#tryna get back into writing after being sick

[fanficanatic-tw]

'Til Death do us Part' Series ~

'My dad told me there are two types of girls... the ones you grow out of, and the ones you grow into. I really hope I'm the latter' - Chloe Sullivan.

Taglist: @darknightfrombeyond @arrthurpendragon @foxesandmagic @ocappreciation

#kayla hale #ocapp #another edit lol #tryna get back into writing after being sick #stiles x oc #stiles/oc #stiles stilinksi fanfiction #teen wolf #using smallvillr quotes because I'm rewatching and obsessed haha #and this quote just RESONATES #he grows out of Lydia into Kayla 🥺🥺🥺

[moonlitdesertdreams]

Stuck like glue

Request: "I'm going to scream your domestic character joining coop on his travels from her cabin is SO good 😭 I was wondering if you would write something with the same character in her cabin when coop turns up from nearby having taken one too many bullets? Or maybe he's sick and needs some jet. Some hurt/comfort fluffy sweetness" A/N: Thank you to the awesome anon who sent the idea! Maybe not AS fluffy as we wanted, but there's for sure some soft Ghoul going on in here. And, oh yeah, the reader has a dog now. No description of said dog has been given, so please imagine as you'd wish. Tags: Fallout, Cooper Howard, Cooper Howard x F!Reader, Cooper Howard x You, Ghoul x Reader WARNINGS: Canon-Typical language and violence, brief mentions of sexual interaction. Summary: Your favorite Ghoul needs to be patched up after a spat with some Raiders, and you always know just how to make him feel better.

Word Count: 2.0k+

Gif credit to @elisefrost from this set

You’re outside attempting to hang clothes to dry when you hear it. 

The soft but distinct sound of jingling metal comes from behind your cabin. You set one hand on the pistol strapped to your thigh and walk in that direction, eyes peeled for any movement. A bark echoes the sound from your porch, and you snap at your four-legged companion in an attempt to get him to stay. 

“Tiger!” You hiss. “Quit!”

 He relents with an indignant huff and returns to the porch, while the metallic noise keeps up in a steady pattern, akin to the cadence of a slow walk. You tilt your head at the thought and eventually move the hand off your pistol; only one person would dare tread this close in broad daylight with such carelessness.

“Coop?”

You don’t see him anywhere, but you’re almost certain it was the sounds of his old spurs that caught your attention. 

“Cooper if you’re tryna scare me, you know I'll gut you.” The threat is an empty one, but saying it gives you some hope that it’s indeed him and not a Raider or Slaver looking to score some loot. 

“No need, babydoll.” His voice sounds ragged, tired. “Don’t think I could scare a bunny rabbit at the moment.” 

You follow his voice to your left, and find the Ghoul leaned up against a tree. He’s practically swaying in the breeze, very apparently unsteady. You rush over just as he slides down and collides with the dirt.. 

“Cooper! What happened to you?” 

Your hands flutter up and down his arms, brusquely checking for any injuries. Nothing obvious jumps out at you, but he heals fast and external wounds are rare. A wheeze claws its way up his throat and morphs into a hacking cough. You recognize the sound as the need for a Vial, and grab at his bag. 

“Do you have any on you?” 

A stuttered cough answers. “Fresh out… s’why I came here.”

Your stash of Vials had been growing just about as long as you’d known Cooper. When you traveled together, he’d hand some off to you for safekeeping, and there always ended up being extras. Upon your return home, he’d tell you to keep them. It wasn’t shocking, given that he found his way back every couple of days.

“Alright, come on.” You crouch down and position yourself beneath Cooper’s arm. 

You can tell he’s weak by the way he leans into you, knees wobbling relentlessly as you pull him up. Another round of coughing wracks his body and you squeeze him reassuringly. 

“Couch isn’t far.” You chose your words carefully, avoiding any inkling of pity. Having an already deteriorating Ghoul is enough, let alone a defensive one who hates being pitied. 

Cooper does his best to keep up with your steps, but his movements are sloppy and uncoordinated. You can feel the heat radiating off of him through his jacket and hear him wheezing beside your ear. Stepping onto the porch gives him some trouble, but you manage to haul him up and inside the door. Tiger whines nervously, circling the pair of you as you trek inside. The Ghoul collapses onto the couch as soon as it’s within reach. 

After making sure Cooper’s not going to slide off the couch, you continue to the med-kit in your makeshift kitchen. The Vials are hidden at the very bottom, wrapped in cloth for extra cushion to prevent shattering. You decide there’s more than enough for him to take two, and carefully extract the mysterious chem. 

Cooper’s laid out on his back when you return with the Vials. One arm is thrown over his eyes and the other dangling off the side of the couch with Tiger perched beneath. The dog nuzzles his favorite person’s hand for attention, and it elicits a chuckle from you. Even as the only conscious person in the room, you were still second in Tiger’s eyes. 

“Coop.” You shake his shoulder gently. “Hey. Hey. Where’s your inhaler?”

You nudge his hat away and he blinks slowly. “Mmm.”

“Ok then.” You mutter and pat down his jacket, searching for the contraption he always carries. The coat yields no results, and you pat down his pants until you feel it tucked away into the pocket at his hip. “Finally.”

Cooper shuffles ever so slightly when you slip your hand into his pocket. “H-hey now. I know you love me, baby, but I-I ain’t got it in me right now.”

An errant smile pushes its way onto your lips. You snap the meds into place on his inhaler 

“Open up.”

He fails to heed your instructions, and you ultimately end up forcing the inhalant into his mouth. It never works instantly, but within a minute or so of administering it there’s movement. One of Cooper’s hands lifts to cup yours, puffing on the inhaler again. 

You release your hold on it and rock back onto the balls of your feet. It’s then you take note of the holes in his clothing, and run a hand down his chest. There’s numerous holes, some as big as your finger and others no larger than a pinhead. 

“Cooper, what happened to you?” You sit on the edge of the couch beside him as he takes his first deep breath without Chems. 

“I just turn’d in a bounty and some Raiders jumped me.” He looks down at your hand on his chest. “Bastards shot me ten or eleven times. Damn buckshot got me good.”

You nod. “I can tell. You were in a bad way, Coop.”

The Ghoul sits up slowly beside you so his legs can swing off the couch. “I’ll be good as new, soon as this stuff starts workin’ good.” 

Tiger hops up on the couch next to him, tail wagging with excitement. The dog licks your cheek on his way to Cooper and pushes his nose into the Ghoul’s shoulder. You chuckle at the interaction, patting the dog’s shoulders. Coopers are still hunched with exhaustion, and his deep-set eyes look even more so. 

“Well until they do, you rest.” You stand, glancing out the still-ajar door. “It’s getting dark anyway.”

Cooper, as usual, opens his mouth to protest. If there’s anything he hates, it’s feeling useless. 

“No arguments.” You point a finger at him. “I mean it.”

He grumbles, but relents. “Fine. Only if you turn somethin’ on that ol’ TV of yours.”

The television turns out to be a perfect method of relaxation. You have to remove Cooper from the couch temporarily, but wrestle it into the pullout bed form and line it with blankets. The Ghoul had given in to his exhaustion rather easily at the prospect of a comfortable bed and kicked off his boots to climb all the way in. You hung his coat on a nail by the door, but made sure to leave his guns, lasso, and assorted weapons within arm’s reach. The TV played some old soap opera from before your time while you snagged a couple of hard candies- a luxury item, as the nearest settlement called them- and made to settle in. 

Cooper had managed to prop himself against the back of the couch, feet kicked out down the length of the thin mattress. Tiger, seeking attention as per usual, is curled up against his right leg. A wet nose rests just beneath Cooper’s knee and twitches in interest when you unwrap the first candy. 

The Ghoul might as well be a dog himself for the way his ears perk at the sound of a wrapper. 

He watches intently as you very gracefully clamber to sit next to him. You pop the fruit-flavored candy in your mouth and scoot around until you find comfort. In this case, it’s leaned up against the Ghoul beside you, head dropping onto his shoulder. His breathing is still shallower than you’d like, but a vast improvement from where it was when he’d shown up. 

“You ain’t gonna share?” 

You open your fist and offer up one of the candies. “I suppose I could. But only for you.”

A smirk twists the corners of his scarred lips. You poke at the candies and attempt to read the labels to no avail. 

“I’d offer you a choice of flavor, but…” You shrug, looking back up to your Ghoul. “Slim pickings.”

He lifts a bare hand to your chin, tilting up. “I think the pickin’s are just fine.”

You smile and lean in to meet him, lips falling into a familiar dance.The hand on your chin slides down to grip your nape and holds you firmly in place. It’s not long before the candy is gone from your mouth. Its remnants remain, mingling with the taste of gunpowder and smoke. A few moments pass before you decide to separate

“Miss me much?” You inquire, cuddling yourself down into his side. 

His arm raises to accommodate your body and lowers it back down to encircle your shoulders once you’re settled. “I always miss you darlin’. For a variety of reasons.”

You hum softly, “Yeah? Why’s that?”

Cooper’s hand trails up and down your arm, leaving wide trails of gooseflesh. “Well, the main one happens to be the lack of entertainment.”

You scoff. “I’m your entertainment?”

“Fuck yeah, you are. ‘Specially when you’re hollerin’ at scavengers and shootin’ anything that moves.” The Ghoul chuckles to himself. “Or trippin’ over a sleeping yao guai.”

You shove him playfully. “That was one time, and I shot it dead anyway.”

Cooper pulls you towards him, and you shift until you’re between his legs, chest pressed against his back. “That you did, sweetheart. I ain’t forgot.”

He grabs the nearest blanket and tosses it over your entangled bodies. You curl to the side and rest your cheek to his chest. Tiger shuffles his body with a huff, apparently frustrated with the lack of attention.

“What would you do without me?” You tap his chest gently, relishing in the warmth he produces. “Other than get eaten by a yao guai?”

The Ghoul scratches Tiger’s head. “Prolly go feral. Chase around some folk to scare em’.”

You know he’s joking, but the thought of losing him to ferality scares you to no end. Particularly since he’s just shown up on death’s door and almost hacked a lung onto your floor.

“Don’t say that.” You lift your head to catch his eye. “Please.”

Cooper may be a gruff old Ghoul with a dreadful outlook on the world, but he softens ever so slightly at your words.

“You know I don’t mean it, sugar. You’re stuck with me, whether you like it or not.”

Two scarred fingers hook beneath your jaw and pull you back up to his lips. It’s tame at first, but the Cooper you know wastes no time making an appearance. His teeth nip at your lip gently and one rough hand slides up your side until it cups your breast. You press into him eagerly, climbing upwards until your thighs slot around either side of his hips. He responds by grinding them into you, delicious friction warming you from head to toe.  

Tiger decides he’s disgusted at this point, and hops off the couch with a comical groan.

Unbothered, one of your hands latches onto the lasso that is tossed on top of his pile of weapons. You loop it around his neck, gripping either side of the rope and pulling him in. Cooper smirks against your mouth. 

“Oh I love being stuck with you, Cowpoke.” You whisper against his mouth, earning yourself a quick bite to the bottom lip.

The Ghoul grins and quickly shows how much strength he’s regained by reversing your positions. He snatches the rope faster than you can react, and wraps the fingers of one hand loosely around the column of your throat. There’s just enough pressure to shoot a pang of arousal between your legs. Cooper knows you’re squirming, and presses a knee there to relieve some of the ache. 

“Glad t’hear it.” He murmurs into your neck, “‘Cause I sure as hell ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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thanks for reading, much love ❤

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[loveharlow]

hi :)

i love your writing! could i request an ajax x reader fic where the reader gets hurt and ajax gets all protective over them and angry with the person who hurt them, sort of angsty

thank you!!

ARE YOU ALRIGHT?

PAIRING ‧₊˚ Ajax Petropolus x Fem!Reader

SYNOPSIS ‧₊˚ [1.7k] Ajax is bit protective of his girlfriend and wants to keep her safe. So when a recently erratic redhead catches her in the Nightshades archives, he isn't too pleased.

WARNING(S) ‧₊˚ swearing, fluff, hurt/comfort, mild violence, Rowan loosing his shit, angry!ajax, mild angst

A/N ‧₊˚ I'm not tryna villainize Rowan , I just needed a conflict. RIP ma boy. PS - To all my gif makers, we need more Ajax gifs please, I will pay you 😭 (not literally I'm broke)

Hope this is good enough for you, anon!

˗ˏˋ ajax masterlist ˎˊ˗

I WAS IN THE NIGHTSHADES LIBRARY, SLUMPED AGAINST ONE OF THE SUPPORT BEAMS AS I READ THE BOOK I’D BEEN STUCK ON FOR THE PAST WEEK. A bowl of grapes on one side of me, occasionally dipping my hand in to grab a few and plop them in my mouth, eyes scanning word after word, paying no mind to my surroundings.

That was, until I heard the familiar screeching of the statue opening to the library. My face screwed in mild confusion, not expecting anyone to be coming. Especially at this hour — it was half past 11 and I should have very well been in my dorm, sleeping. But what Weems and the other staff didn’t know couldn’t hurt them, right?

The footsteps that descended the curved staircases were heavy and frantic, tattered sneakers coming into view as they practically flew down the steps. Fully lifting my head from the worn pages of the novel I was reading, I waited to see who had entered the library — seeing as only a handful of people knew it existed.

However, the face that followed was unexpected. A head of red hair and glasses — what was Rowan doing here? He got kicked out weeks ago. 

He didn’t seem to notice me as he eagerly scanned the bookshelves for…whatever it was he was looking for.

He looked stressed…erratic. Almost like a wild animal, if I’m being honest. He’d been acting strange ever since the new girl showed up but he looked worse than he did when we told him we couldn’t keep him around a couple weeks back. He had deep, red bags under his eyes and his hair looked like he either hadn’t touched it in days or couldn’t stop touching it. 

I let the grape clenched between my fingers fall into the bowl and let the book fall shut, the sudden noise causing the boy to whip around until he set his eyes on me. His shaky gaze went wide before hardening into a glare that I chose to ignore.

Setting the book on the ground, I stood slowly, dusting off my pants as I did so. “Rowan, shouldn’t be in here. You’re not a Nightshade, anymore.” I stated, keeping my distance.

“Y/n…” He muttered my name as if he was scared, putting his hands palm-side down in front of him as he inched closer. “I just need one thing. You don’t have to tell anyone I was here. I’ll be in and out, ’kay? I-I swear.”

I shook my head with regret, hugging myself close with the sleeves of my sweater pulled over my hands. “Rowan, I can’t- It’s not up to me. And even if it was, I'd tell you the same thing. You’ve been off lately…” I spoke meekly, not wanting to set him off as it has been easy to do that lately. Too easy. Dangerously easy.

His eyes squinted, his motions to come closer halting in a heartbeat. A deep scowl formed on his face. “Off? I’ve been off?” He laughed bitterly, looking up at the library ceiling. “That’s really funny coming from one of the elitist assholes who kicked me out of their little secret society the second I didn’t fit your standards anymore.” He snapped, throwing his hand out at me.

My head fell to the side as he spoke, lips parting to speak. “We kicked you out, Rowan, because you were losing your shit and we got sick of your tantrums. It seems not much has changed.” I reprimanded sternly. He started to take slow, calculated steps towards me. So, I started to walk around him, my back going from facing the support beams to me standing in front of the bookshelf, Rowan never taking his eyes off of me. We circled one another, almost taking the others place, with him now standing close to my abandoned book and bowl of grapes. “You’re dangerous. To yourself and us. And we don’t want to get caught up with whatever theory you’re chasing.”

“It's not a theory! It’s-” He took a deep breath, pinching the skin between his brows. “Damn it! Why are all of you so oblivious?! You can’t see the real danger that’s right in front of you-”

He was becoming volatile and unpredictable, in his words and movements. Grasping at his hair as his face became a deep, angry shade of red. “Rowan, you should leave.”

“NO! No, I’m not leaving until I get what I came here for-” He spoke quickly, his words jumbling together. He started towards me, in long strides and I almost didn’t see him coming. I wasn’t thinking clearly and he was starting to scare me.

“Rowan!” I shouted, the sound echoing of the walls and halting his movements. “Just go! I don’t want to hurt you but you’re making this more difficult than it needs to be.”

“I need the book…” He muttered, eyes glancing over the tiles on the floor frantically.

“What-”

“Just give me the damn book!” He shouted, finally snapping.

His right hand shot out and I could feel my body leave the floor as I flew back, my head hitting the wood of the bookshelves, disorienting me for a few moments. My head was spinning and the room was split into two as I tried to regain my consciousness. 

All of a sudden, what sounded like two pairs of footsteps were trampling down the steps, two blurry figures coming into view and shouting at Rowan. Inaudible statements I couldn’t make out. 

When my senses balanced back out, I could finally see the two people who’d entered the hidden library — Ajax and Bianca, shouting worriedly at Rowan.

“What the hell?! Stop!”

“Rowan, let her go!”

Rowan was simply shaking his head and squinting his eyes so tight, it had to have hurt. It looked like he was trying to block out his own thoughts and failing miserably. 

“Mmm.. shut up!” The angry boy shouted, causing his psychic hold on me to somehow put more pressure on my chest, constricting my airflow as I gasped for air — my chest was caving in. And if he didn't let me down, I knew I might die.

“You’re gonna kill her! Put her down!” Bianca pleaded. None of us were thinking straight. I looked ahead at my best friend and boyfriend, my eyes watering in struggle as my fists clenched at nothing. 

They spared a glance at one another before Ajax was reaching up at his beanie, going to tug it off before Bianca stopped him — shaking her head ‘no’ before she was marching up to Rowan and throwing his shoulder back.

Using her siren voice to force him into capitulation. “Put her down.”

Rowan's hands fell to his side limply, my lungs filling with air as my body slid rapidly down the wood of bookshelves and Ajax sped across the room as fast as he could to catch my frame before it collided with the hard floor.

His arms went under me, holding me bridal style before sitting down and lifting my head onto his lap, rubbing my cheek with one hand as I gripped the sleeve of his hoodie with mine.

“Breathe, it’s okay. You’re okay, it's alright. I got you...” he coaxed as I caught my breath.

Once I was breathing, shakily but breathing nonetheless, his head snapped to Rowan who was arguing to Bianca. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” He growled. “You could have killed her!”

“Ajax, it’s fine.” His gaze whipped back down to me, his glare harsh and angry — frightened. 

“Fine?” He said incredulously. “That wasn’t fine! He isn’t even supposed to be here. This is why we kicked him to the curb in the first place.” He ranted, turning back to Rowan who looked regretful about his actions but not necessarily sorry. “Because we knew some shit like this was bound to happen!” 

“I didn’t mean to...She was-”

“I don’t give a fuck.” Ajax said lowly, his eyes hard and dark. 

“You need to leave.” Bianca said sternly, arms crossed and eyes dead-set on him. Rowan stood in his place, stuttering like a fish out of water before she spoke again, much more conviction in her tone. “Now.”

Then the boy was dipping his head down and rushing up the stairs and out of the library. “Next time I see you, I’ll kick your ass!” Ajax shouted after him. He wasn’t the type to make threats but stoners had a type of strength like no other, so it wasn't one to be taken lightly.

Bianca rushed over to me who was now sitting up slow out of Ajax’s lap.

“Are you alright?” She asked worriedly. I nodded, coughing lightly once or twice. Ajax had a hand set on my back as I allowed my head to fall onto his chest, his free hand coming up to cradle my head.

“Thank you.” I muttered, voice still shaky. “But, why were you guys down here?”

Bianca smiled pitifully and rubbed her hand up and down my forearm. “I woke up and you weren't in the dorm, I got worried. I asked Ajax if you were with him and he said no, said he had an idea where you might be.”

“I told you to stop coming down here alone.” Ajax reminded firmly, looking down at me from where I was perched against his chest. I muttered an ‘I know’ and a ‘sorry’ before letting my arms go around his waist and hug him closer. Bianca let her hand fall from my arm, sending us both a look before bidding goodnight and leaving the library. 

Ajax and I sat like that for a while before he moved to stand, my arms falling from him as he rose. Dusting off his pajama pants, he outstretched a hand to help me stand. I wrapped both of my arms around one of his as we left the library together — my bowl of grapes and book abandoned and long forgotten.

When we got outside, I clung to him tighter as a chill swept by, my lungs thanking the breeze. “Can I sleep with you tonight?”

He didn’t stop walking as he leaned to kiss the top of my forehead. “‘Course you can.” He replied as we continued to walk together.

We made it to his room without being caught, going inside and getting comfortable under his covers. It wasn’t long before we clung to each so close, you couldn’t tell where he started and I ended.

“I’m sorry that happened to you. But I promise I won’t let it happen again.” He assured me sleepily.

“I know., but it wasn't your fault.” I mumbled, burying my face in his chest. “Love you.” 

“I love you, too.” He muttered, lifting my chin to peck my lips before allowing me to bury my face into his chest once more. His arms tugged me closer. I knew he was still fuming from what happened and I'd have to try and talk him down from potentially killing Rowan, or recruit Xavier to do it for me. In a weird way, I found it endearing to know he cared so much. But I don't like to see him upset.

And even though my chest still felt heavy and achy, and I’d have to sneak back to the girl’s dorm at the crack of dawn praying not to be spotted by Weems or the teachers — I knew it’d be okay.

feedback is appreciated! thanks for reading.

©loveharlow

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[lilacheavenn]

fashion show - r.c x reader

a/n: my first writing!!! hope u sluts (lovingly) love it <333

warnings: SMUT MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, daddy kink, fem reader, light spanking, cockwarming

"daddyyy, you aren't even looking !!" you whined at rafe.

you'd spent hours shopping for cute little night slips and lingerie sets with your friends . but now you're home, and rafe is too busy writing emails on his mac to watch your little fashion show .

"i am watching, okay ? jus' give me a minute to wrap this up . " he drawled, barely glancing up to see your pretty, pouting face .

you sniffled, stomped your foot, huffed out a loud breath, but nothing got him to look up again . even after a minute .

so of course you had to take things into your own hands !!! you slipped back into your shared bedroom and slipped on the cute, baby pink set you'd gotten earlier . it was adorned with small pearls and a bow in the valley of your breasts .

even as you walked out to the living room in what was supposed to be rafe's surprise for tonight, he didn't pay you any mind . instead, he furrowed his brows while clacking away at his keyboard .

"daddy" you whispered, moving his macbook and replacing it with your body on his lap .

"hey, what're you fucking doing, i'm working ." he growled out .

all you did was whine and pout while moving his hands to fit perfectly on your waist .

"what's this new outfit, huh ?" he teased .

"i ws tryna show you all m' outfits b'fore, daddy" you whispered with big eyes .

rafe knew he'd been busy, but it didn't fgive you an excuse to be bratty and distract him .

"yeah ? goin' out, spendin' my money, and then comin' home to me tryna distract me from my work, is that it ? huh ? you think those little shopping sprees come just from me fuckin' you ? stupid little bitch ." he scolded you .

all you could do in response was drag out a whine whole hiding your face in the crook of his neck .

but rafe didn't like that you were hiding from your mistake . he gave you a quick spank with his big hand, jostling you out of your hiding place . rafe made quick work of perching on his hip like a baby with his laptop in the other hand as he walked into his big office .

he set his computer down on his mahogany desk and sat you right next to it .

"daddyyy, i dont wanna be in here ! 's so boring ." you grumbled while swinging your legs, careful not to kick rafe and make him even more upset .

but then rafe started unbuckling the expensive belt of his slacks . he slipped his pants and briefs down just enough to free his cock . you're eyes went wide at the sight, expecting him to finally put you out of his misery and bend you over the desk to fuck you . you bit our lip to hide your triumphant smile, but it quickly faded when he pulled you on his lap .

"rafe, what's goin on ." you asked curiously.

rafe had never made you be on top, except when you were being punished . and of course you couldn't be getting punished, you didn't do anything wrong !!

"you're gonna fuckin' show me some respect, that's what's goin' on . 'm sick of all these filthy people never respectin' me, and you aren't gonna be one of them, you understand ?" . rafe always went on tangents about stepping up and no one respecting him, but they've never once been directed to you . "fuckin' sit on my cock . i have work to finish ." he demands .

you listen to him, eager to finally get some action (even if you have to work for it) . you shift your little lingerie panties to the side and carefully slide down his length, hugging his head in your arms for support. his hand wraps around your back, and once you bottom out on his cock, he forces you to stay down .

"daddy, lemme move ." you moaned out .

he let go of your body, instead rolling his chair closer to the desk and pulling in his macbook . he started furiously typing emails again to god knows who .

"sit still, and maybe i'll give you a good fuckin' after ."

#rafe cameron smut #outer banks smut #obx smut #rafe smut #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron imagine #divider: mewryn

[moralesluvr]

can you write you and miles 42 have a argument and yk hes being bitchy af and your being bitchy back but thinks he only can be bitchy so he shuts the argument down lmfaoooo

shut it down ft. miles morales

♡ pairings & aus: earth42!miles morales x black!fem!reader ♡ summary: you and miles get into an argument :( ♡ warnings: gaslighting, lowkey narcissistic behavior but hey it’s 42 miles. angst, yada yada yada ♡ a/n: thanks for your request bby! hope u like it :D ♡ got a request? | masterlist ♡

YOU LOVED YOUR BOYFRIEND, you really did– but for the last two months, he had gradually become more pushy, more paranoid, more protective.

And at first, you didn’t mind, really, you didn’t. You assumed that he was just trying to lookout for you, so you didn’t find it to be a big deal. Except, now, it was.

He promised you that the situation would never escalate. He had already lost too many people and he swore to himself he’d never let himself lose you too. You were precious to him, and he’d more than likely lose his head if you ever slipped through his tight embrace. So, everytime you left your house, or you were out– he was watching. Maybe not right then and there, but he had eyes everywhere, because he wanted to make sure that you were safe.

It started off with simple things, like sharing locations on your phones.

“Why do you need my location, Miles?” You had asked him, fingers skillfully braiding his hair back as he rested his head in between your thighs.

You felt him shift below you, “‘Cus I need to make you’re safe, mi preciosa. Let me see your phone.”

You obliged, handing him your phone with your free hand. You watched as he downloaded some software with coding that you couldn’t quite understand, but you trusted that his intentions were out of love. And they were, at first.

It only escalated from there.

It started with locations, then made its way to who he didn’t and did want you to hang out with, and eventually to what purchases you could and couldn’t make.

“Mami, what is this?” He had asked you one day while he was over your house. He held up a pair of Jordan’s, “I ain’t buy you these.”

You hummed, flipping on your stomach to face your boyfriend, “Yeah, I bought them myself. Just something to-”

“You don’t do that,” Miles cut you off, scoffing as he put the shoes down forcefully, “You don’t buy stuff with your own money. ¿Creía que te lo había dicho?”

“Sorry.” You murmured with an eye roll that you swore was concealed, but Miles caught it. He walked over to you, tucking his index finger underneath your chin.

“You got an attitude, ma?”

Shaking your head, you muttered a quiet no, reassuring him that something was in your eye and you were trying to get it out.

Miles hums, “That’s what I thought. And don’t buy no more of them shoes, you hear me?”

You nodded as he planted a kiss on your forehead.

You were entirely fed up.

And after that day, you knew that you couldn’t deal with Miles’ nonsense any longer.

In real time, you sat on your bed with your phone nestled in your sweaty palm, your boyfriend laying on his back next to you as you saw him scrolling on something. You looked out your peripheral vision to see he was scrolling through your bank history and purchases. You scoff, "Why are you logged into my stuff?"

"Worry 'bout yourself, Y/N." He warned, clicking on some button that said '25 MAX' in red lettering. You assumed he was putting a limit of your spending on your card. You snapped your neck over to him, "What is wrong with you? Get off my stuff, Miles."

He immediately perks up at your comment, "Who you talkin' to? I'm just tryna look out for you, but it seems like you don't want. So don't ask me for nothin' else since you wanna be ungrateful."

You laugh, standing up and putting your hands on your head in disbelief. "Ungrateful? Really? All you try to do is control me! You know what, I'm entirely sick of you."

"Watch your tone with me."

"I thought you said you liked my attitude?" You grinned, folding your arms across each other. Miles rises from his spot and walks over to you, his brown irises glaring deep into your own. You can nearly see his pupils shrink with how infuriated he is with you, "I don't know where all this is comin' from, but you better cut it out. You hear me? O lo haré yo por ti."

You feel your eyes water, a tear slipping out from underneath your eye as you nodded. Miles' thumb wiped the nuisance away from your pretty brown skin, "Look, mami, I'm sorry. I'm 'jus tryna' look out for you, and you bein' a little difficult."

Mustering a smile, you nodded as you felt Miles give you a quick kiss on your cheek. He left you standing there to collect your thoughts, disappearing into the kitchen. All although it was quite unfair to you how the situation went, what could you do?

You loved that boy with all your heart.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 ☻ thank you for reading!

𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑-𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓🕷️: @queenesther996 //@sukunas-slutty-bitch // @c3f21 // @wydney // @rinnyisnothere // @brieryann // @moisttowllet // @Dee-m-cee // @liliummz

𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ✎: @Dee-m-cee // @euphorichappiness10

#‧₊˚✩ — 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒! #‧₊˚✩ — 𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒! #spiderman #spiderman into the spider verse #across the spiderverse #miles morales #miles morales x reader #spiderverse x reader #spiderverse x you #spiderverse x y/n #miles morales x you #miles morales x y/n #miles morales x black!reader #earth 42 miles morales x reader #prowler miles #miles x reader #atsv x reader #spiderman: across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse

[tubulargargoyle]

DAWG: yeah so they all want me to play some stupid sims looking game with them at like the crack of daylight and i ain't really that type of person but like

DAWG: it would be rude not to play with them

DAWG: deadass Bro im only gonna play that stupid game cuz they want me to

DAWG: anyway

DAWG: Lizz said they saw you alive in their dream with their funky ass clouds

DAWG: is that true

DAVE: ...

DAWG: ok yeah you're still dead

DAWG: man Joan's dreams are weird but at least they tell the future sometimes

DAWG: compared to mine im getting sick of hearing Cal and Bro and like whoever else is whispering in my ear at night talking at me while im tryna sleep, you know?

DAWG: you don't know. because you're dead. can you stop being dead?

DAWG: actually that'd be so sick if you came back to life

DAWG: ghost Bro

DAWG: and you chill around in the air like that freaky green skull chick i saw that one time

DAWG: doubt that'll happen though

DAWG: sigh emoji my dreams are just dreams

DAWG: you know what else would be super sick

DAWG: if they postponed that game until after i wake up and do the daily training that'd be so cool

DAWG: they can't stand i sleep like a princess without a pea under my mattress. maybe they all got peas stuck up their asses and that's why they're so bitchy about it

DAWG: so how's being dead

DAWG: is it everything i wanted when i was 10

DAWG: it is so hard to have a conversation with a dead guy

DAWG: Dave

DAWG: Dave

DAWG: Dave

DAWG: i never asked before

DAWG: how the hell did you get your brain in a jar, write a note, and then make it appear in my room

#maybe he died because you were so fucking annoying have you considered that #dawg #dawg strider #dave #dave strider #hom3stuck #homestuck #strider #ask blog #badly drawn homestuck #bdhs #dirk strider #davebot #homestuck dave #hs dave #alpha dave

[lexosaurus]

Hey, Lexx! Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💜

LEXIE THIS IS SO CUTE!

Okay I couldn't narrow it down so I'm adding a 6th fic akjnsdfksjnd. So here's my top 6 fics with some commentary because I'm extra af:

1: Everything Was White: After being accidentally revealed to the public and taken away by the government, Danny deals with the aftermath of his time with the GIW.

Yeah, this won't come as a surprise to many. This VERY angsty longfic sorta marked a turning point for me where I started taking writing more seriously, really looking at plot structures, doing research, interacting with other writers. I went into this with "I'll just do a twoshot cuz I suck and I'm not capable of writing much more," and seeing how far I've come in skill and confidence has honestly kept me totally enamored with this fic. I love that I can see my improvement as the fic's gone on. I've gone back and cleaned up the early chapters, and I can still see a distinct difference. Makes me very happy!

2: Morge: It was a beautiful day outside. The birds were singing, the flowers were blooming...a corpse was found in the woods.

This was my first Invisobang fic and also my first (and only? so far?) Outsider POV fic. I loved exploring the perspectives of Amity Park and Phantom from somewhat regular people who don't know much about ghosts. And, of course, writing Danny slowly losing it as the fic went on was a great bonus!

3: Transformation Troubles: A hit from one of Skulker's weapons leaves Danny temporarily unable to transform out of his ghost form. Unfortunately for him, he still has classes to attend.

This fic is just a vibe, honestly. It's a "guilty pleasure" category of DP fics that are few and far between (glitching powers, still has to go to class) but I absolutely inhale any chance I get to read one. College AU, post-reveal MY BELOVED real tea y'all. This basically came from me wanting a niche thing and going, "Fine, I'll write it myself!!"

4: and then he woke up: In his dreams, he woke up in his cell again.

This oneshot is similar to EWW where it's my take on what a realistic GIW recovery might look like. Aka, Danny Has A Bad Time. It's a very sad hurt/comfort fic, but I think it also represents a "level up" in my descriptions and pacing that I've been trying to employ more in recent fics.

5: Black and White Roses: When he died, he didn't get a memorial service. He didn't get the vigil, the flowers, the headstone. In fact, no one even found his body.

Dude idk man I just really love Valerie and Phantom's dynamic. Also, thought it'd be really interesting to write a full ghost AU fic, which it was, because as I was writing it I realized like hey, he'd have a corpse, and corpses are kinda freaky aren't they? Like how would you react if ur ghost friend was like "Hey yeah my corpse is over there." That'd be fucking nuts.

6: Birthmark: “No, it’s…” He trailed off, rubbing a hand over his face. His eyebrows were pinched and he looked almost sick. When he finally spoke, his voice was small. “They’re not tattoos.”

Lichtenberg HC my beloveddddd seriously I love it so much I am SO normal about it. That and Phantom and Valerie becoming friends fics. Literally so fucking normal guys. Just trust me bro.

Yeah 5 and 6 are so similar so I couldn't pick between them hahaha. But this is my current top fave fics!

I'm also REALLY excited to release all the stuff that I've been working on the past year this fall. Not tryna gas myself up here but I've been sitting on so much stuff since last NaNo and I'm just ahhhhh!

#danny phantom #ask #my writing #phiccs #fic recs

[aranora]

Hello! Can i request cyno x male!reader :)

Reader need something from dragonspine, so he agreed with aether to go with him, but cyno got a bit jealous, so he goes with reader too :D

We all know cyno's outfit🥶, reader asks cyno about the cold, but cyno tells him it's ok(it's not), so reader hugs him, cyno gets so flustered ;)

All I can see is just really pouty Cyno as he trudges through the snow behind you basically attached to you while traveller is just tryna talk haha. I actually really liked the idea considering the change in scenery and overall just feel of Dragonspine compared to the desert and how he just wouldn't know how to act properly with not being accustomed to the mountain. I just noticed this would be my first fluffy story on this account and I actually quite like covering a different thing to usual! I don't write for male readers that much but I will try! If I make any mistakes with pronouns (story will be using He/him but will be first person) please inform me so I can adjust it. ❄️Snowflake❄️ ❄️Warnings: I don't think there are many warnings as it's overall just fluff with some jealousy. Not really a warning at all but established relationship! ❄️Not proof read ❄️Word count:886 ❄️For the traveller I'm using Aether! ❄️Reader will have a pyro vision for only the most important reason, lighting the damn campfires. Will also be catalyst. (One time I almost froze because my Diluc just wouldn't light the fire and kept swinging at nothing and I'm still very annoyed about that) ❄️ ❄️ ❄️ Grumbles escaped from your lover that trailed beside you, glaring at the traveller that happily talked to you as you began to scale the mountain. You knew that Aether knew Dragonspine best of the people you were friends with in Sumeru, taking the chance to request for him to go with you to look for something that had piqued your interest. Aether accepted happily, seeing it as a chance to both hangout with you and see Albedo again if he was working at the lab. The Adventure was sure to be long and hold it's struggles, but with Aether is felt a lot easier than you're usual adventures. Cyno had demanded to tag along with you both, thinking he just wanted to see the snow which never was found in Sumeru with the harsh temperatures on a regular basis. As you reached the frost covered ground, the cold quickly hit you, nipping at your exposed cheeks and nose. You listed your hands to your face as you continued the stroll, snow clinging to the material of your thick pants. The pre set camp came into view as you slowed a bit, drowsiness finally kicking in after the long hike. As Aether wandered ahead, informing of his plan to visit a friend your attention flicked over to Cyno who awkwardly shuffled in the dense snow. You only now noticed him still in his usual attire, chest fully exposed to the cool breeze. You had expected him to be wearing his cloak that he would always wear when venturing out of Sumeru, so you were somewhat surprised by the fact that he wasn't and that you somehow didn't notice earlier. "Cyno where's your cloak? It's cold up here you'll get sick." Worry was evident in your voice as you look towards him, his nose turning a shade of red from the low temperature. "I must of forgotten it before we left. I'll be fine it isn't that cold anyways." He gave a small shrug walking towards the camp once again. It was clear that the cold was getting to him despite his denial, walking close behind him to follow him towards the tent. He stopped in front of a small tent, looking towards the frost covered trees in slight wonder, not seeing snow in what felt like forever. You hurried towards him, wrapping your arms around him as you leaned into him. You tilted your head back, looking at his flustered face as he avoided eye contact with you. "what are you doing?" His voice came out in a hushed whisper, one hand raising to cover the lower half of his face while the other rested around your waist. "keeping you warm of course" "But i'm not cold" "just accept the hug then" He slowly melted into your touch, wrapping both his arms around you as he leant against your shoulder.  The both of you stayed in place for a few moments before you felt him shiver slightly, proving further his denial. You pulled back heading towards the campfire, taking out your catalyst and quickly lit the fire. Walking back towards Cyno, you began to tug on his arm to pull him towards the fire to sit on the log. You once again pulled him into an embrace, leaning against his chest allowing yourself to rest. Cyno's hand came to rest on your head, stroking your hair as he let you pull him closer. He felt something fall on his arm, looking up to see snowflakes falling gracefully. His free hand lifted up, catching a lone one in his palm watching the crystallised snow melt against the warmth of his skin. He looked down at you with a gentle smile, feeling your body slowly rise and fall. Your soft snores reached his ears as he pulled your cloak tighter around you, making sure to keep you warm as more snowflakes fell around you both. He leant against you , resting his head on your own as he let his eyes closed, keeping your body close to his. Aether walked back to the campsite with Paimon by his side, speaking to her hearts content as they scaled the steep slope on the mountain. The sound of fire crackling caught his ears as his eyes became level with the tents, seeing the both of you resting on the log by the still lit fire. He turned to Paimon, motioning her to keep her voice down as he pointed at you both who went unnoticed by Paimon at first. The two Sat on the opposite log, taking out a sunsettia each waiting for you one of you to wake up. Aether noticed Cyno shift as he tilted his head towards the pair, raising an eyebrow not realising when they had returned.  He noticed their looks towards you, a mix of confusion and slight worry visible to him. "He's sleeping, he was tired from the walk. You guys can look for what we came for tomorrow." Aether gave him a nod as he gave Paimon a look, standing and walking towards their tent giving Cyno a small goodnight before closing the door behind them. His attention returned to you as he placed a soft kiss on your forehead, staying in place to allow you to sleep further as he allowed his eyes to wander towards the unfamiliar scenery. "I love you y/n." ❄️❄️ I wasn't sure what to do for certain parts so I wrote what came to mind. ❄️This is one of three requests so far! The next 2 will be written and published over the next 1-5 days.

#genshin x reader #genshin fanfic #genshin fluff #genshin x y/n #genshin x male reader #genshin x you #cyno x reader #cyno x you #cyno fluff #cyno x male reader

[forgottencillian]

OOC | Cillian & Brigit

so!!!! cillian!!!! has!!!! feelings!!! for!!! brigit!!!! and unfortunately he is cruising to make it EVERYONE'S problem smdh hahaha ok so i feel like he's lowkey the laurie to their march girls and if we follow that analogy, brigit is DEF his jo, like, i feel like he grew up w them but it was always a lil different w brigit bc he was always a little bit in love w her, even before he really knew what that meant yknow like she's always just had this special place in his heart but then!!!!!!! she turned him down!!!!!!! w a laugh!!!!!

i deffff think that shut him down hardddddd and, like, he probs tried to play it off like 'hahaha yeah what a ridiculous idea omg imma laugh' but then he was like 'sick for a week' and couldn't come to work bc he was too busy staring into a frozen lake and writing tragic poetry while all his dreams of his future shattered around her (he was def v dramatic abt this to his poor bro idk what to tell you lkajsdlkfjdsjf) tbh, i think he always knew it was doomed bc she was a lady and he was a servant and, like, he was ok w that...(and still lowkey held on to hope bc she was never super conventional and her dad just wanted her to be happy etc etc etc and i think he bounced between whether he thought it was mutual too all the time etc) but then to learn that it wasn't even that standing in their way, it was the thing he had loved most (her laughter) between them just really...wasn't a fun time

once he 'recovered from his illness' he def tried to pretend it was nothing by being in particularly good spirits (supposedly) when she was around, and generally tryna play it cool, but i think he ~does hold her a touch more at arms length emotionally than he ever did before bc he doesn't wanna get hurt again, but he also can't resist being around her bc he still has feelings and, even if he didn't, she'd still be his bff and he will always love her etc and it's just...extremely complicated

anyway, idk how long ago the not!breakup happened? but that would def play a role in ~where he is now~ in this emotional journey, but i can say i do think that cassandra has made it at once better AND worse????? bc, like, its really nice to feel wanted after being rejected etc and he genuinely enjoys her company!!! but then he gets back from that and he kinda feels like a jerk bc he's lying to her and using her to help destroy her fam which is obv not a great (boy)friend move lakjdsfkjldsf but also like there's brigit right there and what is he doing messing around when the person he's always loved is right there and maybe he can still convince her they belong together, and, like, he just feels like hes cruising to get EVERYONE hurt and yeah its a M E S S and i feel like the result is that he just acts kinda...strange, like kinda running hot and cold and its all v emotionally confusing for everyone probably alksdjfkljdsjkf id say im sorry in advance but i know you're not even a little bit surprised me and my characters are out here causing chaos hahahaha

#brigit malconaire #ooc

[1l-ynn]

Open( say it like that)

previous, next

Earth42! Miles x Fem!reader

Blk coded

(This is literally like.. my first time writing smth like this but I was inspired by the song Open by sza and happened to have been thinking abt Earth 42!Miles so i hope this is to your liking.. IF YOU GUYS HAVE ANY SUGGESTIONS OR ANYTHING IM BEGGING PLS PLS. HELP!! it will be appreciated👆)

Open your heart up

Swinging from building to building, you were exhausted. The whole afternoon was filled with fighting villains and taking care of robberies. So much for the weekend. You thought, being spiderman came with its sacrifices. Even if it's as small as giving up your weekends.

You groan as you remember your small scrabble with the Prowler at the start of your evening. It wasn't anything catastrophic, just a small fight while you were making your way to the corner store. You thought swinging there wouldn't be any harm and that it would be a great way to start your evening. But many punches later you grew to regret your decision of even making an appearance outside.

As you approach your apartment complex, you decide that a few seconds of peace wouldn't hurt. Landing on the rough, flat roof you take a seat at the edge. Your feet dangling in the air as a breeze pushes by. The sound of the city crowding your senses, you could smell the food from the food trucks just below you, creating a serenity in your mind.

But your peace was soon interrupted. The presence of someone approaching you intruded your serenity that was once in your imagination. This feeling wasn't a good one, you felt intimidated. Like you did earlier at the beginning of the evening. You turned around with quickness and shot out a web at the intruder. Worry filling your mind as you realize that you were face to face with the one and only Prowler. Who put his hands up in surrenderance.

“Relax Loca, I'm just as tired as you are.” he says, almost condescendingly. It made you sick to think that he had seen superiority over you. You stood up and gripped your web, pulling him towards you with great force.

“What do you want?” Roughness evident in your tone, you are weren't in the mood to be fucked with. As you pulled on the web, his body came closer. In an attempt to intimidate him you stood straighter and walked with purpose with the short distance created between you and the vigilante. This didn't work as well as you thought it did, hearing a muffled chuckle come from the mask he adorned.

“I can't sit wit’ you?” He was obviously finding amusement in your timid presence. It made you angrier. He tilted his head in fake confusion, waiting for your response. You pulled him closer, so close that your bodies pressed together.

“Look whatever you're trying to do” you paused looking up at the masked fellow ”it ain' working.”

“Who said I was tryna to do anything?” He leaned down closer to your face, he was enjoying this too much. But you’d be lying if you said you weren't finding this entertaining as well. “Plus you're in my spot” He was obviously referring to where you sat on the roof, the same roof over your head that lets you sleep at night.

“Yet I've never seen you here.” you say crossing your arms.

“Same goes for you princesa,” he pauses and looks away from your figure, glancing at the city under the night sky “ I come up here to clear my head..”

Damn. You knew exactly what he meant, i mean thats what you came up here for after all. Its good to feel a certain connection with the place around you. You feel somewhat grounded that way. So you decided to let him get his way.

You back away from him, detaching your web from his chest and walking back to your spot on the roof. He grows confused, why weren't you attacking him? He was expecting a lot more, and not to be let go so easily.

“You better not try nothin' I swear.” You say, your guard was up but you were willing to give him a bit of your trust. He was tired, you were tired. It only made sense, or at least that's what you told yourself. He slowly made his way next to you, sitting close. Gloved hands placed next to yours and at that moment you knew you guys were at peace. Even if it's just for this one moment, it felt nice.

((AHHH this is actually so ass.... PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU GUYS WHOEVER SEES THIS. HELP.ME.

I do hope that this was enjoyable to read as it was somewhat enjoyable for me to write.. even tho it feels lowkey rushed nd shi))

#earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth42 miles #miles morales #HELPME. #Spotify

[i-didnt-do-1t]

"Don't feel bad if you puke this up. At least you tried to keep it down." from the sick prompts for uhhh JoJo looking after Elmer please? 👀👉👈

I will no doubt request them again in future prompts I love them and how you write them-

Hello!! Ahh thank you! and Ty for the prompt I love writing them!! I hope this is okay!

The floor of the lodging house was hard and had left JoJo with more splinters than he could count but he sat on it anyway, knees digging into the uneven floor boards as he insistently pushed a bowl of soup toward Elmer who was sat up in his bed, looking miserable as he stared down at the brown lumpy water JoJo claimed was edible.

“Don’t feel bad if you puke this up.” JoJo said, and he tapped the metal bucket at the end of his bed with his foot as if to remind Elmer it was there if he needed it. “At least you tried to keep it down.”

Elmer stared up at JoJo, and then back down at the soup he held out in front of him.

Soup was a kind word for it really.

“You make it?” Elmer asked.

“Yeah.”

“I’m definitely gonna puke it up.”

If Elmer hadn’t been sick, JoJo would’ve hit him with his hat but he guessed the silver lining of being aggressively ill was being exempt from the hat hits.

“Don’t gotta be rude about it.” JoJo said as he sat back on his heels. “And Kloppman don’t know I got into the kitchen so don’t gotta tell ‘im about it either.”

“He’s gonna find out ‘imself when half the lodge house got food poisoning.”

JoJo rolled his eyes, the way he always did when Elmer said stupid things, it was getting so frequent now he wondered if it would be worth it to have ‘em stuck that way like Finch always told him they would be if he did it often enough (like he was one to talk.)

“Well I ain’t givin’ it to the whole lodge house I’m givin’ it to you.”

“You’re tryna kill me.”

JoJo rolled his eyes again. Didn’t even grace the statement with an answer, but that just meant that Elmer kept goin’ cause no one stopped him.

“You’re tryna get rid a’ me an’ you’re gonna act all sad at the funeral while you steal my fortune.”

JoJo snorted. “What fortune? Your shoelace collection with three laces?”

“Four now. Stole one’ve Race’s the other nigh-“

His sentence was interrupted as a violent cough wracked his body and JoJo jumped forward resting a hand on his upper back, bowl of soup forgotten on the floor. With his other hand he grabbed the metal bucket left at the side of the bed and held it up, just in case, but it was only a moment before his body shook through once and his breathing settled again, cheeks red and flushed, eyes watery and a little dazed.

JoJo searched Elmer’s face and wished that one of the older boys would come back soon because they knew what they were doing better than he did. They helped more sick boys through the night than JoJo could count on one hand.

“You okay?” He asked.

“M’okay.” Elmers voice was a little ragged when he spoke, but he cleared his throat and tried again, thankfully sounding a little better on the second attempt. He smiled sheepishly at him.

“I might try some of that soup now.”

#newsies

[the-ug-was-wide-enough]

" If I could trade his life for mine, he'd be standing right here. And you would smile. And that would be enough. "

Hamilton Musical × Undertale Yellow AU named " The Underground Was Wide Enough "

You can ask the characters things, or you can ask me (mod) things. Specify who the question is for!

The rules are simple, no being a creep (mod is a minor and wouldn't like random strangers tryna start ERPing with his characters regardless) and if you crawl into my inbox just to dog on the AU you're being terminated (blocked and put on the blocklist)

Tags used: uty:tuwwe , tuwwe answers , tuwwe lore

Dividers by @ saradika-graphics

Story, with TWs for suicide and overall death, under the cut

Starlo's parents die of a sickness when he's young and Orion takes his own life shortly after, leaving him alone. He goes to a small town that was beside the farm in the Dunes - then, of course they were lush meadows. He makes friends with the residents there, including Moray, Ed, Ace, Mooch and Ceroba.

He becomes a sheriff for the town, marrying Moray (leaving their adoptive sister Mooch slightly jealous) and soon becoming a part of the Royal Guard. They have twins together, a son named Andromeda and a daughter named Ripple.

When the kids are too young to have been given the talk to understand, Starlo makes the drunken mistake of sleeping with another. This lady begs him to come back while her husband is away, and he can't bring himself to say no to her... but he knows this is wrong - the guilt is eating him slowly. When her husband finds out, he demands money to keep quiet about it. Her letters use such pathetic, needy language - she can't live without him from the way she writes. This happens for several years. He can't leave someone in need behind out of the goodness of his heart and they seem to need the money anyway.

The king dies from a disease - the same one that took Starlo's parents - and there is an election held since there is no prince to take his crown and the queen stepped down. Ceroba runs for it, leaving Starlo baffled since she was running against him. They became enemies soon after this.

The captain of the Guard suspects he'd been part of a money laundering scheme. She's... not entirely wrong, but he does disclose to her the affair he'd been having. He makes her promise to stay quiet, but he doesn't trust her not to so he publishes the letters the woman he cheated with wrote, the letters her husband wrote to him, and confesses. Starlo steps down from elections, knowing no one wanted a cheater for a leader.

Moray burns the photographs of their family, the letters Starlo wrote them, and leaves the house, not having the strength to go through with divorce despite his offense. Starlo has torn himself apart with this - their kids being in college at the time and don't hear of this until they graduate a few years later.

When they do, Ripple gets into a fight with someone dragging her father's name and challenges them to a duel. Starlo advises she doesn't, but she does anyway and is shot in the back by the cheating opponent. She dies, leaving Moray distraught and Starlo with almost nothing left.

After her funeral, he tries to make things right with Moray. Seeing his regret and guilt, and being as kind as they are, they can't hate him any more. They accept his apology, still not fully forgiving him yet, and definitely incapable of forgetting this - ESPECIALLY since it was so close to their daughter's death.

As for elections, Ace wins it and becomes ruler of the Underground with Ed as his second in command. Ceroba becomes the head of the treasury, and mocks Moray for having the nerve to stay with someone who cheats. She also tries to get into his son's head, and immediately after finding out he challenges Ceroba to a duel.

In this AU's canon, Starlo is fatally shot and dies. For this blog's lore, Ceroba realizes Starlo doesn't actually mean to shoot.

In both timelines, Moray and Andromeda open an orphanage together in their family's name and raise the kids there with Mooch's help.

#uty:tuwwe #tuwwe lore #uty au #undertale yellow au

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Okay decided to give in and write some FutureCanon ficlets around Billy and Eddie being neighbors Bc I think they’d hate each other. Set a year or two after they’re all out of high school and for obvious reasons - both of them are alive lol. Enjoy. 🤍KB

Part 1 - Sick Billy

Eddie Munson was the kind of guy who got bored easily. Sure, he had the things that kept him entertained - guitar, band practice, D&D - but he occasionally liked to provoke people.

It wasn’t his proudest habit, and in fact he’d gotten in trouble quite a few times for provoking the wrong person.

Quite possibly, his favorite person to provoke was his neighbor, Billy Hargrove. Eddie was buddies with Max and Billy definitely hated that she spent a lot of her time hanging out with Eddie or Steve or the rest of those ‘fucking morons’ from school.

One day, Eddie was doing some chores. Sweeping the porch and such. He watched as a car sped down the road and peeled into the Hargrove’s makeshift driveway. Billy climbed out, smoking a cigarette, some girl climbing out of the passenger seat.

Billy was almost always angry at something unless he was trying to impress a girl. But today, he still seemed grumpy and on edge. Eddie kept watch out of the corner of his eye when Billy snapped forward.

“IG’TsCHEW!” The man coughed harshly into a fist before sneezing again, “H’rrDSHuh!”

He groaned as he pinched away the mess with his fingers and wiped them on the back of his jeans, pulling the girl closer to him by the waist.

This was almost too good to be true. Dragging the trash cans to the curb, Eddie waved from across the street, grinning ear to ear.

“Got yourself a cold, Hargrove?” He smirked, turning to call over to the girl, “Careful, he sounds contagious!”

“Fuck off, Munson!” Billy tried to yell back, coughing again into a fist.

The girl rolled her eyes and mumbled something angrily to Billy before climbing back into his car and shutting the door.

Billy stormed across the street and grabbed Eddie by the collar.

“You tryna cock block me or some shit?” Billy growled, hovering a few inches from Eddie’s face.

The older man met Billy’s glare before his eyes darted down to the drip shivering threateningly at the tip of Billy’s nose.

“You and your snot rocket cock blocked yourself.” He laughed.

Billy shoved Eddie hard, sending him stumbling to the ground, “Fuck. You.”

“Maybe she will since she’s clearly not fucking you…” Eddie muttered.

“The fuck did you just say to me?” Billy tried to threaten, but his quivering nostrils cut him off, “H’ETCHIEW!”

“Gesundheit.” Eddie smiled up from the ground, egging him on.

“You’re so lucky I don’t beat your fucking ass.” He turned around to storm off but Eddie extended a leg and tripped him just slightly.

The younger man turned around and flipped him off, Eddie sticking his tongue out right back.

Yeah, provoking Billy was definitely the most fun.

*****

Part 2 - Sick Eddie

Eddie wasn’t the biggest fan of summer. He used to enjoy all the time off, but now that he was done with school, it really wasn’t good for anything except being way too hot all the damn time.

And leave it to him of all people to come down with a wicked summer cold. He’d been cooped up in his room the better part of the last two days. This afternoon, though, he was on the sofa out on the porch.

‘Get some fresh air.’ Wayne said.

‘It’ll be good for you.’ Wayne said.

So much for that. All it did was make him even more of a public spectacle. He’d brought his acoustic guitar with him for some easy strumming while he was relaxing.

He wasn’t able to get much consistent practice in though because of his incessant sneezing. The long haired man was annoyed by this, but not more annoyed than his favorite neighbor, Billy.

Billy was outside playing basketball with one of the other douche-canoes that graduated from Hawkins High. It was already embarrassing enough that he was neighbors with Eddie “the freak” Munson, but now he was interrupting their game too?

Billy was dribbling the ball as Eddie strummed aggressively on the guitar. All of a sudden the strumming stopped.

“H’etSCHiew! H’KSHuh! … ii’KSHyue!”

Billy stopped where he stood and rolled his eyes. This had been going on for thirty minutes. He passed the ball to the other guy - Jake - jumping as another outburst came from across the street.

“H’ikTSH’iew! Fucking hhh Christ.. Eh’TSCH!!”

The aggressive guitar strumming started again. Jake made a shot and missed, rolling his eyes at Billy. “Dude he’s throwing off my game. For fucks sake.”

“I know, I’ll handle it.”

Billy strode angrily across the street, stopping at the bottom of the porch steps to the Munson trailer. Eddie was laying horizontally across the couch, guitar in his lap.

“Can you shut the fuck up?”

Well that was blunter than expected.

Eddie sniffled thickly against his wrist. “Aww is m’by m’bisery interfering with the basketball skills you don’t have?”

Billy took a threatening step forward and Eddie held his hands up in front of his face to block, coughing.

“You can’t hit m’be! I’m sick!”

“Why are you so fucking annoying all the time?!” Billy stormed off, cursing under his breath. “Trailer trash motherfucker can’t shut the hell up for one god damn minute…”

“Jake! Let’s get outta here. Buy some cigarettes.”

Jake tossed Billy his car keys and the two of them climbed in. Max had just walked out of the house to feed the dog. “Not releasing enough testosterone with sports?”

“Fucking Munson won’t shut the hell up so we’re leaving.”

Max rolled her eyes and yelled at him as he pulled out of the driveway, “He’s sick, you jackass! God!”

The red haired girl smiled and waved over to Eddie as Billy sped off. Eddie waved back, smiling with his guitar. Billy was a nuisance but he was thankful to be friends with Max.

#s/tranger t/hings #e/ddie m/unson #b/illy h/argrove #I DO NOT SHIP THEM #just enjoy the dynamic lol #snzblr #kb writes #snz kink #m/ax m/ayfield

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NOW. LEE FUCKING MINHO….WHEN I GET YR FUCKEN ASS

ohhhhh this mf had me FUMING HSJSNS had 2 take several breaks before i punched a hole thru my monitor,,, when he made the “joke” about asking for forgiveness on yr knees i was ready to pummel him in his beautiful fucking face he got me FAWKED UP!!!!!! but it’s p sexy when him and y/n fight ngl like my petty scorpio ass gets it and it kinda hurts too bcuz he’s just tryna protect chan 🥹 missus rin out here creating complex layered characters ikdfr

y/n feeding chan when he’s sick,,, and their convo about the binary stars DAWG. that’s gotta b the most romantic shit i ever heard in my life stfu 🥲 CHAN CRYING WHILE EATING HER OUT GOT ME BY THE THROAT BTW SAWRY LIKE IT PROB ISN’T SUPPOSED TO BE HOT BUT IT WAS SCRUMPTIOUS 2 ME,,, then everything that came after,,, girl i ain’t even gonna pretend 2 b a bad bitch i fucking cried. idk how but you fr have this amazing talent for writing emotions beautifully but not like romanticized yanno?!?! it just feels so raw

the last line of this part hit like a truck btw 🫡 i’m literally in love wit you and this series thx for another banger chappie girlie queen i gotta feeling tht things are gonna get even crazier in the next one

LMFAOOO the way i just knew ur next ask would be abt a certain lee minho…i’m not saying i encourage you to bodyslam him but i will conveniently look away if you do 😽

i did definitely make lino nastier than he needed to be hehe despite how infuriating he is it’s admittedly pretty fun to write >:) the scene where he tries to stop the reader from checking on channie was actually the first snippet i ever wrote of bb! but i’m so glad that his intentions are coming across properly despite his terrible methods haha i had a few misgivings abt portraying minho that way so it’s a relief that his reasoning seems to be understood!

PLEASE that makes me so happy to hear 😸 the binary stars part was a bit of a guilty pleasure u know i just couldn’t resist some corny lovey dovey space talk…it is channie after all! and don’t worry abt that HAHA i understand you on a fundamental lvl…probably not the most appropriate time to be a dacryphiliac but smth abt that emotional openness in moments of intimacy is just so good <3

and what a high compliment thank you so much babe!! i’m so touched you think so, esp since evoking emotion is one of my biggest struggles when it comes to writing ㅠ i don’t really see it as my strong suit so it means the world to me that bb3 could stir those feelings in you! i’m also very sorry if it caused some tears i think this entire series has turned out a bit heavier than i’d intended…i hope the happier parts balance it out 😭 thank you so much for always being so enthusiastic in ur msgs, it’s such a joy to read what u have to say and you’ve encouraged me so much w ur kind words! i love u right back my dear ♡

#💌 #ask #grindset #long post

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fic that made me cry:

I have two for different reasons

Who knew | MCD Eddie after buddie gets together, because I had to hurt myself and my friends with it. I’m really proud of my writing in this one.

Mistakes are meant to be made (But you are not one) | Buddie getting together in the most loving and subtle way possible. I cried of frustation, happiness and just how fucking loving they are with each other

fic that made me smile: 

Hershey's Kisses | Buddie kissing because of a stupid joke that Buck pulls out, I just had so much fun with this one and I like it so damn much for how simple and fun it is.

gifts: I got so many, I have 5

Tryna find my way back to you (Cause I'm needing a little bit of love) for @ty-in-bedlam, who is to blame for all my buddie fics happening

You Found Me Among Lights and Shadows for @ty-in-bedlam’s birthday, buddie finding each other in a gay club and going back home together.

Being Set Up While Setting Up for @triskel-samulet, because we can’t stop shipping Tommy and Josh while getting Buddie together

Will you still kiss me when I am sick? for @spaceprincessem because she was sick for a few days and needed to be cheered up so I got Eddie taking care of a sick Buck and getting together

Mistakes are meant to be made (But you are not one) for @spaceprincessem‘s birthday because she is amazing and I want to be such an amazing writer as her and just needed to get her soft Buddie with most of her favorite tropes and just melt people with the fluff

collaborations: So far I have nothing and nothing planned

events: I did sign up for one that never really happened but the fic was this one

Outside Looking In | Coma Buck, it’s mostly from his POV and he sees Daniel while in a coma to help him understand how much he is loved.

coming in 2023: Honestly, only the AU event which it will I will keep a secret for now considering I’m not sure on the idea yet

I am tagging @sherlocking-out-loud @leandra-winchester @ironkissedmage @justlovehimanyway , I’m sorry if you all already been tagged

#ao3 #ao3 wrapped #writing #Buddie #9-1-1 #evan buckley #Eddie Diaz

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⭒ xiao/barista!reader: vanilla almond latte ⭒

request for anon: Hiya! I saw your requests were open, could I request a modern au with xiao x barista!reader?? (Both tired college students just trying to get on in life and then BAM one fateful day they see each other :>)

I’m not sure but I was thinking along the lines of xiao going to the cafe pretty regularly, reader remembering his order because he always orders the same... all that jazz. And then the readers shift times change and they don’t see each other much anymore, xiao ends up missing the reader more than he originally thought, cue embarrassed shy xiao asking for readers number and tryna find just more ways to spend time together ;;;;

i am so sorry for the wait on this i rewrote it like three times BUT. i think i’m finally satisfied with it. i have never worked at a coffee shop but i do work at a bakery so like?? similar??? idk you can probably tell i had no idea what i was doing. i hope this is enjoyable regardless :’)

⋆ pls reblog so this shows up in the tags! ⋆

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pairing: xiao/reader (no pronouns used for reader)

characters: xiao

genre: fluff, dash of hurt/comfort

word count: 1856

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Your life is routine.

Every day, you wake up, go to work, go to class, study, and sleep. And then you repeat. You see the same people daily; the regulars at the little coffee shop you work at, your classmates and professors. They’re all part of the routine you dutily follow, day in and day out.

It’s not really fun—despite what everyone says about college being the “best years of your life”—but, hey, you pay the bills, pass your classes.

Your head lifts at the sound of the doorbell, and you abandon your attempt to clean a spill from earlier, wiping your hands on your apron as you make your way to the register. It’s just you this morning; your usual coworker had called in sick, and their replacement wouldn’t arrive for another hour. Your manager had stayed just long enough to get you through the morning rush, then promptly slipped out, leaving you to handle things on your own.

It’s not a big deal, you tell yourself. You’ve worked plenty of shifts alone.

“Good morning~,” you practically sing, putting on your most convincing smile—as if you’re not already exhausted. “What can I get for you?”

You’ve never seen this customer before. He looks to be about your age, piercing amber eyes peeking out behind his dark teal bangs as he reads the menu above your head. He’s dressed in all black, save for a few accents of green or teal, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket. You figure it’s his first time here, watching his neutral expression morph into a deep scowl as he examines the menu. There’s a flicker of something—relief, maybe—in his gaze as he meets your eyes.

“One small vanilla almond latte,” he pauses as you punch the order into the register, reaching with your other hand to grab the right size cup, “with two extra shots of espresso.” He’s blunt with it, falling silent again as you nod and scribble the drink’s abbreviation on his cup.

“And can I get a name for the order?” you ask, eyes darting to him again. He stares back, unblinking.

“Xiao.”

You smile, writing that too, before ringing him up. Immediately after paying, Xiao shoves his hands back into his pockets, stepping back as you turn to make the drink.

It’s easy enough, something you’ve done dozens of times, and it’s not long before you have his order done. You don’t even get a chance to call his name; he’s waiting at the pickup area for you. He doesn’t say anything as he takes the drink from you, his fingers brushing against yours. Xiao only offers you a curt nod, his gaze averted.

The bell jingles as he leaves.

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Xiao becomes part of your routine, stopping in every morning to order the same thing: a small vanilla almond latte with two extra shots of espresso. You don’t even need to ask anymore, really. He always takes it to go, darting out of the coffee shop just as quickly as he appears. His visits are short and to the point; he orders, he pays, he leaves. Not the most exciting customer, but he tips well—only after you’ve turned your back.

Though he’s blunt, he’s never mean. You think he’s just shy, if the way he ducks his head and avoids eye contact whenever you have to interact is an indication of anything.

But as the days turn to weeks, you manage to rope him into some small talk here and there. He shows up just after the morning rush, when a much-appreciated hush falls over the shop. It gives you a chance to chat—or try to—while you make his order. His willingness to converse wanes and waxes, but you’ve learned a little about him through your bouts of chattiness.

He goes to the same university as you, actually, which had shocked you. Your face must’ve shown so, because Xiao explained he tends to keep to himself, sitting at the back of lecture halls and only speaking when necessary. A soft blush had risen to his cheeks when you said you’d make sure to say “hi” if you saw him from now on.

You were also surprised to find out he has quite the sweet tooth, something the young man had reluctantly admitted while refusing to meet your gaze. It’s endearing, honestly, his shyness. You would even dare to call it cute, though you’d never say so to his face.

“You know, you should try one of our almond pastries sometime,” you call over your shoulder. “I think you’d like them.”

He’s silent for a moment, and although your back is turned, you can picture how his scowl lessens only slightly as he ponders the idea.

“Ok.” You can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips. He certainly has days where he’d rather be left alone, but Xiao’s been going along with your whims more often lately, willingly engaging in conversation, and seeming interested in what you have to say.

Placing a lid on his drink, you make your way to where he’s waiting.

“Have a nice day, Xiao.” He takes the drink from you, mouth drawing back in what you think is supposed to be a quick smile—though it looks more like a grimace.

He mutters a small “thank you” before he leaves, a gentle warmth blossoming in your chest as you watch him go.

⭒

You’re not friends, and certainly nothing more.

But you’ve been finding it harder to ignore the pure, unadulterated joy that surges through you each morning when Xiao walks through the door. It’s hard to ignore the way your heart pounds when his fingers brush against yours when handing him his change or a drink, or when he actually meets your eyes and you can see his gaze soften. Or when you see him in passing while walking across campus and he sheepishly waves back at you, a blush dusting his cheeks.

Your short chats aren’t satisfying enough anymore; there’s this feeling you can’t shake, a craving for more of his time. But how could you possibly ask? It took weeks to get him to look you in the eyes while talking. You don’t want to be pushy.

You don’t want to scare him away.

Not that you have time to think about that right now, anyway. The fast-approaching end of the semester has you scrambling, torn between work and studying for finals. If you thought you were low on free time before… well.

The coffee shop’s been busier lately, too, with students looking for a quiet place to study. And what better way to wind down than with your favorite coffee or tea?

Yet, despite the sudden influx of customers, Xiao’s been abnormally absent. You know he’s alive, at least—he had told you he was just busy with the semester’s end, just as you are, the last time he’d been by—but you can’t help worrying. Worse yet, you can’t help feeling lonely.

You feel lonely without him.

You could chalk it up to your routine being thrown off, but you doubt that’s the problem. For months, Xiao would stop by at the same time every morning. He would order the same thing every morning.

You would get to see him every morning.

Scowling, you return to scrubbing the counters, wishing you could wipe your thoughts away like the unwanted mess they are.

Another day passes without him.

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Weeks. It’s been weeks since you’ve seen Xiao.

Your new routine—with the semester over, you’d gotten a new work schedule—has you coming into work later. Later than when Xiao usually stops by. You haven’t bothered asking your coworkers about him, too afraid of the answer they may give you.

So you fall back into a dull routine. You see the same people each day.

But none of them are Xiao.

You’re not sure why your heart aches as it does. You weren’t even friends… right? And yet, the thought of never seeing him again fills you with an indescribable dread.

You sigh as you finish restocking the cups by the register. You scold yourself in your head, brows furrowing; there is a time and a place for being sad, you think, and this is certainly not it. Though, it’s hard when the ideas of Xiao and work have become so terribly intertwined.

Ah. You’re doing it again. You shake your head to clear your thoughts.

It’s as you’re at the sink, washing dishes from earlier in the day, that you see a familiar flash of teal out of the corner of your eye. You drop the dish into the sink, your head whipping toward the front of the store, eyes widening.

There, through the front windows, is Xiao.

Maybe it’s luck that makes him stop, that makes him look up and into the shop and at you.

It feels like time freezes when your gazes meet, feels like hours before Xiao moves, bursting through the door, sending the bell into a fit. You can’t shake the water off your hands fast enough as you meet him at the counter, still shocked that he’s here, in front of you.

“Xiao,” you breathe. Your hand lifts, hovers over the register. “The usual?”

He shakes his head, clears his throat. “No, not today. I just—” He’s flushed, averting his eyes as he rocks back on his heels. “I just wanted to see you,” he mumbles, tucking his chin into his shoulder in an attempt to hide just how badly he’s blushing.

“Oh.” You lower your hand back to your side. “I’m glad you’re alright.” You flash him a smile, your own cheeks warming.

Xiao nods, and you both fall silent—you’re grateful it’s a slow hour. He opens his mouth as if to say something, but the words never come. He worries his bottom lip between his teeth, wringing his hands in front of him.

“Actually—” He clears his throat again. “There is something I’d like.” Gods, he looks terrified, his entire body rigid. You say nothing, waiting for him to speak again. You flinch when Xiao groans, bringing his hands up to cover his face.

“... Can I get your number?”

Suddenly, you’re quite certain someone has taken a match and set the building on fire.

“Yes,” you blurt, despite the fact that you feel like you’re burning. “Yes, please. Here.” You scramble for a moment before getting ahold of a pen and a napkin, scrawling your phone number before handing it over to Xiao.

The corners of his mouth twitch upward as he pockets the napkin. “Thank you, I—” He glances over his shoulder, toward the door. “I have to go, sorry. I—I’ll text you, yeah?” You nod—maybe a little more enthusiastically than necessary—as he backs toward the door.

“I’ll see you around, Xiao,” you say, waving as he fumbles with the door. He shoots you another awkward smile and a tiny wave as he slips out, and you can’t help but laugh.

Later, on your way out the same door, your phone buzzes.

Movie tomorrow night?

It’s not hard to guess who it is. You type your response.

I’d like that.

#xiao #xiao x reader #genshin xiao #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin #genshin x reader #xiao x gn reader #xiao imagines #modern au #fluff #hurt/comfort #brynn’s writing #brynn's requests