#( if anyone wants to write with ANY character. i’m in. asks & messages are open ! )

[ahoystilinski]

working on replies and posts as we speak, it’s nice to be back. <3

[sinsirellaxx]

Can you do toxic boys reacting to you showing up at their dorm crying? I’m in love with your writing ugh

Slytherin Boys – What they’d be like if you show up at their dorm crying

Warning: There are no warnings for this one I think. The boys are quite tame and fluffy-ish here

A/N: Thank you so much!! ❤️ Glad you like it and I hope you'll enjoy this one too! I know there is a huge misbalance in terms of length for each characters but I just couldn't help myself with some of them. I initially wanted to keep all of them short.

Have fun reading!

Mattheo …

… who would silently pull you into his room and right into his arms, letting you sob into his chest. He’d carefully stroke your hair and press soft kisses onto your forehead, letting his lips linger on your skin. Mattheo who’d slowly pull you towards his bed, removing your shoes and tucking you both in. Mattheo would close the curtains to his bed to give you more privacy in case anyone else walked into the shared dorm. He’d not ask any questions for the time being as he didn’t want to further upset you with nosy questions. After you had calmed down a bit, he lifted your head from his chest to be able to look into your eyes before he carefully spoke. “What happened, love?”

Theodore …

… wasn’t in his room when you knocked on his door. If you hadn’t felt as threatened and anxious you would have never entered his room without him, but you did. Upon entering his room, you sighed out in relief and immediately closed his door. Walking up to his bed you took off your shoes and your tie before lying down on and pressing your nose into his pillow, taking in a deep breath. As his smell surrounded your senses you could feel your muscles relax. Your eye lids fell close as you slowly nodded off.

Theodore walked into his dark room with a sigh. He was worried because you hadn’t replied to any of his messages or calls. He stopped in his tracks when he noticed the drawn curtains of his bed. When he noticed your shoes on the floor a small smile appeared on his face. Found you.

Opening the curtain slightly he slipped into bed with you, spooning you from behind. Pressing his nose into your hair he breathed in your smell – oh how he loved you.

The sudden movement seemed to have woken you up as you slowly turned in his arms, eyes puffy from all the crying. Just like a small child does when it sees its mother your eyes started tearing up when you looked into his beautiful eyes.

Wrapping your arms around him tightly you hid your face in his chest, crying softly.

Theodore, slightly confused, tightened his grip on you. “What’s wrong, cara mia? What happened?”

Lorenzo …

… would be instantly angry. Why were you crying? Who made you cry? He’d have so many questions swirling around in his head, but he wouldn’t dare ask – not until you hadn’t stopped crying. His current priority was you. He hugged you close to his body and whispered how much he loved you and that you were safe. He felt you relax after a while, your sobs just mere sniffs now. He carefully lifted your head with a finger under your chin and placed soft kisses onto your puffy eyelids, nose and finally your lips.

“What’s wrong, love. What happened?” He asked softly, his hand on your chin moving to cup your cheek. He listened to you closely as you told him that you had found threatening notes in your belongings the past few days and that they were getting worse. Threatening you to stay away from Lorenzo Berkshire.

“Don’t worry love, they can’t hurt you. I’m here – you’re safe with me.”

Lorenzo was seething – how dare they threaten you and try to destroy the relationship that he has carefully built. However, a small voice in his head told him, that this might be another chance – an opportunity to pull you closer into his web. You’d depend more and more on him now, that you were scared for your life. And he didn’t even have to move a single finger.

Draco …

… threatens to tell his father about it. He was shocked to hear that Cormac McLaggen has been bullying and spreading nasty rumors about you for rejecting him. Draco would make it his mission to ruin his life and he’d succeed. That he was sure of.

Your boyfriend would spend the next few days pampering you: going on dates, buying you flowers and things you might like – anything to cheer the love of his life up. What you would have to deal with, however, was that he got even more protective of you: he’d want to be around you all the time – which you didn’t mind as you felt safer around him.  

Blaise …

… immediately picked you up and placed you on his bed. He’d help you change into comfier clothes, pressing occasional kisses onto your skin as he listened to your rant. You had failed your exam even though you had spent so much time in the library, studying for that damn thing. “It’s fine, love. We can study together next time, how’s that sound?” He offered as another sob escaped your trembling lips. He pressed a kiss onto your red nose – he couldn’t help but find you endearing, with your teary eyes, your red nose and your trembling cheeks – he just wanted to eat you up. You nodded at him with wide eyes as you threw your arms around him, crying into his crook of his neck. Blaise gently patted your back, a small smile on his lips.

Tom …

… would be mad. Mad that you were crying. And mad at whoever made you cry. He always felt awkward whenever you cried because he did not know what to do to console you. He knew however, that you liked physical contact, so he pulled you into his chest and wrapped his long arms around you tightly. He didn’t need to ask any questions – you were already so vulnerable and distract that he could freely see into your mind to find out who or what made you cry. You wouldn’t even notice. And after you had fallen asleep, he’d sneak out and take care of the matter himself.

[flightlessangelwings]

While we’re in Latino Heritage Month, let’s stop assuming your reader doesn’t know/speak Spanish in your reader insert fics. Especially if you’re writing for Pedro’s, Oscar’s or other Latino characters please.

EDIT: After some criticism of how this was originally phrased, let me change it into a question/request instead- Can we as writers please try to be more inclusive with our reader insert fics so poc and others can feel represented and see themselves too? Including taking out a quick throwaway line about reader not understanding Spanish. (Keeping the original phrasing above so anyone who missed the post to begin with can still see how I originally phrased it)

If you have a throwaway line of “he said in Spanish that you didn’t understand” or something similar, just take it out. Have something like “you didn’t hear” instead and let the reader interpret how they want. Or use italics to indicate Spanish. Or have the translation right there without mention of anyone translating for them. Simple. Or if you don’t want to/feel you cannot change it, then please have something in with your warnings so Latinos/poc can skip it if they choose.

And let me tell you why this is so frustrating (even for me as someone who is not a fluent speaker). It’s because Latinos look to these characters and actors for representation. We see ourselves in them. And when you clearly do not have a Latino person in mind when writing, you’re saying we don’t belong here. In a space where we should feel welcomed and celebrated. Representation matters. Inclusivity matters. Please try to be more inclusive with reader fics so we can all enjoy and immerse ourselves in your writing.

ALSO EDITING TO ADD MORE FROM A REBLOG SO EVERYONE CAN SEE MY CLARIFICATION: (under a cut for length)

This is nothing new, poc have been asking for years now to be inclusive in fics and yet it’s still a battle. We’re not asking for a lot, and certainly not asking anyone to change their style or creativity or anything like that. Literally simple edits: take out the word “blush” don’t mention hair, don’t mention not understanding Spanish, not making reader blood related to a white character, etc. Literally tiny things that would not change the story at all but make a world of difference.

Here’s an example too: a few years ago it was not common for writers to label the gender of their reader as it was usually assumed the reader would be a woman. But, people advocated to label readers as f/m/gn/whatever to be more inclusive and asked writers to strive for gender neutral readers when possible so that more readers felt seen and welcome. Now it’s a common thing to do. Why is making the readers race ambiguous any different?

Yes sometimes posts like this come across harsh, but know that they’re not meant to be. Poc aren’t trying to demand anything, we just ask to broaden your langauge when writing reader insert so more can see themselves in your work. It’s incredibly frustrating to ask for inclusivity and be met with hostility and rudeness in return and a refusal to think about poc so yes sometimes the wording gets harsh out of that frustration. But I encourage y’all to focus on the message more and maybe think about why poc in fandom get snippy like this. We do need to have an open conversation, yes. Just look in the comments at the Latinos and poc who are upset by the exclusion and feel hurt by it. How you you white fans feel if roles were reversed and none of the fics included you? Not fun, right?

And to those who say write it yourself: I do. I’ve been a x reader writer for years now and I do strive for inclusivity in my work. But I’m only one person and this is bigger than any one person. This isn’t about what I personally find acceptable or what I personally what. It should be a collective effort among writers as a whole to strive to include as many as possible in their works and not white code your readers. It’s not about demanding writers write it a certain way, it’s about asking writers to consider others who don’t look like them who also want the immersion and the escape that your fic brings.

[zxvmp]

Strangers - Ethel Cain

“Can I be yours? Just tell me i’m yours. If i’m turning in your stomach and making you feel sick. Am I making you feel sick?”

summary: based off the lyrics, you and (mha boy) have been friends for a long time now and you’ve been crushing on them for the longest. So, when they started avoiding you, you started overthinking things.

tags: angst with happy ending, slight depression, body dysmorphia, kissing, dumb confessions, overthinking, implied fem! reader but it could lowk be gender neutral

a/n: idea popped in my brain and i had to write it sorry not sorry 😢 i would’ve done other characters but I didn’t realize how long I wrote for kaminari and i def don’t feel like writing that much for more than two characters rn soo…. if you want a pt.2 with other characters lmk 🤪

characters: Denki Kaminari, Shoto Todoroki

Denki Kaminari

You sat in the cafeteria staring at Kaminari from afar. He was sitting with Jirou laughing and eating. That used to be you sitting next to him, laughing over the dumbest things with food in your mouth. About two weeks ago, he began avoiding you and not replying to your texts. Whenever you’d go up to him in person about it, he’d wave you off or ignore your questions.

“Why didn’t you reply?”

“You texted me?”

You frowned and pulled out your phone, “Yeah, I was asking if you wanted to have a movie night like we always do.”

He rubbed the back of his head while averting his eyes away from yours. You could tell by his facial expression and body language he didn’t want to.

You let out a shaky sigh, “It’s fine. I understand if you’re busy.”

“N-No it’s not that- it’s just…” He exhaled a long breath, “yeah, i’m busy.”

You thought back to that encounter for 14 days straight, constantly on loop. It stabbed at your mind and heart repeatedly. Over and over. Sure, if it was a one time thing you would be over it. But it wasn’t a one time thing. He’d always bail on you and cover it up with some shitty lie.

One time he told you he was hanging out with bakugo and kirishima, a boys night. You completely understood and didn’t pry him any further. Later, you found out he had hung out with Jirou the entire night.

“(Y/N)? Aren’t you going to eat?”

You blinked a couple times before taking your eyes off of where Kaminari was sitting. You hadn’t even noticed he left. Your tray had an apple in the main compartment, untouched.

“I’m full,” you stood up from your chair, “see ya Yaomomo. I’m gonna go to my dorm.”

“Wait! But what about afternoon classes?”

You grabbed your tray and tossed your apple in the garbage while you placed your empty tray in the pile of others, “Tell Aizawa i’m sick.”

You’d been skipping afternoon classes for a couple days now. You didn’t feel like going. Not when you had so many thoughts on your mind.

When you got inside of your dorm, you stared at yourself in your mirror. You felt ugly and disgusted with yourself. Looking at yourself made you think of all the times Kaminari looked at you. Did he really see everything you were looking at?

You felt your throat close up and your eyes began to water.

Instead of looking at yourself more, you changed into more comfortable clothes and took a nap to try and escape your thoughts. Sleeping always made you feel somewhat better.

When you woke up, you checked your phone first. It had a couple of messages from your friends and notifications from other apps. Yaomomo sent you pictures of everything your class did in the afternoon. You shot her a thank you text and turned off your phone.

You ran a hand through your hair as you let out a sigh. Your stomach began to grumble, so you got up and slid on your slippers. Before leaving your dorm, you caught a glimpse of your body in your mirror again. Your hair was slightly disheveled, so you put it in a messy low bun.

You grabbed your P.E. jacket before leaving and put it on.

When the elevator doors opened to the main floor it was empty and dark. You didn’t expect anyone to be in there since it was late at night. Except, when you walked more towards the seating area, you saw Kaminari slouched on the couch with a cup of water clutched in his hand. You took in a sharp gasp and stopped in your tracks.

Kaminari turned his head, “…(Y/N)?”

Your heart stung and you could feel your breath become uneven.

“What’re you doing up so late? And why haven’t you been coming to the afternoon classes?” Kaminari usual always had a laid back or goofy expression, so seeing him have such a concerning look on his face hit you deeply.

“I- I’m sorry, I didn’t know you’d be down here. I can go back to my dorm.” You stared down at your feet and picked at your finger nails to avoid looking at him.

“No! You’re fine. Is everything okay?”

Your eyes shot up towards his. You wanted to yell at him and tell him no, everything wasn’t okay. You wanted to scream at him and ask him why he had been treating you the way he was. But you didn’t. You didn’t because when your eyes met each other you could tell he was hurting too. He had slight eye bags under his eyes and he looked drained.

“Am I making you feel sick?” Your voice slightly cracked as you spoke. Tears began to form in the corners of your eyes.

Kaminaris eye brows rose, your words hurt him. “What? Of course not!” He stared at you and took you in. All of you. The way your body was skinnier than usual, how your eyes weren’t as bright as they normally were, everything. He could read you like a book.

Despite that, you still looked beautiful in his eyes. The way you shined in the moonlight had his heart racing.

“Then why…” You pause, trying your best to hold in your tears. “Why, Kaminari?”

He swallowed a lump in his throat.

No reply.

You could feel your heart shatter into pieces.

Before you could turn your back to walk away, he got up and walked towards you. He stood only a couple of centimeters away. You could feel your chest tightening as you stared up at him. He looked down at you with such a yearning expression.

Kaminari took a step closer and brought you into a tight hug, cradling his head into the gap between your neck and shoulder.

You stood still, trying to comprehend what was happening. What broke you out of your trance was when you could feel him begin to shake against you.

He began to cry.

The goofy, light hearted Kaminari you knew wasn’t the one hugging you right now.

“I’m so sorry. For everything, (Y/N). You have no idea how many times i’ve wanted to apologize to you and express how I truly felt.” He sniffled, as he backed away from you, keeping his hands on your shoulders. “And yes, I know. I should’ve just said this from the beginning instead of ignoring you and stupidly trying to replace you with Jirou, which, by the way, didn’t work clearly.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “What’re you talking about Kaminari?”

He blinked a couple of times before replying, “Oh, right.” He let go of you and took in a deep breath. “(Y/N), I really like you. I can’t ever get you off my mind. I love your hair, the way you smile, and how you can always make me laugh. I love everything about you. I’m sorry I never told you. I was too scared you’d reject me and it’d fuck up our awesome friendship, so I kept it to myself and tried to focus on someone else.”

“Kaminari-”

“Wait, i’m not done.” He held up his pointer finger, “I know you probably hate me now, and I understand. I’d hate me too if I was treated the way I treated you. I wake up everyday regretting what i’ve done. And I know my words won’t heal what I did but-”

“Just shut up and kiss me dude.”

Your words shock you both, but you really did want him to kiss you. You heard enough of what he had to say.

“K-Kiss you?”

“Yes.”

“You’re not mad at me?”

“We’ll talk later. About everything. Right now, I just want you to kiss me.”

He didn’t hesitate to close the gap between you two, grabbing your hips to pull you in closer. You smiled into the kiss as you adjusted your head for a better angle.

The kiss was filled with passion, hunger, and a slight hint anger. When the two of you pulled away, breathless, he smiled. His eyes were beaming and filled with happiness, and so were yours.

For the first time in two weeks, you felt a weight lifted off your shoulders.

Shoto Todoroki

Becoming friends with Todoroki was an interesting experience. Not only was it difficult, but it was fun. You found an interest in him. For one, he was unbelievably attractive and strong, but was kind. He didn’t show it in school the first couple of weeks, but once he warmed up, he was a total sweetheart.

One day, Kirishima took everyone out to ice cream when your class first move into the dorms. You were the last in line to choose what you wanted, Todoroki was in front of you. After you got what you wanted, you sneezed and accidentally dropped your cone in the process. You were sad about it, but you didn’t say anything and decided to not tell Kirishima about it to save him money.

When you were walking with your friends back to the dorms, Todoroki handed you a replacement for your dropped cone.

“I got you another ice cream.” He handed you an ice cream cone with two scoops of your favorite flavor, “I saw you dropped it before you had the chance to eat it.”

You gasped as you took the cone from him, “Thank you so much Todoroki! You totally didn’t have to. How much was it? I can pay you back.”

He held his hand up and shook his head with a smile, “It’s fine.”

After that day, you hand a huge crush on him. Not only did he buy you an ice cream, but he continued the small kind gestures. He’d gift you your favorite candy from time to time, always telling you it was ‘just a small gift’. Of course, you’d return the action with something he really liked.

Going out to eat soba.

You started to realize how bad of a crush you had on him when you couldn’t even function properly near him. He was in line next to you for lunch? You went to the back of the line. An invite to train before going to bed? You’d pass. Studying together for a test? Yaoyorozu seemed like the better option.

If he had asked any of those questions in the beginning of your friendship, you wouldn’t hesitate to agree! But now, it was a different story.

Hello, up for some training today? 🙂 (6:00a.m.)

No thanks i’m soo tired

You stared at your screen for a while as you sighed. You hated lying to him. You’d been bailing on him for the past two weeks now. When you’d see him in class you’d try your best to make it seem like you were busy, but he’d always greet you. It didn’t help he said right next to you.

“Good morning (Y/N).” He gave you a quick smile as he sat down.

You sucked in a quick sharp breath, “Morning.”

“Is something wrong? Your face is flushed.”

‘Oh god.’ You waved him off, “I’m fine, i’m just trying to revise my notes, okay?” Your tone was slightly harsh, more harsh than you intended.

Todoroki blinked a couple times before nodding, “Sorry…”

When you saw him turn to his notes in your peripheral vision, you turned to look at him. He seemed sad. Were you being to mean?

Aizawa came into class and started to take attendance. Your mind was racing with thoughts throughout the entire class time. Should you just tell him how you feel and get it off your chest? Or take the easy way out and continue to ignore him.

The easy way seemed like the better option.

You couldn’t believe you were doing this to him.

Even with you being dry with him and avoiding him as much as possible, he continued to give you your weekly bag of candy.

“Thanks, Sho…” You took the bag and held it at your side as you stared at the ground. “Hey, how about we get some soba? My treat.”

Todorokis eyes lit up, “That sounds good.”

While you ate your soba, you felt your heart thumping out of your chest. You hated how nervous you were around him. You wished it could be how it was when you first met him. You were more comfortable and free.

There was nothing wrong with having a crush on him, you just wished you didnt. In your eyes, Todoroki was a very neat and well preserved person who kept to himself. You didn’t believe he’d even think about dating a person.

“(Y/N), can I ask you something?”

You clutched your chopsticks, “Y-Yeah?” ‘Fuck.’

“How come you’ve been acting so distant? Have I don’t anything to upset you?”

Todoroki had a sad expression. He barely touched his soba.

“Distant?” You nervously laugh, “I haven’t been distant, and you haven’t don’t anything wrong, don’t worry.”

He clutched his chopsticks for a moment before releasing his grip. His eyes lowered and you could see a frown form on his lips.

You couldn’t take the tension anymore.

“I’m gonna head back to the dorms, goodnight sho.” You quickly got up and left money on the table to pay for both your meals.

“Wait! (Y/N)-”

You didn’t wait for him. You couldn’t.

It wasn’t until you were a couple of steps away from the store that you felt someone grab your arm, gently. You whipped your head around and relaxed slightly once you saw who it was.

Todoroki gripped your arm gently before releasing it. His eyes widened in shock as he realized what he’d done. He didn’t mean to grab you like that.

You could tell from the look on his face that he was beginning to panic. Todoroki told you about his father and what he did to him when he was younger. He always told you how much he hated his father and how he never wanted to be like him.

“I-I’m so sorry, (Y/N). I didn’t mean to grab you like that.” He stared down at the ground as he clenched his fists on his sides.

You furrowed your eyebrows and took a step closer to him, reaching your hand out to rest it on his shoulder, “You’re fine Sho, relax.”

He relaxed his body and took in a deep breath, “Please be truthful when I say this,”

‘Oh no..’

“Am I the problem?”

“Todoroki…”

“H-Have I upset you in any way? I’m sorry if I have. I didn’t mean it. I promise.”

You’d never seen him like this. Todoroki never stumbled over his words or broke down like this. It was both scary and sad at the same time.

“Am I making you feel sick?”

Now, his eyes were looking down into yours. He was crying. Your hand dropped from his shoulder as you looked up at him in shock.

“No,” you brought him into a hug, wrapping your arms tightly around his torso, “you could never make me feel sick sho. Don’t ever say that again.”

He hesitated before hugging you back, sniffling as he rested his head atop of yours.

“I like you Todoroki, more than you can imagine. I’m sorry for avoiding you and acting the way I did. I should’ve told you from the very beginning.” Your heart was beating out of your chest and your words were spilling out of your mouth like an overflowing sink. “Please don’t be sad.”

“Thank you for telling me (Y/N), I understand now.” He pulled back to look at your face.

You stared up at him, trying to read his expression.

“I like you too.”

All the stress and anxiety left your body when you heard him say that. You never would’ve guessed he’d return the same feelings.

“Y-You do?”

“Yes, I’m sorry I never told you.”

You shook your head and rested your head on his chest, hugging him again, “Don’t apologize. I’m the only one that needs to do that.”

It was a cold night. A cold night you never would’ve guessed would turn into you hugging Todoroki in front of his favorite soba place.

You felt his hand come up to cup your jaw, gently tilting your head up towards him. There was silence between the two of you, but you could tell what he wanted, and you wanted it too.

His lips were warm against yours, perfectly molded. Your hands clenched into his uniform jacket as he deepened the kiss. He so desperately wanted to do this. He wanted you to be his.

He pulled away, and you took this as your change to catch your breath. He smiled and gave you a quick peck before resting his forehead on yours, “Will you be my girlfriend?”

•••

a/n; if there’s any errors, pretend they aren’t there okay?

[arabellavernierwrites]

doctor’s orders. s.r.

summary : you return home to find your boyfriend sick on the couch , you’re more than happy to take care of him.

word count : 796

warnings : mentions of illness

a/n : hello ! so wonderful to see you again. thank you so much for all of the incredible support you all have been continuing to show me. as a writer , each and every single read means so much to me. hearing what some of you have to say about my work genuinely has me over the moon. i have been thinking a lot about what i want to write next , so if you have any ideas of requests , please send them ! my ask as well as messages are open for anyone who wants me to write anything for you ! it would make me so happy to do so. again, thank you so much for the continued support. have an incredible , amazing , wonderful day ! love you all !

you had arrived home from the grocery store earlier than anticipated. on your rare day off, you decided to catch up on some much-needed housework. restock the fridge, fix the sink’s squeaky handle, and clean every square inch of the place.

an armful of bleach, lysol, and mr clean awaited you. as lame as it sounded, these were the kinds of days that you looked forward to. clean house, clean mind, you always said.

you unlocked the front door, teetering bags of groceries in hand. you nearly tripped over your boyfriend’s giant shoes in the doorway. you frowned, puzzled. spencer must’ve been home early as well.

“spencer?” you called out, setting your gathering of groceries on the kitchen counter.

“hi,” a small voice called out from the couch.

everything he had brought to work that day was now strewn across the living room and kitchen. his shoes, sweater, and satchel littered the floor. his badge and gun were tossed on the coffee table, and his body was lazily thrown on the cushions beneath him. he was a mess. which for spencer reid, was out of character.

“you’re home early,” you smiled, kicking your shoes off as you approached him.

“it was hotch, he sent me home. i don’t feel very well,” he complained, rolling his head in your direction.

you kneeled next to him, gently brushing his hair out of his face, “poor thing, your head is warm”.

“my body aches,” he scrunched his eyebrows together, something he often does when experiencing discomfort.

“well, let’s get you out of those clothes and into bed. you need sleep,” you stood up, reaching out to pull him off the couch.

“i can do it, i don’t want you to get sick too,” he groaned, letting you handle most of the lifting.

“dr reid clocked out when you left work, i’m the doctor now. and you need to get your ass in bed. doctor’s orders,” you ordered, wrapping an arm around his waist and helping him to the bedroom.

spencer leaned heavily on you “yes ma’am”.

you sat him on the edge of the mattress, filing through the stacks of folded clothing in his drawers. after sorting through his organized wardrobe, you picked out a t-shirt and pair of pajama pants for him to put on. unsure of whether or not he needed assistance, you let him begin to dress himself.

standing with slightly wobbly legs, he winced as he slowly slid his clothes off.

“you’re sure you didn’t get hit by a bus on the way to work?” you asked, observing his unsteady movements.

“it feels like i did,” he responded, pulling the on pajama pants you picked for him.

he was doing well, but started noticeably slumping over from the effort it took to change out of his professional attire.

“are you hungry? i just went to the store,” you asked, grabbing his shirt from the bed, “sit down”.

“not yet, i think i need to lie down first,” he reached out, placing a hand on the side of your thigh, “thank you”.

despite making an effort to not let anyone know, spencer adored being cared for. he loved when you combed his hair or shaved his face, or applied little dots of moisturizer to his face when getting ready for bed. whatever it was, he treasured you looking after him.

you put his shirt over his head, raising his arms through each hole, “i’ll make you some soup whenever you’re ready”.

spencer stood up as you pulled the comforter down. he climbed in and groaned, trying to make himself comfortable.

after moving around a bit, he finally settled.

you gently pushed his hair from his eyes, your hand settling on his cheek, “get some sleep. i’ll be putting groceries away”.

he nodded and you kissed him on the head before you left.

hours had passed.

spencer passed out quickly, hardly even tossing and turning as he slept. organizing everything from the store, cleaning most of the house, and watching a movie had kept you occupied for a while. the second movie of the night was playing as you stretched yourself out on the couch.

the sound of the bedroom door creaking open caught your attention. you turned your head to see spencer emerging from the doorway.

“can i join you?” he asked, standing off to the side of the television.

“come here, baby,” you opened your arms to gather him.

he lied down between your legs, softly resting his head on your lap as he wrapped his long arms around your torso.

kneading your fingers through his hair, you stopped to set your hands between his shoulder blades, “i thought you didn’t want to get me sick”.

you felt him smile against your leg, “doctor’s orders”.

[endless-summer-soldier]

dr. feelgood - chapter two

pairing: Surgeon!Bucky x SurgicalIntern!Reader

summary: Y/N has a one night stand with a handsome stranger the night before starting her new job as a surgical intern. Little does she know, the handsome stranger also happens to be her new boss

a/n: the response to this fic has been so unexpected and it's honestly amazing! thank you all so much for reading. a lot of this series is based on grey’s anatomy but I’m putting my own spin on it! all the positive feedback is motivating me to write more often so I’m going to try to post new chapters on a somewhat weekly schedule.  

warnings: must be 18+, drinking, some surgery descriptions, smut, self-pleasure, praise kink, very minor character death, unprotected sex, rough sex

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I had to drag myself out of bed the next morning. I was dreading going to the hospital. Mainly because I was nervous to see the hot doctor I’d accidentally slept with. I didn’t know what to say to him. I wasn’t sure if we should talk about it or just pretend like it never happened. And he was so damn coy it was difficult to tell what he was thinking.

Once we were changed into scrubs, we met with Palmer to go through rounds. As we visited each patient, our knowledge was tested on their diagnoses and treatment plans. Palmer would assign an intern to each of the cases to assist with patient treatment and potential surgeries. Once rounds were finished, I was the last intern left and I eyed Palmer inquisitively.

“Y/L/N, you will be working with Dr. Barnes today.”

I felt nervous butterflies in my stomach, “Oh, I just thought I’d be working with one of these patients,” I said, trying to get out of it.

“Nope, Barnes specifically requested you. He’s down in the pit.”

“Got it,” I replied. I trudged to the elevator that would take me down to the ER, wondering how I was going to handle this.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, nurses were scrambling, prepping beds and trauma rooms. 

“There’s my intern!” I heard from across the way. “Good morning Y/L/N,” he said, calling me by my last name. While this was common in the medical field, it felt oddly chummy coming from him. 

“Hi Dr. Barnes. What do we have today?” I faked a smile.

“Collision in a bicycle race, multiple injuries, a few pretty serious. The ambulance is on the way. Put on one of those gowns and follow me.” I took a yellow disposable gown and donned it over my scrubs, along with a set of surgical gloves. Then I followed Bucky to the back entrance of the ER where the ambulances would arrive.

The two of us stood there for a moment in silence, listening for the wail of sirens that were sure to arrive any minute. There was a chill in the air which gave me shivers and ultimately put me on edge. I wasn’t good with uncomfortable silence, but I bit my tongue, determined not to give in first.

I lost that imaginary contest.

“Why did you lie to me?” I asked, turning toward him.

“I didn’t lie to you.”

“You told me your name was Bucky.”

“My name is Bucky. It’s what all my friends call me. It’s a nickname from when I was growing up.”

“Then why hasn’t anyone here called you Bucky.”

He sighed, “James is more professional so it's what I use at work. Think about it, who would want a surgeon named Bucky operating on them.”

I considered his point for a moment and realized I believed him. Before I could retort he added, “You weren’t exactly honest with me. You never said you were a doctor.”

I immediately became defensive, “I was just looking for a hookup, not someone to spend the rest of my life with.”

“Oh that was very clear when you hit on me.”

My jaw dropped, “The way I remember it, you hit on me.”

“Mmm…you’re probably right. I do have a thing for gorgeous women drinking tequila by themselves.”

I ran my tongue across my teeth in an attempt to fight the smile that was attempting to spread across my face.

“Okay, you know what, I’m pretending like that night never happened. We are starting fresh today. I am your intern and that’s it. No more flirting with me.”

“Whatever you say, Y/L/N,” he said, flashing me that irresistible smile. I shifted my attention away from his handsome face as the sound of sirens came into earshot.

The gurneys flowed in with injuries ranging from concussions to flesh wounds. I quickly made a move for one of the cases that I guessed to be surgical. The patient was an attractive male in his early thirties. He had three bicycle spokes poking out of his abdomen but was speaking perfectly normally.

“What happened here?” I asked him, inspecting the wounds.

“Just another day in the life,” he replied.

I chuckled, “You make it a habit of ending up in the ER?”

“It’s the best way to meet hot doctors,” he flirted. I stopped my inspection to stare at him, finding myself oddly charmed.

“What’s your name?” I said, pulling out a clipboard to fill out some paperwork.

“Quentin Beck.”

“Well Quentin Beck, I’m going to remove these spokes and stitch up your abdomen. Then I recommend we send you to CT just to ensure there isn’t any additional damage.”

“Ooh I don’t know about that. I’ve gotta get out of here.”

“Leaving so soon?” I joked.

“Can’t miss the big afterparty. I’ll see you there right?”

“You wish,” I applied a numbing agent to his wounds before carefully removing the spokes. I pulled off his shirt and started working on his sutures. Quentin kept trying to talk and I continued to shush him, focusing on tending to his wounds.

“You really should go to CT,” I said as I finished stitching him up and admired my work.

“No can do darling. My presence is expected elsewhere.”

I shook my head in disapproval, “Well I’m going to need you to sign a form that says you’re leaving against medical advice.”

“I will sign anything you ask me to.” I handed him a clipboard and showed him where to sign. He scribbled his signature, handed the clipboard back to me and stood up to leave the room. Then he doubled back and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulled me towards him, and kissed me, taking me completely by surprise.

When he pulled away he said, “That was for good luck.” Then he turned and walked out of the room, leaving for the hospital.

At that moment, I looked through the blinds and saw Bucky standing there, having witnessed the entire exchange. He had a surprised yet smug expression on his face

“Did you just make out with a patient?” he asked, leaning on the door jamb.

I had no words for what had just happened. “He just…kissed me…” I eventually managed.

“So that’s your type, huh?”

“I don’t have a type.”

“No? You don’t like world class doctors with irresistible charm?”

“Are you jealous?” I teased.

“Maybe I am,” he added with a smile. “But I could really use your help with a patient.” 

“Of course,” I followed him out of the room and tried to shift my focus back to work. One of the patients was having difficulty breathing and needed to be intubated.

“Have you done this before?” he asked me.

“Not on a real patient,” I replied.

He smiled, “We’re going to change that.” He instructed me to get in position towards the patient's head. He handed me the necessary equipment and talked me through it. I felt my nerves increasing, not sure if I was ready to do this. 

He seemed to pick up on this because then he said, “Hey, don’t panic. You can do this. I’ll be right here if you need help.” I nodded and took a deep breath, focusing on what he instructed. I had to make sure I inserted the tube into the trachea and not the esophagus. I angled the device to where Bucky had described and carefully fed the tube downwards. I looked toward him for confirmation I had done it correctly.

“Now place your hand on his chest and see if air is filling the lungs.” I did as he instructed and felt the gentle inflation of the patient’s chest.

“Yeah, I think I can feel it.” He placed his hand next to mine, overlapping ever so slightly to confirm the intubation had been successful.

He nodded and smiled at me, “Yeah you got it. Great job Dr. Y/L/N.” I couldn’t hide the smile spreading across my face and the rush that was hitting me. This was the feeling I’d been chasing for the past few years. This was why I wanted to become a surgeon.

I watched as Bucky continued his examination to determine what the patient needed. He appeared to have a few external injuries but nothing that major.

“His abdomen is swollen, so he might have some internal injuries. Y/L/N, can you take him down to CT.”

“Absolutely,” I replied. And just like that Bucky was gone, off to the next patient. I wheeled down the John Doe we just intubated to get his scans.

Once the CT was complete, I held up his scans to study them. There was severe internal bleeding in the abdomen that would likely require surgery. I paged Bucky, knowing he would need to make the ultimate call.

It didn’t take him long to answer the page. I had the scans displayed against the backlights and was studying them. He walked into the room and said, “What do you see?”

“Internal bleeding.”

“It looks like it’s coming from the kidneys. We need to get in there, stat. Book an OR.”

“Got it,” I replied, leaving the room to complete my task.

“Oh and Y/L/N? Great work today. I’ll see you in the OR.”

“I’m scrubbing in?” I asked, astounded.

He nodded with his signature smile, “You’re scrubbing in.”

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New Girl in Town Part 3

Rafe Cameron x F! Reader

a/n: Hello, everybody, so this is my first time making an authors' note. I want to place one on this one since I’m new to posting, and also, this chapter took me two days to write, considering I did try to go in and add more depth to my characters. I want my reader (aka you) to have a broader sense of the world. As you can tell, she knows a lot about stuff most people don’t learn, has been to places many of us haven’t had the opportunity to visit and has experienced things I can only hope as a writer is not something you have experienced. But for the margin of you who have experienced any of these warnings below, If you need any resources, please reach out. I will work on putting resources on my account later on or anyone to talk to; my messages are always open to you all as readers of my work. Feel free to ask me questions, give me criticism, or suggest things to the story. I want to continue this for as long as you enjoy it. Thank you for supporting my work, and I hope you enjoy the new chapter

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Summary: Rafe accepts the request from your father to fill your place at the clothes drive. When he gets there, he bumps into an unlikely but friendly face, your brother Jason. During the setup for the event, Rafe gets the chance to talk to your brother and find out more about you. What if he finds out your story goes deeper than he thought? Also, what will he do when he discovers more information about your friend who mysteriously pops into town

Warning: Grief of losing family and loved ones, fears of self-harm, peer pressure, allowing someone to binge drink, mentions of potential assault, swearing, self-doubt

As Rafe pulls up to the front of the country club, he parks and throws his bike helmet off immediately. He hurriedly starts walking, hand ghosting over his pockets, double checking for his wallet, keys, and phone and that they’re all still with him. As Rafe walks to the front, his palms are getting sweaty. Rafe never gets nervous. Usually, he’s the one controlling the situation, but with you, your family, it is so different it’s like you will slip out of his fingers the moment you make contact, like handfuls of sand slipping through every time you pick it up.

Rafe stops looking into the country club one last time, taking a deep breath. Rafe has never felt as though he deserves good things. Ward has always rewarded Sarah; the town continuously believes he’s either causing trouble or breaking someone’s daughter's heart; he’s aggressive, psychotic, and a loose cannon when it comes to you, you’re like a ghost to him; no matter where he goes, the image of you haunts him. He wants one thing to go well, one thing to go his way this time, and that’s the things with you.

Straighten up, he clears his throat and runs a hand through his hair as he begins the walk back into the country club; his phone pings with a message. He quickly pulls out his phone while still making his way inside

Unknown number: Thank you so much again, Rafe! I don’t know what I’d do without you, and I owe you one! 🫡💕

Rafe: you can always count on me, angel, always. Also, I’ll never turn down a good favor 😉

He watches as three bubbles appear like you’re about to answer when he runs smack into someone, sending him flying back and stumbling a bit; this has Rafe looking up, starting to say, “Watch where—“ and he cuts himself off because standing in front of him smiling from ear to ear is Jason holding a box of clothes while some still laid on the ground from the collision.

“Rafe, right? he says, smiling with a chuckle. “Seems like I can’t escape you, man if I’m hearing about you or seeing you, I'm nearly trying to knock you on your ass,” he leans down, picking up a shirt from the ground. “Are you here to help with the clothes drive?” Your brother turns to look at him, eyes big and bright like yours are but also kind in a way that makes Rafe want to spill his guts to the guy and tell him his life story; your brother has a soft smirk on his face, not one that is intimidating or meant to be mischievous but one that shows humility like he knows it’s not how Rafe would prefer to spend a random Thursday in June.

They were finally coming to full height, looking at each other. Jason looked to Rafe like an old friend waiting for him to tell them all the things they’d missed in the years past. Smile lines prominently shown on his cheeks, and his eyes creased on the corner just like your whole family has; it made Rafe wonder how often you all smiled to have such prominent and similar facial marks that show happiness and this aura that looks like the dude is being basked in the sun in the middle of a June evening in Kilandre.

Rafe, who at this point has bent down to pick up the last shirt to return to the box, having tucked his phone in his pocket, long forgotten is your response left unread and unanswered.

Rafe decides it’s now or never; he has to play some moves right for a bit, with no snarky attitude or outbursts; he must get this right with your family and you. Show them just how much of a lovely gentleman he can be.

Smiling back and placing the shirt in the box, he looks up to meet your brother's eye, channeling the irritation and pent-up anger from earlier into charm and charisma; both aren’t so far from each other; all depends on lines and delivery.

“ I am here to help. I was not expecting it, but I’m happy to be here. Also, don’t worry about bumping into me. I should have watched where I was going.” Smiling and shaking his head, he motioned with his head inside. “Well, get in there, man. Moms about to give out-groups.” walking down the steps and to your blue Jeep of all things, he turns back to Rafe, calling out, “Also, you’ll have to try and nab us a spot with some of the girls, few in there are our age and they are pretty girls,” you brother says with an awarding smile on his face and wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, spinning on heels jogging over to the back of your Jeep.

Rafe shakes his head, looking down, knowing there isn’t a single girl in the whole country club, hell, on the entire island, perhaps even this planet that compares to you. All the more, he’ll help your brother out. What better way to get close than becoming your brother's best friend? A smirk evolves on his face now that right there is a plan and a good one.

Rafe walks through the entrance down the hall to the ballroom area where they usually hold parties and events; there are tons of different Kooks from Figure 8 here to help; he sees a few of the women Rose gossips with after pilates on Wednesdays, a few of the single kook dads who you can tell their sole purpose of helping was your mother who they are ogling, as well as a few of the islands Kook kids Sarah and Topper stand near Ally and Kayla two girls they all went to school with and a boy who he can’t see with his back to Rafe.

Scanning the room more, Kiara is sitting crisscross on the ground, folding baby clothes and watching as your mom describes the night Kiara’s parents are seated at a table behind your mom, quietly talking and writing on papers. Suddenly, Rafes broke from his search of the crowd as your mom's voice rang in his ears, making a beeline for him. “Rafe, you came?” she said this with so much joy, not like she expected him to fail or disappoint her; then, before he knew it, she was wrapping her arms around Rafe's large frame, his arms limp at his sides, patting her back where he could reach but smiling and laying his head on your moms saying “Of course, I’m here Andy, where do you need me I’m ready to help however I can.”

Your mom pulls back, showing her glittering smile, stilling, holding Rafe by the shoulders and gently reaching up to pat his cheek. “You are a good boy, Rafe.” she moves her hand, turning him to look at the crowd. “your sister, I believe she is here. You can stand with her. I’ll put you in a good group, don’t you worry,” she gives Rafe a wink and chuckles, walking off back to the table where Kiara’s parents sit and kneeling in front of the table, looking at the papers they were writing on.

Once again, he eyes the crowd, scoffing when he watches a few of the single dads congregating and staring at your mom's behind, kneeling until one the guy he believes to be Mr. Chusing, who owns a law firm here in Kilandre. he watches as Mr.Chusing kneels right next to your mom and put his hand on her lower back. Your mom stands immediately and politely puts her ring finger on her chest, prominently showing the man her ring. Rafe smiles, shaking his head, knowing your family is a good set of people.

Rafe looks around again at the group standing with his sister; Sarah and Topper are focused on a guy who looks his age; he notices the guy talking animatedly, which makes everyone laugh. Sarah was laughing so hard she had to wipe tears from her eyes. He walks toward the group when he feels a hand on his shoulder. He turns to find your brother; he looks at him, and he shakes his head as if saying “No” and then shakes his head to the other side, where Kiara sits folding, and he follows him.

“Trust me, you do not even want to go over there, no matter how much fun they look like they are having; that kid is a rat,” Rafe frowns, looking over at the group again as he sits next to Jason, not too far from Kiara folding sock’s together.

He looks at the group, inspecting the boy; he is pretty tall around Rafe's height but not much muscle in his upper body, a thinner build, his hair is a sandy blonde color and curly, kind of like he just got a perm, he turns and sees the guys face he’s pretty tan with a set of perfect white teeth just like your family and even from here Rafe sits he sees the green of his eyes were like sea algae growing on his iris.

Rafe looks at your brother, who is already scowling in the boy's direction. “What did he do?” Jason harshly folds a pair of jeans, looking down on them, not meeting Rafe's eyes once. “He has no respect, loyalty, grace, love, compassion, empathy. I don’t know humanity,” shrugging his shoulders and slamming the pants in the box sitting next to him

Kiara looks up from the baby clothes she sits with, eyebrows arching at Jason. “You good?” she asks like she’s confused. Jason shakes his head, looking down at his hand, shaking and flexing his fingers a few times. Rafe and Kiara look at each other, and she stands to move closer and kneel by your brother. They look back down on the newly bright boy, who seems to be slowly withering in front of them.

“What’s up, bro?” Rafe reaches his hand over to your brother's shoulder with uncertainty; when he makes contact, Jason’s head drops down, hands coming to his face. “You know I was supposed to be with him- them. When they went out there, I was supposed to go with Luca and Cameron on that fishing trip, and I wasn’t because of a damn Stats test. I couldn’t break my honor roll; I couldn’t stop..” Jason’s words are muffled and broken off at the end because he’s looking down with his hands over his eyes, the energy to finally let go of what he’s been holding in dwindling before it’s even sparked.

Rafe knows immediately where this is going for them. He saw it on your face when he asked, and he’s seeing it all over again: a family that seems so picture perfect having a moment where it looks like the world shatters, but for just a moment, you’ll never let them see it too long, but why? Maybe it’s the same reason Rafe is known as the aggressor because of the sentiment he thinks of repeatedly when he’s alone; if people knew the truth, would they still like you? or would they hate it just as much as you do?

What broke Rafes thought was your brother looking up, eyes tinged pink with the welled tears created from the silence, and him looking at the boy across the room leaning into Sarah’s ear to whisper something that made Topper look like he was about to pop his lid. “I may hate myself every day for not being there with them. But I thank god every day for keeping me here and sending me home when Luca was pronounced dead every day to catch that sick son of a bitch over there” Rafe and Kiara both turn to look at Jason with a questioning look he can already feel anger bubbling within him knowing something happened.

“When my sister found out Luca was gone, she was a mess for weeks. Honestly, it would have been months if it weren’t for Luca’s best man, best mate since birth, Ethan; he spent every day with (F/N) and took her to the beach to be near Luca, the aquarium where they had their first date, it was great for months he was the only one who could get her to sleep and eat, but it all went downhill on the six month anniversary and a certain area that struck me as strange one not but basically there is this hiking trail in the neighborhood we lived in back in Malibu that goes up to the cliffs it’s gorgeous and super secluded it was only a place Luca knew and took (F/N)” Jason paused looking down grabbing more clothes to fold

“Cameron told me that that was Luca and (F/N)’s spot..” He trails off, not waiting to discuss this part, but it’s intentional for the story. On the other hand, Kiara gets it immediately, knowing this must be hard for him to talk about on a typical day, but more so for two boys; he called his family and is now gone. Rafe completely misses the hint and frowns at Kiara, giving her eyes like, ‘wtf.’ She looks at him and says, “Sorry for this, Jason, Rafe; it was the first place she was intimate with someone. Get it now.” Rafe's eyes go wide, and he feels his heart drop to the pit of his stomach, but the story can’t wait for him to recover

Jason looks up with the tiniest chuckle. “Don’t worry, dude, it took Cam a while to tell me, too. I played dumb. I didn’t want to know what it was my baby sister was up to in that way anyway; on the six-month anniversary of Luca and Cam's death (F/N), she was distraught; she still had hope he was coming home, but by nearly half a year without him, the light for her simmered out. Everyone was over at our house here and there all day, and nothing. None of her friends, our extended family, or even Luca’s mother could get her out to accept a plate. Eventually, we let her be; we didn’t want to overwhelm the hurt she felt already because none of us knew exactly what she felt.” he looked down, shaking his head. Rafe brings his hand back to his shoulder, squeezing it. At the same time, Kiara says, “ Jason, you don’t have to tell us if it’s something that makes you uncomfortable.” this makes the older boy in front of them shake his head more. “ no, I’ve kept this on my chest too long, and every time I bring it up, everybody else shuts it down cause he’s family in their eyes if he said nothing happened they believe him. I need somebody else to listen and hear me out.”

Kiara looks around to see if anyone has moved since the start of this conversation, and Rafe settles back, one eye on Jason, the other on this new kid he doesn’t like in his peripheral. Kiara turns to Jason, letting him know no one’s listening and he’s good, indicating they haven’t moved a muscle or a manicured nail yet. Jason clears his throat and says, “That night, by ten thirty, I had enough. I hadn’t seen my sister in over 24 hours at that point, and I was scared. They were special to me; I mean, Cameron was my best friend since I was born. I didn’t care if she wanted to scream at me or have me hold her and cry with her. I just wanted to see my sister was okay, so I snuck to her room and knocked slightly, opening the door to check on her, and when I opened the door, she was gone.” he looked down at his hand, ringing them together back and forth like a wet rag eventually he looks up like he saw a ghost in front of him “I’ve never been more scared in my life than running to her bed and feeling that her sheets were cold she hadn't been there for at least an hour.”

Kiara put her hands on his to stop him from rubbing his skin raw. “ immediately, I went to find my friends to see if there was anything; when I checked her location, she was at her spot, but what I couldn’t understand was why she would go someplace so desolate, so lonely by herself first I was screaming waking up my parents I thought she was doing something horrible until I thought a little deeper and the only person we didn’t see all day long who didn’t come to help the family as well as Ethan.”

At this point in the story, Rafe is already seething with anger thinking about you being taken somewhere so dangerous at such a late hour; Rafe turns to laughter looking at the boy, staring at the boy across the room with a vicious look, and Jason, scowling at the boy, for whom he feels so much anger as well. Kiara, in some act of comfort, holds Jason’s hand, rubbing her hand over his knuckles, trying to calm him down. Jason clears his throat once more. “When I got there, she was so drunk she couldn’t even tell me her name; she doesn’t remember that night. He swears up and down nothing happened, but it seems like ever since that day, he will not leave her alone. It’s like he believes what belonged to Luca now belongs to him, and I can’t take it; every time I see him, I want to kill him.”

Rafe turns for a moment to look at your brother's face for the first time since he met your family; he sees the slightest glimmer of darkness behind his eye, the same kind Rafe has; the same one so many people in this town warn others about with Rafe, and then just like the sun on a rainy day it’s there and gone before you believe you saw it. His eyes only showed the cloud of grief and hurt.

Rafe pats his back again and says, “You’re in the Outerbanks now, bro, and your sister is safe; the people out here, our people, we’ll have her back.” Kiara gives Rafe a look like you can’t be serious about telling this boy he can trust any kook; the only trustworthy people on this island were the pogues and, more specifically, her group of friends.

Like always, though, with rich boys, they band together, not even acknowledging the look on Kiara's face. Jason looks up and says, “Thank you, Rafe. I appreciate you hearing me out, and my sister was right about you, that’s for sure.” Rafe's eyes blow out, and his neck turns red as he shakes his head and says, “Your sister is something else.”

To further this thread of thoughts in Rafe's mind, he feels his phone ping twice and pulls it from his back pocket

(F/N)🌊💕: Angel huh? I like that one, and yes, Rafe, I now owe you A favor that means only one. Don’t think I’m out here doing favors for anyone!

sent at 6:15 pm

(F/N)🌊💕: We should hang out sometime, maybe catch some waves tomorrow??

sent at 7:00 pm

(F/N)🌊💕: I’m heading to bed; let me know :) Thank you again, and see you around Reef 🪸🐠

sent at 7:30

Scanning these messages, Rafe starts to type a response before he’s even finished reading but immediately deletes it, thinking it better to let you sleep since something made you sick. Turning to your brother and pondering just what did make you head out? He asks, “Hey, what ma—“ but before he could finish, your mom was calling groups

“Okay, everyone, we will split into groups to make distributions easy. Take a little of each kind of clothing, men to babies, with you. The spot I give you is where you will be sitting at a distribution table, which my wonderful daughter (F/N) and her friend Ethan helped set up.” Ethan smiled and waved around at the people who were looking for you “ (F/N) who is unfortunately very sick and has to raincheck on being here was the mind of this event, and she was overwhelmed and overjoyed of the community outreach here; it shouldn’t take us more than 45 minutes to get rid of these items and help some families in need.” Everyone starts to clap. Jason stands and lends a hand out to Kiara and helps her stand as Rafe stands and moves to make sure he has a good line of sight on the pretty boy with no manners.

Everything is muffled as he stands examining the boy who’s most likely 20 feet across the ballroom from him, trying to catch a slip of any kind and the fun demeanor he’s been portraying all evening. Still, he seems respectful and well-mannered. Rafe watches, knowing under the stone image of a nice guy is a monster clawing its way back out.

Rafe hearing his name is what diverts his attention. “Rafe, would you mind leading the last group?” he looks to your mother, smiling; he shakes his head, dying inside but smiling, saying, “Would be happy to Andy.” This being out, Rafe sees for the first time in the evening; the boys' eyes snap, and it is immediately like the pin pulled from a grenade getting ready to blow.

Rafe sees Ethan’s eye lock with his; you would think Rafe has lit his house on fire and spit in his face with the disgusting face he throws his way. Rafe stares back, the usual dark look in his eye, a smirk on his face, knowing now this kid knows the monster has met its match. Looking at Ethan but saying to your mother, “Where would you like us?”

Rafe is walking outside to your jeep with your brother in hot pursuit, with no emotions, as he carries boxes to be loaded in the back. His group comprises Jason, Kiara, Sarah, Topper, the girls, and the goon. They all agreed to take separate cars, Kayla and Ally with Kiara in her vehicle; Topper and Sarah were so kind as to offer to take Ethan, leaving Jason to drive Rafe in your jeep. As they loaded the back with their few boxes, Jason turned to Rafe with an almost incredulous look. “I know what I told you is a lot to believe—“ Rafe stops him by simply saying, “I see it; in his eyes, he’s done something, and he doesn’t like me 'cause she does.” They had an entire moment of understanding between the young men he had done something that night, and now they both knew, and they will know what happened eventually.

This has both boys rounding the car and hopping in. Jason turns on the car, but before turning off the country club driveway with his hand on the wheel, he turns to Rafe again. “Just don’t let him provoke you, bro; he can be complicated. I told you the kid likes to be a bit of—“ Rafe looks at him with literally no emotion on his face saying, “a bitch.”

Jason laughs, throwing his head back against the headrest for the first time since he greeted him; he sees brightness return to Jason’s face; he lays his head there a moment, laughter dying back slowly. He shakes his head, bringing it forward. “Ethan is a crude bastard, and he’s not afraid to say what he thinks even if it's stupid, but he also likes to pick a good fight.” This has Jason looking at Rafe dead in the eyes, more serious than he’s seen or heard anyone in your family this far.

He says, “Don’t let him provoke you.” Rafe frowns, but Jason looks at him like a kid whose parents picked him up during a fight at school, and they’re waiting for him to say what he knows and won’t. Rafe starts to get a little pissed. “What makes you think he’ll—“Jason eyes him again, turning to drive as Rafe sits back silently for a moment. “I won’t. I’m here for her, and she wouldn’t, so I won’t,” Jason chuckles. “She’s got you wrapped around her finger already, huh? Yeah, she has that effect.”

Jason smiles, looking forward to driving them to the Heywards Shop to set up a pickup for clothes. Rafe stares out the window, watching the yellow streetlights mix with the blue-green hue of the evening sky and looking out at the hint of the stars he can see shining in the night sky. He thinks of you and how fast his heart beats when you smile and how warm he feels when you are next to him. You make him feel and think so differently in a way that makes him want to explore and experience things as you do; he wants to see things from a positive and enthusiastic perspective.

Against his better judgment, he pulls his phone from his pocket and pulls up the contact he’s already saved for you and the messages you’ve already shared.

Rafe: I'd take any favors you’d give, and also, I’d love for you to tell me where, and I’ll be there; sweet dreams, angel. ❤️

All rights belong to the owners of Netflix and the Outer Banks. I do not own any characters except OC characters. The fiction is simply for fun. All copyrights belong to the original owners.

[saintobio]

hello, i don’t really have any theories other than hoping akemi is just there to apologize and maybe explain to yn about the cancer and why satoru was with her a lot😭 other than that i just wanted to say i think you’re an amazing writer and i always look forward to reading the fics you post. thank you for still trying to write these things for us even when you’re busy with life :) i appreciate you and i’m excited (terrified) to see how the next chapter for sy goes :)

thank you so much for reading my fics, that means a lot more than you know 🫶🏻 indeed, let’s hope that’s what akemi’s going for bcos things are gonna get real messy if not :’))

@coleisyn said

hi saint! Sorry this is not an ask but BUT BUT BUT IF SAINT CAN MAKE A HAPPY RNDING FOR THEIR REMEMBER FOREVER FIC ( a super cool kags fic) i know a happy ending for SY is possible ❗❗❗🙏🏻 (coping) THANK YOU FOR ALL THE FOOD YOU'VE BEEN FEEDING US SAINT!

have u been here since rf? omg it’s rare but i always wonder if anyone who’s known me since rf are still here lurking :’) but then again, i’m the same person who wrote wastelands and blank canvas, so those type of endings are not far-fetched either sdjsjs

@joemama-2 said

i think after reading the last chapter i might cry 🥹🥹 this fic has been thru so much and u even more but i’m so glad u stayed strong and resilient

honestly i’d probably cry when this series ends. i did go through so much writing it but aaaah at last the ending is near and the characters will finally be able to rest from all the drama!! thank you for supporting and reading every chapter despite the very slow updates though 🥹 i’m always very grateful to each and every one of u <3

@bibemiiu said

Hi Saint, I can't believe I caught your ask box open, I'm fangirling so hard rn. I just wanted to tell you how awesome you are and thank you for your work ❤️ Hope you take care of yourself and drink a lot of water, Kiss you💋

hii lovely, is it ur fist time sending an ask? 🥹 so sorry i keep closing it, but thanks very much for sending in ur message. i appreciate ur support !! and pls do take care as well <33

[anti-katsuki-lounge]

Writing Redemption in Your Fanfics

If you’ve followed either of my blogs, you’d know that I despise Katsuki’s “redemption story”. It’s poorly written and poorly paced.

Sadly, canon isn’t the only place where an attempt at a redemption story is botched. Fanfiction sometimes has equally worse takes on how his redemption story should go.

I wanna talk about one fic in particular. I’m not going to name it, but y’all can probably guess what fanfic I’m talking about because it’s a very famous one.

The fic has one of the most promising starts to a “Katsuki faces consequences” fic: Izuku decides to abandon Katsuki during the Final Exam, and after his teachers show disappointment in him, he snaps, tells them how they’ve failed him, and calls Katsuki a villain. Izuku mentions how he wants to leave U.A, Nezu asks for a second chance, and Izuku accepts.

Sadly, the ball’s immediately dropped upon reaching the second chapter. Katsuki received no consequences other than counseling (which again isn’t a consequence) and without any buildup they have him apologize to Izuku. Furthermore, they start shifting the blame away from Katsuki to his mother for “abusing him”. This I’m shaky about. On one hand, exploring why someone is the way they are can make for some great character writing. On the other hand, the way it’s done here is that it completely changes one character to make the other look better. I’m all for changing a character’s backstory but these fics try to be character studies and when you’re doing a character study you can’t suddenly change one character to make another look sympathetic. Finally, the fic villainizes any character who doesn’t immediately forgive Katsuki. The main example here is Ochako who refuses to let Katsuki anywhere near Izuku. This right here bothers me. Just because Katsuki’s reforming doesn’t mean anyone’s obligated to give him a chance, especially when they’re an abuser of Katsuki’s caliber. You can recognize someone is changing/has changed while also not forgiving them. Demonizing Ochako for not forgiving Katsuki and for protecting her friend sends a terrible message to readers. No one is obligated to forgive Katsuki.

Now I wanna turn my attention to a fic called Confession by Scandinavian Sensation over on Fanfiction.net. If there’s any fic that shows a good Katsuki redemption it’s this one. It starts off with some of 1-A witnessing Izuku having nightmares during a sleepover. Soon after, due to Izuku mumbling in his sleep, they learn Katsuki bullied Izuku. The consequences are swift with the entire class shunning him. Katsuki’s forced to go to counseling, but it’s not treated as a punishment. It is a requirement for him to stay in the Hero Course, but a requirement is different than a punishment. Izuku’s confused as to why no one’s hanging out with Katsuki and feels bad about it. He tries getting Ejiro to go back to being Katsuki’s friend, but Ejiro hits him with a fantastic question: “why did he do it?” As this is going on, Katsuki’s being forced to confront his ego, temper, and past actions while also asking himself the question “why did he do it?” The fic ends with a beautiful rewrite of Kacchan vs Deku 2, where Katsuki desperately tries grappling with the question, is consumed by guilt, and tries to apologize to Izuku. Unlike the first fic, this one doesn’t involve demonizing other characters to make Katsuki look sympathetic, especially since it treats 1-A shunning Katsuki as something they’re allowed to do. This fic dishes out great consequences for his behavior and treats therapy as a means of him coming to terms with his own actions. Finally, it deconstructs Katsuki’s and Izuku’s characters while offering comfort to Izuku and opening the way to a possible redemption arc for Katsuki that feels organic and earned. It’s a fic I can honestly say that both Katsuki fans and haters can enjoy and it’s imo the best case study of Katsuki out that that maintains a neutral tone. If you wanna read the fic, here it is:

In conclusion, if you’re going to write a Katsuki redemption arc, you have to have consequences, you can’t demonize other characters to make him look better (especially when they don’t wanna give him a second chance), and you can’t make excuses for Katsuki’s behavior.

[wraithdance]

A note on stray dogs

It may seem silly to write a detailed authors warning for a fan-fiction but I feel compelled to write one considering the very polarizing reactions to imperfect characters in fics and the authors who pen them. (TLDR at the end)

Stray dogs is meant for me to explore the CPTSD/BPD/Avoidant attachment trait within a character and try to give said character some grace, dignity and loving relationships despite their mental illness.

I have seen the big reactions people have towards those with significant personality disorders or mental health struggles, (I’ve personally been on the receiving end of said reactions) so I know first hand the amount of vitriol and violence that comes with not fitting a status quo due to mental illness.

The reason I’m willingly divulging that info on the internet is so that anyone who struggles with the same will know that I do not plan on Stray Dogs becoming trauma porn where everyone just sucks and you (the reader) get to boo and dunk on the characters. I’ve seen many published authors do that (and even encourage it) so this is me saying that’s not my thing in the least.

I have been in this world long enough to know that ableism and romanticism of mental health issues in media can often be dangerous for real people (ie 13 Reasons why, Euphoria, etc.) I don’t knock anyone who does take that approach in their work, because as a writer it’s not your responsibility to control how people go out in the world and act due to the worlds you create, I just feel very strongly about not partaking.

Stray Dogs will contain themes that can be considered toxic and will go into depth into not only Ghost’s past traumas, but Johnny’s and ‘Readers’ as well. I’ll always put a warning on potentially triggering scenes and I’ll do my best to make it so you can skip certain parts without getting lost. Otherwise, I’m a message away if I need to tag something I’ve missed.

I’m saying now that despite what ringer I put everyone through, Stray Dogs WILL have a happy ending because I’m a sucker for that kind of thing. I don’t really want to promote this story very much because it’s meant to be personally soothing while also helping me explore my writing voice. If I ever receive any extremely negative feedback that is unproductive I will delete them for two reasons 1) as not to trigger anyone who may personally identify with the characters and 2) Because lol babes I don’t give a fuck we’re all reading fanfics it’s not that deep.

If you have any trouble in engaging with the story you won’t offend me if you stop reading! That’s why I have something more lighthearted like the Five Year Plan in the works while I work on this!!

But yeah anyways it’s 4 am and I’m kinda losing the plot but in the future if there’s any question about my intentions with some of the content in SD I will link to this note and I’m happy to have a conversation in more depth if asked about it.

Anywho if you made it to the end thanks lmfao I hope you enjoy the story (or not no skin off my back)! - Calvary

TLDR: Stray Dogs will not be trauma porn where I make reader and established characters miserable for little to no reason. I will heavily tag trigger warnings and am open to conversations about why I’m setting up the story the way I am. Message me if I’ve neglected to tag something for filtering.

[cozage]

Welcome to My Blog!

Hi, I’m Cozage! You can call me Coza. I’m 25, she/they pronouns are preferred, but any are fine. Right now I’m just writing for One Piece, but I’m open to writing for just about anyone within that realm. Please read this whole post before sending a message!

Requests: CLOSED

Pending requests: 30🤭

Masterlist Part 1 | Masterlist Pt 2

Are your requests open?

Not at the moment! Please do not send me a request when my requests are closed. I ALWAYS delete them, just to be fair. You are always welcome to send me questions and feedback on my writing or ideas for future chapters for my multifics, but please no new requests. Just because I am fulfilling requests, does not mean my requests are open! 

Can I request a part 2 even when your requests are closed?

This is where it gets dicey. The simple answer is: no. HOWEVER, you can pop into my inbox and let me know that you really liked a specific story and ask if I'm going to have a part two (respectfully!) and you might convince me. Almost all of my multi-parters have come from requests, and I'm always looking for new multi-chapter fics to write :)

When do you open for requests?

I close my requests when my inbox reaches 20, and then I reopen it again when I get it back down to 5. You can check the status of my requests at the top of this post. Events have separate rules and guidelines, which are always explained in the post. If I have an event going on, it'll be tagged in the announcement section at the top of this post!

What should I include in my request?

Reader gender (if you dont specify I'll just do non-gendered), characters you want (try to limit it to 3 or 4, or else I might pick and choose from the list and omit some characters), the scenario you want, you can also clarify if you want a headcanon list or a short fic!

Edit to add: Just a friendly reminder, the more characters you add to a request, the more overwhelming it is for me (and more likely it is to get deleted! 3 characters really is the sweet spot!)

What requests do you accept?

Just about anything. I do occasionally post NSFW, but it’s always tagged and marked. I have a few hard no’s, though:

Relationship situations for minors/large age gaps, pedophilia, grooming, incest, noncon (that’s not a cohesive list, but you get the gist).

Do you write for polys?

Maybe! Polys are hard for me to write. I struggle making the relationship balance equal and keeping people in character while also doing justice to a well-written relationship w/o being too corny. But! If you send it in, I'll at least give it a shot :)

Who can I request?

Just about anyone from One Piece, and I'll do my best given the scenario. Some people I will definitely always write for and take almost any request you send are:

Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Ace, Law, Kidd, Shanks, and Buggy

Everyone else is hit or miss on if I can imagine their scenarios, but I'll do my best. Some people who I really struggle writing are: Crocodile, Doffy, Izou (And I will not write for Gol Roger ever because I hate him 💕)

How detailed should my request be?

Try to keep it a healthy medium! If there are important aspects you want to be included in your story, let me know :) But try to avoid giving me a play-by-play. That level of detail makes me feel trapped and it's hard to take a creative spin on it. If you have a story you are imagining in your head and you want someone to write it...well, have you considered being a writer? :)

I have more than one request...

Try to limit your requests to 1 or 2, please! We want room for other people to have their ideas to come to light. If you have two ideas, you need to submit two separate messages. Please do not put two story ideas together in a request, or I will just write one :)

Do you take commissions? How can I support you?

I don't take commissions yet, and I'm struggling with doing that, so we will see. When they do appear, they'll appear on my Ko-fi account (where you can also support me through donations if you so feel inclined!)

What tags do you use (for blacklisting or other purposes)?

Most of my blog is writing, but here's how I tag certain things in case you want to blacklist or follow them:

"cozage" - any type of writing for One Piece I do will have this (just to show it's my work)

"coza thoughts" - May be my daily thoughts/info about writing. No substance though, just me.

"coza asks" - messages that I get that aren't requests. Usually just me responding to people

all the pairings also get tagged as well, so if you were to search "Zoro" hashtag on my page, any fics with him would come up

Do you have an AO3?

Yes! Same name as here. I put a lot of my short multi-chapter fics there (but Tumblr gets all the updates first) BUT here’s a link to it. 

Is there anything else I should know?

Please just remember that when you send me a request or a message, I may not always respond to it. I do always read them, though! I just don't always respond because I don't want to clog up my page with posts that aren't content. Don’t get me wrong, I love hearing everyone’s ideas and working together with you all to bring these ideas to life. Send the ask, let me know what you think and how you feel and all of your ideas, but remember that I’m human too! I have feelings and friends and a life outside of writing for our favorite One Piece characters. I look forward to reading your thoughts, and sharing mine with you. 

Love, Coza <3

[sincerely-sofie]

I saw your tag about meeting your boyfriend because of posting on Tumblr and I'm very curious as to how that happened. Like, did you find each other's blogs, saw you had stuff in common and met up IRL? What happened? Please give us details (if you're willing to talk about it, no worries if not!)

Also, for a boyfriend tag, may I suggest... Calcium. Cuz you're a skeleton and calcium makes bones stronger... I'll see myself out

(Referencing the tags of this post)

Oh my gosh. Buddy you have just opened up Pandora’s box. Brace yourself for the most adorable couple origin story ever.

He followed me fairly early on into the process of me posting my work on Tumblr. I don’t remember exactly, but I think my TPiaG mini comic “Heart-to-Heartbreak” was the first post he ever reblogged from me. After that, he was super enthusiastic and involved with my blog and engaged with basically every post I ever made. This guy was one of THE followers of my work— if I posted something, he was always there to like it and share super thoughtful commentary or hilarious jokes.

I absolutely adored him even back then, and we had barely exchanged a handful of messages on Tumblr where he thanked me for inspiring him to get back into art and writing, and I blubbered about how meaningful that was to me. We eventually followed each other on Spotify and I think that’s about the point when I really should have realized I had it bad for him. I was CONSTANTLY rambling to my mom about how much I wanted to be this internet stranger’s best friend, but I was super hesitant because our family has been huge on online stranger danger and never really talking to anyone unless you know exactly who they are in real life. I’m an adult and all, yeah, but I was still super anxious about internet strangers at large— though he never once made me uncomfortable or wary :>

Eventually, he made a goofy post about it being his birthday, and I bolted to tell my mom about that and how I didn’t have enough time that day to polish up any content of his favorite characters I’ve written and post it as a gift for him. I was utterly distraught and pretty much full-on monologuing to my ever-so patient mother about how much I wanted to befriend this man and how amazing he was and how shy I felt about the matter, and she looked me dead in the eyes and told me to ask him if he wanted to message each other more and get to know each other better.

I sent him a message over Tumblr, we exchanged Discord usernames, and I’m pretty sure it was just over a week of messaging and getting to know each other more and more every day later when he told me he thought he was in love with me— to which I very eloquently rattled off a bunch of nonsense that ended in “I don’t know how to communicate this other than by saying ‘dude, same’.”

After that, we’ve only gotten more and more mutually obsessed. Thankfully he’s in the same country as me, and we’re even timezone neighbors, so he’s not on the opposite side of the world— and when I realized some of my household were going on a trip to the same state where he lived for a family wedding, I SCRAMBLED to insert myself into that trip last-minute. We had originally thought that we’d meet up when he could drive to my state (a process that would take a long time because of some complicating factors), but when I realized my family were flying down there, I was practically foaming at the mouth with the thought of seeing him so much sooner. We met up not that long ago and were even able to meet some of each other’s family members (my family absolutely adores him, and I think his likes me a fair bit too, hehe). But listen: when I tell you I adored him before, I was absolutely head-over-heels for him when we met in person. I got to hug him and I had this thought come to mind of “Oh. This is the person I want to marry.” And I’ve never once doubted it :>

During the times we met up we mostly sat around and basked in each other’s presence and stared at each other. I ended up breaking eye contact a lot because I kept getting flustered and also because this man is TALL and I had to periodically rest my neck 😂 I was able to give him some pins I had made of our PMD team that represents us, and my boyfriend. My boyfriend, you guys. He had the gall to send me a screenshot of an eBay listing of the world’s most adorable Snorlax plush weeks before while we were on a call together, bought it immediately after I had said I loved the plush’s face as we hung up, and then GAVE ME IT WHEN WE MET UP.

Look at him. That’s my son now. I was trying to think of what to name the little guy when my toddler niece dubbed him Tummy. My boyfriend approves of the monicker— as he should, because it’s the bestest name for the bestest boy.

TL;DR— He followed me on tumblr, I desperately wanted to be friends with him and sent him my Discord username on his birthday, we exchanged “I love you”s a week later, and I was almost sick on a plane because I was so excited to see him during a trip to his state for a family member’s wedding. We are absolutely obsessed with each other and kind of instantly Knew from the get-go that we’re going to be each other’s Person™️.

As for the tag, I'm not sure I’ll go with it but I’m starting to consider “The Boyfriend Bird Feeder”, because it works out to the acronym BFBF which I find funny, I mainly want to make the tag as a way for him to easily find posts where I’m talking about how amazing he is whenever he needs a pick-me-up (and so people can block the tag if they find me raving about my man so much annoying lol), and his persona that we spent all day yesterday cooking up looks like this:

[prpfz]

🪼 — hi hello !! eighteen + they/them. looking for anyone 18+ who’s interested in marvel or the mcu !!

with the new deadpool and wolverine movie out, i’ve been getting sucked back into my mcu fixation !! i’m currently looking to write a canon x oc dynamic, where i write a male oc against deadpool !! i don’t write canon x canon. please do not ask me for that.

i prefer doubling up and encourage multiple threads and pairings !!! so if you have twenty different ocs you want to use that each have their own love interests and plots, i’m so down to do that !! i haven’t watched the recent movies/shows, nor have i read the comics. we can definitely discuss what we want to write in and what content we each are familiar with ! we also don’t have to write the recent deadpool movie to avoid spoilers, so i’m completely okay with just doing our own thing with his character !! i have a ton of other love interests and characters too, which we can throw into other plots if you’d like !!

i prefer writing mxm and fxf (as well as any gender neutral pairings), but i can be convinced to write mxf, as long as the muses have chemistry and it’s not a heteronormative dynamic. (basically just strong emotionless man x docile submissive woman.)

i’m advanced literate to novella, so minimum word count is at least six hundred. my average tends to hit more than one thousand for each side. i write on discord only, with me making us private servers.

very smut and concept friendly !! i love writing dead dove themes into plots and often work with a 50:50 smut to plot ratio !!! i have very few limits, so i’d really appreciate writing with someone who does too !! i won’t list out everything i’m open to writing since it’s a lot, but we can discuss everything in private !!

to avoid any kind of misunderstandings, i’ll be sending a google doc of my rules, preferences, and writing samples in the first few messages. this is just to make sure we’re on the same page when we’re plotting !! like this post and i’ll get back to you as soon as i can !! if you’re into talking ooc, making art, pinterest boards, aesthetics, playlists of our ocs, building an entire world with lots of ocs and characters, and being friends, please interact !! i’d love to actually talk to someone and gush about the roleplay together !!! <3

Leave a like, and anon will get back to you!

[ryuzakemo128]

Cod Prompt List

Credit for Dividers: @cafekitsune + @strangergraphics

This is a list of prompts for requests, if you have any, here are some prompts you are more than welcome to request.

Characters I will write for:

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Johnathon Price

John 'Soap' MacTavish

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

König

Other (Message me if there is a specific one you want that isn't on this list.)

Genres to pick from:

Angst

Fluff

Smut

Dark Content

Unlisted option, aka if you have a specific one. Let me know.

Female Reader insert Versions to pick from

Career:

MMA fighter

Kick boxer

Gymnast

Artist

Onlyfans Creator

Porn Star

Black Ops Spy

Spec Ops Operator

Close Combat Specialist

Baker

Seamstress

Photographer

Professor

Physicist

other, aka your choice.

Hybrid Animals

Wolf

Coyote

Mountain Lion

Wolverine

Siberian Tiger

Siberian Lynx

Snowy White Owl

Black Cat

Fennec Fox

Pygmy Owl

Crow

Raven

Rook

Folklore Based:

Nogitsune

Oni

Inari - Light Kitsune, basically the opposite of the Nogitsune.

Fire Giant or Frost Giant aka Jötnar.

Siren

Harpy

Fae

Dark Fae

Demigod

Mermaid

Wyvern

Werewolf

Vampire

Succubus

Other aka unlisted

Nationality Based: (Listed by country)

France

Norway

England

Australia

America

Russia

Italy

Germany

Iceland

Austria

Greece

Other/ unlisted

Based on Code Name:

Boomer

Grim Reaper

The Iron Maiden

Gorgon

Rook

Crow

Pearl

Opal

Sapphire

Emerald

Ruby

Diamond

Whiskers

Jade

Onyx

Sentence Prompts

Like the sun's eclipse, nothing seemed to be terribly impossible or out of reach.

A rose of endless thorns amongst those who cannot hope to keep up with you.

Everything has a cure, except for death.

A lie to justify yourself into thinking you were doing the right thing.

You should have known better than to ask a question you weren't ready to hear the answer to.

What else were you supposed to do? Let him kill you?

You can't lie. You're too selfless to lie.

There is a sickness inside his soul. Just like there was a sickness inside yours.

Why would you care about his size? Sex is just that sex, kinks are just kinks, and trying to complicate the matter won't help anyone.

You don't care about the repercussions. You saved his life because you wanted to.

Don't bother. He won't notice you either way.

There is his truth, your truth and the all encompassing truth.

There is no such thing as failure.

Death and life come to us hand in hand.

No one wants a goth girl with all these blondes around.

To be a goth amongst the pastel colours.

If it bleeds. You can kill it.

Dialogue Prompts

"Push me, and you will find out the extent of my audacity."

"I would sooner die than be stuck with someone who will only 'tolerate' my existence. Move aside, or I will be forced to what I must to move you."

"You can't hope to do the things I need to do. Save your breath and go back to what you do best."

"Do not question my mental state, and I won't question yours. I will push past this with or without your approval."

"I have no intention of staying around people who don't want me."

"No means no. Not maybe, and it certainly doesn't give you permission to blackmail me with it either."

"I hope karma finds a way to fuck you over like you did to so many other women in your life."

"See? This is why I'm filing for divorce."

"You are never in the mood. Ever. It's like you would rather be a deadbeat father and a cheating whore."

"Men can and will always be called whores. Whore behaviour knows no gender."

"I bought a 30kg cheese wheel. I'm keeping it to myself. Everyone else can fuck off."

"Great job genius, you fucked it up."

"I have no intention of telling any of you anything."

"You and I are nothing alike."

Song Lyric Prompts

“Waiting for me to free him by coming home” – ‘Jimmy’ by Tool

“Opening me within a gesture” – ‘Jimmy’ by Tool

“You were the voice calling me back home” – ‘Jimmy’ by Tool

“I'm your nightmare while you're fast asleep” – ‘Bad Things’ by Summer Kennedy

“You won’t see it coming” – ‘Bad Things’ by Summer Kennedy

“My heart is painted black, I’m never going back.” – ‘Bad Things’ by Summer Kennedy

“I know that you like my style, I look like this on purpose” – ‘Bad Things’ by Summer Kennedy

“I'm carrying my heart but it's made of stone. I'm carrying my heart but my heart is made of stone.” – ‘Made of Stone’ by Matt Corby

“Run from me darlin’. Run my good wife. Run from me darlin’. You better run for your life. Run from me baby. Run my good wife.” – ‘Run from Me’ by Timber Timbre

“Its killing time” – ‘Let me live/ Let me die’ by Des Rocs

“Oh my, give me the night. Just give me the night and I’ll give you the truth” – ‘Give me the night’ by Des Rocs

“Are you so damn unforgettable, so damn impossible to leave?” – ‘Give me the night’ by Des Rocs

“I don't care if it hurts. I wanna have control. I want a perfect body. I want a perfect soul. I want you to notice. When I'm not around. You're so fuckin' special. I wish I was special.” – ‘Creep’ by Radiohead

“Your beauty never scared me.” – ‘Mary on a cross’ by Ghost

“I hate you for what you did and I miss you like a little kid” – Motion sickness

“I’ll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror” – Anti-Hero

[candycandy00]

Choose Your Own Price Fanfic Commissions

I’m now open for commissions!!!!! 

If you’d like to request a fanfic from me, here’s how to do it! 

What You’ll Get:

A one-shot fic. I never even look at word counts and the idea of being restricted by such a thing scares me so I can only say that it will be a one-part story around the same length as my other one-shots. Look over my master list for plenty of examples (in particular, look over the requests I’ve filled).  

I can’t give a specific time frame but, depending on whether or not I’m currently working on something, it will probably take me around 5-10 days to complete it. When we discuss your commission, I’ll be able to give you a clearer time frame. 

What You Can Request:

All of the rules on my Welcome Post still apply. No minors, no animals, no scat/pee/vomit. I can do SFW or NSFW. Any genre (though I warn you that I suck at comedy). I’m fine with doing dark content like horror, gore, rape, etc. I’m fine with doing AU’s, sequels to my previous fics, anything like that. If something is a little too far out of my wheelhouse, I might have to say no, or perhaps “dumb it down” a bit. I’m not going to do a ton of research. Like if you want an AU set in a very specific historical setting, please don’t expect total historical accuracy. I’ll do my best to capture the feel of what you want but that’s all I can promise. 

I can do Character x Reader or Character x Character. I’m also willing to do “threesome” situations, like Gojo x Reader x Geto for example. But no more than two canon characters per commission. 

I’m fine with doing fem, masc, or gender neutral characters. I’m fine with any/all sexualities. I won’t write Reader as a specific race. I can do some specifications such as a chubby Reader, short Reader, etc. as well as some personality traits (example: shy Reader). But please don’t get super specific on the Reader if you can help it. 

I will write for the following fandoms: My Hero Academia, Jujutsu Kaisen, Wind Breaker, One Piece, Blue Lock, Prince of Tennis, Demon Slayer, Black Clover, Bungo Stray Dogs, Kaiju no. 8, and Durarara!!. If you want something from a different series, feel free to ask. It doesn’t have to be anime/manga either. I’m very familiar with Marvel characters, X-Men, Final Fantasy, Persona/Shin Megami Tensei, Tales of series, Horror Movie characters, etc. I might not feel comfortable doing it if I’m not real into the character, or not familiar enough with them, but there’s no harm in asking! 

I’m also willing to write for general concepts like “Vampire x Reader” or “Serial Killer x Reader”. You must be able to describe the concept character (the vampire or the serial killer in the examples I gave) and possibly send image references. 

Price:

I’m very uncomfortable with the idea of pricing my work, so for now at least, I’m going to go with a sort of “choose your own price” system. Once you read your commission, you can look over my Amazon wishlist and choose an item to buy for me. In case anyone doesn’t know how Amazon wishlists work, when you buy an item directly from my wishlist, Amazon sends it to my address. You don’t have to mail it to me or know my address. 

I have a very wide range of items on there, in terms of prices. There are lots of things on there under $10. You can choose what to buy based on how much you enjoyed your commission. And no, I won’t be upset or offended if you pick the cheapest item on the list. 😄 There are some more pricey items on there because this is my general wishlist that  I show to family and friends around Christmas/birthdays. Feel free to ignore them. 

How To Commission Me:

Here’s how the process will work. 

Step 1: Directly message me telling me about your commission. Describe what you want, what characters you want to be featured, any plot/concept details you feel are important, a basic idea of what kinks you would want included, etc. 

Step 2: I’ll reply letting you know if I can do your commission. From there we will discuss it further and iron out all the details. You can be more specific about the kind of smut you want (if you want smut), things you want me to avoid, things you want me to include no matter what, all the nitty gritty details. I’ll also give you an idea of how long it will take me to do your commission. 

Step 3: I write your commission and post it on my tumblr (and maybe ao3). I can tag you if you like, or you can remain anonymous and I’ll send you a message when it’s posted. 

Step 4: After reading your commission (and only after), you look over my Amazon wishlist and buy whichever item you choose for me. Send me a message letting me know you bought something and I’ll confirm that it was purchased (Amazon will display it on the list as a purchased item). I’ll expect you to purchase something within one week of me posting the commission. Unless you have a great explanation, I will be unhappy if you take longer than that. 

Why do I want you to wait until you’ve read your commission to buy an item? Because my life tends to get hectic at the strangest times, and anything could go wrong and keep me from writing it. I don’t want to feel stressed and pressured because you already paid me. Also, I want you to be satisfied and to pick an item based on how well I did. Knowing that you can pick the price will motivate me to do my best! 

Even if you don’t want to commission me, I would greatly appreciate any reblogs/signal boosts! Thanks!

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- - - VALENTINE’S DAY LETTER EVENT PT. 3 ( CLOSED )

here's part 1 and part 2 if you'd like to read those.

ONLY ACCEPTING 10 REQUESTS THIS YEAR. FIRST COME FIRST SERVE BASIS

Welcome back to my Valentine’s Day event 😌! If you were here last year and the year before that, then welcome back! And if this is your first time experiencing this, welcome! Like stated previously, for us single people, this time of year can feel a little…lonely. SO, I want to write you love letters from your favs :3. Love comes in all forms so they can be romantic, from a lover, OR platonic from a friend! And yes you read the above part correctly there will ONLY BE 10 SLOTS OPEN for this event.

You may be asking yourself, “But what if they full up too quickly?” well, don’t worry, because as soon as I get 10 requests, IF I’m able to write them quickly and well before Valentine’s Day, then perhaps I can reopen them and accept a few more :3. No promises tho.

PLEASE READ EVERYTHING BELOW BEFORE REQUESTING👇

Let’s get to the rules. Please read my request rules first before anything! Thanks <3

» REQUESTING RULES

Anyone can participate!

Please only send in one request since my limit is only 10, I want to give everyone a fair chance at receiving a letter! There’s no way for me to know since I do accept anon messages, but pls be honest and only submit one! I can tell most of the time based on the way you guys type, if you’re the same person :3

SFW ONLY. NO NSFW or smut :)

Fem!Reader or Gn!Reader only

Only one character per request

» HOW TO REQUEST

Send me an ask either as an anon or not

Select your fandom and character (scroll down to see who I’ll write for in this event. If you request for a character that I do not write for, then I will turn your request down and give your spot to the next request I get SO pls check if I write for your fav)

State whether you’d like a Fem!Reader or Gn!Reader

State a pet name you’d like them to refer to you as (I will be using y/n, but let me know if there’s another name you’d like to be called too. Eg; baby, darling, princess, sweetheart, love, babe, honey, etc LET ME KNOW :D)

What is your relationship status with this character? Is this platonic with a friend who’s writing you a letter knowing you’re romantically lonely? Or romantic; a crush confessing to you, a partner you just recently started dating, a blind date sending you a letter to tell you how much they enjoyed meeting you or how they want to meet you again, a long-term established relationship, friends with benefits (SFW pls) and he just realized his feelings for you and wants to make it official, ETC. anything

What’s the tone of the letter? Full on love letter where they tell you all the things the love about you, a comfort letter (specify comfort for what?), proposal letter (marriage ;D), adoration (not too lovey dovey, but still saying the things they admire about you), ETC…

Select a genre/: fluff, angst, comfort, modern AU, soulmate AU, etc

Location: is he far from you and mailed this letter to you? Or did he leave it beside you before leaving for work in the morning? Or maybe he surprised you with breakfast in bed and your letter was sitting beside the meal he cooked for you as he watches you read it? Do you live together or not? Whatever you have in mind, let me know!

Other info: anything else you think might help me make this more personalized for you! Maybe a specific trait about you that you want mentioned? Or a habit, hobby, WHATEVER

Be specific with what direction you’d like me to go in with your letter! The more specific you are, the better I’ll do :)

That’s all! If you have any questions or concerns, send me an ask :)

Example of a request; “Hello! Could I request a letter for your Valentines Day Letter Event? I’d like one with Pro!Hero Bakugou with quirkless Fem!Reader please. I’d like if he called me ‘baby’ in the letter! We’re in an established relationship for a few years (maybe we were high school sweethearts and have been together ever since). Tone/Genre: adoration and angst to fluff (ish) where he apologizes for being grumpy and snapping at me the night before and goes in to express how much he cares for me without being too over the top (just subtle). Location: we live together, but he’s always out on hero duty so I hardly see him at home. He left the letter in the kitchen, hung up on the refrigerator and even made breakfast for me before he left and mentions that in the letter too, saying to heat it up before I eat it! Other info: We’re both 22, I’m pretty reserved, but he brings me out of my shell and makes me feel very confident in my own skin and adores every part of me no matter how insecure I am about my body. I’m quirkless so I spend most of my time in our home just writing since I’m a writer, and watching animes and kdramas while waiting for him to come back home. Thank you!”

If you can’t fit all your info into one ask, you can separate it into multiple asks, just ad a 1/4, 2/4, 3/4, 4/4 and an emoji or something so I know it’s the same request!

ALL LETTERS WILL BE POSTED ON FEB 14th, Valentine’s Day!

This event will close as soon as I get 10 requests, which I’ll add to the masterlist at the bottom of this post!

I’ll also be listing out the characters I’ll write for in this event.

(Expand for list of characters and masterlist)

» WHO I’LL WRITE FOR

MHA: for the students, let me know if they’re pro hero’s already or still students! Also tell me if reader is quirkless or has a quirk (if they have a quirk let me know what kind of quirk!) | bakugou | todoroki | midoriya | kaminari | kirishima | shinsou | dabi | hawks | amajiki | JJK: are you a sorcerer as well? Or a civilian? Idk | gojo | itadori | megumi | inumaki | nanami | sukuna | toji | geto | yuuta | choso |

YOTD: written in the yotd universe, no modern requests for this one pls | hak | kija | shin-ah | jae-ha | zeno |

OBEY ME: is reader a demon, human, or celestial being? | lucifer | mammon | leviathan | satan | asmodeus | beel | belphie | solomon | diavolo | barbatos |

MYSTIC MESSENGER: | jumin | zen | yoosung | saeyoung (707) | v |

HAIKYUU!!: do they play volleyball still as students? Are they playing as adults? Or do they have a completely different job? | daichi | sugawara | nishinoya | kageyama | kuroo | kenma | oikawa | iwaizumi | bokuto | akaashi | suna | atsumu | osamu | ushijima |

TOKYO REVENGERS: Im like half-way through the manga so… | mikey | mitsuya | chifuyu | baji | draken | hakkai | kazutora | shinichiro |

DEMON SLAYER: is reader a demon slayer or a civilian? Idk | rengoku | giyuu | tengen |

TEARS OF THEMIS: | luke | artem | vyn | marius |

ATTACK ON TITAN: not accepting modern AU’s for this fandom. is reader a civilian, or part of the corps? which branch? | eren | levi | armin | jean | niccolo |

ONE PIECE: I’m on episode 537 (fishman island arc) SO no requests with context of anything after that :) thanks. And I’m not taking modern AU’s for this fandom | zoro | luffy | ace | shanks | sanji | law |

MASTERLIST:

»Comforting Letter From Baji

»Adoring Letter From Nanami

»Love Letter From Shin-ah

»Love Letter From Bakugou

»Confession Letter From Chifuyu

»Comforting Letter From Eren

»Proposal Letter From Todoroki

»Confession Letter From Kageyama

»Adoration Letter From Vyn

»Confession Letter From Bakugou

Posted: 1/23/2024

Updated: 2/14/2024