#rating: g

[merlincinema]

Artist/s: dollopbrain (@myoonmii) Title: Merlin Stardust AU  Rating: General  Pairing: Merlin/Arthur  Character/s: Merlin , Arthur  Media: Merlin(BBC) , Stardust (2007) Warnings: None  Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53963371 Artist’s Notes: I really enjoyed creating this piece as a part of the cinema fest, specially because it gave me the chance to get this Merthur AU out of my head!

#merlin cinema #merlin cinema 2024 #participant submission #fanart #merthur #cw: no archive warnings apply #merlin #arthur pendragon #rating: g #artist: Dollopbrain #movie: Star Dust (2007)

[eyesofshinigami]

Alley Oop

Rating: G

CW: None

Tags: Established relationship, supportive Wayne, sports talk, Eddie loves Steve

Prompt: For @sparklyslug "Love is secretly studying up on the nerd shit he's into" (I took it in a slightly different direction, but it was fun!)

WC: 709

Written for @steddielovemonth Day 11

Eddie thought he would get away with it. That no one would know. It could just be his little secret and then he could pull it out and impress Steve and show him that he does listen when he talks.

“What are you doing, boy?” 

Eddie nearly pops out of his skin, throwing the magazine over his shoulder and nearly braining Wayne with it. “What?! Nothing! I’m doing nothing!” he cries out, turning around and trying to act casual.

Wayne raises an eyebrow. “Then why are you acting like I just caught you with your hand in the cookie jar?” He folds his arms and pins Eddie with a look. “You know, I already told you I’m okay with you and Steve and what you get up to, as long as you-”

“Oh my god, no, Wayne. It’s nothing like that,” Eddie groans, letting his head thunk against the table. His uncle thinking he was looking at porn in the middle of their kitchen is almost worse than what he was looking at. “I’mreadingaboutsports,” he grits out quickly.

“What was that now?”

Eddie sighs. “I said… I’m reading about sports. Picked up some magazines from Melvald’s.”

Wayne looks at him like he’s lost his mind. “I don’t think I’m following, son.” 

“I’m trying to learn more about sports. You know. For Steve.” Eddie talked a lot of shit about sports in high school, knows deep down it’s not really his thing, but he can’t deny how much he loves how Steve gets when he gets to share his passion for them. For all that Steve talks about how dumb he is, the guy has a brain like a steel trap when it comes to statistics, plays, maneuvers, and players. He can recall how his favorite sports team fared ten years ago, he can calculate a batting average off the top of his head, and he can predict a play that a coach is going to call before the coach does. It’s frankly pretty impressive. How could Eddie not want to indulge that? “He’s been playing in my new campaign and having a lot of fun, so… I thought I would do the same for him?”

Wayne’s lips quirk up in a smile. “You asking me or telling me?” Eddie lets out a noise like a deflating balloon, which makes Wayne laugh. “I’m only picking at ya, boy. But I think that’s sweet. And I know he’ll appreciate it. You ought to see the way that he looks at ya when we’re all watching the game together.” 

That makes Eddie feel a little gooey inside. It makes him happy to know that other people see how happy they make each other. “Yeah. I want to like… understand what he’s talking about. It’s a lot more complicated than getting a ball in a laundry basket.” He chuckles, remembering the rant he sent Steve on when he said that. He’d been teasing, but when he thought back, he might have felt the same if Steve made a comment like that about one of his monsters or a plot he’d come up with. 

See? He’s growing as a person!

“Even if you don’t like it, it’ll mean something to him that you’re trying.” Wayne reaches out and ruffles Eddie’s hair, the same way he’s done since Eddie was a kid. “Y’all are good for each other. I was skeptical about that boy when you first brought him ‘round, but I see it now. You keep taking care of each other like this and it’ll work out just fine.” Wayne bends down and picks up the magazine from the floor and hands it back to Eddie. “Better get to studying. The Pacers game is next weekend and I bet Steve would appreciate a trip down to Indianapolis…”

With a wink, Wayne leaves him be. 

The wheels in Eddie’s head are already turning, thinking about how he can rope Robin into helping him get tickets. Maybe they can make a weekend of it, rent a hotel room and go out to dinner and just be with each other for a while.

Yeah, that sounds excellent. Eddie will get right on that, right after he learns the difference between a bank shot and a free throw.

#les writes things #steddie #steddielovemonth #rating: g #fluff #established relationship

[desceros]

Idk if you accept requests (which is fine- I'm just thirsty) but do you think you'll ever write more Bayverse Donnue X Reader? That recent fic you did was too cute and the way you write his dorkiness is elite. Ilysm ❤️

will i write more bayverse donnie the people wonder, not knowing my google drive has about twenty more ideas yeah i'll take them! it'd probably be pretty fun to have a little collection going on ao3 for that kind of thing, but i'll post them here until i get enough to pull that together. for now, here's a cute little thing i pulled together for you! hope you enjoy <3 Donatello/Reader, GN!Reader, pining, donnie being a tender dork

“You’re starin’.” 

Raph’s finger pokes between your eyes, prompting you to swat him out of the way. Shooting him a brief scowl, you huff in annoyance. “Yeah? And? I’m busy. Go away.” 

Raph, apparently gunning for the title of most annoying turtle you know, does not go away. He sits next to where you’re leaning on the table, chin in your hands and gazing adoringly at Donatello. 

Donatello who, fiddling with some kind of contraption he’s working on, has his tongue sticking out.

“He’s so cute,” you sigh, a little sick with it. 

“It’s gross.”

“Uh, you’re gross,” you tell him, nose wrinkling. “Don’t you have anything better to do? I'm trying to enjoy this. Make like a tree and leaf.”

Donnie turns the contraption around in his hands, and then his face lights up as something apparently clicks into place in his mind. With a little giggle, he grabs a different screwdriver and gets to work. 

“Oh my god,” you wail softly, hands covering your mouth because it’s too much. 

Raph folds his arms, and you can feel how hard he rolls his eyes. “You ever consider talkin’ to him?”

“I talk to him all the time,” you dodge with the elegance of an elephant. 

“You know what I mean.” He nudges you with his foot, except he forgets a little that he’s a mutant turtle and you are what he likes to call a squishy. 

“Ow! Fucker!” you hiss, reaching out to pinch him. You’re stopped, however, when you hear Donnie calling your name.

“You okay?” he asks, raising his goggles up from his eyes and blinking to readjust to normal vision. His hands have stilled on the contraption, lowering it to his lap as he stops what he’s doing to check in at the sound of your pain. He looks like he's about to get up and come check with his own two hands, like hearing it won't be enough.

Oh, god, you’re in so much trouble.

“Y-Yeah! I’m fine!” you answer sweetly, squawking when Raph’s hand collides with your back between the shoulder blades and knocks you forward. 

“Geez, you’re so squishy,” he says. 

“Hey, watch it,” Donnie says, a frown marring his beak. “You know they don’t have a shell, right? Be gentle!” 

Groaning, Raph rolls his eyes again, pushing away from the table to stand. “Okay, I can’t handle both of ya being like this. I’m out.” 

Rubbing where your rib cage had hit the edge of the table a little hard, you glare at his shell before you look back to Donnie. He too seems a bit miffed, though his gaze gets a little sweet, a little shy when it meets your own. He wiggles his fingers in a tiny wave before he clears his throat, picking his contraption back up with hands that look a little unsteady, like now he can feel the way you’re watching him and it’s having an effect. Sure enough, his glance darts up to meet your own, just for a second before he looks back down, hands working faster and tongue darting nervously over his lips. 

…Oh, yeah. You’re in so much trouble.

#ask tag #tmnt #bayverse #donatello/reader #just a lil bit of fluff. as a treat. #oh man. i need a writing tag here now huh. uh. #my fic #rating: g

[fine-nephrit]

🥏 TXF Fic Rec #9: "A Few Thousand Plus One" by mldrgrl

Funny, cute, and totally in character, today’s fic is our duo having a conversation in a diner, just like a few thousand times they have already done across America, but this one is a little special.

Their back-and-forth verbal dance is a chef’s kiss. Mulder is witty, charming, and determined, and Scully is her usual no-nonsense eyebrow-raising self. The ending is quite perfect.

I adore this story. It will put a delightful grin on your face.

🥏 A Few Thousand Plus One by mldrgrl (@mldrgrl)

Length: Short, 2,000+ words Season: No Era Given Relationship(s): M/S UST Tags: humor, fluff Rating: G

#x files #the x files #x files fanfic #xf fanfic #msr #nephrit's fic rec #favorite #len: short #season: no-era-given #ship: m/s ust #genre: humor #genre: fluff #rating: g #by: mldrgrl

[hp-fanfic-archive]

seventeen moons by we_built_the_shadows_here Pairing: Severus/Lily Rating: G Word Count: 6k “The scar is small, at least,” Pomfrey says, pulling the bandage snug around the cleaned wound. There’s a pity in her voice that makes Severus want to throw up again. “It will be easily covered.” Dumbledore catches him inspecting it, as if mesmerized. “You are lucky to have survived at all,” the Headmaster says. Severus does not say I don’t feel very lucky because it is stupid and obvious. Instead, he says unsteadily, “I want to press charges, sir.” Pomfrey stills, tightening the bandage to the point of discomfort. “Remus Lupin would be executed,” Dumbledore says. “The Ministry takes a dim view of werewolves who infect other wizards.”

#snily #snily fic rec #hp fic rec #severus snape #lily evans #severus/lily #snape/lily #marauders era #canon divergent #werewolf au #friends to enemies to lovers #get together #rating: g #5 to 10k words #angst #hurt/comfort #pining #theme: war #personal favorite

[eirenical]

For the "Character-centric stories in 1k or less" prompt:

Di Feisheng and "what would happen to a houseplant in his care" (but obviously caring for any herb or vegetable Li Lianhua has planted is fair game!)

:D Thanks!

@bbcphile you have NO idea what you started this afternoon. XD I am so glad you shared that cracktastic plot bunny with me, because it rooted itself in my brain and wouldn't let go, so I HOPE YOU ENJOY THE RESULT. XD

This clocked in at 2,365 words when all was said and done, so I just chucked it directly onto AO3.

...also because I'm seriously considering coming back and playing with this 'verse some more. XD

Enjoy? ^_^

From the Mud of Adversity (2365 words) by eirenical Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 莲花楼 | Mysterious Lotus Casebook (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Di Feisheng/Li Lianhua | Li Xiangyi, Di Feisheng & Wuyan Characters: Di Feisheng, Li Lianhua | Li Xiangyi, Wuyan (Mysterious Lotus Casebook), Monk Wuliao Additional Tags: brief appearance by - Freeform, Fang Duobing - Freeform, Crack Treated Seriously, ...mostly, Transformation, Lotus flowers, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Donghai Battle

Summary:

A single lotus flower lay in the sand, its red-tipped white petals half-buried, its broad green leaves wilted and mangled, its stem twisted upon itself and nearly broken. The pull of gravity on his body now that he had stopped was too much, and Di Feisheng folded slowly to his knees beside the ruined lotus. His thoughts drifted as he laid back down beside it, gently freeing its petals from the sand as he fought to keep himself awake. What a pair we must make, little lotus. Each broken and bleeding and far from where we belong… It was certainly his imagination, a hallucination brought on by encroaching fever or the sun beginning to beat down from overhead, but he'd have given almost anything if the grumpy voice he thought he heard in response had been real. ~Speak for yourself, Di-mengzhu. I'll be on my feet again before you know it.

#mysterious lotus casebook #di feisheng #li lianhua #li xiangyi #feihua #dihua #di feisheng x li lianhua #wuyan #eirenical.fic #1000 words or less meme #...failed at that one i guess #XD #writing meme answers #rating: g #crack treated seriously

[mentorandstudentzine]

🏐 𝗙𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝗭𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗥𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 🏐

Hey, hey, hey 👋🏼 To celebrate our 2 year mark, we are releasing the "Passing the Torch" PDF & add-ons for everyone! PtT is a gen, PG-13 fanzine, centered around platonic mentor & student relationships. Please enjoy💕

➡️ DOWNLOAD HERE

@haikyuubulletin @haikyuu-community-board @zineapps @zine-scene @zinefans @anizines @zinesunlimited @eufanzines

#mentorandstudent #zine #haikyu!! #haikyuu zine #haikyū!! #free zine #digital zine #anime zine #fandom zine #rating: g

[lockwood-fic-recs]

can you recommend a fic where lockwood is the most. amazing. lovely. boyfriend? where he's protective and just so supportive and lovely...... i need a good fluff desperately.✨

of course!! soft boyfriend lockwood fluff coming right up <3

Eye of the Beholder by cassiopeia_story | T | Oneshot | Established Locklyle

Lucy is fed up with Lockwood calling her beautiful.

2. You Can Hold My Hand If No One's Home by bandgeekbuckley | G | Oneshot | Established Locklyle

The one in which Lockwood yet again demonstrates that he’ll do just about anything for Lucy, even if that means washing the dishes.

3. sweet nothing by menina123 | G | Oneshot | Established Locklyle

Lockwood can't stop unintentionally calling Lucy terms of endearment. Or: five names Lockwood has for Lucy and one she has for him.

4. I thought the plane was going down, how'd you turn it right around by orionsbeltt | T | Oneshot | Pre-Locklyle, Getting Together

Lucy gets stood up on a date, so Lockwood tries to make her feel better.

5. Frozen Noses, Frozen Toes (The Frozen City Starts to Glow) by cherriepixie27 | G | Oneshot | Pre-Locklyle, Getting Together

Lockwood takes Lucy ice skating.

#ask #answered #fic rec #rating: g #rating: t #ship: locklyle #character: lucy carlyle #character: anthony lockwood #category: f/m #author: cassiopeia_story #author: bandgeekbuckley #author: menina123 #author: orionsbeltt #author: cherriepixie27 #status: completed #length: oneshot #canon divergent #canonverse #misc: pre-relationship #misc: fluff #misc: established relationship #misc: first kiss #misc: getting together #misc: happy ending #misc: idiots in love #lockwood-fic-recs #lockwood & co #lockwood and co #lockwood and co fanfiction

[lightsonparkave]

Before the Fall

It’s so hard to remember, after years of anger and broken trust, how true their love was, how deep their connection. But it’s just as hard to forget.A manipulation of a panel from Captain America v3 #41, May 2001.Inspired by two prompts for “Betrayal:” Avengers v5 #29, July 2014, and Caravaggio’s The Taking of Christ.

#MissionCritical #round 52 #work: edit #rating: g #universe: 616 #stevetony #stony #superhusbands #lightsonparkave #submission

[merthurglompfest]

Title: a joy hard earned By: Fleetling / @fleetlingfics Gift for: @JaponicaStar Rating: Gen Word count: 958 words Warnings: None Creator Notes (Optional): 

Summary:

"If it weren't for this speech-"

"Let me look at it," Merlin says, snagging it off the table. Arthur grabs for it, pointlessly, and then resorts to just glaring at him half-heartedly.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54899464

#merlin #merthur #merlin fanfic #merthur glompfest #merthur glompfest 2024 #type: fanfic #rating: g #wc: 0 to 1k #glomper: fleetling #glompee: japonicastar

[winterknights]

ART: The Secret Ingredient

Title: The Secret Ingredient Artist: Laevateinn Pairing(s): Merthur Prompt: #33: "Hunith teaches Arthur the family Christmas biscuit recipe. Established Merthur." Art Medium: Moodboard Rating: General Contains (Highlight to view): *Fluff, Modern AU* Disclaimer: Merlin characters are the property of Shine and BBC. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended. Notes: Happy holidays!

Summary: Merlin and Arthur have been together for quite some time now, it is only fair he helps around for Christmas.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52106473

#winterknights #merlin #merlin fanart #merthur #character: merlin #character: arthur #fest: 2023 #pairing: merlin/arthur #rating: g #fanart #winterknights 2023

[simperoniandcheese]

Just For Us- TJ/Cora (The Good Cop)

Just For Us

simperoniandcheese

Summary:

Cora and TJ have secrets. This is one of them.

Tall and tan, and young, and lovely,

The girl from Ipanema goes walking,

"God, Caruso, change your alarm already, it's driving me insane," Cora groaned, burrowing deeper into the mattress.

TJ chuckled, and leant over to silence his phone before settling back into the sheets, gently peeling them back until his wife's face was looking back at him.

"Think that's annoying?" He smiled, to which she tilted her head in amused confusion. "On the morning of my 18th birthday, Dad changed my alarm--he switched the English segment around with the actual start of the song, which is in Portuguese. I thought I was losing my mind."

"Jesus, that does sound like Tony." Cora replied, her voice straining as she stretched, then returning to normal as her head came to rest on her husband's lap, where he began to softly caress her hair, the tips of his teeth showing in a brisk grin as she reached back to cup his cheek with her free hand, the other pinching, grasping at the hem of her singlet.

"Do you think we should tell him, though? About..." TJ frowned a little, trailing off.

Cora's hand on his face slackened, and her other hand went up to the now-noticeable slope of her stomach, where it stayed as she breathed, her expression one of deep thought, and TJ's mind went into overdrive, the cogs of his brain tick-tick-ticking as he spilled out. "I-I mean, we don't have to, it's your choice, I--" but eventually stopping as he caught her withering look.

"Assuming we're 17 or so weeks along, it won't be too far ahead before everyone in the force cleverly deduces that this little goblin here isn't just a case of going ham on the takeout." She sat up to nearer his level, her focus so clear like a mirror on her face he could've smashed it with a hammer.

Although, he thinks bemusedly as they lean into each other like magnets, as the younger guys in the squad would put it, I "definitely smashed" something else entirely to get to where I am now.

Nevertheless, TJ nods, gesturing for her to go on as she shifts her head against his collarbone.

"My point is that there's not much point trying to hide anything soon. I'm thinking we could just tell people straight off, with none of that Hollywood-type 'we're pregnant!' shit."

"That sounds good, I think." He trembled slightly, his words cutting out with a nervous bob of his Adam's apple.

"Shit-I didn't mean to stress you out, TJ, I'm sorry," She gasped, grabbing his hands firmly. "I want you to tell me if something's bugging you, 'kay?" She looked into his eyes, her pupils almost entirely swallowing her irises because of the lack of light that was in the bedroom.

"I'm just terrified that I'll slip up and everything will be ruined because of me. You know me, I make horrible decisions 80 or 90 percent of the time, and screwing up is even less of an option because now there's gonna be our child in the picture," He stressed, 

She cut him off again with the type of hug that silences. 

"Okay, okay. Think of this as that one Star Wars movie where Darth Vader's wife is pregnant and he's like 'you're gonna die in childbirth, nooo', and she doesn't actually, she's killed by him because of his anger and evil, the very evil that sprouted from the fear he had of not being able to save her." Cora articulated with a squeeze of her hands in his, and he looked back at her with a mildly concerned expression.

"...I've only watched the original trilogy, Cora." He exhaled.

"Well now you've watched the prequels. Anyway, I wanted to show you something I bought," she told him, a certain something sparkling in her eyes as she led him down the stairs and to the small table, where a small box was lying.

"I have a feeling I'm going to be pleasantly surprised," TJ remarked with a small smile on his lips.

"Open it, open it," Cora giggled, her face aglow like she knew something he didn't. (Which, to be fair, was exactly what it was.)

"I hope it's not a razor, Burl got me that as a little joke one ti..." He faltered, his words, all that he was going to say, gone in a flash. 

It was a mug. A mug that said "#1 Dad". He felt himself tear up a little, as his brain apparently hadn't woken up to the fact that yes, they were bringing a child into the world.

Out of love.

Him and Cora.

"Thank you," TJ choked out, at a loss for words. 

He opted for the non-verbal approach instead, pulling her into his embrace tearfully and pressing his lips against hers, and he was crying and she was crying and all he could muster was a small sob while she patted him on the back softly, her voice whispering into his ear.

"You're gonna be the best dad,"

#tj x cora #the good cop #josh groban #tj caruso #cora vasquez #monica barbaro #netflix #sobbing #how did i write this MASTERPIECE BRO IM CRYING #please enjoy oh my god #rating: g #the good cop netflix #the good cop fics

[eyesofshinigami]

It Takes Time

Rating: G

CW: None

Tags: Established relationship, implied pre- S4 relationship, minor talk of injuries, tiny bit of angst, boys being soft

Prompt: For @shares-a-vest "Love is about healing each other's wounds"

WC: 1116

Written for @steddielovemonth Day 16

Even amongst the many horrible encounters with the Upside Down Steve has had, this last one was probably the worst. Steve had done everything he could to keep Eddie out of his mess, the one thing that he could never be honest with his boyfriend about, and yet Eddie had still gotten dragged in somehow.

And almost died for it.

Steve still can’t believe that it’s over. It’s finally over. Sure, his nightmares are even worse, having held the person he loved bleeding out in his arms, but they made it. They lived. They got Eddie to the hospital and after surgeries, a medical coma, and a laundry list of therapy appointments for both of them, they finally made it home. 

Home is now the little house on First Street. It’s not much to look at, but it’s theirs. 

Kind of like them, really.

Steve is the one that brings Eddie to the house once he’s released from the hospital. He told the kids that they could come by in a couple of days, after they’ve settled in and had a chance to collect themselves. Wayne had brought over a few things right before, and he told them he'd be back in a few days as well to check on them, just a phone call away if they needed him. It was enough to make Steve tear up.

“Come on, baby, we’re here,” he says, leaning over to kiss Eddie on the cheek. His boyfriend had fallen asleep on the drive over. Steve couldn’t blame him; he could feel tiredness settling into his own bones. He’s not 100% either, but Steve won’t be able to rest until he knows Eddie is comfortable, taken care of. 

Eddie stirs and blinks his eyes, smiling when he realizes where they are. “Home?” he asks. He hasn’t gotten to see it yet, but he’s heard Steve talk about it enough. At Steve’s nod, Eddie grabs his hand and holds it for a minute. “Ours. Fuck, I can’t believe it.”

Steve smiles back. “Yup. Let’s get inside. I can show you around after we take a shower and get settled, okay?” Eddie lets out a hum of agreement and opens the car door.

They make it inside, slowly and carefully, Eddie’s eyes wide as he takes it in. Wayne and the Hopper-Byers had pitched in to give them the bare bones to start with, like a couch and a table with chairs. The only thing Steve had been adamant about getting himself was the bed, a brand new queen that they could share. When Eddie sees it, he lets out a little choked noise. “We have a bed. Our bed. It’s ours.” 

“I made sure of it, baby.”

“Can we lay down together? I can’t wait to try it out.” Eddie reaches out and runs his hand along the comforter, a soft blue to go with the dark gray sheets Steve had picked out. “I know we’re not up for anything naughty, but… it would be good to lay down with you.”

Steve can’t help but kiss him. “After our shower. I have to change your bandages, too.”

Eddie squints at him. “And yours too.” Steve goes to protest, but Eddie shakes his head and crosses his arms. “Nope, you’re not getting out of it.” He wraps his arms around Steve and pulls him close, and Steve can’t help but notice how their scars mirror each other. “If you’re going to take care of me, I’m going to take care of you, okay? We’re in this together, isn’t that what you said?”

Steve nods. He remembers the way his heart jumped into his throat when Dustin and Max came scrambling into Family Video yelling about Eddie. He remembers how he wrapped Eddie up in his arms and kissed him softly, not caring who saw, after Eddie dropped the bottle when he realized that Steve had come for him. “We’re in this together, baby. I’ve got you,” he’d said.

“It is. You got me, Eds.”

Eddie smirks at him, giving him one more kiss before he pulls Steve into the ensuite. It’s pretty tiny, barely enough room for two nearly grown men, but they make it work. They strip down and climb into the shower. Normally, they would fool around a little bit, but they’re both so tired and worn down and still healing. There will be plenty of time for shower sex later, when they’re both not quite so broken and rundown. Instead, they take turns washing each other, careful of still healing wounds and old hurts alike. Steve handles Eddie like he’s made of glass, something precious he’s worried about breaking under his hands. In turn, Eddie takes his time and works the knots out of Steve’s back, days and weeks of worry built up in his muscles. 

It feels like the first time Steve has been able to breathe in years. 

Once they’ve dried off and both put on sweatpants, Steve pulls out the first aid kit that he’d bought right after he had started getting the house together. Eddie raises an eyebrow but doesn’t say anything, instead they both quietly get to work.

It shouldn’t feel like second nature, patching each other up. They take turns tending hurts and rubbing creams into healing wounds, bandaging each other up as they go. There’s something that’s macabre and intimate about it, Steve thinks. 

“I’m sorry.”

Eddie looks up from where he’s wrapping another bandage around Steve’s torso. “What for, sweetheart?”

His vision gets a little blurry, the wall of emotion hitting him. “That this happened to you. That you got hurt, that all of my…” the word bullshit clogs in his throat. “All of this made you hurt. You got hurt because of-”

“Don’t even, Steve. You didn’t do this to me.” Eddie cups Steve’s face so that Steve has to look at him, even with tears streaming down his face. “I just wish I could have helped you sooner, sweetheart. With Starcourt. With the junkyard. All those things you felt like you had to hide from me-”

“To protect you. To keep you safe.” Because you matter. Because I love you. Because you were the port in the storm of all these terrible things that kept happening to me. 

“And you did, even at the end when you dragged me into that hospital out of the jaws of death. Baby, I wouldn’t even be here without you. But I’m here. We’re here.” 

“We’re here,” Steve repeats, leaning close to press their foreheads together. 

Even scarred as they are, they will heal from this. It’ll take time, and hopefully it’s the end for real this time, but Steve’s not alone.

#les writes things #steddie #steddielovemonth #rating: g #established relationship

[desceros]

me, having an insomnia: [copes by writing donnie snuggles] donatello/reader, gn!reader, rated g

You wait as long as you can before you finally give in and go find him. 

His lab is empty, which surprises you. Usually, when you’re having trouble sleeping, you can find him in here. Donnie’s good at making you interested in even the most obscure of his projects, but when you come to him in the dead of night, he has this… thing he can do where he rambles in a low comforting voice until you drift off in the chair next to him. He’s tried to explain it to you before—something about vibrations and pitch—but you like to think of it as the power of love.

Scoff, he’d say, turning his face away to hide the way his lips would go a little wobbly.

He’s not in the kitchen getting a snack or cup of tea, which isn’t too uncommon. Something about sugar boosting his brain while he’s tired, you think he said. Nor is he in the living room, scrolling through his phone in the dark while he battles his own insomnia demons. Donnie isn’t always productive, but it’s difficult for him to take a break, sometimes. 

Can’t turn my brain off, he says, eyes fluttering shut when your fingers find his face to caress it. 

You look everywhere—the game room, his lab again, the garage, his lab one more time—before you think, oh and check his bedroom. 

…He’s asleep, you realize, blinking a little to see it. His mask is draped on his bedside table, his battle shell gone to reveal the soft keratin underneath. It’s a bit of a relief to see, deflating that piece in your brain that always worries about him, even as disappointment stings just a little. A sleepless night it is, then, you muse, turning to leave and go back to your room before you’re stopped by a sleepy mumble of your name. 

“…C’mere,” Donnie slurs, reaching a hand inelegantly behind him to pat at the bed.

Completely busted, you come inside. Lifting his blanket, you crawl beneath it, pressing close to his soft shell. Instantly, there’s something inside your chest that just—relaxes. Your lungs take in a full, proper breath that smells of his skin. Cool beneath your cheek, his shell comforts you, enticing your palms to press against it even as you curl into him.

“…Can’t sleep?” he asks. 

“Mm. Okay now,” you respond quietly.

“Sure?” 

“Mm.”

A low rumble comes out of Donnie’s chest; not enough to disturb. It’s a bit like a white noise machine. You sink into it, into him, enough that you don’t feel him move to turn until he’s already halfway there. 

Facing you now, Donnie slides a hand to the small of your back and pulls. Easily, you melt into him, sliding one leg between his and slotting into place. Sighing with contentment as his plastron melds to your chest, you wrap an arm around his torso, your fingers tracing familiar divots in his soft shell.

After a few moments of just this, his fingers find the hem of your shirt. You shiver, starlight catching in your throat. Wanting more, wanting him to know you want this, that you want him, you hum softly on your next breath.

He knows what that sound means. But he asks anyway. “Good?”

“Mm.”

Slowly, sweetly, he ducks his face in close. He’s a little shy, still, about kissing you; but it takes your breath away all the same, making you stroke a long line down his shell while you tilt your head a little to meet him halfway. It’s a gentle, chaste thing that leaves your heart mostly in place, though it quivers when he makes a little chirpy sigh that betrays his feelings on having you here. The night makes him honest, his hand sure on your hip to keep it pressed to his, his beak nuzzling your cheek confidently.

Tucking your face into his throat, you feel him inhale at the crown of your head and sigh out with complete satisfaction. He goes boneless, his body meeting the shape of yours and little churrs vibrating through your chest where there’s nothing between you except the cotton of your shirt. Mindlessly, your fingers trace little hearts onto his shell, quiet little promises of something you know you’re going to slip and say, someday.

Warm, happy, you close your eyes and slowly drift off to sleep.

#my fic #donatello/reader #me: i can't sleep #my brain: go cuddle with someone until you can then #me: 😭 #tmnt #rise #rating: g

[fine-nephrit]

🥏 TXF Fic Rec #1: 'Love and Bearclaws' by Edie Rone

I first discovered the X Files belatedly in early 2022. Since then, the show and its fan fiction have sucked me in like none other. It’s been an obsession that is dubiously healthy but exceptionally salubrious as my way of self-care. Indulging in fics gives me so much fun and comfort in times of need. It’s no exaggeration that this hobby changed my life for the better.

I am awestruck by the breadth and quality of fics in this fandom, an accumulation of our fanfic writers’ immense talent over all these years. I’ve saved the ones I liked in my ‘would reread’ bookmark, and I want to share my collection here with recommendation blurbs and use my posts as a personal database. I love writing about the fics I read and reading about other people’s thoughts on fics!

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Ok, let's start with a very short one, one of my favorites.

A delightful morsel of fluff in only 496 words. Just the right amount of cuteness and humor, and perfectly in character!

🥏 Love and Bearclaws by Edie Rone (@edierone)

Length: Ficlet, 400+ words Relationship(s): M/S UST Tags: Fluff, Scully-POV Rating: G

#x files #xf fanfic #nephrit's fic rec #favorite #len: ficlet #ship: m/s ust #genre: fluff #Scully pov #rating: g #by: edie rone

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Unsaid by Dianaartemis16 Pairing: Severitus Rating: G Word Count: 35k "Perhaps a man who wants to redeem himself in the memory of the mother would, in turn, give comfort to a child." Dumbledore grinned at the other man's unbidden expression of shock. "But when said like that, it hardly encompasses the depth of emotion when I see you have cradled Harry Potter to sleep after a nightmare." Severus scowled. "I was not cradling him."

#severitus #severitus fic rec #severus snape #harry james potter #hp fic rec #rating: g #25 to 50k words #pre hogwarts #hurt/comfort #angst #running away #found family #personal favorite