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[thefeverburningalive]

ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ 𝖳𝖾𝗇 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖨 𝖧𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖠𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖸𝗈𝗎.

billie eilish x f!reader

chapter one

summary: due to the recent new rule given to your sister by your father, some meddling parties decide the easiest way to get you to date is by paying somebody to take you out. who better to do so then the hot mysterious delinquent?

a/n: hii omg first series! if you haven’t seen the actual movie 10 things i hate about you i totally recommend it’s so cute and i love it sm:) clearly i love it sm i wrote a fic about it! this first part is more of a set up for the rest of the series but it’ll be so so worth itttt. anyways yeah i hope you guys love it feel free to comment or anything and lmk if you’re interested in a tag list!! mwah<3

genre: slow burn, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, enemies(ish) to lovers, lowk fboy billie but not actually, eventual topics of drinking & high school parties

warnings: none!

word count: 2.4k

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“okay then,, what did everyone think of ‘the sun also rises’?” the voice of mr. morgan echos throughout the classroom. soon after a bubbly red head girl speaks up. “i loved it! it was soooo romantic.” romantic? what a joke. you had read the same work of literature of course, along with a plethora of others. the average student didn’t do half as much reaserch as you do, going out of your way to read the very works of hemingway, shakespeare and others. not only did you read their works but you studied their lives. did this girl even know anything about hemingway?? men like him don’t know anything about love- much like every other person. you had no patience for this today. “romantic? hemingway?! he was an abusive alcoholic misogynist who squandered half his life hanging around picasso trying to nail his leftovers.” as the people around you roll their eyes, you couldn’t care less. you’re a women with strong beliefs and opinions, you had the right to express whatever you wanted. especially when you’re right. of course right on time your least favorite person decided to now speak his own mind. joey donner. the air headed, pretentious, self centered, jock, who took every advance he could get his hands on to get under your skin. not only that but he’d also been seen hanging around your sister. “as apposed to being a self-righteous hag who has no friends?” you refused to even look his direction. you had no issues with how you are, it’s how you’ve always been. making friends with mindless hormone filled teenagers was a complete waste of your time, besides, you in-fact had one friend. the rest of the class snickers and giggles while joey gets a fist bump from one of his other jock buddies. how could someone applaud his behavior? “i guess in this society being male and an asshole makes you worthy of our time. what about sylvia plath? or charlotte bronte? or simone de beauviour?” you started to raise your voice, trying to be heard over the nonsense being said around the class. unfortunately, your comment only causes more uproar and mockery. “hey! hey!!” mr. morgan tries to regain the attention of the class as joey raises his hand. “um mr. morgan is there any chance we could get y/n to take her mydol before she comes to class?” you where now fuming. you couldn’t even focus on anything else the teacher continued to say, even if he was putting joey in his place. this is why you can’t stand the thought of love or romance. it causes nothing but issues, even when it’s only being discussed. your attention is grasped once again when mr. morgan now turns to you. “y/n. thank you for your point of view-“ you start to smirk. “-i know how difficult it must be for you to overcome all those years of upper middle class suburban oppression. must be tough” within a split second your smirk deflates and turns into a scoff. so just because you grew up comfortable means you can’t understand the bullshit that goes on in society?? what bullshit.

before you knew it the end of the day was here. you arrived back at home a few minutes before your sister, bianca. bianca was the complete opposite of you. take away the fact that she’s two years younger than you, she was bubbly, friendly, popular, liked, and very ‘cutsey’. to say you two didn’t always get along was an understatement. as you walked through the living room your father sparks conversation. “hello y/n. make anyone cry today?” he speaks with a generally monotoned voice while reading the news paper, a slight smirk decorating his face. “sadly no, buuut it’s only 4:30.” joking around with your dad was always one of the highlights of your day. soon after your remark your sister skips through the door. “hi daddy!” bianca tries to continue to skip passed the entire encounter. but of course you weren’t going to let her do that. “and where have you been?” you say with a sarcastically bubbly tone. you’re met with a sour glare as she claims she’d been ‘nowhere’. “hey dad why don’t you ask bianca who drove her home today?” your dad suddenly snaps out of his probably boring newspaper. “who drove you home??” hah. busted. that’s what she gets for hanging around joey. he’s no good and you just want to protect her. “now don’t be upset daddy, but there is this boy..” you cut her off before she even gets to finish. “-who’s a flaming imbecile!” bianca gives you a glare. “and i think he’s gonna ask me out!” that’s all your father had to hear before he starts to go on a rant about boys and dating. your dad had always been very very clear about dating in high school, making the number one rule of the house ‘no dating till you graduate’. “can we just focus on me for a second please? i am literally the only girl in high school who’s not dating!!” you sit back with your arms crossed on the couch listening to the two of them go back and fourth. it was honestly very amusing. “oh no you’re not, your sister doesn’t date.” this makes bianca throw her arms up in frustration. “y/n’s a freak! she comes from planet loser!” ouch? well if she was going to insult you it was fair game to insult back. you stand up, taking a step closer. “at least i don’t act like some bimbo prancing around going ‘oo look at me look at me!!’” at that point your dad steps between the two of you before she could even rebuttal. “how about this, old rule out new rule in..” he turns to bianca. “you can date..” he stops and looks over at you. “..when she does!” well- there goes bianca’s chances of going on a date for the rest of her life. “but she’s a mutant! what if she never dates?!” the question makes your father audibly laugh as he starts to leave the house, most likely on his way to a shift at the hospital. bianca looks at you with a grunt and storms off to her room.

the next day

bianca sits in the library pissed off, waiting for her french tutor, cameron. as soon as he arrives she sits up. “hey soo can we make this quick? theres gonna be a huge public break up in the quad in like 15 minutes.” bianca could care less about learning french. if she couldn’t date she at least still wanted to stay in the ‘it’ crowd. “oh uhm yeah sure.. but i was thinking i- uhm- maybe french food-? like me and you? sometime?” the nervous boy fiddles with his organized binder infront of him. “i-i know your dad doesn’t let you date.. but uhm- i thought that if it was for french class..” his nervous sentance sparks an idea inside of bianca. “wait a minute- my dad just came up with a new rule. i can date when my sister does!” the boy infront of her suddenly shakes off his nervous demeanor and starts to get excited. “oh! well in that case! how do you feel about italian food?” bianca puts her hands down on the desk that seperates the two. “slow your roll buddy. minor issue at hand with that. if you hadn’t heard, my sister is a particularly ridiculous breed of loser. she just doesn’t do relationships. i have no idea why. she used to be popular a couple years ago but then she just like- got tired of it or something. some people say it’s cause she’s like a girl lover or something but im pretty sure she’s just incapable of human interaction. plus, shes a bitch.” cameron takes a minute to take in all of what bianca’s just told him, the gears turning in his head to try and piece together a plan of action. “well i mean, there’s gotta be someone into her.. aggressive.. personality?” bianca then puts her hand over his. “you’d really try and find someone to date her for me?” she bats her prissy little eyelashes at him, inevitably making him blush. “y-yeah sure thing.” and with that bianca says her thank you and goodbye and exists the empty library.

unfortunately for cameron, the task of finding a date for y/n stratford was farthest thing from easy. after about an hour of going around asking, and getting a lot of negative backlash, he starts to lose hope. “this is hopeless dude. everyone thinks she’s like evil or something!” he groans sitting down next to his friend on a bench outside. “no no cam listen- you’re just not looking for the right type of person. look at her.” he then points to none other than billie o���connell. she was leaning against a wall, cigarette in hand, conversing with her friend zoe. billie was known as a delinquent. she skipped class, smoked cigarettes, disobeyed most instructions, and didn’t give a damn what other people said. she was the perfect candidate. she was hot- there was no denying that. she was also known for being a huge flirt with the ladies. if anyone was up to the task, it was billie. “ok that’s great but also she’s scary.. and how do we know she’ll even do it? she seems like the type of person to only do things for herself.” cameron makes a valid point, to which his friend micheal puts an arm around him. “you have to learn how to play the game my friend. if there’s one thing all outcasts want, it’s money. now obviously we don’t have any- but if we had a backer then we could get someone else to pay billie thinking that he’s gonna get to be with bianca but in reality you sweep in and steal her away!” as crazy as the planned sounded, it was pretty solid. especially since joey had shown special interest in bianca and definitely had money to spare. after some sweet talking and convincing, cameron and micheal successfully convince joey to take part in their scheme. all joey had to do was ask billie. “yo. o’connell.” joey approaches billie and zoe while they sit out in one of the many courtyards the school has to offer. billie glances at joey, noticing him walking over. she fixes her navy blue baseball cap and smirks. “sorry big shot, i don’t swing that way.” her and zoe chuckle while joey rolls his eyes. “real funny. listen. i’ve got a proposition for you.” billie listens, showing no expression on her face. “see that girl over there? that’s y/n stratford. i want you to go out with her.” billie lets out a hearty laugh, even leaning her head back as she continues to keep her arms crossed and legs spread out. billie’s display of laughter aggravates joey, he lets out a sigh and continues to speak. “look i can’t take her sister out until y/n dates. and she’s impossible. i’ll compensate you for the favor.” the word ‘compensate’ makes billie’s ears turn on, she leans her elbows onto her knees and interlocks her hands. “and how much are you offering exactly?” she glares up at him, asserting her dominance. “twenty bucks.” billie scoffs. “ok fine- thirty bucks.” joey adds on, making billie catch onto his desperation. she then stands up, putting her hands in the pockets of her baggy janco jeans. “well let’s think about this. we go and see a movie and that’s uh- twenty five bucks. we get popcorn and snacks and shit and that brings us to about fifty. then of course she’ll want a drink to wash down the junk food, and by the end of the night you’re looking at about seventy five bucks.” the jock crosses his arms and takes a step closer to billie. “this ain’t a negotiation. take it or leave it.” billie smiles and sighs, glancing over at zoe, then back at joey. “fifty bucks and we’ve got a deal.” and before anyone knew it, joey was taking a fifty dollar bill out of his wallet and aggressively slamming it into billie’s hand.

you’re on the soccer field, sitting down on one of the benches as you get ready to leave practice. you start to change out of your cleats as you feel a presence approach you. “well hey there mamas. how ya doin’?” the sound of billie’s voice, along with the stink of her lit cigarette, pulls you up from what you where previously doing. you take a moment to look her up and down. she’s wearing a bright yellow jersey for some team you didn’t recognize. she paired it with some baggy jeans, beat up nikes, and a navy blue la baseball cap, her neck decorated with various necklaces and chains. you didn’t know much about her, aside from her name and the fact that she was sort of a rebel. after the brief observation, you raise an eyebrow in question at her before answering her question. “sweating like a pig actually. and you?” your tone was a mix between condescending, cocky, and unamused with a bit of sarcasm- your usual tone. billie chuckles and puts out her cigarette. “now there’s a way to get a girl attention, huh?” the comment makes you cringe. that’s the last thing you want. you respond as you roll your eyes. “my mission in life. but obviously i struck your fancy so as you see it works.” the annoyance and sarcasm where basically leaking out of your pores. you grab your soccer bag and start to walk away. of course, billie starts to follow you. “pick you up friday then?” you’re somewhat shocked at her boldness, and her persistence- you’re still annoyed either way though. “oh yeah. friday. of course” you start to speed up your walk and head toward the student parking lot. billie eventually stops following you, taking a moment to just observe you. yes you are a bitch, there was no denying that. you’re dismissive, arrogant, closed off- but you’re also smart. confusing. beautiful. a puzzle for billie to try and solve. and billie is always up for a challenge, especially when there’s money involved.

to be continued..

[iamgonnagetyouback]

Hey, Ivy! How are you? I saw your requests are open, so, could you do some headcanons of barty crouch jr with an artist!reader? Like, a reader who paints, dance, sings, plays instruments, just an artist!reader and barty supporting her?

Anyways, bye! Kiss <3

barty crouch jr x artist!reader headcannons ⭑.ᐟ

author's note: thank you so much for requesting doll ♡ i hope you like them ۶ৎ mwah ‹𝟹

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ barty crouch jr who lets you paint on his arms when you need a break, tiny little doodles or full-on intricate designs, and he refuses to wash them off until they fade on their own

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ barty crouch jr who, despite his usual impatience, will sit still for hours if you ask to sketch him, letting you tilt his face however you want, eyes locked on you the entire time

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ barty crouch jr who tugs you into his lap while you paint, chin hooked over your shoulder, his breath warm against your skin as he watches every stroke like it’s the most important thing in the world

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ barty crouch jr who lets you smear paint on his cheeks just to see you giggle, his nose scrunching up all cute before he nuzzles against you and gets it on your face too

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ barty crouch jr who twirls you around in the middle of a room just because he likes the way you laugh when he does it, your dress swishing, your hair floating, like you’re something out of a dream

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ barty crouch jr who will absolutely carry you bridal style if you practice dancing too much and your feet start hurting, tsking all dramatic like, “my poor little treasure, so delicate, so fragile” but he’s smiling the whole time

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ barty crouch jr who learns to play your favorite song on whatever instrument you love most, fingers clumsy but determined, just so he can surprise you with it one day

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ barty crouch jr who lets you doodle on his hands with ink, sitting perfectly still while you work, and then absolutely refuses to wash it off until it fades on its own

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ barty crouch jr who keeps every single scrap of art you give him, whether it’s a full painting or a napkin doodle, all tucked away like they’re treasures (because to him, they are)

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ barty crouch jr who, if he sees someone not paying attention when you perform, will absolutely glare at them like they just committed the worst crime in existence (“don’t they know they’re in the presence of a goddess?”)

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ barty crouch jr who claps the loudest, whistles the sharpest, and yells “that's my girl!” even if it gets him scolded, because he thinks the world should know just how brilliant you are

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ barty crouch jr who lets you put his hands on your waist and teach him to dance properly, and even though he grumbles about it, he secretly loves how you guide him, your fingers laced with his, your voice all sweet and patient

© iamgonnagetyouback ⋆.˚ please do not copy, translate, or repost any of my work.

[starpoweredv1b]

HIIII!!!! This is muscle mommy anon rawr. Thank you for answering my ask <333

Anywaysss, my grandma forcefed me rotten eggs so I lack the motivation for 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 seggs and I don't feel so well but the thought of missing class makes ke wanna kms

SPEAKING OF CLASS! Erm, imagine the LLs as teachers and you're just a student with so much troublemaker tendencies yet 0 social skills so the teachers helped them when they're too shy to ask for help from other students! Tampons/pads, bandages, painkillers, hoodies, etc etc.

You view them as father figures but they view you as their little girlfriend. Their cute cute miniscule little girlfriend who needs to be pampered and locked up in a nice pastel pink cage with all the soft pillows your scoliosis needs <3

I noticed you loveee fwb aus so let me propose you one!! What if, instead of living for centuries, the LLs died and reincarnated over and over again just to fulfill a promise with the original MC. We met one of them and is in a relationship with them on their 1st reincarnation, and they promised us that they'll be lovers again in the next one. But the LLs only remember the ogMC on the 2nd reincarnation and forward. Currently, we're still chasing after them, but since they're pursuing MC, we can only be their fwb until MC finally got together with them (do whatever u want w/ this prompt tbh teehee)

At first I was going to erm, send an ask about MC applying lip gloss so slowly it's almost sensual but that's boring so have these!!! Maybe you'll gain inspiration mwah

xoxo, not-freaky-anon<3

hi not-freaky-anon!! your muscle mommy ask was a banger i loved it to bits ♡ also so sorry to hear that you're still unwell hope you feel better soon and that rotten eggs will never cross your path ever again. also why, grandma?? 😭hope catching up with classes go smoothly for you! love you and you got this 🫶 thank you so much for the ask and don't be afraid to send anything at all the lipgloss sounds hot 🫠

you read my mind for the fwb thing. i actually adore this trope so bad like nobody gets it!! i love fwb aus with angst and yearning and drama!!! this is definitely on my list of to-writes for the lads boys 🙂‍↕️

the first half of this being heavyyyyyy on corruption kink and daddy issues is so yum? like i lovedddd this so much. i think the LI's viewing them as their little girlfriend is so hot like can you imagine them using how close you stood to them, or the way your clothes ride up when you stretch a little too comfortably, as jerk off material when they're alone.

fisting their cocks hard and fast, wishing it was your hand instead. or your pretty tongue and tight throat stretching to accommodate them because let's face it, they are the closest thing you're gonna get to an experience with a real man. so deluded by their own fantasies that when you actually look weirded out by their confession, they had no choice but to put you in a cage of your favourite colour!! fully accessorised and customised to your comfort and liking of course.

you're troubled because nobody had ever cared enough to stick around and give you the love that you need. so why not just give in? you can say no or be as hesitant as you want but as soon as you get cock drunk, begging them to thrust harder into your deliciously tight squelchy walls, they'd feel reassured that this was what you've always wanted too. always too shy to ask for more when you deserve nothing less than the world on a platter :(

[soneybeee]

Hi! I was wondering if I could ask you for an SFW from Stardew Valley, Shane X Female Reader. I would love something romantic and fluffy with a Shane who is not used to receiving so much love from his new girlfriend. Maybe a theme of insecurity and depression. Btw, I have the hc of Chubby Shane. 👉👈.

Summary: After seeing the way you treat Jas, Shane falls even deeper in love. The only problem is he's not sure he deserves how much you reciprocate it.

Shane x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Fluff :3 Anxious thoughts, depression, insecurities, and a mention of alcohol.

A/N: chubby shane canon idcccc!! he's such a cutie patootie, thank you for the request <3 !! i'm so sorry it's so short 😵‍💫 school has not been kind to me this week and it's only monday loll!!

“Shane, Shane!” Jas skips up to her godfather, grinning from ear to ear, strawberry ice cream smeared all around her mouth. “Look what Y/N bought me!”

Shane can’t help but smile with fondness and a hint of exhaustion. He licks the pad of his thumb and starts cleaning up the little girl’s face. “Ooh, ice cream? Can I have some?”

You start to catch up, holding the little purse that Jas has gained the habit of carrying with her everywhere. It’s filled with bits and bobs and lucky pennies she picked up off the ground in town while playing with Vincent. Secretly, you planted some of them face up just to hear her explain how that means they’re lucky. She tells you every time she sees you, completely forgetting you’ve heard it all from her many times before.

“No, you can’t!” Jas giggles, protectively pulling the ice cream cone closer to her chest. “Y/N bought it for me! If you want ice cream, you have to ask her for your own!”

Shane looks up at you. God, you’re beautiful. You just shine, no matter where you are. Your eyes are dazzling, second only to your smile. 

“I don’t have any more ice cream money.” You murmur, squatting down next to the pair. You greet Shane with a kiss on the cheek.

Jas hesitates, giving a thoughtful lick to her pink ice cream - It’s the same color as your piggies! “I guess you can use some of my lucky pennies.”

You ruffle her hair. “I’m kidding, honey. You keep your pennies. Maybe someday soon you’ll have enough to buy your own ice cream, hm?”

She pouts and walks off, headed for the front door to tell Marnie about your good deed. 

“She loves you,” Shane whispers, in awe. How did he get so lucky? Seriously, what could he have possibly done - In this life or a previous one - That earned him the good karma that is you? “I love you.”

Mwah. “I love you more.”

“Mm,” He hums, debating if he wants to make this an argument. He does. “I don’t think you do.”

You stand up and he follows, his knees popping. The two of you share a chuckle, and then you’re being embraced. 

Shane gives the best hugs. He holds you tight and he doesn’t let you go until you’re squirming and frantically tapping his back, complaining that you can’t breathe. But in those moments where the lack of oxygen has yet to set in, you’re on cloud nine. Sometimes he rubs your back or pets your hair - When he’s feeling mischievous, he might give your butt a little pinch. He loves the way you giggle and scold him in that soft, dreamy tone. It’s heaven on Earth. Heaven, right here in Stardew Valley, and it’s just you.

That’s when the insecurity creeps in. He thinks the world - More than the world, everything - of you, but what if that’s not how you feel about him? What if he’s just somebody you’re pitying? Do you think he’s someone in need of pity? 

What if you think he needs to lose weight? Do you think it’s weird he goes to the beach with a shirt on? He’s cut way down on his drinking, but what if you still think it’s too much? Is it lame that he works at JojaMart? Is it weird that he’s living with his aunt? Does he smell like a chicken? What if you-

“Shane,” You gently cradle his face in one of your hands. He leans into it like a cat - Is that too clingy? Pathetic? “What’s on your mind, lovely?”

He just… Stares at you. For a long moment. You’re so pretty. So pretty.

“You’re good with her,” He mumbles. “With Jas.”

“Yeah?” You stroke your thumb along his cheekbone. It’s not defined like Timothee Chalamet or Benedict Cumberbatch, but it doesn’t need to be. You adore the squish of his face. “So are you.”

“Not like you are,” He moves his arms lower, letting your hips act as a little shelf as he holds your waist. You just fit so perfectly. “You’re just…”

You lean in and kiss him. Just because he’s pretty, and you love him more than anything. You rub your nose against his before you pull away, smiling brightly. 

“You’re so handsome, Shane,” You murmur, bringing your other hand up to the other side of his face, admiring him. “I’m so lucky.”

Oh, he could cry. He might cry. It’s so incredible, the way you always know what to say to counteract the flurry of thoughts in his brain. You don’t need to comfort him with a declaration of love and an argument to every insecurity, you just say one little thing that shows him you do feel the same, even when he thinks he doesn’t deserve it. It’s so easy for him to get stuck in his head, convincing himself you’re too good for someone like him. It’s easy to think you deserve more than him, because you deserve the world - The stars, the galaxy, the other galaxies - But it’s a lot harder to understand that, to you, he is the world. He’s your world.

“I’m luckier.” He grins, tickling your sides so you get distracted laughing and forget to argue.

Of course, it works. Shane knows you too well.

“Stop,” You whine, squirming like a worm on a string in his arms. “I hate you!”

He pulls you close again, burying his nose in your hair. You smell like summer. Like oranges and salt and the juiciest peaches, the ones you always bring to Marnie’s house before you sell the rest so he and Jas can have the best ones. “You love me.”

He says it and, for the very first time, he doesn’t doubt it at all. 

“I do,” You kiss his face, not aiming for anywhere particular, just smooching anywhere and everywhere you can reach. “I love you to the moon and back.” Shane wants to tell you he loves you triple that, that he loves you all the way around the solar system, that he loves you more than anyone has ever loved anyone or anything before. 

But he doesn’t. Instead, he just revels in your love. Not everything needs to be a competition. And he’s pretty sure you know he loves you that much.

He squeezes you tightly, picking you up off the ground and swinging you back and forth. He can’t contain himself when he’s near you. He just wants to put you in his pocket or sew himself to you so the two of you never have to part ways ever again.

You’re both so lucky.

[nekrosmos]

They're going on a date 👍​

[marthworks]

OMG SOUPY THANK YOU SO MUCH AAAAAH I LOVE HIM SO DEARLY HE'S PRECIOUS 🥺💖💖

Gift for @marthworks!! Merry Christmas!

Featuring Puzzle, their favorite Link from my AU

[preciouslittle-bhaalbabe]

...I need to get Tomies tiefling ass to act III I am going to take SO MANY PICTURES. THIS IS JUST THE MAIN SCREEN. IT LOOKS SO GOOD.

[murdleandmarot]

@mysticalcats I know you’ve already seen foxglove but I just wanted to make sure he was included :)

Also Bluebelle for those who are fans <3

[teddybeartoji]

HAPPY HAPPYHAPPY BIRTHDAY @unriding EVIE MY LOVEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!! I'M SORRY I'M A BIT LATE BUT I JUST WANTED TO SAY HOW MUCH I LOVE YOUUUUU!!!!!!!!! SEEING YOU ON DASH ALWAYS BRIGHTENS MY DAY YOU ARE ONE OF THEE MOST WONDERFUL PEOPLE I HAVE EVER MET AAAND I'M JUST SO VERY GLAD TO BE HERE AT THE SAME TIME AS YOU!!!!! I WILL PERSONALLY BE COMING OVER TO HAND YOU THE SUN AND THE MOON AND EACH AND EVERY SINGLE STAR IN THE SKY BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT YOU DESERVE SWEETHEART!!!!! I HOPE YOUR DAY HAS BEEN GOING WELL I HOPE YOU'VE BEEN SMILING AND LAUGHING AND ENJOYING YOURSELF!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOUUUUUUUU<333333333333

[hidey-writes]

Day After Day | 日复一日

25k | T | Weilan | Case Fic, Undercover Married, Grief

Shen Wei swallows. “And this is why you asked me to—” he makes a vague gesture that means go undercover as your husband “—pretend with you.” Zhao Yunlan comes to a stop, eyes on Shen Wei. “That’s why the cover is a married couple. The reason I’m asking you is because there are no other options for people to go undercover with.” Shen Wei scoffs to give himself an excuse to look away. “You certainly know how to flatter someone, Zhao Yunlan.” Or: Four Haixingren disappear for two months after a stay at a romantic mountain retreat. Shen Wei and Zhao Yunlan book a weekend there to find out what happened.

it's finally here!!! my beloved fic for the 520 day guardian reverse exchange! this was written for trobadora, who gave me the most delicious set of ideas to fit into a story. it was so fun.

i have no idea how to describe this fic, frankly - this is, hands down, the most complex and most heartwrenching and most incredible thing i've ever written in my entire life.

here is a list of some things in it: a kiss, a mystery, a change of heart. old chinese people, dark energy world-building, lesbians, big-time character parallels, forgery of documents, rainstorms, rowboats, lollipop symbolism, [redacted], bedsharing, grading, the stupidest undercover name ever. zhao yunlan described with so many light metaphors. shen wei being the most shen wei i could make him.

read Day After Day | 日复一日 on ao3 here!

[indiestsnake]

so this fucken happened

I’m like a broken record here what do I even say. how- how do I express. I didn’t even know if this fic would break 100 kudos.

what

the

FU-

[kamii-2]

THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR 800+ FOLLOWERS!!!!!

[billysgun]

AHHHHH AHHH AHHH AHHHH AHHH OMG OMG OMG OMG YOU GUYS? YOU GUYS. YOU GUYS! WE HIT 1000 FOLLOWERS OMG!!!!!!! I CAN'T DESCRIBE HOW GRATEFUL I AM TO ALL OF YOU, I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH, AND OMG MWAHH MWAHH MWAHH!! THANK YOU FOR SUPPORTING ME, I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH AND I CANT WAIT TO MAKE MORE FICS FOR YOU ALL, HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!! 😭🫶 🥳❤️ 🥺💞

[satoruxx]

VAMPIRE SASHISU X READER O H LORDDDD I AM READY

TIGERKJNA.SNSKEKRNLOOOEWK??!

MORE WOLFTOJI?!2??2? yayayayayayayayayyy i’m so excited yippee

my reblog button is afraid of you and this list

VAMPIRE SASHISUUUU!!!!! the obsession has never died :33 love my three blood obsessed lil freaks (affectionate)

HONESTLY tiger!kuna was NOT on my list of plans but so many people asked about him so i feel like i should deliver??? it wont be anything long but i think i can manage a lil drabble :33

and OFC WOLF!TOJI LIKE I COULD EVER DITCH HIM!!!!!! part five is taking me forever to write but at least toji and reader will be getting a lil closer (plus a shit ton of random pining and toji wanting to lovingly eat you again what a freak)

you and your reblog button are my absolute faves every time i see you pop up in my notifs i start giggling and kicking my feet mhm <333

ILY SAGE :333

ask me about my wips !!

[svnflowermoon]

HOLY SHITTT 1.8K THIS IS INSANE????

[peppermintmochafem]

I started domming and topping like ~2 years ago and I'm thinking about how much more confident I am as a domme so like just imagine how much more confident I will be as a domme and as a sadist next year!!