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dear reader - chapter 1
summary: Miguel took the readerâs love and friendship for granted. Something he learns reading her column, when itâs too lateâŠOr is it?
ship: miguel o'hara x f!reader // matt murdock x reader
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Chapter 1
The tears falling from your eyes should be happy ones. It was a huge accomplishment, a dream you never thought would come true. You got a scholarship to attend the University of Edinburgh summer writing course. Almost two months of writing and learning for free in a city youâve wanted to visit long before Outlander was even a thing.
You would have the opportunity to focus on your writing while exploring the town that inspired so many writers before you. It was all you ever wanted.
Yet you were laying down on your bedroom floor, all the lights off in your apartment, the outfit you spent so much time trying to find (and so much money to buy) still on your body. You felt paralyzed. No heartbreak has ever felt like that before, not even the ones also caused by Miguel.
When people asked you what type of relationship the two of you had, you just answered friends. It was easier, usually killing any follow up questions. You know that was his answer too, youâve heard it before. His tone, however, was much different than yours. Miguel would play it down, as if it was a ridiculous question, more ridiculous than the idea that the two of you could be more to each other.
But friends donât go home together after the bar closes late at night, laughing and whispering, drunk on more than the drinks you had. Friends donât flirt with each other crossing all the lines, just to leave you hanging, wondering to yourself if you imagined the whole thing, if you saw more than it actually was.
But also, regardless of any time of messiness, friends donât bail on each other at the last minute, making up some excuse which you can quickly find out is a lie.
âIs mr. OâHara joining us anytime soon?â, the waiter asked you politely. It was obvious you had never gone to such a nice restaurant, but it was a celebration. You wanted to dress up and share your news with the person you cared about the most. Earlier you had been so excited you barely slept, hoping that things went smoothly, that maybe a change of scenery reminded him of what the two of you could be.
You had been waiting for an hour, sipping from the least expensive soft drink on the menu, when Miguel sent you a monosyllabic text saying something happened at Alchemax. Your body was familiar with that disappointment. Miguel was a prolific scientist, head of the biotechnology and genetics department, always doing important work. Things that could actually save peopleâs lives. You were so proud of him, but couldnât help feeling sad. You scheduled the dinner almost a week prior, checking in with him several times during the week to make sure he could go.
On the Uber home, you tried not to think about the pang in your chest so much. You opened Instagram and scrolled for a bit, then started watching some stories, without paying much attention. Until you saw him. It was his assistantâs, Lyla, profile. The video showed people singing happy birthday to someone called Scott. There was Miguel. You recognized a few faces from Alchemax, but couldnât for the life of you remember any Scott â and Miguel loved telling you all the company gossip. Next story, still from Lyla: people dancing to âParty in the USAâ, by Miley Cyrus. Far back, Miguel said something in a womanâs ear. It was Dana, a pretty brunette with short hair, brilliant like Miguel and also crazy for him, which you couldnât blame her for. In the video, she hands Miguel a bottle of beer. He then kisses her.
You loved Miguel OâHara, was there for him every single time he called and waited years for him to realize you were the one for him. The soul crushing truth was that he never would. The only time you asked for him, where all he had to do was show up, he didnât. He went to some random guyâs birthday instead of being there for you. There was your answer.
*** âCâmon nowâ, Miguel flexed his back, a red drink in his hand. âYou know I donât kiss and tell, buddy.â
âI think you and pretty Dana have been doing more than just kissing and thatâs what you ainât tellingâ, Hobie had a smirk on his face.
Pavirt approached the group holding two beers.
âTwo beers? Are you in a rush, mate?â
Pav took a breath, trying to open one bottle without letting the other slip from his hands.
âYou know, I should have, itâs packed today and itâs not even game dayâ, Pav looked around The Bar, the place Miguel and his friends would go to after work almost every day.
Miguel preferred the nice bars downtown, but after going to The Bar a few times to meet Hobie, the place started to grow on him. It had been years and The Bar just got bigger and better. Apparently he wasnât the only one who noticed, the place was becoming such a staple that now there were lines to come in. Thankfully, Foggy, the owner, always made sure to find a spot for his âday onesâ.
âPassing through, passing through!â, Gwen made her way to the group, followed by a tall guy with glasses who looked slightly disoriented.
âAm I seeing right?â, Miguel pointed at the man, who smiled back at him. âIf it isnât Peter B motherfucking Parker!â
âHow many of these have you drunk?â, Peter approached his friend, giving him a hug. âOh shit, he is hugging me back, this is really serious!â
Miguel laughed, patting Peterâs back. He had no idea how many drinks he had at that point. They were all just so red and sweet.
âFriends, this is Pete, a friend of mine and Gwenâs from college.â
Hobie and Pav nodded at Peter, who smiled at them.
âWhat are you doing here, buddy? Havenât seen you since your Daily Bugle days.â
Gwen had taken the second beer from Pavâs hand and opened it. âI found him wandering around like a lost puppyâ, she pointed at Peter.
âI spent some time abroad, now Iâm back in the city, taking photos here and thereâ, Peter shrugged, looking uncomfortably at Hobie, who was squeezing his eyes and seemed to be whispering something to himself.
âHobie, are you ok there, pal?â, Gwen asked, arching one of her eyebrows.
âThe math isnât mathingâ, he answered.
âHow much have you drunk?â, Pav asked his friend.
âJust a bit, smoked a lot thoughâ, Hobie was still analyzing. âThere is someone missingâŠwhere is y/n?â
Miguelâs eyes widened. âShit, I was supposed to reschedule this thing with herâ, he grabbed his phone from his pocket, struggling to type his password correctly.
âDonât botherâ, Gwen told him. Her arms were crossed and she glared at him while taking a sip of beer.
Miguel realized he was indeed very drunk and confused. He noticed Gwen hadn't looked at him since she arrived, but he hadnât thought anything of it at first. He felt weird, like he was being reprimanded for something.
âWhat do you mean?â, Miguelâs brows furrowed.
âAs we speak, she is flying across the pond.â
âOh, shit, already?â, Hobie sobered up for a moment.
âWhat is the time difference again?â, Pav asked.
âWhat are they talking about?â, Miguel froze. They were speaking as if she was far away. They were speaking as if they already knew she was going far away.
âShe got the Edinburgh summer writing program scholarship. She left tonightâ, Gwen answered.
âI donât remember her saying anything about it.â Miguel wondered if you were mad at him because of the dinner and didnât tell him because of that. You would do that sometimes, ice him out. That annoyed him, but you were more affected by it than him. He was always able to charm his way out of it.
âOf course you heard, mate, câmon, she took you to dinner to celebrateâ, Hobie sounded frustrated.
âWhich didnât even make sense, if anything, you should have taken her out to celebrateâ, Pav added, giving Miguel an exasperated look.
âI canceled the dinner, something came up at work.â Miguel looked at his feet, still confused, but feeling the weight of the guilt.
He looked up, only to find Gwenâs eyes, full of anger and disappointment. She knew he was full of shit. Miguel wondered how she would even knowâŠunless you knew it too.
âÂĄMierda!â
âI take it your friend is a writer, then. Thatâs really coolâ, Peter said to Gwen, Pav and Hobie. âShe writes fiction?â
âNon fiction, mostlyâ, Gwen answered, her expression softening. She was so proud of you. Your writing barely paid your bills and less people were reading nowadays, but you took your art seriously, refusing to give up such an important part of yourself. âShe is a freelance writer these days. She just published a profile of Mary Jane Watson, the actress whoâs all the buzz on Broadway, in Bliss magazine.â
âWait, that is the y/n you are friends with?â, Peter got excited. âGod, I love her interviews. Honest to God, I cried when she told Mary Jane that itâs ok to express your opinions, that they can be fleeting and not set in stone.â
âUgh, I love that part!â, Pav agrees, putting his hand on his chest.
âDid you read it, Miguel?â, Peter asked gently. He was clearly trying to light up the mood, Miguel kind of hated him for that. Peter didnât even know you and seemed to know so much about you already.
âNoâ, Miguel answered coldly.
âMiguel refuses to spend US$ 5 on the paywallâ, Gwen snorted.
âBuddyâŠarenât you, like, rich?â, Peter looked at him.
âThatâs how he stays rich, alright!â, Hobie clapped, drawing the attention of the people around them.
âWhat the fuckâŠ?â, Miguelâs head started to throb. It mightâve been the drinking, but he had the impression his friends were ganging up on him. It was annoying. Especially because they were (mostly) right. âIâm not paying that for an articleâ, he grunted.
âItâs a subscription!â, Gwen rolled her eyes, growling. âItâs a way to support the writer's and editorâs work, so y/n can keep writing profiles, think pieces and her great colâŠher great workâ, Gwen corrected.
While the group kept discussing what they had been reading lately, Miguel tried his password on his phone a few more times, eventually getting it right. He was pretty sure Gwen was about to say you had a column, so he typed bliss magazine + column. The first result was âdear reader: the advice you didnât know you neededâ. He clicked on the link: the pop up alerting that the content was behind paywall appeared.
***
Dear reader,
Iâm a firm believer in the power of words. Itâs what moves me and what both excites and terrifies me about writing this column. The same word can be heartfelt or cutting, it all depends on the delivery. Speaking out loud can be just as important of a tool as listening attentively to what people have to say.
I guess I have spent so much time looking for words, either from myself or others, that I havenât always paid attention to actions. They matter too. There is a lot of meaning in what is left unsaid. If the actions donât match a personâs words, itâs time to take a step back and think deeply about it.
Thatâs a lesson I learned too late. I wanted someone so badly I was willing to accommodate it all, the excuses, the absences and the stolen glances that never led nowhere. It took me years and many mornings waking up by myself to realize that if he wanted to, he would. It seems obvious, but things are so much more complicated with matters of the heart.
And our hearts are precious, no matter what others say. So, in truth to my words, I decided to share a big accomplishment in my life with people who I knew would celebrate me and recognize what this goal means to me. And in truth to my actions, Iâm on my way to a big adventure.
When your heart breaks, there is only so much you can do. Iâm doing it.
Protect yours and remember, never take advice from someone whoâs falling apart.
Love, The writer
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#dear diary fanfic#miguel o'hara x reader#matt murdock x reader#miguel o'hara fic#matt murdock fic#miguel o'hara#matt murdock#unrequited love#second chance romance#Spotify
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I know everyoneâs mad at Aziraphale right now because of how the seasonâs ended but I donât think weâve talked enough about the fact that Aziraphale has been keeping a diary for centuries (based on the fact the entry we see is from volume 603) and he literally starts his entries with âdear diary, last month Crowley and I both happened to be in Edinburghâ.
#HE WRITES IN HIS DIARY LIKE A STEREOTYPICAL TEENAGE GIRL#HOW IS ANYONE NORMAL ABOUT THIS#also the absolute banger of a fanfic this would be#someone just writing all 603 volumes of Aziraphaleâs journals which are all just meetups with crowley#you know his journals are filled of their misadventures as idiots in love#dear dork diary but its aziraphale#HA#ineffable husbands#good omens spoilers#good omens#good omens 2#aziraphale#anthony j crowley#crowley x aziraphale#go 2x03
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thinking about how geto makes you sit on his face and keeps his big boy grip on your legs, keeping you still and your pussy right into his mouth :(( heâs bucking his hips at the taste of you and listening to the pretty noises youâre making all from his tongue. youâre looking down at him with heavy hooded eyes and heâs so fucking attracted to the way youâre spilling all into his mouth,, heâs definitely gonna cum all over himself without even being touched.
#LET HIM COOK!#à«ź Ëâ±Ë á dear diary!#jjk x reader#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen imagines#jjk fanfic#jjk headcanons#jjk imagines#jjk fluff#getou suguru#getou suguru x you#suguru geto#suguru geto smut#geto suguru x reader#suguru geto x reader#getou suguru smut#jjk suguru#geto suguru
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You turn to the next page, a continuation of the last.
#it chapter one#it chapter 2#it#reddie#ben hanscom#it 2017#itâs giving dear dumb diary#losers club#richie tozier#eddie kaspbrak#dear trash diary#dear trash(mouth) diary#fan blog#fanfic blog
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â đ„ dating peeta mellark
would definitely give you all his clothes. like you're cold? he's pulling off his jacket and handing it to you. y'all had separate closets? no you dont not anymore. what's yours is his and what's his is yours
he has so many paintings of you <3 like his paintings are all either you, flowers (mostly your favorite flowers) or occasionally something from the games
he has so many paintings of you <3 like his paintings are all either you, flowers (mostly your favorite flowers) or occasionally something from the games
speaking of the games: nightmares! his nightmares dont happen as often as katniss' but they do happen. usually, its some variation of you being reaped instead of katniss and him trying his best to save you from all the horrors that the gamemakers thrust upon you but ultimately failing
he wakes up and immediately pulls you into his lap and just. holds you. he needs the warmth and the weight to remind himself that you're here, you're with him, you're safe
anyways here's more sad stuff
when the capitol got him and hijacked him, they attacked his memories of you. they made it seem like you hated him and used him and just were a terrible person.
when he first sees you after he gets rescued, he backs into a wall and just stares at you, crying. he whispers, "please. don't hurt me." and your heart breaks into a million pieces
after they un-hijack him (is that what it is?) he realizes that you never would hurt him. it was all the capitol. you two sit together on the steps of his house in the victors village and play real or not real one last time.
"real or not real. you love me." peeta's warm hand over yours chases the cold away. you look into the eyes of the boy who's been through so much and still made it out pure and sweet. the boy who still believes in kindness and give the softest of love. the boy who loves you, despite everything that the capitol forced him to believe. you lean up and press a soft kiss to his temple.
"real. always real."
#MY FAV BREAD BOY <3#peeta mellark x reader#peeta mellark#thg#thg x reader#peeta x reader#the hunger games#the hunger games x reader#peeta mellark fanfic#[đ§ž] dear diary
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Hi! A new update is here!
dear little witch| klonnie au: Bonnie Bennett has held plenty of titles. A daughter, friend, teen witch, and a former wife. The most important one to her now was mother and business owner. She earned this life for herself and would be damned if she lost. A witchâs premonition is nothing to ignore. Bonnie values her life away from Mystic Falls and returning wasnât likely for her until her daughterâs safety was compromised. The Salvatore Boarding School would change everything for the Bennett witches. Secrets will unfold and time can only tell whatâs to come next. Hope Mikaelson wonât be the only one with her world turned upside down. Family is forever, whether anyone likes it or not. Everything is done in the name of family. -an au of TVD/TO post season 8 & 4 of TO.
You can also read my new update on Wattpad or FFN!
You may remember this AU from past posts see here
#bonnie bennett#klaus mikaelson#bonnie x klaus#klaus x bonnie#tvd#the vampire diaries#klonnie#the originals#driawrites#klonnie fanfic#klonnie fic#tvd fic#tvd fanfiction#dear little witch
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I donât think we will ever know. Iâm not brave enough. Not in this life, and I feel uncertain that I will be in the next one. Surely, I am not alone in this torment of 'what-ifs'. Surely, I am only this desperate because you are too. Surely, I am not in love on my own. Surely, you have thought about this too.
Sometimes, I dare to fantasise about us, and I truly commit to it. I picture myself coming home to you and leaving my bags on the kitchen counter after I take off my shoes in the entrance. I picture myself brushing my teeth next to you at night, and blushing, because you stare at me, and when I ask why, you reply with a simple ânothingâ, with adoring eyes. I picture myself falling asleep next to you in your parentâs house when we visit them in the weekend.
But, I already have that with someone, and so do you.
Am I awful? Are the tears on the paper enough evidence that I am not proud of thinking about you that way? Maybe the reason I daydream so often is because Iâm aware that our home can only reside in my mind.
James, sometimes it hurts. I keep telling myself that I must be mental, that all the love behind your eyes is platonic, but I know you enough, I think? And I see how you talk, and the way that you show people that you care. And yes, thereâs love behind your eyes with them, but I see longing behind them when we find each otherâs gaze. I see unspoken answers to questions we donât need to ask, because we know. We both know, donât we?Â
Iâm scared beyond my mind that time wonât heal us. Iâm scared that time will make us fall harder. Iâm scared I wonât just get a scrapped knee but a broken bone. Or a broken heart.Â
You will never read this letter. Maybe in our next life weâll meet each other sooner or with our hearts uncalled for, maybe distance won't be necessary. Maybe we won't allow our feelings to be caged, protected, separated, never close enough to touch.Â
So, I will say it, in the sanctity of my journal I will open the cage, just once, because I must admit it; I love you, James. I love you hopelessly, I fear. I love you, even if you are far from what I know I want. Because I shouldnât want you James, it doesnât make sense, it didnât a year ago and it still doesnât now. Iâm sorry, that non of us are brave enough to change or to try.Â
I love you, and that is why I will close the cage again, and I will throw away the key.Â
Hopefully yours one day,
R.A.B
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Rayllum Month 2024! (6/13)
i'm sorry that i couldn't always be your teenage dream
July 11th - Dream/Nightmare
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Callum was dreaming again, and it wasnât even a good one. It wasnât even original. It was the same old shit he thought heâd worked through, but apparently âshoving into an itty-bitty box in the corner of his mindâ didnât count as âworking through.â
Not being fast enough to catch Rayla as she fell, mangled body caught in a thorny bramble or never to surface again from the watery depths. Holding her as the life left her body because of something Aaravos had used him to do. Ezranâs blood blending into his shirt and Callum not having a clue he was dead until he found what should have been his pulse point and smelled the metallic scent of blood, Soren and Corvusâs necks slit as they died defending him. All because of him, because of the things heâd done for Rayla, because he just couldnât live without her, that had led to a continent-wide bloodbath.
At least heâd finally stopped dreaming about what had happened back on the Sea Legs. But emotional pain was arguably a million times worse than physical. But, hey; options to pick from, Soren wouldâve said in an attempt to cheer him up but ending up doing nothing of the sort. How had his life come to this, pain in every aspect of the word?
Callum wasnât sure at what point he woke up, when the horrors his brain so loved to produce stopped being from his subconscious and started to come from how he tortured himself.Â
Gradually, the world fading into focus but doing nothing to calm his racing heart, things became visible: His very first drawing of Rayla pinned up on his bulletin board across the room, a maroon tapestry patterned with swirling gold, teal covers over his too-hot body. Feeling and hearing came back next, and he dimly registered a hand stroking his hair, another loosely settled on his middle. Familiar callouses, familiar temperature, familiar body shapeâ Rayla without a doubt.
Callum clung onto that, onto that certainty that she was here, holding him and murmuring things into his hair that he couldnât make out but at least sounded vaguely soothing.
âRay-â His tongue felt heavy, like he didnât deserve to say her name. Callum didnât let himself finish her name or even start to say it again, simply desperately grasped the hand around his waist.
âIâm here. Youâre okay,â the elf soothed, squeezing his hand tight. âEverythingâs okay. Youâre safe, Iâm safe, Ez is safe. You have nothing to immediately worry about, I promise.â
Callum nodded, trying to letâ make himself believe it with those two blasted Dark Mages out there, that damn elf in the mirror. The prison so close it would be nothing for Aaravos to just- take hold of him again and set himself free. Gods, he might be sick.
He gripped her tightly, trying to calm his racing heart by focusing on the feeling of Raylaâs hands on him, her sweet voice humming some old calming tune.
âNot that Iâm complaining,â he said eventually, mouth dry, âbut why are you in my bed?â
He could hear the almost unnoticeable catch in her voice, loud as thunder to his trained ears, practically see her eyes drop down as she replied so softly, âI heard you crying out and stuff. I didnât want to wake you up, just⊠thought you could maybe use a hug.â
He pulled her hand around his waist, nestling further back into her, and felt her smile into his hair. "You thought right."
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#rayllum month#rayllum month 2024#rayllum#fanfic#fanfiction#my fic#the dragon prince#tdp#tdp fanfic#everyone in tdp: dear diary my teenage angst bullcrap has a body count#nightmare
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Falsas Desculpas - Background
4ÂȘ semana de outubro
Dick se viu em uma posição nada agradĂĄvel apĂłs retornarem da missĂŁo que colocou em risco Conner e Vic. Alfred, sendo a voz sĂĄbia da famĂlia, insistiu para que o jovem patrĂŁo conversasse com a senhorita Wayne e encontrasse uma forma de conviver bem com ela antes que houvesse mais problemas. Sinceramente, ele nĂŁo tinha vontade alguma de se encontrar com ela e se desculpar, mas se nĂŁo o fizesse, as coisas se complicariam ainda mais em relação a convivĂȘncia entre eles na Caverna e nas missĂ”es posteriores.
Caminhou pela Caverna até ficar frente a frente com a porta do quarto de Vic. Respirou fundo, olhou para os lados e resmungou antes de bater no metal e aguardar uma reposta. Na verdade, ele torcia para que não houvesse uma. Para que ela jå tivesse retornado a Gotham. Ao abrir a porta, Vic o encarou sem entender o que ele estava fazendo ali e não o deixou entrar. Não queria que ele entrasse em seu canto sagrado e muito menos que continuasse a fuçar suas atividades como vinha fazendo desde que ela havia colocado os pés ali.
- O que vocĂȘ quer? â Ela questionou.
- Vim pedir desculpas. â Dick respondeu de maneira seca.
- NĂŁo preciso de falsas desculpas, Dick. VocĂȘ nĂŁo gosta de mim, nĂŁo confia em mim, mas entenda uma coisa: nĂŁo preciso da sua aprovação para estar aqui. A aprovação que me importa, eu jĂĄ a tenho. Sinto sua energia e ela nĂŁo emana arrependimento.
- VocĂȘ nĂŁo sabe de nada sobre mim.
- Ă, eu nĂŁo sei. Mas poderia saber ao ler sua mente. â Victoria disse sorrindo. â A sua sorte Ă© que eu respeito sua privacidade. Quando quiser se desculpar de verdade, estarei aqui para te receber. JĂĄ estou acostumada a ser tratada como objeto e com desrespeito, mas manterei meu profissionalismo e farei o meu melhor para que vocĂȘ nĂŁo morra em uma missĂŁo assim como terei a mesma dedicação para com todos.
- EstĂĄ tentando contar pontos com o papai? â Disse com ironia. â Deixa-me te dizer uma coisa, ele decepciona a todos e vai te decepcionar tambĂ©m. â Vic revirou os olhos.
- Sabe do que vocĂȘ precisa? De terapia. DecepçÔes acontecem e vocĂȘ foi uma para mim, mas isso nĂŁo me impediu de conviver contigo e nem de te dar uma segunda chance. Apenas um aviso: se encostar mais uma vez um dedo sequer no meu pai, eu quebro a sua mĂŁo. Lide com as suas frustraçÔes de maneira racional e se tiver algum problema comigo, resolva comigo como dois adultos fariam.
- Bruce sabe que vocĂȘ ameaça pessoas? - Por quĂȘ? Vai correr e contar para o papai? â Riu com sarcasmo. â NĂŁo seja hipĂłcrita, Dick, atĂ© porque agora pareceu que quem quer contar pontos com ele Ă© vocĂȘ.
#batman#batfam#books#dc comics#damian wayne#dick grayson#jason todd#tim drake#projetocaos#bruce wayne#fanfic#fanfiction#dear diary#dc robin#red robin#red hood#gotham#victhecaosproject#vicprojetocaos#dc joker#batman x joker#coringa#dc universe#lex luthor
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/53432845/chapters/143045854
Chapter 11 (how did this get so long) of my crazy dreams story is posted! Aka Carmy gets to know Bryan. I think I maybe only have one more chapter to go!
#sydcarmy#the bear#sydcarmy fic#sydney adamu#the bear fic#sydcarmy fanfic#carmy berzatto#the bear fanfiction#crazy sex dreams#but itâs actually not really about that#well it is but it isnât#dear diary
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Okay guys Iâm done with the fanfic plan, I finally know exactly where the fic is going, I wrote two chapters and I want to write at least the first five chapters so that I can give you something regularly !!! This will be about 20 chapters, not that long, and I just hope youâll like it đ„čđ„č itâs coming soon I promise !!!
#dear diary#fanfiction#deadpool and wolverine#fandom#ao3#fanfic#marvel cinematic universe#logan howlett x reader#logan howlett x you#logan howlett imagine#deadpool x reader#deadpool fanfiction#deadpool 3#marvel fanfiction#mcu fanfiction
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I wish I could have someone to rant about my hyperfixation to, cause apparently no one wants to hear me talk about American rock band my chemical romance, good omens and ao3
#dear diary#kinda depressing#ao3 fanfic#mcr#my chemical fucking romance#my chemical romance#good omens#good omens 2#david tennant#michael sheen#mcr gerard#mcr 2023#mcr frank#mcr ray#mcr mikey#ao3
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mood do dia: escrevendo fanfic đđ€âđ»đ
acho que hoje/na madrugada vem algo aĂ hein hein hein
#ౚà§â Śâ . dear diary#a vdd Ă© que a faculdade me enrolou toda esses dias e eu nĂŁo consegui terminar o que comecei#e hoje ainda passei um INFERNO com uma apresentação#porque uma corna mansa avisou que nĂŁo ia apresentar faltando 3h pra aula começae#pode parecer muito mas na vdd nĂŁo Ă© tĂĄ#tive que fazer correndo um material pra apresentar na hora#e minha amiga teve que estudar a parte da songamonga#isso pq OUTRA menina do grupo tambĂ©m avisou de madrugada que nĂŁo iria apresentar pq tava na emergĂȘncia#enfim foi CAĂTICO#desculpa o desabafo eu tĂŽ guardando isso desde cedo đ©âđ»#beijos irei escrever fanfic agora đđŠŽ
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Seems like this is page 1. Wow, 1989âŠ
#fanart#losers club#it chapter 2#it chapter one#it#reddie#richie tozier#dear trash diary#dear trash(mouth) diary#itâs giving dear dumb diary#fanfic blog#fan blog#fanfic
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â đ spending christmas with percy
so ur spending the holidays with percy, which means ur staying with sally, paul, and estelle
sally is fawning over you and basically being the best ever; she makes you cookies and makes your fave foods and is generally just <3 best mom ever
estelle is stealing you away from percy and showing you all her toys <3 you two manage to get sallys makeup (aka she was like "give her a makeover <3") and some clothes of hers/percy's and put on a fashion show!
she's made you a macaroni necklace :( percy has a matching one :(
percys arm is around you as you two watch a christmas movie with sally, paul, and estelle and he's rubbing circles on your shoulder
every few seconds he reaches over to grab popcorn from the bowl in ur lap and he uses it as an excuse to press a kiss to your cheek or your temple
when you guys open gifts, you two are just laughing along with sally and paul as she runs around handing people their gifts
every time she gets a gift she's like :D and presses a kith to whoever the gifter is and she's like "thank youuuuuu so much!!!!"
estelle is adorable <3
when percy hands you his gift hes so cute ab it :( "babe, i got you this!! open it open it!!"
will ask you if you like it :( say yes
when you give him his gift from u hes like ":( babe u shouldn't have!! i already have you, i dont need anything else <3" and kisses you multiple times in thanks :)
anyways fast forward to christmas day:
estelle wakes you both up by screeching "PERCY YN SANTA CAME!! THERES PRESENTS!!"
percy laughs as she drags you out of bed and into the living room! where there are presents under the tree!!
estelle is giggling as she tears open the wrapping to all her presents and shrieks when she gets the ariel dress she wanted <3
she goes over to you two, hands you a box, and is like "this ones for youuu :)) i wonder what it could be :))"
you open it and its the book you've been wanting!!
"aww, stella, how'd you know i wanted this?? thank you angel!!"
she smiles, showing off her missing front tooth, and points at percy. "helped me :))"
"aw, perce. thank you <3"
he kisses ur forehead and turns back to watch estelle rush into the kitchen to get a gingerbread cookie from sally.
"anything for you, honey."
#percy jackson x reader#percy jackson#percy jackson headcanon#hoo#hoo x reader#pjo#pjo x reader#pjo fanfic#percy jackson x you#percy jackson x y/n#percy jackon and the olympians#[đ§ž] dear diary
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hi, meet the dear little witch-verse. Right now, only the prologue is shared but more to come.
dear little witch: Bonnie Bennett has held plenty of titles. A daughter, friend, teen witch, and a former wife. The most important one to her now was mother and business owner. She earned this life for herself and would be damned if she lost. A witchâs premonition is nothing to ignore. Bonnie values her life away from Mystic Falls and returning wasnât likely for her until her daughterâs safety was compromised. The Salvatore Boarding School would change everything for the Bennett witches. Secrets will unfold and time can only tell whatâs to come next. Hope Mikaelson wonât be the only one with her world turned upside down. Family is forever, whether anyone likes it or not. Everything is done in the name of family. -an au of TVD/TO post season 8 & 4 of TO.
You might remember a bit of this AU from here.
#bonnie bennett#klaus mikaelson#Bonnie x Klaus#Klaus x Bonnie#klonnie#dear little witch#driawrites#the originals#the vampire diaries#hope mikaelson#tvd fic#the vampire diaries fanfic
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