#mirrorball fic

[hippolotamus]

Fuck it Friday 🪩

Tagged by the lovely and talented @spotsandsocks @buckaroosheart @wikiangela @fortheloveofbuddie @giddyupbuck @tizniz @daffi-990 @diazsdimples (do go check their snippets, creations and fics posted today!) 😘 Some more mirrorball from Eddie's POV (prev snippet here)

Eddie feels his cheeks flush and can only hope the dim lighting makes it less obvious. Because now he is wondering about Arsen. What he would look like on his knees, knelt between Eddie’s legs. What his hair would feel like with Eddie’s fingers threaded through it, tugging and guiding. Eddie needs to leave. Right fucking now.  “Gonna call it a night, guys.” He downs the last of his beer, hastily placing it on the table with an awkward thunk. “See you Monday.”  He’s met with a chorus of goodbyes, as well as a few pleas to hang out longer. It’s flattering, but he really has to get out of there before the semi he’s sporting becomes obvious. Well, more obvious. Eddie doesn’t look back as he exits the club. He forces himself to keep moving forward, to resist any urge to glance at the stage. He refuses to acknowledge anything other than the dark stretch of road until he pulls into a parking spot at Athena’s.  Once he’s inside the diner, he finally lets his defenses drop. “A little late for you to be out.” Bobby, the owner’s husband, teases, greeting him with a smile. “No Christopher tonight?” “Nah, he’s home with my sisters, but I’ll be sure to bring him next time. How are Athena and the kids?” If Bobby notices him changing the subject so as not to have to answer anymore questions about his night, he thankfully doesn't mention it. “Well, May and Harry are spending the weekend with Michael and David. And Athena-” Bobby looks fondly in the direction of the diner’s small office. “You know her, nose to the grindstone with paperwork. I’m hoping to make her take tomorrow off.” “Good luck with that,” Eddie says with a chuckle.  “Thanks.” Bobby playfully sighs, as if he knows he’s fighting a losing battle. “Need a menu?” Even if he wasn’t already worked up about earlier, already decided on his comfort food, Eddie wouldn’t need one. He’s got the offerings memorized by now.  “I’m good. Just a coffee and a peach cobbler, if you don’t mind.” Bobby gives him a knowing look, as if Eddie’s order speaks volumes about why he’s here. Like Bobby knows he's about to zone out, while pretending he's fine, as he absentmindedly drinks his coffee and shovels dessert in his mouth. “Sure thing. Coming right up.”

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#eddie is *fine* okay? #a-ok #in fact he's *better* than fine #no need to worry because he is 100% NOT about to have a cobbler fueled crisis #hippo writes #buddie wip #mirrorball fic #fic: watch my shattered edges glisten

[hugshughes]

mirrorball M. Estapa

Mark Estapa x fem!reader

synopsis - You realize Mark Estapa is the one person you don't have to perform for.

wc - 4.8k (#proud)

contains - cursing, slight miscommunication, upset reader, frustrated reader, fluff asf, kissing, cuddling. as always lmk!

an - LIGHTLY EDITED!!! sorry if there's any mistakes! THIS ONE WAS FUNNNNNN. i love mark so much so this was cute. it does take a long time to get to the point though so.. sorry! this song is also everything to me so yeah! oh also, betty love interest has been determined!!!! connor bedard is like honestly the perfect guy for it i feel like, cause he's young and stuff. and JH86 already has illicit affairs sooooo don't be mad at me! i hope you LOVE this! as always reblogs and replies are very much appreciated!

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i want you to know, i'm a mirrorball. i'll show you every version of yourself tonight.

You'd always been somewhat of a people pleaser. Your happiness had almost always stemmed from whether or not the people around you were happy. It started when you were little, because of how your parents would praise you when you'd take care of your 3 little siblings for them.

Your parents were always working, trying to make enough so that your family could live comfortably, but it had you parenting your siblings for all of your childhood. All of your nurturing at home caused you to do that to everyone you cared about. Always being called the "mom of the friend group." You would do anything you could for people around you to be happy with you, no matter if it meant you were miserable or not.

Now that you were in college, you felt weird not having someone depend on you every second like you do back at home. You had a lot of friends in school now, and lots of people liked that you would never say no to them, taking advantage of your kindness.

You'd met Ethan Edwards in a business class freshman year and he immediately took you in and brought you everywhere. He thought you were cool and fun and one of the few girls he could be friends with that didn't make it weird because of his "status" on the campus. He'd brought you to a hockey house party sophomore year and it's where you met Mark Estapa.

i'll get you out on the floor, shimmering beautiful. and when i break, it's in a million pieces.

Mark had been enthralled by you when you met. Your caring nature and kindness absolutely melted him. He watched you be the designated driver everywhere you went, take care of all of your girlfriends when they got plastered, and in his opinion, let them walk all over you. See, he loved your caring nature, to an extent. He loved how sweet you are, but he hated how other people took such an advantage of it. Once he'd even told your friend to fuck off when he'd seen her trying to make you feel bad for something that was completely on her.

hush, when no one is around my dear. you'll find me on my tallest tiptoes, spinnin' in my, highest heels, love. shinin' just for you.

While Mark loved how nurturing you were, he loved even more when you weren't so tense, and taking care of everyone, and you were just carefree. The first time he'd ever seen you like this was in February of your sophomore year, six months after he met you. You guys were at a party, that was really a "hangout" but while you guys drank, where none of those friends of yours had been invited. He'd never seen you that happy.

You were sitting right by him on the couch, your Ugg slippers on the rug in front of you while you tucked your legs into your chest, a drink in your hand. You were laughing and making jokes, not having to stress over whether your "friends" were about to get drugged because they would just grab drinks from anyone offering.

You'd always admired Mark. Since the night you met him, you just loved everything he did. How gentle he was even though his hockey stats would say otherwise. You loved how he always seemed to have a smile on his face, and how much he cared for you. He was one of the first people ever who cared for you the way you cared for everyone else.

hush, i know they said the end is near. but i'm still on my tallest tiptoes, spinnin' in my highest heels, love. shinin' just for you.

You had been in love with him since June. Your friend group had gotten together in the summer and spent a weekend on a lake in Michigan, near where Mark's parents lived. One night his parents had invited your group to his childhood home to have dinner and when you'd seen his interactions with his parents, you were a puddle. He was the sweetest guy you'd ever met, but you were convinced you couldn't have him. And he thought the same things about you, sadly enough.

Unknowingly to you, Mark had fallen in complete love with you the same exact day. When he watched you help his mom out with dinner then again afterwards with dishes his heart pounded. Ethan was teasing him all night. Ethan had done everything but tell you guys that you liked the other to try to get you together, sending you two out on drives to get something for a party, making you two a team during every game on the PlayStation, encouraging you guys to enroll in the same classes for junior year, and more.

You hadn't seen Mark all summer after the trip in late June, you'd texted a lot though. He'd even called you a couple of times, which always made you scared because no one had ever just called you to talk to you like he did.

No matter how much Ethan pressured you to tell Mark how you felt, you were always too scared. You'd only ever had two boyfriends before, and they were not good guys, so you didn't really know what it felt like when a guy really loved you.

It was two weeks into the school year and you still hadn't seen Ethan or Mark yet. You were lying in your bed with your eyes closed after class when your phone rang, you jumped, grabbing your phone, seeing 'Mark Estapa🤍" at the top of your screen. You tensed for a second, sliding your finger across your screen to answer and hitting the speaker button.

"Hello?"

Mark smiled when he heard your voice, blush dusting the tips of his ears.

"Hey! What's up? Do you have plans for tonight?"

"No, should I? Is there an Alpha Phi party Ethe didn't tell me about?"

You sat up in your bed, rubbing your eyes and flattening your hair.

"No, no party. I wanted to ask if you maybe want to go get dinner or something, maybe we could go walk around target or something."

You blushed at his proposal, you knew it was just a hangout, but dinner with Mark was like, all you ever wanted. You accepted gently, not trying to sound desperate to see him.

"Okay, great. Can I come pick you up in like 20?"

You accepted again, quickly saying goodbye and texting Mark your new address so you could get ready. You'd just moved off campus and into an apartment for your junior year. It was 50° and felt like 45° in Ann Arbor, perfect fall weather, so you made sure to wear warm clothes.

You slipped on your Ugg slippers right when Mark knocked on your door. You opened the door with a big smile, Mark's face adorned by his usual grin.

"Hi Mark, oh my gosh I haven't seen you in forever!"

You were gonna use that as your excuse to hug him. He greeted you sweetly, squeezing you tightly. When you both pulled away from each other you admired his face, his rosy cheeks from the cold weather, how comfy and warm he looked in his big Wolverine Hockey sweatshirt, everything.

You guys exited your apartment building silently, when you got to Mark's car he went up ahead of you and opened the door for you. You looked up at him and smiled sweetly.

"My hero."

He nodded and laughed, making sure you were securely in the car before closing your door, running around the front of the car to get in. You turned on your seat warmer while he buckled up, he looked over at you and smiled again, and you raised your eyebrows at him, silently asking him 'what??' he just laughed and shook his head.

You plugged your phone into the car so you could play music, Mark didn't fight you over it, he never did. He loved watching you lip-sync to the music you loved, even though you didn't think he saw you. He smiled as he glanced over to you while stopped at a red light, the red illuminating your face as you sang silently along with Bad Habit by Steve Lacy. He thought the song choice was funny because he literally did wish you knew he wanted you.

This was the you that he loved, the girl who wasn't constantly stressed over people who didn't deserve even half a second of her attention. He snapped out of his trance on you when the light on your face turned green. He drove to your guys' favorite place to eat fast.

You were quickly texting your mom back when you pulled up to the restaurant. Mark hopped out of the car with haste and got around the car before you could get your seatbelt off, opening your door for you, holding out a hand so you could balance.

Your cheeks warmed as you accepted his hand, letting him help pull you out of his warm car, and into the cold of Ann Arbor. You both ran across the parking lot to get away from the cold, Mark running around you once you'd crossed the street so he could open the door for you. He was the sweetest guy you'd ever met. You guys greeted the staff that knew you two well as the "friends" that come in every week together.

Your favorite waitress brought you to your usual booth, taking your drink orders then taking off. Said waitress was the same woman that always would tell you and Mark that you guys were perfect for each other when one of you was in the bathroom and the other was left at the table. You and Mark had both sat on the same side of the booth always, you guys just liked it better that way, and it was always both of yours' side when you came with other people.

Taylor Swift was playing lowly through the restaurant while you guys pretended to look through the menus, acting like you didn't get the same thing every time.

After you guys ordered, you started talking about summer, and what you guys had done since June 27th, when you'd seen each other last. You told Mark how you spent July with your family and then August with your friends in Miami.

i want you to know, i'm a mirrorball. i'll can change everything, about me to fit in.

"-but you know partying is never that fun with that group of girls because I always am the DD and they all always get absolutely blackout plastered and none of them are good drunks and it just-"

"You know I hate when you do that?"

You halted, staring at him with furrowed eyebrows. You were shocked, did you make Mark upset? You didn't think you'd said anything bad. You couldn't even get a 'what?' in before Mark started again.

"When you let those girls walk all over you. You don't deserve to go out with them just to take care of them while they do whatever they want all night. It just makes me like sad to see you literally hate every time you go out with them. You don't always have to take care of everyone. You can let people do things for you, and let people do things for themselves, okay? You can do something for yourself for once."

you are not like the regulars. the masquerade revelers. drunk as they watch my shattered edges glisten.

You were stunned. You'd never had anyone care about you like that before, you'd always felt like you had to let everyone depend on you since you were so little. You'd never had a Mark before. Someone who'd let you be you, someone who wouldn't let you go out of your way and hurt yourself to make sure other people are happy.

You didn't know what to say, you hugged him, though. You hugged him tighter than you ever had. And he held you so gently as if you would break. You didn't even know you were tearing up until your vision clouded over.

"Thank you, Mark. I just- I've been taking care of everyone around me since I can even remember. My little brothers and sister were always my responsibility when I was little and it just stuck and now I feel bad if I don't do anything I can to make the people I love happy. But thank you, um wow yeah thank you, Mark."

You both pulled away, he nodded with a straight face. You quickly wiped under your eyes and turned back to the table, you didn't know what to do now.

"Sorry if I just like, made that awkward, but I just really care about you and I don't like when you're with those girls 'cause they don't make you happy."

I love you. I love you. I love you.

That's what Mark wishes he could say.

hush, when no one is around my dear. you'll find me on my tallest tiptoes, spinnin' in my, highest heels, love. shinin' just for you.

"You didn't, it's not awkward Mark."

You giggled and shook your head at him, asking him how his summer went in turn. He went on about all his plans and it just mesmerized you. The way he talked was everything to you, how excited he got over little things, how enthusiastic he was about almost everything. You loved how bright he was while also being able to understand you and be serious.

You guys got your food and ate while talking about more random things. Mark got up and went to the bathroom right after you both finished, while you sat and waited on him and the check. Mark walked back from the bathroom minutes later and when he got to the booth he held out his hand to help you out of it.

"Mark the check didn't come yet. We can't leave."

He smile got bigger, you could already tell what he was about to say.

"Well I just paid so I think we're fine."

You rolled your eyes at him, lightly pushing him after you accepted his help out of the booth, telling him you’re paying him back somehow. When you got into the car you checked the time, 8:13 p.m. Target closed at 10, so you decided to drive over to it and check it out.

hush, i know they said the end is near. but i'm still on my tallest tiptoes, spinnin' in my highest heels, love. shinin' just for you.

You played more music in the car, and at every red light Mark would watch you sing along silently, and whenever you were driving, you'd glance over at Mark, admiring the slope of his nose and his sharp jawline. He was beautiful, to say the least, but staring at him while Ceyando by Frank Ocean played in the background was breathtaking.

You guys stopped at a red light, and then Mark's eyes met yours. You quickly looked away, staring straight ahead at the road in front of you guys. If the red light wasn't shining down on you guys, Mark would've seen the way you blushed. You were everything to him, everything.

and they called off the circus, burned the disco down. when they sent home the horses, and the rodeo clowns. i'm still on that tightrope. i'm still trying everything, to get you laughin' at me.

When you got to Target, Mark opened your door like always. You guys rush inside to fight the cold weather, giggling like little kids. Before you guys start looking around, Mark goes to the bathroom, claiming how he didn't actually get to go at the restaurant.

While he was away, you ordered Starbucks for the two of you, happy that you were partially repaying him for dinner. You waited outside the bathrooms with two hot chocolates in your hand and a big smile on your face. Mark as always, argues with you when you hand him the drink. You ignore him and grab a cart.

You push the cart through the store, both of your cups taking space in the cupholders on the cart. You both throw in random things you need for your homes, from paper towels to shampoo to Gatorade. You gasp with excitement when you see the books and music section, your favorite part of the whole store. You abandon the cart with Mark, running over to the vinyl.

Now that you had your own apartment, you could finally bring your record player from home and have room with it.

"When was the last time you listened to something on vinyl?"

Mark teased you but admired you also as you scoured the shelves of vinyl, gasping at every Taylor Swift or Harry Styles album.

"Well actually Estapa, my new apartment has enough room for my record player now so I listened to one like two days ago!"

He nodded with an amused look, letting out an 'Oh yeah?' to which to nodded aggressively.

Mark saw the way your movements halted when your eyes landed on one vinyl that was at the very back of the stack. Mark recognized it to be a Taylor Swift album, because you had played it in his car before, but he wasn't exactly sure what it was called.

"Oh my god. This is the Folklore Deluxe album, the red pressing. This is so weird, I left this at home for my little sister to have before school started. I haven't seen this album in Target in like over a year."

Mark nodded along with your words, a big smile on his face as he watched how excited you were.

"Oh my gosh I need to play this for you. Okay, on the way home we're listening to the whole thing okay?"

"Yeah, alright, we'll listen to it."

You squealed, giggling as you slid the vinyl into the cart. Mark pushed the cart behind you as you looked through the books, grabbing two that had been on your 'tbr' list for a while.

Mark let his thoughts wander into delusion as he pushed the cart behind you. He thought about grocery shopping with you like you were married. He shocked himself with that thought, quickly shaking it from his head. He hadn't even told you he liked you yet.

You two went to the self-checkouts, splitting your items up and paying. Mark pushed the cart behind you as you exited Target, while you jogged to the car, the cold air seeping into your jacket. You jumped up and down slightly as Mark took as long as possible to get to the car.

You guys quickly loaded the bags into his trunk, and you insisted on pushing the cart back to the cart corral. When you walked back to the car, a crazy thought appeared in your mind. You thought about being married to Mark and loading your shared groceries into your shared car. Lord, you hadn't even told him you liked him yet.

You got back to the car to see your door open and waiting for you. When you got in, the heater in your seat and pushing through the vents enveloped you. Mark smiled, holding up the aux cord for you. You grinned back, snatching it from him and pulling up Spotify, clicking on folklore (deluxe version).

"Okay so, the album starts with 'the 1', and it's about like thinking about your ex that you thought was your soulmate and wishing they were just a little different so that it could've worked out."

"Oh okay, I think you've played this one before."

You nodded as the song faded in, letting him listen to the song. Mark especially loved when you played Taylor Swift, because you always lip sync the "hardest" to her. 'my tears ricochet' faded out when you pulled up to your apartment.

"Oh my gosh, Mark you have to come in and let me play the rest for you. Please? You're gonna love it I promise. Oh, and we can make those cookies we picked out!"

Mark didn't even have to think for two seconds before agreeing, not that he could ever say no to you. The idea of spending the rest of the night with you sounded like heaven. You had Mark park in a visitor spot and you both got out of the car, grabbing your bags from the back. Mark insisted on carrying 4/5 of your bags, even when you argued with him. You led him up and into your apartment. You both took your shoes off by your door, dropping your bags on the kitchen counter.

and i'm still a believer, but i don't know why. i've never been a natural, all i do is try, try, try.

"Sorry it's a little disorganized, I'm still in the rearranging everything stage."

Mark walked in and immediately loved the vibe of your apartment. It was so warm and it smelled good and just was so you.

"I think it looks great, don't worry."

You blushed at that, feeling all giddy over a boy liking the way you had your apartment decorated. You started to put away your perishable groceries but then noticed Mark standing awkwardly on the other side of your kitchen.

"Oh sorry Mark, please make yourself at home!"

He smiled and nodded, walking around the counter over to you, asking if you needed any help with groceries. You asked him to preheat the oven, and he immediately agreed. You then heard a confused call of your name.

"Your oven is like a fuckin' spaceship. How do you work this?"

You laughed so loud, Mark loved it. You walked over from where you were putting the Halloween-themed cookie dough on a baking sheet and stood between Mark and your oven. You preheat the oven successfully before turning around to make a snarky comment but then realized your proximity. Both of your faces warmed before Mark backed away, rubbing the back of his neck with a smile.

It was a little awkward for a beat before you remembered what you invited him in for.

"Oh my gosh, come over here, look at my record player area! It's my favorite place I have decorated so far."

You grabbed your new vinyl off the counter, sliding on your socks over to where you had your record player set up in your living room. You carefully took the wrap off of your new record, grabbing the first vinyl out and gently placing it on your player. You moved the needle to where track 6 started and turned it on, letting the needle drop onto the vinyl.

"This one is my favorite on folklore, it's about like being a people pleaser but also having someone who you don't have to be like that for."

You avoided looking right at Mark when you said it because you realized that's exactly how you felt about him. He was one of the only people that you didn't have to perform for, the one person who preferred when you didn't. What you didn't know was that Mark was smiling so big when you said what the song was about, thinking of you and himself.

You turned up the volume, walking back over to your kitchen to slide the cookies into the oven when the oven beeped, signaling it was finished preheating. You turned and saw Mark standing at your counter, staring right back at you.

"Hmm, oh! You've never been here before, let me give you the tour."

You turned up the record player once again, so you could hear it throughout your space, and led Mark over to the hallway that led to everything else in your apartment.

"So obviously my kitchen and living room, there's a coat closet, but it's pretty much empty still so whatever."

You showed him the bathroom, another closet, laundry room, and then finally you got to your bedroom.

"Okay this is my bedroom, I'm actually like just finishing up with my decorating in here, sorry if it's a little messy."

Mark thought your room looked spotless and beautiful. Everything just screamed you so he loved it. Your salt lamp dimly illuminated your room from your nightstand, the song dancing through the air of your room. Mark looked all around your room before stopping when he saw your photo wall.

There were dozens of photos, Polaroids and printed pictures, photo booth strips, and other mementos from various occasions taped on the wall.

When you saw Mark halted at your wall, you hoped he didn't realize how much of him there was on it. Every picture of you and Mark in existence was printed out and taped to your wall. The ticket stub from when he took you to The Little Mermaid in May. A cut-out drawing he doodled on your page during class once, he was surprisingly good at drawing hockey jerseys.

Mark noticed how often he came up on your wall, then there was one photo that made his eyes widen a little and his heart jump. It was a Polaroid of you and him at a party last year, your arm around his neck as you both smiled widely. That wasn't even the best part to him, the best part was that on the margin underneath the picture, there was just the date, a dash, and then a heart drawn.

He looked over at you and there was a different look in both of your guys' eyes. Some kind of understanding, but still a little bit of fear that your feelings were unrequited. You walked over to Mark, pointing at the photo he had been staring at.

"That's my favorite picture like, ever. That's why it's in the very middle of all of them."

Mark just stared at you, as you stared at the picture. He was so in love with you, it would probably physically hurt him if he held back telling you any longer.

"I think I'm in love with you."

Your eyes widened, head snapping in his direction. You blushed so deep red, that it even spread to your ears. You were stunned, you literally couldn't move your mouth, Mark had just told you exactly what you think every time you look at him. He was in love with you? You would jump up and down in victory, but your downstairs neighbors might not like that. Mark didn't take your silence well, bringing his hand up to rub the back of his neck as he blushed madly.

"Well no I know I am but like it's cool-"

You kissed him, you kissed him. You kissed Mark Estapa after he told you he was in love with you. What fucking universe is this? You kissed him as the bridge of seven played through your home. Your hands framed his face as his hands instinctively held your hips. Butterflies were all either of you felt, whole body tingling and excitement as you kissed each other.

When you pulled away, you were both out of breath, you stared at Mark, so incredibly flustered. Mark took in your rattled appearance and his confidence skyrocketed. He had just got the girl, he was on top of the world.

"So, does that mean like, you like me back or?"

You pushed at his chest, covering your warm face with your hands, hiding your embarrassment and big smile.

"Shut your mouth, but yes."

Mark grinned even wider than he already was, wrapping you up in a hug as august started playing. You both stood there for a minute, taking the moment in. You stood until the timer on the oven went off, indicating your cookies had finished. You pulled out of the hug, taking both of Mark's hands and leading him back to your kitchen, not before he could let out a funny comment.

"I really like this album by the way."

You let out an 'oh yeah?', giggling at his stupidity. You couldn't believe you'd finally gotten him. He was yours, and you could definitely tell that he was the 1.

because i'm a mirrorball. i'm a mirrorball, and i'll show you every version of yourself tonight.

#hugshughes folklore celebration #mark estapa #mirrorball #folklore #taylor swift #mark estapa x reader #ethan edwards x reader #dylan duke x reader #luke hughes x reader #hockey #nhl #nhl fanfiction #nhl blurb #umich blurbs #umich wolverines #umich hockey #umich fic #umich x reader #umich #umich imagine #umich lb #umich boys #folklore taylor swift #evermore #mirrorball taylor swift #spotify

[mochalate]

[masterlist] mirrorball ; atsumu miya

[atsumu miya/actress!reader]

From an adorable child actor, to a popular teen idol, to an actress with a respectable (and surprising) amount of range; most people would say you've had the perfect life. No scandals, no unsavory paparazzi pictures, not even any questionable haircuts. The perfect girl.

When you start dating Atsumu Miya, everyone thought it would be more of that perfection— that is to say, pretty photographs of some glamorous dates, some cute soundbites. And then you would both move on to other pretty people; just like always.

Against everyone's expectations, including your own, something beautiful and real seems to blossom between you two.

But after a lifetime being several someones, you're not even sure there's a you to speak of anymore. How long until the illusion shatters? What's behind the mirror?

tags/warnings: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, celebrity reader, celebrity culture, drug abuse, mentions of suicide one shot: One and a Half at Onigiri Miya (fic has/will have small tweaks to characterisation for both atsumu and reader)

Chapters

Prologue - no other shade of blue, but you

Part 1: shimmering, beautiful

Part 2: all this time (so many signs)

Part 3: champagne problems

Part 4: don't read the last page

Epilogue - meet me in the afterglow

[teaser]

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[on indefinite hiatus since I'm having trouble getting this right.]

#miya atsumu x reader #atsumu miya x reader #im researching a little for this one #will be a while before i post anything<3 #atsumu x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #masterlist haikyuu #masterlist my fic #haikyuu mirrorball

[poetatorturadaa]

Have my back, everyday, fels like home.

jason todd x fem!reader, light angst?, hopeful ending. soeees, I had this saved in notes for a long time, it doesn't have an exact beginning and nor an end, but I wanted to share it. English is not my first language, so let me know If I missed something, I hope you like it. <3

Jason looks at her and his eyes soften with something else, something like tenderness as he watches her take the strawberry from the bowl and chew on it. It's strange for him to think that she was ever interested in romance. It's not that he thinks romance doesn't suit her—he's seen her living with his siblings, she's a sweet, warm presence who can bring out the best in anyone. Hell, even Damian's. But she always plays the role of friend, of platonic confidant. No one seems to be able to see past her pretty face and realize how alone she feels.

Jason is not a poet, nor does his training as a vigilante offer many insights into romance. But he can see that there is something in her that craves attention, to feel loved. It's not Jason's place to fill that void, or at least, he's not supposed to. He then looks away and continues cleaning his motorcycle.

A weight floats in the air. Y/n doesn't recognize it, but the silence becomes too pronounced. It's almost as if even the cartoon on her phone knows there shouldn't be such an absence of words.

Jason's gaze moves back to Y/n's face, who remains focused on the screen. It's like it's easier to pretend that a cartoon is more interesting than whatever else is happening in the room. There's a strange electric hum in the air and her skin tingles when his gaze meets hers. There are so many different possible futures, each of them tugging at her heart in a thousand different ways.

He couldn't say anything, let the energy dissipate and pretend it never happened. He might give in and confess a secret that could turn everything upside down. He could engage in a monologue about the state of his soul.

Instead, he speaks plainly, as if none of these things were possible or even worth mentioning. "Do you want another strawberry?"

Y/n looks at Jason and feels a strange kind of kinship with the silence that hangs between them, even if he's doing her job, making the sound of metal scraping against stone. Still, she can't let herself get comfortable with the silence between her and Jason, and her thumb flicks across her phone to change the cartoon episode she'd just finished. "Yes, of course," she begins, looking at Jason, "So...what were you saying about Dick?"

"Dick seems to think you're keeping me balanced," he says quietly, taking a couple of seconds to extend the now half-full bowl of strawberries toward Y/n. There's a subtle change in her tone, a slight drop in sharpness. It's subtle, but is there anyway. "He thinks you... tame me or something." He lets out a soft, almost imperceptible laugh, though that's completely accurate to her relationship with Dick.

In Jason's eyes, Y/n could only be described as the sunsets that seem to be longer in summer, a cup of coffee with the perfect amount of sugar on a winter night, and the sweet, pungent aroma before the rain. She is able to bring a strange feeling of calm to anyone who crosses her path. And as a close friend of the Bat-family, she is one of the few entities capable of talking reason to them. Y/n has the unique gift of being able to keep all of their tempers in check.

She lets out a small giggle at Jason's words, amused by the way Dick perceives her, oblivious to the fact that Jason actually thinks of her the same way too. "He must know something to think that." She scoffs, her voice as reserved as ever as she turns off her phone and puts it in her back pocket, turning around and placing her chin on the back of the couch to now look at Jason as her hand goes to grab another strawberry from the bowl he's holding. He extended it to her.

"He has this idea that you... calm me down" Jason continues, looking at her now. His expression has softened. "He has told me more than once that as long as you are in the game, I will be fine. That you will keep me in line and make me less destructive."

He pauses, turning his gaze to the metal of the motorcycle, which is now in perfect condition to be used again. "It's actually a little insulting," he says, his voice thick with sarcasm. Y/n brings out the best in everyone, but it seems like no one believes she might be the one who needs to let her guard down.

Y/n discovers that she admires Jason more than she should. Maybe just a second longer, but Y/n is detail oriented. And that extra second was incredibly countable. The vigilante, and his gray-green eyes, tired and constantly expressive, in which she felt that if he looked for a second too long she would get lost again. Distracting hands. His expression was so different and complicated to put into words.

"I think we all need someone to take care of us." She responded softly, expressing between the lines her inner desire to have someone to take care of her too.

Jason's expression changes again. It is something so subtle that it cannot be pinpointed. But the weight is still there. And it's almost as if an entire novel has been written since his last words.

He looks up again and again his expression is hard to read. "I doubt anyone has ever taken care of you." His tone is soft, almost calm. It may seem like a shot to the heart, and maybe it is. But he says it sincerely, he knows that even though he and the rest of his siblings, even Bruce, or many other superheroes, are always there, she doesn't have a person to take care of her like she wants to be taken care of. And she deserves more than that.

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x fem!reader #dc comics #red hood #red hood x reader #jason todd fic #it's nice to have a friend #you're find me in my tallest tiptoes #jason todd oneshot #reader mirrorball #dick grayson #batfam #batfamily #light angst #angst #hopeful ending

[cptnleviackerman]

all eyes on him — eren jaeger

˗ˏ✎ synopsis: - you spend time watching eren, getting to know him and his friends, until one night you don't spot him at a party, and you come to realise that he's noticed you noticing him

˗ˏcontent - gn reader, college au, alcohol mention, slight peer pressure to drink but not really, reader is at a party, eren loves attention ˗ˏwords - 1k

˗ˏnotes - i truly don't know where this came from..it started as a small thought and i got a tad carried away with the idea + practically wrote this all in one sitting, it's not proofread, enjoy<3

you meet eren through mikasa, and from the moment she introduces you to him you can't help but think "how can someone like mikasa be friends with a guy like eren?" he comes off as outrageously self centred and cocky, and you've heard whispers about him from almost every corner of campus. he's loud, obnoxiously so, and it seems like it's practically impossible for him to attend all his lectures unless prompted by some outside force (namely mikasa or armin, or the occasional threat of expulsion). 

he reminds you—odd though it may seem—of tinkerbell. it's almost like clockwork, the way that at every party he attends he always finds some excuse to have everyone's eyes on him. you don't notice it at first, too caught up in the whirlwind of socialising with new people—shots keep getting past to you, tall guys (one with a buzzcut and another with what appears to be a pinkish mullet, although it's hard to tell in the dim lighting) who claim to be friends with mikasa crowding around you, laughing and joking with you like you've known them for years, a dark haired girl fussing around you, and loudly asking if you'd want to get food after this. but as you assimilate to your surroundings, getting more and more comfortable with this group of people you've found yourself in—you soon learn that the tall guys' names are connie and jean, respectively—you begin to watch eren, in those brief moments before he's called everyone's attention, and it's hard to put your finger on what look he has written on his face, but it makes you feel as though you're watching something that wasn't meant to be seen. like seeing an actor talking with a co-star just off stage, hidden almost fully behind the curtain, and watching their face transform when they set foot on stage. it's as if eren's mask slips down, just long enough for you to get a look at the face underneath, before he's pulling it back on and yelling at the crowd—daring himself to down what's left in his vodka bottle and perform as many front flips in the garden as he can before he throws up.

it's not long before eren notices you watching him. one night at a party—hosted by some guy named reiner—you realise, as jean presses a glass of water into your hand, that eren was nowhere to be found. your eyes scan the tightly packed kitchen, looking for that mop of dark hair, but find nothing. you excuse yourself and manage to squeeze into the living room, although it is considerably less cramped, there is still no sign of eren. your eyebrows furrow, and you're about to turn back to where you came from, when a cool hand grabs your wrist and pulls you towards a door you hadn't even noticed. it leads into a surprisingly spacious bathroom, and as your eyes scan the room you realise with a start that the bathroom door has just been closed—leaving you with an odd ringing in your ears. the silence is almost deafening, and you notice dimly that the door has been locked as well, a small ‘click’ echoing in your ears. you turn towards your wrist, and your eyes land on the hand that rests there. it's still gripping you, and you find that you aren't surprised by the voice that brings you out of your daze.

“I've noticed you watching me, you know.” eren says.

your cheeks heat, and you feel that all too familiar eruption of butterflies in your stomach. worry clouds your mind, the possibility that you've ruined your newly made friendships has you gnawing at your cheeks. you're about to speak, to defend yourself in some way, explain your actions, when erens voice interrupts your thoughts again.

“i like it.” 

your eyes snap up to his. temporarily forgetting your anxieties, your hands fly upwards, coming to rest at the back of eren’s head. your fingers thread through his hair and without warning his lips are on yours. your eyes widen, erens hands are now gripping your waist, his tongue runs across your lower lip, and you feel him bite it gently. but before you have a chance for your brain to catch up with his actions, eren pushes himself away from you, as if your touch burns him.  

you tilt your head questioningly, your hands dropping limply to your sides. he's now stood as far from you as he can, his knees hitting the edge of the bath as he staggers backwards. there's something about his stance that makes you want to reach out, and although you can't see his eyes, you're almost sure that the glimmer of want you glimpsed a few seconds ago is still there.

“ere—” you start. the sound of your voice seems to stir eren from his thoughts, and just as fast as he vanished from your arms, he suddenly reappears in front of you.

his mouth opens and closes multiple times, the words seem to disappear from his tongue each time he goes to speak. you wonder what storm is brewing inside his head, and you want nothing more than to let him spill it onto you, as though you are the land that was made to handle such a heavy downpour.

when he says nothing, you move to thread your hands behind his head once again. he lets you, and slowly he brings his forehead down to yours. you stand still, unsure of what to do—unsure more so of the confusing sequence of actions that led you to this moment. 

the two of you stand this way—foreheads together, your arms around eren's neck and his hands gripping your waist tightly—for what seems like hours. a sharp knock on the door breaks you apart, eren tears himself from your grasp, and you can do nothing but watch silently as he unlocks the door and disappears from your view without so much as a word. your cheeks flush as someone drunkenly stumbles into the bathroom—the source of the knock, you assume—a knowing look in their eyes as you flee from the bathroom, your mind swirling with questions and your heart fluttering wildly.

#eren is giving mirrorball in this and i kind of love it i cant lie #this eren... i am so enamored with u #i want to dissect him #want to eat him #GOD #this was so much fun to write #and i want to write more of thisss #eren jaeger x reader #eren yeager x reader #eren jaeger x you #eren yeager x you #eren jaeger fic #eren yeager fic #sage.fics

[chrlvctius]

Alright alright alright

I have an idea for a fic !! HSIDHSJJFJSJDJSLORD

: This is a fic wherein the reader has always come in second to alexia. She despises ale more than everyone else, and she dislikes that she excels at everything. She despises her so much that she tries and tries. Her entire life had been burdened down by her family's expectations of her, so she just kept trying and trying to prove herself to them. However, when Alexia notices it, thinks about it, confronts her, and asks her why she hates her, the reader exploded/bursts out because she's been holding it all within for so long.

HELPPP IDK IDK IDK TELL ME IF IT'S ALRIGHT AHWJFBJDDJSBSJHAJSBA this is really giving this is me trying, mirrorball, and you're on your own, kid vibes fr

i might start this on wednesday or TOMORROWWW when I get home from school 😁😁👊🏻👊🏻 or maybe I can just type ideas down tonight so that I'm all clear for tomorrow

‼️‼️: angst and maybe fluff at the end ??

#my fic #fic rec #new fic #but really #barca peeps #barca baes #barca femeni #fc barca #fc barcelona #alexia putellas segura #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas #alexia putellas omg man #ale>> #this is so mirrorball coded #folklore coded #woso #woso community #spn wnt #angst with a happy ending #?? #angst because i love crying fr #fluff #👊🏻👊🏻👊🏻 #chrlvctius #i have high hopes for this one fr #amen #i feel like ale is the type of person who gives warm hugs

[hoesaria]

IV. Exposed?!

You put your phone down and start packing as quickly as humanly possible.

“Why are you in such a rush? They'll be seats empty even if we arrive late to the cafe” Alhaitham sighs next to you. You wanted to smack the apathetic expression he had on his face off.

Containing yourself you reply, “Well, it wouldn't hurt to start early and end our session early. Now pack your bag quickly before I go ahead without you”

Just as you were about to drag Alhaitham out of class you heard a sly voice call out to you.

“I was hoping to catch you before you left class my dear [Name]"

You turn to look at your literary professor Yae Miko, who also happened to me Scaramouche's step mother.

"Miss Yae, its good to see you haha" You awkwardly say, "Did you want to talk about something?"

The pink haired woman eyes you and Alhaitham who still had the same apathetic expression on his face. If you hadn't blinked, you would have seen a little smirk on her face that had vanished as soon as it came.

"I'm sure you know Kunikuzushi, and you never gave me a proper answer about dating him. So what do you say?" She said, a smile on her face that anyone would have described as gentle, but you thought it was the stuff of nightmares.

Panic stricken you blurted out the first excuse that came up in your mind, "I already have a boyfriend! Actually right after I posted that he came up to me and asked me out haha"

"Oh?" replied, her eyebrows raised but a smile still playing on her lips. "Who is it?"

You racked your brain for anyone that would be the perfect example and remembered the man besides you, he could help you out for a few seconds right?

"Its Alhaitham!" You said as you dragged him in the front, intertwining both your hands together. You silently side eyed him with a pleading look. Sighing, he let go of your hand and you felt your heart drop, yeah you were about to lose your professors trust and your extra credit for the next 2 years, but then he wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

"I didn't want it to be public lest it creates trouble for my dear Y/N" Alhaitham said. You thanked all the archons above, you would drop to your feet and pray but there was still an audience in the class.

"Oh that's wonderful! I'm sure your aunt will be thrilled to know" Professor Yae exclaimed and you felt Alhaitham stiffen up at the mention of his Aunt. Did you just create family troubles for him? "Well I'll leave you two love birds alone then, I can see you were planning on going somewhere together haha, have fun~"

After you leave the class and are far away from prying ears you drop to the nearest campus bench you can find.

"Did I perform well?" Alhaitham said, dropping down next to you. Both of you hadn't said a word after leaving the class.

"I'm really sorry about that, I'll make it up to you, I swear!" You explained. "But what was that about your Aunt? Are you going to get into trouble for dating?"

Alhaitham chuckled, "No it's nothing like that. My Aunt is just very interested in my personal life, she'll be adamant on meeting you if it gets out, which it probably will because her and the professor are friends."

"How do you feel about fake dating? I can meet your aunt and get her off your back for a while, and you can help till this thing with Miss yae blows over" you say out loud.

"Hmm, sounds like a deal I suppose"

╰┈➤ ❝[A/N] ~ Scara doesn't seem to be on the bandwagon oops- ~ Alhaithams aunt, i wonder who it is hehe ~Do you guys think I should open up asks for like headcannons and stuff? i like writing a lot but idk

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[stellasolaris]

His laugh fills her like sunlight, easing a tension that has been growing in the cracks of her heart for the past couple of weeks. She allows herself to have this one little moment where she can pretend everything is back to normal.

WORDS: 4K+ | RATING: T | READ: AO3

Pairing: Brandon/Stella

Genres: Angst | Romance | Friendship

Status: In-progress

CH 1 | CH 2

#winx club #winx #winx stella #winx brandon #brella #brandon x stella #brella fanfic #winx fanfic #liv writes #mywriting #fic: mirrorball

[its-been-you-all-along]

oh I am in the rwrb fanfic trenches FOR REAL

This one by @myheartalivewrites is fuckin INSANE! I’m obsessed!

Get to know!!!!

Me waiting for Saturdays update

#rwrb fic #red white and royal blue #first prince #Alex x Henry #you fuckers are so talented it’s offensive #the CHARACTERISATION #Henry’s archer personality #Alex’s mirrorball #I’m obsessed w it

[lordystrange]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Will Byers/Mike Wheeler Characters: Will Byers, Mike Wheeler Additional Tags: First Kiss, Gay Will Byers, Unlabeled Mike Wheeler, Title from a Taylor Swift Song, Post-Season/Series 05, Season/Series 05, byler, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, no beta reader we die like barb, Fluff and Angst Summary:

Would you like to read a Byler fic that has it all? Will staying with the Wheelers, them sharing a bed, a rain fight, love confessions, Byler calling each other Michael and William, both Will and Mike surviving and defeating Vecna, both the original painting and a swingset drawing, and a very soft, sweet and tender first kiss?

Well, read this one.

#byler #byler fanfic #byler tumblr #byler fanfiction #my first fanfic #byler first kiss #byler fic rec #byler swifties #byler ao3 #i'm no oceanfruit or andiwriteordie but im hella proud of this #inspired after taylor swift song #mirrorball vibes

[hippolotamus]

Sentence Sunday 🪩

Tagged by @daffi-990 @tizniz @theotherbuckley @diazsdimples @disasterbuckdiaz @monsterrae1 @indestructibleheart for some combination of Inspiration Saturday/Seven Sentence Sunday (tagging you back for SSS if you haven't already) Be sure to check out their moodboards and snippets. I am excited for all of your works! 😘

I wanted to put together a moodboard for the mirrorball fic, but it's not quite there yet. So, sans moodboard, have this bit of Buck talking with Ali and Chim. Prev snippet here.

“Looks like Romeo’s back,” Ali sing songs in Buck’s ear as she passes his station on the way to her own.   “Oh, yeah?” He aims for nonchalant but knows he’s failed miserably by the smirk on her face.  Ali sits in front of her mirror, picks up a wide-tooth comb, and runs it through her short, espresso strands. The color is a recent switch from her previous summery blond and he’ll admit it suits her. “God, Buck, I swear if you had a tail it would be wagging so hard right now.” To be fair, he’s been more than a little mopey for the last two weeks since his stranger high-tailed it out of the club and didn’t come back. It left Buck in a strange mood. He’s been out of sorts, like a teetering Jenga tower. One seemingly insignificant piece displaced and he’s scrambling for balance again.  “Just to make sure,” Buck tries again to sound unaffected, though he’s not sure why. He already feels the eager, needy tone clinging to his words. “You’re not, uh, fucking with me… right? He’s really there?” She angles her body towards him, all traces of teasing replaced by an almost sisterly affection. “I know how much this has been eating you up. I promise he’s there, Buck.” 

...

Buck sticks to the hallways, circumventing the main club as he makes his way to the booth. Chim’s eyes widen as he takes in Buck swiftly approaching. “Buck,” he hisses. “What the hell are you doing here? You’re on in less than ten.” “I need to switch my music for tonight.” Buck ignores the face journey he knows Chim is currently going through. He’s seen it plenty of times, mostly because of his – as Chim calls it – ‘boneheaded piss poor planning’. It's not exactly wrong. “I swear to god, Buckley. One of these days-” “I’m gonna give you a heart attack,” Buck finishes for him. “You’re gonna do it though.” It’s not a question. Chim has never once failed him, no matter how much he obviously wanted to.  Chim scrubs a hand down his face, breathing out a world weary sigh. “Tell me what to queue up before I change my mind.”

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#ali felt like a good friend for buck to have in this universe #and chim is precisely as exasperated by buck's shenanigans as you'd expect #bless that poor man #also #if chim's *there*... where's hen??? #hold that thought #buddie wip #mirrorball fic #hippo writes #seven sentence sunday #except not really #fic: watch my shattered edges glisten

[sprnklersplashes]

yes time won't fly is veronicas story of healing and shit but the martha centric chapters are gonna rock yall to heaven and back

#heathers the musical #fic: time won't fly #martha dunnstock #nbr 🤝 twf #martha appreciation fics disguised as veronica centric #yk... if and when i update #this was prompted by me listening to mirrorball btw

[mkaugust]

Mirrorball

My entry for @cruelsummer-ficfest is of course Moonchaser. Based on the song Mirrorball and featuring probably far too many of the song’s lyrics.

It took James months to notice, but once he did, he couldn’t stop seeing it.  

Remus was like a mirror.  He reflected back emotions, tone, body language, even the personalities of everyone around him.  He was doing anything to be involved, to be engaging, to hide his pain.  If you were laughing, he was laughing.  If you were quiet, well that one was probably more natural for Remus.  Once he was in the room with you though, he would match your energy until he couldn’t anymore.

He would be dancing with the rest of the party until it knocked him off his feet, forcing him to disappear as he shattered into a million pieces, no longer able to reflect the appearances of everyone around him.  The shattering happened in silence, in privacy, in locked bathrooms and dark bedrooms.  Not even James was allowed to see the true extent of it.

Even James was merely trapped in the mirror, a hundred versions of himself reflected back whenever they were together.

Only the tiny cracks allowed James to see what was happening.  The smiles that were a little strained, the laughs that sounded a little too forced if you listened closely.  The glaring absence when Remus wasn’t able to hold the facade and would disappear altogether for days.

The cracks were getting larger lately.  

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Remus knew he couldn’t keep this up much longer, that the end was near.  He had been trying so hard for so long and he was tired.  Hiding things from everyone else was one thing, but hiding from James hurt. And he was in enough pain already without adding to it.

He knew the cracks were starting to show through.

The next time, Remus decided, he would let James in.  He would be brave and he would trust that James wouldn’t leave.  He would trust that James could witness him fall apart, see him shatter, and still be there the next day.  Maybe he wasn’t so much brave as he was desperate for it to be the truth, for it to be okay for him to have James there.

Inevitably, it happened.  Remus felt it coming and retreated to his house alone for the night, but in the morning, when James called to check in, he didn’t ignore it like he usually would.  Instead, he took a deep breath, and told James in as few words as possible how tired he was and how much he hurt and, most importantly, he asked James to come over and be with him.

And he did.  James arrived quickly, and he didn’t blink twice at the state Remus was in.  Remus knew the cracks had been getting bigger, and sure enough, James seemed to already know everything, like he had been seeing through his facade this whole time.

James held Remus while he cried and tried to explain more.  While Remus said through his tears, “All I do is try, try, try” and while he finally admitted “when I break, it’s in a million pieces.”  James held him through it all.

“You don’t have to try anymore for me,” James told him when Remus’ sobs and hurried words finally quieted.  “Even when no one else is around, I’ll be here.  When you’re feeling breakable or even when you’ve shattered, I’ll be here.  When you’re worried you’ll cut me, I’ll keep myself safe so you don’t have to think about it, and so I can be here.  When all I can do is try to make you laugh, get you to smile, that’s what I’ll do.  And when even that’s too much for you, I’ll hold you close and I’ll just be here.  I’m not going anywhere.  You can’t chase me away anymore, Remus.  I’m here to stay.  So you can stop trying all the time and you can just be.  I’ll be here.”

Remus didn’t have much strength left for the day, but he used what he had to hold James tight, to return his love with touch, not words.  And then he listened to James, and he stopped trying.  He fell asleep in James’ arms and woke up just the same.

__________________

Now that he had found the courage to drop the mirror, for James only but that was enough, Remus realized he could suddenly see James so much more clearly.  When he wasn’t looking for what to reflect, when he was looking only for looking’s sake, when he was looking simply because he loved him, Remus could finally see how brightly James was shining.

Now that Remus had dropped the mirror and let it shatter permanently, the pieces never being fully picked back up in front of James at least, James could see that Remus’ love had always shone through the cracks.  Now Remus’ love could only shine so much more brightly.  James intended to bask in it for as long as he could.

Remus, for the first time, found that his love was being reflected right back at him.  James could be his unbreakable mirrorball.

#cruel summer fic fest #taylor swift #harry potter #moonchaser #buck moon 2022 #hurt/comfort #overly lyrical writing #split pov #remus lupin #james potter #mirrorball

[heroinejinx]

i love how different the 2 fics i’m currently working on are lol one is this adorable lil polyamory story which touches on what it’s like to have autism & how three people might navigate falling in love with each other (and one of them is jinx being jinx), & the other is like, here are two women who are both incredibly fucked up in different, complex ways, let’s explore that whilst also making them fall in love & hate each other at the same exact time (and one of them is jinx being jinx)

#i love writing them both so much #they require levels of insight & intro/intraspection i don’t think i’ve ever reached in anything else i’ve written #like #i’ve written a lot of things in my time but i’ve poured my heart and soul into these fics like no other project #i think it’s the psychological elements that make them that much more personal #still so surreal that other people read & enjoy them 🥺😭 #i’m a mirrorball #flashbomb #advices and vices #caitjinx #fanfic

[nadja-antipaxos]

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but it's golden, like daylight (Steve Rogers/OFC) - EXPLICIT

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MOON KNIGHT

the eye of the moon (Moon Boys System x Layla x Desi!OFC)

Summary: Ash Rajul serves the goddess Sekhmet as her avatar working to keep the most vulnerable safe. 3 years ago, she had a falling out with Khonshu’s former avatar, Arthur Harrow, and seeks to keep the world safe from his vengeance. Marc Spector doesn’t trust her, Steven Grant is enamored with her, and Layla El-Faouly is her former lover who wants her help. They better figure it out because somebody’s gotta save the world.(Multi-chapter) [C] ❤️‍🔥 🩸 ❤️‍🩹 AO3 || TUMBLR

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STAR WARS

Gold Eyes (Din Djarin/OFC) - EXPLICIT

Summary: Din’s ongoing rivalry with his least favorite bounty hunter becomes something else once the kid enters the picture.(Oneshot) [C] ❤️‍🔥 AO3 || TUMBLR

STRIPES

Rebel Rebel (Russell Ziskey/OFC) - EXPLICIT

Summary: Before he enlists, Russell Ziskey has an amazing one-night stand and wakes up alone. To his surprise, 18 months later, she interviews him and John about their rescue and doesn't seem to remember him at all. (Oneshot) [C] ❤️‍🔥 AO3 || TUMBLR

SUCCESSION

Can’t Make You Happier Now (Kendall Roy/Desi!OFC) - EXPLICIT

Summary: Nearly twenty years ago, Kendall Roy made Nisha Asuri a promise to rule the world with her. The son of a media mogul and the sister of two tech wunderkinds. The most formidable power couple New York has ever seen. That was the deal. So, she did her part. Built her reputation as a ruthless corporate lawyer. Had his children. Stayed with him through the highest highs and lowest lows. She deserves to win not realizing that nothing goes as planned when your partner is Kendall Roy. (Multi-chapter) [C] ❤️‍🔥  ❤️‍🩹 AO3 || TUMBLR

TED LASSO

under the mistletoe  (Ted Lasso/OFC) - MATURE

Summary: Ted develops a crush on one of Rebecca's famous friends, so Rebecca invites her to a Christmas party. (Oneshot) [C] AO3 || TUMBLR

mirrorball  (Ted Lasso/Desi!OFC) - EXPLICIT

Summary: Ted develops a budding friendship with a single mom who happens to be a popular romance author, Priyala Kumari.  Her eldest barely knows who he is while her youngest is a Richmond super fan and the most aggressive player on Phoebe's team.  Priyala knows even less than he does about football, loves tea (chai), and has the sweetest laugh he's ever heard. She likes Ted just as much but wants to support him as his friend. Until they get matched on bantr. (Multi-chapter) [C] ❤️‍🔥 AO3 || TUMBLR

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[hoesaria]

V. Auntnoyance

╰┈➤ ❝[A/N] ~ Scara is so smart man idek ~ i ended up making both the dendro archons alhaithams aunts. ~IT SEEMED COOL WHEN I THOUGHT OF IT OK? ~anyways i hope u like this ily

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