#I'm sleeping til January

[yorkshire-rockchick]

Fucking excuse me??!!?? Who ordered the snow?

[every-sanji]

[raytaku]

I think the initial shock period of my cat dying has passed but with that has started a time of possibly the worst sleep I've had ever

[kitasgloves]

"Lover"

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— ♬ "Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever?"

— ♬ Oikawa x Reader, timeskip, SFW, tooth-rotting fluff, gen reader, established relationship, please Oikawa is so lover-coded ugh

You'd say that you met Oikawa Tooru late in your life. It was unfortunate that you didn't experience the opportunities back then if you and him met earlier. But it was a blessing that you ended up falling for him out of all people, how lucky you felt when he fell for you just the same. Leaving the Christmas lights up 'til January, after all, this is your place with him, and you and he make the rules. There's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about Oikawa. Sometimes you wonder if you've known him for twenty seconds or twenty years.

Being away from your lover wasn't easy, though you managed. You're not the type to beg him to stay knowing he can find happiness and success elsewhere, you didn't want to hinder Oikawa's improvement or ruin his happiness. You wanted to share that joy with him and be the one who enables him to be true happiness. However, even after a million video calls and text messages sent to him across the globe, you can't fight off the longing. The desire to feel him beside you, to have him within your reach, and the urge to never let go. You wished you could go where he goes and always be this close, forever and ever.

But when Oikawa returns to the country he is sure to take you out and take you home. After all, he's your lover. It resembles the myth of Persephone, how he spent six months in Argentina and six months in your arms. Yet there were no complaints, and he's the man of his word. June was the month he always returned home, the perfect time to also celebrate his birthday in July. Parties were often wild and heartwarming, friends and family were invited and drinks and music filled the atmosphere.

Everybody adored Oikawa, it reflected in the constant crowd that surrounded him, either fans or friends. You understood it, after all, you fell for his charm. But only you succeeded in seeing who he was. You had the privilege of seeing Oikawa unveiled. When the cameras weren't on, and when nobody was looking. Oikawa was a passionate, earnest, and kindhearted man who happened to be a volleyball nerd. How could you not possibly gain feelings?

"Honey, can Iwa-chan and the rest crash in the living room? They're absolutely wasted"

Oikawa chuckled as your eyes panned to his three friends stumbling over each other towards the living room. You roll your eyes playfully and snicker. You nod, this was his and your place and you make the call. As the party ended, everyone was asleep. But you're wide awake, gazing at Oikawa's lovely face. His luscious eyelashes and perfect chocolate locks make you sigh dreamily, how you managed to bag a guy like him still feels like a mystery. Your hand reaches to caress his soft cheek.

You're highly suspicious that everyone who sees him wants him. How could they not? Oikawa was the perfect package, from personality to looks. Maybe it was this stupid fear of being replaced by someone better, but you couldn't bear the thought of him being taken away. Because you've loved him three summers now, but you want them all.

Oikawa stirs in his sleep, one eye opens and sees your wobbling lip. He doesn't overreact, instead, he takes your hand from his cheek and pulls you in his embrace. He soothes your fears with a gentle kiss on your forehead and reassures you with an arm over your figure. 'I'm not going anywhere, love' it tells you and you melt. Oikawa falls back to sleep with a smile after seeing you snore softly in his arms.

"We're wearing red!"

"No! Blue!"

"No! We did Blue last time!"

"Fine! Turquoise then!"

You huff at him with your hands on your hips when he pouts at you. Tomorrow was going to be the yearly Official Volleyball Gala that you've attended with him a thousand times already. You and Oikawa were famous for having matching outfits that the Paparazzi looked forward to. Playing along, you two decided to feed the media what they wanted. This was the root of petty arguments over what outfit should be worn this year. You proposed to go with red since you both haven't worn that color in a while but Oikawa insisted on going blue even if you both already did previously.

You load your shopping cart with red clothing and Oikawa lets out a dramatic gasp. He plucks the clothes out of the cart and replaces them with Turguioise-colored dress shirts. You scowl at him as you both go neck to neck with each other in the shopping mall. 

"I'm tired, Tooru! Just give up and choose red!"

"How about this, we go with pink!"

You raise a brow when he enthusiastically shows you a light pink tuxedo. You placed a hand under your chin and hummed, it's a not bad idea. You go to look for the same colored outfit to match the tuxedo and your boyfriend's eyes sparkle.

"Fine, only because we haven't worn that color in a while"

Oikawa cheers as he picks you up in his arms, spins you around, and litters your faces with obnoxious kisses. You both exited the mall satisfied with an agreement. The preparation for the gala was chaotic, it was filled with traded dirty jokes, compliments, and flirting. On arrival at the gala, all heads turn to the both of you. Cameras aimed at you two as the flashes blinded you, of course, they're more interested in your boyfriend so it takes the pressure off of you. After security stopped the paparazzi at the entrance, you and Oikawa went to chat with every athlete you were friends with including friendly associates.

"Oikawa-san! [Name]-san!"

"Shoyo!"

You and Oikawa said in unison as you both went to hug the orange-haired athlete, Hinata Shoyo. He goes to compliment you and Oikawa's matching outfit as he often did, catching up with the two of you. You and your boyfriend parted ways to briefly linger with other guests at the gala. Oikawa had a hilarious exchange with Kageyama Tobio and Ushijima Wakatoshi while you gossiped with Yaku Morisuke and Kuroo Tetsuro. When you two reunited, both of you had an unexpected encounter with Atsumu Miya and Sakusa Kiyoomi.

"Well if it isn't the one I defeated on 'The most handsome setter of the year' poll"

"I will fuckin' skin ya alive"

"Nice to see you again, Sakusa-san!"

"Likewise"

The gala goes on as it always does. Quick speeches and athletes sharing their gratitude. Music and food, and overall a relatively good time. But there was a sudden surprise when all the athletes' significant others were invited on stage to give a speech for their athlete lovers. You were caught off guard when Kuroo pulled you in line. You witnessed Akaashi Keiji's heartfelt speech for Bokuto Koutaro, the crowd was sniffing. A funny woman went on stage to make fun of Suna Rintaro's posture, nonetheless giving him a romantic message. When you are up next, your stomach drops.

You were thrusted up on stage with a microphone, and you gulped. Public speaking wasn't your forte, it was more of an Oikawa thing. To see thousands of eyes on you made you quiver like a freezing kitten. But Oikawa was there to save you and all he did was send you a smile and a heart sign in the crowd. Suddenly, you feel like giving a ten-hour speech.

"Hi, I'm [Name] [Surname]. Me and Oikawa have been together for ages, most of the time I feel like I have a toddler for a boyfriend"

There were chuckles in the crowd, you don't need to see but you know your boyfriend is somewhere pouting and crossing his arms. But you continue.

"All's well that ends well to end up with him. I swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover. He'll save all the dirtiest jokes for me and at every table, I'll save him a seat"

A collective sound of 'Aww's flooded the room. Your eyes meet with your lover, Oikawa, who gazes back in a way as if he's on the verge of crying.

"To you, my lover, I love you"

You ended your brief speech as everyone responded with applause louder than you anticipated. You ran backstage to sprint towards Oikawa who had his arms open. He engulfs you in a tight embrace, burying his face in the crook of your neck, holding you impossibly close. You hold on to him without the intention of letting go, drowning yourself in his affection.

"God, you're such a sap, [Name]"

"Shut up, I saw you almost bursting into tears!"

You both pulled away. Seconds after, Oikawa leans over to kiss you. It was tender and romantic and it made your knees weak for all the right reasons. When you two part, he was grinning at you like he won the lottery and you're sure you're smiling back at him like an idiot.

"Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever?"

"Of course, my darling"

Your smile went wider and he did the unexpected instead. Oikawa pulls out a tiny white box from his pocket and bends on one knee. Air gets violently knocked out of your chest when you gasp, your eyes immediately turn glassy when he reveals to you a glimmering silver ring.

"Tooru, you did fucking not-"

"Marry me, [Name]. I'll take you everywhere with me, back to Argentina and here in Japan. Then we can always be this close, forever and ever"

Who would've anticipated Oikawa Tooru proposing to you backstage when not a soul was able to witness it? You couldn't hold back a sob, so you only answered with a nod and a choked-out 'Yes' before the setter pounced at you with a hug and a long kiss on your lips. You can see the tears in the corner of his eyes as he slips the ring on your finger. And you couldn't be more happier, to be finally engaged with your lover.

©kitasgloves (do not steal or copy)

[epicbuddieficrecs]

Weekly Recap | January 8th-14th 2024

TWO MONTHS UNTIL SEASON 7!!!

I'm sorry it's late and I'm sorry if I missed anyone but my ao3 history was sortof a mess 😩 I think maybe some userscript I downloaded is fucking up my history. oh well. (or else someone has hacked my ao3 account and has been reading House M.D. fanfic?!?!? (how the fuck did I even get in my history, I don't even remember searching for anything that had House fics in the results wtf))

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Followed By Ghosts by itsanapothecary (Canon Divergent, S1-S2 | 21K | Teen): Instead of hiding the truth about Daniel from their children, Margaret and Philip memorialize their lost son in every one of their remaining children's accomplishments. Growing up, neither Maddie nor Buck felt like they could escape the shadow of their brother. When Buck finds the 118, he gets a chance to be his own person, although the looming attention from his parents and weight of expectations threatens to jeopardize what he's built in Los Angeles.

no harm, no foul by callmenewbie/ @callmenewbie (Getting Together | 5K | Mature): Eddie knows how Buck feels. Buck knows how Eddie feels. So why is Eddie giving him the cold shoulder instead of talking about it?

what to do when evan buckley breaks into your house at 3:17 in the morning by oklahoma/ @malewifediaz (Love Confessions | 3K | Teen): After a night out drinking with Maddie, Buck (kind of) breaks in to Eddie’s house.

Wait For It by oliviacirce (PWP, Post-S6E6: Cursed | 8K | Explicit): Buck kind of liked not jerking off.

in a fix by rainbow_nerds/ @rainbow-nerdss (Getting Together, PWP | 4K | Explicit): Buck gets himself into a bit of a sticky situation, and Eddie helps him out.

we were lucky once (could be lucky again) by hattalove/ @hattalove (Post-Break Up | 1K | Teen): which they're not together anymore, but they can't sleep apart.

Mark Me Like a Bloodstain (Burning Red) by sirencalls/ @usersiren (Vampire Eddie, Post-S4, PWP | 3K | Explicit): “Eddie, you’re freezing,” Buck says, worry creeping into his tone. “Eddie, we need to get you to the hospital—” “No.” His voice is echoey and strange, definitively not human, and he picks up on the way Buck’s pulse quickens. Fuck, he’s scaring Buck. The human part of him is ashamed, guilty for making Buck ever be afraid of him. The vampire part of him is delighted, is even more wanting because of it, and that’s why he calls himself a monster.

Kinktober 2021 series by sirencalls/ @usersiren (PWP | 31 works | 68K | Explicit)

all that is you makes up all that is me by soyxunxperdedor/ @messyhairdiaz (Post-S6E11 | 1K | General): “I was just checking if you’re ready…” Eddie says faintly, trailing off as his eyes track the path of the lightning seared across Buck’s skin. -or- In the aftermath of a lightning strike, Buck and Eddie have a conversation.

Long Overdue by mansikka (PWP | 3K | Mature): Eddie realizes his feelings for Buck are more than platonic; what's he supposed to do now?

kiss me, kiss me (i don't know if i can let you go) by ipretendtobesane/ @useramor (Getting Together, Accidental Kissing | 10K | General): If anyone ever asks- they were both drunk. Eddie knows they weren’t, he and Buck don’t like to drink during the week, regardless of whether or not they work the next day. If they are working, they don’t want to be out of it on the job, and if they’re not they don’t want to be out of it when Christopher wakes up the next morning at 7:00am with more energy than either of them can handle. But there’s not really a good explanation otherwise. No other way to explain why, as Buck was walking out the door, Eddie leaned in and gave him a soft kiss goodnight.

til there was you by woodchoc_magnum/ @woodchoc-magnum (Hurt Buck, Married Buddie | 16K | Mature): In which Buck's appendix tries to kill him in the middle of a busy shift, and Eddie has to stage a dramatic rescue.

spread a little christmas cheer by soyxunxperdedor/ @messyhairdiaz (Post-S3E10: Christmas Spirit, PWP | 1K | Explicit): Eddie has a realization at the Christmas party and goes the wrong way with it.

do you love me? all you gotta do is say yes by fleetinghearts/ @shitouttabuck (Friends to Fiances, Crack | 3K | Teen): “It’s always pretty fun to see a former fuckboy from your grad school era bootycall list all domestic and settled down.” or, two boy best friends and an ex lover walk into a grocery store. everyone is on their normalest behaviour.

🔥 Echoes of Your Name by sirencalls/ @usersiren (Canon Divergence, PWP, Sex Worker Buck | 9K | Explicit): Of course he’s immediately wary of it. Porn videos have never worked for Eddie, so why would the audio version of them be any different? It’s the same strangers faking the same moans and whines as the other actors, just without a pretty face to go with it. Eddie thinks it’ll almost be less effective—seeing every tiny reaction that someone has to what you’re doing to them is part of the fun—so he doesn’t have high expectations. He doesn’t expect it to work.

marry me, eddie diaz by elisela/ @elisela (Marriage Proposal | 1K | General): There’s a long silence, and then, “you do that a lot,” Eddie says, looking over at him strangely. “I do what a lot?” “Ask me to marry you,” Eddie says. “I know it’s just a joke, but I feel like—” he stops and shakes his head, bringing his hand up to rub the back of his neck.

sit present in the darkness by elisela (Post-Shooting, Established Buddie | 4K | General): In the midst of stories about their jobs, catching up on what the kids have said, and making endless fun of each other, Eddie’s sitting at his seat with his phone face down on the table in front of him. Occasionally it will buzz and he’ll look around the table, pick it up when he thinks no one is watching. He types something quickly, looks over his shoulder at the kid’s table—where Buck has been since the food was brought to them—and puts it down again. Face down. Karen knows this game. She’s played it before, almost lost.

WIP

🔥 Precious & Fragile Things by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Small Miracles AU, Angel Buck | 13/? | 31K | Teen): Buck is the Fallen Angel of Petty Temptation, who has been tasked with tempting human Eddie Diaz to sin and enjoy life, but just a little. He thinks the job will be easy - get in, get out, go back to Peru to continue messing around with eternity. But when Buck arrives in Los Angeles, he finds Eddie is harder to tempt than expected, and more compelling than Buck had hoped.

🔥 and if i bleed (you'll be the last to know) by diazchristopher/ @captain-hen (Canon Divergent Season 6, Friends with Benefits | 2/18 | 9K | Explicit): or, an alternate look at season 6 where buck and eddie have been casually sleeping together since before the beginning of the season. somehow, this changes both everything and nothing at all.

🔥 Things We're All Too Young to Know by @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon, S1 through S6 | 106/? | 290K | Mature): This is a love story. Even if it doesn’t always look like it. Even if it doesn’t always feel like it. A look back on Eddie and Buck's lives up to now, and what led them to each other, interpreted from the current 9-1-1 canon.

Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know by JJK/ @trenchcoatsandtimetravel (Demon Buck, Canon Divergent | 9/? | 15K | Teen): Buck is a demon with the power to help with pregnancy, childbirth, and infant health. When the Buckleys make a deal asking for someone to help 'save their baby', Buck leaps at the chance as it will give him what he's always wanted: a life on earth. But demon deals are tricky and neither of them gets quite what they're after. This is Buck's journey as he navigates growing up on earth and remembering how to help those in need.

🔥 for all the haunts and homes of men by euadnes/ @kananjarus (Canon Divergent, Post-Apocalyptic, Station Eleven Crossover | WIP | 12/? | 105K | Mature | Warning: Violence): The year by the old calendar is 2025. Home is gone. Home is a failed rescue mission and an echo of a memory. Home is a lost boy living in a wooden house by the sea. But first, there was a promise. Christopher, when it's safe, I'll take you back to your father. Buck had all but given up on keeping it after the world had died and everyone in it. But just as some oaths refuse to be forgotten, so the same can be said about the endurance of love.

🔥 Right Where You Left Me by hyacinthusbloom/ @thebloomingheather (Canon Divergent, Post-S4, Angst | 21/? | 106K | Explicit | ❗️Warning: Rape/Non-con): "Therapy?" Eddie suggests. Buck almost laughs, but instead says, "I'll go if you go." Because he had fully expected him to be chicken shit, to disagree, and instead Eddie, the bastard, replies, "Deal." Or Buck never tells anyone that he slept with his therapist and deals with the butterfly effect years later.

🔥 a foundation of trust and love we cannot see by lemonzestywrites/ @lemonzestywrites (FWB, BDSM, Sub Eddie, Dom Buck | 2/17 | 24K | Explicit): “It’s like I want to explore it and dive into it, but it’s not exactly like I’m seeing someone to try this all out with,” he explains, doing his best to keep down the annoyed huff that threatens to escape him at every other word. Buck nods to himself before steadily going silent. For a minute, Eddie thinks that this is the end of their conversation. “I can show you if you’d like.” Eddie nearly chokes on his beer.

Love Ends. by rowan_wood (Exes to Lovers | 5/17 | 7K | Explicit): But what if it doesn't?

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🔥 Relationship Advice from Complete Strangers Online by HMSLusitania/ @hmslusitania (Getting Together | 4K | Teen): When he gets home for the night, Buck turns to the one source of information that’s never let him down: the internet. But where does one go for relationship advice from complete strangers online? Which is how, ten minutes later, he finds himself on Reddit with a shiny new account and username. It takes him a while after that to craft his question for r/Relationships, but he thinks he’s got it pretty accurately conveyed before he hits post.

🔥 You Could Be The One I Keep by browney3dgirl6/ @hoodie-buck (Didn't Know They Were Dating | 6K | Teen): Eddie finally get's up the nerve to ask Buck out, his best friend accepting much easier than Eddie ever dreamed. Things are better than ever between them, the two of them becoming even closer, going out on several dates—only problem? Buck has no idea they're dating, like not even the slightest clue.

[inahandful-of-dust]

EPIC: The Musical - Act I and II

THE TROY SAGA

(Originally released December 25th, 2022 - Officially released July 4th, 2024)

1. The Horse and the Infant

Find that inner strength now Use that well of pride Fight through every pain now Ask yourself inside What do you live for? What do you try for? What do you wish for? What do you fight for?

2. Just a Man

But when does a comet become a meteor? When does a candle become a blaze? When does a man become a monster? When does a ripple become a tidal wave? When does the reason become the blame? When does a man become a monster?

3. Full Speed Ahead

We're up, we're off, and away we go We're up, we're off, and away we go Full speed ahead

4. Open Arms

This life is amazing when you greet it with open arms Whatever we face, we'll be fine if we're leading from the heart No matter the place, we can light up the world Here's how to start Greet the world with open arms

5. Warrior of the Mind

Maybe one day we'll reach them And we can build their skills as we teach them If there's a problem, we'll have the answer We are the warriors of the mind

THE CYCLOPS SAGA

(Originally released January 27th, 2023 - Officially released July 4th, 2024)

6. Polyphemus

Don't you know that pain you sow is pain you rеap? Time to drink your blood over where you stand Your life now is in my hand Before I'm done, you will learn that it's not so fun to take

7. Survive

Six hundred lives at stake, it's just one life to take And when we kill him, then our journey's over No dying on me now, defeat is not allowed We must live through this day

8. Remember Them

Remember them When the fire begins to fade For the fallen and afraid We are not to let them die in vain Remember them We're the ones who carry on The flames of those who've gonе And our comrades will not die in vain

9. My Goodbye

Unlike you, every time someone dies I'm left to deal with the strain What's a title that a goddess could lend if I'll never sleep at night?

THE OCEAN SAGA

(Released December 25th, 2023)

10. Storm

These waves and tides Have grown in strength and size Is it nature or divine Or a blessing in disguise? Our home's in sight This storm's our final fight There's no time to die

11. Luck Runs Out

How much longer 'til your luck runs out? How much longer 'til the show goes south? How much longer 'til we all fall down? You rely on wit, and people die on it

12. Keep your Friends Close

'Cause the end always justifies the means Friends turn into foes and rivalries So keep your friends close and your enemies closer Never really know who you can trust

13. Ruthlessness

The line between naïveté and Hopefulness is almost invisible So close your heart The world is dark and Ruthlessness is mercy-

THE CIRCE SAGA

(Released February 14th, 2024)

14. Puppeteer

Since we left home we've faced a variety of foes from a wide range of places Gods, monsters, you know the roster, hostile creatures that we could resist But this was a hell of a twist, 'cause we are weak to a power like this

15. Wouldn't You Like

Wouldn't you like a taste of the power? Wouldn't you like to use more than words?

16. Done For

My nymphs are like my daughters I protect them at all costs The last time we let strangers live We faced a heavy loss You've given me no reason to Bestow you with my trust

17. There Are Other Ways

Maybe showing one act of kindness Leads to kinder souls down the road I remember actions of passion I have been in love once before Maybe one day the world will need a puppeteer no more

THE UNDERWORLD SAGA

(Released April 26th, 2024)

18. The Underworld

All I hear are screams (All I hear are screams) Every time I dare to close my eyes I no longer dream (I no longer dream) Only nightmares of those who've died Nothing's what it seems (Nothing's what it seems)

19. No Longer You

I see a song of past romance I see the sacrifice of man I see portrayals of betrayal And a brother's final stand I see you on the brink of death I see you draw your final breath I see a man who gets to make it home alive But it's no longer you

20. Monster

Then I'll become the monster I will deal the blow And I'll become the monster Like none they've ever known So what if I'm the monster Lurking deep below? I must become the monster

THE THUNDER SAGA

(July 4th, 2024)

21. Suffering

How am I to evade him? How am I to get home? Which route should I take? Where am I supposed to go?

22. Different Beast

He is the man-made monster He is the one who conquers You are a threat no longer He won't take more suffering from you

23. Scylla

Give up your honor and faith Live up your life as a wraith Die in the blood where you bathe We must do what it takes to survive

24. Mutiny

How are we supposed to trust you now? Now your time has come, your luck's run out

25. Thunder Bringer

Thunder bringer, here to ring your Ears until you're deaf with fear And spear you while your death is near Lightning wielder, here to yield your Time, for you have passed your prime Sublime you for your act of crime

THE WISDOM SAGA

(August 30TH, 2024)

26. Legendary

It's just me, myself, and I Stuck in my bedroom, livin' in this world you left behind Dreamin' of all these monsters that I'll never get to fight But boy, I wish I could, so I could bring the world some light

27. Little Wolf

Let's teach this dog a lesson In front of all his kind One young wolf has a larger heart Than all these men combined

28. We'll Be Fine

And so I thought Maybe if I'd made a different call Maybe if I hadn't missed it all Maybe he'd be fine Maybe we'd unwind Maybe if I help another soul Maybe if I helped you reach your goal Life could be that bright I could sleep at night

29. Love in Paradise

You don't know what I've gone through You don't know what I've sacrificed Every comrade I long knew Every friend, I saw them die And all I hear are screams

30. God Games

Trust is not given, it's forged Why should I give him my support? He sacrificed his own cohort

THE VENGEANCE SAGA

(October 31st, 2024)

31. Not Sorry For Loving You

I'm angry and tired and restless and sad I'm stuck in the moments I swore that we had

32. Dangerous

I have to get home, put it all on the line I'm gonna use ruthlessness Every trick, every skill put to use for this I plan to put an end to all the foolishness I have to get home, put it all on the line I'll be dangerous

33. Charybdis

There, I see it The island I'vе been searching for Home, I've rеached it My wife and son are past these shores Holding on I am almost there

34. Get in the Water

Aren't you tired, Poseidon? It's been ten years, how long will this go? We're both hurting from losses So why not leave this here and just go home?

35. Six Hundred Strike

How does it feel to be helpless? How does it feel to know pain? I watched my friends die in horror Crying as they were all slain I heard their final moments Calling their captain in vain Look what you turned me into Look what we've become

THE ITHACA SAGA

(Released December 25th, 2024)

36. The Challange

But I don't know how much longer I'll last Since we saw that storm And though it was so close to our kingdom It was far from the norm Unless Oh, could it be some kind of sign That my world is all about to change?

37. Hold Them Down

Hold him down 'til the boy stops shaking Hold him down while I slit his throat Hold him down while I slowly break his pride, his trust, his faith, and his bones Cut him down into tiny pieces Throw him down in the great below When the crown wonders where the prince is Only the ocean and I will know

38. Odysseus

[SUITOR] Old king, our leader is dead You've destroyed the serpent's head Now the rest of us are no longer a threat Old king, forgive us instead So that no more blood is shed Let's have open arms instead [ODYSSEUS] No

39. I Can't Help But Wonder

I can only wonder What your world has been Things you've had to suffer And the strength you hold within All I've ever wanted Was to reunite with my own Twenty years, we've wandered But today you're not alone My son, I'm finally home!

40. Would You Fall In Love With Me Again

I will fall in love with you Over and over again I don’t care how, where, or when No matter how long it’s been You’re mine Don’t tell me you’re not the same person You’re always my husband And I’ve been waiting, waiting

[modelbus]

HII!! I REALLY LIKE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH!! I just read your wilbur soot fic "Radar Detector" and I really LOVED it. I was hoping you could do another wilbur soot songfic cause theyre so good😭 (preferably lover by taylor swift or just any taylor swift song that you'd like.

THATS ALL!! MWA I LOVE UR WRITING!!🫶

I'm so excited to do another song fic you have no idea. Also, a confession: I'm a closet Swiftie...

Pairing: CC!Wilbur x Gn!Reader

Lover

We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January And this is our place, we make the rules

The tree in the living room was the first thing you saw when you opened your eyes. In your tiredness, all the colorful lights were out of focus and created a mesh of blob colors. It was pretty, in the way that abstract art flows together.

"We really should take that down." Wilbur says from behind you, and you realize that the general warmth around you is him. The arm over your waist, holding you to him and the couch? Him.

"We can leave it up." You answer, yawning. "I like it."

"It's not Christmastime anymore, love." He smiles into your shoulder, making you smile too.

Something about him generates happiness. In your hazy vision, spotted with colorful christmas lights, you can't imagine anything better.

"So? This is our flat."

He laughs. "Point taken."

We could let our friends crash in the living room This is our place, we make the call.

"You're fine, right?" You ask Tommy, giving him a pointed look.

For once in his life, the boy knows how to be subtle and nods. "Yeah, yeah, I'm great."

"We have more blankets if you want them!" Wilbur announces, strolling in with his arms full of blankets. He dumps them all on top of Tommy, eyebrows creased with worry. "You sure you don't mind staying on the couch?"

He nods, rolling his eyes. "I used to sleep on your floor, Wil."

"That was different! And I gave you an air mattress that time!"

"Which is practically the floor. I'm a big man, I can take the fucking couch."

Wilbur turns to you, as if you'll take his side. You may be dating him, but that doesn't mean you're agreeing with him.

"He'll be fine, Wilbur." You assure him.

Tommy was only staying for the night, anyway. One of his vlogs ran late, leaving him here way after dark. And Wilbur wouldn't stand for letting him head home at this time of night. Honestly, you found their brother thing endearing. And it made Wilbur happy, which made you happy.

Besides, Tommy was a good kid. A nightmare at times, but good in heart. Mostly.

Wilbur gives a regretful look at your couch (which is actually pretty nice) before sighing. "Fine, fine. We'll be just down the hall if something happens, so just... wake us. Yeah?"

"Wilbur!" Tommy groans. "Fuck off! I can sleep on your couch!"

"I know! I'm just making sure!"

"Go fucking cuddle or something." Tommy huffs, settling under all the blankets and turning his back to Wilbur.

You laugh softly, flicking off the lights. "C'mon love. Good night, Tommy."

"Night." Wilbur echoes your words, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and guiding you so you don't run into a wall on your way to the bedroom. "He'll be fine, right?"

"Of course he will." You say, leaning up to give him a quick kiss. "Now it's our turn to get some rest. Go do your night routine, or whatever."

"Will do." Wilbur agrees, quietly heading off toward the bathroom.

With every guitar string scar on my hand I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover.

You ran your thumb over the inside of his palm, prompting Wilbur to squeeze your fingers in return. The callouses on his fingers are rough against your skin, but you don't mind. They're testaments to his love for music, to his commitment to it.

You love them simply because they're a part of him.

"I promised to teach you guitar one day." Wilbur reminds you, voice soft.

"And I still want to learn." You assure him, a smile gracing your face. "Maybe one day I'll get callouses like yours." You add in as a tease.

"No guitar string scars though." He raises your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to your fingertips. It makes you laugh. "I'll teach you how to play guitar safely."

"What, and you don't play safely?"

He nudges you, because you know the answer to that. You've seen too many broken picks and snapped guitar strings. There's a faint scar on his palm where a snapped string cut him, even.

"You'll be so bad at guitar." Wilbur says with a grin. "I can't wait to love you for it."

"Hey!"

Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover.

"I'm dying." Wilbur announces, draping himself over the back of your chair dramatically. "I've been shot. I'm dying."

You can't help but roll your eyes, laughing. "Wil, it was a Nerf dart."

"Tell my friends and family I love them." He wails, squeezing onto your hand. "I'll miss you."

"You aren't dying."

"Oh goodbye world! I yearn to feel the sun upon my face, but alas, I die in the cold night!"

"Oh Wilbur!" Tommy crows, darting around a corner with a raised Nerf gun.

Wilbur shouts, hands going for his own Nerf gun, finding nothing. In response, Tommy's smile widens into something evil as he holds up a second Nerf gun.

"Who's the bitch boy?" He asks, eyes wide with delight.

You burst into loud laughter as Wilbur runs from the room, sliding on the wooden floors in his socks.

And at every table, I'll save you a seat, lover.

Hand on the back of the chair, Wilbur pulls it away from the cloth-covered table for you. You can’t help your grateful smile, sinking into it without a second thought. The wedding you two were at was busy, and you had been on your feet for literal hours. He was a godsend at this moment, and judging by his grin he knew it.

“Water?” You ask, holding up a bottle of water for him. You had originally left his side to grab some, knowing he was thirsty but wouldn’t ask for a water.

“Thank you.” Wilbur says, taking it from you. He presses a kiss to your head before pushing in your chair and sitting down at the one next to you, which has his suit jacket thrown over the back. “Almost payment enough for saving your chair?”

“Almost?” The laugh you let out isn’t dignified in the slightest, but his eyes sparkle like it’s the best sound he’s ever heard.

“I had to fight a guy off with my fists to keep it.”

“Bullshit.”

“You’ll never know if it is or isn’t.” He teases, taking a sip of the water. “But I deserve better payment.”

With a roll of your eyes, you lean forward to give him a quick peck on the lips. He cups your cheek, catching your face before you can pull away, just to prolong the kiss for a moment more before he lets go.

“Happy?” You ask, raising your eyebrows.

“The happiest.”

[cadere-art]

2024 Year in Review.

2024 was an overall very good year for art for me (probably in part because it was the first year ever that I was not a student). Like all years, it had its "way up" and "way down" periods - art for me is on a boom and bust cycle. 2024 was also a somewhat bad year for health, which impacted my art considerably at some moments.

January was phenomenal in terms of worldbuilding. March and April were quite quiet. May was better. June and July were high months - in June, I designed my fursona and in July, I tried out a new brush which sincerely revolutionized my lineart process. Sometimes the right brush can make a world of difference. August was quiet on account of my long-awaited trip to Peru, and it took me a few weeks to recover afterwards. I spent most of September drawing plants, and most of October frantically drawing fauna, until I got COVID and was nerfed for a month and a half. November was mostly bad, but I did manage to fix my sleep schedule (something I thought would never happen), and the change seems to be sticking (at the expense of making art, because I'm no longer drawing 'til 2 am). December ended on a high note, with me finishing three long-standing projects within the months and quitting my shit job on the 31st.

January 2025 seems to be starting on a high note. I'm trying to lead my personal life in new directions this year - more art, more ambition, more time on things that bring me joy, and less on things that don't.

[suzy-queued]

Fic Writers Year-End Wrap-Up

Thank you for the tag, @energievie @sam-loves-seb and @mybrainismelted

1. How many words have you written this year? About 135,000

2. How many works did you publish this year? 6, not counting Out of Nowhere which was complete in January. (That's a 2023 story)

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)? Workhouse Rock, my multi-chap prison/work camp story.

4. What work of yours has the most hits? From 2024? Workhouse Rock.

5. What work of yours got more feedback than you expected? A Song Only You Can Hear. I figured this AUgust series would get a few eyes on it (I know it's hard as a reader to stick with 31 days of consecutive installments). But a lot of people read it!

6. Favorite title you used. No Sleep 'Til Nashville

7. If you use song lyrics, which artist's songs did you pull from the most? I usually use song lyrics, but I got away from that in 2024. So I guess Beastie Boys is the winner.

8. Pairing you wrote the most for this year? Ian and Mickey, although I did branch out and do some Stede/Ed art from Our Flag Means Death.

9. Favorite pairing you wrote for this year? Ian and Mickey.

10. What work was the quickest to write? Coming Attraction, for the Gallavich Gift Exchange.

11. What work took you the longest to write? Workhouse Rock. It's still in progress.

12. How many WIPs do you have in your docs for next year? The Big Bang story and Big Bang art.

13. What's your longest work of the year? Workhouse Rock, 61,041 words

14. What's your shortest work of the year? Coming Attraction, 3052 words

15. What WIP are you taking into next year with you? Workhouse Rock, plus my drabble series The Lord and the Footman.

16. What's your most common "Additional Tags" tag? Alternate Universe (which is a surprise to no one)

17. Your favorite character to write this year? Mickey. Always Mickey.

18. The character who gave you the most trouble writing this year? Maybe Marco from Workhouse Rock, because I wanted to take care to write him just right. OCs are hard to make three-dimensional and interesting.

19. What's one pairing you want to explore next year? More Gallavich, I'm sure!

20. Which work of yours have you reread the most? From this year? Probably A Song Only You Can Hear, because I re-read the entire story every day for the whole month.

21. How many kudos in total did you get this year? 946, plus I'm sure there were works from past years that got kudos in 2024.

22. Which work has the most comments? A Song Only You Can Hear

23. Did you do any collaborative works this year? Yes! I wrote Scary Sweet with @francesrose3 and Then and Now with @sam-loves-seb.

24. Did you write any gifts this year? Yes! Coming Attraction was a gift for @blue-disco-lights

25. Did you receive any gifts this year? I received Heat of the moment from @sickness-health-all-that-shit as part of the Gallavich Gift Exchange. I also got the story fruit by GrandSelfMythology, which was a gift for @deathclassic, but I am claiming it, too.

26. What's your most common category/trope? Enemies to lovers (or annoying co-workers to lovers)

27. What do you listen to while writing? Either nothing or classical music.

28. Favorite work you wrote this year? Workhouse Rock, but I'm also really excited about my Masquerade story.

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year? The most recent lines in WR: "Please accept my care. My rebellion. My body. These are the only gifts I can offer you in here. They have to be enough. Please let them be enough."

30. Biggest surprise while writing this year? How much fun it is to write shorter works. I still love the multi-chap format, but smaller works have their place, too. I want to do more of each.

Tagging (or just saying hi!): @gallawitchxx @crossmydna @andthatisnotfake @blue-disco-lights

Happy New Year, everyone!

[prettyboysinmyheart]

♡ Lover - Joseph Woll ♡

warnings: none?

Notes: this fic is based off the song lover by Taylor swift. Hope you guys like it!

“We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January

And this is our place, we make the rules”

“It feels nice to have our own place” Joseph whispered, taking in the view of the new place you guys had purchased. He wrapped his arms around your waist to bring you closer to his body placing little kisses on your temple and neck.

As you stood there, it was finally your turn to take in the new place you had been dreaming of for so long. The excitement and anticipation you felt were palpable, and as you looked around at your dream home, it almost didn't feel real. You couldn't help but imagine the memories you would make here with your future family, and the thought filled you with joy. This was the place where you hoped to build your life and raise your children, and you felt happy to start that journey with Joseph by your side.

“Do you know what this means, Joey”

“That we can finally do it wherever we want?” He smirked, moving his hands to let them rest on your ass. Joseph laughed when he heard you gasp and hit his shoulder.

“I’m serious, baby”

“So am I. I’m kidding.. not really but what were you gonna say, love”

"Come with me," you say, grabbing his hand and intertwining your fingers. You lead him towards the grand entrance hall, where the breathtaking view of the backyard, the cozy living room with a small fireplace, and the sleek modern staircase leading to four bedrooms, an office, and an upstairs lounge area await.

As you gaze around, a wave of excitement washes over you. You can already picture all of Joseph's teammates, friends, and family gathered here, especially during the holidays. The thought of Christmas in this house is making your heart race with anticipation. You turn to Joseph and exclaim, "Jo, I'm going to transform this house into a winter wonderland! We'll start decorating November 1st, and we'll keep them up until January or February when I feel ready."

Joseph looks at you with admiration and affection, tracing his fingers over your cheek and giving you a soft smile. He brings you closer and kisses you with passion. "I'm all for it, honey. Whatever makes you happy," he says, and you know that this is the beginning of something wonderful.

“We could let our friends crash in the living room”

As Matthew prepared to leave, he turned to ask, "Are you sure it's alright for me to stay over?". You walked over to gently push him towards the couch, reassuring him that it was perfectly fine, and that Joey would even make him breakfast in the morning. Joseph soon joined the conversation, carrying a spare pillow and blanket for his friend, and placing them carefully on the couch. He turned on the fireplace and handed Matthew the remote.

"Make yourself at home. We know you don't want to go back to your place. The guest room is open if you change your mind”

Matthew settled himself comfortably on the couch, turning on the TV to watch a movie. "I’ll be ok," he said, "You guys know I love this couch. I'll sleep like a baby here." As you bid goodnight to Joey and turned off the lights, Matthew had already made himself at home, cocooned in blankets and pillows, drifting off to sleep in front of the warm fireplace.

“And at every table, I'll save you a seat, lover”

Joseph always felt comfort and security when you sat next to him. He cherished moments spent whispering sweet nothings to each other, feeling a deep connection beyond words. Your mere presence gave him warmth and happiness that he couldn't find anywhere else. He often found himself lost in your eyes and your voice, feeling like he could stay in that moment forever.

"Hey Joey, can I sit next to you?" Matthew asked, already knowing the answer. The goalie blushed and shook his head. "That spot is for my girlfriend."

Joseph eagerly anticipated your arrival at the restaurant. When you walked in, he was stunned by your beautiful black dress that hugged your curves perfectly. He stood up to greet you and pulled out your chair. "God, you look stunning, love."

Joseph spent the entire night kissing and praising you. His hands never left your body. He ignored his friends' teasing and focused on your smile and laughter.

[afyrian]

ch. 7 - january 25 masterlist

    rintarō taps his finger against his steering wheel, smiling to himself, "thanks again guys, honestly it was a great birthday."

  he turns off the car, holding his key in the palm of his hand. rin looks up at the apartment building and notices a light on in the front window. he shakes his head as the two brothers argue over who made his birthday the best. "well the food made the evening, right, suna?"

  "you know what would make my evening, us getting off the phone so i could go see y/n as she texted me earlier about a surprise," rin opens his car door, turning the phone off of speaker and bringing it up to his ear.

  "oh right, how's the whole married to your crush-since-childhood thing?" atsumu taunts him, his voice sarcastic and filled with a sense of humor.

  rintarō rolls his eyes, grabbing his wallet and locking the driver side door. truthfully, it's difficult. knowing that this marriage is only lasting because of some technicality, that it's not the emotion. he takes in a deep breath, "i've tried to tell her, i have. it's just hard. i mean, like what if it ruins the friendship."

  both of the twins stop their laughing and joking, hearing the truth in his voice. "the problem is is that if you don't, it may just make it more awkward. plus it's pretty easy to tell she's hardcore in love with you. when you guys came to check out the restaurant, she like couldn't keep her eyes off of you," osamu pipes in, his voice overpowering the embarrassment rin is already feeling.

  "you're right- you're right, it's just too daunting," he starts, walking up the stairs to the second floor, your door just a few steps away, "well, i'll talk to you guys later, i'm heading into the apartment."

  he turns off the phone, shoving it into his pocket before unlocking the front door. rintarō enters the front room and notices a mini cake sitting on the table. it has frosting covering it haphazardly, 'happy birthday honey' written in sloppy cursive. he smiles to himself, giving a short laugh as he looks around the room for you. 

  however, all he can see is your head peeking over the edge of the couch. it's tilted onto a cushion as the rest of your body sits limp in a deep sleep. he looks at you for a moment, noticing every freckle and spot that makes you unique. he smiles once more, juggling whether he should help you to bed or simply covering you up.

  rin purses his lips, turning to put away the cake first before deciding anything. he washes a few dishes, making sure that whatever flour and sugar dropped from the mixing bowl was wiped up. despite him cleaning everything up on his birthday evening, he can't help but feel happy. happy knowing you put in the effort to make his birthday amazing. 

  he puts the cake in a container, turning back to where you are, sprawled across a couch. your hair sits wildly and one of your socks are practically falling off of your foot. honestly, it's hard to say when you've looked more attractive than in this moment. the simplicity of it all, it's something rin has fallen in love with.

  instinctively, he brings one arm under the crook of your knees and the other behind your back, letting your arm rest over your shoulder. you mumble something under your breath along the lines of 'happy birthday rin'. 

  your quiet voice makes him scream internally until he sets you on your bed, pulling the sheets up over you. you take in a deep breath, stretching a little. he bites his lip, about to tip toe out of your room before you say something quietly. it's barely audible, but due to the quiet of the house, it echoes wildly through your ears.

  "birthday sleepover?" 

  he remembers the times the two of you would spend your whole birthdays together. from early in the morning til the following day. it hasn't happened since the two of you were in middle school, but hearing it sends a blush to his face. rintarō shakes his head a little, "you're just tired, we can eat the cake for breakfast."

  "please," your hand reaches out for him, wrapping your fingers around his. 

  rin can feel himself slipping from his common sense. the feeling of your fingers gripping onto his makes your heart beat quickly. "alright.. yeah, birthday sleepover," he walks over to the door, "just give me one moment."

  knowing that the smell of the bar likely is all over him, he quickly changes into a set of comfortable pajamas (making sure to not sleep shirtless). rintarō walks back into your room and lays on the opposite side of the bed. he lays over the sheets, turning his back to you so that he doesn't end up wrapping his arms around you in the middle of the night.

  he waits until he can hear you snoring lightly, you scooting a little closer to him until he quietly whispers, "i love you."

  rintarō knows that he doesn't have the courage to tell you when you're awake. watch every micro expression you show, waiting for a return or a rejection. he takes in a deep breath and closes his eyes, letting the darkness of night overtake him. sure it's not the most insane birthday he's ever had, but laying next to you, feeling you breathing. it's like nothing he could've asked for. 

  and throughout the night, somehow, the two of you find yourselves tangled together. your leg is crossed over his, his arm laying under your head. and whoever wakes up first won't say anything about it. they'll simply sit there for a moment and look down at the other with a smile ridden on their face. and maybe it isn't the most conventional, but it's the two of you, and you don't have to be conventional.

a/n: idk i kind of love this chapter

[thoughtfloss7]

Holes

I'm not sure I'm alive.

I might even be dead.

I hope its a Comedy, I did always want to read Dante, and Bronte, and the other thespians in between. And listen to Solange, and Beyonce. And experience the culture of my Mom, say? Nah. I'll pass. That racist shit, all holier than thou, grew up on a farm, in a trauma pit, cooking up delicious little lies, devious rhubard pies, swatting flies.

Back n forth on the porch, in your handmade throne of tyranny. Fighting the same damn fight that we just held in January, You know? Annually

Its insanity. like the Clockwork fucking Orange. Seriously? Responsibility? I beg of you to show me accountability. You're killing me.

Give me 5 minutes of your time without laying into me. Free Will versus Conditioning, it's interesting, Beethoven's Ninth Symphony I'm listening, but its no longer interesting.

It's interesting, It's just solo negativity, A conductor of mental dystrophy.

An epiphany… My tendencies are controlled by your shoestrings. Damn, look at your hand, fire is lighting up your mood ring.

Let it out, Let me have it, I'll grow up to be an addict, we won't talk, I'll walk away, It'll be my fault til you're grey, and I'll come get up, lift you up, read you to sleep.

It's complicated, this constant shouldered complaint.

But I will carry your bones.

There will be no dust left to settle between us two souls.

Only love and blood and all these old holes.

[httpsdana]

67 Alejandro Balde please:))

Lover~Alejandro Balde

*GIF isn't mine. credits to the owner*

you know I had to mention taylor swift here, esp after I found out that Ale doesn't like Taylor Swift 🙃. enjoy <3

you can request from my prompt list

this is my master list

players/drivers I write for

67-“please play guitar for me.”

After the bad match and shitty referee, Alejandro was devasted. They didn't manage to score, and the referee was definitely against them.

y/n watched the match from home, not being able to travel with Ale, but she knew that when Alejandro would come, he would be in a bad mood.

She decided to make him his favorite dinner, with some dessert, of course without breaking his strict diet.

Alejandro texted y/n, telling her not to wait for him and just go to sleep. She saw the message and didn't reply, she wanted to be there when he came.

After a few hours, y/n heard the front door open. She rushed to the door, to see a very tired Ale with his bag.

"amor. I told you to sleep, you have work early in the morning tomorrow" he said, a weak smile on his face.

y/n ignored him and wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. He hugged her back, dropping his bag on the floor.

"I took tomorrow off because I know you would be tired and I wanted to help" she said into his neck

He smiled, pressing a kiss on the side of her head. She pulled away and looked up at him.

"I made you some dinner. come on" she tried walking away but he grabbed her wrist before she did so

"I don't want to eat. I had a small snack after the match and I'm not hungry" he said, exhaustion evident in his voice

"are you sure? its already done, I can put some quickly" she said

He smiled and shook his head

"I'm sure...I just...play guitar for me please?" he asked in a soft voice, making y/n realise how tired and disappointed he is. Her heart clenched at his request. He always found comfort in her playing the guitar and singing for him

She smiled and nodded. Ale flopped down on the couch, y/n walked to her room, grabbing her guitar and walking back to the living room

"what do you want me to play for you?" she asked, placing the guitar on her lap

"Lover" he said, making y/n pull a confused face

"I thought you didn't like taylor swift?" she asked, a small smile on her face

"not when you play her songs though. plus she's grown on me a bit. I mean what do you expect when my girlfriend doesn't listen to anything but her" he chuckled making y/n smile wider

She pressed a kiss on his cheek, before starting to play the guitar for him. He laid his head on her shoulder

We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January And this is our place, we make the rules

And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you dear Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years?

Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever?

And ah, take me out, and take me home

You're my, my, my, my Lover

She stopped playing and looked at Ale, he was looking at her with a smile, making her smile too

He leaned up, and pressed a kiss on her lips, pecking them for a few times after that

"thank you" he whispered against her lips, his eyes half closed

"anything to make you feel better babe" she whispered back

[edgessunflower]

I don't wanna know

Pairing: Solo Sikoa x Fem reader

Description: Solo helps you pick up the pieces of your life when you're at your lowest after a traumatic event

Gif credits to @mith-gifs-wrestling

You couldn't sleep or even function anymore as you lay in bed tears pouring down your face forcing yourself to keep the sobs in while your boyfriend Solo slept in bed next to you until he wakes up turning to see you walking out of the room. He finds you lightly sobbing while sitting on the couch which hurts him as he slowly walks and crouches next to you lightly knocking on the table to alert you that he was there, you had gone through a bad car pile up which lead to your car falling into a lake being trapped before squeezing yourself out of the car through the windshield swimming frantically until you were pulled out of the lake by people who saw what happened and stopped or who were in the pileup and not seriously hurt being taken to the hospital where you were warmed up from the hypothermia you had due to the weather since it was January, some cuts from the glass, and a concussion that you endured as your car went into the water hitting your head on the steering wheel but you were still very traumatized and scared by what happened. "Every time I close my eyes...I only see the cars wrecked, the glass, and the water" the sobs that echo throughout the room makes his heart drop as you slowly tell him more of the day than you had over the past few weeks since the pileup being held in his arms as you sobbed "I don't wanna know what could have happened or what would have happened if I stayed home or...God everything else" he holds your face with tears flowing down his face before breaking down himself "God I don't wanna think or know what I would do without you in my life" you'd never seen solo get this emotional or cry a lot but you felt your heart break knowing how scared he truly was about what happened knowing he could have lost you and that he had held it in til now both of you exhausted as you lay back in bed holding each other tightly "I love you, I'm here for you" the kiss on your forehead seals the promise along with a soft kiss before falling asleep "I love you baby, I'm never leaving no matter what".

[rosewaterandivy]

2024 fic review!

saw this going around somewhere and thought it'd be fun to do. if you'd like to play along, please do! the more the merrier ☺️

i'm limiting this list to wips that i've actually updated this year, rather than announcements or nascent ideas. but feel free to come up with whatever guidelines you'd like!

January

Blurb: Season of the Stick (?k words, as of writing)

eddie has a reputation and a temper. you have something to prove. and hop, well, he has better things to worry about, but he sure as shit isn't blind. Hockey AU.

Oneshot: dick so good we be callin' him NyQuil (1.2k)

getting fucked to sleep by eddie, that's literally it. Explicit.

Series: Through Me - The Fool (6.3k)

Eddie and the Lady of the Lake, feat. advice from one Steve ‘The King’ Harrington. Soulmate Triad Constantine AU.

Series: Begin Again (5k, as of writing)

you weren't always soft. you weren't always his. Kidfic, Kas!Eddie, love triangle.

February

Blurb: Local werewolf annoys town (?k words)

the idea the birthed my werewolf series. Best friend Eddie & confused Steve.

Oneshot (for now) Phármakon (?k words)

in the end, Owens got what he wanted, you and Harrington back in the Drift. because who cares about grief in the face of the apocalypse? Pacific Rim AU.

Series: Whatever's Still to Come (3.1k, as of writing)

Blood like yours, a love like yours could be halved and still be whole. Past lives, mythological reimagining, reincarnation AU, s.h. x reader.

March

Blurb: Ernest Frank only has lovely things to say about you (659 works)

the idea that eventually became my super senior high school eddie AU.

Oneshot: none, embarrassing 😳

Series: Everyone But You (15.4k words, as of writing)

From a blind date gone awry to a tense christening for none other than Chrissy Carver’s baby. Eddie and Munson and you had never quite seen eye to eye, except for the fact that Chrissy could do so much better than her scumbag of a husband. But a stormy night brings terrible news that drags you from the Upper West Side to fucking Williamsburg like some a harbinger of doom, only to end up at said fuckboy’s door. Life As We Know It AU.

April

Blurb: none 😬

Oneshot: none 😬

Series: it'd be cooler if you did (4.2k words, as of writing)

‘86 is gonna be his year, by hook or by crook, Eddie’s walking the stage at graduation and getting that damned diploma. he just needs to focus, but then he took one look at you and— well, you can see for yourself. super senior high school eddie, no UD AU.

Series: careful fear & dead devotion (10.7k words, as of writing)

and you want to beg, like Andromache on the ramparts of Troy, don’t do this, don’t have me nurse fresh grief, but his gaze in reply is redolent and kind, do not borrow sorrows from tomorrow, for you and I have arrived at the grief we were born for. marriage of convenience, Gilded Age AU, s.h. x reader/oc.

Series: Modern Love (4.9k, as of writing)

Modern Steve and Eddie in alternating parts. Meet cutes, dating.

May

Blurb: werewolf senses are tingling (590 words)

steve & eddie's scents head canon

Oneshot: cathedrals (1.8k) - could be a stand alone, if you're not into the OG series hit me like a hook of the right

In the cathedrals of New York and Rome / There is a feeling that you should just go home past actor s.h. x reader/oc

Series: in the woods somewhere (7.6k words, as of writing)

everything was fine. you had it all handled. and then eddie just had to go and run his mouth. to harrington, of all people. ("you woke up on his doorstep!" / "that is neither here nor there, edward.") werewolf fic makes it's debut.

June

Blurb: rumored nights & the rendezvous (752 words)

a prep-school princess and cuntycountry club queen always gets what she wants High school, one night stand, King Steve antics

Blurb: Caught in the Throes (552 words); a Crawl Til Dawn installment

Were you praying at the Lares shrine? || He supposes it could've gone better. winter soldier AU.

Blurb: dragon steve (102 words)

constellations of gold adorn his skin, glimmering in the fading light. he eyes you up and down, with a veiled interest borne of the aristocracy.

Blurb: pornstar steve (337 words)

Steve’s big break was because he was a last minute replacement for a guy who canceled a job the day before filming. bts porn, origins of 'Hung Harrington.'

Oneshot: none 😔

Series: Through Me - Justice (8.5k words)

The world is of but men and beasts, and you cower to none. Soulmate Triad Constantine AU.

July

Blurb: once, twice, three times a lady (224 words)

“So how many times was it then?” hangover & eddie the nuisance.

Oneshot: none

Series: none

Other: dragon steve mb

Of course, she wakes the dragon.

Other: dragon eddie mb

Love always wakes the dragon.

August

Blurb: pornstar eddie (351 words)

and yeah, he may have been up since 4 a.m. that day and a little surly upon arrival. but by the time the scene wraps, he can’t wipe the smile from his face or stop the spring in his step. bts porn, feat. smug eddie

Oneshot: answer July— ah, said July— (4.7k words)

The soft pad of your index finger trails down the scar of his jaw, lingering there as you smile, a little different from before. Softer, somehow. As if it’s just for him. Summersong Request-athon for "July, July!" from Meg; eddie x reader.

Series: in the woods somewhere - bisclavret (5.8k words)

and here he thought he’d hit the bricks when it came to library visits. werewolf fic.

wouldn't know where to start (1k words)

It was nearing sundown as he drove into the small town. Soft summer winds blew through the wheat fields, bending the golden stalks as if it were an ocean of glimmering sunlight. storm chaser steve.

September

Blurb: river for your spring mouth (1.2k words)

He could’ve passed for human if not for his sublime beauty and skin speckled with starfall. dragon eddie & "Starwatcher" for Summersong Request-athon.

Oneshot: buried the bright edge deep (3.2k words)

Dustin, decidedly, is not faring well. Summersong Request-athon for "Burial Ground" from Somna; eddie-centric.

Series: summer soldier, sunshine patriot from aim low, aim true (wip, on-going)

every war story is a love story, but never in the way you’d expect. WWII AU; e.m. x reader/oc & s.h. x reader/oc

October

Blurb: nada

Oneshot: zip

Series: zilch

November

Blurb: never quite as it seems (?k words)

Oneshot: vena amoris (2.5k words)

“Ritchie Rich,” You’d said with a smile, “Voting solely for your interests or ready to join the proletariat with the rest of us?” Trust fund college era s.h.

Series: whatever's still to come - i. (1.7k words)

piercing like a golden arrow, laving like a tongue. Past lives, reincarnation AU.

Series: give you my wild (1.1k words, as of writing)

Richard Thomas Harrington didn’t hold much stock in the trivialities of faith— prayer, destiny, whatever you call it, and they did not deter him along life’s path. Kid fic, past s.h. x oc Sloane Schuyler

December:

Blurb: mechanic eddie (?k words)

something about eddie working the air pressure line at the mechanic’s shop during the first cold snap of the year. Meet cute

Oneshot: all is calm (1.6k words)

the first time, it was an accident. the second time? a coincidence. but the third time… well, unfortunately it’s a habit. s.h. x reader, FWB holiday edition

Series: choicless hope in grief - I. Kairos (4k words, as of writing)

someone has to tell the tale, even if it doesn’t turn out well. it’s one we already know: you will die. in fact, you’re already dead, have been since the beginning. but maybe, it’ll turn out different in the end. Mythological retelling, e.m. x reader, angst

Series: twice as many stars (?k words, as of writing)

Steve Harrington is man who has nothing but time. No, really. Leaving nothing except a vague note, his daughter slips into the past with only a familiar token for an anchor. His busted watch gives him a hint as to the when and where of it all, but does little to calm his nerves.

Or

In order to piece together the present, you have to rewrite the past. Time travel, fix-it, kid fic, Harrington reader

[aanoia]

can I request a Remus Lupin imagine to Lover by Taylor Swift

happy to oblige, hope you love it!

Lover

Remus Lupin x reader words; 1,428 song; Lover by T Swizzle warnings; none i dont think my masterlist hehehe he's so cute i'm gonna be so fr with y'all, writing is the only thing keeping me from having a big mental breakdown so smiles :) if you love a song, the marauders, and my writing, request a song fic and your wish shall be my command. ENJOYYY

We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January

And this is our place, we make the rules

“It’s closer to Easter than it is Christmas, why is your tree still up?” Lily asked, eyeing our cat who was playing with the bells hanging on the lower branches of the Christmas tree.

“Because Christmas is superior and deserves recognition all year.” I explained, glancing at my boyfriend who laughed with his friends. “And it makes Remus happy.”

And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you dear

Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years?

“Oh, and I got you multiple candles because I know how much anxiety you get burning candles because you don’t wanna “waste” them, so I bought like, five so you didn't have to worry about that.” Remus said as he unpacked the grocery sack, pulling out the assortment of candles he bought.

I looked at Remus with a lovesick smile, “I’ve never told you about that.” I said quietly and he paused to look me in the eye.

“You didn’t have to. I know you.”

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

“Okay, Moony, are you ready to g- what the fuck?” James said as he walked through our apartment door, Sirius and Peter trailing behind him.

“Oh, wow, Moons, looks like you got a leech.” Sirius commented, walking into the kitchen and raiding our cupboards.

“I was ready, but then she attached herself to me and she won’t let go.” Remus explained, rubbing my back softly as I clung onto him.

“You can’t take him.” I mumbled, my voice being muffled by his shirt and James laughed. “I’m serious, I need him.”

“Actually, I’m Sirius.” Sirius said, walking out of the kitchen with a spoon and a jar of peanut butter.

“Fuck you.” 

Sirius scoffed, “Rude.”

“C’mon, love, it’s only for a weekend.” Remus said and I just held on tighter.

“Nope. I’m a crazy obsessive bitch and you can’t go.”

“At least she’s self aware.” Sirius said as he left the house, stealing our peanut butter.

And ah, take me out, and take me home

You're my, my, my, my

Lover

“Sh, you’re okay now.” I soothed gently as Remus panted, the cuts across his body red and angry. I carefully wiped away dirt and blood and bandaged up his words, all the while talking quietly to him to calm his mind. “It’s all done, Rem, you’re okay.” I whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, he closed his eyes and almost instantly let sleep take over. I sighed and walked into the living room. “Rough night?” I asked the three boys and they nodded.

“It’s been getting worse lately.” James said, revealing the large cut on his upper arm.

“Well, everything will be alright. Let’s not worry him.”

We could let our friends crash in the living room

This is our place, we make the call

“Take your shoes off on my damn couch, Sirius Black.” I scolded as I walked out of the kitchen, a bowl of popcorn in my hand.

“My bad, your majesty.” he said and took his shoes off, throwing them at my legs.

“I don’t like you.”

“You love me.”

“Nuh uh.”

“Hello, love.” Remus interrupted, grabbing the popcorn from me and placing a kiss on my cheek.

“Hello, Rem.”

“What are we gonna watch?” Peter asked from his fort on the floor and James stuck his head out of it, opening his mouth and signaling Sirius to throw him a piece.

“Ooo!” I said excitedly, turning to Remus who already knew what I was going to suggest. “Can we watch-”

“Love and Pain and the Whole Damn Thing?” We said in sync and I laughed with a nod.

“We’ve watched literally every time we’ve had a slumber party.” James said with a frown and his wife threw a pillow at him.

“It’s a great movie, James.” Lily scolded.

And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you

I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all

“Six, oo, seven.” I counted quietly and Remus snorted.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“Counting, duh.”

“Well, yes, but what are you counting?”

I glanced at Remus, “The amount of people who look at you and do a double take, which obviously means they think you’re cute, which I wouldn’t blame them to be honest.”

“That’s cool. Sucks for them though, yeah?”

“Why?”

Remus paused and grabbed my arm, making me come to a halt. He smiled and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “Because I’m all yours.”

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

“Y/n, you are the love that came without warning; you had my heart before I could say no.” Remus recited to his friends.

“That is the cheesiest thing on Earth.” Sirius commented but James hit his arm.

“I think she’ll love it, and that makes it even cheesier.” He said with a nod and Remus smiled gently.

And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever)

You're my, my, my, my

Lover

“Will you marry me?” Remus asked, finishing his speech that brought wet tears to my eyes.

“Yes, Rem, yes I will. Of course I will.” I whispered and he put the ring on my finger before standing up and throwing his arms around me. He spun me around in the air and set me down to plant a fat kiss on my lips, joy radiating off him.

Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand?

With every guitar string scar on my hand

I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover

“Do you, Y/n, take this man, Remus, to be your lawfully wedded husband?” The priest asked and I smiled at Remus, wiping a stray tear off his cheek.

“I do.”

“And do you, Remus, take this woman, Y/n, to be your lawfully wedded wife?” 

Remus nodded, “I do.”

My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue

All's well that ends well to end up with you

Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover

The priest nodded with a smile, “You may kiss the bride.” Whoops and hollers filled the air as our lips met, the loudest coming from Sirius, James, and Peter who were off to the side. I smiled into the kiss, happy to finally be tied to Remus - which also means his best friends - for the rest of our lives.

And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me

And at every table, I'll save you a seat, lover

“Y/n/n-” A small voice said and I looked down to see a five year old Harry pulling gently on my dress.

“Ah, my favorite boy.” I said and bent down to pick him up. “How are you, little man?” 

“I good.” He smiled wide, placing a wet kiss on my cheek and I laughed. “Uncle Remmy said to give you a kiss.”

I looked up at my husband who winked at me with a smile, “How kind of him. Can you go tell him it’s almost time for cake?” I said and Harry nodded as I set him down. He immediately began running to Remus as fast as his little legs would let him, an angry expression on his face with his teeth bared and little growls coming from his throat. 

Remus laughed as Harry whispered in his ear. He stood up and immediately made his way over.

“I assume you did not tell Harry that you wanted to meet me in the bedroom?” He said with a smirk and my eyes widened.

“What?!”

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever)

“Ah, Paris, the city of love.” I sighed dreamily and Remus laughed.

“You are my city of love.” He said and I furrowed my brows.

“That makes zero sense.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

“It makes sense to me.”

“You’re weird.”

“Are you sure?”

“Extra positive.”

You're my, my, my, my

Oh, you're my, my, my, my

Darling, you're my, my, my, my

I smiled at Remus and looked in his eyes as we laid together on the bed.

“You’re beautiful.” He whispered and my smile grew.

“You’re beautifuller.”

“You’re beautifulest.”

“You’re beautifullerest.”

Remus snorted, “That’s definitely not a word.”

I winked, “I’d beg to differ, Mr. Beautifullerest.”

Lover

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