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shitouttabuck · 3 months

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i'm a thigh girlie but i'm also a squishy kind of guy so if either 18 or 52 take your fancy for the prompts 👉👈

some sleepy stuff <3

touch prompts: 18 squishing the others cheek + 52 gripping thigh

might as well be drunk in love

Buck might be the most responsible Maid of Honour to have ever existed in the history of Maids of Honour. He told himself that half an hour ago when Ravi crowed FOMO, motherfucker at him post-Chim and Maddie’s rehearsal dinner, after Buck had sensibly and maturely taken his leave from the wedding party’s continued celebrations to get in a solid seven hours of shuteye—he’s the only one who has to be up at basically the crack of dawn to start getting things in order for the actual wedding at noon.

He tells himself that now as he pulls the thick comforter up to his neck, stretching his toes against the footboard and sighing. The empty double bed across from his own just seems to mock him, though, a reminder that Eddie’s probably knocking back the white wine Karen’s got him enjoying lately, almost certainly pink-cheeked and loose-hipped and laughing prettier than any music, only three floors below Buck right this very minute. FOMO, motherfucker indeed.

It's fine, Buck reasons, only somewhat grumpily. He’d be much more upset with himself for being too tired to be on top of things for Maddie’s big day tomorrow than he is for missing out on drinking with his friends and staring moonily at his best friend as covertly as alcohol will allow. Besides, he’s going to do just that tomorrow night anyway, with the added bonus of no pre-wedding stress. This was a good decision, the right decision, Buck is rational and correct and will have no sympathy for anyone nursing hangovers and sleep deprivation when they’re supposed to be setting out chairs and place cards at the reception tomorrow.

Somewhere between one grumbled thought and the next, he must fall asleep. It’s only a while later that the creak of the hotel room door cuts through his fuzzy dreamscape. He stays half-submerged, but Eddie trips over something and swears under his breath, and Buck swims groggily to the surface of consciousness.

He doesn’t bother cracking open an eye, listening instead to the gentle thumps and bumps of Eddie getting undressed and ready for bed. He’s almost lulled back to sleep by the sounds of it: the quiet snick of the toothpaste cap opened and shut, the whoosh of the tap running, the click as Eddie switches off the bathroom light, the rustle of sheets as he climbs into—Buck’s bed?

Buck forces one eye open then, but it’s moot since yes, Eddie does seem to be getting into Buck’s bed, except from behind Buck, so all that Buck is aware of is the sudden gust of cool air against the backs of his calves as Eddie lifts the duvet, and then the mattress is dipping and Buck’s warm again, because—because Eddie’s plastered along his back.

It’s not an accidental mix-up of beds either, because Eddie wastes no time slinging an arm around Buck’s waist, his hold loose but—there. Very much there.

“Uh. Eddie?” Buck whispers, voice rough from sleep. He clears his throat gently, pausing and straining to listen when Eddie mumbles something unintelligible. How drunk is he? Does he think Buck’s someone else? That’s—if that’s true… He broke up with Ana nearly two years ago, and there hasn’t been anyone serious since, not the scattered dates here and there, so—if it’s any of them Eddie thinks he’s getting into bed with? That would… suck.

But then Eddie says, “What, Buck,” muffled and sleepy into Buck’s shoulder.

The warmth that instantly blooms in his chest takes Buck by surprise, a little, and he feels his body automatically relax against Eddie, unaware he’d been holding it tight in the first place. Still, the confusion lingers.

“Oh. You’re—uh.” Should he—say something? Why would he say something, though. Just because this isn’t something they do… Eddie’s clearly fine with this, initiating this, and Buck—there’s never a time Buck doesn’t want this, want this bad. So why would he say you have a bed right there and come off as a dick when they’re both perfectly fine with this.

Or, worse in ways that are both hysterical and heartbreaking, come off as vaguely homophobic or make Eddie uncomfortable about the way he’s currently spooning Buck like he’s been doing it all his life.

He settles for a lighthearted, “Are you drunk?”

Eddie sighs sleepily, breath tickling Buck’s neck. “Yeah. Kinda.”

Okay. That’s fine. Their friendship is no stranger to physical touch, casual shoulder bumps and easy hip checks and full-body hugs. Eddie doesn’t need a reason to be looser with his affection, obviously, especially not where Buck is concerned, but if he did? What better combination than too many drinks and being at a wedding for their friends and family? Buck’s all too familiar with the love having to go somewhere, and if this is where Eddie wants to put it tonight? Buck’ll take it gladly and be a little moonier about it than planned tomorrow.

Eddie worms a hand under Buck’s sleep shirt, tracing his abdomen with his fingertips. Buck shivers. Okay, so not entirely platonic, but Eddie’s drunk. That blurs the lines of a good cuddle. Buck will resign his sorry ass to a night of his best friend being lovingly handsy in the spirit of friendship and lovesickness.

Eddie’s palm moves higher, ghosting across Buck’s sternum. His thumb catches against Buck’s nipple, and they both still for a second, Buck holding his breath. Then Eddie does it again, a lazy rub against it that has Buck swallowing and shifting his hips. Entirely not platonic, actually, any way you look at it.

Then, as sudden as his treacle-slow movements can be, Eddie’s hand ceases its exploratory tracing and taps once, twice, over Buck’s heart as he presses himself more firmly against Buck’s back, a lazy, languid stretch.

“Eddie,” Buck says. “What’s—are you—I’m—”

There’s a pause, and then Eddie relaxes his body away from Buck. “Hey,” he mumbles. “Is this okay?”

“Yeah,” Buck replies without thinking, immediately reaching back for Eddie, hand stretched to pull him back close. “But—what’s—why right now?”

“Why not right now,” Eddie grumbles, sinking back into his place along Buck’s body with an ease that makes Buck screw his eyes shut tight again for a second. “Should’ve been right now many nows ago.”

“What?” Buck asks, genuinely a little lost as he throttles the rising bubble of hope inside him, squeezing just enough to still it without popping.

Eddie exhales heavily and with feeling, making sure Buck hears the exact amount of put out he is to be having this conversation when they could be sleeping, and Buck loves every disgruntled cell in his body.

“Your maid-of-honour speech,” Eddie yawns. “You said—you said you once had a conversation wi’ Maddie about—about love. About how it should be—you’re at your worst and they are too and still—you don’t give up. On each other. On… what you have. You try again.”

Buck hums. “Think they’ve had more worsts than a lot of people. Love that you fight for in the face of all that—or helps you through the face of all that? That’s. Yeah.”

“Chim showed me his vows. About—how he wishes there wasn’t hurt behind th’ reason f’r it, but he loved getting t’ be Maddie’s friend first, you know?” Eddie’s voice is a sleepy slur, murmured almost directly into Buck’s ear with the way he’s holding him. “Even when he wasn’t sure they were ever gonna be anything but. Someth’n—something about trust like that—I dunno. It’s easier when you’re friends.”

“Eddie—”

“My worst, Buck. And you walk right through the door and stay. And, and friends do that, but—I’m not imaginin’ this. Karen told me I’m not and she’s wise. She’s a lesbian. And a rocket scientist. In that order.”

The hope-bubble slips out of the grasp he has on it with a cheerful blown-raspberry sound, rising and rising inside him. Eddie’s hand is hot against his bare chest, and Eddie is comparing Chimney’s wedding vows to how he sees Buck in his own life, and Eddie’s drunk but Buck doesn’t think there’s much room for misinterpretation.

Buck’s not said anything, and before he can speak to assuage any presumably already-minimal doubts Eddie has, Eddie sighs loudly.

“Okay, this is not working. Turn over.” He tugs on Buck’s arm as he rolls over himself.

Buck shifts onto his other side slowly, carefully, a crescent around Eddie’s curled body. Close, but not touching.

“Buck,” Eddie huffs, flailing a hand back to grab his thigh, fingers digging into the meat of it. He yanks it forward, hitching it over his own hip so Buck’s flush against him from the ass-upwards.

When Buck doesn’t automatically hold him, Eddie twists his head to glare blearily over his shoulder. It’s the first time they’ve made eye contact since he entered the room, and his eyes are glassy when they meet Buck’s.

“Hello,” he says. “What’s a guy gotta do to get some cuddling around here.”

Buck laughs, surprised, and Eddie smiles, smug as he turns away and settles in again, like that was his only intention. And Buck gets it, he desperately wants this to just be—to just be it, you know, to have this be the way it happens, to wrap his arms around Eddie and wake up tangled together, to not second guess anymore, but it’s late and Eddie’s been drinking and they’re at a wedding with all the wedding emotions in the air—

His leg hiked over Eddie’s means his crotch is mashed into Eddie’s ass, and Eddie’s wriggling back in an attempt to snuggle into him and—

“Eddie,” he says. “Maybe this isn’t—”

“Ugh,” Eddie says. He turns around to grab Buck’s cheek, squeezing gently. Buck winces, all for show, before his face goes completely slack because Eddie’s planting a sloppy kiss that really only lands on forty percent of Buck’s mouth, hot and minty and lifechanging.

“Right,” Buck says, strained. He takes a deep breath, eyes squeezed shut, before opening them and placing a soft kiss on Eddie’s forehead, brushing his hairline. “It’s just—you’re drunk—I don’t want you to—”

He’s cut off by Eddie rolling his eyes and flipping back around into little spoon position.

“Yeah, well, that’s kind of the thing, Buck,” he sighs, grunting as he shifts to get comfortable. He manoeuvres Buck’s arm around his waist, pulls it up against his own chest, grip firm but still with a relaxed certainty to it. “I loved you this morning when I was undercaffeinated and being bullied into redoing flower arrangements, and I loved you this evening when I thought I had indigestion from those cheese puffs, and I love you right now when I’m drunk, and I’ll love you tomorrow when I’m hungover and miserable about it. I’m in the prime of my life, I shouldn’t be facing these kinda drinkin’ consequences at thirty-three, Jesus.”

Buck shelves the kneejerk comment about Jesus probably being the biggest advocate for getting wine-drunk in your early thirties even though focusing on any of the other words Eddie’s just said might result in his own spontaneous combustion and instead says, “Oh.”

“’Oh’,” Eddie mimics, half-asleep but no less bitchy for it. “Yeah, oh. I’ll do the—the sobriety test for you in the morning if you still want, but can we go to sleep now?”

They can, and they do, and when Buck’s alarm goes off at six am, they blink awake with Eddie curled against Buck’s chest, hand once again stuck up his shirt.

“Mmmh,” he insists, bearing down when he feels Buck try to get up.

“Eddie, I gotta go set up.”

“Gotta—no, thanks,” Eddie replies, clinging harder.

Buck huffs a laugh, any trepidation he had about Eddie’s wants upon waking easing away. “Maid-of-honour duties wait for no one.”

“Maid-of-honour, schmaid-of-honour,” Eddie tells him, muffled into his chest. “What about your loving me duties. It’s a full-time job, you know.”

“Can do that with my eyes closed,” Buck says, “and I’m great at multi-tasking this maid-of-honour stuff, but I need my eyes open for the rest of it.”

Eddie ducks his head, as if to hide his smile, but Buck feels it where it’s pressed into his chest anyway. “Fine.”

There’s a beat, and then he’s propping his chin up to peer at Buck. “Also—for sobriety test’s sake. Hi. Also, I didn’t really let you get a word in last night…”

He doesn��t look nervous or unsure, just kind of sheepish. His hair is sticking up in fluffy clumps and there’s a crease along his right cheek and Buck can love him with his eyes closed but he’s so very glad they’re open, because this is a million times better.

“You really didn’t, huh. How the tables turn—ow, Eddie,” he breaks off as Eddie digs his fingers into his ribs. “For sobriety’s sake—” He hauls Eddie up, and Eddie goes with an oof that’s sighed right into Buck’s mouth. His lips are soft and chapped against Buck’s, much more coordinated but just as purposeful as they were last night when they move against him.

The kissing is lazy, early morning stuff, gentle and easy. When Eddie yawns into it, Buck pulls away, running his hands down Eddie’s sides.

“I really gotta go,” Buck tells him, trying to extricate himself. “Go back to sleep.”

“Yes boss,” Eddie finally allows, rolling over to mash his face into a pillow.

He finds Buck setting out the flower arrangements only an hour later, though, and he’s got with him a kiss and a coffee and, true to his word, a love that persists through hangovers and weddings and drunkenness that’s not his own. Through every wildly outrageous and terribly boring moment of the rest of their lives, actually; the best and the worst and everything in between. A love that stays, and stays, and stays.

(read on ao3)

#sami i hope u like this <3 #911 fic #buddie fic #911 #buddie #nina writes #mine

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holly-the-trash-writer · 1 year

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Helpless

Spencer Reid x Bau!Fem!Reader

Summary: Your reaction, as Spencer’s fiancé, to his bail being denied.

Word Count: 1,391

You fidgeted with your skirt as you walked into the court house. Your stomach was doing violent flips that had caused you to vomit three times already.

Today was Spencer’s arraignment hearing.

You kept breathing deep as you walked down the hall, fiddling with your engagement ring as you tried your best not to let the boulder weight on your chest break you.

You needed to be strong. For Spencer.

You saw Emily standing outside the courtroom and quickly made your way over to her.

“Hey.”

Emily span around and her faced softened as she stepped over to you and opened her arms to hug you, “Hey, how’re you holding up?”

You sighed heavily, as you hugged her back tightly, “Awful. I couldn’t sleep all night.” The hug almost made your fragile emotional wall come crumbling down and tears flooded your eyes so you ended the hug quickly and coughed. Trying to regain your composure.

“There’s everyone else.” Emily whispered.

You looked behind you and surely enough the entire team was walking down the hall towards you and Emily.

“Hey, so glad you all could make it.” Emily nodded to them all.

Garcia, who also had tears in her eyes, walked over to you and enveloped you in a tight hug, “Oh. We wouldn’t miss this for anything.”

You sniffled hard and pulled back, turning your head away from the team as you rubbed gently at your nose.

“What did he decide about the plea?” Rossi asked you.

You shrugged, “I don’t know. I don’t even think he knows.” You had thought it over for hours and hours last night. Pleading guilty to a crime he didn’t commit and be out in two to five years or plead not guilty and possibly get life.

Luke shrugged, “Five is a lot less than twenty-five.”

Tara gave you a supportive smile, “Well, whatever he decides, he has our full support.”

Rossi stepped forward and took your hands in his own, “And whatever price they set, I am prepared to pay it.”

Your heart swelled at his generosity, “Thank you, Rossi.”

“They’re calling his case.”

The team turned to see Fiona hanging outside of the courtroom door, gesturing for them to come in.

They all walked straight to the front and you made sure to sit right behind Spencer’s seat.

The door opened and a bailiff pushed Spencer into the court and led him over to the table.

Spencer’s face softened a little bit when he saw you. Not taking his eyes off of you as he was sat in his chair.

He looked like he hasn’t slept in weeks when it’s only been a couple of days. Dark bruises beneath his eyes that made you lift both of your hands up to touch him but you quickly brought them back down again, fidgeting in your lap.

This was it.

Penelope slowly laid her hand over yours and held on tight as the court came into session.

“Case number 149-CR 0308, U.S. vs Reid.”

The judge stared down at Spencer, “Ms. Duncan, your client is an FBI agent, correct?”

Fiona stood and nodded, “That's right, your honour.”

The Judge then looked at Spencer with a raissd eyebrow, extremely unimpressed, “You're charged with murder, which is a very serious matter.”

Spencer stood slowly and cleared his throat, “Y- yes, your honour.”

Your heart broke at the sound of hid voice, he sounded so defeated.

“All right, Ms. Duncan, does your client wish to enter a plea at this time?”

“He does.” Fiona nodded and gestured to Spencer.

“And how do you plead, agent Reid?”

Spencer stood up straight, “Not guilty, your honour.”

You gasped quietly, not knowing if it’s in relief or not yet. You’re so glad that he’s not admitting to something he didn’t do, yet you were now fearful of the worst possibilities to come.

“Thank God.” Penelope whispered beside you.

“And as to bail?”

The prosecutor stood, “The people oppose bail and request remand, your honour.”

You spun your engagement ring around your finger. They can’t. They can’t do this to him. Not to your Spencer.

The rest of the team sat with silent rage as the two attorneys argued.

Fiona gestured to Spencer every time she spoke, “Your honour, my client presents no risk of flight.”

��That's ridiculous.” The prosecutor scoffed, “The defendant was arrested after fleeing the murder scene in Mexico.”

“Those were extenuating circumstances. He'd been drugged against his will.”

“By failing to notify the FBI of his international travel, the defendant violated the Bureau protocol.”

As much as you hated to admit it, the prosecutor made very valid points. You knew the truth but he was very convincing.

“My client presents no flight risk. He has deep ties in this community. His mother suffers from Alzheimer's disease and schizophrenia and lives with him. He is solely responsible for her well-being. He recently got engaged to fellow agent, SSA Y/L/n, who he is completely dedicated to. Additionally, he himself has been a decorated SSA with the FBI's behavioural analysis unit for over a decade.”

“And as an FBI agent, he has contacts all over the world.”

“Agent Reid would be willing to turn over both his personal and government issued passports.”

“If he wanted a counterfeit passport, he could easily get one.”

Fiona gave an annoyed glance to the prosecutor, “Your honour, please. He has no criminal history.”

“The defendant is uniquely situated to evade law enforcement should he flee the jurisdiction. You said so yourself, his fiancé is a fellow agent.”

Your mouth dropped open, how was that man allowed to just stand there and say these things about the both of them. He doesn’t even know you!

“Your honour, he wants to stay here and clear his good name.”

“He should have thought about his good name before sneaking across the border.” the prosecutor sneered.

“I'm prepared to present multiple law enforcement character witnesses on his behalf right now. The witnesses are here in the courtroom, all highly respected FBI agents.” Fiona gestured to the entire team.

“Simmer down, Ms. Duncan. It's almost six and I'm not inclined to hear from character witnesses. Actions speak louder than words, I always say.”

“We'd be willing to abide by a curfew and strict monitoring of his whereabouts at all times.”

“Too little too late, counsellor.”

Your heart sunk in your chest. Panic and fear began rising to the surface.

No, no, no, no, no.

“If past behaviour is the best indicator of future conduct, and I do believe it is, then your client presents a flight risk. Bail is denied. Defendant will be remanded to federal custody pending trial.” She banged the gavel and you felt your world crashing down with it.

Spencer stood in shock, turning around he called for you but you couldn’t hear him.

“Y/n!”

Snapping out of it you looked up as they were snapping the cuffs back on him again.

His eyes were wide in panic as the bailiff pushed him, “I love you.” he mouthed.

You placed your hand over your mouth to try to keep the sobs at bay, choking out an, “I love you too.”

The team were all leaning into you, placing their hands on your shoulder and arms, trying to tell you it’s going to be okay.

Okay?

How can it be okay when your fiancé is being dragged out of a courtroom in cuffs?

You needed air, everything was too much. This was all too much.

The team was talking to you but you were so unfocused. You gently brushed off everyone’s hands and exited the pew before stumbling out of the court room.

You were trying your best to keep your emotions in check but the dam was bursting. The tears were beginning to fall and your sobs were now audible.

Familiar hands placed themselves on your shoulders. Gently turning you until you were pressed in tight to Rossi’s chest.

“What are we going to do?” you cried hopelessly into his shirt.

“Everything we can. We’ll get him out.” Rossi wrapped his arms protectively around you, keeping you from falling to the ground.

The team felt helpless as they watched you break down in Rossi’s arms.

This was not going to be easy.

They just hoped that both of you would make it out the other side.

#fanfic #spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n

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marknee · 1 year

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bts fanfics i think shakespeare is rolling around in his grave about right now.

chapter i. ✷ chapter iii.

KEYS ON SEVERITY OF SHAKESPEARE’S STATE:

( ✮ ) — dude, what has that grave ever done to you?

( ♬ ) — i think we broke him.

( ✎ ) — he hasn’t moved in a while. should i check on him?

( ♛ ) — he’s deceased. again. dunno if that’s possible.

THE SHAKESPEARE SERIES.

WARNING: keep in mind, some of these authors are very strict on the rule that no minors should read their work if they’re underage, and i will honour that. but, at the end of the day, i am not your parent. so, there’s that. but heed my warning wisely. any smut or 18+ content will be highlighted in bold.

NOTE: yes, this is a series now. exciting, am i right? i fear there are too many incredible fics on this app to fit them into one part, so this will be multiple parts — you can access the masterlist above! leggo.

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( ✮ ) CASTAWAYS — by @rmnamjoons

!! namjoon x reader | 25.5k !!

smut (18+) with plot, slow burn, fluff, angst if you squint, happy ending, so much teasing.

you ever seen the 2000 film ‘cast away’? the one with tom hanks and his inanimate volleyball named wilson? yeah, this fic is exactly what that film should’ve been. it largely lacked the existence of namjoon, and the undeniable sexual tension we were denied for a throwing ball.

namjoon’s characterisation in this is unreal. he’s so gentle and tender with his words, yet so rough and unforgiving within the sheets. you almost don’t realise it’s the same person, but am i complaining? not really. quite the contrary actually.

also, i like that it’s very realistic in some aspects. everything they do to survive on an island is exactly what you imagine yourself doing if you were dropped into their shoes, lost and fearful that any moment might just be your last.

though i went through years of scouting myself, i do not feel i am equipped enough to survive on a deserted island with an embarrassingly hot guy i met days prior. but if miss y/n can do it with less experience than i, then o ye of little faith.

i wish i could engrave this fic into my brain so i can read it whenever i please, so i guess i’m just lucky it exists here on tumblr for free. an honour, really.

@rmnamjoons has outdone themselves yet again.

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( ♬ ) TAMPED — by @chimoona

!! jungkook x reader | 19.7k !!

smut (18+), fluff, humour, slow burn, mild angst/jealously, barista!au, lil bit of yoongi smut.

never mind shakespeare, this fic had me rolling around in my grave. and i’m not even dead.

if you had to choose any piece of advice to take away from this essay, let it be do not read fics like this in public. or in the presence of literally anybody. you will either a) start kicking your legs and squealing, or b) throw your phone and need a moment to compose yourself. learn from me, yes?

min yoongi is the funniest mf in this, especially in the way he teases the reader about not having been laid in a millennium. he makes this fic just an absolute treat to read. and the friendship with seokjin is so incredibly warming. you can feel the fondness they have for each other bursting through the pages (…screen? have i said that before?).

but, undoubtedly, what pulls everything together is the relationship between the reader and jungkook. it starts as toleration, then care, before it blooms into tenderness and finally, love. and you can’t get enough. of them and of the story.

you can’t help but fall in love yourself. definitely worth a read.

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( ✮ ) ADJUSTMENT — by @yminie

!! hoseok x reader | 7.1k !!

smut (18+), fluff, chiropractor!hoseok, patient!reader.

the fact the authors note is, “promise it’s not a cheesy porno,” needs a mention of its own. it made me laugh, and it definitely lived up to that statement. it was better than a cheesy porno.

this fic alone at 7k does what some 20k+ fics fail to do. and that’s a talent, truly. i swear, there were moments i felt as if i was third-wheeling and intruding on something very private and very personal. i probably should’ve walked out that doctors room and left them to it.

i think i’ve said it before, but this is another great example of a good smut laced within a good plot. it was interesting, hooked you in, and left you feeling quite satisfied. content is the word i think i should say.

shame shakespeare never wrote smut, but also not really because we have authors like this who do it better.

@yminie, i’ll be keeping my eye on you. an incredible fic, really.

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( ♛ ) WATERLOO — by @kinktae

!! art prodigy!taehyung x art student!reader | 13k !!

fluff, angst, some light smut, slow burn.

this was one of the first fanfics i ever read on this app. and that was what? a few years ago? wow. i’m old.

now, my memory isn’t incredible, but the fact this is one of the few fics i remember reading in a fandom i was unfamiliar to all those years ago, says a lot. about the story, the writing, and the author.

waterloo was like a soft push of the hand that guided me into the world of bts fanfics, and for that, i’m eternally grateful. i’ve never been one to dive into things straight away. i like guidance. i like ease.

so, my dear reader, if you have any friends who’re just getting into tumblr fics about bts and need that sturdy push, i solely advise you recommend this to them. but if not, this is a great fic to read otherwise.

it’s angsty, it’s cheesy, it’s cute, and it’s memorable. who doesn’t love an art prology taehyung? people who’re boring, that’s who.

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( ♛ ) FROM EDEN — by @ddaenggtan

!! hoseok x yoongi x reader | 15.6k !!

greek god au, hades!reader, thanatos!hoseok, persephone!yoongi, smut, fluff, angst, violence.

anyone else go through a greek god phase? i consumed all those stories like they were my breakfast. and as you would have it, my favourite to read about was the story of hades and persephone, also known as the coming of spring and winter.

this fic is genuinely so addictive and it really knocks the tag ‘greek god!au’ out the park. it does an amazing job of representing the story we all know and love, while adding some adaptations of its own, giving the story a unique twist.

i would happily write a five thousand word essay on how much i adore bangtan as greek gods, but i fear what would become of me if i did. so i shall not. for both my sake and yours.

as shakespeare never said, but lady gaga did: talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique.. etc.

and yoongi, for heavens sake, no pomegranates!

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( ✎ ) VOID — by @btssavedmylifeblr (series)

!! bts x reader | 82k !!

space!au, science fiction, a lot of smut (18+), angst.

one of the reasons why i created this series is so i can do one of my favourite things ever: share what i love. i think there something so beautiful in the art of spreading appreciation. and usually, my friends were the ones who had to listen to these essays before you did, sweet reader. and this fic was one of those i didn’t shut up about.

by the end of my rant about this series, i don’t think they even needed to read it. i’d done it for them simply by talking. which is why, i will keep this short and simple. so i don’t do the same for you.

this series is so well thought out. every little detail, every hurdle in the road, every step seems to have been thought of before hand and it makes the journey that much more gripping. so, kudos to the author for that. extra brownie points.

every member has their role, their part, their moment in the story and they’re all indefinitely important and make up a team. alike bangtan, they’re all needed in order to make the ship work. without one, it’d be going down and they’d all be yelling timber. (love that song).

teamwork makes the dream work, people.

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( ♬ ) PEACHES AND CREAM — by @snackhobi

!! jimin x reader | 9.1k !!

pure smut (18+).

let’s start with three words: lord have mercy. personally, i think that sums everything up pretty well. but if i left it at that, this wouldn’t be an essay now would it? so let’s continue.

the fact this fic was almost called ‘jimin and the fucking peach’ after james and the giant peach deserves extra credit for the absolute monstrosity of a laugh that escaped my mouth after reading that. a missed opportunity, truly.

honestly, jimin and his actions within this fic desperately need examining by a team of scientists in the study of inane methods to get someone’s attention because, and excuse my french, fuck me.

shakespeare was definitely giggling reading this. perhaps even kicking his legs. love that for him.

but, according to the key i put down for this fic, i also think we broke him. understandable, mate. same here. i’ll never be the same.

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( ♛ ) OH MY GOD, THEY WERE (QUARANTINED) ROOMMATES — by @ot7always

!! jungkook x reader | 22.8k !!

college!au, roommates!au, fluff, smut (18+).

the absolute audacity.

the reader really has the gall to sit and complain about what unfortunate circumstances she’s in, all the while she’s stuck with the jeon jungkook of all people. i cannot deal. i wish my quarantine trapped me inside with one of the hottest men on the planet.

apart from that, how can you not love this fic? rhetorical question, dear reader. you can’t.

the undeniable sexual tension that lingers throughout the entirety of this story builds up, like lego pieces on top of one another, until it finally falls and breaks into two. and you can’t reject the satisfaction of it all.

i was lucky enough to have read this two years ago (three now as i’m writing this) while we were actively going through lockdown, and it does an amazing job of describing everything we were all feeling during that time. bored, worried, confused, lonely, frustrated, and horny (…just saying).

it made things a bit more bearable. and it’s got shirtless jungkook.

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( ✎ ) THE WAY TO YOUR HEART — by @joonary

!! yoongi x reader | 9k !!

fluff, humour, office!au, coworkers!au.

the fluffiest fluff that ever did fluff. bet you shakespeare never said that in his life. shame. at least i beat him in something.

believe me when i say i was grinning like an idiot the whole time reading this, with my cheeks lightly aching. with this app filled to the brim with angst and heavier stories, this fic was like a breath of fresh air. a warm, hearty homemade meal after a rough day out in the merciless world.

if you’re in need of a hug but aren’t the physical touch kind of person, the solution is right here, my friend. this fic will rejuvenate your system and make you feel a whole lot better. believe me.

also, can i just say. the author made an impeccable job of leaving me even pickier about attributes of my future spouse than what i started with. like, how am i supposed to explain to someone i want a partner just like this exact, specific version of yoongi? like. i mean this one. all i’ll say is it proves difficult.

@joonary is the shakespeare we needed. instead he wrote romances disguised as tragedies where both parties die at the end. what the fuck.

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( ♛ ) STUCK WITH YOU — by @taleasnewastime

!! seokjin x reader | 29.6k !!

strangers to lovers, smut (18+), angst, fluff.

is anyone else surprised @taleasnewastime is here again? ‘cause i’m not. her work is next level (naevis? is that you?). and i’m not ashamed to say i stalked the entirety of her masterlist after this masterpiece. hint, hint, nudge, nudge, people.

the chemistry etched within this fic is off the charts. everything is there. the banter, the tenderness, the angst, the longing to accept love, the grief. all wrapped into a bundle and gifted with a side of heartache and woe.

we all need a person like seokjin’s character in our lives. someone who lifts us from dark times and (re: figuratively) throws us into the light. i fear helps might be a better option of wording. am i right?

this story dragged my hopeless romantic ass on a one-way skydive to pain. and that’s without a parachute. it was more of a free fall, really.

and i’d most definitely do it again.

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( ♬ ) WRAPPED TOGETHER — by @lemonjoonah

!! namjoon x reader | 18k !!

christmas!au, romance, drama, smut (18+).

you know those people who don’t listen to christmas music during the rest of the year because they swear it brings bad luck? well, they must hate me, ‘cause i’ll happily stream michael bublé’s christmas album in august if i have to. probably explains my bad luck too. great.

my point is, whenever you may be reading this post, whether it’s rainy october or sunny july, this fic is worth all the so-called bad luck.

it’s got the christmas spirit. the jolly music, the beautiful lights, the festive mood. and it’s got namjoon. it’s got namjoon, people! if that’s not tying the knot, then i don’t know what is.

in all seriousness though, i religiously come back to this fic whenever the holidays hit and the radios all over the uk start charting mariah carey and wham!. and it’ll cure any holiday blues.

@lemonjoonah may yet pop up again in this series. their work is definitely worth the time and read(ing?).

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( ✎ ) HERE COMES THE BRIDE, ALL DRESSED IN PRIDE — by @hansolmates

!! jungkook x reader | 17.3k !!

fake dating!au, fluff, crack, mentions of cheating.

“boy, i, boy, i, boy, i know, i know you got the feels.” the feels, twice. literally the first song that came to mind when i finished this fic. and twice never lie.

unpopular opinion (i think?), i’m a sucker for when y/n is petty in fanfics. i love a good revenge story, especially when it’s rightfully deserved, pristinely plated and justly served. you know, all classy like. and this had all that in the bag.

the relationship in this fanfic was so respectful and i loved that. they considered each other’s feelings towards what they were getting into, so that gets a gold star for communication and consideration from me. yass healthy relationship!

shakespeare cannot relate. hence why he’s tagged under ‘hasn’t moved in a while.’ he’s flabbergasted such things exist. since he killed one of the parties in the only healthy relationship he ever wrote. like, bro?

an amazing story yet again from @hansolmates if you’re in need of that satisfaction. (not like that you pervs. i meant revenge).

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She makes a real effort to muffle her steps, which is endearing. Enough that Lance is smiling slightly as she finally steps onto the observation deck and sits down next to him.

“Hey, Pidge.”

“Hey.” Her voice is quiet, subdued. As awkward as it is determined. “You okay?”

He draws his legs up to his chest, wrapping his arms around his shins and resting his cheek on his knees, facing her. She mimics his position, and they sit like that for a bit, comfortably silent.

“I will be.”

Pidge hums. She stares at him for a while, amber eyes tracing over the tear tracks dried onto his cheeks. “You’ve been coming here a lot,” she observes. “Used to only be around once a week. It’s almost daily, now.”

Lance blinks in surprise. He hadn’t thought anyone had really noticed.

“Oh.”

She must read his thoughts, because her eyes turn a little sad, like she’s hurting for him. “Everyone’s thinking about you, Lance.” Her smile turns sly. “Keith especially. He’s too awkward to talk to you himself so he came to me like a huge nerd.” She lowers her voice exaggeratedly, frowning deeply and wiggling furrowed brows. “‘Just go see if he’s okay’, he says.” She continues her Keith impression, waving her hand mockingly. “‘I can’t ask him, that’s weird. You have to. But don’t let him think I asked you to.’”

Lance laughs even as his cheeks heat up. “You’re messing with me.”

“Nope,” she says, reaching over to poke him in his cheek. “He was all emo and broody, as usual, but this time about you. He might as well have procured a bouquet of flowers out of thin air and composed a ballad in your honour.”

“Have I told you that you’re annoying, lately?”

“Nope. You’ve been too moosh.”

Her frankness sobers him right up, although he supposes he should expect it from her. Pidge isn’t known for beating around the bush.

He sighs, looking away. His cheeks are red for a whole different kind of embarrassment, now. He can’t believe he has the whole team worried about him and his tiny problems when there’s a war they’re supposed to be fighting. He’s being dramatic and he knows it.

“Sorry. I’m not trying to be.”

“Hey.” She punches him gently — well, gently by Pidge’s standards — on the shoulder. “No one’s annoyed or upset by it, doofus. You’re allowed to feel shitty. You’re a bajillion miles from home, and Hunk told me you and your family are like those annoying cartoon families who get along all the time and actually like each other.”

Lance scoffs in mock offense, punching her right back. “Are you of all people accusing me of being friends with my siblings? You broke into a military facility to search for your brother!”

Pidge grins. “It’s cool when I do it.”

“Yeah right, asshole!”

“Buttmuncher!”

“Headass!”

“Birdbrain!”

He can’t quite keep the faux-annoyed expression on his face any longer, grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. She grins right back. Some of the pain in his chest eases.

The homesickness doesn’t go away, exactly.

But Pidge makes it easier to handle.

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i forgot that you existed | harry potter x reader

song; i forgot that you existed [taylor swift] pairing; harry potter x gender neutral!muggle-born!reader genre; ex-lovers, light angst, bittersweet word count; 1k timeline; post-second wizarding war warnings; references to war summary; it's quite difficult to forget your ex when he's the infamous boy who lived, but somehow, some way, you were finally getting there

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"it isn't love, it isn't hate. it's just indifference."

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The Boy Who Lived was not a name you could escape in the wizarding world, no matter where you went or who you associated with. Especially after Voldemort's demise, his name popped up everywhere, since he was the one responsible. And, obviously, you would always respect and appreciate what the famous Harry Potter had done for everyone - muggles included.

But for so long had his name left a bad taste in your mouth.

It wasn't something that could be helped really: he was your ex-boyfriend, but not only that. He was your first love as well, so despite the fact you broke up on amicable terms, your heart ached to think of him. For years, you had put on a brave face when people mentioned him - friends careful to tiptoe around the subject, strangers oblivious to your history with the boy.

In a way, you had been forced into exposure therapy, which was certainly one way to get over someone. And it may have taken an awfully long time, but now, four years after your break up, you could safely say that you were at peace with the past.

Which is why it didn't hurt to bump into him in the bakery in Diagon Alley.

"Y/N?" his voice caught you by surprise, making you look up from the selection of sweet treats.

You were going to run into him sooner or later: after all, there weren't many wizard-only places. You were just relieved it was more on the later side.

"Harry," you smiled at him, "How have you been?"

Smiling at him felt foreign when you thought about the nights you spent crying through snot and sobs trying to get over him.

"Yeah, I've been good. I finally know peace," he chuckled awkwardly, "How have you been?"

"Good," the fact you were being honest warmed your own heart, "Yeah, I'm working at Mungo's now."

"Just like you always wanted to?"

You hummed, "You're an auror now, right?"

"Yeah, well, training to be one," he said, "Guess we're both where we wanted to be."

You gave a small grin to that sentiment, "How are the Weasleys? Hermione?"

"They're good, yeah, they're all good. Hermione and Ron are together, if you didn't know."

"Unlikely pair," you commented, thinking of your old friends. Your friendship with them had faded after you purposely distanced yourself to get over Harry.

"Yeah, quite."

"And you? How's your love life?" you ventured to ask.

"I'm with Ginny."

It didn't hurt to hear that, and that alone made you smile, "You suit each other." You meant it.

"Are you seeing anyone?"

You shook your head, "Too busy with work at the minute. It would be a bad idea to start anything now."

"Well, I hope you find someone deserving of you."

"Thank you, Harry, I hope everything between you and Ginny works out."

"Yeah, me too."

You stared at each other for a few moments, before you sighed gently and said, "Right, I should get going," you turned back to the counter and quickly made a decision about the pastry you wanted.

"Yeah, of course," Harry said as you moved towards the till, "I'll see you around, yeah?"

You nodded, "It's a small world, after all. Take care, Harry."

"You too, Y/N."

And then he was gone.

"You seem quite familiar with the Boy Who Lived," the bakery owner, who was accustomed to you as a regular, stated.

You shrugged, "We went to school together. Dated for a couple years, actually."

"Oh?"

You chuckled, "It's in the past, though. I hardly know him anymore. Truthfully, I forget he exists sometimes."

"How? He's so famous."

"It took an incredible amount of self-work, Aggie."

"Then have today's pastry on the house, in honour of such an impressive feat."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course."

You beamed, "Thank you, Aggie. See you tomorrow."

"Take care!"

"You too!"

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As you entered the renowned wizarding hospital for the sick and injured, pastry in hand, you smiled a greeting at all your co-workers as you passed them. Not too long ago, the place had been overcrowded with war survivors, hurt in all sorts of ways. A few of them still remained (mostly the mentally scarred beyond repair ones), but as a whole the doctors, surgeons, nurses, potion masters, physiotherapists, etc. had managed to heal the vast majority of war patients. You hadn't worked here then, but due to your dreams of being a witch doctor, you had been one of the key medical aids at the Battle of Hogwarts. That experience had helped you secure a spot in Mungo's apprenticeship program.

And, you supposed, the defeat of Voldemort and the death eaters was one thing you would always have to thank your ex-boyfriend for. Without that, not only would you live in fear and desolation, but your life at Mungo's would be a hell of a lot more miserable. That would be if the death eaters even allowed muggle-borns to hold down a job in the wizarding world (let alone live).

So, no, you weren't angry at Harry Potter by any means. You still were sometimes saddened with regret and the possibility of what could have been, but not to the point of tears - not anymore. Harry Potter was simply a more significant part of your backstory than other people's. You didn't hate him, but you didn't love him.

And, as you changed into your scrubs, washed your hands, and headed in the direction of your first patient, you found yourself flustering at the warm smile that an attractive co-worker gave you on the way. The same way you flustered at Harry Potter all those years ago, but didn't today.

Because your interaction with the Boy Who Lived was... well, it wasn't love, it wasn't hate. It was just indifference.

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written; 10/04/2023 —> 15/04/2023 published; 16/04/2023 edited; —/—/——

taglist ; @iluvweasleys @workinatdapyramid

#harry potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter x you #harry potter x y/n #hp #hp oneshot #HP fanfics #hp fanfic #hp fic #light angst #ex lovers #bittersweet #gender neutral reader #muggle born reader #post war #aged up

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skulls-soul · 1 year

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Mario and Luigi definitely would have to get used to all of the freebies and gifts that they would receive not only because they’re heroes but because the toad people are just that kind

like Mario and Luigi would be wondering around and thought that maybe they could spoil themselves to some ice cream that they were definitely going to share to only have the toad give them not one but two large cones saying that they’re on the house

After some weird reverse haggling the three of them settled for a buy one get one free deal

I also like to imagine that whenever one of the toads comes over with like a gift of cookies or something Luigi would bake some thing so that way when he returns the container it’s filled with his own baked goods

Whenever the brothers find out that one of the toads who were very kind to them have problems with their appliances or plumbing the brothers will jump at the chance to help

you know a favor for a favor

It takes a long time for the brothers to realize that not every act of kindness needs to be returned back.

#mario nintendo #luigi nintendo #luigi #Mario #your honour they’re broke #super broke mario brothers #toads Nintendo #super mario bros

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kyojurismo · 1 year

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hello writer-nim! i would like to request a demon slayer one shot where douma likes the reader (vice versa) but reader is a hashira. the demon slayer corp decided to kill the reader off for betraying the corp by liking a demon. thank you so so much ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

p/s feel free to skip this if it makes you uncomfortable

▸ ANSWERING. hello anon !!! i’m so sorry it took so long omg, it’s probably the longest request i’ve received and i’m not really sure about it (i wrote it late at night so i don’t really expect it to make sense lol, but i hope douma is not too out of character*)… thank you sm for the request, hope you’ll enjoy it !! ♡

*read the before leaving section for some extra notes!

▸ FANDOM. kimetsu no yaiba

▸ CHARACTERS. douma (upper rank two) x gn!reader

▸ WORD COUNT. 821

▸ RATING. sfw

▸ WARNINGS. erm… mention of execution? not proofread, as i said i’ve written it late at night so please don’t look at it too closely pls pls pls + lemme know if i need to add warnings

you tried to keep it a secret for months. months of sneaking away without getting noticed, of secret dates whenever you were done with your missions, of pleading douma to reduce his victims. but also months full of happy memories.

you didn’t expected to fall for upper rank two, douma. not that he wasn’t attractive; he was beautiful, tall, his rainbow eyes could caught your attention within seconds. but douma was strangely caring.

the first time you two met was on the battlefield of course. you came to help a group of mizunoe slayers who met douma by chance. you instructed them to leave, due to some of them being badly injured, and found yourself face to face with the upper moon.

if you ask douma, he would say that there was something about you. he was drawn to you by something, but he still can’t name it. you were ready to attack him but you were caught off guard by douma coming closer and starting analysing you.

“you’re very strong… i like your katana,” he said, smiling friendly. “and you’re so cute,” he added. douma smiled at you and you held back your nichirinto, even though something inside you was screaming at you to take this opportunity and to slaughter him. to do it for all the poor people he killed, to bring justice. but you broke the rules.

you found yourself falling for a demon, and one of the worst, truthfully. but the heart wants what it wants. you two were seeing each others, but you were the one risking everything.

when the corps finally found out, you heard whispers saying that it was one of the hashira who discovered about your little romantic trips. you didn’t blame them tho, because differently from you they did the right thing. they honoured their role as demon slayers. meanwhile, you failed.

so you were right in front of the oyakata-sama, two kakushi were holding you, in case you would get up and run away any time soon. “i’d never disrespect oyakata-sama like that,” you spat, keeping your eyes low. “in fact, you already did.”

the few hashiras that weren’t on mission were standing right behind you, kneeled down respectfully. “y/n, i’ve heard you’ve been entertaining with a demon… an upper moon, even,” oyakata-sama spoke softly, his voice soothing. as if they weren’t about to execute you. “i’ve never shared our location, or spoke about our missions. i put only myself in danger, i swear it on my life!”

you finally met his face and only then you noticed two of his daughters standing by his side. “i believe you, and i’m grateful for that… but what you did goes against what we are, what we stand for. we’re meant to get rid of demons to keep everyone safe, not to entertain ourselves with them and keeping them alive.”

“i know that what i’ve done is wrong and i broke the most important rule… i accept my fate, if i’m meant to die right here and right now.”

truth is, douma didn’t agree with you. he wanted to slaughter all of them, without giving them a second chance. but, deep down, he knew he would only complicate things.

“they’re so foolish they waited until dusk to interrogate and execute them,” he muttered, smirking. he finally showed himself, jumping out of his hiding place.

“well well well, my lord would be so pleased to be here right now,” douma appeared right behind you. he pushed away the two kakushi that were holding you, trying not to hurt them.

“douma…” you whispered before getting up and looking at him. “i’m here to rescue you,” he pouted, noticing your sweet face was a bit bruised.

your eyes were on the hashiras, who were ready to attack him before douma grabbed your hips and picked you up, jumped on the roof of the mansion and escaped before anyone could attack. your arms circled his neck while douma held your back with one hand.

“what a pretty place! i’m so sad we can’t stay a bit longer,” he mused. “you’re out of your mind! i hope you didn’t hurt anybody!” you shouted at him. “of course not, darling!” douma assured you, smiling.

once you two were away from any danger, douma put you down and checked your face. “it’s all because of me, darling,” he said, caressing your cheeks. “maybe…” you interrupted him quickly. “i knew what i was doing from the start. i wanted to be with you.”

you smiled at him, then kissed his chin. “i won’t let someone hurt you, demon or human. if you will, i wish for your life to be mine,” he grabbed your cheeks gently and leaned towards you. you nodded, circling his neck with your arms. you kissed him back, getting lost in that special moment and ignoring everything around you and douma, as if the world were yours.

▸ BEFORE LEAVING. reblog and comments are super appreciated. now, at first i wanted to write about reader being executed and douma finding out & getting his revenge on the demon slayers corp but i changed my mind through the writing process to this is the result lol. it probably could have been better, but i also felt bad for taking so long so i also posted it for this reason… well, thank you for reading the one shot and all this haha, have a good day / night <3

#📂 — writing !!#douma x reader #douma x y/n #douma x you #douma drabble #douma blurb #douma imagine #douma one shot #douma fanfic #kny douma #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba fanfic #demon slayer #demon slayer fanfic

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Zuko and Who's Afraid of Little Old Me?

“The who's who of who's that? / Is poised for the attack / But my bare hands paved their paths / You don't get to tell me about sad / If you wanted me dead, you should've just said / Nothing makes me feel more alive / So I leap from the gallows and I levitate down your street / Crash the party like a record scratch as I scream / Who's afraid of little old me? / You should be”

This whole first chunk, to me, is Zuko confronting Ozai in Book 3 episode 11 The Day of the Black Sun Pt 2

“The scandal was contained”

Book 1 E12 The Storm, Zuko’s crew thought Zuko had been burned in a training accident, not by his own father

“The bullet had just grazed”

Within the theme of abuse, Ozai and Azula minimise the abuse Zuko endured, Ozai just 'grazed' Zuko’s face

“At all costs, keep your good name / You don't get to tell me you feel bad”

Ozai keeps his reputation, while Zuko is banished to spend over 3 years trying to get his honour back (which he never truly lost)

“Is it a wonder I broke? Let's hear one more joke / Then we could all just laugh until I cry / So I leap from the gallows and I levitate down your street / Crash the party like a record scratch as I scream / Who's afraid of little old me?”

“I was tame, I was gentle 'til the circus life made me mean”

Zuko was a gentle child, but Ozai thought he was too soft. The circus life can connect to the pageantry and brutality of the Fire Nation Empire

“Don't you worry folks, we took out all her teeth”

In Book 2, when he’s a refugee, Zuko feels humiliated and powerless, having gone from a prince to a ‘nobody’, his shame critically culminates here in Ba Sing Se

“Who's afraid of little old me? / Well, you should be (you should be) / So tell me everything is not about me / But what if it is?”

“Then say they didn't do it to hurt me / But what if they did?”

Ozai burned Zuko to “teach him respect” but really, it was just abuse

“I wanna snarl and show you just how disturbed this has made me / You wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me”

These two lines truly encapsulate the rage of realising how fucked up your childhood was only once you’re out of it. You couldn’t see it when you were in it but you survived hell, and now that you understand that, you’re so fucking angry

“So all you kids can sneak into my house with all the cobwebs / I'm always drunk on my own tears, isn't that what they all say? / That I'll sue you if you step on my lawn / That I'm fearsome and I'm wretched and I'm wrong / Putting narcotics into all of my songs / And that's why you're still singing along”

People have preconceived notions about Zuko: he’s spoiled, selfish, and volatile. While these are areas where Zuko has genuine growth in the series, it is important to remember that they’re used by adults in the Fire Nation (ex. Ozai and Zhao) to discredit and demean him

“So I leap from the gallows and I levitate down your street / Crash the party like a record scratch as I scream / Who's afraid of little old me? / I was tame, I was gentle 'til the circus life made me mean / Don't you worry folks, we took out all her teeth / Who's afraid of little old me? / Well, you should be (you should be)”

“'Cause you lured me / And you hurt me / And you taught me / You caged me and then you called me crazy / I am what I am 'cause you trained me”

Zuko’s autonomy and free will are really what led him to join the Gaang. He realises he never deserved Ozai’s abuse, never lost his honour, and his actions are his own.

But you can’t deny the poetry of ‘you created the thing that destroyed you in the end’

“So who's afraid of me? / Who's afraid of little old me? / Who's afraid of little old me?”

I lowkey want to write a zuko-centric song fic...

Let me know what you think and if you interpret the song differently!! <3

#zuko #prince zuko #atla #avatar #taylor swift #atla zuko #hearthhomeposts #Spotify

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justallihere · 1 month

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Thoughts post my rereads:

She was not a thing—not something to be acquired and used. When had she stopped fighting Xaden on that?

She wasn’t sure she did. All the quiet, intimate moments between them—she had to wonder now if they had been authentic; had to wonder if he’d done it just so she would trust him.

I love our look into Violets thoughts and feelings surrounding Xaden’s betrayal. She put herself out there for him, intentionally or not, and all that trust and vulnerability wasn’t returned and manipulated.

She didn’t want to. She didn’t want this to be real. She was tired of facing things—tired of having to be what others expected of her, tired of always doing the right thing. She was just tired.

You characterize Violet’s exhaustion and anguish so perfectly. I also broke down crying reading this, it’s such a relatable feeling. The way Violet feels so violently (hehe) yet her brain keeps spinning to problem solve is so well done. Bravo!

“I need to talk to Xaden.”

“Fuck Xaden,” Rhiannon said harshly. “He married you just to sacrifice you. You don’t owe him anything.”

“I want to hear what he has to say.”

“Lies, probably.”

Your honour, I love the Rhiannon defence squad.

“I just need to talk to him,” she said.

She needed—she didn’t know what. To see Xaden’s face, to hear his voice. She needed the confirmation from him that this was truly what he’d always intended for her.

I love that we see Violet’s need for information here but we also see that she’s starting to need Xaden as well. That she has started to rely on him for comfort, even if it’s just subconsciously. I truly, truly love how you’re depicting them falling for each other. Especially as later we see:

She hated him more than she ever had, and still not enough.

She knows that Xaden has wormed his way in no matter how mad she is.

Liam’s face crumpled before he caught himself and smoothed out his expression. “No. Of course not.”

Liam—Liam she still didn’t let herself look at.

Liam paused, looking at her imploringly over his shoulder, but she didn’t acknowledge him

Sometimes I feel like the Liam/Violet falling out and reconciliation is going to hurt me more than the Xaden/Violet one.

“You can elaborate on that,” she said, “or we can find out if killing you really will destroy us all or just inconvenience Sgaeyl for a day or two.”

“This my power, my signet, my body—my fucking choice. You tried to make it for me, and I should kill you for it.”

Violet drew back her fist and punched him in the face.

THAT’S MY GIRL ❤️‍🔥🗡️

“Because you did this. You married me, you brought me here, you handed me a crown, and you planned to use me as a weapon this whole fucking time. So now you’re going to deal with the consequences of your actions and look me in the face and explain to me exactly what all you’ve lied to me about.”

“Fuck, do you really think I’m such an awful, heartless person that I could take care of you and hold you the way that I have and it means nothing to me? Do you think you mean nothing to me?”

She shook her head slowly. “I don’t believe you.”

“Yes,” she said. “Alone.”

Welcome to your bed Xaden, you can now lie in it (or maybe not) 😅

“Every time you’ve held me, have you—“

This line really hit me because we know Violet is drawing parallels to Dain here. 😩

He pinned her leg down hard with his own when she tried to wiggle it free. “Don’t do that,” he said, strained.

“What am I thinking right now?” Violet asked tauntingly.

His gaze dipped from her eyes to her mouth, and then lower. “You really want me to guess?”

“Yes.”

“Liar,” he murmured,

They’re so horny for each other I love it.

I know I said in my A03 review that I want Xaden on his hands and knees (and I do) but I truly do love that you depicted him NOT apologizing for his actions. What I really want to see is Xaden recognizing that Violet doesn’t trust him and working to fix that, which I think we saw a peak of in this chapter. Looking forward to his POV to delve more into his thoughts and feelings around the whole situation!

Once again your chapters always outdo themselves. You’re a brilliant writer Alli, I truly appreciate your dedication to delivering us amazing content every week. Thanks for keeping me fed! 💞

Thank you so much!!!

I feel like Violet straight up just isn’t over shit enough in canon. I want her to just throw the biggest fit in the world, she’s tired, she’s been tortured, her boyfriend lied to her, her brother lied to her, everyone wants something from her, and she’s never as mad as I think I would be in her case. I just needed her to scream and cry and be TIRED. And in this chapter she definitely is

Violet trusts Xaden far more than she wants to, but she does need him in a lot of ways. He grounds her because he’s never coddled her

Violent Violet is the best Violet!!!

I think you’re the first person to point out how horny they are for each other in this one 😭 I mean they always are but to be horny in the middle of a fight?? Married idiot behavior

We will definitely see intentional Xaden and Violet working their shit out moving forward. She asked for honesty so she’ll get it

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#storm in the quiet

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salvador-daley · 10 months

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Chained ⛓️ NEW CHAPTER

A Klaus Hargreeves murder mystery

A/N: Greetings, mystery fans! This chapter is a lot longer than previous chapters because it’s a pretty important one plot-wise. I hope the wait was worth it. Oh, by the way, did I mention Allison turns up in this fic? 🫢😮

We are so close to the end now I can almost taste it. Please share your thoughts, feelings and theories in the comments! 💚💚

Special thanks to @allisoooon for the highly sexual textual art - I love it (and you) so much!

CW: Drug abuse and other typical Klaus stuff

Snippet from Chapter 29: Family

“Hi, sis!” Klaus tries, giving her a little finger wave which he hopes comes across as cute and endearing.

Allison says nothing, continuing to stare at him. It’s a powerful tactic.

“Okay, I know what you’re thinking. And I’m sorry, okay? For whatever it is you’re still mad about.”

“You know the fact that there’s more than one possible option of things to be mad about isn’t a good sign, right?”

Klaus lets out an exasperated sigh. She was never going to make this easy. “All right, all right. I’m sorry about the car. And the curtains. And the time I let your dog get run over by that motorbike. And the magazine…”

Allison cuts him off. Her jaw appears to harden even more. “You told them my hair comes from Russian corpses.”

“It doesn’t?” Klaus asks with a blink.

Allison purses her lips together. “No.”

So that’s the thing she’s still mad about. At least they’re making progress.

“Gee, Allison, come on…”

“You also told them I’d had work done,” she spits.

“Well, I didn’t think they’d believe me! You’re so naturally pretty, everyone knows that.”

That last comment elicits the slightest flutter of her eyelashes - almost imperceptible. But it’s a sign that Klaus is wearing her down, chipping away at her defenses. If there’s one thing Allison can’t resist, it’s a compliment.

He takes a step forward. “Look, I’m sorry, sis. It was a stupid, selfish thing to do. But I was broke and I needed the money. If you let me in, I promise I’ll make it up to you. And I won’t break any of your antique furniture or steal any of your fancy knick-knacks, I swear.”

“And..?”

Klaus gives her a reluctant nod. “And I won’t put magic mushrooms in the punch bowl. Scout’s honour,” he adds with a salute. He takes another step towards her, closing the distance and offering his arms out. “Come on, I’ve missed you, sis.”

“I’ve missed you too,” she admits, if somewhat begrudgingly. Allison releases her pout and shrugs her arms out in his direction, bringing him in for a half-hearted hug.

He squeezes her and he feels her shoulders give in to his embrace, the last of her prickliness melting away.

“You better behave or I’ll rumour your head down the toilet.”

“I know,” says Klaus, squeezing her a little harder.

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Stitches

Pairing: Rindou Haitani x GN!Reader

Genre: Crack

Word count: 700ish

Warnings: OOC, canon divergent, violence, mentions of injuries, mentions of blood, online stalking, intentional injury, mentions of gang violence, 0 medical accuracy

It all started with a dislocated shoulder, Ran’s hysteric meltdown and Rindou’s inability to flirt like a normal human being.

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3

“So…” Kokonoi started, sitting on the table next to miserable-looking Rindou, “What’s your problem?”

“I met a cute doctor and I don’t even know their name.” Rindou muttered through his hands tightly gripping his hair, tragedy written all over his face.

Kokonoi raised an eyebrow.

“What do you mean? Didn’t it say their name on their name tag? Or in their office somewhere?”

“I didn’t look. I was busy drooling.” Rindou quietly admitted, letting his head fall to the table with a bang.

“You’re hopeless.” Kokonoi snickered, pulling out his phone, “Come on, lover boy, which hospital was it? Do you know what kind of doctor they are? Did you at least get a last name?”

“All I know is they’re a rheumatologist.” Rindou muttered against the table, “And I think it was Seibu General Hospital?”

“Mhm,” Was all Kokonoi offered, thumbs typing hard enough to crack his screen, “Okay, I found them.”

Rindou got his head off the table fast enough to give him whiplash.

“Y/n L/n, 26 years old, doctor of rheumatology and orthopaedics, graduated from Tokyo Medical University in 2018 with top grades and high honours, employed in Seibu General Hospital and often volunteering in homeless shelters as a physician. They were engaged in 2016 but broke it off due to unknown reasons. They have a pet cat called Bunny. No Facebook or Twitter, but I found their Instagram and e-mail. Give me 3 more minutes and I can get you their phone number, social security number and mother’s maiden name.”

“Kokonoi, what the fuck”.

Koko merely raised his hands in surrender.

“Some of us have to find people for a living, okay? Do you want that number or not?”

Rindou grimaced.

“What the fuck, no? I don’t wanna seem like a fucking creep, Koko.”

Kokonoi merely shrugged.

“Your loss.”

“What’s up, bitches?” Sanzu entered, dramatically laying down on the table, legs swinging and face inches away from Rindou’s.

“Rin has a crush on a cute doctor, I found out everything about them and he doesn’t want the number because it’s ‘creepy’ apparently.”

Sanzu hummed in thought.

“A doctor, you say?” He looked at Rindou now, his usually manic gaze now focused, “The one who fixed your shoulder and Ran called ‘an angel’?”

“Yes, that’s them.”

Sanzu hummed once more.

Before promptly roundhouse punching Rindou in the face, making him fall off his chair onto the floor.

“WHAT THE FUCK SANZU?!”

“Now you get to see your cute doctor.” Sanzu grinned, hopping off the table to peer at Rindou’s bleeding nose.

As Rindou blinked the tears away, his eyes widened, a lightbulb turning on in his head.

“Sanzu, you are a fucking genius.”

And that is how Rindou’s whole charade started.

“Hello, Mr. Haitani.” The doctor, y/n, smiled at him, making his tongue twist and legs shake, just a little.

“Hi, doc.” He grinned, stupidly, rubbing the back of his neck, “I came here, because of, well, this,” He pointed to his face, “But also to ask if there’s anything that can be done about… My condition?”

The doctor’s hands were warm as they gently moved his head from side to side, examining that the nose isn’t broken.

“Well, there is currently no cure for EDS, as it is genetic, but I can prescribe you some painkillers to help with the joint pain.”

He almost wanted to punch himself.

Of course there is no cure for genetic disorders, and he just made a fool of himself in front of you, and oh my fucking God he is a moron, you’ll hate him and he is just-

“Your nose is not broken, luckily. Would you still like that prescription?”

He blinked, snapping himself out of his stupid little pity party.

“Yes, I would like that very much.”

“Of course.” You smiled, “You are always welcome inside my office to ask questions or to seek help for any issues that may arise, Mr. Haitani.”

“Just Rin is fine,” He smiled, heat rising up his neck.

“Of course, Rin.” His name rolling off your tongue sounded like the most natural thing in the world, and he almost wanted to kiss you right then and there, but he contained himself.

“Let me put a bandaid on that cut for you.”

And he let you.

He walked out of your office with a bright pink Hello Kitty bandaid and a lollipop, grinning ear to ear and he never felt better.

This is the exact event where his streak of injuries, and Ran’s series of sleepless nights began.

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