#quick fic

[c4t1l1n4]

So I wrote a quick little short fic about THIS cute comic by @uhuraborealis. I wrote it just now in like 10 minutes so it's not edited, but you can read it under the cut!

Vulcans Tell No Lies

Spock knows that when Jim approaches him with a look like that, nothing good is going to come of it.

“Spock,” Jim asks, voice full of wonder and eyes full of stars. “Can you meld with the Enterprise? Tell her I love her?”

Spock considers the captain for a moment. It’s not something he’s thought about—mind-melding with a ship. He doesn’t really think that anything would happen, as much as he’s touched the console and felt nothing in response. He knows that humans refer to ships as female and often personify them out of loneliness or a need for bonding. He doesn’t understand why humans can’t just appreciate a machine for the tasks it performs, but seeing as much as Dr. McCoy tries to project his human emotions on Spock himself, he supposes that it must just be second nature to them.

He indulges in a more human tendency, seeing as it was just him and Jim, and sighs. It cannot hurt to try, if not for the very least on the premise of scientific discovery, and it’s not like there’s anyone around to judge him.

“Fine.” He agrees rather bluntly, but Jim just looks at him, enthralled.

Spock supposes, as he places a hand on the console, that he can always lie for the sake of appeasing Jim. Vulcans do not lie, but as McCoy always points out, Spock is only half-vulcan, and half-vulcans can bend the truth. 

However, as he reaches out for what he can find of the consciousness of the Enterprise, he finds that he has no reason to lie. He is so caught off guard by the discovery as some form of being reaches back towards him, that he is overwhelmed by the experience.

The Enterprise does not think in the same way, with clear structure, intent, or words. No, she thinks with colors and emotions, bright and loud, filling up his senses. She is overwhelmingly a she, and she imparts him with the notion that she will tolerate nothing less from him, even if it means zapping him through the console like a misbehaving child.

He supposes that might be the best way to describe the way she feels about the crew—as children. They are all so much smaller than her, and she cares for them, treating them as gently as she can. In return, they treat her with love and respect and keep her in working order. If Dr. McCoy would stop hitting the biobed display screens when he was frustrated, she would appreciate that, though.

After taking a moment to reign the sensory flood back in, Spock organizes his mind and sends a specific train of thought to her. The words do not translate to her, so he tries to phrase them in a way she would understand, thinking of command gold, bright eyes, and a happy spirit. He focuses on the general sense of cheer, well-being, and concern that Jim carries for every member of his crew, but also on the horribly mushy feeling Spock gets on the inside when thinking about him.

Color ripples across his vision, something like laughter, and he thinks she gets the point. The reply he gets in return is what he sent tenfold—a tidal wave of things he could not possibly put into words and yet understands perfectly. He thanks her, sending a bright wave of gratitude radiating warmly from deep inside him, and pulls away.

He opens his eyes and looks over to Jim, who is waiting patiently. Curiosity and excitement dance in his eyes. There is no possible way to convey what he experienced in what felt like hours but was probably only seconds, so instead he says, “She loves you back.”

When Jim beams at him, smile wide and eyes glistening, Spock is glad it is no lie at all.

#star trek #fanfiction #star trek tos #star trek fanfiction #drabble #quick fic #inspired by art #fanart #star trek fanart #please excuse the lack of editing #i'm tired and this inspiration came out of nowhere #probs to the original artist #please check out and interact with the original post #hints of spirk because obv

[fraugwinska]

Okay but can you do an Al that quite likes to be put in his place by the reader behind closed doors? Can be sfw or NSFW, your choice. Radio Demon deserves to let off some steam losing control. 😏

Oh, what a fun ask that was - I approached it the best way I could, and I for one love it :D My gift to you and everyone who wants to! Attention: This is not mild, it's getting ✨spicy✨! ;>

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Hard Day

There were three telltale signs.

Alastor had come home from another meeting of the overlords. He greeted Charlie and the others with his usual smile and the obligatory mocking quip at Angels playful flirtations. But what others didn't see was blatantly obvious to you. 

One: His left eye twitched constantly. 

Niffty and you were on dinner duty that evening, so the kitchen was, despite your best efforts to tidy up behind her, a raging mess of pots, chopped ingredients and various spots of sauces and suspect fluids. When Alastor came in to get himself a cup of coffee and saw the mess, he excessively scolded the poor girl for being unnecessarily messy. 

Two: Losing his patience with Niffty. 

After dinner, you and him would routinely join Husk at the bar, you for a digestif, him to get into 'entertaining' banter with the cat demon, who'd pour him a glass of whiskey or two while they'd bicker. Today, he stayed quiet, just played an experimental jazz song from his cane, and when Husk reached for the bottle of rye, Alastor shook his head. 

Three: Arhythmical tapping of his claws on the barcounter. 

You downed your drink and exclaimed loudly that you were tired. Like a routine, Husk grinned as he took you glass back, turned away to give Alastor the cue to shoot you that look, and the deer followed you silently, taking the invitingly open hand of yours when you were out of sight. 

You beelined straight to your room - not his, that was his domain, his kingdom where he could rule over you - the wrong place for tonight. 

You lead him through the door, letting go of his hand and locking it behind you. When you turned, he had already loosened his tie, throwing it on the ground with a frustrated huff, brows furrowed and gums showing from the tightness of his snarl. 

“Hard day.” You don't ask: you state; and he paced through your room, struggling. You knew the drill, you waited, patiently, neutral. You knew how hard it was for him to overcome his desire to control, to willingly give it up, but also, how much he needed it in these moments.

Finally, he came to rest his head on your shoulder, forehead pressed in the crook of your neck. 

“Please.”, he whispered, the voice filter completely gone. The go point. You smiled. 

“Sit.” 

You followed him to your bed, where he did as he was told. Sitting down on the edge, ears pressed against his head, gaze fixed on the carpet. 

You unbuttoned his coat, pushing it off his shoulders and away from him. Then the vest, then his shirt. The silence only disturbed by occasional fizzing of his static, a hint of his inner turmoil of letting you take the lead. 

You ignored it, throwing the discarded clothes on a chair nearby. You placed your hands on each of his shoulders, and leaned in. Hungrily, he took your lips, his tongue slid out, licking over them to demand entrance - you stopped, face neutral. 

“No.”, you said, not harsh, but firm. 

“No.”, he repeated, sighing. 

As you returned to his mouth, you let your hands wander, over his collarbone, smooth and grayish, fading into soft, red fur on his chest and onto his back - firm, tense, rigid. 

He didn't attempt another grab for power, although you knew his body wanted to. His claws dug into the mattress, as if to prevent them from grabbing your flesh. He was shaking. 

You knelt down before him, hands already on the buttons of his trousers. Your steady eyes stayed glued on his burning ones.  He took a sharp breath when you stroked his freed, already hard member, a slow, soft, explorative stroke. He closed his eyes. 

“No.”, you said again, and he opened them immediately, irises shifting to dials and back. “Eyes on me, my buck.”

The pet name made him shiver, a low groan escaped his throat. Your lips twitched with a smile - moments like these made you feel so immensely happy, to be the one the big bad Radio Demon was submitting to, letting him be weak before you.

With a hum, you took him in your mouth, sliding your lips down his shaft as far as you could. He answered with a moan, deliberate and desperate. His head fell back, you heard your sheets ripping from his tightening grip. Up and down, with your tongue swirling over his reddened tip at every stroke, you sucked him into frenzied panting.

His right hand lifted, reached for your hair, intended to grip it, to guide you on his cock, but you caught him on his wrist, popping him out of you with harsh coldness. 

“Ah ah ah.”, you tutted, tilting your head at him. He looked almost manic at this point. “Only good boys are allowed to cum. And you want to cum, my buck, don't you?”

Alastor growled, but it sounded more like a whine. 

“I can't hear you.”, you teased with a single stroke of your hand on his throbbing member. 

“Yes.”

“Good. Then behave.”

He did. His moans and growls became more heated, loud and frantic as he let himself unravel inside your mouth. You felt him tremble, his thighs you gripped shaking under your fingers. 

“Darling…”

You hummed, not relenting, keeping your pace. You knew what he wanted, what he needed, but he had to ask first. 

“Darling… may I… “, he was gritting his teeth, beads of sweat on his temples and his grin on the verge of breaking. It was enough. 

“Cum.” was all that you said, in the mere second your lips were breaking contact to his tip - it was all he needed. A heartbeat later, he came, violently, securely, in the safe and warm enclosure of your throat. You drank him up, swallowed two times so not to spill any of his precious seed, feeling him twitch inside and pant before you. 

He pulled you up to him, onto his chest, and you let him - handing him the power back like a baton.  He kissed you forcefully, his first instinct to reassure he was back in control, to return you to submission again - you smiled at that thought.  He embraced you, tenderly, pressing you into him like a soft pillow, and took a long, content breath. 

“Hard day.” he said, stroking your hair as you closed your eyes, relieved to hear his heart beat steady once more. 

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel fanfiction #fraugwinskawrites #hazbin husk #hazbin hotel niffty #quick fic #hazbin smut #hazbin hotel x reader

[streetsweepershenanigans]

Imagine Ice sitting down to eat and pulling out his sack lunch that his not-so-secret-secret-boyfriend packed for him and then opening it to find two packs of gummies ("Maverick, no. Bradley doesn't need that much sugar, just give him one,") a peanut butter and honey sandwich with the crusts lovingly cut off, a baggie of cheetos and a single apple juice box; all topped off with a cheery note telling him to play nice with the other kids.

In Mav's defense, it had been a very hectic morning. The power had gone out in the night while they slept, and their clocks had reset after it came back on. There had been no alarms to wake them that morning. When they'd woken to a too-high-for-6:30 sun, there had been a tangle of Bedsheets tossed aside the heavy footsteps as everyone scrambled to get ready for the day.

Ice would only smile and set the note aside, and if it just so happened he wasn't alone for lunch, well, no one questioned the Commander and his peanut butter and honey sandwich, juice box, and gummies.

On the other hand, imagine little Bradley sitting down for lunch in the school cafeteria ready to tuck in, but only to find a whole bottle of Snapple (just for him!), a bag of plain salted pretzles, yogurt, and a turkey sandwich with lettuce and tomato all on that gross pumpernickel bread that Uncle Ice liked. (But hey, he got to have a whole Snapple all to himself, and he didn't have to only drink half now, so he counted it as a win.)

#iceman x maverick #icemav #maverick #top gun #iceman #top gun 1986 #top gun maverick #quick fic #baby bradley #bradley rooster bradshaw

[lambsinner]

💙📺Vox Coaxes You Down 📺💙

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚Vox x Vees!Reader˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Content warnings: Manipulation and su1c1de threats on your part, hypnosis on his

Length: ~800 (quick fic)

Summary: You're being a brat and demand Vox's attention in the most dramatic way possible, so he has to wrangle baby you.

Be you, a fourth Vee, and have one of the worst fucking days of your (after)life. You've been pouting all evening, hoping that any of your partners will notice but they've been too busy. You sit in your shared living room staring into the void. Val is high off his ass and drifting in and out of sleep, Vel is in a fight on her phone yelling about some bitch who thinks that she looks better than her, and Vox is watching TV drinking a cup of wine. You're starting to cry because you are so fucked up by whatever is bothering you. You quietly move over to beside Vox's chair and lay your head on the armrest. He pets you but that is not enough you need him to know that you're upset! So you sniffle and look up at him but he's just not giving you the attention you obviously want. This goes on for a while until finally you can't take it anymore, you stand up and scream, "I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL MYSELF!" You run up the stairs towards the roof and you cannot believe how you were being ignored so blatantly!! These three are supposed to be your PARTNERS and Vox especially always has it together and pulls you through a rough day. He was ignoring you! He must want you dead! So you will do him the favor!

It's raining outside for extra melodramatic effect which just rips your heart even more. You're crying like a child and wiping your eyes as you stand up on the ledge and look down at the pavement. You hear the balcony door slam shut and look over your shoulder to see Vox there. He's fully composed, arms behind his back, giving you that same showman smile he always wears when he's about to film a press release. "Hey, hey, what is this all about? Sweetheart, what's wrong?" Your voice hurts and your shoulders are shaking. You try to explain, but you're talking too quickly and there is just TOO MUCH STRESS from everything that's transpired today! Vox starts to approach you, arms outstretched. "I can't understand you, try to calm down, it's okay." You whimper and sniffle. "You're a big girl, aren't you? C'mon. You're okay. You're alright." You wipe your eyes with your forearm and look back down over the roof. Vox laughs lowly, the sort of laugh that keeps his frustration with you at bay, and then his voice softens. "You already know you can't die, sweetie. Do you really want to be a big ugly splatter of skin and bone again? That wasn't fun last time, was it?" You clear your throat. "I-I just…It was so hard today…a-a-and no one was paying any attention to me!" "Aw, baby, I'm paying attention to you now, aren't I?" He's close enough no that he reaches out and takes your hand. "How could I not pay attention to such a beautiful princess, huh? I'm sorry I didn't notice earlier that you were in distress. I'm so, so sorry." The sarcasm is so thick you could cut it with a knife, but his hand feels good and he's close enough that you just… Let yourself fall into his arms. He hugs you close to your chest, holding you up since you're so short. He rubs your back. "There, there. That's right. That's better, isn't it? And hey, you know what I just realized?" You shake your head. "I think maybe part of this whole thing is that you're about to go into heat. It's about that time, isn't it? You're always so extra…sensitive when you're in need of relief." You're wiping your eyes and you try to think…is it close to that time? Vox puts a hand on your cheek and forces you to look up at him. His eye is glowing, swirling red and black, and you are taken under your spell--which is fine, you like it when he does this, you like it when he takes control of you. "Sweetheart, you should take a nice long shower and get this rain off of you. And then we'll go to bed together, alright?" You let yourself smile and you obediently nod, slowly, leaning into his control. "A-Alright…" He pinches your cheek. "That's right! Good girl!" He slaps your ass and points at the door for you to go. That night Vox straightens you out and you won't throw another tantrum like that…at least for a while. But for now you're happy to rest in his arms, full of his cum, and you get to watch him sleep with his screensaver logo gliding across his face like an idle DVD player. So cute! So handsome! You love him so much!

#hazbin vox #hazbin hotel vox #vox x reader #vox x you #hazbin fanfic #hazbin hotel fanfic #hazbin vox x reader #quick fic #quickfic archive #i wrote a bunch of these for some frens and didn't save them so i will start archiving here

[tikus-library]

"The Look"

Avengers AU - Quick Fic

Characters: Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Reader

Posted: Jan 20th

WARNINGS: none, idiots being idiots

A/N: I was at the laundromat yesterday when I saw the gif and needed to write something- so gave this.

Like, Comments, & Reblogs are always appreciated and loved.

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“Here comes Y/N! Do the thing- do the thing!” Sam elbowed him, shit eating grin in place.

Bucky sighed with his entire soul, “Sam, it doesn't do anything, it's just a look, that's all, it doesn't matter”

“If it doesn't matter then do it.”

“Why would I?” He shot back as Sam stopped, shifted his hip out and crossed his arms.

Sam rolled his eyes to Steve, “he won't do the thing!”

“Steve get your friend”

“He's more your friend than mine these days pal,” Steve chuckled.

“Here she comes… you should see how she reacts to it, you'd understand me Steve, this one here is just an idiot.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes as Steve shrugged, shook his head and raised his hands in classic ‘I don't know’ fashion. “fine-” he bit out, stepping out between them and tipping his head down and looking up at you.

Today couldn't get worse. Today everything was wrong. Today every file that was sent to you was backwards or upside down, some were even corrupted and Tony thought it was the funniest shit, as if you could be any later now you had to do a quick debriefing of the three stooges that were currently coming back in from a mission and really as if you didn't get enough shoved on your plate– wonderful, you perked up realizing the three were right there, together, you could get it done in five minutes as long as you heckled them.

You could just stare at Steve or Sam. They were good, wholesome, wonderful guys that were not the sergeant. Not that Bucky wasn't wholesome or handsome– actually he was very handsome, distractingly so, especially when he smiled, or put his hand through his hair, or just breathed in your general vicinity.

Speaking of the Sergeant you saw him step forwards and meet your gaze, head dropping, hair shifting forwards to frame his face, lips pressed down and bright blue eyes focused on you.

Your brain flat lined.

Y/N stopped in her tracks, her determined steps halting, Bucky cocked his head to the side and was surprised when she did an abrupt about face and practically RAN back in the direction she had come from. He shoved a hand into his face.

Great, now you were scared of him, as if he didn't have enough trouble figuring out what to say to you. Now you wouldn't show your face around him.

Steve guffawed, bringing Bucky back out of his depressed thoughts. “Good gawd Buck, I forgot the effect you had on a woman.”

“What?!” He demanded, “she ran out of here in fear for her life!” Sam cracked, a howl of laughter spilling forth, Bucky clenched his fists, “you think that's funny?”

Sam clapped a hand on his shoulder, “that wasn't fear man! That girl wants you, she wants you real bad.”

Bucky jerked back, blinking hard. “No.”

Steve nodded as he looked over at him. “That wasn't fear pal, that was panic, I can tell you this much – Y/N is quiet because when she does speak she can't keep her mouth in check, which usually tends to land her in hot water.”

Bucky turned to Sam, who was wiping away a few tears, “she has literally called us both hot, but said there was no way she would date us.”

“But when I asked her for her opinion on you–” Steve laughed, but sobered and leveled a look at him, “buddy, ya need to talk to her.”

“It was pretty colorful,” Sam murmured

“What did she say?” Bucky asked.

Sam shook his head, looking over at Steve, “did you see the way she shivered at the look?”

Steve nodded laughing as he moved around Bucky, “makes you realize what she said had to be true.”

Sam gasped as the two continued to walk, “Y/N! She really is full of surprises! Scandalous!!!”

“WHAT DID SHE SAY?!” Bucky cried following the two.

#the Look #james bucky barnes #quick fic #sam wilson #steve Rogers #reader

[yallmakemyassitch]

Hey! You are amazing (also your right Cesar totally to ticklish for his own good)

Yeah, church boy needs to be humbled immediately and I think I know just how :)

Laughter is always worth the risk

Summary: Cesar hasn't been his usual self and Mark quickly picks this up. Learning that he purposely hid his troubles from him, Mark resorts to an unbearable yet fitting punishment for his friend.

Word count: 903

Characters: 5157

Tobi talks: Yes I did write a whole quick fic and sit on my ass for 7 hours because of those drawings. Yes I have no self control, thanks for asking (please help my thighs hurt so much)

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“Mahahahahark nohohoho!” Cesar howled, his cheeks burning red, embarrassed as his best friend relentlessly teased him. He couldn’t get away, his wrists were firmly bound together by rope, preventing him from fighting back.

“Mark yes~” he teased, digging his fingertips deeper into the sides of his ribcage. The poor teen had been stuck here for a while now, making the huge mistake of hiding his feelings from Mark. His best friend was optimistic and bubbly, so seeing someone he cared about so deeply so upset saddened the teen.

So naturally, he asked him of his troubles and was met with a lie. A bold faced lie that even an idiot would see. Cesar insisted that there was no problem yet Mark continued to prod until he broke down. Mark had to hold himself together as his dear friend was held close in his arms as he cried, venting about how worried sick he was for his mother and their own safety.

Knowing him for so many years, he knew just what to say to soothe the church boy. It wasn’t long after that Cesar felt better and thanked his friend for the support. However, Mark wasn’t satisfied that he hid something so important away from him. So as a bit of revenge and to cheer up the last parts of his sorrowful self, he tickled him.

“Plehehease Mahahark, I’hihim hahahppy, seeheehee?!” He cried, rolling onto his side to escape the wiggling fingers.

“C’mon Cesar, you can take it.” Mark taunted, racking his nails into his now exposed side, whilst also keeping a hand on his ribs.

“NAHAHAHAHA!” He screamed, his body sending waves of ticklish shocks throughout his body. The church boy kicked his legs in mirth, unable to stand the relentless torment. Mark’s grin widened at his explosive reaction.

“What’s wrong, Torres? Too ticklish?” His hand on his ribs wiggled up to the crevice of his underarm, causing a screech to erupt from the teen below him. Cesar rolled onto his stomach in an attempt to protect his armpits, giggling uncontrollably with ruby red cheeks.

His friend snickered, “I knew you would do that~” and traced a finger down his back teasingly.

He didn’t however expect the teenager to arch his back so harshly, along with the flurry of giggles to spill his lips, “Nohohoho nahahat thehehere…” he whined, hiding his face somewhere in his arms.

Mark chuckled at this and traced a finger down his back again, getting the same adorable reaction with not as much resistance. “What, here?” Mark cooed, tracing all over his back.

Cesar giggled uncontrollably and didn’t try to hold back all the silly noises he was making. He didn’t know his back was so sensitive but he couldn’t deny Mark’s hands on his back felt amazing. The gentle tracing from all the way from his lower back to his shoulder blades, caused the black-haired teen to snort and curl up.

Mark noticed he was getting a little too relaxed and reminded himself this was a punishment.

While still tracing his lower spine, getting it to shutter at the soft touch is when the elder teen took a deep breath and blew a raspberry right at the arch of his back. Cesar squealed and was thrown back into a flurry of thrashing and high-pitched laughter as raspberries were planted all over his back. He was still donning his suit and could somehow feel a pair of lips make contact with his clothed skin and still get it to tickle like hell.

“PLeHehehEase naHaHat ThahAhAT!” His laughter was littered with snorts and squeaks. Mark moved back up with a laugh, amused at how ruthless he’d been and how much he ruined his friend. Cesar was letting out residual giggles, covering his mouth with his hands with how much he was giggling.

Yet even he knew he wasn’t done yet. Cesar was still on his stomach, so that gave Mark just enough time to burrow his hands into his armpits. He violently flinched but resigned to his fate when he realized he had just trapped the hands in his most sensitive spot.

“Plehehease Mahark, I’m sensitihihive…” he hopes instilling a little bit of pity into his friend would work. Mark just laughed, “Yeah I can tell, super ticklish too.” And began to relentlessly dig, wiggle and knead the inner flesh of his underarms. His reaction was immediate, belting out precious yet hysterical cackles, practically melting the teenager’s heart.

“PLEHEHEASE NOHOHOHOHOH!” He screamed, lightly banging his head on the ground to cope with the insane amount of tingling in his armpits. His face was covered by his jet black hair yet Mark could imagine the joy filled smile underneath the layers and kept at it. He instantly knew he was reaching his limit when Cesar began to wheeze.

Mark immediately let go of him, unbinding his wrists as his friend gasped for air. “S-shihit, that was tohohorture…” he sighed. Nonetheless, Cesar was smiling and his friend couldn’t be happier to see him happier.

“You had fun, don’t lie~” he poked his side playfully, getting him to flinch. Now free from his grasp, he just flopped onto the floor and stared into the ceiling, euphoric and relaxed. Mark joined him and together they just laid on the ground. Soon enough, the both of them fell asleep in each other’s arms, comfortable in one another’s presence.

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#tmc tickling #lee cesar #ler mark #my art #digital art #ibispaintx #funkedela catalogue #the mandela catalogue #quick fic #tickle fic #my fic #ask answered #anon #my ass hurts im gonna lay down 💀

[user9898657876655667]

HAUNTINGLY BEAUTIFUL - james patrick march x fem!reader

CW: mentions of killing & blood references, slight smut involved

SUMMARY: mr march has always been someone who truly cherishes the things he loves so very dearly. he may be that of a sinister being, but you are one of the few who’s able to see his potential and absolute beauty.

(this short fic is based on the song, salvatore, by; lana del rey. all rights go to her when specific lyrics are mentioned!!! i do not own any rights to her music at all!! if you haven’t listened to the song already, i advise you do before reading this small imagine. it would set the mood and make everything appear far more better!!)

You currently were in the arms of your lover, James Patrick March. The man who you’d finally confessed your love to after so many years. The same man you’d craved to be with.

All the lights in Miami begin to gleam

Ruby, blue and green, neon too

Everything looks better from above my king

Like aqua marine, ocean's blue

It had taken you some amount of time to reveal your true feelings to March. After all, he was a man of power. His spiffy suits and slicked back hair made the hotel creator’s image clean and significant. Though nothing could come between him and his one true passion; murder.

Ah ah ah ah

Ah ah ah ah

Cacciatore

La da da da da

La da da da da

Limousines

Ah ah ah ah

Ah ah ah ah

Ciao amore

La da da da da

La da da da da

Soft ice cream

That is, except for one thing.. you. The minute James saw you, he immediately knew he had to have you. He wanted you to stay trapped within the walls of the Cortez. With him, and him only.

All the lights are sparkling for you it seems

On the downtown scenes, shady blue

Beatboxing and rapping in the summer rain

Like a boss, he sang Jazz and Blues

From your soft velvety voice, to your long lashes and ruby-red lips, he adored you. The way each outfit you wore sculpted your body ever so perfectly when you decided to go and visit him, my, my. It made the notorious serial killer grovel on his knees. Which was something he thought would only occur whenever his past lover was around, but Mr March had now proven himself wrong.

Ah ah ah ah

Ah ah ah ah

Cacciatore

La da da da da

La da da da da

Limousines

Ah ah ah ah

Ah ah ah ah

Ciao amore

La da da da da

La da da da da

Soft ice cream

He suspected you may back away after hearing the amount of awful things he did in his fortress of murder, hidden away behind closed doors. But you did not care one bit. You felt devoted to him. You wanted to experience at least one serious interaction with James, whether it be him killing you, or claiming you as his.

The summer's hot

And I've been waiting for you all this time

I adore you, can't you see, you're meant for me?

Summer's hot but I've been cold without you

I was so wrong not to tell, I'm in regine, tangerine dreams

James liked the idea of keeping you forever. Even if he had to kill you himself to do so, he would. March’s desperation to have you was growing as time began to tick by. He had to bite his tongue whenever he saw you. All he wished for was you in his suite, as he lifted you in his arms into the bedroom. Ripping the exquisite clothing you had right off of your body, revealing everything you had to offer. A man’s desire. His desire.

Catch me if you can

Working on my tan

Salvatore

Dying by the hand

Of a foreign man

Happily

Calling out my name

In the summer rain

Ciao amore

Salvatore can wait

Now it's time to eat

Soft ice cream

Then came the day where you did indeed confess, and you will never forget the sadistic smile that crept onto his face.. it was haunting, yet.. beautiful..

Ah ah ah ah

Ah ah ah ah

Cacciatore

Ah ah ah ah

Ah ah ah ah

Limousines

Ah ah ah ah

Ah ah ah ah

Ciao amore

Ah ah ah ah

Ah ah ah ah

Soft ice cream

Now, you were truly his. Mr March’s bride and his beloved partner. Both of you would soon be unstoppable. Not even death could prevent the two of you from reigning over the Hotel Cortez. And NOTHING would EVER put an end to both James and yourself being together. When you allowed him to place a large diamond ring on your finger, there was no going back. You even went as far as to take your own life to be with the pure evil soul you’d fallen in love with, and were you happy about it? Most absolutely.

#american horror story #evan peters #james patrick march #james march x reader #james march #mr march #jpm x reader #fem reader #lana del rey #ahs fandom #ahs x reader #ahs imagine #quick fic #ahs hotel #hotel cortez #the countess #hotel #evan peters ahs

[areyoudreaminof]

Sleepover House Rules

I was chatting with some friends and were talking about Nesta as an awesome aunt, so I wrote something real quick, specifically for @velidewrites, @xtaketwox, @thesistersarcheron, @popjunkie42-blog, @itsthedoodle, @the-lonelybarricade, and @c-e-d-dreamer

Update: you can read this on AO3 now!

Nesta swept into the river house without knocking. She didn’t need to anyways, she knew where she needed to go. Waving absently to the twins, she hiked her skirt up as she went up the stairs, following the carpeted hall to the little room where her nephew was playing. Nyx had his back turned while he played. A large tower of blocks and connecting parts stood in front of him as his wings twitched and flapped absently. Cassian’s wings did the same thing when he was bored. Nesta was going to rectify that.

She softly tapped on the door before Nyx turned around. Bright recognition melted his surprise away as he flung himself into Nesta’s arms. His feet rose off the floor as he flew to her.

“Aunt Nessa!” he hollered as he latched onto her with his arms and legs. Nesta held him back just as tight, softly rocking him back and forth before planting a kiss on his cheek. She loved his small little lisp and the way he couldn't quite say her name right. She secretly hoped he’d always call her Nessa. “What are you doing inside on this nice day?” she asked, as she set him down. 

“I’m playing with my new building set. Aunt Elain and Uncle Lucien sent it to me from the Day Court.” he said as he held the small toy brick in front of her. “Mama is at class and Papa’s meeting with someone in his office, so I’m playing up here for a little bit. We went to the park this morning.” Nesta sat down on the rug to join him as he slowly scooted his tower forward. Nyx began to add more bricks and poles to the tower, so she began to latch the bricks on, taking great care not to tip anything over. 

“Well, Uncle Cass had to go to Illyria tonight, and Uncle Az is going to be off doing whatever it is he does. So, I thought we could have a sleepover at the House.” she said, knowing his answer already. Nyx gasped as he shot to his feet, his tower wobbling dangerously. 

“Yes! Can we go now?” Nyx’s blue eyes were lit from within, as he began to bounce on his toes. Nesta laughed as she rose to her feet, “If you pack we can go when you’re ready.” she said as she crossed to Nyx’s closet. 

Nesta and Nyx descended down the stairs hand in hand while she carried his small overnight bag. As they stepped down into the foyer, Feyre entered through the front door with a surprised look on her face. Nyx rushed over, hugging his mother around her waist, “Mama! I’m gonna have a sleepover with Aunt Nessa at the House, she said it was okay.” Nyx was breathless with excitement as Feyre threw her head back and laughed. “Well then, if Aunt Nesta said it was alright. Is it alright?” Feyre asked. Nesta nodded, “Cass is in Illyria, Azriel has to pick up some things in the city before he leaves, but he’ll fly us up. I thought we’d have a sleepover. You and Rhys could have some alone time.” 

Feyre nodded as she wrangled her excited boy, guiding him towards the living room. “Do you have everything you need Nyx?” The boy nodded firmly. “Yep. I got my pajamas, and an extra coat.” 

“What about your toothbrush?” 

“I got that too!” he protested, looking at Nesta for confirmation. “He has it. Even so, the House would give him an extra one if he forgot.” 

“Who’s got a toothbrush? Oh, hello Nesta. We weren’t expecting you.” Rhys said as he entered the living room, crossing to kiss Feyre. Nyx wiggled with impatience as he tolerated a hug from his father. “I’m taking Nyx for a sleepover tonight.” Nesta said. 

“Taking?” Rhys said, with a mischievous glint in his eye. 

“That’s what I said. I’m giving you two some alone time. Be grateful.” Nesta replied with a smirk. Rhys chuckled as he pointed to the door, where Azriel entered, “I take it you don’t need a flight up?” Nesta shook her head, as she watched Nyx pounce on Azriel. “We’ll be fine.” 

“Alright then, but please Nyx, don’t eat sugar all night and go to bed at a reasonable hour please,” Rhys said as Nyx rolled his eyes and grumbled, as if he was fourteen and not four. “We’ll have some cookies and cake before bed, and we’ll turn in at 10, I think.” Nesta exclaimed as she met Rhy’s eye. “We have different rules at the House.” Feyre doubled over laughing as Rhys threw his hands up in surrender. 

The flight up to the House was something of a success, as Nyx held tightly to Azriel’s arm as he practiced his flying. An entire flight up was too hard for him just yet, but with some supervision from his father and uncles, Nyx could practice at higher altitudes. The flight up stopped being an issue for Nesta years ago. After depositing their bags inside, they hugged and waved Azriel off, watching his form fly south out of the valley. Nesta spun, placing her hands on her hips in mock authority. “So, what is on the itinerary tonight?” Nyx scratched his head thoughtfully, as his wings absently flapped in thought behind him. 

“We’re gonna build a fort and sleep in it! Then we can go down to the library and see Gwyn and get a book to read. Then we can eat dinner and cake on the lawn for a picnic.” he said with finality. “Can we eat fried chicken and cheese noodles?” 

“We certainly can. What kind of book are you thinking of?” 

“A scary one! I want a scary one this time. I won’t have nightmares, I promise.” Nesta nodded as she asked the House to provide an age appropriate book. “Well then, Nyxie let’s get going. We’ve got a fort to build!” 

The room that the House provided was littered in pillows and blankets. Nesta layered the thickest and softest blankets and pillows down for their bed, while Nyx set the sheets and fleece blankets over the chairs that were strewn around them for coverage. The House added small little fae lights inside their cavern and had deep fried chicken shaped like bats and cheese noodles waiting for them on the lawn. Nesta and Nyx watched the late summer sun set behind the mountains, the sky melting pinks and purples across the city. “It looks like lightning bugs from up here.” Nyx said as he gobbled down his chicken bats that he slathered in a thick white dipping sauce. “They do, don’t they?” Nesta said as she pointed to the multicolored lights by the river, “Do you see that? I think that’s The Rainbow!” Nyx gasped with excitement as more lights began to flicker through the valley. He then showed Nesta all the constellations and planets he knew, explaining that it was summer and the most planets were out. The soft breeze dropped in temperature, making Nesta rise from her spot on the lawn, rubbing her sore bottom and stretching. “Why don’t we go down and see if Gwyn is working and say hi. Then we can grab a book.” Nyx shot up and ran inside. 

In the library, Nyx and Nesta greeted Clotho, who produced a small caramel candy in gold foil for Nyx. They found Gwyn a level down, Nyx slowly creeping behind her as he flapped his wings, mussing her hair and papers. “Boo!” 

“Ah! I thought you were a ghost!” Gwyn said as she gave Nyx a bear hug, “What are you doing here?” 

“Sleeping over at the House with Aunt Nessa. We’re getting a scary book to read in our fort! We built it, it’s really neat!” Nyx exclaimed. Gwyn giggled, “I’ll bet it is! You’re a master builder, Nyx.” 

 Nyx nodded with agreement before he turned to the shelves. “Is Em’rie here, too?” he asked. 

“No, she’s in Illyria with Uncle Cass.” Nesta said, “They’ll be back tomorrow.” As Nyx searched the shelves, Gwyn produced a small leatherbound book from her cart. “I take it this is what you’re looking for? It’s scary stories for children. Nothing too terrifying, just lots of ghosts” Nesta nodded as she flipped through the volume, assessing the strange illustrations that looked like water and smoke. “It’ll have to do. What time are you off? You should come up and join us.” Nesta said as she slipped the small book onto a nearby shelf within Nyx’s eyeline. 

“Thanks, but I’m working on a project for Az and I’ll be up too late.” Gwyn sighed as she motioned toward the cart piled high with papers and books. “Come up for breakfast then, if you’re up.” Nesta insisted as they watched Nyx snatch the carefully placed book from where Nesta had placed it. “Ooohhhh, I found a good one!” Nyx said triumphantly as he held the book up, “I want this one.” They said their goodbyes to Gwyn before they returned to the fort. Nestled into pajamas, Nesta read two ghost stories and one vampire story to Nyx, before she announced it was time for dessert. The stories weren't terribly scary, but the illustrations were a bit frightening. The House left two slices of chocolate cheesecake and milk on the small table in the fort room, and Nyx devoured his slice in what felt like a breath. The small clock in the hall chimed ten times, making Nesta realize how late it was. Crawling into their fort, Nyx insisted he wasn’t tired at all. But as Nesta rubbed his arms, the boy’s eyelids drooped. 

“Good night Nyx, I love you.” Nesta said, giving her nephew one last kiss. 

“Love you too, Aunt Nessa.” he slurred as sleep took him. With Nyx’s small hand in hers, Nesta drifted off to sleep with a smile on her face. 

Nyx and Nesta met the morning over the table, as Nyx devoured scrambled eggs and pancakes swimming in syrup. Nesta sipped her tea absently. The fort had felt comfortable when she fell asleep, but the crick in her lower back confirmed that maybe sleeping on the floor wasn’t her best idea. 

The dining room door swung open, as Cassian, wind chapped and smiling, bounded over to Nyx. “I didn’t know we had a guest!” he said as he kissed Nyx’s head and ruffled his hair. “Yep! Me and Aunt Nessa had a picnic and made a fort and read some scary stories. Sorry you missed it, Uncle Cass.” Nyx exclaimed as he turned back to his food. Nesta rose and greeted her mate, who smelled like morning fog and cedar. “You made a fort? Where?” Cassian asked with excitement. “Upstairs. It’s actually quite nice. Though I think next time we’ll drag a mattress in there.” Nesta said as she rubbed her lower back. Cassian turned to Nyx, with a mischievous glint in his eyes. 

“Hey Nyx, what do you say about spending the night again tonight?

#nyx #nesta #nesta is the best aunt #quick fic

[kingofthe-egirls]

quick thing i needed to write down post gear 5: (luffy x y/n)

“Are you—,” you whisper, tracing his features with hungry eyes, “Are you still…you?”

He stares at you with crystalline eyes. “You tell me.”

You stare back at him, hard.

His smile quirks up.

“Yes,” you breathe, wrapping your arms around his neck, “It’s still you.”

#dumpster dive #luffy x you #luffy x reader #quick fic #drabble #ficlet #luffy x y/n #luffy gear 5 #luffy gear 5 fic

[nocasdatsgay]

Fanfic: Glorified Warmer

Pairing: Neris

Rating: G

Word count: 630

Summary: Nesta starts her cycle and Eris shows Autumn Males are in fact good for something.

Warning: menstruation talk otherwise it’s fluff

Read it on ao3 or read below| Based on this post

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“Nesta?”

Eris’s voice carried into the bed chamber as he shut the door. Nesta groaned into her pillow. She had no idea what time it was or how long she’d been sleeping. She woke up after Eris, like always. Only this morning she realized her cycle started. She had enough energy to bathe and change the sheets, before lying back down. She felt the bed sink behind her.

“Love, it’s almost noon. Are you feeling alright?”

“I’m fine I-“ she paused. She promised him no lying, not even if it embarrassed her. “My cycle. I’m always tired on the first day.”

She felt him shift under the covers and scoot towards her. She relaxed when his arm wrapped around her and his soft scent filled her nose.

“Do you have pains?” He whispered into her hair, kissing the back of her head. “I can help with that.”

“Oh can you?” She asked sarcastically, not turning to face him.

“Autumn males have some usefulness,” he chuckled. His hand grabbed and tugged up her nightgown.

“What are you doing?” She nearly elbowed him trying to pull away.

“Relax, Nesta,” he laughed. “I’m trying to help you.”

She was skeptical but stilled herself and let him slip his hand under her gown. He laid it on her abdomen. It took a moment but his hand was warm, more heated than normal. She relaxed again.

“See,” he said. “Better?”

She nodded. “Would you- it’s mostly in my back.”

“Roll over.”

They both moved, Nesta rolling onto her stomach and Eris sitting up. She felt him push up her gown again, tugging it higher and exposing most of her back. She let out a deep sigh as both warm hands pressed against her lower back. It was like a hot water bottle, but better.

She turned her head on her pillow. “Where were you when I had this every month?”

“By the cauldron, every month?” Eris’s disgusted tone only made her laugh.

“You’re half a century old and you didn’t know humans bled once a month?” She sighed again when he pressed his fingers down gently, massaging the muscles in her lower back.

“The Mother really cursed your kind when she made you.” Eris muttered as if she couldn’t hear him. He kept massaging her and said louder,“I wasn’t interested in the human reproductive system. I can’t say I was interested in humans at all.” Even though she knew he was simply being honest, she still frowned.

“We were equally uninterested in your kind.” She snapped back. “You’re nothing but a glorified warmer.”

He only laughed. “My love, this glorified warmer will leave you where you lie.”

“Then do it.”

He hummed in response but didn’t move his hands off her skin. Instead he shifted down to lean over her and kiss her along her spine. She could smell the air shift, a slight hint of arousal coming off her husband. She couldn’t even be angry about it.

“I love when your fangs come out.”

“Behave. I’m tired and bleeding.”

“I’m always on my best behavior.”

She scoffed at him as he said up and went back to rubbing soft circles in her back. They both fell into silence. It didn’t take long for Nesta’s breathing to even out, sleep taking over again. She briefly woke when Eris moved off her. He whispered for her to go back to sleep.

Eris gently straightened her gown and tucked the blanket around her. He stepped out and ordered a tonic be left for her by a healer and told the servants to not wake her. He came back with a filled water skin and heated it with his magic. He left it on her back and kissed her head again before finally leaving her to rest.

#neris #they’re married your honor #fluff #domestic fluff #nesta archeron #eris vanserra #eris acotar #nesta acotar #pro nesta #pro eris vanserra #quick fic #fanfic #eris has warm hands and knows how to use them

[fraugwinska]

um hi! can I request an embarrassed Al with s/o who likes to kiss on him repeatedly? :))

Hey there Anon! I hope I got it right? =D I just needed a bit of fluff and sickly-sweetness! ❤️ Thank you for your suggestion!

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Pandoras Box

“You are looking grumpy today, my love.”

“I’m not grumpy. “

You and Alastor sat on the sofa next to the fireplace in the salon, a common occurrence that you had developed over the past few months. Whenever one of you had some time to spare, you'd find yourself on this very sofa, with the other magically appearing to keep you company. Sometimes your read together, sometimes you listened to music, most of the times you talked, about this and that, about light and heavy things, whatever came to mind. 

One fateful time, you had told him that you loved him. and a few other times later, Alastor had told you he loved you too. 

Everything could've been perfect if there wasn't the huge difference in need for physical affection. While you were a very touchy-feely person when it came to the people you liked (much less, loved), someone who loved to hug, kiss and cuddle - Alastor was reserved, to say the least. 

You understood, he came from another time, another culture, his tight-wound manners and gentlemanly behavior deeply ingrained in his personality. You loved him because of it, wanting to give him time to maybe someday get used to the idea, but sometimes the wait frustrated you - seeing Charlie and Vaggie lovingly hug each other every day on their way to the kitchen before breakfast, or Husk and Angel sneaking around the hotel (like no one would see them), making out in dark corners. You wanted to be respectful of his boundaries, but that didn't mean you weren't longing for more - or any - PDA. 

“The little wrinkle between your brows says otherwise, little doll.”

He looked up from his newspaper and rubbed the space between your brows with his long, slender fingers. You swatted them away and huffed. 

“I'm not grumpy. I'm…”, you searched for the right words, feeling Alastor's worried gaze on you. “...restless.”

He tilted his head in confusion, his smile more tense than usual. you knew him well enough to know he was worried. “And why's that, dear?”

You decided that the time has come where honesty was the best measure. 

“Because I want to kiss you.”

He stiffened, his fingers dug deep into the newspaper he held. You fiddled with the edges of a throw pillow - now pandoras box was opened, so you had to see it through. You lifted your eyes to look at him. His ears were folded back on his head, his smile seemed strained… and from under his collar, you could see the beginning of a flush. 

Oh. That was interesting. 

“Right now, here? That's a little... inappropriate, don't you think?”, Alastor said quietly, smile still tapered on but his eyes quickly scanning the empty foyer. 

“No one's here Al… besides, I just… Sometimes I just want to kiss you, or hug you, without care where we are or who might see it.” you say softly. “But I know you don't like that, so… I repress it.”

Alastor sighs, the redness creeping from his neck up to his jaw. 

“I suppose,”, he starts, voice slightly distorted - he's looking away from you, fixating on the double doors of the entrance, “since we are indeed alone, I could allow… “

Before he could even end the sentence, you darted forward, taking the vague opening he gave you, and pressed your lips on his. 

Different than the kisses you shared in the 'secrecy' of your bedroom, this kiss felt daring, exciting and oh-so-sweet. You could taste the way Alastor was flustered by your sudden brazeness, although he reciprocated. Hesitantly at first, but when you sighed into his lips he visibly and audibly relaxed, his hand tenderly weaving into your hair, scraping your scalp and pulling you closer. 

You broke the kiss, radiating happiness, it must've shown on your face because Alastor chuckled quietly, cheeks now as flushed as his neck. 

“My, that wasn't half as bad as I thought it… “

Another kiss cut him off again, like an addict you moved onto him, straddling him while you couldn't stop yourself, kissing his lips, his cheeks, his temples, searching for any spots that haven't been covered by your lips. 

Alastor had no chance in stopping you, mumbling things like “Enough dear!”, “Silly girl, you!”, even coming as far as “Give you an inch and you take a mile!” while you attacked him with feverish pecks. 

With a last, soft and long kiss on his lips, you slid your arms around his waist and let yourself rest on his chest, giggling content into his lapels. 

“Are you satisfied now, little vixxen?”

You nodded happily, still tightly pressed into him. 

“Good.”, he mused, wrapping his arms around you. 

“And you.” his voice fell an octave, and you lifted your head to see Angel, Husk and Niffty standing not too far at the end of the foyer, visibly shaking with - in order - suppressed laughter, horrification and morbid curiosity, “will cease that memory from existence if you value functioning organs.”

You couldn't help but laugh and kiss his nose as he sent death glares to the retreating demons, his ears flicking and cheeks still painted in the sweetest shade of red. 

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel fanfiction #angel dust #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel niffty #fraugwinskawrites #quick fic

[kazuhiokkotsu]

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◈Anything Please◈

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<Kazuha x Reader>

-Angst

⏤͟͟͞͞ Part 2 - The one

Summary: He always leaves you to venture the world but during those times, he met someone new, someone better than you and thus he left you.

Reader: female

Warnings: --

A/n: feel free to correct my grammar

I hope you enjoy~!

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"I'll come back to you soon, dont worry!"

You waved at him good bye as he grew smaller and smaller until he left your vision.

You always been a lucky girl, always getting what you wanted and so you hoped that he will become yours.

You went back at your abode wondering when he will come back.

You two met not to long ago, he saved you when you were being attacked by some treasure hoarders on the way home. To repay him you let him rest at your house whenever he wants and he gladly took it. During those times he visits, you two grew to know eachother.

You always tried your best to enjoy the moment his here with you because you always think about the day he will leave again.

You two werent official or anything just some friends that kind of act like a couple but not really?

But youre okay with anything aslong as you can still see him but your heart still yearned more.

Going to the shower with a heavy heart.

The thing that you feared the most is him finding someone new, someone to love and he wont come here anymore.

You wanted to confess to him, you tried to confess to him but every time you always get interrupted or your confidence just dissapears causing you to be a stuttering mess.

-

"Oh! Kazuha welcome, its been a while!" You greeted him.

Its been a year and a half since his last visit and you dearly miss him.

"Hehe, sorry i didn't inform you about my whereabouts, i forgot" he said while scratching the back of his head.

'You forgot about me?' Is what you wanted to say.

"Haha its ok!"

"Anyways come in!" You said before you can step aside, you noticed someone behind him.

"Oh? Who's that behind you, Kazuha?"

"Oh! Yes i came here because i wanted you to meet my girlfriend!"

You heart fell into pieces

All your hope just dissapeared

You knew that once he had a girlfriend your position in his life will become lower and his visits will become rarer.

Your fear came true, thats what you get for not confessing soon, now youre too late.

'Girlfriend?'

"Hello, you just be y/n, i heard alot about you" she said smiling.

Oh how you want to be introduced like that by him 'this is my girlfriend, y/n!' But you were simply to late and thought he'll come back to you, single.

"Oh- hello! Nice to meet you" you faked a smile.

"You too"

"And im sorry, y/n! We cant stay here for too long, were meeting her parents, hehe, just wanted to stop by and introduce her to you so next time you two wont be that much of a stranger!"

"Oh its ok! And good luck at your guys relationship, hope it last long" you chuckled but deep down you wanted them to break up this instant.

"Haha thank you!"

"Thank you"

"Lets go now, love"

"Mhm, bye y/n, hope we meet again soon"she waved.

I waved back beading them good bye.

They turned at their back and their figure become smaller smaller.

Oh how familiar this scene is

Where you seen him go but this time hes with someone

Someone he love

and that someone will never ever be you.

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You sat there at your bed, praying to whoever to please let him come back to you and look at you with that loving gaze he held for her.

Youll do anything! Anything please! Just to suit this ache and be with him.

But this time the gods didn't let you have your way and you continued to have a heavy heart.

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*Masterlist*

Its been a while since my last post.

Im currently working on a fanfic but my brain keeps skiping to the main part so idk how to start it and stuff💀my brain rn

I wrote this short fic at school, so its a bit uncreative-ishbut i do hope you enjoyed it! :D

-February 27, 2023

#fanfic #genshin fanfic #genshin headcanons #genshin impact #genshin smut #genshin fluff #angst #genshin fandom #genshin angst #fluff #no comfort #kazuha angst #kazuha #genshin kazuha #kazuha no comfort #short fiction #quick fic #genshin kazuha angst #kazuha x reader #female reader #kazuha x reader angst #another love #one sided love #kazuha one sided love #kazuhax #Kazuha genshin #genshin kazuha no comfort

[tikus-library]

"Almost"

THE LOSERS AU - Quick Fic

Characters: Jake Jensen x Reader

Posted: Aug 16th

WARNINGS: none

A/N: I haven't written anything in weeks. I woke up and thought of that audio emergency call and thought that Jake would fit appropriately and this happened.

For @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse cause you fed my Jake Jensen need awhile back so I am returning the favor... a Lil bit here lol

Like, Comments, & Reblogs are always appreciated and loved.

**Please Do Not Repost or 'Fix' My Work**

It was the third ring, how could you explain that a ring sounded desperate? Maybe it was the fact that Jake never called- he only ever texted you.

"Hey–" you answered, wincing as you realized how breathless you sounded.

There was a long pause from his side and you were about to repeat yourself when he spoke, or rather cried, "I lost my niece!" He lamented.

You blinked and pulled your phone away to stare at it before bringing it back to your ear. "WHAT?!" You demanded, stuffing your feet into your boots and shoving your wallet into your back pocket as you shut the front door to your house, already climbing into the car. "Jake.. how do you lose an entire child?!"

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#the losers au #jake jensen #quick fic #jake x Reader

[askstevella]

Valentine's Day Special // I miss you.

It's been a week. More than a week when Stella was left alone at home, minding her own business. Yes she had work to do at SHIELD medical wing and the hospital if she was on call. But it's weird coming home to silence, no chatter or smell of food being cooked.

Being woken up in the middle of the night with a small cold sweat and looking over your shoulder to find the that side of the bed colder than expected.

Empty.

She will play with her ring and sigh, belly flopping on the back of her queen size bed.

God, I missed him.

She missed annoying him with her lousy comments, barking up a laugh at his jokes and seeing the way his nose snuff up signing how he felt. He sometimes didn't even have to say a word, she can read his face like the back of her hand.

And now she can't.

He was gone.

More than gone.

Out of the country never to be seen again...until the next booking month. He, Sam and Bucky were on a mission in Mother Russia to take down some scientific project. She wasn't allowed to know the details nor call him. But made due with what she had, leaving her hair tossed up in messy bun and wearing his sweater as she lay around the house. Or if she was out with friend, she'll check on her phone to wonder if he arrived yet.

But nothing.

Natasha would say, "He'll be back before you know it."

And she'll reply, "I know..I know."

She fell in love with Steve Rogers, but she married Captain America.

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It was now Valentine's Day. The commercial holiday where couples went to enjoy themselves. She knew it wasn't a true holiday or anything, just some lousy way for companies to sell chocolate and flowers to people. And or have them stress about what gift to get their lover.

And to have people wonder if they will never find love.

She knew the whole plan behind this day, but she didn't care. It was always an fun excuse to feel pretty, eat at a nice place, watch a movie and cuddle with the people she loved. Every Valentine's Day, Steve would wake her up with kisses on her cheek before he head off to a work out. They would have breakfast together like always, plan their day and head off to their usual routine.

Then in the afternoon, she will come home to make a late lunch (if they weren't going out) and as he arrived, stepping into the door with flowers along with a nice box of heart shaped chocolates to share together afterwards. Afterward, they would watch a movie and if there is time...

..dance in the living room then crashing onto the very couch they started on.

But today, she felt like a part of her was missing. She just wants to know he's okay. To someone else, she might've sounded dramatic for missing him but when you fall in love with someone who makes you smile whenever possible, you can't help but feel that way.

In result, she spend the day as she normally would watching the clock ticking away every once in a while. Some moments at work would pass like years, waiting to get out and head to the super market. Finally she was able to leave, going to the super market to grab extra ham and bread as she hesitates to pick herself up some flowers and chocolate but she does anyway.

Once she arrived at her apartment door, humming Avril Lavingne's song 'When You're Gone' due to it playing on the radio this morning, she paused. The radio was on again...

She remembered she turned it off this morning, she groaned muttering, "Not today..anything but today." Stella picked up her big girl pants muttering a few curse words as she returned to enter through the fire escape instead closing the window shut behind her. She hummed since the whole place felt normal, at least as normal is it can get for her. She grabbed her taster from her pocket as she put her items down gently searching around for anyone she didn't recognize.

Then she sucked in a breath, gasping at the sight once she arrived at the kitchen. Her eyes watered as she chocked on a silent sob seeing the small display on the dinning room table. Flowers. Not just her any flowers but her favorites, tulips filled with a second bouquet of rose beside those. She pinched herself almost wishing this wasn't a dream. But she knew it wasn't one. She inched over to find a soft hand written card with a little doodle of a money with a bow tie and top hat, which allowed a small chuckle to escape. She knew who's handwriting it was.

Underneath the soft note card stood a box of chocolates. God, it was a box of chocolates with a mini bag of M&M dressed on top. The lights were turned down low, creating a soft almost whispering feeling, yet it was comforting. Like a warm blanket on this freezing cold day.

The 14th was always a good day in general, but Valentine's Day tend to always be colder. Which mean being wrapped in cozy sweaters and blankets underneath the warm of each other.

"Hey. You're back early."

In came the voice. She knew it all too well, as she chuckled and nodded. Her man has returned in the flesh. Tears came rushing back to her eyes at the sound of his voice that she can tell tickled with laughter behind it.

Once she turned around, she was given a wishful sight. She expected to find him in sweatpants and a old t-shirt. But she was completely wrong and god, could she be more happy. The sight in front of her was Steven Grant Rogers in a white collar robe, messy deep brown hair, a beard and a peak of his chest showing underneath it all. She must've died and went to heaven.

"What? Like what you see?" He said in a teasing tone, reaching out a hand waiting for her to grab it. He even wiggled his fingers for added effect.

"You tease." She mumbled, walking over to loop her fingers with him and eyed his faced, having his features wash over her. She forgotten how deep his eyes looked in the dim lights of their apartment.

"What?"

"Nothing..I just missed you. So much."

"I'm sorry I was away for longer than expected, but Bucky and I, we couldn't miss Valentine's Day. Sam was beginning to get annoyed wanting to have his boyfriend all too himself today."

"I bet. And I don't blame him, I would feel the same way if I was him. Now, I think you owe me a kiss."

He leaned into her touch, pressing his forehead against her and hummed, "I'll do you one better. You get washed up and I'll rock you're world."

"Yes, sir." She hummed with a blushed grin, rushing to the bathroom seeing a robe waiting for her too as she gasped, "Me too?! Did you boys shopping in mother Russia?!"

All could be heard was Steve's laughter yelling at her to go take a shower. Once she entered the shower, washing herself from head to toe deciding to leave her curls loose today instead, allowing herself a moment to breath and take in the sound of the water hitting the tub's floor and the soft sound of music playing from their radio.

The moment Stella left the shower, getting half dressed and wrapped herself in the nicest robe she ever seen, she untangled her crazy curls and left the bathroom. What she didn't expect for the lips of her husbands to softly crash onto hers in a long awaited kissed. It was so tender, so sweet and ever so gentle as he cupped her face humming at the sound of her giggles in return.

"Hm. Now you're clean." He hummed with a chuckle, hands still placed on her cheeks, "I missed you too. I don't know much longer I was take being stuck with my crazy friends in the freezing snow."

"I can share that same sentiment." She replied with a chuckle of her own sighing, "I love you, Mr. Rogers."

"I love you, Mrs. Rogers."

"Not possible."

"It most certainly is possible."

She was about to say another word when smell of ham hit her nose and snorted, "Is something burning?'

"Shit." He muttered snorting at how the romantic moment was ruined by the smell of burn food as he added, "It's not burnt, it's crispy."

"Extra crispy."

"Shut up you will eat it anyway."

She laughed at that knowing it was true, following him into the kitchen with her arms wrapped around his middles as he fluttered kiss up and down her cheek and neck.

It was nice Valentine's Day indeed.

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Happy Day Of Love! I wasn't expecting to write this today but I got inspired hehe I hope you like it

Question for everyone: Any favorite love songs?

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[weltato]

@lilacthebooklover here's the idea :D

Warning for those not in the know - Paulkins soft whump coming up, and without our beloved Traumatised Paul Matthews™ this time.

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Paul arrived home as usual. He unlocked the door as usual, hung his coat up as usual, put his shoes away as usual. He called out to Emma as usual.

He got no reply. Fair enough, she'll probably still be at work.

Paul went into the kitchen for a glass of water, then headed for the sofa to relax. What he didn't expect to find - or rather, who - was Emma sat there already. She hadn't noticed him yet.

She was crying.

"Emma?"

She startled, quickly wiping her face before glancing to Paul.

"Oh, hey Paul."

Emma didn't face him properly, still hiding behind her arms and the comfort of an old, grey hoodie from her travelling years, worn from use but still the coziest thing she owned.

"What's wrong?" Paul asked softly, placing his glass on the coffee table and sitting next to her.

"It's...nothing."

"It's not 'nothing' if you're upset about it."

"It's stupid-"

"Hey-" Paul placed a gentle hand on his partner's shoulder, coaxing Emma to look at him and giving her a smile when she did, "-it isn't stupid. Whatever it is is making you sad, and I wanna help. Please?"

His puppy dog eyes and her surface emotions cracked the usually strong walls around Emma's heart and she sank into Paul's patient arms. Hugs with Paul were surprisingly cozy. They cuddled in comfortable silence until Emma was ready to speak.

"...It's Jane's birthday..." she finally murmured, her voice small and sad.

"Oh," said Paul, "I'm sorry."

"It's ok, I told you it was stupid."

"And I told you it's not." Paul fixed Emma with a firm gaze, unwilling to let her believe she was being stupid. "What did Jane like?"

"What?"

"What did Jane like? Y'know, on birthdays."

"Uhh..." Emma took a few moments to think. "She liked snack foods, the ones that you could easily eat with your fingers. She also liked the silly party hats. The only cake I actually remember seeing was a carrot cake when we were kids."

"Ok," Paul nodded, thinking things over, "Ok. Wanna make a cake for her?"

"She...she's dead, Paul." Emma looked at him like he was insane.

"I know, but we can make it in honour of her, since today's her birthday."

Emma laughed, "Now you're being stupid."

"It's not stupid if it made you smile again."

*Disclaimer: I still haven't watched NMT (pls don't kill me, it's on the to-watch list!) so all I know about Jane is she's dead and somehow became a car?? If any details conflict with canon then this is an AU, baby!

#wel writes #ficlet #quick fic #drabble #(i think?? didn't actually check) #emotional hurt/comfort #starkid #team starkid #hatchetfield #hatchetverse #hatchetblr #paulkins #paul matthews #emma perkins #whump #hope you enjoy