#not that i leave constructive criticism on fanfics don't worry

[kvetchinglyneurotic]

my wildly impractical idea is that ao3 should have an annotate feature. leaving a comment at the end of the fic isn't enough. i want to read a fic and then give it back with my line by line reactions scribbled all over it

#writing #ao3 #“you can just quote the lines in the regular comment tho” yeah but i like my way better #marking these papers like you know what would be fun. the same activity but with fanfic #not that i leave constructive criticism on fanfics don't worry #kvetch oc

[angels-fantasy]

Sweet Confessions

Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader

Description : After a night out with friends, Bakugou decides to tell you something while you two are eating sweet pastries.

Details : 1.8k words, friends to lovers, cussing, reader and bakugou are over 21! readers looks are not specified in any way, but she is a woman. small mention of alcohol.

this is my first fanfic ever, so please be kind! constructive criticism is welcome :)

When Bakugou received a text message from Kirishima inviting him out to eat with the bunch of other idiots, he immediately declined. Though this was nothing new, and it was something his red-haired friend was already expecting. Which is why he had Mina execute plan b.

Raccoon Eyes

Yo Bakugou! Come out with us tonight. You're always locked away in your apartment. Let loose a little!

Bakugou glared at his phone and typed out a message.

Hell no.

UGH BAKUGOU!! You're literally no fun. I can't believe you'd miss out on the opportunity to see this cutie -.-

A few seconds later, a picture was sent. When Bakugou opened it, he saw that it was a picture of you. He brought his phone closer to his face and looked it over carefully. He noticed you were dressed for the occasion, like everyone else in the background, and you were smiling widely at the camera. Mina probably told you to pose.

He must've been looking at your photo for too long because another text from Mina came in.

You drooling or what lover boy? Hurry up and get here so you can make a move already. We all know you like her 🙄.

Bakugou felt his face flush. It was true, he did have a crush on you. And though he never verbally admitted it to anyone, they all saw right through him. Except you, of course.

He clicked his tongue and typed up a quick response before beginning to get ready.

Shut up. I'll be there in 30.

"Woo! We got him!" Mina cheered, leaning across the table to high-five Kirishima.

You looked between them suspiciously, "What are you guys plotting?"

The pink woman had the audacity to look nervous. "Nothing! Don't worry about it."

"Yeah, okay."

As Mina and Kirishima kept whispering to each other, you squirmed in your seat. You knew the other pro heroes at the table fairly well, but not enough to just strike up a conversation like you would with Mina.

"Hey pretty, what do you look so nervous for?"

You turned to the left and were faced with a yellow haired man.

"Oh, hi Kaminari. I'm not nervous, just hungry. They're taking a little long to bring out the food. Don't you think?" You lied.

Thankfully he was kind of an airhead. "Oh yeah I know right! I'm starving. I'm gonna go ask how much longer!" He said and got up out of his seat, leaving you alone again.

You sighed and took a sip of your drink. Since Mina and Kirishima were too busy talking to each other, and you didn't want to bother talking to anyone else you decided to scroll mindlessly on your phone.

Some time later, the empty seat next to you was pulled out and sat in by Bakugou himself.

Your ears got hot at the sight of him. It wasn't the first time you'd met him, you two were good friends after all. But you never got used to how handsome he was. It was like he got better looking everyday. You began to wonder what he looks like under that button up-

"Hey nightlight, what're you staring at huh?" He asked, snapping you out of your trance.

"Shut up! I told you to stop calling me that." You said with false annoyance.

"It ain't my fault your quirk makes you a nightlight." He smirked. You scrunched your nose to hide your laugh, but unknowingly failed since Bakugou still saw it.

His nickname for you was completely harmless, and came from your quirk which allowed you to produce light from your hands. It wasn't anything comparable to a pro hero's quirk, but it did have its uses.

"Kacchan you made it!" Midoriya exclaimed with his big smile.

Bakugou clicked his tongue, "Shut it nerd, or else I'll leave. Give me a menu, yeah?"

Midoriya laughed off his words and passed him a menu, used to his harsh way of speaking.

Dinner went on without any problems, and the food was delicious. Everyone around the table cracked jokes, brought up old memories, and some people had even began drinking alcohol, including you.

Your drink wasn't very strong, but the few you had was enough to have you a little tipsy. Thankfully, you took an uber to the restaurant, so you didn't have to worry about driving.

During dinner, you and Bakugou engaged in a conversation. Mostly about his hero work and the villains he had caught recently.

Once everyone finally finished their food and drinks, they had all begun to leave. Slowly leaving one by one, some in pairs as well.

While you grabbed your stuff, you got on your phone to call for an uber but got interrupted by Bakugou talking to you.

"How you gettin' home nightlight? You better not even think about driving after drinking." He warned.

You brushed him off, "I'm taking an uber, don't worry!"

He grunted in agreement and was silent for a moment before saying, "I'll give you a ride home. C'mon."

"No it's okay! I can just take the uber home. Besides, didn't you drink too?"

"Hell no I didn't. It's not my thing. Just hurry up and accept my offer alright? This is the only time I'll be this nice."

You smiled at his words, knowing he was lying when he said this was the only time he'd be nice.

"Alright then, let's go!"

He smirked and held out a hand for you to hold, which you did while he walked you to his car. He made sure you didn't fall on the way there, and even opened the door for you.

"Wow what a gentleman you are. Do you open doors for all the ladies?" You teased.

"Nah, so consider it special treatment for you Nightlight."

You smiled shyly and wiggled your feet a bit after he shut your door and got into his own seat.

The ride to your house was quiet, except for the occasional small talk. But it wasn't awkward or uncomfortable. It was a comforting feeling for the both of you.

When he pulled up to your place, you turned to him to say goodbye, but instead you said "Um, do you wanna come inside with me? I have some pastries I made earlier..."

He laughed lightly at your words, "Sure, but be ready for me to critique the hell out of those pastries."

You led him inside where you both took off your shoes and coats. You ushered him to sit on the couch and relax while you went to go prepare some drinks and the pastries for the two of you.

While you were gone for a few minutes, Bakugou couldn't help but think about how he was actually inside your house. It wasn't the first time he'd been there, but it was the first time he'd been there alone. Just you and him.

In the midst of his thinking, he felt his phone buzz and he looked at it to see a message from Kirishima.

Shitty Hair

I see you left with your little nightlight ;) Better make a move while you have the chance!!

Bakugou huffed and sent a middle finger emoji, then silenced his phone. He didn't need any distractions.

Finally, you came from the kitchen with a tray in your hands and placed it on the coffee table.

"Here they are! My babies. I hope they're still good, considering they're not as fresh as they were this morning." You said nervously while sitting down next to him.

Bakugou hummed and grabbed a pastry, biting into it. You watched silently as he chewed and swallowed it, anticipating his reaction.

He bit it again, "S' good."

You smiled, "I'm glad you like it. That means a lot coming from you, Bakugou. Your cooking is so good!"

He turned away with a red face, "Of course it is. I'm the best at everything. And why don't you call me Katsuki? We've known each other for years now."

"Oh, I didn't realize you felt that way. Sorry Baku-erm, Katsuki. I just thought you didn't want anyone to call you that, especially since Kirishima doesn't even call you that..."

"Tsk, I feel a lot of ways. You just don't know about it."

Your interest peaked at his words. "Oh yeah? Then would you do the honors by telling me how you feel Katsuki?" You teased.

Bakugou felt himself hesitate before speaking, which is something he never did. Gosh, he couldn't believe this is how he was going to confess to you.

"I like you, idiot."

Your smile fell and your expression formed into one of pure confusion. "What?"

Damn. Maybe that wasn't the right move.

He began to panic and sat up quickly, "Ugh, nothing. Forget about it-"

"No! I'm not forgetting about that." You said while grabbing his hand, pulling him back down onto the couch.

As he sat down next to you in silence, you kept his hand in yours. "You like me Katsuki?"

He huffed and turned away. "So what if I do? It doesn't matter-"

You grew frustrated at his words. "Of course it matters! Stop acting like this is nothing. I need you to talk to me seriously, because I don't want to get my hopes up..."

He looked back at you, only to see your eyes watering. "Hey wait-don't cry. Shit. I'm real fuckin' bad at this, ain't I?"

You laughed and sniffled, "Yeah, a little."

He sighed and squeezed your hand that was holding his.

"I uh, I do really like you. I have for a while. I just didn't wanna fuck up what we already had-" He was cut off by you throwing your arms around his neck tightly.

"You big dummy. I can't believe you thought you'd mess things up."

His eyes widened in surprise, but he still wrapped his arms around your waist. He stayed quiet to listen to what you had to say.

"I actually like you too, y'know. I have for a while now."

He smirked and hugged you tighter. "Thank god. I was almost afraid you'd run out on me."

You snorted and pulled away slowly. "No way in hell would I do that. I just didn't know how to tell you..."

He threw an arm around you and said, "Well I'm glad ya did. 'Cause you're my girl now."

"Don't I get any say in this?" You asked jokingly.

"Nah, you agreed when you said you liked me back."

Extra:

That night, Katsuki decided to sleepover at your place since you two had already made it official. You lent him some mens pajamas you had since you were sure they'd fit him, which he fussed about because he assumed they belonged to another man.

"No Katsuki, these are actually mine believe it or not."

"Tsk, good. If I ever find any other loser's shit in here I'll blow it up."

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[literaryavenger]

Broken - part 3

Summary: You find Bucky having a panic attack and do your best to help him.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: Minimal use of Y/N. Panic attack. Innocent and broken Bucky. I'd also like to say I never actually had a panic attack but did my best to write the whole process with the research I did. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 2.1K

Part 1 | Part 2

A/N: I'll say it till the end of time: English isn't my first language and this is my first fanfic. I'm thinking of starting to write fanfics because I have so many different ideas and scenarios and I have NO idea where this one is going, so maybe let me know if you'd like to read more from me? Idk. If you find mistakes please feel free to point them out so I can correct them. I'd also love some feedback and constructive criticism Enjoy!

Masterlist

As soon as you left the medbay, you immediately went to the floor where the guest rooms are, determined to check up on Bucky.

You find them all empty, so you decide to check around the tower in all the communal spaces: Living room, kitchen, training rooms, ecc.

Nothing.

At this point you're starting to wonder if he left the tower altogether. "Jarvis?" you decide to ask the AI.

"Yes, Miss Y/LN?" he answer.

"Do you happen to know where Bucky is?"

"He's locked himself in his room." Jarvis promptly answers, leaving you a little confused.

"But I checked the guest rooms, they were all empty."

"Mr Barnes has been assigned a permanent room, like every other Avenger."

"Oh." you say, a little surprised but happy about it "Could you tell me where it is?"

"It's on the 48th floor, room next to yours and in front of Mr. Wilson’s."

"Thank you, J." you say, making your way to the elevator.

"You're welcome, Miss." he says.

It made sense he would get assigned that room. It's one of the last ones left free as the team keeps growing, and it also happens to be the floor where Steve lives along with you and Sam.

You get to your floor and are thankful to see that it's empty, not wanting to confront anybody else today.

You make your way through the corridor and stop at the first bedroom on the left, Bucky's new room.

You gently knock on the door but don't get any type of answer, so you knock a little louder.

Again, nothing.

"Bucky, it's Y/N." you can't hear anything. "

I just wanted to make sure you were okay? Jarvis, are you sure he's in there?" you ask after not hearing a sound.

"Positive, miss Y/LN." you consider what to do for a few seconds.

He obviously doesn't want anyone's company. Or maybe he just doesn't want yours.

After all, you have known him less than a day, and he did left the medbay after you made eye contact and you saw him crying.

You hope he doesn't think you agree with what Tony said, even though you didn't even try to defend him after you learned about his past. But you were just shocked, whatever you expected, it definitely was not that.

Before you could decide to knock again or just leave him alone, you hear a very muffled sob coming from the other side of the door. As much as you do want to respect his privacy, you're getting a little worried.

You try opening the door but it's locked. "Jarvis, override lock on Bucky's room."

"Lock override successful." he says just as you hear the lock click.

You carefully open the door and look towards the bed, but see that it's empty.

You come in and close the door behind you, standing with your back against it and trying to adjust to the newfound darkness in the room without the light from the corridor.

You look around the room trying to locate Bucky when you hear another quiet sob coming from the furthest corner of the room.

You slowly make your way towards it and, as soon as you're close enough, you see Bucky curled up with his arms hugging his legs against his chest and his head buried in his legs.

"Bucky...?" you try to get his attention before getting any closer so as to not scare him, but you’re not sure if he can even hear you.

He's still visibly shaking like before and sobbing very quietly but uncontrollably. you get closer and kneel down right in front of him, gently putting a hand on his shoulder.

His head shoots up in surprise and the look on his face is that of pure fear as he moved back as close as he can against the wall and as far away from you as possible.

you feel bad for scaring him, and pull away a bit further from him, but still close enough so he can see who you are after the initial shock.

You can tell he recognizes you when his face and his shoulders drop some of the tension, although he makes no attempts to get closer to you.

You decide to try and get a little closer after a few moments, so you slowly get back to kneeling right in front of him while he watches your every move but doesn't try to get further away.

His eyes are wide open and his breathing is getting quicker by the second, tears still streaming down his face.

Then you realize he's having a panic attack.

You consider your options for a second. You've never had a panic attack yourself, but you know Tony gets them and, although you've happened to be there for a few of them over the years, you were never the one to calm him down. Getting him wasn't an option either, everything considered.

You could try to get Steve, he might know what to do if this has happened to Bucky before, but seeing Bucky's breathing get quicker and quicker you guess there's not enough time to get him here.

Then suddenly you remembered something helpful, thank fuck.

"Bucky, look at me." you order him quietly so as to not make him panic even more.

He meets your eyes, meaning you have his attention, but shows no signs of calming down.

"Tell me five things you can see." You simply tell him.

He's confused for a moment, but seeing the determined look on your face you guess he decides that he indeed heard correctly what you asked of him and starts looking around.

"I can see..." He starts but seems to have trouble finishing his sentence.

"It's okay, just try to take a deep breath and concentrate on the things around you." You tell him in the softest voice you can while trying not to panic yourself.

"I-I can see a lamp," he starts, looking around. "the door... a bed, a chair, and... a desk?" he finishes, a little unsure of what he's even doing.

"Good. Now, tell me four things you can touch." you tell him, still surprisingly calm.

"I can touch the carpet" he says, slowly touching the fluffy carpet under him. "The dresser, the wall..." he says, touching the dresser at his right and the wall at his left that he was basically hiding between.

"And... Um..." he looks like he has a little trouble coming up with a fourth thing, until he reaches for you, puts his right hand on your shoulder and says "And you."

You chuckle, which seems to calm him just the slightest bit and you keep going. "Alright, tell me three things you can hear."

He stays quiet for a few seconds, listening for sounds you imagine, and then says "I can hear the AC, the rain and the elevator being used."

He then looks at you waiting for the next thing, but you take a second to realize what he said and you're impressed.

You hadn't even realized it's raining and the elevator was all the way across the floor. The hearing on this man. With a small 'damn' that you’re now sure he can hear, you keep going.

"Tell me two things you can smell." you tell him.

You can see his nose scrunch a little, which you find adorable, and he says "I can smell jasmine." looking at the flower vase on his bedside table filled with jasmines, your favorite flowers that Tony tends to leave here and there just for your enjoyment.

"And… strawberries?" he says, a little confused with his answer.

You're confused too until you realize what he's probably smelling. "Oh, it's probably just my shampoo" you say with a chuckle.

He gives you a nod with a smile smile and you say "Now, last thing, tell me one thing you can taste."

He thinks about your words for a second, a look of concentration on his face, then he looks back at you and says, very quietly. "I can taste my tears."

you give him a sad smile and say "That's heartbreaking... But on the bright side, you're not panicking anymore."

He gives you a sad smile of his own, but seems to suddenly realize everything that just happened.

His face drops and he bows his head, refusing to look you in the eye, clearly very embarrassed that you saw him in the middle of a panic attack.

"Are you okay?" you ask him softly, tears still running down his face and his body still trembling a little but visibly more calm.

"I should be the one asking you that..." he answers, his voice a little hoarse from all the crying.

You can't help the smile that makes its way on your face at his concern.

"I'm fine, thanks to you. Are you okay, though?" you ask again.

"You shouldn't be here..." he says quietly.

He's still avoiding your question, so instead you ask "Why not?"

"I could hurt you..." he says in a small, sad voice that breaks your heart.

"Would you hurt me?" you ask.

He frowns and almost immediately says "of course not" still very quietly.

You give him a reassuring smile and say "Then I'm not worried." he finally looks up at you and gives you a small smile.

After a few minutes of silence, you feel the need to ask him. "Was that the first time that happened to you?"

He shakes his head and, when you don't say anything else and just look at him expectantly, he elaborates.

"I've had a few in the last three months, since... You know..." He says with a quiet voice and avoided your gaze. "It was the first time someone helped me though... Steve tried to, but they wouldn't let him..." he finishes.

You know by 'they' he means the guards at the Raft, so you don't ask any more questions about it, knowing he probably wants to forget about that place in the first place.

So instead you get up, look down at him and, extending your arm for him to take, you ask. "Why don't you get some sleep? You look exhausted."

He just nods, slowly taking your hand and getting up with absolutely no help from you. Being a big and strong dude of course he doesn't need it.

You walk to his bed and he sits down, you turn and are about to walk to the door when he stops you, his hand still in yours.

You turn back towards him and see him looking down, which makes you think that maybe you imagined him pulling on your hand?

But then you hear him, barely because of how low his voice is, asking "Can you stay?"

You aren't sure you heard right, so you ask him "You want me to stay with you?"

But he seemed to take that as you thinking he was crazy for even suggesting something like that because he very quickly drops your hand and says "You don't have to, you probably have enough of me after the panic attack, it's alright you can go." and just lays down on the bed, turning his back on you.

You stand there for a moment, thinking of what to do before you decide that not only is it clear that Bucky was desperately reaching out, not wanting to be alone, but you don't want to be alone either.

And, right now, it feels like Bucky is your only friend left in the tower. The only one you aren't pissed at, at least.

You move closer to his bed and quietly say "Bucky... I can stay, if you want me to."

He turns around to face you, a little shocked so you give him a smile to let him know you're serious.

He scoots over to make space for you and, after taking off your shoes and without either one of you saying another word, you lay down on your back.

After several minutes of silence you hear him quietly say "Thank you." which makes you turn on your side so you're facing him, only to find him already facing you.

"Anytime." you whisper back with a smile, which he returns.

You stay like that for a little while, just looking at each other, and eventually you fall asleep, his beautiful, freakishly blue eyes being the last thing you see.

Bucky watches you sleep for a bit until he also falls into a quiet sleep, with you very unaware of the fact that this is the first time in years, if not decades, that Bucky actually gets a full night of peaceful sleep.

Part 4

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[tswaney17]

Accidental Chemistry Holiday Series - Part 2: Gifts Galore

Happy New Year!! 🍾 I thought we could kick off the new year with my final holiday fic of the season. If you sent me prompts, don't worry! I will definitely try to come back to those in the future. Hey, blink and @elriel-month will be here, right? 😉 A special thank you to @impossiblescissorspeachpaper for sending me this prompt. 💕

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Credit to @featherymalignancy for Cassian’s nickname, Cash. 😘

Trigger warnings: minor language

Word Count: 2,772

This fic will be posted on AO3 only. Read the beginning below or click here to head to AO3.

Azriel watched as Elain brought in bag after bag of Christmas presents for Oliver.

At his raised brows, she shot him a sheepish smile. “I’ve been saving small bits of my paycheck for a few months now. And there were so many good sales. I saved like $200 on everything.” She shrugged, even as a blush touched her cheeks.

He reached to grab a few of her bags off her shoulder and set them on the table. Money was a sensitive topic for her, and one she didn’t like the dwell on. So, he said instead, “Well, it sounds like you scored a good deal today.”

She dropped her purse on the counter, peeking into the living area where her little one was crawling all over the floor. One of her rare smiles bloomed across her face. It was one she always seemed to get when she watched her son. And sometimes she shot at Azriel when she’d catch him playing with Oliver. A thing of secret, lovely beauty. That’s what he called that particular smile. “Thank you for watching him today. I appreciate it.”

“I was happy to do it,” he admitted, meaning every single word. Az had gotten comfortable with Oliver over the several months of them living there, building a relationship with the boy and his mother. He never imagined himself as a father figure, but something about the fierce protectiveness he felt towards Ollie—and Elain for that matter—the warmth that spread through his chest whenever he got one of those big grins, made him start believing that perhaps it was something he had truly desired after all.

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hi friend pls complete my request huehuehuehuehuehuehuehuehuehuehuehuehuehuehuehuehuehuehuehuehuehue

so you're alpha bangchan's mate and u are happily married with 2 kids but he accidentally hurts u when he's out hunting :D

I wish I never showed you my account

Previous asks, I am working on your stuff in a Google doc and I'm trying to make it good. This is just a joke because I think 8coupsstar is gonna kill me if I don't try and do this.

For future reference, I don't do omegaverse stuff.

Paring: Husband!Bangchan x Afab!fem!reader

Warnings: Minors DNI as there is smut, this is meant to be shitty please don't bully me😭 Unprotected sex, breeding kink, No hate to people that enjoy the omegaverse! It's just not for me personally

Words: 544

Summary: Weird omegaverse shit with smut and fluff.

Your husband Bangchan, whom you've been married to for many years and with whom you've borne children, has been missing you recently. Unlike other alphas, he doesn't just date you for sex or to get you through your heats, he has self-control.

Since he's been wanting to spend more time with you, he asked if you wanted to go hunting with him. Leaving your kids under the guidance of your friend at their house, you went out with him to hunt for food (I'm going to hunt for you). As he was stalking around trying to find something to kill, you wandered off looking around the forest that he took you to.

Suddenly you felt something pounce on you, pinning you to the floor. You felt a twinge of pain as you fell back and saw something on top of you. You screamed and scrambled to your feet as you backed away slowly. You were cornered. Tears began to fall. Just as it was about to bite you, the strange creature stopped and stepped back. 

It was Bangchan. As you dried your eyes with your sleeve, he cupped your face. “Baby I’m so sorry. I thought you were an animal.” “I’m sorry” “No, you aren’t sorry, you did nothing wrong.” “I was scared that you were gonna kill me.” “I know honey, I’m so sorry. I genuinely didn’t know.” “I know Chan.”

You could feel yourself getting faint and you realised only one thing could be happening. You were in heat. ‘Perfect timing’ you thought. As Bang Chan sniffed the air and you could see a bulge forming in his pants, he grabbed your hand and pulled you back to the car. “We’re going home,” he said. “It’s not safe.” “But I thought you wanted to go hunting?” “You’re more important.” 

When you got home, he ran you a bath and made you a snack. “Has your heat gone away?” You looked up at him while sweating, curled up on the couch. “Isn’t it obvious?” “Mhm.” He sat next to you and held your hand. “I’m so sorry baby, I just wanted to spend time with you and it went badly. I’m sorry for scaring you. I love you so much.” “I love you too.” You could see his boner reforming. “Can I make it up to you?” “How?” “I guess I can help you with your heat?” “Yes please.”

His dick was thrusting in and out of your aching cunt as you screamed his name. “Do you want me to fill you up baby?” “Yes Chan” You moaned in pleasure as his thrusts became sloppier and faster. “Cum for me.” You could feel your walls getting tighter as you reached your climax. “Are you going to cum in me Channie? Please?” “Of course baby girl.” He thrusted into you one final time and he shot his load deep inside of you. He groaned and carefully pulled out of you. 

“Was that good enough honey?” “It was perfect, I’m sorry about crying before and making you worry.” “It wasn’t your fault, it was mine.” “You shouldn’t feel bad, I really don’t care that much.” He hugged you tightly.

 “What did I do to deserve you?” “Everything.” “I love you.” “I love you too.”

Author note: I am so sorry that was the worst thing I have ever written I hate that so much It’s gonna haunt me for eternity. Like always, constructive criticism is wanted! If you liked this, please follow me for more fanfics that aren't like this one because I promise not all of my writing is like this. Also please send me some requests! <3 Thank you!

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[yihccdior]

Izana!alive, Shinichiro!alive, Takeomi Kanto!Au, South!alive, Rokuhara Tandai!alive.

In this Au Takemichi is not making the second generation of Toman, but the eleventh generation of Black Dragons to have his revenge with mikey and maybe finally save him (or not, besides, this could be an Au where Takemichi has dark impulsive).

Kurokawa Y/n! petnames : bitch, sweetie, love

Kanto Manji x Gn reader

(Warnings: the personality represented by the characters here does not match or describe the reality of the anime/manga, so please refrain from talking about it here.

¹· Nothing found here conspires with reality.

²· If you do not like this content, I politely ask you to leave quickly.

³· Constructive criticism is always welcome, I want to improve in terms of writing fanfic.

⁴· I don't want ship fights in the comments, if this type of behavior occurs or I will delete your comment so that it doesn't generate more fights or I will report your account, this type of behavior is unacceptable, (and everyone knows that neither a shipp is real.), because no one has to agree with your opinion, like: 'such a shipp is the best.

⁵· Depending on the characters that behave like villains or etc here, there is no conspiracy like that in reality. so don't hate some character because of a story.

⁶· Happy reading!

Y/n will be Kanto Manji's husband/wife house doing everything for his boys.

(I only realized later that I hadn't added mochizuki, but as I don't know him very well, I didn't add him or try to fit him into the fanfic.)

The order box is open, for now I'm only making spy x family, bungou stray dogs and tokyo revengers themes.

If you want to know more about the orders, they are on my tumblr profile, if you want to access click here: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/thekurowsk/692782193681006592?source=share

Kanto Manji had entered the headquarters. All bruised and bleeding, the day had been awful. They spent the whole day without playing around, training with the people from Rokuhara Tandai, they hadn't taken it easy and it was just training to beat Black Dragons.

The men sat in the large and spacious living room, tired, exhausted, as was to be expected. Y/n, from the kitchen, heard voices coming from the living room and was worried about what could be happening. Y/n passes through the dining room and arrives in the living room and sees Kanto Manji totally fatigued, some were even breathing through their mouths, the men were sweating from exhaustion. Y/n is amazed at the scene, seeing Shion and the Haitani carry Kakucho on their lap and Y/n was totally unresponsive.

Are you okay? How are you? In a lot of pain? Too many wounds? - the sweet and melodious scared voice asks, bombarding them with several questions at once.

— Love! — Shuji says cheerful and excited — we're completely fine, sweetie — Y/n grabs the first aid kit from the bathroom and goes to the living room. Placing and opening the first-aid kit on the center of the table, Y/n takes out a jar filled with cotton and a bottle of saline mixed with a little hydrogen peroxide. Mixing the two items mentioned above together, Y/n starts cleaning Manjiro's — his sibling — wounds first.

— Let me know if it hurts, okay? — Y/n speaks and receives a positive nod from Manjiro, he was so quiet and it got on his nerves and saddened Y/n. Y/n looked like an angel helping them recover from their injuries. The next was Haruchiyo, his grimaces of pain were at least funny, but he had to restrain himself because of the serious work, putting gauze on his scars that were bruised and then he kissed Sanzu's forehead. The two who came next were the Haitani, Rindou was very calm, he was serious and neutral in his expressions, but unlike Rindou, Ran swore in pain and Y/n gave his ear a “pull” in the most new old. Hanma was what came next, he didn't stop putting his hands on Y/n's waist and buttocks, but it wasn't out of spite, he did it when it hurt because it was burning or burning, Shuji did that out of pain instinct and that's why I pressed unusual places to let you know that I was hurting. The next one was Shion, he was the quietest and obeyed Y/n, but it looked like he wasn't enjoying the pain he felt at all, in the form of thanks Shion kissed the top of Y/n's head. Kakucho had been seriously injured in the stomach area and was bleeding so much that it stained Kanto Manji's uniform, Y/n takes some bandages and wraps it around the younger/older's belly to stop the bleeding, I didn't know how he hadn't died with so much blood lost — Look how much blood you've lost! You're really reckless, aren't you? Not just you, but you! Hitto Kakucho, you could have died. Take care of yourselves more please! They don't think about your health, they only think about fighting, dispute and fighting! — Y/n yells exasperated and exhausted to see them like this, everyone but Sanzu, Kakucho and Mikey were scared to have seen him like this. had never seen Y/n nervous and stressed. He continued to take care of Hajime as if nothing had happened. He swabbed Kokonoi's face and hands with cotton, put gauze pads on Kokonoi's face and hands, and after that, put a band-aid on the cut Hajime had made in his mouth. Takeomi had cut his mouth and another cut on his collarbone and just like Kakucho he was lame. Y/n bandages Takeomi's wounds. The men were quiet, silent.

— L-love? — Wakasa calls him — Are you angry?

— Just disappointed. — Y/n cleans Wakasa's wounds and puts on gauze pads. They had disappointed Kurokawa Y/n, not once and not twice, but several times and just like the other times they saw Y/n's face of disappointment. It was the first time they saw Wakasa cry, all but Y/n — It's okay, cry all you want, it's very good, huh? — Y/n whispers to Wakasa and kisses him on the forehead. Kakucho starts crying too and Y/n starts to soothe him — Sorry for yelling at you, I didn't mean to, you know — Y/n later helps Keizo's injuries, finally Benkei was the last man who would have to help on wounds — Rest, sleep or rest, dinner is almost ready, so in a few minutes I'll call you to eat. "Y/n goes back to the kitchen.

— She's very nervous — Hanma says surprised — I've never seen him so nervous.

— He certainly got that way because of Kakucho and his wound near his stomach. Y/n is not like that for nothing, when I was a child every time they messed with me Y/n defended me and he was the same way he was with Kakucho, it was very difficult to control him later and now I don't know what can happen because he is impulsive — Manjiro says and leaves almost everyone in shock, could Mikey's adoptive brother — Kurokawa Y/n — have dark impulsive?

— Impulsiveness? She has…? — Shion asks.

— Yes, unfortunately he does — Sanzu and Kakucho respond in unison.

— There was one time at my house when me, Baji, Haruchiyo and Y/n were playing, i was showing them my little plane.

Flashback on.

— Guys, look at my little plane that Shinichiro built and gave it to me — Mikey says happily.

— Wow, what the fuck! — The three say together and with shining eyes.

— Dude, that's really cool! — Y/n says and pats Manjiro's head.

— Shinichiro is angry! — Baji says still with his eyes shining.

— Too much! — Sanzu says smiling.

flashback off

— I remember that day, Takeomi had called my attention and had told me to be a better and more attentive brother to Senju, I had been sad about it and went to the garden and started crying, after all, I was still lonely a child and didn't even know how to take care of myself properly. Right after that, Senju came after me to talk to me and I said that I didn't want to talk to her and that Takeomi always blamed me for everything she did and I asked her to leave, said and done, she left, but when Mikey gave a breach and got away from all of us, Senju went into Mikey's room, took his little plane and started playing, only she ended up tripping and let the little plane fall to the floor, it had been all torn apart and then...

flashback on

— Oops… — Senju destroys Mikey's plane and lets it fall to the ground, Mikey enters her room, sees the plane in pieces and asks:

— Senju, who was it? — Senju swallowed hard, she was hyperventilating.

— It was Haru-nii, i tried to stop him, but it was in vain — Mikey's irises went from black to white very fast, in a snap Mikey leaves the house towards the garden on a run with his little plane in hand.

— Was you? — Haruchiyo didn't even have time to defend himself or explain himself, Mikey rips his mouth open. Y/n seeing that incident tries to defend Sanzu madly, but only gets a strong punch in the mouth. Y/n spits blood on the floor, blood was dripping from her mouth. Y/n got up, turned around and got in front of Sanzu, but only got kicks hard and painful, Y/n went crazy with that — Kurokawa Y/n get out of the way and didn't get in the way, Sanzu laugh! — Sanzu who had his hands on his face, takes them off and with tears in his eyes, he starts laughing insanely, feeling enormous pain and immense fear. Y/n activates his dark impulse by seeing the scene of Sanzu all hurting and laughing insanely at Manjiro's request, he starts beating Mikey. He felt hatred, anger, anguish and nervousness. Senju calls Takeomi and Shinichiro crying desperately saying that someone had to break up Y/n and Mikey's fight, Y/n's back was purple and red, the air in the boy's lungs had drained and was constantly decreasing, he could barely breathe. Manjiro was drenched in blood, Baji in shock and unresponsive, and Sanzu's mouth ripped open. Y/n faints, Sanzu takes Y/n in her arms and screams in terror.

flashback off

— After that, I was helped by Shinichiro and told him what happened, he apologized to me, held me and hugged me until I felt better, I just remember that after that Shinichiro cleaned the blood from my scars and bandaged it, Takeomi helped Y/n and put a firecracker on his face and so we slept together in Y/n's room all night.

Shion tries to speak, but nothing comes out of his mouth. They tried to get away from the subject because of the discomfort they felt, after all, they were uncomfortable with their loved one being that way, feeling that way and not being able to do anything about it to improve and recover. Ran mentally wondered how that beautiful and sweet boy could be like that, all destroyed inside and on top of that carrying a bad memory like that with him.

“I know a great way for me and the kids to apologize to Y/n” The younger/older thinks, Kakucho mentally smiles “it will be his best night, you can be sure, he will love it”

— Hey, guys! I'm going out with Takemichi — Mikey tries to break the uncomfortable atmosphere between them — Take good care of Y/n for me while I'm gone.

“Oh yes, we will take care of him yes” Kakucho mentally chuckles — Ok, boss, we will take good care of him, you can! — Mikey leaves the barracks to meet up with Hanagaki.

— How are we going to apologize to she? — Sanzu closes the door to the living room interconnected with the dining room.

— I have an idea — Kakucho says with a smile on his face, he explains the idea he had earlier and everyone agrees.

— Boys, dinner's on the table! — Y/n yells at all costs, Hanma opens the door and everyone goes to the dining room — serve yourselves at will — Y/n smiles. The men help themselves and go to the table to sit down and eat. Y/n was very naive and they would take that innocence and purity from him. His face, all sweaty and fun, fed the imagination and made everyone present excited. After eating, it was Benkei's turn to wash the dishes, after drying them, he put them in their proper place and after that he went to sleep out of sheer fatigue. Y/n sits on the couch and behind comes his puppies surrounding him. Shion attacks his prey by surprise and leaves him vulnerable and below him, Y/n groans in surprise.

— What are you going to do now? — Shion laughs at how Y/n found himself with his mouth open in a perfect 'O' — you're completely helpless and that's how I like it — Shion nibbled Y/n's lobe as if it were bait and then left for the neck taking a hard bite at that spot that made Y/n moan a little loudly — you're so vulnerable, love.

— Y/n, can you handle a dick in your mouth while two fuck you? — Hanma asks, he was interested in seeing the scene of Y/n all vulnerable as he arched his body up or down with so much excitement and came, squirted and ejaculated the milk from his body so hard that he would feel exhausted or as if would explode.

— Y/n — Ran says — this time you don't escape — Ran put his hand under the bigger/smaller's shirt. Shion asks Ran to stop that and take Y/n's clothes off.

— To answer your question, I can take it, Hanma — For sure he had lied, but he didn't want to disappoint the boys, he knew that if he said one they wouldn't tax him as a jerk. He watched them decide among themselves who was going to start making Y/n go crazy. Anyway, in the end it was decided that Ran, Rindou and Sanzu would go first. Y/n got on all fours and right in front of Sanzu's cock, he felt his mouth drooling. He thrust Haruchiyo's cock into his hot mouth as he felt two fingers inside him — from the size you deduced that the fingers were Ran's. He was choking on Sanzu's cock and his saliva at the same time. His eyes watering and his vision blurred, he felt Ran withdraw his fingers and put his tongue between his bands and reach her little hole, he rolled and moaned non-stop and with that he gave vibrations on Sanzu's dick, Rindou masturbated him at an incredible speed and, for well, you didn't know how you hadn't come with so much stimulation received at once. Y/n just stopped sucking and sucking Sanzu's cock, only to throw her head back and moan high-pitched and thin. Y/n felt his body tingling and hot like hell, he seemed to see countless stars brighter when he closed his eyes. Ran and Rindou stop doing their job of arousing Y/n and get into it, Y/n rolls his eyes in sheer excitement, seeing some of the Kanto members masturbate in excitement. Sanzu grabs your hair with force and puts your mouth against his cock, without hesitation you open your mouth and he starts to fuck quickly and forcefully with your mouth that reached your throat, you would definitely be speechless or you would have to force your lips. vocal folds to come out almost inaudible tomorrow, how would you explain that to Mikey later? Fuck Mikey, you were having fun, that's what mattered at the moment. When you were close to coming Ran and Rindou came out of you and you groan in disapproval, they both bury themselves hard again inside you, Rindou slaps your ass and turns it reddish, Ran pulls your hair and speaks:

— If you think about coming too soon, bitch, it's going to be worse, got me? — Y/n tries to shake his head positively, but in vain. Sanzu stops fucking your mouth and comes out of your mouth and leaves kissing you fiercely leaving you breathless, he felt everything messed up inside him and all he could imagine was how it could end. Ran starts to slowly masturbate you to provoke you and with that he makes you stick your ass towards the Haitani. Panting, that's how you found yourself, the pleasure was immense. Both were going so hard inside you that it was possible that whoever was entering the barracks heard the bed creaking and hitting the wall, wouldn't be scared if one day they broke the bed having sex with someone. Y/n's nipples were so hard that they needed attention, Sanzu had answered his request, not licking, sucking or sucking your nipples, it was with your hand and with that, he let you suck him more and more to contain his moans that intensified more and more. With that you felt Rindou come out of you and start fucking your thighs madly, it felt like he needed to pleasure himself and you at the same time. Sanzu ejaculated his cum in Y/n's throat and when he left he saw the mess he made and smiled, he started to masturbate and motioned for Y/n to open his mouth, Y/n did as he was told and with that when he felt Rindou's cock brush against his own, he stuck his tongue out and gave a moan that made everyone shiver. As Sanzu was sensitive from the first orgasm he had soon he came on his face and made another nice mess, his face was all dirty with pleasure and he was all sweaty. Y/n soon reaches his limit, squirting all her milk out of his body and giving a loud, sly, thin moan. With that Rindou comes on her thighs and Ran inside her who was squeezing him — Fuck Y/n, you're too tight — Ran comes out of Y/n, the braided Haitani was totally tired because of the sex that was still going on pre-recent. Y/n wanted to throw himself on top of the three boys, but he knew there were others waiting for him. While he was having sex with the Haitani and Sanzu, Kokonoi with Hanma, Kakucho and Shion had the great idea of ​​having sex with him in the kitchen on top of the counter that Y/n made food every day. Hanma picked up the naked body from the bed and took it to the kitchen, putting it on the counter, y/n was sensitive from the recent orgasm he had had and was tired. He knew that Hanma would propose that he ride on top of one of the four, but he would deny it, he barely had the strength to do so and would prefer that now someone fuck him with him on his back, but he knew it would be almost impossible, he would be fucked on top from a bench and knew I had to get on all fours again.

— You could lift that ass up — Y/n saw Shion put a big mirror to see her body exposed and all full of marks and dry cum.

Y/n gets down from the bench and lies on the floor opening her legs invitingly and all four of them come towards the smaller/larger one. The four of them had some pieces of clothing missing, Shion had his member out, indicating that he had masturbated while watching Y/n being fucked, but he sure as hell hadn't come because his member was still veined and very thick and big at first. He would be unable to walk for a good week, but it was for a good reason. She felt Madarame thrust inside him without warning and she choked on his own saliva. Her body started to show signs that she was getting aroused again because it was hotter than normal and Shion gave Hanma space to get inside Y/n, she felt her anus wider because of the previous sex, but she knew he would come back to normal again, so it was done Shuji shoves herself inside the older/newer Kurokawa. He saw Kakucho and Kokonoi from afar, right behind him, taking off all their clothes and getting naked, he was loving that whole sight of the two of them without any trace of clothes left, he saw that Kakucho's dick was full and big, Kokonoi's had protruding veins and he was fat and he was totally turned on by it. Shion and Shuji start to move quickly without any mercy from their anus, the noise of bodies colliding and the erotic noise of two cocks hitting your ass at all costs was exciting as fuck. Y/n couldn't contain her moans, she looked like a bitch in heat because of the way she behaved while being firmly and strong in her anus, her body was supported by Shion and Hanma's body and that meant it was wide open. If Mikey came back right then he would be so furious to see that scene, but he would show his brother what he was enjoying and what it was like to be a well behaved bitch to his men. His men could treat him so hot and he felt so good about it. He moaned loudly when he felt Hanma's cock pulse inside him, it felt so good to feel his cock thickening more and more inside his warm inside, the way he was behaving they could think he was a prostitute paid to be with them every day, Y/n's features in everyone's eyes made sex more delicious and pleasurable, he looked to the side and saw the two men fit in perfectly inside himself and go like wild animals like when they were in heat, saw his body go up and down and arched his body when he was hit in the prostate by Shion, gave a dragging groan and marked Shion and Hanma's back, his eyes rolled every time he felt one of the two hit his prostate with precision, he felt his moan being muffled by Shion who kissed him lustfully. He felt like he was dreaming, but he wasn't, thankfully. He felt totally drunk, the lust exuding there was gigantic. A few more thrusts from Hanma and Madarame and Y/n come with all his might, but they don't stop until they all come inside Y/n. Y/n was drooling so much from excitement and soon Shuji and Shion come out of Y/n. Kakucho and Kokonoi approached Y/n, Y/n felt all Madarame's and Hanma's joy pouring out of him. Kakucho smiles at Y/n, Kawata was so exhausted and looked so tired, too bad he would still have to fuck Wakasa and Takeomi later.

— Look Kokonoi, he's already totally tired — Kakucho laughs, and Kokonoi smiles lustfully. Kakucho crouches down and starts sucking, biting, and licking Y/n's thighs and groin, Y/n tries to hold back the moan, but he ends up escaping, Y/n's body was entirely marked by reddish and purplish hickeys. Kokonoi started fingering Y/n's body and Y/n didn't even have the strength to moan anymore, seeing behind Kakucho that Takeomi and Wakasa were coming, that's how the night ended with four men paying attention to Y/n and beating his non-stop until the wee hours of the morning, they were lucky Mikey arrived after nine in the morning. They cleaned everything, changed the pillowcase of the bed, and put scent to disguise the smell of sex. That's how Y/n and his men slept peacefully for the rest of the night and a good part of the morning.

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[lord-aldhelm]

So........ I did a thing and wrote an Aldflaed fanfic...

I started it about a year and a half ago, and only just now finished it. It is 25 chapters, 103k words. I uploaded the first chapter to AO3, and will upload a new chapter once a week until it is all uploaded. Warning in advance: it is a super slow burn. I apologize to your eyeballs in advance...

So for starters, this is the VERY FIRST fanfic I have ever written. I don't even read fanfic, let alone write it, so please keep that in mind when you read this. I am not a writer. The chapter titles are song titles because I could not think of good titles that were not spoilers. I have not read any in-universe TLK fanfic, so any similarities to other existing works is purely coincidental. Also, I wrote this for myself, and myself alone, so I am aware that it may not be everyone's cup of tea. I was originally not going to publish it, but since I put so much time and effort into it, I thought perhaps even if one other person gets something out of it then that is great.

Also, since this is my first time writing, I welcome constructive criticism. If there is a typo, or something does not make any sense and needs to be clarified, or if you think there is a better way for me to say something, please by all means leave a comment. But please do not come @ me if you just don't like it.

Second, this took me so long because it changed so much while I was writing it. It takes place starting with 3.10, and the majority of the fic takes place between Seasons 3&4, and then ends with basically a rewrite of Season 4. It has way more Uhtred in it than I originally intended, but don't worry it is NOT an Uhtred / Aethelflaed fic!

I am working on another one right now that is a Season 2-3 Aldflaed fic, although I don't know when that will be done. It will probably be as long as this one, so forever...

(pic from Instagram)

First paragraph and link to the first chapter below the cut...

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Springtime in Saltwic

Chapter 1: Bring Me To Life

Tensions were running high after King Alfred’s passing, and Aethelflaed could feel the low rumbling of chaos start to spread in the minds of the men around her. A king’s passing was always a volatile time, especially for those who were self-serving and devious. Aethelwold was trying to sow discord among the ealdormen, Aethelred was looking to cut ties with Wessex and establish himself as King of Mercia, and Edward, young and inexperienced, was struggling to maintain order. Then there were other worries and sorrows. Her mother was distraught after the loss of her husband, Uhtred was imprisoned and was likely to be banished again or killed on the orders of her mother, and Thyra, Father Beocca’s beloved wife and Uhtred’s sister, was killed in a suspicious house fire.

Aethelflaed left the great hall to seek comfort and safety in her room. But it would seem even her own room was not safe; the door handle was covered in blood. Terrified, she entered the room cautiously, not knowing what she would find inside. On the floor at the foot of her bed, to her great surprise, was Aldhelm. He was gravely injured, bleeding out from a stab wound in his abdomen. She did not need to be told who had done it; she knew without asking.

---> CONTINUE READING on AO3 --->

#aldhelm #the last kingdom #aethelflaed #aethelflaed x aldhelm #aldflaed #tlk fanfic #the last kingdom fanfic #my fanfic #Springtime in Saltwic

[stuckinstrangerthings]

Senior Year - Where we lose count

(part 7)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader/ y/n Henderson

Context: y/n is Dustin's big sister. The events of S1 to S3 have happened with y/n being a part of it to some extent. S3 ends differently with Hopper escaping the Russians with Joyce and Murray. Joyce and Hopper made it to Enzo at some point and they are now happily dating. Joyce didn't move to California so the gang is all together in Hawkins.

Dustin's and y/n dad died a few years ago. He was Hopper and Joyce's high school friend so they are very close to the family. Hopper is y/n godfather.

I don't know yet if some of the events of S4 will happen in this serie, but I can promise that Eddie will be safe if they do.

Summary: Y/n is starting her senior year as Eddie's starts his third one. They know each other from being in the same high school, but are not really friends. She likes him. Good thing her little brother is now a part of the Hellfire Club.

Warnings: (for the whole serie) mention of dead parents, mention of drugs and alcohol, swearing, slow burn, flirting, mutual pining, fluff, friends to lovers, smut 18+.

Author's note: I want this will be a serie. English is not my first language. Also, this is my very first time writing fanfic. Please feel free to comment and give constructive criticism. Thanks!

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It's Saturday afternoon and Eddie gets to your house as planned to work on your chemistry assignement due on Monday. As soon as he parks his van, he hears total chaos coming from inside. He chuckles, guessing the source of said chaos. He opens the front door and what he sees confirm his theory. All the youngster are there, spread all over the living room and the kitchen. Eating sandwiches and chips. It's loud but you look so happy. You are chatting and laughing with El, Max and Will sitting in the living room. Dustin, Mike and Lucas are eating and arguing in the kitchen.

Everybody warmly greets Eddie.

"Guys, you need to clean up and leave soon if you don't want to miss the movie!" you say.

They all get up, hurrying to finish their lunch and put the dishes in the dishwasher. Getting ready to leave. Today's plan for them is afternoon at the movies and sleep-over at the Byers.

"Dustin, don't forget the banana bread!" you shout, grabbing the container and putting it in his backpack "You guys leave some for Joyce, Hop and Jonathan".

"I'll try my best" he says laughing.

You and Eddie watch as they all jump on their bikes (or skate) and leave for the movie theater.

You get back inside.

"Eddie, I have leftovers, i'm making us sandwiches!" you say.

He smiles. By now, he knows there is no refusing food from you. Besides, why would he refuse, he loves all the food you make.

"I'm sad the banana bread left with Dustin" he jokes.

"Don't worry, I hid our portions. I also have extra for Wayne". you answer.

"Of course you have Princess. I don't know why I was worried" he winks at you.

Yes, the nickname stayed, and yes you love it. Add the winks... goosebumps. You like Eddie a lot as a friend, but at this point you know for sure you love him and oh my do you want him. Is the flirting a game? You don't know, but boy do you enjoy it.

You both go to your bedroom with your food. Eddie takes a first bite of his sandwich. He moans and closes his eyes.

"Princess, even your sandwiches are heavenly. What's in there?" he says.

"Can't say, secret ingredient. Family secret" you reply.

"Wow, now I have to marry you to know everything" he answers.

You laugh "You want to marry me for my cooking skills?".

He gets that naughty look on his face and answers "Oh I'm sure you have plenty of other skills worth discovering"

You laugh...and you blush "Ok Munson, that was sexy. You win this round".

You both smile at each other.

"Ok, let's do this damn chemistry assignement so we can have a little peace for the rest of the week-end" you say.

After a few hours, you are both tired but you are finally done with the assignement. It's now dark outside. The only lightening in your bedroom is from the lamp on your desk. You and Eddie sit in a confortable silence at your desk. You start touching his forearm, tracing the bats from his tattoo.

"I like this one" you say.

"Yeah? I didn't know you liked tattoos" he looks surprised.

"I love tattoos!" you reply.

"Do you have any?" he aks.

"It depends, can you keep a secret?"

Eddie face is a mix of shook and amusement "You do, you totally have at least one! No way! I want to know!".

"Oh my God, Eddie" you laugh but you are also worried "I'll tell you everything but you have to promise to keep it a secret. My mom would kill me".

"I promise" he says, mimicking locking his lips and throwing away the key. He looks super excited.

"Ok, nobody knows. For real, nobody but you. I have two small tattoos. Got them at a small tattoo shop while I was in Indianapolis last summer".

"That is so cool. I did not see that coming Princess. Pleasantly surprised" he says with a big grin "Where are they?".

"Well, let's say they are well hidden so my mom can't see them even when i'm in a bathing suit".

"I think i'm gonna faint" Eddie says as he rubs his hands on his face.

You laugh "Are you blushing? Am I winning a new round?"

He stays silent for a moment. Face still in his hands.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours" you say.

He takes his hands off his face to look at you. He is definitively blushing and you win this round. A victorious look on your face.

"Princess, you will be the death of me" he sighs.

You decide to push it further. You are alone with him. Nobody is coming home until tomorrow. And this proximity with him in your poorly lit bedroom is making your head spin with desire. Also, you did what to see all his tattoos.

"It's a serious offer" you tell him.

He stops smilig, still blushing but now also very curious "Really?"

"Yup, but you go first. Show me all your tattoos. And no lifting part of your t-shirt or pants. You have to take the piece of clothing off. That's the deal". And that was a pretty good deal considering you were wearing only a dress.

"Deal". He gets up and quickly takes off his t-shirt.

You stand up and get closer to him "Can I touch you?".

"... yes" he replies a little shaky.

You smile but don't look at him. Your fingers slowly and gently touching his tattoos. Some of them you knew he had, some are new to you. You get to his back to discover big bat wings tattoos. You continue touching, taking your time, contouring the tattoos. You can hear his breathing changing. You feel the goosebumps on his skin. And you enjoy it... a lot. You come back to face him, tracing the tattoos on his chest, slowly coming down to the one besides his happy trail and disappearing a little under his pants.

"The bats on your forearm is still my favorite one" You put your hand on his lower abdomen tattoo "But this one has the best placement for sure". He puts his hands on yours. Your eyes meet his and there is no doubt on both your minds. This isn't just a game. You bite your lower lip and you shiver a little.

"Your turn Princess. I want to see yours now" he whispers.

"You'll have to find them" you softly say has you turn around and hold your hair out of the way so he can unzip your dress. He gently does and your dress falls to the floor. Leaving you only in your underwear. Nice black ones of course. You were always ready in case the flirting would lead to more.

His hands and his eyes are exploring your body. Searching for your tattoos, but it's also way more than that. It's very sensual while being very respectful. No inappropriate touching, He takes his time, slowly touching you everywhere your skin is exposed and paying attention to your reactions. At this point, you can't help making little sounds. Moans and sighs. But you don't feel self-conscious at all. You feel confortable, high on Eddie. You feel on fire. You are really enjoying this. This is foreplay and you are in heaven.

After exploring your legs, he stands up, dangerously close to you. Close enough for you to clearly feel on your stomach that this was working for him too.

"I can't find them" he says.

You lustly look at him "Guess you are going to have to take my underwear off to see them".

He licks his bottom lip and takes your face in this hands "I really want to kiss you right now" he confesses.

You look at him and reply "I always really want you to kiss me".

He blushes, smiles and leans over to kiss you. His hands finding your waist while yours find his neck. And it's soft and perfect and everything you wanted and then hungry and full of more desire from both of you. He grabs your ass and lifts you up. You wrap your legs around his waist. You can feel him kiss you everywhere he can while taking you to your bed.

Finally, this is happening.

#stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson slow burn #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson friends to lovers #eddie x y/n #eddie munson stranger things

[like-me-or-hate-me]

The Pain and Comfort to the Darkness

Dabi x gn reader

Warnings: Use of dabi's real name, this is pure angst because I'm depressing like that but don't worry I decided to give it a happy ending, mentions of violence, mentions of blood and scars, a soft dabi because that's what is needed in this situation I think, a whole lot of tears. (If any of these things make you uncomfortable please don't read)

Summary: Your fighting with the LOV against a group of hero sidekicks and when you are all almost finished defeating them all you let down your guard just long enough for one of the remaining sidekicks to injure you severely

This idea came to me after I had just though about how beautiful the night sky was and all that which is where the beginning part comes from so yeah sorry bout that😅

A/n: hi everyone! This is my first fanfic so it might not be that good but let me know if you like it and things I should try doing to improve it all constructive criticism is welcome. Also if you do like this and want me to do more let me know and requests are welcome just no promises on them being good but if you do request something I will try my best😁

There's was a beauty in the darkness, A beauty in the way that the tiny specks of light in the dark sky are only visible when the light of day and sunshine has fully faded leaving only the blackness of the night to remain. A beauty in the way that your sense are always relaxed yet hyper focused on everything around you. A beauty in the silence that surrounds you so fully that it leads you to believe that you are completely alone for a while. A beauty in the secrets it holds near to itself never to be shared with another.

a peace in the lack of pain it provides. A beauty in the peace of it, of the peace it provides in its blackness not letting you see all the possibilities and dangers that may await you in the future. And maybe, perhaps that's why you never wanted to leave it that day, never wanted to leave the quiet and the peace it provides to those who ask, never wanted it for the damaged broken life you had lead up until that point.

Maybe those are the reasons why you didn't feel afraid as the blood flowed out of the gaping wound in your stomach which had been caused by the sidekick who had got the jump on you as you had been looking at the damage caused be you and your friends at the LOV and cut a deep wide gash in your torso. Perhaps those are the reasons why you felt so utterly calm and at peace as the edges of your vision darkened from the blood loss even as someone screamed your name telling you to hold on and that everything would be ok.

"Yes, everything will be ok I think, nothing hurts anymore in the darkness," you quietly breathed out as your vision darkened even more and your body felt as if it was floating and the pain started to fade as did your consciousness. You felt a wetness on your cheek, was I crying? No I wasn't crying , the tears weren't yours they belonged to the person hoovering over you as they pressed a cloth on the wound on your stomach to stance the bleeding. Who was it that was doing that? You didn't know and you lacked the energy to look as your eyelids started drifting closed. "Y/n! Y/n, open your eyes please! Don't die on me please," the person above you sobbed.

Wait is that Touya's voice? You slowly pried your eyes open just enough to see the person hoovering over your bleeding form. "Touya?" You said weakly picking your hand up from where it was resting to push back the messy black locks of his hair. He looked up from your bleeding torso to your face with tears running down his cheeks.

"Y/n!" You slowly lifted your hand to wipe the tears from his face, in doing so ended up wiping the blood and dirt that coated them on his face as well. But he didn't even notice as he put more pressure onto your wound making you groin in pain.

"I'm sorry I'm so sorry y/n I should have never left you even for that split second." Touya cried as he tried his best to stop the bleeding.

"Hey?" You said to him as you moved you hand to cup his cheek redirecting his attention from your stomach to your face, "its not your fault ok?"

He went to open his mouth to speak but you shook your head at him telling him you weren't finished, "I knew what I was getting into when I joined the LOV alright? We both knew this would probably happen one day or another when we first got together didn't we?"

He nodded hesitantly because he knew you were right no matter how much he didn't want you to be. "Besides there's no way you could habe stopped that sidekick from getting to me-" you broke off in a coughing fit turning onto your side weakly to spit out the blood that you'd coughed up. Inhaling a shaky breath you continued, "they came out of no where and you were preoccupied by the other two. I should have been more observant but I wasn't paying attention thinking we had pretty much wrapped everything up and he got the drop on me." you smiled up at him slightly, "don't worry about me alright? I'll be fine and you need to help wrinkles and his crew to take down those lying bastards remember? And even if I don't make it out of here I know we'll be together again in the next life too." Your hand dropped from his face as your mind and vision grew more and more hazy. If only I'd been more observant then none of this would be happening right now. This had been both of your guys' worst nightmare, the other dying while the other one of you was forced to keep living with out them, but you'd never talked about it and gotten things all out on the table because you'd both been to scared to think about the possibility.

"y/n don't say that. Please don't say you don't think you'll make it. I can't live without you!" You felt Touya press his face into your chest as he sobbed again.

"Yes you can Touya. I know you can. Because you have to live for the both of us now and then when everything as over and we go to the next life we'll be together again. In a hopeful better world where we can be free. But until then you have to help this world and the people here become free from the fake heroes here ok? Promise me you'll do that for me?" You said slowly as you took in laboured breath after laboured breath.

"Touya looked into your half lidded eyes again taking in a shaky breath before responding, "Ok, I promise I will. But only if you promise to try and hang on just a bit longer alright?"

"Alright I promise I will try for as long as I can to hold on Touya," you said with a ghost of a smile on your face even as you felt you consciousness being ripped from your body against you will, "I love you Touya. As long as I live and into our next life's after this one I love you."

"I love you too y/n," he said back pressing his forehead against yours and kissing you lightly.

Pulling away he searched your face, looking for what you didn't know, all you knew was that you were doing the same trying to memorize ever single one of his features from his pitch black hair to his piercing blue eyes to his pale skin marked with the dark burned skin held together only by staples and piercings. You felt your eyes drift shut of their own accord and you felt your body go limp as all consciousness faded from you even as you heard the sound of Touya calling your name and foot steps approaching.

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You felt your self regaining consciousness as you heard the sound of a machine beeping annoyingly and smelled antiseptic and bleach that tried to mask the smell of blood surrounding you. You blinked slowly as your eyes adjusted to the bright light of the room you were in. You could feel those irritating crusts in the corners of your eyes that happened when you slept for to long, and went to bring your hand up to your face to rub them out. As you brought your hand up you saw the IV and cords attached to your arm and as you looked around realize that you were in a room that resembled that of a hospital room, well if a hospital was dark and had a run down look. Where am I? What happened? You went to lift your other hand and looked down at it when you realized you couldn't. It was Touya, he was laying on the edge of the bed asleep with his head rested on your arm as he tightly griped your hand in his. As you noticed the tear stain tracks that were left on his cheeks you remembered what had happened before to put you here in the first place.

Remembering the pain you had seen on his face in that moment you brought your hand to his cheek rubbing gently at them when you noticed they were still wet from tears. Waking up at the sudden touch to his face he looked at you with sleepy eyes which had you smiling at him gently loving the way he looked so perfect right then. It didn't take him long to get his bearings and jump up abruptly to hug your form close to him. You sucked in a sharp breath of pain from the sudden movement but moved your arms to hug him back just as tightly ignoring the throbbing you felt in you stomach from what you knew was your cut wound from the fight.

He pulled back from you with watery eyes holding you by your shoulders and looking at your face as if confirming that you were really there and not a figment of his imagination. seeming satisfied with his observation he pulled you back into his chest. You stroked his hair gently and pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, "hey, I'm right here Touya, I'm alright, I'm right here." You told him softly knowing those were the words of reassurance that he needed. You pulled him back to you as he let out a small sob of joy.

Hugging you closer he finally spoke, "I thought I lost you," he sobbed out pressing his face into the side of your neck.

Resting your head on his you spoke to him in a reassuring voice, "I know. I know baby. But I'm right here. I'm right here with you. I'm sorry for scaring you like that baby. I'm not going anywhere I promise."

"please don't ever do that to me again y/n."

#Dabi x reader #Dabi x gn reader #Touya x reader #Touya angst #Dabi angst

[gaylactic-fire]

I have.... such mixed opinions on the idea of writing trauma/conditions that you don't have in fanfiction. Like ofc I fully, fully believe that researching should be the bare minimum. And ofc you should never make a character have a chronic condition or illness just for the sake of angst or whump or whatever you weirdos find satisfaction in.

But on the other hand, and this may be just a me problem but, reading certain takes on how things should and shouldn't be portrayed often leaves me hyperaware of how I portray things in fanfic, and honestly it's absolutely exhausting sometimes. Not exactly the same as a medical condition, but my first LU fanfic was about transfem Wild and it was written back when I thought I was cis (lol). As a cis person I was honestly terrified that what I had written might be offensive somehow and that I'd be slammed for it. While the fic did receive very positive reception that fear hasn't exactly left though. Later on I went on to write about Hyrule having scoliosis, a condition I've lived with since my teens, and even still I was scared that somehow I'd write something unrealistic or too depressing about my own medical condition.

I still think it's important that authors know if they've fucked up or written something that can be seen as harmful. But at the same time people should be able to just... write and not have to worry about being slammed because they wrote something that might not quite align with someone else's experiences.

Ig what I'm saying is, be kind, yeah? People will fuck up and sometimes not even realise what they've written is wrong. We should focus on helping authors achieve a better understanding of what they're writing about rather than berating them for their mistakes. Especially young authors. Constructive criticism will always be better than just criticism.

#fires posts #ramblings #does this make sense? its 2:30am #anyway yeah #Tldr people should take caution writing but they shouldn't have to feel afraid to write in the first place #and yeah this about that LU essay floating around but it was actually very good #this isn't criticism aimed toward anyone who wrote that y'all did a good job #I'm just spewing out random thoughts here #and again this could totally be a me problem #but I'm sure I'm not the only anxious soul who gets like this

[thinkingisadangerouspastime]

1, 2, 3, 8, and 11 for the writers ask game! 👀

1. do you know how you want the story to end when you start, or are you just stumbling through the figurative wilderness hoping to find a road?

most of the time, i know at least the Gist of how a story will end as i start writing it. things can and do change during the writing process, but because i have a history of Not Finishing Fics, i am now loathe to commit myself to writing (much less posting) a story if i haven't at least outlined the way in which i expect said story to end. and that's especially so for multichaps! with oneshots, im a little more flexible, mostly because there's fewer threads of continuity to keep straight lolol

2. talk about a notable time a narrative or character has looked you dead in the eyes and said “fuck your plan, here’s what we’re actually doing.”

oooooh this is tough! mostly because my memory is terrible rip

well, in this thing of darkness (i acknowledge mine), there's an upcoming plot development that i can't speak too directly of (since it's not posted yet lol), but i can say it was not something i had planned from the start, and i think it opens doors for me in the potential sequel(s) i want to write someday re venom's motivations as a character. ALSO, re if memories could fade away (an mj bday fic i wrote), that story was supposed to be a little mj&ned friendship piece that exploded into something which toes the line between prose and poetry and tentatively offers a backstory for mcu mj (who currently lacks but very much deserves actual depth as a character). simply put, i am not immune to the power of michelle jones-watson

3. on a scale of 1-10 how much do you enjoy incorporating romance into the average story?

depends on the fic! i think my mjflash plot in this thing of darkness (i acknowledge mine) adds a lot to the narrative im constructing, but i also think including mjflash in Walls or kataang in my children will listen series, for example, wouldn't have benefited either story, hence why they're gen fics

8. what’s your relationship with constructive criticism and feedback like? do you seek it out? how well do you take it?

i Love constructive criticism (it's the only way for my writing to improve!) and i like to think i take it well, but only when i ask for it, and note that i only ask for feedback a) from my friends and professors and b) on original writing and academic work. fanfic is a hobby for me, i am not getting paid, and im sorry but i just don't want criticism on something i only do for fun 😂 like i cannot FATHOM the arrogance a person must possess to leave unsolicited criticism on a story they are literally getting FOR FREE!! what!! imagine going to a free orchestral concert and telling one of the violinists afterwards why you think they played x, y, and z badly. HELLO??? IT'S SO RUDE??? now, it's totally different if an author requests critical feedback, of course, but when they don't??? this is my biggest pet peeve fr, especially bc there's no way to be totally sure how old a fanfic writer is, if the language their writing in is their first language, how long they've been writing, etc. etc. if people had left some of the "critical" comments i've seen across fics on the work i was writing at 12, i promise you i might not be writing fic today!

in sum: i love concrit, just not regarding my hobbies

11. what’s something neat you’ve learned while doing research for something you were writing? also, how much do you worry about doing research in general?

butterfly kisses is full of bug facts i researched, including that when left on a car in the heat for too long, the dead bodies of love bugs are so acidic they can erode the paint (not so much now bc car paint is made to withstand that, but still). for match point, i did a lot of googling about what people need to wear when riding motorcycles (and ended up having to disregard several things bc Plot, but i was very intrigued by the fact that many motorcyclists have custom-made boots).

overall, i don't Hugely worry about research for my fics. if something needs to be researched, i'll do so, and if nothing does, then nothing does, yk? i tend to be more focused on character dynamics and introspection in my writing, meaning i rarely find myself needing to research, for example, worldbuilding (if that makes any sense lol)

#amy answers #kodi these were a joy to answer tysm #lady-tortilla-chip

[mcalhenwrites]

I think your writing is great, and I wish I could write as well as you! I especially love your worldbuilding.

If anyone is giving you concrit that makes you feel demoralized, then they don’t know how to give concrit. Constructive criticism should always in the end leave you encouraged to keep writing and improve. They probably just aren’t your audience and don’t realize that their tastes aren’t objective truth.

I can only really talk about ao3, but it’s really difficult to get readers for original works that aren’t straight up porn. Even with fanfic, stats will always be better for a poorly written fic in a popular ship with popular tropes than a masterfully written fic in a dead fandom or unpopular ship. I really wish there was a place with the openness of ao3 for original works! But as it is, please don’t let stats affect your confidence in your writing.

-Your fan :)

Thank you ;A; I don't think the intention is to leave CONcrit so much as just tear me down. I know with the fandom situation (will not go into it too deep, but that affected tons of authors of the same ship) was more about a territorial pissing contest that made it hard to want to publicly share anything I wrote for the ship. Other writers were viewed as a threat and competition to be smothered out... and I just don't have the spoons on any given day to do more than crawl backwards into my cave and let them have their damn spotlight. Wasn't in it for the spotlight when I used to have panic attacks (and still do) if I get TOO much attention. xD; (I want my writing to be popular, but also I do not want to be perceived, and I want my writing to be just enough to make a living.) Funny enough, that experience was such an outlier for fandom experiences. I spent a lot of time in the Tales of Xillia fandom, where most of the artists and writers were cheering on others and inspiring them. It was such great energy. I was so clueless for someone in his 30s that fandom could be that hostile, which is saying a lot since I've been into FF7 and Kingdom Hearts since the early '00s... (iykyk...) My AO3 stats are mostly fine. Seasons didn't even have any smut and is my most popular work ever, even over anything I wrote in fandom. I noticed a dip in readership as it continued, but that became more about my worries that it had gotten too big, plus... I have been told frequently that my endings are always messy and often rushed. I've worked hard on fixing that, but maybe now they're too slow. Or I just haven't done as good at improving my endings as I thought I had? I don't know. And yes, there's a huge lack of comments on AO3 too. That's a general thing, not just my experience. One reason why I'm determined to always leave comments as best I can, even if I have low spoon days and can only just leave a short one. (I also... postpone reading a lot if I'm low on spoons, bc if I am too out of it to comment, I won't read until I CAN do that...) But like... the kudos and bookmarks are not bad. Generally. Especially for my original works. They're better than expected in some cases, disappointing in others... I don't think reception is ever consistent to be fair. :') The main thing is that I post to the void of social media, and social media never interacts. My average interaction to my writing-related posts is 0 notes/likes/etc. That should say something about how much it's worth to other people. (To myself, it's the world. I think the only thing that bothers to keep me alive, is that I can write.) I really wanted to publish some of my original stories and at least contribute a little to my financial situation, but if no one is showing interest in my writing, why would they buy it? Not really difficult to think they wouldn't. (And as far as the whole "why not just write as a hobby and get a job" argument: I'm disabled and have no skills, and I do not handle being under pressure with serving the public whatsoever, I just cry or get flustered and break down, and if I see anyone get mad at a child in a store, I just SPIRAL. As for the skills, I'm not kidding: I do not have any. I never went to college or trade school, I've never had a single extracurricular... I'm honestly surprised I went to public school, considering my dad didn't want to buy school supplies and said education was stupid. So almost everything I've learned is by sheer willpower, because I struggled in school with almost nothing but Fs from 6th grade until my last three years of alternative high school... and I went an extra year.) I'm just desperate to survive at this point, and writing is the one thing I can do... (Or thought I could...)

I want to add that I'm still writing. I've been working on my stories and even editing some of the older ones to polish them. A part of me doesn't want to give up the dream of at least self-publishing and selling even 50 copies of each book I release (better than nothing), but... another part of me is also like... Hahaha keep it to yourself, Cal. I've been told that I should plenty of times. That it should be enough that I even wrote in the first place. But... weird, that comes from people who constantly post their own writing. As if they also want readers. Huh.

[stanurines1mp]

Free

FREE /friː/ -able to act or be done as one wishes; not under the control of another.- Freya Ludwig's past of solitude soon changes as she meets the main squad of the Scout Regiment. But is she just another slave of loneliness or will she find the one to set her free? From Attack On Titan / Shingeki No Kyojin, An Eren Jaeger x Fem!OC Story.

𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯'𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢

𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 ɴᴇxᴛ → 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

Hi, everyone!

First off, I wanted to say thank you very much for choosing to read my book! 

If you're a follower of mine, I promise I will be publishing the sequel to my Armin fic. And if you're not, welcome! (what're you waiting for? come follow me!)

I wrote this book quite a while ago and finally decided to publish it now bcoz I am stuck in writer's block for some Bleach fanfics. But don't worry about this book getting discontinued! Because I have written it until the end, all that's left is to publish all the chapters! Anyway, please pretend that this book makes sense because it was really mostly just self-indulgent. 

And of course, I do not own any of the characters except for Freya Ludwig nor do I own the existing plot apart from the one I created for this book. Those belong to the genius, Hajime Isayama, the mangaka of Shingeki No Kyojin / Attack On Titan. 

This story follows the plot of season 4 until the ending so manga spoilers if you haven't finished reading it!

Anyway, here are some trigger warnings! If I missed any, please let me know!

1. Death (it's AOT).

2. Angst (it's AOT).

3. Blood (it's AOT).

4. Murder.

5. Floch (let's be real he needs a warning).

6. Manga spoilers.

Once again, thank you very much for choosing to read this! If you are interested in any of my other works, feel free to look at my profile :) 

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Please vote or like the chapters and it would mean a lot if you leave comments :) I love to read comments and I would appreciate any constructive criticism or thoughts :) I'm always looking for ways to improve my writing :)

Thank you very much and enjoy!!

-Nawal S.A.-

#aot #attack on titan #snk #aot angst #snk angst #attack on titan angst #shingeki no kyojin #fanfiction #levi ackerman #romance #attack on titan eren #eren jeager #eren jaeger #eren x you #eren x y/n #eren yeager #eren x oc #eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger fic #eren jaeger fluff #eren jaeger angst #armin arlert #eren #eren angst #eren fic #anime #anime fanfiction #anime oneshot #anime angst

[izzythehutt]

People leave negative reviews!!!!!!on!!!Black!!!Mask!!!!

*narrows eyes in Neville Longbottom* I’LL FIGHT EM COWARDS

Don't worry, lol.

It doesn't happen that often anymore, because why bother reading something that's half a million words if you don't like it? I used to get more negative comments on In the Black, especially when I was actually posting the chapters. It usually amounted to disagreeing with my interpretation of the characters (that's fine, click the back button) or accusing me of being an "abuse apologist." Sorry you don't want to live in my heightened reality universe where people blackmail their children to show they care and "insolent whelp" is a term of endearment!!!

I don't think my writing is beyond criticism by any means, but in general I subscribe to the "don't like, don't read" school of fandom comment etiquette. Nobody is making you read this, I'm writing it for free, and quite frankly—99.9% of negative comments I've received haven't been useful or constructive. Usually it's just impolite complaints that the story is not catering to the reviewers' exact desires/characterization choices, completely off-topic lengthy dumping of personal trauma that has nothing to do with me or my writing, or the fanfic equivalent of a "reason why you suck" speech for why they are quitting the story.

Newsflash: I don't care about any of the above. This isn't Yelp. If you don't like it or don't want to finish it, you can just peace out and...not explain why? I don't actually care and am annoyed you're unloading this onto me.

(Shout-out to that one reviewer who called Sirius a "bitch" who just rolls over and does whatever his parents tell him, that one kind of did make me lol.)

The most annoying review I ever got was an anonymous comment on FF.Net explaining at length why Colette sucked and was boring and asking why I had bothered to write her into the story, and could I please change course because it had been such a terrible idea?

I think what annoyed me most was that this was done anonymously, so there was no way to DM the person and actually chat with them about it and defend the artistic choice WHICH HAD BEEN FORESHADOWED IN THIS UNIVERSE FROM DAY ONE. Like they thought I was going to answer these charges in the body of the next chapter? Eff off.

On the flipside, I saw someone on a forum mention that ITB had too many adverbs, to the point where they found it distracting. That was an actually useful criticism from a writing POV. I definitely did use too many adverbs in that story, lol. Or reviews where the person is confused about some aspect of the story and asks for clarification are fine.

You don't need to give a dramatic, Jerry McGuire style exit speech if you quit my story, is my point.

#the black sheep dog #asks #fandom #fandom etiquette #fandom lore

[tswaney17]

Accidental Chemistry Holiday Series - Part 1: A Tree for Three

Merry Christmas!! I had a couple of holiday prompts for my Accidental Chemistry AU, and I wanted to share at least one for Christmas. Don't worry! More holiday prompts should be coming. I'm still working on a few. 🎄❄

The prompt can be found here, thank you @nikethestatue!!

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Credit to @featherymalignancy for Cassian’s nickname, Cash. 😘

Trigger warnings: minor language

Word Count: 1,323

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Azriel had never had a Christmas tree since he moved out of Rhys’s parents’ house. Never had a reason for it, nor wanted to deal with the mess of the pine needles after dragging it into and out of the house.

But when he happened to catch Elain scrolling through various Christmas décor images on Pinterest, he decided that perhaps this year would be a good time to start a new tradition. Especially since this would be Ollie’s first Christmas.

He couldn’t be the reason Ollie had a shitty first Christmas.

So, he placed an excessively large order of ornaments, and stockings, and garlands, and everything else to turn his house into Santa’s fucking workshop. But if it made her smile, which she had been prone to doing more and more these days, then it was fucking worth it.

Three days later, his garage held seven delivered boxes of Christmas decorations. The only thing missing—a tree to decorate. Az buttoned his flannel and grabbed the small box he ordered for Ollie, strolling out to the living room where Elain sat on the couch, giggling as her son squealed from the floor.

She glanced up at him, brows raising as she took in his outfit. “Hot date?” she teased, cheeks flushing in that cute way of hers. She’d been doing that around him a lot recently and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t give him some sweet satisfaction.

Az shot her a lazy smile. “Yeah.” Her smile faded. “With my roommate and her cute son.” He pulled the box from behind his back. “Put Ollie in this and let's go get a Christmas tree.”

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[femme-xx-fatale]

Just Hold Me For Now

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of self harm, depression, attempted suicide, poor body image, and swearing.

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: I haven't published any fanfics in literally years, but I've really been inspired to start writing again lately, so constructive criticism is welcome but please be kind!! I'm still quite rusty haha <33 Also, I would love to take writing requests :))

Also, my intention is not to romanticize depression, self harm, etc., I have genuinely tried to write this is a way that doesn't glorify any of that, but having gone through a similar experience, this was very healing to write.

You were standing in front of the full length mirror in your bedroom, tears dripping down your cheeks as you examined your reflection in the glass. You were wearing a pair of black, Nike shorts that stopped at your upper thighs, and an oversized, grey tee shirt that had definitely belonged to your boyfriend at one point. Your hair was thrown up into a messy bun, and your skin felt especially clean and soft, mainly due to the fact that you had just finished a long shower.

One detail about you, however, stood out from the rest. Long, deep scars covered some parts of your body, and god did you hate them. The way they looked running up your arms and thighs like steps on a ladder disgusted you, and brought old feelings of shame and regret up to the surface once again. How could anyone even love you?

The scars were old, you hadn't cut yourself for a few months now. It had been long enough, in fact, that though they had once seemed forever red and angry, they were now turning white with age. That didn't change the fact that they were horrible reminders of dark times, reminders you couldn't possibly get rid of.

As you looked at those dreadful scars, you remembered vividly the day that your boyfriend, Peter Parker, had demanded that you never hurt yourself again. You had been sitting in a bed at the hospital, with Peter crying and begging you to never hurt yourself again as he held you close to him. He had held you so tightly it seemed to you that he was afraid of you slipping away forever, even if the worst had already been avoided. The night before you had landed in the sterile hospital room, he had found you passed out in this very room, in a puddle of your own blood. The blood stains on the carpet came out, but it still hurt to look at the carpet, knowing where you were that night. Before then, he hadn't known you struggled with self-harm, and he was stunned at the news. He was terrified to loose the love of his life. He almost did, honestly. If he had taken even a few minutes longer to find you, then you would've slipped away forever. But he was really your superhero, and he saved you that night.

He had always told you that night would never leave his memory. You guessed that finding you like that, not even knowing you were unhappy, must've been horrible for him, and a pang of guilt hit you in the chest. You definitely weren't thinking about cutting again now, but the sight of the irreversible scars was depressing, and the embarrassment and shame of it all definitely wasn't going away anytime soon. Even though some of your close friends and family knew about your trip to the hospital, and must've assumed you had scars, you still always wore long sleeves and pants in front of them. Even with Tom you felt shy having him be able to see them, but you tried not to worry too much about it with him. Sometimes, you couldn't help getting eaten up with insecurity over it, though.

As you tried to calm all of the insecurities within your mind, your crying slowed, leaving you looking slightly disheveled due to your outburst of tears. You slowly felt the raised lines on your left arm, your fingertips being overly delicate, because you remembered exactly how much they used to hurt.

Suddenly, you heard the sound of your bedroom window being swung open, breaking through your thoughts, Instinctively, you reached for a hoodie that was crumpled up in the chair next to you. Unfortunately, you weren't quick enough, and the person entered the room before you could hide your arms.

"Y/N?" Peter asked awkwardly, somehow sensing that this was possibly a bad time. He'd gotten into the habit of coming in through your bedroom window, as your parents didn't exactly enjoy the idea of your boyfriend spending late nights with you.

Before you could even speak, his eyes drifted towards your uncovered arms, so you crossed them awkwardly across your chest. "Shit, Peter! You scared me!" You yelled, kicking him lightly on the shin with your foot.

"I didn't mean to scare you..." he mumbled awkwardly, eyes still glued to your forearms, but eventually traveling up to your face. You knew he noticed you'd been crying. How could he not, with your tear-stained cheeks and puffy eyes? He hesitated for a minute before saying anything, but eventually pointed out the obvious.

"Were you crying?" He asked, and you sighed, knowing he wouldn't let you lie your way out of this one.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Peter, you'll be surprised to hear this, but actually, its none of your business," you replied sassily, catching a glimpse of your red eyes and tear stained cheeks in the mirror as you spoke.

"Drop the attitude, I'm only trying to help, Y/N," He reminded you, not unkindly, but seriously. "Let me be here for you, please baby."

"I'm just upset," you relented after a few seconds of silence, wiping at your eyes with the back of your hand.

"As if I hadn't guessed that," Peter replied, rolling his eyes a little. "Let me see your arms a minute." The second he said that, you crossed your arms around yourself even more tightly.

"Well, they're right here," you muttered.

"Can you cooperate and actually hold them out for me so I don't have to make you?" He asked, even though you knew full well that if your answer was 'no', he would leave it at that. Even though he didn't always act like it, he did respect you completely. Normally, you loved his persistence and sassy attitude, but today, it was much less appreciated. You hesitated a moment before finally holding them out to him. He grabbed your hands up in his bigger, stronger ones carefully, rubbing his thumbs gently over the nearest scars, close to your wrist bone.

"Y/N..." He trailed off, and you thought you caught him tearing up. "You know I love you so much, right baby?" You felt yourself tearing up again.

It didn't take long for you to end up wrapped up in his arms, your legs around his waist as he held you close to his chest.

"How can you stand me?" You whispered after a few moments of quiet that only the crickets and soft breeze outside your window interrupted. You said it so quietly, that you didn't know if Peter had even heard you.

"What do you mean, babygirl?" he asked quietly, genuinely confused. You buried your face further into the crook of his neck before responding.

"I don't know... I just... You know so many pretty girls, but here I am. My scars are so ugly, they make me so ugly," you said, fighting back sobs the loud sobs that begged to be released from your throat. Tears were flowing freely from your cheeks, though.

"What? Y/N! You're like the prettiest girl I know," he said, not quite sure exactly what to say, but knowing he loved you and thought you were absolutely beautiful. "Listen babe, I mean it. You're so pretty and your scars don't make me see you any differently!! Like you're gorgeous and beautiful and just so damn pretty babe, like I don't even know how I pulled you-" You shushed Peter, cutting him off, but now you were smiling through your tears. You were feeling much better than you had before, and thanked him.

"I love you too baby," you smiled, kissing him gently.

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