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daysofyellowroses · 2 months

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red rose ii

kerry von erich x reader | 2.6k | sequel to this story (you can read this as a standalone as it's basically just plotless and i won't expect anyone to read a 10k fic just to know a backstory) | 18+ minors dni - this is plotless smut because i felt like it, enjoy!

“I now pronounce you man and wife, you may kiss the bride.”

A chorus of cheers rang out from the congregation, hands clapping together as whistles rang out around the church.

You met Kerry's eyes, standing across from him in your pink, puffy bridesmaids dress. He gave you a wink and you rolled your eyes with a smile as you cheered on Kevin and Pam, the two of them starting to head down the aisle. After a moment you were by Kerry's side, your arm in his as you began to leave the church.

“Second time today you've walked me down an aisle,” You grinned, looking over to your boyfriend. “Making a habit of it, are we?”

“Might just be,” Kerry teased, giving you a kiss on the cheek. “hope you don't mind.”

“Not at all, I encourage it.” You smiled, watching a shower of rice wash over Kevin and Pam as they walked out ahead of you.

There was some standing around as the wedding photos were taken, all the various relatives and friends being swapped in and out, the photographer giving more demands thanan army sergeant. Part of you felt a little silly being in the photos, being a bridesmaid alongside Pam's old friends, but you had still been so thrilled when she'd asked you. After all, the two of you had become friends, which was a joy.

As Kevin and Pam took pictures with their parents, you rested your head on Kerry's shoulder, his arm around your waist. David and Mike stood across from you, bored expressions on their faces that made you smile.

“Can't memories be enough?” David sighed as he rested his hands on his hips, looking over to the photographer. “I'm starving, I'll eat his damn camera if I need to.”

“Give me half,” Mike sighed, folding his arms. “A crumb, anything.”

You smiled as you turned and whispered in Kerry's ear, his hand tightening on your waist.

“I'm still full.”

“Good to know,” He murmured softly, grinning as he looked down at your dress. “You know, you really can't tell this thing was crumpled up on the floor a few hours ago. All that panic for nothing.”

“I wasn't the one pulling it off,” You grinned, your hands coming to rest on Kerry's shoulder. “that was all-”

“You!” The photographer snapped, gesturing to you and the boys. “get on over here, all of you.”

“You hold him down,” David looked at Kerry. “I'll get the camera.”

A couple of hours later, you were taking your seat after your latest twirl around the dancefloor. You took a sip of your drink, looking out to the floor filled with people having the time of their lives. Your gaze fell on your dad, smiling as you watched him and Carla sway together, laughing about something and unable to keep their eyes off each other. A moment later, Kerry came and sat next to you, his arm resting over the back of your chair.

“Having fun?” He asked, looking over to you with a smile.

“Of course,” You grinned, leaning over to give him a kiss on the cheek, your hand resting on his thigh. “I was just thinking..my dad and Carla will stay a while longer, the house is gonna be empty. Seems a shame to waste it.”

“It would definitely be a shame,” Kerry smiled, resting his hand on top of yours. “I say we sneak out the back and if anyone asks we'll just say I felt sick and didn't want to make a big fuss.”

“Wow,” You raised a brow with a smile as you stood up. “I'm making a rebel out of you, Kerry Von Erich.”

The drive home seemed to take an age, all you wanted to do was get out of your dress (again) and wile away the evening in Kerry's arms.

When you finally arrived, you practically leaped out of the truck, rooting around in your purse for your key. You could hear Kerry laughing as you held half the contents of your purse in your hand while you searched, rolling your eyes with a smile.

“Alright I got it, we're good,” You finally fished the key out, walking up the steps to the front door and opening the door. You walked into the small lobby and turned as you waited for Kerry to join you.

“Still feels strange,” He grinned as he walked into the house, closing the front door. “I still expect to have to sneak through your window.”

“You can walk around the back and shimmy up the drainpipe if you want,” You grinned, lightly pushing down your puffed up sleeves. “For old time's sake.”

“And leave you here all alone?” Kerry raised a brow, striding over to you with a smile, wrapping his arms around you. “Absolutely not.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling truly content as you met his eyes.

“Good..I don't want to be apart from you for even a second. Who else is gonna help me out of this thing?”

“Good thing I got experience then,” Kerry grinned, and you laughed before an excited squeak flew out of you as Kerry picked you up and started walking to the stairs, your arms secure around his neck.

When you reached your bedroom, you got onto your feet and wasted no time turning your back to Kerry so he could pull your dress off as he had before you'd left the house earlier.

To your surprise, he took his time, standing close behind you as his fingers slowly released each button. He leaned in and placed a soft kiss to the nape of your neck and you let out a soft breath as you closed your eyes.

“Kerry,” You groaned softly, no real admonishment in your tone.

“Shh, we got time,” He murmured softly, trailing kisses down your back as he slowly unbuttoned your dress. “Just enjoy it.”

You didn't need to be told twice. As much as you had enjoyed the morning, it had been rushed. You'd been in Kerry's bedroom, with the background noise of David asking where his tie was, Mike banging on the door to get his shoes, and the radio blasting out.

Now, you were more than happy to feel Kerry's hands slowly glide along your bare back before he carefully eased your dress down your shoulders.

“Turn around, gorgeous.”

You moved slowly, holding your dress to your chest as you turned and met Kerry's eyes with a smile. After slowly pushing the dress off yourself to pool at your feet, Kerry held his hand out and you took it before stepping out of the dress and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Well this really isn't fair,” You grinned, moving your hand to lightly toy with the grey bow tie wrapped around Kerry's neck. “You get to stay fully clothed, bow tie and all, and I have to be naked?”

“You've still got these,” Kerry grinned, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties. “So it's fine.”

“Is it though?” You hummed, moving your hand to gently stroke Kerry's cheek. “Because I don't think it really i-!”

You gasped as Kerry picked you up and carried you over to your bed, throwing you down on it and taking his suit jacket off. Your panties were instantly soaked as you watched him move slowly onto the bed, settling between your legs.

“I don't need to be undressed to do this,” He murmured softly,his hands gripping your thighs. You closed your eyes as you felt him slowly peel away your panties, feeling his gaze on you. It was already driving you crazy, your body desperately wanting more, but at the same time you found yourself enjoying that he was taking his time, giving you so much attention.

When you felt Kerry's hands gently moving along your thighs you let out a soft breath, your chest tightening as he placed a soft kiss on your inner thigh. You were sure neither of you had moved so slowly since you sparked your relationship back up again.

Not that it was a bad thing, of course. You were snatching moments where you could, in his bedroom or yours, in your truck, and that very enjoyable time when he dropped by the garage to pick you up and you got a little delayed. You couldn't quite meet Mrs. Davenport's eyes when you dropped her car back.

But now..now it was like there was nobody else in the world but the two of you, Kerry wasn't having to hold his hand over your mouth to cover up your moans, you didn't have the thrill of potentially being caught, but you did have Kerry between your legs, licking a slow stripe up your soaked core.

A moan escaped your lips and you relished not having to hide it. Your hands found the sheets as you let the moans fall freely. Kerry seemed content to keep a slow pace, taking you apart a little at a time, and your protests died in your mouth, replaced by ragged breaths and moans.

“So pretty,” Kerry murmured softly, and you slowly opened your eyes as you felt him slowly rub his fingers over your clit, spreading you open as he moved down. His eyes met yours and you felt like you could die happily in that moment as he smiled at you.

“All mine, ain't you darlin’?”

“Yeah,” You managed after a moment, your heart racing. “All yours baby.”

Your head fell back against the pillow as he slowly pushed his finger into you, his tongue slowly swirling over your clit. You wanted to tell him how good it felt, how you wanted, needed more, but the words couldn't get out, your mind swimming and your body crying out.

Emotion and tiredness and desire all melted together within you, and felt like you could cry as Kerry pushed another finger inside you, crooking the digits as they found that wonderful spongy spot inside you.

“Oh god,” You moaned, your hand falling over your forehead. “Kerry..I..please..”

You were sure you heard him murmur something like “I got you baby” but the building wave in your stomach grabbed your attention as it began to crescendo, a cry escaping your lips as Kerry worked you open.

It took a moment for the breath to settle back into your body, your heart hammering in your chest. Kerry lapped you up, and you whined at your own sensitivity while loving the feeling nonetheless. You reached down and touched his arm, wanting him closer, needing his arms around you.

Kerry moved slowly, your hands reaching out to touch his arms when he was finally above you, trying to steady yourself.

“Please tell me I can undress you now,” You murmured softly, your hands moving to the top button of his shirt. “Don't torture me..”

“Go ahead,” Kerry grinned, watching as your fingers moved to undo his bow tie, the material gathered around your hand as you unbuttoned his shirt. You hadn't had time to take his shirt off earlier, you relished in being able to freely.

“I love you,” You murmured softly as you slid the shirt down Kerry's arms. “You know that, I know, I just like reminding you.”

“I know,” Kerry smiled, getting his shirt all the way off before meeting your eyes. “And you know that I love you. Always have. Always will.”

“I always have too,” You smiled, hands moving to unbutton his pants. “I always will..you're it for me. Nobody gives me what you do, makes me feel the way you do.”

“You mean..like this?” Kerry asked, leaning down to kiss you and grinning into it as you gasped. You felt his hand move on top of yours, helping you push down his pants.

“Exactly like that,” You murmured softly, resting your forehead against Kerry's. “Just need you to do one thing..”

You gripped his shoulders, pushing him over onto his back.

“There, perfect,” You grinned, leaning over to pull his pants all the way off and dropping them to the floor before looking back at him.

“I think I should just keep you here forever. It suits you.”

“You won't hear me complaining,” Kerry smiled, holding his hand out to you. “C'mere angel.”

You took his hand, moving forward til you were straddling his lap. The friction of his shorts against your bare core was heavenly, your hips shifting a little.

“Comfortable?” Kerry asked, a teasing tone in his voice as he gently stroked his thumb over the back of your hand.

“Very,” You nodded, a soft moan escaping you as you moved again, biting your lip at the sensation.

“I was gonna take ‘em off but maybe not yet,” Kerry mused, moving his free hand to your hip.

“No,” You breathed, your hand moving to the waistband of his shorts. “I need to feel you. Please.”

Kerry gave you a nod before you pulled the shorts down, his hard cock springing free and resting against his stomach.

“Fuck,” You murmured softly, gently gripping Kerry's election and giving it a few slow strokes before lining yourself up and sinking down slowly.

“Oh god,” You moaned, your eyes falling closed as your head tilted back. “Mm..”

When you were filled completely, Kerry wanted no time in sitting up and wrapping his arms around you before flipping you onto your back. He took your hands on his and held them above your head, pushing deeper into you. Your legs wrapped around his waist, wanting him as close as possible.

“You're everything, you know that?” Kerry murmured softly, leaning on to kiss your neck as you arched your back. “So perfect..my good girl..”

You slowly tugged your hand from Kerry's, moving it to grip his hair as his fingers deftly moved to your breast, thumb rolling over your nipple.

“I shouldn't let it affect me so much,” You moaned softly, your hand in Kerry's squeezing tightly. “But..fuck..”

“It's okay,” Kerry murmured, sucking a mark onto your collarbone as he thrust into you harder. “You can enjoy it, being such a good girl for me..”

“Mm,” You nodded, your eyes rolling back as Kerry hit that spot inside you, your hands gripping his hair. “Yes, I..”

“You what, baby?” Kerry asked, his lips trailing kisses back up your neck as you tried to gather your thoughts.

“I..I love being your good girl,” You moaned, legs falling apart as Kerry began fucking into you harder, deeper. “Please..”

“I got you, darling,” Kerry moved his hand to grab your thigh, holding it up and open, your eyes clenching shut as you felt the wave build.

“Hey, eyes on me, angel.”

You felt like you could let go then and there, your eyes opening to meet Kerry's. You could feel the desire in his gaze, the want and the passion and the all consuming love that had you wanting to wrap your arms around him and never let go.

Everything fell away as you cried out, eyes rolling back as you saw stars, felt Kerry's warm touch and heard his sweet words somewhere in your mind, feeling him fill you with warmth.

It took a moment to come back down to earth, turning on your side slowly and wrapping yourself around Kerry. He wrapped around you instantly, placing soft kisses to your forehead and whispering to you about how good you were, how perfect and beautiful and wonderful.

It wouldn't always end in such a way, where you had time to heap praise and embrace each other. At least not for a while. But in that moment, there was nothing else, just the two of you, in your perfect moment.

#the iron claw #the iron claw fanfiction #the iron claw fic #kerry von erich #kerry von erich x reader #kerry von erich x you #jeremy allen white #jaw #plotless #entirely plotless #self indulgence at its finest

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anonymousqualities · 4 days

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IYO: How unhinged does a story need to be for it to be tagged as Crack? 😂

I feel I don't use the tag properly lol. I use it for whenever I dont elaborate on the story's lore and the reader is just thrown into it.

But then I feel I could have just said it was plotless? Or should it be crack treated seriously..?

*takes a cigarette drag from a pretzel stick* so what is a crack fic really...🧐

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darlingdesire · 1 year

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ADORE

just a plotless fluffy block of writing about how whipped Matty is for Y/N. (first time writing for Matty)

Matty woke up early in the morning, feeling the warmth of the sun's first rays seeping through the curtains. He looked over to see Y/N sleeping soundly beside him, facing him, her chest rising and falling with each breath. He couldn't help but smile as he gazed at her, her beauty taking his breath away.

He brushed a strand of hair away from her face, reveling in the softness of her skin. To him, she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He loved the way she smiled, the way she laughed, and the way she looked at him with those sparkling eyes.

God, he thought she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. He knew he had never seen anyone as beautiful as Y/N. Every time he looked at her, he was struck by her stunning features. He loved the way her hair fell in loose strands around her face, the way her eyes glimmered when she smiled, and the way her lips formed a perfect pout that he loved kissing.

Y/N was more than just beautiful. Etheral, yes. But it was also her character that drew him to her. She was kind, funny, and intelligent, and he was constantly in awe of her. He loved the way she laughed at his jokes, the way she listened to him when he talked, and the way she always seemed to know just what he needed.

Matty knew that Y/N was beautiful both inside and out. He loved the way she cared for others, always putting their needs before her own. He admired her intelligence, her drive, and her unwavering determination to succeed in everything she did.

Matty couldn't help but stare at Y/N in wonder. He loved the way she moved, the way she talked, and the way she just seemed to light up the room.

Y/N was a work of art, a masterpiece that he was lucky enough to have in his life. He knew that she was special, and he cherished every moment they spent together.

He would often tell Y/N how beautiful she was, but he knew that his words could never do her justice. She was simply too perfect, too stunning, too amazing for words. So with a kiss to every inch if her skin, he thought that all the love he had pent up inside would transfer onto her. Actions served greater than words.

Matty was grateful every day for the gift of Y/N's presence in his life. He knew that he would never find anyone else like her, and he thanked his lucky stars that she was his.

As he continued to gaze at her, he thought about how much he loved her. Y/N had helped him become the person he is today, and he was grateful for every moment he had with her. She had changed his outlook on life, made him appreciate the small things, and showed him what true love was.

He couldn't imagine his life without her. Y/N was the light in his life, the one who had filled his days with joy and happiness. Matty knew he would never find anyone else like her, and he cherished every moment they spent together.

Matty leaned in and pressed a soft kiss on Y/N's forehead, feeling her stir in her sleep. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer, savoring the feel of her warm body against his.

He knew he was head over heels in love with her. Y/N was his everything, and he would do anything for her. He wanted to make her feel special, to show her how much she meant to him.

Matty closed his eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet scent of Y/N's hair. He felt his heart swell with love and admiration, and he couldn't help but whisper to her, "You have no clue, do you?" And let it simmer out into the open for a few seconds, all while his dark eyes continued to trickle over his girl’s face, “how much I adore you.”

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dnfao3tags · 1 year

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DNF Reclist - Slice of Life/Plotless

aka fluff without plot :]

— the brink of boldness by xshittylialife (gen | comp. | 20k)

#GeorgeisinFlorida

— I blinked and suddenly by sweetuhcreature (gen | comp. | 7k)

Everything is better in person (bits and pieces of George's first six months in Florida, as experienced by Dream).

— ready to fight a god by primdise (series | gen | wip [3 works, all comp.] | 14k)

an xdnf au where george is a broke college student and dream is a homeless god, and then they were roommates

note: i love this series so much, solid gold i swear

— shampoo bottles, dish washing and loving by rednow (teen | comp. | 1k)

Dream and George are domestic as shit when in the kitchen together, but who can blame them? It's a Saturday, they're with their favorite person and Shampoo Bottles plays in the background.

— Love bites by ncthcritc (teen | comp. | 500 words)

And Dream loves George right back. It’s just that they show it in different ways.

note: what i wouldn't give for a longer fic w biting as a love language, such a cute fic

— but i was always on my way to him by womanhunt (teen | comp. | 2k)

Dream and George spend their first night together after meeting.

#dnf #dreamnotfound #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #dnf fanfic recs #dnfao3tags recs #rec list #plotless #slice of life #fluff #gen #teen #tooth rotting fluff #domestic fluff #moving in together #canon compliant

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slytherpuffpants · 4 months

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NSFW fanfic ideas - Severus Snape x OC.

Read below the line for NSFW plot ideas absolutely non canon compliant, I fear.

Some years after his loss and roughly at the time Harry is getting to Hogwarts, Severus starts sneaking out of his study and reaching the muddle world. Little spare time is left for him to spend as he likes besides his double life as both Dumbledore right arm and Deatheater.

Yet, not infrequently he opts for visiting an old, rather crowded pub in a countryside town. There, none knows him; nobody expects anything from him and he finds bitter comfort in being just another customer sitting quietly in the darkest corner of the room.

Despite his sour and lofty demeanour and his introvert manners, someone notices him: the daughter of the proprietors, a young woman who has recently developed magical abilities - a late bloomer, you would say.

After an attempt at monastic life, Debra - this is the name - has quitted due to the dearh of her older brother to an overdose.

The consequent religious crisis has brought her back home, to live her lay life tending to her parents and their pub.

Unfortunately, the girl bears a certain resemblance with Lily and, what is even worse, shows attraction to the mage.

Thus, Severus falls in an unconfortable game of desire and avoidance which will lead both to some heated encounters.

The canon compliance is non-existing, pure self indulgence for p0rn with Severus.

But I can come up with far worse trash, of course.

And I probably will.

#pro severus #severus snape #pro snape #pro snily #lily potter #oc #canon whats canon #plotless #plot #fanfic #fanfiction ideas

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greyfix · 2 years

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Let Me Care For You

Ship: Kirishima Eijirou/Bakugou Katsuki

Summary: Bakugou doesn’t show up to class, and Kirishima is pretty worried. What could have happened?

Word Count: 1.1k

Requested By: n/a

Warnings/Tags: fluff, coming to terms with feelings, tooth rotting fluff, light angst, very light, no plot/plotless, comfort no hurt, fluff without plot,

Author’s Note: this is purely self indulgent and probably has no real plot

Ao3

Bakugou woke up feeling miserable. His head was throbbing, he couldn’t breathe through his nose, and he was unbearably hot. He groaned and turned over. The last thing he needed was to miss class, but the hell he was gonna let those extras see him like this. He’d have to stay in his room.

So, he turned off his contingency alarms, made sure his door was locked, and went back to sleep.

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Kirishima only began to worry when Bakugou didn’t walk into class seconds before the bell as always. He was always late, but never enough to get pinged for it. As much as he doesn’t want to seem like it, bakugou is a total nerd and doesn’t usually miss class.

But he didn’t think too much about it, figuring he would just be later than usual. He probably has a reason , he thought. He just made sure to grab an extra of everything to give to him later.

However, the farther in the day he got without seeing Bakugou the more worried he was. Now that he thinks harder about it he didn’t even see him in the kitchen that morning. Usually Bakugou eats in the morning, sometimes he’ll even leave something out for the others if he feels like cooking a large quantity. Though there were times that he’d start early and take his food back to his room. Kirishima could understand that, i mean sometimes you just don’t want to socialize, and that’s cool!

Apparently by the time lunch came around his worry was starting to show on his face. He was standing in line at Lunch Rush when Kaminari nudged him. “Hey, you okay man? You’re looking a little off,” Kaminari spoke.

Kirishima was startled but responded regardless, “Yeah bro, i’m cool!” He smiled, but his heart wasn’t in it. He really was worried about Bakugou, but it wouldn’t really make sense to the others. They didn’t know about their relationship. Not on purpose, it just wasn’t something Bakugou talked about often and their dynamic didn’t really change much after. They figured that the group would find out when they find out and it didn’t matter either way.

Kirishima didn’t want them to find out like this though, he at least wanted Bakugou to be there. He didn’t know what was going on today, but he didn’t want to bombard him with that if something was wrong. Bakugou was a private guy, and Kirishima respected that.

So he put on a smile and talked with the rest of the squad as they sat down at lunch. Joking about whatever stupid things their classmates did, or how the classload was brutal and that Aizawa must be a sadist to assign this much at once. He pretended that nothing was wrong even when they talked about how bakugou didn’t show up. The others chalked it up to him probably wanting a day off since he’s never been absent on purpose once.

He continued to collect classwork for Bakugou when it started up again. He felt guilty for thinking about asking Bakugou for an extra tutoring lesson when he saw him again. I really shouldn’t bother him with my problems, since something is obviously wrong on his end.

It was really easy to zone out when Present Mic wasn’t even speaking Japanese. I really wish he would send a text. I don’t want to bother him by texting him first, he thought. He opened his phone and composed messages and deleted them, and composed messages and deleted them, over and over again until he finally decided he would just go to bakugou’s room when classes got out after he got a chance to change.

And that’s exactly what he did. He made up some excuse to the others and went off to his room to get out of his uniform and put down his stuff, before heading to Bakugou’s room.

He knocked on the door a few times before it opened revealing a disheveled Bakugou dressed in nothing but sweats and a tank top. His hair was messier than usual and his nose and eyes were red. Bakugou sniffled, “What do you want-” but then he stopped short when he noticed that it was Eijirou. His expression softened, but not by much. “What are you doing here”

His voice was raspy and tired and really fucking hot. But Eijirou filed that information away for later. “I came to check on you. I was worried when you didn’t show up to school today.” He spoke softly, averting his eyes. He was a little embarrassed. He figured it was a little pathetic that he can’t go a few hours without bothering his boyfriend.

“That’s stupid, I’m fucking fine” Katsuki growled but Eijirou knew that he didn’t actually mean it. It made him smile.

“I picked up your classwork, can I come in?” he asked, still grinning.

Katsuki wanted to resist, but he knew better. Not only is Eijirou extremely stubborn, but Katsuki actually did want him to come in. But he would never admit to it, so he just grunted and opened the door wide enough to let his giant of a boyfriend inside.

Eijirou walked into the familiar room and set the schoolwork on the desk before turning to Katsuki. “Are you sick?” He reached out to press the back of his hand to Katsuki’s forehead, but he swiftly dodged the touch.

“I told you i’m fucking fine eijirou-” he grumbled before stopping to cough.

Eijirou’s eyebrows furrowed, “Forgive me for not believing you.” He walked over to Katsuki’s minifridge and grabbed a bottle of water and brought it to him. “Will you let me check if you have a fever now?”

“I don’t have a fever.”

“And I have tits as big as yours”

Katsuki just rolled his eyes, and let Eijirou touch his forehead.

“You totally have a fever,” Eijirou said. “Have you eaten today?”

Katsuki’s eyes narrowed. “Why.”

Eijirou sighed, “Because it’s important to eat and drink a lot when you’re sick, so that you can heal up fast. Have you taken any medicine?”

“Eijirou i can manage myself dammit.”

“Let me take care of things for once, alright?" Eijirou spoke and Katsuki softened. “You’re always taking care of me and the others, as aggressive as you are about it, let me take care of you this time.”

Katsuki huffed, “I ate once around lunch time, and no i haven’t taken any medicine. I didn’t have any and wasn’t about to go looking.”

Eijirou’s expression morphed into something Katsuki thought to be a combination of happiness at being ‘allowed’ to help, and sympathy. He leaned in for a kiss, but Katsuki dodged his touch once again.

“I might be fucking contagious, dumbass.”

Eijirou just laughed and kissed him anyway.

#fluff #coming to terms with feelings #tooth rotting fluff #light angst #very light #plotlesses #plotless #no plot #comfort no hurt #fluff without plot #sickfic #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki #kiribaku #fanfic #fanfiction #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #kirishima/bakugou

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deesi-academia · 2 years

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Trying to think of a plot for my next poem/story while my life has no plot itself is hard work.

#writers block #i need inspiration #academia #dark academia #chaotic academia #light academia #desiblr #desi academia #desi aesthetic #writer #reader #books #plotless

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dcandyland · 1 year

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Welcome to Candyland, Friend!

We're just SO happy to have you here! Feel free to ask things or just say hi! We'll have such a WONDERFUL time!

Please don't send any asks that may be harmful, or inappropriate. Common sense is key, friends.

[Blog central about @garbagechocolate 's Candyland AU. Questions directed to my main will also be redirected here.]

{Ran by @garbagechocolate, @darkxsoulzyx, @nebuladreamz, and @bbonkie}

WARNING

This Blog contains themes that may disturb some viewers, such as:

Blood

Body horror

Cannibalism

Child death

Death

Drugging

Disturbing imagery

Eyes

Grief

Hallucinations

Neglect

Minor Gore

Panic Attack

Trypophobia

Vomit

[And possibly more.]

If you are sensitive to these subjects, please be mindful. Thank you.

#sundrop #moondrop #daycare attendant #candyland au #au #dessert au #intro #dca!candyland #m!a #meteor #plotless

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ttownpromoc · 11 days

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WELCOME TO TINSELTOWN!!

The place where dreams can be made, and hearts can be broken. Living in the public eye isn’t always as glamorous as it seems from the outside. Don’t forget, that spotlight you love so much - it illuminates everything, including your flaws. Between the gossip, tabloids, and grudges this town chews people up and spits them out day after day. The trials and tribulations of the Hollywood elite are unlike any other, it’s impossible to relate unless you're one of them. The high paced, sometimes high stress can get to a person, causing them their careers. Others thrive on it. What will happen to you? Do you have what it takes to make it?

#celeb #celebrity #fame #hollywood #plotless

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wordswordsowrxsowrds · 2 months

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in the garden behind my house, brambles claw at the fence, and scratch at the ground.

a couple of times a year, a rotten stench will spread through the garden from a mole or a fox or a rat getting stuck in it.

occasionally, maybe only for a week at a time each month, when i slow, and i stop, the same smell seems to spread, out and out, from my house.

it is a silent and grey affair, this sluggish spreading of my sorrow into the surroundings.

the flowers in the front garden wither. the only sound is the slow creaks of brick walls, and the scrabbling of a mouse. i dont move.

each day, the malodor of misery sinks deeper into the faded pattern of the wallpaper. a similar feeling worms into my brain.

until, eventually, the smell grows so strong you have to flee. have to escape the oppressive desperation clinging to the very bones of you. making them creak and scrabble to escape the muscle and sinew that binds them.

i creak my way to the edge of the town, past where the smell ends, but not out of the brambles. instead, even in the winter months, i stand, on the edge, and stare out. you can see the life outside, throught the leaves. watch it tread by, sparing but a glance for the bramble bush next-door

i turn back.

at my house, the feeling of stench has gone. swept out by the noxious air. no more comes, now that i have been out, and have instead allowed the sulfurous draught to sweep through my house.

i dont care for the stillness of the air in my bedroom though, so i stand outside.

in the dark of the night, and trapped in the bramble, you can pretend the strange dust that lands on your hands, and on your face, is snow. a small piece of beauty fluttering through the spines and branches that keep the town. down and down and down from the starless sky.

sometimes, i imagine what the town would look like from the stars. if the sour raspberries look sweet from so far away, or if the thorns are what ward all those swirling starlings away.

regardless, under this bramble bush, i am trapped. and for all that you struggle, the bramble is clawing at your skin and scratching at your eyes, is barring you from leaving. is promising a slow and silent death. until the smell left over might drive the neighbour out.

#writing #short prose #song lyrics #props to anyone who knows them #written years ago for school #short story #plotless #metaphor

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godslayyer69 · 3 months

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"Plotless story"

Theres a story that has no plot? Tf? That exist?!

#story #plotless #wtf #writing tips #help

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randomjunkcreator · 6 months

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Writing is so haaaaaard, I completely forgot how to make a plot…

#writing #plotless #shitpost #bored #tired #writing is hard #how did i get here #please help

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aurorabayrpg-promos · 1 year

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Founded in the 1940’s by Charles Levin, Aurora Bay went from nothing but miles of sand and sea to a vibrant beach town with picturesque views and homes right on the edge of its white-sand beaches. With how much people loved it and never wanted to leave, the town quickly grew. Now about to enter its 80th year of being open, the once-sleepy town more active than ever.

W E L C O M E T O A U R O R A B A Y!

This little summer getaway has become a vibrant, bustling town with an excellent school system and friendly locals. Tourists come in droves every year, all looking for a dreamy escape from reality. From the town’s shops and restaurants to its family-friendly activities, there’s something for everyone who’s come to this little slice of paradise.

Aurora Bay is a plotless, appless roleplay focused on character development and relationships, set in a beautiful, fictional beach town on the coast of Southern California

#oc rp #town rp #plotless #beach rp #plotless rp #active rp #appless rp

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alecrhysandco · 1 year

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Making Memories

"Sam, I don't know what you want from me." Castiel said as he shifted uncomfortably.

"It's not that hard Cas, I just want us to take a picture together." Sam explained, as clearly as he could. His eyes pleading with the angel.

"For what purpose?" Castiel asked, his eyebrows furrowed with confusion.

"Well, ever since we started to date we haven't taken any pictures together." Sam said, pressing a hand onto Castiel's shoulder.

"I don't have any photos with Dean."

"Right. Sure, that's Dean though. I like to capture memories together. You know with the people I care about." Sam, still holding his phone in one hand hopefully. Castiel looks at him with confusion. Gears slowly turn in his head as he puts the pieces together. He didn't really understand the purpose of the photo. Or if he could even take one without the phone device blowing up. But Sam had this look on his face, one of hopefulness. And maybe Castiel couldn't put all the pieces together. The puzzle scattered out in front of him, only barely managing to form the ends of it. He took a breath before smiling and wrapping his arm around Sam's waist.

Sam's eyes lit up like a puppy and he lifted the camera up so they would both fit in the frame. Sam threw his arm over Castiel and smiled. After a second, Sam seemed satisfied with the result. "Thanks Cas, I'm gonna see if I can find something to develop these." With a quick kiss to Cas's lips Sam bolted from the room.

"Hey Sammy, don't let the door hit you on the way out!" Dean cackled, coming from the kitchen.

"Hey, Dean." Cas said, settling beside Dean at the table. Dean nodded his head toward him in acknowledgement. Before taking a bite of his burger.

"Where'd Sammy run off too?" Dean asked, looking over at the hallway.

"He asked me to take a picture with him." Castiel said. Still trying to make it make sense in his head. He wished for a moment that he could be human again. He didn't understand why Sam couldn't just look back at his memories. They spent plenty of time together, there were hours of time he could collect from.

"Why?" Dean said mid bite. Ketchup falling from the bun.

"He said something about wanting to make memories."

"He's such a nerd!" Dean exclaimed.

"Why don't you want to take pictures with me Dean?" Castiel wondered. He had been dating Dean much longer, not really sure when they stopped being friends and started being more. But he liked it. It had its perks. Being with Sam was different. He wanted to show him old French films, and cook meals together, dates were something he hadn't really experienced before them. And he didn't know if what he and Dean did together counts as dates. It was mostly killing monsters and demon, and Sam is usually there too.

"What? Who said I didn't? Why would we do that?" Dean asked setting his burger down.

"I was just trying to find the motivation."

"The motivation is that Sam is a sap. Okay? That's the motivation. You're dating a sap. I don't know what you see in him." Dean grunts before taking another bite of his burger. Cas stares at him for a second.

"So you don't-"

"Dammit, Cas! You want to take a damn picture together? Fine!" Dean leans back to shove his hand into his pocket, pulling out his phone. He opens his camera and lifts his phone. Cas puts his arm around Dean's neck, because that's what he did in the picture with Sam and smiles. Dean pauses for a moment, leaning into Cas's touch. A smile pulled at his lips before he snapped the pic.

"See? There. Done." Dean said, tossing his phone on the table before returning to his food.

Even though Dean is grumpy, Castiel feels happy with himself. Maybe there was something to this "making memories" business.

"Hey Dean, you don't care if I replace this picture of you in gym shorts right?"

"I-"

"Great! Thanks!" Sam says as he slides the photo out and replaces it with the one of him and Cas. Sam sits down at the table with them. He shows Castiel the photo of them with a smile.

"Whaddya think?" Sam asks with a bashful smile on his face.

"It looks great, Sam." Castiel shares, and Dean rolls an eye at them.

"The gym shorts were better." Dean mumbles under his breath.

"Dean." Sam says.

"Sam?" Dean quirks an eyebrow.

"Boys. Don't."

#spn #supernatural #sam winchester #dean winchester #castiel #polycule #sam and dean are not dating #theyre both dating castiel #destiel #sam/cas #dean/cas #samstiel #wholesome #plotless

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