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[greenlyren12]

Waytelem

Neteyam x Reader

word count: 1k

Summary: Tradition with Neteyam

A/N:

"Individuals create a songcord that is used as a tactile representation of their own personal or family. Na'vi create their own song cords and expand on them continuously, adding a new item to the cord for any significant life event that occurs."

"Traditionally, once a Na'vi male has passed the tests on the path to manhood and has been accepted into the clan as an adult, he is not only allowed to make his bow from the wood of the Hometree, but he is also expected to choose his woman."

Two blue feet glued to the wooden branch below you, focused on keeping balance, you strolled ahead under the shadow of greenery. Rays of sunshine pooled beneath you, serenity chirping around, causing your ears to flutter. 

Stopping at almost every step, you lovingly caressed the manifestations of the Great Mother. From sensitive to the touch, peach colored mushrooms to hanging azure vines. Every breath you took was synchronized with the forest. 

Happiness was simple. 

As all things seemed in tune, a particularly annoying tail kept disturbing your peace. Finding the joy in tickling your nose and poking whichever eye it chose. Having enough of it, you swiftly seized it between your grasp and tugged on it.

“Neteyam, you säsrätx!”

The boy fastened his pace and collected his tail back with a toothy smile.

“Ikniyama is close, this should not even phase you.” The young na’vi snickered.

“That was your last breath, skxawng.” You evilly laughed and began to chase him, pinching the back of his legs whenever you could. 

Both of you quickly climbed up the trunk of a particularly large tree. Ascending to a naturally formed platform, secluded from the eye. Neteyam was first to sit down, carefully putting his bow and arrows beside him. 

You followed, going by his side, slapping his cheek with your tail. Proudly sitting down with your legs crossed, you expected a reaction - and none was received. Instead, he remained seated in front of you, a smug smile painting the lower half of his face. Not even looking at you, he busied himself with detaching his songcord from his waist cloths. 

You mirrored his actions, getting yours out.

“You know, this is unacceptable behavior from the future Olo’уektan.” An emotionless statement from you, which purpose was to get under his skin. 

Finally meeting your gaze, Neteyam laid his songcord on the ground.

“And this is the behavior expected from a child.” He said with a smile. 

The boy did not mean for it to hurt, but it did. By the clan’s way he was an adult, having completed the rite of passage. And you - half a year younger and still a kid. Being born again, it scared you. The uncertainty never left your weary shoulders. But it was close, you could do it. Conclude it and become a functioning member of the clan.

Neteyam’s soft nature immediately noted your silence. 

“You know I did not mean it.” The boy worryingly said while reaching out to caress your hand. 

Meeting his copper eyes, you let your face fall down.

“I will wait for you.”  He matter of factly reassured your downcast frame.

I will wait for you, he said, of its true meaning you pondered.

Would he wait for you? 

Both of your lives were intertwined from small children, you had always known him. Seeing him grow from Neteyam the Mighty Fisherman to Neteyam the Fierce Warrior. The youthful adoration was now a clumsy teenage love, but none of you dared to say a word. Ever since you could remember you had always done everything together. it was natural, you just always lingered by his side and he by yours. it was funny actually, right now was one of those moments. 

it was a tradition to weave your songcords together, if you had a closer look at them you would see they were almost identical. 

His last words had your cheeks become a deep shade of purple now, ears back, you squeezed his hand.

“Do not speak of such things, Nete.” Your tone low from embarrassment. 

His hand from yours went up to your nose to flick it so you could look him in the eye, missing your usual demeanor. 

“Whatever you wish, yawne.” The young na’vi went back to fiddling with his songcord. 

“Neteyam!”

You spent the next hour twining a fragment of an ikran’s tooth between the string. From when Neteyam claimed his own ikran and as it was your first time climbing the Hallelujah mountains. 

With Neteyam’s help you crushed it to smaller bits, so it could be easily woven into the cord. 

The time shared together was mostly spent in singing personal songs, only for your closest to hear. It served as an escape from the daily chores of life, hidden from parents and siblings. 

“I think i’m done.” Neteyam broke the silence first. 

You grabbed his hand and pulled for closer inspection, catching the boy by surprise. It was now your turn to make him nervous. 

A shy expression and a tight line forming on his mouth, he intently looked and waited for an answer.  

“It’s beautiful, Nete.” You flashed a toothy grin, fangs poking out. 

“Thank you.” His expression made your stomach turn, this boy would be the death of you. 

Neteyam retracted his palm and pulled out petals from a sun lily. His hand unsurely remained in front of him, scared to proceed. You curiously gazed at the boy, irises enlarging and tail nervously swatting. 

“Come closer.” He sweetly commanded, closing the space between you. 

For the first time ever, you silently obliged, standing on your four limbs, you waited. Something was different this time, the air was heavy, you dared not ruin it.

Neteyam carefully put the flower petals behind your ear, making your breath hitch. He pulled back, remaining a few inches from your face, noses almost touching. None of you moved, intently looking into the other’s eyes. You could see the light reflecting in his tawny orbs. 

He was beautiful.

The young na’vi slowly closed the space between your lips. The sweetness of the first kiss, gentle and loving. Scared of everything, both of you barely moved. You delicately pulled back, meeting his eyes and diving back in with a smile. This time more confident, Neteyam cupped your cheek, keeping you in place, growing eager by the second. You have no idea how long you had stayed like this.

And then you felt it. 

A tickling sensation on top of your heads, both of you pulled back, carefully looking up to inspect. 

A woodsprite gently hovered above you. 

He will wait for you.

Na'vi translation:

waytelem - songcord säsrätx - annoyance iknimaya - the rite of passage for young Na'vi skxawng - idiot olo’eyktan - clan leader yawne - beloved

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[cowboydisaster]

I have a prompt idea if you're still looking for some! How about the reader finding and taking an itty bitty kitten that was orphaned and Arthur's real grumpy about it at first but then she finds him asleep on the couch with the kitten curled up on his chest and he's got a hand over it protectively or something. I know that's not really Christmas-y, but I thought it would be cute! Looking forward to all your writings as always 🥰

* ˚ ✦ Moonlight * ˚ ✦

pairing: arthur morgan x f! reader

word count: 1k

a/n: Sorry this was late, it's been a madhouse around here. Anyways, i love this prompt and it makes me want a house cat SO bad. i also love grumpy arthur and if you couldn't tell already, domesticity is my roman empire rn.

cowboydisaster's christmas countdown: THREE days 'till christmas!

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“No.” Arthur growls, voice stern, resolve set. Your eyes are as big as dinner plates as you continue pleading and begging. Your lip juts out, even, testing his patience, shaking his resolve.  Arthur is notoriously bad at telling you no. When you’d asked for a second baby, he’d willingly agreed. When you’d asked for the house, and the farm, he’d made it happen for you. But this?

“Please, Arthur… Where else is he supposed to go?” You whisper so as not to wake the baby, sleeping soundly in her bassinet. 

“I don’t give a damn. Not here.” Arthur grumbles, placing his tools from work on the table. You follow him around the kitchen like a shadow as he opens and closes cupboards and drawers, putting away all his items from the day. 

Arthur is pointedly trying not to look at the little black ball of fur nestled in your arms. He’s afraid that if he catches a glimpse of those big, sad eyes, he’ll agree with you, and he’ll have an extra mouth to feed.

“Where’d you find it, anyways?” Arthur says, turning, sighing as you push the teeny kitten up towards his face, holding it under its little armpits. 

“I found him stranded on the road back from the market. Look at him, Arthur. He’s not well. We’ll have to feed him.” You plead. Arthur’s fingers pinch the bridge of his nose as he stops and turns around. You nearly run into his back, stopping just in time. 

Arthur gets a good glimpse at the little feller then. He’s just a little cat, probably only a few months old. He’s far too skinny, and his jet black coat is ruffled and dirty from the elements. You hold the cat out to show Arthur, and then he sees the little, white, crescent-shaped mark that adorns his forehead, right between his blue eyes. Arthur releases the bridge of his nose, sighing grumpily. When his eyes crack open, and he sees your pleading face, perfectly matching the cat’s expression, he gives up. 

“Goddammit, fine. Jus’ throw him in the spare room, n’ I’ll find him some fish or somethin’.” Arthur says, rather dramatically, in your opinion. You hold the kitten close to your chest, your spare arm wrapping around the man’s neck. 

“Oh, thank you, Arthur!!” You smile, kissing him quickly before popping down from your tiptoes. 

“Yeah, well don’t get all cheery just yet. We’re tossin’ him back out in the snow as soon as he’s good and healthy.”

— — — 

The rocking chair swings back and forth quietly. Your hand gently taps your daughter’s back, and you hum quietly. She’d woken you and Arthur up in a fit, hungry, raising her little fists into the air and giving you both hell. But now, her little belly is full, and a peaceful silence has fallen over the house once more. The moonlight streaking through the windows tells you that it’s early morning, and you sigh at another night’s lack of sleep. 

“Easy, baby.” You whisper, quietly and slowly standing from the rocking chair, swaying her in your arms until you reach her bassinet. 

“Good night, my sweet girl.” You whisper sweetly, pressing a kiss to her little forehead, brushing some peach fuzz out of her face. 

You push the nursery door open quietly, eager to find your place next to Arthur in bed again.  But a few steps down the hall,  you stop in your tracks, a familiar voice coming from the living room. 

“Yeah, well you’re a right bastard, y’know that?” Arthur whispers, and you suppress a laugh, peeking around the corner. 

Arthur is sitting on the couch, feet propped up on the coffee table. Laying on his chest, nuzzled against his thick arm, is the little kitten. He purrs loudly, eyes closed, awfully content in your husband’s arms. Your heart melts in its cavern at the sight, and you watch the scene play out with bright eyes. 

“The lady is puttin’ the lil’ one back to bed, I figure I might as well do somethin’. So, make no mistakes, partner. We ain’t friends.” He whispers to the kitten, but contrary to his harsh words, Arthur’s finger scratches gently behind the kitten’s ear, pulling deep rumbles and purrs from the little animal. A few moments go by with Arthur’s hand resting protectively on the little cat. 

“Y’know, you are kinda cute… But don’t tell the missus I said that. I don’t want her thinkin’ I’ve gone soft.”  

You suppress a chuckle. 

“I reckon we should call you Moon… cause you got a little one right between them big eyes.” Arthur hums, eyelids growing heavy the longer he rests on the couch. You clear your throat gently, making him aware of your presence before stepping into the living room. 

“Didn’t see you there.” Arthur says, sitting straight on the couch, cheeks tinted pink. 

“She’s asleep.” You smile, “I see you’re making friends.”

Arthur exhales sharply, a huff of a laugh, “Me and the cat? Nah, he uh– he wouldn’t stop hollerin’ so I tried holdin’ him.” Arthur excuses, hand still wrapped protectively around the sleeping animal. 

“Right.” You raise an eyebrow, “You comin’ back to bed, then?” 

Arthur hesitates, looking up at you, then down to Moon. 

“I’ll be in shortly, sweetheart. Just gonna stay out here a little longer with him so he doesn’t go wakin’ you or the kids up.”

You smirk, “Alright then, Arthur.” 

 A kiss is planted to his lips before you head to the bedroom, and he sinks back down on the couch with Moon tucked into his arm. 

Five minutes turn to ten, and ten to thirty. And when you wake up to start breakfast, your husband is still cuddled up on the couch. Snores fall from his lips, matching the time of little content purrs coming from Moon, sleeping in a little ball right on Arthur’s chest.  So much for not giving a damn. You chuckle to yourself.

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[anna-scribbles]

hey anna! the wait for kwami’s choice part 2 truly is abysmal and it’s so hard to navigate through the tag with all the leaks about, do you have any fic recs to tide us over until gloob puts us out of our misery?

not only do I have fic recs, I also have way too much to do rn and therefore will spend an inordinate amount of time crafting a detailed rec list for you 😘 (we can also just consider this my 2022 ao3 wrapped lol)

goes without saying perhaps, but ANYTHING by @peachcitt is gold and also uniquely devastating, some of my particular favorites being:

metamorphosis - 97k, enemies, sleepovers, you get it. i'm normal

those benevolent stars - 23k, ladrien thief/prince/soulmates au. what more do I even need to say

chat noir's white french man hit list for feminist purposes - 7k, hilarious and devastating, this fic is a child to me

double dare - 32k, ladrien, absolutely everything. cemented my friendship w/ peach bc I had to scream at her everyday abt it

I thought the plane was going down - 11k, attuned to my tastes specifically, adrinette having a History while on airplanes

@carpisuns also puts out banger after banger like it's her dayjob, specializing in understanding the ridiculous nature of the lovesquare to such a degree and also being the funniest person alive. some of my faves from her are:

tell me something I don't know - 120k, the marichat fic EVER, mar's dissertation on lovesquare and guess what she's right

pink - 14k wip, adrien loves marinette, SOFT

two idiots and a hamster (collab with @botherkupo) - 24k, adrinette roommates, makes me cry laugh

@picayunearts is a goddess on earth. she bends word and image flawlessly to her will. recently she has enraptured me with

final girl - 41k, marichat, au where marinette succeeds in giving up her miraculous to alya in origins. INCREDIBLE marinette character study

@rosekasa invented ladynoir and i'm not afraid to say it. check out everything on her ao3 but just note the following

when things were good - 15k wip, breakup fic/post hawkmoth takedown, has been ruining me in a SPECIAL way

new marinette 12k, post-guardianship memory loss marinette, a classic

like poles of a magnet - 12k, enemies au, hurts my feelings

ya'aburnee - 13k, ladynoir, HURTS ME VERY MUCH. I'VE NOT RECOVERED

@buggachat's fics always feel like i'm attending a course on adrien and marinette's true characterizations explained to me by someone with a PhD in lovesquare and I walk away enlightened. she has an incredible gift for storytelling and just Getting It. anyway read

maintaining a professional distance - 43k, ladynoir hotel room shenanigans, god-tier characterization

when you're near 10k, ladynoir dating but adrinette have never met, a classic

@sha-nwa should honestly quit her career and write lovesquare fanfiction for me full time. proof:

the way I loved you - 68k, marichat break up fic, will be cemented into my mind forever

photograph - 1k, sweet adrinette, abby loves making me cry

things WOULD be amiss if I did not mention @officialratprince (carolinaa on ao3) bc their fics derailed my homework schedule on several occasions last semester, though I'll be honest that their fics are not for the faint of heart or those who wish adrien agreste to have a good time. my faves are

I will take it / it can't go wrong series - 3 fics at 16k, 25k, and 39k, adrien's journey through experiencing child abuse and his friends being there for him, culminating in gabriel's court trial

home sick - 14k wip, adrien gets pneumonia and Everything Is Really Bad

other various fics I love for various reasons:

how hawkmoth got his groove back series by @agrestenoir - 2 fics at 3k and 1k, one of my favorite crack fics i read last year. had me crying laughing

1 step forward, 3 steps back by agnes writes - 10k, breaks my heart every time I read it. also makes me legitimately angry at adrien while still keeping him in character which is a feat in and of itself

the last day on earth by reiaji - 10k, chat blanc keeps happening as marinette gets older, I am incapable of not recommending this fic

okay now go forth and don't do your work<3

#such a struggle for me to hold back and not just list every single one of everyone's fics. #looking at this list I realiize that I in fact read a lot of fanfiction #I cant even find it within myself to feel cringe about it bc these are all legitimately so GOOD #ml #miraculous ladybug #ml fic rec #mlb fic rec #anna rambles #asks

[rosedom]

Happy 1k!!!!! I haven’t been following your blog for a long time, but congrats!!

For the alphabet thing could you do T, U, V, and W for Baizhu? I don’t see a lot of asks for my sweet boy :(

-🍦

"you have summoned BAIZHU for the event . . ."

A/N : aaa baizhu ,, he is so terribly underrated. his release was so anticipated, then it just . . . fell off. my baby<3

✦ㅤㅤT = toys (does he own toys? does he use them? how often? on a partner or himself?)

"does he own toys?" do you know baizhu? he owns so many toys, from vibrators to dildos to a strap on he keeps especially for you to use on him; he's got a sybian, too, but that stays under his bed, kept away for the days you're with him . . . after all, a toy like that—it's difficult for his frail body to stay perched atop it without your help. the sybian is his favorite, easily, but it's a rare treat for him to indulge in. lubin' up the seat of it—from his amalgamation of lube that i know he has, ranging from the flavorless fragrance of violetgrass to the tasteful zaytun peach or sunsettia—, getting his sensitive cock settled on the jut of it and settling his cunt into the valley . . .

baizhu's the type of guy to rely solely on toys to get off, and he gets off pretty often at that. he doesn't usually use his own hands to bring himself off—it exerts far too much energy, and, besides, he tends to fall apart all shakey n' trembling before he can cum. while he may not masturbate everyday, it's plenty enough for him to be very familiar with his body, with the toys that make him feel best. (in other words, though, baizhu has definitely accidentally overstimulated himself. without you around, it's difficult for him to parse when—and how, even—to get the overwhelming stimulation for a toy off of him. he's so weak, post-orgasm, and on the days he ends up overstimulating himself more than usual—well. it's time for a jack-off break, isn't it?)

✦ㅤㅤU = unfair (how much he likes to tease)

oh my godddddd ,, he is the ultimate tease, both intentionally and not. he loves petting you in the spots that really get you goin'—from brushing his fingertips lightly across the exposed nape of your neck to your sensitive wrists, he's got you wrapped around his finger with nothing more than his look and gentle touch. he's a doctor, for chrissake: he knows where to touch you to get the most visceral reactions !

and as for unintentional, just look at his outfit. he doesn't hide the softness of his body at all; in the day-to-day, his soft stomach stays exposed, his waist bare for your hands to grab. and, with how sensitive he is, goosebumps almost always erupt across his skin when you do it; it's simply ravishing. the delicate way his hair falls, too, all graceful and braided up, is tantalizing—and baizhu doesn't even think of the things his somehow thick yet wispy bangs do to your heart (and your dick) when he brushes himself in the morning. every inch of him is perfect.

baizhu loves to tease because he loves your reactions. he may intend to tease, or he may not; but at the end of the day, he knows your reaction, and he knows when you're keyed up. maybe it's just the fact that he's so beautiful that he's so effortlessly teasing: he's not so dissimilar from a soft lamb. he's all lamb-like in the flutter of his eyelashes, in the vulnerability he gives to you so readily ૮꒰/ฅ//ฅ//꒱ა

✦ㅤㅤV = volume (how loud he is, what sounds does he make, etc.)

though he's far from silent—a pretty symphony of gasps, whimpers . . . he's not very loud. he's just naturally that way, too; he never has to push himself to be quiet in intimate scenarios, he just is. quiet, however, is not silence. he never muffles himself, even as your fingers nudge up against that lil' bump in his cunt, even as you lick across his cock. his lips will smack against nothing, the wet sound of his tongue n' spit echoing around your head with each barely-there plea. it's like his vocal chords are shredded, like this, but i wouldn't have it any other way.

✦ㅤㅤW = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

BAIZHU IS THE TEMPLATE FOR A PILLOW PRINCESS !! this man never lifts a finger when he's with a partner, with you, and it's so mmmm . . . it's partially from trust, the way he can give himself up to you entirely, but it's also another form of a tease. he lies in wait for you, all pretty eyes and submissive moans and sensitive body—it's hard not to cave into his desires. he thrives with a service top—not one he has to dominate, but one he can trust to dominate him, instead, with nothing but gentle pleasure. he thrives underneath someone else, another person to maneuver him willy-nilly. you, however, will need to assure him that you enjoy this play; let him know that his pleasure is most important, here in your bed.

really, he's just so used to being treated like glass because people think he will break; but with you, he's treated like glass because he is yours, the apple of your eye and life who you dare not to harm. baizhu deserves the absolute world—of pleasure, that is.

hhhh it's kinda unrelated but i can't stop thinking about pressing up against baizhu's back, keeping him nice n' snug on that sybian of his . . . nnnn this may become a future drabble (⁠*⁠￣⁠(⁠ｴ⁠)⁠￣⁠*⁠)

5 APR. 2024, @rosedom, rosey .

#ㅤ✦【 EVENT 】 #mmmmm i love him. i love him so terribly #alphabet #sub genshin #genshin smut #sub baizhu #baizhu smut #dom reader

[thisismeracing]

omgg finally congrats for 1k millie so happy for you 🥳🤩 srsly guys just follow her for your daily dose of vitamin mick lol 🤗

Uhmm anw just because we haven't seen him for a while can i req Mick + dissapear + angst? 😶‍🌫️ thankyou

Dissapear | MS47

⸺ the one where Mick is ghosted (or where he falls for an online girl and she disappears - because maybe she's closer than he thinks) ✓ mentions of ghosting, reader has a nickname (peach).

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It started with a wrong number. Lewis had passed him the cellphone of what was supposed to be the Merc main mechanic because the German had lost it somehow. However, when Mick texted asking about what time they would meet to do sim work, he discovered it was the wrong number.

That didn't stop them from talking while he waited for the right number and then for Patrick, the mechanic, to show up. He discovered that the number belonged to a girl, and that was about it. She was fun to talk to, and the time flew by him. When he said goodbye and went to work he didn't think they would talk again, but life doesn't always go as planned, and after finishing Sim work that night he was exhausted but couldn't seem to sleep. He asked her a random question, praying for her to be awake or for his text not to disturb her night.

The thing was, Mick was feeling lonely. Yes, he did have friends, yes he did have fans, and he had everyone and everything he wanted, but somehow he felt like something was missing.

And during the six months he spent talking with Peach -the cute nickname he gave her after discovering her favorite fruit was peach, Mick felt seen. He felt free to be who he was and to share the most random thoughts that passed through his mind without being afraid of judgment.

When they beat the six months mark he started to be more open about how he wanted to meet her in person. To which Peach would always find an excuse or change the subject. The truth was, Yn was afraid of meeting him, she was afraid he wouldn't like her the way he liked him, and she was so close, closer than he thought. What would happen once Mick discovered his online friend worked with him? What would happen if he thought she wasn't as pretty as he pictured her to be?

"Peach, please, answer me" "It's ok, we don't have to meet, I'm cool with just talking" "Just please don't leave me on read, I really like you" "I like talking to you" "Peach?" "Don't disappear, I'm worried. Give me a signal."

And just like that she stopped answering him. Trapped in her own fears. Tasting how bittersweet love could be. And forever wondering "What if?" because what if Mick liked her in person too?

― ⋆🪩 VOICEMAIL: Thank you, nonny!!! <3 I tried something reeeeally new on this piece, and I let my imagination run wild for a second, so I hope it's not that crazy, and I hope you like it *mwah* don't forget to reblog and comment, guys. Love yall

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[blueparadis]

❝ SAVE YOUR BREATH ❞ + SHINJI HIRAKO ❪ playing ⌗7, ⌗8 & ⌗9 ❫─── via radio line ❛ anatomy of emotions ❜〳 from this is what ____ feels like !

[ content and themes ]::f!reader x fwb!shinji hirako, angst, ex! boyfriend aizen souske, fluff; 1k word count. // [ tag index ]

There has always been an awful connection between the monsoons and the morbids in Seireitei. It is the cold. It is the cold that stays after the downpour. It is the cold that makes one feel alone, helpless till sadness strikes your heart. Shinji is aware of this.

However, he can not understand why he feels lonely and helpless on such a bright sunny day. Perhaps in the world of fragile mortals, things work in a different manner. Being a Shinigami for centuries and floating amid the mundanity is an unending road of misery and darkness for him. Shinji does not remember, his memories of this world, but the trail of mishaps from Seireitei to Hueco Mundo he followed led back to the girl he dotes on.

You are sitting opposite to him in a peach-colored floral dress with different-sized roses embroidered on it. It is a delightful colour but you do not look happy. The cafe is crowded and your boyfriend, Hirako attracts every pair of eye that passes by him. His waist-length blonde fall of hair is tied by a strawberry rubber band you left at his place last time. He is wearing a simple full sleeves top with grey jeans.

Shinji speaks stretching one of his arms to keep the cup on the plate, “Do you remember when we first met? ” sustaining his inclined sitting posture. He does not sound sad, or angry. It is hard to pinpoint how exactly he is feeling. Maybe because he is too focused on yours, he worries that you might disintegrate into someone else.

You smile barely as your gaze remains intact, on your thighs. Sucking in a small breath you look up to your boyfriend nodding. “Yes.I do.” You take a sip of tea. “To be honest, of all the people I have met in this life probably yours is the oddest and hence, the most memorable.” Your voice trembles a little at the end.

Shinji asses the way you speak. He is calm, almost too calm. He thinks back on the question he just asked you. He can not say the same about you but that does not mean he has forgotten it, does not mean he holds no regard for all those memories he created with you. If he were to be honest he would say that he has too many options to choose from. He is unable to pick the best. Does he even need to? Can't he keep all of them safe in one place?

Every memory that he has shared with you, spent with you — all those lazy morning brunches that ended with sleeping during the warm afternoon being wrapped with each other under the futon, all those sleepless nights that he spent with you watching the stars, then watching you, kissing your moles and counting them like the stars. He would get bored if he counted the stars in the sky but never when it comes to counting the moles on your body. You kept him on his toes, invested with your cute little reactions to his habits and actions. Sometimes he would watch you cook and listen to how your day went and some other times he would wrap your legs around his waist with his cock shoved inside you, eliciting moans from you, drawing constellations on your skin with his lips and teeth so that when he leaves you think of him and only him.

Shinji has not spoken for almost two minutes. He is falling, drowning in a pool of memories he was never supposed to. He is as silent as a pond. You are like a pebble to him. You have created ripples in his soul that went beyond his imagination. And now those ripples are turning into waves; a pond now slowly distorts into a river. You were just a mission to him, but here he is sitting at a cafe with you, so desperate to find a reason for himself not to go away or to leave you alone. He does not even know if he is getting attached or dependent on you or if is it the other way around. Those tears in your eyes are what confused him.

And that is the very reason why it is so hard to forget, to heal the hurt in you. Shinji has no complaints. He could take away your memories and act like nothing ever happened between you two but would he really be okay with you having to forget him? Probably he saw it coming or a tiny part of him always knew that his relationship with you will not thrive forever. Ever since you saw Souske last week at work you knew you had to end this arrangement with Shinji. This odd arrangement of 'playing boyfriend' to plug the cleft that Souske left behind.

Aizen being back in town changed everything. Shinji realized that he can not keep playing boyfriend for you. He forgot he was here to protect the vessel holding one of the seven keys to open Pandora's box. You might be lying to him by saying the reason for your break up is just you need space and a short break but Shinji knows he deserves it. At least he thinks he does because he had been lying to you all the time about so many things, about the fact that he knows Souske or about the part where he is interested in you just because Souske choose you to be one of his vessels. Shinji exhales deeply. His slouched posture finally breaks as he leans forward, tucking some stray strands behind his ear he admits, “There’s nothing you could have done. I understand. It's okay.”

It is anything but not okay. How could it be? How could he be so serene and inert? You look around the cafe, seeing different types of people — teenagers, elders, couples- and realize how everyone is living entirely different lives from one another, having their own waves. Sonder, they call it, is the realization that everyone has a story.

You press your teeth lines against each other, your vision blurs for a second and your breathing hitches. “It wasn’t supposed to end like this.” You mumble. “why does it feel like this is goodbye?”

Shinji tucks a few hair strands behind your earlobes. His lips parted. “because it is one.”

“Here is your order ma'am.” The waiter remarks keeping a pastry in front of you shooting you a quick smile. You look at the waiter for a few seconds and then shift it in front of you. There is no one sitting opposite to you now. You check your phone. There are still five minutes left for the blind date to arrive, the best way to not be tense about it is to eat and what could be better than trying different flavors of pastries?

@underratedcharactercorner @angelshub

#angelshubnetwork #shinji x reader #bleach x reader #bleach x you #bleach x y/n #bleach x female reader #bleach smut #bleach shinji #bleach scenarios #shinji hirako x reader #shinji hirako #shinji hirako smut #aizen sosuke x reader #aizen x reader #aizen x y/n #aizen x you #sosuke aizen #aizen #aizen sousuke #smut drabble #bleach angst #bleach fluff #bleach fanfiction #bleach fic #fluff and angst #fluff and smut #fluff and feels #angst fic #angst fanfic #angst drabble

[outtoshatter]

today we are spotlighting the wonderful @elisela! She has so many lovely fics to choose from!

Bite Sized:

workday mornings | G | 631 tags: domestic fluff, alternate universe Summary: “Then we have the thing at six,” Stiles calls out, setting his coffee cup on the island before hastily removing it and wiping the ring of coffee it had left behind before it sinks into the marble and causes a permanent stain. He glares down at his damp hand, sets the cup on a dish towel he probably should have hung up the night before, and crosses to the sink.

half of my soul (as the poets say) | G | 920 tags: alternate universe, long distance, fluff Summary: He yanks the pillow next to his over his face and gropes for his phone on the nightstand. “Siri, call Derek,” he directs, voice scratchy. Calling is such a familiar motion that he could probably navigate the screen without looking at it, but the last thing he wants is to mess up and be forced to talk to someone else at 4:36 in the morning.

thirty-six | G | 541 tags: alternate universe, established relationship, emotional hurt/comfort Summary: "Do you know how it feels to have someone change their whole life just to make you happy?” Derek asks. Stiles takes a cautious step into the room, plate of sandwiches in hand, but his husband doesn’t even look at him. His eyes are fixed on the opposite wall, staring at the mural so new that Stiles swears he can still smell the paint.

follow through | M | 606 tags: college, professor Derek, coach Stiles, established relationship Summary: The force with which Stiles slams the paper down on the desk causes a coffee cup to rattle on its coaster, and he takes a moment to despair that he’s in love with an idiot who insists on using coasters despite the desk being treated like garbage by every professor who had used it for the past thirty years.

Not right now, though. Right now, he’s decidedly not in love, and most definitely pissed.

hold you through | G | 956 tags: emotional hurt/comfort Summary: Derek’s fallen asleep again.

Over 1k:

Almost nothing | E | 2k tags: porn without plot, smut Summary: Sometimes it takes almost nothing—

—Derek’s hand will close around his hip, Stiles will kiss him and fist a hand in the back of his hair, tugging until Derek’s head is tilted up and he can bite down in the junction of his shoulder.

—Stiles will crowd up against Derek while he’s doing dishes, or folding clothes, slinging an arm around his waist and playing with the button on his jeans, and Derek will reach behind him and pull him closer.

wild about you | G | 1k tags: human AU, meet cute, sports Summary: Derek scowls at her even as he accepts the corner of the poster, gingerly, even though he knows he’ll be covered in pink glitter within two minutes. The edges are tattered from being crushed in too many hands, crepe paper flowers smashed against the glass in front of him often enough that they’re pressed flat. Everything about it screams it was made by Allison’s kindergarten class, except for the careful bubble letters perfectly centered: Marry me, Stiles Stilinski.

West coast swing | G | 1k tags: alternate universe-sports, developing relationship, fluff Summary: Somewhere in the air over Colorado, Derek gets cold feet.

here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed | T | 7k tags: canon compliant, post-movie, fix-it Summary: Stiles doesn’t go home right away.

The urge is there—when he answers the phone to Lydia’s shaking voice, when he gets the text from his dad, when he stares out at the sun glowing soft peach and golden over the buildings in D.C. and he thinks about Derek never seeing another sunrise. It’s there weeks later when he gets a check from the Estate of Derek Hale, when he crumples it up and throws it in the trash, when he fishes it out an hour later and tries to salvage it by weighing it down with a book from the Hale vault.

It’s there, it’s there, it’s there.

Stiles doesn’t listen to it.

Because Stiles isn’t going back to Beacon Hills to say goodbye.

mountain man | G | 1k tags: bookstore, getting together, fluff Summary: “Mountain man is here,” Scott whispers in his ear, hands gripping Stiles’ shoulders as he carefully moves behind him in the narrow space. “Biographies.”

Bonus- Over 10k!:

you can wear my sweater (if I can have your heart) | T | 12k tags: sports, hockey player Derek, soccer player Stiles, alive Hales, fluff Summary: “It’s fine,” Stiles says, but he stops at the bottom of the porch when Derek closes a hand around his elbow. His scent is evening out, mellowing from humiliation to embarrassment, and his heart skips a few beats when Derek touches him. “Really, I misread everything. Jordan said—” he stops, again, and Derek has to stop himself from asking because what Jordan said isn’t the most pressing issue.

“I thought you were joking,” he says, keeping Stiles’ arm still even as he starts to pull away. “Whatever Jordan said, he didn’t tell me. You’ve been teasing me for weeks, I didn’t think this was any different.”

Stiles turns to face him, and this time when he pulls his arm back, Derek lets go. “I’ve been asking you out for weeks,” he says, a thin trace of amusement through the resignation in his voice. “It’s fine, dude, just a misunderstanding. I’ll stop.”

Go check out elisela's AO3 page, where she has even more terrific fics to choose from! Remember to mind the tags, leave a kudos, and maybe drop a comment!

#sterek #sterek fandom #teen wolf #author spotlight #elisela #derek hale #stiles stilinski #spotlight saturday #i am so sorry i didn't post this yesterday #i forgot what day it was

[potofstewie]

2:42AM

A/N: It’s 2:42am and the old man has been rotting my brain for a few days now so apology for it being visually lackluster. NSFW MDNI

W/C: <1K

He needed you. Maybe that’s why he was currently trying his damnedest to make you stay, to make you see how much you needed each other. He didn’t allow his mind to wonder on how he performed compared to him, he simply couldn’t. He didn’t want to know. He didn’t want to know if he held your plush legs tighter and higher than he did. If he hit deeper and harder and faster than he did. He didn’t even want to know if he could give you a better orgasm than he ever did.

All he knew in that moment was that you were the remedy to make his pain go away and he was yours. He knew that this was never supposed to happen. But he fucked up. All it took was an hour of sitting in silence before he leaned over and touched your lips with his. He couldn’t even call it a kiss. All they did was lightly touch each other, spit not even present on his peach colored lips. He knew that you shouldn’t have stayed put, millimeters away from his face, eyes looking up at him in a mix of anticipation and a barely hidden plea of help.

He couldn’t help but freeze when you reciprocated his action; your own “kiss” nothing but a soft touch of starved lips. You did it a second time and then he followed suit on the third time. The fourth time was when you both allowed the hunger to take over, to finally allow each other to grace another pair of lips with a kiss filled with emotion. Filled with love with no home, filled with yearning that will never be properly satiated, filled with lust that lay dormant for so long, waiting for the persons that would never come back from the dead.

The haphazard mashing of your lips would deepen and grow hotter as his calloused hands traveled to your cheeks and pushed you closer; his body craving for you. He sank into the feeling of your rushed and anxious hands snaking up to his neck and tangling in his flame colored hair; scalp missing the touch of another. The jaded and retired warrior knew that if this were to continue, things would forever change between the two of you.

He was grateful, of course, to know that his last remaining son would be far away for a few days; aching to see his friends that resided in the mountains. There would be no witnesses to the sinful act of betrayal he was committing with the lover of his eldest. As his battle worn hands traveled along your body, removing your clothing and fondling every nook and cranny and curve that was left abandoned, the man couldn’t help but look forward to the following morning.

The following morning where he’d wake up feeling a warm back flush against his naked chest; his arm wrapped around the torso and legs tangled together. The morning where he’d stay still and listen to your breathing as the events of the night replayed in his head. The night where he poured every ounce of his deserted love into you, body and soul. To him, it was more than just a mere sexual act with you. To him, it was a conversation of longing. Of needing. Of making promises to stay by each other’s side and not leave the other, no matter if romantic feelings were involved or not. The man just didn’t want to be alone again.

Feeling his eager length finally make its home inside you, you yourself began to see the taboo and disgraceful act as something more. To you, it was a trip into the past. A reminder of all the things you could no longer have. A past filled with laughter and sweet love. A past of promises for normality and safety. A past of grief and loneliness. With each powerful thrust of misplaced desire into your needy pussy, the images of him entered your mind.

The past and the present would blur with each moan of pleasure and blink from your tearful eyes. In that moment, there was absolutely no difference between them. To you, it wasn’t a moment created from sitting in a room with a man you never knew you’d be sharing the same mental torture with. It was a moment of reunion after months of separation. Months of wondering if he’d ever return to your embrace.

The unfamiliar feeling of stubble rubbing on your face with each rough and begging kiss didn’t wake you from your delusions. The deeper pitch of his groans rumbling from his body and the more rough fingers gripping and prodding your body didn’t make a difference to you. It wasn’t until the moment your release arrived that the man fully realized what was going on.

He was making love with someone he shouldn’t have ever been so intimate with. His mind that was in the midst of recovering from years of drinking whispered how bad the situation was and how much worse it would be if he released into you. But seeing your pussy coat him and your face scrunching up from the force of your release almost made him give in and decorate your walls. The man finally opted to release on your stomach; the warm feeling of his seed eliciting a soft moan from your spit covered lips.

It wasn’t until the morning after when you awoke to the feeling of a muscled arm tightly wrapped around your torso that it dawned upon you the act you committed. As a silent tear left your eye and traveled across your nose, you couldn’t help but squeeze the fingers of the man; the action a signal for comfort. It all felt so wrong but yet, you couldn’t deny just how amazing it all was.

How amazing it was to be kissed again, to be held with so much warmth and protection again, to be touched again. A soft sniffle resounded from your grief and shame stricken body as his fingers that intertwined with yours squeezed back. His grip on your waist tightened even more as you finally allowed more tears to flow; the minimal acts of squeezing comforting to you.

No words needed to be said that morning, just the soft sniffles and sighs from you echoing in the room. The man couldn’t fault you for reacting that way. He couldn’t fault you for staying put with your naked body sticking to his own nude body. All he could do was place a soft yet understand kiss onto your shoulder and hold you, his intimate action saying nothing but:

Stay.

ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ, ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ, ʙɪɴᴅ ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ. ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏᴛᴏꜰꜱᴛᴇᴡɪᴇ™ 2023

#original stew #shinjuro rengoku x reader #shinjuro rengoku #shinjuro Rengoku smut #rengoku Shinjuro smut #I really love this idea #of reader and shin connecting #sexually or platonically #after Kyojuro’s death

[ninjas-and-coffee]

I used to draw like this in highschool and wondered why nobody liked my art lmao

 💀 💀 💀

Old vs newish so i don't die of embarrasment.

So talking time. I was into Ninjago since like 2013. I got my first art tablet in like 2015 and it had 0 and i mean 0 pen pressure. Which didn't help that my process was basically copying other cooler people. Most of these came out 2017-2018 Like damn i remember Erraday, artcanary, maypong, blackcat(this one might be wrong it was a while ago.) Some older ones i forgot the name of. When the nindroid jay comic was out. "Proselytized"from Prpldragon.

I am just floored that i'm still here. And HOLY SHIT ART PROGRESS

For the record this blog is not that old. This blog was started in like 2020 after i accidentally deleted my entire fucking account. But that one was started in 2018 and before that I had another account as like Ninjaofsugar? ninjaofmagics? i don't remember from like 2016. And no you won't recognize my art, it was shit back then and very sporadic. Took me a long ass time to find myself. And build a style that wasn't following tutorials or borrowing cheats from others' speedpaints. Seriously I had like 6 different art/identity crisis' depending on who i was following at the time. like tinylightningninja, wlop, ryky, squira130, spinningninjas, rossdraws, feefal, ProNastya, Sakimichan, ninja-tiddy, and others lmao. So yeah. If you squint at my art now you can see exactly which artist inspired different pieces of my art. My self indulgent gradient of peach to blue, too many sparkles, body proportions, hair styling, etc. All eventually molded into something that is completely me while also being like 20 other things. lol

Umm also about to hit 1k (which has never happened to me before holy shit! i think ill do a dtiy with prizes this time.) Before i didn't have prizes cause i fear commitment and have a fear of failure. BUT i'm better now so yeah. Coffees1k Lets GO!

#ninjago #art progress #jay #lloyd #morro #coffee speaks #coffee doodles #pixal #kai #personal post #old vs new #im only tagging characters first names so i can find this post later #coffee art

[gender-darling]

(⠀🎀⠀) : ❝ Soleimonetuo ❞

[ Image ID: A rectangular flag with 7 horizontal stripes. The colors in order from top to bottom are dark purple-ish gray, dark rose, soft peach, off-white, yellow, orange, and carrot orange. The flag beside it is identical. ID end. ]

— ❝ Soleimonetuo ❞ : ❝ A gender that can only be described with the sun/moon, sunrise/sunset, blessing/omen dynamic one has with their [x]p ❞

　　—　For day1 of @revenant-coining's 1k followers event ! Based on the prompts "sunsets/sunrises" and "daylight/sunlight" ^ ^ Don't tag as xenogender or xeneo !

Please read my rentry before interacting ! Don't repost ! ♡

Like what i do ? Consider donating to my Ko-Fi !

#(⠀🎀⠀)⠀⦂⠀ ❝⠀darling's creations⠀❞ #rev1000event #soleimonetuo #liom #liom term #liomogai #liom community #mogai gender #mogai community #mogai post #mogai term #mogai pride #neogender #mogai friendly #mogai safe #gender coining #lgbtqia #lgbtq #lgbt pride #lgbtq pride #mogai hype

[nonnieapple]

🌩. . . w e l c o m e . . .🌩

🌧 n a v i g a t i o n:

☂ f a n f i c s:

⛈  a d v e n t u r e  t i m e 

 ☾”With Thorns And Honey” (Green Knight x demon reader) r: e    ☾(Oneshot) ☾"Siren Song" (Marshall Lee x reader) r: t ☾(Oneshot) ☾“Strings”  (Marshall Lee x reader) r: t ☾(Oneshot)

☾“Midnight Surf”  (Marshall Lee x reader) r: m ☾(Oneshot- follow up to "Strings")

☾"Blood" (Marshall Lee x reader) r: e☾(Oneshot) ☁️  f i o n n a & c a k e

☾"Mall Emo, Mall Time, Mall Crime!" (human!Marshall Lee x reader) r: t ☾(Oneshot)

⛈ s i l e n t  h i l l / b d b

 ☾”Sin Of The Blade” (Pyramid Head x reader)(Ongoing) r: m     ☾ 13/20 chapters +Bonus

⛈ k a m i s a m a k i s s

   ☾  Peach Pit (Akura-ou x g/n reader x Tomoe) (Ongoing: weekly, Sundays) r: m ☾1- A Hanging Branch In A Garden's Home☾2- Hidden Underneath ☾3- A Rocky Heart For Breakin' Teeth ☾4- An Apple Core's Cyanide Seed ☾5- Long Season Through ☾6- All This Rotting Fruit ☾ 7- Lift Back And See The Darkness Hid ☾ 8- Swallowed Up And Angled In ☾ 9- Looking Back At Sweetness Dim (Release date: Sunday, April 28) ⛈ f u t u r a m a ☾

⛈  t h e  o w l  h o u s e

  ☾”Emperor’s New Clothes” (Emperor Belos x reader)(Ongoing) r: e    ☾1-”Like Gold Dust”      ☾2-”Gold Stars”

  ☾”Howling With The Wolves” (Emperor Belos x oc)(Ongoing) r: m      ☾1-“Between Dog And Wolf”     ☾2-“Life Of A Wolf”, part 1       ☾2-“Life Of A Wolf”, part 2

     ★d r a b b l e s . . .

⛈ d i s e n c h a n t m e n t 

    ↳ “I’ve Bean There” (Queen Tiabeanie x reader) r: t      

⛈  a d v e n t u r e  t i m e

      | “Watermelon Face” (Marshall Lee x reader) r: t

↳ “Cold Comfort” (Marshall Lee x reader) r: g

🌧 a b o u t:

  hey, i’m nonnie. anonapple on ao3, and quotev, nonnieapple on wattpad. he/him. fanfic writer when you’re not looking.  i have more wips than god has regrets.

🌧 r u l e s:

   • d n i if under 18. • d n i if exclusionist, general dickhead, etc. y’know the jam.  • if a fic is listed but not linked, it’s wip. longer works are on ao3 and the links are links to ao3. • ★ [a star] means drabble (shorter, less than 1K word oneshot).     ☂ [an umbrella] means fanfic (longer, over 1k words, oneshot or multiple parts).

🌧 r e q u e s t s:

• closed atm. if you have an idea (for a fic, or headcanon) related to marshall lee, prince gumball, marceline, simon petrikov, emperor belos, darius deamonne, bean, luci, satan, dagmar, akura-ou, tomoe, ryuo sukuna, send it in, i might reply or write a drabble. don’t send fucked up shit though.

  ⛈  r a t i n g  s y s t e m:  a o 3

#o t h e r #n a v i g a t i o n #under construction

[cyber-phobia]

KNY fic recs

Blue 17k complete

A convenient demon blood technique sends Giyū to a timeline where he's dead and Sabito's alive. [Sabito/Giyuu]

The Reason 1k complete

Akaza visits the grave of Rengoku, and starts to understand why said man refused his offer.

Cyanide At The Center Of A Peach 8k complete

In another life, after killing a Lower Moon and establishing himself as the sole survivor of a terrible massacre, Kaigaku became a Hashira. This… does not change much.

where the ocean meets the sky (where you end and i begin) 20k in progress

“Why am I following you?” There isn’t an ounce of fear within him as he inclines himself forward, closer, closer, until his nose nearly brushes Kyojurou’s. “Because I missed you, of course, Kyojurou.” [Akaza/Kyojuro]

Collision Course 23k in progress [Boku No Hero Academia crossover]

Bakugou, Midoriya, and Todoroki end up switching places with Tanjiro, Inosuke, and Nezuko during a fight. Chaos ensues.

The Holly and the Ivy 5k complete [Boku No Hero Academia crossover]

When Tanjirou sees an unfamiliar kid dressed in green, he's not sure what to think. But it turns out he has more in common with Deku than he knows.

Dreams Of Crimson Snow 3.5k complete [Boku No Hero Academia crossover]

When Izuku began to have dreams involving the former users of One For All he had been quite startled but after a while, it became a new normal, much breaking his bones came to be. But when he suddenly began to have dreams about a small cottage on a snowy mountain it was fair to say that something was up.

Found Family of Fire 8.5k in progress [Boku No Hero Academia crossover]

After his ill-fated battle with Akaza, Rengoku Kyojuro wakes up in another world, one with quirks and new technology and very quickly a new family for him to join.

I'm You, Exactly the Same, but also Your Direct Opposite 27k in progress [Boku No Hero Academia crossover]

Genya and Katsuki body sharing AU. [kny manga spoilers]

#kny #kimetsu no yaiba #fic rec #demon slayer #bnha #my recs

[sugawarassoulmate]

Kyoutani + Don’t U Wait No More 🍑 please ?

words: 444

cw: fem!reader, virginity loss, backshots, rough sex, minors dni

when kyoutani reluctantly admitted to you that he was a virgin, you’ll admit you were a bit surprised. you were sure your tough, intimidating boyfriend was way more experienced than you.

how could you guess he was a virgin when he was so good at eating you out? most dudes didn’t even know where the clit was and your special boy made sure to give it extra attention every time his tongue was on you. and yet when you wanted to take that next step in your relationship, the tips of kyoutani’s ears turned red and he started stuttering — completely unlike him.

“i’m a fucking virgin, alright?” he growled, actively avoiding your gaze. he fully expected you to laugh at him but you smiled a promised to guide him through it once he was ready.

oh, he was ready. once kyoutani stretched out your velvety walls with his length, he turned into a feral dog eager for release. bucking into you and mouthing at your neck. “taro, slow down!”

“can’t do that, puppy,” the close, intimate missionary position he had you in has shifted. you were face-down on the mattress, hips in the air as kyoutani jackhammered into you, nails clawing at your skin. “feel so good, m’gonna split you in two.”

he wasn’t just trying to ram his cock in you, kyoutani’s fingers reached around to circle your clit. your juices gushing around him, almost pushing against his cock with his wet you were. you could practically burst from the stimulation. “please,” but you weren’t sure why you were begging, you just wanted something.

kyoutani wanted to go slow, that’s what he said. to make love to you, kiss you all over until both of you came together. next time, he can make love to you any other time. right now, his only thought is more, more, more.

you can’t help it, he’s so rough, so animalistic. the coil in your stomach snaps and you’re creaming around him. his name on your lips as you grab at the sheets below. it’s so much, you’re so warm. kyoutani can’t process all these new feelings at once. he’s gonna—

“ah—fuck—puppy, i can’t,” he has enough brain power to pull out before he spills himself all over your lower back. he’s never cum this much. not from fucking his fist or when you first sucked him off. kyoutani didn’t know this much was possible. he’s in awe.

meanwhile you had collapsed onto the bed, feeling spent and satisfied. you mumble for kyoutani to grab the wipes on the side of the bed to clean you off, which we does with shaky hands and whispered apologies.

#haikyuu #haikyuu smut #kyoutani x reader #kyotani kentaro #kyotani x reader #kyotani smut #kyoutani #kyoutani smut #kyoutani kentarou x reader #kyoutani kentarou smut #mad dog x reader #haikyu #haikyu smut #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x reader #1k event #peach has 1k followers #🍑 #🍑kyoutani

[valenhell]

From the studio that brought you “I can’t find good Byler fics in the ao3 tag”, comes:

"The Definitive Byler fic rec list"

Literally no one asked for this but because I spent the majority of last year (...and 2019, and 2018...) reading byler fics and coping with life, I thought I’d make a list of some of my absolute favorites. 

The other day I was basically starving for some byler fics and the angel @magicalfairy provided me with some of her faves so I thought I’d do the same, because I love reading, and I love all of these fics and I appreciate their writers💗 And fic writers in general, come on!

- This is a mix of long works and one-shots/short stories. - Everything is mostly fluff with a tad of angst and a lot of internalized homophobia conflict.  - Every fic is completed, except for the ones I mention that they are not. - I try my best to lay out the stories in a way that I won’t spoil you the plot but also warning you of some stuff you might don’t like. Either way, all of these fics are correctly tagged by their respective authors/owners, so read at your own risk. For better understanding, in between brackets I denote Rating, Words and quantity of Chapters. - I feel like I should clarify, none of these are narrated in the singular first person. None of that “And I told him...”, no. 

Long fics

a dream always the same (T, 99k, 35 chapters) What happened in those few weeks between the Battle of Starcourt and the Byers leaving Hawkins. Literally a satisfying and very needed fill in of season three, with a good dose of Mike’s thoughts and conflict. Mike’s characterization is specially amazing in this one. The writing style is amazing and I know the author put everything into making it historically accurate, and it was really sweet. You probably read it, it’s by the amazing sevensided here on Tumblr🧡

Spring Break (T, 120k, 14/15 chapters) The slowburn of my dreams. Lots of internalized conflict and conflict with each other. Conflict within the Party (uhh kind of), conflict with Mike and Will. Byers family has moved and the kids are visiting! Chaos. Characterization is on point. Yeah, I know it’s unfinished, but the fourteenth chapter actually serves as a pretty nice ending. 

This is where it starts (M, 148.8k, 24 chapters) Aged up characters. The Party is in college and Will disappears again, but now it’s different. Mike knows he didn’t vanish from thin air, and the discovery he and the Party end up making is pretty insane. Mystery solving/fantasy/third dimension, throw in a bit of D&D and Mike realizing some shit, and you get this marvelous fic. It’s a breath of fresh air. The world building is definitely one of the elements that stands out the most, because it’s very nicely described, it sounds like a dream and it’s completely immersive. Absolute gem of a fic. 

there’s a Starman waiting in the sky (M, 30.6k, 8 chapters) Do I need to say anything? Will is out there living his best life and Mike realizes that wow, umm, maybe his best friend looks a bit too nice with that costume... and wait, is he getting horny? It’s actually really fun and sexy.

The Evening Speaks (T, 23k, 7 chapters) In where Mike is a late-night college radio host and Will is the art student that stays up till late to catch up with Wheeler on the Mic. They flirt through songs y’all, this one is really sweet. 

heads or tails? (E, 24k, 3 chapters) Aged up characters. I know most people don’t enjoy sex in fics and with specific characters but this one is insanely well written. It’s a slowburn that commits to the tension and with every word you are grasping and anticipating their next move. I think you can find the author here on Tumblr as yousaidyes🧡

The Man of Average (M, 56.7k, 5/? chapters) Aged up characters. No but you don’t understand, the writing here is absolute gourmet. The story is exciting as well, it’s super interesting. Weirdly enough, for being very aged up characters, they are well characterized but they don’t feel like teenagers. They are naturally Mike and Will. The author really captured Mike and Will’s essence. I know, it’s unfinished and it’s updated very rarely, but this is the typical fic you can’t believe someone just posted on the internet for free. I will say though, I think it’s definitely not for everyone. Read at your own risk.

Heartstrings (E, 82.8k, 24/? chapters) Aged up characters. By the same author of The Man of Average. A collection of memories, the road to Mike and Will’s happy ever after. And fucking hell!!!!! You’ll cry and get angry, you’ll cheer for them, then you’ll want to crash their faces together because god dammit you love each other!!! But yeah, same thing here. The writing and the way the story is laid out as a nonlinear narrative is brilliant. And I also think this is one of the best Will versions I’ve read. The author might as well be the og creator of this two characters tbh. You can find the author here as mylesimeblr🧡

Sinners behind the walls (T, 1.5k, 1/1) And because I can’t stop recommending this author, a little thing of Mike tormenting himself but also being too deeply committed to Will. 

The Red Envelope series (T/E, 167K, two completed works) Something happens that Will thought was impossible and from there, pure drama and romance. Anything by this author has the potential to become your absolute favorite fic, but this series in particular is amazing. I doubt that any of you haven’t read this, but it doesn’t hurt to put it in this list. I’m pretty sure the author is serendipitous-magic on Tumblr🧡

A New Fight series (T, 91k, two completed works, one WIP) And finally the Star Wars AU that we all needed. But this isn’t your typical “Mike is Han”, “Will is Leia” and “El is Luke”, it’s way more interesting than that, and the author has appropriated the Star Wars world like no other. I’ll admit I’m not a 100% fluent in SW lore but this is amazing to me either way. This author is also on Tumblr, tea-for-one-please🧡

- Yes, most of these are (if not all), in a way, canon compliant/canonverse/canon continuation into fanon. (In a way)

One-shots and short stories

Sundae for Two, Please (G, 4.8k) Steve being the supportive friend and older brother these kids collectively need. (not Jonathan erasure, we love him). Steve is very sweet himself, and this little cute thing through his POV is gorgeous. Yes, it’s byler.

Backstage (T, 10k, 2/2) Jonathan, you forgot to mention to Will how hot your new band’s guitarist is, dude. Now he’s hyperventilating and weirdly flirting with him in the corner. Background Stonathan because why not.

102 Peach Street (G, 3.8k) Established relationship, but not only that, they are married :’’))) PURE fluff. Extreme fluffiness. Diabetes. 

sweatshirts and bottled up feelings (T, 3.2k) Or, Mike thinks that the sweatshirt Will wears looks insanely good on him. And kitchens are for lovers. 

kiss it better (T, 16.3k) Basically one of the best character studies of a few precise moments of Mike and Will’s relationship and feelings. 

will wonders ever cease (T, 11.3k) #i ship will and happiness. Omfg what a beautiful piece of fanfic. Will centric, this kid really deserves all the good in the world.

The Calm After the Storm (T, 1.6k) Tooth rotting fluff, boyfriends in love. Boyfriends being lazy, cuddling, love words, kisses. Boys loving each other’s company... Basically, Mike and Will in their element. What more can you ask for?

neither of us ready to let go (T, 4.8k) That scene from season three, but a bit of a fix it. 

Still in love (G, 1k) Domestic, married life au fluff. Y’all, I’m a sucker for established Byler, even if I can’t find many fics with it. But this is very sweet. It takes place in 2020, but I don’t think there are any mentions of the COVID-19 crisis that I remember.

I Nver Find Out ‘Til I’m Head Over Heels (G, 12.5K) Classic 5+1 fic. If you haven’t read it, where have you been? This is your moment. In where Mike keeps inviting Will to the school dances and Will thinks it’s just a joke until he realizes it’s not. 

Before You’re Gone (T, 5.9k) Will is leaving Hawkins and Mike thinks this is a great moment for a confession. This one I discovered last friday, thank you friend @magicalfairy 💗

You’re weird Wheeler (M, 4.5k) Mike unintentionally starts a tradition of going to each other to talk about their sexual encounters just after they finish. Will keeps getting more explicit with the details he shares, and he makes his best friend interested. This one is really fun y’all.

Out-Of-Town Friends (N/R, 4.6K) It’s not rated. I haven’t re- read it but I’d say it would probably fall in a T rating. So cute!! Will has new friends and sneaks off every friday and the Party doesn’t know where he is going, so Mike decides to follow him and is surprised. 

Snowed Under (G, 1.3k) By the same author of The New Fight series. Mike is spending christmas by himself in college because a snowstorm hits Chicago and Nancy can’t drive to see him, but then he has a surprise visitor. Ahhh just a lil sweet holiday fic. Super cute. 

you love me anyway series (T, 7.1k, three completed works) Literally just the cutest thing ever. Established Byler. Will loves to take pictures and he loves taking pictures of Mike. It’s adorable. 

you wanna be friends forever (i can think of something better) (T, 9k) This one is so amazing. So. Amazing. From Will’s POV, my kid deserves the world and he gets it. 

okay not to be okay (T, 4.9k) Mike is a bit sad but then everything is okay. 

can’t hold out forever (G, 18.4k) Y’all!!!!! 5+1 sweetness. Mike has been falling in love since kindergarten. And it’s long af, you’ll enjoy it. 

even if it takes forever (G, 1.3k) College short AU, they miss each other, they love each other, they promise all to each other. It is sappy y’all.

clear as day (N/R, 18.4K, 4 chapters) It’s not rated, but I’d say it falls in the T category. Strangers to friends to lovers. And also, everyone is pretty gay; we have our dynamic trio Mike, Max and El as disaster lesbians (and gay). Will works at the library and he is also gay. Lucas and Dustin and Will are the best friends we needed. It’s very sweet and the Party is kind of formed here!

I went overboard with the one-shots, so you must have realized how much I love long one-shots and I favor them over long works lmao but they are all amazing!!! If it’s on this list, I probably read it at 2 am, sobbing in my bed. So. Hope you enjoy it☺️🧡

#these are my all time favorites that i think you should read #it’s a good start #i've been putting together this post since friday #and i just realize that #apparently all of these have angst in some degree #who would i be if I didn’t read angst ajsjsj #but funny thing is that i try not to —but then the best stories are basically made of it #anyway #most of these are what I consider fandom classics #everyone in the byler fandom is so talented at writing😫💗 #is stonathan the actual ship name? lmao #byler #stranger things #byeler #byler fic rec #fic rec #ao3 #st #st.txt #me.txt #long post #stranger things fic

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shiver | 16 

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summary; your childhood crush jeon jungkook has changed since he moved out of his small town church community and attended college. when he returns for a christmas mass, you suddenly crave a taste of his fun and carefree life. in exchange, jungkook craves a taste of you pairing; bad boy!jungkook x church girl!reader genre/warnings; childhood friends to lovers, brief childhood friends to enemies, fwb!au, coercion, manipulation, catholic guilt, jungkook is a meanie who eventually turns into a soft tsundere, bicuriosity, sexual exploration, virgin!oc, eventual smut w/c; 1k a/n; i... have no excuses. i really spent all of yesterday watching george lopez and eating pasta... i regret nothing!! here it is, the last drabble in the series! these two really need to learn how to communicate kfjsd;lfjsfs;dl. i will post the teaser for the finale this week, which will include the release date and time. thank u so much for riding this journey w me, can’t wait to see the end together! i will be reopening the taglist for the finale, so feel free to shoot me an ask or reply. enjoy! [shiver masterpost]

“I don’t get it.” 

“I don’t get it either,” Sana echoes, looking up at your bedroom ceiling. There’s glow-in-the dark stars, cheap plastic that you and Sana tacked to the wall with some jumping and an Ariana Grande playlist. 

“Why won’t he fuck me? I mean, we’ve done everything else.” 

“Wow, you saying fuck is still so weird to me. I like it though.” 

“Sana. Focus.” 

“Right, sorry.” You can’t see Sana because you’re both still staring at the ceiling. The tack you got at the dollar store is very cheap, and you’re both placing bets on which plastic star will fall first. The first shooting star on the left is what your money’s on. “Well, I for one think the answer is obvious.” 

“Which is?” 

“He likes you.” 

“He doesn’t,” you snort, “he’s seen all the terrible and weird sides of me. I was so, so obsessed with him as a kid. Would follow him everywhere like a little duckling, packing extra cookies to give to him and always letting him copy my homework. It’s embarrassing.” 

“He’s gotta like you, even just a little,” Sana’s bursts of confidence have been building you up since the beginning of the semester. It never feels rushed or forced when it comes from your dear friend, instead it feels like an unraveling, an eye-opening confidence that you should’ve come to long ago, “He’s done this—albeit, fucked up favor for you because he cares about you, and he wanted you to feel comfortable about something that’s made you uncomfortable.” 

“I guess,” you whisper, more to yourself than to your bed partner. You clutch the sheets across the stomach, preparing yourself to bring the subject up later tonight. 

You could kiss Jungkook for hours. 

Why haven’t you two done this before? Kissing is amazing! In fact, you might even like it a little more than the foreplay. 

Okay not really, but kissing is very nice (especially when it’s kissing with Jungkook). 

With no end in mind, you two are lazily kissing on his little couch, pressed up against his chest in fear you’ll fall off. His arm wraps around your waist, his other hand playing absently playing with the buttons of your blouse. Jungkook’s nail flicks across the small plastic, mingling with the soft sitcom playing in the background. His lips are soft and taste like strawberry lip balm, the brand that tastes strikingly similar to the one you let him borrow a few weeks ago. He’s the definition of comfort, with his cotton sweats and glossy hair that smells like his peach hair mask. The air is soft  and familiar, and with spring on the horizon your bare legs can comfortably rest and give him full access to your heated skin. 

He kisses you like you’re the last drop of pleasure on earth, as if your taste is the last thing he’ll feel. 

He makes your insides sing electric, your body buzzing with a vigor you can only describe as bliss. 

Just as you’re about to climb on his lap however, Jungkook breaks away from you. The spell dissipates like a hazy fog, clearing to reality.  

“I need to tell you something,” he’s breathing heavily, his chest moving up and down from his white t-shirt. His lips are glossy and his hair is messy, and you try to tamp down any of those thoughts because Jungkook looks serious. Upon closer inspection, he seems distressed. 

“Okay,” you reply, folding your hands over your skirt, “is everything alright?” 

“Yeah, it’s just,” Jungkook can’t even look at you in the eye, flickering back and forth between your gaze and the television, “we can’t have sex.” 

With a singular blink, you reel away. It’s as if the air has stilled, the breathing you’ve been doing so naturally suddenly becoming hard to grapple for. 

“We can’t?” 

“I don’t want to,” Jungkook clarifies, pulling the words as fast as he can as if it pains him to say it, “I’m sorry.” 

Your palms start to sweat, your words catch in your throat and you suddenly feel very hot. Not in an attractive way, but the way a small child feels when they’ve been refuted or denied something. “Why?” 

“The reason why I refused the first time,” Jungkook replies vaguely, “it’s wrong.” 

“I’m wrong?” 

“No, never—” Jungkook makes no moves to touch you even though he’s trying to soothe you. Five minutes ago everything was fine, and now he just pulls this! “It’s just. You shouldn’t be having sex with me, you should be having sex with someone you love. Someone you’ve fallen for and will take care of you.” 

“Who’s to say you aren’t that person?” you snap back, sitting up straighter. 

He shakes his head, getting up from the couch, “You don’t love me. What you feel is puppy love, it’s whatever leftover feelings you’ve felt over the years. I want you to fall in love for real.” 

What he’s saying, is so stupid! You don’t know what complex he has, what conversation or what he’s heard to make him convince himself this, but you don’t like it. “If you don’t want me Jungkook, you can just say so,” you reply bitterly, fighting the sting in your eyes as you watch Jungkook approach his bedroom door, “don’t tell me what I want or need.” 

“Fine,” Jungkook mutters, “you should go.” 

There’s a lot of things you could be doing right now to make him stay. Between the two of you, you’re supposed to be the more logical one. Think, think! 

Yet when you come up with a few choice actions, it plays out in your head all muddled and blurry. You can’t imagine Jungkook weakening when he puts his mind to something, clouded by his own judgement. 

More importantly, you’re scared. Scared that if you say something so deep and profound, he wouldn’t want you at all. 

You watch with an open mouth, glaring holes into Jungkook’s back as he closes the door to his bedroom behind him, effectively shutting you out. 

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[vanderlustwords]

AHHhHHH i love spooky season!!!!!! Can we get a Bucky x reader at a costume party together? 😍

SPOOKY SEASON STARTS 🧡🧡🧡🧡

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

summary: Steve's just so fun to tease. You're pretty sure he said he was going as Luigi this year to match with Bucky. Or was it Mario? [College AU]

Note: rip to reader. Warnings for very, very terrible pick up lines LOL

count: ~1k

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The party is crowded just as you suspected it would be arriving late, and late for a frat party that didn't start until 11PM.

You try to adjust your Wonder Woman costume you threw together last minute as you attempt to find your friends. The school year had been so busy as it was your final year. Your group of friends had no time to coordinate a group costume idea and branched off as different things.

You're pretty sure Natasha was somewhere in a sexy nurse costume, and Wanda was a witch. You first caught Steve standing in the distance talking to some girl and smiled.

Steve was probably the only person who had put some effort into his costume this year. He coordinated with Bucky to be Mario and Luigi, even going as far as to use temporary dye to color his hair to match.

You stared at his board back in overalls with a green shirt and matching hat. You smirked as you began to walk up to greet Steve, ready to ruin his flirting with whatever girl he was standing with. It would be revenge for coming over last week to study with Nat and stealing your last brownie.

As you got closer, you wrapped your arms around his waist, your chin over his shoulder as you purred, "Hey, handsome. Think you're up for a repeat of last night's activities? I might not be the princess but you can definitely taste my peach."

The girl standing with Steve had a look of shock as her jaw dropped. She immediately huffed before glaring at the two of you before storming off.

You started to laugh as you unwrapped your arms from around his waist and stood in front of Steve.

Except.

When you looked up—it was definitely not Steve.

Bucky had his brow quirked at you, the tip of his ears red, and he adjusted his hat over them.

Shock and mortification flood your body as you open your mouth, but no words come out.

How could you mistake Bucky for Steve—

"I know I drank a little yesterday, but I don't think I was wasted enough to forget jumping into bed with you," Bucky says after he clears his throat.

"Oh, god—" your mouth finally starts moving. "No—I—that's not—I thought you were Steve!"

Bucky's face drops. "You slept with Steve last night?"

"Oh my god, no!" You squeal, mortified, and wonder if maybe the roof would just collapse and put you out of your misery. "I was just—I was trying to get back at Steve for stealing my brownie last week! I remember him saying something about coming as Luigi for halloween and being gungho enough to dye his hair tonight."

Your cheeks were on fire, heat from the embarrassment making you both sweat and wanting to cry.

Why did it have to be Bucky?!

Despite becoming friends with Nat and her group last year, you were still so tragically awkward around Bucky. He was just so...Bucky. You couldn't help but be nervous sometimes.

"Well," Bucky gestures awkwardly to himself. "Steve couldn't help but want to be Mario because Sharon was coming as Princess Peach."

"Luigi saves Princess Peach too..." You mutter as you look away, sweeping at your hair to hide how flustered you were. You were silently praying to a higher entity to let the world end at this very moment.

Bucky's eyes drag over your form, and he gives you a slow smile.

"Not this Luigi," he licks his lips, eyes twinkling as he lifts his hand to adjust your tiara into place perfectly. "This Luigi would prefer to be saved."

"You want to be the damsel in distress?" You laugh nervously.

"Only if Wonder Woman is coming to save me," Bucky smirked. "I think it's the least she owes me for scaring off the Ariel I was talking to."

"Oh god, I'm so sorry—I can find her if you'd like—"

"It's fine," Bucky cuts you off with a shake of his head. "I highly doubt it would work out. Her pickup line about making her collection complete was terrible. Your peach one was much better."

You let out a choked laugh but silently wish Bucky wouldn't bring that up again. You were never going to live down the embarrassment of telling Bucky Barnes he could taste your peach.

"I'm just...I'm going to go find Nat or die in a hole. Whichever happens first," you jerked your thumb in some obscure direction.

But just as you are about to leave, Bucky grabs your hand.

"Well, hold on a second there," Bucky laughed. "We might as well go together. You're already here with me."

You look reluctant, but it doesn't deter Bucky, not when this is the most you've ever talked to him despite hanging out in the same group for a while now. He's never had so much fun.

"C'mon," Bucky dragged with a teasing smile. "If it makes you feel better, I can tell you a cheesy pickup line in return."

You mull it over for a moment, trying to not draw attention to the fact Bucky is still holding your hand, and it's stupidly big and warm.

"Fine," you relent but look at him sternly, lifting your finger at him. "But it has to be a Super Mario pickup line and just as embarrassing as mine."

Bucky seemed to mull over what he could say as he lifted his other hand to rub the back of his head. His eyes widen slightly when the pickup line comes to his head.

"You may not be a brick block but I can pound you all night!"

Silence falls swiftly after Bucky finishes saying it. His cheeks turn aflame as his mouth opens and closes multiple times, but just like you, couldn't find anything to say.

Suddenly, you sputter out an uncontrolled laugh, slapping your hand to your mouth. Bucky follows along quickly, bellowing as he adjusts his hat, and you can see the tips of his ears are red again.

"That was so bad," you try to catch your breath, wiping a tear from the corner of your eye.

"Even?" Bucky just smiles.

"Yeah," you smile back.

"Should we try to find everyone else then?" Bucky asks as he looks around, but it's gotten even more crowded.

You bite your bottom lip and shrug. "I'm in no rush. You?"

Bucky squeezes your hand and says, "Not even a Star Power could make me rush."

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