#confession 1178

[star-trek-fandom-confessions]

#1178

I do not understand the fandom hypocrisy of saying Mariner is too "toxic" to her close friends but then go around and ship Mariner with someone like Jennifer.

[confessxcheese4tcc]

Girl9 99

CONFESSION #1178

[pantherheart]

Shurir Fanfic recs

I wanted to create some great fics for the ships. I highly encourage you guys to look at shuriri on Ao3.

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Anything from @somethingcleaverandwhitty This creator is one of my favorites.

Here are some of my favorites:

Where did my baby go

Secret admirer

Brown Sugar

Fast Car

@karimwillia Is such. a great writer. I read anything they drop 10/10

Here are some of my favorites:

Teenage love affair

ICU

Coffee in the Morning

{Ao3}

Of Gold and Other Colors (8479 words) by mymarsmoonandstars

Chapters: 6/8 (Not complete )

Rating: Mature

Additional Tags: Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Spiritual, Mild Smut, Post-Movie: Black Panther: Wakanda Forever (2022), Lesbian Shuri (Marvel), shuriri, Dark Shuri (Marvel)

Summary: Shuri let the words go. “I want to kill Namor.”

Peace & Comfort (5518 words) by macreadsthat

Chapters: 10/11 (Not complete)

Fandom: Black Panther (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Tags: Friends to Lovers, Alternate Universe - College/University, Wakanda (Marvel), obsessed w/shuriri 4L

Summary: It had only been 2 months since Shuri had returned from Haiti. And whether or not she wanted to admit it, she almost immediately made a beeline for MIT. Shuri and Riri have been messing around during Shuri's trip. What started as navigating their feelings for one another, has now turned into moments they keep for just them. They have yet to say what their relationship is or share with the others in our Wakandan family what they plan to do regarding the new layer of their lo- like

The Unearthing (24120 words) by Cherham

Chapters: 6/?(Not complete)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Tags: Grief/Mourning, Friends to Lovers, Missing Scenes, Canon Compliant, until it's not, Shuri is going through a lot, Slow Burn, and so is Riri actually, Nakia and Okoye are parents

Summary: “I just buried the last person who truly knew me. My heart was buried with her.”

"It's my dad's car. We used to work on it before he…"

This is how Shuri and Riri found their hearts again after losing them and how they gave parts of them to each other along the way.

road home (to your sweet nothings) (1178 words) by walshisaweedbrain

Chapters: 1/1 ( Complete)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: really it's just self indulgent shuriri, Established Relationship, Post-Movie: Black Panther: Wakanda Forever (2022), halfway there to meeting the parents, they're soft and in love

Summary:

“Are you sure you still wanna come tonight? I know my mom can be kind of intense with her questions and meeting the family is kind of a big thing-”

Shuri chuckles and brushes the tip of her nose against Riri’s. She tilts her head slightly to the side and leaves a tender kiss on Riri’s lips, brief but rife with meaning.

“Are you sure you want me there tonight? You seem more worried about this than I am.”

Broken Clock. (9611 words) by sorrymother

Chapters: 5/5 ( Completed)

Rating: Mature

Tags: Queen Shuri (Marvel), Ironheart, Black Panther Shuri (Marvel), Pining, Smut, Angst, Post-Canon, Canon Rewrite

Summary: Shuri made a promise she couldn't keep. Riri is fairly upset about it.

5 times (16921 words) by qaradeservesrights

Chapters: 5/5 (Completed)

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Spoilers for Movie: Black Panther: Wakanda Forever (2022), Survivor Guilt, Healthy Relationships, Pre-Relationship, Fluff, Love Confessions, Eventual Smut

Summary: "You're doing it again." A newly familiar voice from the door. She had been so absorbed in her latest experiment that she hadn't heard it open.

"Doing what, your highness?" Riri replies, turning just in time to see the way the title made Shuri's nose wrinkle cutely.

"Blaming yourself."

smells like jasmine and clover (drop our composure) (6203 words) by walshisaweedbrain

Chapters: 1/1 (Completed)

Rating: General Audiences

Tags: 5+1 Things, but make it (kind of) christmassy, shuri struggles and everyone around her is a little shit, in the best way possible, Fluff and Humor

Summary: 5 times Shuri struggles to find the perfect Christmas gift for Riri and 1 time she realizes it has been there all along

Safespace (7916 words) by WHorEsOMe_SLut

Chapters: 3/3 (Completed)

Rating: Not Rated

Tags: Kidnapping, Heartbreak, Trauma, Riri is missing, SHURI heart broken

Summary: Spirling feels like the whole world around, one that once looked familiar and safe comes crashing down not all at once but in bittersweet pieces that make the pain linger.

Something happens to Riri, and the pain of not knowing what it is is eating Shuri up. The leader of Wakanda, Black Panther, Shuri as she navigates through grief all over again

fever dream (5403 words) by Earthseed

Chapters: 2/2 (Completed)

Rating: General Audiences

Tags: Sickfic, Idiots in Love, Hurt/Comfort, flu season at college sucks, anxious shuri, down bad riri, Post-Canon, Mutual Pining, Wakandan planes have fast travel Shuri told me herself, Author is not a doctor, Shuri calling riri baby girl is canon TO ME, Getting Together, riri has completely normal feelings about shuri’s hands, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Friends to Lovers, author/semicolons; an obsession

Summary: Must Haves for Surviving Flu Season at MIT

1. A big comfy sweatshirt

2. Tissues stolen from the common area

3. A Wakandan princess

[hebimoonlightwrites]

Hiii!!!

Can I request something like one-shot with Doppo where he take care of his sick fem s/o, but ended up getting sick himself when she's finally get well so now it's her time to be a doc? XD

Thank you very much for your works!!! They're precious <3

Writer's corner: Aww, thank you for the compliment, sweetheart! Also, of course you can request about it! It sounds like a very cute and funny idea too! I seriously hope I'll meet your expectations with what I've written! Please, let me know if there's something you don't like and want me to change or fix! Enjoy~♥

mc's pronouns: SHE/HER

words: 1178

Warnings: none :3

~𝙰 𝚏𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞..!~

"But you got a fever, mc!!"

That's what Doppo said, showing with a loud tone of his voice that he was very worried for his dear love's well-being. He was getting ready,dressing up, buttoning his shirt, when he saw that mc looked strange. Her cheeks looked red and her breath was heavier. Her forehead seemed to be sweating. Even if she tried her best to reassure him that she was fine, Doppo actually ran to take a thermometer. It looked funny to mc's eyes how clumsy he ran out of the bedroom: he was still wearing only a white t-shirt under his half buttoned shirt. Wearing a pair of black boxer, because he hadn't finished dressing up, he ran out worried. Mc giggled softly, quite weakly, and in a few seconds she remembered about how the two of them had started a relationship and now were living together as a couple. That adorable clumsiness Doppo proved to still have was so cute.. it was the first thing mc had started to love about him.. The way he confessed, clumsily and embarrassed while handing her some roses, his cheeks as red as those flowers. Mc chuckled thinking about it and soon noticed and heard some fast and worried footsteps coming back to the bedroom. It was Doppo, of course, who was still wearing his shirt and black boxer. He had his hair messy and a worried but lovely expression on his face. He soon approached and sat next to the love of his life, helping her to take her temperature. 

"I-.. Don't worry, babe!! I won't l-leave you alone!! I..", Doppo paused but then stood up and took his smartphone, starting scrolling down his contacts, looking for his boss' one: "I'll call my boss and I'll tell him that I got a fever!..", he said with a shaky and worried voice. After that Doppo turned to face mc with a blushing and cute look on his face. Mc then tried to stand up but he stopped her: "hey hey.. look.. you clearly got a fever, my love.. come on.. let me-", he stopped only to put his hand on her cheek, gently rubbing his thumb on her face, feeling the warmth of her skin: "Let me take care of you.."

Mc couldn't do anything but blush and smile, nodding softly in response. She was slightly worried that Doppo's absence from his job would have caused him some troubles.. yet she knew that, if Doppo was sure to tell his boss that he would have stayed home that day, maybe it was because he knew what he was doing so.. so she didn't have to worry about it! She was clearly seeing her almost-husband standing and holding his phone close to his ear, speaking to his boss, while pretending to cough and imitating a weak voice. Mc hid her mouth under the blankets, trying hard not to laugh because of it. As Doppo heard some soft giggles, he turned to look at his girlfriend and put his finger on his nose: "sshhh!", he winked and chuckled silently. As he ended the call, Doppo chuckled and finished dressing up, putting on some comfy clothes. He had planned to keep his sweet babe company and to take care of her. If she wanted something to eat? He'd have cooked for her. If she wanted some cuddles? He would have cuddled her, of course! Everything to make her feel better! That day would have been hers. 

Soon mc could see him running to the bathroom and coming back with a bowl full of cold water and a piece of cloth. He put it in the water and then softly put it on her forehead, chuckling softly as he saw mc trembling because it was too cold. "Babe.. it should help you to feel better..", he smiled and kissed her cheeks adorably, before approaching the bedroom's door, confidently. Mc kept her sweet eyes on his figure until Doppo turned to face her again. His eyes looked determined but even caring and lovingly. His voice sounded hopeful and cute as he spoke: "So, my precious princess..! I'm going to prepare the best breakfast, only for you..! P-please.. call me if you feel sicker.. or if you feel like you're about to vomit..!". After that he left the room almost running clumsly, leaving mc's cheeks becoming redder because of how cute he looked to her eyes.

As he promised, after a few minutes he came back with mc's favourite breakfast. He was holding a tray with some cookies and other food mc loved eating in the morning, then there was also a small and cute flower. The breakfast smelled nice and lovely, especially because Doppo had used a secret ingredient, which was love and the desire of seeing mc getting better soon! Doppo's eyes couldn't help but sparkle as he saw that mc was enjoying eating. "You don't eat, babe?", she asked giggling and receiving Doppo shaking his own head in response.. He kept his eyes on her, like if she was the most beautiful thing in the whole world... like if his life mattered only because mc was with him, by his side.. like if he could have kept his eyes on her figure for the rest of his life if he had had the opportunity to.. like if he only needed her to be happy... His heart skipped a beat as his eyes met hers. She had this strange power to make him feel just like he had felt the first day they had met. Oh, well.. their relationship was still pretty "young", but Doppo did feel like if both were born to be together. Since mc couldn't go anywhere because of her fever, Doppo soon decided to reach her and laid down next to her, holding her close to his chest, even if she was hot because of that damn fever. He covered her in the blanket, wrapping his arms around her body.

"Babe... You'll get a fever too if you keep me so close..", mc chuckled as she felt Doppo's arms tightening the hug. The red-haired man giggled too, but then pressed his lips against her forehead. "I don't care. A fever can't keep me away from you..!". Soon he started tickling her and cuddling her in the purest and cutest way he could, caressing her back and kissing her cheeks and lips softly. He occasionally even took her temperature only to chuckle and say: "See? Your fever looks much lower than before! I'm a great doctor, don't you think?". 

---

The following day, however, while mc woke up feeling good, she turned and saw Doppo's cheeks blushed and his breath being heavier. As he opened his eyes weakly, none of them spoke. They both had realised about the situation, so mc only giggled softly, patting her boyfriend's head, while Doppo tried his best to hide his own face under the blankets:

"What did I tell you yesterday, babe? Hehe! Now.. let me be the one to take care of you this time~!"

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[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 486, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) neonatal death

WORDS: 1178

“Break a leg out there, my love,” I told Peter mere moments before he went onstage. “But don’t really break your leg!”

“Will do, my woman.” Deep crinkles formed at the corners of his eyes, indicating that he was smiling down at me. He then turned and stepped out onto the stage, raising a hand to the screaming crowd as he donned his bass and stepped up to the front of the stage.

He ripped into Wolf Moon, and then These Three Wishes, and then Cinnamon Girl, and then September Sun…

“Mommy?” Elizabeth yelled over the ear pounding loud music, turning to look up at me. “Why does daddy scream my name during this song?”

“He once had an girlfriend, now ex, named Elizabeth,” I told her, letting out a wince at the sudden twinge of sharp discomfort that raced through my veins. “And no, you weren’t named after her, if that is what you’re thinking.”

“Why isn’t daddy with her?” she asked me as Katie rocked out to the music with a happy smile on her face, waving her one hand in the air while holding onto Jing with her other arm. “Not that I’m complaining about you, mommy- you’re the bestest mommy in the whole wide world!”

“Your father and Elizabeth weren’t a compatible match,” I answered diplomatically. “I never knew her, only what your father told me.”

“Oh.” She looked away with a pensive look of her pretty face before returning her attention back to the concert, where Peter was wailing into the microphone and the babies were babbling around him while keeping his hair out of his face. The crowd was rocking out and there was even someone crowd surfing.

Peter finished the song, checking in with the crowd surfer and making sure that they were safe and well before announcing a fifteen minute long  intermission. He swung off his bass, being certain not to catch the babies before exiting the stage, a hand out to the crowd as he picked me up and whisked his girls off to the band’s assigned dressing room.

“Sweetheart, are you alright?” he asked me as yet another wince crossed over my face.

“I think I’m starting to have contractions,” I confessed. “They’re about forty minutes apart. When they get to be ten minutes apart, you can take me to the hospital then, alright?”

“Alright,” he smiled at me, poking his head out the door and bellowing, “SLITZY!”

The slightly portly man appeared almost at once, his cell phone in hand and clearly doing a live record.

“Slitzy, keep an eye on Mary Claire for me, won’t you?” he ordered him. “Baby Violet Marie is coming.”

“Oh sweet fuck!” Slitzy jumped up with a frantic look on his face as I paced from one foot to the other, grunting in discomfort.

“Slitzy.” Peter’s voice was worn and irritated. “Sit down and shut up.”

“You’re giving me horrible second handed anxiety,” I piped in. “Now, I’ve given birth two times before. I don’t need to go to the hospital until my contractions are about two minutes apart and I’m starting to dilatate.”

“What can I do?” Slitzy looked less concerned and more worried.

“I just really need to walk around some, that’ll help a heaps ton,” I grumbled, waddling from one side of the room to the other, breathing heavily as I did so.

In, two, three, four…

Hold, two, three, four…

Out, two, three, four…

“Baby Violet Marie is coming,” I muttered, leaning into my husband as he joined me.

“Baby Violet Marie is coming,” he whispered, joy dancing in his eyes.

“Baby Violet Marie is coming,” Elizabeth giggled, coming up next to me and offering me more support.

“Baby Violet Marie is coming!” Katie cheered, stepping in next to Elizabeth.

“Baa bee Vi wet Mawie coming!” giggled little girl as she koalaed herself to her godfather’s leg. Baby Tommy followed in his older sister’s footsteps and attached himself to his father’s other leg with a sleepy yawn.

“Night night,” he babbled, shutting his eyes and drifting off to sleep almost at once.

“Mommy, daddy-” Elizabeth suddenly broke free of the family huddle and went over to her backpack, where she took out a little blue dress. “I made this for Baby Violet Marie! So that she can match her siblings!”

A smile stretched across my face at the little Madeline dress and matching yellow baby bonnet, both clearly crafted with an adoring love in between every other stitch.

“It’s so beautiful, thank you, Elizabeth!” I smiled at my daughter as another contraction hit me.

“Sweetheart, are you okay?” Peter asked me, worry etched over his face.

“I’m good, my love, I’m good!” I wheezed from pain, struggling to remain upright and not double over. “I just really think that I’ll need my epidural the very second we get to the hospital.”

“Do you want to go now?” Peter fretted.

“Nonono my love, not now, not now,” I grimaced. “They’ll just send me back home again and tell me to come back later.”

“You’re doing so good, my sweetheart,” he praised me in a gentle voice. “I love you, amazing woman of mine.”

“You never let me forget that,�� I grouched, suddenly feeling extremely irritable and sour. “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!”

“Contractions are getting closer together,” Elizabeth announced, looking up from her cell phone. She had uploaded a contraction counting app earlier that evening, telling me that I would thank her once Baby Violet Marie had been born. “Thirty nine minutes!”

“Good job, Bitty!” Peter praised her as Josh came up to the door just then.

“Hey Pete, intermission is just about over,” he announced. “Are we going to need to cut the concert short so that you can take Mary Claire to the hospital?”

“Nonono, I’m good,” I panted. “Peter, go out there and finish up that concert.”

“Sweetheart, are you sure?” he asked me.

“Yes,” I answered bluntly. “Now go.”

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[tindogpodcast]

TDP 1178: 12.3A. #DoctorWho: The Wizard of Time

https://bbvproductions.co.uk/products/Faction-Paradox-The-Confession-of-Brother-Signet-AUDIO-DOWNLOAD-p389922366

  12.3 The Wizard of Time by Roy Gill It’s time for a story.

Jacob Harmer was one of the greats. His fantasy novels for children entranced a generation. But how much of their stories were fantasy and how much of them was the truth? At last he's ready to tell the tale of what really happened.

    A new Tin Dog Podcast

[ao3feed-tolkien]

For What The Soul Yearns

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/nmJbO3q

by RagingBookDragon

Lindir rides as gracefully as he sings, he comes to realize as they ride through the Ford of Bruinen. Lindir sits atop a sheer, golden steed, the hair of the horse shining in the sunlight as the elf leads it through the water of the stream. He, on the other hand, favored the black horse, something about the look in the giant’s eyes that said We are one in the same, had drawn him to it. He leads Lindir to an open expanse of trees, a secluded little area just near the edge of the Misty Mountains.

Words: 1178, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: lotr - Fandom, The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Lindir (Tolkien), Lindir of Rivendell

Relationships: Lindir (Tolkien)/Reader, Lindir (Tolkien) & Reader, Lindir/Reader, Lindir & Reader, Lindir of Rivendell/Reader, Lindir of Rivendell & Reader

Additional Tags: Establishing Relationship, Fluff and Humor, Romantic Fluff, Boys In Love, Horseback Riding, First Dates, Love Confessions, Falling In Love

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/nmJbO3q

[western-magical-girl-confessions]

“I know it’s unlikely, but what if Thomas is just trolling us about Chloe‘s redemption and Chloka not happening? After all, stories are better when you don’t know the end to it!”

[miraculousladybug-confessions]

“I have a theory that Chloe getting a miraculous is actually going to be a mistake: marinette is supposed to choose who gets the other miraculouses but what if one of them gets lost and Chloe just happens to stumble across it? I find it hard to believe she would choose to include Chloe on purpose, unless she sees something in her I don't.” 

[barbie-movie-confessions]

#1178: "I like to imagine that after the events of the movie, Lacey takes up an interest in medicine and even becoming a doctor later in life! After seeing her mother pass and her father almost die too, I think she would want to start helping people heal or even just helping them feel a little better."

[piercethelenn]

Track seventeen — Coworker-zoned.

Warnings: None! || Word count: 1178

Y/N had already lost count of how many times she had made a fool of herself in front of other people, you can blame it on her helpless tendency of making rash decisions that inevitably led to disaster. Anyone could guess how terrible of a chess player she is. Yeojin used to say that every time she felt unsure about making an important decision, she should imagine herself advising three people, be it friends or close family, on doing said things. The problem, however, is that Y/N was always dragged by her heart in the heat of the moment to do things without putting her brain to use, like right now.

Being an average romance enjoyer like she was, the pianist felt physical pain in the cornea of her eyes when rereading her love confession… If she could even call it that way. You can’t blame the poor girl, as this was the first time in her life that she was the one making the first move, but maybe if she had learnt something from all the romcoms she had watched, her confession would have sounded less like a fan letter. Seriously? “Your singing gives me strength”? Was Lee Seokmin a K-pop idol now?

She started to wonder why her feelings had been rejected so easily, when in her mind she had expected at least a “Let’s talk when I get back” or even “I’ll think about it”. Instead, her confession had been turned down so fast… Was she lacking romanticism? Cheesy phrases? A pickup line to break the ice? Or may it be that her words were not as honest as she considered them to be while nervously typing the texts.

A few minutes ago, Y/N had thought about mentioning how much she enjoyed listening to Seokmin as he welcomed every morning with his skilled singing, but the fear of being misunderstood as some weird stalker held her back. Still, if there was someone out there who could grant her the power of turning back time, she would have come clean about it, because after all, that’s what she liked the most about him, and maybe it would have been the key to show the musical actor just how serious she was about her unwavering crush on him.

The girl looked at the time on her phone, there were barely a few minutes left before the lesson started at the academy and there was still a long road ahead, so she scanned the area for the closest bus stop and quickened her pace.

The incoming bus went totally ignored, though, because a familiar voice filled Y/N’s ears, gluing her feet to the ground. Her eyes started taking account of familiar details in the scenery before her, from the blue house across the street where a black, fluffy cat gazed outside through the window, to the gorgeous red roses that bloomed in one of the near front yards. She slowly turned back and faced the exposed brick wall that she knew so well; Without her even noticing, her steps had led her to this place once again.

All the sudden questions that popped in her head evaporated as quickly as they came after hearing the sound of a door closing and Heeseung’s figure approaching the garage door, car keys in hand as he whistled the same melody that Y/N heard a few moments ago. She immediately crouched down and untied her shoelaces, pretending to be busy with them in an attempt to go unnoticed by him.

一Are those shoes are giving you a hard time?一 Well, at least she tried 一Here, let me do it一. Oh, wow, how original, she thought to herself, but the embarrassment of getting caught was more than enough to make her stand up abruptly as soon as he got on one knee beside her to help. She had to act natural! (Y/N was starting to get a hang of what that meant) and a reddened face would be so hard to explain, but luckily, the vocal coach did not ask about it. 一You are going to the academy, right? I can give you a ride, it’ll be faster than the bus一.

The pianist checked the time once more and then switched back to look at his unreadable face, a heavy sigh of defeat leaving her lungs.

(...)

一I had no idea you lived around here一 Heeseung commented, eyes fixed on the road 一If you ever run late again, you can always ask me to take you to the academy… or the campus even, for your morning lectures一 He took a turn to the left, in just a few more blocks they would reach their destination. Y/N had been quiet the entire time, too stunned by what she heard before to say anything.

一You don’t have to, really一 She finally muttered, mindlessly playing with the strap of her bag. 一I know you said you wanted to compensate me for teaching you piano at a Guinness record-worthy speed, but you already saved me that day when it rained, and now you’re doing it again, you don’t owe me anything一. She regained her composure and gazed out the window at the blurry buildings and people that passed by.

Heeseung clicked his tongue 一I know that you’re usually professional and serious or whatever, but you don’t have to be so formal with me一 He stared at her for a second during a red light with those dark eyes of his, raising both eyebrows 一I’m not doing business here, just think of it like a friend helping you out一 the car started moving again after the traffic lights had switched again.

The pianist frowned at the implication 一Excuse me, “friend”?一. Aren’t you getting ahead of yourself? she meant to ask, but then remembered the embarrassing conversation she had with Seokmin barely half an hour ago and decided to bite her tongue. There was no need for Heeseung to find out about her heart getting torn apart.

一Hey! We’ve been seeing each other almost every day for the past month, and you’re telling me I’m still on the “acquaintance” stage? Are you coworker-zoning me right know?一 He dramatically clutched his shirt over his heart, making Y/N’s skip a beat out of sheer panic, but the vocal coach seemed to have no trouble driving with only one hand. This was the second time that she had seen him express any sort of emotion; the first being back when Heeseung finally got to use the piano’s pedals without making a mistake. 一I thought we had something special!一 He continued the improvised melodrama as he parked the car outside of the SVTA building. A light chuckle escaped her lips as she gazed amusingly at him. Oh, if only he knew how much she needed to laugh right now after everything that happened.

As both teachers headed to the classroom, Y/N telepathically thanked him for the distraction and all the help, deciding she was ready to ascend him to the “friendship” stage.

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[2toplibrary]

A mini-collection featuring TDBK + Fuyumi

a lesson in unloneliness by bakunonist

(T, 20K, 1/1)

“Don’t you have better things to do than flirt with some stranger you met at the hospital, pretty boy?” (Shouto’s father is dying, his sister is delusional, and his brother is nowhere to be found. So no, not really.)

My Brother-in-law by citrussunscreen

(T, 5313, 1/1)

Fuyumi isn't sure about Bakugou Katsuki when she learns that Shouto starts dating him. There were still small spots of doubt in her heart even after they got married. Fuyumi wishes she had learnt much earlier that her worries were for naught. TodoBaku.

Turn of the Tide by staqua

(T, 4380, 1/1)

Shouto's new apartment comes with many things. The con: the perpetually broken laundry machines. The pro: cute neighbour boy. Now, if only one of them could make a move...

I don’t want to meet your folks (but you have me wrapped around your little finger) by Anonymous

(T, 7829, 1/1)

Bakugou gets roped into spending the weekend with Todoroki and his family, pretending to be a loving boyfriend. There's no way this can result in chaos. After all, Bakugou has a tight lid on his crush. To nobody's surprise, that control wavers the longer the con goes on.

connecting the dots by staqua

(T, 3798, 1/1)

Shouto’s family visits his and Bakugou’s apartment. Cue Bakugou frantically cooking and cleaning; enter Shouto’s realization of his feelings.

the samurai and his prince by czqy

(G, 1563, 1/1)

Shouto is Katsuki’s best friend. Katsuki likes going to his house to play, because he has siblings and that makes things more fun.

Men With Facial Hair Are More Attractive Than Men Without It by curovogel

(M, 2672, 1/1)🔞

“Fuyumi likes it,” Todoroki says, a touch defensive, and Bakugou cringes because the unspoken rule of the Bakugou-Todoroki household is that no one goes against Fuyumi.

Awkward Dinners and Oblivious Feelings by EmeraldWaves

(T, 2807, 1/1)

After getting invited to dinner at the Todoroki household for a second time, Bakugou isn't sure what to make of his relationship with Todoroki. And Todoroki is oblivious as hell.

dishwater by racingshadows

(G, 1178, 1/1)

A thought crossed her mind, Mother should’ve been in this position.

Because, a mother was always a mother, who knew what to do and what to say, when her in-laws were helping to do house chores.

Because, Bakugou Katsuki never grew up in a big family and also in a quiet house, and Todoroki Fuyumi never had a brother-in-law before.

home is where the heart is by staqua

(T, 5315, 1/1)

Katsuki adopts a cat for Shouto's birthday... as do his siblings.

Shouto's boyfriend and his dysfunctional family-in-law by morningrays

(G, 3386, 1/1)

Bakugou remembers fondly the day Todoroki Shouto asked him to become his boyfriend. It happened as normal as anyone would expect it to be: a hang out between friends that led to a love confession.

Now, in front of Todoroki Rei's house, he wondered how in the hell he had forgotten how not normal his boyfriend's family (and even Shouto himself) was. Maybe he'd have thought twice before accepting his feelings, or at the very least, this family get together to 'celebrate their relationship', which translated to judge the baby of the family's partner.

And no, he was not scared. At all.

when a war ends by ochako (kunimi)

(G, 3659, 1/1)

“You haven’t left this house in a week,” Bakugou says. “And I’d put money on you not leaving this exact spot.”

“I don’t have to go anywhere,” Shouto says, and it should be obstinate, but instead, it sounds to his ears like i don’t have anywhere else to go.

Todoroki Shouto learns to grieve. / when a war ends, what does that look like, exactly? –— andrea gibson

Metamorphosis by stillalosturl

(G, 2883, 1/1)

Fuyumi closes the envelope as she hands back the letters to her mother, “Shouto seems so happy, huh? Bakugou has been such a good influence.”

Rei lets out a breathy laugh, “He is, isn’t he?”

Fuyumi sighs wistfully, "Do you think Shouto realizes this? Mom, I don't want him to... you know?”

“Give him time, Fuyumi,” Rei simply looks at the letters with a fond smile, “Shouto just needs time.”

Whether anyone likes it or not, time always pushes for change: may it be the philosophy of life, the landscape of nature, or a person. The Todoroki family watches Shouto's inevitable metamorphosis as the seasons change.

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[lillywillow]

Comforting Home

Summary: Bucky comes home from a tough mission to his favourite person who will take care of him in his time of need

 Word Count: 1178

 Square Filled: Singing in the shower

 Pairings: Bucky x Reader

 Warnings: Showering, fluff

Written for @star-spangled-bingo

 Author’s Note: Just a quick disclaimer, I do not own the lyrics to Some Day My Prince Will Come, Somewhere Over the Rainbow or excerpts from The Hobbit.

  To say the mission had been difficult was an understatement. Bucky was absolutely exhausted, the kind of exhaustion that seeps into your bones. He had spent hours filling out reports before finally being allowed to come home. Fortunately nobody died or was seriously injured but there were a few close calls. Bucky trudged back to his apartment, the cold autumn air biting at his skin. There was only one person in the entire world that could make him feel better at this point.

...

The moment Bucky walked in the door, you ran up and hugged him.

 “Welcome home! Oh, honey, you’re freezing. Here, you go jump in the shower and I’ll get your warm pyjamas, okay?” Bucky gave you a weak smile and headed to the bathroom.

 When you came back with his clothes, you knocked on the door.

 “Bucky? How are you going in there?”

 “Can... can you help me? M-my fingers are n-numb...”

 Smiling, you went in to help him, putting the pyjamas on the counter. You turned on the shower to let it warm up before assisting him in undressing. Bucky stepped into the shower once the temperature had been adjusted so it wouldn’t scald him and after undressing yourself, you joined him.

 The moment the warm water made contact with his skin, the goosebumps that had broken out went away, making him sigh in content. You put a little bit of shampoo in your hand and began to wash his hair, singing as you did so.

 “Some day my prince will come Some day we'll meet again And away to his castle we'll go To be happy forever I know...”

 Bucky couldn’t help but smile a little at the familiar lyrics. He had gone to see Snow White and the Seven Dwarves when it was first released in 1937. Bucky had confessed to you how much he had loved the film, how awestruck he was when he came out of the theatre. How could he not be? It was the first of its kind in all cinematic history.

 “Some day when spring is here We'll find our love anew And the birds will sing And wedding bells will ring Some day when my dreams come true...”

 As you lathered the substance into his hair, you could feel his body start to relax. You smiled and continued singing older Disney songs, rinsing his hair and moving onto his body washing the dirt and grime from the mission off his skin, taking great care over any small injuries you noticed.

 Once he was cleaned off, you gently took his face in your hands.

 “Do you want me to help you shave?” Bucky gave you a motion that was somewhere between a shrug and a nod.

 “I need to hear you say an answer, baby. Yes or no?”

 “Y-yes, please...”

 You carefully foamed up some shaving cream into your hand and applied it to his face. Bucky watched you, your expression calm and focussed on the job you were doing, simply humming rather than singing to help you concentrate better.

 When you were done, you rinsed him off and put away the shaver.

 “There we go, there’s my handsome prince,” you cooed. Bucky was suddenly overcome with emotion and hugged you, holding you close to his chest and quietly sobbing. He needed this. Someone being so soft and gentle with him. You simply held him and allowed him to cry while you rubbed his back and cradled his neck while beginning on another well known song.

 “Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby Somewhere over the rainbow, Skies are blue, And the dreams that you dare to dream, really do come true...”

...

 After Bucky had calmed down, you helped him to dry off and get dressed. You guided him to the kitchen were you had a complete three course meal. The moment Bucky inhaled the scent and his mouth watered, his stomach growling. He couldn’t remember the last time he had something decent to eat.

 “Smells so good, doll,” he smiled, taking his seat at the table. You set the first course down in front of him.

 “I worked hard on all of this. First up is Chinese chicken and corn soup, then roast pork, I made the crackling extra crispy, just the way you like it with vegetables and finally chocolate lava cake for dessert... I hope you like it...” Bucky smiled and began eating. While he ate, you caught him up on everything he had missed out on while he was gone.

 The man could be absolutely ravenous after a mission and it never ceased to surprise you how much he could put away. Bucky had second helpings of each dish and when he was full, he leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes and placing a hand on his stomach. He suddenly looked down when he felt something brush against his leg.

 “Alpine! There’s my sweet girl!”

 The cat had been pretty much sulking ever since Bucky had left but now that he had returned, she had come out of her hiding place. You picked her up and placed her on his lap. Bucky smiled and fussed over her and pat her soft fur.

 “Do you want to go to bed now? Alpine can come along too.” Bucky yawned and stood up and headed to the bedroom.

 You had set up the heavier blankets and put on the electric blanket in preparation for the cold night. Bucky settled himself down in the sheets with you following after him. He carefully placed Alpine between the two of you and continued stroking her, causing her to purr loudly. You grabbed the book from your bedside table.

 “I thought I’d help you unwind after that mission with an old classic; There and Back Again,” you winked showing him the cover. Bucky grinned and snuggled down.

 “Chapter One: An Unexpected Party. In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit...”

 Usually after a mission, Bucky’s mind was swarming with regrets and bad memories but tonight was different. He was full of his favourite types of foods, he was warm and he had his two favourite loved ones in bed with him. Bucky loved how much you took care of him and when you had a bad day, he would take care of you too. You were both so deeply in love with each other.

 As he drifted off to sleep, he couldn’t think about how lucky he was to have you in his life. One of these days, Bucky knew he was going to marry you.

[stony-ao3-feed]

Modern Art

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by FestiveFerret

Steve finally worked up the courage to ask Tony out, only to find out that Tony has a crush on someone else.

Words: 1178, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Misunderstandings, Cute, Fluffy, Love Confessions, Eavesdropping, Tony's nicknames get him in trouble, little bit of pining, but a happy ending

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[agnewluvr]

I Promise That I’ll Love You for the Rest of My Life (a Charlie Gillespie fic)

Description: Charlie realizes he’s in love with you and wants to scream it but for now he’ll sing it.

Word Count: 1178

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Charlie was head over heels in love with you. But he had yet to actually tell you. Well today he was going to change that. He really wanted to plan this whole cute day where you have things planned looking back at your relationship so far but Charlie liked simple so he was just gonna head over to your apartment and try and find the right words to say.

He was on his way to surprise you when you had sent him a text saying you missed him. He smiled at his phone before heading into the local grocery store to pick up a small bouquet of flowers. They didn’t have your favorite so he went with the second best choice of white roses. Satisfied with his choice he grabbed them and checked out before heading back on the road to your apartment. Not before texting you back saying he missed you too. One short ride later and he parked his car, grabbed the flowers, guitar and his backpack and headed up to see his girl.

He skipped up the stairs to the second floor where you were located and knocked on your door. He is mentally thanking himself that you didn’t have a peep hole on your door so you couldn’t see it was him just yet. He anxiously stood there flowers in one hand as he was wiping his sweaty palm on the other hand onto his pants. The door opened and before he knew it you were jumping into his arms.

“Charlie!” You exclaim as he wraps his one arm around you walking into your apartment closing the door behind him. You stayed there for a second burying your face in his neck. Thinking about how you just texted him like 5 minutes ago saying you missed him.

“Hi baby, missed me that much?” He joked giving you a squeeze before setting you down. You nodded wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him. He smiles into the kiss thinking how much he loved you and couldn’t wait to tell you.

“These are for you.” He says once you two pull away. You look down and see the bouquet of white roses in his hand and your heart melted. You grab them from him and smell them holding the cheesiest smile on your face looking back up at Charlie.

“I love them, thank you bubba.” You say going to find a vase and some water to put the flowers in so they can have a home on your counter.

“I’m so glad you came over. I was really missing you.” You say wrapping your arms back around his neck playing with his hair that was just about neck length. You loved it.

“I missed you too, why do you think I decided to come over.” He says looking at you so lovingly holding your waist.

“Plus you look pretty dang good in my hoodie.” He says winking at you as you giggle.

“Stay the night with me?” You ask

“How’d I know you were going to ask? I already had my bag packed.” He says referring to his backpack that was on the couch. You smiled as he smiled right back at you.

“I’m glad you can read my mind.” You say as he kissed your forehead.

“There’s a new song I just learned on my guitar that I wanna show you.” He says, grabbing his guitar as the two of you sat on the couch. He took a deep breath and started strumming the chords to Niall Horan’s ‘Black and White’

“That first night we were standing at your door

Fumbling for your keys, then I kissed you

Ask me if I want to come inside

'Cause we didn't want to end the night

Then you took my hand, and I followed you

Yeah, I see us in black and white

Crystal clear on a star lit night

In all your gorgeous colors

I promise that I'll love you for the rest of my life

See you standing in your dress

Swear in front of all our friends

There'll never be another

I promise that I'll love you for the rest of my life”

His voice always mesmerized you. It always calmed you down. But this time it made your heart beat 10 times faster. He always meant whatever he sang. Did he really mean this?

“Now, we're sitting here in your living room

Telling stories while we share a drink or two

And there's a vision I've been holding in my mind

We're 65 and you ask

"When did I first know?" I always knew

Yeah, I see us in black and white

Crystal clear on a star lit night

In all your gorgeous colors

I promise that I'll love you for the rest of my life

See you standing in your dress

Swear in front of all our friends

There'll never be another

I promise that I'll love you for the rest of my life

I want the world to witness

When we finally say I do

It's the way you love

I gotta give it back to you

I can't promise picket fences

Or sunny afternoons

But, at night when I close my eyes

I see us in black and white

Crystal clear on a star lit night

There'll never be another

I promise that I'll love ya

I see us in black and white

Crystal clear on a star lit night

In all your gorgeous colors

I promise that I'll love you for the rest of my life

See you standing in your dress

Swear in front of all our friends

There'll never be another

I promise that I'll love you for the rest of my life

There'll never be another

I promise that I'll love you for the rest of my life”

By the end of the song you were in tears, not only did you love the song but you loved the man who was singing straight to you. Once he finished and put his guitar down his eyes finally met yours. Hand reaching for your face to wipe your tears away.

“I guess with that song was a way to help me confess my love for you. I love you Y/N, so so much.” He says now holding your face as you hold onto his arms that were holding your face, His thumb gently caressing your cheek.

“I love you Charlie, so much it’s actually so insane to me. I never knew I could love anyone the way that I love you. And man, saying that outloud feels so good.”You say as he let out a sigh of relief. Pulling your face closer to his he said it one more time.

“I love you.” He said before kissing you with all he’s got. You kissed back just as much moving your hands from his arms to his hair. Tangling your fingers in it. He pulls away and rests his forehead against yours.

“I promise that I’ll love you for the rest of my life.”

[imnotasuperhero]

I’ll be waiting (for when you love me again)

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Type: angsty fluff?

Summary: Natasha can’t accept the fact you decided to break up with her. Even if she understood your reasons. She knew there was much more in store for the both of you. Together.

Wordcount: 1178

A/N: @nowthisisliving27 requested for a happier continuation of this angsty fic, but like.. asking for help, @jumbojamba47 suggested I’ll be waiting by Adele and well.. this is the result. Lol. Let me know if you guys want a part 3! (:

A/N n2: Not sure this is the right ending I wanted, but after hiting a wall for so long, I decided to embrace it and share it before I deleted the whole thing. Lmao.

The last time Natasha saw you, it was one of the most painful moments she'd endured so far. The fact she had to let you go away so you could find yourself again, was paining her in indescribable ways. If she'd just paid more attention. If she'd just kept you close, showing you that she cared.

How could she be in peace, knowing she let you slip away? How could she be nice with herself, knowing that she contributed to your insecurities? Even if you reassured her over and over that it was your battle and you couldn't drag her down with you. But little did you know Natasha would go to the confines of Hell just to be with you. 

She could still feel the way you felt against her. The softness of your skin under her touch. The soft sighs you'd let out whenever she ran her nails against your upper arms in those lazy days when you got to be in your bed all day. Fully clothed or naked, but together.

It's been a month since you went on a vacation, ready to rediscover yourself and eager to use the pilled up permits to skip work.

A part of her was eager to see you, to witness your happiness as you told her all the things you did and all the places you've got to visit. She wanted nothing else than to see the shine in your eyes when you talked about what you enjoyed the most, the way you'd wrinkle your nose or frown when you talked about your less favorite parts. She wanted to be the one you ranted to. But the realistic part of her made her understand that she couldn't. She didn't have the right. At least, not until you allowed her to. And there was nothing she could do other than wait. As long as it took you.

Days turned into months. The only information she had about your wellbeing was because she decided to give in and use her spy skills on you. And she'd be lying if she didn't felt like a perv, following you around like a stalker. But if you weren't giving her updates, she must get them herself.

That's how the night found her on the rooftop of the building in front of yours. The binoculars on her hands showing you on your couch, probably watching the latest episode of your favorite TV show. Her heart squeezed when she spotted her old t-shirt covering your body, increasing the hope she was feeling inside. What would she give to have you in her arms again, cuddling and just basking in each other's warmth. She knew if -when- you were to have her again, she had to be better. She had to own the pleasure of calling you hers.

After what seemed hours later, she finally plopped down under the covers. But no matter how hard she tried, no matter how much she tossed and rolled in bed, sleep wouldn't visit. Her mind still running wild with ideas to make it happen. God, she was so tempted to ask Tony to fund her so she could get one of those dumb planes to get the whole New York City to know she loved you.

Making her peace with the fact that it was too late now, she quickly changed into workout clothes and headed for the gym. Hopefully, she could nap after.

"You still here?" 

Bucky's voice took Natasha out of her reverie, making her stop mid-jab against the target. Looking at the gym's doors, she frowned at the super soldier walking over to her.

"I just came here," Natasha leaned her head in confusion.

"Nat, it's 10 am. JARVIS told me you've been here since dawn," he chuckled.

Looking around, she could see that in fact, the lights were off, and the sun was shining through the floor-to-ceiling windows illuminating the whole room.

"Fuck," she's been here for 5 hours.

"What's wrong?" Bucky leaned against the press, blue eyes meeting green. And Natasha knew she couldn't lie to him. 

"I've been dating this person," Natasha paused licking her lips. Why was her mouth so dry so suddenly? "I- She saw us. When we were undercover." She couldn't help the questioning glaze anymore, so she moved her eyes to the blue sky outside. 

"We've been together for 7 months. We- I really love her, Bucks," she looked up when she felt a strong hand on her shoulder.

"Does she knows that?" 

"She does. I- Is not because we don't love each other," she sipped on her water. "I hid her," she confessed. "I hid her and I wasn't there for her and-"

"And you need to make your peace with it." Natasha could hear the laugh in his voice and she wanted to spar with him just to kick it off. "I won't pry and demand you to tell me everything. But I do ask of you to work it out. If you really love her, then don't let her go away."

Natasha mulled his words over and over, trying to come up with a plan. She needed to step her game up. You both were too good to end this way.

It wasn't until she saw you in the café -pure coincidence this time- that she finally made up her mind. She'll win you over and she'll shout at the top of her lungs that you were hers.

"Nat, hi." You smiled something painful and Natasha couldn't help the frown taking over her.

"Y/N, is nice to see you," she smiled honestly, hoping you could see it. "I-"

"You-"

You both cut each other mid-talk, laughing sheepishly.

"I'm sorry. You go first." Always the gentlewoman, Nat nodded for you to continue.

"Umm... I was wondering if you... maybe... Ugh, I'm such a mess," you laughed and Natasha couldn't help her jumping heart threatening to escape her chest.

"You might be a mess, but I wouldn't have it any other way." She high-fived herself mentally at the blushing of your cheeks. 'Smooth, dude' she smirked to herself.

"You're mean. I'm trying to be serious here," you pouted and Natasha was dying to kiss it away. But she knew better. 

"I'm sorry. I'll shut up now," she mimicked zipping her lips and your laugh filled her ears, making her wish she could hear your laugh for the rest of her life.

"Anywaaays," you rolled your eyes at her antics. "I was wondering if you wanted to sit with me? If you're free, I mean."

"I am free and I'd love to share this afternoon with you," she winked at you, repressing a laugh as you grumbled under your breath. "Go pick a table and I'll be there soon," she gestured to the back of the café as she walked towards the barista. 

She couldn't help the smile breaking her face at the outcome of this day. Maybe this wasn't the end, after all. And she was certain she'll make things different. This time, she'll be better for you.

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