#concept library: fic

[thelittlestancient]

Hephaistos/Themis Cyberpunk AU, 1/?

Releasing this one in very short snippets as I write, as a little brain break from the Big Project. It'll go on AO3 once I have a title and more writing done.

Rating: Explicit Overall Content Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence. References to past non-consensual sex and pregnancy. Dehumanization of an autonomous, sentient bot character, and ongoing discussion of whether he's sentient enough to be human. Content Warnings for this chapter: Dehumanization of an autonomous, sentient bot character: referred to as 'it' while deactivated. References to offscreen violence and sex. Summary: Disgraced scientist turned bounty salvager Hephaistos finds an expensive, deactivated sexbot in a junkyard, setting off a search for answers about the bot's past that will lead him deeper into the mysteries surrounding his own fall from grace.

Hephaistos doesn't bother knocking--he rarely does, when he comes here, nor does he need to. The sheer size of the taur body forces him to enter through the garage, and the clattering of metal claws on sealed concrete announces his presence long before he can get a word out.

"What have you got for me today?" the chopper asks, peeking out from the front office where he sees most of his various 'clients.'

"Bot," Hephaistos says, laying the twisted and broken bundle down on the worktable. "Expensive one, by the looks of it. Can you fix it?"

Stroking his goatee with one hand, the chopper pokes at the bot with the other. "Limp--rotors are burnt out and will need replacing, it'd be stiff otherwise. Skin--significant damage, but…" He slices off a small square with a knife. "This is a biologic. I can grow more from a small sample in a vat with the right agents. Hmm. Memory chip completely missing. In a bot this complex, sourcing that will be the most difficult part."

"You have one?"

The choppper snorts. "No, which means you have two options. One, I install a simple memory chip and downgrade his processors, and I sell off what he's got now which settles your account. Or else you go find me the parts I need to repair him, I do the work, and your debt remains."

"Him?" Hephaistos asks, curiosity piqued.

"Oh yes, I recognize this model--the base one, at least, though this one's had a number of modifications. Top of the line, virtually indistinguishable from a human. Far more than just a warm bedmate at night. In another life, I'd've paid a small fortune for the privilege of working on one of these."

Hephaistos reaches out, running a finger over one of the bot's delicate, limp hands. "And you can fix him?"

The chopper fixes golden eyes on him. "I'll not tell you lies: he's been hard-used, and he wasn't designed to take that. I make no promises of what state he'll be in, if you choose to reactivate him. But the physical repairs, the mechanicals and the electronics? Oh yes, that I can do."

"…what do you need? Clearly I've more scavenging to do."

#hephaistos x themis #hephtemi cyberpunk au #concept library: fic

[hermitscratch]

imp n skizz + 27... the besties. did you know skizz irl sometimes kisses impulse n the cheek. to annoy him

Send me a pairing + a number! || Accepting

27. A platonic kiss, Impulse/Skizz, 873 words

This may have been the greatest day of Impulse's life.

The exhilaration of starting anew had hit him full force. The space between seasons had been spent dreaming up builds of grandeur, and he was finally able to see what he was working with. Better still, he had a partner in crime to share his vision with. Providing Bdubs his first clock was a point of pride, and Bdubs had accepted it with promises of a great future ahead of them.

He'd made momentous progress. Maybe not on the scale of Doc and his villager operation, but the humble underground iron farm he and Tango constructed would serve them well. The land that would become a sprawling cyberpunk city was sectioned off. His strip mine was fruitful, piles of diamonds to be fashioned into armor and equipment as needed. Everything was coming up Impulse.

When the day was over, the rest was well-earned. The Mountaineers, as Scar had named them, reconvened to share dinner around the fire. He took the chance to wash up in the river- a water well would be a tomorrow project, once he had a place to lay his head that was more permanent than the blocked off mouth of his cave- and laid down for a good night's sleep.

...Any minute then.

Impulse rolled onto his back and sighed. It didn't feel right, and Impulse knew what was missing.

This may have been the greatest day of Impulse's life, because Skizz was there.

Skizz was there, and so much as thinking his name made the thread connecting them hum. Before Skizz was a hermit, when Impulse had been summoned and made the decision to stay, it was easy to ignore. The proximity now, though, made it impossible. His very soul knew its other half was near, and Impulse longed.

Skizz hadn't wanted to be coddled. He was determined to stand on his own two feet in this server of building gods and redstone masters. It was with full support that Impulse had agreed to let Skizz forge his own way, neighbors instead of roommates.

...But surely Skizz wouldn't mind a late-night visit, right?

Impulse relit the torches by his bedside. He didn't change, just throwing on his shoes. On his way to the door, he wondered if it would be worth taking his wings out. It would make the trip incredibly short, at the cost of nearly guaranteeing he'd spend all night at Skizz's. He wouldn't mind, but if Skizz did...

"Aaah!" A yell made Impulse jump as he opened the door, snapping him out of his thoughts. An equally startled Skizz stood in the doorway, a hand on his chest as he settled down. "You scared the dookie right outta me, dude," He said, heaving a breath, "Don't you know it's like, dumb o'clock in the morning? Nice jammies though," Skizz snickered.

Impulse snorted. Skizz was wearing a matching set. "These old things? Aw, they're nothin'," Skizz barks a laugh, and Impulse chuckles with him, a line of tension leaving his shoulders, "I know it's dumb o'clock in the morning, what're you doing at my front door?"

"Well I- y'know, I was in the neighborhood," Skizz started, wings held around his shoulders like a mantle, "And I'm thinkin' to myself, I think, y'know... I'm really feelin' it! And if I'm feelin' it, my best buddy over here, Mr. Impy Dimpy Dippledop, well, he's gotta be feelin' it too, right? Am I right? I bet I'm right," Skizz poked at Impulse's cheek.

Impulse huffed fondly, lightly smacking Skizz's hand away. Nobody could manage to be longwinded and straightforward like Skizz could. "I might've been on my way to yours for the same reason," Impulse admitted.

"Good thing I beat you then," Skizz cackled, "I don't have a bed yet!"

"Skizz!" Impulse laughed, "That's the first thing you do!"

"I was excited, okay? Some stuff fell through the cracks!" It only made Skizz laugh harder, "Are you gonna invite me in or not!"

"Okay, okay," Impulse placated once their laughter calmed into the occasional giggle. He stepped away from the doorway and gestured Skizz to follow him inside, "Come on in, make yourself at home. Don't forget to shut the door behind you."

Impulse heard the door close. The place was basic, really, meant for function over form. A double-wide bed, some chests for storage, and the simple wall that separated the space from the outside. There was a joke on the tip of Impulse's tongue, something about excusing a mess that wasn't there, but it's forgotten the moment he feels arms around him.

Arms, and then wings, warm and white and all-encompassing like a blanket settled around his very soul. If Impulse looked behind himself, he was sure Skizz's halo would be showing. In turn, Impulse's horns grew. Dark scales climbed up his arms where he held Skizz's arms across his chest, and his tail found purchase around Skizz's leg.

Skizz squeezed him in a hug, lowering his head to leave a kiss in Impulse's hair before burying his face in it with a content sigh that made Impulse want to melt into bed and never get up again.

"Yeah," Skizz mumbled, soft and tired, "This is home."

#Skizzpulse #ImpSkizz #ImpulseSV #Skizzleman #Hermitshipping #Hermitcraft #Hermitfic #MCYT #Asks #Anonymous #Skizz #Impulse #Astral Library #My Writing #Reminder that the feelings described in this fic are not inherently romantic and neither is the concept of soulmates #This can be read either way but it was intended as more of a platonic life partners situation

[mushiewrites]

Silent Library

Ran a poll and you all voted this trio to be next! The prompts come from this list, requested by an anon (ask found here)! I hope you all enjoy :3

8 - “can you stop laughing? i’m trying to talk to you. How rude!” / 57 - “hey! this is a serious matter!”

(lee!Sapnap / ler!Dream / ler!George : 1.6K words)

“Do we really have to be in here?” Sapnap spoke softly, peering around the bland looking building and noticing how everything was colored an earthy brown. The furniture, carpet and wallpaper of the library all seemed to somehow blend together, like some kind of horrible camouflage. “Do you even have a library card?

“We don’t have any other choice, Sapnap. We need this book to code the new minecraft challenge and I can’t find it anywhere - I can’t even find it online,” Dream huffed in an equally soft voice, careful to not disturb the calm atmosphere surrounding them as they made their way to the tech section of the room. “And yes, I still have mine from when I was a kid.” 

“This is annoying.” George chimed in, following closely behind the two as he took in his surroundings. The three reached the correct aisle and immediately began to search the many titles littering the shelves, each starting in their own area along the bookshelf. 

After a few minutes of searching, Sapnap let out a frustrated sigh from his place on the floor, having been kneeling to search the bottom shelf before working his way up. He gripped the book side of the bookcase as he stood up, groaning and rubbing at the pattern the carpet had left on his knees.

“This is hopeless. It’s not here,” The youngest boy whispered out, partly so the other two could hear but mostly just to complain to himself. “It has to be online, there’s no way that- MM!” 

Sapnap slapped his hand over his mouth to muffle his squeal, jumping to the left as George jabbed him in the side to make him be quiet. Unfortunately for them, it had the opposite effect. They heard a stern “SH!” coming from somewhere close. The librarian was unamused at the noise that he let out, clearly not caring how cute it had been.

“George, what the hell?!” He whisper-yelled at the elder, his face heating up when he watched as George giggled into his palm quietly. A sudden warmth was pressed into his left arm and he turned to find a very tall blonde boy leaning into him, pretending to look incredibly interested in the grey and white colored books in front of him. 

“What are you- hey!” Sapnap yelped as George pressed himself against his right side, the two older boys successfully trapping him between them and against the bookcase. His eyebrows furrowed together as he looked quickly back and forth between them, continuing with a low growl in his voice. “What the hell, let me go!” 

“We’re just looking for the book, Sapnap. What’s the issue?” Dream asked through his smirk, pretending to be clueless as he leaned down to look on the shelf that was level with the smaller boy’s sides. The blonde acted as if he was reaching for a book but instead made a quick poke into Sapnap’s side, making him squirm to the right and directly into George’s waiting fingers. 

“Wh- Stohohop!” He pushed against George’s shoulder when he felt a poke into his ribs from the elder. Sapnap could feel his face heating up, no doubt a blushy mess in a very public place, which only served to further darken his cheeks.

“Hey! This is a serious matter! Did you not just hear Dream? We need this book, Sapnap, we can’t stohop!” George was almost giggling himself, biting his bottom lip to prevent a squeak from escaping. Sapnap rolled his eyes at that, opening his mouth to reply but was interrupted with a squeeze at his hip this time, squealing and immediately pretending to cough to conceal his laughter. 

“Can you stop laughing? I’m trying to talk to you!” Dream whispered to the left of him, standing back up and leaning in close to Sapnap’s ear to tickle him more. He smirked when the younger boy brought his shoulder up to stop the tingles, gasping in fake offense when he too was pushed away. “How rude!”

“Stohop, y-you’re gonna gehehet us in trouble!” He hiccuped through his giggles, leaning forward and resting his head on the bookshelf in front of him, squeezing his eyes shut and bringing his hands up to cover his mouth once more when he felt light squeezes climbing up both of his sides.

As if the universe was listening, there was another sharp “SH!” that rang out into the uncomfortable silence of the library, only proving to egg the two boys on as he felt them add pressure to their squeezes, now reaching his ribcage and rubbing at the bones there.

Sapnap stomped his foot down as quietly as he could, bouncing up onto his toes and pressing his elbows to his sides to try and stop the tickling. This attempt was unsuccessful, and he continued to squirm as they continued to squeeze, the older boys giggling on either side of him. Sapnap was letting out little squeaks through his muffled laughter, pressing his hand hard against his lips and scrunching his nose as he kept his forehead resting against the shelf in front of him. His hat was slightly pushed up off of his head as the brim of it pressed against the books, prompting the younger boy to reach up and grab at one in an attempt to move it out of the way for his hat to settle back into place. The squeezes suddenly stopped on his right side, hearing a sharp gasp from the elder. 

“Wait, look! Sapnap found it!” George’s excitement was present in his lowered voice, feeling as the book he had randomly grabbed was gently taken out of his hands. He opened his eyes to see the brunette smirking, holding up the book they had been looking for to show Dream that they finally had located it.

“Thank fuck.” Sapnap let out a sigh of relief, bringing his hands down to rub at his sides as the two finally stepped away from him, giving the smaller boy space to calm down. He turned around and leaned his back against the wood behind him, running his hands down his cheeks before reaching up to adjust his hat that had been slowly but surely falling off during the attack. 

“See? We helped you find it! Your suffering was worth it!” Dream flashed his teeth at Sapnap with a wide smile, reaching out and taking the book from George to double check that it was the edition they needed. 

“Speak for yourself.” Sapnap mumbled, blushing when he was met with giggles in response. He let out a groan as the two began walking down the aisle and towards the front of the library, rolling his eyes as he watched them grow farther away.

With teary eyes he trailed behind them as they walked up to the check-out counter, avoiding eye contact with the librarian as she stared them down. Sapnap shrunk behind Dream, hiding in embarrassment at the fact that she had heard his squeaks and squeals, not being able to handle the idea that it meant the rest of the people in the room may have heard them, too. Sapnap shook his head briefly to rid his mind of the thought, silently willing himself to calm down to stop the blush from spreading. 

“See, that wasn’t so bad!” Dream smirked down at him as he turned around, the book and his library card in one hand while his free hand gripped onto Sapnap’s shoulder with a squeeze. The smaller boy rolled his eyes with a huff, shoving the hand off of him and letting out a low growl when the action was returned with a quiet chuckle. 

“Yeah, and you were the one to find the book! You were just so eager to help, how adorable.” George teased, voice still hushed as they pushed through the glass doors and out into the bright parking lot. 

“Whatever, idiots. You’re both gonna pay for this.” Sapnap seethed through his teeth, scowling at the two before breaking out into a small smile, unable to stop himself from giggling at the situation that just played out. 

“Sure we will, baby boy,” Dream began as they reached the car, Sapnap and the blonde walking to the same side as George made his way to the passenger side door. Dream grabbed his hand as Sapnap reached for the back door handle, making the younger boy look up to meet his eyes. “Just get in the car before we tickle you to pieces right here in this parking lot, okay?” 

Sapnap swallowed thickly as he nodded his head, ducking his head down when he felt the color return to his cheeks once more and yanking his hand out of Dream’s grip. He whined softly when he heard Dream’s high pitched giggles, clearly pleased with the reaction he got from the younger boy. He watched as the blonde opened the driver’s side door and slipped inside, following his actions and climbing up into the car himself. 

“What’s got you so red, hm?” George teased from the front seat, looking back at the smaller boy and smirking at the red hue in his cheeks. 

“Oh, fuck off, George.” Sapnap whined, the threat from Dream still replaying in his head. He leaned his head against the window and slid down in his seat as the two older boys laughed at the comment, silently cursing the two and plotting his revenge the whole way home.

#lee!sapnap #ler!dream #ler!george #dont even ask where this concept came from #i fell in love with it and had to write it and sap was too perfect to be the victim #we love a giggly sapnap #also thank u to cal for reading through this for me #as always ur amazing #also the title is based off of the mtv show silent library lmfao #mushie fics #mcyt tickle #my stuff

[teledild0nix]

so i'm writing an 8th year fic and h&d are taking a muggle studies class together in which they read one of shakespeare's plays, and i'm trying to write a final project (for which they are partners) but like. hogwarts academics don't seem all that uhhhhh rigorous to me (like we see the students complaining about having to write a foot of parchment which is essentially ONE PAGE HANDWRITTEN) and i'm a little worried that my assignment is too rigorous.

it involves a lot of like. thinking analytically and using your imagination wrt the motivations of people unlike yourself, and that's not rlly something they do much at hogwarts as far as i can see. BUT it is muggle studies, and like. they could definitely all use some practice at those skills, following the recent implosion of their society.

#i showed it to my spouse who is a hs teacher #'where are they getting the books for this research? are there wizarding books about macbeth?' no there are not #the professor chose macbeth bc it has these concepts that will be familiar to them like witchcraft and prophesy #but presented from a muggle perspective #and also bc shakespeare is foundational to english literature and culture and it's good to be familiar with his work #and also bc they don't have a lot of experience with art esp language arts which is so so so sad and this will broaden their world #and ALSO bc shakespeare wrote before the statute of secrecy was signed which hopefully sparks their imaginations #to what extent might shakespeare's work have been impacted by ambient magic? or rumors of magic? #and if they had like a regular english literature education #they could talk about like the role of outcasts in shakespeare's work and whether magical people fit into that role #but they do not so we have to be a bit more literal #for the students that are prepared to like dig into this stuff it could be a very engaging experience #but most of them will prob be a bit lazy with it right? and maybe just resent the assignment and not get much out of it #and like!!!! #this assignment is literally just an excuse to have H&D putting their heads together in the library #and bring their relationship/the fact that they've been warming up to each other and spending time together out into the open #in a plausible deniability sort of way #a friendship soft launch if you will #i get a little carried away about these details sometimes #like if i mention the characters getting sandwiches i will look up menus for places they could plausibly have gotten sandwiches in that are #to make sure the sandwiches i mention are reasonable sandwiches #i heard some dumb story about meghan markle freaking out about not being able to get avocado when she was in the uk #and i remembered a fic i had written where aziraphale and crowley eat egg and avocado sandwiches #and i felt ashamed #an implausible sandwich!!!!

[words-writ-in-starlight]

Idk what put you back in your Sandman era but gotta tell u I am living for it. Your taste in posts is impeccable lmao

Baby I am at all times one post away from doing a deep dive on someone’s Sandman tag and rapid fire reblogging 80% of it.

#sandman #the sandman #dream of the endless is my personal babygirl #my grumpy cat of an anthropomorphized concept #my embodiment of fathomless emotion and blind self-assurance #some people dislike him for his bad decision making and rip to them but I’m different #i love him in all his self-sabotaging repression #i have. TOO many dreamling fics open on my phone right now. #i do NOT want to talk about the number of tabs i maintain. #I DO want to talk about hob making friends with a nice woman at the local library and really vibing with her obvious Supernatural Energy(TM) #leading to her showing up at the new inn on his invitation and profoundly alarming dream when he shows up to bother hob #(calliope for her part is having an extremely normal one) #(look sometimes when you’re a muse looking to be reminded of why humanity is Worth It you go kick it in a library) #(hob is not a writer but he does kind of fascinate her and there’s no one better for reminding an immortal that life is worth living) #asked and answered #friidayschild #a queue we will keep and our honor someday avenge

[gallawitchxx]

Big Guy ❤️‍🔥🖕🏻🪵 [2 New Messages] mick get your ass home ASAP

Big Guy ❤️‍🔥🖕🏻🪵 [New Message] drive careful tho

Big Guy ❤️‍🔥🖕🏻🪵 [New Message] love you

ray baby, there's really nothing to say here except that you're a fucking brilliant menace. thank you for constantly raising the bar. i am so grateful to be the recipient of such inspired creations. i bow down. i kiss your feet. i scour my camera roll for gold. you're a real one, bud.

ok ok there is something to say:

STRRRRREEEEEETCH!!!!!

#ray baby i love you #i am a changed person after pta dad!ian #like there's a before & an after in my life & it's marked by that ask #(i also just read that concept in a fic???? i think???? mickey's life being marked by a kiss with ian???? oh god paging the fic library!) #my brain is mush #good thing ray's is not #ray seriously you might be the funniest person i know #this one got me so good #drive careful tho #this is a ray stan blog now #ask bee #answered

[vampcaprisun]

meet ren, a celestial from an isolated demiplane called the hall of records, where they and other celestials like them, known simply as archivists, have spent an eternity experiencing life through the eyes of mortals, recording everything in book after sacred book.

ren gave up his place among them, and much of his celestial power with it, after the unthinkable happened: he, a being created only to passively observe mortal life, began to care about it. they became frustrated with their duties — why, they wondered, do we only witness and record but never do anything about it? what good are these books if they only tell of these people’s pain and never seek to soothe it?

this growing will, a thing he was never meant to have, allowed him to break free of the tether that bound his senses to those he was charged with witnessing, and for the first time he was able to roam freely through the hall of records, unseen by the countless archivists still locked in the minds of mortals. they searched countless records, grasping for understanding, but found nothing that satisfied them. finally, he made a promise to himself, and to any powers that might have been listening: he would find a way out, he would reach the mortal world, and he would become a player in it and not just the spectator he had been for so long. they would not just watch the pain anymore; they would do something about it.

of course, they never imagined that their way out, when one finally did come, would be a nautiloid crashing through the planes.

#and he is going to KISS THAT DRUID #also yes he and gale are like. besties bc gale is FASCINATED by the concept of a demiplanar library containing all of mortal experience #i’m going to do a much nicer write up of his backstory eventually #bc i wanna write fics of them and halsin but those will need Context #but for now have this bc i need to post about him #they have taken over my mind send help #oc: ren #bg3 oc #bg3 tav #paladin tav #baldur’s gate 3 #bg3

[transgenderfivepebbles]

hello to all three shi association fans. i wrote a thing

#data pearls #library of ruina #shi association #yujin lor #tenma lor #valentin lor #i think i created three new relationship tags for this because NO ONE writes shi fic that isn't tenma/yujin #mad respect to the yuri soldiers in the tag but we simply do not exist on the same plane of reality #honestly considering writing more shi stuff. i have two more concepts but idk if i'll see them through #i have caught Loves Random Minor Characters Too Much Disease once again it seems

[chell-shook]

Fic concept: After The Girl in the Fireplace, Rose wants to take some time away from the Doctor to re-evaluate where she stands, but doesn't want to do it just sitting at home. So she gets a hold of a vortex manipulator and plans to do some traveling alone with that. After knocking around Earth in various time periods and planets she had been with the Doctor, Rose wants to try somewhere new, but is too wary to just punch in coordinates blindly. And where could be better to find interesting destinations than a planet the Doctor had told her about once - a planet containing the biggest library in the universe?

#doctor who #rose tyler #tenrose #timepetals #the doctor #has been depressed and worried the whole time of course #but still winds up traveling with Donna to the library #then either runs into Rose for the first time in years (for him) #or she's been saved and she and donna collaborate in the computer without knowing who the other is #and somehow it all collides #idk i read some madame pompadour fallout fics and i can't stop thinking about this concept

[mishapen-dear]

one of the loveliest things about posting fic on ao3 is getting to see one person leave kudos on multiple stories like. hello stranger ;^; im glad you liked my writing enough to read more of my writing

#it’s why i havent turned off the kudo email notifs yet #and tbh one of the things that keeps me from looking at Numbers because number are frivlous and dependant on trend/day/chance #but fuckin. more than one person who wants to read more of the words ive written? v special #idk there’s something v humanizing about that #it makes me think about a dm i got a long time ago #someone who wanted to copy/paste my fic into their minecraft library #a) that would have been just one set of numbers #but holy shit. they wanted to take some of my words and put it in their game #b) if that world wasnt deleted then that little book with my inexperienced baby writer words is still out there #like i dont delete my works because i am Heartbroken when other people delete theirs #but. something about the act of preserverence also being an act of love #(<- good horror concept right there) #and its just one person. one number. and an entire saved copy of my work #i forgot about that until today is the craziest thing #hm i thibk i should go to bed #but no yeah someone choosing to read more than one of my stories and make it all the way thru to leave kudos feels exactly the same way as #getting asked by some kid to send them my fic in their dms so they could put it in their library

[thelittlestancient]

This work is complete in four chapters. One chapter will be posted on each of the Fridays in February.

#concept library: fic #wol: rakuyo yatsurugi #wol/nabriales #nabriales

[chrollohearttags]

“silly boy, come find me when you’re older!” • a. artlert

synopsis: two lovers realize their relationship isn’t meant to be but that doesn’t mean they have to part ways forever..

content + themes: fem!reader (black coded), age gap (2-3 years, armin is 19, reader is 21-22) college au-ish (armin is going to nursing school + reader is a business grad), star-crossed lovers trope, angst + comfort, missionary, riding, hand holding, heavy kissing, crying (not dacryphila), accidental creampie, pet names (baby, mama, baby boy, angel), drug mentions, he gets possessive for like .2 seconds.

word count: 3.1K

📝: I have been so in love with fluff and the idea of soft smut lately (maybe it’s the holidays, maybe it’s my hormones..who knows!) but this is a part of a new au I’m starting! A new story that’ll be coming out soon and I can’t wait. For now, enjoy one of several side fics to accompany it! Also, please tell me y’all know this title reference 😭

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“I really wish you wouldn’t look at me like that…”

the phrase seemed to have alluded him yet again..slipping through one ear and out the next. Almost as if only his body was present and his mind and spirit were elsewhere. It was to be expected though..

“..armie..? Aren’t you going to say something, baby? Anything?..”

you had just confided in him quite possibly the worst thing ever. In truth, his heart was breaking and there wasn’t a single thing that either of you could do to mend it. Although, you felt solely responsible..that the reason for his pain was entirely your fault. But it was a necessary confession nonetheless. One that you truly believed would benefit you both. Distance. Distance between the two of you so that he could properly pursue his education. A long sought after dream of becoming a nurse. Following directly in his mother’s footsteps and making her proud..it was all Armin ever wanted. As it stood, that was a mere concept and it was thanks to the girl lying next to him. His sweet, beloved (y/n). The (y/n) he reunited with at a house party one night and had been wildly entangled with ever since. Hooking up, drinking and smoking…what most peers your age was doing but you also had bigger aspirations for both Armin and yourself. He wanted to become a registered nurse, working with children and you were already two years deep into your collegiate journey as a business major. Laser focused and ambitious..ready to conquer your goals. You couldn’t waste your lives away in the back of his car, hotboxing and having sex. As fun as this little whirlwind romance was, you had to cut things off. At least for the foreseeable future..for both of your sakes. It wasn’t an easy decision in the slightest and you were far more torn up by the situation than what you were letting on but it had to be done. Regardless of your emotions..

“..I just don’t understand..I mean, is there someone else? Why don’t you want me anymore?…”

there it was..underneath all of those newly etched tattoos, shaggy blonde locks and suave charm lied that sweet, gentle boy. The same nerdy kid you’d first encountered whilst attending the same high school. Although two years apart, you found him to be adorable and couldn’t help but to grace the awkward brainiac with a smile every morning on his visits to the library. A beautiful goddess like you even acknowledging him? He was grateful for that alone! But it wasn’t until his senior year did the two of you reconnect. By that time, he had shed his thick, wire framed glasses for icy blue contacts to match his own..grew out his blonde bowl cut to a curly shag and had even acquired a couple of art pieces on his arm. Not to mention, gained some muscle from playing basketball. Some say you were the catalyst for his sudden change. Although this appearance was new, deep down, he was still that wide eyed genius with unbelievable intelligence. And best believe, your kindness wasn’t lost on him. So it came as no surprise, when you happened to cross paths with him at a graduation party that your younger sister, who happened to be in the same class with him, was attending..he found the courage to finally talk to you face to face. All of his newfound confidence flew out of the window when he saw you..that ethereal skin, deity like features and of course, that smile. That smile that made his heart flutter. “You haven’t changed a bit, baby boy…”

certainly his looks had, but you saw through all of that. You saw Armin for who he truly was and for that, he couldn’t allow you to slip away without confessing his true feelings. So that night, with liquor in his veins, he charmed you with sweet words and told you that he’d always had the biggest crush on you. It didn’t take long for you guys to get involved..days after that party, you began seeing one another. Both romantically and intimately. However, your relationship wasn’t exactly conventional or ideal..you were good for each other, perhaps a little too well. Because every moment that presented itself, you’d find yourself in every bed, couch, bathroom or backseat..going at it like rabid animals. The sex was insane and you couldn’t get enough of each other. It was only coupled by the sensation of the drugs coursing your veins..stimulants that sent your mind to places you didn’t need to be. Although there was never a single fight between you two, you knew the relationship wasn’t a healthy one. You encouraged each other’s worst habits. He had gotten a full ride scholarship to his dream school and you had obtained several as well for your ideal program. But you both stood to lose those if you didn’t make some changes. Ditching class to go smoke and then fucking him in every square inch of your off campus apartment. Sending him nudes and salacious messages during class, along with always being underneath each other. He’d never be able to focus and stay on track at this rate! Hence why you had to be the mature one and break things off. Even if it brought you to tears as well. So with a shaky palm, as you lay in bed next to one another, you’d bring a hand to his face and quell his doubts.

“You couldn’t possibly think that..you're the only one I want, Armin. I swear on everything..but..we can’t keep doing this. I love you so much but we’re no good for each other. At least not right now..”

but he’d attest, almost immediately. Insisting that he could buckle down and focus on his goals at hand. However, your mind was made up. That blind obsession and adoration for you would never allow him his room for growth. It wasn’t fair. Here you were only another year shy of receiving your degree and he was barely even started. You had to give him a fair shot, even if it meant removing yourself from the equation. You had even found an internship. He’d try to talk you out of it, convince you that he could juggle both college and you but regardless of how smart he was, nursing school was an entirely different beast in and of itself. It would require his full attention and dedication if he wanted to be an exceptional caregiver. No drugs, no distractions…no you. His studies deserved all of his time.

“So why can’t we make it work then? Isn’t that what couples do or was I nothing more than a joke?”

“Armin…”

in that moment, he’d tug away and roll over onto his side, giving you the proverbial cold shoulder and it stung like hell. The last thing you wanted to do was fight the man you loved. If anything, you wished things could stay like this forever. But you both had growing up to do and until that happened, it was best you parted ways.

“..I have an idea..”

But it wasn’t something that had to be permanent..for now though, there was no need to be upset with one another when you could spend your remaining time enjoying yourselves. Gently pulling him back towards you, you’d maneuver your legs until you were able to crawl on top of him. Those long acrylics scaled his freshly tattooed chest as you gently straddled his waist..at that moment, his little cheeks flushed red and you’d feel his breathing becoming slightly heavier. You’d lean down and begin peppering light kisses to his temple and all around his face..all while slowly rolling your hips against his crotch. With you, he was vulnerable..at his softest and would undoubtedly listen to whatever you said. “I’m all ears..”

that’s when you’d devise a plan that you believed that both of you could agree upon. An agreement of sorts.. “..two years..in two years, we can see each other again, just like this. We’ll work hard and reach our goals. You’ll be in your senior year, doing clinicals and I’ll be at my new job. We can find a place and finally start our lives together. Armin, I love you so much and I don’t want to see you throw your life away. Please..promise me you’ll find your way back to me when you’re ready. When we’re both in a better place..” once he spotted your tearful plea and heard the tone in your voice, he knew what had to be done. Personal feelings aside..you were absolutely right. He knew if he stood any chance of keeping you in his life, he had to blossom into a grown man that you could be proud of. One that was worthy of being called yours. Reaching up, Armin would grasp your hand and bring it to his lips for a gentle kiss, holding it close. He wanted to remember that feeling..savor it and savor you as well. God, he didn’t want you to leave, he wasn’t ready to say goodbye!..but this was the only way. The only way he could ensure that he got to have you in the long run. He wanted you two to grow old together so he’d make this temporary sacrifice to be able to share an eternity with you.

“..you have my word, angel. I promise..I promise I’ll come back to you a better man than what I’ve been..”

“Then take me…right here.”

just then, you’d feel his hand snake up your spine and tug you down towards his chest..not another word was exchanged. Just slow, tender pecks and breathy moans..immersed in the covers and in one another, you’d allow the moment to take you both. Your palms cupping his cheek and his gripping your ass, you’d tousle around underneath the sheets. It didn’t take long for the endearing moment to become rather heated but it was a true testament of the passion between you two. In a moment of haste, his nails would gently dig into the curvature of your back as you leaned up. In a matter of minutes, you’d feel his once flaccid erect growing harder underneath you. The sensation of your dripping heat making direct contact with him..and it was driving him crazy! He needed you so badly right now and you were just the same.

“Armieeee..”

calling out with a high pitched whimper as you ground yourself against him. You couldn’t stop either..almost as if you’d simply combust if you were to be pulled away from him right now. Frail cries would escape his lips as well but he’d find a semblance of control to satisfy your desires, which took precedence over everything else.

“Yes, baby? Tell me what you need..”

cooing to you in that sweet, loving tone that always managed to turn you to meet putty in his hands every time. You were still hopelessly rutting yourself against him; arousal overflowing from between your thighs that quickly. He knew what you wanted but he needed to hear you say the fateful words..give him instruction and guidance the way you had always done. “Hey, look at me, mama..” gently snatching your head forward and forcing eye contact as your chest heaved. “N-need you. Need you so bad, baby..please. Make love to me..” and with that whiny declaration, he’d make haste in fulfilling your wish. With a cocked smile, Armin would reign you in tighter, reaching for you. “Then here..take my hands, angel..” on his command, your hands would join in a gentle clasp, combining as one as you adjusted your lower half to align with his. He’d buck his hips upward and you’d lower yourself down as your bodies became one… meeting in an instant. “Fuck…” the word escaping your mouths simultaneously along with gentle moans. That seemed to be the theme for the night. A stark comparison to the wild nights you shared together previously. Perhaps.. it was the realization that this was really the last time you’d get to do this for a while. That he wouldn’t be able to feel the comfort of your body, to smell your intoxicating scent..to clash with your plump lips..to taste the sticky gloss that coated them. To stare into those gorgeous brown eyes. So as he lie underneath you, being rode to kingdom come as your tightness constricted around him once more, Armin would close his eyes and absorb every memory, every fiber of you..ensuring that he’d never forget his first and true love.

“There you go, baby. Right there..ride me—fuck!”

and he couldn’t possibly forget how you made him feel. How you set him ablaze with your overwhelming passion..still bound hand in hand, heart to heart, you’d keep going. Throwing your head to the wind and calling out your lover’s name, lifting it to the heavens as you bounced up and down. Taking him to your hilt; allowing that swollen tip to prod your most sensitive area. “Armin, baby! Yes..oh my gosh, you feel so good.” For the first time, you didn’t just fuck him. His flesh was more than a mere vessel of pleasure..it was your soul becoming one with his own. You were experiencing true pleasure in its purest form..and neither of you wanted it to end. Finally opening his eyes, he’d be greeted by the ethereal view of your breasts swaying and your beautiful face throwed in ecstasy filled bliss. “Aw, baby..you’re so beautiful. My favorite view in the entire world.” Smiling as tears streamed generously down your cheeks. “Oh my God—I love you, Armin! I love you so much.” Confessing with all that you could muster. And that warm, gushing sensation derived from your sex wasn’t lost on Armin either. He’d find himself in a fit of heaving as your walls closed in around his cock. Squeezing him as if to never let go. “Ahh!-shit..I love you too, baby!—“

in that moment, he could no longer hold back his urges. His need to claim full dominion over you..hastily, he’d bring you to a cease before maneuvering and flipping you over onto your back. It was then that he’d mount you. Diving between your legs as he held each in place. He didn’t even take a moment to adjust. It was mere seconds before you’d find yourself filled with him yet again and he’d begin his descent into your mix. Sloshing and drumming up slick as your thighs collided in a fiery haze. The bed..the one that you’d messed around in so many times before served as the place of consummation for your devotion tonight..ricocheting and colliding with the wall as thunderous slams erupted. Your limbs entangled as your legs found home around his waist and your arms on his back. His entire frame lay bare and pressed to your own as those hips crashed into you. It felt unreal..so unbelievably unreal. But this was the present..your reality for the time being so you’d savor every last moment you got together. Drilling further into your body, his pace sped to a barrage of more steady, consistent strokes. Ones that he would accompany with sloppy tongue kisses. Filling your mouth with them as he pounded you gently. You couldn’t keep your hands off of each other. Regardless of how many times you slept together, something about this moment was starkly different. “Look at me, (y/n)!…” once again, snatching your head forward to meet his gaze. “You’re mine..you’re mine and I don’t give a damn where you go. I belong to you, you hear me? Don’t forget that..” those tears that had been brimming in his eyes finally fell and you’d affirm his sentiment with a fierce nod of your head, assuring him that no amount of distance or time could ever dissipate the love you shared for one another. “Yes baby! And I’m all yours, forever. I won’t ever leave you.” Sealing your promises with one final act..

“Yeah? You mean that?” “Every word, baby. I want you to always be with me..” Vocalizing back and forth as he continually thrashed around inside of your pussy until he sensed the urge that you were close. Upholding one another’s heads in a passionate fury, you’d exchange breathy words amid your love making. Telling him you’re near your peak and him telling you to let go. “Come for me, baby. You can come all over—“ but alas, before he could grant you permission, it would seem that he’d reach his climax first; glaring with a wide eyed expression as his seed filled you to the brim..something he’d never done before! Cursing himself and apologizing as he shook violently, draining every drop of himself into you. Perhaps he took your words a bit too literal but it was far too late to turn back now and shortly after, you’d follow. Showering him with a splatter of sticky rain. Squeezing and dripping all down his shaft. You’d convulse and flail around the mattress until he was able to quell you with gentle kisses. “I’m right here, mama. Let it out, it’s okay..” but once you were back into consciousness, you still wouldn’t let go and you remained entangled like this minutes afterwards. Exchanging “I love you’s” and sweet nothings. Along with tears..shedding them not for what would be lost but the time you had together and the comfort in knowing that you’d reunite soon enough. This time as more than friends with benefits or even mere freshmen sweethearts. But as an entity, an item that could never be separated because your bond was forged on a stronger foundation than one made of pure lust. It was love that would drive you to be better versions of yourselves, to work hard and it was love..that would bring you right back to one another when the time was truly right!

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[temptresse]

Lonely

Making a story is difficult, especially if you've written it so many times.

I challenge you to write a story about a lonely person trying to find meaning in their life, but there's a catch. This person's meaning can be the end of their life or the start of a new one.

What ideas would you write about?

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[superhaught]

Sweetest Girl

Pairing: Regina George x Reader

Warning(s): slight reference to bad home life for reader?

Word Count: 1700, Part 1/?

Anonymous Asked: hello! I was wondering if I could request a regina x fem!reader fic where the the reader is known as the sweetest girl in school that everyone loves and regina is like “what’s so great about her” and just ends up falling in love with her

Enjoy! I intend to keep this one going :D

Regina knew that she wasn’t excelling in her chemistry course this year but she certainly didn’t think she was failing. But the teacher asked her to stay behind after class and gave her a solemn look as she explained that with Regina’s most recent test score (which was, admittedly, abysmal), her overall grade in the class would drop from barely passing to failing. 

“Well, what am I supposed to do? I’m a senior, it’s not like I can retake this class!” Regina griped, beginning to feel her stomach turn over in panic.

“Calm down, Miss George. You still have time to improve your grade. I’d recommend that you start working with a tutor. One of your classmates is available for such an arrangement as it turns out. She’s a very gifted student who is doing quite well in this class. She will likely tutor you not expecting anything at all in return. Are you willing to reach out to her?”

Regina crossed her arms in front of her chest, “I guess I don’t have a choice, do I?”

Regina’s teacher formed a thin-lipped smile, “No, Miss George. You don’t.”

Regina took the slip of paper with the tutor’s contact info scribbled on it from the teacher and left the classroom for her locker in a huff. 

Gretchen and Karen were waiting for her and immediately, Gretchen was hounding the blonde in concern, “is everything okay, Regina? What did the teacher want?”

Regina sighed, “I’m failing. I need a tutor, I guess.”

“Oh no!!!” Gretchen exclaimed. 

Karen tapped into the conversation in a brief moment of focus and said, “don’t worry, Regina. I failed chemistry last year and had to be tutored, too.”

Regina rolled her eyes, “yes Karen, and you fucked your chemistry tutor instead of studying.”

Karen smiled, “oh yeah!”

Gretchen chimed in, “well, it’s going to be okay Regina. I bet you’ll do really well if someone can take their time to explain the concepts to you. Do you know who will tutor you?”

Regina nodded, “yeah, the teacher gave me this name. Someone in my class.” Regina passed the slip of paper to Gretchen. 

When the small brunette read the name she made an excited sound, “oh! I know her, she’s the sweetest ever! You’ll like her Regina. She’s like, the nicest girl in the school.”

Regina narrowed her eyes and snatched the paper back, “why would I like the nicest girl in school? She sounds like a try-hard… What makes her so great?”

-

You were enjoying your lunch outside in the courtyard because it was a sunny day out. You scrolled through your phone and an email notification caught your eye so you opened it right away. The email read: Hey, I need a chemistry tutor. Teacher gave me your name. Can you? -Regina George

Oh, wow. You thought. Regina George wants me to tutor her?

You typed your response back and sent it off with a whoosh: Hi Regina, I’m happy to help! Do you want to meet to go over logistics today after school? I’ll be in the library if you want to swing by :) you can also feel free to text me if that’s easier

You sent Regina your phone number at the end of the email and in a few minutes, you got a text from, presumably, Regina. She said, “okay whatever” then another few seconds passed and she sent another text, “this is Regina, obviously.”

You responded, “haha yes, I figured!”

The little bubble that indicated she was typing popped up for a long moment and then disappeared. Then it popped back up and turned into a simple text, “k.”

-

Later that same day, you were sitting in the library doing your homework in the welcome peace and quiet. As you were working, you saw the blonde out of the corner of your eye. 

Regina walked down the half staircase into the library and flipped her hair over her shoulder, her tote bag hung from the crook of her elbow, and her other hand held an iced latte notably not from the student-run cafe but instead from the Starbucks down the road from the school. 

Regina approached your table and plopped her bag down on the floor and pulled out the chair across from you, “went to get a coffee before meeting you, hope you don’t mind. You didn’t want anything did you?”

You smiled and shook your head, “I don’t mind, and no thank you, I’m okay. I don’t drink coffee.”

Regina raised an eyebrow as she sat down, “you don’t drink coffee? How do you survive?”

You laugh lightly, “I guess I’ve never really needed it, and I prefer tea anyway.”

“Huh…” Regina didn’t seem satisfied with your answer but she dropped it, “so, do you just stay here to do homework after school?”

“Usually, yeah! I like to get as much done as I can before the library closes.”

“Why would you want to spend more time in this godforsaken school?”

You swallowed hard, “Oh, um… just ‘cause.”

“Kay…”

“So, do you want to talk about tutoring for chemistry?”

“Sure.”

“Okay great, do you know how often you want to meet or how many hours you want to do per week?”

“Christ, I don’t know.”

“It’s okay!” You assured her, “let’s just start with two hours a week for now. We can meet twice a week for one hour each and see if that feels good or if we need to work more or drop down to just an hour.” 

“Alright.”

“Does this time work for you?”

“Yeah.”

“And what about another day in the week?” You asked.

Regina shrugged, “Thursdays?”

“Perfect!” You jotted down a note of the schedule in your planner.

“Do you tutor a lot?” Regina asked, then sipped her coffee.

“Not super often. When I do, it’s usually because a teacher recommended me.”

“Are you like a teachers pet or something?” 

“I don’t know, I just like helping.” 

Regina was silent for a moment. She was considering you. Examining you. 

“So for chemis-“ you began.

“You know, it’s like weird how nice you are. Like, it’s off putting.” 

“Oh… off putting?”

“Yeah, ya know. Like you don’t have to be nice all the time, or for free. Not everyone deserves kindness.” 

“I mean, I disagree, but-“ 

“I can pay you, you know. For tutoring me, I mean.” 

“You don’t have to, though. I don’t need you to.” 

Regina scoffed, “you’re just gonna give me your time and energy for nothing?” 

“Yes. I just want to help. It’s not transactional.” 

“Oh, you sweet thing. Everything is transactional. Maybe you don’t want my money but you expect to get something out of this, don’t you? Otherwise, you wouldn’t.” 

You were frustrated, “how do you know that? You don’t know me or what I’d do!” 

“No one does anything for free. No one performs a service for free. No one is that nice.” Regina took another drink of her coffee. 

“Are you trying to ruin this?” 

Regina raised an eyebrow again but was quick to respond, “am I making you mad?” 

“You’re frustrating me. I’m just trying to do a nice thing.” 

“So you don’t want me to question your motives?” 

“No! I mean…” you huffed angrily, you felt your cheeks grow increasingly red and hot, “there is no motive.” 

“I don’t believe that.” 

“Look, do you want my help or not?” 

“I want to be tutored. What I don’t want is to owe you anything.” 

“You don’t owe me anything!” 

Regina’s expression turned into the slightest smirk as she stood up from the table and grabbed her tote bag off the floor, “I’ll meet you again on Thursday to review this week’s course materials. When I see you again, I expect an answer about what exactly it is you hope to get out of doing this for me.” 

With that, Regina turned and left the library, her hair swishing behind her. 

You hadn’t noticed until then, but you had crumpled up a piece of paper in your hand during that conversation. 

-

Thursday came around too soon for your liking. You had no answer for Regina’s demand, other than the truth, which you didn’t want to tell her. 

At 4:05 pm sharp, Regina waltzed down the stairs into the library once again, tote bag in hand, removing her sunglasses in an elegant motion, a drink carrier from Starbucks with two drinks in her other hand. 

You watched as Regina gracefully spit her chewing gum into a trash can on her way while walking up to your table.

She took one of the cups out of the drink carrier and set it down in front of you, “chai latte. Is that okay?” 

Your jaw dropped open a bit as you stared stupidly at the drink and then back up at her, “y-yeah… that’s really nice, thank you.” 

Regina didn’t sit down, “do you have an answer for me?” 

You sighed, “you really won’t accept that I just want to help you out?” 

Regina wordlessly shook her head. 

You looked down at your hands and saw that they were shaking slightly, so you hid them under the table in your lap and kept your eyes averted from Regina as you whispered, “I do what I can to avoid spending time at home.” 

Regina remained silent. 

You looked back up at her. Her jaw was set and she had a severe expression. You watched her exhale a heavy breath through her nose, nostrils flaring, then she sat down across from you and dropped her bag onto the floor. 

“Okay,” she said simply. “Let’s get started then.” 

-

You spent the next hour reviewing that week's chemistry lessons with Regina. 

When you decided to stop for that evening, Regina reached across the table and wrote something into your notebook. 

“There, that’s my address. You don’t have to check in with me, or anything, you can just come over whenever you want to.”

“Regina, are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure. My mom loves having company to entertain, and there’s plenty of space in my room for you to be comfortable and do work.”

“I… I don’t know what to say.”

“How about, ‘thank you?’”

You laughed and nodded, “thank you, Regina. Really.”

The blonde stood up and returned her notes to her bag, “‘course. See ya tomorrow in class.”

“See you then…”

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[winterrrnight]

unravel

PAIRING: frat!soft!rafe cameron x fem!reader

SUMMARY: rafe has had his eyes set on the girl who isn't falling for his charms the way every girl seems to do.

WARNINGS: college!au; reader is hard to get, an ambivert, reserved; rafe is just frat!rafe in the start but slowly develops into extremely soft!rafe; a lot of comfort; rafe calls reader princess; intentional lower case

EDITH SPEAKS: this was initially just a little concept on rafe pining for a hard to get reader, but it got longer than the usual word count of my concepts so it's now a little fic! i hope this is extremely comforting cause I swear we all need this 💞🥹 just wanna say I'm here for every single one of you 💗💗

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rafe’s heard it all; hot, sexy, handsome, charming, and boy, does he eat it up each time. he knows he is a 10 out of 10, and when each girl in college is always on her knees for him, it doesn’t help but only boosts his ego.

but when you come around, it is all so different.

you don’t give into his charms the way everyone else seems to give. you aren’t running after him like a lost puppy, you aren’t pining for him, and that sets rafe off.

and that’s exactly why he needs you.

he catches you any moment he can; before class, after class, in the cafeteria, in the huge lawn, outside your dorms; any moment he sees you, he’s coming over to you, and never being able to keep his mouth shut.

“so princess…”

“shut up.”

that’s basically how all your conversations go. you roll your eyes at him each time and just walk away, but he has a smirk pulling on his lips all the damn time, always walking right next to you.

it’s like he’s forgotten about all the other girls in college. the ones who are willingly ready to take him, to give him attention every second of every day; but here he wants you, who doesn’t even make eye contact with him for more than two seconds without you rolling your eyes at him.

he always looks at you as the reserved kind of person. you aren’t seen around with a big group of friends, but just two or three close ones. you aren’t always talking, but you are quite open with your close friends. it’s hard to gather much information about you from around, and he believes that if it was the other way round, information about him would be so easily accessible. oh, and it does not help that your instagram is private and you still haven’t accepted his request.

if anything, that intrigues him even more. he wants to get close to you, to find out more about you, to unravel every thread of your existence till he knows you better than you know yourself.

it’s a nice spring afternoon, and rafe had quite few classes as compared to usual. he decides to head to the library – a place whose exact location he didn’t even know until 5 months into college – to finish this goddamned essay that’s been hanging on his head for the past week now.

as he walks inside, the vexed look on his face is instantly replaced by a quite simpered one when he spots you. he’s already making his way to you, around 20 different one liners in his head he can kick start the conversation with to see that irritated look on your face which he adores with his whole heart. but the coy smile leaves just the next second when he gets a clear look at you.

you’re crying.

your head hangs low as you’re quietly sobbing so absolutely no one else can hear you; but then the library is quite empty. your eyes are shut tight as tears roll down your hot cheeks, and rafe feels his heart physically break.

break in such a way that if you hear carefully, you can hear it shattering.

a frown etches his lips and a deep furrow forms in his brows as he slowly makes his way to you.

“princess…” he mutters softly, keeping a gentle hand on your shoulder. you’re startled at the sudden touch which causes you to gasp and makes you look up, your blurry eyes coming in contact with his warm, blue ones.

“not now rafe…” you whisper, shifting your shoulder which causes rafe’s hand to drop. you move a hand to your face to wipe off your tears, sniffling silently.

“hey talk to me…” he whispers softly, sitting down in the empty chair next to you. he doesn’t touch you in any way, just keeps a soft gaze at you and notices how you still keep your head down, trying your best to not sob as much as you were earlier. he makes a quick note of how your fingers are pulling onto each other, pinching and squeezing the flesh of them.

rafe knows for sure he’s never experienced anything sadder than watching tears roll down your pretty face. he knows it’s the last thing he wants to see. and he knows he wants to be the one who makes sure a tear never falls down your face ever again.

“listen princess…” he whispers, leaning just a bit closer to you, “you can trust me okay? you really can,” he gently places a hand over your snaked fingers, causing you to stop your fidgeting. his hand is warm, and as he gently caresses the back of your hand with his thumb, you can slowly feel your tears dying down.

rafe gently holds one of your hand and brings it up to his chest, placing it right above his heart. you look up to him, your glassy eyes slightly widened at his action. “just feel it okay?” he whispers. “try to match your breathing with it.” you feel the rhythmic thumping of his heart under your palm, and your expression softens as your eyes flutter shut, your breathing starting to match with his.

“good… good…” he whispers gently, moving his other hand to gently wipe your cheeks. his breath gets caught in his throat when he sees you don’t move away, but ever so subtly lean more into his touch.

“talk whenever you feel like, I’m not putting you in any hurry…” he mumbles, his thumb now gently skimming your cheek in a periodic manner, his palm resting against your cheek, and your face nuzzling against the warmth of his hand.

you nod at his words, just letting his soothing words, touch and presence take all over your senses, before you slowly collect your thoughts to talk to him.

if rafe would’ve earlier known that the way to your heart wasn’t dropping a snarky one liner each time he sees you, but to provide you a safe and comforting space to open up in, he would’ve done it way sooner.

because he’s finally doing what he wanted.

unraveling every thread of your existence till he knows you better than you know yourself.

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[naryrising]

So you like imaginary fandoms...

With the recent success of Goncharov, I thought I'd make a post to mention some of the previous times this has happened in fandom, and a brief explanation and some links on how you can find works for them. I don't claim that this is a comprehensive list, it's just ones that came to me off the top of my head based on several decades of fandom involvement.

Ghost Soup Infidel Blue. Originates from the annual Yuletide exchange, specifically a post by liviapenn in 2007 that used it as a default fandom to help explain how to write 'dear author' letters. The relevant quote (meant to illustrate the kind of letter that would be too specific) was "'Bad: "I would like a Ghost Soup story where Luke makes out with Angela's clone and Angela gets mad and seduces Moira just to make Luke mad, and then Ryan and Luke duel to the death with their lightsabers and it ends up in an Angela/Angela's clone/Moira threesome. And Ryan feels really bad and flies off to Mars forever."" Consensus is that it is a sprawling space opera anime series, something like Gundam or Macross, with many sub-parts and spin-offs. Part of the dynamic of Ghost Soup 'fandom' is people arguing in the notes and comments about the continuity or quality of these various spinoffs (e.g. Purple is reputed to be bad, but some people will staunchly defend it just to be contrary.) Deliberate wank and badfic is part of the humour. You can read the Fanlore post about Ghost Soup here and find works for it and its related fandoms here

Winterblumensaat. Again, this comes out of Yuletide, specifically a nomination in 2021 for what was strongly suspected to be a nonexistent German book. The nominator's sister found it in a flea market! It very definitely was real! They couldn't provide any evidence or a photo of the book, but they promise it was definitely a real book! Despite being rejected from Yuletide nominations as not having any basis in reality, it has nevertheless had some fics written for it. The AO3 tag is merged into Original Work, so you can find them by searching in Original Work for Winterblumensaat (results here). It seems to be a moody, dark mid-century European novel, with characters named Florientina, Mailia, Schnail, and Markus. A related non-existent fandom with the same origin story is Nur die Sonne - Maria Moßer, but this has only attracted one work so far (a crossover with Winterblumensaat).

Cordelia (Movie Poster). In 2020 a movie poster for the movie Cordelia came out that inspired fandom in ways probably not intended by the movie's creators. While the actual movie Cordelia is a contemporary horror/thriller, the poster gave people the impression that it might be about Victorian femdom with pegging. Needless to say, they were disappointed by whatever was in the actual film, and made up fic based on what they thought the poster was about instead. Currently ALL works in the Cordelia (2020) tag on AO3 are actually about the poster and not the movie.

Invisible Ficathon. In 2014 an exchange called Invisible Ficathon ran, which was based around "stories that never were". Nominated "canons" had to be nonexistent fictional works referenced in another work. Examples given included "The Casebook of Sherlock Holmes - Joan Watson" (from Elementary), "The Itchy and Scratchy Show" (from The Simpsons), the books in Lucien's library in The Sandman that only exist in dreams, and so on. The collections on AO3 contain 71 works for nonexistent fandoms. Alas that this exchange only ran once, because it was a fun concept. I think with the renewed interest in Goncharov, it would be ripe for revival.

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