#fic: a million peices

[apinchofm]

A Million Pieces

Jack meets the kindest human. He fears his base instincts taking over and harming her, but he cannot stop thinking about her.

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[fan-person-forevernever]

Please I need it. I NEED IT.

where are the remus lupin time-loop au where he has to relive october 31, 1981 and each loop he keeps trying to save james and lily only to find out he’s suppose to save sirius black

[j1mmys-darl1ng]

rubberman!kai smut perchance? as in kai having a rubber suit

ur literally my favourite fanfic writer 💙

pairing : kai anderson x reader

Warnings : p in v, rough sex, degrading, its literally kai, improper use of kool-aid, spit

A/n: aaaaah thank you 🫶🫶🫶 im really feeding yall with 2 sober fics back to back

NOT FOR MINORS COMSUMPTION! IF YOU READ FURTHER THIS IS YOUR FAULT NOT MINE!!

"look at this peice of kinky shit i found" kai huffs, throwing a latex suit onto the table your sat at, the material shining under the dim light of the lamp.

"what is it?" you ask kai gently, knowing anything can set him off.

"some fucking rubber suit, i wanna try it out" kai says blankly, cutting straight to the point.

"is it clean? Where did you even find it?" your words are hesitant, not wanting to cause him to snap.

"doesn't matter. Hop up on the table. Or do you want me to force you down instead?"

Without a second thought, you hop up on the table. His lips crash into yours imediately, his fingernails pulling so hard on your shirt that you can hear the thread begin to snap.

He practically rips your shirt off you, not breaking the aggressive kiss at all. You both discard the rest of your clothes.

Kai leaves the room momentarily with the rubber suit, leaving you to desperately roll your hips as you try to cause some sort of friction.

He soon returns, his cock standing proud as i grabs a cut and a pack of kool-aid from the kitchen. After a few more minutes of trying to get any pleasure, he returns, the cup containing kool-aid mixed with something else...

"if you wanna be such a slut then go ahead and drink it" he growls, spitting into the cup and forcing it to your lips.

You reluctantly begin to drink it, the liquid thicker than water. Then it hits you.

Without saying or doing anything, you force yourself to finish it. Placing the cup aside while your thighs rub together needily.

"please kai... I really need you" your voice pleading. You see his eyes turn dark as you call him kai.

"that's not my fuckin' name. Try again or ill leave you like this. All needy and desperate with no way to relief it."

"s-sorry... Master.." you manage to whimper out, your eyes begging for him not to leave.

"that's my good little slut" he grumbles as he tightly grips your cheeks, forcing your lips together as he drains his saliva into your mouth, leaving you no choice but to swallow it.

Without any warning, he roughly pushes your thighs appart, ramming his dick into your silky hole. Your nails dig into his shoulders, loud moans and whines slipping past your lips as his dick burries itself inside you.

Hes so deep inside you swear you can feel it nudging you stomach.

"you like that you fuckin' slut? Just taking all of me like a greedy whore aren't you? Its like you want this or some shit." he groans, his balls slapping against your ass with each aggressive thrust.

You begin to feel a knot forming, your nails begining to draw blood from his shoulders due to how hard your holding onto him.

"AGH! You fuckin' bitch!" kai yells out, slapping you across the face. This is all you need for your walls to tighten around him. This causes him to slap you again as your climax crashes down.

"did i say you could cum yet!? I dont fuckin' think so! Your gonna get punished later you filthy cum slut." his voice is still loud as he clamps a hand around your throat, not tight enough to cut off your breathing but not loose enough for you to move.

After a few more thrusts, his sticky seed paints your walls white. He practically fucks it into you, wanting to increase his chance of you having his messiah baby.

"clean yourself up. I have a meeting to get to" he huffs, quickly giving you a hesitant kiss on your nose as he speedily gets changed. You would have never expected in a million years for him to give you a kiss so it was a pleasant surprise.

Guess you'll have to wait till later to see what your punishment it.

A/n: this was a 2 day process 😭🙏. This was so fun to write because i kinda ran wild with it

Thank you so much for reading! <3

[lunchtimebedamned1997]

Velvette Skin Tone Experiment/Study

(Speedpaint and zoomed-out version under the cut :3)

Really wanting to improve my skin-tone range lately, and why not use my bbg Vel as a - well, doll (XD) here. (I made this hairstyle up on the fly btw idk if its real or plausible woops I just think it looks cute)

Gave her some melanin and skin-saturation back since everyone in Hazbin (except Vox???????? of all people???) seems to suffer from being extraordinarily pale XD

ANYWAYS!

Trying to use these random art peices as excuses to study things I wanna work on while feeding ~the brainrot(s)~

I know we barely got anything for Vel in S1 but the fandom has really made me appricate her. I saw some Vox x Vel art earlier (which you should look at oml) and it made me want to draw her again! It's been a decent while since I went off into RadioStatic land XD

I'm still planning on finishing The Locked Tomb and sharing my thoughts at some point, (and all my other things ik ppl are waiting on like my fics) I just have a lot going on IRL and I need to just ~do whatever sounds chill in the moooment~

ANYWAY (x2 lmao) here's the speedpaint:

I was trying to go for a side profile closer to her canon-one at first and I just could NOT figure out how to do it in this style lmao Happy with how the final face came out though! :D

I was also considering going more graphic and less rendered with this at first, but I really wanted to focus on the skin rendering sooooo yeah... looks like my usual half-rendered stuff bc I didn't want to spend a million years figuring out the balance of that XD

[ticklehigh-allthetime]

Losers Together

A/n: Hey guys! I haven’t wrote a tk fic in so long so bear with me please! Huskerdust has my soul literally.)

It had been a normal day in the hotel for everyone,except for Husk.

He had been standing behind the counter long in thought staring into space.

Everyone in the hotel knew about Husks deal with Alastor. They knew not to bring it up to either of them because it would make husk mad and grumpier than he already was.

The only person who could ask questions was Angel. Husk trusted Angel with everything, perhaps it was from the close bond they had with each other….. I mean to be fair Angel was the first person in hell to ever seen him cry which is reasonable because they were now dating.Husk was trying to avoid thinking about what happened to him with Alastor a while ago but he couldn’t help himself. The more he thought about it the angrier he got. For the first time in a while he started thinking and reflecting on his actions and how fucked up he was mentally. He felt tears in his eyes but blinked them away laying his head on the counter. He started to think about Angel. He couldn’t wrap his finger around why Angel liked him or even…..noticed him? He was a grumpy old cat after all, why would someone as cool as Angel want him? He sunk into to counter eventually falling asleep.

Angel eventually got home from work, today was a good day for him because Val didn’t go too far in the studio and he got off work earlier than usual. Angel was excited to see his grumpy cat lover so they could hang out, usually they never have time to hang out in the day because of Angels work schedule but thankfully today was different.

He walked up to the bar noticing Husk purring as he slept with his head on the counter.

Angel moved next to him and rubbed his ears, most of the time when Husk sleeps at the bar he’s had a bad day so Angel knew something was up.

He stayed there until Husk eventually woke up to Angel softly petting his head. “What the…..Angel? You’re back already?” His voice was raspy and deep from just waking up.

Angel smiled at him but noticed the fur by his eyelids were a bit damp hinting he was crying a bit. “Hey Husky how about we go to my room so you can get some sleep, okay?”

Husk smiled at the offer but wasn’t super tired anymore.

“I’m not that tired anymore but we can still go to your room if you want”He took a sip from his drink then throws away the bottle.

They get to Angels room and decided to watch a movie.

Angel was laying on Husk’s chest as they watched on of Angels favorite comedy movies. He looks up to Husk seeing a sour expression on his face. He pauses the movie and looks up to him. “Hey we can change the movie if you don’t like it baby, I don’t mind” Angel smiles at him softly “are you ok?” He kisses Husk’s cheek looking at him with admiration. Husk looks down at him still wondering how he got such an amazing soul in this dipshit called hell. “Yes Angel I’m fine” He mumbles softly still not acting like he was enjoying their time together.

Angel frowned, “Is it Alastor again?”

Husk ashamedly looked down. “I mean kinda? I dunno I’m just-“ He sighs looking an angel holding his chin. “I just don’t know why you stick with me all the time….im not a good person and I’m not worth your time��

Angel basically gasped. It felt like Angels heart just exploded in millions of peices. If anything Husk doesn’t deserve him. He sat up and looked at Husks solemn expression.

“Babe honestly what the fuck are you talking about?”

Husk was caught off guard and stared at him with confusion “I mean-“ Angel covered his mouth and hugged him. “You deserve the world, if I could give that to you I would.”

Husk hugged him back. He still wasn’t used to getting all that affection and admiration but he didn’t exactly hate it.

They cuddled while Angel continued spilling compliments to Husk u til he was a blushing mess.

“We’re both losers together remember?” Angel smiled at husk as he nodded. Angel was messing with Husk fur eventually brushing up against his sides.

Husk jolted and made a weird expression, he hoped Angel hadn’t noticed but it was too late. Angel smiled at him. “Dang I forgot you were so ticklish that even a tiny brush against your side makes you squirm~”

Husk blushes and grabbed Angels hand tiredly. “Don’t even think about it”

“Too late~ ‘sides you need a good laugh after today”

Soon enough Angel grabbed Husk paws and places them above his head gently tracing his fingers on his sides waiting for a reaction.

Husk didn’t was to succumb so easily and was fighting back the urge to laugh. To be honest Husk never hated when Angel would tickle him but he would never admit that to ANYONE even himself..

“Babyyyyy come onnnn it would be sooo much easier and fun if you would just let loose!” Angel giggled as he watched husk struggling not to laugh as his body twitched with every move angels fingers made.

Husk eventually let go and started laughing, his laugh started with minor chuckles but eventually got louder.

“There’s my smiley baby~” Angels fingers started getting faster and softer as he went to Husk’s ribs and soon enough his wings opened up from all the adrenaline. Angel gave husk a mischievous look.

Husk looked at him panicking while he was laughing still from the tingly sensations

“DOHAHANT YOHAHAU FUAHACKING DAHARE!”

Angel the stared tracing on his wings while leaving a set of hands on his sides still tickling.

Angel thought Husk laugh couldn’t get louder, lord he was wrong.

Husk was laughing really hard but he was also purring in between laughter. Angels whole face lit up

“Oh my god! You’re enjoying this!”

Husk blushes really hard and eventually his laughter becomes wheezes. Angels took that as a sign to stop, he let go of his paw and sat down smiling at him.

Husk was still in a fit of giggles on the floor laughing at the funny situation he got himself in.

“Sooooo you like being tickled husky?”

Husk looked at Angel still out of breath with a faint blush.

“Fuahak off….”

Angel looked at him with a grin “it’s okay I don’t judge baby” Angle rubbed Husks belly removing the ghost tickles. He started kissing husks face all over and hugging him.

“Losers together?” Angel smiles and lets go of the hug.

“Loser together” Husk pulled Angel into a kiss, afterwards they decided to head to sleep ending the evening with cuddles and a few slight tickles from Angel to Husk every few minutes. He didn’t mind though, he loved Angel so so much.

[father-spore]

is it 2 am? Yes. Am i writting a john McNamara angst fic where wilbur cross(wiggly) breaks his heart into millions of peices? Yes. Is it gay and sad? Yes

Wil it see the light of day? Nuh uh, unless plp want it its staying hidden.

[poltergeist-coffee]

so I imagine the fact forever hasn't seen brunim again after escape the hunters kinda messed him up, like he thinks maybe brunim left him behind (he didn't but forever doesn't know that). and I feel that would effect the way he sees himself, like deep down he would start thinking he wasn't enough to keep searching for

and this reflects in the wedding vows he made during his wedding ceremony with phil (before the incident)

"philza, I don't know how you love someone like me, someone not made to be loved. your are so... so perfect in every way, you, you are like prized porcelain glazed to perfect. crafted with skilled hands until no flaws are left and glazed to extenuate your beauty. displayed to be adored by all"

forever squeezed Phil's hands, swiping his thumb across the scale ring.

"while I, the shattered clay that lay forgotten at the bottom of the kiln"

phil took in a breath, taking in the state of forever. whatever vows he had had planned forgotten,

"forever, you might think you are unlovable but that can't be further from the truth." he gently took one of his hands out of forevers grasp, bringing it up to his face and guiding forever to look into his eyes. eyes that he hoped conveyed his message, "you say you are the broken peices at the bottom of the kiln, that you were made to be forgotten... but that's just not true."

phil smiled at forever

"even those broken peices were once a stunning vase, crafted with gentle hands who sought to create beauty. and though it may have been damaged it is no less beautiful than the porcelain you praise so highly." he let's the words sink in before continuing, "all it takes is the right person to find all the pieces, to love them so much they bring them back together and make them whole again, and once mended the once shattered peices will become a vase with a beauty that rivals the porcelain"

forever could feel the tears running down his cheeks, in awe of Phil's beautiful words

"I love you forever, and I will keep loving you for all eternity"

phil swipes the tears off of his face

"let me be the person to find your peices and put you back together"

-🪶

- SIREN SOUND SIREN SOUND SIREN SOUND - FEATHER ANON DROPS ANOTHER FIC JN MY JNBOX AND LEAVES MILLIONS INJURED AND BILLIONS KILLED!!!

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[morbid-rxse]

bout to go on a tangent so BUCKLE UP!!

1. adam dude i don’t even care if it’s basic no one gets adam like i get adam

2. MANDYYY!!! she’s my bbg and i wanna wrap her in a blanket, give her some warm food, kiss her forehead, and tell her everything’s gonna be ok

3. mark 😡 grrrr he’s so man, like ewww (don’t come after me hoffman stan’s i don’t even really know why i hate him sm i just do)

4. adam 😋 next question

5. ADAM OMG!! don’t make me start, oop too late, he had ways to get out of there we’ve seen one of the ways, i also just want to see how he would be after all that (fix-it fics save me)

6. was gonna say bobby cause i frogot the fucking EWW i cant even talk about it, the r@p!st/p€d0 that scene makes me sick just from everything around it..

7. chainshipping and shotgunshipping i don’t care much for coffinshipping tbh (save me doomed yuri/yaoi… doomed yuri/yaoi save me…)

8. i was definitely WAY too young to be watching these movies but my dad’s watched horror with me since i was like 3 so i probably watched these first when i was like 5? who knows they’ve almost always been apart of my life and i’m so glad i found out there’s a whole amazing fandom (i love y’all 🫶)

9. saw (2004) what can i say it’s the best one

10. SPIRAL OMG IT SUCKEDDD i couldn’t even finish it when i first watched it, the whole copy cat thing made me so mad, we don’t talk about jigsaw/spiral in this house hold (i don’t know why they made those ones so diffrent)

11. i know a lot of people dislike it, i see why, but i love aprentance lawrence (MY HUSBANDDD) i just wish it was hinted at more through the series, i really hope saw XI is more him focused and not yet another mark movie if he made it out of that bathroom

12. just gonna use this to talk about XI/XII, i cannot wait dude, i was bummed at first when i found out XI got delayed but i’m glad their putting effort in it, i can’t wait to see the traps with how good they were in X

13. XII/3D could’ve been better, (gonna be really honest here 4-6 is like a blur to me so i probably won’t talk much about those unless i get some weird hyper focus on them) but i don’t think it needs a remake, none of them do their perfect

14. shotgun carousel!! the whole vibe and “lesson” from it specifically was so interesting! it was a more agressive way of showing how picking and choosing affects people’s lives and sometimes (in this case) ending them

15. the eye vacuum EASY, like i get it’s breaking your finger at the knuckles but that’s about a million times better than your eyes getting sucked out

16. the venus fly trap, i would sit and wait for the timer to go down ain’t no way buddy, go ahead and start cutting this puzzle peice out of me

17. unfortunately no 😭 i know they aren’t the best games but i have the playthroughs saved on my yt watch later list, BUT BUT i heard there might be a new saw game coming in the future by a big studio and you bet i’ll be getting that asap, only hope it’s not another dbd copy like friday the 13th or texas chainsaw massacre (i’ll still play it)

18. definitely the plot, although i love the traps, saw III is one of my favorites for the plot

19. OMG WHOEVER MADE THIS DIE I DIDNT READ ALL OF THEM AHEAD OF TIME 😭😭

gonna add 20. cause only 19 bothers me

20. favorite reveal/ ending

i like how in saw III how it reveals that amanda was just out of frame and how everything finally got to her (my baby 😭)

this was really fun i liked thinking about all these 

Do you want to play a game? -Saw themed asks

Favorite male character

Favorite female character

Least favorite character

A character you relate to

A character you wish could have lived

A character you think deserved what they got

Do you have any ships?

How you introduced to the series

Favorite movie

Least favorite movie

Thoughts on Saw VII

Do you want an eight Saw film?

How about a remake?

Favorite trap

A trap you think you could survive

A trap that terrifies you

Have you played either of the Saw video games?

Which part of the series did you look forward to the most? More traps or more plot?

How does it feel to know that Lawrence never came back for Adam : D

[awesamcozy]

Some dnn fics are the sweetest though. but yeah that disney one shattered my heart into a million peices

Oh im sure lots of poly fics are good fluff but its rly not my thing i just wouldnt be able to stop thinking abt how unethical it iss poor sappywappy

[apinchofm]

Adow question ~ Do you currently have any plans to continue a million pieces? I’m really enjoying it so far and it’s great to see a fic centred around Jack and his happiness 🥺

I am! Promise!! I've had a bit of writer's block with it and am re plotting some parts but I will hopefully have a chapter (or two!) out this week!

[rjalker]

also, fuck the Animorphs writers for going back and retroactively making Chapman, the host, a bad person who deserves to be enslaved and tortured because apparently these fucking fuckos don’t know..................how to have good characters....that happen to be not on the side of the protagonists.

Also, that’s victim blaming. Going back in time and writing him to be a bad person who’s only reaping what he sowed? Saying he DESERVES to be a slave constantly being tortured?? That’s victim blaming.

And it completely removes all the complexity of the situation and throws it out the window. No longer is Chapman an innocent man enslaved by the enemy doing everything he can to keep his family safe. Now he’s just another asshole who’s sexist and makes fun of war veterens and ??? what???? fucking???? sells out the entire planet because......reasons??????????? and now he’s getting his just deserts. Yeah.

Victim blaming. Through and through. Also just shit writing.

Seriously.

They turned David into a villain just because they needed a reason to get rid of him (because we’ve still got to milk this series for 40+ more books! Can’t change the status quo now!!), and then they go and make Chapman into a misogynist who makes fun of war veterans and...............sells his entire species and planet?? into slavery??? FOR LITERALLY NO REASON AT ALL??? JUST BECAUSE HE’S EVIL APPARENTLY????????????????????

AND NO ONE SEES A PROBLEM WITH THIS????????????? The authors literally went back in fucking time and retconned him into a horrible person so that now that he’s a host we should laugh at him because it’s what he deserves, instead of like, actually having stakes in this series that affect innocent bystanders.

Sure.

Let’s remove all the complexities we possibly can so that the enemy is as black and white evil as possible, despite the fact that this man is a slave who’s being tortured 24/7.

Sure.

Fuck these writers.

[yup-thats-me]

Lifeline || Johnny Depp x reader

Hurt/comfort with sth along the lines of “i don't have anyone anymore.“-“you have me.“ / “ you're really all i've got.“ / “you're not doing this alone.“ 🥺 (the whole trial atm just makes me want to hold and kiss him and tell him it's all gonna be okay so bad 😭) request by @ohladymoon

warning: none. Sad johnny and whiskey

summary: when Johnny is slowly loosing hope, you remind him you're there for him

a/n: this has kind of become a blurb rather than a fic. Sorry it's posted so late also i think this is written badly. Feedbacks will be really really really appreciated (:

masterlist

"Johnny? Babe where are you?"

You had left the house when your mom called you to give you some cookies she'd made, now after an hour the house felt dead. Cold as ice. No sign of Johnny, not a single light on. It made your heart beat a bit faster.

Advancing through the numerous rooms, you finally found Johnny. He was sitting on a chair in the balcony, looking over the dark sky, a whiskey bottle by the table and a glass in his hand.

He'd been drinking. You walked upto him and knelt down beside his chair. "Johnny?" You whispered.

He turned to you. His eyes buffy, like he'd been crying. Seeing his condition, you took the glass from his and set it aside. His hand held yours as yours as you pulled his head in your chest.

"Y/n. I'm exhausted." He muttered against your skin, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

Putting your head atop his , you ran your fingers through his hair, it would always calm him. It hurt to see him scattered. A man as strong as a mountain, being this vulnerable, it made you scared.

"It's okay, baby. I'm right here." He continued to sob in your chest.

The trials were the reason for the current state of your lover. Everyday, he have to go and face the devil herself. Everyday he's forced to relive the terrifying events that broke him. A year ago, you found Johnny when no one was there for him. You gave him hope of a new life. You gave him the comfort which he so deserves. You were his shoulder to cry on, his calm in the storm.

Johnny reminds himself each day how lucky he is to have you, to hold you, to worship you. You were his. He knew even if the world would be against him, you'd be by his side, holding his hand.

But that didn't mean he wasn't allowed to feel devastated. He was fired from the franchise. Directors wouldn't offer him projects. It wasn't for the money. No he have plenty. The thing is he loves his job. He loves to make his fans happy, to act and make people see from someone else's eyes, from a character's eyes but fate wasn't by his side.

"No Y/n. I don't have anyone anymore."

The sentence made your heart break in a million peices. You knew he was hurt, it hurt you too but he was forgetting you were still here. The things he goes through, you go through that too. Whenever a hater on the internet would call him an abuser, the hurt he'd go through, you'd be hurt as much, if not more.

You pulled away from him, wiping his tears with the back of your hand. He looked at you, his black orbs have lost the bright shine in them. "You're forgetting my love, you have me."

Your words gave him the thing he needed the most. Assurance. He needed someone to tell him he was not alone.

He smiled at you for the first time since the morning. "You're really all I've got."

You continued to comfort him as he talked his heart out through out the night and you were there for him.

[avatar-of-procrastination]

LATE NIGHT TALKING

@harrysfolklore posted a wonderful insta!au series of babysitter!yn. I am absolutely in love with it and decided to write a fic based on it. Please read her fic and show it some love!

Warnings: none! Its pure fluff <3

A.N: its been so long since I posted and I apologize. Life's been a bitch. It was overwhelming but I managed to write this short fic. Hope you guys enjoy it!

(English isnt my first language. Please pardon any grammatical/spelling mistakes. Gifs not mine. Divider by @firefly-graphics)

Standing in the bustling crowd, jumping to beats of "Cherry", you were sure you reached the pinnacle point of your life. Taking the job offer to babysit your cousins kid was perhaps the best thing you did. It brought you closer to your cousin and her husband, and also introduced you to one of the sweetest person on the planet. Harry freaking Styles. 

You felt your heart warm up immensely as you saw him singing his heart out. You bobbed your head to the music and let yourself free. Harry always made you comfortable. The way he looked at you, eyes filled with utmost adoration, you were sure you'd never felt so valued before.

After the last act, you pushed your way backstage and threw yourself at him, not caring for how sweaty he was.

"You were amazing, darling." You whispered as you laced your arms around his neck. He smiled down at you and nuzzled his face into the crook of you neck. He let out a content sigh, completely relaxing in your arms. The two of you stayed in each others embrace until someone coughed from behind you and whisked Harry away to the dressing room. 

You, too, hopped into your private changing room and changed into a more comfortable outfit and met Harry by the black SUV where he was talking to Sarah and Mitch. Sarah hugged you tightly and thanked you profusely for being there for her and her son. Mitch joined in on the hug and made sure to let you know just how much they appreciated you.

You smiled shyly and waved off their compliments. Harry looked at you lovingly and snuck an arm around your waist. Sarah smirked at Harry and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"Well, we don't wanna keep the two lovebirds waiting!" She squealed before walking off with Mitch. 

You leaned further into Harry and rested your head on his shoulder. He hummed at the action and guided you into the car that awaited you. 

Once inside, Harry turned om the car and started driving. 

"You know, I've been working on a few songs." He looked at you sideways.

"Mhm!" You replied. You had seen him scribble away words on random peices of papers constantly. 

"Well, a few are dedicated to you. And I was wondering if you would want to listen to a rough draft of one?" He asked hopefully.

"Oh my!" Was all you could muster out. Dating the superlovable-dork of a Rockstar was one thing. But him writing songs about you? You were pretty sure your internal system had shut down.

"Love? Are you alright?" Harry asked, worried.

"No!! Um.. I mean, I'm fine. I..." 

"Its okay. You don't have to listen to it. Its fine."

"No, Harry. I want to. I was just shocked that you'd even consider me as a muse."

"Well, we have been dating for a while and I'm pretty sure you're the best thing that's ever happened to me. You complete me, love. In the best possible way."

"Oh, Harry" you exclaimed and kissed his cheek. He smiled happily and pressed play on the stereo.

"Things haven't been quite the same There's a haze on the horizon, babe It's only been a couple of days And I miss you, mm, yeah"

There wasn't any music. It was basically Harry humming the words, accompanied by the sound of ruffling of papers. You closed your eyes and let yourself melt into his voice. As the song came to an end, you looked over at him. He had stopped the car and was looking intently at you.

"We've been doin' all this late night talkin' 'Bout anythin' you want until the mornin' Now you're in my life I can't get you off my mind"

You were awestruck. A million emotions flooded you and all you could do was cry happy tears. Harry hugged you tightly.

"I love it so much. Its... overwhelming."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief and kissed you lovingly. You placed you hands on his cheek and deepened te kiss, coming apart to catch your breath. Harry looked into your eyes lovingly.

A security guard knocked on the window, causing you guys to jump apart. Harry scowled at the man before getting out of the car and leading you into the main halls of the local art gallery. You loved art and were waiting to get a chance to visit this one. You looked over in surprise and Harry simple smiled, nervously. He led you into the main hall which had an immaculate painting of two interlaced swans.

Gulping lightly, Harry turned towards you. 

"The song I played before? I mean every word of it, babe. I'd follow you to the ends of the world, without blinking an eye. Everyday I constantly find myself doing stuff to see you smile. Its the most precious thing in the world. I'll help you through all the highs and lows of your life if you'd let me. Would you, the love of my life, make me the most damn luckiest man in the world and marry me?" He bent down on one knee and opened a small black velvet box, with the most beautiful ring you'd ever seen.

You were ecstatic at the act. Your mind went on overdrive and you found yourself imagining a life with Harry as your husband. You nodded excitedly, unable to form coherent words, tears streaming down your face. Harry slipped the ring into your finger and kissed you passionately. Pulling apart, you saw tears in his eyes.

"Here's to more late night takings"

[stanelyurisisaliveandwell]

The ones we leave behind (platonic!Hank MCcoy x reader)

Okay so this is my first EVER fic... okee

Summary: Y/N basically has the same powers as wanda maximoff. She was part of the original Xmen (first class). At there time she is only 14 while they were all like 17-18(i tried to research their age but it was really confusing). Umm... this will take place during days of future past a short while before Logan comes and i will kinda be bending time and shortening thew length between events.. idk

Warnings?: idk angst? language?

Y/n sighed. She could take the silence most nights but something about tonight was different. Its not like sleep came easy to her, she had always struggled with sleep. She was was sleeping in Raven’s old room, wrapped in one of Alex’s old shirts that fit her like a night gown. Growing up on the streets, Y/n learned that it was better to stay awake at night in order to avoid getting hurt. Eventually her eyelids drooped and she was pulled into a very light sleep.

The nukes were charging at them full speed. Y/n stared in horror as they got closer and closer. It wasn’t the kind of problem you could run from, hell even if it was, her feet were stuck to the floor. She was quickly pulled out of her daze by the feeling of being pushed backwards. She looked up to see that Raven, Sean, Hank and Alex now surrounded her. They all had seen her there, crumpled on the ground, her battery had been drained from the battle and they dove in front of her.

Y/n jolted wake again. Drenched in sweat. Whenever she closed her eyes she was haunted by that beach. The feeling of death looking down on all of them, ready to strike. She looked at the portrait of them on her bedside table, their smiling faces serving as a reminder of the hole they left behind them. She couldn’t take it any more.

Cold air hit her face as she wandered onto the grounds. What had once been a beautiful garden was now a desolate weed infested patch of land.She felt a tear roll down her cheek, nothing had been the same after Cuba. Raven, Sean, and Alex were all gone. And Charles.... Charles couldn’t even look her in the eye. To be honest, she was almost disgusted by him. The man who had been her father figure to her was gone. Replaced by an empty shell of an addict. She was still young but she could see the ruin that had become of him. 

“Hey,”

It was Hank, the only person she had left nowadays.

“Hey yourself”

“Did it happen again?”

“Yeah...”

Hanks face contorted with concern. The poor kid, he had always seen her as like a little sister... They all had. She was only 13 in Cuba. She was only 13 when her life nearly ended. They had all stepped in front of her that day, Haank didn’t know where they were tonight, but he could speak with confidence that they would all do it again in a heart beat.

“How bad?”

“The normal, you know..” Her voice trailed off before she took a deep breath to recollect herself.”I was on the beach again and I couldn’t move. But this time i was alone. I was the only one on that beach and the nukes got to me. and.. and I couldn’t move!” She choked on her words, finally collapsing into Hank’s her brothers arms.

They sat there for a while. Hank stroked her back and whispered calming words into her hair that they both knew were lies.

Finally she sat up. Hank gulped, he already knew what she was about to ask. It never changed.

Drying her eyes she looked up at Hank with those big eyes he could never say no to and asked those damned words  “Any new news?”Hank could almost say it with her at this point.

He shook his head.

“FUCK!”

Hank looked down in suprise. It had been over a year and the girl had never broken down. What he saw when he looked down broke his heart even more. He saw a broken girl, almost completley different from the young teen he had met a few years ago. 

“FUCK! Ugh!”

An old flower pot lifted into the air and smashed against a wall a few feet away from their heads as she continued to scream. It had been so long since had seen her use her power, he was in awe all over again.

“shit!shit! shit! GODAMMIT!” 

Another pot hit the wall.

“Hey! Y/n stop! Y/n/n hey.”

Hank pulled her into his chest while she writhed, trying to break free.

“Shhh.. y/n/n. Its okay. calm down-”

“NO!”

She finally broke free sending Hank (and several pots) flying into the wall.

“NO! I’m sick of pretending like its okay!”

“Y/n-”

“Pretending like they are all out there living their normal lives! Pretending like they didn’t just disapear!”

“Y/n/n”

“You think that I don’t see the way he (*Charles*) is practically gone at this point!? How he never even comes out of his room?! How YOU scurry around fufilling every one of his orders! Providing him with that... that... THAT DRUG thats DESTROYING him! Destroying us!”

Y/n was in the air now, red vines of light surrounded her and her eyes went form their normal y/e/c to a glowing ruby red. Tears were streaming down her face at a rapid pace and the old shirt billowed in the cool night wind. Hank watched in horror and despair as the little girl he had once knew broke into a million peices before his eyes.

“You know every night I try to reach out to them...” She faltered,  sinking a little closer to the ground. Finally she was able to choke out the rest of her sentence, “ Alex and Sean”

“And do you know what I hear every time?” She was barely whispering.

Hank leaned foward, hanging onto every word that came out of the broken girls mouth.

“screams”

“oh god...” Hank’s stomache dropped

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I kinda hate this ending but idk how else to end it sorry. :(

[kinglivv]

Hi just to say I truly love your work and if requests are still open this is one, if not just take it as an admirer telling you how much they love your work.  So the reader has had a ‘troubled’ past and one day while in the TARDIS with the master and he’s angry or something and hitting things and throwing things and he makes the reader flinch. (Not that he would hurt her ) I know that gonna be a fair bit of angst, end it however you want x 

Flinch

Dhawan!Master X Reader

Summary: The Master unintentionally scares the reader, leading to them slightly opening up and The Master reassuring them.

Warnings: Implied abusive past

A/N: This was a really quick fic which I only proof read once so sorry if it's shite

The Master got angry sometimes - you'd known that before you'd even started travelling with him. He'd never lay a finger on you, of course - he loved you far to much to ever so much as leave a mark on your skin (unless you wanted him to), but still, he had a temper.

Most of the time it didn't bother you - you'd just wait for him to get it out of his system and move on. Despite this though, ever so often, when his temper flared, you couldn't help but be slightly aprehensive and anxious.

He doesn't know this. Whenever he's angry or throwing some sort of temper tantrum, he's too caught up in himself to notice you. That works fine - you'd rather deal with you inner demons by yourself without having to talk to him about them.

He thunders into the console room one night, and you can tell he's properly angry. His latest plan has just fallen to peices, courtesy of The Doctor of course, and the planet he was hoping to take over is now very much out of reach.

"Bloody Doctor." He hisses as he marches up to the console and begins to turn dials and switches. You simply watch on from your chair where you had been reading your book.

"Always fucking up everything!" He thumbs his fist on the console making sparks fly and you jump instinctively.

He continues his angry monologue, cursing and spitting explicatives, storming around the room doing this and that. You curl further in on yourself, hoping he isn't going to punch anything again.

He does worse though, and angrily lashes out, knocking some ornament to the floor where it smashes into a million different pieces. You can't help the squeak of fear escape you as you practically jump out of your skin and tears form in your eyes.

The noise you make seems to pull him back to the present, and he looks to you, anger changing to worry in his face when he sees how shaken up you are. He rushes over to you, grabbing your hands and kneeling so he's level with you.

"Y/N, are you all right?" He asks, concerned. "Are you hurt?"

"No, no," You try to keep your voice level, but its not really working.

"What is it?"

"You-" You stutter. "Just you're shouting and smashing stuff..."

He looks at you confused. "Y/N, you've seen me do much worse than that."

"I know," You shift uncomfortably in your chair. "It just scared me a bit."

His hand goes to your cheek as he stares up at you, sadness painting his face. He never wants you to be scared of him - other people sure. He loves to strike fear into the hearts of his enemies and those lower than him, but never, ever you. The idea makes his stomach churn and curl horribly.

"You should have said something, love," He says softly, wiping a tear away with the pad of his thumb. "I never want you to be afraid of me."

"I know, I know, I just..." You bite your lip. "There were some not so nice people in my life a few years back."

He squeezes your hand, signalling for you to continue.

"They would get angry with me a lot and violent, you know. Because of that I sometimes I get a bit nervous when people shout or get loud..." You shrug, trailing off, getting the point across that you didn't really want to talk about it.

"I will never, ever hurt you like they did, okay?" He tells you. "If anyone hurts you like that again, I'll kill them slowly and painfully."

You smirk. That sounds like The Master.

"And you can talk to me, you know?" He continues. "If something's bothering you, or it's too much for you you can tell me."

That sounds less like The Master, but you nod silently, surprised, and he tilts up to press a soft kiss to your lips.

"I'll never be angry with you." He promises. "I will only ever be angry with you if you die. And that isn't going to happen, so you have nothing to worry about."

You huff, laughing. Feeling much more relaxed now, you lean back down to kiss him.

[jetcat-14]

1, 2, 4, 7, 8, 12, 15?

1. My reading Comfort zone- Mostly TV and Movies I have written Video Games before been a couple of Years. Was working on a The Last of Us but never finished it.

2.A Trope I would like to Write for- I my sound basic when I say this but a Coffee Shop Trope at least once with either Sketchbook or Lumity.

4. How many fic Idea's are you nurturing? And would you like to share- I always have Idea's going on in my head. I am working on 3 Hilda Fanfictions 2 Sketchbook and a Frilda. Also 2 The Owl House a Lumity and a The Owl Characters x Reader.

Also my Story could the 7th Heaven Which is more put into an outline of the story becouse of how long it is.

7. What is Your favorite peice of Prose You have Writen- (But something about its eyes as they got closer had something familiar to them as if she has looked into them a million times. “Kasia’, Johanna Said.

Kaisa reacted by moving her large paws to cover her face, shameful of what she looked like. Johanna stood up but almost lost her balance as she stood she gripped on the tree her hand went against the cravings  in the tree. “You brought me to our tree Kaisa”, Johanna started looking at Kaisa who still had her face covered. 

The tree they sat by was the spot Kaisa confused her feelings to Johanna. After that with a pocket knife she kept on her, Johanna carved their initials into the tree right where they shared their first kiss. 

Johanna who could stand up straight made her way to Kaisa a hand out before her as she slowly walked forward. “Kaisa please move your hands from your face”, Johanna said trying to calm Kaisa who was scared of Johanna hating the way she looked. 

Johanna placed her hands on her hips. “Kai please’.

Kaisa Lowered her paws and looked at Johanna who stood only feet away. Johanna placed one of her hands out Kaisa moved her head to where it was right beside Johanna's hand slowly resting into it.)

Here is a part of it but the Whole Scene in my Sketchbook Fanfiction where Johanna and Kaisa have a moment in the scene where Johanna sees Kaisa for the first time in her cursed form. It was the first Scene I wrote of the chapter.

8. Favorite Dialogue I have Written. (Johanna pulled up Kaisa who grabs onto the window and pulls herself in. “Jo can we find an easier way to get me up here”. 

���Tell my parents you are not trouble and that you are really a good person”.

“You know that won’t happen here. Your family is to suck in their ways”.

“Kai likes us dating. I could not ever change their mind about that if they know”. 

Johanna made eye contact with Kaisa. “Kai I think The Witch Portal is after……”, Johanna stopped mid sentence. 

“Jo I know and I won’t let anything happen to you two”,. 

Kaisa placed a hand on Johanna's stomach. 

“I am only two Mounths Kaisa I can still help”.

“No I can not lose you or the baby, I have to get better at magic in hopes to protect you two”.)

This whole Scene of Kaisa and Johanna Talking about Johanna parents and then to the Baby I love writhing there scenes.

12. What Episode Inspires you- Hilda Episodes would have to be any Episode with Kaisa and any of Johanna being a Badass Mom. And any scene Hilda is being selfless.

And for The Owl House any Lumity Scene.

And for my Original work it would be any Superhero Movie.

15. If I could Which of my fics would I want filmed. It's a Three way tie.

My Queen of The Underworld Fanfiction I am working on , The Curse and Kaisa and The 7th Heaven which is my superhero who in a way is a OC as it has been wrote into Movies and Cartoon But has its own Back story.