#I wanted to make mine purple but. see first written tags.

[microwavetoaster-selfships]

Slightly inspired by a post I saw, just thought it'd be fun to write these out and well.. here we are!! This is the place for sharing it, haha! But I thought it'd be silly/cute to write about Finn and Axlerod's feelings about calling me husband/partner/spouse/etc..

I feel like for Finn it wouldn't be too big of a hurdle. If anything he was waiting and hoping for this day. But that isn't to say that the first couple times he says it he will perhaps get a little red in the cheeks and say the word ever so slightly quieter. After he gets a bit more used to saying it he's probably casually mentioning it every five seconds. I won't even be introduced with my name anymore, I'll just be known as his spouse. Not that we have that many people we are introducing ourselves to, but it won't stop him from telling the person at the flowershop or bakery or chippy shops whether I'm around him at the moment or not. It's probably his new favorite word now.

Axlerod is probably far less composed about it, he probably fumbles over his words a little bit and freezes up. The very few moments that he has to say it to someone and keep his composure up he is FIGHTING for it. Immediately turning around the next corner and deflating. It eventually gets a bit easier on him but, uncharacteristic or not, he just gets so giddy over it and too many butterflies in his stomach to be able to hold himself. Again, not that there's that many people we are introducing ourselves to, but he probably backtracks and just fumbles out a "-mine- he's- he's mine." One of the few times you'll see him falter and waver a little bit.

Bonus mention of me attempting to call them my husband. I say it fine on my blog and perhaps even every now and then over text but I will trip over my own two feet if I have to say it out loud! Sometimes just typing it out if it's directly to someone else I'm like. Ohh boy. I'm really saying these words huh. But like. In a splendid heart melting way. My cheeks don't really get red with blush but boy do I have my own other personal signs of being flustered.

[silurisanguine]

OC Questions tag game (a-cosmic-elf questions answered)

I was tagged by @a-cosmic-elf in the oc questions tag game (answer 3 questions given in style of your OC then give three new questions to tagged people) I'm going to answer the three given me in with all 4 of my ocs as they are a really great way to develop them! - Seren Jones, Aeryn Ryder, Zofie Orel and Kiara Black

Since this is going to be a long post, answers behind a cut!

And I'll tag @vorchagirl @despicablediet and @bearlytolerant @staticpallour @fangbangerghoul @a-cosmic-elf @atonalginger @eridanidreams @toxiclizardwrites @therealgchu @aro-pancake with these three new questions to answer, no pressure though!

-Is there anyone famous you'd love to meet? -What is your favourite season (or weather if you don't have seasons)? -Is there anything physical you'd change about yourself?

First up Seren Jones (My Starfield Coemancer Starborn)

If you had a YouTube channel, what would you make? "Youtube? Oh viddocs? I dont think I'd have a 'make' channel. Mine would probably be a vlog of my exploration. I see so many incredible things when I'm exploring places I'd want to share that. I already take so many photos, so I think yeah, think I'd like to do something like that." Have you ever dyed your hair, or got a radical haircut? "Before I became Starborn, my signature color and cut was a silver pixie hairstyle. But after a few universe jumps I wanted to get away from that look and find a new one as I'd kinda let myself go and it seems hair just keeps growing no matter what. So I went to Enhance and I got it dyed this bright teal blue in a sort of short bob. Don't know how long I'll keep it, who knows. I know a version of me had much longer hair similar in style to Andreja's and it looked good, so maybe I'll try that when I finally settle down again." What’s the worst book you’ve ever read? "Carrie of the Cosmos. I'd read everything at a mining dig on some backwater moon I can't even remember the name of now and that was left. It's so cliched and predictable." Next - Aeryn Ryder ( My Mass Effect Reyes Vidal romancing Pathfinder)

If you had a YouTube channel, what would you make? "Video documentaries huh? Not sure what I'd be allowed to do considering how Tann rode Keri's ass on her documentary. Maybe 'how to maintain your armour, no matter the environment' type thing or... 'The beauty of Kadara for non exiles who want to visit'....Maybe I do want to piss Tann off." Have you ever dyed your hair, or got a radical haircut? "My hair is bright highlighted blue and purple already! Had that since I was blacklisted by the Alliance and thought fuck it, let's do what I always wanted but never could before. Luckily I can keep it like this as the angara have these awesome dyes that Lexi found are safe to use on human hair!" What’s the worst book you’ve ever read? "I actually don't really read books...not novels anyway. I never have time to really focus on one for long. I liked some of the asari mythology books I used to read, so I guess those."

Next Zofie Orel ( Deus Ex/Assassin's Creed OC)

If you had a YouTube channel, what would you make? "Oooh in another life, one where I don't have to not make myself too known, I could do one of those hands visible only jewellery making shows. The camera would be on my worktop and I could show the intricacies of working with silver and gold." Have you ever dyed your hair, or got a radical haircut? "When I got augmented, they had to shave my head to install the brain implants and I decided then to change up my look as my mousey brown hair was just too boring. I love red so picked the brightest I could find and have had this colour ever since and no damn Templar Hunter is going to get me to change it!" What’s the worst book you’ve ever read? "I read this trite publication about Hatshepsut, that was obviously written by a historian who didn't like his theories being proved false by new evidence. A common thing with historians I've found. 'Cant possibly agree with that, my book says otherwise.' Thankfully the new evidence that was found proved he was talking out of his arse." Lastly Kiara Black (My Thief/ Dishonored OC)

If you had a YouTube channel, what would you make? "What is a You...tube... channel? Huh... I wouldn't want to ever appear on a recording, thanks." Have you ever dyed your hair, or got a radical haircut? "Oh I once cut my long...long hair short with a pair of my father's sheers and nearly gave my mother a heart attack. All because I wanted shorter hair and she told me no. After that she took me to a barber and made him cut it into something 'feminine'. I watched that man like a hawk and since taught myself how to cut hair properly I've let it grow since then, but I mostly keep it braided back. With what I wear now, I might cut it again as the braid sometimes gets itchy against my neck. But dyeing it? My hair is black, almost blue-black, so no way would I dye it." What’s the worst book you’ve ever read? "The Seven Strictures...Militant religious doctrine masquerading as guidance."

[astralpenguin]

MID YEAR BOOK FREAKOUT TAG

tagged by @its-tea-time-darling 💜💜💜

1. Best book you've read so far in 2024

so let them burn by kamilah cole

it's a jamaican-inspired fantasy following two girls: the chosen one and her older sister. except five years have passed since they helped liberate their country from oppression and it's turned out that the aftermath of war and child soliders and teen queens isn't quite so simple to navigate after all. then the chosen one's sister forms an unprecedented soul bond with a dragon and dragon-rider belonging to their old oppressors. the chosen one's gods tell her the only way to keep her people safe is to kill her sister, but both sisters care about each other way too much for killing each other to be an option.

if you like: siblings who'd burn the world for each other, dragons, soulmates who hear each other's thoughts, possession, gods who do not understand humans to the point that it causes Big Problems for everybody, and stories that explore what happens to the chosen one after the story is done, then you might like this book as well! also both sisters are queer (one is a lesbian and one is demi) so if you're looking for more queer books to read that aren't the same handful that always get rec'd first then here's one <3

2. Best sequel you've read so far in 2024

does the sunshine court count as a sequel? i'm gonna count it. that one. it's probably not Technically the best sequel i've read but it's added to the aftg brainworms that i've had for many years so

3. New release you haven't read yet but want to

dear wendy by ann zhao (two aroace uni students are enemies online due to their rival dating advice columns while becoming besties irl) and road to ruin by hana lee (bisexual polyamorous mad max fury road which also happens to have been written by a twitter mutual of mine)

4. Most anticipated release for the second half of the year

compound fracture by andrew joseph white!!! which i have an e-arc of and will be the next thing i read because i've delayed enough already

5. Biggest disappointment

wranglestone i had such high hopes for you but i have ended up with NOTHING nice to say except that the cover is pretty. don't read this book it's so terrible in every way and everyone involved in shortlisting it for an award should be ashamed of themselves

6. Biggest surprise

i've had the abyss surrounds us by emily skrutskie (and its sequel) sitting on my shelf for literal years and i finally picked them up a couple of months ago and they were excellent??? like it turns out they weren't getting hyped on booktube ~2017 just because they were sapphic ya sci-fi at a time when there was very little of that, but because they're also genuinely very very good, which was definitely a surprise to me. i was expecting to like them well enough, not to love them like i ended up!!

7. Favourite new author (debut or new to you)

i've read all three of zoe hana mikuta's books this year so let's go with her jksdfhgk her books are very cool, though the prose is often unnecessarily dense (she loooves her purple prose) which can make it a little hard to understand what's actually happening (which she leans into hard in her wonderland reimagining, to the point of near-incomprehensibility, which she gets away with solely because it's wonderland), but that clearly didn't annoy me too much seeing as i still read all her books lmao. something i really like about her books is the way that she centres platonic relationships and platonic love just as much as she does romantic relationships and romantic love, and also isn't afraid of letting the platonic relationships be just as toxic and fucked up as the romantic ones can be

8. Newest fictional crush

i don't get crushes on fictional characters

9. Newest favourite character

if i solely look at books i haven't mentioned yet, i also read interview with the vampire for the first time this year (i will get to the show At Some Point) and how anyone can read that book and not come away from it having a lot of Thoughts and Feelings about claudia i do not know

10. Book that made you cry

none, but i don't cry very easily

11. Book that made you happy

the garlic duology by bree paulsen!! they're cosy fantasy middle grade graphic novels about garlic, one of many vegetables that have been brought to life by a small town witch to help tend her garden, and how her life changes when a vampire moves in to a nearby empty castle

12. Favourite book to film adaptation that you've seen this year

my mother is OBSESSED with bullet train, and i do really like it as well, so whenever we're in the same place we tend to end up rewatching it. it slaps. don't watch it if you can't handle bloody scenes, death, or the threatened death of a child, but if you can handle those things then i very strongly recommend it

13. Most beautiful book you've bought so far this year (or received)

sigh. wranglestone. though tbf some of the fairyloot books i got this year before i cancelled my subscription are gorgeous too

14. What books do you need to read by the end of the year

compound fracture for sure!!!!!! then i just really need to make some kind of a dent in my unread e-arc collection lmao

15. How many new books have you read so far

according to goodreads i have read 48 books so far in 2024

i'm gonna tag @itsthemxze even though tea tagged you already (ha get double tagged), @fili-is-gone, and anyone else who wants to do this!!

[cljordan-imperium]

4.11.23 Flash Fiction

While most of my OC's are still running around in complete chaos, I did manage to to pin two down for a short blurb from a past prompt by @flashfictionfridayofficial

“You know, I don’t understand why you’re being quite so hostile.” Beelzebub tilted his head with a slight smirk on his face as he regarded Abriella standing before him, looking completely nonplussed.

“Am I supposed to look thrilled to see you, Beel?” She huffed out a laugh, “come on, you know me better than that after all these years?”  Abriella couldn’t keep the bemused look off of her face.  Had he taken a lightening bolt from Zues to the head?  “You stroll into a peaceful realm and try to setup camp and think I wouldn’t hear?  And I thought Luc was the Prince of Pride.  He’ll be wounded!” His smirk was now matched with one of her own.

“I wasn’t doing bad, till you and your,” he gestured to Arioch, Andronicus, and Orpheus behind her, “little friends there showed up.  I seem to overpower their strongest warriors. So, yeah, I did.” The condescension and arrogance in his tone and written across his handsome face made her want to smite him just for that.  

“Happy to ruin your plans, Beel.  I do always like evening the odds.  I’ll even make it sweeter and let you take me on, one-on-one, if you think you’re up to it.”  Now she was the arrogant one.  Arms crossing over her chest, hip cocking out to the side, the challenge was even reflected in her eyes.  “That is, unless you’re afraid of one little female….”  She let the last word drag out and hang in the air.

“We both know that you are far from just one little female, Abriella. Now, now, don’t try that with me.”  Beelzebub surveyed around him as he shook his head and chuckled.  He was truly fucked with four of them there.  Just her, and he might have been able to escape, but she had backup.  When he got out of this fucking realm he would find out who had betrayed him, and they would suffer painfully for it.

“Try what?”  Her lashes batted and a coy smile flitted across her lips, even her voice went all sing song.  Abriella couldn’t help toying with the handsome Prince.  Too bad such a handsome face and delectable body was just the casing for a soul as rotten as an avocado half left on the counter overnight.  

Beelzebub’s head tipped to the side and his eyes rolled brainward.  Of course she just wouldn’t charge him and get it over with.  Those red nails on the tips of her fingers really were claws and he was the mouse that she was toying with.  Eventually like all good predators, she would pounce; it was the waiting he hated.  “You know, we could team up, you could switch sides, beautiful.  We could make a really good team.”  Maybe charm would work.

Now he got a laugh, a real one.  Its melodic sound seemed to reverberate off the stone walls of the cavernous building she had cornered him in.  “I did not know you considered me a fool.  You cannot talk your way out of this situation.  No, you’re going to have to fight your way out.  The door is behind me, so…you want to live to try and beat Leviathan to laying claim on free realms of creation….you’ll have to conquer me and mine.” Her chin lifted in defiance as the tip of her sword impacted the stone floor, chain lightning in purple, pink, teal, and white skittering across the floor in all direction and charging the air around them all.  Skin tingled, the air crackled, and there was a hum that could be heard.  “I’ll even let you have first swing…”

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[dogstarblues]

20 Questions

got tagged by @artemis-devotee. seemed like fun! ty botan!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

i have 11 works and i can tell you four of those are poetry.

2. What’s your total AO3 words count?

17,831

3. What fandoms do you write for?

on ao3? used to write for the ch**tiverse, still write for Victoria Goddard's Nine Worlds. well, okay im on hiatus from participating in fan stuff bc i got too much going on and i have complicated feelings abt fandom. but. on ffnet? naruto, inuyasha, bleach, fairy tail, danny phantom. i think.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

we have time (love this one - much needed natural hair content in that fandom, much needed)

you can't even see how much you're mine (i'm really proud of this one)

before we have time

just for now

gazing at the sun

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i respond to everyone's comments if i can remember LOL

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

you can't even see how much you're mine. really exorcised my polyamory baggage with that one LMAO

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

mmmmm none of them end poorly but they end heavily, if that makes sense? but also they don't. like most of my fanfiction as an adult in my 30s is discussion of wants and needs in a relationship and hashing out things that need to be talked abt

8. Do you get hate on fics?

i have on ffnet when i was a teen and giving every naruto character in my biopunk fanfic like 4 codenames SDKVDFLVMS

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

yuh. "just for now" is smut (old man yaoi). and there's another i think. i wanted to really confront my sex repulsion and explore my own boundaries around what i write.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

naur i never understood crossovers v well. i love an AU tho

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

probably not. on ffnet it was SO goth edgelord and now it's extremely poetic prose. (and when i say POETIC prose i mean it tend to be concise and abstract, not that its purple) who wants that LOL

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

naur

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

yes! my first fanfiction was with my childhood friend Sunshine and we posted a double-self-insert absolute MANIC fanfic set in the world of Inuyasha posted to ffnet. one of my fondest memories. i dictated, she wrote.

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

i don't have one these days but i shant say what it used to be only that it made me insane from the time i was 14 to the age of 25.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

i had an old man yaoi urban fantasy au wherein a character who used to be the chosen one had been imprisoned and was surviving the trauma of that as a music teacher and i read a ton of prison literature for it and watched documentaries and watched interviews and spent WEEKS researching trauma from incarceration and what it means to be incarcerated (part of this was because my birth father was about to be incarcerated and i was trying to write through my understanding of what he'd be going through) and researching what town councils do. and then a (now former) friend had torn apart the fic paragraph by paragraph during beta and wrote how boring parts were and no one wanted to hear abt me talking abt poetry in the fanfic and it was my FIRST fanfic since i was in my early twenties and i basically deleted the whole thing out of embarrassment and hurt. iykyk who it was. idk if i can ever go back to that. i just don't. i want to but. even strangers in workshops aren't that cruel LOL

16. What are your writing strengths?

i'm a pretty/poetic writer good at relationship shit i think. i'm good at grounding the reader in a sense of place and my writing is very tactile. it's embodied.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

i am a pretty/poetic writer

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

i know some spanish and a little french and even less russian (i'm like learning that one through osmosis) but it's not v applicable. hmmmm i wouldn't try unless i was fluent.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

inuyasha

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

either the naruto biopunk fanfiction on ffnet (i turned that one into a fanfic from a biopunk short story i had written in high school it's v close to my heart even if edgy) or "you can't even see how much you're mine" bc i put a lot into that or "we have time" because your partner doing your natural hair IS a love language.

if yall wanna hop in i'm tagging @toopunkrockforshul @cadencekismet @markeyverse

[winterandwords]

Word find tag (argue, agree, yours, mine)

@amewinterswriting tagged me to search my WIP for argue, agree, yours and mine. Bless you for giving me really common words so I can use Spin Cylinder even though I haven't written much of it yet.

ARGUE ARGUMENT

“Maybe we should get a dog.” As if you’d only just thought of it. As if it arrived in your head that second and you hadn’t been planning exactly this situation for days. And we won’t, because realistically neither of us wants to deal with the commitment of being responsible for the wellbeing of another living creature once the novelty wears off. But you’ll make me articulate that like the voice of reason I hate having to be and you’ll shrug and fine-then your way out of an argument.

AGREE

The dog wakes up as I walk into the kitchen and looks at me with a refreshing absence of judgement when I take a bottle of vodka out of the freezer. I’m not supposed to have it. I know that. You know that. And for a while I adhered to the agreement. Until I didn’t. Until you accepted that I’m always going to do what I want in the end and maybe you’ll always be curious to see what happens next. Maybe I need you to be.

YOURS

I was disappointed too because the vulnerability that found you there opened doors for me to slide temptation through. Leave you close to emptiness for long enough and you’ll stop denying yourself what you want. Leave me close to emptiness and I’ll find a way to fill it with something worse.

MINE MY

The first joint becomes the second becomes the third and my eyes are closing themselves, so I give in to it and lie back, falling into the swirling purple galaxy in my head that somehow carries the pattern at the centre of everything.

Tagging @indecentpause, @isherwoodj, @juls-writes and @junypr-camus. If you'd like to do it, the words to search your WIP for are hold, hear, hot, and hand 💜

[eggoatt]

Hi! I know I left a comment on my reblog, but I felt the need to send something a little more heartfelt. I'm going to try to be normal about this lol

That picture you drew was the first thing I saw this morning, and it has been sitting on one of my monitors ever since, just so I can glance at it any time I want—which quite honestly has been incredibly frequent.

It might seem like I'm a little too excited about this, but it's a huge deal to me. Before I started putting fics out (just south of a year ago now) I hadn't written anything in nearly a decade, so I didn't really have any expectations for what I put out. Of course, I thought about how cool it'd be if someone drew something directly inspired by something I wrote, but I always considered that a kind of a lofty thing? Would be nice if it happened, but I wasn't expecting it. And if it did happen, it'd probably happen much later on when I'm a little better at writing.

All of that to say this is the first time I've inspired anyone to make art from my material. That means so much to me and I am unbelievably grateful to you for that. Also, WOW, it's from someone who has also drawn one of my absolute most favorite SciSet pics ever too?? I adore the way you draw Sunset, so when I saw this was from you I actually gasped so loud my wife heard me from the other room lol.

I mentioned this briefly in my reblog, but I really love the way this picture is composed. When I write scenes, they tend to play out in my mind in full motion with great detail, so what I envision can be incredibly specific, yet I really feel like you managed to capture details I hadn't really put words to. The color scheme in particular—lots of blues and purples, but with just the right amount of saturation to match the pink. Visual arts are not my forte, so I apologize if that doesn't make the most sense.

Lastly, I would like to ask just a couple things:

Would you be alright with me posting a blog about this on fimfic? This might seem like kind of a weird question, but I always like to make sure I clear this kind of thing with someone first. Naturally your username and links to everything would be prominently featured.

May I put this in the author's note of Chapter 8(b)? Just like before, your username and links will be prominently featured alongside it (also, if you'd like to send me a watermarked version, I'd be alright with putting that up too). I just really love this picture and would love it to be the way people visualize that part of the chapter, but I want to make sure that's alright with you first, and I also want to make sure you get the credit you deserve.

Anyway, I won't ramble any longer than necessary. Sorry for throwing a book in your inbox, but thank you for the picture, and for ensuring that no matter what else happens today, I have something to be happy about 🥰

hi!!

we've actually been mutuals for a little while (you reblogged something of mine, and i liked your taste in horse content) but back in april by complete coincidence i stumbled across your fimfic account as well and kind of fell in love with your work. the way you write sunset, your inner voice for her, speaks to me on an insane level to the point where it's informed some of my personal projects (ocs) a bit. i also really enjoyed seeing how rapidly and drastically your writing had improved over the works you had up at the time-- it made me really excited to see what you would do in the future! i even made a new account and started using the site again just so i could keep up :3 if nothing else, you've touched this creature's heart very deeply

like i said in the original tags, i've been meaning to make fanart of this scene for MONTHS and finally releasing those brainworms felt a bit like an exorcism, lol. i'm so happy i hit the mark and brought you as much joy as you've brought me !!!!

to answer your questions!:

sure!! it is fanart For You after all

same as above, go for it :3 (it is actually watermarked already! i prefer making it difficult to see so it's not distracting. take a closer look at sunset's elbow)

silly bonus trivia about the drawing: i needed a visual reference to help me with the poses, and the best ref i found just so happened to be a picture with obama in it. it's not my fault they look so tender

[voidmothermercy]

A Threatening Letter

[ TAGS: Non-sexual scene, prompt, WLW, LGBT, creative writing, cryptid club, unknowable horror dating  ]

#1 Prompt: Your character receives a threatening letter.

Snowflakes painted the winter landscape of the city park, dusting bare trees, the fountain near where they stood and upon shoulders if one lingered too long in one place, as Mercy did now. It was cold but very bearable and there was a stillness that came with evening and the news of an impending blizzard. “Why am I here. . .” they murmured softly to themselves and had to tug down a rainbow coloured scarf to do so. With an audible huff they reached into their purse and produced a crumpled ball of paper, inspecting it more carefully this time than the first. There was a lot written and Mercy found themselves skimming again. Bits were crossed out and some parts had arrows pointing to other parts as if some kind of diagram and wholly looked like the work of someone figuring out how words work for the very first time. Squinting down at the rapidly snow dusted paper, they read some parts aloud. “Hmm. . . you shall be destroyed (??) . . . I will add your power to mine!!” their expression fell from placid to puzzlement,  “. . . submit to my will or . . .ye(?) . . . you shall meet your doom(!!!) . . .” Here Mercy turned the note over as it continued on, “The mental control you have enacted on me will no longer be-- blah, blah, blah... oh... meet at fountain when the moon is at its zenith...And then it’s just more of the same, I guess. What a total joke. I wonder what type of person this is.” Mercy tried to process possibilities but it was always harder to track someone who simply didn’t want to be. The note was mindlessly re-crumpled and stuffed back into the purse, though the ink was now running from the melted snow.

And they're late...

Mercy moved towards the nearest bench which very conveniently was cleared of snow, as if the wind itself dusted it for them to sit.

And it's cold. They shivered.

This evening the oddly pallid youth had chosen to wear a long white skirt offset with a midnight black leather jacket that appeared older than the person wearing it. They wore a white tank top but it was hard to make any details under their coat as it was fully zipped up to keep out the cold. Their hair was just long enough now to dip down beneath neckline and was mainly white with streaks of purple, blue and pink therein. They had no shortage of tattoos either. Altogether this person was put together different than those they tried to fit in with. Alone any of their traits might not seem quite so, well, queer. It takes a very bold person to pull off an eye-patch every day. Mercy was that person. The walking fashion disaster must have also been wearing contacts because one could almost be certain their good eye was crimson. #JustHumanThings

The only clue Mercy had that their mystery sender had arrived was that it was very slightly darker in some way they couldn't put their finger on and it was cold in a way that one could feel in their bones. Most would shake their heads at such a feeling, brush it off and move on with their day. That evolution had worked so hard to develop this sort of innate ability to know when they are being stalked, that a predator is lurking nearby, only for people to brush it off was nothing short of amazing. It was this feeling that Mercy felt now.

The darkness crept forward, the lamps in the nearby vicinity losing their power and flickered off. S̶̛̞͓̖̘͐̅̄͊͆̽͊͛̏́̔͂̕̕͝͠͝ȟ̵̛̥̰̹̪͙͔̻̱̃̍́̅̓̔̅͆̓̍̈̾̈́̍̚ͅͅe̶̹̬̮̦̙͚̪̺͈̙̜͍͈̼̫̜̲͗͌́̆̓̏̃̆̂͗̀̚͜͜͠ appeared to be wrapped in the very darkness itself until Mercy could more closely see that she was wearing all black everything. Her pallor matched theirs except that Mercy was unnatural where she seemed supremely supernatural. "Horns," they thought to themselves,  “that's... unique... a demon?" S̶̛̞͓̖̘͐̅̄͊͆̽͊͛̏́̔͂̕̕͝͠͝ȟ̵̛̥̰̹̪͙͔̻̱̃̍́̅̓̔̅͆̓̍̈̾̈́̍̚ͅͅe̶̹̬̮̦̙͚̪̺͈̙̜͍͈̼̫̜̲͗͌́̆̓̏̃̆̂͗̀̚͜͜͠ was hauntingly beautiful in a way that made them wish they were an ancient victorian home. 

Pausing in the dim light, the Demon stood and silently peered at the other woman.

Mercy produced the sad crumpled ball of paper and held it out.  "You wrote this?" Behind that eye patch of theirs came a sound like: whirrr--click!

Finally the demon broke her silence, her voice one that seemed to contain many with a depth that one could feel reverberate into their very being, mouth moving but the sounds that followed were incongruent, "YES. I AM HERE TO ISSUE CHALLENGE AND PROVE YOUR POWER IS NO MATCH FOR MINE, I--  " Mercy had held up a hand and surprisingly it stopped the demon dead in her tracks, unused to such a thing the surprise (the gall) of this very idea enough to make her pause. Each nail on Mercy's hand was intricately painted black with a deep shimmer, a fact the demon processed much better as the eyepatch'd figure stepped closer.

"This thing here says that if I don't submit to your will, I shall meet my doom? " Mercy questioned. This was important. Even in heeled boots they were still required to crane their head up to peer right into the demon's eyes that seemed to drip inky black.

"THIS IS CORRECT, I- "  A hand was raised to silence her once again. This was shocking enough the first time but twice? "Okay, soo," here a pair of thin, black rimmed glasses were produced and slipped onto Mercy’s face with full lawyer energy suddenly manifesting as they examined more closely the letter which brought them here. “What would happen if I did submit? Hypothetically speaking, of course.  ”

“WHAT.”

Mercy continued, slipping off glasses and tucking them back into their jacket pocket as they did so, “Am I to understand if I do submit you will stay with me and ensure I do not meet my doom? ”

The demon’s expression had fallen. She was baffled by this turn of events. “  WELL I SUPPOSE TECHNICALLY -- BUT YOU CAN’T JUST -- I MEAN…  ”

“So this is a contract then?” pressed the pale youth, smiling widely up at the demon, who (for some reason) seemed inclined to shrink back somewhat.

“YES-- I MEAN-- THIS WASN’T… YOU HAVE TO-- THERE’S A WHOLE-- ”

Not even waiting for the stunned demon to get her tongue back, Mercy reached into purse and took out a small pocket knife. With red eye staring right up at the completely confused demon the entire time, they extended a single digit and pricked it with just enough force for a few tiny drops of blood to appear. No wince or flinch, only far-too-confident smiling.

“HEY, WAIT!-- ” she intoned, stepping forward and reaching out. The demon had lost her blush and seemed paler now than when she had arrived. She was too slow to stop anything.

The droplets hit the paper with a soft tap, tap, tap and the sound momentarily obscured all other background noise. Where the blood landed it glowed white faintly before the entire note seemed to phase out of reality and was gone. It was Mercy who broke the silence that followed, after licking the blood free from their finger tip.

“So what’s your name? ... I love your whole look by the way. ”

In the process of working out what the hELL just happened the blush had slowly claimed the entirety of the demon’s face. “ WHAT. ”

“ ... It’s cold. I want to go get a mocha. Do you know what that is?”

“ ...  No ”

“C’mon, there’s a place near here, ” they insisted, finally rising from the bench and wandered towards the park entrance but stopped, turned half back and extended a hand in beckoning. As if in a fog, the demon did indeed follow behind, still trying to work out how events had unfolded. She even meagerly accepted the hand being offered like a lost lamb being guided back to the safety of the herd. 

“It’s Lily. Call me Lily.” 

By the time they were walking down the dead city streets, the demon had taken on a far more human looking form, maintaining the all-black aesthetic but to the observer there would still be something not quite right about her. 

Mercy’s guise had slipped a bit too in her happiness; a long, black tendril had weaved it’s way from the cuff of the sleeve of her jacket, wrapped around her arm and continued up Lily’s, binding their hands and arms together.

[END]

Lily: Stuttering Tsundere bottom (but make her a Demon)

Lily: G-girl p-pretty. . . 🥺

Mercy: [recieves a threatening letter from a Demon]

Mercy: One (1) Free Demon Guardian for the low low price of a* mortal soul?! How can I lose!?

*not theirs, obviously 

[ Author's note: This is the first story I wrote with the character Mercy when I began writing again. It's a bit clumsy and meandering but helps show how far I've come with practice. I've had trouble sharing anything new for a bit but have been writing. This story reminded me how hard it is to write a nameless character without leaning heavily on epithets. The feeling I wanted to put forward with Lily was that she wrote a threatening letter to deal with her crush on Mercy and her poor ability to handle it manifesting as a vague challenge. Mercy loves challenges and it is probably the number one reason they even showed up--their energy here is very “you don’t scare me and I’m in charge here, actually”  ]

[deathsbestgirl]

thinking about the way i read books vs fics (bc last reblog & @pennyserenade tags)

i've noticed i look for repeated words & phrases & themes *a lot*

like in the stranger by albert camus, any time an emotion was named was striking because of the way it's written. annoyed was most common.

in the alchemist by paulo coelho there were so many things !! and everything connected beautifully. cannot think of specific examples besides "personal legend" and the other phrases alluding to the same thing. but i could pull out my book if anyone wanted to chat about it.

i feel like in sense & sensibility it's going to be all the words i didn't know / don't hear frequently but i know what they mean because the context is so concise, her words exacting in a very refreshing way. (i've also noticed this in the realm of hungry ghosts.)

with purple hibiscus by chimamanda ngozi adichie, it was about the change in kambili & her brother, the way their auntie & cousins brought them back to life. this one's hard for me to put into words, it's so entwined with abuse. it's written in first person so you can really see the shift even in kambili's thoughts. (and i couldn't write in this book like the others because it wasn't mine. although that's true of the stranger also....but that was drastically shorter and i spend a crazy amount of time still thinking about it lol)

the perks of being a wallflower is a little different. you can see charlie's growth as a writer, and the changes as he gets himself on the path to healing. to holding more than one truth. something i feel is inherently healing. this one is much more emotional & personal to me. hits close to home kind of thing, as in i'm not sure i've ever related to a character to more. (and with this one, i merely highlighted page numbers with my favorite quotes & passages, rather than underlining/highlighting the actual text or making notes.) i think it would be an interesting book to pick apart linguistically. one thing i love is when he starts incorporating the words bill teaches him, and his whole thing about he doesn't understand why you would use certain words when people may not know them. wanting to be understood but also valuing those words. the first couple times he does it, he points it out. sometimes putting it quotes? until it becomes normal for him — and it isn't excessive!! it's never clunky. it's still a book that's meant to be kind of simple (linguistically), like it is literally for struggling teens. in so many ways.

in divine secrets of the ya-ya sisterhood — oh my god it's 100% the french words mixed into their lexicon, the words they say or use a specific way that they create their own meaning, the redefining of words, the creation of words (amongst friends & family). oh it's a delight. the way sidda talks about breaking down a movie, rewatching over & over to make sure she didn't miss anything m. thinking about the themes & literary allusions — a stark contrast to her mother's experience when watching, which was extremely in the moment, emotional, and tactile with her friends. the dialogue & letters, the descriptions for every sense. (honestly wish i was reading it so i could make an absolute mess of our copy but it's my current audiobook.)

[toosicktoocare]

okay, spoilers for the most recent 911 episode below (and tagged as such as well)

i haven’t written in months- i just have a lot of feelings, and i needed to work through them

It’s weird, Buck thinks, how quickly the sound around him can fade, how fast the pain in his back and his side can grow fuzzy, almost numb even, until he’s completely disassociating, losing his touch on reality in time with Eddie’s final blink.

He’s back at Eddie’s house, head burrowed in the fridge, and he’s digging around meal prep containers for hidden beers.

“Heard you flipped out yesterday.”

“Huh?” Buck’s only half listening because he’s on a quest of the alcoholic nature, and he’s pretty sure he spots a dark neck of a beer bottle nestled between a container of rice and a jar of low fat mayonnaise.

“At the well.”

This Buck hears quite clearly, and he snags the beer and turns away from the fridge, lips curving softly downward at the edges.

“Bobby said you were frantic.”

The grooves in the beer bottle cap dig into Buck’s palm. Or maybe, Buck thinks, he’s deliberately pushing it into his skin. “You were trapped.”

“And your plan was what, Buck? Dig me out with your hands?”

“If that’s what I had to,” Buck spits back, eyes narrow, shooting Eddie a gaze he is normally on the receiving end of, and it’s just enough to have Eddie’s face go soft before him.

“Not sure if I should thank you because I know that you are genuinely serious, or if I should officially declare you as the world’s biggest idiot because I know that you are genuinely serious.”

Buck laughs lowly under his breath, yet still, his eyes are warm, determined, and he cocks his head to the side. “I said I have your back, didn’t I?”

“This again?” Eddie asks, now laughing with Buck.

“I’m a man of my damn word, Eddie. If I say I have you back, then I have your back.”

“Firefighter Buckley!”

Buck’s gotten used to pulling himself slowly out of a dissociative state, cool and calm, working through grounding techniques, so the abrupt, loud voice in his ear is a gun shot that rips through his mind.

Gun shot.

Buck blinks quickly. Eddie’s face is now in full view, and he looks unnaturally pale and cold, a contrast to his blood still warm and splattered across his face.

“Eddie.”

“Sir, we’ll get to him as soon as it’s safe. We need to focus on you first.”

Buck shoves himself up into a sitting position, ignoring the thrum of pain gnawing at his side. He’s sure he’ll look purple and blue by morning.

“No, Eddie,” he repeats, unable to form much more in terms of sentences. His mind can only collect what’s currently the most meaningful in this situation, and that one thing is only Eddie.

“Eddie,” he tries again, louder, hoping to jostle Eddie awake by his voice, hoping that, maybe, Eddie’s only passed out from the pain and that the pool of blood isn’t actually draining from a potentially severe gun shot wound.

“Firefighter Buckley—”

Buck shoves away from the firefighter beside him. He ignores the hand grabbing at his shirt, ignores the voices shouting for him to come back, and then he’s hovering over Eddie, shielding him, assessing what he can of the wound with shaking hands.

Eddie’s unresponsive below him, and Buck’s stomach twists so tightly, he could double over in pain. He’s just turning around to yell for help when he’s being jerked to his feet by a cop. His eyes stay on Eddie as Eddie’s rushed onto a backboard, and he’s so focused on Eddie’s face, so desperate for a hint of life, a crease of the brow, that he doesn’t process the hand squeezing his arm or the voice close to his ear until the cop is speaking.

“Go with him, and stay low.”

Nodding, Buck hunches over and runs to the ambulance Eddie’s being lifted into, and the second he gets a nod, he pulls himself up, and the door’s closed in front of him.

With as loud as it had been outside, it’s eerily quiet in the ambulance, even with the siren blaring overhead. The paramedics are working quickly and quietly, discussing the best course of action under their breath. Buck stares at Eddie’s sodden shirt, at the too dark stain toward his shoulder, and he reaches over, ripping the shirt open to get a clear look.

“Sir, please let us handle the patient.”

One of the paramedics swats at Buck’s hands, and he leans back, eyes glued to the small silver bullet nestled inside of Eddie’s chest. It wasn’t a clean shot, and Buck knows that poses more recovery complications. He’s sure surgery is just on the horizon for Eddie.

He only pulls his eyes away from the angry wound when Eddie groans, his brow furrowing.

“Eddie?” Buck leans forward, one hand resting just above Eddie’s forehead, his hair soft against his palm. “Can you hear me?”

Eddie’s eyes squeeze before he pries them open. Even through the small slits, Buck can see how glossy and unfocused Eddie looks.

“Buck?”

His voice is shot, weak, and thick with pain, and Buck nods, one thumb smoothing across Eddie’s forehead.

“Hey, man. Yeah, it’s me. You’re going to be okay.”

Eddie frowns, and he lifts one shaking hand to Buck’s cheek, fingers pressing to the blood on Buck’s face.

“You’re hurt?”

“What?” Buck asks, shaking his head. He goes to explain more, to reassure that he’s fine, but Eddie goes slack below him, and the paramedics push him back, shouting for the driver to pick up the pace. Eddie’s crashing, and the frantic beeping is deafening to his ears.

He won’t because he wants all focus to be on saving Eddie, but still, Buck kind of wishes he could throw up to ease the pressure in his gut.

***

“Buck!”

Bobby’s voice rings out across the waiting room, and Buck lifts his head from his hands to see Bobby running toward him with Athena hot on his heels. He can see the question written all over Bobby’s face, and he holds up a single hand, shaking his head.

“It’s not my blood.” What he leaves off is how he’d give anything for it to be his blood. For him to be the one carted off to surgery, not Eddie.

Bobby nods, and Athena sighs softly.

“You okay, Buckaroo?”

Buck’s not sure if it’s just because it’s Athena, or if it’s her motherly nature, but his composure crumbles at her words. He wants to tell them he’s fine— that Eddie is the one everyone should worry about. But, he can’t stop shaking, and his eyes have been burning with unshed tears.

Athena pulls him to his feet, and he falls against her, a sob ripping up his throat. He can feel Bobby at his back, a warm, grounding hand to his shoulder, and Athena’s arms are wrapped tightly around his back, keeping the pieces together.

“You’re okay, Buck.”

He clings to Athena until he’s sure he can stand up on his own, and then he falls into the soft question and answer process, revealing all he knows: Eddie was shot; the police who took his statement have yet to find the shooter, but they don’t think Eddie was specifically a target; he’s in surgery, but the doctors are extremely optimistic.

“Are we going to be able to pry you away from this hospital?” Athena asks, and Buck gives a shaky nod.

“Chris is with a friend, and Eddie was supposed to pick him up. I’m going to... I’ve got to tell him.”

“We can have someone else—”

“—no,” Buck interrupts, stepping back. “It has to be me.” He catches a glimpse of his reflection in the smudged glass of a vending machine: pale face smeared red with dried blood. “I should,” he notions weakly to his face, laughs awkwardly, and Bobby nods, a frown etched across his lips.

“I’ll drive you back to your jeep after you wash up.”

Nodding, Buck slips to the bathroom, thankful to find it empty. He looks at himself, but all he can see is the muted, pale shock written across Eddie’s face looking back at him, painted in the blood splattered across his face. He turns the tap on as hot as it will allow, and then he scrubs, hands moving roughly up and down his face, the hand soap slightly stinging his skin. He scrubs until his entire face burns, and then he stumbles backward with a gasp he covers with his palm.

He holds in a deep breath that quakes against his lungs, and he doesn’t release it until he’s sure he can without falling apart.

“Eddie’s going to be fine,” he says aloud, practicing now to sound as confident and as believable as he can.

***

“Did you get hurt at work, Buck?”

Buck’s not surprised that the first question out of Christopher’s mouth is about his well-being and not of his dad’s absence— typical Diaz behavior.

“Uh, no, bud.” Buck kneels down, leveling himself with Christopher. “It’s not mine.”

“Where’s my dad?”

“He...” Buck stumbles with his words, swallows thickly. “He won’t be coming home tonight, bud. He got hurt at work, but I’m going to make sure he gets better real fast.”

“Is he at the hospital? Can I see him?”

Christopher’s voice is growing more and more unsteady, adopting a waver that’s a brick smashing to Buck’s heart.

“He is, but he’s still busy getting patched up, so he can’t have visitors just yet.”

Christopher nods, and Buck wonders just when it was exactly that Chris matured without his seeing. “He’s going to be okay, bud. But you know what will make him get better faster?”

Before Buck can answer, Carla slips into the room, supplies in hand.

“Make him a really big card!”

“Yes!” Christopher’s smile turns into a giggle as Carla drops markers and glitter and poster boards onto Eddie’s kitchen table.

“Chris, Carla’s going to watch you while I go back to the hospital. As soon as I get the okay for visitors, I’ll call.”

Christopher nods and shuffles to the table, already scoping out markers to use for the card. While occupied, Buck slips toward the door with Carla hot on his heels.

“Is he okay?”

“Still in surgery,” Buck answers on auto-pilot, having muttered those words too many times already to count.

“Are you okay?”

Buck laughs weakly, rakes a hand through his hair. “Ask me again when Eddie’s awake.”

“Oh, honey—”

“It’s okay,” Buck mutters, casting his eyes to the floor. “Sign my name on the card for me?”

“Buck, why don’t you stay for a little bit? Change your clothes? Eat something?”

“I can’t,” Buck shakes his head, unsure how to explain that the only way to easy the jutting pain in his chest is to be back at the hospital. “I need to—”

“Go,” Carla rolls her eyes. “But I’m bringing you food.”

Buck smiles, small but genuine. “Thanks, Carla.”

***

Buck scans his text from Hen, gnaws at his lower lip.

[From: Hen] where’d you run off to? We’re all in the waiting room.

He pulls his gaze up to Eddie’s sleeping form, to the wires sticking out of him.

[To: Hen] I may have waited until a dr walked through the double doors and snuck into Eddie’s room...

His phone blows up shortly after with texts and calls, and he ignores all, instead typing to a 118 group text.

[To: Fire Fam] look, I know I’m not supposed to be back here, but don’t tell on me okay? I know the dr said his surgery went well, but I had to see for myself

[From Chim in Fire Fam] Hen’s rolling her eyes

[From Hen in Fire Fam] damn right I am. So is Athena

[From Bobby in Fire Fam] how is he?

He looks terrible, Buck thinks. His skin is still too pale, and there are dark purple spots coloring below his eyes. His breathing is labored, and his face is pinched as if in pain.

Terrible, Buck thinks, yet so beautifully alive. The relief is edging his nerves, hesitant to completely encompass him.

[To Fire Fam] he looks like hell, but he’s alive

Buck locks his phone and leans forward, resting his head on the edge of Eddie’s bed. He lays one hand over Eddie’s, and he drifts somewhere between awake and asleep, coming to fully when Eddie groans above him.

He jerks forward, leans in close, and squeezes Eddie’s hand. “Eddie? You with me?”

It takes an impossibly long time for Eddie to open his eyes, but when he does, his smile is weak but warm enough to bring Buck’s relief fully over him.

“Buck.”

There’s no confusion in Eddie’s voice this time— only soft certainty, and Buck squeezes Eddie’s hand once more.

“In the flesh.”

“You’re here.”

“Yep,” Buck nods, smiling. “Though when I have to duck behind a chair when a nurse comes in, pretend like you didn’t see me, yeah? Kinda breaking hospital rules right now.”

Eddie laughs, and then he coughs weakly, wincing. Still, his eyes hold Buck’s gaze, and Buck wouldn’t look away even for a second.

“Chris?” Eddie finally croaks out, and Buck nods.

“He’s okay. He’s with Carla. They are coming as soon as the doctor gives the okay for visitors.”

“Legal visitors,” Eddie clarifies, and Buck smiles. If Eddie can joke, he must be on the mend.

“Hey, a part of having your back means I simply must sneak into your hospital room to make sure you don’t croak.”

Eddie’s laugh turns into a harsher cough, and Buck smooths a hand over Eddie’s forehead. “Maybe stop laughing?”

“Stop making me then,” Eddie pouts, and Buck leans back with a smile.

“I gotta talk to Carla.”

Buck cocks a brow. “She’ll be here as soon as she can.”

“She told me to make sure I’m following my own heart.”

Frowning, Buck tilts his head. “Uh, Eddie? You okay, man?”

“She was right— I thought I was but I wasn’t.”

“Okay, maybe I’ll give myself up and grab a nurse. You are talking too weird right now. Clearly something’s not clicking right in that old head of yours.” Buck makes to stand, to leave, his concern heightening behind his poor joke, but Eddie grabs at his wrist, a weak grip that Buck frowns deeply at.

“Eddie, I—”

“Stay. Please.”

Slowly, Buck takes his seat. “As long as you stop being weird as hell.”

“I will for now.”

[thebigoblin]

Self-Recs lol.

Thanks for the tag @kaistrex! Ooh, I’m so excited to be doing this 💕 Choosing my top 5 fics that I’ve written + why is gonna be a challenge, but I’m sure I’ll enjoy 😊

1. All in Due Time | Gen | 4.6k

Derek realises he's in love with his little sister's best friend. What will he do?

Cue drama and pining! Though the drama is more on Malia, rather because of Malia, cuz damn can she get around!

I adore this fic of mine! Probably because it’s my first fic that I’ve ever written for the Sterek fandom and my first fic that I’ve published. It’s not my best work, but hey, everyone has to start somewhere!! And I actually honestly think my debut was okay. My writing style has definitely improved since then (I hope!) and I like, want to re-write this, :P But nah, it’s good as is. 

2.   It's a Katana | M | 8.3k

“The message says we all have to be there. The message, which is, you know, written in  blood .” His voice cracked at the last word, heart stuttering in despair and guilt. “In his blood...” he whispered, so low that no one would have heard him if not for the absolute silence in his loft. There were so many people here, Scott, Allison, Kira, Isaac, Lydia, Ethan, Aiden, Argent, Sheriff, Melissa, Noshiko. And yet, Derek felt an absence, a searing pain in his being, his wolf restless at not being able to spot that one face, the smile that repressed so much, trauma, nightmares, every bad thing... the eyes that shone so bright, so full of life that whenever Derek dared to look into them, he felt like everything was fine, everything would be fine. The scent of mild anxiety and adderall and sun so bright Derek feared he’d never feel alive again until he was in Stiles’ presence.

This is one of my long one-shots! This is also where I actually wrote about void!Stiles and explored a BAMF!Kira, and I love how it turned out. I have also written this in past tense, which I used to do before, (like until a while back), which is weird to read now, at least in my own works. Also, this is probably my most ensemble cast fic (I have the memory of a goldfish, I don’t even remember half the things I should, let alone all the fics I’ve written about xD) which is a big thing, ‘cuz like, handling so many characters at once is pretty hard. Kudos to all those who can, seriously, you guys are awesome. 

3.  We Live and Breathe Words | T | 1.8k

The cashier—a guy about Cora's age with the cutest moles constellation ever and the eyes, they're like molten lava and Derek, for some reason, wants to swim in them—is busy reading a book, biting his lip as something obviously distressing happens to the characters.

Derek clears his throat. The Cashier doesn't look up. Curious, Derek leans forward, and he breaks into a smile as he sees the title of the book clutched tightly in the cashier's hands. He would see the tag, but unfortunately the cashier's name tag is hidden behind the copy of The Clockwork Angel.

This is probably my fluffiest work. Probably, I don’t know. But what I do know is, I love this fic. It has Sterek, Alive Hale Family and references to my favorite book series, like ever. 

4. We Honor The Dead by Fighting For The Living | M | 5.9k

“But I killed them,” Derek whispers; he doesn’t think he could speak any louder. “I killed your family. You should hate me—”

“They died by the hands of destiny, not yours,” Mieczyslaw shouts, and Derek shivers in his arms. He lowers his voice. “Sorry. But you have to know.  I can’t let you blame yourself for something you never did, and I’m- I am sorry for ever blaming you in the first place.”

OR

Prophet!Stiles and King!Derek, written for Full Moon Ficlet #445: Prophet.

Okay, yeah, so the summary isn’t all that good, but I feel like the story is pretty good. There’s some questionable “how did this happen?” stuff, but in the end I like the scenes :P

There’s flashbacks to Talia telling kid!Derek about the legend of Stiles’ people, a legend which I created, and I love Derek looking up to his mother like that, just enjoying some family time before tragedy (as it inevitably does) strikes. I also love how... purple prose-y this came out? I think that’s the term. Personally, I love the imagery, that was the most fun part to write in this. 

5.  Love Will Remember | T | 4.6k

The Wild Hunt takes Stiles.

Derek is the first one to remember who exactly is missing.

Because Love will remember.

Okay, firstly, I want to say that I keep mixing up “The Wild Hunt” and “The Ghost Riders” or whatever it is called because I am obsessed with all things supernatural and nobody ever thinks how confusing it is to have similar terms and because I am an idiot. So, don’t come at me for that lol. 

This fic is making the cut solely because of the title :P I seriously love the vibes Selena’s song has, and I wanted to capture it but that didn’t happen... instead, this fic came to be, with my own take on S5. Also, I love how I wrote the ending, it’s pretty funny and happy. It also has it’s moment of angst, but overall, it’s a happy, good-feel fic, and I adore that. 

This was honestly so fun to do. It’s really amazing to know I’ve so many fics actually do like lmao. 

I tag: @greyhavenisback, @ilovepeachystuff, @raisesomehale, @deepestbelieverstranger and @novemberhush. 

[nyx-aira]

At The Ends Of Worlds

Summary: When Sylvie lands in the void it's not Mobius who saves her but rather a strange magician with interesting powers.

A/N: After episode 5 I finally came around and wrote a Sylvie fic. Spoilers so beware.

PSA: Do NOT copy, steal, translate, plagiarize, republish, etc any of my works on Tumblr or any other platform. Also, do NOT claim any of my works as your own. All of these works are either requests I’ve gotten that people have wanted me to write or original ideas I’ve had for works. If you happen to take inspiration from anything I’ve written and want to write something inspired by that, please a) ask me first and b) IF I say yes, credit me as inspo in your post by tagging me and link whatever work of mine that inspired you. Thanks.

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Sylvie gasped for air, looking around where she had landed, not so sofly. It seemed to be some sort of old bus. Smashing the glass and getting out was the easy task because as she looked up to the horizon all she could see was imminent death.

So she ran.

Whatever that was was very keen on killing her and it wouldn't be stopped by anything.

So she ran.

For a short moment she saw something, had a connection with it and saw a place. Was this the end of time, was this what was behind the void. The person behind the TVA.

Sylvie didn't have time to think about it much as the death cloud got closer and closer.

Running like her life depended on it she ran, ran as fast as her feet would carry her and even faster. Her legs were aching, her lungs burning and her powers dwindling but she kept going.

She had to get to this place, find Loki and get out of here.

And she couldn't, no most definitely wouldn't, be killed by a purple death cloud. She had lived her whole life hidden in apocalypses, hunted by the TVA and other enemies sh made along the way. Sylvie wouldn't be killed by a purple death cloud. Not ever.

So she continued running but even she knew she couldn't hold that tempo forever, her powers were already dwindling and she had some very exhausting day behind her.

In the distance she saw something. It seemed like a flash of purple. Bright, brighter than anything she had ever seen but she couldn't identify what it was, only that it had to be extremely powerful.

It seemed like she wasn't the only one though who had seen it. The death cloud did too and stopped, turning around to feast on the purple light, leaving Sylvie alone in the endless plains of grass and destruction.

Falling to her knees she took a deep breath, trying to regain some for of control over her body again, her limbs shaking like crazy.

This was definitely one of the worst plans she ever had but then again, there weren't many options to begin with.

Taking a last breath she wanted to get up when she heard it.

Footsteps.

Looking up she saw a figure coming her way, a figure bathed in purple light. The same purple light that had distracted the death cloud and safe her life.

Somehow she trusted the stranger, somehow there was something about her that let Sylvie let her guad down. That had never happened before.

"You good." The figure asked, holding her hand out.

Sylvie mustered her. Black clock hiding most of the outfit that seemed strangely Asgardian but somehow everything about this person screamed Midgardian. Strange.

The woman was clad head to toe in black, only small accents of purple making the outfit more colourful but then again, Sylvie wasn't the one to judge fashion choices.

At the raised eyebrow of the stranger Sylvie got up and groaned as she did so, having pulled a muscle or so while she had been chased by that thing.

"What was that?"

"Alioth, a creature that kills everything in its way. It feasts on energy and lucky for the both of us I'm great at conjuring some."

"You're a wizard." Sylvie realised. If so that would help her greatly in her quest to find Loki and destroy whoever was behind all of this.

"I prefer mage." You said as you checked your hands, inspecting the black cracks that were starting to get more prominent with every encounter you had with the Lioth.

At the state of your hands Sylvie raised an eyebrow.

Seemed like you had to pay a price as well for staying alive and defeating that thing. And if that was true you had risked even more to safe Sylvie.

"Thank you." The blonde admitted, "I'm Sylvie by the way."

"Well Sylvie", you said as you put your gloves back on, "what brings you to this wonderful place."

The two of you had started walking again and Sylvie was looking at the fields of destruction around you, a look on her face you couldn't decipher. She hesitated before she answered.

"I need to find Loki."

At that you started laughing. This was one of the greatest things you had heard in a while. No, at all since you came here.

"What's so funny?"

"Well darling ", you tried to explain as you calmed down, "besides us two everyone here who survived is a Loki. You gotta be more specific."

"I'm a Loki too."

That made you raise an eyebrow, she was certainly more pleasant than the ones you had run into on your not so voluntary stay.

"Seems its my lucky day then, I got the least annoying Loki."

Sylvie just punched you into the shoulder as you two walked the paths of death and destruction.

This was gonna be a hell of a journey.

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So Far Away (part 3)

Part 8 of the Boys with Luv series

Pairing: Reader x BTS

Summary: Everyone finally makes up... kind of...

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, some triggering PTSD episodes

Tags: @calling-dips-on-j-hope, @fic-recs-by-moon, @luvtaeha, @aretha170, @xicanacorpse, @kookieebangtan, @fangirl125reader, @seoul9711, @channiespup , @lindsayjoy444, @fairygirl18​, @black-rose-29​

AN: The last part of the first part of the series. GOT7 are not a band in this btw. Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist and what you think of the series so far :) I purple you guys!

Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9

Y/N POV:

My knees felt weak and my palms were sweating. I knew Yoongi could feel it as he held tightly onto my hand, quickly walking us through the park towards the exit. His jaw was set in determination, his grip on my hand borderline painful, but I knew it was because he was scared... I was too. 

If He had managed to find out where I was, I was never going to be safe. I knew I needed to tell someone, but who would believe me. I had no proof, and the bruises and cuts He had left on me had faded. 

We arrived at the van that was waiting outside for us and Yoongi helped me in before settling near the back. He pulled me onto his lap and wrapped his arms around my waist. My heart was racing. I knew he could feel it under his arms.

My stomach churned as I let my thoughts run away with me. What if He finally got to me and took me back to His house and never let me leave or have contact with anyone? What if He actually killed me this time? What if I killed myself? I wasn’t going to be strong enough to make it through. 

“Jagiya, your heart is racing. You need to calm down.” Yoongi said gently. I shifted in his lap so I was sitting sideways. I rested my head on his chest as I sighed, playing with my fingers.

“I’m scared, Yoon.” I whispered. “I don’t think I’ll be able handle it again if He takes me. I really don’t.” I felt him stiffen underneath me, knowing that he knew what I was talking about. 

“Don’t say that.” Yoongi said, stroking my back. “Please, don’t say that.” He sighed and pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “You are the strongest woman I have ever met. You will get through this. And even if he does take you, which he won’t, I will not sleep until I have you back in my arms again.” He vowed. “But that will never happen because he will not be able to get near you. I promise.”

I smiled faintly at him and leaned against his chest. “Just don’t let me go.” I said.

“Never.” Yoongi said. “I love you. I will never let you go.” A small smile crept onto my face as he froze, realizing what he had just said.

“Yoongi oppa,” I said, taking his face in my hands. “I love you too.” I leaned up and kissed his lips gently. “Thank you.” He tilted his head at me in confusion. “Thank you for taking me in and not rejecting me. Not all people like you would have done that for someone like me.”

“I love you, so much.” Yoongi said. “And I think I knew that the moment I laid eyes on you and felt our bond. And I’m not saying that because of it. I’m saying that because you made me feel the same way I do with the members. You make me smile and laugh, which is hard for some people to do. It feels like you complete me.”

“You complete me too. All seven of you.” I replied as the door to the van opened, making me jump and freeze.

“Hyung? Are you here?” Jimin called as he hopped into the van.

“Yeah, we’re here, pretty boy.” Yoongi called back, nuzzling his face into my neck. “Did you round up everyone?”

“Yes, they’re all here.” Jimin replied, making me look at Yoongi.

“All of them?” I asked feeling even more scared. I could not face Namjoon, Hoseok and Taehyung right now. Not at all.

“It’s okay. They’re all sorry for what they did. I still haven’t forgiven them though.” Yoongi replied. I nodded slowly and rolled my eyes at him.

“Of course you haven’t.” I murmured, making him tickle my sides.

“Yah, what do you mean by that, hmm, baby girl?” He said, his dialect very strong.

“I mean that you haven’t forgiven them because you’re stubborn and want to make them work for your forgiveness. You forget I know you very well, Min Yoongi.” I replied, touching my finger to his nose. I turned as Jimin approached and sat next to us as the others all found their seats in the front two rows.

“Hey my beautiful princess. You okay?” Jimin asked, leaning down and pecking my lips as he pushed my hair out of my face.

“Yeah, I guess so.” I replied, taking his hand in mine. “I just want a quiet night in with lots of cuddles and some movies. Oh, and lots and lots of ice cream.” I requested.

“That we can do. But first, you have to speak to Namjoon, Hoseok and Taehyung and sort everything out. They are also your soulmates.” Jimin bargained. I pursed my lips slightly, looking up at Yoongi who nodded.

“Okay.” I agreed. “But I don’t want a massive argument.”

“There won’t be.” Yoongi reassured me. “Is everyone here now?”

“I think so, hyung. Is my carrot okay?” Jungkook called from near the front of the van where he was snuggled next to Namjoon. Hoseok and Jin were with Taehyung near the middle.

“Carrot?” Yoongi frowned, looking at me. I whined and covered my face with my hands, not wanting to have this conversation right now.

“I’ll tell you later.” I replied making him nod and peck my cheek. “Yeah, I’m fine Kookie oppa.” I called back, making him flash me his bunny smile before he settled back in his seat.

After a half an hour drive, we arrived back to Yoongi’s apartment. Home. Yoongi helped me out of the van and together we walked up to his apartment quickly while the others gathered their things.

“Get changed into something comfy.” He said gently. “Do you want to order takeout?” I nodded as I rifled through my drawers to find some sweatpants and a hoodie.

“Yoongi oppa, can I have a hoodie please?” I asked, beginning to undress myself. He hummed and nodded, walking to his closet and grabbing one out.

“Okay, when I bought you that set, I knew it would look good, but fuck, jagiya.” He groaned when he turned around to pass me his black hoodie that had the word ‘Damn’ written on the front. I flushed red and moved to pull on my sweatpants, but he moved forward and grabbed my wrist, stopping me. “Just let me look at you.” He said, holding onto my waist. His eyes travelled down my body hungrily.

“Yoongi...” I whined as he leaned down and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to my sternum. “We have other people here. We can’t. Not right now.”

“I know.” He said, his forehead resting against my chest. I ran my hands through his hair, the smell of his shampoo and cologne reaching my nose.

“So can you let me get changed please? I don’t really fancy having this conversation in my underwear.”

“It’s so sexy though.” Yoongi huffed. He pulled away from me. “Get changed, quickly, because I don’t know how much longer I will be able to control myself.” I quickly pulled on the hoodie and sweatpants and we left the bedroom and entered the living room.

Hoseok and Jimin were cuddled together on the armchair while Namjoon, Jin and Jungkook were sprawled over each other on one of the sofas. Taehyung was lying across the other one, his eyes closed and foot moving to the beat of the music playing on the TV. Yoongi cleared his throat, making Taehyung sit up straight and Namjoon, Jin and Jungkook pay attention and look at us.

“I think three of you here have something to say.” Yoongi said slowly, making Namjoon, Hoseok and Taehyung hang their heads in shame. 

Jimin stood up off Hoseok’s lap and approached me, kissing my lips gently. “I’ll see you soon, okay.” He said softly. “Kook, Jin hyung, let’s go. Give them some space.” Jin and Jungkook stood up and followed Jimin out of the room, dropping swift kisses to my lips.

“So...” Namjoon said awkwardly as Yoongi sat down on the armchair, pulling me onto his lap. “We’re your soulmates, then.” He said slowly.

“That does change anything you said about her, Namjoon ah.” Yoongi said sternly. “Properly apologize, the three of you.”

Much to my surprise, it was Taehyung who spoke first. “Y/N-ssi, I should be the first to apologize. It was me who told Yoongi hyung to reject you when I found out. I know now that that was unacceptable for me to do and it was not my place to make that decision, but I was just scared and jealous. Scared that Yoongi finding you would throw off our entire relationship dynamic and jealous that he would most likely spend more time with you than me. I’m so sorry that I made you feel like an outsider. I understand if you can’t forgive me. What I have done and said is inexcusable.” He said, dropping to his knees in front of me.

“I-” I looked at Yoongi, who gave me a comforting smile and rubbed my hip. I did feel bad for Taehyung; it was me who took Yoongi away from him, but he could have voiced his feelings earlier and we wouldn’t be in this mess. “I accept your apology, Taehyung-ssi, but what you said about not only me but also Yoongi is something that I cannot forgive that easily. But I am willing to get to know you and spend time with you while I take the time I need to fully process what has been said and done.” I said slowly.

“I understand. Thank you.” Taehyung smiled and returned back to his seat. 

“I’m sorry that I made you feel scared and unwanted.” Namjoon spoke up.

“And me too.” Hoseok agreed. “We were both being selfish and unwilling to give you a chance.”

“And we were protecting Taehyungie.” Namjoon added. “We didn’t know if you would be a saesang or not. We wanted to make sure everyone was safe. But we know now we should have given you a chance and that is something we both really regret.”

I nodded and hummed. “But if you were scared of me being a saesang, why would you let Yoongi be alone with me?”

Namjoon and Hoseok looked at each other before turning back to face me. “Yoongi was adamant that you weren’t, so we thought it would be best to allow him to spend some time with you and if you turned out to be a saesang, then...” Namjoon trailed off and hung his head, not making eye contact with Yoongi. 

“Then what, Namjoon?” Yoongi asked carefully, his voice laced with a slight hint of venom. I could tell Yoongi had not heard this part of their story before.

“Then we hoped it would have taught you the lesson that you should listen to us.” Namjoon admitted. “Yoongi hyung, I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you. I was just angry.”

“Angry enough that you would allow me to be hurt if it came to it?” Yoongi was seething. “And just to think I was starting to forgive you both.” He gently pushed me off his lap and stood up, stalking over to Namjoon. “How could you ever think of doing that to not only one of your best friends, but also your boyfriend!” He yelled and raised his hand over his head, making me flinch.

Jimin POV:

We were listening in on the conversation just to know how it was going. We could hear voices starting to become slightly raised, so I was ready to go out there and take Y/N away so she wouldn’t begin to have any flashbacks to what had happened to her. I moved out of the door to watch her carefully and see how she was acting and reacting to everything.

I watched as Yoongi pushed her off his lap to walk over to Namjoon. I could tell he was about to yell and I knew that was one of the things that could potentially set Y/N off. 

“Where are you going?” Jungkook asked me in a hushed whisper. 

“There’s about to be an argument and Y/N will not be able to handle the yelling.” I replied, walking further away from the door. And that was when Yoongi shouted, and raised his hand over his head, and Y/N, my sweet, beautiful princess, flinched away from him. “Shit.” I said under my breath and quickly made my way into the living room. “Come on, princess.” I said, wrapping my arms around her and leading her away from the argument. 

“Where are you taking her?” Yoongi asked, turning around, his eyes flaming with anger.

“You’re scaring her.” I said shortly, taking her to one of the bedrooms to calm her down. “You can come and see her once you have calmed down.” I looked over my shoulder and saw Taehyung curled up on the sofa, his hands over his ears. He hated it when people shouted in anger and he would only resort to it himself if he really had to. “Taehyungie, come on.” I said softly, holding out my hand to him. He looked up and almost ran over to me, taking hold of my hand like it was his lifeline.

When I turned to look at Yoongi, I saw his eyes filled with guilt. “Y/N, jagiya, please, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-” He reached out to touch her but she flinched away from him again, making him take a step backwards and cover his mouth, regret filling him.

“You can come and speak to her once you have properly calmed down and thought about what you were going to say.” I said coldly. “Sort this out first.” I gestured between him and Namjoon. “I’ve got you princess.” I whispered in her ear as I lead them both to the bedroom.

Jin looked up when we entered the bedroom, noticing Taehyung’s tear-stained face, and Y/N’s blank stare. “What the hell happened?” He asked, his eyes glancing between the two of them worriedly.

“Yoongi shouted.” I replied.

“Shit. Tae baby, come here, come to hyungie.” Jin said, opening his arms. Taehyung let out a choked sob before hurling himself towards Jin, dissolving into tears. Jin began to calm him down as Jungkook and I tried to break Y/N out of her own mind.

“Princess, you’re okay. You’re safe.” I said as I sat down on the bed, sitting her down between me and Jungkook. She was silent and remained staring into space.

“Carrot?” Jungkook pushed her hair out of her face. “Jimin hyung, she’s saying something.” He said, noticing her lips were moving.

“Princess, what are you saying?” I asked gently. All of a sudden, she screamed and began to cover her face with her hands.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Please don’t hurt me.” She begged as she sobbed.

“Princess, you’re okay.” I said again. “Listen to my voice. You’re here with me, Jungkook, Jin and Taehyung. We’re all here for you. We will keep you safe.” I said. “Come back to us. Please. I can’t bear to see you hurting.”

“It’s not working.” Jungkook said, panic filling his eyes. “What should we do now?”

“Ummm...” I wasn’t sure what to do. I racked my brain, trying to remember if Yoongi had told me something about how she would calm herself down. “She used to dance to calm herself, but she can’t do that now.”

“Sing to her, hyung!” Jungkook said as he got the idea. “Let’s sing to her.”

Y/N POV:

I was back in His house. No, this was not possible. I had left him. I was with Yoongi now. Unless... that was all a dream. A nice, peaceful, cruel dream. It must have been. Why would an idol like him be soulmates with someone as broken as me? Why would I be lucky enough to have seven soulmates? I looked down at myself. I was wearing a familiar red cocktail dress. He was nowhere to be seen.

“Ah I knew that dress would look beautiful on you.” A voice came from behind me, making me jump. I gulped as I turned around and saw Him stood in front of me. He scoffed. “Is that how you greet your boyfriend on your anniversary party?” He asked. He moved closer to me and raised his hand to slap me across the face. “Now, greet me properly, you dumb bitch.”

“Happy anniversary, Jackson.” I said quietly. He grabbed hold of my jaw, his fingers digging in hard. 

“Hmm, happy anniversary to you too.” He kissed me, instantly slipping his tongue into my mouth. “Now go and greet our guests and offer them some refreshments.” He ordered, smacking my ass. I nodded and left the room to go to the kitchen, grabbing the tray with the champagne flutes.

I walked over to the first group of people, realizing them to be some of Jackson’s friends from work. “Hello, thank you so much for coming.” I said with a smile. “Can I offer you a drink?”

“Ah, hello darling. Thank you for the invite.” One of his colleagues, Yugyeom, said with a smile. “Happy anniversary to you and Jackson. He was very excited about your present today.”

“Oh, I’m sure it will be a very good present.” I smiled, as they all took a glass. “I’ll see you all later at dinner.” I bowed as I walked away to the next group of people. Soon the glasses of champagne were replaced with red wine as dinner loomed nearer. 

“Y/N, come here a second.” Jackson called me over. I carefully walked over, ensuring I did not trip and spill the red wine on anything otherwise it would stain and Jackson would get mad at me. “Is the dinner ready to be served yet?”

“The cook said it would be another five minutes. They are just plating everything. They’ll come and ring the bell when it’s time for everyone to be seated.” Just after I spoke, one of the cooks came out and rang the bell, indicating it was time to eat. “It’s ready now, I guess.”

“I didn’t realize.” Jackson rolled his eyes and pushed past me, causing me to spill the red wine all over his white suit jacket. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry. Jackson, it was an accident.” I said quickly. He grabbed hold of my wrist and squeezed tightly.

“You will put down that tray and then follow me upstairs. Say you are going to help me with my jacket if anyone asks.” He said slowly, his eyes blazing with anger. I nodded timidly and set down the tray, following him out of the room.

Upstairs, he took off his jacket and turned to face me, clicking his knuckles as he tilted his head to the side, watching me like I was his prey. My heart began to hammer in my chest as I glanced up at him.

“I didn’t say you could look at me.” He said, making me look down at my feet. “Get on your knees you little bitch and apologize for ruining my expensive suit!” He shouted, shoving me down.

“I’m sorry for spilling wine on your jacket, Jackson, I am clumsy and lost my footing on the way back to the kitchen. I will make sure it never happens again. Please don’t hurt me.”

“You’re damn right it won’t.” He said. “Now...” I heard his belt unbuckle and him pull out through the loops in his trousers. “You’re going to take your punishment and then you’re going to stay up here. You don’t deserve to eat. You need to earn it.” I heard him fold the belt and felt him pull down the straps of my dress. 

I yelped as the belt hit my shoulder. He was holding it with the buckle in his hand, but I knew that would change. There was another hit, and then another. He continued until I was begging him to stop.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Please don’t hurt me.” I cried. He just scoffed and paused while he readjusted his grip before hitting me again, this time with the belt buckle. I felt it rip my skin open as it made contact and felt the hot blood trickle down my back. He hit me another ten times before he threw the belt on the bed and knelt down in front of me.

“Now, stay up here and don’t make a sound. I’m going to lock the door behind me so you don’t even try to get out.” He grabbed hold of my hair and pulled me up, making me cry out in pain. “Go do whatever you want with yourself. I don’t care.” He threw me into the corner of the room, leaving me crying and broken. I curled up in the corner, letting the tears roll down my face. I wasn’t going to be able to last much longer in this environment. I had to try and get out, whether that be I run away or end everything. 

Why did my mind have to grace me with such a cruel yet calming dream? Why could I not be there? I knew that was how I was supposed to be treated in a relationship, but there was the fear of no one wanting me ever again with all my emotional baggage.

I let my brain drift away and shut down slightly to drown out the pain of the wounds on my back. I could hear faint voices, singing one of my favorite songs that would calm me down.

허공을 떠도는 작은 먼지처럼, 작은 먼지처럼 날리는 눈이 나라면 조금 더 빨리 네게 닿을 수 있을 텐데

눈꽃이 떨어져요 또 조금씩 멀어져요 보고 싶다 (보고 싶다) 보고 싶다 (보고 싶다) 얼마나 기다려야 또 몇 밤을 더 새워야 널 보게 될까 (널 보게 될까) 만나게 될까 (만나게 될까, ooh-ooh-ooh)

추운 겨울 끝을 지나 다시 봄날이 올 때까지 꽃 피울 때까지 그곳에 좀 더 머물러줘, 머물러줘

Translation:

Like the tiny dust, tiny dust floating in the air Will I get to you a little faster If I was the snow in the air

Snowflakes fall down And get farther away little by little I miss you (I miss you) I miss you (I miss you) How long do I have to wait And how many sleepless nights do I have to spend To see you (to see you) To meet you (to meet you)

Passing by the edge of the cold winter Until the days of spring Until the days of flower blossoms Please stay, please stay there a little longer

“Y/N? Can you hear me?” I heard someone call out to me. It sounded like Jimin. Was my brain really tricking me again?

“It’s not real. It’s not real. It’s not real.” I murmured to myself.

“No, princess, this is real. We are real.” Jimin said gently. “Come on, come back to me. To us. You’re stuck inside your mind. Just listen to my voice.” I could feel a hand on my shoulder and voices talking to me. My vision began to become fuzzy and then clear. I was back in Yoongi’s apartment. This was real. That was just a memory. A horrible memory.

“Jimin.” I cried out before dissolving into tears in his arms. “It was him. It was Jackson. I was back with him. I didn’t mean to spill the wine. It was an accident.”

He pulled me onto his lap. “You are okay. You’re safe. I’m here with you. Jungkook is here with you. Jin is here with you. Taehyung is here with you. We’re all here with you.” He rocked me gently from side to side, his hands rubbing a soothing rhythm on my back.

“Please don’t let him hurt me again.” I sobbed.

“Hey, shh, don’t cry, princess.” Jimin said, his voice cracking slightly. Was he crying? “I can’t stand it when you cry.” He admitted. “It breaks my heart.”

“Sweetheart, can you tell us what happened?” Jin asked, taking hold of my hand.

“I...” I sniffed, rubbing my eyes. “I’m not sure what happened. All I know is Yoongi raised his voice and made an action like he was about to hit something and then I was back there.” I took a deep breath to try and calm myself down. “It was strange. It was like I was reliving the past with no memory of what happened during that time, but I remembered all of you. I thought this was all just a dream.”

“This is not a dream.” Taehyung said gently, still keeping his distance. “But I’m slightly confused. Who’s Jackson?”

“Jackson is my abusive ex who I had run away from the night I met Yoongi.” I replied. “I don’t really like to talk about him because he caused some of the darkest moments in my life.”

“He sounds horrible. I’m glad you got away and found us.” Taehyung said.

I smiled at him. “I’m glad too.” I turned to look at Jungkook who was sat facing the wall. “Koo? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I’m fine.” Jungkook said, wiping his eyes quickly with his sleeve.

“No, you’re not.” I got off of Jimin’s lap and knelt down in front of him. “Why are you crying?”

“I was scared we had lost you. I was scared you had gone to a really dark place and were not going to be able to get out of it. It was so painful to watch.” He said quietly. “But you’re okay now, so I’ll be okay too.” He leaned down and kissed my lips gently. “I’ll always be okay if you are okay.”

“Thank you.” I smiled. I turned and saw Taehyung stood there awkwardly still. It was strange. I looked at him and in that moment I understood why he had said everything he had said. He was just scared and wasn’t sure how to deal with it, like I was. He dealt with his fear in a way he saw best, as did I, even if we were both wrong. “Tae.”

He looked at me and hummed. “What’s wrong? Do you guys need some privacy because I can go if you need me to.”

“No, Tae, I just wanted to say that I forgive you. I understand why you did what you did. You were like me, sort of. We were both scared of the situations we found ourselves in and the ways we dealt with it, no matter how bad they seem now, were what we thought was right at the time.”

“Do you... do you mean that?” He asked. I nodded, causing a boxy smile to form on his face. “Thank you. I’ll be the best boyfriend ever!” He pulled me into a hug, his tall frame completely enveloping mine.

“I think you have a few other competitors for that title.” I laughed, making him shrug.

“I don’t see them as competition.” There was a knock at the door, making us move apart.

“Who is it?” Jin called.

“It’s Yoongi. Can I come in? Please, I need to see her.” I heard Yoongi’s muffled voice say from behind the door. Jimin looked over to me. I looked between him and the door, trying to decide what to do. 

“I...” I trailed off. He did shout at me and cause me to have a flashback for the first time, but that was not his fault. “Let him in.”

“Are you sure, darling?” Taehyung asked. I nodded. 

“I have you four, don’t I?” I said. “My four protectors.”

“Your four protectors.” Taehyung confirmed, hugging me from behind and resting his chin on the top of my head. I sat down on the bed and Jimin looked at me once more before opening the door.

“Princess.” Yoongi came over to me and knelt in front of me. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you scared. I honestly didn’t know.” He said. His eyes were red and puffy. I could tell he had been crying.

“You caused her to have a flashback, Yoongi hyung.” Jimin said curtly.

“No.” Yoongi sat down on the floor in shock. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m such a terrible boyfriend. You should just reject me as your soulmate right now.” I looked at the other four, silently telling them to leave us alone. Jimin looked unsure, but allowed Taehyung to pull him out of the room.

“Yoongi, it was a mistake. You couldn’t have known. Even I didn’t know.” I said. “This is not your fault. It’s mine for having such a broken mind that it can’t even deal with a simple argument.” Yoongi looked up at me with a frown.

“Don’t you ever, ever say it is your fault. None of this is your fault. Don’t you ever say that, jagiya.” He said sternly, holding my hands.

“I forgive you, Yoon.” I said gently. “I will always forgive you. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, jagiya. I’m so sorry.” He said, leaning up to connect our lips.

“Where are Hoseok and Namjoon?” I asked.

“I sent them off to get pizza and lots and lots of snacks.” He said. “You said you wanted a movie night, and so I’m going to give you the best movie night ever.” He flashed his gummy smile at me, making me fall in love with him even more, and feel the safest I have ever felt in my life. All of them did.

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Dean Winchester: Miracle and Simon

Pairing: Dean W. x Wife!Reader Pov: Dean Warnings: Fluff, a little bit of angst, Dean, dogs, talk of infertility, sadness, overall fluff, comforting Dean, Sam is mention. Summary: Y/n and Dean learn after a long time of trying for children that Y/n is unable to bare a child. With this news, they decide to wait. When Dean comes across two very cute pups how can Dean pass it up? Word Count: 2.3k A/N: Written for band-psychos 1.5 followers writing bingo challenge. This is sad, but good at the same time. By the way, I have absolutely no clue what it's like to be told that I won't be able to have children, so what I may say may be wrong. Also, I'm sorry if this is something that affects you. Square: First Pet

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Month, turned into years of trying for a baby. It was okay in the beginning, but it turned into constant disappointment. Not disappointed in Y/n or myself. Just overall disappointment in the situation.

How we had been stripped of the ability to have kids. Y/n being stripped of the chance of being the best mother I know she can be. I felt more hopeless, and helpless than I had in any other part of my life.

My darling wife unable to bare a child, unable to be the most gifted thing in life. Unable to become a mother. That day was horrific, She cried in my arms and spent the drive back home in silence.

She stayed away, she had moved back into her old room. Forcing everything that we had built to be crushed. She pushed everything and everyone away.

It was horrible, she wore her ring still. Years of marriage, years of trying. Years of our life being shut out. Being put behind a wall because she felt as if she wasn't enough, wasn't worth being with.

There were nights of course I'd try and make conversation with her, but it always ended in silence, or in me talking enough for the both of us.

The few months that she pushed me away were the hardest, hearing the loud sobs echo through the halls. Not hearing her voice at all was the worst of it all, not being able to see the bright smile that used to blossom on her face was horrible.

So many things that I wish that I could change for her, so many things that I wish that I could make better. Better for her, better for me, but most importantly better for our relationship.

Finally one night.

Hearing a soft knock on my door, even with it being ajar. "Dean.. Can I come in?" Y/n asked, barely poking her head into my, our room. I was still a little confused on that one.

"Of course honey," I said pulling the bedspread back so if she wished she could climb into bed with me. She walked in slowly, not bothering to shut the door behind her.

She wore an old shirt of mine, sleep shorts, and her slippers. She looked just like she has always looked comfortable, but the look on her face was a displacement of how she looked. Her voice was white, heavy purple and black circles under her eyes, her face even looked a little bit too skinny.

Y/n say slipping her slippers off before climbing to the bed with me. "Hey." She said timidly like, "Hey baby," I said. During the time she had taken to be by herself, I had done more than enough research about what happened when women learned that they were infertile.

How they need space, or how they didn't like to be touched, how they could have outbursts of many different emotions. It's been five months and now Y/n's back in our bed. I'm hesitant to touch her, I think she can tell.

"Let me first say that"

"I missed you"

We spoke at the same time, speaking at the same was something that we always tended to do... God to hear her voice was amazing, like cutting butter so smooth and calming. She was so perfect to me no matter what was going on outside of this moment right now.

I smiled, and Y/n smiled back at me. It wasn't a full smile, but it was true and halfway there. "Do you want me to go first?" I asked not wanting to push her if she wasn't fully comfortable with it.

But if she wasn't comfortable with it then she wouldn't have come to my... our room and sat down next to her husband. Right? 'Stop asking so many questions.'

"If you want to Dean." She said her voice starting to waver. She's going to start crying, start talking Dean.

"I'm going, to be honest with you here. I don't know what to say.' Smiling afterward, ' I... I want you to know that you aren't alone in this, I know now that you needed your space, I want you to know that no matter what you think I don't blame you at all, not once. Because I'll forever love you. I've also been reading a lot,' Y/n was smiling now, raising her eyebrows at my reading comment. 'Anything for you Y/n you know that, but regardless I've been doing some reading on this situation, how this may affect us, you and myself. I just want you to know that I'm here for you." I said finally shutting my mouth.

She didn't look like she was going to cry anymore. Y/n was smiling a bright tooth-grinning smile. "You know Dean even when you don't know what to say you always manage to say the right thing, every single fuckin' time," She said through her smile.

Is it weird to say, but I know when Y/n is at her most happy because she curses. She spouts out every single bad curse word there is known to man. Just to tell you how happy she truly is.

God, I missed her smile. You don't realize just how much you miss something or even need it until it stops coming into your life and then comes back into your life a bullet.

I reached out to touch her, but I'm still hesitant. Very hesitant she most definitely saw that. When I went to take my hand back to my lap, she reached out grabbing my hand.

She's so soft, and her hands god how I've forgotten how much smaller her hands are to mine. Look at her hands, look at that ring, still shiny and glistening under the light of our room. That ring I think is what brought her back to me, no scratch that I think our love for each other is brought her back to me.

I had been looking for weeks after Y/n finally came back. Everything needs to settle down before I can even prompt the question to her. I want her to feel safe, I don't her to feel pressured or like I might be trying to replace the idea of children.

I again dived in and did the research for my idea. Sam even helped me, helped me to try and find the right one for her and me. Sam knows a lot of things but he especially knows this about me. When I do something I do it all the way, no half-assing anything and that only becomes ten times more when Y/n is thrown into the situation.

Doing the best research I could with the help of my brother of course. I found the best thing, not something I necessarily like the idea of but anything to help Y/n.

Anything for her.

They passed my screen, and before I knew it I was scrolling back up to them. In the loud and bold letter, it read.

These two come together, a pit bull and a golden retriever. Price is free, just come and pick them up today.

It just clicked, you ever have those types of moments. Where you can feel deep down in your mind, and body. Gosh, I'm really starting to get more and more like Sam.

I shouldn't say that because honestly, that's how it was for me when I first met Y/n. But that is most definitely a story for another time. I jumped from my seat sending the library chair to slide and then fall against the tile floor.

"Are you okay?" I heard Y/n's sweet voice ringing from behind me. 'Shit I forgot' "Yeah I'm fine, I just remember that I forgot to grab something when I was out earlier," I said, turning jamming my phone in my back pocket, calmly walking over to her, and kissing her temple saying bye.

I rushed, driving down the gravel road that leads to home sweet home. If nobody knew what I was doing they'd probably all think I was trying to get away from a murder that I just committed.

The drive to pups was silent. I'd driven baby so many times alone, but this time it just felt different. My impala was the first one parked, a few people close behind me. I rushed up to the fairly older man. He looked over my shoulder, he huffed before waving the other people off.

"Now listen heree son, I'm given' you 2 pups for nothing, so I don't want to hear anything." He said stepping down the porch and walking in front of me to the red broke down barn.

"They're in here. All yours." He said pulling back the door and then walking back to his barn house. Pointing in a very general area, there were 2 pups as the old man called them. Curled up into each other, 'cute' I thought to myself.

'I've already been gone for too long, hurry up Dean.' I said to myself. "Do they respond to commands? Like come, or no?" I asked as I slouched down to the height or near height of them. He hummed and said a few things under his breath.

"Come here," I said gently, just like if I were talking to Y/n. I know that as husband and wife you're supposed to talk about things before you just go outright and do them, but I kind of figured that Y/n wouldn't have any cons to having some furry children. It would most definitely take her mind somewhere else for the moment.

Waking them up from their shallow sleep, they were both wary at first, but grow to be giving me kisses had me rolling around on the dirty ground.

"Come on son!" The old man said. I jumped up from the ground dusting my clothes off and whistling for the dog's attention. "Let's go" They followed us out of the barn and chased after each other. There was no need for a transaction seeing as he just wanted them gone.

I whistled again, both chasing each other and coming to a fast stop in front of me. I was hesitant to let these pups in my baby, but anything for my girl, for her happiness, anything for her.

Both jumping up and finding a comfy spot and laying down. I speed back home, I'd already been gone for much longer than I originally wanted.

I once again speed down the gravel road heading to my home sweet home. Parking in the garage caused the pups to raise their heads. That being the first time, at least they don't complain about my driving like Sam does. That's rather nice.

I opened the back door and let both of them slip out. Yes at that moment I had realized that I had in fact told nobody of my plans, and I also had nothing to give them food-wise.

Letting them into the bunker they seemed to feel at home, but the more odd thing was that they didn't seem to care about anything other than finding Y/n.

An odd moment, it's like Sam said years ago sometimes animals can sense evil, so why can't they sense happiness or even sadness. I wonder?

The two of them led their own ways to the door of our bedroom. "Sit," I said quietly. They looked at each other and sat down, well actually they laid down.

I knocked and then came in seeing at it was also my room. "When'd you get back?" Y/n's honey slick voiced asked. "Just a few moments ago, love...." There was a comfortable silence between us, but Y/n always knows.

"What are you hiding Winchester?" She asked, pulling the sheets from her body. 'No don't get out of bed' "I need you to stay in bed for this surprise if you will." I said gesturing her to lay back down. " Be ready okay?" I said opening the door,

There sat a golden retriever and a pit bull. I heard her gasp "Dean?!". Behind me I saw the two dogs slowly sit up fully, they looked over at me, then over at Y/n.

I nodded and whistled. The pitbull was the first one to reach Y/n his nose nudging her arm. "Dean?" I heard again, so I turned I was smiling, the dog has already made a way onto her lap. "We.. are.. you." Y/n was most definitely stumbling over her words.

"Yes, they're ours. I thought that if we y'know. We could find a way to take care of something. I think he likes you, baby." I said walking all the way into the room having the golden following close behind me. "Yeah and I think she likes you, Dean." She said, patting the pits head.

"They need names," I said nodding to let the golden know that it was okay for her to jump up on the bed. I want my bed to remember them too, cause my bed is memory foam.

"Miracle and Simon. What do you think." Y/n said resting her hand on top of the pits head. "Whos who?" I asked, Y/n pointed at the dog taking up most of my lap, "That's Miracle" then moving and pointing over the sleeping pup in her lap snoring "This, sweet boy is Simon." She said a single tear falling down her cheek.

"What's wrong honey?" I asked "I know that I didn't even ask you if this was okay," I said worrying as more tears fall down her soft warm-toned cheeks.

"Nothing is wrong Dean, I just remembered that I wanted to maybe name our son Simon when we finally got pregnant." She said, I wiped her stray tears and said, "We've got our son and daughter just in fur version. And being together is enough for me." Kissing her forehead. A whispered, "Thank you Deanie Beanie." I rolled my eyes and kissed her forehead again.

Completed on: 05/24/2021

Posted on 05/25/2021

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For You | a.h angst fic

Summary: Y/N does her best to stop Agatha before she brings chaos to Westview.

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"I know you’re hiding something.”

“This, again?” 

“Yes! You’ve been sneaking around, always checking draws, haven’t been paying attention to me lately . . .What’s going on?” 

“Nothing.” 

“Agatha, don’t do this, please. Whatever it is it’ll be fine-”

“No, it won’t. It’s nothing. The less you know the better.” 

“How is that even-” 

“I’m not telling you to protect you, Y/N! How many times do I have to say this?” 

“You don’t get to decide what protects me and what doesn’t!”

“PLEASE just trust me! I . . . I have MAGIC okay? And I didn’t want you to be endangered by that—”

“Agatha . . . I love you!””

If a memory could get stuck in your head like a song would, that would perfectly describe what was happening. Anytime Y/N wasn’t eating or sleeping the memory was replaying over and over again, creating a little movie theater in her brain; and every time her girlfriend’s voice would have a hint more of anger, her glare would be a little sharper, would yell a little louder. But each time the memory ended the same:

Y/N would demand to know that she even meant by “magic” and Agatha would stand there in shock, rooted to the ground.

“Magic?”

“You love me? W-why did you tell me you love me?”

“It-it just came out! But . . . What do you mean by magic?”

And so Agatha explained. Told her all about her spells and the Salem Witch Trials and what was going on with Westview. She didn’t give Y/N a break, not a moment to process it, and the woman put her hands over her head as if it’s act like a block any further, ground-breaking knowledge from entering her ears.

Her vision was getting blurry. She felt lightheaded. This was too much. Too much to take in at one time. Agatha didn’t seem to notice and continued explaining through her tears, at the end even displaying her purple magic just to prove it to Y/N, and that’s when she knew she couldn’t stay here too longer.

Her mind screamed at her to say something to Agatha, that she couldn’t just leave her girlfriend, but at the same time she couldn’t bring herself to do that. “I’m sorry,” she whispered shakily, before fleeing the room and leaving Agatha there, speechless and sobbing.

It had been days since she had left the house since then, meaning it had been days since she her fight . . . Was that the right word? with Agatha. The first day Y/N slept, body and mind exhausted, and when she woke up, still in a sleepy haze, she chalked up the previous day’s events to a weird nightmare. 

Then, reality hit. 

This time it was a little easier to process and at first, she yearned to return to Agatha and to hug her and kiss her . . . but then she remembered what she had done the night before; had wanted to talk to Agatha but ultimately couldn’t because of everything she had learned and instead left. Y/N  realized that she had to do that now. Process everything before she saw her girlfriend, no matter how much it hurt her and how hard it was to do . . . Anything other than that, she figured, wouldn’t end well since Agatha probably needed some time, too. 

Now, it was the third day. Y/N had rested. She had thought. And she had come to a new realization . . . Wanda’s influence over her, it did control her but it did not hurt like how Agatha said the other Westview citizens felt . . . Did she have her girlfriend to thank? That thought made the pit in her stomach deepen, for maybe Agatha had truly been protecting her by not telling her that she had magic and of what was going on . . .

That posed another question, was Agatha working to stop Wanda?

Which was answered when Y/N heard yells outside and, after a couple moments, hopped up from her bed and crossed over to her window, only to see Wanda and Agatha fighting, blasting their powers at each other.

The sight made her gasp, partly of worry for Agatha and partly in awe of her hair, her dress, everything about her was gorgeous. Y/N knew it wouldn’t do any good to go outside with no powers so she stayed inside, internally rooting for her girlfriend. She couldn’t deny the tug st her protective nature when she saw Wanda throw Agatha to the ground, and slapped her hand against the wall.

After some agonizing seconds, Agatha rose unsteady and shaking. She looked powerless. Pale. Haunted eyes. Weak. Wanda, however, looked all the more powerful. Red was shining in her eyes, heat emitting from her lips which were pulled tight together in concentration, as she readied another red blast to hurl at Agatha.

With the only thought in her head being Agatha, Y/N ran as fast her legs could carry her, bursting outside and onto the street.

Agatha was stumbling back and when she saw her girlfriend her eyes went wide with a choked gasp. “Y/N — please don’t do this!”

Y/N didn’t listen and smiled at the brunette through her tears as she ran in front of Agatha, Wanda’s power hitting her full force instead.

“NO!” The utter scream of anguish and horror was ripped from Agatha, a loud sob following soon after. She was helpless, watching her girlfriend get thrown into the air with her own screams as redness surrounded every inch of her.

Seeing her girlfriend in such pain slowly motivated Agatha to want to heal her, to get her magic back for her, and purple began to sparkle and glow, travelling from her hands to her arms to her face and all throughout her body.

Y/N landed on the ground with a sickening thud and Agatha wasted no time in throwing all the magic she could Wanda’s way, knocking the redhead into unconsciousness.

After making sure they were safe from Wanda’s wrath, Agatha ran and collapsed beside Y/N, hesitant to touch her at first in fear of hurting her; until she finally carefully moved Y/N’s head to rest on her lap.

“I wasn’t lying when I said I loved you,” Y/N croaked out in a whisper, eyes half-closed, gripping onto Agatha’s hands.

“I love you, too,” Agatha said, some honey in her otherwise distraught voice. “Keep your eyes open, okay? You’re gonna be fine.”

Y/N gave a half nod and Agatha lifted her up into her arms, carrying her back to her house. It was there that after days and days of spelling and healing, Y/N was finally okay, and the two would then move on to be together forever.

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wtfock fic recs part 2

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wtfock fic recs pt 1

the underrated (just read them trust me they're brilliant)

wishing, wanting and longing by dottori

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart by orphan_account This isn't our first time around by noobishere this is us, through your eyes by dottori - with yasminas season starting id like to draw everyones attention to this fic from yasminas pov its sweet and sentimental and lovely and the fact that it has under 100 kudos is a fucking crime Scary Monsters (and Super Creeps) by berrevy - i love this author so much and this fic is so good, i love the way they're written here, the description is beautiful, 10/10 A morning without you is a dwindled dawn by Createdforyou - so soft i love seeing them just living their lives together Elayna Aan Zee by zetaphiuchi(ryuujitsu) - this one is sad and maybe sander forgives too quickly but its beautifully written and i love it you're an angel in disguise (you're an angel in my eyes) by thekardemomme - this is so sweet and lovely and warm everyone should read it I do now. by irregardlxss - robbe tells jens about the hate crime dreaming of you by ivy_seas - just them being happy at christmas time hold all my cliches on the tip of my tongue by nbrook - they're dorks and they're too horny for their own good but they love each other very much i've never been in love (but i wanna be, i wanna be) by ladypeaceful - what if sander took noors place at the party in episode 1 we have the stars (and this is given once only) by merengue - military au but also childhood friends and its so soft and beautiful and they love each other so much Agents Sliding Down The Chimney by berrevy - i seriously cannot recommend berrevy enough this is a christmas fic thats a little sad but also a whole lot sweet and very real which is what i like

angst bby

I follow you (deep sea, baby) by emotionalgoblin - sander pines in my mind, in my head by cubedmango - canon divergence for s3 last two episodes

gonna help you be free, honey by lamourestout - aftermath of the hate crime

We're always gonna be contaminated by nbrook - sander fucked upppp and everyone is sad but they communicate so its fine

the night we met by themoongirl - college au, sad boys :(((

show me some stars (beneath this ceiling) by peaceoutofthepieces - five times robbe wishes he could wake up next to sander and one time he does You're always there for me by nbrook - the s4 car accident aftermath (don't want anything) but all of you by MajorAccent - s4 car accident but extra extra angsty i know someone who kisses the way (a flower opens) by romantiser robbe and sander see each other again after sander paints the mural

sander and robbe being so in love it hurts

he is the one by themoongirl - marriage proposal im soft

I'm holding my breath, as the seasons change by bruisingknees - robbe moves out of the flatshare

new year's eve by themoongirl - sander is sad but robbe is soft

all you never say by nothingbutniall - fluffffff

you're the one that i want by themoongirl - sander needs reassurance

dark paradise by luckycharmz - sander is coming out of a low and robbe takes care of him

i was grounded (while you filled the skies) by wafflesofdoom - theyre in love okay

If a June night could talk, it would probably boast it invented romance by allforyoumylove - theyre childhood friends and theyre in love

oh my sunlight, sunlight, sunlight by alsjeblieft - sander painting robbe

Early Morning Dancing by teen_content_queen - flatmates dance in the morning v v cute

(inside my head) I've been at war by nothingbutniall - they're so soft pls

The sun came up and I was looking at you by allforyoumylove

Baby, Home Is In Your Arms by clarecas - robbe comes home to sander after his exam

don't be scared, you are my rock by peaceoutofthepieces - sander is sad but robbe is there purple lips (underwater) by dottori - fluff so much fluff i love it sm

in all your gorgeous colors by nothingbutniall - sander paints robbe you're still the that i love (the only one i dream of) by thekardemomme - i couldve also put this in the angst category but they just love each other so much its so beautiful My darling, I'm rooting for you by allforyoumylove - sander is having a depressive episode and robbe loves him fully formed, ready to run by MajorAccent - sander is down and robbe just wants to be with him paper rings by thekardemomme - they love each other so much and theyre going to get married one day i've always wanted a (boyfriend) by thekardemomme - christmas is sanders favourite holiday and robbe doesnt love christmas but he loves sander Come lie with me by allforyoumylove - they're roommates but they cuddle and fall in love glimpses by foxsake5 - theyre just living their lives, being in love, as they should

boyfriends being boyfriends

I absolutely adore you but we're absolute beginners by nbrook - sander is adorable

boy, i fucking got you by noobishere - yeah its rated e but its so sweet okay

Lovesick by szamsson - sander picks robbe up from school

you're a wonder under summer sky by nothingbutniall - boyfriends go camping

memories painted with much brighter ink by nothingbutniall - Christmas gift giving at the flatshare

we're keeping it simple by noobishere - eenvoud babyyyyy

Meet me in the hallway by nbrook - ahsdka Milan

double date. by fockinglevendcliche - double date with amber and aaron

back to the beach house. by fockinglevendcliche - sander wants to get it on and robbe is weak but their friends are assholes

take me with your constant shame by peaceoutofthepieces - cute date hold me close by sincerelysobbe - robbe is stressed and sander is the best boyfriend you charge me up (like electricity) by howlingsaturn - secret boyfriends if you say swim by soundnvision - another date another pool Modern Love by angelboygabriel - okay yes this is e rated but their. boyfriends and they're happy they're just also horny mkay You make me feel like I am whole again by nbrook - robbe has a rough day but sander is there being all cute and making it better I've been looking so long at these pictures of you by nbrook - much banter very cute You're my favourite kind of night by nbrook - at a halloween party finally kissing the right people Show me a piece of your heart, show me a piece of your love by nbrook - boyfriend tag for the broerrrs channel, unfinished but so much fun thus far working double time by noobishere - sander is wearing a turtleneck and he looks hot in it Ground Control by angelboygabriel - christmas clinging and sex because why not oh and they're in love hopeless romantics by thekardemomme - it's their anniversary and ugh they love each other sm sander driesen versus a mistletoe by dottori - its christmas and sander just wants to fucking kiss robbe okay high for this by flowermaze - sander is drowsy and still finds time to flirt with robbe All You've Got to Do Is Win by berrevy - they actually do play that tennis match years kept in minutes by peaceoutofthepieces - they have traditions and its adorable pls love is the opening door by cryingcancer - robbe and sander facetime on their anniversary after sander was sappy on instagram Home by foxsake5 - sander is a massive simp and robbe looks hot in a robe You don't have to say you're mine by nbrook - robbe is a little insecure and sander is there to reassure him Distracting by sincerelysobbe - v v v cute jahsdjah sander is weak for robbe we all understand bro February 14th, 2021 by foxsake5 - no words bro just cute af if we can make it through december (maybe we'll make it through forever) by nothingbutniall - sobbe at the christmas market This = Love by nbrook - robbe is hungover and sander loves to tease him They ain't living life like this by Createdforyou - halloween but this year they're together

sexy times

Woensdag 16:36 by Anonymous

i don't even wanna fuck, i just like you by eversincewefellapart

Vrijdag 18:26 by Anonymous - hurt and comfort

video phone by tokyometropolis(mesohorany) - quarantine times

Don't know where I'm going from here (but I promise it won't be boring) by skamsnake

snakebite by Anonymous

Zaterdag 09:58 by foxsake5

Wildfire by sincerelysobbe - no smut just kissing but they steamy

come on (mess me up) by MajorAccent - sex but tender 🥺

The Teenage Trifecta by little_but_fierce

i glow pink in the night in my room (blossoming alone over you) by midsummernightoddity

life is a pop of the cherry by icedwhitemocha - the hotel

Ik Win by Anonymous

In his arms tonight by allforyoumylove

long may he reign by tokyometropolis(meohorany) - well considered smut jsdhjhd

Draw Me Closer by skamsnake

When I live my dream (please be there to meet me) by skamsnake

we click, we go boom! by strangeparties Dark Red by nancy_mcfly - friends with benefits play the game of grown-ups by Anonymous - they have a lot of sex but its because they're in love