#anyway an owl just scared the shit out of me

[travelingthief]

“What does it mean if an owl swoops down in front of me? Is it a sign?”

Bro it means you need to fuckin RUN and get out of her territory.

[bread--quest]

It's 2012 somewhere. Welcome.... to Night Vale Tumblr.

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Hi guys! I'm Intern Sarah! Excited to be joining you all!

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To the friends and family of Intern Sarah, she was a good intern and social media manager, and we are sorry to see her go. We will work to find a new intern as soon as possible.

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CALL OUT POST FOR CECIL PALMER

hes gotten away with shit for too long and im sick of it. tl;dr horrific intern mistreatment with no compensation, mountain denier, homophobic

keep reading

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Hey uh. Aren't you a company account? Why are you posting this

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L + ratio + god forbid women do anything + your music taste is trash

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Isn't Cecil literally gay?

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he's homophobic

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he has a husband...

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yeah and he won't fucking shut up about it

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Carlos hasn't liked any of my woodcarving posts in THREE DAYS!! I'm so scared what if he's going to break up with me :((

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Cecil he's your husband he's not breaking up with you. also this isn't a private blog you just put private in the url

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HOW DID YOU SEE THIS

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tamika flynn spotted in ralph's dairy aisle "slaying" the milk

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op i know this is a joke but one time i was in the ralphs dairy aisle and there was some butter up on a really high shelf and someone said "don't worry, i'll get it" and i turned around and it was fucking tamika flynn

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fake story :/

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No it's true I was there

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TAMIKA FLYNN??

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what the fuck is happening on my post

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can you guys please stop sending cecil weird shit... i don't want to have to explain to my boss what a dilf is

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Hey guys!! Sorry for the lack of posts recently! I entered a hole in the wall and when I got out I realized I didn't know how long I'd been in there, or where I was, or who I am, and I'm not sure that I'm still the person who entered that hole however long ago. Anyway, the normal posting schedule will resume as soon as I remember what my normal posting schedule was, and if I'm still the person who had that posting schedule!

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omg mariella!!! missed u so much girl glad ur back!

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i miss me too

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😎 Anonymous asked: Response to the homophobic allegations?

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Huh??

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@nvcr-official What does this mean? Is it new slang?

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uhhhh dont worry about it buddy

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hey guys im in quarantine for eating wheat and wheat byproducts uh...send asks?? i might be in here for a while lmaooo

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oh lights in the sky its been 5 years since i made this post

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how's it going op

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i miss my family

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hey if anyone remembers anything about the person running this blog can you tell me? trying to recover the fragments of my identity from the void of memory lol

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you were really hot

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FUCK YEAHHHHHH

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just a reminder that new residents of east night vale are fully welcome to interact with this blog!!!! you will not be harassed and any hate will be blocked. this blog is safe even if this town isn't sometimes <3

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This is so sweet, thank you so much! Just so you know, even though it's officially called East Night Vale now, a lot of people still call it Desert Bluffs! Just thought you might want to know :)

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i'm not calling it that sorry

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What??? Why??

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just kind of sucks. as a name

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?????????

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what does this mean....

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another great post from huntokar herself

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[patchiko]

Jason 100% comes with scary guard dog privilages, so with that being said what would be some things that would genuinely make him mad/protective over his s/o? Idk if he'd immediately deck a catcaller in the face, but it's hot beefy protective bf hourssss. I also feel like he'd be all moody and salty afterwards because how dare anyone disrespect his s/o.

HAAWTT BEEFFFYYY PROOTTTTECCCCTIVVVEEEEEE BFFF HOUURRSSS HEJEHDJSHEHHE.

I don’t think he’d immediately deck a catcaller HOWEVER i’m a “Jason Todd is a nerd” truther so i think he’d verbally berate tf out of a guy. IN THE MOST WITTY WAY POSSIBLE TOO. LOWK EMBARRASS TF OUT OF THEM

hawt beefy protective bf!jason todd hcs HEHEHEHEH

*slurping noises and then i snort a little too* (sorry)

as soon as it happens this mans neck is cracking like a god damn OWL bro.

the side eye is almost FANTASTICAL bro.

Witty remarks to the max

yall ever kno that one girl who can make the creative, unimaginable, yet perfect remarks.

yeah jason todd like that. i can feel it.

“The guy who looks like the personification of mustard is talking right now?”

HDODBDKDN ANYWAY back to u anon

The first thing that would set him off is ANYTHING sexual.

Touching his s/o IS Jason immediately decking /getting physical with the catcaller,

he’s grabbing n’ slamming them against the nearest surface and threatening the FUCK out of their ass.

Even sexual verbal remarks will set him the fuck off

He’d curse someone out fosho

scare someone away with words, not even threats bro

AND HE DOES GET ALL HOT AND SASSY AFTER.

He’s a little pouty, arms all crossed, he just wanna go home

I don’t think he’d wanna talk to anyone besides his s/o after

he doesn’t even want the possibility of getting even more annoyed cos he’d tweak out jussst a little.

jason todd so the type to silently think to himself some shit like ‘im so ready to chop your head off its kinda crazy to me.” and just be standing there so quietly pissed off.

AN HE’D FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF HIS S/O AFTERWARD—💥🔫

[padfootagain]

Only an Almost (XIV)

Chapter 14: Heartbreak

Hi! Here comes a new chapter!

Alright, buckle up! We’re up for a wild ride! We are reaching the heights of the angsty mess, from this chapter all the way to chapter 17. Is our girl going to be an asshole? Yes, I’m afraid she’s about to fuck up big time...

Apologies for all the damage that is about to be made in this chapter.

It’s also the first chapter I wrote for this fic! It all started with this mess…

I hope you’ll like this chapter! Please, tell me what you think!

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Pairing: Hozier x fem!reader, friends with benefits AU

Warning: No explicit smut or nsfw content, but there are sexual themes and heavy make-out sessions (it’s a friends with benefits AU, I can’t really escape it), so 18+ only!

Summary: Andrew has been in love with you for years, and yet he has never confessed his feelings. But a night out celebrating the engagement of his best friend changes everything. However, you don't seem ready to be with him just yet. You make him an offer that he can't refuse... but will certainly regret.

Word Count : 3450

Masterlist for the series – Hozier’s Masterlist – Main Masterlist

It was 11pm, which was early for a night owl such as Andrew, but late for his friends. Neither Sam nor Daphne were nocturnal creatures, and so Andrew answered his phone in a hurry when Sam’s name appeared on the screen. Something had to be wrong. He suddenly wondered where he had put his car keys, in case he needed to leave in a hurry.

“Hello? Andy? It’s me. It’s Sam.”

“Yeah, I know, are you alright?” he asked with worry making his voice deeper than usual, pausing the tv-show he was watching, lounging on his comfortable sofa.

“Yeah, yeah…”

“It’s 11pm, is there something wrong? Is Daphne okay?”

“What? Oh, no! Don’t worry, we’re both fine!”

Andrew heaved a relieved sigh.

“God, don’t scare the shit out of me like that ever again…”

“Did I wake you? I thought you never went to sleep before dawn.”

“Vampires tend to do that indeed.”

“Whose blood did you drink this week?”

Andrew wanted to answer, but he heard Daphne pestering Sam about not having much time, and he merely frowned instead.

“Right… sorry, darling…” Sam mumbled through the phone. “Are you alone, Andy?”

“Erm… yes…?”

“Okay, erm… it’s… it’s about Y/N.”

Andrew sat straighter this time.

“Y/N? Is she okay? Did something happen?”

“No, no… I mean… she’s fine, but…”

“For fuck’s sake, Sam! Spit it out! What’s going on?”

“Look I… I know that you said that I couldn’t tell Daphne about you and Y/N… but Y/N told her, so we’ve talked about you two together…”

Andrew rolled his eyes, lying back down, resting his head on the armrest of the couch.

“It’s alright, Sam… I knew you’d break it to her sooner or later anyway.”

“No, Andy… look… have you talked to Y/N lately?”

Andrew frowned.

“Erm… I don’t know… about… three days ago. Why?”

“I think you should talk to her.”

“Why? Sam, what is it?”

There was a short silence, while the couple exchanged a glance, no doubt.

“Daphne thinks she might take a terrible decision,” Sam answered.

“What kind of decision? What are you talking about?”

Andrew was growing annoyed at this game of riddles. If something was wrong, he ought to know what it was…

But even if he insisted some more, Sam refused to speak.

“Just… call her, and tell her you love her. Tell her to choose you.”

“’Choose’ me? What do you mean?”

“Just… do it tomorrow, will you?”

“Alright, alright. I’ll call her tomorrow.”

“Good… good…”

When he hung up, Andrew stared at the ceiling for a while.

Choose me?

Andrew didn’t need to call you the next day. You were the one to call, and ask him if he was free tonight. You didn’t offer an activity, like you usually would: a movie on Netflix, the cinema, a walk, going to the beach, eating together… There was little ambiguity to the reason behind your demand, and Andrew wasn’t sure whether he was flattered or vexed by it.

He warned you that he wanted to talk to you about something tonight though, and you agreed. You had something to ‘discuss’ with him too. His heart dropped as you spoke those words through the phone. It ought to be some kind of bad news. Or maybe not. Maybe he was reading too much into this, and you meant… to talk about the upcoming wedding, or your job, or… something else entirely. He wondered if you knew that he meant to tell you that he felt more for you than what he had let on.

He parked his car in front of your house, but didn’t climb out just yet. First, he ran through his speech one last time.

I know that you are not looking for a relationship at the moment. But I want more than just sex when it comes to you. To us. Our arrangement can’t go on like this. Again, I understand that you are not in a position now where you want to be in a relationship. And that’s okay. If you tell me that you could give us a chance, I will wait for you. I’ll wait until you’re ready, until your job is more stable and you’ve figured things out in your life. I’ll wait until you want a relationship with me. I have feelings for you, feelings that go beyond a casual fling. And that’s the reason why I’m asking you now to give me a chance. To give us a proper chance…

No l-word yet, you might freak out if he used it. But this speech seemed good enough. Short, to the point. He had written six versions of it this morning.

He took a deep breath, before finally climbing out of his car and walking up to your house.

You were quick to unlock your door and welcome him in. You looked lovely tonight. But then, you were always beautiful…

You went through some meaningless chit-chat while Andrew took off his coat and shoes and followed you down the hall to your kitchen.

You offered him tea without asking if he wanted one. It was late afternoon, but not quite dinner time yet. He could have used some alcohol, but it would have been impolite to ask for some, so he thanked you when you handed him his favourite mug with two teabags plunged in warm water. He leaned against your kitchen counter, his back to your tiny window and your sink while you were facing him, a couple of steps away.

“You… you wanted us to talk about something,” Andrew reminded you, taking a sip of the warm beverage. “And I wanted to talk to you too, so… who should start?”

You were growing nervous, the signs were obvious. In your modern kitchen, there was a window above the sink that let in some golden light. The photons embraced your form, in a way that made Andrew’s heart skip a few beats.

You pushed back some hair behind your ear, pulled on the sleeves of your jumper. Andrew frowned at the sight.

“You’re alright? I can start…”

“No, I… I reckon I should start.”

“Okay.”

He was nervous beyond reason and measure. Andrew dried his clammy palms on his jeans, tried to breathe deeply through his nose, but his heart kept on pounding and his stomach was turning into knots…

You stared at each other for a moment, him expectant and you hesitant. He raised an eyebrow as a silent encouragement for you to speak, but you merely bit on your lower lip.

But then you heaved a sigh, crossed the distance between your bodies in a hurry. Andrew barely had time to blink, and you had grabbed him by the collar, pulling him down to you while you rose to your tiptoes so you could slam your lips to his. But kissing you was a habit by now, and a delicious one too. Andrew’s body was reacting on instinct as he kissed you back, messy and passionate and breathtaking. Your teeth bumped into his in your passion, but he didn’t mind. It was easy to deepen the kiss instead, cradle your face in his hands while you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, closer, always closer.

You were making his brain short-circuit, despite the important talk he wanted to have with you. You were everywhere, blurring his senses, making all traces of reason disappear…

Only when he felt your fingers travel down his chest and towards his belt did he stop you, pulling away.

“Wait, wait… stop…”

You immediately took a step back, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“You’re okay?”

“Yeah… yeah… I… look, we… We wanted to talk, like… I think we should, erm, talk before we…”

“Or we can have sex, and talk after that.”

“Is that wise?”

“Do we really need to be wise?”

It was tempting. Too tempting to resist. God, he couldn’t think about anything else but your lips, how inviting they looked, how he wanted to kiss your neck too, he could feel his fingers tickle at the thought of touching all these places of your body, entire landscapes of bare skin…

He blinked a couple of times, struggled to swallow, trying to calm down. But blood was pulsing in his ears, and when he tried to remember his carefully-crafted speech, he couldn’t remember a word…

Fuck all of this…

“Alright,” he nodded. “But we talk tonight… cause it’s important…”

“Deal. Deal. Can I kiss you now?”

“Yes… God, yes, please… please, kiss me…”

You were back in his arms in a second, hands in his hair at first, while his travelled along your frame, from chest to hips and arse, feeling your shape through your clothes. You detached your lips from his to take his hand and guide him to your bedroom.

“We should get dressed to talk,” Andrew proposed, his breathing finally settling back into a regular rhythm.

He threw his condom away in the tiny bean next to the door of your bathroom. He grabbed his underwear as he walked back to your bed and handed you your large jumper.

“You’re too beautiful not to be distracting,” he chuckled, only half-joking, while you put on the piece of garment he was giving you.

He noticed how you looked away, how you seemed uncomfortable, all of a sudden. Instead of joining you in bed once more, Andrew sat down on the edge of the mattress, right next to you.

“So… who should begin?” he asked, voice soft and a little timid. “I… like… actually, I think I should…”

“Andy, I… I think you should get dressed.”

He frowned at that remark, or rather… he frowned at the tone you used. Cold and distant, whispered, and your eyes were still fleeing his.

“Why? Am I distracting too?” he asked with a charming smile, forcing a chuckle out. But you didn’t laugh, merely brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear.

Andrew’s nervous smile soon crumbled.

“Right,” he let out in a breath, blushing hard now, heart racing.

He grabbed his undershirt, slowly put it on while trying to swallow back the lump in his throat.

“Look, I… We should talk about… this arrangement of ours…” he started, but you interrupted him, blurting out words he wasn’t expecting so fast he second-guessed if he had heard you right.

“We need to stop sleeping together.”

He was half-bent to grab his pants when you spoke. He froze, looking up at you, cursing at his long hair when it fell before his eyes and hid you away. He stood back up in a jolt.

“What?”

“We… we need to stop this arrangement. Things have changed.”

And all of a sudden there was hope again, brighter than a sun and blinding every bit of reason in him… And he fell for it. No matter the odds, he fell for it, flew straight to it like a moth ready to be burned at the pyre of your flames…

“Right… things have changed for me too. So, actually, I do think that we need to change things between us…”

“I have a date next week.”

He froze again. Stared at you, too stunned to say a thing, too stunned to protest or ask any question or even comprehend what you were saying.

“I… I have a date with a coworker, Maggie. Next week. So… we should stop this… We said we would if we wanted to try something with someone else…”

A date? Next week? Maggie?

You… you wanted to date again… just… not him…

“But… we’ve just had sex,” breathed Andrew.

It sounded stupid and he knew it, and yet these were the only words he could summon now. The first that came to mind, the only protest he could find.

There were too many emotions all at once. It felt… like falling… falling forever… like the ground being stolen from under his feet. He had no air left in his lungs, and he had forgotten how to breathe.

“Yeah… it wasn’t planned. But I… I just… Maybe I shouldn’t have done that…”

His lip trembled, but his cheeks were still dry.

You were regretting him now?

“I think I just… wanted one last moment with you. Before we’d stop and I would date someone else.”

“So… you… you have a date?”

“Yes, I have a date with Maggie.”

“What do you mean, you have a date with Maggie? Who the fuck is Maggie?”

Andrew stared at you as he was about to cry, and he couldn’t help it. He blinked tears away, but they lingered at the edges of his eyes, ready to fall at your words.

“She’s nice. She works at HR, she’s a secretary. She asked me out, and… I don’t know, I said yes. So… I think we should stop this arrangement.”

“Oh…”

At long last, the information was being recorded in his brain. Andrew shook himself back to earth, turned around, fleeing you and your beautiful eyes, hurrying to put his trousers back on. He almost fell in the process, already looking for his shirt. He felt so exposed like this, so vulnerable, so flawed…

You were going on a date… with someone else… because you didn’t want to date him… he was the fucking problem. He was all along…

“I just… it was… good.”

He nodded, but didn’t let out a sound.

He couldn’t look at you. He would start crying if he did. He needed to run away as fast as he could…

“And she’s nice, you know? And… just… easy. Not like, easy to sleep with, but…”

“I understand.”

Of course, he did. Same argument all over again. And he couldn’t blame you, how could he?

But what if he dropped everything? What if he stopped touring? Stopped the whole music thing?

He thought about what you looked like right now, perfect and dishevelled and still gently glowing after the efforts of love-making. Absolutely perfect. Yeah… yeah… You deserved better than him, no matter the touring or the staying…

“Andy… are you angry?”

He didn’t answer. He couldn’t start acknowledging his feelings now. He would start crying if he did.

Where the fuck was his sock?

“I loved the nights we had together,” you went on, apparently unaware of the daggers each of your words planted through his heart, and for the first time in the long years the two of you had known each other, he wanted to stop hearing your voice.

You seemed to need to fill up the silence that Andrew was trying to maintain. Perhaps it was a way to reach out, perhaps it was a way to keep him at bay. He wasn’t certain about that.

“It was nice.”

Where was that fucking sock?!

“Andy?”

He put on his jumper, abandoning the thought of his black sock. He couldn’t lose any more time, he couldn’t breathe properly anymore…

“You’re okay? Can you say something?”

Silence. Only the rubbing of fabric against fabric as Andrew was getting ready to leave. He only had to grab his shoes and jacket in your hallway.

“Andy, wait!”

But he was already outside of your bedroom.

“You can’t be mad at me! We agreed about this, Andy! We agreed that… that… this was nothing but sex! It didn’t mean anything.”

He was blinded by tears when he reached for your doorknob, unlocking the door without seeing the keys he was turning in the lock.

“Andy! Where are you going? Stop! We need to talk about this!”

He shrugged you off when you reached for him.

“Andy!”

But then he was shutting the door behind him, his movement so harsh it shook the doorframe. He hurried to his car while he dried his eyes, refusing to crumble now, in the alley leading to your house.

He drove blindly, unaware of a destination, of a will behind the turns he took and the roads he chose. The words kept ringing in his ears, he couldn’t shut them out, they played on repeat in his busy mind…

This was nothing but sex.

It didn’t mean anything.

Did it not? The way you touched him, the way you kissed him, the way you held him… did it not mean something?!

His hold tightened on the wheel. His jaw clenched until it was painful, until he could hear it.

Nothing. The tenderness in your touch, the fondness in your gaze, the sighs on your lips. The way you held him after it was done, like you needed him to land again gently on the ground, like you held onto a dream before it faded. How you stared into his soul when you connected in the most intimate way possible. How you laughed together until none of you could breathe, how you talked for hours about the most meaningless things and the most intimate parts of your lives. How you let him be yours, how you almost let yourself be his…

Only an almost…

He parked the car before a house he had always called home, and it was only then that he realised where he was. He stared at the familiar door of his parents’ house, the curtains behind the windows, the light that came through them.

So, you had let him love you, and it meant nothing at all?

He turned off the engines, stared at the house for a suspended moment. What would he do now? He couldn’t possibly face you again after this. He was about to lose you for good; because after having a taste of what loving you felt like, he couldn’t go back to being a mere friend. No… no, he wasn’t strong enough for that. For seeing you happy with someone else, knowing that you held him close for a moment only to let him go, because he wasn’t enough.

He picked up his phone, ready to do something stupid, something he would regret the second his thumb would press send. He typed the text under your name.

If I gave up on touring, if I stayed home… would you give me a chance? Would I be enough if I weren’t just a ghost?

He heaved a sigh, resting his head against his seat, head tilted upwards in his exhale. He blinked tears away, staring at the dark ceiling of his car.

Did you really feel nothing now? Did it not hurt at all for you? Not even a little bit? Not at all?

Andrew didn’t press send. He deleted the text, opened the door, climbed out of the car and into the street bathed in an inky darkness and orange streetlights. His feet guided him to the safest place on Earth while he tugged his phone into his pocket. His right foot was hurting in his shoe without a sock on. He didn’t even notice.

It took his mother a moment to open the door, nothing surprising at this hour. She saw him through the glass of the backdoor, and her eyes grew round. Andrew finally noticed he was crying.

The door opened in a hurry, bumping into Raine’s foot in the process.

“Andy? Honey, what’s wrong? Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

His lower lip trembled as he stared at his mother, hands digging further into his pockets, nervously shifting his weight from one foot to the other. His throat was too tight to speak.

“Honey, what’s wrong? Tell me. Tell me what’s wrong?”

She narrowed her eyes a little as she guessed, aiming straight for his heart.

“Is it Y/N?”

He opened his mouth to answer but all that he could let out was a sob. His legs were shaking, he could feel all of his strength leaving his body. He barely registered his own moevements as he bent into his mother’s arms, folding around her frame.

“Oh, Andy… here, it’s alright. It’s gonna be okay, darling. It’s okay. I’m here, I’m here…”

She rubbed his back, in this soothing movement that had never failed to appease him ever since he was a child. His voice was a hoarse whisper when he let out the most painful words he had ever pronounced.

“She doesn’t love me, mom. She doesn’t feel anything… What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do without her?”

She let him cry for a moment longer, his father calling from the living room to know who was at the door. Raine merely answered with her son’s name, and gently pushed him upwards so he would stand straighter again.

“Well, for a start, I’m going to make you a cup of tea, with a lot of honey. And then, we’ll figure out the rest.”

[shugar0cone]

“Are we bad people”

-summary-

A y/n x Alastor story where they where the killers Alastor was reporting. Oh and y/n is questioning it.

About a month ago I found out my husband was the killer he obsessed about. My reaction was dumb except for throwing up from the realization on his deer meat being off. I could not believe what I seen but at the same time I knew deep deep down he was it, but i could not come to the term of it. I loved my husband more deep than I should have.

“Alastor?” I looked at him, I never had fear over this man, sure he could kill me but if he wanted too he could, we slept in the same bed for Christ sake. “Yes, my dear.” He was digging the hole for Mr.Johnson, he cheated on his wife when he was on a business trip, too much fat to get real proteins out of him. “Why.” I really had to think of how to word this. He was bi polar snapping from the Alastor I know to the Alastor of the night in the shed. “Why, do we murder.” He stopped his shovel. I tensed, my screams couldn’t be heard this far out, animals would eat me in seconds, and if I ran fuck what am I saying mans got legs of a giraffe. I held alastors shot gun, I was scared, for the first time in my life. The owls stoped hooting, crickets went silent. “Darling.” I snapped out of my thoughts. “We kill the bad people.” I thought about it, he was right. We killed from the whores to child abusers. We did kill the bad, but does that make us good?

Surprise surprise we both ended up in hell. I constantly thought about that night. The night of why, why we killed. Maybe now it’s different, for him it’s power, fear, and entertainment. I just wanted to punish the bad. I was feared as much as AL, having a small area in the pentagram. It was the cleanest and most organized area anyone who disobeyed and called out they met with ME, then never was seen again.

It was late one night. I watched over my people or citizens I don’t know how to put it. Deep in thought, wondering what I’ll do for this, that, and more normal overloard shit.

“Darling why all the sulking!” He popped up out of nowhere I was used to it by this point. “I’m not sulking hun.” I pushed my hair back. “Just.” I breathed out. “Watching the devil ducks fly or..” I cut down twords two ducks fight the other bitting its head off. “What ever those freaks do.” I laughed. “Ah.” He stood right next to me. “I hate it when ya lie, darling.” He got frustrated. “I know you.” He said laughing. He grabbed my chin, looking at me. His eyes made contact with mine, I looked down ashamed of what I’m going to say

“Are we the bad people…”

A/N: Wow! I like this honestly it’s hard bc I’m used to putting oc’s names and not y/n and some might be vague anyways thanks for reading hun!

-Shugar

[lowkeyrobin]

hello:))

been loving ur mcyt preferences, and was wondering if you would do one where reader has insomnia???

I take medication for it and i got took off it for a break UGHH. anyways luv ur writing and take ur time plz:))

ooooo okay!! ; and thank you thank you, I appreciate it 🫶🫶🫶

MCYT ; insomniac/night owl

includes ; tommyinnit, ranboo, badlinu, nihachu, & quackity

warnings ; language, sleep paralysis, jokes about OD'ing (melatonin)

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

genuinley feels so bad bc the second he closes his eyes, he's passed the hell out

he'll try and stay awake with you though and wait for the melatonin or just sleep in general to kick in

"if you're too tired to work, then don't. go back to sleep, don't worry about it"

compares you to tubbo 24/7

will bring you cherries and some milk because natural melatonin ❗️❗️

sometimes he'll try and stay awake with you and turn a movie on and he'll just pass out on your shoulder

you'll walk into his stream after sleeping until like 5 in the evening and quietly wave with a groggy look on your face

he laughs (in a very lighthearted way dw)

"y/nnnnn I know you're tired but we gotta go before we miss it"

"I'm coming, I'm coming"

you're basically just a night owl, like his personal guard dog lmao

he'll joke about it a bit too, how you're protecting him in the dark from the monsters 😭

RANBOO

he can and will stay up all night with you

mostly plays video games with you in hopes you'll get tired that way

which works a bit

does insane amounts of research, gets you eating all sorts of natural melatonin before bed and even gets you like children's melatonin gummies 💀💀

"do you have a sleep paralysis demon? are you just scared to sleep?"

"I just cannot sleep, I just toss and turn all night, I swear to god"

one of those people to do endless amounts of research to try and help

"do you wanna go to the doctor and get a prescription or something? maybe it'll help"

tweeting/posting about dumb shit you do at night

"y/n made a whole loaf of bread overnight someone send help"

"tell me why I woke up this morning to my partner staring into my soul holy shit"

FREDDIE BADLINU

also feels rlly bad that he can't help you

also brings you cherries, bananas and milk for natural melatonin in hopes it'll help a bit

will genuinley take you to a doctor to get you a prescription or something

also tweets about the shit you do while he's asleep overnight

"guys y/n picked up crocheting overnight wth"

"love when my partner wakes me up at 5am for breakfast because it was going cold 🥰 (they started cooking at 3:30am)

he can't stay up too late most days, he's a busy man

he feels so bad if you're sleeping through the whole day, he barely ever wakes you up bc he knows you're tired

"love, go back to sleep, you were up all night, I'll call you in sick, don't worry about it"

he strays away from od jokes when you're taking melatonin gummies/pills but sometimes he just has to say it

if you have a sleep paralysis demon as well, yk damn well he'll find his way into your dreams and beat the bitch up

if you can't sleep but he can, he'll just hold you and hope that you'll sleep soon

you'll usually sit there and play with his hair and admire him til you gotta get up and do something

NIKI NIHACHU

like ranboo, she puts in endless research of just trying to find things that might help you

she feels so bad

especially when you're sleeping all through the day and feel groggy as hell 24/7

if you have a paralysis demon she always reassures you that she'll beat it up for you next time it comes around

anything to make you smile bro

she's so sweet about it, if you're sleeping she makes sure to keep it quiet because this is one of the rare chances when you're sleeping

if you go multiple days without sleep and start tweaking out, she'll comfort you to sleep, doesn't matter how long it'll take

"It's okay, honey. it's okay, just focus on the rain sounds outside"

dedicated a whole kinda calm music playlist to help you sleep/relax yourself

finds it so funny when you do shit during the night to try and entertain yourself and it's the most random shit

like you'll go out and feed stray cats, accidently steal a shopping cart, fight the air and record it, etc

sleepy on stream hugs >>>

"well good morning, sunshine. its seven pm"

ALEX QUACKITY

"bro how do you not sleep"

if you got a sleep paralysis demon.... oh it's over for that mf

tweets about the dumb exhausted shit you do

"how do I turn y/n off at bedtime? I'm tired of waking up to see them staring into my soul"

"I love waking up to breakfast (I've been woken up at 4am for the past 2 weeks help me rn)"

thinks it's funny and sad at the same time when you start tweaking after not sleeping

"bro, go to sleep, cmon, it's okay, you're fine" as he's trying not to laugh at you

literally stuffs you with melatonin around 7:30 to see if it'll help LMAO

even talks on stream about how he's gonna fight the demons and pretends whoever he's fighting w is one LMAO

loves when you walk into stream all groggy and tired because he can finally spend a little time w you

[hendrixthepolitesnake]

Shitpost

(heres a shitpost since I don't update a lot)

Giyuu definitely is the type not to talk to you but he be watching you from a distance I actually feel like he would just sit quietly in your room while you sleep and you don't even know his ass is there 💀 like he just likes your presence

Shinobu on the other acts how she is in the anime but like she'd probably come into your room in the middle of the night your knocked out cold from the sleep pill she put in your tea I feel like she'd rub your brown skin because she loves it 😶

Misturi she is a very shy but bright person but I'd definitely see her just stalking you or finding ways to see you all the time like girl I know you love m/n but damn Obanai real life would probably killed us by now but anyway she definitely gives you mochi with cute but creepy little notes 😀

Rengoku he's literally like a fucking owl seriously like his eyes just be staring in yo soul like damn nigga blink 😭I know he be smiling like he just tickled ya bootyhole and you didn't know like it's funny af 💀 and don't let me get started I bet when he kisses you on your brown skin or lips he's say umai! Every damn second

Sanemi he's The type to always have a aditude but when you actually ingore him and act like he's not there he's butt hurt like you know what you are doing too he's all in your lap trying to get your attention and you just like 👨🏿‍🦯 reading your book ☠️

Tengen oh this mf is freaky you could be doing the most innocent shit in the world and he thinks you want fuck or sum shit like boy if you don't go to your damn hot ass wives stop being freaky for once lmao he'd definitely try to make you hard so he has a reason to get fucked or something maybe even trying to bribe you using jewelry 😶

Gyōmei man I love this big giant but low-key he's scary at night like imagine you dead sleep comfortable as hell then you hear some deep as praying I know damn well I'd probably be scared as fuck thinking it's my sleep paralysis demon 😭

Yoriichi he's the definition of nonchalant like damn can't even get no love fr but gets all jealous and shit when you talk to someone or hug a friend like wasn't you just ignoring me tf 🧐how is that possible like bitch u thought you didn't care? Then here we go now you wanna be all possessive like wtf 🧍🏿‍♂️

(I'm sorry but I don't want to do the uppermoons and muzan dawg 😭 take it or leave it ☠️)

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☆ new-do? | ★ trent alexander-arnold , reader | drabble, not beta read

you woke up, the time reached 03:45 in the morning. trent notified you that he would be arriving soon, but he didn't state when was soon. being the late night owl you are you get up and do something productive.

it's hard to sleep without trent, you'd look over to your side and see him sleeping like a baby; it was adorable. you both were quite opposite, trent preferred the daytime and you preferred on night-time. you got up and headed over to the kitchen, because why not? wasting time and just staying up was a priority.

you opened the fridge and squinted your eyes. you left it opened so it could be a light source for you without you actually having to open the light. you walked over to the cabinet a grabbed yourself a bag of microwaved popcorn.

you removed the plastic and put it in the microwave for a good 4-5 minutes. your eyes remained on the time, reaching close to 30 seconds. the popping sounds were soothing.

your eyelids started to become heavy, almost asleep the timer beeped indicating that it was done. getting your snack you exited the kitchen, you felt a hand on your shoulder, you flinched causing you to drop your bag. luckily your didn't popcorn scatter.

"i did karate class" you said, grabbing the wrist of the individual. "calm down" a familiar voice spoke, trent. you turned around facing him, "shit, trent. you scared me", the other laughed, "i see"

you turned the lights on to see him better, and oh..–oh? you looked at his head, what once used to be messy, dreadlocs are now cornrows.

"when did this happen?"

"what happened?" he asked perplexed, "your hair, the cornrows" "oh, i got them done for fashion week? remember i flew out to paris?"

"oh, right"

"so...do you like them?" he said, giving you puppy eyes, with a glimmer of content gosh, those brown eyes. you can't resist them. you just wanted to embrace him right then and there.

"yes, they suit you. i like them."he smiled at you, and gave you a hug.

"uh, why were you up? wanted to give you a proper surprise.." "you did, i was surprised. in shock." you said, making a gasping sound, "very shocked i even dropped my own popcorn. wonderful surprise."

"eating popcorn at nearly 5 in the mornin'?"

"yes. yes, i am" you bent down to retrieve the bag.

"alright, let me go get changed", he gave you a kiss on the lips and headed towards the bedroom

you waited for awhile, "babe!" trent called. you walked into the room, a heinous smile plastered on your face. "yes?" you answered nonchalantly. "when did you install this bedstand?" trent said, giving you a glare."when you were gone, so like 2 days ago. but anyway, isn't it nice?" you said smiling. "i don't mind it" he said replacing his burgundy colored shirt with a white t-shirt.

clasped your hands together, "good! let's go to sleep now" you slid onto the mattress, making yourself comfortable.

feeling a dip, which was trent hoping onto bed with you. making himself comfortable he wrapped an arm around you waist and draped his thigh over you.

a/n : i bet robbo's elated about trents new hairstyle

[acherontiarchivist]

Hii! So the reader some how, some way, meets our boy Gabe. And they’re really into men with sexy long hair and yummy voices and the reader is just like mmmmm oooooo ahhhhh

And Gabe is just standing there like 🧍“ Bitch, be so fucking fr.”

Hiiiiii, thanks for the ask! I went with a kinda mixture of Gabriel being totally fucking oblivious and also not believing anyone could see him that way. He comes around, though :) thanks for your patience, Anon, and I hope you enjoy the fic!!!

Warnings: people being mean to Gabriel, reader is also kind of an asshole to Gabe ngl, mentions of masturbation, unsolicited flirtation by the reader, mentions of choking kink

Word count: 2.7k, including a bonus teaser ;)

Closing shifts were always your favorite. Your other coworkers hated them with a passion, and always asked to switch your morning shifts with their nights. At first they would give excuses along the lines of having to attend their kids' baseball games or attending family events, but that quickly fell through when you pointed out that they both couldn't possibly be that busy every closing shift.

"OK, You got me. Honestly, I'm surprised it took you this long to protest. You're definitely braver than us." Del was restocking the freezer with novelty ice cream bars as you sent reminder texts to renters informing them of their upcoming due dates and waited for a customer to ring.

"What do you mean? " you replied, smacking on a thick wad of hubba bubba between pauses, "I'm just saying if you guys don't like closing I'm more than happy to talk to the boss about scheduling me for the late shifts."

"You- you like the closing shift?" He seemed too astonished to multitasking, as he'd almost dropped a box onto the floor.

"Yeah, it's pretty easy, and I'm more of a night owl anyway."

"Wait, so you haven't noticed anyone… unusual coming in on your night shifts?" His hands were now too preoccupied on carrying the conversation than work.

"No? Just the same regulars that rent a porno and grab a few beers. They never make any advances on me, and I don't really give a fuck about their purchases." You continued to pay just as much attention as you had been to your work task.

"No, no, that's not what I mean." He shook his head and pointed to you, earning you a slight glance in acknowledgement.

"Well, what do you mean?" What else could he possibly mean?

He sighed, " Well, there's this… guy?" He gestured vaguely, "Eh, that comes in every now and again. He always wears this big ass trench coat, smells like pennies and has this fucked up face."

You turned your head to the side and sucked a bubble inside your cheek, "That's a bit rude."

"Hey, if you saw the guy, you'd agree. Anyway, I don't like him, and he makes Fernanda uncomfortable. Besides, he never buys anything. Just walks in, stares at this section or that, stands there for minutes at a time, and eventually leaves. And he scares other customers away!"

"Have you ever talked to him? Customer service is part of our job, you know."

"Nahhhhh, fuck that." He turned back to his task at hand.

You rolled your eyes, "It would get him out of the store quickly. And make us some money."

"Well, sounds like you can handle him perfectly well yourself. Don't come crying to us when you're stuck with all the night shifts and eventually run into that guy."

"You're so melodramatic. I doubt it's anywhere near as bad as you make it out. Y'all have probably already ran him off with your shit people skills, given that I haven't ran into this guy the entire two weeks I've been here."

"Oh, shit. I hadn't thought of that." He had stopped a moment to think, then looked at you and shrugged.

"No take-backsies. Night shift's mine."

It was another two weeks before you finally saw him enter the store. You had already taken care of clean up and restocking routines as usual and were left with most of your shift to act busy until it was time for closing. This time was perfect for getting a little bit of drawing done between customers, your boss didn't mind as long as you made a few sales throughout the night. You were so focused on your drawing that you hadn't noticed him enter. He was quiet, the only thing that tipped you off to his presence was the smell of pennies that Del had warned you about. When you looked up, he was standing in front of the miniscule horror selection, his back towards you, head almost entirely obscured by a tall standing collar reminiscent of something one might see a villain clad in a noir or giallo film. It took you just a moment to muster up the courage to approach him.

"Can I help you find something today?"

There was a moment of silence, almost as if he were hesitating, then a nearly unnoticeable nod, careful to obscure his face behind his messy dark strands.

You glanced at the titles before you, considering what might fall into his taste. "If you're on the hunt for a horror recommendation, you've found the right person to help." You ignored the fact that you were the one who approached him. After a moment of careful contemplation, you grabbed two movies, one to your left and one you had to excuse yourself to grab in front of him.

"We don't have a huge selection right now, but these are two classic giallo films I think you might find an interest in," you showed him Deep Red and The Bird With The Crystal Plumage. "Oh! Actually, I have one more recommendation from our thrillers."

He observed the covers of each DVD before flipping them over and reading the back as you perused the adjacent aisle.

"Here it is!" You grabbed the movie and brought it to him. "No Country For Old Men is more of a personal favorite," you said, pointing at the 'Employee Picks' poster by the register, "but I have a feeling you'd like it, too."

He studied the back of that case as well. The opportunity to peek at his face while he was distracted was not wasted. Admittedly, he was an individual that oozed mystique. When he caught you staring you tried to deflect with more customer service as an excuse.

"Um, if you like, we have rental versions. So you can watch them all before you commit to buying any." There was no way he hadn't caught you blushing. "I'll just give you a few minutes to think about it," you said, hiding behind the register once again. He was silent approaching the register with the rental copies of the movies you had shown him and through the completion of the transaction.

"The rentals are due on the 25th, you're all good to go."

He nodded and turned for the door.

"See you in two weeks," you smiled, and he was gone.

The next two weeks were uneventful, just you counting down every day until the 25th of the month. In the meantime, you badgered your boss to expand the selection of horror films and thought of what to show him next time he came through. When the day finally came your coworkers noticed how unusually chipper you were, and you brush it off as it being your weekend after today. The night turned late without any sign of him, and you worried that he returned the videos earlier in the day, or on a night you didn't work. Just as you were losing hope and thinking of closing a few minutes early, a call rang the store phone.

"Hello, thank you for calling Marty's Movies and Munchies. How can I help you tonight?"

The voice on the other line was strained and slow at first, deep and raspy in a way you found incredibly sexy. "Are you closed? I need to return some videos. I'm a bit later than I expected to be."

You lean in to the counter, feeling generous enough (and hopeful that he'll come by) to let the sexy-voiced customer in after close. Not like you had plans, anyway. "Nope, you still have about ten minutes 'till doors close, but since you called ahead I'll give you an additional ten minute grace period. Any later than that and you'll have to bring it in tomorrow and pay a small late fee."

"No need, I'm already here."

Before you could question the caller, the ringing of the bell hung above the door caught your attention. Immediately, you recognized the gangly form of the man your coworkers had not-so-affectionately dubbed The Creeper. Your gaze lingered on him, trying to get another glance at his piercing eyes through the curtain of hair that he made sure masked his face. He must have picked up on it and became self conscious, as he pulled his high collar up and sunk further behind its shadow. Odd enough, but you also noticed that he didn't appear to be holding a cell phone.

Feeling particularly brave, and maybe a bit too confident, you leaned over the counter and smiled at him, "So that's what you sound like, huh?"

His posture noticeably stiffened.

"Or is it a voice modulator? Either way, it's kinda sexy."

"Just…return these, will you?" It was quite cute how he would avert his eyes and take half a step back out of embarrassment. You didn't take him for the shy type.

Though he stumbled over every word, you had forgotten the landlines propped between your head and shoulder and the sudden noise in your ear made you jump back. "Yeah, sure thing."

"And," he hesitated for a moment, "I think I would like to purchase my own videos."

"Ok, DVD or blu-ray?" You already had them picked out and waiting for him under the counter, and held them out for him to choose.

"I… don't know the difference."

"You don't know which you have?"

He looked embarrassed and almost shrank right where he stood, "I watch them on my sister's device."

"Well does she have movies like this," you shook the bigger case in your left hand, "or this?" shaking then the smaller blue case.

"Both?" Incredible. You had no idea how anyone could just not know the difference.

"OK, I'm choosing for you," you said, stuffing a plastic shopping bag with blu-ray copies of each film. "You're getting blu-ray. They're better."

"What if I'm wrong? Will a DVD player work with these movies?"

His questions were honestly the most interesting ones you would get from customers, even if just for the sheer unawareness he had demonstrated in... pretty much everything. "Jesus Christ dude. Have you been living under a rock for the past 25 years or something?"

"Something like that," he answered a bit too readily, "And a bit longer."

You blinked and chose to ignore the statement. He was weird, odd looking, brooding, and now, obviously, a bit socially inept. God, he just became more and more your type, and you were dying to score. "Well," you started, "DVD players are the older video player and therefore not backwards compatible, but blu-ray players can play both. If your sister has both kinds of movies, she most likely has a blu-ray player, but," you wrote your number on a notepad kept at the counter and tore the page off, sliding it into the bag with his purchase, "if you have any questions or run into any problems you can call me. I might just let you come over and use mine." You ended with a wink to give it what you hoped was an extra layer of obvious courtship.

"Why would I use your device? I'll just buy my own." He pulled out a loose debit card from the right pocket of his coat and shoved it in your direction expectantly.

You sighed and took his debit card, ignoring your initial glance at the name– certainly not the name he had given for his customer account– then prepared to slide the card through the reader. "God, you are oblivious," you rolled your eyes. "Ok, your total is–"

"Wait," he quickly interrupted, then hesitated for a fraction of a second, "I want to rent another movie."

Of course! You had forgotten the movie you had previously selected for him. "Anything in mind?"

"I trust your judgment."

Your grin couldn't be wider as you grabbed the last rental copy of Possession from your 'Employee Picks' cubby. "You'll love this one. I feel a particular kinship with Isabelle Adjani's character, Anna. I think you'll like her too." With that, you rang up his total and saw him out the door.

By the time he left it was fifteen minutes past closing and you had to rush to finish up routines. You couldn't wait to brag to your coworkers that you had made a big sale to The Creeper. There wasn't much time to revel in your victory and plan your next move, however, because he had returned the following night. As it turns out, you didn't need to. He practically fell right into your lap.

When he entered, you immediately noticed that he walked with much more confidence than before. Ioday, he wore his coat open, and the standing collar limped to the side, putting his face, though still partially obscured by his gangly hair, almost proudly on display. You were so distracted by his drastic change in demeanor that you almost didn't notice him speaking to you.

"I want my own copy of this movie."

"I'm sorry, but we don't have any more for sale. You can always come in and renew your rental every two weeks, though that limits the number of other movies you can–" 

"Order it for me."

"I can't do that, unfortunately, but–"

"Yes? But what?"

You prop your elbow on the counter and rest your head in your palm, looking up at him from just below, "I have my own copy in my personal collection. You can come by and watch it anytime you like."

"Tonight. I'm coming home with you."

You laughed at how forward he was suddenly being, "Sure. I'm closing up in a few minutes," you tossed him your keys. "Wait for me in the car."

A few minutes later, you locked up the store and entered your car, where he sat nervously waiting for you.

Bonus!

You had waited all day for the unknown call with steadily declining patience. It's not that you were annoyed. You were just excited for your weekly visit. Every week the routine was the same: he comes or calls, spends hours with you holed up in your room and leaves you shivering under your sheets, eagerly awaiting his next arrival.

 Your work day crawled by at an agonizing pace, not helped by the slow business this time of year– and in your particular line of retail. The number of customers that came through the small video store could be counted on one hand, and the number that actually made a purchase even less. As usual, most of your shift was spent doodling in your sketchbook. Lately, they would all be little sketches of him. His hair was your favorite thing to draw; the contrasting textures of his wavy, dry hair and bloody wet tangles looping around one another, the cracked leather coat he always wore, drawing special and precise attention to his bright eyes and the exposed muscles of his face. Your sketchbook was littered with countless finished and unfinished pencil and ink sketches alike. Sometimes, you would add a splash of color, usually red or blue.

He never came into the store anymore. Instead, he would pick from your personal collection and give you money for a copy of his own if he really liked the film. Once or twice, you had tried to set up a cute movie marathon date night, but he would often get...  distracted. It was nice, though. Sneaking him in through your window so your roommates didn't freak out and fucking with the lights out and a movie on in the background made you feel like a teenager again. The butterflies he would churn up in your stomach and the heavy feeling in your chest when you thought of him made you absolutely giddy, though you would have a hard time admitting it if pressed.

It wasn't often he would leave you hanging. If he couldn't make it, he would at least call you and let you know ahead of time. At least then you'd know to set time aside to take care of yourself.

Tonight was one such night. No call, no cancel, no sign of him. By the time you would usually have heard from him, you had had enough of waiting and decided to pleasure yourself. Earphones plugged in with your background noise of choice, lube in hand, toy at the ready, you went to work. As you moved your hands over your body, you imagined they were his. Admittedly, only he could tease you the way you really needed it, from with feather-light touches that tickled your inner thighs, to his hands wrapped around your neck in a vice grip; but tonight, your own would have to do. Just the thought of him touching you like that had you crying out his name. It wasn't until you were nearing your peak that your session was interrupted by an incoming call.

You let the phone ring as you stared at the ID on the screen.

UNKNOWN

It had to be him. It always was. You let the call linger for a few more seconds before you finally picked up the line– you just had to tease him a little bit. A few seconds of silence greeted your ears and planted a seed of uncertainty. "Hello?"

Nothing to be heard on the other line. You considered hanging up before the familiar feedback pierced the line. He said nothing at first, leaving you shivering in anticipation.

There was a sigh on the other end of the line, or perhaps a dark stifled laugh.

"Starting the show without me, sweetheart? What, no more ten minute grace period for me?"

[saibugslegacy]

Come Back To Me

Word Count: 2.6k

Odysseus Carrow x Phillip Prewett ( @rypnami )

Summary: Odysseus awaits Ollivander finishing the Ancient Magic wand, but his boyfriend finds him first. Only for Odysseus to be abducted by Rookwood from right next to Phillip.

Odysseus had always been one to pace. Normally he was able to curb the habit but now he was awaiting Ollivander’s results, Ranrok was on his way to the final repository, and Odysseus had to fight them all alone. So he was pacing a groove into Ollivander’s floor, until the door opened.

“I knew it.”

No, no no, not him.

“What are you doing here?” Odysseus hissed, pulling Phillip inside and spinning them so if anyone looked in the windows they wouldn’t see Phillip’s face. For the extra precaution Odysseus waved his wand to close the shutters.

As much as it scared him knowing half the Wizarding World was after him at the moment, Odysseus could admit to himself he was relieved Phillip was here. This could be his last day on earth. He didn’t want their last interaction to be a rushed kiss in an abandoned classroom as Odysseus left for San Bakaar’s Trial.

“Sirona said you’d been seen at Ollivander’s,” Phillip answered. “Or, the Owl had. What are you doing here? Did your wand get broken?”

Odysseus hated that the first thing that came to his mind was a lie, and worse that he was going to tell it. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Phillip. That may have been the case months ago but it wasn’t anymore. Phillip knew everything about him. Phillip was one of the few people Odysseus told the truth.

But ever since Phillip found out he was Owl he worried himself sick constantly. It only got worse when he found out about the trials. Odysseus hated it. It gutted him every time he got back to the Room of Requirement and saw Phillip asleep in a chair because he’d stayed up half the night to make sure Odysseus got home okay. Now Odysseus was going into a battle even he was scared of. So yes, he was going to lie, to spare Phillip the pain. But he didn’t even get the chance.

“Don’t you dare try to lie to me right now, Odysseus,” Phillip warned. “What’s happening?”

Damn it. Odysseus sighed and took both of Phillips hands. They looked out of place in Odysseus’ armored gloves. He focused on that and let his thumb trace Phillip’s knuckles as he spoke.

“Ranrok found the Repository,” Odysseus explained. He heard Phillip suck in a breath. “It’s under Hogwarts. He’s going to attack it with his drills and army any minute. Ollivander is making me a special wand to get me in.”

“Shit,” Phillip muttered. He squeezed Odysseus’ hands and took a deep breath. Then he nodded to himself as if he’d decided something. “I’m coming with you.”

“No you aren’t,” Odysseus argued.

“Yes I am.”

“No, you aren’t.”

“This is my choice! You can’t decide for me!”

“Yes I can!” Odysseus snapped. He tried to force a breath into his lungs through the panic flooding them instead. He couldn’t let Phillip down there. Not him. “You’re not going down there. Not ever. I’m not risking it.”

“Because you think I can’t handle myself?!” Phillip protested.

“Because I love you!” Odysseus cried.

Silence.

“Ody…” Phillip breathed.

Odysseus tried to breathe but his shoulders shook and his chest threatened to cave in. He’d done it. He was a complete and utter idiot but he’d fallen in love. It was everything he’d sworn he’d never do. It wasn’t fair, to him or Phillip. But Odysseus had done it anyway and now the fear of Phillip getting hurt had tears gathering in his eyes for the first time since he’d been sorted.

Phillip let go of Odysseus’ hands so he could reach up and gently, gentler than any hands he’d ever felt, take the Owl mask off Odysseus’ face and set it on Ollivander’s counter. He cupped Odysseus’ face in his hands with a touch so soft Odysseus didn’t know what to do with it. How could anyone touch him like this? What had he done to earn it? What did Phillip see that made him want to hold Odysseus like he was worth something? Not just worth something, but priceless. Valuable.

Loved.

He didn’t know how to be loved.

“You know I love you,” Phillip’s voice was as soft and gentle as his hands. His thumb brushed the shadows under Odysseus’ eyes to wipe away his tears. “Which is why I have to come with you.”

“I can’t,” Odysseus pleaded. “Don’t you get it? I’m scared. I don’t know what I’m going to face down there but it’s going to make everything else I’ve fought look like nothing. I have to become something I wanted you to never see. I can’t be that if you’re there. And I won’t be able to focus if I’m worried about you the whole time. I can’t be unfocused or Ranrok will claim the Ancient Magic and take Hogwarts. Ominis, the only friend I’ve ever had, is there. Your brother is in that castle. You have to let me save them, love.”

Now Phillip had tears on his face. He dipped his head so his forehead rested against Odysseus’. A strangled sob escaped him and Odysseus laid his hand over Phillip’s on his face. He didn’t know what else to do. There was nothing else to say. All he could do was stand there and let Phillip cry, holding his hands and being close. He could hear the constant string of “please no please no please no” going through Phillip’s head. Then he heard those words.

Okay. Phillip whispered in his own mind. But Odysseus heard it. He always heard it. Just, just promise you’ll come back to me.

I can’t do that.

Promise me, or I’m going right down there.

Odysseus could quite literally feel the truth behind the threat. Worse he could feel the absolute terror Phillip was fighting to do this and how desperately he needed reassurance Odysseus would be okay or he wouldn’t be able to handle any of this.

Okay, okay. Odysseus squeezed Phillip’s hands. **He tried to help calm him by pulling memories not just of the two of them but all the times Odysseus came back to the forefront of Phillip’s mind. I promise you I will do everything I possibly can to come back to you.

You better.

Phillip, unprompted, pulled forward a memory too. This time it was the first time they snuck off to the Room of Requirement together, just to spend a night in the same bed. Nothing happened, it was just for the joy of waking up in each other’s arms. It allowed both of them to finally draw a full breath and the way they clung to each other was just a bit less desperate than before. Odysseus chuckled, just a little.

You’re getting good at this. Odysseus told him.

I’m just glad you put the link there. Phillip replied. I love you. So much.

That doubt crept in again but Odysseus forced it away before Phillip could catch it.

I know. Odysseus swore. I love you too.

Odysseus heard the sound of someone clearing their throat behind him and Phillip quickly handed him his mask so he could put it back on before he turned around to speak to the wandmaker. Ollivander handed over the wand and after a quick conversation with him, Odysseus was pulling Phillip out of the shop.

“Write to your sister, and if you can get Leander and go to your-” Odysseus didn’t even finish his sentence before he felt a familiar and unwelcome mind.

Before Rookwood could say a word, Odysseus stepped in front of Phillip and had his wand pointed right at Rookwood.

“Oh come come, no need for such theatrics,” Rookwood chided him like a toddler. “In light of what Ranrok now knows you must agree our interests are aligned.”

“Our interests will never be aligned,” Odysseus scoffed. As Rookwood prowled down the street Odysseus made sure to plant himself between the Dark wizard and Phillip at every step.

“You would let goblins take what is rightfully ours?” Rookwood sneered. “The final Repository belongs to wizardkind. We would be fools not to work together.”

Odysseus didn’t even dignify that with a response, just rolled his eyes as he tried to think of what to do. His first priority was getting Phillip out of there, of course, but how? He had no doubt there were ashwinders around every corner, and the Three Broomsticks was too far to stash Phillip there. Maybe he could back him back into Ollivander’s? Not that that would be particularly safe.

“Say, what’s that you’ve got there?” Rookwood wondered and Odysseus saw a flash in Rookwood’s mind of the wand box. He immediately stashed the box but it was too late. “Might this sudden visit to the wandmaker have something to do with our mutual pursuit?”

“Do you really think I’m going to answer anything you ask me?” Odysseus snickered, the more cocky persona of the Owl sliding into place as easily as his enchanted mask did.

“That repository is my birthright!” Rookwood roared.

“Charles Rookwood wouldn’t have wanted you anywhere near it!” Odysseus retorted.

“I should’ve known better than to bargain with a child,” Rookwood grumbled. “I wonder, perhaps you told your friend here? Maybe he’ll be more cooperative.”

“Like hell!” Phillip said.

“I’m sure you can be…convinced,” Rookwood snickered.

If Odysseus hadn’t been a legilimens he never would have known. But in a split second he felt another mind appear behind him. Before he even got a thought from them Odysseus swung his elbow back and heard the crack of a broken nose.

“Glacius!” Odysseus casted the spell right at Rookwood’s feet and only got a smidge of satisfaction watching him fall. “Run now!”

Thankfully Phillip actually listened, taking off down the street with Odysseus behind him. Phillip reached behind him for Odysseus but before Odysseus could take his hand so they could apparate away he got his square in the chest with a depulso spell from another ashwinder in front of them, sending him flying backwards away from Phillip. He couldn’t catch his breath in time. Someone grabbed his arm and then he was on packed dirt instead of Hogsmeade’s cobbled streets. He only barely caught Phillip screaming his name before he was gone.

Odysseus rolled onto his back and threw his legs up and forward, letting the momentum carry him to his feet. He still had his wand in front of him as he took in his surroundings as fast as he could. He was in some ruins, somewhere in the highlands, he couldn't see enough of the area to be sure. But he was boxed in on all sides by walls and Poachers. He used Ancient Magic to help him dive behind some crates just in time for him to be pelted with curses. One still managed to catch him, a diffindo slicing open his bicep.

He tried to make a plan to get out of there but he had nothing. He couldn’t take this many on his own. He was still caught off guard from the depulso spell, now his wand arm was bleeding so he’d have to fight with his bad hand. He was facing dozens of Ashwinders, not to mention Rookwood himself. He made a promise though. He had to try.

He fired off Bombardas and Confringos in the direction of where he guess most of the spells were coming from, disrupting the pattern just enough he could dive out and start actually fighting. He managed to take down plenty but it wasn’t long until he had to dive between cover again. He could feel how depleted his magical core was already. If only he didn’t have to rely on Ancient Magic to cast any spells at all. His head was aching from all the spells being screamed in the minds of the poachers.

Then he felt a push against his mind. Something telling him to put up a shield so he did, just in time for someone to apparate next to him.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Odysseus cried. Phillip just smirked at him.

“All I said was I wouldn’t go into the Repository,” His boyfriend pointed out. “Never said I wouldn’t save you.”

“I hate you so much right now,” Odysseus replied, despite all the love he was subconsciously filling their link with.

“I know,” Phillip grinned. “I’ve got your back, you focus on taking these pricks down.”

Odysseus lunged forward to pull Phillip into the fastest, most desperate kiss of his life which Phillip returned eagerly. Only a second later they pulled back but it was the best kiss of Odysseus’ life.

“Give them hell, angel,” Phillip grinned.

He dove from the cover with Phillip already behind his back and putting up a shield charm to deflect the new wave of spells. It took everything in him but he forced himself to let his guard down. If there was one thing in the world he could trust Phillip with it was protecting him. So while Phillip focused on counter spells and shields, Odysseus did what he was told: unleashed hell. He released every curse, jinx, and charm he knew, even attacking with pure Ancient Magic when a foe was particularly vexing. He decimated the Ashwinder forces, just in time to feel Rookwood prepare a spell behind him.

“Down!” Odysseus ordered.

Phillip ducked, allowing Odysseus to roll over his back and counter the horrifice green spell he knew all too well with the bright blue Ancient Magic straight from his core. The force of the spell pushed him back, his feet sliding in the dirt until hands on his waist held him steady. He dipped into his core farther than was probably wise but he could feel it leap to his command. The Ancient Magic wanted nothing to do with Rookwood and would do anything to see him gone.

It exploded out of him in one large burst of energy and power, forcing Rookwood’s spell back, back, back until the magic hit him. Cracks appeared along his skin, each with purple light flooding from it. It was a spell Odysseus knew so he turned to shield Phillip from the sight as Rookwood exploded into ash where he stood with hardly time to scream.

The moment Rookwood was gone the other Ashwinders fled. The edges of Odysseus’ vision was darkening and his knees wanted nothing more than to buckle, but he refused to allow it until every Ashwinder was gone. Once he was sure of it he fell to his hands and knees, panting heavily. Phillip gathered Odysseus in his arms so Odysseus’ head was against his chest.

“Are you okay, are you hurt?” Phillip asked, the desperation from Ollivander’s creeping into his mind again.”

“They saw your face,” Odysseus muttered. “You have to, to write your mother and sister in case they go after them. You have to go.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Phillip told him. “I’m staying right here where I belong. The rest can be worried about later. I’m going to apparate us okay?”

Odysseus looped his arm around Phillip’s shoulders for a tighter grip so he wouldn't get splinched. The next thing he knew he was back in the at the floo flames just outside Hogwarts, which Phillip used to take them to the Room of Requirement.

“You are going to shush and let me take care of you, understand?” Phillip told him but Odysseus didn’t move, just curled into him more. “Ody you’re hurt-”

Just hold me. Odysseus pleaded, both their minds immediately flooding with all the times Phillip had done just that. Just for a few minutes.

Always, my darling.

[jay-zzz87]

Lumity and B!Lumity fluff

Warning, there is implied smut. Not actual, just implied through jokes. Also it's only with Betas cuz they're 18. Anyways I lowkey kind miss doing writing prompts.

Luz: Amityyyyyyy

Luz is standing outside Amity's balcony with a bouquet of flowers for her awesome girlfriend.

Luz: I'm ready for our daaaate!

Suddenly the door swung open and a taller figure came out. It was Amelia, Amity's oldest sister.

Luz: Oh, hi Amelia

Amelia: Hello Luz

While Amelia is definitely intimidating given that she's taller, older, and has an attitude, she still has a sweet spot for Luz given her circumstances and how happy she makes Amity.

Luz: I'm here to take Amity out on a date

Amelia: She's inside getting ready

Luz: Ok, I'll wait

There's silence for a brief moment until Luz starts up again.

Luz: How are Ed and Em?

Amelia rolls her eyes.

Amelia: As annoying as ever.

Luz lets out a nervous laugh: Hehe....siblings

Then, she looks at the flowers she got Amity.

Amelia sighs: How's your sister?

Luz looks up: Lucia?

Amelia, sarcastically: What, you got another sister I don't know about?

Luz: N-No, I-I um....she's good. She's just at home....doing stuff

Amelia: Doing what?

Amelia wants to know but is hoping that she doesn't sound too interested.

Luz: I don't know. Watching oracle or something?

Amelia: Hmm....ok

There's a moment of silence again until Amity comes out of the room to the balcony.

Amity: Hey batata

Luz can't help but stare at how beautiful her girlfriend looks.

Luz: Whoa

Amity blushes: You like it? Amelia helped me pick it out

Luz: You look amazing amor

Luz quickly goes up to Amity and gives her a hug. When they seperate, Amity notices the bouquet in Luz's hand.

Amity: Ooo, are those for me?

Luz sheepishly laughs: Yeah, I picked them out myself.

Amity: They're beautiful love

Suddenly, Amelia clears her thoat loudly to imply she's still around.

Amity gets annoyed and tolls her eyes.

Amity : Really? You don't have to be here

Amelia, sly: I don't have to cover for you. I can always tell mom about your batata

Amity growls but Luz holds her hand to calm her down.

Luz: C'mon amor. Let's just get on with our date.

Amity: Yeah, ok

Luz summons Owlbert and they both get on and fly away. Amelia scoffs as she's a little irritated that her little sister would talk to her that way. Especially since she's covering her and could easily get her into trouble with their mother if she wanted to. Although there is a part of her that's is proud of her for sticking up for herself. She won't deny that it is definitely something Amity needs to work on. In the meantime while they're gone, she's gonna have a bit of fun. She summons her staff and flies to the owl house.

Lucia is on the couch sleeping her ass off. The previous night left her drained from having to complete a bounty just so she can get Luz enough money to atleast afford a nice restaurant to take Amity. Lucia usually doesn't care about Luz and Amity's relationship, but she does care about Luz. That was enough to help out Luz to get some snails. After that, she immediately went to bed and knocked out.

Amelia arrived to the house and was immediately greeted by the bird tube.

Hooty: Hello!

Amelia: Titan! Don't scare me like that!

Hooty retreat back to the door

Hooty: But that's my job! Anyways, Lucia is inside and sleeping! Thou shall not- ow!

Amelia kicked the door open to force herself in, then shut it. She can here Hooty on the other side complaining.

Amelia: Titan he's annoying

Lucia is suddenly awake with a line of saliva on her cheek.

Amelia: Hey

Lucia looks around and lets her eyes adjust before landing them on Amelia.

Lucia: Oh hey. What brings you here?

She does a quick stretch.

Amelia: I got bored

Lucia: Oh, sucks

Lucia lays back down. Amelia grabs one of the pillows and hits her with it.

Lucia: Hey!

Amelia: Asshole

Lucia sits up: Profanity

Amelia: Shut up. You spit shit all the time. And it's not like your sister is here.

Lucia: Ok ok. Chill girl

Lucia rubs her face.

Lucia: What do you want?

Amelia: I just wanna do something

Lucia: ....well it better not be me cuz I'm tired as fuck

Amelia hits her again

Amelia: I DIDN'T MEAN THAT STUPID!

Lucia couldn't help but laugh.

Amelia: You're such a child

Lucia: If I'm a child, then you're a pedo-

Amelia hits her again, this time repeatedly.

Lucia grabs the pillow and pulls it away.

Luz: Ya, I'll stop Ames

Amelia rolls her eyes: Whatever

Lucia grabs her waist and pulls her close.

Lucia: Don't whatever me baby

Amelia and Lucia have been dating for a while. They definitely dated after Amity and Luz got together but had relations before then. Eventually they fell for eachother and Lucia took out Amelia for a date. Amelia made it clear if they dated it had to be kept a secret. She's afraid of her mom and ex knowing. She knows that Lucia's life would be on the line if they ever found out. Lucia claims that she's not afraid and could take them on, but Amelia wants to be safe. She can't stand the thought of losing someone that actually cares for her for who she is and not her popularity.

Amelia pushes Lucia away.

Amelia: Not here stupid

Lucia lets go and giggles. She loves seeing Amelia get nervous and mad. It's really cute to her. Almost reminds her of a mad cat.

Lucia: Ok. You wanna go somewhere else?

Amelia: Yeah. Did you have something in mind?

Lucia: Not really. Like I said, I'm tired.

Amelia: We can go to your room and.....I don't know, cuddle.

Lucia: ....yeah sure. Lets go

They get up and go to the upstairs room. Lucia gets the sleeping bag comfy for them. Amelia is aware of the situation Lucia and Luz are in. There are times where she wishes she could just give them a bed since it's not much to her, but Lucia is stubborn and always wants to earn everything. She managed to get one for Luz so at least she doesn't have to suffer due to Lucia's ideals. Lucia lays on the bag and Amelia lays on top of her. Lucia holds her and kisses her head. Amelia has her head on Lucia's chest. She likes hearing Lucia's heart beat. It's very calming to her for some reason.

Lucia: Did you wanna do something later?

Amelia: Maybe, if you're ok with it.

Lucia: Yeah baby, I don't mind. I just wanna rest a bit first

Amelia looks up at her

Amelia: Ok babe

Lucia pecks her lips and rubs her waist. Amelia couldn't be happier that she's with Lucia. She wants them to be public just so they can at least hold hands all the time, but she can't risk anything. She needs Lucia and Luz to be safe, no matter what.

One day

[winterarmyy]

Soulmate!Bucky Fics Recs

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Genre tags:  🥀 - angst    ⛓ - smut    🐇 - fluff     🖤 - dark

While You Sleep by @beyondspaceandstars​

Type: series, completed – 🥀 🐇

Teaser: In which you can see glimpses of your soulmate's life while you sleep. While the memories of the soulmate of every single person in this world come in form a dream, yours came haunting like a nightmare. But, that tends to happen when your soulmate is the Winter Soldier.

Review: It's so angstyyyyyy but soft angst type of shit. At least that's how I would describe it. Like, it tugs your heartstrings with just the right amount of force, to make it stings and not bruising?? There's also this realistic aspect of it, where the reader is basically been dreaming of the Winter Soldier's deeds and missions that her mentality is affected; so she doubts, and she's scared, and she doesn't know what to expect or do, which was very much valid for someone that had been (kind of) witnessing gruesome crimes for her entire life, especially when sleep are supposed to be resting your body and mind. I like that she take time to warm up, and know Bucky Barnes for who he is. More to compliment but I suggest you read it yourself! 

Howlite and Hearts by @authoressskr​

Type: oneshot, completed – 🐇

Teaser: A world where dragon exists. Each person will have their own when they are born to the world and they will stick with their owners. Some cases, the dragon might go the soulmate's side instead of their owners. Those cases could be vary, maybe the owner died. Or he fell of the train during WWII, which leads to why the reader has both hers and her soulmate's dragon with her. And unbeknownst to the reader, Avenger!Bucky is on mission to find both his dragon and his soulmate.

Review: The dragons are cute asf! Makes me want to have one for my own. I love the fantasy-esque to it! The fic is heavy on the 'searching' part so there's not much interaction between reader and Bucky but I still fell in love with the writing anyway! 

Moments & Pretence by @bxckyfxcknbxrnes​

Type: series, completed –🥀 ⛓

Teaser: In which the first words that you will hear from your soulmate is engraved on your wrist. "I love you" is such a sweet thing to be craved in your wrist, doesn't it? But, it is entirely different when your soulmate says it to someone else.

Review: I'm just saying, this is purely, utterly just pain. It was a mistake to read this before going to sleep because I wept until I pass out. It's the one-sided pining that crushed me. It hits home on another level. That's why I cry easily, it's because I'm weak to those type of trope. But, alas this made it to the list, right? So, it's a good read truly, it's just... it's a painful process. But, I thoroughly enjoy it anyway!

The Owl and The Wolf by @waiting4inspiration​

Type: oneshot, completed – 🐇

Teaser: In which everybody in world has their own spirit animal in a physical form. They are paired with you since birth. They are able to communicate only with you and your soulmate. So when Bucky heard the your owl speaks, he knew that you were his soulmate. But, how long will he keep it a secret?

Review: Another one of soulmates trope with animal partner. Well, the other one are just dragons but you get what I mean. I love the animals; they're cute yet sassy. I also love the idea that Bucky can hear everything the owl comments and him trying so hard not to react to any of them. I wish I could see more of those interaction but it's a very straightforward and solid oneshot after all. I also love the way they all find out about Bucky and the reader's soulmate situation. Give it a read, it'll make your day! 

One Single Thread of Gold by @sluttystucky​

Type: oneshot, completed – 🐇

Teaser: The first words that your soulmate will speak to you will appear on your wrist when you reach the age of sixteen. It been known that there are all kinds of words engraved on people's wrist, from either it is simple greetings or unique statement. But what are the odds when the words on your wrist contains his name as well.

Review: First of all, the title?! Although anything taylor swift related will be automatically my fav, but to be fair i’m also in love with the storyline! I like the anticipation of the reader, something about the way she waits for him to find her. The curiosity for the meaning behind the words that’s engraved on her wrists thoooo, makes me also wonder why he would say such things to her. I was not ready for the plot-twist, but I enjoyed it nonetheless!

Pretty When You Cry by @bellasburdens​

Type: series, completed – 🥀 🖤 ⛓

Teaser: Soulmates are connected through this strong pull between the pair. It is as if they shared the same soul; they can feel what you feel. Though there's so many ways a person can meet their soulmate, and bond naturally. Bucky just had to fuck it up when he forced himself into her life.

Review: Bruhh-- like BRUHH-- the mixed feelings that I developed throughout the whole series. I had to take a break to ponder in between the scenes of Bucky’s advances towards the reader. I question my own moral values when I fell for his words istg like, I really went into a crisis at one point but then i remember this is just a fic and I don’t need to think realistically, lmao. It’s not the darkest fic I’ve ever read but it does effect me the most. If you’re okay with dark fic, definitely give this a read!!

See The World The Way You Do by @vanderlustwords​

Type: oneshot, completed – 🐇

Teaser: Everybody is born with a monochrome vision until they meet their soulmate. Bucky's is colored with black and white, but he was lucky to be able to see more than that when he was in the 40's. He had lost his soulmate and thought it was the last time he will ever be in love. So, imagine his suprise when little sparks of colors gradually fill his vision the more he spends time with you.

Review: There’s something fluffy about Bucky hiding the fact he saw colors because of her and how he adored the reader even with the mix-match colors of her attire. I also like the way Bucky thinks, I mean his thought process. It’s not too depressing yet not too optimistic either. Something melancholy about it, bitter-sweet-ish. The whole “choosing his tie” thing, got me squealing in the middle of the night. So fluffy! Urghhh!

My Night Demons by @themorningsunshine​

Type: oneshot, completed – 🥀 🐇

Teaser: Every person in the world have the privilege to meet and communicate their soulmates through their dream. In Bucky's case, his dreams aren't the loveliest to experience, far from it even. His nightmares has always been the same concept; everything was gruesome and horrid. They always share the similar palette; dark, grey and crimson red. But, one day, he caught sight of something out of the ordinary. The yellow sundress was completely out of place. So does the girl wearing it.

Review: I love thisssssss! The reader has such a comforting presence for Bucky. I don’t what is is but the way how everything in Bucky’s dream was just saddening and depressing but then there’s the reader, so out of place and something about it feels ethereal to me. Like she’s a literal angel glowing so brightly within the dark and horrific nightmares. I love all of the dream scenes so much, especially the first and the last! I think there will be a sequel but I don’t know when will it drop though.

Flowers Bloom by @revengingbarnes​

Type: series, completed – 🥀 🐇

Teaser: When a person bleed, flowers will bloom on their soulmate skin on that exact spot. Though it is a beautiful sight on one side but imagine the pain for the other. So, when her entire left shoulder bloomed with flowers ever since she was born, she often wonder what happend to her soulmate and how he is doing.

Review: This was absolutely stunning. The concept is right in my alley! I’ve always love “making something beautiful into something slightly dark/ opposite” and vice versa. This was not dark at all just so you know, but idea of it though. Like imagine if someone cut themselves (for self-harm purposes) and the soulmate will have the flowers across their wrists. Like imagine knowing your soulmate is suffering and you're just there not being able to help. That hurts in a different level. This is not even related to the fic but yknow, I like to feel that type of pain; and this fic will definitely make you feel them. But it was written so beautifully that you might get gaslight to believe that everything is fine and fluffy.

365 Days by @abovethesmokestacks​

Type: series, completed – 🥀 🐇

Teaser: In which everybody has a timer where they should be able to find their soulmate. The 25 years seemed like a lot of time, until she realized that she only have 365 days remaining to find him. This is the story a girl desperately trying to seek for her soulmate.

Review: I had so much fun reading this. I took me on a roller coaster of a unexpected emotions! A moment i was giggling and laughing, then the next i might find myself trying to hold back my tears. The reader is somewhat relatable, well at least for me. We goof around a subject that is clearly sensitive for us in front of people; and then there are moments when we're alone, the loneliness and grief comes creeping in. That's when the reality really hits you hard. Go ahead and read this fic, you won't regret it!

What’s in a Name? by @ciarawritesmarvel​​

Type: oneshot, completed – 🥀 🐇

Teaser: In which the name of the person you love will appear on your shoulder. Though there 3 different colors which represents different meaning; blue means unrequited, red means mutual, and black means deceased. She had his name in blue since she was nothing but a child. After years of pining over him, she wondered, will it stay the same? Or will it change to the way she hoped for?

Review: It is sort of a soulmate au? Not the typical one though and oh my gosh this was so cute and fluffy! I wanna hug Bucky and squish his face in my chest, like you have no idea how adorable he was when he's 5 y.o and 10 y.o! Absolutely cuteeee! Keep punching the air like a mad person. But anyway, I love the concept of the story, I wish this was a series but I'm still thankful for it to exist nonetheless!

Note: Will update more in the future! Feel free to recommend me fics too, I might list them in this as well!

[collectivelyacoward]

Uhh, hi?

LGBTQ+ SAFE!!

ALL RACES/COLORS WELCOME!!

ABOUT ME!!

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You can call me Riftly!!

(Or Rift for short)

[She/They] Any robotic neo

Pronouns please!!

[Demigirl-Nonbinary-Robotgender]

Minor!! [14]

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I am an-

✰ artist

✰ animator

✰ crafter

✰ cosplayer

✰ furry

✰ alterhuman ( @a-pile-o-creatures )

✰ multi fandom enthusiast

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Other silly things abt me-

✰ My favorite color is yellow

✰ I love animated series/movies

✰ Major tomboy

✰ I have MAJOR OCD

✰ I tend to speak very loudly

✰ Extroverted!!

(Mostly, anyway)

✰ I am neurodivergent

(Not professionalay diagnosed)

✰ A little slow and oblivious

(Mostly)

Basic DNI shit, I am a minor and please respect those boundaries.. and don't request me to draw NSFW art I am not comfortable with it!!

And trigger warning- I tend to swear and use caps a lot!!

(Also fanart is always aloud just surprise me!!)

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I refuse/can't/won't draw-

✰ NSFW

✰ Backgrounds (not often)

✰ Fandoms I don't know

(with exceptions!!)

✰ Realism

(not often!!)

✰ Religious stuff

✰ Political things

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I will draw-

✰ OC x Canon

✰ OC x OC

(Poly relationships are also okay!!)

✰ Anthro/Furry/Animal

✰ Mecha/Robot

✰ Humanoid/Human

✰ Blood/GORE/Robo gore

✰ Intimate things <3

(kissing, biting, cuddling, hugging ect.)

✰ able to draw male/female

(body wise!!)

Some Fandoms I'm in/interests-

✰ Transformers

✰ Alien movies

✰ DC (& JLA)

✰ Marvel (& Spiderverse)

✰ Weirdcore/Dreamcore/Kidcore

✰ The Backrooms

✰ TMNT/ROTTMNT

✰ BLOSC

✰ Brave Police J Decker

✰ Don't Hug Me I'm Scared

✰ The Amazing Digital Circus

✰ Murder Drones (kinda)

✰ Sonic/STH

✰ 9 (2009 animated film)

✰ Batim/Batdr

✰ Fnaf

✰ Undertale/Deltarune (kinda)

✰ Cuphead

✰ SGRB

✰ Garfield

✰ The Lego Movie (1/2)

✰ Pokémon

✰ Scoobydoo

✰ Yokai Watch (The show/movies)

✰ Bakugan (kinda)

✰ Robots 2005

✰ The Iron Giant

✰ Mao Mao; Heros Of Pure Heart

✰ Osmosis Jones

✰ Unikitty

✰ Kipo

✰ LBP/SAB

✰ MLP

✰ Hilda (kinda)

✰ Ninjago

✰ Assassination Classroom

✰ Hello neighbor (kinda)

✰ Baldi's Basics (kinda)

✰ Wander Over Yonder/WOY

✰ Fortnite

✰ Bluey

✰ Harvest festival 64

✰ Welcome Home

✰ Just Shapes & Beats/JSAB

✰ The Owl House/TOH

✰ Poppy Playtime/PPT

✰ Gartan of Banban

✰ Adventure Time (kinda)

✰ Super Mario Bros

✰ Steven Universe (Kinda)

✰ Atlas and the Stars

✰ Helluva Boss (kinda)

✰ Hazbin Hotel (kinda)

✰ She-Ra (Kinda)

And that's just a few!!

(Please don't be afraid to ask if you are curious to know if I know something that isn't on this list!!)

These are a few of my besties- ( @rustbrainedcoward )

( @bolt-bolt-bolty-bolt )

They are underrated please check them out!!

Some of my MOST favorite characters-

(One per fandom)

✰ Firestorm (JLA/DC)

✰ Riply (Alien)

✰ Iron man (Marvel)

✰ Drix (Osmosis Jones)

✰ Cuphead

✰ Bendy

✰ Warp Darkmatter (BLOSC)

✰ Shiney (SGRB)

✰ Masterfrown (Unikitty)

✰ Silver (STH)

✰ Jamack (Kipo)

✰ Scorpia (She-Ra)

✰ Breakdown (Transformers)

✰ Kagerou (BPJD)

✰ Vex (SAB)

✰ Kinger (TADC)

✰ Bennie (The Lego Movie 1/2)

✰ Colin (DHMIS)

✰ Tempest Shadow (MLP)

✰ Wander (WOY)

✰ Zane (Ninjago)

✰ Mettaton (Undertale)

✰ Eddie Dear (Welcome Home)

✰ Donatello (TMNT VS. BATMAN)

✰ Hunter (TOH)

✰ Koro Sensei

✰ Bitter Giggle (GOBB)

✰ Plushtrap (FNAF 4)

✰ Gligar (Pokémon)

✰ Boxyboo (PPT)

✰ Rodney (Robots 2005)

✰ Luigi (Super Mario Bros)

✰ Mao Mao (HOPH)

(I have way more than one favorite character per fandom but I tried to make it simple!!)

ALRIGHTY, BUY BUY!!

[onlygenxhere]

Hide away from the world with me

Luke knocked at Julie’s door like she’d asked all of them to do so many times at this point he’d probably knock on door if it was open.

No answer.

She had to be in there though, where else could she be?

He really wanted to show her the song they had been working on at practice earlier. He thought he’d gotten the next verse fixed but needed her brilliant mind to confirm it really was as good as he thought.

He took a deep breath and he took his afterlife in his hands and walked though her bedroom door.

He stopped looking around at the seemingly empty room except for the large lump in the middle of the bed. Julie seemed to be buried completely under the covers.

At first he thought maybe she was asleep. He’d just seen her a couple hours ago at band practice just after dinner, but it wasn’t that late yet.

Julie tended to be a bit of a night owl like he was, even on a school night. So he was as little worried if she’d actually already gone to sleep.  

The comforter shifted, and then settled again, as he stood at the foot of her bed like a creep.

“Julie?”

Still no response.

He should really leave, but what if she was sick?

He wasn’t sure how to check without scaring her. She obviously couldn’t hear him for some reason.

Pull the blanket back?

Stick his head through the blanket?

He chewed on his lip and swayed on his heels trying to make a decision.

He knew what he wanted to do…

Fuck it.

He kicked off his shoes and poofed under the bedspread beside her.

“Shit!” Julie jumped and dropped the phone she was holding and pulled out her ear buds. “Luke! You scared me to death, what the hell!?”

“Sorry, sorry!” I did all the things! I knocked and I called your name several times.” He bit his lip. “I was just worried when you didn’t respond and I didn’t know what else to do.”

She sighed and nodded taking deep breaths trying to slow her breathing back down. “Ok, ok, your second death has been postponed. What did you want?”

He finally gave her a good look and noticed the tear tracks on her cheeks. She wasn’t crying now but she definitely had been.

“Why are you under here Jules?”

She looked at him a long time. It was weird being under the comforter like this, like they were the only two people in the world.

“Sometimes I can get all in my head and I just need to go away, shut off the rest of the world and I need the illusion that the rest of the world has gone away from me… if that makes any sense?”

He nodded encouraging her to keep talking.

“So I’ll bury myself under the blankets, pull up a movie or some youtube, put in my ear buds and just… check out.”

Oh, that he understood. He generally didn’t need the blankets and the headphones to “checkout” but he could understand how they’d be helpful.

He reached up and swiped his thumb across her cheek. “But why were you crying?”

She turned away from him and tilted her head up blinking rapidly and sniffed.

“Oh shit Jules, I don’t mean to make you cry again.” He awkwardly patted her arm.

She giggled and glanced at him, her eyes shiny with unshed tears. “I know and it’s really stupid anyway.”

He was caught in that onyx gaze, her eyes almost black in the darkness under the comforter. “I’m sure it’s not.”

A tear escaped down her cheek and he couldn’t stop himself from wiping it away with his thumb.

She sighed and closed her eyes as another tear ran down her cheek. “Tonight was a really good practice.”

“It was.” He nodded even though her eyes were still closed.

“Sometimes it just hits me…” she started to get choked up and the tears ran more freely. “It hits me that my mom will never hear us play.” Julie opened her eyes and the pain and sadness shining through her tears was like a knife in his chest. “She would have loved the band.” She sobbed as she reached up to touch his face. “She would have loved you.”

Luke didn’t even think as he pulled her to his chest and held her tight as she started to sob.

Tears filled his own eyes as she cried and held him just as tight as he was holding her, like she might fall if either of them let go. “I got you Jules. I’ve got you I swear.” He whispered into her curls.  

He wished he could have met Rose too, if only to thank her for sending him to Julie like they suspected she had.

He ran his hand up and down her bare arm and whispered that everything would be ok even though he had no idea if everything would be ok or not.

Most days he tried not to think about it but he had no idea if they’d ever make a name for themselves as a band, what that might mean for him and his own family, or even how long they’d get to play music together… how long he’d get to stay… with her.

But as he whispered those words of assurance to her he tried to believe it himself too.

He hoped and he held her as his own tears slid down his cheeks.

He hoped that even after he was gone he’d still get to remember how she felt in his arms, what her skin felt like under his palm, what her hair smelled like tickling his nose, what her voice sounded like singing their words.

Eventually her tears subsided and Julie lifted her head off his chest and looked at him with red rimmed eyes. She reached up and wiped at his cheeks as he sniffed and turned away.

“No, no,” she pulled his eyes back to hers. “Don’t you dare hide from me after I just cried my eyes out all over your favorite shirt.”

He chuckled and glanced down at his Rush tee and couldn’t argue. “It’s just,” he sighed, “I was supposed to be comforting you, not the other way around.”

“Luke…” Julie breathed out and he shivered as her breath ghosted across his face. “We can comfort each other.”

“Yeah?”

“Of course,” she pushed his hair back off his face. “Remember,” she grinned at him. “We make each other better.”

“Yeah we do.” He smiled back at her, reaching up to tuck a curl behind her ear. His heart ached as he looked at the beautiful girl in his arms, so close and yet still so far way. She was alive in every way to everyone and he was only alive to her, for her.

“So,” she patted his chest. “Why did you come looking for me in the first place?”

He opened his mouth to tell her about the song and then closed it again. He didn’t want to break this spell they were under. He didn’t want to pull back the blanket yet and rejoin the rest of the world where she was a fifteen year old high school student and he was a seventeen year old ghost who had been dead for twenty five years.

“Could we maybe just stay under here a little while longer?” He bit his lip and nodded at her dropped phone. “Maybe watch something together?”

She looked at him for a long moment searching his eyes before simply nodding and picking up her phone and handing him one of her ear buds.

He placed it in his ear as she laid her head on his shoulder and propped her phone up on his chest. “I’ll start it over. I was only about twenty minutes in anyway and it’s not like I haven’t watched this a dozen times.”

As some old guy started talking about looking at stars and stars looking back at them Luke whispered against Julie’s temple. “What’s this movie about?”

She tilted her head up at him and grinned. “It’s a fairytale and its got action, humor, magic, true love, a great villain and a happy ending.” Julie snuggled back into his side with a contented sigh. “You’re going to love it.”

And he did.

He loved it.

Almost as much at the girl in his arms and this magical time together.

It reminded him of a movie he’d seen as a kid with his mom. It was everything she said and more and when Yvaine was the one to save Tristan in the end he couldn’t help thinking about how Julie had saved him and the guys with her own magical glowing hug just a few weeks before.

Julie threw the comforter off their heads as the credits started to roll and turned to look at him.

“So…”

“Time to get back to reality?” he pouted.

She looked down and traced lazy circles on his sternum. “We can’t hide forever.”

He tilted her chin up to look at him. “But maybe…” he chewed on his lip. “We could do this again another day?”

The smile that broke out on her face was blinding.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” He smiled back at her, “Maybe we could watch The Princess Bride next time?”

“Ok,” She giggled and pushed herself up to sit beside him. “So are you ready to tell me why you came in here in the first place?”

He gaped at her. Only Julie Molina could make him forget about writing a song. “I think I’ve got the second verse of the new song.”

She bounced on the bed. “Oh, show me.”

And he did.

[polyhexian]

Just imagining how Hollow Mind would play out in the jasper lives brainworm AU, like would he be in communication with Eda directly and be there in the owl house to rescue Hunter and Luz, and then would he catch on to the CATTs leaving the potion to get them out and try to track them down, and confront Darius, or instead if he's waiting in the woods separately and sees Hunter panicking and running away but manages to catch him and talk him down before Hunter accepts and just breaks down in his arms

Jasper doesn't know potions! It's not his area so he couldn't help with this. And he's too erratic to be trusted with this. His motivations are different from theirs anyway- his hatred of belos is personal, and his goal is protecting hunter. He could care less about liberating the isles or ending fascism.

He follows hunter obviously. When Hunter suddenly starts sprinting through the night market at, again, night, alone, he is OBVIOUSLY watching. But he ALSO doesn't know what's happening until it's too late. Hunter and Luz suddenly vanish oh my god. Panic time. Jasper generally keeps to himself unless their interests align but Oh My Fucking God What Did You Guys Do. He is like. Immediately down there. Grabs someone by the throat and slams them into the wall. Probably Darius. He didn't realize who he was cuz of the hood. But now... gasp... and Darius knows he's jasper and he's got those furious pink eyes through his mask. What did you do.

They go to the owl lady's house cuz obviously she's saving her kid. They want to stay secret but... yeah. No. If they don't get found because jasper gets into a fucking battle outside in the yard, they find out when he kicks the door open and throws Darius on the floor.

OUGH maybe here it's like when Luz went in that portal and she was tied by a rope? They can send someone in to get them with some kind of tether and bring them back, and jasper is like absolutely fucking me. He goes in and if hunter sees him he's like oh fuck and runs away from him too.... only for that final fight with Belos where jasper shows up to rescue the kids, only to get struck in the face and lose his mask... and Belos is like holy shit. You. You're alive. And hunter is like. Belos knows you? Who ARE you?

Jasper doesn't answer, he just grabs the kids and they pull him out... and they're on the living room and hunter panics and runs away... and like hunter dropped his staff back when they got teleported so obviously jasper grabbed that. And he's panicking like hunter holy shit stop stop STOP and maybe he even loses him and now he's truly panicking. And he's in the woods panting and terrified and calling Hunter?! Hunter?! Please hunter please where are you! But Hunter keeps hiding... he's confused and afraid... and jasper failed to protect him this time, he nearly lost him and now hunter is scared and confused and alone and he can't help him and he just... falls to his knees and sobs for the first time in years... which hunter hears.... and hesitantly comes out.... and just says... who... are you?

And what can he say? I'm your dad? I made you? I'm the last golden guard? All of those prompt more questions. They're not good answers. So he just says "someone who loves you." And hunter has known this freak his whole life. He's seen the shit he does and like. Click! Yeah... yeah. That makes sense.

And THEN we get hugging and crying and jasper promising I will never let anything hurt you again, on god if anything ever tries I will make them regret having been born. Never again. Never again.

[pebblysand]

You are so generous and you shall preserve everyone’s morale at this difficult time. Mia POV of literally ANYTHING, please and thank you, but if Mia’s voice is too difficult or otherwise not desired, Ginny or Hermione, essentially same prompt. You know where to find me if you’d like something more specific. 💕

❤️ for you and for @frizzyfoureyes who requested "Mia in Paris, pretty please?" also sorry this is more than three sentences, it's basically a scene out of the Mia fic i will never write.

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we only said goodbye with words (i died a hundred times)

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christopher found her, that summer.

she was always told wizarding owls were clever, clever enough to find the addresses of people you didn't even know - he found her in the scorching parisian heat after she'd let him out before boarding the train, thought border control was unlikely to let an owl through. 'you'll find me, won't you?' she asked, and felt stupid, talking to a bird like people don't even talk to their dogs, but she was trying to hold back tears and wondering what if she lost him. what if it was her fault? would he be able to find his way back?

'it's okay,' she said, 'don't be scared.'

(stupid, fucking talking to herself.)

he took a couple of days. she doesn't think she slept. there were too many things to do, anyway. unpacking and buying food and mapping out her new commute. the streets of paris were littered with dog shit back then, and screaming kids on micro scooters, racing through the luco. the fourth, straight from saint-sulpice to réaumur-sebastopol.

she heard a soft knock in the evening, the tapping of a beak against the window of her sixth-floor chambre de bonne on rue du cherche-midi; it's so small she has to drape a sheet of plastic over her bed when she showers so that splashes don't wet the covers. christopher's feathers were all ruffled and dirty but he bumped his little head against her arm as soon as she let him in and asked for biscuits - she gave him treats and cried and said: 'i'm sorry.'

things got better. he still barely goes outside - very much not a hunter - but he sleeps while she is at work and greets her in the evenings, flying to stand on top of her shoulder. it makes working twelve-hour days sowing pearls more bearable. sometimes, she goes for walks to clear her head in the night and he follows her; she sees him in the trees, like he's checking she's alright from up above. he nibbles at her fingers when she lies on her bed, drawing, or, whenever he wants attention.

it's september now, but the air is still hot; she's with her friend, bastien, sharing saucisson and cheese and bottle of cheap wine, the window open to let the air in. the sun is setting; she is sitting on her bed and bastien is yawning on the one chair she owns, backed against the wall, his long legs extended and crossed at the ankles on the tiled floors. her friends think it's quirky she has an owl, but bastien asked how she got it. he is the other intern at gaultier, started the same time she did. they tried to pit them against each other, but it didn't work.

his dad is english. he talks with his hands and she's never seen him dressed in anything that didn't contain sequins. sometimes, she convinces herself he can see into her soul. they've been best friends ever since they met, and she's never met anyone like him. like they have entire conversations in just a few words, like it's easy to just sit here in silence and not try so hard, for once. he likes to tell her about the boys he sees and she likes to listen. it feels easy.

christopher nibbles at the phalange of her index finger and she thinks about him, though. not about bastien or his lovers. not about christopher either.

and: 'what was his name?' her best friend asks, once.

she toys with the wine in her hand. a film of red liquid against the glass. she shakes her head. bastien rolls his eyes.

he is out for blood on this one. she made sure he would be. presented the story like she was in a sort-of relationship with this boy who broke her heart and dumped her after sex and punched her father in the face. it's not a lie and she hasn't spoken to her father in months.

'god, you won't even tell me his name! was he famous?'

'yeah.'

bastien laughs.

the thing is: sometimes, she's wondered if bastien asking how she got the owls wasn't also his way of telling her he knew about owls, without actually telling her he knew about owls. she wonders if there are people-who-keep-owls in france (didn't she meet that bloke at the pub who said his wife was french, once?), wonders if maybe she should have pushed it. but, she is slightly drunk, now, and it matters less, and it is a million degrees under the slated paris rooftops, there are little lights in the sky outside and she is tired and slightly sad again.

she could tell bastien his name and see. she could also go back to england and sell her story to a lot of papers for a lot of money and probably get him into a lot of trouble for telling her about owls in the first place. yet, she shakes her head and keeps him close to her chest, protected, and she isn't sure why. she wants him to stay hers, like that. her secret of sorts. and she wonders if he thinks of her as often as she thinks of him and comes to the conclusion he probably doesn't.

christopher nibbles again. she gives him a bit of bread and lets him burrow against her chest, sitting in her lap. 'he wasn't all bad, you know? he gave me the owl.'

bastien's gaze narrows. 'right, yeah.'

he did a lot more than that, a lot more that she'll never tell anyone. when bastien asks if she still loves him, she's not even sure what to say. that part of her probably always will. that it's okay. that she tried so hard to hate him and it didn't work, so now, she just holds chris close and lets it come, lets it pass, and maybe one day, she won't think about it as much. she doesn't even want to hate him.

'he made me realise i wasn't alone,' she says, then. 'that was a good thing.’

and, bastien smiles, shakes his head. 'you're not, babe.'