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[themaladpativedaydreamer]

Update (Opened)

Hey y'all, I've decided to open my requests for a bit, just to get some fresh and new ideas. I can't promise that I'll be able to write all of them but I will certainly try my best! So feel free to drop a request or just a question or whatever!

Just a few updates about me:

I'm about to start my second year of university and I'm so excited but obviously, this means more work which I'm not sure if I'm ready for. But, I'm kinda ready to return to campus and see my friends again.

I turn 20 years old in June... and I'm shook. Like, I'm just a child😭

I didn't really set New Year resolutions for this year, not too sure why, but it just didn't feel like the kind of year where I need to be achieving things. This year feels like the year where I should be trying to feel comfortable in myself and my environment.

I will however be trying to write and post more consistently. It never worked well in the past but I never want to stop trying so yeah.

I'm turning 20... and I still haven't had a single relationship so I might be a problem.

I may or may not want to pick up tarot reading...

I might wanna start writing fics for SMOSH. Their male cast is kinda doing something to me...

Anyways, love y'all!💖

#x male reader #xmalereader #reqs open #request #update #authornote

[rileyverse]

Rileyverse is a way for me to get my weird kinks, traumas and interests out, My characters may be Mary/Marty sues with exaggerated qualities, be them good or bad, that may make people cringe or roll their eyes,, but I'm writing for myself just as much as I'm writing for the Rileyverse Readers.

#authornote

[creatinghealthandwellnessnow]

#freeebook #youmatter #youareimportant #livingdifferently #notfittingin #changeyourenergy #thinkdifferently #authornote #healthyliving #healthythinking #bodymindandsoulhealth #free #healthcoach #changeyourworld #changeyourlife #foryou #beinspired #beempowered

[daddys-little-conundrum]

@kingofpuzzles is he ur dad or what

❔:: WAIT WHAT?! No.. He looks similar with dad, but isn't him! Dad is a redhead and he has different suit. Okay, you can change the suit, but he does not have freckles as me and MY dad! It's.. I dunno who it is. Parallel universe Riddler?

#batman #enigma #riddlers daughter #the riddler #EnigmaAnswers #AuthorNote: Hi Mr Nygma #AuthorNote: I hope I got your Eddie design right

[hanabobanana]

In The Editing Stages... Also HELLO!

Maybe a couple more hours >_<!! I am burning the midnight oil here, but I wanna be 100% sure that I am satisfied with how this chapter is going to be! It’s very hard to find a place to stop and then I wonder, if I just worked on it for a couple more days, you guys would be getting an EXTRA 3k words instead of 6 or 7k XD It’s a constant struggle, but I am just so eager to put it out, you know. thats a personal problem of mine, a good problem, but a problem ^^;; lol

for those coming from twitter, hello ^^ *hugs* currently in the stages of being totally obsessed with KTYH bc I love this story so much! I am excited for Wanderer’s banner. 

I am hoping twitter doesnt go down, but just in case it does, I’ll be moving all my work probably to this lovely place! It’s super way easier to put all my thoughts up! And also to make LARGE massive short stories for you guys! I’m digging it for sure! 

working on a xiao/lumi/childe banana comm & Tangle of Fate xoxo i love my commissioners T_T 

#hanabobanana #bishiefanatic #authornotes

[thirteenandten]

WHY IS PEOPLE SO OBSESSED WITH WHO BOTTOMS AND TOPS IN FICS WITH SEXUAL CONTENT I'M FOREVER PUZZLED ABOUT THIS. WHY IS IT SO IMPORTANT???

#y'all I've seen this so much over the years and i'm so fucking confused #like i've seen people arguing actually fighting over this #I've seen people shaming other in posts over this #I've seen post openly complaining about an authornot tagging who bottoms or tops in certain fics as if talking about trigger warnings #what's up with y'all?? #and i said this as someone who reads ample amounts of smut: #what the actual fuck

[6ninaph9]

Love writing a book with an unreliable narrator who doesn't realize when they're being manipulated.

And at the same time, it is physically impossible for me to not make these author notes screaming at the villain for hurting my baby!!

#NinaPH #TTT #mywriting #mybook #mynovel #authornotes #WIP #howdareyouhurtmychildlikethis #theyouofcoursebeingme #clementine

[mistbornhero]

Sometimes you start a fic and it is So Good and then somewhere in the middle it veers off course and punches you in the gut for hoping it would be what it looked like it would be, and it's not bad, but you hate it anyway.

#that’s right!!! #i mean #i am actually hating this obiwan #not even just a little #he is a hypocrie #while saying Everyone Else is a hypocrite #and it really sucks #because then you read the authornotes #and the author is like #ugh

[acorntops]

Today is day 3 of #themoonshadowandskychallenge with " #fridaymoodboard: introduce your MC" and #SpilltheNovelTea with " #fridayfavorites: favorite thing to write!" As An Impossible Dream is drawing near the end for writing, book 3 of the Be Series is in the works (already kinda has been)! Book 3 of the Be series is Where the Heart Is, with the central character being the Queen herself! This mood board is all about her and her story, tying elements of multiple kingdoms, as well! I'm very excited to introduce the Queen to readers fully, outside the role of Henry's mother & the Queen of Midgrim (though there is quite a bit of that, too)! It will definitely be offering a new, more 3D look at this incredible character! (Also, just the warmth & beauty & elegance of the photos just really captures her well, too!) Dialogue comes very naturally to me for writing and I have a lot of fun with it. Especially with this next book, though, so much of it will wind up being in the Queen's head. With this entire series, I've really enjoyed all the characters and their development and I think characters are probably my all time favorite things to write. It's kind of like the unfolding of a blooming flower. With her character, in particular, to get to see her through other characters' eyes, to get these snapshots of pieces of her, and now to see her for her whole self, including these parts she's tucked away, is just incredible. Especially because she is so central to the entire series. She stands in the center of the web in so many ways. #authornotes #authorchallenge #authorgram #authorcommunity #favoritethingstowrite #writerscommunity #WritingCommunity #writersofinstagram #writingofinstagram #bookseries #bebookseries #animpossibledream #wheretheheartis #Queenbook #bookstagram #booksofinstagram #wipwednesday #moodboard #bookmoodboard #charactermoodboard #meetthemc #meetthemaincharacter #authorsgushingabouttheirownbooks #writingchallenge #writingcharacters https://www.instagram.com/p/CeXCN9RPwss/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[jaehymrk]

you are losing me.

jude bellingham x fem!reader. angst authornote: whatever this was, angst. it is not the best, but i did it for my own sad life, thank you for reading. <3

It is not the first time you have been in a relationship. There were plenty that left and plenty you left yet there was a string of hope that bloomed with Jude, you felt this man, with all the hardship, it was the endgame for you.

With every moment with him where you laughed, smiled, and cried pierced into your mind as you stomped your way through the building he was sharing in England before returning back to Madrid.

The humiliation that burnt on your throat only ranged worse in every bitter minute. Tear filled in your eyes as you slammed his door open, ignoring all the greetings that were given to you in the hallway. "You cannot fucking do that to me." You laughed dryly, feet dragging toward him.

Jude stood in front of you, eyes scanning the room to see of his teammates lurking around. Glancing the face you missed so dearly while he was away. You shut your eyes not wanting to lash out, while you clenched your hand to resist touching him, to feel the man on your skin.

"Give me a reason," You asked stepping out from his boundaries. He stood in utter silence. His eyes soften as it landed on your eyes that were staring at his, that were begging his. He sighed still not giving you a word.

You nodded your head, "Alright, give me a fucking excuse." You screamed, hands on your hip in frustration on the man who broke you off through a simple text. You scoffed rushing your hand through your hair on the absurd situation.

Jude had explanations dancing on his tongue yet how stupid would he sound if he said out loud that his feelings were starting to become a burden, that he has no capability to put you or this relationship before his career and how not being around you has become a habit that with you, Jude has nothing to offer but meaningless words.

Yet his heart twitched seeing your eyes in tears that he caused, trembling lips he once kissed, and loved is now sobbing cries; and it is all him.

You nodded, "I understand distance is too much for you but we talked this through before, did we not?" You asked, pleaded for Jude to speak saying he did not mean it, to assure you he is not going anywhere, to hold you in his embrace.

"We have done this distance before and we were doing well."

"And for how long will we keep doing that?" He spoke loudly.

His voice crushed your heart on how much he was bringing himself to reason out this with you. With his eyes, it crushed your heart harder as for the first time, you saw the tiredness hiding in his eyes, the light for you getting dimmer. You smiled sadly, accepting his words and every meaning behind that did not leave his lips but pinched through your heart.

Jude has given up on you.

"See it was not that hard, was it?" You dryly chuckled, stepping further away from him. Jude reached out for you only for you to reject his touch. He has lost his rights on you, on each part of you.

"This would not have happened if you could have just explained yourself properly through your fucking text," You hissed at the man in anger, there were no reason for you to hold onto the brick of anger in pain. "Fuck, I am just standing here like a fucking fool in front of a man who does not even love me anymore."

Jude stared sternly. "Watch your fucking words."

"Am I wrong though?" You challenged.

Jude wanted to scream out, to agree that you were wrong, oh, he just wanted to hold you, hold you so much, to deny that he does not love you anymore, he does. He wanted to go down on his knees and ask for your forgiveness; but what can he offer you after?

Again, with nothing, he stood there. "Fuck you and your fuckass attitude." You shook your head in disbelief.

Sighing, you decided to walk out.

"If I still love you, what would happen next?" He asked, eyebrows furrowed in frustration. Frustrated with himself, with you, with this relationship that he has risked out for the sake of letting you go that he was really doing it for himself.

"Then we fight for this fucking relationship, jude. This is what we do when we decide to love each other earnestly, did we not?" You grieved out, reasoning out to fight, fucking fight for you.

Jude answered in silence.

You paused your footsteps outside the door, "I am giving you one more chance. Tell me we can do this together and I will forgive you." You screamed for him to hear, your back facing him. Tears free flowing down your cheeks.

"Jude, please." please, please please.

Pathetically you tried, "If I crossed this fucking door, I will never take you back, I will forget about you, I will . . never ask about you. So, just do not let me leave please."

Jude sat down on his couch, tears trippled down his cheeks as no words left his lips.

Pathetically you tried one last time, screaming, not caring who is out there to listen. "Do not ever show me your face, never."

"Denise, hi." You waved cheerfully in front of the Bellingham door with your fuzzy hat secured on your head and gloves on your hand. She smiled back, nodded her head in acknowledgement.

"Would you mind asking Jude to come out for awhile?" You requested, kicking the snow out from your way. In all truth, you were nervous, still nervous of her despite her apporval, "It is just, like, it is raini- hold up, not raining. I mean, snowing crazy. I just wanted to enjoy it with Jude." You giggled in uneasiness clear on your tone, endlessly touching your neck.

She glanced at you deeply. "I will ask him to come out, darling. Please, wait inside." You shook your head fiercely, there were not many confidence in you left to speak to Mark. Denise had already made her way in to notify Jude.

Hearing upon that, Jude rushed inside the shared room with Jobe, hurriedly grabbed his scarfs, mitten and a cozy hat before exiting. He saw you shivering regardless of wearing multiple layers under.

Jude rushed to embrace you from behind, spinning you around and around. You shut your eyes, giggling at your boyfriend's childish behaviour. "We will fall, babe." You whined to your boyfriend responded with more giggles leaving from him.

"Oh, we are falling, oh god, wai-" Jude laughed as he landed on the snow. You landed softly on his chest. With rosy cheeks, and red ears that were not covered enough.

You prayed for the moment to last forever but Jude has bigger dreams ahead of him that do not revolve on you anymore.

With no words exchanged, you laid on the road, Jude followed next to you. In silence, you observed the full moon up in the sky. The round moon that were as clear as your lover's eyes that stared down at you with so much love and pain.

"I am not ready to imagine how much I will miss you once you are gone but I know, I will be able to find you." You reassured the silent boy next to you. Jude did not speak, worryingly you glanced to see his eyes buried in his own tears. "Like how you will find me at the end right?" You chuckled, holding his hand tighter.

"I love you so much." He whispered, wrapping his arm around your waist burying his face on the nape of your neck. You nodded, "I know, baby. I love you too but you know, I am never going to give up on you."

You raised your hand to remove his face from your neck to look at your more closely. "Even if you break up with me, I will come running to you." He mumbled that were inaudible as you had your palm pressed on his cheeks.

"I will never do that to you." You assured.

How bittersweet that Jude Bellingham was your lover, but how fruitful that he was your first love, the lover you shamelessly stalk at the middle of the night to see more about his whereabouts, the lover you would talk about to your friends, or your acquaintances that you have experienced love that it was raw and true.

#jaehymrkwrites #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham scenarios #jude bellingham fanfiction #jude bellingham imagines #jude bellingham

[ravencincaide]

 Make it up to you

Summary: Chuuya fucked up. You knew it. He knew it. The question was could you recover from it? Or the time you put Chuuya between a rock and a hard place. 

Pairing: fem!reader x Chuuya 

Inspired by Sweetober prompt 10: Shining shoes

Warnings: Cursing, mention of clubwear/revealing clothes and alcohol,  

Authornote: 

Dogeza - A deepest (and often most humiliating) form of Japanese apology often targeted towards one's superiors or when requesting a favor. As Wikipedia states “By performing dogeza and apologizing to someone, usually the other person would have a tendency to forgive.” More on it here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dogeza

This fic follows a theme where the reader does not know Chuuya is in the Mafia.  I hope you enjoy ~ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

You looked good. 

The clothes you picked out hugged your figure in all the right places. The black with golden glitter corset accentuating your figure giving you a smooth hourglass shape. It pushed your breasts up, giving them a perky appearance. The top black shimmery lace gave your girls just the right amount of modesty to not take away the teasing preview, especially since you weren’t wearing a bra. The design of the corset made it natural to look down, following the curve of your hips down your asymmetrical skirt; layers of sheer golden glitter between the folds of black lace. It was especially pleasing around your ass adding just the right amount of tempting volume before the long back piece of it stretched over your legs and down to your black and gold heels. The front of the skirt was shorter and simpler.  Just long enough that it wasn’t revealing too much while still showing off plenty of leg. You chose to forgo tights. There was no point in being modest, you were going clubbing after all. 

Twirling to the loudly playing pop song from your phone you took one more look at yourself. You had curled your hair, the bouncy locks circling over your shoulders and down to your waist and did your nails in matching colours. You were fully intending to show them off, picking a black clutch to match your attire. The perfume you picked was a sweet and playful scent- one you hadn’t worn in years because it just didn’t feel right to your ‘in relationship’ self. Now that you were single and it suited you perfectly. There was no question about it:  You looked fucking hot. 

All that was left were some last touches of make up before you were ready to head out and start pre-gaming. There was a cheap bar just around the corner from your house where you agreed to meet up with your girls- a pack of single ladies ready to get over their trashy boyfriends. 

Ding dong 

Speaking of your pack, your lips pulled up into a pleased smile as you finished applying your mascara before tossing it in the bag together with the rest of your make up. Another doorbell rang making you roll your eyes “ Sheesh I’m coming, I’m coming, no need to get your panties in a twist” You called, unable to believe how impatient your girlfriends were. 

Opening the door you were greeted with a bouquet of hundreds of dark red roses in slightly different shades which rather discreetly spelled out the word “ I love you”. They were held by a gloved hand, which was attached towards a very restless looking, top-hat wearing Chuuya. “ Sweetheart I-” 

Without a second thought you slammed the door in his face and turned on your heel, heading back into your bathroom.  You made a quick pause in the living room, changing the music from pop to club music. You also made sure to increase the volume, which almost drowned out the sound of banging and “oj are you fucking  serious right now?” coming from behind your front door. 

Where were you? 

Eyes done. Mascara done. Lips outlined and coloured with lipstick. Only some lipgloss and you’d be ready to go. You took your time to look through your makeup pouch, hesitating between a plumping gloss and a shimmering one. Would you look too much like a magpie with even more glitter and gold on your body? 

The sound of the doorbell in combination with hits- from both feet and fist- broke your concentration. Your Indecisiveness won out and you threw both tubes into your clutch. You’d apply the gloss in the bar you decided. 

Another prolonged ring of the doorbell.

You closed your eyes, inhaling deep breaths to keep the hot rod of anger in your stomach at bay. With each ring the anger grew, mixing with other unpleasant emotions such as ‘humiliation’ and ‘hurt’. 

Another kick towards the door. 

You swore you could hear the wood shaking- cracking- in the frame. Finally losing your cool you made quick feet back towards the front door, ripping it opened just as Chuuya was about to call out to you again

“ Sweetheart I-” 

“ What the fuck do you want?” you yelled at him. 

Chuuya flinched, anger flashing in his blue orbs before he bowed his head hiding his emotion beneath the shade of the hat. Once more he cautiously held the flowers towards you. Urging you to take them. You crossed your arms over your chest, your nails digging into your forearms. A side of you wanted to slam the door back in his face. While another side of you wanted closure- an explanation, a simple reason why.  

“ I’m so sorry sweetheart” he bowed his head lower as a sign of sincerity in his apology “ I fucked up.” 

“ Damn right.” You snapped back, his apology felt like a hot knife in your chest. It was doing little to sooth you. “ Is that all you wanted?” 

He didn’t raise his head. Like a scolded kid he kept looking at the floor “ I wanna make it up to you.” 

You scuffed at that and shook your head. “ Who the hell do you take me for? I have some self respect! You think you can humiliate me- stand me up, on valentine's day of all days! Ignore my calls and messages. Just ghost me for a month and then stroll up to my door with flowers and all is forgiven and forgotten. Fuck. You!”  

You stared at him for thirty seconds, waiting for him to say anything. To give you a reason, an explanation. Something that would make you understand. That would somehow justify all the suffering you had to put up with during this past month. All this time- and without  a single word from him. Nada. You had grown so desperate after a few days, so fucking worried that you had send a text to Dazai asking him if he knew anything. Not even an hour later he responded with a picture.

The picture showed Chuuya’s reflection in a mirror: mouth wide open with two protruding vampire fangs. Gloves off, poking at them. In the background was a plastic bag from a large and well known halloween and party store, a glass of wine and a lit cigarette peeking out atop a bedside drawer. In the picture, on the opposite side from the bedside drawer, you caught the glimpse of the bed, dark covers and silky sheets. 

Your cynical mind guessed- although you couldn’t prove it- that it was a one bed bedroom. But what you could say with certainty that it was a hotel room. And that was how you found out you were dumped.  And now he wanted to make it up to you? Just when you were starting to pick the pieces back up? Fuck him twice! 

You watched Chuuya take a breath, his voice shaky, a broken plea as he apologized again: “ I’m sorry. I really really am Y/N” 

Your response was slamming the door back in his face. 

Then you leaned your back against it. Your attention was on the ceiling, blinking fast to prevent the tears from falling. If you started crying now you’d ruin your makeup that you spend the last hour perfecting. He was not worth that. He wasn’t– but why did he have to come back now? Just.. why? 

You didn’t hear ringing or banging anymore and heaved sighed. You didn’t know if you were relieved that he left or whether you were sad that it took so little for him to disappear again. Was there perhaps a hint of anger that he treasured you so little? Why did he even bother coming back? 

 You stayed in the apartment until your phone buzzed with a text message. Night out with friends. Right.You went over to your phone and turned off the music, then picked up your clutch and a few other necessities on the way before you put on your heels. Then you opened the front door, freezing in your doorway. Chuuya was leaning against the wall opposite your door. Arms crossed over his chest, the ridiculous bouquet of flowers now laying on the floor. 

You felt a little bit of pity for them- after all the roses haven’t done anything wrong. “ Sweetheart I’m not leaving until we talk, even if I have to follow you to your outing” Chuuya stated keeping his eyes respectfully on your face “ Just give me a bit of your time. You have every right to send me to hell after and I promise I’ll never approach you again.” You looked at him and he stared back. Battle of the wills. Who’d break first? 

You knew Chuuya was persistent. You had no doubt in your mind that he would follow you around, all night if he had to, until you gave him your time. You doubted he would intervene no matter what you did, but you also did not feel comfortable drinking and dancing all night if he was going to sit in the corner and watch you. Let alone complain and critique his actions with your girlfriends if he was just gonna sit behind your shoulder and listen in. 

In defeat you sighed heavily and opened the door wider before turning on your heel and going back inside. Out of the corner of your eye you could see him take a step towards you and you paused in the doorway. The bouquet of flowers on the floor tugged once more at your heart. You didn’t think those beautiful roses deserved to be discarded like trash in the hallway, to be stomped on by passers. Walked on until there was nothing left of them. 

“ Take the flowers with; they did nothing wrong.” You took out your phone and began texting your friends while attempting to kick your heels off in the hallway. After a few moments of struggle your heels were off your feet and you headed back into your living room. You heard Chuuya taking off his shoes behind you. You didn’t bother to wait for him. You finished your text before you tossed your phone and clutch onto the couch.There you stopped and turned to face him, crossing your arms over your chest again. 

Chuuya wore a tired expression on his face: his eyes were slightly red, irritated and you could see black rings under them from lack of sleep. His clothes looked ruffled and far from pristine: crickled and definitely not the first freshness. You could see that his hair was messy, even if most of it was hidden beneath his hat. Despite your anger, the sight of him so tired and pale tugged at your heart. You watched with less anger as he set the flowers carefully on the table as if they would somehow defuse the tense situation. Your eyes lingered on them, not wanting to let go of your anger and hurt quite yet.

“I’m very sorry Y/N” You glanced back at him, your jaw dropping as you saw the proudest man you’ve ever known on his knees bowing his apology. It was not quite a dogeza but considering this was Chuuya of all people this was the closest possible to achieve from him.

The equivalent of a miracle. 

“ I am deeply sorry Y/N. I didn’t leave because I wanted to. Something happened at work that demanded my attention urgently and I had to leave Yokohama within half an hour. I got back today” he explained, his hands in fists at his sides his knuckles brushing against the carpet of your living room. Each word was spoken through squeezed teeth; he was  biting through this humiliating act for a chance at forgiveness.   “So you’re telling me that you stood me up because of work?“ You asked slowly, eyes narrowed in anger. You took a step closer to him. “And you didn’t have the decency to give me a call?” Chuuya sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose, trying to rub away the guilt and regret. “ I didn’t take my phone with me,” he admitted. The action made you raise an eyebrow,baffled. Then you laughed in disbelief. Another step towards him as if you could intimidate him into telling the truth “ You? Did not take your phone with you?” Chuuya nodded slowly, not finding any amusement in the current situation. “ I didn’t.. If I had it with me I’d be more focused on you and us.. Instead of work, sweetheart…I didn’t think a phone call or sms would solve this. I broke my promise to you. A text would not be able to solve that.”

You chewed on your lip in thought, your anxiety pooling in your stomach. Unconsciousely you inched closer to him. Despite your anger towards him, you missed him so fucking much“ You know, I can’t tell if you’re lying or telling the truth when I don’t even know where you work?”  

“ Sweetheart please–” Chuuya reached up and wrapped his arms around your waist. He buried his face in your stomach. He took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. Then another deep breath and another.  

" Seriously, You'd rather humiliate yourself on your knees than tell me where you work?" Your hand reached out and took off his hat, while your second hand began running through the tangled strands of orange hair. Your favorite hair. 

Chuuya did not hesitate to answer your question:" If it keeps you safe, then yes."

" Is it that important that I don't know? Kinda like you'd have to kill me if I found out" You half joked before you moved to sit on the floor right in front of him. Eye to eye, his hands still on your waist. 

Chuuya fixed you with a firm gaze, his blue orbs serious and worried. Not finding even the slightest bit of humour in your joke. “ I would never kill you, sweetheart. '' His gloved hand reached up and tugged the escaped baby hairs behind your ear and out of your face. “ But the more you know the more that could place you in danger–” he trailed off. His gloved hand trailing from your ear and to your cheek slowly stroking your skin. “Babydoll please” 

You surrendered and leaned into his touch. How could you ever say no to this man? To this proud, arrogant yet sweet man who’d gift you the world if you asked for it. You closed your eyes for a second, breathing in the familiar scent. The tension left your shoulders slowly. Anger fading into sadness, humiliation and tiredness, You just wanted to understand. 

Instantly he moves closer and presses his lips to yours. His lips felt chapped and raw, uneven and he tastes of coffee and cigarettes. But also of Chuuya. Your Chuuya. The second kiss was deeper, and you can taste a hint of your cherry flavored lipstick on his tongue. The kiss was hungry- you’re hungry for him, for his touch and taste after a month apart. And he was clinging to you as if you were his everything. 

When you finally ran out of breath you broke the kiss and rested your forehead against his. Your eyes staring into his; seeing all the emotions that were too hard for him to say out loud. " You hurt me very much, you know that. Can you promise me you won't do it again?"

Taking your hand in his own he nuzzled his face into the palm, his lips brushing your wrist every few moments. At your question he sighed. It looked like a part of him died with the answer " No, I can’t promise that” you move to pull away. 

Chuuya’s hold on you tightened, not letting you go, He continued speaking: " But I can promise I'll not leave you alone ever again" His lips were back on your skin, now more boldly kissing your wrist. 

You sighed tired and defeated, weak to those blue eyes of his and devilish kisses. " I guess that's good enough for now" 

Chuuya nodded slowly, a hint of a grateful smile on his lips as he  moved closer to kiss you again. But you stop him with a finger on his lips:" Say Chuu, did your hotel room have one bed?" He looked up at you with a confused and mildly annoyed expression on his face, gears shifting in his head as he tried to figure out what you were getting at. When he didn't reply you continued " were there girls?"

Chuuya gave you the most unimpressed and deadpanned look he could master " I didn't cheat"

You hummed for a moment, beginning to thread your fingers through his ponytail, detangling the knots as his lips pressed kisses to your skin. Suddenly you paused, gears clicking in your head as you realized he avoided answering the actual question : "Chuuya!..."

#chuuya nakahara x reader #bsd chuuya #chuuya x reader #sweetober #apologies #begging #kisses

[themaladpativedaydreamer]

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Isaac Lahey x Incubus!Male Reader x Jackson Whittemore - Hungry for love (Smut)

Mikaelson Brothers x Male Reader - First Time (Smut! Mikaelson Brothers Pt3)

The top 3 voted will be the ones I release. Voting closes Friday, 13 May 2022, 00:00 so start your voting.

Also just some ideas, I might want to start making First Time (Smut) fics for as many characters as possible so let me know what you think. I'm thinking of starting a tag list but I have no idea how so if anyone could tell me how that works I would really appreciate it.

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[rileyverse]

*Marshmallow, 2 AM, a snack and a soda within reach, google docs open..And mother is awake and having some minor crisis so she's getting up*

..now just picture this *any fucking time* I try to sit down to write. D:

#authornote

[themculibrary]

Classic Marvel Fandom Tropes Masterlist

5 Times Peter Parker Was Sick 1 Time It Was The Avengers (ao3) - authornotes N/R, 3k

Summary: Basically Peter gets coddled, and then takes his revenge.

A Day In The Past (ao3) - CumberRachel steve/bucky E, 13k

Summary: Lounging on the couch with his boyfriend is usually how Steve loves to spend an evening, only he doesn't feel right. his head hurts, his muscles ache and its hard to breathe. Probably just exhaustion after a mission right?

A Drop In The Ocean (ao3) - veterani steve/tony T, 3k

Summary: Peter Parker never wanted to reveal to anyone that he was Spiderman.

Unfortunately, a guy called Darken decided to change that.

Aye Oh- Let's Go! (ao3) - FrozenHearts wanda/vision T, 12k

Summary: Flash knows something is up with Peter.

He sets about to prove it to the Decathalon Team.

Breathless (ao3) - thelittlestpurplecat steve/bucky E, 24k

Summary: Steve's Serum is failing. He's suffering again from asthma, colorblindness, dizziness and heart trouble, problems he thought he'd left behind in the 40's. Tony and Bruce can see the problem, but not how to fix it, and Bucky is determined through all of this to do what's best for Steve, even if he's not always sure what that is.

Carry on Wayward Son (ao3) - TinyButFierce G, 9k

Summary: Five times the Avengers didn’t meet Tony’s kid and the one time they did.

Dad Level: 3000 (ao3) - whumphoarder G, 5k

Summary: Peter comes down with the flu while visiting the Stark family (and Happy) at the lake house during his spring break from MIT. Thankfully, Tony has been spending the last five years honing his Dad Skills™. He's got this.

Don't touch him (ao3) - awesome_goddess_of_mischief phil/tony M, 3k

Summary: After Phil's death, the team moves into Stark tower to keep bonding. Tony is wearing himself thin trying to honour his husband's last wish, for the team to be together.

But it's slowly starting to become too much.

The team bullies continuely. Until one day the genius breaks. Luckily there's an unexpected guest ready to put the pieces back together again.

Give Up The Ghost. (ao3) - Chaneladdict bucky/peggy/steve E, 340k

Summary: Post WW2 leaves Peggy Carter picking up the pieces of her world after the loss of Steve Rogers, left behind dealing with the same loss and longing, Bucky Barnes attempts, albeit halfheartedly, to pick up the pieces of the same war, the same loss.

With more in common than they at first care to admit, we see what happens to those Steve loved and had to leave behind... And what happens when he comes back and finds the two people he loved most in the world, in love with each other and still VERY much in love with him.

A story of finding love in the most unconventional of places.

How To Hook A Superhero (ao3) - daynight steve/bucky M, 4k

Summary: Bucky is a college student who just got the internship of a lifetime, assisting a photographer whose latest assignment is to profile Captain America. The Captain couldn't possibly be interested…right?

It's Above My Clearance Level (ao3) - tsk G, 5k

Summary: In which Peter's class goes on a field trip to Stark Tower, and no one knows why this kid has such high clearance.

James Barnes, Agent of SHIELD (ao3) - Kala_Sathinee steve/bucky E, 75k

Summary: Bucky never fell from the train. When they storm the final HYDRA base, he’s there at Steve’s side. But Steve still goes into the ice, and Bucky is left to deal with a world without him. A world in which he tries to find a purpose.

Kissin’ Dynamite (ao3) - crime_fighting_spiderling mj/peter, pepper/tony G, 27k

Summary: “Maybe I shouldn’t go.” Peter spoke. MJ shoved a permission slip into his hand at his comment.

“You’re going.” She simply stated.

Where Peter and his class go on a field trip to Stark Tower.

Lights To Guide You Home (ao3) - JolinarJackson T, 185k

Summary: Tony becomes Peter's guardian after May dies unexpectedly and over the course of a year, they learn to become a family.

Louder Than Words (ao3) - ARGHHHHHH steve/tony G, 858

Summary: Domestic Avengers movie night, post 2012 Avengers.

Ned Leed's field trip to Stark Industries (ao3) - Drake_DiAngelo G, 15k

Summary: Your generic Field Trip trope, but slightly different because it's Ned centric and hopefully everyone stays in character.

Also, Peter is absolutely everywhere they go but they never quite manage to actually see him. (Or realize its him) They did see Spiderman though, so that's nice.

Our Lingering Frost (ao3) - eyres steve/bucky G, 7k

Summary: When S.H.I.E.L.D. finally locates the plane Captain America drove into the ocean, Colonel James Barnes drops everything to go bring Steve's body home at long last. He finds more than he was expecting.

Raise Me Up (ao3) - LBIGreyhound13 T, 124k

Summary: Takes place 10 months after Spider-Man: Homecoming. After Aunt May suddenly dies, Peter has nowhere to go. Luckily, there’s a certain mentor of his, who comes in to save him...in more ways than one.

Take Me Home (ao3) - dabblingwithwords steve/bucky, pepper/tony M, 78k

Summary: “I’m so sorry, I’m gonna help you I promise, just don’t move, fuck, I ran over Captain America–” the man apologized, over and over, and all Steve managed to say was, “You’re really attractive,” before passing out on the guy’s lap in the middle of the road.

Wingman (ao3) - sahiya G, 4k

Summary: Holy shit, Rhodey thought. Tony’s a dad.

#themculibrary #masterlists #marvel #mcu #tropes #tropes masterlist

[daddys-little-conundrum]

You don't know where your dad go? Did he just left his kid alone? Eddie, how irresponsible of you! - anon 🦄🪷

❔:: No, he's very responsible! Caring too! Just, uh.. Sometimes he's busy. Just like everyone who has some work to do. Work as Riddler is not so easy after all! And moreover, he's best dad in the universe so you can envy silently! >:p

#batman #enigma #riddlers daughter #the riddler #EnigmaAnswers #AuthorNote: no offense meant ofc

[delusionally-loveless-by-choice]

Billy and Stu trying dulces de Tamarindo (tamarind candy) for the first time

AuthorNote: so my mexican ass is eating some good ass tamarindo candy and like i was just wondering how these two idiots would react to eating some for the first time.

Stu Macher

I feel like he would actually want to try it

He sees you eating it and like te lo estas saboreando y se le antoja (he sees u enjoying/savoring it and he wants some too)

Lets pretend its a big ball/bar if it you just bite

You give hin some and he just takes a big ass bite

Like he doesn’t know what to expect but when the flavor hits, his face contorts in so many different emotions in less than 5 seconds

He doesn’t spit it out because like he lowkey likes the flavor, he wants to see where it goes

You definitely start laughing your ass off when he realized that he may have taken too much of a big bite for his first time trying it

After many other times that he tries the candy he gets , well bot use go it, but he really likes it!

Will then often go w you to the store to just buy new candy that you like, he wants to try more of them

He actually becomes a fan of all the candy, tamarindo being his favorite

Just be careful when you buy some because this mf will eat them before you even get some just to mess w u, but dw he will buy more for the both of u :))

Billy Loomis

All he did was ask what the fuck you were eating

He never asked to try it, instead you offer it and it just goes on as “cmon try it” with a knowing smile

When he does give in to try it, he gives the smallest of tastes

He licks it and first he’s confused because he doesn’t taste anything, but then the tingling starts and he’s like what the fuck

When he gives a small bite and the flavor takes over he’s on the verge of tears

“W-why’s it so s-sour..? N spi-thy”

Exagerado (exaggerated mf)

He wants to spit it out but he doesn’t wanna be disrespectful

After that little horrible memory, you decided maybe its best to start small for billy

Building his was up on the candy types, from least “spicy” to hell on mouthwatering sour earth

He just didn’t have the tolerance and it took his ass out but with time he gets use to the flavour and lowkey enjoys it

Though its not his favorite

He prefers sweeter things but he’ll occasionally try more tamarindo candy when he feels in the mood!!

THIS WAS REALLY RANDOM AND DEF OOC BUT LIKE I THOUGHT IT WAS CUTE AND FUNNY IDEA. I didn’t call them “mexican candy” specifically because like i am mexican pero like i know other cultures and Hispanic ethnicities may have it in their culture as well. However for me i used what i know and grew up with, while being as vague as possible on that while still being like talking abt tye candy yk??? Anyway,if u read this hope u enjoyed it :)

#stu macher x reader #billy loomis x reader #billy loomis #stu macher #slasher headcanons #crackpost #fluff #silly fic #stu macher headcanons #billy loomis headcanons #billy loomis imagine #stu macher imagine #scream 1996