#I’m not paying for anymore fanfiction

[watermelonsloth]

I don’t know about everyone else, but I don’t accept the novels as canon because of how much they muddy the waters of what is and isn’t canon. Some really blur characterization, world building, and the already nightmarish timeline. Of the ones that I actually have read about and snippets of (look, I'm gonna have to be given some damn good reason before I not only read one of the novels in its entirety, but I pay money for it), the Akatsuki novel, Gaara Hiden, Itachi books, and especially Sasuke Retsuden fall under this. And from what I can tell, that’s all to add minimal good content.

[aconstantstateofbladerunner]

Fanfic Thieves on Youtube

A collection of youtube channels have been uploading preexisting fanfictions in videos with little to no credit to the original authors. These are not podfics, these channels copy-paste the fics into text-to-speech readers then upload the unaltered audio over static or unrelated backgrounds, either art that is also stolen or mobile game footage. In addition to not naming the authors, they alter the title to make it that much harder for readers to recognize or find the original uploads. Some go so far as to pretend they themselves are creating the fics in question. Many claim that their stealing actually helps give fics "exposure" despite the intentional steps they take to conceal the origins of the fics they profit off of. However, this practice has lead many authors to discontinue fics after the frustration of having their hard work stolen. Many of these channels claim they will remove videos upon request, but will either argue with the author in order to keep it up, or simply unlist the video for a time until they think the author isn't paying attention anymore. And their solution to receiving strikes against their channels in the past has been to further obfuscate the origins of their content instead of even considering asking first.

”I got caught stealing, so instead of not stealing anymore, I’m doubling down on stealing even more so it’s harder for people to find out and prove I’m stealing. Stealing doesn't count if the specific person I stole from didn't call me out. I am the real victim.”

That, plus the incessant tag scumming in all the videos (spamming unrelated tags in order to appear in more search results) proves to me that these are lazy attention seekers who don't want to put in creative effort when they could just leech off of the passion of others.

In order to report them, go to their channel's "About" page and click the flag icon. Said icon might be behind the three dots in the top bar on mobile. Go to "Report User" at the bottom and tick the "spam and scams" button. This will allow you to list multiple videos as offenders instead of reporting them individually. Youtube's policy states that video spam constitutes:

Massively uploading content that you scraped from other creators.

Auto-generated content that computers post without regard for quality or viewer experience.

If you recognize one of your fics among the stolen, say so in the additional comments box, and perhaps call out the channel directly in the video's comments. If you recognize someone else's fic, please let the original author know so they can report the channel as well. Many have been confronted for stealing previously and refuse to admit wrongdoing.

Most of what I've found has been My Hero Academia fics since that's my fandom and those are the ones I can recognize as stolen, but there are many other channels that steal from other fandoms, so I invite anyone and everyone to reblog this with their own findings.

The reality is that this extremely low-effort content and new youtube channels are both very easy to make, so most likely they'll start new channels once the ones on this list are run through. But hopefully, if we all work together and keep whacking these moles, perhaps we can instill that same defeatism they caused so many creators who didn't deserve it, and eventually they'll give up.

My sincerest thanks to everyone who helped bring additional channels to my attention. A special thanks to ao3 user InArduisFidelis who brought the initial attention to the issue, and @owlf45 whose work was stolen.

Links under the cut.

YurikoFanfics - Not only stole content, but acted in comments as though they were the one writing these stories.

https://href.li/?https://www.youtube.com/@YurikoFanfics

What-IF-Anime - Has the exact same "disclaimer" about not being the original author as the one above. Either they're the same person or the thieves are stealing from each other.

https://href.li/?https://www.youtube.com/@What-IF-Anime

quirkywhatif7 - Either an alt of the above, or all these people are talking to one another because this one made a community post identical to a comment the one above made in response to being called out (the above screenshots).

https://www.youtube.com/@quirkywhatif7/about

DekuFanfic - It's the same fucking guy again.

https://www.youtube.com/@DekuFanfic/about

InfiniteParadoxfanfics - Nothing notable, same deal as the others.

https://href.li/?https://www.youtube.com/@InfiniteParadoxfanfics/about

WhatIfAnimeChannel - Admits in their community posts that other people write the fics they post but still doesn't give credit. Migrated to a new channel after issues with youtube, likely being flagged previously.

https://href.li/?https://www.youtube.com/@WhatIfAnimeChannel/about

WhatIfAnimeAll - Alt of above.

https://href.li/?https://www.youtube.com/@WhatIfAnimeAll

FWNWorld - Makes sure to tell you that the videogame footage is theirs, but can't bother to credit anyone else.

https://href.li/?https://www.youtube.com/@FWNWorld/about

WTFW - Claims to have "[A] team of talented writers, voice actors, and artists work together to create immersive fan fiction stories that are sure to captivate your imagination." Just the same test-to-speech stolen content over videogames. So straight up lying claiming that everything is theirs (and that anything they make is quality).

https://href.li/?https://www.youtube.com/@WTFW

MHA2.0Fanfics - Lots of crossover theft.

https://www.youtube.com/@MHA2.0Fanfics/about

Collerwhatiif - Pretty sure this one is the same guy as the previous 2, also has one for another fandom.

https://www.youtube.com/@Collerwhatiif/about

https://www.youtube.com/@GoJoFanfiction/videos

ko_sensei - Another that claims to have a "team" that makes the stories they steal: " passionate about creating compelling and engaging fanfiction that explores the various "what ifs" in the anime universe."

https://www.youtube.com/@ko_sensei/about

FantasticWhatIf - Multifandom stealing, uses the exact same bs disclaimer as many others.

https://www.youtube.com/@FantasticWhatIf/about

LettuceHeadFanfics - No credit, no acknowledgement of anything. Next one is an alt.

https://www.youtube.com/@LettuceHeadFanfics/about

brocollifanfics - Alt of above, once again admits to stealing with a declaration of "☆If you want to takedown any videos. You can mail us or leave a comment below the video☆"

https://www.youtube.com/@brocollifanfics/about

whatifofficial786 - Focuses on MHA/Naruto crossovers. Identical format.

https://www.youtube.com/@whatifofficial786/about

NotWhatIf - I've lost track of who's an alt of who but yet another identical format, descriptions, and bullshit claims of "enhancing the viewer experience" by putting a robot voice over bootleg fortnite footage.

https://www.youtube.com/@NotWhatIf/about

weebxds - Same again.

https://www.youtube.com/@weebxds/about

ItachiFanfics - Naruto channel, we can at least confirm that this one is run by a human given the rare different descriptions and a real voice at the beginning of videos before the robot comes back.

https://www.youtube.com/@ItachiFanfics/about

WhatIfDN - As if mockingly, a bunch of videos have a "credit" section in their descriptions that is of course blank.

https://www.youtube.com/@WhatIfDN/about

SpiceandBooks and spiceandfiction - Apparently Youtube itself has started picking up on the bullshit, because this multifandom channel is being dinged as ai spam so they started a new one.

https://www.youtube.com/@SpiceandBooks/about

https://www.youtube.com/@spiceandfiction/about

theoriginalastra - Doesn't even bother with disclaimers, the following are multiple alts/potential alts for different fandoms.

https://www.youtube.com/@theoriginalastra/about

SillySenpai12 - Highschool DXD alt.

https://www.youtube.com/@SillySenpai12/about

RosieRealms - Naruto alt.

https://www.youtube.com/@RosieRealms/about

DekuWhatIfs - Potentially another astra alt but not sure, doesn't matter because all these channels do the same thing anyway.

AnimeStark688 - No credits or disclaimers.

https://www.youtube.com/@AnimeStark688/about

Please take the time to report these channels, spread this post around, and reblog with any additional offending channels you find.

[finnsbubblegum]

Where It All Starts (Joel Miller X Reader)

Pairing: no-outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

Warnings: fluff, sweet joel, domestic joel, rom-com

Summary: reader as Joel’s neighbor. Joel’s wife left him so Joel asked his neighbor for help in babysitting Sarah. 

Words count: 1.1k

A/N: I’m trying to make this as a rom-com, hope you like my new series! I have a lot of ideas to write about Joel Miller fanfiction and I haven’t finished writing them all. I only have a few days before I start working but I want to write as much as I can. I’m pretty nervous since it’s my first full-time job. Wish me luck! 

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“Please just let me go! I can’t do this anymore!” You heard a woman’s yell from outside your house while washing the dishes.

“Baby, please.. Just do this for Sarah. Please.” A man begged.

*baby cried*

“I’m sorry, Joel.” 

Curiosity ate you. You peeked through your window and saw your neighbor were having a fight. Assuming they were husband and wife with a newborn baby. The man was carrying the baby while the woman was trying to get inside the car.

“Get in that car and there’s no coming back!” The man raised his voice. 

You felt guilty for eavesdropping because that should be a private conversation but they fought in front of their house and you’re pretty sure everyone in the neighborhood heard them.

The next morning when you were preparing breakfast, you heard a knock. 

“Can I help you?” It was the man from last night.

“Ugh yes, I’m sorry to bother you early in the mornin’. I was wonderin’ if you could help me with somethin’.” He put his hand behind his neck.

“Yeah, sure? What can I help you with?” You opened your door wider and invited him in.

“I live next door…I just had a baby and somethin’ happened with her mom..and I have to go to work so no one is watchin’ my daughter. Uh..You look young, I’m assuming you’re still in college, maybe you could help me babysit my daughter? I’ll pay you of course.”

“Oh! Uhm..Well..I’m not in college actually. I’ve graduated.” You chuckled.

“But I’ll take that as a compliment, sir.” 

“Sorry.” Joel chuckled.

“Uhm..how old is your daughter?” 

“She’s just 3 months old.” 

“Oh!” Your eyes widened. You had never had a baby but you had always wanted one. But how could you possibly be able to babysit a newborn without experience? 

“Sure, I’d like to help.” You were blinded by the man’s puppy eyes.

“Really can you do that? How about your work? Because I don’t want to burden you.” 

“That’s not a problem, sir. I’m taking over my parents’ cafe nearby so I can take your daughter with me. If that’s okay.” 

“You’re the best. Thank you. I’m Joel by the way. Joel Miller” He extended his hand to shake yours.

“I’m (y/n) (y/l/n).” You shook his hand.

Joel invited you to his house and introduced his daughter to you. 

“This is Sarah.”

“Hi Sarah. You’re so cute.” You booped her on the nose.

“Do you know how to hold a baby?” Joel asked you. 

“I’ve held my nephew before but-” 

“Here. Support her head like this.” Joel instructed you.

“Like this?” 

“Yeah, just like that. Don’t worry, you’re doing good.” He placed his hand on your shoulder.

His touch made your heart beat faster. You know you shouldn’t be thinking about this since he just got into a fight with his wife last night. But you couldn’t help it. He could be a single dad any time in the future or probably now. And you admitted your neighbor was a hot young dad. 

“So this is the bag. It has everything in it. Diapers, baby formula, and other things. She eats every 2-3 hours. Here’s the house key.” 

“Got it.” You nodded. 

“Okay, I’m runnin’ late. Here’s my number. Just call me if you need anythin’.” He shoved you a paper written with his phone number.

“You goin’ to work now?” 

“Ugh-yes.” 

“Want me to drive you?” Joel offered to drive you since your hands were full.

“It’s okay. I’ll drive myself.” You refused his offer.

“Okay, well. At least let me help you get settled in your car then?” He carried the big baby bag to your car and helped you settle the baby car seat in your car. 

You put Sarah in the car seat and brought her to work. 

“When did you have a baby again?” You co-workers couldn’t stop staring at the baby you brought to work.

“It’s not mine. It’s my neighbor’s. He’s-” You sighed.

“He? Single dad?” Flo’s eyes widened. She was still in college and working part-time at your cafe. She had a thing for single dads that was why she was interested in your situation.

“I’m not sure. But I heard him fighting with his wife last night. It sounded bad.” You shrugged.

“This could be it. This could be it.” She shook your body excitedly.

“Could be what?” You stopped her.

“You know. I know you’re lonely. And you definitely need a man. Why don’t you try it with him? Is he hot?” She raised her eyebrows up and down.

“I don’t know, Flo. I mean I’m still not ready and I’m sure he isn’t too.”

“Is.he.hot?” Flo repeated.

“Well, kinda?” You shrugged.

“Want my advice boss? I’d say you should flirt with him.” She crossed her arms to her chest.

You rolled your eyes.

“Want my advice? Get back to work or I will cut your pay.” You squinted your eyes.

“Yes, boss.” 

Flo was right. Maybe this was your chance to start dating again. Since the last time you had your heart broken, you were too focused on helping your family’s business. But once you wanted to try dating again, you got a soon-to-be single hot dad? You always had a thing for dads. Just like Flo. Did you win the lottery? Probably. Let’s see.

Sarah wasn’t hard to babysit. You worked while babysitting her and your co-workers helped you so it wasn’t really hard work. You went home by dinner time and left your cafe to your employees to close the store. You put sleeping Sarah to her crib then went back to your car to get the bag. While you were closing the car door, Joel’s car parked on the driveway. You stopped and waited for him.

“Hi.” You put the bag strap to your shoulder.

“Hi. How was she? I hope she’s not taking your energy too much.” He walked closer to you and took the bag from you.

“She’s well-behaved actually.” You smiled and passed him the baby bag.

“Thank God.” Joel sighed.

“I put her to sleep.” You told Joel proudly.

“Thank you. I owe you a lot. I really appreciate it.” He placed his hand on your shoulder again.

“Did you eat dinner Mr. Miller?” You tried to flirt just as Flo told you.

“Not yet. Just call me Joel, please.” 

“Joel.” You hummed.

“Pizza?” Joel suggested.

“Sure.” 

Joel called for a pizza delivery and the two of you spent dinner together. You talked about college and work but not relationships. You were avoiding that topic and so did Joel.

“Thanks for dinner.” You thanked Joel as he walked you home which was just next to his house.

“Anytime.” He put his hands in his pocket.

“So I’ll see you tomorrow when I get Sarah?” 

“Yeah, sure. See you tomorrow. Have a good night.” He kissed your cheek awkwardly.

“Good night, Joel.”

To be continued...

[kingofbodyrolls]

Seokjin fic recs 2023

In honor of Seokjin’s birthday, I want to share my favorite fanfictions that I’ve read this year. Although I did not read as many as I wanted to, the list will be short. But! I’ve leave my ‘to read’ list at the bottom to make up for it 💜I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ✨ All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart 🥹

❗Most of these fics are smutty as hell or contains dark themes, so minors dni.❗ 

If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the original fic’s post 💜And if you want more fic recs you can follow me to stay updated 🙂

BTS fic rec index → May | Jun | Jul | Aug | Sep (jjk)(knj) | Oct (pjm) | Nov (*) | Dec (💜)(kth) |

Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂, yandere = 😈, thriller/dark = 👻. 

⭐Knocked by @sailoryooons [10.6K] // ksj x f.reader // roommates to lovers // 🥵😂

📝 Living with people is difficult, but all things considered, your new roommate isn’t terrible. He cooks, he cleans, and if you had to be honest - incredibly attractive. But his habit of streaming until the early hours of the morning while yelling and making other questionable noises has pushed you to the limit. You’ve finally decided to risk your sanity and put it all on the line with a reckless bet in hopes of getting some peace and quiet at night.

🗨️ This was so hilarious, and the build up and pay-off was really good 👏

⭐Sleepover by @peachypinkygloss [7.3K] // ksj x f.reader x pjm // bestfriends!au, threesome // 🥵

📝 You spend a night with your two best friends at their dorm room. You should have known that they wanted to do more than just watching movies.

🗨️ Omg this was so good, the smut 😘🥵

⭐I Don’t Think I’m Okay by @ressjeon [4K] // ksj x f.reader // slice of life, idiots to lovers!au, childhood friends!au // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 With many chances wasted, you couldn’t even resist anymore.

🗨️ A cute little Seokjin fic 🥰

⭐The IKEA Test by @yoon-bug [9.1K] // ksj x f.reader // established relationship // 🥵🥰😂

📝 One review on IKEA’s website called the BRIMNES bed frame the leading cause of divorce due to its difficult assembly. You and Seokjin had laughed when you read it. Now, you weren’t so sure.

🗨️ Their banter and all the sexual innuendos are damn hilarious! I thoroughly enjoyed this very much 💜 

I’m really sad that I didn’t get to read more Seokjin fics 😭 I have a lot on my ‘to read’ list, so I’ll share some that I’m really excited to read when i have more time (and I know they’ll be great because they are written by amazing people!) ✨

‘To read’ list ⬇️

Fast Lane by @yminie [20.6K]

Cherry Topper by @kth1 [17.6K]

Final Sleigh by @floralseokjin [23.3K]

Stuck with you by @taleasnewastime [29.6K]

Small Tuna Fish by @floralseokjin [17.1K]

Off Limits by @floralseokjin [series; completed]

Raspberry truffles by @gukyi [5K]

Christmas Warfare by @gimmethatagustd [14.5K]

9 Months to Fall in Love by @floralseokjin [series; completed]

Redamancy by @jeonggukingdom [7.1K]

Sunday by @here2bbtstrash [5K]

Serve Me by @chateautae [16K]

Meet Me at the Bar by @eoieopda [7.5K]

Internal Conflicts by @yoongiofmine [series; completed]

Forever by @oddinary4bts [25.2K]

Thank you, Daddy by @ktheist [19K]

The Devil Wears Armani by @floralseokjin [series; completed]

Glazed & Dazed by @floralseokjin [30.3K]

Wet & Wild by @jamaisjoons [10K]

Warm this Winter by @jamaisjoons [51.6K]

Peach Parfait by @jamaisjoons [series; completed]

Borderlines by @jamaisjoons [series; ongoing]

All I Don’t Want for Christmas is You! by @minisugakoobies [23.7K]

Cupid’s on Holiday by @persphonesorchid [17K]

Don’t Go Baking my Heart by @candlewaxandp0lar0ids [14.7K]

Platonic by @joheunsaram [series; completed??]

Last November by @kithtaehyung [24.7K]

Sit. Stay. by @daechwitatamic [14K]

Turn Back Time by @raplinesmoon [13.3K]

Made-up Love Song by @floralseokjin [series; completed]

Lost and Found by @taleasnewastime [21.2K]

I’m so sorry that I didn’t get to read more! 😭 Life happened, and yeah. But all of these wonderful fics on my list sound so incredibly good and I really look forward to reading them and give them a lovely review 💜

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEOKJIN!!! 💜 🥳 🎂

[deedeeznoots]

More Than Just the Tip

➺ Characters: Choso Kamo, Fem!Reader

➺ Word Count: 2.6k

➺ Genre: Smut, Fluff

➺ Content: MDNI, Pizza Guy!Choso, Non Curse!AU, Friends to Lovers, Swearing, Grinding, Sixty-Nine So: Oral (M!Recieving), Oral (Fem!Recieving), Oral Creampie, Messy Kissing

➺ A/N: Dirty secret time! I love it when fanfiction incorporates traditional 🌽 tropes into the smut it’s just so funny and camp. 

➺ Synopsis: Headcanons of Choso as a pizza guy, because who doesn’t love the pizza guy? 

Pizza Guy!Choso who took the job in order to provide for him and his little brothers. Being rather young when he was given the responsibility of raising them, this was the highest paying job that he was qualified for. It was alright though, as long as he could support them with their dreams.

Pizza Guy!Choso, who is very overworked… often in the store alone, where he has to take orders, make pizzas, and sometimes even do deliveries all in the same shift. 

Pizza Guy!Choso, who, despite this, makes it a point to be kind to every customer he meets.

Customers quickly pick up on  this fact, but mistaken Pizza Guy!Choso’s kindness as a way to trample on top of him. 

Pizza Guy!Choso, who is used to being reprimanded by customers.

Pizza Guy!Choso, who is sensitive to their words and often considers leaving, but quickly  remembers who he got this job for and vows to keep going every day.

Pizza Guy!Choso, who has a particularly tough day where it seems every customer had something to complain about. 

“The pizza is too expensive!” “The wait is too long!”

Things that aren’t at all his fault, but things he feels guilt for nonetheless. Regardless of how rude the customer is, Pizza Guy!Choso still feels guilty for disappointing them. 

Pizza Guy!Choso who meets you on this day, when you come and order with a coupon in your hand.

Pizza Guy!Choso, who is hit with yet another pang of guilt when he realizes that the coupon had expired just yesterday.

Pizza Guy!Choso, who stumbles over his words trying to explain the situation to you, hoping you don’t get angry.

“I-I’m so sorry! But uh— we don’t take this coupon anymore”.

Pizza Guy!Choso, who awaited your response, dreading what you might do.

Would you yell at him? Would you try to convince him he’s wrong? Would you ask for a manager?

Pizza Guy!Choso, who was shocked when you simply went “Aw shucks, that’s fine. I’ll just pay full price then”.

Pizza Guy!Choso, who feels brave enough now to make small talk with you as he makes your pizza, where he learns that you had just moved to the area and planned on getting a pizza to celebrate the occasion with yourself.

Pizza Guy!Choso welcomed the nice conversation with open arms, finding it a glimmer of light in a sea of rude customers.

Pizza Guy!Choso who did something he hadn’t done for any customer before and gave you a discount for your pizza despite the discount being expired. When you asked about it, he simply said “thanks for being so nice”. 

Pizza Guy!Choso, who blushed as you thanked him for the kind discount on your way out.

Pizza Guy!Choso, who expected to never see you again but cherished the small memory.

Pizza Guy!Choso, who is shocked when you come in just a week later to order yet another pizza.

You seemed to be in a bad mood, but regardless you recognize Pizza Guy!Choso right away. 

“Oh, hi! How are you?” You ask as you force a smile.

Pizza Guy!Choso, who simply goes “I’ve been good, and you?” with a smile. “I could be better, but it’s alright. Just one of those days where a pizza would really help with my mood” you respond with a chuckle.

Pizza Guy!Choso who understood completely and worked extra hard to make a pizza to your liking. 

Pizza Guy!Choso, who as far as you know, runs the place out of business with the amount of discounts he gives you. He tells you that this pizza is “on the house”, though you never paid full price so far.

Pizza Guy!Choso who almost feels his heart beat out of his chest when you profusely thank him for all of his kindness.

Pizza Guy!Choso, who notices that you dropped some money into the tip jar as you walk out, and is wide-eyed to see $50 inside. 

Pizza Guy!Choso, who rushes out of the restaurant, convinced that you made a mistake.

“Did you want me to give you change for this?” He asks, out of breath as he runs toward your car, with the bill in hand. 

“No worries! Keep it! Thanks for being nice to me this time around” you say with a smile as you get into your car, driving away. 

Pizza Guy!Choso who is happy when you start to become a regular at the pizza place, coming in to order a small pizza and sometimes sitting to eat some with him.

Pizza Guy!Choso who is happy to keep you company, considering he has felt pretty lonely, not having any time for social interaction due to being so immersed in working and taking care of his brothers.

Pizza Guy!Choso who regularly chats with you over pizza during days when customers are scarce.

Pizza Guy!Choso who also consistently gives you free pizza, something you’ve told him not to do, however even when you try to pay he refuses, so you let up and let him spoil you. 

Pizza Guy!Choso whose eyes fill with stars as he tells you about his whopping nine younger brothers. 

“Yeah there’s a lot of them, but I wouldn’t trade them for the world” he explained as he watched you take a bite out of your pizza.

Pizza Guy!Choso who gets a little sad as he explains how he’s the caretaker for all of them. 

Pizza Guy!Choso who realizes he might have shared too much information and scrambles to apologize and change the subject, to which you simply laughed and told him “no worries, being caring is an attractive trait in a guy”.

You and Pizza Guy!Choso simply stared at each other, as you realize that you just implied that you considered him attractive.

Pizza Guy!Choso who wiggles his way out of the conversation somehow and continues the otherwise pleasant conversation with you.

Pizza Guy!Choso who just can’t stop his heart from trying to beat out of his chest whenever he is around you. Even though he knows what this feeling must be, he’s so used to burying his feelings that he simply chose to do that same thing this time. 

Pizza Guy!Choso who hates when it rains, since it means less customers coming in and more people asking for deliveries. 

Pizza Guy!Choso who hasn’t seen you for a few weeks, though he understands not wanting to come out due to the weather.

Pizza Guy!Choso who still feels a bit upset, as you were the closest person he had other than his brothers that he considered a friend. 

Pizza Guy!Choso who wishes he got your number, as he would always forget to ask, something he’d forever chastise himself for. 

Pizza Guy!Choso who is out making deliveries on yet another cold and rainy day. The deliveries aren’t going too well, with his clothes all wet including his socks, making every step he takes miserable. Worst of all, today was a terrible day for tips, which felt like a slap to the face on an already rough day. 

Pizza Guy!Choso, all wet, takes a look at his last delivery for the day, excited to get home 

Pizza Guy!Choso, who realizes that this order is the exact same as your usual order, and he is once again reminded of you. 

Pizza Guy!Choso who feels his heart start to beat faster once again mixed with the sadness that you haven’t come around for a while. However, he refuses to cry on the job, and opts to simply get this delivery over with.

Pizza Guy!Choso, who drives to the place he was called to and rings the doorbell, excited to get the day over with.

“Thanks so much for the pizz— Choso?” 

Pizza Guy!Choso, whose eyes go wide as he not only hears your voice, but sees your figure at the door. 

Pizza Guy!Choso who observes your entire body. He had never seen you outside of the pizza place, let alone in your own home. You’re dressed in just your underwear and a t-shirt, typical at home attire 

Unsure what to say and feeling a little awkward, Pizza Guy!Choso simply goes “U-uh… delivery!” Blushing as he holds out the box of pizza to you and watches as you laugh while taking the pizza. 

Pizza Guy!Choso continues looking at you, unsure of what to do next, almost like he had forgotten any and all information that his brain once knew. You stare for a moment, before going “Aw crap, I forgot my wallet. Hey you can come in while I grab it, you should dry off anyways. 

Right. 

You needed to pay. 

Pizza Guy!Choso, who accepted the offer, as he was desperate to get away from the cold for a bit anyway and talking to you was always nice. 

You lead Pizza Guy!Choso to the bathroom and hand him a towel and you tell him you’ll be grabbing your wallet in your room. 

Pizza Guy!Choso nods and goes to dry off his hair, trying to be normal. This wasn’t weird…right? Sure, it’s not right to be in customer’s houses, even if they invite you in, but Choso considered you a friend more than anything. This was fine, it had to be.

Pizza Guy!Choso, who decided to also take off his shirt in order to strain it of water. 

Pizza Guy! Choso, who watched in shock at the sheer amount of water all dripping down into the sink as he squeezed the shirt. He really was in the rain for a while, hopefully he wouldn’t get sick.

Pizza Guy!Choso, who snaps out of his trance when he hears you frantically call out his name.

Thinking something bad happened, Pizza Guy!Choso runs out of the bathroom, not even thinking about putting his shirt back on. 

Pizza Guy!Choso, who runs toward your voice, leading to your bedroom, only to be shocked at the sight he saw. 

Pizza Guy!Choso, who stood by the door to be greeted with you… ass up in your underwear, with the rest of your body stuck under your bed 

“I found the wallet under my bed” you explain, your voice slightly muffled, “I thought I could grab it, but I was wrong…”. 

Ever the gentleman, Pizza guy!Choso tells you “it’s alright, I’m going to get you out, ok?” 

“Oh thank you! Thank you!” you yell out, your ass jiggling as you try to wiggle out, and Pizza Guy!Choso tries his best to not look.

Pizza Guy!Choso who has to fight his raging hard on as he grabs at your hips to pull you out from under your bed. It has proven to be rather difficult, with multiple light tugs not cutting it 

“I’m going to pull a little harder, alright? Let me know if it hurts” Pizza Guy!Choso says softly, trying to calm you down. As horny as he was, he still understood how unfortunate of a situation this was for you. “Okay, thank you!” you reply, your voice growing more desperate to get out.

Pizza guy!Choso who pulls harder, and with each pull feels your ass hit against his crotch, rubbing against him. It didn’t help when every time he tugged, you let out a small moan as you tried to push yourself out as well.

Pizza guy!Choso who swears he could cum in his pants with how erotic this all felt.

Pizza guy!Choso who, a few rough tugs later, finally was able to pull you out. You both fall backwards, with your ass directly on top of his boner. You don’t notice it at first, only focused on finally being able to get out “Hah! I’m free!” you yell out.

You look back to see Pizza Guy!Choso, shirtless and red in the face, you don’t understand what’s wrong until you feel it under you.

Oh  

Pizza Guy!Choso who finds himself in a heated make out session with you, feeling you grind against him as your tongues intertwine.

Pizza Guy!Choso who whimpers as he feels your hand rubbing his bulge. 

“P-please” he breaks your kiss to whisper in your ear. “Please what?” You ask while pulling away, trying to see how far you could push him until he breaks. That was when he forcibly grabbed your wrist and goes “please touch me” before kissing you again 

You oblige and quickly remove his pants as you find yourself face to face with his throbbing hard cock. Your mouth waters at the sight, while this wasn’t exactly the meal you were expecting when you ordered a pizza, this was certainly a meal that was welcomed. While you did have a massive crush on the local pizza guy, you had no intentions of acting on such urges, assuming that he must not return the feelings and simply considered you as a means to pass time through work. With this new information however, you were willing to take advantage of such a big deal that he was giving you.

You begin to try sucking him off when Pizza Guy!Choso grabs your hair, stopping you “no” he goes. Confused, you tell him “we could stop, I’m sor—”.

“No. It’s not that. I just…” he pauses for a moment, looking away, almost embarrassed. 

“I want to please you too”. 

Pizza Guy!Choso lays on the floor with you on top of him, with Choso removing your shorts and underwear revealing your wet pussy directly to his face.“Woah” he whispers, excited to get a taste. 

Pizza Guy!Choso who ravages your pussy like a wild animal, filling you with pleasure you couldn’t even imagine. His arm tongue contrasts with your cold body in response to the day’s weather.  

Pizza Guy!Choso who makes it hard for you to focus on sucking him off, too lost in your own pleasure to remember your name, let alone how to give a blowjob.

Pizza Guy!Choso who doesn’t seem to care much, and could seemingly cum from just eating you out alone.

Regardless, you continue trying to suck him off to the best of your ability, trying your best to fit the entirety of his massive cock in your mouth, swirling your tongue all along his cockhead and bring your entire mouth down his shaft.

Choso wasn’t letting up either, swirling his tongue around your clitoris while pumping two long fingers inside of you, causing you to moan on his dick which drove him crazy.

You were getting close, and based on the twitch of his dick as you sucked him, so was he.

“P-please cum in my mouth Choso” you plead as you jerk off his cock, Choso simply moans into your pussy which you take as approval and continue sucking him off through both of your highs.

As you cum you feel warm spurts of his own fluids shoot their way down your throat, and you try your best to swallow it all but some find their way out of your mouth and onto your face regardless.

You get down from on top of Choso and ask if he’s alright, finding that his face is just as messy (if not more so) that yours. 

Pizza Guy!Choso who simply pulls you in for another messy kiss, loving the taste of both of you together as you cleaned each other’s mouths. 

“You’re so beautiful” he says as he pulls away from the kiss, and you chuckle. 

“You’re not too bad yourself” you respond, laying into his chest. 

“Stay for a while?” you ask. 

“I guess I could do some overtime” he responds, cuddling you back on the hard floor.

You both sit in silence, taking in your feelings for each other.

“Shit” you say suddenly, causing Choso to look at you.

“My wallet is still under the bed…”

Pizza Guy!Choso who gives you yet another pizza on the house. This time in exchange for your number and a date, of course.

[petew21-blog]

Why can't you be like Wyatt?

Charmed fanfiction. For now, PLEASE, don't send more Charmed fanfiction.

Why can’t I be like Wyatt? Chris couldn’t be happier. He preserved his own existence in the future and secured his birth. Spending so many months in the past among his aunts and parents was kind of therapeutic for him, even if they didn’t know who he was. But he still hasn’t prevented Wyatt from becoming evil, so he’d have a lot of time to go before he could return to the future and live a happy family life.

There had to be a way how to speed up the process. He went to the Book of Shadows to revise the information he knew about the demons hoping that he would find some new info. As he was browsing through the pages, his mind was elsewhere. He thought back on his youth, how Wyatt was always better than him, stronger, the older brother. „Why can’t I be as strong as Wyatt?“ It went on repeat, as he considered how much easier Wyatt would’ve had it had their roles been reversed, until he couldn’t bear it anymore and said it out loud. „Why can’t I be like Wyatt?!?“ he felt a strange surge of warmth under his fingers touching the book. He turned over his hands, but there was nothing wrong with them. Shrugging it off, he went back downstairs.

As he left the room, the book turned to a page that said Old regrets. The page said:

"Winds of time, turn back today,

Undo regrets that cloud my way.

By moon's light and star's true gleam,

Let what was wrong now be redeemed.

Shift the past, reshape the scene,

So all I've wished for can be seen."

As days went by Chris felt himself become more confident about his daily actions. He used to worry about how others saw him and now he simply didn’t. Others noticed his newfound confidence, but just as Chris, they didn’t pay much attention to it. Chris decided to change his wardrobe. He threw away all the colourful clothing and dressed more in black. Every jeans now sported a new black belt. His watch, his necklace, his shoes. Everything was now black. He shrugged it away for trying to be more elegant.

Months went by, his hair grew longer, his muscles got bigger and his personality wasn’t as pleasant as before. He spent less and less time researching for a way to save the future or even just at the Halliwell manor and more in the clubs, drinking, partying and just letting loose, doing whatever he wanted in the moment. It even involved some personal gain magic over time, but who cared anyway?

One day, Chris looked at himself in the mirror. He’d grown taller and decided to grow his hair out more. His long hair touched his shoulders. He’d even grown a scruffy beard he loved to brush his hand over. But now, as he looked at himself in the mirror, he realised for the first time how much he has changed over the months. „Holy shit, I’m turning into Wyatt“ as he said that, his eye colour changed, his hair turned blond and his face morphed. He was becoming fully Wyatt. He stood and watched as all the details of his body now resembled the Wyatt from his own time.

Chris smiled. „Wow, fuck me…I’m exactly like Wyatt“ his mischievous smile appeared. He scanned his new face in the mirror, touching his lips, feeling the vibrations of his voice as he touched his neck while speaking. He felt so powerful. He could take over the world now if he wanted to. He shouldn’t be hidden in the shadows trying to save mortals. He should be worshipped. He should be… feared. Yes, everyone should fear and worship the ground he walked on. He was Wyatt Halliwell and he had the power to make his will reality. He would make it so. Wyatt flexed in the mirror, laughing. He grabbed his bulge and proudly looked at himself in the mirror. „I got a lot to be proud of. Well, everything about me really.“

As he embraced his new self, Wyatt blinked. What happened? He was fighting the resistance and now he was in some shitty hotel room. Where the hell was he? He looked up and saw himself in the mirror. Nothing out of the ordinary. He went to loom out of the window. He was in San Francisco, but it wasn’t his city. In his time there wasn’t a Golden Gate anymore. He made sure of that. „I’m in the past. How did I get here?“

His phone rang. It was Piper. „Hey, Chris. We haven’t seen you for a while. Are you ok?“ Wyatt paused for a while before answering. He was in the past. Chris shouldn’t exist yet. Why was she asking for him? As he was pondering these questions, a part of him wanted to say that he will come by to see them, but instead he just heard himself say: „Wrong number.“ Piper said back: „Wrong number? But this is Chris’s phone“ Wyatt had had enough of this. His little brother was worthless. „No. It’s mine and my name is Wyatt“ he finished as he turned off the call.

He orbed to the manor and saw his mother and two aunts in front off him Piper: “Wyatt? What have you done to Chris?!?“ Wyatt: „I would love to know that I hurt him somehow, but as far as I know I just got here. So, either you let me have that book for a while and send me back to the future, or I will destroy your time“ The Charmed sisters wanted to capture Wyatt, turn him into a good person again, but that was something that they needed Chris for. They didn’t know the original cause that turned Wyatt evil and Wyatt soon grew bored of them. He orbed them somewhere for the time being, Piper and Phoebe separate from Paige of course.

The use of power felt good. He was power made physical: he had the right to exercise that power and rule. But before he could get part one of his plan and takeover the magical nexus of the manor for even more power, a time portal opened and he stepped out himself. „I know I look gorgeous shapeshifter, but do tell me, why do I sense my own self when I sense you?“ the newly arrived version of him said. Wyatt turned around and saw his own face staring back at him. „I’m you, but I see we’ve got a lot of catching up to do“ Wyatt explained to his doppelganger that he didn’t know how he arrived in the past and demonstrated his vast power as evidence of his identity.

The other Wyatt grinned and did the same. „Are you thinking what I’m thinking? Well if you are, you should“ Wyatt said: „To take over the world together now instead of in twenty years?“ The other Wyatt: „Together!“ Together they absorbed the nexus, their bodies now radiating power as they felt like gods even more than before. They just had to show themselves to the most powerful evil beings, beat them into submission easily and humanity would be quick to fear and worship them as their godkings after a few unnatural disasters.

Another Charmed story request by anonymous author who helped with editting

Charmed: Chris (in the past) accidentally wishes he was as powerful as Wyatt and transforms into the evil future version of Wyatt (or possesses him) and is taken over by Wyatt's personality.

[sunflowerrosewood]

Forgotten Anniversary ~ Raihan

Author's Note: Since my other account @cheekyredwillow got deleted. I am adding some of my favorite fanfictions to this account and revamping this one with new ones. I hope to make an actual list of fandoms I am still a fan of! NO requests for the time being.

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It was your 5th anniversary with Raihan. Every anniversary, Raihan was able to be home and near. But about two months ago, Raihan has been distant from you. He hasn't came back to your place in a while. Your partner Clobbopus was worried about you because you weren't too happy and you did not understand why. 

Now while you thought the worse, Raihan was so caught up in all of his gym battles that he hadn't been home in a while. He did worry about you but that's why he gave you Clobbopus on your first anniversary. The Clobbopus would act as comfort and a guardian when he was busy at the gym.

The day of your 5th anniversary was almost over and you hadn't heard from Raihan all day. You tried calling him a couple of times but did not get a response till he came home finally. 

"Rai! Are you okay?!" You exclaimed as Raihan sighed. 

"Many gym challenges. I'll have to stay at the gym again. I'm just picking up other clothes." He said as you felt your heart breaking. 

"Do you remember today?" You asked as Raihan stopped to think. 

"No there's nothing special today. I know in two weeks is Bea's birthday but I think that's it." Raihan said before grabbing clothes. "I have to head back Y/n. I'll try to come back tomorrow. Love you."

"Bye Raihan." You said softly as he was out the door not even stopping when you did not say I love you. 

You called Bea up to see if you could fly over to her place and stay there. It hurt you Raihan was so focused on his gym and never took a break. And did not seem to care that he forgot your anniversary. You left a note for Raihan in case he came back and flew to Bea's apartment. 

It was about a week before Raihan came back to your shared apartment. He was excited to tell you that he took the week off and could stay home with you for a week. 

"Y/n! I'm home!" Raihan yelled as he heard no response. Even your Clobbopus did not come to greet him. 

Duraladon was already beginning to look for you while Raihan kept calling your name. Raihan was still calling your name. Raihan made it to your shared bedroom when he noticed most of your clothes were gone. He began to fret for your safety that maybe you were hurt until Duraladon came in with your note. It read:

Dear Raihan,

By now I have left and it probably has been a week. I left the day after you came home for the gym. While I understand Rai that you have a gym to handle and around this time is when gym leaders are being tested. I love you a lot but even when you were having to handle this, you would spend time with me. Enjoy my company. Not forget our anniversary. I love you a lot Raihan and I know it was only our 5th anniversary but I cannot handle this anymore. I want to feel wanted not left behind. I’m sorry but I had to leave.

Love,

Y/n

Raihan read the letter over and over again before he dropped to his knees. He felt his chest clench in pain. Tears were already falling down his face at a fast rate. His body could not help it but it was shaking. He hurt your heart and now he pays for it. Duraladon tried to lean down to comfort its owner but Raihan could not stop it. He felt like he could not breathe. 

It tore him up as he stayed on the floor for hours. The rest of his pokemon were trying their best to comfort but also failing. They knew how much Raihan depended on you. You were the one that he could break his walls down and not have to be a celebutante and gym leader. When you are not around, he has to put on the facade. 

He fell asleep in the bed with your faint scent while his pokemon watched over him. Raihan was strong to a degree but even he has to admit that he fell asleep with a tear stained face. It scared him how much you had an affect on him. He had to find you and apologize.

You were sleeping in bed with Clobbopus and a tear stained face. You noticed it was raining outside when you opened your eyes. You sighed and laid facing to the ceiling. You had talked to Bea the night you came over and you continued to help around her place. But yesterday you saw Raihan on TV and you broke down. You stayed in bed since then. Bea had already left so you stayed in bed. 

About two hours later, you noticed a Flygon outside the window of the guest bedroom. You were lucky Bea’s guest bedroom had a balcony so you could open it. You saw Raihan riding Flygon as your Clobbopus ran out after you opened the window. You felt your heart clench as you saw Raihan’s somber eyes.

“May I come in Y/n?” Raihan asked as you nodded your head. Raihan called Flygon back and walked in. He sat down on the bed as Clobbopus ran to his lap.

“So how did you find me?” You asked as Raihan rubbed the back of his neck.

“I asked Leon who did not know then I asked Milo and then I asked Bea and now I’m here.” Raihan rambled as you took the seat next to him.

“Then why are you here?” You sighed not noticing a tear run down his face. Duraladon got out of his pokeball and laid his head on your lap. You smiled softly and patted his head.

“I got your note a week late. I know this is horrible of me. I know I spend too much time at the gym. I’m extremely sorry for making you feel like I abandoned you and forgot our anniversary. It does not matter if it is our 5th or 50th, I should not forget it. I feel like a horrible person and it made me realize how much I need you. Instead of the facade of a social media gym leader, I can be myself with you.” Raihan rambled as you grabbed his hand halfway through his speech.

“It wasn’t just feeling abandoned. I hated that you are overworking yourself and we haven’t had a day to ourselves. I love you so much but I just can’t do the whole leaving me at home and not seeing you for weeks.” You explained as Raihan brought you into his side.

You two stayed quiet for a bit by each other’s side. Your partner and his partner pokemon were looking hopeful as you nudged your face into Raihan’s chest.

“Y/n, I am extremely sorry. I took the whole week off because I wanted it to just be us. I was just too late. I understand if you do not want to do this anymore.” Raihan sighed and you felt a tear from his eyes fall on your cheek.

“Raihan, I love you too much to just get rid of this. You make me way too happy.” You said softly as you looked up at him.

“I got you something to apologize for missing our anniversary.” Raihan said before pulling out a loveball. You clicked it open and an Appletun jumped out. He was already climbing onto the bed and to your lap.

“Rai! You did not have to do this!” You exclaimed as Raihan smiled.

“I’m glad he likes you.” Raihan said softly as you hugged Raihan softly to not disturb the Appletun in your lap. “Is it okay if I kiss you?”

You leaned forward as Raihan met in the middle to kiss your lips. His lips were pressed soft against yours which quickly shifted to a kiss full of passion. You were kissing back with need as Raihan touched your cheek. You broke the kiss and both of you were panting.

“I see the two of you have made up.” Bea said as you both jumped back in surprise. She laughed and walked back out of the room. 

“Would you come back to our apartment and I can make it up to you?” Raihan asked softly as you kissed his cheek.

“I would love to.” You said softly.

Raihan returned Duraladon before calling out Flygon. He jumped on Flygon’s back and held his hand out. You grabbed it after calling your pokemon and flew with him home. The following week you sent a card and gift to Bea’s house for her birthday but you two stayed home. You make food together, slept in, and played with all of your pokemon. It was a relaxing week you two needed to relax but also rebuild your relationship.

[tilvcei]

► 𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄

⭢ In which: you feel left out and in the blind when ethan hangs out with his new friends and is around tara a lot, he barely tells you anything which makes you think he doesn’t like you anymore and has lost interest in you.

☆ | warning(s): language, alcohol,

☆ | note: I just wanna tell you guys or warn you guys, this may be a bit of ooc!ethan I don’t know, you’ll enjoy this though, I promise :)

☆ | gender: they/them (reader)

☆ | key: (e/c) means eye color

☆ | REMINDER: nothing in this fanfiction is real, it’s just all written for fun, do not take this seriously. writing is meant to be fun anyways! also do not copy nor translate without permission.

Ethan had called your number, asking if you could pick him up. he was at some party with his friends, he probably got drunk again and is now wasted which makes you think you’ll probably have to carry him inside the car.

You had your car keys in your hand, making your way into the house and once you made it inside you were immediately faced with crowded people who were everywhere.

Making your way through the musty, drunk, and sweaty crowd you found yourself in the kitchen. Ethan wasn’t there either.

"Hey, excuse me-" the bystander was paying you no mind, her phone was in her other hand, she must’ve been facetiming someone.

She laughed, you could smell the alcohol from her breath, making your face scrunch in disgust.

"Hey, excuse me. ma’am?" you said again, trying to get her attention. she slammed her red party cup on the marble designed countertop, turning to glare at you.

She clicked her tongue, "can’t you see I’m talking on the phone with someone? or are you blind or something? people barely have any patience nowadays, it’s crazy!" she exclaimed.

You squeezed the car keys in your hands, sucking in some air through your nose, holding your composure.

"Listen, all I wanted to ask is if you seen ethan? he’s this boy with curly brown hair and a dorky weird smile and brown eyes." you explained, all she did was giggle.

Was she high? no, you didn’t have time for this dumb shit right now. you had to find ethan.

"I haven’t seen no kid with brown curly hair. lemme add the laughing emoji beside that. anyways hotshot, you want a drink? I can make a special one for you." The girl said, grabbing your hand and placing a sloppy kiss on the back of it.

Oh how you wanted to just sock her in the face from just doing that, but surprisingly you didn’t. if that was anyone else who wasn’t drunk they’d definitely knock her out. and you were one of them. but you’ll admit it was kind of nice of her but she was drunk right now— and it made you weirded out and uncomfortable.

Your face felt like it was about to go red, wasn’t she just annoyed by your presence a few minutes ago?

"Yes, yes I know I was annoyed by you a few minutes ago but when I see someone like you? I can make time for it. so, beautiful, what’s it gonna be?" She asked, her words sounded like they were slurring from how much alcohol she consumed.

You sighed and yanked your hand out of her grip, "okay look, I just need to find my friend. and my advice for you is to go home and sleep the alcohol off. alright?" you told her.

"My names Andrea by the way. I think I’ve seen you in my classes, which one is it? uh- English? yeah, that class. I’m not that drunk, but erm, the boy with the curly and weird smile? I saw him talking with his roommate Chad. he’s somewhere in this damn house." Andrea explained, you gave her a slight nod.

"Uhm, thanks Andrea." you said, her eyes had a flash of sadness in them for a moment before she smiled and it quickly went away, "I have this campaign coming up with a couple of people who are interested in science. I was hoping.." Andrea trailed off before handing you a flyer. you took it from her hands, her fingers brushing yours for a minute before she pulled away with a very visible blush which you somehow weren’t able to see.

"I was hoping you’d come. all seats are opened, we just need a few more members and I thought you’d fit the spot. it’s up to you if you feel like it." Andrea said, you stared down at the flyer with a tilted head, reading the guidelines.

"I’d love to come." you told her, but then it completely slipped your mind— you had to look for ethan.

Andrea felt a ghost of a smile appear on her lips, "okay, I’ll see you then. go find you’re friend." she continued and giggled while placing a hand over her mouth.

You nodded and left her in the kitchen, at least she had the courage to speak to you. if she wasn’t drunk then maybe she wouldn’t feel so embarrassed- but right now she felt extremely embarrassed. especially when you had to see her like that.

Making your way into the livingroom, you saw tara, anika, and Mindy. you barely talked to the three of them since ethan never introduced you.

"Hey, I know I don’t know the three of you, but have you guys seen Ethan? Ethan landry?" you asked frantically, Tara recognized who you were.

"Oh, you’re (Y/n)! it’s nice to finally meet you. he’s uhm, over there I think. he’s also slightly drunk. kissing a few girls here and there." Tara explained, you felt the world around you come to a halt.

"She joking. the dude could barely even walk up to a girl or ask her out." Mindy added, you sighed in relief and stood up.

"Thank you, guys." You said, his friends were rather cool. but you really had to get to know them first before befriending them.

Hm, the only place left to search was upstairs. you hurried and fastened your pace, getting through the crowd of sweaty and drunk people. it was weird how you managed to get upstairs but you did not want to go through the crowd again.

As you searched every room for ethan, you could hear what sounded like— moans? no, no, kissing. that’s what it sounded like.

What was this little dork up to again? if he could find a girl that likes him- that’d be the first time he ever got someone to date him.

But they said he was 'slightly' drunk. so what harm could it possibly be? you placed your hand on the doorknob and opened the door slightly.

Ethan pushed away the girl that was on top of him, "Sorry, sorry. I just don’t think I’m in the right mind to do any of that stuff right now—" the girl that he had pushed away rolled her eyes and walked out the room, brushing past you.

Don’t get it wrong, you would always come and help ethan if he needed anything. of course you would. but this? it’s a huge NO for you.

Ethan smiled, "heyyy." he said, dragging the 'y'. he tried standing up but could only find himself leaning against the wall for support.

"I was waiting for you, pretty thing." said ethan, he wasn’t that drunk. they were right, but you were extremely pissed.

Your hands balled into fist, "Are you..serious? you were supposed to come and study with me. not do this dumb shit, and you lied to me too? you told me you had econ. you said you weren’t going to a party with your friends." you stated, reminding him of what he told you over the phone.

"I was at econ. I swear." Ethan stuttered, you stood there with crossed arms, "you keep lying. this is the 10th lie you’ve told me. what is it ethan? why don’t you want me to hang out with your friends or meet them? why— why are you being so goddamn distant?" you questioned.

He didn’t answer and scratched the back of his neck nervously, "I just don’t want you to be around those type of people-" you cut him off.

"But you are? Ethan there’s more than what you’re telling me, isn’t it? you’re starting to change, man." You told him, Ethan frowned when those words came from your mouth.

"I-I’m sorry that I lied. there..there’s really not much more for me to say other than I’m sorry." Ethan replied, fiddling with his hands.

"Sorry? you think that’s going to cut it? Hell no! I come every night to see you just drunk. every single time. when you should be fucking studying with me and working with me! it wasn’t just assigned, I had to do all the work my goddamn self! it just goes to show how much you leave me out now. you’re slacking on a lot of shit. but guess what? I’m doing it alone now. all the shit I do I’m doing alone. alone." you said.

A sigh escaped from ethan’s mouth, he realized what it was now, "you’re just jealous. you’re mad that it’s not you who I’m kissing. isn’t that it?" he said.

a shocked expression came from you, did he really-?

"JEALOUS? How can I be jealous? Half of the time when I try to fit my schedule in for you, I do it because I want us to hang out! I could never be jealous of someone I’m friends with, I’m not on that type of shit! I’ve been there for you since day one. day-fucking-one. there’s always excuse coming from you! there’s no time for me, for us! It’s always them. you’ve seem to have grown very close to them as I see. but I’m the one always picking up after you. of course I’d do that for you! only you. but what I’m upset about? I’m upset that we rarely hang out anymore. It’s been four months, ethan. four months. but you’re so stuck up on your 'friends' that I have to deal with the fact that I can’t even talk to you anymore. not even that, it’s the fact you hardly care what I have to say anymore! you were supposed to be the shoulder i lean and cry on for support. but no, I can’t have that either. but I’d do it for you. even if you didn’t ask, does it look like I care? I’ll only leave out of your life when you ask me to! but you keep disappearing ethan, you only call me or text me when you need me! And I don’t want our friendship to be like whatever the hell this is! I want us to be able to confide in each other and be able to speak our minds to one another without any judgement. and we can’t even do that. what is it ethan? what happened to us? I’m so desperately trying to reach out to you and grasp onto you, to see what changed. what really happened to us..?" you said, the tears were now falling down your eyes.

Ethan wasn’t able to say anything, he stood there speechless and shocked. this is what you expected anyways. he didn’t know you felt like that.

"If you want me out of you’re life just say that. but don’t keep me in the dark, I’m so sick of what you think is right for me. I’m so tired of everyone telling me that! so I’m asking you, to end this friendship either now or I end it for the both of us myself." You told him.

Ethan felt tears running down his eyes, you were his ray of sunshine. his everything. but he didn’t want it to end here like this. you were the only thing keeping him sane and protected.

"Say it already, so we can end this. I’m tired of being left in the dark, I’ve already been through enough. don’t make it harder for me." You said, he could see the dark bags under your eyes and as well as the tired look in your (e/c) eyes.

"I am so sorry, I didn’t want you to feel like that. I’ve never wanted you to feel like that, that wasn’t even my intention- I swear. I’ve just…been busy with some things." Ethan told you, and that was the truth.

"If not then why do I feel like it now? you don’t care about me. I see it now, there’s probably someone else you like. you go kissing these girls just for fun but they don’t like you. I know the truth stings but that’s the truth. they’re only using you to get things off their minds. it’s like having a one night stand." You explained.

Ethan walked closer to you, now the two of you barely inches away from each other, noses almost touching.

"I know that. but lately I’ve only been having one thing on my mind." Ethan told you, cupping your cheek.

"I’m not gonna be some fling, and I’m not like every other girl and guy. if what I’m feeling is real, then it’s real." You told him.

Ethan smirked, "so do something about it." he said.

"Wha-What?" you replied, stuttering a bit from the reply he gave.

He pulled you closer, "I said do something about it, love." he repeated.

"I expected you to kiss me and everything but not this." Ethan said, leaning against the window.

You stopped at a stop light, the music you were listening to earlier was now on low volume, you were bopping your head to the music while tapping at the steering wheel.

The song (< press it) you were playing was pretty nice actually and you’ve grown to love it ever since.

"You done drunk all you can drank~." You sung while tapping the steering while in rhythm to the beats, Ethan chuckled.

"I think that lyric is specifically aimed at me, isn’t it?" Ethan asked, you nodded in answer while paying attention to the road.

He groaned, "fuck, my head hurts. I think those Jello shots weren’t meant for me." he said.

"You think?" you added while still tapping at the steering wheel with the rhythm of the song, he placed his hand on your thigh.

"Thank you for knocking some sense into me back there, I really needed it." Ethan said, you shrugged.

"Like I said, I’d do anything for you. but now you have to be around me 24/7. catch up on the times we missed." You explained, Ethan nodded and yawned.

"m'gonna take a quick nap, tell me when we get there." Ethan said and turned away, he grabbed your jacket from the backseat and used it as a blanket.

You found yourself giggling at his actions, the red light eventually turned into a green light, you were almost near campus which was about 50 minutes away.

You really loved Ethan. you just hoped he would learn from this. cause like he said before: you were his ray of sunshine.

And he’d remember to cherish it this time.

Eh, I could’ve done better but let me know if you’d like a part to or just to keep this as a single and only part of Ray of sunshine :)

[titsthedamnseason]

i am so disturbed. i just picked up my 12 year old sister from school and she asked me if ive ever read icebreaker because girls at school were talking about it. i don’t talk that much crap about booktok but if what it’s doing is giving smut recommendations to literal children we need to pack it up. and i know we aren’t supposed to want parents to police what their children read for various reasons but this is one of those instances where i think parents should be paying closer attention. i am probably hypocritical saying this because of what i read in middle school but for some reason there is a distinct difference to me between me hiding the fanfiction i was reading from my parents and these kids shamelessly being able to buy NA books at the store. it’s not even just the sexual content but it’s weird to me that these kids want to read books about people in college dealing with issues and having conversations they shouldn’t be able to fathom. it’s saddens me so deeply that kids aren’t kids anymore and are so eager to grow up through wearing makeup, wearing revealing clothes, and now apparently reading adult books. it’s a separate conversation but this has to be connected to the decline of YA as a genre as well. i’m spiraling now but this was just completely shocking and horrifying to me for so many reasons

[tianasficrecs168]

Kimetsu no Yaiba fic recs

Some of these are juvenile and silly (case in point: "Right here, on my phone", Zenitsu uses flirt: it's super effective!) but I like them.

Also, any reader stuff you see that's on my list is quality - as in, the character that's supposed to be the reader (us) has just enough of a personality that I really just consider this an OC fic with weird pronoun use.

On a completey unrelated note, I'm going to strangle Surveycorpjean specifically. Their fics are so fuckin good omg, I lose my shit every time.

Anyway, you know the drill.

A black dot • means it’s a one-shot

A heart ♡ means it’s focused on Sexy times (it’s pure filth PWP, or like, a plot focused on getting to the porn part lol)

Brackets (…) means it's still being updated/not done/WIP – and I'm paying close attention to it

Esselle: “Fuwafuwa” (Tanjirou/Inosuke) • Inosuke likes it when people tell him he's great at things, because it's true, and they should all acknowledge how powerful he is. But whenever Tanjiro does it, it makes him feel… weird. -- ふわふわ (fuwafuwa) can mean several different things: 1. Fluffy; soft. 2. Light and airy. 3. The way Tanjiro makes Inosuke feel.

Perliegrimm: “Tempura” (Tanjirou/Inosuke) • Inosuke’s habit of ranting to Nezuko is one borne out of the available knowledge that she can’t gossip to anyone- thus making her the perfect confidant in aiding (and concealing) his secret feelings for a certain swordsman. At least… That’s what he thinks. (Not that Inosuke necessarily thinks.)

Horae: “The Boy in the Box” (Tanjirou/Zenitsu) Nezuko didn’t think much of the boy sobbing in the road, until he protected Tanjiro. Tanjiro knew Zenitsu was different when he first met him, and couldn’t help but chase the scent peaches and kindness, literally. It’s only fair that he take care of Zenitsu, after he got hurt protecting him, right? Role Reversal AU: Where Nezuko is a demon slayer and Demon!Tanjiro immediately takes an interest in Zenitsu. Takes place from Nezuko and Zenitsu’s meeting to the gang's recovery in the butterfly estate.

Kinyve: “Right here, on my phone” (Tanjirou/Zenitsu) Zenitsu has a magical device that keeps track of his relationships in real life with cute hearts, kind of like an otome game! Wait, why does Tanjirou have bombs? what do the bombs mean does Tanjirou hate him oh fuck Tanjirou hates him wh-

Kinyve: “Lean on” (Tanjirou/Zenitsu) • Zenitsu's about to get a stiff neck if this guy doesn't get a move on.

 Kinyve: “The Transmigration of Kaigaku Inadama” (...) (SI!OC/Rengoku) Kaigaku thought that was it. After jumping off the bridge, he’d be dead. Or at least, he should be. Instead, he woke up staring up at a dazzling blue sky, the sickeningly sweet scent of peaches wafting through his nostrils, and his head on a particularly sturdy rock.

Bonsaiy: “Worship the flame” (Sanemi/Giyuu) •♡ Sanemi encounters a demon with a pesky lust-related Demon Blood Art in the south of Honshu, and heroically exterminates it before it can make prey of anymore innocent humans. This fic is not about that. This fic is about the aftermath, and about Giyuu finally becoming closer to Shinazugawa. Just... not in the way he probably first thought about.

Bonsaiy: “The troposphere in his eyes” (Sanemi/Giyuu) • Shinazugawa Sanemi, Tomioka Giyuu, and approximately 25 cliché fanfiction tropes.

Grenades: - “So full of love (I could barely eat)” (Sanemi/Giyuu) • “...Do you think I’m a bad cook?”  A gust of air pushes its way through Sanemi’s open mouth. “What?”  Tomioka flushes- no, he blushes, ears and cheeks dark- and looks away. “The ohagi. Was it bad?”  Sanemi was expecting Tomioka to kill him, or mock him- but this is so, so much worse.

Bloodsbane: - “Warm Body, Soft Breath” (Tanjirou/Inosuke) “What are you two doing?” “It’s just cuddling, Inosuke.” The strange eyes of the boar mask tilted back in the Kamado siblings’ direction. “What’s cuddling?”

Novashyperion: “There’s Room Here For Two” (Inosuke/Zenitsu) • Inosuke has no sense of personal space, and Zenitsu learns that the hard way. It becomes a lot easier as time goes on. - 3 Times Inosuke used Zenitsu as a bed/pillow, and 1 Time Zenitsu did the same.

Glueskin: “They say there’s good grief” (Sanemi/Giyuu) but how can you tell it from the bad? or, giyuu begins the painstaking process of trying to remember how to be a functional human being.

Favspacetwink: “Peace in your violence” (Sanemi/Giyuu)♡ • “Mmnh - mmnh - mmnh-” “Better keep it down, Tomioka,” Sanemi breathes in his ear. Giyuu groans into the hand covering his mouth. “What did I just fucking say?”

JuniRiceBall: “Rip and tear” (Sanemi/Giyuu)♡ • For a mission, Tomioka Giyuu has to borrow one of Shinazugawa Sanemi's yukatas. Too bad it causes one of them to overheat.

Neoqueenserenity: “Jealous of the Moon” (Sanemi/Giyuu) • "Shinazugawa, I'm not taking your last name unless I'm getting something out of it." Before he realized what he'd said out loud, he noticed the wind pillar's face contort in rage. “WAIT NO THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT—” He ducked on instinct, barely missing the fist aimed for his skull. Or: Giyuu and Sanemi are sent on a mission together to take down a demon who targets brothers, and they pretend to be siblings. It does not go well.

Orenji: “Home is with you” (Sanemi/Giyuu) • Sanemi’s face crumples. “Fuck,” he says, huffing out a short laugh, throwing his head back. “You’re gonna make me cry. I hate you.” “You don’t,” Giyuu says, confidently, fondly. “You love me. Just as much as I love you.” (Giyuu has never believed in fate, but meeting Sanemi again hundreds of years later seems like the Universe is giving them one more shot to get it right.)

Pinkichor: “Comfort of a Storm” (Tanjirou/Zenitsu) • Zenitsu’s entire body seemed to drop like he was exhausted without the will to take another step. “Tanjiro...doesn’t your blanket smell good enough? It’s certainly less weird.” Tanjiro wrapped his arms around Zenitsu, shaking his head, pulling cloth with the movement. “This is better.” Zenitsu tried his very best to walk forward with Tanjiro affectionately attached to his back, but Tanjiro picked up his feet when Zenitsu did, and the only thing he succeeded in was bringing Tanjiro to his chosen futon.

Frogsterz: “To be special” (Tanjirou/Inosuke) • “Shut up!” Inosuke wants to scream, but then he realises Tanjirou absolutely must not wake up and settles for a death hiss, hands curling against his sides. Stupid thinking stupid foresight stupid— “I don’t think about those kinds of things! They’re a waste of time! And pack means family!" “Well a pack doesn’t have to be blood-related, I don’t think,” Zenitsu flops onto the grass and stares at the sky. “I think having someone to love would be a very nice thing to have, you know. The whole—not being alone thing, not being given up on thing.” (Or, Inosuke is special to Tanjirou. Tanjirou is special to Inosuke. They've really got to work on their communication.)

 Frogsterz: “Christ, just hold still” (Sanemi/Reader) There are many things that after a year of being in the Demon Slayer medical corps you’ve gotten used to. The stench of ash and blood in the air. The sight of half-eaten, half-chewed bodies strewn across the floor. Applying tourniquets, lopping off limbs when they’ve been beyond saving, patching up the lightly and the grievously injured. You can handle just about anything now. But this? This asshole who keeps running away from you and your attempts to stop him from fucking bleeding out in a forest? He really pisses you off.

Kenmagoesblep: “Human manners 101” (Tanjirou/Zenitsu/Inosuke) • Being an uneducated feral boy, Inosuke gets thrown off, confused and overwhelmed over the smallest, stupidest things. It’s really embarrassing. So, while they’re not obliged to do any of this, Tanjiro and Zenitsu have this nonverbal agreement that they’d do their best to teach Inosuke some basic human knowledge. Building pillow forts, however, doesn't qualify as such, yet here they are.

StrawBunni: - “Zenitsu uses flirt: it's super effective!” (Tanjirou/Zenitsu/Inosuke) Sensing that the conversation is done, Zenitsu pushes away from the door and continues heading towards the roof, thinking through what he just heard. Flirting to get what you want, huh? Would that actually work for someone like him too? or High School AU where Zenitsu decides to try and use flirting to get Inosuke and Tanjiro to follow the dress code and ends up with two boyfriends instead, which for some reason he didn’t see coming.

Redyarns: - “Acoustics” (Zenitsu/Tanjirou) • “Well,” Zenitsu sighed, finishing the wrap and tucking it with a good pull. He needed to thank his Gramps for teaching him how to treat minor wounds. “Be more careful, okay? You’re the best one out of all of us, we can’t lose you to a minor demon.” “I love you,” Tanjirou said, and it came out breathy, like he hadn’t meant to say it. Zenitsu snorted and gave him a pat on the shoulder. “Love you too,” he said sarcastically. “Huh?” Tanjirou said. “I love you too?” Zenitsu repeated slowly, now getting confused when Tanjirou’s sound became sour with disappointment. “Uh, right? We’re friends? We are friends, right?” He said, suddenly nervous. “Yes, of course we are,” Tanjirou said immediately, and though there was still that sharp twang of sourness in his sound, at least he was smiling. Weird. *** Five times Tanjirou confessed and one time Zenitsu got it.

Kagshina: “Ignite” (Tanjirou/Zenitsu/Inosuke) • Inosuke’s chest clenches without explanation. Whatever this feeling is, he doesn’t like it. Tanjiro’s not supposed to cry. Tanjiro’s supposed to be strong, like him. He punches Zenitsu’s shoulder. “Why the hell is Tanjiro crying?! That’s supposed to be your thing!” (In which Inosuke witnesses affection and there’s lots of crying.)

xtwilightzx (blackidyll): “Daybreak” (Tanjirou/Giyuu) • Giyuu is asleep on his side, head turned towards Tanjirou, close enough that Tanjirou would barely need to stretch to touch him. Tanjirou just looks— —and the wonder sets in slowly, like dawn gradually seeping colour into the darkness of the night.

Surveycorpjean: “Killer Downpour” (Inosuke/Tanjirou/Zenitsu) Once again, the world feels so small, and Tanjirou’s heart feels so big.

[theblueeyedfirebender]

20 questions for writers

Tagging myself into this because I’m a giant loser and I think it’ll be fun!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Twelve!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

34,421

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Of my twelve fics, there are eleven for Fullmetal Alchemist and one for Avatar: The Last Airbender. And I am strongly considering dipping my toes into the world of Spy x Family as well (just as soon as I finish Code White).

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. Uncle Zuko (Avatar: The Last Airbender, Zutara)

2. The Counteroffer (Fullmetal Alchemist, Royai)

3. The Art of Living On (Fullmetal Alchemist, Royai)

4. The Flame Alchemist's Daughter (Fullmetal Alchemist, Royai)

5. Checkmate (Fullmetal Alchemist, Royai)

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes! When people take the time to share their thoughts on my work, it means the world to me.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hmm, it's a tie between As You Were and The Flame Alchemist's Daughter.

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

Probably Death and Taxes, in spite of its bleak title!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Thankfully, no.

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

Nah. I can’t even write a smooch scene without blushing and looking over my shoulder.

10. Do you write crossovers?

I haven't, but I'm not opposed to the idea if the right concept were to come to me. Closest thing I have to a crossover now is my latest fic, Mrs. Mustang, which is inspired by a scene from Pride and Prejudice.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of. There's a special place in fandom hell for people who do that shit.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but that would be cool!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Also no, also would be cool!

14. What is your all-time favorite ship?

Ah man, I have to say Zutara (Zuko x Katara, Avatar: The Last Airbender). I've shipped them since I was a kid watching Sozin's Comet in my parent's basement in 2008. They're the ship that got me into writing fanfiction. Even though they aren't canon (*sob*) and I don't write them much anymore, they'll always be my OTP.

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

Ahhhh don't kill me but The Bookshelf has been giving me trouble. I have a lot of Part 2 written but it just doesn't feel right, yaknow?

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'm clear and concise. I think I'm pretty good at tension, particularly romantic tension, and angst. I pay very close attention to characterization, and pride myself in accurate portrayals of the characters in my fanfics.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm slow. My word counts tend to be low - side effect of being concise. I gloss over descriptions that I should probably spend more time on. I'm good at writing romantic tension, but when that tension culminates, I feel like it just gets awkward and then I cut things short when I really should draw them out. Humor and true fluff pieces do not come naturally to me, though I'm trying to stretch myself by writing more of those.

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

I have never done this, so no thoughts except for it sounds difficult!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Avatar: The Last Airbender

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

This is hard, but has to be The Counteroffer, my first and most-loved Fullmetal Alchemist piece. In a creative sense, writing this story opened the gateway (lol) to so much more for me, and I'm eternally thankful that my little debut to this fandom (and return to writing overall) was so well received.

Death and Taxes and Hourglass are also close to my heart.

Tagging in @starwritingbri, @they-lived, @musing-and-music, @fullmetalscullyy, @writing-royza, and YOU if you want to join in!

[stranger-fanfiction-n-things]

CHAPTER 2: THE WEIRDO ON MAPLE STREET

This is an Original Character fanfiction. All Stranger Things characters and content are owned by Netflix and The Duffer Brothers.

a/n: I accidentally deleted the original post. :( But we move! Here we have (again) another Eddie and Diana moment. Slow Burns FTW. What do you guys think about the Uptown/Downtown scene? Foreshadowing anyone?

Word Count: 3633

Masterlist

PART I || PART II || PART III || PART IV || PART V

CORNWALLIS AND KERLEY 

When I told Barb I was going to walk home, I really didn’t think about how far the walk would be, especially in the cold. I tuck my chin beneath my coat bracing myself against the wind. I have been walking through the neighbourhood for what feels like an hour but is probably only 20 minutes, based on the fact I passed Barb’s car not too long ago. The neighbourhood is quiet, apart from the wind rustling through the trees in the surrounding forests. I speed walk pass the large, extravagant houses with my hands bunched into tights fists inside my pockets. 

Tonight was a nightmare. I still can’t believe the way Nancy was acting in front of Steve and his friends. In front of me and Barb…to blatantly dismiss us like we were servants done with our nightly duties is so…I don’t have the words. To top it off, Barb still stayed behind to make sure Nancy doesn’t do anything stupid, meanwhile I’m walking all the way home in the middle of the night, at god knows what time. Will is still missing and whatever is out that may have taken him— A sudden gust sends a flurry of leaves spiraling upwards off the ground. I flinch, tripping over my foot. 

This is so stupid, Diana.

I push my legs to walk faster, nearing Benny’s Burgers. There are no police officers lingering around the premises anymore, but the diner is still closed. I slow down, lingering in front of the building wishing I could use the phone to call my parents to pick me up. It would take hours for me to walk back uptown. I take a deep breath and count down from five to calm myself down. I was stranded. Frustrated tears brim my eyes. I should’ve been home or actually at the assembly on the field for Will. I wipe my tears with my cold hands and continue to walk. 

Maybe this was karma for lying. 

Ten minutes later I am approaching the intersection of Cornwallis and Kerley. My ears perk up as I hear a low rumbling sound in front of me. A jolt ripples through me. I see a large van driving and I squint, covering my eyes at the headlights. The van stops at the stop sign before driving down the street behind me. I release a breath I didn’t realize I was holding and continue to walk. After a few minutes I hear the same low rumbling behind me. I turn my head and realize it’s the same van that passed me not too long ago. 

A tight knot forms in my stomach, but I push it down and walk faster. The van lights grow bigger and bigger on the pavement as it draws closer. I want to run but I would be foolish to think I can out run a moving vehicle. And where would I go to hide? There are no houses between here and the train tracks. I bite my lower lip hard to stop my chin from trembling. I hear the van drive up until its beside me. I pretend not to notice and continue walking straight. Maybe if I pay this person no mind, they’ll leave me alone. The lights turn off and I hear the window roll down. 

“Diana?” A voice says from inside the van. 

I let out a high-pitched scream and quickly cover my mouth. So much was happening in town, I didn’t want to add to it. My heart is beating so fast in my chest and so loud in my ears, I feel like I might pass out. 

“Oh, shit. Sorry,” the person giggles. Giggles! “It’s me, Eddie.” Eddie? 

I press a trembling hand to my chest as if that would do anything to slow my racing heart. Bracing myself, I take a cautious step towards the van. I peer through the open window. Sure enough, it’s Eddie, from Hawkins High. The boy I bumped into in the hallway yesterday. 

“Oh, h-hi, Eddie.” I sniff, wiping the tears from my cheeks.

“What are you doing out here?” he asks, brows furrowing in concern. 

“I was on my way home.” 

“Home? You live around here?” 

“N-No,” I stutter. “I live on Dearborn and Maple.” 

“Are you walking to your car?” 

“I-I don’t have a car.” 

“So, you were—” Eddie stops. He licks his lower lip and rubs his chin. “You were going to walk all the way to Dearborn and Maple from here?” 

I shrug my shoulders, crossing my arms above my chest. “It’s not that bad.” It’s actually much worse. 

“Not that bad?” He looks at me like I’ve grown another head. I notice by his tone he seems…upset. “Do you know what time it is?” 

I pout shaking my head, feeling like I’m being scolded. I never checked the time when I left Steve’s house. It must’ve been after 10pm now. Eddie looks at me, dark brown eyes roaming up and down and side to side. If my cheeks weren’t cold from the wind, it would be on fire. I shift from side to side, biting my lower lip.

“You know what, never mind.” He says, shaking his head. “Just get in.” 

“No, really. It’s okay, I can walk.” 

“I’m not going to let you walk all the way home by yourself in the middle of the night. Especially with that kid missing.” He says reaching over to open the door. “Get in. I’m taking you home.” 

I slide inside the car closing the door behind me. I quickly roll up the window savouring the heat. The van is wide and spacious from the inside and I feel extremely small. I secure my seatbelt on, pulling my hood off my head. I shiver, defrosting under the newfound heat. 

“Are you okay?” Eddie asks. I nod my head, sniffing softly. “I’m sorry about the mess.” He says, putting the car in drive.

I look around the van. It looks pretty clean to me. The trunk had an array of pillows and carpeted flooring. It felt homey and personalized. 

“It doesn’t look a mess to me.” I say, quietly. “Thank you, for doing this.” 

Eddie nods his head and I lean back in the chair playing with my fingers. The van is quiet apart from the heater blowing. I’ve seen this van around in school—well I heard it before I saw it because of how loud it was. Never did I think I’d be inside the car with a boy I met 24 hours ago. 

“Where are you coming from?” 

“A house party.” 

Eddie wrinkles his nose. “On a Tuesday?” Exactly what I said. He takes his eyes off the road for a moment to look at me. “I never took you to be the partying type.” 

I’m not sure if I should take offence to that remark or not, but nonetheless, I shake my head. 

“I’m not.” 

“Why did you go then?” 

The question weighs heavy in my chest. From the embarrassment to the shock of what happened tonight. I don’t know how to answer Eddie. 

“I went for…” I think of the right words to use. “Moral support.” 

Eddie nods his head, leaning back in his seat. One hand remained on the wheel while the other stayed perched on the centre console. I envy how relaxed he looks while driving. I had to have two hands on the steering wheel at all times and I sat so close to the dashboard, Dad asks me if I’m trying to drive or go through the windshield. 

“Where was this party? I didn’t see any cars parked on the road when I was driving down the street.” 

I rub my lips together, sinking deeper into the chair. 

“Steve Harrington’s.” I mutter. 

“Hm.” 

I don’t know what’s worse. Telling Eddie I went to Steve Harrington’s house or Eddie’s response. 

“I-I honestly wouldn’t call it a party. It was more of a hang out.” 

“Did you have fun as at least?” 

I shake my head. Eddie snorts. 

“Figures.” He says. “Why not?” 

Everything that happened tonight flashes in a blink of an eye. I take a deep breath and speak. 

“Tommy H and Carol were there. I don’t feel comfortable around that group, but my best friend, Nancy does. At least I think she does—” I frown shaking my head. “I don’t know…it was all so bizarre. I want to be there for her. We both did, Barb and I, but I couldn’t stay there any longer.”  

“They’re still at the party.” I nod my head. The weight in my chest feels heavier. “Why would they stay knowing you felt uncomfortable being there?” 

The car is quiet again as we pass over the train tracks. I turn to Eddie; he’s looking straight at the road. Again, I don’t know how to respond to him. It’s a question I honestly don’t have an answer for. I swallow down the lump forming in my throat. 

“I don’t know,” I respond. My voice sounds hoarse. “It’s complicated.” 

Eddie shakes his head. “Doesn’t sound complicated to me. You didn’t want to go to the ‘party’ but did anyway to support Nancy. I’m sure she seen how uncomfortable you looked, but still decided to stay and left you to walk across town in the middle of the night by yourself.” He sounds upset again and I’m not sure why. 

“Well, I wanted to leave and Barb wanted to leave too. I know she did.” 

“If Barbara wanted to leave, she would’ve. With you.” He was right. Barb would’ve, but I don’t need to confirm that. 

“But then Nancy would be by herself.” I answer, with the same approach as Barb. 

Eddie glances at me. “Trust me. Nancy would not be by herself.” 

I frown at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“She’s with Steve Harrington.” He said, matter-of-factly. Though I know what he’s alluding to and I go over what he asked and how I replied. Did I suggest Nancy is having sex with Steve? 

“Nancy isn’t like that.” I defend.

“You don’t sound too sure.” Eddie responds. 

I open my mouth to speak, but the words don’t come. I close my mouth and look at the road. I feel like I’ve betrayed Nancy’s trust, even though I know I didn’t say anything. This is the first time I’ve spoken to Eddie and he’s managed to read my mind in the matter of minutes. Was it written all over my face? Or was I just that easy to read? I pout, removing my hair from inside my jacket. My waves fall down my front and the faint smell of coconut and vanilla lingers in my nose. I decide to change the topic of conversation. 

“Where are you coming from?” 

“The Hideout.” I arch my brow and Eddie smiles. “It’s a bar on Mulberry and Cherry Oak.” 

“Aren’t you too young to work at a bar?” 

“If you wanna get all technical, yes. But, it’s the only place in this town that’ll let me and my band play.” 

“You have a band?” I say, smiling. “That’s cool. Really cool actually.” He looks like he’d have a band. “What’s the name of your band?” 

“Corroded Coffin.” 

“Does it mean anything?” 

Eddie approaches a stop sign and looks at me. “It’s just metal, sweetheart.” He says softly. 

My heart beat picks up speed. Sweetheart. My mom calls me sweetheart all the time, but hearing Eddie say it, makes me feel airy and light, yet heavy and fast. I don’t know. Eddie’s eyes roam my face again and I wonder if there’s something on it. The back of my neck feels hot and I break eye contact, playing with the ends of my hair. 

“What instrument do you play?” I ask, breathless. Eddie continues straight. 

“Lead guitar. I also sing a little.” 

“Oh wow! Do you write your own songs?” 

“Not really. Just sing covers. Judas Priest, Ozzy Osbourne, Metallica, KISS. All the greats.” 

“I’ve never heard of them.” 

“What kind of music are you into? Actually, let me guess. Madonna. Cyndi Lauper. Billy Joel—” 

“You name these people like they make bad music.” I interject. 

Eddie wrinkles his nose, shrugging his shoulders. My jaw drops. 

“They all make good music!” I defend, sitting up. “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun? Holiday? Uptown Girl!” 

“Meh.” I gawk. 

“I bet your sister likes Uptown Girl.” 

“Sister?” Eddie queried. I suddenly feel cold. Eddie glances at me again and smirks. “Do you know something I don’t know? Find out I have a secret relative lurking around Hawkins.” 

“Oh, I-I thought the girl you’re always with was a relative. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed.” 

“Ronnie?” Eddie makes a left turn on Cherry Oak. I nod my head. 

“You both look alike.” 

“Yeah, we get that a lot,” his eyes light up. “But no, she’s not my cousin. She’s my best friend, like a sister to me.” 

“She’s very tall.” 

Eddie laughs and my stomach feels like it’s full of butterflies fluttering all at once. “That she is.” 

“What’s wrong with Uptown Girl?” I continue. “A sweet downtown man trying to court an uptown girl. I think it’s romantic.” 

“It’s cliché. In real life, an uptown girl would never pick a downtown man.” 

“You don’t know that.” 

Eddie gives me a look. “If an uptown man was trying to court her as well, she’d pick him instead of the downtown man.” 

“You don’t know that either.” I counter. 

“Would you date a downtown man?” 

“If he was sweet and kind. Why not?” 

“Even if he couldn’t afford to buy you pearls?” He arches his brow playfully. I grin.

“So, you’ve listened to the song.” 

Eddie smiles back, his dimples appear on his cheeks. “I never said I didn’t.” 

I ignore the butterflies. “Admit it. You like the song.” 

Eddie shakes his head, but his smile remains. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, sweetheart.” Sweetheart. 

“I wouldn’t discriminate a person because of how much money they don’t have. It’s not about the money. It’s about love.” 

“It’s always about the money.” I shake my head. “You’d live in a box with a downtown man, all for love?” 

I scrunch my nose, shaking my head. “No…”  

“Exactly. It’s all a cliché.” 

“If I had a house, he’d just move in with me and the house will become ours.” 

The expression on Eddie’s face makes me wonder if he’s trying not to laugh at me or not. It reminds me of Erica yesterday at breakfast forcing herself to refrain from laughing out loud when Lucas teased me about my driving. 

“What about everyone else?” 

“What about them?” 

“Assuming you’re the uptown girl, what if your uptown friends disapprove of the downtown man?” 

“If the downtown man treats me well and loves me as much as I love him, their opinions won’t matter.” 

“Hm.” 

I don’t know if hm is a good or bad.

“So, what about you?” I ask. Eddie looks at me with a slight frown. “Would you date an uptown girl?” 

The frown smoothens between his brows and Eddie’s eyes roam my face again. I don’t know if I’m overheating or not, but my cheeks feel hot and I want to ask him to turn down the heat. His dark brown eyes linger on my lips for a split second before flickering to my eyes. I rub my lips together to feel if something were on them. I feel nothing. 

“If she’ll have me.” he murmurs. 

“Maybe she can buy you pearls.” Eddie laughs and I laugh too. 

“I wouldn’t mind. Enough about me though. Tell me about yourself. What do you like to do?” 

“Um…Dance. Ballet to be specific, though sometimes I want to try jazz.” 

“Explain jazz to me. I only know it to be a music genre.” 

“Jazz is like…a mixture of ballet and modern dance. That’s the best way I can explain it.” 

“Are you going to do it? Jazz dance, I mean.” I shrug my shoulders. 

Transitioning from ballet to jazz was going to be an adjustment and a big step outside of my comfort zone. Sometimes before rehearsals, I’d watch the other classes of the girls and boys dance to funk and pop music. I am always in awe of the way they moved their bodies. It looked so…free and unrestricted. Less technical than ballet. I dance to Prince and Rick James in my room all the time and these classes immolated what I felt when I do. But telling my parents I want to switch over to jazz would be another hurdle to jump over. I will need to ease them and myself into that. 

“If you’re interested in it, I think you should.” 

“Maybe one day.” 

“What’s stopping you?” 

 “The Nutcracker season.” 

 “The Nutcracker?” 

Unlike Tommy H, Carol and Steve. Eddie didn’t make fun. He seems genuinely interested in what I had to say. And for the first time, I don’t feel…embarrassed to talk about myself. 

“Every year at my dance studio, we perform The Nutcracker. It’s a two-act play by Tchaikovsky and this year I got one of the leads in the second act.”  

“Congratulations.” He says with a smile. 

“Thank you.” I blush. “All my time and energy is put into the performance but with Will’s disappearance, classes are cancelled.” 

Just like that. All the light and life in the van disappears like blowing out a candle. I breathe deeply, sitting back into the seat. The car is quiet for a few minutes. I’m lost in my thoughts of Will, Lucas and the boys; Miss Byers and Jonathan. I need to talk to Jonathan tomorrow and check in with him. 

“Do you know Will?” Eddie speculates. 

“He’s my little brother’s best friend.” 

“I’m sorry.” I blink and glance at him. It’s the first time anyone said that to me and I realize, I never thought about how I’ve been affected by Will’s disappearance. 

“I just hope we find him.” 

“Me too.” Eddie murmurs and deep down inside me, I know he means it. 

I peer out the window just as we pass Dustin’s house. I pray I don’t see three boys on bikes riding down the street and tell Eddie to make a right on Elm Street and then another right on Gloucester. As we approach my neighbourhood, I begin to take my keys out of my pocket. 

“My house is just around the corner near the end of the cul-de-sac. Blue with white shutters.” 

Eddie eases inside my driveway. Thankfully the house lights are off which meant everyone was asleep. It would be easier to sneak in. I can’t believe I’m plotting how to get inside my own house.

“You don’t have to drive me to my door. I can walk from here.” I say, taking off my seatbelt. I don’t want to draw too much attention to the house in case my parents are awake for some reason. 

“I already drove across town to get you home, the least I can do it drive you to your front door.” 

“No, it’s okay. I’ll be fine.” I assure him with a smile. 

Eddie reluctantly puts his car in park and shuts off the car. I am surprised when he takes off his seat belt to twist his body to face me. It creates a little distance between us. 

“Why?” he asks, somewhat defensively. I don’t want him to feel like I’m using him so I tell him the truth. 

“I’m not supposed to be home,” I answer, sheepishly. “I’m supposed to be at Nancy’s house up the street but—” 

“You were at Harrington’s.” Eddie finishes. I nod my head. 

Eddie relaxes his stance, resting his arm on the steering wheel. He gestures to my front door. 

“I’ll wait here and watch you walk to your door.” 

“Thank you for driving me home.”

“Please don’t walk around at night by yourself again.” 

I tuck a loose curl behind my ear. “I won’t, I promise.” 

“I won’t leave until you’re inside. 

I open the door, stiffening at the cool wind blowing past. Closing the door, I begin to walk towards my front door. I am just passing the front of his car when I hear my name. 

“Yes?” I say, approaching Eddie. 

“Listen to “I Was Made For Lovin’ You” by KISS. It’s a hard rock song with disco influences. I think you’ll enjoy it.” 

I blink, not expecting him to say that. “Okay!” I answer with a smile. When he smiles back and his dimples show, I can’t help but grin and lean forward. 

“Listen to “Candy Girl” by New Edition. It’s my favourite song right now.” 

“Candy Girl,” he muses. I notice a slight flush in his cheeks and lean back. “Okay.” 

I bite my lip, tucking my hair behind my ear. I know I have to go inside, but part of me wants to stay with Eddie and talk all night in his van. I enjoyed our short conversations and how at ease I felt talking to him. 

“Thank you again, Eddie.” 

Eddie looks in my eyes this time and I force myself to keep eye contact. “You’re Welcome, Diana.” 

“See you tomorrow.” 

“See you tomorrow.” 

I feel his stare at the back of my head, as I walk to my front door. I quietly enter my house but don’t close the door all the way, peeking through the crack. As promised, Eddie pulls out of my driveway and even kept his headlights off until he was out. I close the door completely and lock my door, but instead of walking through the foyer, I linger, touching my lips. I can’t hide the smile on my face even if I wanted to. 

CHAPTER 3: HOLLY, JOLLY

[justapalspal]

10 Questions for Fic Writers

thanks for the tag @quoththemaiden !! tagging @ninjam117 & @millenniumringg too because why not <3 + feel free to snag it @ everyone else if you wanna!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? Six! But one of them is a collection of artwork that I don’t particularly count as an ao3 work in my head anymore lmao. So five written works!!

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 12,979 words <3

3. What fandoms do you write for? ygo dm bay beee (is bakurae enjoyer a sub-fandom? do we count as our own little sub-fandom lmao)

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Yes!! I love a good comment discussion and love getting to give director’s commentary on my fics about things ppl commented about!! I try to get to every comment eventually <3

5. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of lmfao (aside from ao3 getting mirrored with “pay the app dev” stuff every so often)

6. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Me and my siblings when we were younger co-wrote ridiculous amounts of self-insert fanfiction together. What a lovely time that was

7. What's your all-time favourite ship? tendies owns my heart forever <33 I used to periodically come back to it every few years before coming back to ygo permanently and now it’s like ahhh we’re almost at ten years of consistent bakurae goodness <33

8. What are your writing strengths? I like to think I have strengths in comedy and dialogue because those are pretty fun and easy for me to churn out… but at the same time perhaps like. Minute details could be a strength of mine. I definitely used to think unusual and innovative prose/emotional descriptions were a strength of mine but I’ve kind of let that skill atrophy so I definitely need to work to regain that skill lmao <33

otherwise I do like my plot bunnies (when I’m able to cultivate them) I like to think developing plot bunnies is also a strength of mine!

9. What are your writing weaknesses? Consistency lmaoooo but nah if we’re gonna like talk real weaknesses it might be like… pacing and connecting scenes together! And also not rambling endlessly. Like. Rambling has its place but often I would find in my work I went on just a tad too long in areas and the pacing would suffer minutely for it. With yami b’s got a crush I really strove to be clear and concise, and I think it paid off so far <3

otherwise also like. choosing a point at which to start the action of a story is hard hard hard for me to do haha. that might also count as a weakness!!

10. First fandom you wrote for? oh gosh. It’s gotta be code lyoko because code lyoko was one of the first two if not first fandoms I ever read fanfic for. The other was I am legend (yes the will smith movie) and I never ended up writing for I am legend so. LMAO

first fandom I ever created stories for and didn’t post tho? idk I cannot remember that far back to what me and my sibs first did as kids lmaoo (we did write a lot of self insert for Narnia and Marvel, tho)

[obsidianpen]

Hi pen it’s vodka anon I promise I’m not an alcoholic (probably) but it’s Halloween weekend and that means it’s time to dress slutty and see a bunch of hot girls in their costume and make fun of men for their stupid ones. If you were wondering, I wouldn’t even say I’m dressed up bc I’m wearing a princess outfit and that’s honestly what I feel I am. Feeling festive asf so I’ll write an edited version of a Halloween classic- somebody’s watching me by Rockwell

I’m just a 5’6 man, with a fucked up life

I’m not allowed to work, hell ya I pay the price

All I want is to be left alone, in bitch Draco’s home

But why do I always feel, like I’m the twilight zone

And

I always feel like somebody’s watching me

And I have no privacy

I always feel like voldys watching me

Tell me is it a dream? (Or a gift)

When I come home at 11 at night

I watch the black magic light

Voldy calls me on the connection, I’m trying to avoid

But can the dark lord see me, or am I just paranoid

When I’m at the vanity, I’m afraid to brush my hair

Cause I might open my eyes and find someone standing there (#silentaparation)

People say I’m “beautiful” just a little touched

But maybe mirrors remind me of that psycho too much

That’s why

I always feel like voldys watching me

And I have no privacy (oh, oh)

I always feel like tommies watching me

Who's playing tricks on me?

… I don't know anymore

Are the death eaters watching me? (Who's watching?)

Well, is the stone watching me? (Tell me, snape, who's watching?)

And I don't feel safe anymore, ugh, that’s Bellatrix

I wonder who's watching me now (who?), the order of the phoenix?

Anyways if these edited songs are annoying you I shall stop bc they r getting a little long and maybe u don’t feel like posting this giant thing. ALSO, if you look up the lyrics and u read it with the back music it’s on beat and rhymes!!! Perhaps my love language is poems and love you the most pen. OH also update… after my confession, yes I am being made fun of for reading fanfiction at the ripe age of twenty. It’s 2024 and a girl can’t even read gay wizard porn without judgement??? But anyways, happy Halloween pen, I hope you and your family have a lovely time trick or treating…and if you post this happy Halloween to all the gorgeous gorgeous girls and gays here, stay safe, guard your drinks and have fun💗💗

okay so the lyrics are wondering minus Harry being 5’6”!!!! Maybe in the movies but not my Harry. I never doubted these lyrics were on beat. I expect nothing less. I am impressed you admit to reading fanfiction with irl people, I never did this and still usually dont (but my husband loves to tell people we don’t know, I despise this). Not because im ashamed of it, but because this then demands an hour long explaination of what I write and why, and then I have to explain my following and tumblr, and that gets messy fast. But when I was just reading, I guess…. Yeah I also never told anyone lmao. You should join one of the discords to find your secret internet tribe. Or just keep sending poetry here that’s fine too. Happy Halloween weekend vodka anon!!! I hope you’re not still trapped in a closet and afraid

[luminnara]

please don’t fucking do this lmao

Fanfiction writers generally do this for fun. Some people do make money off of their writing, but if you’re reading it on ao3, please acknowledge that you aren’t paying their bills—you may be enjoying a fandom and feeling a sense of community with that writer, but 99% of the time, that writer is a stranger to you, and you are a stranger to them. They’re sharing their work with the internet because they want to, and they enjoy connecting with others who have similar interests, but they do this in their free time, between school, jobs, and real life events (good and bad). They don’t owe you anything.

I know it’s disappointing when a fic you like hasn’t updated, and appears to be abandoned. I’ve read many a great fic and found that its last update was years ago, and yeah, it can be sad to see that—but leaving rude comments on fics that haven’t updated in 3 years is really not the move.

I’m a person. These were left by the same user on my Bucky/OC fic, “it’s been a long long time,” which I’ve moved away from. I still think about the fic. I’ve had loose plans to rewrite it, now that I’m not super interesting in abo stuff anymore (but I still like the bones of that story), and my writing has changed and improved a lot since I posted that. I’m not super happy with it anymore. I’ve been wanting to do that rewrite for a long time now, but my interests wax and wane as time passes, and currently, I’m just not as focused on winter soldier stuff.

If you see this, I’m sorry I haven’t updated, and I’m sorry if I haven’t written a request you’ve sent in (also, I don’t really write requests for bucky in general anymore, but that’s a whole other thing lol). Again, I don’t make money off of this—I do have a tip option on this blog and I think in the several years I’ve had it I’ve made like $25 TOTAL, which is nice, but doesn’t pay my bills by any means.

And honestly? Comments like these don’t make me want to revisit the fic. Call me mean if you want, but I don’t really care. It’s rude, it comes off as entitled, and I know it’s the internet and people will say whatever they want, but come on now lol

I guess my point is just that writers are people too and they don’t need grief from people like this.

[scorpius-major]

#Just sign here

Ft: Childe and gn!reader

Synopsis: in which you summon a demon to stop your family from nagging you about your dating life

Contains: mentions of demons, contracts, and small amounts of blood (nothing graphic). Reader is genderlly ambiguous, but family members ask when you will get a boyfriend. Slight suggestive gestures but not explicit or forward at all (flirty behavior, physical touches, romantic advances)

wc: 1.7k

Final notes: this was really inspired by the book Sign Here by Claudia Lux. It’s a really good book yall should consider reading it! This is my first time is a while writing a full narrative fanfiction, so chill on me y’all if it’s not that good lmaoo. Depending if I like this I might make it into a full series! I’m experimenting with different povs so idk if this is gonna be my default one or not we’ll see as time goes on!

Family events are never fun. Especially when the hot topic always comes back to your dating life. You wish that for once they would talk about sometime other than when you’ll be bringing a boyfriend home. That one uncle doesn’t even talk about politics anymore.

“So when are you getting a boyfriend?”

“Yknow all your other cousins are engaged right?”

If only they knew a majority of marriages end in divorce. It’s not like you don’t want to be in a relationship, waiting for the right person is a solid move. What happens if you “find the one” prematurely and something terrible happens? Like breaking your heart or cheating on you. So whenever it comes up you just try and change the subject as best you can. The most effective way usually is asking your dad dumb sports questions. Questions that are obvious on the surface, but will get him talking for 10 minutes so you can leave.

You wonder how they haven't caught on yet, but then again your personal love life is none of their business. Getting an actual boyfriend seems like too much work. Paying one of your friends seems like a solid option, but your family already knows all of your friends. There has to be some way to get someone to pretend to be your boyfriend.

Then it clicked. 

You remember having seen a really old book in your grandmom’s attic about the occult. Why not just summon a random demon to dupe your extended family into thinking you finally found love? There are many things wrong with that, but running the options through your head it seemed like the simplest. Making a simple blood contract will beat having to meet new people any day.

The instructions were quite clear. Recite a simple incantation after writing your intentions on a blank parchment paper in red ink. All of which had to be performed in a dark room with a mirror on a full moon. The only problem is the only room in your house with a mirror big enough is the bathroom. Hopefully, the demon doesn't mind being summoned into a bathroom. 

The only real negative here would be accidentally summoning a malicious spirit that would haunt the house. But then you remembered you live alone. So what if a spirit inhabits your house? It can’t be that hard to ignore it. That was the last piece of encouragement you needed. That demon is getting summoned.

You shoot your mom a text saying how you can’t wait to introduce your boyfriend to the family.

“I think I’m finally ready to introduce him to the family, we’ll be there for the next family dinner.”

The look on her face would have been priceless. Everybody thinks that you don’t have a boyfriend, and while that is correct soon it will be partially correct. The full moon is tonight and dinner is in two days. There was one thought that lingered in the back of your head.

What if the demon doesn’t cooperate with you?

What if it doesn’t want to enter a contract with you? That can’t happen, right? 

Worst case scenario you’ll just hire somebody. You make your way to the bathroom, holding the supplies in hand. Candles litter around the sink and you light them before the lights are turned off. 

The dull glow illuminates the room just enough so you can see what you’re doing. You pick up the piece of parchment to write down what you want from the demon.

“Allow me to summon a demon here to pretend to be my boyfriend” it’s very straightforward, but it gets the job done. The red ink drips on the paper looking akin to blood. “I hope this works” you murmur to yourself. 

The incantation falls from your lips like it’s second nature. A sudden chill drifts through the air. Your bathroom has no windows, so you conclude that something must be going on. 

The candles suddenly went out, leaving the room engulfed in darkness. Feeling the temperature drop heavily, you lightly shiver to try to acclimate to the chilly room.

A faint glow can be made out from the corner of the bathroom mirror. Two small blue circles standing directly behind you. The candles flickered on again, leaving you wondering what you just got yourself into. “Startled by candles love? Please, that's the oldest trick in the book” a voice calls out to you. You turn around, facing where the blue light is coming from. The figure gives a slight chuckle, seeing your exasperated state. Warm ginger hair and freckled skin can be made out on the being. 

You grasp around the room trying to find the light switch, but before you can find it the lights are turned on already. A slender hand grasps yours, shaking it lightly. “I am the demon Known as Tartaglia, but you can just call me Ajax, sweetie” he shoots you a small wink, giving you just enough time to analyze his figure. 

He’s a little taller than you and has to look down slightly. However, he does have this sort of attractive air to him with a small smile present. “So I heard you wanted a demon to pretend to be your boyfriend. It takes guts to summon one of us.” You’re unable to say anything, so you stay silent. You don’t wanna start stuttering and embarrassing yourself. “What’s your name hun?” Ajax breaks the silence, startling you a bit. You didn’t even notice that he had moved you into your living room, sitting you both on the couch. Are you that entranced by him? Sure he was conventionally attractive, but could you fall in love with a demon? 

“Are you gonna answer me? I don’t have all day sweetheart” his voice snapping you out of some thoughts. “Oh sorry, my name is-“ he suddenly cuts you off by pressing his finger lightly to your lips. “Never mind honey, I’ll just keep using these cute little names” Ajax’s hand goes to cup your cheek as his other hand you a small tablet. “We stopped using blood contracts years ago. We do everything digitally now” gesturing you to go ahead and sign your name, his hand leaves your cheek and goes to hold around your lower back. 

Maybe it’s the touch-starved part of you talking, but part of you wants to lean into his touch more. His hair framed his as he leans into you, frowning slightly at the sight of the unsigned contract. “Just sign here and I’ll give you whatever you want” did they send a flirty demon by accident or did he read your intent?

“I have a quick question.” He hums in response. You place your finger on the tablet getting ready to sign it. “Did you know my intent, or are you just flirty 24/7?” He laughs, not sure if you were serious. You give him a confused look and put the tablet down. “No, we can’t. When we’re being summoned we have no idea what the summoner will ask for” 

Ajax’s Demeanor changes into a slightly darker one as he grins. “Well, what did you have in mind sweetheart?” He leans into your ear, using his taller figure as an advantage. You shake your head feeling embarrassed. “It’s a silly reason really” he looks curious now, and his interest peaked.

“I want you to pretend to be my boyfriend so my family will stop bothering me” 

“Well that’s not what I was expecting, but I’m interested.

You had a feeling that’s what he was going to say. From his actions and suggestive way of speaking, you speculated he wasn’t gonna say no. You pick up the tablet and don’t bother reading any of the fine print. Normally that’s not a very good idea, but you were desperate. With that, you sign your name at the bottom and hand it back to Ajax.

He takes it from your hands and smiles. “Thanks, hun, now I hope you know you can’t get rid of me now. It says in the fine print” Yup, you should have read it. Now you’re stuck with him for presumably all eternity. 

“Any particular reason you resulted to summoning demons to fix this problem?” He was amused, demons probably don’t get many requests like this. “It seemed easy” you replied without a second thought. “Any boyfriendly duties I have to perform for you?” His hand was back around your waist, gripping it lightly. The tablet was gone, and the sun had started to come up. “Well, I do need you to attend this family dinner with me.” 

“Seems easy enough, how hard can that be?”

-

You stand in front of your parent’s door, splitting headache due to the chaos you’re sure is about to ensue. “You remember the story right?” Ajax squeezes your hand lightly as reassurance and gives you a small smile. “Of course, you’ve said it to me a hundred times sweetie” you take a deep breath in and knock on the door with your free hand. 

“Oh look who it is! The boyfriend is here too!” Your mom exclaims, and the rest of the family crowds the door. Maybe you should have warned him how large your family is. “Mama stop, that’s embarrassing.” You swat your hand at her and your dad interjects. “Oh nonsense, your mom is just proud of you that’s all!” He laughs. Ajax doesn’t really do much except smile and nod with occasional answers. He left most of the talking to you. 

Perhaps he likes the sound of your voice. He does subtle romantic things like resting his hand on your thigh and playing with your hair. You’re getting quite used to him and this dinner is going great. On the plus side your parents seem satisfied, and let you two leave without any quarrels.

“So what do you think?” You turn to him after you leave the house. Ajax grabs both of your hands and holds them tightly in his, smiling. 

“I think I’m gonna enjoy being your boyfriend”

“What part of fake did you not understand?”

“Do you want this to be fake?”

Ajax presses a small kiss to your cheek. “I didn’t think so either.”