#I really hope you enjoy this I wasn't sure how well I wrote being plus sized and being bullied etc but I hope youlike iy

[multi-fandomsfreak]

Hiya, i saw ur requests are open and that you write for sonic series, so i was wondering if you could write sonic boom!shadow x fem!hedgehog reader? You can make up the story, and what happens! But i have to ask if it can be fluff. I read a little to much angst today cant handle more😭

I looove shadow sm, all and any shadow😆

Thanks! Drink,eat , sleep, shower

-Monty 🦔

Boom!Shadow Fluff HC’s With Fem!Hedgehog Reader

Hey there! Thanks for the ask!

I don’t know why but as soon as I saw this request was to have Shadow be in a hugging session with reader. Don’t know why but that was the first thought I had when I saw that you wanted fluff (by the way I kind of wrote this to at least be platonic but some views can be considered romantic in a way. You can view it as whatever). Plus that boy does deserve a hug, regardless of which Shadow it is. Also sorry if this is a bit shorter than my regular ones. Anyways, hope you like this. ~Blaze/Dawn

Pronouns: She/Her (Or At Least Fem Intended Since I Only Used She/Her Once)

Warning: ❌

Requested: Yes/No

Characters: Shadow + Mentions Of The Other Sonic Crew

Proofread: ❌

Credits: Icon by punkmp4 on Pinterest + Banner by emiljjj on Pinterest

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- ‘God today has been overwhelming’ Shadow thought to himself, his face clearly showing annoyance. Honestly he wasn't sure how long he could deal with another presence. The only thing that was currently on his mind and the only reason he even bothered to put up with the others was seeing you. A while ago he found himself becoming fond of you in his own brooding way. Normally he wouldn’t consider himself getting close with anyone especially since he’s known for being a loner but as he manages to spot you more often due to you often hanging out with that stupid hedgehog sonic and his friends he couldn’t help but get drawn towards you. It’s like you had some sort of aura about you that made him drawn to you. So he decided to hang out with you much to your surprise at him wanting to be around you but you weren’t going to complain.

- You’re the only person he actually tolerates out of everyone he knows. To him Sonic is too annoying, Tails is alright in a way but still isn’t too fond of him, Knuckles isn’t that smart, Amy is also alright he just doesn’t hang out with her too much so he doesn’t have that much of a bond with her and he just finds Sticks batshit crazy. So with you it’s like he’s getting some fresh air after being stuck in a room for hours. He actually enjoys being around you, you won’t get him to outright admit it but in a way you can tell he does because he treats you way differently compared to the others which doesn’t go unnoticed by them.

- Some of them actually find it cute (Mostly Amy) and some of them like to tease Shadow about (Most probably either Sonic or Knuckles) but you don’t mind it. You actually find it cute in a way as well. Managing to break his standoffish persona. Undeniably he kind of has a soft spot for. Often he finds himself getting defensive when someone like Sonic teases him for his said soft spot. Like Sonic could be saying stuff like “You really like her don’t you Shadow” which causes Shadow to tell him to shut up.

- Everytime he has a shit day or just wants to decompress he finds himself thinking of you. He could just be in a grumpy mood then he just sighs to himself and thinks to himself ‘I’m going to see [Name]’. It’s like his brain just automatically thinks of going to you as soon as he experiences a single bad emotion. He knows that you won’t judge which admittedly makes him happy inside. Honestly after having others getting on his nerves he rather have someone who knows how to calm him down. Honestly, this dude has so much built in anger it’s unbelievable.

- Eventually, after enough walking he managed to arrive at your place and immediately felt some sort of weight being lifted off of his shoulders. He knocked on the door crossing his arms waiting for you to open the door. He then saw the door crack open and saw the familiar hedgehog he actually likes. “Oh hey Shadow!” You said, happy to see your buddy again “what are you doing here?” You asked before he answered “apologies for interrupting you but is it alright if I stay here for a bit?” He asked to which you happily let him in.

- As soon as you sat down you found him following you before plopping himself head down into your lap “had another one of those days huh?” You asked slightly chuckling before placing a hand on his head “you have no idea. I swear that damn hedgehog is out to purposely ruin my day.” He grumbled as he felt himself softening while having your hands running through his quills “oh come on he’s not that bad you know?” You could hear Shadow slightly snorting to himself before replying “you hang out with him, your used to his idiocy” you chuckled at his answer before continuing to play with his quills, occasionally seeing him nuzzle his head in your lap even letting out some noises indicating that he was enjoying the attention he was getting from you “your weird you know that Shadow?” You joked with him “no I’m not” he retorted back even starting to hug you loosely around your waist “yeah whatever you say” you smiled to yourself hearing Shadow scoffing to himself as the two of you enjoy each other's company. “thanks for being there for me [Name]” he quietly said but you could hear him very well “no problem Shadow”.

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[jinnie-ret]

If ur taking rq still can I rq a skz x 15 year old girl in training (like that protection gic you wrote ) and how they react to her being good at producing, singing, rapping and dancing but they didnt know she could do all that until they keep running into her or maybe look for her because they ordered fkkd for her too eat with them and they see her in her rehearsals and in her dance practice room learning like idk an itzy choreo or sum by herself and they see shes improved since they last saw her do everything? Ig like a little Ace if u would like to put It that way!

It's ok if u don't want to or can't do this tho! Love ur writing💕

ace of hearts

stray kids x reader (platonic)

genre: fluff

content warnings: none

word count: 1.1k

summary: stray kids have nothing but good things to say about the upcoming ace of jyp.

I hope you enjoy! There's a small excerpt of a song Y/N has written herself which I actually wrote (it's a hobby of mine hehe) so if you want me to post the whole thing I'll do so, maybe as a poem haha

My asks are currently shut but if you want to be added to my taglist, do let me know! And if you liked it, please reblog and like! :)

MAIN MASTERLIST

Shoulder shimmying had never been so hard, but Y/N seemed to have finally gotten down the choreo to ITZY's 'Wannabe', the members of Stray Kids seeming to think so too. They had just been looking around for a room to practice in when they came across their young trainee friend, who they hadn't seen for a while due to their busy schedule.

A small applause sounded from behind Y/N, making her jump as she saw the door open and Stray Kids clapping for her.

"Ah! Hello sunbaenims!" Y/N blushed and bowed politely. She wasn't expecting to see them there, so absorbed into practising for her next showcase.

"Hi there!"

"Annyeong!"

"Wow!"

They all let out greetings as they walked over excitedly to Y/N.

"How has everything been? It's been a while since we saw you," Jeongin smiled widely at Y/N, trying to ease the obvious nerves he saw from her.

"Have you been practicing regularly? Your dancing has improved a lot," Changbin nodded his head in approval.

"Ah, you really think I've improved?! Yeah I've been practising a lot these days..." Y/N bashfully admitted, rubbing her sweaty palms on her leggings. Was it from exercising or from nerves? She wasn't quite so sure herself.

"We can see that. You're better at dancing and freestyling than us now," Lee Know laughed, praising the younger girl jokingly, but there was still a hint of seriousness to it that showed Y/N he was proud of her, and that helped her relax more.

"Maybe one day even Jisung will be jealous of your dancing skills," Felix laughed, causing the quokka like man to look over at him with a mock appalled face.

"Haha maybe I'll take his place as the ace," Y/N smirked, feeling comfortable enough to joke around with them. It wasn't a regular occurrence that she saw the boys but everytime she did, she was soon able to fall back into a relaxed state where it felt like she had known them forever.

"No way! You will never be as talented as me!" Jisung smirked back, yet he couldn't help but goofily smile back at her as he ruffled her hair.

"Well, we're glad you're practicing so hard. Would you like to have some fried chicken with us?" Seungmin piped up, his eagle eyes noticing that she only seemed to have some water in the room with her. Plus, he remembered what it was like being a trainee, and an offer of fried chicken would not be one to be turned down.

"Oh sure! If there's enough to go around!" Y/N clasped her hands together excitedly.

"Of course there's enough food! We're so proud of all your progress by the way, we can tell how hard you've been working, Y/Nnie," Chan praised her, as they all sat down together on the floor.

"Here, eat up," Hyunjin passed over a box of fried chicken to Y/N from the bags of fast food they had.

"Just remember to take a lot of rest too," Jisung commented genuinely, yet anyone could tell he, as well as the other members were very much so enthralled with the heaven sent food in front of them.

"Don't worry I do!" Y/N rushed out, before taking a bite of the fried chicken and wiggling slightly as she did a happy dance.

"You're so cute when you're excited!" Felix giggled as he saw her.

"That's exactly what Channie hyung does," Seungmin laughed along.

There was a moment of peaceful eating before Chan kept up the conversation.

"Oh yeah, we wanted to ask you something! Are you good at rapping?" Chan wondered, wiping his hands on a napkin.

"Well, I don't want to brag but I think I'm pretty good," Y/N shrugged, she had practiced enough and knew she was at JYP for a reason, and her talents certainly didn't go to waste when it came to rapping.

"Oh yeah? You actually rap too? I had no idea. Have you tried writing your own lyrics before?" Changbin got excited at the prospect of hearing Y/N rap.

"I'm not as confident in writing rap lyrics as I am in singing them if that makes sense?" Y/N explained, hoping it was understandable.

"I get what you mean. You must be very talented though since you can sing so well," Lee Know wondered.

"Do you happen to write your own songs too or do you learn songs from other artists?" Chan asked, interested in what her identity as a future artist would be.

"Oh I like to write my own songs too!" Y/N beamed. Now that, was an area she was proud of herself for.

"Really? Can you play one of your original songs for us?" Hyunjin said in a shocked tone, head tilting slightly in disbelief but wanting to hear her sing nonetheless.

The boys all stared at her in anticipation.

"Oh, sure... If you really want me to," Y/N became nervous again, because this was Stray Kids! Yes they felt like her friends but to sing her own personal works in front of them was still nerve wracking.

"Yes, we really want you to!" Jeongin encouraged her, offering that same reassuring smile as he did earlier.

All of the members were now eagerly waiting for her.

"Ok, here's a chorus I wrote recently," Y/N finally nodded, making the boys even more excited as she began to sing.

"Oh it's in my bones.

Hereditarily alone.

Surrounded by people,

But that gives no meaning.

It's in my bones."

The boys stared in in wonder, thinking the words were so beautiful and they loved the emotion she put into it even for such a small snippet of the song.

"Her voice is amazing..." Hyunjin was in awe.

"Yeah, you have a really good vocal tone!" Jisung clapped.

"And you wrote that yourself?" Chan smiled like a proud dad.

"Can we hear more?" Changbin said hopefully, nudging Y/N playfully.

"Well, I think I should now that I've sang a teaser for you," Y/N beamed, and for the next couple of minutes she sang the rest of the song to the boys. She even played a small backing track which consisted of an acoustic guitar, simple but sweet, building up towards the end of the song.

"I can't wait to see you debut!" Felix clapped with the other boys.

"You really will steal everyone's hearts, Y/N, you'll go far," Chan said, a big smile adorning his face as everyone offered their comments and praises to Y/N.

"Just don't let it get to your head," Lee Know joked, causing his members to whack him playfully and tell Y/N to not listen to him anymore.

"Thank you guys, it really means a lot."

tagged: @skz-streamer @kiraisastay @hannahhbahng @backintomykpopphaseagain @sakufilms @arloo00 @dunno-wut-to-do @splat00z @hanjiquokkaaa

[dragonridernoobie]

Hello, hello, hello! I saw your requests were still open and since your one of the few tfp writers that has their requests open(plus your writing is awesome) I’ve returned with another request>:3 I really enjoy seeing headcanons where reader is similar to a character I love soooo, here I am as you did so well last to, could I possibly request some headcanons for TFP Ratchet, TFP Shockwave, TFP Optimus Prime, and if your able to TFP Soundwave(completely optional!) with a S/O who’s very nervous and twitchy, very similar to tweek from South Park(I can’t think of another way to describe it:,))

OR

If you don’t feel like doing that, some scenarios with TFP Bumblebee, Optimus Prine(Bayverse or TFP, your choice:>) with a reader like Eska from The legend of korra, similar to Bolin and Eska’s relationship( here’s a video as an example: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPRTUnBXW/) idk why but they are just oddly cute-

Anywayyyyss! Remember to take breaks, and don’t feel forced to write this, I shall eventually return with hopefully more creative ideas! Have fun!

I'm so happy you enjoy my writing! It makes me all giggly seeing people say that. I agree there is not many transformer writers or they take a long time to respond. Also, thank you for telling me to take breaks! Don't worry, I will (meaning I will immediately go grind on a game that will make me mad). I hope this is up to your standards and that you love it! Don't remmber to take breaks yourself. (Sorry this took a bit)

TFP x Nervous Reader

Optimus

When optimus met (Y/N), the first thing he noticed was (Y/N) was twitching and was extremely nervous.

He was gonna tell them to stay calm and he ment no harm.

Intel the decepticons appered.

(Don't ask)

Once he got to a safe place, he faced (Y/N).

He was concerned at first and asked if they were ok.

He learned that they are fine but can't control it.

When (Y/N) was brought to base, leave it to miko to make (Y/N) uncomfortable.

She probably said something like "why do you twitch? Is there something wrong with you're head?" 😑😑😑appeared.

Which caused bulkhead to yell at miko

Optimus looked up what was wrong with (Y/N), along with ratchet.

When he figures out what was wrong. He made sure to help (Y/N) as best as he can.

He loves being with (Y/N) since (Y/N) is very nice when they are calm.

He also made sure to keep little things inside of his subspace for (Y/N) like blankets, fidget toys, snacks, etc.

Ratchet

When ratchet meets (Y/N), it was when optimus brought them to base, after they where almost captured by the decepticons.

Even though he is a grump, he aint a asshole.

He knows something wrong, he might be annoyed at first but he will come around.

I can see ratchet being really protective of (Y/N), since they can hurt themselves from twitching alot.

He will look up ways how to help (Y/N) with their twitching.

Once he figures out, he will act on it immediately.

He will take (Y/N) away from anything that will cause them to twitch or get extremely nervous.

He will also ask the kids to get fidget toys from (Y/N) so they have something to do.

Ratchet now has a friend with him while he works on his Computer.

He will listen to (Y/N) talk, since when they are calm, they have a very nice voice.

He will also listen to (Y/N) when they tell him to take a break or take a drive with them.

He will also be willing to drive them to work/school/home.

Soundwave

When he met (Y/N), it was when the vitcons kidnapped them, megatron couldn't figure out why they were twitching, so sent then to Soundwave.

Since Shockwave was busy with predaking or he wasn't here at the time.

Soundwave immediately put (Y/N) in a caps thing (I don't know the name) and watched them

Obviously (Y/N) would twitch non-stop and Soundwave wrote this down.

Eventually, Soundwave will look up what (Y/N) has and once he figures out, he reports it.

Sorry (Y/N), you are the new pet of the decepticons.

(Get you're fucking head out of the gutters you sinners! Shame on you!😤😤😤)

Eventually Soundwave would actually start to build a friendship with them.

He would tell lord megatron they will be their "guardian" and protect (Y/N).

Lazerpeak also loves (Y/N) since they pet their head when relaxing.

(Y/N) is mostly stuck with Soundwave, so Soundwave gets used to (Y/N) just sitting next to his keyboard.

Soundwave would listen to (Y/N) and is penitent when he waits for (Y/N) to finish their sentence.

I can see him trying to teach (Y/N) how to speak normally while stressed.

Random funny pitcher.

[miamochi-writes]

Heyo I saw your wolfwood writing

Wolfwood simp full time job here ✋

Can u do a reassuring wolfwood like the raeder is having a real panic attack,because they meet their old friends,toxic ones and started making fun of them and when they cried they bullied her more calling "crybaby" "u were always a crybaby, y/n"

"Hey,if u wanna change why don't u get eaten by a sand worm? Ahahhahahha"

And wolfwood stepped in,he manages to making them fo away but when he turns to ask at their s/o if they were okay they started gasping,clenching their chest

Sure thing! Although I feel like most of my Wolfwood content is going to have trigger warnings. Hope you like it!

Fake Friends Real Love

Trigger warning! Mentions of panic attacks and verbal abuse

You joined the group that consisted of Meryl, Roberto, Vash, and Wolfwood for some time now. You enjoyed traveling even despite being chased after police and some malicious people. Despite it, you loved every minute of it, especially if it meant spending time with a certain unorthodox priest. Wolfwood was the coolest guy you ever bumped into. He was strong physically and mentally, and despite how much of a tease he was, you've grown fond of him. You aspired to be as strong as him one day. Eventually, you and Wolfwood managed to start dating each other after spending time with him for so long. You could say you fell head over heels with his charm, while he saw you as the most precious person to call you his.

During your travels, you sent letters to your old friends back home. You wrote in detail the people you've faced, the cities you've visited, and the creatures you've encountered. At times, you would grow homesick, but luckily the gang was traveling to a city where your hometown happened to be on the way there. You begged Meryl to stop the car so you could visit your town for a day and she eventually gave in.

"Okay, but only for a day okay? Afterwards we need to get a move on," Meryl reminded you.

"Got it! You won't regret it Meryl!" you replied as you flashed her a grin. Before you could run off, someone grabbed you by the back of your shirt.

"Hey! What gives?" you asked as your eyes landed on Wolfwood.

"Where do you think you're running off to?" he asked as he blew his cigarette smoke away from you.

"I'm going to see some of my old friends for a bit and I'll be back before dinner. Not like I'm going to get myself in a fight. Now can you let go?" you asked with a pout.

"Don't be reckless y/n, and make sure you're back before then," Wolfwood added as he lowered his shades so you could see that handsome gaze of his. You turned away so you could hide your blush from him.

"Got it Nico," you answered back knowing how calling him by that name made him feel. Wolfwood gave you a peck on the cheek before letting you go as you ran off and waved at the gang.

You told your friends you would be in town soon and to meet up at the usual hangout that was close to a diner. You ran until you saw three familiar faces huddled up together. You called out to them with a smile on your face as they looked back.

"Hi guys! It's been awhile!" you managed to speak while catching your breath.

"Well I'll be, if it isn't y/n in the flesh," your friend Nikki said as she lifted her hat up to get a good look at you.

"Guess it's good that Ryan got that letter of yours the other day," Tessa chimed in as Ryan waved the letter up.

"Of course! I had to send it out early just in case. Plus I wasn't sure if you got my previous letters since you don't reply you know?" you explained.

"Oh we got them, we just had things come up," Ryan said as he pulled out a stack of the letter you previously sent out.

"So, I guess your latest letter was true, but you know I find it hard to believe that little ol' y/n, is traveling with a rag tag group of people and 'kicking butt'," Nikki piped in as your brows furrowed.

"What do you mean? Of course it's true. How do you think I got back here in town?" you reasoned as Tessa walked up to you.

"Oh really? Because last time I remembered was you being a little crybaby for the smallest things. Remember how you couldn't even ride a Thomas and you cried when it kicked you off?" Nikki butted in as Tessa giggled.

"That was a long time ago, that's not me anymore," you argued. Tessa then got close to your face and spoke again.

"Or how you couldn't stand the sight of worms? So imagine us reading a letter where a sand worm ate your group. You must have been crying up a storm," Tessa brought up as she laughed.

"It did happen, but Wolfwood saved us!" you replied as you felt your hands shaking and your breathing rising gradually.

"Oh don't get me started on Wolfwood," Nikki giggled.

"Oh Wolfwood was so cool when he brought out his gun to save us all. He's so strong and mysterious, you wouldn't believe it. When I was trapped, he rescued me and made sure I was okay. How did I get lucky to have him as my boyfriend?" Ryan said in a mocking voice where he tried to mimic you in a falsetto while the girls laughed.

"Stop it! That's not funny! And it's true!" you raised your voice trying not let your voice crack but failed miserably while clenching your chest.

"If you did travel with this so called great group of yours, Wolfwood should have known how much you cry and let you get eaten by that sandworm and do all of us a huge favor. Also in what world would you have a boyfriend who puts up with your whiny self," Ryan commented as he continued to laugh at you.

"I thought you guys were my friends," you muttered as you felt your head spinning with how the three of them were causally throwing insults left and right at you.

"Oh what are you going to do? Cry about it you crybaby?" Nikki asked mid laugh as you looked down to hide your flushed face, but you noticed the ground was starting to distort. You felt nauseous the more they laughed. You tried to take a step back to regain your balance and lean against a wall.

"Look guys, I think y/n is about to cry. What a loser," Tessa pointed out as the others giggled.

"Just like old times. Once a crybaby, always a crybaby," Nikki added as you felt your lips quivering and the nausea get worse. You tried to leave, but Tessa and Nikki surrounded you and pinned your arms to the wall.

"Where's your boyfriend Wolfwood now y/n?" Ryan asked as he got closer to your face while you struggled to free yourself from their grasp.

"Guys, this isn't funny anymore. I can't breathe," you mentioned as you felt yourself starting to hyperventilate.

"Oh please, this is nothing y/n. Grow up," Tessa spat.

"You know what I think girls? I think Wolfwood knows just how much of a loser and waste of space y/n is. He probably pities you, that's the only reason I can get behind on why he would go out with someone like you," Ryan followed up with his words stinging like venom with each syllable. You desperately tried to say something but you felt a full on panic attack as their words filled your mind. Your tears were overflowing, you felt your heart palpitate, and shortness of breath as you hyperventilated.

"Look at you, pathetic. If only Wolfwood could see how much of a mess you are," Nikki commented laughing at you.

"AHEM"

Your eyes widened at the sound as your so called friends turned towards the sound of that noise.

"No wonder y/n was gone long, it's because you pieces of shits are hogging 'em," Wolfwood commented.

"Wait, you're real?" Nikki asked.

"Realer than all three of you combined. The name is Wolfwood, don't wear it out," he replied as he cracked his neck.

"So you mean to tell us not only are you real, but you're actually dating this person here?" Ryan pointed out.

"Yeah and if you don't fucking let Y/n go, I'm going to make all of you regret being born and laying a finger on 'em," he threatened as he put his weapon down, causing the ground to shake. The three friends stumbled back and let go of you as Wolfwood took one step towards you.

"Did y/n mention that this thing here isn't an ordinary cross?" Wolfwood asked with a shit eating smirk as the three of them trembled.

"Shit, we messed with the wrong person. Let's run while we can guys," Nikki suggested as they all high tailed their way out of the scene. You felt yourself stumble towards the ground, but Wolfwood grabbed you before you could land. He got you to stand up and put both of his hands on your shoulders.

"Hey, hey, look at me Y/n. I'm right here. They're gone now," he reassured but you couldn't focus with your panic attack.

"Shit, okay, follow me y/n. Take a deep breathe in. Breathe in," Wolfwood instructed as he inhaled deeply and you followed him. After 5 seconds passed, he exhaled and you followed through. He did it again and you listened to his instructions.

"Okay, what five things do you see y/n?" he asked you.

"I see you, your glasses, your cross, your box of cigarettes, and the ground," you told him.

"What four things can you touch?" he asked again.

"You, my outfit, the wall, and my hair," you replied.

"Good, you're doing great," Wolfwood said as he continued asking 3 more questions until you've calmed down.

"I'm sorry you had to see that. I thought they were my friends," you apologized. Wolfwood sighed and rubbed your back before speaking.

"You have nothing to apologize for. From what it look like they're shit friends. But you don't need them. You got Vash, Meryl, Roberto, and me," he answered as you flashed a small smile at him.

"Thanks Nico, I appreciate that," you said giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Next time I tag along with you. That's the last time I see someone try to hurt you or make you cry. And for the record, I would save you from that sand worm a 100 times if it meant being with you," Wolfwood commented as he kissed your head and then your lips.

"Now come on, everyone is waiting for us," he added as he took your hand in his right hand while he carried his gun with his left hand. You stayed close to his side. He made sure no one dared to get close to you while he walked you back to the group. Despite how the day started off for you, Wolfwood was there to salvage whatever was left of it. Wherever you went, you knew he would be there for you and that's all you needed.

[pain-in-the-butler]

Hiiii. I have two questions about your story, Coattails!

 

First of all, I love your fic so much omg. I binge-read it in like 5 days a few weeks ago, and ever since then, it's been the only thing I think about. You write the characters so beautifully. I love how you write Sebastian's descent into Dadbastian, and his relationship with Ciel.

 

Feel free to not answer any question :)

 

1. Are we reaching the climax of what Happened to Fairclough in Chapter 1? / Nearing the end of Coattails? 

 

I'm so excited to know what Fairclough is going to do and for all the Dadbastian moments that will come out of it. At first, I thought Fairclough wasn't human, but I'm pretty sure you confirmed somewhere that he is definitely human. Then I was thinking, What if Fairclough is working with or for something that isn't human? I really don't know; there are so many possibilities! I'm really curious. Oh, and I just know that order that Ciel made where Sebastian can't get within a mile of Fairclough is definitely going to backfire. Now that I'm thinking about it, I wonder how Sebastian is going to save Ciel when Fairclough kidnaps him or something, since it's not like he can get within a mile of Fairclough. Unless Ciel manages to break that order or Sebastian himself breaks it and goes "demon mode," idk. But breaking an order would probably affect their contract, What if the contract breaks?? That would be pretty interesting 🤔 

Oh, and the whole thing with Sebastian being able to feel love and stuff with the magic that's inside him. I wonder, how did that happen? Although Fairclough is obviously the main villain of the story, I don't think he has anything to do with it. Because why would he want Sebastian to become more gentle with Ciel? That would just cause him to become more protective when people like Fairclough are near, right? Affecting Fairclough if he tries to do something. Unless Fairclough did have something to do with it, it might've backfired on him?

 

Sorry, I just realised I'm rambling, lol. Those are just some of my thoughts/theories.

 

2. What's going to happen after you finish writing Coattails?

Like, do you plan on stopping writing Dadbastian? I hope not. I love how your writing, so I'd definitely miss it a lot. But I understand if you choose to stop. Coattails is currently at like 350k words (plus, it's probably going to have a lot more than that after you finish), so if you don't want to write any more Dadbastian after that, I understand — it's a lot.

 

Anyway, thanks for reading! Once again, feel free to not answer any question! I really don't mind. Oh and I just realised I wrote a lot here, lol. I hope I'm not being annoying or anything. Bye :)

Ahhh, what a wonderful message to wake up to in my inbox! 🥰 Thank you so much for binging and enjoying Coattails! These characters are deeply important to me, so I always hope to do them justice. I would be happy to answer your questions, at least without spoiling anything as much as possible!

First of all, are we near the climax? Yes! Are we near the ending? Yes and no. We are probably about eight chapters away from the end, but that doesn't necessarily mean we're close time-wise or word count-wise. I still anticipate that I won't finish this story until late 2025.

Your ideas about Fairclough and the effects of the foreign magic are an interesting read and I thank you for all your predictions, but I can confirm or deny nothing! Just know that the answers are very close now...

And will I keep writing Dadbastian after I finish Coattails? Yes, absolutely! The Coattails universe is one I will come back to, no doubt — for instance, I'd really like for Ciel and Sebastian to meet Sieglinde and Wolfram. I have ideas for other fluffy post-main story scenarios too. And I have other Kuro projects I'd like to get to someday as well! A rewrite of the Weston arc and a humorous modern AU fic where Ciel and Sebastian have a mission on a Disney cruise are just two ideas I'd like to explore. No doubt there will be some Dadbastian influence there as well... and more Dadbastian fics I have yet to think of.

You were certainly not annoying, I'm really grateful you could be so invested in my writing! Thank you so much for your questions, have a wonderful day!

[sleepingpillscosmos]

WHAT DOES HE HAVE THAT I DON'T? — osamu miya

pairing: osamu miya x fem!reader.

warnings: use of weed. underage drinking. atsumu is stupid as always.

wc: 2.6k.

requested: no.

a/n: hiii, it's the first time ever I wrote this much, hope you enjoy!

You entered the locker room to change your school uniform into your practice clothes: the school's t-shirt and a pair of volleyball shorts. You took your knee pads and slid them on before puttin your shoes on. You took a deep breath, then you made your way into the gym, already hearing the typical squeaking sounds of the shoes.

You approached what you assumed was the coach. He already knew you would be joining the club, but you never had the chance to introduce yourself properly.

"Hello, I'm y/n l/n" You smiled softly, bowing in front of him. You could feel some other eyes on you.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, and to train you. I heard great things about you" He bowed back, then he called all the other members of the team, who immediately approached you two.

"She's y/n l/n. She just transferred from the miyagi prefecture. She's the new manager of the team, but she'll train with you all since the school doesn't have a female volleyball team. We made an exception for her because she's currently in the top 5 libero in Japan, and I'm sure this experience will help her. I won't waste more time, if you want to ask something you can do it after practice directly to her. Now let's start today's practice." He concluded, and you tried to smile to them. Transferring into a school in the middle of the school year wasn't easy.

The practice started, and it was going good enough. You had to do all the exercises to do in pairs alone since you were odd and nobody asked you to join them, but you were prepared for that, it was normal. What wasn't so normal was the fact that you could feel their eyes on you the entire time, as if you had two heads or something.

"Okay guys, you did a great job today. I'll let you play till the end of the practice, you can choose the teams." The coach said before letting you all make two teams.

They chose the captains of the two teams, then they took turns to choose one person at time, and, obviously, you were picked last. From what you saw at practice, the two teams were far from being balanced, plus it was 5 against 6, but you didn't really care.

The game started, and it was going well, your team was winning. You were even enjoying yourself, but all your positivity disappeared once you noticed what your teammates were doing. Every single time a ball was coming your way they called for it, even if it was right in front fo you. You didn't touch the ball once during the game, and it was frustrating to say the least.

It was the first time you were glad practice finished, you went to change and went to home, lying to your parents about how the day went. You didn't want to make them feel even worse and more guilty.

What a great start.

[...]

Three weeks later, the situation didn't change a bit. You had the worst three weeks of your life. Nobody talked to you, and practice was even worst than the first one.

Here you were, at practice during a game just like the other time. The teams were slightly changed, since the coach chose them before leaving you all on your own. He said that he had an urgency at home and he couldn't be there for the rest of the practice.

You repositioned yourself in your place, getting ready to receive the ball. The other team served and it was directed to you, finally, you thought. But as you were stepping forward to receive the ball, Suna called and went for it, nearly knocking you on your ass. You couldn't hold it anymore, it was infuriating and saying you were done was an understatement.

"What is your fucking problem?" You snapped at Suna, but actually it was directed to all of them. They looked at you, and before they could answer you continued.

"No, I correct myself. What is you all's problem? You think I'm this incapable to not be able to pass a ball that was in front of me? Because if you didn't notice, I didn't touch a single ball during a game since I'm here. Every single one of you did that at least one time and I'm tired of it. What do you think? That I'm in the top 5 out of luck? I worked so hard in this past years, I'm not going to ruin my chances because of you. I need to train as much you all need." You said and nobody said anything, you scoffed.

"Well, it's not really like that" Aran tried to defend himself and the others.

"Oh it's not? Then explain to me, I'm really curious" But as you expected they didn't have an explanation, because they knew you were right. You shook you head and looked quickly at the clock on the wall, seeing that you only had ten minutes left. But you were done for the day.

Without saying anything, you collected your belongings from the bench and made your way in the looker room. You could feel your eyes starting to water, you were so frustrated and angry that you needed to let you emotions out in some way.

This was hell.

You washed your face, trying to hide the fact that you cried to your parents, you could always say that you received a ball right in the head, but you weren't sure they would believe that. You put away all your things in your bag and took out your phone, you wanted to call your friends, but they would be at practice, so you knew they couldn't answer.

You looked at the mirror, your eyes were red, and so your cheeks. Then you heard a knock. You went to open the door, and once you saw who knocked, you were going to close the door again, but they stopped you before you could do it.

"Wait, please" Osamu said before continuing.

"We wanted to apologise to you. We've been assholes, and we know it." You stared at them waiting for a precise explanation of why they acted like this, but they said nothing. You were closing the door again, only to be stopped by Aran.

"What I'm about to say is really embarrassing, but you deserve an explanation, aspecially after our behaviour. You know, Atsumu is kind of popular between the girls here at school, and some of them does crazy things to get his attention." He explained.

"And he kind of convinced us that you were one of these girls, so we assumed you were here just for him" You blinked twice, making sure all of this was real and not just an imagination.

"Are you stupid?" Was the only thing that came out of your mouth.

"Yes, they are" Kita, the captain, answered for them. They all nodded, then they bowed to you, asking for your forgiveness. You accepted their apologies. You had to be here and practice with them for the remaining of the year and the next year too, so you couldn't be angry with them for all this time.

They said their goodbye and then left. You washed your face once again before making your way out of the gym too. You came out of the school gates and turned left, directed to your home.

"Hey y/n!" You turned after hearing your name, and you saw Suna, Atsumu, Osamu e Aran approaching you.

"We are really sorry about our behaviour" Aran said, pointing to all of them.

"So, to make up for it, we wanted to ask you if you want to hang out with us. We're going to my house" Suna asked you.

"Now?" You raised an eyebrow and they nodded.

"I guess it's okay." You shrugged, taking out your phone to warn your parents that you would return later than usual. At first there was silence, nobody said a word, until Osamu tried to break the ice, asking you some questions about your old school, at which you happily answered.

Once you arrived at Suna's house, you went upstairs to his bedroom, which took the whole floor and had a private bathroom and a small balcony. His house was huge.

"Make yourself comfortable" Suna said to you, then he reached for something under his bed. Once he found it, he took out a pack of beers. You sat with Osamu and Aran on the couch and Atsumu took the armchair.

"Why don't you keep them in the fridge" Atsumu whined reaching for the pack to open it and give one to each of you, slightly hesitating while giving one to you, but he smiled when you took it without question.

"Yeah, great idea" Suna answered rolling his eyes, because he knew Atsumu already knew the answer.

You had a great time with them, and the twins walked you home even if your house was distant to theirs. You were happy about that, you finally made some friends, even if you had a really rough start.

[...]

Months have passed, and now you had a great relationship with all of your teammates, and every friday you hung out with Atsumu, Osamu, Suna e Aran at Suna's house, when both his parents were working for the night and his sister was with his grandmother.

You got out of the locker room, heading for the gym's doors, where your friends usually waited for you. But you found only Osamu.

"The others went to buy something to the convenience store" He said smiling once he saw you coming his way. You nodded and you started to walk into Suna's house direction, falling in a casual conversation with Osamu.

Once you reached your destination you waited for the others in front of the door. They arrived after about 15 minutes, as you were literally freezing. You all made your way up the stairs as usual and got changed, since you were all remaining for the night, because Suna's parents and his sister went on a trip, which he couldn't go to because of a game he had on sunday.

You took your usual seats, Suna on the carpet, Atsumu on the armchair and you, Osamu and Aran on the couch, with your legs on Osamu's. You chatted a bit, mainly talking about stupid things since you all shared five brain cells when you were together.

"Okay guys I have a present for you all." Suna said reaching for his cap.

"You can take your old, crusty cap for yourself" Aran said and you all laughed, Suna not even bothering to answer him. He opened the fabric of the cap and took out a joint. Aran and the twins gasped and you smiled widely, these were your people.

"I swear to god, I love you" Aran said with his hand on his heart.

"You sure it's enough for the five of us?" Atsumu said and Suna sent him a death glare.

"You know, 'Tsumu, first of all you should be grateful to your friend, second, I got you all guys" You said smirking, reaching for a little box inside your bag to show them what was in it, they all cheered.

"I fucking knew you smoked" Suna laughed.

"How?" You mouth was wide open, you never told them, you never told anyone.

"The smell of your clothes and hair, I can recognise it everywhere" Suna explained, and you didn't believe him, you were too careful about these things, but you sniffed your t-shirt, just to be sure.

He was right, and you sighed defeated.

"Well what about we get started?" Aran suggested grinning, then he got up and approached the balcony. You all agreed and went outside with him, each of you taking a seat on the plastic chairs. You took your legs to your chest hugging them, trying to make yourself warmer. You were lost in the conversation the guys were having, when a hand nudged you. You turned to Osamu, who handed you his sweatshirt, whispering a soft "here". You blushed and accepted his offer, you put his sweatshirt on and you felt immediately warmer.

You were lost in your thoughts when you started to laugh.

"What's so funny?" Atsumu asked to you, joint in his hand.

"Nothing" You shook your head trying to stop laughing, but you couldn't help yourself.

"Come on, tell us" Aran pressed, already high.

"I can't fucking believe you thought I came here from miyagi just for him" You laughed even harder, pointing at the blonde, who was passing the joint to his twin.

"Hey! What's wrong with me?" Atsumu protested

"Other than your hair and your bitchy personality?" You teased him and he gasped at your words, the others trying to refrain from laughing watching the scene in front of them.

"My hair is gorgeous." He stated, not fazed by the second part of your sentence.

"If you say so..." The others couldn't hold back anymore and Atsumu was very offended by you all's behaviour.

After some time, and at you all's second joint, Aran was devastated. The joints were kind of light, but Aran took more drags than he should have, saying that he was going to be just fine. Suna and Atsumu helped him to get to the couch inside the bedroom. Leaving you and Osamu leaned against the terrace railing, finishing the joint and laughing at your friend's conditions.

"You know, when I first met you I was kind of jealous of 'sumu" He said putting out the joint after taking the last drag. You turned and faced him, furrowing you eyebrows because you couldn't understand what he was trying to say.

"I mean, Atsumu has all the attention at school, and I usually don't care about that. But when he convinced us that you were here just for him I was really bothered" He admitted turning so that he was faced to you too. You were closer than the both of you though.

"Are you saying you have a crush on me, 'samu?" You grinned, taking a step towards him. He mirrored your expression and got closer himself.

"I don't know..." He teased as your faces got closer by the second. He stopped only centimetres away, so that you could choose what to do. You didn't think twice and pecked his lips softly, parting away right after. Your faces were still close and you both smiled. Osamu placed his hands on your waist to pull you even closer and you laced your arms around his neck. Your lips met again in a more passionate kiss, your hands moving to his jaw and neck, caressing softly his skin. His hands moved up and down your back, reaching a little too low. You could feel his smirk pressed on your lips when he noticed that you didn't do anything to stop him.

"They are watching us, 'samu" you said smiling.

"I know" He whispered, connecting your lips once again.

"What does he have that I don't?!" Atsumu exclaimed from inside looking at you and his twin, earning an eye roll from Suna.

"He's not a pain in the ass like you!" Suna said to him.

"Would you two shut up? They're so cute. I'm gonna cry" Aran said starting to tear up, then he actually started to cry. Suna closed his eyes and took a very deep breath. He didn't know who was worst between Aran and Atsumu at the moment. But he certainly wasn't going to forgive you and Osamu for leaving him alone with this two idiots.

[hopetorun]

1, 6, 14

1) Who is your favorite character to write for and is this the character you find easiest to write for?

oooh of characters i've written fairly recently i really enjoyed writing quinn! the balance of being willing to let brady be his boisterous self without being a pushover, plus his own kind of ... slyness? very fun. i like writing characters who take a little more work to get into the headspace of, tbh. matthew is very easy for me because his little hamster wheel brain whirring feels very natural, but that always makes me worried about the like, encasing the character fully inside of things i would say/think phenomenon

6) Do you outline your fics? If so, how?

for long stories i usually have a few key beats or moments sketched out ahead of time, and will often have a loose list of the events structuring the story as well. the beats/moments are generally scraps of scenes rather than formatted like an outline, and i also sometimes end up not using them all. there's a few scraps i wrote very early on in drafting home by now that are truly excerpts from a completely different story.

depending on the story and how it's flowing in my head, i'll also sometimes sketch out a few scenes ahead of where i am in more detail.

and then there's my current wip where i have a pretty strict list of possible scenes laid out already but am only vaguely sure of how the emotional development is gonna get to where i need it to be. i wrote the climax of this story almost a year ago and am now like working backward from it.

14) What is something you wrote in a fic that you are hoping readers picked up on but you don’t know if they did? And/or, what is something that you were excited that readers did pick up on?

for the second part, several people commented on the use of kitchens/homes/being in someone's home in home by now (... i didn't say it was a subtle thing) which i did by and large very intentionally! one commenter did even point out a parallel that wasn't entirely intentional which was cool, like oh my subconscious really understood what i was going for here.

for the first part, i honestly can't think of anything!

[scarletttries]

Cry Baby (Adrian Chase Request)

Pairing: Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

Rating: Not explicit, angsty fluff

Word Count: 2.6k

Request: “Wow your stories for Adrian are really great! 💓 Plus that angst oohh

Can I have a request please with Adrian Chase x Wife!Reader, where something angsty stuffs because the reader is pregnant with his baby. Lots and lots of feels and angsty stuffs because the reader is pregnant with his baby. Lots and lots of feels and angsty stuff ❤️ thank you ☺️”

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for this request, I hope you enjoy what I wrote! I love getting these angsty requests that I can twist into a nice happy ending for even the rainiest day 😊

Cry Baby

Working as part of Task Force X you'd cracked dozens of cyphers, codes and encryptions, but as you stared down at all the information and results in front of you, you couldn't quite believe the conclusion it presented.

"I'm Pregnant." you mumbled out quietly, the confession even more startling out loud.

You looked at the half-dozen tests spread across the edge of your bathtub, all confirming what you had already known deep down. You had been careful about protection so far, but the way you and Adrian went at it, you knew there was always a chance that this could happen. It had only been a few months since your wedding, your honeymoon not unlikely to be what got you in this mess. The two of you had two weeks in an incredible hotel and spa, barely leaving the room, unable to keep your hands off one another. You played it back in your mind, the long days watching the sun glisten of his sweat laced chest, tangled up in sheets, your lips constantly pressed to one part of the other. You wondered which day, which round, which moment of bliss had been the one to lead you to this moment of terror, unsure how you were going to face your still new husband.

It wasn't like you’d never thought about it; Adrian was fun, patient, understanding - he'd make an incredible father. The thought of him cradling a tiny version of the two of you made tears well in your eyes, daring to have a small ray of hope for your future. This was something you had always wanted for yourself, and to have it with Adrian would be the happiest life you could ever dare to dream of. But a much larger part of you knew that you had never really discussed what Adrian thought of having a baby, being so sure that with your 'unusual' jobs and the constant danger surrounding you both there was just no room for a child in your daily lives. The thought had you shaking in the bathroom, trying to muffle quiet sobs, conscious that Adrian would be here any minute switching from his Fennel Fields uniform to his Vigilante outfit to go meet the 11th street kids with you. The realisation that you'd have to face Adrian soon was enough to spur you into action. You swept all the evidence of tests into a trash bag, pushing it deep to the bottom of your kitchen bin where it wouldn't be discovered, and cleaned yourself up, resolved to wait until after the Task Force meeting to have this discussion with him.

You turned it over and over in your mind, how you would tell him you were pregnant. How you would explain you knew it would be hard, but you wanted this, and you really wanted this with him. More than anything you wanted him, and a family that was both of yours, knowing that together you two could figure this out, and muddle through, and make it work. As long as you were together. It needed to be together. In your imaginary conversation you didn't dare think of what Adrian's response would be. You pushed any thoughts of what he would say deep down, not ready to face his reaction regardless of what it was. You kept your internal monologue completely one sided, feeling almost pulled together by the time you heard his keys in the door.

And then you saw his face. Adrian's beautiful, smiling, wonderstruck face, and you felt you heart drop deep into your stomach. What if he didn't want this, what if this was the thing that made him leave. He was a chainsaw-wielding vigilante, why on earth were you entertaining the notion that he would stick around and change a baby and look after you. That was way too much to expect of him, he signed up to marry you, not for all this. You couldn't hear a word he said as he greeted you with a hug, telling you a story from his shift. He noticed your blank expression, the colour draining from your face as he spoke, and stopped,

"Are you okay (y/n)? You don't look well. I mean you're always beautiful, but you look, maybe ill?" he remarked tenderly, sweeping the back of his hand over your forehead. Feeling like you were on the verge of a heavy mixture of tears and vomiting, you flinched at his touch before stepping towards the door, excusing yourself.

"I'm fine love, don't worry, I just realised I need to do something for Economos before our meeting today so I have to head off now. I don't wanna rush you so I'll just see you there." You stumbled on the words as you grabbed your bag, unable to make eye contact as you left the busboy wondering if he had said something wrong. You practically jogged to your car, bursting into tears in the front seat, gasping for air at the reality of your new situation; you could lose Adrian over this.

***

You were grateful that everyone else had arrived on time, the meeting kicking off as soon as Adrian walked in, avoiding you having to make any conversation with him yet. You intentionally sat between Chris and John, forgoing your usual place next to Adrian on a piano bench on the other side of the room. Chris raised an eyebrow at you as you sat down, but said nothing, not about to pry into your marriage. As the meeting continued you could feel Adrian's gaze burning into the side of your face, but you kept your eyes fixed to the PowerPoint on display, never daring to glance his way. You thought of it like a painful training exercise; if you could avoid looking at Adrian for a couple of hours, then maybe not looking at him for the rest of your life would be more manageable. It killed you to think about it, but you already felt that obligation to prepare for the new little family member inside of you. It wasn't easy though, and you knew it wasn't subtle. He was desperately trying to get your attention, with jokes and comments to make you laugh, none of which were enough to get your eyes to meet his. By the time Harcourt finished her update and dismissed you all, you could feel the tears building in your eyes again, and practically sprinted back to your car, ignoring Adrian calling out after you. You had to get out of there before you said something to him, you had to get home, you had to be ready for however this situation played out. You needed a minute to look through your photos together and enjoy your shared space, in case this was the last time you would be able to before he left, leaving a dark cloud over everything in your life.

As you drove off Chris approached Adrian, who stood frozen in front of the office, unsure what was happening. You always told him what you were thinking and feeling, you always explained and now he felt like he didn't understand what was happening and it scared him.

"What did you do man?" Chris asked seriously, placing a reassuring hand on his friend shoulder, feeling him shake with anxiety.

"I don't know." Adrian said quietly, genuine terror in his voice. He'd never been in a situation where he had something so important before, something he could lose. And even though it had taken a long time, by this point he truly believed he could never lose you, that no matter what you loved him and that you'd never give up on him.

"Well you should figure it out because I've never seen her like that before." Chris said solemnly, before stepping to his car, adding, "Oh and maybe buy her some flowers. Couldn't hurt." He shrugged leaving Adrian frozen in fear, unsure what to do next in fear of somehow pushing you further away.

Adrian stood there for what was probably the longest he had ever been still in his life. He was scared to take a single step, the fear of doing something to make this worse, make you more upset, make you hate him more, all-consuming. He thought about all the time he had spent being absolutely sure you were too good for him, that you deserved better and how you had taken the time to prove him wrong, to bring out the good in him and shine a light on it. People were always telling him to shut up when he rambled, but never you, you always really listened and smiled and told him he was smart and funny; did you not think that anymore? Did you regret marrying him? He thought deep down that you would eventually, but now it was happening and you couldn't bear to look at him and his whole world was breaking down the middle like a fault line had opened up beneath his feet. He had a family when he left for work this morning, a home and real, true love and now he was staring down the barrel of spending the rest of his life as alone as he was before he met you. No, he couldn't let that happen, he would be whatever you needed, do anything to keep you, anything to make you stay in his life, the alternative unthinkable. So he took that first step and went to make it up to you, on the most important mission of his life.

***

You sat in the armchair in your living waiting for Adrian to get home. You wore one of his sweatshirts, knowing it would be awkward if you had to give it back if he broke up with you today, but accepting it would be worth it to have his scent wrapped around you for just a few more minutes. He had taken a bit longer than you expected to get back, but you figured after you spent the meeting ignoring him maybe he was in no rush to spend time with you again. The thought that after today you didn't know what your future looked like left you with a hollow pain in your chest, your tear ducts seemingly on a constant drip. You flinched as you heard keys in the door and knew it was now or never for you and your husband.

As Adrian walked in it was hard to look at him, not because of the pain deep inside you, but because of the state he looked as he slunk through the door. His face was sunken, eyes red raw from tears. His body hunched in on itself, uncertain and shaking as he desperately clutched a bouquet of flowers to his chest, following Chris's advice. You couldn't help but forget your fears for a second, letting out a soft whimper, voice thick with concern.

"Adrian."

"Please just let me speak first." He said back first, trying to keep a firm tone but voice wavering as he choked back his tears. He closed the space between you in three strides, collapsing to his knees in front of you, a broken man. Setting the flowers on the floor next to him he took your hands in his,

"I don't know what I've done to finally make you realise you are too good for me, but I understand. I know I'm so far from perfect and that I'll never be what you deserve, and that you could have anyone, but please. Please don't leave me. Please, I'm begging you, give me another chance, I'll do anything. I love you so much, and I can't do anything without you, and I don't want to live without you. So please, just tell me what I've done, or what you don't like and I'll fix it, I'll be different and better if you just stay okay. I need you.." he voice cracked as heavy sobs broke through, unable to continue his plea, desperately squeezing your hands as his head fell to your lap.

You looked down at the hunched figure crumpled in your lap and strangely felt like it was all going to be okay. Like maybe if this is how Adrian reacts to you withdrawing from him, that he won't want to leave for any reason, even a big one, and that maybe he'll be even more ready for this than you are. You gently brought a hand to cup his cheek, lifting his head so your eyes could meet. You gave him your warmest smile, still filled with uncertainty but ready to wade into those unknown waters,

"I'm sorry you've spent today feeling like this Adrian, and I promise I don't want to leave you. I never want to leave you and I never want anything about you to change. I've been so off today because I've been scared to tell you something, something that I'm worried would make you leave me. Because I love you Adrian and I don't know what I'd do without you either." He hung on your every word, eyes shining from the tears still flowing from them, the fear of making things worse too great for him to speak. You took a deep breath and finally told him,

"Adrian, I'm pregnant. I found out this morning and I've been terrified all day of what you would say, because honestly I think you'd be a great father, but I know it's not something that we really planned for or even discussed seriously..." You stopped abruptly as Adrian let out a strangled laugh. His eyes flicked from your face to your stomach, before his tears started again.

"You're pregnant?" He repeated, a smile slowly spreading across his face, colour returning to his cheeks. You nodded, letting him continue,

"And you still love me?" He clarified, starting to feel like he was on solid earth again.

"Always." You managed to get out before his arms flung up, releasing your hands and settling on your stomach.

"And you want to have my baby?" He half shouted, going from feeling the lowest he ever had to the happiest moment of his life in a matter of seconds.

"Yes Adrian. Are you happy about that?" You laughed back, desperate to hear anything but a question from the man you married, but feeling more confident of his answer the bigger the smile on his face grew.

"I've literally never been happier about anything in my life!! You love me!! And I get to be your husband and the father of your child, and oh my god we're going to have a baby! And you're going to be amazing and you're not fed up of me, and I'm not going to be alone, and I love you so much!!" He rambled excitedly kneeling up to kiss your face, soft and careful, the taste of salt from both your tears not enough to temper the sweetness of the embrace. He leaned back, gasping, and moved his lips to your stomach.

"And I love you!! I already love you so much, I know you're going to be amazing and I'll always keep you safe, and you're going to be so cool and so loved." He choked out, his tears flowing for all the right reasons now. He slowly tilted his head up to meet your gaze,

"Do you really think I'm going to be a good dad?" The sincerity in his tone was mixed with so much love and excitement that you couldn't help but giggle as you nodded happily: everything was going to be okay.

[sassyduckqueen]

A Little Bit of Magic- Lukanette Halloween

Hello guys! It’s been a while but I am back (kind of). I’ve been in a bit of the slump recently. Long story short, personal things going on affected my ability to write but I’m working through them. I can’t promise I’ll be updating ROA straight away but hopefully I’ll get back into the swing of it. Anyway, here’s some spooky lukanette fluff for you that I wrote for Halloween (even if I’m a little late in my country) and the @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers​ 500 followers. Congrats on that by the way guys. Proud of ya! Now admittedly I couldn’t find a prompt from the given list that jumped out at me so I went through some of the older prompts that had been used before and ended up picking cursed so here’s what I’ve done with it. I hope you enjoy it and I hope everyone had a good Halloween :D

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Marinette licked her lips nervously as she paced outside of the shop she had come to visit. Well, visit wasn't exactly the right term. Actually it kind of was but not because she intended to visit. Well, she did but she was here because she felt like she was running out of options. Recently she had experienced severe bad luck that seemed to get worse each day. At first it wasn't bad like pricking her finger with her needles or losing some fabric that she needed for a commission. Annoying but not bad. However, it began to increase. Briefly misplacing her foot soon turned into her falling down a couple of stairs but it didn't stay like that. Soon she found herself getting more and more injured. Her parents got increasingly worried so they made her go to the doctors, despite being an adult yet despite their tests, they found nothing and then the 'bad' luck took a more mysterious turn. Exploding lights and cars nearly hitting her. Animals began to act weird around her, like cats would hiss and hide from her and dogs would whimper and bark. The accidents also kept increasing so she decided to look into causes for her bad luck. She thought maybe it was an unknown or rare medical thing but the only thing that came up in the search was one thing. She had been cursed. At first, she didn't believe it but then with the fire in the bakery when she was visiting and her best friend breaking her leg for no reason , she realised it might be the only option and if it was, she had to find a way to get rid of it before it killed her and hurt anyone else because that's where it appeared to be going. As to why she had been cursed, she couldn't really think of the reason. Sure, there was her rival Chloe Bourgeois. She was the daughter of the fashion Queen Audrey Bourgeois but her style was to humiliate people. Not voodoo. Plus she liked to take credit. It helped with her queen bee act. It also meant that she wasn’t the person behind the curse but Marinette couldn’t think of anyone else who would want to curse her. She got on with everyone but Chloe in her class so she had no idea who it was or how to break it, which is what led her here. Couffaine Curiosities. Apparently, it was an occult shop so maybe they might have a solution for her. She took a deep breath and pushed open the door, only to proceed to trip and knock into a bookshelf which then began to fall on her. She screamed and covered herself with her arms. 

 “Ezeerf!” A voice shouted, causing the bookshelf and the books to freeze midair. Marinette’s eyes widened as she stared in shock. “Ecalp lufthgir rouy ot nruter,”

 The books and bookshelf moved back into its place, causing her to stare in shock even more before footsteps echoed coming closer to her.

 “Are you ok?” The same voice asked, causing her to look at its owner. She was half expecting him to be an old wise looking man with a long grey beard and starry robes but to her surprise, he looked nothing like Gandalf or Master Yen Sid from Disney. In fact, he was only a couple of years older than herself and had a punk look going on. His hair was black with blue tips, he wore a blue hood, a jagged stone t-shirt and black ripped joggers with awesome looking shoes (she was sure they were customized). His nails were painted black and he wore several bands on his wrist. Her eyes were a sparkling blue that resembled the ocean and he had the kindest smile, causing her to blush. Especially as he extended his hand to her. She carefully placed hers in it and he pulled her to her feet, making her blush even more before he turned over her hand and frowned. “Seems you have quite the curse on you,”

 “Y-You can tell?” She asked, still in awe.

 “Well, I am a witch,” He replied, making her blink before he chuckled. “Don’t worry. I’m a white witch,”

 “A white witch?” She asked, unsure of what he meant.

 “I’m the good kind,” He replied, making her breathe out a sigh of relief that she hadn’t realised she had been holding.

 “Can you get rid of the curse?” She asked but she was unsure if it was a curse. Still, she hoped he could.

 “I can,” He confirmed, nodding. She let out a sigh of relief again.  “I wouldn’t be a very good witch if I couldn’t but it will need a little more than an incarnation. Follow me… and keep hold of my hand. I can keep the effects of the curse at bay,”

 “R-Really?” Marinette asked, blushing a little. He was really cute after all. He nodded and gave her a soft smile before beginning to lead her through the shop before they came to the back of the store. He pulled across a curtain and led her to a table and chairs. “Have a seat,”

 “R-Right,” She nodded, sitting down. He let go of her hand, causing her to feel heavy suddenly. She frowned as he grabbed a bowl before he began to fill it up with plants. “Um… I’m Ma-Ma-Marinette by the way…”

 “Hello, Ma-Ma-Marinette,” He replied, smiling as he looked over at her before he turned away and added more to the bowl. Marinette frowned a little as it felt like he was mocking her. He didn’t seem that way at first but maybe he was. Maybe he couldn’t break her curse and was just playing with her. She looked back over at him, only to see that he was looking at her again. However, his expression had changed. He looked embarrassed and remorseful. “Sorry. I tend to make more sense with music. In fact… cisum s'traeh reh yalp,”

 Once again, Marinette found herself amazed as the soft sound of a guitar began to play, connecting with her on an emotional level. It was as if it was playing what she was feeling inside. She couldn’t help but close her eyes as she listened. Slowly, the melody faded out.

 “Did you enjoy the music?” He asked, making her nod. “I’m glad. Oh… I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Luka,”

 “It’s nice to meet you, Luka,” She smiled, causing him to smile back. “Can I ask how you did the trick with the music?”

 “Magic,” He replied, smiling. “But you’re still not sure,”

 “You're right… but it felt like… me,” She replied as he added another ingredient to the bowl before grabbing something that resembled a tiny club and began to grind the herbs. “Like what I feel,”

 “That’s because it was,” He replied, making her blink. “I’m an empath. I can feel people’s emotions and I use music to help me understand what they need. It’s the song from your heart that I had play. You see music is often simpler than words, Marinette,”

 “Wow,” She replied, amazed. Luka gave her a smile. She was starting to believe

 "Almost done," He replied, continuing to grind the herbs until they were nothing more than a fine dust. 

 "So what are the plants going to do?"

 "They are herbs that are used to break hexes and counter negativity," He replied, looking through the drawers. "The level of your curse is quite powerful so I need more than just the herbs. Did you offend anyone recently?"

 "Not that I can think of," She replied, causing him to frown. "How bad is the curse?"

 "Well, let's just say you probably should have come here sooner but it's a good thing you finally got here," He replied, taking out a jar and placing it on the table before going back to the cupboards. "Whoever cursed you knew exactly what they were doing," 

 "That sounds like it was intentional," Marinette replied, frowning. Why would anyone curse her? She tried to be a good person. Her parents taught her that manners were extremely important and to always help people. She tried to be a good person. She tried so hard. She felt tears fill her eyes but before she could cry, Luka knelt down in front of her.

 "Hey, been cursed doesn't mean that you're a bad person," He stated in a calm voice, gently taking her hand in his. Instantly, she felt calm.

 "But… then why was I cursed?"

 "It could be a number of things," He replied, making her blink. "Envy, Spite or just because they're just a nasty piece of work,"

 Marinette nodded as he gently squeezed her hand before getting up again. She couldn’t explain it but she just knew he could help her and that he was good. 

 "I can also send it back to the caster," He stated, making her blink as he took out some tea light candles.

 "But wouldn't that be a curse itself?"

 "No, it's simply returning the magic from whence it came," He replied, placing the candles in a circle around the jar before he turned on his heel and disappeared farther into the shop. Marinette frowned as her mind searched for a reason as to why she had been cursed. She replayed every interaction she could remember in her mind but nothing made sense. However, Luka returned from wherever he had gone holding another bowl. It was filled with what appeared to be ash that had been pressed down. He placed it on the table and took a seat across from her, adding a metal disc with a handle to it. Marinette watched as he poured the herb dust into it before picking up a brush and dusting it on the disc, shaping it. Once it was shaped, he carefully removed the disc. “This ritual I’m going to do is known as an uncrossing. It will draw out the dark magic that has been placed on you and then I will trap it in that jar. However, an uncrossing can be extremely uncomfortable so please try to relax your mind and don’t be afraid,”

 “O-Ok,” She replied nervously as he took out some matches and lit the candles. “Matches?”

 “Fire magic is not my gift,” He replied with a soft smile, taking out another match. “Are you ready?”

 “As ready as I can be,” She replied, causing him to nod before he lit the match, bringing it to the incense. It briefly caught on fire before it went out, causing smoke to flow. As soon as Marinette smelt its scent, her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she began to shake as if having a seizure. The witch boy grabbed the jar as she let out a scream. It felt like her bones were being broken one by one and the pain was unbearable. Tears began to run down her cheeks and blood began to drip from her nose as she shook violently.

 “Enodnu eb esruc!!” He declared, causing her to let out a scream and throw her head back before a black smoke rushed out. Luka opened the jar, causing it to get sucked into it before he closed the lid and screwed it shut. Marinette flopped forward as she breathed in heavily. Luka put down the jar and moved over to her, gently placed his hands on her. She carefully looked up. “Sorry,”

 “N-No, it’s fine,” She replied, touching her nose. She felt tired and drained but at the same time, she felt better than she had been for a while. “But have you got a tissue?”

 “Of course,” He replied, pulling one out of his sleeve. She let out a little chuckle as he handed it to her. She gently wiped the blood from her nose and the tears from her eyes before looking over at the jar.

 “It really was a curse,” She replied, feeling her strength slowly return. In fact, she felt better than before. “Thank you, Luka,”

 “No worries,” He replied, sitting back down. Marinette frowned as she noticed he looked visibly tired. 

 “Um, are you ok?” She asked, frowning.

 “Oh… sorry,” He mumbled. “Spells on that level are very powerful and take a lot of energy. Especially given how power the curse was too,”

 “Someone really wanted me dead…” She frowned. “Oh god what if they try to harm you?”

 “Even if they did, it wouldn’t work,” He replied, reaching into his pocket and taking out a chocolate bar. He opened it and took a bite out of it, eating it. 

 “How come?”

 “I have protection,” He replied, tapping his silver bracelet. “A protection amulet. Keeps all kinds of evil away,”

 “How much would it be to get one of those?” Marinette asked before gasping. “And the ritual. How much do I owe you for removing the curse? I don’t have a lot of money but surely, I can give you something,”

 “No need for that, Marinette. I don’t charge for my services,” He replied, making her blink. “I don’t need the money,”

 “But surely you should get something,” She replied as he got up and picked up the jar. He walked over to one of the cupboards and placed it inside before closing it before he turned back to her.

 “Helping people is enough for me,” He replied, looking a little better. “Now I should definitely make you a protection amulet as the witch who cursed you will strike again,”

 “Oh that would be wonderful!” She gasped, smiling before she realised that it won’t be ready straight away. Even with his magic. “But what should I do in the meantime? They’ll curse me as soon as they realise, right?”

 “Luckily, I have just the thing,” He replied, getting up and offering his hand to her. She smiled and took it, causing him to pull her to her feet before he led her through the store, revealing it was literally bigger on the inside. She glanced around in amazement as he led her through it. It was filled with all kinds of wonderful things. From balls of lights that danced around to amazing creatures that she was sure belonged in a fairytale. In fact, she saw things that she was certain were from the fairytales. 

 “Are those Cinderella’s shoes?” She asked, glancing at the glass slippers. Luka smiled but didn’t answer. Instead he stopped and picked up a small box.

 “Here,” He stated, holding the box to her. She took it and opened them, revealing a pair of earrings that resembled a ladybug. “These are very special earrings that bring the wearer good luck. They should be able to counter the bad luck curse when the witch recasts it until I can make you the protection charm for you,”

 “Really?” She replied, causing him to nod. “Thank you so much,”

 “No worries, Marinette,” He smiled. “You should probably put them on now though,”

 “Right,” She nodded and placed the box down before taking out her current earrings. She placed them on the table as well then took out the ladybug earrings and put them in. Instantly, she felt warmth surround her. It was like a hug that encouraged her and made feel like she was going to be ok. It reminded her of the feeling she got when she made a new dress. Luka smiled gently at her.

 “They suit you,” He smiled, making her blush. “I do believe I would explain what wiccan and magic was,”

 “I think I have a rough idea now,” She replied. “But I like to learn more,”

 “I’d be more than happy to tell you,” Luka smiled before a light blush came over his cheeks. “Maybe over a coffee?”

 “Are you asking me out on a date?”

 “Would you be interested?” He asked, making her blush. 

 “I would love to,”

[ronniescribbles]

Force-A-Chaos 

Scout x Little!Reader

1,205 Words

You can read it on AO3 here!

Spy is forced to leave Scout in charge of watching you when he's dragged on a business trip. Chaos ensues. 

A/N: Ah, Scout, my beloved himbo bean. I honestly headcanon him as a big brother type caregiver, and I think his silliness is something to be adored. :) I hope you guys enjoy it as well! 

An exasperated Spy rubbed his aching temples. Leaving for an assignment in Paris was stressful enough, but having to put Scout in charge of babysitting little you made things tremendously worse. It's not that Scout was a bad guy, he was just a bit too reckless for Spy's taste. That made leaving a delicate, impressionable little such as yourself to his care daunting, to say the least. 

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"Non, she cannot use the oven." 

"Ey, why not? You're a big kid, aren'tcha, darling?" Scout nudged your arm with a grin, eliciting a happy squeal from you. 

Spy exhaled through his nose, his eyes momentarily closing in an attempt to relieve some of the strain on his intelligence. He turned to look at you, reaching out to hold your hands. "I will call if I can, alright, cherié? Please be on your best behavior for Papá." 

"Mhm, I will, Papá." You give him a nod as extra reassurance. 

"That's mon petite chou fleur," Spy pulled you in for a strong hug. Something felt out of place by how clingy he was being; despite him usually possessing protective caregiver tendencies, he never seemed to be overly weary of handing you over until now. It could've been the fact that Scout had never babysat you before, you thought to yourself, slowly trying to piece together the puzzle. Spy never seemed to get along with the airhead anyway, so it made sense that he was a bit too worried about you. 

Leaving a little with someone as reckless as him wasn't the best idea, but Scout wasn't that bad, was he? When you were big, Scout was pretty respectful of you, especially in comparison to how he treated others around him. Sure, he had a tendency to get on everyone's nerves around the base, but at the end of the day, you saw that he really cared about his team. 

Spy pressed a final kiss into your hand as he turned away to grab his coat. He muttered something to Scout that you didn't quite catch. 

Clearing his throat, Spy recounted, "Remember to read ze list I left! I will be back as soon as I can," he flashed you a warm smile before he turned and strode through the doorway. 

"Aw, crap. I forgot he even wrote that stupid list. Hold on, short-stop," he grumbled, voice thick with his signature Boston accent. Scout fished for a crumpled up piece of paper in his pocket. He tried to smooth it out on his thigh before holding it up to read it. 

"Always keep a lookout on them when small, no sweets after 8 o'clock, bedtime's at 10:30.. blah blah blah..." Scout tossed the list behind him without a second thought. "Yeah, I don't think we're gonna need all'a 'dat, sweetheart. By 'da way, you thirsty? I got some Bonk in the fridge if you want." 

A mischievous smile crept onto your face. Spy absolutely despised soda of any kind, nonetheless Bonk. In his words, it was an "over carbonated sugar water," and you were not advised to consume it. Even Spy was clueless as to how Scout could function after chugging a whole can of it… but your sippy cup couldn't hold a full can of it anyway, so what was the harm? 

"Otay! I's go get my sippy, it's in mh room-" 

Scout was quick to cut you off. "Nah, I got it. Spy gave me a box of all this stuff you like to use, y'know, just so I had it all here." He gestured with his thumb to a box on the kitchen table overflowing with bright toys, decorated pacifiers, and of course, your favorite sippy. "Plus, you're like small and stuff, right? Let me take care of ya, I know what I'm doin'." 

You giggled in amusement, your eyes following the jumpy young man as he confidently bounced over to the table and grabbed your sippy. You waddled over to meet him in the kitchen as he poured your cup full of soda. 

"Now, shortstop, I really ain't suppose 'ta give you this stuff, but I'm quiet if you're quiet, alright?" He screwed the lid shut and placed the bottle in your hands. 

"Mm, tanku Jermy!" That might've been the easiest deal you'd made yet, honestly.

"Aw, no problem, kiddo." You felt his fingers ruffling your hair back. "And you should call me dat more often, cutie." He flashed you a cheesy wink. 

Another squeal escaped your parched lips. Scout sure knew how to keep you entertained! Plus, he didn't mind giving you soda, which was a win-win in your books. You liked that - his ability to relax, to not be so uptight about everything. It felt refreshing, like a cold soda on a hot day.

You drew the bottle to your lips and had a few sips. The sugar instantly hit you, causing the sort of bounce-off-the-walls energy that Spy's no soda rule tried to prevent. You rocked from side to side in a very little-appropriate way to curb the sugar rush. 

Scout obviously noticed how hard the carbonated drink had hit you. "Yeah, when I had Bonk for the first time, I had to run like a mile and a half through the neighborhood, just to burn it off!" 

Your cheeks glowed pink with giddiness. Scout made you feel warm, like a sort of sugary sweetness bubbling to the surface inside you. For a tiny like you, the excitement was almost too much to bear! But, alas, you skipped back over to the bucket, setting your sippy cup down to fish inside for a toy to tide you over. 

Suddenly, you felt Scout's hands latch onto your sides as he attempted to lift you up. He teetered from side to side, but still managed to hold you steady enough for you to peek inside and grab a plush ball. 

Seemingly as soon as you'd been picked up, your feet touched concrete again. "Looked like ya needed a hand, short-stop, seein' as you were on your tippy toes and all." 

You shook your head in defiance. "M not short! Can reach, can reach!" 

You squeezed your eyes shut as Scout's hand landed on the top of your head, gently patting in reassurance. "Yeah, sure thing, kiddo. I'm sure you can reach anything you want, huh?" 

The weight of the ball left your grasp. "Even this, babydoll?" 

Confused, you opened your eyes, only to see Scout lifting the round object way above your head. Despite your futile attempts to reach it, he was tall enough to lift it out of reach. His toothy grin practically glistened at you. 

"Alright, alright, sweetheart. No need to get all pouty on me, y'know I ain't got a need for this thing anyway." He placed his empty hand on his hip, offering the ball on a flat palm. "Unless you wanted to play some catch? Y'know, I'm really good at playin' ball. Not even Sniper can beat me!" 

Your pout evaporates into a beaming smile, watching Scout's chest stick out with pride. "Ahuh, catch, catch! Gonna win!" 

His laugh follows yours. "Alright, but I ain't goin' easy on ya, sweetcheeks~!" 

This was going to be the best weekend ever!

[undertale-writing-times]

Could I possibly ask for some fluff with Reaper and Echo?

Maybe the two of them are just cuddled together and are enjoying each other's company as they're hopelessly in love dorks who can't get enough of soft snuggles.

Okay so I'm like... strangely proud of this one? ?o?

I wrote it at 6:42 at night lol

I'm so tired but I'm so proud of it too! Or maybe I'm just tired. Lol.

Hope you enjoy Reap being gay for like 10 minutes.

Being Echo's datemate, wasn't the easiest thing in the world for Reap. It wasn't that they were hard to handle, or that they didn't love each other, no! Not at all. Reap knew that Echo loved him, and Echo knew that Reap cared for them as well.

The thing that made it hard, was the fact that Echo's magic levels were so low.

It made it so sometimes, if they weren't careful, anything could make them almost dust. Echo went through a lot of pain and was almost always tired because of the low magic levels. More often than not, Reap would have to give them a bit of his own magic while being careful not to give too much. Don't want to accidentally make a child, you know?

That was, funnily enough, the reason that they met the first time. Reap's job was to collect souls and help people pass on, mostly ones from abandoned AUs. Echo's was one of those, sort of. It didn't work out exactly how Reap expected.

He was so happy to have Echo with him though, it was like... he had someone finally.

He had a partner before, it just didn't work out exactly that well, and he had been frightened to get into a relationship again because of that. Echo often would say that they were going to die anyway, why should they even bother trying?

They both got through it and ended up together.

Reap has almost never been happier.

Plus! When they're in the Anti-Void, as Echo called it, Reap could touch Echo without worrying about killing them! They don't need to sleep while they're in there, which is also nice, but Reap didn't really need to sleep anyway. Would be kinda weird if the reaper did need to sleep.

Even if they both didn't need to, sometimes Echo would like sleeping. They said it was relaxing, and it helped stopped the pain. Whenever Echo fell asleep, he would use that time to give them some of his magic. Reap, honestly, wished that he could do more but he was fairly sure that that was the only thing that he could do.

He felt... oddly selfish.

Echo was his datemate, and he loves them but he was selfish. He knew that he should have ended it by now, not their relationship but Echo's life. They had been through so much, and Reap ending it would be mercy but he couldn't bring himself to do it.

Death has gotten attached to someone hanging on by a thread. As long as he didn't do it himself, Echo would continue to balance on the thread. It frightened him, more than he would like to admit.

What the hell was he supposed to do? Reap knew that if he asked Life, she would tell him that life begins, so it can end. It's supposed to happen to everyone and nobody can stop it. It's an endless circle and he should know not to try to change it because if he tried, things would become unbalanced.

He didn't care.

He knew that he needed Echo, and Echo needed him!

As he was thinking about that, he felt the familiar feeling of something stirring in his arms. He realized that he had been letting out a stronger surge of magic causing him to tense, his bones locking just a tad and he lightly nudges his skull against Echo's skull “You okay?” he mumbles, his voice soft. Echo didn't like too fast and too loud sounds when they first woke up.

Echo looks up at him, their one eye socket slowly opening, blinking a few times. The other eye was covered in a glitch, something that they couldn't quite control. "Hm?" they breathe out slowly, and rests their head down again mumbling "Good... 'm fine" they sounded so tired. No matter how much sleep his datemate gets, they were still so tired.

"I'm glad" Reap lets out a soft laugh, and rests his skull on top of his datemate's, petting the top of their skull with the tips of his fingers.

He loved the fact that he could touch people nowadays, or at least just Echo. It was something he couldn't wrap his head around!

Echo looks up at him a little, and chuckles rolling their eyeshine "keep cuddling me like that and y..you're gonna be the death of me"

"Oh haha" Reap says, looking down at them. He didn't have any eyeshines, just black sockets. He presses his teeth against the top of Echo's head in a sort of kiss, the best a skeleton can do. "You sure you're feeling good though? I got distracted giving you some magic while you were asleep, might have given a bit too much"

"I feel fine, relax" Echo's, very slightly annoyed, voice comes out and they slowly sit up stretching their arms above their head. Reap hated seeing that cut on their chest, the blood always coming from their mouth. Hated seeing that stupid damn scarf.

He wished that it would go away.

Of course that was just a wish! He would never, and I mean never, do anything to get that scarf to go away himself. It was the last thing Echo had of... of... he couldn't even say it.

"Are you okay?" Echo asks causing Reap to tense up. He looks up at his datemate, wondering how he should answer that.

No, I'm not okay. I hate the fact that you're going to die one day, I'm going to have to be the one to take you, to kill you. Life would go on for him but not for you, and he hates the idea of that.

"Of course I am, why wouldn't I be?" he laughs a little, and sits up putting his arms around Echo's waist pulling them closer, bonking their skulls together "Just thinking about how cute you are~" he purrs.

Echo tenses a tad, and huffs turning their head away "Shut up" they murmur, while leaning into the bonk shutting their eye socket.

Reap didn't care what the world wanted him to do, what nature told him to do... as long as he could help it, he wasn't going to allow anyone or anything to take Echo away from him.

He wasn't often selfish but this time, he was going to keep what he wanted and nobody could stop him.

[deexchanel]

little girl in a box.

word count:

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x BlackFem!Reader

Warning: Swearing, mention of killing😬.

Summary: Bucky and Y/N comes home from their date to find a sweetheart in a box.

A/N: this haven't been my week so im using fanfiction to be a distraction.

Y/N and Bucky walked up the stairs to their apartment in Bucharest. They were holding hands, engaged in a conversation.

"I was thinking, what if I made shrimp alfredo?" Y/N asked as their hands sway back and forth. Bucky looked at her confused.

"What's alfredo?"

"Oh my god, you never had it before?"

"I mean in the army they boiled everything. It wasn't really lavish."

"Everything boiled sound so nasty."

"I know right but I managed. What's going to be in it?"

"Shrimp and pasta with Alfredo sauce. I think you're going to love it!"

"That's fine with me babe, as long as it isn't soup."

"Same." Y/N laughed letting go of his hand so she could unlock the door. Normally they would go through the window. But just for one night, they didn't want to be paranoid. Just to have one normal night.

Bucky stopped in his tracks staring at a medium size box that had big holes poked in it. "Y/N were you expecting something?"

"No." Y/N with hesitation getting worried that this might a setup. Bucky pulled her behind him protectively then proceeded to nudge open the box. The box top fell off and a pair of brown doe eyes stared back at them. Bucky hardened face expression soften as he saw a beautiful little girl in the box.

Whoever left this beautiful child in the box was a horrible person in general. The little girl sat up looking at the couple nervously. Bucky squat down so they could be eye level.

"Hi princess... I'm Bucky and that's my girlfriend Y/N. Would you like to tell me your name?" Bucky said softly then pointed at Y/N who waved giving a toothless smile. It was like Bucky's dad instincts kicked in as he felt the need to protect the little girl any way he could.

She shook her head as a way of saying she didn't want to talk. Her body was skinny seeming that she haven't ate in a couple of days. She looked no older then 4. Y/N squat down to help ease her nerves.

"How about we go in and get you something to eat?"

The little girl looked at Y/N scaredly and instantly held her arms out for Bucky. Y/N sigh knowing that whatever happened in this girl past, she was scared of women she didn't trust. Bucky picked her up gently not wanted to hurt her with his arm.

They walked into the apartment and Y/N quickly started to prepare dinner. Bucky sat on the bed while the little girl sat on the side of them. He tries to start conversation again with her.

"Can you tell me your name now?"

The little girl looked around before speaking softly,"Melanie.."

The pair looked at each otherin shock, he got her to talk. There wasn't any technology in the room so they best way to stay entertained was to have conversation.

"Well Melanie how old are you?" Bucky questioned.

"Five." She said but held up three fingers making Bucky smile in amusement. He helped her by raising up another finger.

"How old are you?"

Y/N giggled while fixing their bowls. Nobody have ever asked him that. Bucky laughed since its been a long time since someone asked him that.

"Well doll, I'm 106."

Melanie made a funny face turning her head to the side. Y/N came over with three bowls in her hands. Bucky grabbed the bowls passing one to Melanie, while holding the other ones as Y/N sat down so she wouldn't spill it.

"Can I eat all of it? I've been good all week." Melanie moved some of her hair from her face with a a sadden expression. Y/N felt so bad for her, this wasn't right.

"Baby you can eat all it. I can make more if you want some okay?"

"Okay." Melanie smiled digging in her food. Bucky and Y/N shared a look. He was angry that she went through horrible things at a young age.

After dinner, Bucky washed and put the dishes away while Y/N laid down on the mattress. Melanie kept picking her head up to see if Bucky was coming.

"He's coming honey, he's washing dishes."Y/N laughed softly realizing what she was doing. "You tired?"

Melanie shook her head, rubbing her eyes,"No."

"Yes you are. Come here?" Y/N asked nicely but Melanie poked out her lip. She was sitting in the middle of the mattress near Y/N's knees.

"Noo, I'm waiting on Bucky."

"Here I am princess." Bucky grunt getting on his knees behind her. Melanie looked happy as he picked her up, walking on his knees to get to this spot on the mattress. Y/N laid on her side, watching them in admiration. 

Melanie was very brave and didn't take long getting used to the couple. Food was a way to her heart so the trust came quickly. She was snuggled between Bucky and Y/N while they cuddled her enjoying their sleep.

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2:48 a.m.

People smashing through the apartment windows starled them awoke. Before Bucky could reach for his gun, a man punched him in the face. Y/N quickly grabbed Melanie holding her into her chest then gets up grabbing the emergency bookbag.

The couple agreed that if this was to happen then find the best way out possible. They would find each other no matter how far away they was. Bucky did one on one combat with the man that broke in.

"GO Y/N!"

She nodded rushing to the door making sure to keep a good grip on Melanie. When she opened the door a man stood their with a gun pointed directly at her head. Melanie start to cry with all the commotion going on. Tears start to fall out of Y/N's eyes, thinking this was it.

"Go back in now or I won't hesitate putting one between your eyes." The man sneered putting the cold gun on her forehead. Y/N turned around going back into the apartment. Bucky closed his eyes trying not to lose it as he saw his family being held at gun point.  He was being held at gun point as well but he was hoping that his girls was able to get away.

"So Winter Soldier, you really thought you could get away." A man laughed turning on a light revealing his face. It was Rumlow holding Bucky at gun point and the man that held Y/N at gun point was Pierce. Bucky chest heaved up and down as he was getting angrier.

Melanie little face was turning red from how hard she was crying. Pierce rapidly pointed another gun in his other hand at Melanie's little forehead.

"NO!"Bucky jumped forward but Rumlow put the gun on his forehead making him stop. Pierce took the gun off safety pressing it harder on Melanie's forehead which makes Y/N sob harder.

"Shut the little brat up!"

"Melanie baby, stop... stop crying we're okay. Bucky's okay." Y/N lied hoping she was to stop crying. Melanie cries turns into sniffles looking at Y/N hopefully.

Y/N nod her head crying,"We're okay baby."

Bucky felt like he let his girls down. He was so angry that he wanted to kill both of them but he couldn't move. "I'll go back and do whatever. Just p-please leave my family out of this."

"That's what I wanted to hear! Cuff him!" Pierce exclaimed letting the guns drop from Y/N and Melanie. Y/N shook her head not wanting Bucky to leave and endure all the things they worked so hard for him to forget.

"Bucky no!”

"Shut it bitch!" Pierce snapped at her holding the gun to her head again making her jump. It was killing Bucky for not being able to help.

"I'm sorry Y/N. I love you." Bucky sigh putting his arms behind his back so Rumlow could cuff him. As Rumlow did, Redwing flew in dropping a disk on Pierce's forehead electrocuting him. Sending him unconscious.

Bucky ducked as Rumlow shot the gun towards him making the girls scream. Sam flew in the window taking out the extra gaurd that stood by the refrigerator. Bucky stood up swiftly so he could take out Rumlow.

He smirked aiming the gun towards the girls," I guess nobody's getting what they want." Rumlow shot the gun at the girls. Y/N used her body to shield Melanie. Bucky stared in horror as he tried to get to them but Steve's shield covered them from the bullets.

Bucky turned around angrily at Rumlow pulling out the secret gun that was in his  waist holster. With no hesitation, Bucky shoots him between the eyes. Rumlow body fell to the ground.

Y/N came from behind Steve's large frame. She walked over to Bucky and pulled him into a hug without crushing Melanie's little body. Bucky rubbed his hand through Y/N hair and kissed Melanie's forehead. They didn't have anything to say, they were just grateful to all be alive.

"I'm so sorry to ruin this moment guys but we need to go. Their supposed to be bringing in reinforcements any second." Steve said placing his shield on his back.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y. bring the jet back around." Sam pressed his finger on the com.

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On the jet, it was quiet but peaceful time for them to rejuvenate. Bucky couldn't sleep so he watched over his girls who were sleeping.

Melanie slept on his chest with his metal arm holding her up so her face could implant into his neck. Y/N was cuddled up with his arm wrapped around her. He kissed their foreheads every other second for his comfort.

"Thank you guys." Bucky said to Sam and Steve who were sitting in the in the front seats of quinjet.

"Just gald you guys are safe." Steve pat his hand on Bucky's shoulder.

"Plus we were able to kill two birds with one stone. Bonus but glad we could help."Sam said making Bucky smiled. He looked at his girls, very content with life.

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horrible writing.

I wrote this bout a year ago. I don't like it, but i just needed it as a distraction.

stay slutty my friends

[yr-obedt-cicero]

hii! I was wondering for a fanfic idea, do you think that the hamilton's kids would have gotten along with john laurens had he lived longer? idk you seem to be a expert on them and stuff so I thought you would be best to ask! love your research btw!!

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Aw, thanks so much, I'm flattered! But I have to beg you please don't call me a expert. I'm not, like at all. I'm just a teen on the internet doing this for fun.

As for your actual question:

Short answer: I don't see why not. Really anyone close with Hamilton was decently close with his kids, Ex: the Washington's, Troup, McHenry, etc. And he had plenty of younger siblings, two of which he looked after while in Geneva, so I don't see him not liking kids. Though as you've already mentioned, he died before seeing any of them, so the only thing we have to him actually acknowledging Hamilton's family is that one letter of him being salty Hamilton was spending "so much" time with newborn Philip. Other than that, it's left up to the imagination.

Long answer: personally, I can see many of them liking him as well (Please I'm basing this off my research not the official accounts don't hurt me). Philip was known for being fractious and rebellious, so I can see him and Laurens sharing that same stubbornness and recklessness (Plus I'm sure he'd enjoy the war stories of his dad). Angelica was fond of birds, as was Laurens, so nature as I see it. And others, like James would have probably admired Laurens for his military bravery. I cannot say there is many similarities with the others, but that definitely doesn't diminish any bond they could have formed. I'm just giving content ideas based on what I know really.

The only one I can see not really liking him, would be John Church. And even that I'm hesitant to say. Church is complicated because while he clearly held disgust against the letters between Laurens and Hamilton (If you didn't know, he made the famous fruity scratch out and wrote "I must not publish this.") He didn't seem to hold any anger against either of them for it actually. Even after learning of their love, and even being the one to have the library of his father's correspondence at his disposal, Church continued to respect his father and only write of praise (Although he probably could have just played off their affections as "friendship" or "just a sex thing because there was no woman." Gotta think of the homophobic time period). He clearly didn't hold any resentment towards Laurens either because he even named one of his sons after Laurens. So yeah, I don't think Church would dislike him either.

I guess you could bring up that half of Hamilton's sons got into law and so did Laurens, but then again, Laurens preferred medicine (If it wasn't for his shitty dad). Generally, I'm stuck between wether Laurens would love the children because they're the children of his lover, or if their very existence would be a painful reminder that Hamilton has a family without him in it (Take the latter with a grain of salt because that's just an idea from the previously mentioned letter in the beginning. But really that was just once.)

Whichever you wish to follow, is up to you my guy. These are all just headcannons based on what I know. We can't really say with certainty how Laurens would be with children because he never had the chance to be a father himself. All we have is his siblings: which if he treated all children that way, then yeah I'd consider him good with kids. He helped tutor his siblings, helped his younger brother find schools, and as previously mentioned, literally watched over them while in Europe. So as far as I can tell, his experience with kids is good, since it would be unfair to bring up Frances.

Hoped this help! I'd love it if you could send me the link to the fanfiction when it's done!

[oingo233]

You Are Beautiful (1)

Summary: Sirius Black was entranced since the moment he saw you. He had to have you but you are convinced his feelings are fleeting, and will only hurt you. People inside and outside of your relationship meddle in the makings of something that could be beautiful... or disastrous. Will love and confidence win? Or will doubt and uncertainty tear you both down?

Young Sirius Black x Pus SizedFemReader

Warning: one inappropriate joke lol, fluff I suppose and nothing else really. All the real stuff comes later :0

Authors note: I mostly write my xreader fics as neutral but as this is a request, I wrote this as fem. But if anyone would like a male version or neutral version let me know and I will copy this but obviously change readers gender (and it's no burden to me I'd love to make more readers feel included and represented). Also reader is plus sized and she is confident and strong throughout the fic -because plus sized characters aren't represented like that in film/books alot (but if looking for amazing and empowering plus sized female characters Nina Zenik from Six of Crows owns my entire heart and changed how I saw myself personally and I would recommend that book for anyone really)- but as any human she has her insecurities because beauty standards are unattainable and have a way excluding so many people and making us feel less than beautiful. As a plus sized/overweight person myself, I understand how we have to fight to feel beautiful and fight this internalized bias we have when we look in the mirror. But WE ARE BEAUTIFUL. WE ARE WORTHY OF MAGAZINGE COVERS AND COMPLIMENTS AND ABOVE ALL SELF LOVE!! The self insert character in this has fought for her confidence, but it will shake and stumble throughout the series and Sirius and friends are there for her to help her realize for herself how beautiful she truly is, once again. So I hope I didn't stray too far from the request :) Enjoy....

Word Count: 1.8

Authors Note: About halfway through I decided to make it a series oops-

****Blabbering Idiot****

Sirius Black is a man of many, many words. In fact, I'm sure if he was writing this he could quickly turn it into one of the most entertaining novels ever written. He'd describe the laughter of his friends for a whole page. Tell a hilarious joke on the next. Then he'd describe the wind blowing through the open halls and courtyard and the spring sun. He could write about a great many things in great detail. (But he wouldn't because he doesn't quite enjoy writing as much as he does anything else, but that's above the point.)

As I said, Sirius Black is a man of many words. So it was such a curious thing when he first saw you. It was an astounding thing really, because for the first time he found something that rendered him completely speechless.

The sun was peeking through the open corridor and pooled onto you, caressing your skin and hair in an ethereal glow. Highlighting curves that brought both sinful and sweet thoughts running through him. It was as if the universe was telling him, look at what we've created, look at this beautiful creature. But he could hardly believe that this world could create something so lovely and kind. You threw your head back in laughter at something your friend said and suddenly the world is back to normal and all he can hear is your laughter and the sound of his friends curiosity at what could have possibly kept him from the conversation about muggle rock compared to Wizard bands. In fact, James was so passionate about it half the hall turned to listen to his rendition of The Chain by Fleetwood Mac.

But he didn't care, he took a feeble step towards you and suddenly felt so nervous his hands began to sweat. He stuttered and coughed up his words just for a simple "hello" in your direction only for the wind blowing through the halls to carry it away. And his friends laughed at him as he watched you walk too far from where he wanted you. Because, oh did he want you.

Sirus POV:

"I'm telling you, I won't be able to sleep tonight unless I know who she is," Sirius says for not the first time that evening. James started to laugh.

"Why? Because you'll be too busy thinking of her?" James said, laughing as he made a very suggestive hand motion. Peter cackled and Remus rolled his eyes, trying to find the cleaner side of his humor but instead he couldn't help but snort. Sirius pushed James's shoulder.

"Yeah, I'm sure Lily would love to know how familiar with that feeling you are," Sirius says and James stopped laughing immediately, his eyes narrowed.

"Please, you wouldn't dare. And I will deny all accusations, you'll be made out to be a liar. Then the mystery girl will never love you. Is that what you want, Pads?" James joked with a single arch of his brow. Sirius just rolled his eyes. He was only half paying attention, he has been scouring the hallways since he first saw that girl. He wanted to speak to her again, or maybe just stare for a bit. If things went well, he'd be able to do both those things on a date. But he hasn't seen her since that morning and his heart felt oddly shallow. He wanted those butterflies he had when looking at her to come back and overwhelm him again.

"What'll it matter if I don't even know who she is? Or- or if I can't talk to her? No one falls in love with a blabbering idiot," Sirius says. Remus shrugs.

"Lily fell in love with James," he says, Peter laughed again.

"Yeah, regardless of what he does at night," Peter added and now both James and Sirius were rolling their eyes. James and Lily just recently stopped denying their feelings for one another and gave into the sexual tension and mutual pining. Their relationship was still fairly new but they act as if they've been together for years. Sirius supposed that in a way, they have been.

Sirius would watch them giggling, hand and hand in the hall. He'd see them cuddling in the common room, or coming back after dates with rosy cheeks and beaming smiles. Sirius would never admit it out loud, but his heart cried out when he saw them like that. He rarely ever felt lonely. He could have any girl or boy he wanted if he really tried, but for what? One fun night? Only for one more morning where he wakes up alone? He wanted more than that whenever he saw Lily and James, their happiness was palpable. Their love was suffocating.

Sirius always thought he'd find the one after Hogwarts, if at all. But when he saw her... well that changed everything. In a flash he saw himself with her, their hands intertwined and her head thrown back in laughter. Rosy cheeks and bruised lips. Warm beds and making love... being in love. He nearly felt silly after and yet, he knew that even if he did sleep tonight, it would be her he'd dream of.

"Ello' guys!" Lily said, bouncing up to James who kissed her cheek. They walked with their arms looped and Sirius glared at the easy sign of affection. He thought of his parents, how they would be stiff with one another except for in quiet moments, when he'd pass through a hall and glance into their room. He'd spot a quick kiss on the cheek, and soft squeeze of the hand. It were those odd moments for him, that struck him so strongly with a sharp bitterness. They don't deserve softness and love, he'd think, how can such cruel creatures even feel such things? But even then, he'd walk away seeing them as still awful creatures born from the depths of hell, but more human.

"That's her," Sirius whispered so quietly Remus almost didn't hear it. In fact, Sirius didn’t think Remus heard it at all, but it was rather his look of longing towards the Great Hall entrance that gave him away. Because standing right there, was you.

Your hair was a little wind blown, messy around your face, bits of iit shaped your round cheeks and soft eyes. Sirius eyed you up and down and cursed clothes and cursed shyness and cursed his own head for thinking he could even talk to you. But most of all, he cursed a group of boys who walked past you.

Sirius was a confident boy, he knew how to spot someone who held their head up just as high as he did, and you were very much one of those people. You were giggling as you stole a biscuit from a friend and popped it into your mouth, you covered your mouth as you laughed when they complained with a little smile of their own.

"It's just so yummy, and I haven't eaten since breakfast." He heard you say, your friend just shook his head and handed you a plate as you sat down next to him. But right before you could get comfortable a sneering group of boys stole a piece of food from your hand and said something rather rude.

Sirius didn't even realize he had been walking towards you, this girl he has never even spoken too, yet thought of so endearingly, until he was standing right before the boys and had the pack leaders wrist firmly in his grip.

"Drop it boy, c'mon, drop it," he teased. It was humiliating for the boy and he knew it by the laughing and sneering others directed towards the group of boys, but Sirius did not care. The boy dropped the biscuit and looked as if his tail was tucked into his legs. "Good boy," he said, ruffling his hair until it was a knotted mess, the boy winced at just how hard Sirius dug his knuckles into his scalp, Sirius relented with a satisfied smirk.

Sirius’s voice took on a much harsher tone, "Now scram." The boys were out of their seats and in new ones within seconds.

Sirius felt his mood shift completely once they left, because now all eyes were on him, yours included. He looked up at you rather shyly, his hair falling in strands over his forehead. He tucked it behind his ear and found some confidence in the way your eyes followed the movement and how you blushed. He gave you his best smile, hoping his charm wasn't as weak as his legs felt at that moment.

"Hello, I'm Sirius... Sirius Black." Then, like an idiot he put his hand out for you to shake, what charmer just shakes the ladies hand? He stopped belittling himself the moment you softly placed your hand in his.

"It's nice to meet you, Sirius, and thanks for helping me. I know how to handle those filthy 'dogs'" you said, smiling as you remembered the way he spoke to them, he chuckled. "But I suppose it's nice not always having to," you finished with a bright smile on your face. He felt his own cheeks heat up and he nodded but could not think of anything better to say.

"Name," he said, you raised your brows. He cleared his throat, "your name?"

"Oh, how rude of me," you said and then you laughed, that same laugh that caught his attention and has yet to let go. "I'm (y/n) (y/l/n)."

"Nice to meet you," he said, it was as if he couldn't feel the appalled stares of your friends because all he could see was the blush on your cheeks and your head thrown back in laughter. He swallowed thickly before making his way back to his friends. They all wore raised brows and smirks, and he knew they were about to bite into him.

"Treating them like dogs, really? A bit ironic don't you think," Lily said, James shrugged

"That's why it was so good," he said, high fiving Sirius.

"But it admittedly went downhill from there," Peter was sure to add, just like Sirius knew one of them would. Sirius just laughed, too elated to finally know who you were.

"Don't start," he said, but it was too late.

All in union they sputtered out the lame word that will plague Sirius' memory of that moment forever, "Name?"

They cackled at him and ruffled his hair all the way to their seats, but Sirius knew they were pleased for him. And Sirius didn't mind, he could feel the pretty eyes of a pretty girl following him across the room. If only someone told him how important she would become to him, maybe he would have looked back at her and never looked away.

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@enchantedblackrose

[theji]

Things Yizhan Made Me Do

It's BXG Day today! 🐢💛

To commemorate the occasion, I thought of making a list of 13 out-of-character things that I've done since falling into the fandom. (OK I'm a bit late I meant to do this sooner, the day is ending soon in a couple of hours).

1. Start a blog

And a public one, no less. I had a blog when I was in my teens but that was private, like a personal diary. My day job already involves writing so off-work I would usually like to indulge in mindless activities. Now, here I am, maintaining a Yizhan blog. I have not even used Tumblr prior to this but I'm enjoying it now, rambling about our fav boys. Writing is not a chore if it's about them.

2. Join a fandom

I joined a boy band fan club once upon a time, some 15 years ago, but I was never as invested in it as I am now with Yizhan. Back then it was just buying some merch, attending their concert/autograph sessions, listening to their songs. Apart from work, dog mum duties, personal relationships, other hobbies like kombucha brewing, most of my free time is now spent on the fandom. My Netflix account is crying. There is just so much to do and catch up on (I'm not complaining). I also enjoy interacting with and learning from other bloggers here. Antis are no fun and some industry news/developments/hate messages are upsetting but ultimately, you curate your own fandom experience. And I choose positivity and rationality.

3. Indulge in RPS

I don't ever 'ship'. What is 'ship'? 😆 I was always a dutiful audience, just enjoying whatever drama series and moving on after that. I started with CQL like most people and I didn't even notice/like GGDD until much later. Didn't even set out to 'ship' anyone but now I'm a self-professed turtle. SZD is SZD, and anyone can see something special between them if you keep an open mind. I wrote about my SZD reasons here previously. That said, GG & DD are individuals, each with their own successful careers. They come first, the ship comes second. That I'm very clear of.

4. Use Chinese apps

Gosh, my phone and tablet are now full of Chinese apps. I used to have only WeChat cos I needed it for work but now I have Weibo, Oasis, Douyin, WeTV, MangoTV, Youku, etc. Some of them are not even available in the app store so I had to find alternative sources to download them. haha..I even have paid membership for some of these apps. And now, browsing Weibo daily becomes a routine. If you wish, you can just get stuck browsing Weibo for a long long time. It's entertaining.

5. Read fan fic

I only started about 6 months ago but now I'm hooked and fics are largely the only thing I read these days, apart from news. But I only read Yizhan or WangXian fics (p.s. calling for fic recs of other pairings!) I know some might have different feelings about fan fics but to me, I really just see them as fiction, with characters (and sometimes traits) bearing similarities to GGDD. Similarly, I separate the platform from the incident so I have no problems going to A03 despite GG's incident. I just enjoy seeing the characters named XZ/WYB having happy endings in many different timelines and universes. While most of the fics I read are explicit (by design), I don't use them as tools to play out certain fantasies or to think of GGDD in a sexual manner. In fact, I really hate fics that have little substance and just go into the explicit parts without plot development. I like those with interesting premises too, like one I read recently where XZ is a serial killer and WYB is a police officer investigating the case but also in love with him. I do have plans to share my list of fav fan fics some time down the road so keep an eye out for it!

6. Willingly read Chinese

Yes, Chinese may be my mother tongue but I don't use it much in daily living unless I have to. I also find it tedious to read Chinese cos the characters are just so squashed together. If I have a choice, I will always pick English. But now, I read so much Chinese from my daily weibo browsing. I even read fan fics in Chinese! Who am I? On the plus side, I think my Chinese comprehension and translation skills improved. I also picked up some internet lingo used by Chinese netizens, which are pretty interesting like doi, 🐮🍺, 🖍. My all-time fav is yyds.

7. Act like a cougar

In real life, I have always maintained that younger men are childish. At least those I have encountered. But look at me now, fangirling over two younger men (I am closer in age to GG, but still..). I even jokingly call them my 'China Boyfriends'. I look at them very respectfully most of the time.

8. Buy merch

Seriously, once you start, you can't stop. At least that was what happened to me, although I'm still quite selective when it comes to supporting their endorsements. I usually go for consumables like food, cosmetics vs collectibles cos I'm more practical. Also, GG says to support their merch within reasonable means so that's what I'm doing. Just buying things that I'm interested to try and not because it has their faces or names slapped on it. In a way, this suits me cos I like trying new brands and stuff anyway.

9. Keeping a Yizhan archive

Photos, weblinks, videos, songs, fan fics list..my phone is full of these things now. I think my Yizhan photo gallery is only second to the folder with my dogs' pictures. But how can you resist when we are blessed with new pics of them almost every week?

10. Camp for livestreams

I'm lucky I live in the same time zone as the boys so I don't have to wake up in the wee hours of the morning just to watch something. But that's the thing, being in the same time zone sometimes make me feel like I HAVE to watch that thing live because, why not? Why wait? Not shy to admit that I once watched a live programme in the middle of work but I made sure I finished what needed to be done. I think so long as we don't let these livestream schedules run our lives, there's no harm in camping for them.

11. Watch c entertainment

I am one of those who used to pass over Chinese productions, simply because it's a Chinese production. Not in a scoffing manner but I'm just genuinely not interested in them nor the celebs. I was more of a US/UK production kind of person, occasionally Korean/Japanese. Now, I'm learning to enjoy them although I just watch those with GGDD in them. No energy to follow other Chinese celebs anyway. The other programme I'm contemplating watching even if it doesn't have them in it is Who's the Murderer (GG was only in one of the cases) cos I like the premise. On the flip side, now my sis and partner keep making fun of me cos to them, all I do now is "watch China shows". That is so not true. Or is it?

12. Write fan mail

I wrote a letter to GG once. A long-ass letter. I hope he read it. That's all I'm gonna say. 🙈 hahahahaha

13. Desire to visit China

China was never on my list of to-visit places. Just wasn't interested. I have been to Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou a few times in the past for work but even then, I never felt the urge to revisit for leisure. Now, I wanna visit GG and DD's home town, visit Chongqing to see the graffiti wall with Bobii Zanbii on it, eat mala hotpot and try out their sauce recipe, attend BXG events, dine at the CQL restaurant... Watching TTXS also made me realise that there are many beautiful places in China with natural landscapes and all that. I used to be clouded by my disdain for the regime and some behaviour of its citizens but now, I recognise that the country is separate from the regime or a smaller group of poorly behaved citizens. China is a beautiful country and I would love to visit some day. I will fly over immediately on my own if someone gives me tix to ADLAD!!

Well, I hope some of these things resonate with you. Feel free to share the OOC things that Yizhan made you do.

Once again, Happy BXG Day! 🐢💛🐆🐇🐷🌶🦁🍑🐶🍍🛹🎋

[thevampiresiren]

Helping Yoongi Shave

Word Count: 2.5K

Genre: Fluff, Humor

WARNINGS: Soft!Yoongi, Tooth Aching Fluff, Cursing, Slight Suggestive Themes (nothing major, just some suggestive flirting and a little talk of sex. Yoongi also puts his hands on the reader's butt)

Summary: Yoongi needs to shave, but he's too tired to do it himself. So he teaches you how to shave him.

A/n: So… This is the very first Fanfic that I wrote and I’m not going to lie; I was a very nervous about posting it until one of my friends read it for me and loved it. I’m not sure if I’ll be doing this stuff as a part of my blog ALL the time, but if I can think of anything and if it comes out good; I’ll definitely post it.  Also I just REALLY wanted to do a Yoongi shaving fanfic because I think helping your significant other shave is SO intimate and involves a lot of trust. I hope you guys like it!

I was passed out on the couch in the living room when I woke up to the sound of keys jingling outside the apartment door. As Holly got up from laying next to my feet, I picked up my phone and saw that it was around 1:30 am. As the door opened, I heard the brown toy poodle bark happily while he was spanning around in a circle while footsteps stopped to where he was. "Shhh, Holly. You're gonna wake Mom up." My boyfriend whispered petting the fluffy canine.

"Too late, she's awake." I yawned while stretching with a smile on my face. Yoongi looked up from petting Holly.

"I'm sorry, Jagiya. I thought you were in bed." Yoongi said while taking his shoes off, setting his work bag down, and walking over to me. I smiled as he tilted my chin up to gently peck my lips. When he pulled away, he laughed loudly. "What?" I asked.

"Nice bed head, babe". He said smirking while nodding at me. I ran my my finger through hair and sighed. "Hey, don't be upset. It's cute." He said standing up and kissing my check. I felt a slight roughness on my skin once he made contact. I look at his upper lip and chin, smirking.

"Nice stubble, babe." I copied. He touched his face and groaned. "Don't be upset. Its cute." I mocked. Yoongi smiled.

"I'm gonna go get changed. I'm too tired to shave tonight." He said yawning while walking to our bedroom. Holly and I followed not far behind and he laid down in his little bed starting to doze off again knowing his dad was home. I walked in and saw that Yoongi had put his glasses on and changed into his black sweatpants that hung loosly on his hips and was topless. He was by no means the buffest man in world, nor did he have majorly defined abs; but he was toned enough that you could see his pecs, and when the light hit right at the correct angel; his faint abs from him most recently working out would show up. He was perfect. His arm muscles slightly moved as he threw his clothes into hamper. I was too busy admiring him before he broke me from trance. "You okay over there? If I didn't know any better I'd get the feeling you're checking me out." He said with a cocky smirk. I smiled and pushed myself off the door frame I was leaning on.

"Nah, I think your hideous and by no means attractive. And you do it to me all the time." I said jokingly.

"Your loud noises from me pinning you down two nights ago and those dark marks say otherwise, baby girl". He said smirking. I blushed while trying to cover the "love marks" on my neck and where my shoulders met.

"Shut up and let me enjoy my hot boyfriend's body when we aren't fucking." I said laughing. Yoongi let out chuckle before he went off to the master bathroom to brush his teeth. I changed out of my day clothes into nothing but his white Fear of God shirt that hit my mid thighs and put my hair in a high ponytail.

"Aish! Its so fucking bad" Yoongi groaned loudly. I looked in and saw him examining his facial hair, clearly upset with how fast it was growing. "Yoon, just shave it tomorrow before you go to work. You need sleep." I said walking over to him. I knew he was beyong exhausted by how irritated he sounded and by the slight bags under his eyes. It was comeback season and I knew he was over working himself a bit. He was eating healthy and was taking care of himself like he has been, but I still worried about him. "I can't, we have an interview in the morning and we have dance practice. Plus, I need to finish up a song in the home studio once I wake up." He said leaning his head against the mirror pouting; his raven bangs falling and covering his eyes. I wrapped my arms around his bare torso and leaned my cheek on his broad shoulder making him shiver at the contact. "What if I do it for you?" I said quietly.

"My work?"

"No, dumbass." I said pulling away laughing while he turned around. "I mean shave your face." I said poking his chubby cheeks and kissing his pout.

"You sure you're not to tired to do that for me?"

"I wouldn't be offering if I was."

"Yes you would, because I'd do it too for you."

"I've already gotten at least 4 hours of sleep. You've been up since 6 am. I have more energy and I don't want you stressing out over it. Let me do it, baby. Let me take care of you." I said seriously.

"God, I can't wait to make you my wife." He said sighing. I laughed loudly "Who said I would say yes if your proposed?".

"We've talked about it and you were weak at the knees when I told you I would give you as many kids as you want and I would find a way to make it work for you, the kids, and music. Plus, you let me take your v-card. You've already said yes based on that like I did." Yoongi said laughing.

I blushed. "Just go get your damn razor and everything else." I said crossing my arms over my chest. Yoongi turned around and opened the medicine cabinet to pull out his shaving cream, aftershave, and the black leather case that he kept his razor in. He set everything in front of the sink and scooted out of the way for me to work. I opened up the case and saw exactly what type of razor it was. Anxiety shivered through my body as I pulled the razor out carefully. I just came to the realization that I had never actually SEEN his razor. He usually was using it on tour or even over at the dorm with the rest of the guys. Whenever he did shave here, it was in the shower.

"Yoongs..."

"Yeah?"

"This is a straight razor...". I said quietly.

"I know. It gets closer to my skin and the shave lasts longer. It works better for me than a normal one.". I carefully opened the blade far away from either of us at the risk of us getting cut. I stared at it and my anxiety just continued to grow. These were dangerous and I'd never used one before.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Yoongi said looking at me concerned while reaching out and gently rubbing my shoulder.

"I'm scared I'm going to pull a Thomas Brown Hewitt and slit your throat while I shave you. I can't afford a lawsuit as big as you." I said casually as I carefully set the razor down after I slowly put the blade back. Yoongi busted out laughing loudly at my comment.

"You'll do fine, Kitten." He said calmly after he collected himself. "I'll show you how to use it on yourself first if that'll make you more comfortable.". I thought for a moment and nodded my head agreeing. Yoongi grabbed the shaving cream and turned the water on so it was hot but not scolding. "Fuck." Yoongi said looking down, his deep raspy voice just slightly about a whisper as he just noticed what I was wearing. I smirked at him with a face that said "really?" .

"Sorry, you just look really fucking cute." He said blushing. Yoongi showed me how to put the cream on my legs which was no different than I normally do. He then grabbed the razor, instructing me to put my hand where his was. He lightly wrapped his large hand around my wrist, and started.

"Okay, so the trick is to go with the grain of hair; never against it. It can cause bumps and ingrown hairs. Also keep your hand at a 30-degree angle. Anything more will cut yourself. Make sure the skin is always taught as well. And go slow and gentle. Like this.". Yoongi began helping me shave where my ankle was and guiding me with the right amount of pressure. After a few more strokes of him helping me, I had enough confidence to do it on my own. It wasn't as hard or scary as I thought. After 20 minutes, I had both of my legs shaved and set the blade down on the sink. I ran my hands down my legs and noticed how smoother my legs were. I had no cuts, bumps, or anything like I normally would. "I DID IT YOONGI! I DIDN'T KILL MYSELF!". I yelled extremely happy that I didn't have to go to the ER, wrapping my arms around Yoongi's neck . He laughed at how excited I was.

"I told you that you could do it. Are you ready to try it on me now?" He said picking the blade back up. I smiled and told him to sit down on the counter of the bathroom sink. Once he was sat down and his glasses were off, I put the water on and shaving cream on his face. Just when I had turned to grab the razor; I felt a large warm hand on my wrist. "Um.. wait a second."

While I went to look over at Yoongi; I felt a soft, light, pressure on my left cheek followed by a muffled sound. I looked between my face and part of my hair covered in white, to Yoongi's right hand also covered in white and the right side of his face showing his skin underneath. It took me a second to get over my shock before I began processing what had just happened. "MIN YOONGI." I yelled, waking Holly up, making him barm from the disturbance of his sleep before going back to bed. Yoongi busted out in a full-on laugh attack causing him to almost fall off the sink before catching himself. As I washed the shaving cream off of me, I looked annoyed but also amused at him being playful. "I want a divorce already." I said laughing with him. Once we both settled down and Yoongi had his face covered in shaving cream again; I grabbed the razor and was about to start shaving him when my anxiety started getting the better of my again. Yoongi sensed my anxiety sparking and grabbed my hand that wasn't holding the razor.

"Hey." Yoongi said while he looked up at me lovingly, running his long fingers over mine soothingly. "I trust you okay. I know you won't hurt me." He said before kissing my knuckles, careful not to get the shaving cream on my hand. I nodded smiling and slowly started shaving him. Several minutes in shaving him, while I was concentrating, I felt Yoongi's hands reach behind me to my upper thighs, pulling me closer. He gently started rubbing soothing circles on them and messaging my ass.

"Keep it PG, Min. I have weapon and I'm not afraid to use it." I said jokingly making him chuckle.

"You know what you in my clothes do to me." He said with a tired smirk. His dark lashes hit his cheekbones as he relaxed under my touch. I smiled at a how serene he looked, and it took everything in me not to kiss him. Once I was done, I rubbed my nose against his causing him to open one eye and smile. I grabbed the washcloth and gently cleaned whatever was left of his shaving gel. I grabbed his Invictus aftershave and put some on his face.

"Okay, I'm think done." I said proud of myself. Yoongi put his glasses back on and grabbed the handheld mirror I had held out to him and examined his face closely. A huge smile hit his lips and he wrapped his strong arms around my shoulders and pulled me to his broad chest. "You did amazing Jagi. Thank you." He said as he muzzled his face into my neck.

"You're welcome, Yoons." I said tiredly as I ran my fingers through his soft locks, laying my head on top of his. The faint smell of his aftershave along with the smell of him in general hitting my nose made me feel tired as I gently messaged his head. Yoongi hummed quietly into my neck before placing chaste lazy kissing to my neck, chest, below my ear lobe, cheeks, temple, nose, and finally my lips.

"I love soft, cuddly Yoongi." I said giggling. Yoongi looked at me with a soft smile, our noses touching.

"I thought you loved rough, dominate Yoongi?" He said rubbing our noses together.

"Ehh, I like all sides. I'm an easy woman to please." I said looking at him smiling before telling him it was time for us to go to bed. He yawned while nodding and we headed to our bed, setting his glasses down on the nightstand. He pulled me close, so my head was laying on his chest and placed his hand on the side of my face. Our centimeters away from each other he smiled and looked into my eyes with his full of love, care, warmth, and passion. "I love you so much, Jagi." He said tired while stroking my cheek bone. I leaned it connected my lips to his in a sweet but passionate kiss. We both pulled away with giant smiles on our faces. I responded looking tiredly into his eyes. "I love you too, Yoongi.". I layed my head on my pillow, my face buried in his neck breathing in his scent while he buried his in my hair, arms wrapped tightly around me. "I can't believe you smashed me in the face with shaving cream." I said quietly.

"That's what you get for staring at me and then parading around our bedroom in my shirt and your lace panties you brat.". He responded letting out and airy chuckle. I smiled before closing my eyes and falling asleep to his light breathing.