#fic: loneliness into loneliness

[altschmerzes]

loneliness into loneliness

the ted lasso qpr two aces fic (finally)

Both of Richmond’s aces are injured one after the other, both out of the game for at least six weeks. Left adrift without their routine and team community around them, and struggling with daily life while each down a limb, they decide the thing that makes the most sense is for Jamie to come stay with Dani for a while. The company is just as important as the practical help, and what begins as an already close friendship grows deeper and closer over the following weeks. When they’re healed enough that it’s time for Jamie to head home, he realizes, suddenly and all at once, that he doesn’t want to leave. They have something, he and Dani, and he doesn’t want to lose it, which means that he has to do one of the most terrifying things that he’s ever done: give it a name and ask to keep it. -- A fic about Jamie and Dani in the early days of a queerplatonic relationship, navigating deep-seated fears on both sides, the uncharted shape of platonic physical intimacy, taking care of each other as they recover from their injuries, and scary levels of emotional honesty.

read chapter one on ao3

[dapper-lil-arts]

Darlings. is it gay when the phantom you created as a manifestation of your dreadfull loneliness takes the form of one of your closest friends.

Fanart of this pretty good horror rarijack fanfic, "The haunting of carroussel boutique" personaly i am surprised the writer didnt take the chance to point out how fucking funny this is. Me n kim started laughing about it during stream and i just had to draw this

[cravingblood]

emptiness is a closet full of your old clothes

⟢ caleb (xia yizhou) x reader

⟢ tags - 18+, angst, grieving, codependency, oral (f!receiving), hurt/no comfort, crybaby reader, she’s just very sad and wants caleb to eat her so she’ll never have to miss him again sorry

⟢ wc - 2k

a/n - couldn’t stop thinking about the what ifs for if caleb hadn’t died via explosion and she kept living in their house after his death my brain spat this little drabble out in like an hour im no shakespeare they just make me so crazy

ao3 link + song inspo

The word home doesn’t fit quite right in your mouth.

It’s technically true, there’s a roof over your head and food in your belly. Everything is just as they left it- like he left it. Precious photographs hanging on the walls with smiles plastered on your faces, now leaving a bitter taste in your mouth every time you look at them. You’ve considered taking them down, but living without his eyes on you makes you question if you even exist at all sometimes.

You’re surrounded by all your most beloved memories, all your trinkets and pieces of nostalgia hidden away in boxes collecting dust in the attic. It should be comforting. Having tangible pieces of your loved ones shouldn’t make you feel this sick. Painful reminders you can’t bear to part with. The house is cold, empty, lacks familiarity. You're a stranger to these walls now. Who did this belong to? Who does it belong to now?

He was here, he’s always been here, he’s still here.

He haunts every corner of this house.

It hurts to exist in this space, to exist in a world he once loved you in. Everything feels shifted, off. Wrong. Your friends do their best with you, offer support. It’s sweet and guilt eats at you every time you turn them down. Determination to pick yourself up and rely on nobody else outweighs everything. It’s a routine you’re forced into. A routine you have to get used to, have to accept. You make sorry attempts at recreating the meals he so diligently insisted on making you everyday.

(“If you can’t decide I’m happy to do it for you. There’s a whole recipe books worth I’ve memorized up here over the years.” He says tapping his temple.

“You have an early morning, don’t worry about me.”

As expected, your timid refusal is quickly dismissed. “It’s my job to worry about you, and when have I ever been too tired to take proper care of you?” He raises an eyebrow. “If I walk out this door right now you’ll stuff yourself with something sweet and wonder why you’re not feeling well later, no?”

You smile despite yourself and sheepishly avert your gaze. “….at least let me help you.”)

You do laundry and inhale the faint smell of detergent still clinging to his old clothes. Cedarwood, citrus, and sweat. The scent makes you dizzy; it hugs you, comforts you, chokes you. You can taste it on your tongue. Temptation tugging at you to bury yourself in it until his scent sticks to you forever. Until it's yours.

The burning in your lower belly brings crushing shame as you deeply inhale his t-shirt. You yearn to breathe the hot hair he exhales into your mouth, lick the sweat that drips down his neck. Zero in on every sensation he evokes by simply existing in the same space as you again.

("Come here."

“Huh?” His sudden assertion pulls your attention away from your own workout.

He beams at you and immediately starts to get in position. “Come sit on my back while I finish this set of pushups.” You send him a confused looks and he grins, "Don't give me that look, I won't drop you now c'mon!"

You exhale a half hearted chide, “You’re so weird," standing and making your way over to him regardless.

The heat of his body seeps into every part of you that’s touching him. Feeling the movement of his muscles shift underneath you, steadily working both of you up and down with impressive ease. Beads of sweat start to drip down his face. Your mouth immediately dries up. You chew your bottom lip, silently chastising yourself for your body's automatic reaction to such a simple sight.

“Don’t be so tense. I’ve got you, promise,” he chuckles between breaths.

He’s so strong, so sturdy; for himself, for he people he loves, for you. Always willing be your pillar and the shoulder you shed your tears on.

You internally pray that your sudden fidgeting was perceived simply an effort to keep yourself upright. The grunts escaping his mouth rumble beneath you, tying knots in your stomach. His groaning sends tingles down your spine and thrusts your imagination back to long suppressed desires. That strength could leave bruises you’d beg for every night in the hopes they stay imprinted on you forever.)

Suffocating silence greets you as you brace yourself and enter his room. The whole world is too quiet without him. Full of cold silence without the sound of his heartbeat against your ear. You make your way over and allow yourself to sink into and be enveloped by the comfort of his still unmade bed. To feel the soft caress of his cotton sheets. A cheap substitute for kind arms. Cold duvet wrapped around you. The closest thing you’ll ever get to being held by him again.

The burning in the back of your eyes matches the one tearing up your insides, skin prickling from the desire blooming in your lower belly.

It’s wrong. It’s depraved to fantasize about him this way. Shameless in your wanting, allowing mourning to warp into a gaping hunger you know will never be satisfied.

The images are so vivid. Purple on your neck. Flesh between his teeth. Prey willingly baring it’s neck in surrender. You'd willingly bleed for the loving hands holding the handle of the gun. The taste of iron fills your mouth as you bite your tongue. Fruitlessly attempting to will away the sick, sharp arousal permeating your body.

(“Look at me, baby. What’re these tears for hm?”

You love him like this- clear adoration in his eyes, palpable possession in the firm yet gentle way he pulls you closer. His hand softly tips your chin up and meets your glassy stare.

“Nothing. I just miss you. All the time. Even when you’re right here in front of me.”

He kisses your temple, moves lower to the tears leaking out of the corner of your eye. You feel his lips move against you as he whispers, “I know the feeling all too well.” A gentle hand caresses your cheek, roams down to your neck. He squeezes your nape and brings you impossibly closer, angles his face down to meet you in an achingly tender kiss.

“I’m not going anywhere. There isn’t a force in this universe strong enough to tear me away from you. Not even you.”

“Liar,” you hiccup.

“You are so, so beautiful like this.” Hungry. Lonely. A rabbit without it's wolf. A lamb without it's butcher. Miserable prey seeking it's matching pair of canines.

You’re both selfish, selfish creatures.

You want to claw at him. Etch yourself into his skin, his body; and live there forever. Nestled in between his ribs where the soothing beat of his heart lulls you to sleep every night. Until you’re indistinguishable from one another, inseparable. Two souls housed in one body.

A sob wracks your body as you reach for him and crash your lips together once more. Unable to control the trembling in your voice when you pull back, and a soft whimper escapes, “You’re mine, you know that?”

“I always have been.”

He picks you up and smoothly maneuvers you both to the bed. His hand cushions the back of your head as it meets the pillow, the tension eases in your body as he follows suit and sinks his full weight on top of you. He presses a deep kiss to your lips and sighs softly. You’re immediately pawing at him- reaching around his neck and chasing his lips with a whine every time he pulls away. Urging him to you, inside you. Closer, closer, closer.

He senses your impatience and lets his soft tongue gently slip into your mouth. You let out a small moan the moment his taste hits your tongue. Moving between soft pecks to deep kisses; oxygen is trivial, you would let him steal every breath left in your lungs. You melt beneath him, scratch lines into his back. Desire born of desperation. Mindless and ravenous, you imagine him swallowing you whole.

“Closer, please- need you.”

You almost regret those words the second they come out as he moves away- until he starts tearing apart every layer separating you both. A thick haze begins to settle in your mind as his hands return right where they belong. His tongue and lips descend on you and begin to follow a line down your middle, slowly teasing you as he finally reaches the damp fabric of your underwear.

He presses a featherlight kiss below your navel and looks up at you with flushed cheeks and stars in his eyes. “Precious girl. What am I gonna do with you?”

“Anything you want,” you rasped. “Anything.”

“You wouldn’t say that if you knew half of the things I’ve fantasized about doing to you,” he murmured. “You're the most important person in my life. They scare me sometimes.”

You shake your head. “I belong to you. Use me as you see fit, tear me apart,” you beg. “Nothing you do could ever scare me.”

“You ruin me, angel.”

He hides a conflicted expression by lowering his head again. You tremble as he licks a firm stripe up the fabric of your underwear. He kisses right where you’re pulsing. Breathes where you’re empty and toys with you until the cotton is completely soaked through. The heat is unbearable, fingers find his hair and you roughly tug.

“No more."

He kindly grins, condescending tone dripping from his voice, “That’s not the way to get what you want,” he turns and kisses the inside of your thigh. “You’re my good girl, so ask again. Nicely.” Another kiss then a sharp pain that shoots right to your clit; flesh pinched between his teeth. A warning.

“Please.” Tears are forming anew in your eyes. “I want it. Please, please. Can’t wait anymore.”

You flinch as the unexpected sound of ripping fabric reaches your ears. His grip tightens as tosses your legs over his shoulders and manhandles you closer to him. The sensation of his tongue sends as sharp jolt of electricity through your whole body as he laps tenderly at your skin. Licking teasing strokes up and down your slit before suckling hard onto your clit. Pressing into hard. Kissing away the ache.

It punches the air from your lungs and sends your back arching off the bed. You attempt to squirm but Caleb is faster than you, fixing you with a bruising grip as he anchors your hips down onto the bed.

You’ve never known complete ecstasy like this; and you never will, not unless Caleb is the one giving it to you.

He moans against you as he begins eating your cunt with the fervor of a starved animal. Prodding his tongue at your entrance, creating an obscene mix of saliva and slick. He drinks it all in, drinks you in. Drowns himself in your body, works your pleasure as you let out choked sobs and urge him in as far as he’s willing to go.

He’s merciless as he steadily brings his fingers to your entrance, softly opening your body to him. Carving himself into your heat, feeling you flutter around him like a wild heartbeat. Tasting you with ardent fervor and working a steady rhythm that sends your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

You know you can only endure the merciless torture for so long, as the pressure begins to crest. You reluctantly chase the feeling, desperate for release, and already mourning the loss of his touch.

The force of your orgasm shatters you completely. He holds you through it all as the shock waves make it's way from the top of your head to the tip of your toes. Pleasant fog settles back in your mind, as you faintly recall the feeling of Caleb’s warmth momentarily shifting as he brings your lips together to feed you the taste of the two of you. You feel his murmured words against your lips, trembling with barely concealed emotion. Reverence you feel down to your bones.

“Precious, I’ll come home to you every time. No more tears.”)

Cold sweat and tears soak the sheets that once held the both of you as you dreamt. His bed was going to be your tomb.

[burberrycanary]

End of Year Stucky Picks #1

Stucky as a fandom is lucky to have a lot of classics and I rediscovered some old favorites this year!

Title: Malibu

Author: glitteratiglue​​ / @glitteratiglue

Summary:

Steve believes Bucky is dead for exactly a week. Then he doesn't.

(AU where Steve rescues Bucky before Hydra can turn him into the Winter Soldier. They get to go home from the war, but that's only the start.)

—

Part of what fascinates me about Steve and Bucky's story is that there are no possible endings that are entirely happy, not in their original time and not in our own. It's a maddening puzzle. But this story comes close, giving them an earned, authentic ending where they find some peace and each other. The author has a deft touch with period details and the mid-century Californian setting does some effective work here. And, look, let's be honest: I'm a sucker for Steve pining. But I'm even more of a sucker for stories that make both Steve and Bucky complicated, interesting people who, while mutually devoted, have lives outside of the other. - B.

Art: Eve McBride, Hollywood Beach Broadwalk

[urfavcrime]

dsmp is still SO insane to me. still not completely convinced it wasn't a social experiment. it is something that can never be replicated again due to the really specific circumstances that attributed to it's creation and popularity

[desertfangs]

Christmas Carol scenario where Marius opts to remain at Court over the holidays while most of the other Coven members travel and take vacations because "someone in charge has to stay behind in case," despite basically everyone begging him to take a break. So finally one night, rattling around alone in an empty part of the Chateau, he imagines being visited by 3 ghosts, who show him Christmases past (without Pandora, without Amadeo, without Bianca), Christmas Present (Armand, Daniel, Louis, and Lestat celebrating at Trinity Gate, Bianca and Jesse at Maharet's old compound, Pandora off traveling, etc) and Christmas Future: Marius alone in the Chateau watching over it alone, everyone gone, the castle starting to crumble in a way that feels far too reminiscent of him being in the shrine with the parents alone.

So he flies to Trinity Gate the next night, bringing lots of gifts and even manages not to comment on how silly he finds the practice of Christmas trees, and everyone is thrilled to have him there.

[duncanor]

Viktor probably knew Jinx was the one who originally killed him (he can see through his followers memories), yet he still asked her to be part of his commune.. Despite her fuck ups..she was still welcomed.

[altschmerzes]

🌹 anything related to being aro?

oh i love this one in particular. here's a clip from loneliness into loneliness, the two aces qpr fic, from the scene where jamie is basically asking dani to be in a qpr with him, though he doesn't use that specific word.

...

“I keep thinking that I just… I don’t want things to go back to the way they were before we got hurt,” he says. There’s a muffling static in his ears and his chest is tight. “You’re… You’re one of my very best friends, one of the best I’ve ever had, but I think I might want you to be more than that? Or, not more, more’s not it, just- different. I want to be something different.” It’s a weird and embarrassing thing to say and Jamie can feel his face heat up. He’s sure his cheeks and the tops of his ears and his neck are flaming red right now. This was a bad idea, he’s fucking this up, he’s just—

Dani doesn’t react like he’s said something insane. Instead, he just tilts his head to the side and is quiet for a moment. Then: “I thought you didn’t do that sort of thing?” he asks. “When you explained to us that you were aromantic,” he pronounces it carefully, an unfamiliar word he had learned because someone close to him had asked him to but that he still wasn’t quite sure he was using correctly, “you said it meant that you didn’t want to date?”

There’s another lurch in Jamie’s chest, another spike of cold fear down his spine. Of course Dani thinks that’s what he’s asking. How could he think it was anything else? This isn’t— Jamie doesn’t know how to do this. Nobody ever showed him how, it weren’t like there were movies or pop songs about this sort of shit. There’s never a part of the story where one person says to another I want to do most of the things people think of when they think about dating with you but not in a dating way. Maybe that’s a sign he shouldn’t be getting his interpersonal advice from stories, but it’s not like he’d ever seen anyone he knew do that either, so regardless he’s shit out of luck. “Oh, I mean, I don’t— It’s not— It’s not like that, it’s like…” Fuck, why did he think he could do this? Jamie’s chest feels all weird and narrow still, and he half wants to say never mind and hope they could both forget the whole thing. Except… Except that he still fucking wants this, don’t he? That’s the kicker. He still wants this, and apparently he wants it bad enough to try to figure out how to ask for it, even if he looks insane or stupid in the process. “It’s not like I’ve got those kinds of feelings for you or for anyone but there are like… There’s other kinds of relationships, I think. I’ve been reading more, right, and I think it’s possible to be together without… being together if that makes sense. I don’t know how to explain this.” As Jamie talks himself in circles, Dani is still watching him with curious, attentive eyes, and he doesn’t look like he hates what he’s hearing. What Jamie is saying doesn’t seem to be making him want to get up and run, or shut the conversation down, or… Or anything else, really. He’s just listening, waiting for what’s coming next. This is just encouraging enough that Jamie goes on in a sudden rush, the words nearly tripping over each other on the way out. “I mean, only if you think you’re interested in that sort of thing, I just— The way things have been since I came to stay here is like— I think this is the happiest I’ve ever been, in a weird sort of way.” It feels like something Jamie wasn’t supposed to admit, even though it’s true. He heaves a short, hard breath and knots his fingers together, hoping he’s making at least some kind of sense. Even if he isn’t, he has to keep talking. If he doesn’t “Here, with you. Living with you, being with you all the time, doing, just. Doing life together with you. Sleeping with you.” Jamie cringes at the way it sounds, and says, “I mean, not like, I mean— you know what I mean.”

[becauseplot]

Don't Kill Me (Just Help Me Run Away)

Alright, now. Words. How does Kaiser do this. “Hey. It’s uh, it’s me. You…gave me your number about a week back? Said to call if ‘anything comes up.’ Remember?” There is pause, and then a long hum on the other end of the line. “Ahh, yeah, I remember,” Thiago replies, tone knowing. He yawns. “Good morning, man. How are you?” “Uh. Bad.”

Or, Kaiser is an occultist acting as an informant to Equipe E for a case involving a group known as "Isentropic". One night, trouble comes for him, and Kaiser finds himself stumbling around, cold, gravely wounded, and all out of options... Except for a number he can call.

Kaiser---used to operating entirely on his own---is not thrilled to make this phone call.

Liz---used to looking at occultists through the sight of a gun---is not thrilled that Thiago received this phone call.

And Thiago? Thiago is just trying to trust his gut and keep the peace.

(OR or, Thiago Come Pick Me Up I'm Scared: The Fic)

Takes place after the events of OSNF in an AU where everyone on the team survives, and before the events of OPD.

Reblogs always appreciated! Happy reading! :D

Relationships: Kaiser & Thiago, Liz & Thiago (I think Lizago is just a requirement for my Ordem fics now. I made them roommates in this one because I think it's funny and self-indulgent AU is self-indulgent.)

Characters: Kaiser, Liz, Thiago

No Archive Warnings Apply! I do recommend heeding the Ao3 tags, though, as always.

Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Torture, Head Injury, Blood Loss, Blood and Injury, First Aid, Whump (basically), Hurt/Comfort, Trust, Body Horror (very brief mention), no beta we die like those assholes off screen

[haerieee]

{ ᵏᵃʳᵐᵃ ʰᵃᵗᵉˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʷʰʸ, ᵗᵘʳⁿˢ ᵒᵘᵗ ʰᵉ ʰᵃˢ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᶠᵃˡˡᵉⁿ ⁱⁿ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒⁿᵉ ˢᵒ ʰᵃʳᵈ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ }

y/n stared confused and a little annoyed at her seatmate who refused to take part in their paired project.

"nah, im tired"

"but we have to finish this"

"yea yea just do your part then send it to me, i'll do it at home"

karma rested his head in his arms on the table, facing away from her. seriously what did y/n even do? all she did was become his seatmate by luck and occasionally ask him math questions because he's smart. so why did he have to be so hostile?

"okay.."

he made y/n so uncomfortable. She admits she did have a crush on the redhead but has said nothing and done nothing to him about it, making his coldness much harsher on her.

-

during their pe lessons, karasuma made seatmates partner up to spar with each other.

y/n glanced at karma, and he glanced back before looking away and walking out of the field to skip the class.

"did both of you get into an argument?"

nagisa asked, knowing his friend was not the type to be so cold to someone without a reason. sure karma can be unfriendly and aggressive to people, but it was to those who did or said something bad.

"no he just hates me for breathing"

y/n sighs and rolls her eyes before asking if she could spar with another person.

-

"why would you pull that off?!"

karma is angry, but y/n was confused, was he angry at her for trying to defend their group when they got attacked by students who are much bigger and older than them? or did he have some grand plan and she fucked it up?

"akabane i-"

"what if you got seriously hurt? you wouldn't even stand a chance against those guys!"

he gripped your shoulders tightly.

"then what should i have done? you were getting kicked!"

you smacked his hands away and got up, brushing the dirt off your skirt. you looked over to your elbow which got scrapped when the students shoved you and winced a little at the pain.

"you're really a fucking idiot you know that."

karma held your arm to look at your wound, then poured water to disinfect it. y/n took the bottle out of his hand and stepped back.

"i can do it by myself, after all, you don't want to waste your time with a fucking idiot you hate."

karma was stunned, he knew he was an ass to her these past few weeks but she thought he hated her?

"what are you even saying y/n, since when have i hated you?"

y/n looked at karma incredulously

"don't give me that bullshit, you were so cold to me when i did nothing to you."

he was cold to her he knows, he was trying to avoid her. why? because he felt something with her, something foreign, fuzzy and warm. whenever he was with her his heart would like someone squeezed the life out of it. it was so annoying but he was always addicted, so he avoided her to stop what he was feeling.

karma sighed, "i don't hate you. really. its just,,"

he looks away ashamed of how vulnerable he is now in front of her. he combs his hair back with his hands in frustration and also to hide his red face.

"just?"

y/n hoped for a suitable answer as to why he had shunned her this whole time because it really did hurt her quite a lot.

"i feel something with you, its so weird, i don't like it."

karma says, eyes never looking at the girl in front of him. he couldn't bear to see what expression he had on her face, it would truly kill his heart.

"it's...ah you know what never mind."

he tries to control the damage that's done, he thinks that anymore he says, y/n would never want to see him again. y/n grabs the hem of his black jacket to stop him from avoiding her, something she should have done all along.

"no, karma, what feelings do you have with me. don't try to run away again"

y/n gripped tightly, feeling like if she let go he would be gone for real this time. she calls out his first name for the first time showing how desperate she was.

"i really really like you. alot."

ah. he did it, he admitted his feelings. it's done, whatever relationship they had is gone now.

"what? is that why you acted like that?"

oh my, karma is so fucking cute, y/n thought seeing his face flush even redder

"so annoying, i can't believe i feel so weak when i'm with you. i can't even fight properly. i can't even focus on anything in class."

karma kept trying to hate how he feels, perhaps its because he never knew what it was like to give love since his parents were always either overseas or at work.

"annoying? you are so stupid. you liked me for a month and you found it annoying, i liked you for 6 months you ass!"

y/n smacked his shoulder, then winced at the pain from her wound, making karma grasp her arm to check it. he looks up to her as he processes her words.

"6 months? u like me?"

"yeah 6 months of always looking at you and noticing what you do, i was so happy talking to you and then suddenly you went cold-"

before y/n could finish her rambling, she felt a pair of arms wrap around her, engulfing her in an embrace. karma held y/n tight and buried his face into her neck, his heartbeat beating too quickly he felt faint.

"i like you, ahh i like you so much, fuck"

y/n laughs and hugs him as tight, caressing his hair.

"you finally admitted your feelings, idiot."

y/n pulls away and cups his warm cheeks, smushing his face a little which made his lips form a pout. he furrowed his eyebrows at her action. karma leans in and pecks y/n on the lips, and she gasps.

"how dare you be so bold now when you were avoiding me the whole month, tsk"

y/n playfully chided him and he laughed before apologizing and then kissing her again.

-

"oh? i guess both of you are on good terms now?"

kayano nudged your shoulder and you smiled and nodded.

"now you have a chance to get him to like you, y/n!"

y/n looked at karma, who was with nagisa and sugino. and then her phone chimed.

//

karma <3: should we skip class and go on a date? >:)

//

y/n laughed, "i don't think i need to anymore, kayano"

after that, karma and y/n disappeared for the rest of the school day to hang out with each other. ♡

ᵒᵐᵍ 2 ᶠⁱᶜ ⁱⁿ 2 ᵈᵃʸˢ? ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵈᵉᵃᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵃ ʸᵉᵃʳ ᴴᴬᴴᴬ ⁱ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ᵏᵃʳᵐᵃ ⁱˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵒᵒᶜ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰⁱˢ, ⁱ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᵏᵃʳᵐᵃ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵇᵉ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒⁿᵉ ʷʰᵒ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ᵈᵉⁿⁱᵉˢ ʰⁱˢ ᶠᵉᵉˡⁱⁿᵍˢ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ʰᵉ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏˢ ⁱᵗ ᵐᵃᵏᵉˢ ʰⁱᵐ ʷᵉᵃᵏ ᴴᴼᴴᴼ

ˢᵒ ᶜᵘᵗᵉ ᵒᵐᵍ

ᵃⁿʸʷᵃʸˢ ⁱ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʸᵃˡˡ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵗʰⁱˢ !

[miraclecherryblossomsblog]

Imagen, reader whose from our world but gets transported to the marvel comic world and involuntary becomes a spider dude even tho they don't have spider abilities. Only depending in their own physical strenght and web shooters....

(gwenpool in other words cuz i really love the concetp)

Tw: loneliness, implied depression, grief and isolation (probsbly grammar mistakes too..)

-Spider Reader being able to break through comic panels a travel to whatever world they want, and because they don't exist into any universe they don't glitch like others spider dudes

-Spider Reader just being able to watch the action and stuff from their white void that just like a white room that doesn't seem to have an ending

-Spider Reader trying to help people as many as they csn but still manage to fail because they're just so much someone can do before all their strenght in cut short, specialy when one isn't physicaly or mentaly trained for it.

- Spider Reader intervening with a lot of canon events and becoming a fugitive of the HQ after they met Miguel (note: reader was already aware what canon events where, no they didn't care in those moments, all they thought was to save, save as many as they can)

-Spider Reader just coming back to their blank space so broken and hurt in both ways but still decided to try and do what they can, even if that means breaking some bones or losing some blood

-Spider Reader just going through so much on their own, not having anyone to aid for or to talk to which causes their mental state to detoriate but yet....they still go out and try to do their thing

-Spider Reader who doesn't allow to make friends or get close to anyone after seeing people they cared about dying in their arms too many times, entering and leaving the world just as fast before anyone csn get a word out to them

- Spider Reader that meets miles gang in one of their many travels throught worlds and after reader saved Miles from alnost getting body slamed, the group imediately noticing the bad shape they are in and decide to help them out

-Spider Reader who gets along with miles after he finds out that they are too an anomaly and both of them know what it is like to be excluded just because of something that was out of your control

-Spider Reader that slowly starts getting more and more comftable with the gang and realise its been A WHILE since they were able to laugh with someone or getting physical affection from friends

-Spider Reader who starts to smile again after finally habing people that supports and loves them how they are

[burberrycanary]

Damn the Torpedoes (Stucky kidfic AU)

Summary: That spring Steve hears a lot about what’s big in algebraic topology from Mary as she talks a mile a minute in the car passenger seat, across the dinner table, under worn-out beach umbrellas or climbing up him like he’s still her favorite jungle gym though she’s almost too big now. What he gathers mostly is that, in order to classify shapes, mathematicians spend a lot of time trying to distinguish between differences that matter and those that don’t. 

And isn’t that the trick in life, thinks Steve: figuring out what matters.

(Doesn’t help in explaining Bucky, though, but he’s not sure what would.)

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Or: Steve as the single dad from Gifted and Bucky as the DJ from Monday. Sort of.

Read Chapter 1 on AO3

Many thanks to my betas @village-skeptic​​​​​​​​​​​, @booksandabeer, ​​​​​​@beautifuldiscojolras, @norelationtoatticus and @atomicstaci 🥰

[everythingseasoning]

Nobody talks about that forlorn feeling when you’re in the kitchen and Suguru Geto isn’t next to you heating up the pan as you cut the bell peppers 😔

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New Fic Alert!

A Cure for Winter's Loneliness

Fandom: The Outsiders (S.E. Hinton)

Characters: Darrel 'Darry' Curtis, Sodapop Curtis, Ponyboy Curtis, Johnny Cade, Two-Bit Mathews, Steve Randle, Dallas Winston

Relationships: All friendship and sibling bonding, no romance

Summary:

The first Christmas after the accident, Darry feels like he’s going to implode. He wasn’t taught how to do this, he doesn’t know what he’s doing. He just knows everything hurts a little more this time. So he does what he’s done everyday for six months, he tries his best.

Darry tackles Christmas with the gang and his brothers all while trying to hold everything together himself.

Tags: Pre-Book, Post-Accident, Christmas, Fluff, Grief/Mourning, Good Brother Darry Curtis, Good Brother Sodapop Curtis, Holiday Traditions, Darry is Trying His Best, Brotherly Bonding, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Available on AO3:

[feroluce]

Thinking tonight about Caelus, and the nature of his loss and his grief after the Everything that went down in Penacony during 2.0.

Because Acheron, Black Swan, and Misha kind of knew of Firefly, they at least met her, but they didn't like really know her, and Caelus never even got the chance to introduce her to the rest of the Astral Express Crew. The only person who would have talked to her much was Sparkle, who is. Probably not really someone Caelus is interested in grieving with skznmsks

Anyway, all this to say, I like thinking about how alone poor Caelus is in his grief, because he was the only one who knew Firefly. He's the only one really mourning her. There's no one to talk about her with. There's no stories to trade or memories to reminisce with anyone over. It's not as though he knew her for long, but still. No one else knew her at all.

And I love the thought of all of this coming bubbling up, hot and acidic and bitter, during a conversation with Sampo, who Caelus just so happens to run into in the Golden Hour. Poor Sampo is kinda blindsided, he knew shit was going down in Penacony, but yeesh. And he just. Isn't quite sure what to say about it all, because he's never really encountered this before. His feelings about the Masked Fools are...a mixed bag, but he's been a part of them for a very long time, and when you're with a close organization like that, it's hard to feel alone, in grief or otherwise.

So Sampo sits there on their little bench that the two of them have occupied, and he thinks of his old friend April, how she'd died in his arms cackling and spitting her own blood after a heist gone wrong, and how after he'd dragged himself back to the World's End Tavern they'd all held a Fool's Funeral- which is basically just a big party where everyone gets really really drunk and reminisces and toasts the dead and celebrates their life.

He still thinks about her a lot, and he remembers how the time he'd most keenly felt her absence was on Jarilo-VI, the one place where he couldn't talk about her because he couldn't say anything to give himself away as an alien. The Fools still tell stories about her every time he goes back to the Tavern. His first toast of the night is always in her name. Even now, all these years after she'd died, Sampo is still learning new things about her. He's never had to grieve her alone.

Caelus doesn't have any of that.

He might never have that. As they speak, Caelus has no proof that Firefly was even her real name, or if she dreamt with her true appearance. He might not ever find out who she even was.

And just imagining that kind of loneliness hollows out a strange little pit, right behind his sternum, deep between his ribs.

So Sampo claps Caelus' shoulder and offers him a deal. Come find him outside of the dream. He knows a guy who can get them a lot of beer for really cheap-

("Is that guy you and your five finger discounts?" "Whatever do you mean, dear friend, I don't even know the meaning of the phrase, hehee.")

-and they can hole up in a bar or a hotel room or something, and get completely shitcanned. Tell him all about Firefly, tell him everything, and he'll tell Caelus about April and everyone else he's ever lost. Sampo will carry Caelus' memories of Firefly with him, and at least this way, Caelus will be a little less alone in remembering her. And the next time they cross paths, Sampo will be the one to bring her up, and to tell her stories, and Caelus can get to be the one listening. He won't have to be the only person to talk about her anymore.

Caelus rolls his eyes when Sampo avoids another remark about sticky fingers, but...ok, yeah. That sounds good. Nice, even. Thank you. Caelus bumps his shoulder against Sampo's. Sampo bumps back.

(They find each other again the next day, and true to their word, get themselves completely and utterly shitcanned. Caelus talks more than Sampo has ever heard him; every minute detail, every word choice, Firefly's every odd little mannerism and habit. Because Caelus wants to make sure this will outlive him, that even if the Stellaron dwelling within him finally burns him to a crisp and he really does up and kick the bucket, or even, godforbid, if he forgets, he wants to make sure someone remembers her. She deserved that.)

((And it takes quite a while, after that. Caelus doesn't see Sampo again until after everything has settled down. On his last day in Penacony, he finds the guy slinking out of a seedy back alley and all but runs right into him. Sampo happily leads him to some dive bar in an even seedier back alley that Caelus has never even heard of, and Sampo raises his glass. "To Firefly! Who sounds like she probably would have hated me at first, but I would have liked to have met her anyway."

And Caelus stares at him, almost looking startled, long enough that Sampo worries that he's read him wrong and brought this up too soon. He's halfway into planning how to talk himself out of this situation when Caelus finally throws back his head back and laughs, tells him that yeah, Firefly would have politely called him out on every lie he told, and all their conversations would take twice as long with the way Sampo is so full of shit.

And he can see it, the same way he watches and sees through everyone, that Caelus' eyes have a tightness to them, his knuckles are nearly white around the handle of his mug. But he smiles. He hits his glass against Sampo's far too hard and throws it back and gets foam everywhere like he does every time they drink because the guy's about as elegant as a raging bull, but those things don't lessen the genuineness of his smile.

The grief is there, but so is the elation, and those emotions aren't a sliding scale between one or the other. It is all of both and both at once, and that's what contents Sampo enough to throw his own mug back when Caelus makes a toast of his own, "to April!!".))

[altschmerzes]

🌹🌹🌹 for whatever you'd like to share because i know i'll love it all

NICE TO MEEEEE WAH

this is a clip from loneliness into loneliness that i'm really delighted with right now, i just think it's :')

Jamie isn’t quite ready to start PT himself, so tagging along to Dani’s is a chance to get back into the mix of the action. His appointments are going to start slower than Dani’s given the break in his ankle, and he misses being at Nelson. It’s a little frustrating at the same time, to be there and not be able to train, to be a part of things the way he wants to be, but seeing everyone is nice. Sam smiles like the sun’s come out and Declan points at him from down the hall and calls out yoooooooo like they’re at a party and Roy even lifts an arm and tolerantly accommodates Jamie ducking against him for a hug, which is definitely progress even if he rolls his eyes at the same time.