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ticklishtozier · 5 years ago

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accidentally distracting (richie/eddie)

summary: eddie is trying to study, but a very stoned richie won’t stop touching him. based on an anonymous prompt.

a/n: hey y’all, sorry for the giant gap between my last fic and this one, i just haven’t been in a writing mood lately but i whipped this up based on one of the prompts i got and i really hope you enjoy!! :)

words: 983

Richie’s high more often than he isn’t nowadays, and although Eddie loves to tell him how unhealthy it is, how his lungs are gonna turn black by the time they graduate, and many other ramblings of a hypochondriac, he actually finds Richie’s relaxed, giddy state incredibly endearing.

It’s such a change from his usual hyperactive, loud persona, that Eddie can’t deny he secretly loves, but seeing Richie actually...calm is a whole different story. As much as he pushes his anti-drug mantras on the other losers, maybe weed is exactly what Richie needs to sit down and shut up sometimes.

They’re in Eddie’s bedroom, and Richie had lit up before walking over, so there was no worry of his mother smelling it, and Richie is laying back against the mattress, eyes closed and a stupid little smile curling the corners of his lips upward.

Eddie’s sat up against the headboard, knees pulled into his chest, trying to concentrate on reading his textbook, but Richie keeps humming softly, and it’s super adorable but also fucking annoying, a contradiction that Eddie often finds himself noticing in Richie’s behavior. Maybe he’s biased, because this is his boyfriend he’s talking about, so of course he finds him cute.

Instead of snapping at him like he would have done months ago, before they started dating, Eddie nudges Richie’s hip with his foot.

Richie stops humming, knowing what Eddie means without words. “You can put your legs on me,” he says softly. “You look uncomfortable like that.”

Eddie smiles at him over the textbook. “Sure,” he says, gratefully stretching out his legs and crossing his ankles over Richie’s thighs. He had been getting kind of uncomfortable all curled up, and he let out a content little noise as Richie strokes his calf with his thumb.

He returns to his reading, and Richie uses his fingers to trace patterns into his shins, making goosebumps rise over his skin in the most pleasant way. He’s finally starting to retain the information he’s reading when Richie moves to caressing his ankles, and he wiggles his toes a little at the funny feeling.

Either Richie doesn’t notice or he takes it as an encouraging sign, because he repeats the motion a few times, and Eddie’s brain promptly loses all ability to function, because shit, it kind of tickles, and he’s doing everything in his power to keep Richie from noticing.

Richie knows he’s ticklish, but only in a couple spots; Eddie’s gotten really good at pretending he’s not, and controlling his reactions to keep Richie’s mischievous fingers at bay. In their whole time knowing one another, Eddie’s only let Richie get the upper hand once or twice, and the only spots his boyfriend knows for sure he’s sensitive are his ribs and sides.

The last thing he needs right now is Richie finding out his feet are extremely ticklish, because he knows his boyfriend will never let him live it down.

But Richie’s stoned and lost in his own little world as he runs the tips of his fingers over the top of Eddie’s foot, and Eddie hides his face behind his textbook, biting his bottom lip. Shitshitshitshit—

Richie’s touch is so soft and unlike how he usually goes after a ticklish spot, all sneak attacks and digging in with vigor. This is feather-light, clueless affection, which makes it impossible for Eddie to be mad about it.

When Richie’s thumb glides over his arch, he can’t help it any longer, letting out a squeak of laughter that sends blood rushing to his cheeks.

“Sorry, did I tickle you?” Richie asks, his eyes innocently wide. He doesn’t have that menacing look on his face that he usually gets when he’s ready to launch some evil tickle attack on Bill. He looks...actually apologetic? And really fucking cute, too.

Eddie closes the textbook, no longer letting it hide his blushing face. He nods. “A little, yeah.”

Richie smiles, softly. “I didn’t even know you were ticklish here,” he says, letting his thumb run down Eddie’s sole in that same gentle way, and Eddie giggles helplessly, curling his toes.

“And I intended to keep it that way,” he gasps, but doesn’t bother pulling away. Richie’s being really sweet about it, not pinning his ankles and going to town until he cries, and...it kind of feels nice, although he’d never admit it out loud.

Pouting, Richie uses one nail to softly scratch the ball of Eddie’s foot, and although the sensation is so gentle, it makes Eddie tip his head back and laugh. “That’s not nice, Eds. I’m your boyfriend, I’m supposed to know these things,” he says, then stops assaulting that spot.

“What things? Ways to torture me?” Eddie asks, shooting him a faux-annoyed look.

“No! Ways to make you smile, silly,” Richie replies, and to make his point, he drags the tips of his fingers down Eddie’s feet, making him pull them back at lightning speed, which in turn, makes Richie dissolve into his own fit of giggles.

“You’re so cute,” he says, scooting his way up the bed to lie next to Eddie instead. “Especially when you try to pretend you aren’t ticklish,” he adds in a playful whisper, wrapping an arm around his waist and wiggling his fingers against his belly.

Eddie, taken off guard, laughs, and bats his hand away. “Cut it out!”

“Fine, but only because I’m too high to fight back if you try to cut my balls off,” he mutters, and Eddie rolls his eyes fondly.

“Why don’t you take a nap while I finish studying?” Eddie suggests. “And then when you wake up, maybe I’ll let you find out where else I’m ticklish.”

Richie’s eyes light up, and he nods enthusiastically, burying his face in his boyfriend’s shoulder. He’s out within minutes, snoring softly right in Eddie’s ear, but it’s too cute for Eddie to be annoyed.

#reddie #reddie fic #reddie fanfiction #teen!reddie #teenage!reddie #ticklefic #tickle fic #tickle community #ticklish!eddie #it #it 2019 #it 2017 #*

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will-die-without-chai · 4 years ago

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I have great taste!

A/N: This is my entry for Muskan’s 500 followers celebration! Congratulations again on this follower milestone Muski ( @thebookwormslytherin ) and I can’t wait to write for more such follower milestone celebrations. Also, thank you for hosting this!!!!! Love ya!.And forgive me for this less than subpar submission.

Also this is the first time I’ve tried writing for Sam Wilson so all feedbacks and criticism are most welcome! Hope I haven’t done too bad lol.

Pairing: Sam Wilson x desi!reader (she is not as desi as I wanted but whatevs)

Words: 2752

(College au, roomates au)

Warning: A couple of swear words (And this fic isn’t beta-ed...so)

Prompt: “You got a crush on me? Ew”

Summary: Y/N gets cheated on and had to move out of her ex’s boyfriend’s house. Luckily, Sam’s roomate is moving out as well creating a vacancy. Who knows what outcome staying with your friend can bring about?

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“I know I am stupid and I never should’ve moved in with him so soon” Y/N sniffled and rubbed her red puffy and tear filled eyes dry with the sleeve of the shirt she had on as she whispered and hiccupped through berating herself after the revelation she had made that very morning. “But I cannot stay in that house Natasha! Not anymore! What do I do?” Natasha, ever concerned, patted her back, sympathy etched deep into her features whilst Y/N continued to whisper her despair into the table top where her head lay. .

Y/N had just that very morning discovered her boyfriend, or rather ex-boyfriend with his tongue deep in some other person’s mouth, while naked, on the bed they shared. Y/N had been out for the night, studying with Natasha for the upcoming exams and had unexpectedly gone home early in the morning to grab some notes only to be met with the devastating sight.

Needless to say, Y/N bolted out of the very apartment she called home for the past few months, holding back the bile and the tears rising to surface rapidly and rushed back to Natasha’s place which was only a couple of blocks away to unleash the slew of tears and heartbreak.

The sound of the jingling of the lock and the shuffling of shoes against the hardwood announced the return of the boys who had left the girls the night before to their own devices and had shifted themselves to do whatever it is that college boys do. Steve, Sam and Bucky certainly hadn’t anticipated the sight before them and already had their hackles raised, ready to have a faceoff with whatever had caused unease to their friends, but instantly settled down when Natasha motioned them to. Y/N also had significantly been drawn out of her crying stupor at their entrance.

The boys had the decency to not pry into the matters and let things be told to them, they had learned from previous experiences after all. Nat looked at Y/N and she nodded.

“Y/N went to her apartment this morning and saw Rumlow sticking his tongue deep into someone’s throat. So…” The room went into an uproar and chaos ensured as if all hell had broken loose. A chorus of “Damn it” and “I’ll fuck him up” and certain more colorful words were heard, which were then stopped and the rage was coaxed down by one menacing gaze from Natasha and a tearful sob from Y/N.

Steve immediately found his place beside Y/N and held her under the crook of his arms, hugging her tightly and Bucky and Sam settled for sitting across from them, sympathy and rage and sorrow in equal measures creeping into their features as she once again resumed crying into Steve’s shirt.

After loads of incomprehensive mumbling and sobbing till her throat felt like sandpaper and she could go no further due to exhaustion, Y/N raised her head to face the rest of the group around her. “Now that I have sufficiently rubbed tears and snot all over Steve’s clothes” She snorted causing chuckles to emanate from other’s mouths, “I have to figure out where I am going to stay, given my imminent homelessness.”

“Stay here! I can crash on the sofa, you can take the room. Nat and Buck already sleep in their room.” Steve piped in from beside her. Bucky nodded in agreement as did Nat.

A small frown took over her face. “No, no” She shook her head. “I can’t. You three are already… I can’t make you sleep on a couch in your own house, Stevie. And I cannot couch crash with the amount of stuff I have. I am definitely not going to let that asshole keep my furniture. They’re too cute and costed a fortune” This was enough to cause smiles to spread on their faces.

“That’s my girl!” Bucky cheered on.

“Yeah so I need more permanent options.”

“What about Tony? We can talk to him—“

“Not Tony!” Y/N cut Bucky off mid sentence. “I am not going to stay with Tony for the same reason Steve won’t. He wouldn’t accept rent and I’ll feel guilty and highly uncomfortable living in that state of art house. How the fuck do you have sex there Steve? Aren’t you afraid you’ll break something?” Steve turned red at the mention of his sex life and Bucky and Sam snickered like a schoolgirl. Natasha, noticing the very apparent discomfort cleared her throat pointedly.

“What about your old apartment?”

“I think the landlord already rented it to someone else.”

Sam, who had been silent thus far finally decided to speak up, “Riley is moving out in a couple of days. I haven’t looked for anyone yet and I am sure I can’t afford the rent by myself.” He looked at her meaningfully.

Y/N’s eyes brightened. “Of course! Oh you’re a savior Sammy!” She jumped up to hug him and sagged in relief when he wrapped his hands around her.

“Yeah, yeah.” He tried to say nonchalantly but the tender kiss he placed on the top of her head that was buried into his side and the tense look he shot at Natasha who had been wiggling her eyebrows at him betrayed his emotions to the rest of the occupants of the room if not to the object of the emotions.

All of Y/N’s stuff had been picked up and packed into the second-hand pickup truck Bucky owned. ‘It has a certain amount of personality’ he had said when buying it against the wishes of everyone around him. Certain choice words had been spat at Rumlow and papers had been thrown at his face dramatically and tears had been held back satisfactorily. Sam had to be contained to avoid him throwing punches and the party had been successful at extracting all important things from the apartment, furniture included.

It didn’t take much time for Y/N to settle into her new living space. She was fairly familiar with the apartment given all the time she previously spent there trying to make sense of her chemistry notes with Sam. And even though it was a house previously lived in by a couple of boys, it was surprisingly very clean. Her furniture, after a lot of moving it around was satisfactorily placed and dare she say complemented the preexisting stuff in the house very well. (The blue of the couch matched the gray of the curtains Sam had picked very well. He did have a good taste after all!)

It took merely 2 months for them to settle into a nice routine. Sam, the early riser, was responsible for breakfast. Pancakes or waffles or eggs and bacon. He was a masterful breakfast cook and Y/N was forced to adopt healthy eating habits after not much persuasion. Sam had replaced his caffeine fix with Chai*. Although chai was left to be Y/N’s department of expertise. He had tried making it once and it ended with what looked like a grimace and a forced smile on Y/N’s face. Tea making was a talent he didn’t possess.

After her classes finished for the evening, Y/N would go and hang out in the café Sam part-time worked at so they could head back home together. Dinner was on Y/N and her grandma who guided her through video calls had apparently taken a liking for Sam. He had definitely heard whispered conversations in a language he didn’t understand much of and his name being mentioned often. Anyhow, study nights were all the more easier when both the members of the group occupied the same house and there was no fear of notes getting mixed up and rushing over to each other in between lectures to exchange them back. . Life was a well oiled machine when lived with appropriate people, after all.

They had also adapted the system of movie nights. Both had found each other lacking in their own definition of pop culture and had decided to teach the other and make them a respectable member of society, wise enough to get popular references. Saturday nights were mostly unoccupied and hence were conveniently movie nights. Each picked one movie, unseen by the other on alternate weeks. And oh boy, it was an event.

The couch was loaded with throw pillows and blankets, temperature was brought down and hoodies were worn for utmost comfort. Popcorn was popped, candies were bought a plenty and if the occasion called for it, or the ambience of the movie, beer was welcomed. And on occasion, they even fell asleep on the couch (If their backs were witches, they would’ve been cursed by now).

One such night, after loud exclamations of ‘How could you not have watched it!’ and ‘She was my bi awakening!’ and ‘This would not be borne’, Pride and Prejudice was the movie they settled upon. By the end of the movie a half asleep Y/N had ended up draped halfway over Sam with her head comfortably nestled into the crook of his shoulders and neck, her every breath peacefully lulling Sam into the state of drowsiness. Sam knew from previous experiences aplenty that he would regret sleeping like this in the morning but he couldn’t be bothered right now. Future Sam could deal with a bit of back pain.

“It would be nice to have someone to tell you that they love you most ardently. I wish I could have someone tell me that they love me most ardently and mean it.” Y/N mumbled with her eyes closed.

“I will if you let me.” Sam subconsciously let it slip and then tensed up immediately when he realized what he had said. When he did not feel any reaction, he relaxed back again but not without a frown. He half wished she were awake and could listen to what he had said. At least that way it would have been out and on the table. It would also be terribly painful if she didn’t feel the same and ended up feeling uncomfortable around him.

It had taken a very long time for Y/N to again be comfortable and confident after her breakup. She was apparently very serious about the asshole and he had broken her heart. Good thing Sam reciprocated by breaking his nose! (Don’t tell Y/N though. She thinks Brock broke his nose when he fell down the stairs. This was not completely a lie… Sam did push him down the stairs as well. Don’t worry. There were just 5 steps)

Anyhow, it was getting tough for him to control his emotions around her. He couldn’t help but stare at her when she laughed so openly at his lame jokes. He couldn’t help but stare at her lips when she tasted his newest experimentation on pancake batter. He couldn’t help his eyes when they inadvertently went towards her table, when he was supposed to pay attention to the order in front of him at the café. He couldn’t help but deviate towards her at any given chance. He couldn’t help but savor all her little touches. And he was afraid that he was painfully obvious. If not to her then to everyone else around him.

All these thoughts kept encircling his brain and he fell asleep, clutching Y/N a little bit closer than before, burying his nose further into her hair. Morning came and Sam surprisingly woke up alone with a blanket draped over him. Generally he was the first to wake up. He got up and followed the noises coming from the kitchen to see Y/N making breakfast. And of course, chai. Some old Hindi song played on the radio softly and he could see the hello kitty apron he had bought for her as a joke hastily thrown on, its back untied.

It was a picture of serenity, to an outsider maybe. But Sam knew there was something off. Y/N getting up this early, cooking and old hindi songs playing was a deceptive picture that screamed something was bothering her.

“You cooking something, hon?” He said out loud as he made his way to the dining table. Y/N jumped slightly at being startled and then nodded enthusiastically. Almost too enthusiastically. Sam narrowed his eyes. Without turning to face him Y/N explained further. “You were asleep. I woke up early and thought I could make something. It’s been days since we’ve had poha*, no?”

Sam kept quiet and decided to take out plates and set the table instead. They kept working silently but the silence was too heavy. It settled over his skin thickly and Sam didn’t like the feeling. Once they were sat on the table Sam decided to bring up the subject again, the silence and awkwardness becoming a little troubling.

“What’s wrong Y/N? You know you can share it with me. I am here.” He said, placing a comforting hand on hers. Her eyes that were focused on her plate shot unto his face.

“I heard what you said last night.” She blurted out, eyes still trained at him. Sam was stunned into silence and his heartbeat rose rapidly. It was incredibly unexpected and sudden and Sam was caught off guard. Incredibly so.

“You- you did.” He stammered stupidly. Y/N nodded. “I was on the verge of drifting off and I heard it and I-“ She fell silent, her eyes slipped to where his hand rested on hers, her teeth automatically trapping her bottom lip between them.

“I like you. Like like you. I have, since the day we met at Steve’s party and you went on and on about tea and how to make it and how coffee could never compare and you weren’t even drunk!” Y/N let out a chuckle at that and Sam continued. “I couldn’t help but fall for you and I looked for reasons to spend time with you, snatching every opportunity to have you around me. I know I am sounding like the cheesiest cheesy person, like a kraft’s dinner but add cheddar to it level of cheesy, but you being happy makes me so fucking happy! And that’s the point. I can bear to see you be sad and if this makes you uncomfortable, tell me to stop. I will. I won’t mention this ever again and we could go back to being us and you aren’t obligated to reciprocate my feelings or anything. But I think I don’t have it in me to keep it in anymore.”

He finally looked up to look at her and maybe take a breath after the rant he just had in one go and found her still staring at their hands. Assuming that it made her uneasy, he proceeded to take it away, his heart sinking. But he was stopped by her fingers grasping at his sleeves.

She peered from under her tear laced lashes to look at him. “You have a crush on me? Ew” she let out a sound that sounded like something between a sob and a snort and a smile spread across her lips. “I thought you had better taste.” She joked albeit a bit bashfully.

Sam felt a weight lift off his chest and the urge to bang his head against an iron pole reduced significantly. “Hey, I have great taste! I picked up those gray curtains that go so well with your blue couch and that you love very much. Also I introduced you to real maple syrup and took you away from that ‘aunt jemima’ bullshit you were poisoning yourself with.”

“Hey I am a college student who earns just enough to fulfill my bare necessities so give me a break! That shit is costly. And I was the one who introduced you to Mukesh*, okay?” She held his hand now and intertwined her fingers with his.

“Goes to say how good my taste is.”

“I like you too.”

Silence fell over them once again as they giddily looked at each other and held hands, the chai long gone cold and the poha turned a little stiff. But the silence now was palatable, pleasant even.

A couple days later, chaos ensued again in their little group when Y/N planted a sound kiss on Sam’s lips before separating from the group with a quick cheeky ‘goodbye’ to go to her class. The chorus of ‘How?’ and ‘When?’ and ‘I want details’ and a quiet call of ‘who won the bet then’ left hanging in the air for Sam to answer.

*Translations:

Chai: Chai is tea ofcourse. But its also more than tea. Its an concoction made of tea, water, milk, sugar and spices all meticulously brought to a boil and then heated some more. It is a thing that requires practice, but also some magic.

Poha: Poha is a breakfast food made of flattened rice flakes sauted with onions and other vegetables and spices, according to one’s preferences hich is served warm with a dash of lemon and a sprinkling of coriander (Varun Thakur’s stand up, anyone?)

Mukesh: A very illustrious, very very famous indian musician from the 60′s and 70′s. He had the voice of an angel.

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Hope this was a bearable read! As said earlier, feedback and criticism is always welcome!

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callunavulgari · 4 years ago

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Scrapbook 2021 | Part II

For anyone that’s new to this, this is how I keep track of all of the things I enjoy and/or create throughout the year. I have literally been doing this since I had a livejournal. I think the first one was 2011? Maybe? In which case, woohoo, ten years of scrapbooking!

It’s a nice little snippet of my life and helps to organize my brain.

A reminder:

Normal font - Indifferent/Neutral Italicized font - Enjoyed bold font - Loved with an asterisk* - All time favorite (bracketed titles) - Re-watches/Re-reads strikethough - Disliked

Goals are: read 80 books (as of today, i am at 31 books, which sounds not great but goodreads assures me that it’s only 1 book behind schedule), finish five video games (at two at the moment... mostly because I keep dragging my feet on actually finishing P5R), write more than 20 fics (at... 6) or something larger than 20k (negative), and write either an original short story or start a novel (i have started plotting for the novel? does that count?)

Past Years

MOVIES

May

Mortal Kombat

(SW: The Phantom Menace)

(SW: Attack of the Clones)

(SW: Revenge of the Sith)

(SW: Rogue One)

(SW: A New Hope)

SW: Clone Wars

Enola

Wonder Woman 1984

Dark Phoenix

(Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring)

June

(Princess Mononoke)

Sailor Moon: Eternal

In The Heights

Wish Dragon

July

Luca

(Thor: Ragnarok)

(Doctor Strange)

(Guardians of the Galaxy)

Black Widow

Space Jam 2 Electric Boogaloo

August

The Green Knight

Godzilla vs Kong

(Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets)

BOOKS

May

These Violent Delights | Chloe Gong [Fin]

The Midnight Library | Matt Haig [Fin]

The Galaxy, and the Ground Within | Becky Chambers [Fin]

Unconquerable Sun | Kate Elliott

People We Meet On Vacation | Emily Henry [Fin]

The Soulmate Equation | Christina Lauren [Fin]

June

Unconquerable Sun | Kate Elliott [Fin]

September Love | Lang Leav [Fin]

One Last Stop | Casey McQuiston [Fin]

The Chosen and the Beautiful | Nghi Vo [Fin]

Lumberjanes, volume 2 | Noelle Stevenson [Fin]

For the Wolf | Hannah Whitten [Fin]

The Sandman | Neil Gaiman [Fin]

Mister Impossible | Maggie Stiefvater

July

Mister Impossible | Maggie Stiefvater [Fin]

TAZ: The Crystal Kingdom | The Mcelroys [Fin]

She Who Became the Sun | Shelley Parker-Chan

A Psalm for the Wild-Built | Becky Chambers

The Universe of Us | Lang Leav

August

She Who Became the Sun | Shelley Parker-Chan [Fin]

A Psalm for the Wild-Built | Becky Chambers

The Universe of Us | Lang Leav [Fin]

Lumberjanes, volume 3 | Noelle Stevenson [Fin]

Lumberjanes, volume 4 | Noelle Stevenson [Fin]

PODCASTS

May

The Penumbra Podcast, s3-END

June

The Magnus Archive - Fear Winners 1 & 2

July

Gods of Appalachia, Eps 1-6

(Wolf 359)

Janus Descending

August

(Wolf 359)

Mabel

(Zero Hours, ep 7)

Time:Bombs

TV SHOWS BY SEASON

May

Watcher Entertainment, Are You Scared?

Castlevania, s3, s4 [Fin]

Word of Honor [Fin]

Buzzfeed: Kelsey in Control?

Demon Slayer, s1

June

Demon Slayer, s1 [Fin]

Kim’s Convenience, s4

Leverage, s5 [Fin]

Watcher: Too Many Spirits, s3

Loki, s1

Lucifer, s2, s3, s4

Trese, s1

(Buzzfeed Unsolved: True Crime, s3, s6?)

(Buzzfeed Unsolved: Supernatural, s1)

Sweet Tooth, s1

Love, Death & Robots

July

Loki, s1 [Fin]

Watcher: Too Many Spirits, s3 [Fin]

Watcher: Dish Granted, s3

Shark Week

Lucifer, s5

Masters of the Universe: Revelation

August

The Owl House, s2

Watcher: Dish Granted, s3

Watcher Weekly+

Buzzfeed: Ruining History

Star Trek Discovery, s1, s2, s3

What If..., s1

VIDEO GAMES

May

Monster Hunter Rise, 12 hours

Mass Effect 1: Legendary Edition, 25 hours

Pokemon Go

June

Mass Effect 1: Legendary Edition, ? hours

Pokemon Go

Animal Crossing: New Horizons, ??? Hours

Persona 5 Royal, ??? hours

July

Persona 5 Royal, 167 hours

Pokemon Go

August

Persona 5 Royal, 167 hours

Pokemon Go

Ori and the Blind Forest [Fin]

DELIGHTFUL FIC

May

The word is help. by spqr | Star Wars | Din/Luke | 9k | In a flash, Fett has his blaster out and pointed at Luke’s head. “You’re right,” he says. “Turnabout’s fair play. So maybe I oughta shoot you.”

Don’t be afraid. by spqr | Star Wars | Obi-Wan/Anakin | 12k | “Padawan Kenobi,” Yoda says, after a moment. “Complete your training, Master Skywalker will.”

who carried the hill by spqr | Star Wars | Din/Luke | 22k | Din’s about to head up the ramp onto the newly-repaired Razor Crest when a string pulls taut around his heart and yanks him into the sky.

Tapestry by spqr | Star Wars | Obi-Wan/Anakin | 8k | In March, Obi-Wan drags Anakin to another faculty party, where Anakin gets all sorts of wrong ideas about Quinlan Vos and decides to fellate Obi-Wan in a coat closet about it.

wonderterror by peradi | Star Wars | Leia/Han/Luke | 6k | Anakin Skywalker is the son of the Force.He’s half human and half something monumental.What does that make his children?

Xen Gardens by denimwrapped | Buzzfeed Unsolved | Ryan & Shane | 1k | Shane Madej saves the day.A strange man comes to congratulate him.

A Series of Better Decisions by SassySnowperson | Star Wars | Padme/Obi-Wan/Anakin | 9k | "Kill him. Kill him now!" Chancellor Palpatine hissed, as Anakin held the two blades against Dooku's neck. "No," Anakin said. "It's not the Jedi way."

Futurus (-a -um) by cadesama | Star Wars | Padme/Anakin/Obi-Wan | 60k | Cracked hyperdrive? No problem. Just hold it together with the Force. Time travel? Well. That could be a bigger problem.

Comfort in Wartime by Rosbridge | Star Wars | Padme/Obi-Wan/Anakin | 4k | Obi-Wan is exhausted, drunk, and just about out of fucks to give.

spark me up, i'm a firework (i'll burst into light) by coffeeinallcaps | FATWS | Bucky/Sam | 7k | "You know how the super-soldier serum makes everything, well, super? I guess you could say that's what happened to my sex drive."

Thaw by spqr | Star Wars | Din/Luke | 6k | That’s what hope does to you, Luke remembers now. It lingers at the back of your mind, whispering maybe, maybe, so that knowing a plan is stupid isn’t enough to keep you from trying it.

Christ in Repose by spqr | Din/Luke | 8k | More on this story as it develops. Subscribe to HNN’s JEDI WATCH newsletter for instant updates on Jedi sightings throughout the galaxy.

Insufferable by perkynurples | Word of Honor | Wen Kexing/Zhou Zishu | 3k | Wen Kexing asks a question. Zhou Zishu only hesitates to answer for a little while.

parasitic, parasocial by brawlite | The Untamed | Song Lan/Xiao Xingchen/Xue Yang | 45k | Xue Yang stumbles upon the channel of Fuxue, a popular videogame streamer, and immediately becomes completely and utterly obsessed with him. Unfortunately, Fuxue has a boyfriend -- but that's fine: Xue Yang loves a challenge.

Aaron Burr has Hamilton's RSI and he isn't pleased about it. by DragonBandit | Hamilton | Hamilton/Aaron Burr | 3k | Aaron knows 2 things about his soulmate: The first is that they're angry about everything. The second is that they need to fucking sleep.

dinluke lawyer au by spqr | Star Wars | Din/Luke | 31k | At 1:18 a.m., just when Luke is starting to think he might’ve gotten away with something, Biggs Darklighter shows up on the other side of his desk and says, “I can’t believe you called in sick to get shotgun married to a Mando.”

like, comment, subscribe by DeHeerKonijn, Roselightfairy | Lord of the Rings | Gimli/Legolas | 90k+ | Legolas meets Gimli for lunch - unfortunately, he meets someone else, too.

a jackal; a thief by brawlite | Word of Honor | Wen Kexing/Ye Baiyi | 11k | This is not the first time Wen Kexing’s body has been poisoned like this.

you're the trouble that i always find by sundiscus | Word of Honor | Wen Kexing/Zhou Zishu | 27k | “Do you know him?” Jin Wang asks.The ringing in Zhou Zishu's ears gets louder. “No, Wangye,” he says.At Zhou Zishu’s voice, the prisoner freezes.

vampire!wwx threadfic by sundiscus | The Untamed | Wei Wuxian/Lan Wangji | ??? words | in which vampires exist in a modern cultivation au, lwj is investigating a string of strange deaths, and wwx is a vampire he can’t seem to kill.

Velle by DeHeerKonijn, Roselightfairy | LotR | Gimli/Legolas | 29k | Velle (Latin): to want.

June

May All My Wounds Be Mortal by hansbekhart | Word of Honor | Wen Kexing/Zhou Zishu | 10k | Peeled out of his many robes, Wen Kexing’s body reveals itself to be mostly leg. He strips eagerly, grinning up at Zhou Zishu as if this is another joke between them. See? Wen Kexing’s body seems to say, I have no secrets from you.

drop by brawlite | The Untamed | Song Lan/Xue Yang | 4k | Xue Yang has had this dream before.

Splenda by Tierfal | FMA | Ed/Roy | 19k | WIP | A sugar daddy AU that barely even qualifies as a sugar daddy AU, because these two can't do anything right.

From the Ashes by blacktofade | Buzzfeed Unsolved | Shane/Ryan | 3k | “This doesn’t need to leave this room,” Ryan had said that first time. “Casual is my middle name.”

Whale Songs by denimwrapped | Buzzfeed Unsolved | Ryan/Shane | 2k | It could be humming, he thinks. Some distant angelic humming. What it’s humming about, he’d have to find out the hard way. All he can hear in his mind’s ear is come closer. There’s so much more in the depths than you’ve ever known.

A Good Bargain by Neery | Word of Honor | Wen Kexing/Zhou Zishu | 11k | The Window of Heaven captures the Ghost Valley's master. Zhou Zishu is put in charge of interrogating him.

So Why Not Crack Your Skull When the Mind Swells by greenteafiend | The Untamed | Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian | 13k | Or, Wei Wuxian is cursed to feel terrible pain when he and Lan Wangji aren’t touching.

the agony and the irony by arostine | Buzzfeed Unsolved | Ryan/Shane | 44k | WIP | Ryan has a lot on his plate right now. He’s one of three members of his species employed at BuzzFeed, and the only male omega, and his boss keeps asking him to do videos about being an iterant ‘to educate the humans,’ when what he really wants to do is videos about ghosts.

the rest of your life by bestliars | Buzzfeed Unsolved | Ryan/Shane/Sara | 30k | MYSTERY DISAPPEARANCE IN THE MIDWEST! The year is 2034. Successful video producer Ryan Bergara uproots his whole life to take care of his friend’s children.

sit in my circle and hold my hand by soda_coded | Buzzfeed Unsolved | Ryan/Shane | 14k | Ryan and Shane work for the metaphysical department of the LAPD, fool around and get cursed.

Idle Hands (Do the Devil's Work) by ma_malice | Buzzfeed Unsolved | Ryan/Shane | 4k | In which the only upside to being a demon stuck in a seasonal Chicago snowstorm is the ability to abandon your body and possess your boyfriend in LA.

Shell Game by Giddygeek | The Magicians | Quentin/Eliot | 20k | Or, Quentin can’t believe he never thought to ask if there was a magical time in Fillory when people swapped bodies with the last person they slept with.

Contention by hollybennett123 | Word of Honor | Wen Kexing/Zhou Zishu/Ye Baiyi | 3k | The Zhou Zishu of ten minutes ago, who first agreed to the whole thing — the evening’s conversation and general bickering over drinks taking an unexpectedly filthy turn — had been thinking only about the imminent pounding on offer and not, well, everything else that might come with it.

Necrocafé by etothey | Locked Tomb Trilogy | Gideon/Harrow | 2k | Harrowhark Nonagesimus isn't sure which confounds her more: the new boxes of bones she is to animate, or the hot redheaded courier who brings the boxes.

simple man by spqr | Loki | Loki/Mobius, Loki/Loki | 6k | “Tell you what,” says Mobius, shortly after the Timekeepers have sentenced Loki to death, “why don’t I take care of this?”

(Un)disclosed desires by Springandastorm | Loki | Loki/Mobius | "That's not how I see you at all, Loki." Mobius said, unexpectedly earnest. "We all play roles sometimes."

sources of light by brawlite | Word of Honor | Wen Kexing/Zhou Zishu | 3k | Zhou Zishu makes a difficult choice in order to save Wen Kexing's life. The morning after is not an easy one.

warm company, cold nights by janonny | Word of Honor | Wen Kexing/Zhou Zishu | 23k | He gave Zhou Zishu a lingering look from beneath his lashes. “Your virtuous wife will accompany you of course.”

July

the potential of broken things by icarusinflight | Harry Potter | Drarry | 11k | "Can you feel that? Some things want to be what they once were. The original spell is still there, and it wants to work again. All it takes is a little push and then"—Draco clicks his fingers of his free hand—"snap, everything will go back into place."

little beast by brawlite | The Untamed | Song Lan/Xue Yang | 7k | Payback's a bitch.

you, undeniable you by returnsandreturns | Brooklyn Nine-Nine | Jake/Amy | 1k | “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Jake asks, for the fourth time. “Because we can just ditch that thing, toss it out a window, do it missionary like the founding fathers intended.”

Car Talk by drunkbedelia | Loki | Mobius/Loki | 1k | ‘When I pruned myself, I thought I might be able to find Loki,' Sylvie said.

one too many by sarcasticfishes | Watcher | Ryan/Shane | 1k | “Stay here,” Ryan says, just casual enough, “I’ll drive you home tomorrow.”

Tencent and Chill by quoth_the_ravenclaw | The Untamed | Nie Huaisang/Nie Mingjue | 2k | “Da-ge,” Huaisang whines, all for show, as much a performance as the actors on screen. He wiggles his toes. “My feet are so sore, you worked me too hard.”

The House at the End of the World by Hopetohell | Loki | Loki/Mobius/Sylvie | 1k | What will they do, now that they can do anything?

moderate the middle by ElisAttack | Loki | Loki/Mobius/Sylvie | 9k | People only smiled with their eyes when it was real. Unless they were a Loki. No matter the differences between the variants, their tricky grins were a constant as much as they were indiscernible.

Lost and Sound by snack_size | Loki | Loki/Thor/Sylvie | 5k | “Sylvie, did you help my brother defeat the Time Police?”

push the button (and let me know) by dinosuns | Loki | Loki/Mobius | 5k | “How about this?” hands folded on the table, he watches Loki intently. “If you tell me why, I’ll answer.”

We're (not) all villains here by sir_not_appearing_in_this_archive | Loki | Loki/Mobius/Sylvie | 19k | WIP | Alone and friendless (once again), Loki has to find a way to set things right, or at least right enough he can comfortably sneak off into the sunset, which starts with one thing: saving Mobius's lost memories.

what remains by dinosuns | Loki | Loki/Mobius | “You’re no analyst.” Mobius sounds stunned. They are not aligned, they are not in tandem. But there are wistful glimmers of what is now agonisingly out of reach.

worth a shot by thereyoflight | Loki | Loki/Sylvie | 2k | When Loki and Sylvie are moments away from being cornered on the train in Lamentis, they resort to desperate measures.

Bug Problems by xorabbit | Marvel | Grandmaster/Loki | 7k | Loki ends up on Sakaar, of course, with just that many more schemes to scheme. However, the Grandmaster is not altogether too terrible--a bit of fine luck, for once--and perhaps it's all right to have a better-natured fling while one works out what's next.

our way, no takebacks by dinosuns | Loki | Loki/Mobius | 20k | "Nice speech," Sylvie drawls, but the sarcasm doesn't land.

August

Vennen min by spqr | Loki | Loki/Mobius | 12k | The day they let Mobius out of the infirmary, Loki gets assigned to a new handler. This, Mobius is pretty sure, is where the trouble starts.

new terms by dinosuns | Loki | President Loki/Mobius | 21k | For the first time in his life, Loki triumphs. How fitting then, for the end to swiftly barge in unannounced.

Icarus by Waako | Loki | Loki/Mobius | 5k | When Mobius got pruned, he expected two different outcomes. Either eternal peace or eternal emptiness. He certainly didn’t expect a grey sky, ruins of old buildings looming over him, and a Loki variant watching him like he was a piece of fresh meat.

Stress Relief by spqr | Loki | Loki/Mobius | 3.5k | “Let me read you something,” Loki says. He rifles through the pages, clears his throat, and Mobius puts a hand over his eyes because he knows what’s coming before Loki even reads the first word—“Pēdīcābō ego vōs et irrumābō—“

just like the weather by sarcasticfishes | BFU | Shane/Ryan/Sara | 6k | “Y’know,” Ryan shrugs. “Friends have kids together sometimes. Like if a same-sex couple has a friend surrogate for them. Or sometimes people just co-parent.”

Woodash and iron and leather by iffervescent | The Witcher | 9k | Jaskier is the only person Geralt's ever been around who doesn't smell of fear

Food of Love by tanktrilby | The Witcher | Geralt/Jaskier | 22k | I brought a dead princess back to life through the power of song is the kind of thing that would have got an eyebrow raise even from the stone-faced Geralt of Rivia, so it's a good thing he and Geralt will probably never see each other again.

If The Morning Light Sets In by nagia | Castlevania | Sypha/Trevor/Alucard | 45k | Save the Belmonts, save the world.

halfway by ivelostmyspectacles | Castlevania | Sypha/Alucard/Trevor | 12k | Vampire attacks are happening again. Unprovoked, strange, humans and vampires dying alike. A disease. Alucard assures them that he isn't susceptible.

lonely lonely heart by spqr | Loki | Loki/Mobius | 7k | Mobius looks down at the paperwork, gets a sort of flustered farmboy look on his face, looks back up at Loki and says, “You offered to give a cop fellatio in the middle of Central Park.”

Bedrest by Lise | The Untamed | Xiao Xingchen& Xue Yang | 3k | Xiao Xingchen's newest patient is causing him problems. He just won't stay put.

DELIGHTFUL FANVIDS

May

Jesper Fahey | 99 Problems

Jesper Fahey | OLD TOWN ROAD

Kaz & Inej | I Can't Pretend

human | kaz brekker

bucky barnes || humble

The Mandalorian || Warriors

The Mandalorian | I'll See You Again

Hope is the light.

►Zhou Zishu & Wen Kexing | Beautiful mess

Kaz & Inej | I Can't Pretend

versailles at night | alina & the darkling

look what you made me do | the darkling

Bucky Barnes | Rasputin

Obi-Wan || dirty work

Blood in the water [the Witcher]

MARVEL || Astronaut in the Ocean

Enola Holmes || Unstoppable

Shadow & Bone || Fire Meets Fate

Mo Dao Zu Shi Season 3 AMV/Trailer - Teeth

Kylo Ren | STAR WARS

June

MARVEL || Rasputin

MARVEL || Astronaut in the Ocean

i dont enjoy hurting people | Loki [1x01]

loki laufeyson • unsteady [⚠ 1x01]

MARVEL || Levitating

Shadow & Bone | Paint It Black

Glitter & Gold | Jesper Fahey

Shadow and Bone | Levitating

wen kexing ✘ zhou zishu | put your lips on mine

Erik Lensherr - Magneto

The Crows || Circus

The Crows | Thrift Shop (Shadow & Bone)

Zemo & Bucky — RASPUTIN [tfatws]

Cruella | Feeling good

Percy Jackson || Watch Me

THE KILLING KIND || The Magnus Archives Animatic

LOKI || Glorious Purpose

The Darkling | Black Heretic

Sam x Bucky || Handclap [HUMOR]

Loki || Lovely

Doctor Strange || Dystopia

Loki & Sylvie || I’m not your friend

Loki || Hate Me

MARVEL || River

Loki & Bucky || Paint It Black

Wanda Maximoff || The Scarlet Witch (WandaVision)

Play With Fire || MARVEL || Loki Doctor Strange Scarlet Witch

MARVEL || Warriors

Loki || God of Mischief || You Do You

(Marvel) Loki | You Will Never Be A God

Marvel's Horror Cinematic Universe

community gardens || the magnus archives PMV

July

Thor || Rise

Loki & Sylvie - Demons in my head [ep.3]

//HUMANS// THE MAGNUS ARCHIVES

Loki | Lost

A Quiet Place

Loki & Sylvie || Strange Birds

Loki & Sylvie "I won't let you down" | (+1x05)

♚ Loki & Sylvie | If You Love Me (1x04)

Loki & Sylvie | If our love is wrong [Loki +1x04]

Loki and Mobius | Hold On [Loki +1x05]

loki laufeyson • in the end [+ 1x04]

Loki and Sylvie || Feeling Good

Marvel || Black Widow - Counting Stars || Natasha Romanoff

Cruella || Little Wicked

MARVEL || This is My Time || Shang-Chi Trailer Music

Sylvie | Unstoppable (Loki +1x03)

Loki and Sylvie (Lady Loki) || Play With Fire

Wanda and Vision || Dancing With Your Ghost

Wanda Maximoff and Loki || You Should See Me In A Crown

Loki and his Variants ⚔ King of Space [ep.5]

Loki & Sylvie ❤ This world is slowing down [ep.5]

Sylvie || Confident (+1x04)

•Loki x Sylvie ⱠΞⴼ King and Queens•

Loki - In The End | Marvel

Loki & Sylvie ❤ Out of Control [ep.4]

Loki & Mobius | Dynasty [LOKI/+1x04]

Loki & Sylvie ❤ Love War [ep.6]

(Marvel) Loki | Glorious Purpose

(MARVEL) Loki | Chaos

Loki | In The End [+1X06]

Loki x Sylvie | Another Love

Loki & Sylvie | Arcade [ Loki +1x06]

MARVEL || The Assembled Universe (c/w ASTrix UI)

August

Natasha & Yelena || Do It Like A Dude

Black Widow || Smells Like Teen Spirit

MARVEL || Uptown Funk

MARVEL || 1 in a Million

MARVEL/DC || Dies Irae

Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness TRAILER #1

MARVEL || Loki

DELIGHTFUL MUSIC

May

The Wild One - Suzi Quatro

What’s So Funny ‘Bout - Sharon Van Etten

Levitating - Dua Lipa

The Underground - Meg Myers

You Won’t Find Me - Narrow Skies

Elixir of Life - Leah

Salt and the Sea - The Lumineers

ERROR - Niki, Kradness

Runaway - AURORA

Butterfly Water - Pastelle

Close to the Sun - Porcelain Pill

Selkie-boy - The Lost Words

Good Riddance - Annapantsu

Die Anywhere Else - Julia Henderson

Heat Waves - Glass Animals

Down - St Vincent

Word of Honor OST

Welcome to the Pleasuredome - Frankie Goes to Hollywood

Shy Away - Twenty One Pilots

Follow You - Imagine Dragons

I’m Not That Girl - Kerry Ellis

Meant to be Yours - Ryan McCartan

Ex Wives - Six

Euphoria - BTS

Walls - Cher

96,000 - In the Heights

Sun Goes Down - Lil Nas X

Enough For You - Olivia Rodrigo

Brutal - Olivia Rodrigo

Ziti E Buoni - Maneskin

Shum - Go_A

Loco Loco - Hurricane

Space Ghost Coast to Coast - Glass Animals

The Horror and the Wild (whole album - The Amazing Devil

Chant - Hadestown

Titans - Major Lazer, Sia

Bones - Galantis

Golden Dandelions - Barns Courtney

Le Nozze di Figaro - Hybrid

Save Your Tears - The Weeknd

Psycho - Post Malone

Gold Lion - Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Close to Me - Ellie Goulding

And So It Went - The Pretty Reckless

help herself - bbno$

Fire For You - Cannons

Twist the Knife - Chromatics

He Said She Said - Chvrches

Face Down - The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus

Campus - Vampire Weekend

Your Power - Billie Eilish

Reach - Eternal Eclipse

1 Last Cigarette - The Band Camino

Insertion - Hans Zimmer

from the edge - fictionjunction

The Devil Is a Gentleman - Merci Raines

Meet Me In The Woods - Amarante

Fire - Saint Mesa

Smells Like Teen Spirit - Saint Mesa

Appetite - Casey Edwards

All Things Devour - aeseaes

Throne - Saint Mesa

Witchcraft - Vian Izak

June

The Shrine / An Argument - Fleet Foxes

It’s Tricky - Run

Darjeeling - Barrie

Hollywood Forever Cemetery Sings - Father John Misty

Picture Me Better - Weyes Blood

Loch Lomond - Mackenzi Tolk

Punta - Matzzy

Touch It Clean - DJ Raulito

Oh No - Kreepa

Ancient Dreams in a Modern Land - Marina

Sofia - Askjell

The Boy - Shannon & the Clams

First Steps - Lena Raine

The Power of Balance Rearranged - Rush Garcia

And So My Heart Became a Void - Ursine Vulpine

Paper Mache - Iris Lune

Catch Me If You Can - Desert Belle

Darkroom Double - Moon & Pollution

Serotonin - girl in red

In the Air Tonight - Natalie Taylor

When Your Heart Is a Stranger - Friends In Paris

Moon Effect - Sailor Moon Eternal OST

In A Black Out - Hamilton Leithauser

Forever - CHVRCHES

Way Less Sad - AJR

Helter Skelter - Detention

The Devil You Know - X Ambassadors

TVA - Natalie Holt

Honeybee-The Head and the Heart

Home All Summer - Anthony Ramos

In the Shadows - Amy Stroup

My Way - Lucifer Cast

In the Air Tonight - Jon Howard

The Beast - Old Caltone

The Beast - Delta Rae

Freak Like Me - Adina Howard

Only the Good Die Young - Billy Joel

Winds of Change - Scorpions

good 4 u - Olivia Rodrigo

If I Could See The World - Patsy Cline

Ends of the Earth - Lord Huron

The Killing Kind - Marianas Trench

Bones - Wens

Kiss Me More - Doja Cat

How Not to Drown - CHVRCHES

July

Dark Moon - Bonnie Guitar

Free Smiles - Tia Ray

Sundown Blues - Joanna Levine

Citta Vuoto - Mina

If You Love Me - Brenda Lee

Very Full - Tom Hiddleston

Loki Green Theme - Natalie Holt

Wrecked - Imagine Dragons

The Wolves - Cyrus Reynolds

Cure For Me - Aurora

Theory of Light - Eternal Eclipse

Fate of the Clockmaker - Eternal Eclipse

Potential Breakup Son - Aly and AJ

transparent soul - travis barker

My Love Will Never DSie - AG, Claire Wyndham

Happy Together - King Princess

Atomise - Temple

Darkside - Oshins

Someone to Watch Over Me - Lucifer Cast

This is Ours - Peter Sivo

Love and War - Fleurie

Take Me To Church - MILCK

Devil I Know - Allie X

East of Eden - Zella Day

Shadow Preachers - Zella Day

Losing My Religion - BELLSAINT

Hard to Kill - Beth Crowley

Dark Side - Blind Channel

Tanz Mit Mir - Faun

My Jolly Sailor Bold - Ashley Serena

Stuttering - Fefe Dobson

August

Monsters and Fairies - Savannah

Chosen - SVRCINA

IAN HA 3BYK - GO A

Freya - Verdandi

Sick on Seventh Strett - Sarah and the Safe Word

Tarah - Sae Sae Norris

Suspicion - Sherwood Roberts

Fjorgyn - Osi and the Jupiter

Fight to Make It Up - Takenobu

The Edge of Dawn - Rozen

Innocence - Cannon Diviision

A Stray Child - .Hack//Sign

The Kiss - Luigi Rubino

Any Kind of Dead Person - Ghost Quartet

The Great Unknown - Dominique Gilbert

Smells Like Teen Spirit - Saint Mesa

over the rainbow - misterwives

Fireflies - Cullen Vance

My mother Told Me - Nati Dreddd

Athetosis - Crywolf

Major Tom - Shiny Toy Guns

Novacaine - 10 Years

Right Here Right Now - Jesus Jones

NDA - Billie Eilish

Trouble’s Coming - Royal Blood

Completing the Circle - Gareth Coker

There’ll Always Be Another Monster - Brian D’Oliveira

POSTED FIC

May

take my hand and i'll drown you with me | Star Wars | Rey & Ben Solo | 2,157 words | “You brought this upon yourself,” the creature told her, its voice serene.

June

keeping me restless and whole | Loki | Loki/Mobius | 1,584 words | Mobius was very young when he encountered his first Loki.

July

feed me lies until i'm dead | Loki | Thor/Loki | 3,476 words | “Don’t you think we should talk about it?” Thor asks.

the ghost of us can linger here | Loki | Loki/Mobius/Sylvie | 4,432 words | “So, how do you crazy kids want to do this?” Mobius asks them in a stage whisper, mouth twitching. At her back, Loki laughs, burying the sound against the curve of her neck.

there's a whisper in my bones | Loki | Loki/Mobius/Sylvie | 2,794 words | “All right,” she says. “Fine. Let’s make things more interesting. Take off your clothes.”

east of eden | Loki | Loki/Mobius/Sylvie | 2,202 words | “How long have you been fucking him?” Mobius asks, stroking his fingers against the place where leather meets skin.

Triptych in C Minor | Loki | Loki/Mobius/Sylvie | 1,647 words | Pt 1 | There is a house at the end of time, past the last storm, pushed up against the very edge of the unknown. It is a castle, a manor, a fortress - all depending on who inhabits it. But one thing that it never is, is a home.

August

N/A

WIPS | UNPUBLISHED | ORIGINAL

May

2k of Reylo mermay fic

June

N/A

July

1k+ of Xue Yang being a slut for Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen

300 words of vampire Song Lan

7k of Green Knight AU

August

10k of Green Knight AU

1.5k of hair dye shenanigans

FANMIXES/GRAPHICS

May

yearning: a playlist for the heart

June

the chosen and the beautiful: a mix for jordan baker

July

kings & queens of the ruckus: a mix for loki and sylvie

August

N/A

#heather says what #heather writes #scrapbook #2021

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when tomorrow comes (i’ll be on my own)

rating: mature

pairing: eddie kaspbrak/richie tozier

summary: Richie pushed himself up on his elbows and smirked. “You know, Eddie my love, we suddenly have great potential right here. Don’t you remember what it was like? Back in Derry… all the sneaking around, the thrill of getting caught all the time? What an adrenaline rush!”

“What a constant risk of anxiety attack you mean,” Eddie corrected, but he was grinning too. “But yeah, it was pretty exciting. What’s your point?”

“What if… and really hear me out here, Eds… we just let them think we were broken up?”

chapter count: 4/7

Eddie trailed the tips of his fingers down Richie’s bare back, smiling to himself as his boyfriend shivered in his sleep at the touch. Eddie hadn’t originally planned to actually spend the entire weekend hauled up in Richie’s dorm room, but it seemed that Richie had know him better than Eddie had expected. Aside from Richie occasionally taking a walk around to campus to find food or drink, Eddie and his boyfriend had effectively been turned into experimental rats that pressed the pleasure button instead of the food button until they died.

Thankfully enough, they hadn’t died but Eddie had truly waited until the very last possible second to leave the warmth of Richie’s arms. If he didn’t walk out of this room in the next minute or so, he greatly risked running into Stan and Patty are their ways back to campus. Heart hanging heavy in his stomach, he tugs on his same pair of jeans from Friday afternoon and mourned that this was the first time in two days he’d been wearing something more than a pair of boxers.

Knowing it was a risk, but not being to hold himself back, Eddie reached out and scoop up one of Richie’s soft white Ts with a terrible puns on them from the floor and pulled it on instead of his salmon polo that he’d come over in. Bill would immediately recognize the shirt as Richie’s, and it did little to cover the purple bruises that danced up from chest and over a long part of his neck. Eddie was ducking out of Richie’s room while Richie slept, feeling utterly like he were bailing after a one night stand, and he couldn’t bare the only thing he be leaving with being those marks.

To King Trashmouth <3: hey sorry i didn’t wake you figured you needed the rest after this weekend ;) i love you see you soon

Shoving his phone into his back pocket and wiping at his damp eyes, Eddie didn’t see the people walking down the hall towards him until he nearly collided with them. Stepping back, Eddie cursed himself for taking the short walk. In the week or so since he and Richie had told everybody they’d broken up, Eddie had seen very little of Stanley Uris and Patty Blum. It was the same, Eddie figured, for Richie with Bill and Audra. What had been a tight group of friends since the first week of freshman year was now fractured, and Eddie was suddenly floored by the realization that this was like a sneak preview of what life would be like if he and Richie ever truly broke up.

It took every inch of self restrain he possessed in his entire body not to turn and run back to Richie. To toss himself back into the bed and curl up in his boyfriend’s arms. But he noted then, the way Stan was looking at him, looking at his shirt, at his marks and the urge to throw up over come to the urge to return to Richie.

He watched the expressions dance over Stan’s face; confusion, then realisation, then anger. The clench of his jaw, the flash of his eyes. Patty shifted awkward on the heels of her feet, seemingly avoiding meeting Eddie’s gaze. “Eddie,” Stan said, voice shift. “That’s Richie’s shirt.”

It’s not a question, but Eddie nods in response anyway. Out of everybody he’d met in college, Stan was the friend he was the least close to. It was funny in way, considering how often Richie would constantly tell Eddie that he though he and Stan were so similar. “Not in like… sexy fun times with Richie way but kind of like… if I got dirt on shirt you’d freak out kind of way.”

“Eddie…” Stan said slowly, jaw clenching for a moment. His eyes burned at the marks leading up from the collar of Richie’s shirt. “You can’t pull this shit, okay? Richie can’t handle you jerking him around. He’s a mess.”

Eddie crinkled his brow, licking his bottom lip in lieu of giving a response. There wasn’t anything he could say without completely exposing himself and Richie, and while he knew that at this point their stupid bet had turned deeply into overkill, but Eddie was too dedicated by now. He was also more than a little interested to hear just how Stan figured Richie was a mess.

“He barely leaves the dorm room except for classes,” Stan continued as Eddie knew he would if Eddie didn’t speak up to defend himself. “When he finishes Brooklyn Nine Nine, he just starts it over from the beginning! And he takes really long showers.”

“He what?” Eddie blinked, shaking his head slightly. Stan looked highly put-out, like he was moments away from stomping his foot, if he wasn’t so aggressively mature. “

“He takes really long showers, he never used to.” Stan said slowly. “I think that’s where he cries, because he doesn’t want to do it where I can hear him.”

Eddie’s face suddenly burned at the thought of the amount of times in the past few weeks that he’d snuck into the wet space to share Richie’s shower with him. Of course Richie’s showers were longer than usual, but there wasn’t a whole lot of crying going on.

“I think you’re seeing whatever you want to see, Stan,” Eddie said lightly. “You don’t know what Richie’s feeling.”

“And you do?” Stan laughed almost bitterly. “You dumped him for no good reason, you’re already going on dates with other people and now you’re crawling into his bed the first chance you get and fucking with his head even more? I thought you were better than that, Eddie.”

As Stan stomped off down the hall and Patty gave a sympathetic smile, Eddie gave himself a short moment to feel bad for himself. The last thing he wanted was anybody to think he was some sort of arrogant bastard just looking to get some good dick, or that he was using Richie. He, of course, knew that neither of those things were true and Richie knew it, too… but it still made Eddie feel a little sick that anything would lead Stan to believe such horrible things of him.

It did, though, leave a small warmth in Eddie’s chest to know that Richie had a friend like Stan who was go willingly to go toe-to-toe for him over a break up. Eddie’s best friends’ idea of helping was trying to get him laid with an almost scary amount of passion.

“I hope you know I absolutely did not agree to this.” Eddie said, leaning against then wall in protest as the party raged on around him. “I didn’t agree to this in any way, shape or form.”

Bill rolled his eyes. “You refused to download Tinder, we’re compromising!”

“A compromise requires consent!” Eddie shot back, eyes trailing over to where Richie was trying fruitlessly to tug Ben Hanscom up onto a table with him. Eddie fought back a grin, knowing his boyfriend was the furthest thing from drunk, just simply a menace to society. “Not sure why you thought this was going to be helpful in getting me to move on.”

“It did not occur me that Ruh-Richie would be here,” Bill said mildly as Audra arrived with a drink in both hands. Bill reached out for one only to be greeted with an unimpressed smirk as Audra took a sip from both in succession of the other. “There’s uhm.. somebody we wanted you to meet, actually but if Ruh-Ruh-“

“If Richie being hear makes this too awkward then don’t worry about it.” Audra finished for him, placing a reassuring hand on Bill’s shoulder and squeezing. Eddie pursed his lips, glancing over his shoulder at boy who was clearly standing a safe distance away. His brown hair was pushed into a ponytail, giving the hint of curls, and his eyes were hiding behind thick rimmed glasses, prompting Eddie to hide an eye roll.

Shaking his head, he pulled out his phone and didn’t bother to hid in his interest in texting. To king trashmouth<3: your knock off by the door. bill wants me to chat him up

Richie had Ben’s head between his thighs now, shouting something about going for a ride, when he struggled to yank his phone out of his back pocket without sending both himself and Ben tumbling to the ground. He glanced up, eyes finding the boy then moving through the room to land on Eddie. He grinned, then winked.

from king trashmouth<3: do you want me to cause a distraction

to king trashmouth<3: will this distraction get you arrested?

from king trashmouth<3: no but it will be very embarrassing for you

from king trashmouth<3: but it will get billy boy off your back for a while i say

to king trashmouth<3: i mean youre going to do it anyway aren’t you

from king trashmouth<3: mmmmm you know me <3333

Eddie sighed, putting his phone back into his pocket. “Fine. I guess it won’t hurt to meet him.” Bill absolutely beamed at Eddie’s response, taking hold of his arm and pulling him over happily.

“Justin, this is Eddie.” He said, stutter all but gone while Audra stood off to the side, frowning lightly. “Eddie is the hottest guy I know and just got out of a very serious, long term relationship and is ready to let loose.”

“Oh my God,” Eddie said, not bothering to whisper. Audra pressed both hands over her face and walked away shaking her head. During their freshman year and a large chunk of sophomore year- the PRE-Audra ear- Bill had a pretty well deserved reputation as fuckboy throughout campus. Eddie wouldn’t have been able to count the amount of times he was kicked out of his dorm room so Bill could fuck some girl Eddie knew he’d never see again. From the beginning, Audra had been different from that and from the moment Bill referred to them as “going on a date”, Eddie had known the girl was going to be sticking around for the long run. It seemed now, though, that Bill was trying to pawn off his fuckboy ways onto what he thinks is a newly single Eddie.

“I’ll let you two… talk,” he waggled his eyebrows at Eddie and leaned in a whisper about spending the night at Audra’s so Eddie could have the room to himself. Eddie made a disgusted noise, but made a mental note to text Richie about it later.

Justin reeked of weed and he was even less attractive up close. He slouched and their was mustard on his shirt. It was looking at a fifteen year old Richie Tozier, minus the braces. It made an uncomfortable feeling appear in Eddie’s throat, and he was already completely over this interaction.

Justin just leaned closer, Eddie resisted the urge to gag as the smell got stronger the closer Justin got. A hand came out to rest on Eddie’s wrist and Justin face was almost touching Eddie’s cheek. “So.. hear you’re looking for a good time?”

“Good time but not a long time?” Eddie asked breathily, closing his eyes. Come on, Richie…. Distraction any time now. It would be FUCKING LOVELY.

“Oh, baby boy, it can be as long as you’d like.” Okay, Eddie was going to throw up now. Right all over this guys’ ugly, mustard stained-

“Ay-yo, what the fresh fuck is this?”

Oh, thank fucking God. Eddie exhaled harshly, shoving away from Justin and trying his hardest to look like he’d been caught doing something wrong. He shoved his hands into his pockets and shifted around nervously, looking everywhere but at Richie. I love you, I love you, I think I love you like never before, he thought desperately, wondering if Richie knew.

“Who’s this, Eds?” Eddie watched Richie bite down on his bottom lip as the nickname slipped out. Their was crowd surrounding them now, Bev and Ben whispering frantically to each other. “It looks like you went out and tried to buy me at Wal Mart.”

Eddie rolled his eyes. How original, Richard. Eddie and Richie made eye contact, and Richie gave him just the slightest hint of a wink. It could’ve been a blink, to a mind less trained in the ways of Richie Tozier as Eddie’s was.

Richie only made one singular step towards Justin before Mike Hanlon seemed to appear out of nowhere, arms coming out and scooping Richie up above his shoulders as though he weight nothing. Richie responded as though nothing had happened as well. “I hope you drown in a bathtub! I hope you have aneurysm after aneurysm after aneurysm!”

Eddie bit down on his bottom lip and pressed himself up against the wall, eyes stuck on his feet. If he made eye contact with even one person right now, he’d burst out laughing and blow everything.

“Your ex must be fucking wasted,” Justin laughed, face bright red.

Eddie walked Richie being carried from the party that was already loosing interest. “Nope.” He said, smiling fondly. “Just a menace to society.”

to king trashmouth <3: bills spending the night at audras? see you in my dorm?

from king trashmouth<3: you know it bby 8======D

to king trashmouth<3: youre disgusting jfc

#reddie #reddie fic #it fanfiction #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #my writing #when tomorrow comes

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freetheworms · 7 years ago

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10 and 51 together please.... good luck 😂

ahskjhdhasjk okay nonnie at first i was convinced u were just trying to kill me with this combo but… somehow i’m actually really happy with this fic ?? so thank u ??? also u didn’t specify a ship so i went with reddie cause i felt like it fit, hope thats ok !

It was official. As of 3 o’clock this fucking morning, Richie Tozier had come to the conclusion that he goddamn hated squirrels.

There was a reason, of course. It’s not like he went around making a habit of declaring war on small rodents, but squirrels — nay, one particular squirrel, had to fucking go.

The little fucker had decided to take up residence in the house Richie shared with Eddie at some ungodly hour of the night, and Richie was feeling downright murderous at being awoken from a rather steamy dream by the sound of tiny rodent feet scurrying through the walls incessantly.

See, Eddie was a nurse at the local hospital, and Richie was a small-time DJ for some local radio station he was convinced nobody really listened to. They weren’t exactly made of money, but the small, if a little dilapidated house they were able to afford together was honestly fine with Richie.

That is, until the Devil in a small fluffy rat suit managed to climb its way into Richie’s humble abode to ruin his life.

Luckily for Eddie, he was working the night shift at the hospital, and had no idea the lengths his boyfriend was going to at 5 in the fucking morning to get rid of some fuckin’ squirrel that possessed almost as much nerve as King Trashmouth himself. Almost.

In fact, by 6am, Richie was about ready to burn the whole fucking house down just to take this little asshole with it… but of course, even his tired brain managed to remember that Eddie would probably murder him next. So, he settled for taking a sledgehammer to the wall behind their shared bed in an attempt to find the little menace because how else was he supposed to get at it?

Yeah, okay, maybe his tired brain wasn’t doing so shit hot after all, but it would all be worth it when he won this war.

By 8am, Richie was more exhausted than ever, and the walls of the bedroom had certainly seen better days. He hadn’t necessarily caught the squirrel, but he also couldn’t hear it anymore. Maybe he’d scared it off? Yeah. Yeah that was probably it. Stupid tiny squirrel was no match for him. Yeah… no match…

He had finally started to drift off to sleep on the couch when the front door swung open to reveal a very adorable scrub-clad Eddie.

“Hey Rich,” Eddie threw his keys onto the coffee table in front of Richie.

“Mmm,” sleepy-Richie groaned back, “babe,” he made grabby hands for Eddie to come cuddle with him.

“I gotta eat, Rich,” Eddie said, turning instead toward the kitchen, in the opposite direction of his needy boyfriend. “And,” he continued, “I was thinking maybe after that you could… help me unwind a little before I go to bed.”

Richie was tired, but he wasn’t that tired. His head immediately perked up to meet his lover’s gaze. “Oh yeah? What’d you have in mind?” he raised a playful eyebrow.

Eddie knew he had his boyfriend’s attention now, and he intended to take full advantage. It had been a stressful night at work, and he really could use a little… release. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” He smiled innocently as he leaned against their ugly laminate countertop.

“Mhmm,” Richie put on his most sultry voice. Two could play this game. “C’mon babe, I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what you want.”

“You really want me to tell you?” Eddie tapped his chin as if he was contemplating for a second, before his fiery gaze returned to Richie’s, “Why don’t you come over here and make me?” he finished with a deliberate lick of his lips.

Oh yeah. Richie was awake now, all right. “Maybe I will…” he trailed off as he stood from the couch, and started to make his way to Eddie.

THUNK.

“What was that?” Eddie looked incredibly puzzled as he searched the room for the source of the noise.

Richie’s shoulders tensed almost painfully, as he glanced quickly up at the ceiling in a silent prayer to whatever cosmic power was hellbent on pissing him off today. “Oh, fuck no,” he halted his strides toward Eddie, and instead turned to the source of the dreaded noise: the fireplace. There was a rather large acorn now sitting on the floor in front of it, and Richie could hear the faintest scratching of tiny nails on the inside of the brick chimney.

Without saying another word, Richie crossed the living room to his and Eddie’s bedroom — the only bedroom in the tiny, one story house — despite Eddie’s rapid fire questions, only to re-emerge in the doorway a few seconds later with his handy-dandy sledgehammer.

“What the fuck?” Eddie looked a mix of confused and horrified. “Rich, why was the sledgehammer in our bedroom?”

Richie didn’t answer. Instead, like a man on a mission, he crossed over to the fireplace, kicked the unused decorative logs out of the way, and crouched down to climb into it.

“Richie. What the fuck?” Eddie repeated.

Richie only shook his head at him with a determined expression, before he attempted to climb up the chimney.

“Seriously? The chimney? What the hell are you doing? Why the hammer? RICHIE!”

The only answer Eddie got was muffled from between the bricks, “The squirrel can’t fucking win, Eds!”

“What?”

“If I let that squirrel beat me, I might as well hand your sweet ass over to it too, and no way in hell am I letting that happen!” Richie really did have a one-track-mind, and he was way too tired and too focused on destroying this pest to stop and explain the whole situation.

Eddie was more confused than ever. He always knew his boyfriend was fucking weird, but now he was convinced Richie had honest-to-God lost his mind.

A few more minutes of trying and failing to get an explanation out of Richie, and Eddie finally decided to just go to bed. Nevermind food or sex, he was suddenly way too fucking tired to be dealing with this whirlwind of shit. He headed for the bedroom, blissfully unaware of the impromptu reno-à-le-Richie that awaited him.

Richie had only just caught sight of the subject of his rage and insanity, when he heard Eddie from their room, so loud and startling that he jumped and almost smashed his head off the brick.

“OH MY GOD, WHAT THE FUCK RICHARD?!”

Richie gulped. Oh shit.

lmao well there u have it… i would never have guessed this would become one of my favourite fics ive written so far but i just had so much fun

hope you’re happy ! (cause i am heheh)

#yeah that last line is a reference to that vine. u know the one #gracie writes #i tried to go to bed like an hour ago but #i've been thinking about this prompt since u sent it and #suddenly it hit me???#so here we are #for once i rly do love this fic tho #don't ask me why #gracie answers #reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #reddie fanfic #reddie fic #reddie fanfiction

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akaiikowrites · 7 years ago

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zutara; "you keep falling asleep in the lectures and i keep waking you up so you don’t get in trouble, so to make sure you stay awake a brought you coffee with my number on it"

Notes: this was such cute prompt what the fuck. i tried to do it justice.

They both sit in the back. And they used to sit with a reasonable three or four desks between them, like normal college students, but she kept falling asleep and he hated throwing erasers at her to get her to wake up. And now they sit together, knees bumping against thighs because the desks are too cramped for Zuko’s frame so he has to sit sideways, but it’s okay because at least when she falls asleep her forehead hits his shoulder instead of her notebook.

“How?” Katara mutters.

Zuko looks away from his coffee for the first time since class started. She’s squinting down at her notebook as she attempts to take notes. Specifically, to copy their professor’s illegible scrawl about the House of Representatives. Zuko’s not sure why she’s bothering. Eleven weeks into the course, it’s clear the professor doesn’t give a fuck and all his tests are straight from the textbook.

Maybe she understands this because she tosses her pen down with a noise of disgust and turns to squint at Zuko. All he manages is a blink before she elaborates, “How are you such a morning person?”

Amused, he raises one eyebrow. The only eyebrow he has. “I rise with the sun,” he says philosophically. “You rise with the moon.”

Of course she rolls her eyes at this. All of her exhaustion comes out in a theatrical moan that’s too loud for the quiet auditorium but doesn’t even make the professor’s monotone lecture pause. Pointing at him in a way that’s probably supposed to be more intimidating than it actually is, she goes, “Are you saying I’m a werewolf?”

“No, I’m saying you’re nocturnal.” Zuko takes a sip of his coffee to cover for literally his entire state of being.

The thing is, two years ago Katara Foster came onto campus and immediately threw everything into an uproar. 4.0 GPA, star of the swim club and the judo club, and by the end of the year President of the Student Government. It was insanity. Beautiful, precise, fearless insanity. Zuko found her terrifying and a little obnoxious and never thought he’d end up being in a gen ed class at 7AM on Tuesdays and Thursdays with her. Never mind that they’d become kind of friends and that he’d tease her and that she’d use his shoulder as a pillow to catch up on all that sleep she never got.

Katara’s trying to give him one of her usual menacing looks but all she’s really managing is the sad eyes of a raccoon that’s been denied scraps. It makes him feel weird. Like he wants to pull her into his lap and wrap her in a blanket and let her nap. These kinds of feelings have been happening more and more as the semester’s dragged on.

“You haven’t been sleeping, have you?” he asks. Tries for casual, but misses it by a lot and ends up sounding more worried than he really has a right to as someone who just sits next to her and makes snarky comments through class.

Biting her lower lip, she looks down at her notebook again. Picks up her pen and taps it thoughtfully against where she’d left off note taking. “It’s just…” There’s a pause and he’s almost certain she’s going to brush it off. That’s how she deals with most attempts to pry at her vulnerable spots. Instead she says in a headlong rush, “My ex boyfriend’s band is going to be playing at the Christmas Gala. It’s the biggest fundraiser of the year and it’s almost all my responsibility and he’s going to ruin it. When I met with him to discuss the set list and venue, he was a jerk, and somehow I ended up telling him that I had a boyfriend but I don’t…”

Zuko blinks. Puts his coffee down. Tries to process that Katara just spilled her guts and still won’t look at him and everyone’s standing up to leave because somehow class ended without him noticing.

In the thirty seconds it takes for him to feel like he can respond with actual words Katara mutters shit under her breath, shoves her things into her backpack, and tosses a bye Zuko! over her shoulder as she rushes out the door. Vaguely he remembers that she’d said she had some kind of meeting with her advisor right after class. Mostly it just takes the sting out of how fast she ditched him.

Thursday rolls around and Zuko comes to class only three minutes before class starts. Katara’s sitting in her usual spot, eyes fixed on the door, and she perks up a little when she sees him. It occurs to him as he weaves through the desks that she’d been waiting for him.

Suddenly his plan seems less stupid and more like something that might actually work. Besides, he’s got dark smudges under his eyes from sleeplessness to match hers and that feels like solidarity or fate or maybe just the fact that he’d been so nervous he couldn’t sleep. Sliding into his usual seat, he holds out one of the two steaming to-go cups from the local coffee shop to Katara. “My real secret for being a morning person,” he says.

Katara takes the cup with a startled laugh. “You look as bad as me,” she says. Holding back a wince—yeah, he knows he looks like shit, does she have to rub it in?—he shrugs and lifts his coffee in an acknowledging gesture. Laughing again, she takes a sip of coffee and then looks at him with wide eyes. “This is amazing. What is this?”

“White chocolate mocha, triple shot of espresso,” he says. This only makes her eyes widen further and he chokes on a laugh of his own. “What, did you think I only drank coffee black like my soul?”

“Maybe,” she mutters. But she cradles the coffee close to her chest and takes luxurious sips of it. The caffeine works its steady magic and she looks halfway to awake by the time she’d normally be dropping into a doze. When she puts the coffee down, she gives it a wondering look, then her eyes dart toward him. All the pleasure of earlier has turned wary. “Are you trying to tell me with this that I need to stop falling asleep on you?” she asks. Trying for casual, but missing it by a lot.

Feeling a blush crawling across his cheeks, Zuko clears his throat and says, “Look under the coffee sleeve.”

Blinking, she turns back to the coffee and slides the sleeve down. In Zuko’s blocky handwriting, with a Sharpie borrowed from a long suffering barista, is his number. Very slowly, she turns back to him. “Is this… What is this?”

“My number,” he says. “So you can text me what time to pick you up for that gala thing.”

They both sit in back. And they used to sit with a reasonable three or four desks between them, like normal college students, but he likes how she climbs into his lap and presses a hungry kiss to his lips while she says thought you’d never get the hint. And now they sit together.

#zutara #nonnie #kaii writes zutara

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90simaginesandfanfics · 7 years ago

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Cradle Broken Glass - Chapter Twenty Three

Layla sat in the corner of the living room, surrounded by people, and yet feeling absolutely alone. Phil was in the corner, smoking and laughing with Jerry Cantrell. Mike was making the rounds with shot glasses and offering people copious amounts of alcohol. Stone, Chris, Layne and Matt were on the sofas laughing and telling stories. Ben was, much like herself, sat in a corner and pondering the world, except he looked mildly happy and was conversing when necessary. Mike Starr, Sean Kinney and Kim Thayil were casually smoking joints in the kitchen, and everyone seemed to be having a good time, except her. Jeff and Eddie hadn’t arrived yet, and she was biting her nails in absolute fear of when they did. He hated her, and she couldn’t blame him. She was a fat and ugly submissive housewife who didn’t have a backbone, who had decided to play with his feelings. Why wouldn’t he hate her? Just as Layla was starting to set herself off into another self-induced breakdown, the buzzer on the door went off, and Mike buzzed whoever was downstairs in. She breathed in and out heavily, trying to prepare herself for what was going to happen. The minute they walked in, the whole apartment went up in cheers and welcomes, all except from her and Phil from their respective places. Eddie was holding beers while Jeff was holding packets of chips, pretzels and snacks. She stayed in her corner, wallowing in her surroundings and feeling completely helpless to the situation.

She raised her eyes and was met with ocean blue ones from across the room. But just as quickly as they met, the pair across the room broke its gaze and focused on the others in the apartment, confirming to Layla that he hated her now. Jeff made his way over and placed a small kiss on her cheek, leaning over her leg and being careful not to bash it. Her broken leg had healed up good, but it was still sore when she put too much pressure on it. Layla stayed where she was, and after another hour or so, everything went back to how it was before they arrived. The only difference was that she felt a little bit more uncomfortable and inadequate, if that was even possible.

*****

“Layls, come on we’re playing poker.” Phil called her over to the table. The guys had set up a game of poker by moving the table in the dining room to fit in between the sofas, and Chris was currently dealing a hand. The Alice guys had all left by now, and so had Kim and Ben. The remaining guys were all huddled around the table, waiting for her to take her place and play. She wasn’t in the mood, and had been avoiding human contact as much as possible the whole night. This wasn’t her idea of fun. But she didn’t want to ruin Mike’s night and she knew they would all be concerned if she moped around anymore. She took her place in between Phil and Jeff, and the game started.

After 30 minutes, even though she had put up a strong game, she had put out, and so had a majority of everyone else. The only people left were Phil, Eddie and Matt.

“I raise you twenty.” Said Matt, looking confident in his actions. She silently laughed at him, since he should know better than to act cocky when you’re playing a game that relies on bluff. After another two minutes, Matt soon realised the error of his mistake and was also out, leaving only Eddie and Phil behind. Layla felt stifled as the tension rose between the two. She could Phil tense beside her whenever Eddie made a move, and the look that Eddie was giving Phil would be enough to make any sane person run away scared. She wasn’t the only one, as all the other guys had quieted down and were staring at the two of them, watching their every move with anticipation. She knew they all wanted Eddie to win, and even though she knew she shouldn’t, she did too.

“I see your fifty and I raise you two hundred.” Said Phil out of nowhere. Layla’s head swing around, completely confused as to why he would think he could get away with betting that much, it wasn’t like they could afford to give away as much money as possible. But she was more concerned about Eddie. 200 dollars was the type of money he wished he could have, and she knew he would never be able to afford it. She looked at him and his eyes met hers. She silently begged him to just give up and not raise his bet, but he simply looked away, and didn’t meet her eyes again. Phil was sending him a cocky grin, like he knew he couldn’t afford it. And that’s when Layla realised why Phil wanted to go to the party. He wanted to humiliate and cheat Eddie out of money. Phil had been playing poker since he could talk, and she saw him beat people out of money countless times, usually by cheating. She knew this wouldn’t be any different. But Eddie’s next actions shocked her and the whole table when he simply nodded and agreed to it. She couldn’t help but curse him out in her head, how stupid did he have to be to take the bet? She knew Phil was a great poker play, and knew Eddie would have to pay him, she felt sick even thinking about it.

“Okay, Phil, you put your cards down first.” Stone said, cutting the tension with his voice. Phil sent Eddie a victorious grin and then spread his cards down on the table in front of him, proud like a fucking peacock. Layla leaned over to look at his cards. Full house. Shit. Shit. Shit

Everyone turned to Eddie, and Layla’s heart broke when she saw the look on his face, and her resentment for her boyfriend grew all the more. Phil’s grin grew.

But her head turned back to Eddie when he stood up from the table and leaned over to Phil’s side. He leaned down, and next to Phil’s pile of cards, placed his down on the table, and then leaned back into his chair.

“I believe you owe me some money.” Eddie said with the biggest shit-eating grin on his face. Layla looked at his cards. Royal flush. Holy Shit.

Everyone around the table started to laugh and cheer Eddie and give Phil sympathetic yet snide smiles. Layla couldn’t help but be so fucking happy at what had just happened, but within two seconds, the smile on her face disappeared, as Phil slammed his hand down on the table and caused everyone to go silent.

“You piece of shit, how the fuck did you win that. You’re a fucking cheater, and I’m not paying you fuck all.” Phil screamed across the table. Everyone stood up, and were standing between the two as to diffuse the situation. She knew Phil had cheated, and couldn’t understand how Eddie had still managed to beat him and win his money. That’s two possessions he’s taken from Phil without him realising, Layla thought sarcastically. Chris had managed to calm the situation down, until the shit hit the fan.

“Phil, just sit the fuck down, you’re just jealous of Eddie. We all fucking know it. You wanna be like him, and you’re not, so just deal with it.” Jeff said, trying to take Layla’s boyfriend down a peg or two. But rather than explode like he usually did, Phil started to laugh smugly, looking between both Jeff and Eddie and then turning to the latter.

“Wait, do you honestly think I’m jealous of you?” Phil continued to laugh, and Layla couldn’t help but feel sick. Eddie looked down and turned his body, starting to walk away.

“Why would I be jealous of you Ed?” He continued sarcastically, and Eddie stopped walking, still facing away.

“Why would I be jealous of you? I could be just like you if I wanted. Hey, maybe if my daddy left me and my step-daddy beat me I would have turned out like you. A worthless cunt.” Phil finished, and everyone stood still. Layla was paralysed with shock.

But while everyone stood silent and looked on in horror, Eddie turned his whole body around and with superhuman force, swung his fist and hit Phil in the jaw, the sound piercing through the silence. And within nanoseconds, Eddie’s fist collided again and again into Phil’s face as they both fell to the floor and started to beat the shit out of each other. Layla screamed and tried to pull Eddie off of Phil, not wanting this to become any more violent than it already was. But as she was pulling at them both, Eddie’s elbow collided with her face and extreme pain shot through her nose. Chris and Matt started to help her and soon, both men were being held back, Phil by Stone and Jeff, and Eddie by Matt, Chris and Mike. She reached up and felt liquid falling down her chin, and pulled her hand away, only to examine the red liquid that was pouring from her nose. She looked at her boyfriend and noticed that his face was completely pummelled and that he probably wouldn’t be able to leave the house for a while due to his condition. She couldn’t help but be thankful towards Eddie for doing that. She looked towards him and he was breathing heavily and glaring at Phil, but as his eyes met hers, they softened and extreme guilt flooded his irises as he examined the damage done to her own face.

She felt trapped and she hated what had just happened and what had been happening for a while. It was silent in the apartment, so silent you could hear a pin drop. All of the guys were breathing heavily, with Phil looking like he was going to pass out. Interrupting the silence, Eddie grabbed his jacket that was draped across one of the sofas and stormed out the door, slamming it shut as he did. No one spoke, and tension began to fill the room once again.

“Fucking asshole.” Phil whispered under his breath, and Layla turned her whole body around to face him. This was it. He had crossed the line. No matter how much she let him dominate her, she fucking hated seeing him try to abuse others.

“NO. YOU’RE THE FUCKING ASSHOLE!” She screamed at him, and everyone in the room looked at her in shock, while her boyfriend looked at her with uncontrollable rage. He stepped towards her in a menacing way, but for once, nothing happened, as Chris and Jeff grabbed him and forced him to stay where he was. He was looking at her with a deep wrath, but for once she maintained eye contact and gave him the most hateful glare she could summon, finally standing up to him. Once she did, he started to laugh, and shrugged the guys’ hands off of him.

“What? You wanna be with that bum musician? Go on then Layls. I could have the whole of Seattle if I wanted, but for some reason I always come back to your fat ass. And you always come back to me, because you know no one will ever want you. Especially not someone like him.” He spat out at her with venom, and the rest of the guys were alert for any violence that was sure to erupt. Mike came to stand in between them.

“I’m going to say this as politely as possible, and I really hope you understand Phil.” Mike said and put his hand on Phil’s chest, pushing him back a bit and further away from Layla.

“You are going to leave my house and never come back. You are going to go home without Layla. You are never going to come near her or anyone else again, otherwise I’m sure Eddie wouldn’t mind repeating what just happened. You are going to let her move out and you are going to fuck off out of her life. And most importantly, you are going to be a worthless cunt, unlike Eddie, and you’re going to die alone.” Mike finished, and Layla’s heart swelled with love for him. Phil looked in between her and Mike, and then around the room to the rest of the guys who looked like they wanted to beat the shit out of him even more. Silently, he walked towards the door and opened it, only turning back to flash Layla a look of remorse, before he left completely. She could breathe again.

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Well what do ya’ll think about that then. What do you think is going to happen in the next chapter. Will Layla go after Phil or Eddie?

#eddie vedder #Eddie Vedder Fanfic #eddie vedder fanfiction #Pearl Jam #pearl jam fanfic #pearl jam fanfiction #grunge #grunge fanfic #grunge fanfiction #imagine #imagines #oneshot #cradle broken glass #fanfiction #fanfic #90s #soundgarden #alice in chains #nirvana

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askderryhawkins-blog · 7 years ago

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intro: eddie kasprak

hey guys! eddie here. decided to start off this whole shebang with some information about myself. read this (and these!) and send me some questions?

i’m twenty-one years old, i’m currently going to university for my basic education, and i have no idea what i want to do with my life. i’ve been thinking a lot about different majors, but i’ve decided to stay undeclared until my general ed credits are all taken care of. i go to DHU, and share a dorm on campus with my best friend Bill. (well, one of my best friends.)

this years been a little bit chaotic, between my 21st birthday, (which, in it’s defense, i can barely remember, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t exhausting) bill and i having to transfer dorms (moving all over again but only having to go up a floor? incredibly inconvenient and annoying.) and three, count em, three failed tries at the g.e. equivalency test.

i wish i could say i was doing better in regards to my education. as great as its been to live on campus with my friend and throw myself into my classes, i’ve been... disappointed with the results to say the least. i’ve been trying to remember that it’s not my fault i’m behind, and that i’ve come so far from where i was, but it’s hard not to be upset with the lack of.. i don’t know, progress? i guess i thought i’d be further along by now.

i was unable to graduate with my friends and peers when we left high school. i got sick, really sick, early our senior year, and had to take way too much time out of school. my mother... prevented me from returning, to put it lightly, and i missed pretty much an entire semester. some things went down, and long story short, i was emancipated and moved out at seventeen and ended up having to drop out of high school to avoid being stuck there as a super senior. i thank god every day for bill’s family, who so graciously took me in during that time, and who i stayed with until bill and i got our place.

since then i’ve been trying to catch up, which has been shit, but thankfully i’ve got my wonderful group of friends to help me through it. who are the highlights of my life honestly, so i’ll switch the subject to them.

i should really say more of bill beyond him just being my roommate. bill’s been my rock... basically my whole life. i’d follow him into hell, and honestly, i have. a whole group of us, as kids, fucking hell we were kids, went after this... thing that killed bill’s brother. it was the most terrifying thing i’ve ever done, but for bill, i’d do it again. i swore i’d do it again.

with us was stan, another friend i’d die for. stan is the kind of friend who just... gets you. his love is something no one should ever take for granted, i hope he doesn’t think i ever have. i’ve known him for almost as long as i’ve known bill. he’s been the best help when it comes to my education. he’s probably my favorite because he doesn’t try to kill me when i call him at 3 am asking about an essay question.

then there’s richard. my richie. i’ll probably have to make a whole other post about rich... we uh, we started out as friends, when we were young. but after everything that happened with it, well... we decided not to let fear have any more control over our lives. we’ve been together since we were fifteen. he’s a menace, i love hate him.

the four of us met ben, mike, and beverly when all of that went down and well, we haven’t let go of them since.

ben and i have always connected in a sort of unspoken way. he’s someone i can always be around and not feel pressured to be, uh, anything. he’s like the antithesis of what my home life used to be like. he’s someone who just always make me feel safe.

i don’t know what any of us ever did without mike. i used to think stan was the responsible one, but now not so much. (it’s because you’re coming out of your shell stanny, we still love ya) as much as i gripe about it in the moment, my favorite thing about mike is how protective he is of me. him and bill are pretty much my body guards.

beverly was the first girl i ever learned how to love. my mother was the only woman in my life and things with her were... difficult. she wasn’t really a great example for me so i kind of avoided girls for a long time. it also didn’t help that i figured out i was gay very quickly and uh, had no reason to care about girls. but beverly... she’s something else. she’s been such a light in my life. richie called her the sun once when he was high and it was like, the realest shit he’s ever said. she works with me at big al’s, the drive up we’re both carhops at. shifts with her are the fucking best.

when we got into uni, we met the party, and i’ve fallen in love with these guys too.

i met mike and dustin first, when they knocked on my door asking to buy some weed off of richie. i made them pizza rolls and they’ve been obsessed with me ever since. (wink) i never thought i could meet someone who matches richie’s level of wild, but dustin can go shot for shot with him. (in both the literal and bad idea sense.) mike is probably the best dm in the history of d&d, i’m kind of in awe of him.

their friends lucas and max followed soon after, and those two have been such a blessing. max is another example of that fiery power i never knew women could have. (im actually a little scared of her, to be honest, anyone who can get billy hargrove to cower is a fucking beast in my book.) lucas is also probably the reason richie and dustin haven’t died of stupidity yet, so i thank him pretty much every day for my boyfriend’s life.

then there’s will, who’s been such an amazing addition to the group. we’re so lucky to have him back, after what happened... i read about him in the news, and when he sat in my english 101 class a few years later, i just had to tell him how glad i was he was still around. now i’m even more so. i come home to him and bill spread out with their paints in our kitchen all the time; it’s one of my favorite sights.

jane came last, and with her, our little family is complete. she’s got a power from another world, honestly. it’s impossible not to be mesmerized by her. to be her friend is like, the actual cosmos loving you. she’s also the best at pranks and always takes my side against richie, so. you could say she’s my favorite.

so life’s been fairly turbulent lately but, all things considered, i’m so much happier with where i’m at now. i get to come home every day to a house that’s mine and i’m not suffocating in, i get to call the most wonderful obnoxious man mine, and i’m surrounded by the greatest friends anyone could ask for. i don’t have a lot of money, or a diploma, or a fucking car, but as long as i have my people and a roof over my head i think i’m gonna make it. though part of me is constantly afraid that its all fleeting, a palace made of sand... maybe its the residue of fear in my bones. i still have nightmares about it, all the fucking time. the physical reminders of it all are constantly around me. (when i moved in with the denbroughs, i stayed in georgies old room, which was... hard. for everyone.) though we’ve seen nothing of it or fucking bowers or anything from that time, i still worry. i guess along with my education, i should focus on worrying less.

well, that’s all i can think of right now. i’m pretty much an open book, so ask me about anything you’re curious over. i’m off work for the evening and avoiding an english paper, so send me questions i can use to procrastinate with! xD

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takaraphoenix · 7 years ago

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Phoe’s Advent Calendar: Day 1

Since this whole project started here on tumblr, it only feels right to also post it here. ;D

@comet13 - merry pre-Christmas time.

Title: Advent Calendar Project – Decorative Failure

Fandom: Shadowhunters: The Mortal Instruments

Disclaimer: All rights to the Shadowhunters show reserved to Ed Decter, the books the show is based off and its characters belong to Cassandra Clare. This fanfiction on the other hand is entirely mine. No money is made with this, though reviews are more than welcomed.

Warnings: shounen-ai, polyamory (threesome), fluff, Christmas fluff, family fluff

Main Pairing: Magnus/Alec/Jace

Shadowhunters Characters: Jonathan Christopher 'Jace' Wayland, Magnus Bane, Alexander Gideon 'Alec' Lightwood, Isabelle Sophia 'Izzy' Lightwood, Maxwell Joseph 'Max' Lightwood, Madzie

Summary: Christmas tree decorations at the loft!

Links: FFNet | AO3

Decorative Failure

Magnus was laughing cheerfully as he opened the door to the loft with a bit of magic – he didn't trust his bags not to topple over if he put them down to search for his keys and he didn't trust his boys to open the door in time. Isabelle giggled as she followed him. The two of them had just been talking about the fact that Luke got himself roped into being Santa this year for the PD's annual Christmas party. Clary had sworn an oath to take pictures for them.

"I mean, I'm sure he'll rock the costume", chuckled Isabelle fondly.

Magnus hummed in agreement. Together, they entered the loft. They had just been on a little late Christmas shopping spree – Isabelle hadn't been fully convinced about the present she got Lydia previously, while Magnus just couldn't keep from buying more presents for Madzie. After all, this would be Madzie's first Christmas with them and Magnus needed it to be perfect, he needed for Madzie to know how much Magnus wanted to shower his princess in presents and love. He had also ended up buying two more little things for his boys, but they were just like Madzie – Magnus couldn't keep himself from showering them in presents and affection.

"Hey, you're back already", noted Alec with an amused half-smile.

Putting his bags down, Magnus gladly pulled Alec into a slow, sweet kiss. Isabelle put her bags beside Magnus' and stretched, sighing relieved as she got to put the heavy bags down.

"Brace yourselves. There's a lot of pouting going on in the living room", smirked Alec.

"Pouting?", echoed Isabelle confused.

True to Alec's words, there was a lot of pouting going on in the living room. Magnus' eyebrows furrowed as he looked at the three little ducklings in a row. Jace, Max and Madzie all sat on the couch with crossed legs, arms on their knees and faces resting between their hands. All three had matching, very convincing pouts on their faces. Isabelle took a picture for blackmail.

"Darling, what happened while we were gone?", inquired Magnus, one arm around Alec's waist.

"Well... Jace and Max had this... idea. They really wanted a Christmas tree. Because for Max, Izzy and me, we put a perfect Christmas tree up the first Christmas that Jace stayed with us, and since this is Madzie's first Christmas with us, they thought it should be perfect too. Including a tree", started Alec, voice soft and clearly amused. "So, the four of us went to get a tree. And thanks to Madzie's portals, we managed to bring it here easily. And then we decorated it."

Frowning, Magnus lifted his gaze off to look past the pouty trio to find a tree. "And...?"

Alec gently grasped Magnus' arm and nudged him past the couch to see a fallen tree, with shattered balls and decorations all around it, needles having been shed and branches being broken off.

"Oh...", whispered Magnus softly. "What happened?"

"Your cats happened!", exclaimed Jace with a glare as he got off the couch. "Chairman Meow jumped onto the tree. He knocked it over!"

Magnus' face softened as he wrapped his arms around Jace's waist and pulled his blonde up into a gentle, sweet kiss to sooth him. The pout was still in place, though it had lessened a little. With his lower lip pushed forward, Jace rested his forehead against Magnus' shoulder.

"I warned them that a tree with shiny, sparkly, dangling stuff is... not a good idea when you have two dozen cats", continued Alec unfazed. "But they wouldn't listen."

"We thought since they were Magnus' cats, they might be better behaved!", argued Max.

"...They're cats. Not even magic can make a cat obey", snorted Magnus. "It's why I'm so fond of those creatures. The wild, untamable ones, too stubborn to listen to anyone."

He ran a gentle hand over Jace's cheek. "...Are you trying to tell me something here?"

"What? No, never, love", smirked Magnus, kissing Jace again.

Alec's eyes softened as he approached his boyfriends. "Think you can... fix it?"

Magnus raised one eyebrow and turned toward the tree that was being inspected by three of his cats. He'd be damned if he couldn't 'fix this' and keep it safe from the pawed menaces. While Magnus worked his magic, Alec pulled his parabatai into his arms. Jace made a whiny little sound as he snuggled up to Alec, tilting his head up in silent demand of a kiss.

"I put... wards up", stated Magnus, half-amused by that. "Not against humans. Just cats. So you can continue to decorate it now, sweeties. And Chairman and the others won't ruin your handiwork."

"Ye—es!", exclaimed Max, high-fiving Madzie as the two of them jumped off the couch.

They rushed over to the tree where a cardboard box labeled Christmas Deco stood next to. Jace huffed when Alec tightened his arms around his waist and kept him in place.

"Stupid clingy parabatai, let me go", hissed Jace. "I wanna decorate!"

Laughing softly, Alec let go of Jace. The blonde instantly bolted over to join Madzie and Max in their task of putting red and golden balls and stars and hearts up on the tree. Isabelle pushed past Magnus and Alec to also help. Magnus tilted his head curiously, a gentle smile on his lips. All the while, Alec also leaned against the back of the couch and against Magnus' side.

"I didn't expect Jace to be this enthusiastic about Christmas", whispered Magnus lowly.

"Well... he didn't get to celebrate Christmas for the first ten years of his life", replied Alec, eyes fixed on his parabatai smiling brightly at Madzie as he lifted her up high enough so she could put the golden star up on the top. "Christmas with us was the first he had. And since then, the four of us always decorated the tree together. And this... This is going to be a whole new chapter. It's our first Christmas in a relationship. And our first Christmas with Madzie."

"Are you two just going to stand there, or will you help us too?", asked Isabelle amused.

She was just uncurling golden, frilly garlands, Madzie holding up one end. The two girls worked together to apply the garlands to the tree. With a bright smile and a wave of his hand, Magnus put a bit more Christmas mood into the loft – adding pine-tree branches at various places around, putting candles up and large socks over the fireplace. Oh, he also added a fireplace. Magnus, Alec, Jace, Madzie, Max, Isabelle, Clary, Simon, Raphael, Catarina, Lydia, they all got a colorful, individual sock. Alec leaned in to peck Magnus' cheek once more before turning away.

"How about we put some of those pretty garlands over the new fireplace?", suggested Alec.

"That sounds nice", chimed Madzie pleased.

She giggled as Alec lifted her up onto his shoulders so she got to hang the garlands. Magnus all the while stepped up behind Jace, placing a feather-light kiss on the base of Jace's neck to gain his attention. Jace aimed a blinding smile at him and handed him one of the crystal balls. This was the most domestic thing Magnus had experienced in... too many years to count. But he loved it.

~*~ The End ~*~

#malace #jace wayland #alec lightwood #magnus bane #shadowhunters #christmas #fanfiction #phoe's advent calendar project 2017 #jace herondale #OTP: one soul at a time

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