did it once to prove a point against Hera but ended up conceding & swearing to never make fun of/belittle a woman in a dress ever again bc that shit is hard

Despite having been married to Hera for centuries upon centuries, Zeus still likes to take the time to appease her siblings too, just like he courts her. He takes Hestia out on little sibling-dates to small towns in need of a little godly love and celebration, he gives Demeter a week off every once in a while to help out on his fitness & humble himself for a little bit. He drags Hades out into the sun & onto Olympus to explore the mountaintop + what the minor gods/nymphs have been up to. And he takes Poseidon out to secluded, mysterious lakes and lets him rant/ramble

Feel free to add more! We need some more Zeus positivity in our lives <3

#zeus #greek mythology #hera #demeter #hestia #poseidon #hades #zeus my beloved <3 #also if anyone has any good zeus fics #then **pls** send me some #I’d love to hear/read it!

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elmonstro · 2 years

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Some Brainstorm and Purrceptor from @glitchyalchemist‘s Simcatico AU, 3rd pic is actually their last episode.

#Simpatico #Simcatico #Brainstorm #Perceptor #Purrceptor #tf brainstorm #tf perceptor #I'm in love with this au please never stop <3<3 #every time you write something of this au I feel the imperative urge to draw them #silly cats doing silly things <3 #go read their fics pls they're so good 🙏🙏#this is the au ever #my art #cat au

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setyourfireonme · 11 months

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✨ sam/deanna fic recs ✨

all of these fics are some flavour of sam/always-a-girl!dean. suggestions and recommendations welcome! i'm planning to keep this list updated at least for now. and i don't think that this needs to be said, but heed the warnings and do your own research etc. etc.

under the cut in no particular order:

my heart’s staying put by grim_lupine (6.4k, E)

It's like Deanna’s been asleep for four years, traversing the highways of her life on autopilot, every joy and every pain muted and numbed. In the months since she got Sam back she's been coming to life slowly, with the pins-and-needles tingling of a deadened limb awakening. One day the music in the Impala seems to ring brighter, so Deanna turns up the volume and caterwauls along while Sam tries to stop laughing next to her. One day she remembers the vivid, manic thrill of hunting, this trial-by-fire life she's chosen, and the next time they put a spirit to rest she's grinning so recklessly that Sam tells her she looks deranged, but he sounds fond, at least. One day Deanna rolls over in her bed, sleepily expecting to see Sam across the room, and she does, and the relief of it is so strong it makes her roll back over to look up at the ceiling, weak-limbed and gasping.

And now this: Sam leaning on Deanna’s strength like she’s solid ground beneath his feet, like he's given his trust over to her again wholeheartedly. It's the final cut to the protective numb shell around her, leaving her newborn and centered.

Madonna by @hellhoundsprey (5k, E)

Things used to be easier. This is on Sam.

reparations by @zmediaoutlet (9.5k, E)

With the first Trial behind them, Deanna wants to make up for lost time and plans a present for Sam.

all we want is more by @zmediaoutlet (35k, E)

Sam and Deanna have never been good at boundaries.

you feel your heart taking root in your body by paxlux (7.4k, M)

Then, he can see again, she’s stepped away, taking her little hands with her.

killed myself when I was young (pt. 1 of everlovin' baby) by paxlux (8.4k, E)

This is like premeditated murder. This is like a crime of passion. This is like a suicide pact.

alabaster stones (pt. 2 of everlovin' baby) by paxlux (579, T)

The floor looks so rich, it might even soak up the blood.

history in the making by yesimirreputable (1.1k, T)

Sam knows for a fact that there's something wrong with him.

You’ll No Longer Burn by songlin (10.7k, E)

Deanna's about to tease him when she realizes what Sam's looking at. It's her, all soaking wet, in nothing but a sports bra and underwear, scanty fabric clinging and water beaded on her skin.

Listen to the Rhythm by nomelon (4.3k, E)

A brother and sister and a hunt in the rain.

take off my flesh and sit in my bones by Signe (1.5k, E)

Tiny breasts, like sandcastles washed over by the tide, tan soft and warm like sand; body still bones and promise.

you're the only one that's mine by riyku (3k, E)

Dean gets injured on a hunt and Sam has to patch her up. Things get a little out of hand.

bloodletting by adastreia (4k, E)

Sam's jonesing for blood. Deanna's on her period.

[burn it to the ground] by ephemerall (2.4k, E)

And there it was. He left her; he always knew that's what it would come down to.

bonus: featuring john/deanna (more or less)

knock me flat on my back by @amiwritesthings (3.8k, E)

After all these years of fantasizing about it, he can’t believe it’s finally happening

nowhere left to fall by @amiwritesthings (4.9k, E)

Sam is ecstatic the day the letter from Stanford arrives. It is everything he’s dreamed of since he could grasp what the concept of leaving for college meant. Except for Deanna. He might have been dreaming about what he wants to do with, and for her for even longer. It’s the only thing dampening his excitement right now, the thought of leaving her here, with Dad.

Share the Spoils ch. 2 by @vintagedean (2.2k, E)

A.k.a. the "Everyone Shares Deanna" fic that nobody asked for.

#this wincest wednesday we're thinking about and posting sam/deanna <3 #when i say that i rushed to finish and finally post this 'today'!#i love giving suggestions but i hate giving recs because that’s too much responsibility so proceed with that distinction pls #not as many fics here as i planned so idk if there's anything new but maybe this inspires a re-read!#also there's some variety here but obviously most of the fics are close to my deanna headcanons (except for one)#fic recs #fem!dean #samdean

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tartarusknight · 1 year

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The King of the Freaks | Part 14

Ao3 Link | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16

CW for child abuse, bullying, and suicidal intentions

Eddie hadn't meant to fall asleep, but after Steve and everyone else had fallen asleep one by one, so did he. When he woke up, Steve was gone from the pile of limbs. Eddie didn't have the grace to get out without waking everyone else, so as he wiggled out, he heard groaning. He waited for a minute, watching the others realize Steve was gone. "Is he...?" Gareth trailed off, and Eddie rubbed a hand over his face.

"We should," Jeff didn't even bother finishing his sentence before he was heading out of the room. Eddie took a moment before following.

As they got down, in the kitchen was Steve. He was making French toast and smiled over at them. Once again, acting like nothing happened. Like they hadn't woken up to Steve sobbing for Dustin while he was still asleep. Then they hadn't dealt with his panic and confusion. Eddie hated it. "There's coffee," Steve pointed, and Eddie glanced at the clock, 9:32. How long has Steve been up?

"Steve -" He started but was cut off by an almost frantic.

"I didn't know what else to make. Hopefully, you all like French Toast. To be honest, I never eat breakfast, so I don't know many recipes. But this one seemed easy enough." He nodded towards the cookbook on the counter. It was a well-loved cookbook, with notes sticking out of the pages.

Grant opened his mouth to say something when Jeff said, "Sounds good. We can set the table." He stares pointedly at the 3 of them before they moved. Eddie grabbed some plain white mugs from all the plain white, sterile-looking dishes. Grant grabbed plates as Gareth grabbed silverware. Jeff helped Steve grab the food items and if Eddie really looked, he could see the way Steve moved just slightly out of range of touches. His walls were back up and his movements were planned. Suddenly he wasn’t just Steve their friend, but more like King Steve an act.

They sat down and started to eat. The silence was deafening. Steve’s eyes jumped over each one of them but they followed Jeff’s lead. They knew how to work to each others' strengths. Like last night Eddie had moved next to Steve easily but it was Gareth they listened to. Since Gareth had plenty of practice talking calmingly and softly to someone in the midst of a panic attack. Because Gareth was the one who had them and talked Eddie through his. So, they sat there in silence until the food was gone before Jeff moved them to the living room. Steve sat in the recliner but the rest of them sat on the couches.

“My mom she’s a great cook.” Grant blurts and doesn’t let their surprised looks stop him. “She can do everything except for French Toast. Every time she tries, she burns it. We don’t know how she does it because she can cook like 5 things at a time but even watching the French Toast closely the entire time, they burn. We’re convinced she was cursed to never be able to make them.”

Eddie can’t help the laugh that bubbles out. Suddenly everyone was laughing, even Steve smiled and looked close to laughing. By the time the laughter stopped, Jeff started. “My siblings and I had wanted to make my parents breakfast in bed for their anniversary when we were younger. I barely knew how to cook and my brother, Nolan, couldn’t even reach the counter. My sister, Zahra, had gotten up on the counters to reach all the tall stuff and we got to work. Only none of us had been taught how to make breakfast foods. We just had seen our parents do it. We made eggs with shells still in them and they were overcooked. Burnt toast that we covered in jam. We gave it to my parents and they choked down a good bit of it just to make us smile.” He said softly, “they showed us how to make eggs the next morning.”

Gareth grinned, “my older brother, Derek, was making a batch of brownies. Not just any brownies but pot brownies. Only Mom saw that he was baking so he had to make two batches. One with pot, one without. He thought he was so slick but then he accidentally switched the two around. So, Mom, Dad, and I were high out of our minds while he wondered how they didn’t affect him. Never really connected the dots. But at the next party-”

Eddie laughed cutting Gareth off, he remembered what had happened. Gareth grinned over at him. “He told everyone how high his tolerance was before getting incredibly high and trying to do a backflip off of someone’s shed. Broke his arm and everything.” Gareth snickered, “First time I got high, and let’s just say I didn’t mind it.”

“We will never let that go.” Eddie snickered and Gareth high-fived him.

Steve was looking at them and smiling. There was a little relief in his eyes. “First time I ever cooked I accidentally set my shirt on fire,” Steve says and it comes out soft. Like he’s so wrapped up in love that he can’t handle it. “I ran straight into the pool,” he said and Eddie grinned over at him. “I still avoid making oatmeal even though I know it’s just because I didn’t know how to use the stove.” He says and there’s a laugh starting to form in his words.

Eddie tilted his head, he glanced over at Jeff, with a silent question of Can we try to talk now? Jeff glanced at Steve who was finally relaxing and nodded. Eddie cleared his throat, nerves welling up. “I had to learn how to cook because my parents sucked. Back when- well I moved to Hawkins back when I was 12. Before that, I lived with my mom and dad in West Virginia. They weren’t great parents. My dad never tried to get a job, instead trying to live off of stupid shit like hotwiring cars and dealing. My mom wasted… I don’t even know how much of our money on drugs. All I know is that growing up, we had more drugs in the house than food.”

He said and everyone was looking at him. “We didn’t have much for food, and they said if I couldn’t cook, I couldn’t eat.” He stated and saw Gareth itching to reach out. But this wasn’t the time. “I did. I learned because if we had food in the house, I wanted to be able to eat it. I’m best at breakfast foods because my mom stated it was the most important. Most days it was the only time I ate.” He shrugged, “Then I moved in with Wayne… And well, he works nights. So, our schedules are off. I’ll make him breakfast for dinner some mornings and he’ll make me breakfast for dinner some evenings. It works, it’s nice.” Eddie says softly and looks up at Steve.

Grant cleared his throat, catching onto what Eddie was doing. “My dad left when I was 4. He never wanted kids. He said he had gotten tied down because of one stupid night. He hated us for it. So, one day he just packed up and left. My mom was young and she never worked before but she started working at the daycare to try and keep us afloat. Soon, though, we weren’t able to keep up with our bills and we had to move in with my grandparents. We still live there. I think she’s waiting until I graduate before trying again. Too afraid to take a chance.”

Gareth cleared his throat and looked over at Eddie. Eddie gave him a reassuring smile. Gareth smiled back, “When I was a kid… well I’m still bullied but it was really bad when I was younger. To the point, I avoided going to school and stayed home more than anything. But it didn’t stop them from picking on me. One day they tied me up on a football post in just my underwear. They were taking turns throwing shit at me. Writing shit on my body.”

Gareth shrugged and he glanced over at Eddie. It brought him back to finding Gareth like that. Gareth cleared his throat, “Derek had arrived just in time with Eddie. He sent me with Eddie and I was so terrified. But I trusted him and I trusted Eddie… Eddie took me home and helped me clean up. And the next time I saw Derek, it was at the station. He was bloody and bruised along with a few of the people that had done that shit to me. Hopper had listened to Derek and me, but Derek ended up still having to do community service because of it.” Gareth explained and Eddie watched Steve’s walls take each hit they were throwing his way.

Jeff cleared his throat, “honestly, Steve. I don’t know what happened last night. What you dreamed of. But I want you to know that we’ve all got shit. We can’t compare them because it’s different, but it's there. So, don’t feel like you have to hide your own shit. Because… well, we don’t want to see you get eaten up by it.” Jeff looks a little shaky and Eddie hates it. Hates that the unbreakable Jeff isn’t sturdy at the moment. “Zahra, she’s like you… she was dealing with shit that she never talked about. Always laughed and smiled. But she could barely eat and her laughs weren’t real.”

Everyone who already knew how this story went, tensed up. Jeff cleared his throat like he was going to cry, “And- And then one day I came home early and found her bleeding out in the bathroom. I almost lost her— I did lose her in a way. She’s in and out of facilities where they try to help her. But she’ll never be the same. And I do what I can to make her feel loved. She’s my little sister and I almost lost her.” Steve was just staring, wide-eyed.

Jeff sighed and folded his hands over his lap. “Now… I just need you to believe that when we ask you how you’re doing it’s because we care about you. Cause we do care, Steve. For some reason, you slid right into our lives and you just fit. We love having you around and we need you to understand that.”

Steve looked moments from breaking, “I- I’m sorry.” It comes out choked and Eddie wants to reach over and grab his hand.

“Don’t be sorry, there’s nothing to apologize for. Like I said we’ve all got our shit.” Jeff says softly and Eddie realizes a lot later than he should have that Jeff talks to Steve like he does his little siblings… even though Steve’s older than him. Even though they haven’t known each other for long.

Steve's eyes are roaming over them like he's trying to see through them. “Are- are you guys okay?” Steve whispers and looks over at them with glassy brown eyes.

Eddie gives him a soft smile. “You know, I’m pretty great. I’m spending time with my friends,” he looks at Steve straight on. “But one of my friends had a rough night and I’m worried about them. I want them to be able to talk to me about whatever they’re going through.” He says softly and Steve looks away from his gaze. “Steve,” he murmurs and he stands, moving to kneel down in front of the recliner. Steve’s curled up form so close but Eddie doesn’t touch. He just rests his hands on the seat of the chair next to Steve’s legs. “We’re here for you. You don’t have to go through this alone anymore.”

Steve’s nod is jerky and he’s wringing his hands awkwardly. “You’re my friends?” He questions and he looks at them with so much fear but also hope.

Eddie gave him a soft smile and shifted, taking Steve’s hands in his. “Steve you’ve been our friend for a while now. Like I said that first day, I gave you a starting point and you easily charmed our socks off.” He jokes but kept his voice soft.

Grant cuts in with “We like you as our little jock.” Steve’s hands were shaking in his hands. “Steve, you’re our cheerleader, didn’t you know that? You watch our d&d games. We love it when you cheer when we win. Or when you give your own opinions. Honestly just laughing with you is nice.” He says and Steve’s blinking tears away.

“We don’t invite just anyone to join the campaign… we decided you would be a great addition a while ago, we just didn’t want to overwhelm you. We know we can be a lot. But we made you a character that first time you invited us here.” Gareth says and Steve’s whole body is shaking now.

Eddie looks over at Steve, he looks like shit. “Steve, can I hug yo-” He doesn’t even finish. Steve just throws himself into Eddie’s arms. They fall back to the ground so Steve’s on top of Eddie but Eddie just holds Steve close. “I’ve got you,” he promises and Steve is just crying.

Eddie holds him and Steve shakes. “I- I get nightmares. A lot of them. I didn’t- I tried to stay on a separate floor. I didn’t want to wake you with them.” He says and Eddie remembers how stressed Steve had looked when he invited them over. Or when Eddie pushed to get him to sleep in his room. He had been afraid of them seeing. “I don’t- I can’t talk-” he cuts himself off and he seems to be trying to choose his words carefully. “I’m sorry,” he finally says and Eddie runs his hands up and down Steve’s back.

“It’s okay, we’ll be here when you want to talk about it,” Jeff promises. Eddie carefully shifts the two of them to lean back against the couch. The boys crawl down and they all stay close together. Maybe Steve isn’t ready right now, but Eddie will be here when he is.

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