#first fanfiction

[penelopegarcialovebot]

slow dance

spencer reid x gender neutral reader

summary: you're the only person whose brought out this side of spencer since maeve. and when you two are in rossi's backyard, slow dancing to the music from inside alone, it's when he realizes he'd really like to keep you around.

warnings: fluffy talk about relationships, teensy bit of angst about past relationships and self doubt, happy ending tho!!

♬⋆ .˚ now playing slow dance by clairo

a/n: first fic bare with me we're getting there!!

arms tangled around one another, stepping on eachothers feet, whispering sweet nothings together then laughing because you can't take eachother seriously when it's so quiet.

that's been the entirety of your life for the last hour, with spencer. not your friend, not your boyfriend, but some secret third option in between.

"you look nice tonight." he compliments, and you're sure it's for the millionth time tonight, "i don't think i've ever seen you dressed... formally?"

you're not wearing anything particularly fancy, but it's not exactly casual either. again, a secret third option.

there seems to be a theme of that tonight.

either way, you muster up the courage to tease him, "i don't look nice every other night?"

"well, you know that's not what i meant, i just mean, like, especially tonight. y'know?" he rambles as he moves his hands to your waist again.

"i'm just messing with you." you smile back, arms staying wrapped around his shoulders.

finally, the music from inside starts back up, a slower song.

one of the windows in the kitchen is cracked open just enough for the music to be heard from rossi's backyard. more specifically the pretty, fairy light decorated gazebo he loved to talk about whenever he got the chance as if he didn't live in a mansion.

"you look good tonight too. i'd say i never really see you in stuff like this but that'd be a lie." you say, hands running over his chest, tracing the tie tucked neatly into his brown blazer.

"that's not true. i'm not even wearing my converse, you have to admit that's different." he smiles, teasing back.

he was never really good with sarcasm. penelope prides herself in being the one to fix that, but really, something just clicked in him with you.

"but... thank you." he adds, "i tried to dress a little nicer for you."

"didn't try and out-dress me? how kind." you teased again, and he smiles. he loves that little expression you'd get that told him you thought of something witty to say.

"i know, right?" his smile never falters, only growing more as he looks down at you.

it's quiet for a moment, you two swaying back and forth, your head against his chest as he rests his chin right on top of it.

you're not sure if it gets better than this. how it gets better than this, if that.

"i'm glad garcia convinced you to come. maybe because she knew i'd be here." you hum.

"she didn't really convince me. she just... told me you were coming to one for once." he admits, and that makes your heart flutter.

"i don't miss them that much." you lie.

"in your four years at the bau with us, you've come to a total of three. once a year." he say it likes it's a joke, but it's true.

"hey. it's four, now. and if you promise to go to the christmas one, i'll make it five." you reach down to take his hands in yours, squeezing them.

it's true you never really came to these things. you loved the team. of course you did. you were on good terms with all of them. you just didn't trust yourself with alcohol and being in the same room as spencer at the same time. you'd never tell anyone as much, though.

"good. rossi's backyard is prettier in the snow." he replies.

"slow dancing with girls in rossi's backyard a common occurrence, then?" you tease once more, but he takes it at face value.

"me? of course not. i'd never. seriously. just you." his hands squeeze yours once again before moving back to your waist.

"just me." you echo his words. it felt good.

it gets quiet again, and you two are back to the comfort of swaying in one anothers arms. as if there weren't thousands of words left unspoken between the two of you.

what coworkers turned friends slow dance together like this? say things so sickeningly sweet? not ones that were actually just that. coworkers. friends.

it would be laughable, even. because it's not like you haven't seen jj peeking out the window and smile at the sight of you two, or rossi deciding to open the window so you could hear the music to begin with. he wasn't slick, that's for sure.

you weren't one to talk, and neither was spencer.

"what are you thinking about?" he asks, picking up on your silence that goes on longer than you usually let it.

"nothing and everything."

"you can't actually think about nothing. it involves concepts and ideas just to be thinking at all, which is nearly unstoppable unless you're actively stopping it. like if you're meditating right now. and i have a feeling you aren't doing that." he rambles, giving a smartass reply you didn't need, but always appreciated because you'd get to feel his chest lowly hum and hear his voice all at once.

but that's besides the point.

"then everything." you reply, half expecting him to launch the conversation into why that's not humanly possible.

instead, you're caught off guard when you hear, "in a bad way or good way?"

"more good than bad." your hands run over his hair for a moment. curly and oddly soft. he did try a little harder tonight.

"well that's more good than bad." he pauses and continues, voice less... sure, if that was even the right word, "what about, though?"

should you say the truth or lie? because nothing at all would be a lie. but you don't wanna bring up the inevitable when you two are so cozy already.

"us, i guess." you give in. please don't ask further, please don't make this a thing—

"...what about us exactly?" he asks further. makes it a thing. you'd make a comment about mind reading but aren't sure if it'd be appropriate.

"i mean... y'know. we both know. don't we? just... us." you gesture to you two again, before seeing his expression and sighing, "what we are..."

"what we are? as in our relationship status?" he asks, nervously fidgeting with the hem of your shirt, "i didn't know it's been on your mind."

it's quiet for a moment, because you both know his question is rhetorical despite it coming out seriously. you both know what you said.

you don't know why this topic holds so much negative weight right now when you could be approaching it with so much more positively. but you're just worrying about one thing: if he's still with the mindset that maeve was the only one for him.

he wasn't the type to play with a girl's feelings, though. you trusted him. it's come with liking him.

"you're overthinking again. i can tell." he brushed a hair through your hair, pulling your head back to his chest.

"you know this stuff isn't easy for me." he adds a little quieter. "at all."

"i know." and you almost say you're sorry for even letting it get this far into the conversation, but you don't.

he rocks you back and forth, cupping your head in his hand. in this position your ears right next to his heart and you can hear how it beats faster when you wrap your arms back around his waist.

"i'll always miss her. but i... i was talking to garcia a few days ago. she reminded me that i shouldn't give up just because of what happened. it's almost like she knew exactly what was going on in my head and it was kinda terrifying to hear but also it helped more than i'd like to admit." he explains.

it was always penelope. the angel of the office.

"with that being said," he adds, unexpectedly, not giving you time to process his previous words completely, "i think she knows how much i actually like you and i never even told her."

oops. guilty as charged—add that to the list of things you'd tell him only after you two were a thing. and not that secret third thing.

"maybe we're not as discreet as we think we are." you smile at the thought.

just as the words leave your mouth, you hear the window open a little more, seeing emily smiling with that i just got caught look before looking back at jj and returning to her with a laugh. talk about comedic timing.

"i like you a lot too, though. it's why i think about us a lot." you add yourself.

"it's just... hard after everything. what if i'm just a string of bad luck? what if something happens to you because of me?" he can't help but start up as he does with certain topics.

"i work in the bau myself, spence. you aren't any more of a threat to me than my daily job itself." you'd tease softly.

the third, but technically only second person he'd let call him that without him cringing.

"i can't argue with that." he admits, nodding, "but you know what i'm talking about. i mean..." he trails off.

"everyone i love has been taken away from me." he says. "i don't exactly have a good track record."

you feel like he's making this out to be he's protecting you when really he's just protecting himself. which makes more sense, now that you think about it like that.

but you also don't really know what to say to that. i won't let that happen. but the both of you know it's a promise you can't guarantee you'll keep.

"say something. anything." he whispers, voice filled with an unfamiliar feeling. anxiety, maybe?

"...i won't let it happen to you again." you mumble against his chest, feeling the way his breath catches in his throat before letting out a shaky exhale.

"you don't know that." he tenses up once more.

"i don't. but i'll try." your grip tightens in his blazer.

"god, how do i say no to you? i can't. the words don't come out." he sighs, almost frustrated. you think it's directed at himself, if anyone, though.

"sometimes i feel like you're nothing but an angel sent down by maeve herself. she'd love you, you know that?" he says and you feel your eyes burn.

"i wish she could've met you." he mumbles, kissing the top of your head, "i wish you could've met a less damaged me. i wish a lot of things, even if the probability of even one, if not all, happening is quite literally 0%." he rambles.

"you're in your head again, spence. too in your head." you point out. he laughs.

"i feel like i always am." he says, a little quieter.

"i don't think you're... damaged." you say, stroking his curly hair again, "you're just hurt. hurting. that's different, to me. that's what i think at least. it's not like you're not getting better."

"too good for me..." he shakes his head, but less defensive this time.

"just think about it, okay?" you say. you remember neither of you explicitly said what it was you were talking about. making it official. but it was implied, right?

"i will. we should get inside." he hums, "don't want you getting any colder in that outfit."

it slips out when you don't intend it to and your heart drops.

"will you be my boyfriend?"

he's quiet, and when you try and pull away to look at him, he holds your head to his chest with one hand. firm but gentle. three words that sum him up perfectly.

"...are you sure?" he first asks, pulling away to look right down into your eyes, hands on either side of your face.

you double down, "of course i am. very sure."

he's just looking down at you now, silently, but you know it's not so silent in that head of his right now. you let him stay in his head for a moment.

"...i still think you're too good for me. but..." he trails off, "yeah. i—just, yeah. i'd really like that."

your lips quirk up into a smile at that, arms still wrapped around his shoulders as they tighten ever so slightly, and you notice how he starts to smile too just from yours.

you see him nervously take his lower lip between his teeth before speaking up.

"can i, er, kiss you?" he asks, studying your face for a moment before his eyes flit up to your own.

you're caught off guard, but give a small yet eager nod, feeling his hands run down to cup your cheeks.

once he has your approval, he's leaning down in the blink of an eye, leaving a small kiss to your lips. this one's gentle, testing the waters.

he takes a brief moment to grasp your reaction, and when he sees it, he leans back down to press a longer kiss to your lips—mouth on yours, tongue running over your lips after you ease into it.

it lasts a bit, his hands on your face before one slips down to your waist and the other to tuck your hair out of your face before resting it on the side of your neck delicately, as if you were glass threatening to shatter.

you two finally pull away, breathing in a series of short gasps and sighs as you feel him press his forehead to yours.

"i hope you know you're gonna be the death of me." he breathes out, caressing the side of your face.

that makes you grin and bring him into another kiss, pulling him down against you.

[blazerratbluefire-blog]

This fiction is based on #alicedusstuff art piece of tiny Macaque being held in Wukong's hand. This is my fanfiction, so there are most likely errors. So enjoy!! And make sure to check out the art that alicedusstuff creates!

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Macaque struggled to get out of Wukong's hand. But as much as he wiggled around, twisted and even bit his hand, Wukong wouldn't let go. It didn't help that Macaque was the size of a doll that could easily fit into Wukong's hand either. Soon Macaque was panting out of breath from his struggles. He silently groaned in his throat in frustration, he shouldn't have tried to make himself smaller to avoid Wukong's mad dash at him with the power he took from MK. The kid's magic was still unstable and young.

Macaque's tail flicked in unease and his glamored ears pinned back when he felt an unwavering gaze aimed at his body. He nervously glanced up and swallowed. Wukong's eyes were shadowed with an unfamiliar emotion behind them as his gaze didn't move from him.

"H-hey, bud! U-um, think you could let me go, Wukong?" Macaque asked nervously. He felt sweat gathering on his forehead the longer Wukong didn't answer him. If possible, Wukong's gaze became even more intense. Macaque shivered even though he was held in a very warm hand. He licked his lips nervously and gave a weak chuckle while gripping the hand that held him tighter.

"You wouldn't hurt me in front of the kid, would you?"

Macaque noticed that Wukong's tail was lashing side to side as his eyes began to gain a slight red hue to them. As Wukong brought him closer to his face, he began to panic and restarted his struggles more.

"Monkey King! I need help!" Cried out MK, currently stuck to the wall of rock by the staff.

Wukong cleared his eyes and pivot towards his student with a bright chirp of encouragement, while at the same time tucking Macaque behind his back still clutched in his hand.

"You can do it bud!" Monkey King encouraged with a bright smile.

MK stopped his struggles against the staff and gave Monkey King a deadpan stare.

"No I can't. Macaque stole my powers!"

"Well, I believe in you bud! You can get out of that yourself! Think of it as extra credit for two-timing me with another mentor."

MK chuckled nervously at that reminder. He was honestly hoping that Monkey King would have forgotten about that.

"But don't worry, I won't leave you alone." Monkey plucked a strand of fur out and blew on it. A golden glow soon surround the piece of fur and a clone came into existence. "This guy here will keep you company and safe from anything that might try to eat you."

"Eat me?!" Cried MK.

"See you in a bit bud!" Saluted Monkey King and he hopped onto his cloud and zipped away with his prize in his hand.

Macaque gave a chrip of surprise at the intense speeds as Wukong flew away on his cloud. The wind whipped through his fur and he pinned his ears back to avoid the harsh wind blowing against them.He dug his claws into Wukong's hand to make himself feel more grounded.

"Wukong! Slow down! Where are you taking me?!" Cried out Macaque.

Wukong didn't answer him, but he did tighten his hold over Macaque's body and pressed him closer to his chest.

After a while they arrived at their destination. Macaque started to make out the sounds of Flower Fruit Mountain and opened his eyes to look around. As Wukong slowed to a stop in front of his hut, he jumped off and made his way to the door of his hut. He walked through his door and closed it, then made his way to the kitchen table.

Macaque meanwhile was struggling as much as possible to get free of Wukong's hand. Macaque's back soon made impact with the surface of the table with his hands and feet pinned down with Wukong's hand.

Wukong hovered over Macaque's body with that same look as earlier. His tail was also once again lashing side to side.

"Drop them." Wukong demanded.

"Drop what?!" Macaque exclaimed, taken back from the vague demand.

"Your glamors. Drop them. Or I will remove them myself." Wukong again demanded with a darker look on his face.

"No!" Cried out Macaque, his own tail had begun to curl around his own leg nervously. He honestly had no idea how Wukong thought he was going to remove his glamors, but HE wasn't going to drop them himself.

"Fine, but I warned you Macaque." Wukong told him. He then leaned down closer to Macaque's body, once he was right over his head, he turned Macaque's head to the side and lightly brushed his fangs over his neck and shoulder.

Macaque was letting out distressed chirps when he felt Wukong's fangs on his neck and shoulder. In the middle of his chirp he let out a gasp and did a whole body shudder as he felt Wukong lick up the side of his head right over his ears!

"....DID YOU JUST FUCKING LICK ME?!" Macaque yelled out to Wukong, his entire face red and tail lashing side to side.

Wukong just smirked down at him, pleased that Macaque was so ruffled and blushing.

"Yup! And if you don't want me to lick. Every. Single. Inch. Of your body, you'll drop your glamors." Wukong continued to smirk, waiting to see what Macaque's reply would be.

"You...W-what? B-but, i-i.....F-fine! I'll drop them! J-just stop slobbering on me!" Macaque stuttered out, fur puffed out, his tail lashing and curling while trying to mentally get his footing back. He took a deep breath and released his magic, letting his six ears on display and the scar going over his right blind eye being shown.

Wukong cooed in delight once the glamors dropped. Bring his free hand to Macaque's ears and gently petting the ears in just the right way to make Macaque go limp against the table.

"There's my pretty Moonlight. Don't worry, I'll take care of you." Cooed Wukong, while keeping up the petting to make sure that Macaque stayed docile. "Now, where did I put that bottle?"

Fin

[corruptinmyself]

I HAVE DONE IT!

Vera Libertas

A Nightmare x Reader (more so self insert) based on owl-bones’ bird MC drabble for the ValRayne Faeu

This has been in the works for a few months and will continue to be updated, thank you all who read it and owl bones for allowing me to write their idea into a story!

ValRayne Faeu made by @antlered-prince and @owl-bones

Thank you @pasterypaws for helping me with writing!

Links for the drabble andmore information on it under the cut.

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[sabi0229]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Jurassic World: Camp Cretaceous (Cartoon), Jurassic World: Chaos Theory (Cartoon) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Darius Bowman/Ben Pincus, Darius Bowman & Ben Pincus Characters: Darius Bowman, Ben Pincus, Kenji Kon, Brooklynn (Jurassic Park), Sammy Gutierrez (Jurassic Park), Yasmina "Yaz" Fadoula Additional Tags: Fluff, Cuddling & Snuggling, Hugging, Darius go to sleep and let Ben finally sleep too, Ben Needs Sleep Summary:

Darius being Darius and won't sleep and Ben just wants finally sleep.

[very-lonely-ghost]

Unexpected meeting

Parring: Mizu x G/n Reader

About: Mizu was in the forest when someone (you) Show u and you get into a fight. You both were in a beautiful dance of passion and pride. After the fight you become good friends... or maybe even more.

warning: swearing, not prof read

word count: 1k

A/N: HI!! This is my first writing so it may be bad but I hope you enjoys. THANK YOU!!! -^-

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Mizu sat in the middle of a forest. It was the middle of a cold and brisk day, but yet there was warmth of spring coming around. She sat here training for her quest of revenge.

They air around was thin. She concentrated hard on her training till she felt something watching her.... or more like someone.

She kept steady on her training waiting till they attacked. Soon enough she hear the shing of there blade in action. Though it wasn't a normal sound of a samurai's sowrd it was deferent?....

She ducked and got out of the way then looking at the person who attacked. They wore a mask covering part of their face. Their eyes were shown but they didn't have the anger or rage that most others she fought had. They seemed play fun with hints of boredom. The person stated to run to her again with there weapon in hand. Their weapon of chose was a scythe. She hadn't seen anything quite like it.

Her and the stranger stayed in this battle of glory and passion there was no threat see from the other person. She didn't know what to do. Usually she would just kill anyone who dared to attack her but you were different in her eyes. The fight when on till you both got each other to the point were nether of you could move.

Mizu was pinned to a tree with the handle of the scythe to her neck. For you the blunt side of her blade was to the back of your neck.

You broke the cool and silent air between the both of you

"So come here often," Your voice was breathy from the fighting and she could hear the smugness in your voice.

"Better question why did you fucking attack me!" She spat back.

"Don't act like you weren't bored plus, I need some training" You said getting closer to her face, but at the last moment ducking from here grasp with skill. 'Impressive' she thought.

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The two of you talked and started to travel together. Mizu shared her story of here adventure of revenge. She also trusted you with her secrete of her gender. Though when she asked you why you learned to wheeled your weapon but you always brushed it off and changed to topic.

Through the time the two of you spent together, no matter if it was through blood and dark nights or the hot and sunny days. A bond started to be created through the two of you. Something sparked and no matter how hared either of you tried the spark wouldn't go out. Though both of your sparks stayed both with your bratty attitude and Mizu's stubbornness neither of you dared to spill the truth of your feelings.

Though this night, a night of a full moon something happed.

"May.. I ask you a question?" Mizu asked, her eyes looking over to wear you sat looking at the fire you both sat around.

"Yeah sure." You said picking up how it seemed she forced out the question. You didn't break you stair at the fire though you could feel Mizu's blue eyes piercing into the side of your head.

"I've asked you this before, Why did you chose to wheeled your weapon?" She asked curiously looking over your body, but then back to your face which she could see without your mask. Mizu blushed lightly remembering you didn't wear it because you trusted her.

You began to open you mouth to brush of the question and chose a different topic but Mizu beat you to it. "Please don't change the topic I truly wish to know why you chose your path." She spoke softly.

You finally broke your stare form the fire to look at her. Her eyes look beautiful with the flames from the fire dancing in her eyes. You sighed and started to explain your story.

"When I was young my life... wasn't really the best. It was rough but i had to learned to survive. The closest person I to me was killed in an accidents and the only thing I had from them to truly remember them was the scythe. I was so upset with myself that I couldn't help or protect them so I trained and trained till my hands bleed to make sure I would never be the hopeless..." As you finished your tail a tear fell down your face, your eyes back on the fire to try and hide your weakness.

Mizu's heart ached at the thought of how long you held on to this burden. She shuffled over to you and wiped the tear from you face and tilled your head to her.

"It's ok you aren't alone anymore. I'm here I always got your back and i am by your side." She spoke with the most sincere and soft voice you had every hear her speak. Your eyes met with her icy but soft blue eyes. They made you feel safe and calm.

She brought her forehead to yours closing her eyes and you doing the same. The air around was silent but conferrable as you rested your head against hers. The fire crackled beside you both but nether of you cared. All that was on both of your minds was each other. You sat in this positions for a bit just enjoining it. Enjoining Mizu.

Mizu whispered something that you almost missed but you heard it

"I will always be by your side till death does us part. I will not let anyone hurt you as they have before.... I love you"

"Thank you Mizu.. I love you too." You spook back softly with a simile on your face and warmth in your heart.

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A/N : THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! thank you for reading this please tell me if there is anything I can fix or make better and in till we meet again. ^-^

[delulu4marauders]

my sweet werewolf <33

y/n potter x remus lupin

summary: y/n was the only person remus could trust seeing him as a werewolf..

note: female!character, y/n potter ( james’ younger sister )

from the author: hey everyone! juliana here, this is my first time writing a real fanfiction so please don't judge!! i'm pretty bad at writing but i can’t help but make my own fanfiction!! i want to say thanks to everyone who liked the summary i posted, seeing all the likes on it made me so happy!! i’m still unsure about how i’m going to organize these, but i’ll make a way. comment if you want a part two and also comment any ideas for part 2?? btw sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes but lowercases in unnecessary places are intended. also it's 2 days until school starts again for me, so i may not post for a while but i will make time to write for all you guys who enjoy my story! tysm and i hope you enjoy!

word count: 3k

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          it was a clear, rainy day at hogwarts. the sound of the gryffindor common room fireplace crackling and the quiet chatting of the other students made the common room feel like home. y/n was reading a book on a sofa in the corner of the common room, quietly enjoying her book while sipping on her pumpkin spice latte. the spooky season was coming, and hogwarts felt like the perfect place to be during halloween. just as y/n took another sip of her latte, a tall dark figure stood over her. it was her brother, james potter. 

          “what do you want?” y/n shrugged

          “hey! don’t be so crabby! i just want to come check on my younger sister” james explained

          “whatever” y/n rolled her eyes, flicking the page of her book

          “jeez..” james said under his breath, sitting down next to y/n “you going down to the great hall for dinner?” 

          “yeah.. how’s sirius and remus?” y/n asked sweetly, shutting her book

          “they’re fine, but remus is- you know.. having trouble..” james worried           “damn. poor remus..” y/n whispered

          y/n and james walked down the halls of hogwarts amongst the other students who were running down to the great hall. they sat down at the gryffindor table with sirius, who was chugging down pumpkin juice, lily, who was politely eating her dinner and making disgusted faces at sirius, and remus. remus’ face had a lot of scars from the past few full moons. when he smelt her bubblegum scented perfume, his head immediately perked up. there she was, his best friend. y/n and james sat down at the table, james directly started chatting up sirius and flirting with lily. y/n and remus sat there for a few minutes, eating their food. suddenly, y/n spoke up.

          “remmy?” y/n sweetly but calmly said

          “hmm..?” 

          “when’s the next.. you know..” 

          “two days..” he muttered

          “oh.. is there anything i can get for you?” y/n suggested

          “no.. it’s fine..” he sighed deeply

          “alright.. but if there’s anything you need-” y/n got cut off by remus

          “i know.. just go to you first. honestly, y/n. you tell me every time! i don’t need to be reminded, you know that?” 

          “okay.. i’m just worried for you. every time you come down to breakfast with fresh scars and-” 

          “i’m going to be fine, y/n. stop stressing” he slumped his shoulders down while talking

          y/n was walking down the hallways alone to her next class. potions. not only did she really like the thought of brewing potions, her favourite professor was teaching that subject. professor slughorn. he was a super chill, laid-back teacher and wasn’t as strict as all the other teachers. she entered the classroom and saw everyone already standing at the tables. she goes to stand next to james and remus. 

          “hey” words mindlessly came out her mouth

          “shh, the lesson’s starting” remus whispered. 

          remus was the type of student to enjoy classes and have good grades so him telling her to shush didn’t matter. this time in class they were brewing amortentia. y/n read her potions book and read all the ingredients she needed, found them on the shelves and added them to her cauldron. 

          ashwinder eggs… 

 rose thorns.. 

peppermint.. 

powdered moonstone.. 

pearl dust.. 

and rose petals..

          “miss potter” prof. slughorn said “what - does your amortentia smell like?” 

          y/n smelt her amortentia. she smelt baby powder.. gingerbread.. melted chocolate.. and a new book. these smells together was familiar… something she was used to but she couldn’t put her finger on it.

          “i smell.. gingerbread, chocolate, baby powder.. and a new book..” y/n listed slowly, trying to remember who owned the scent in her love potion. 

          the next day, y/n was peacefully studying in the library. she was just finishing up her transfiguration essay when she saw a shadow of a boy. she looked behind her and saw remus. usually when someone interrupts her study sessions, she gets really pissed but since it was going to be a full moon that night, she didn’t mind. 

          “hey remmy, you all good?” 

          “yeah.. i’ve been thinking.. you know how you said if i needed anything for the full moon i could go to you?” remus explained fast. y/n nodded. “well.. i- i.. i want you to stay with me while i’m a werewolf..” 

          “uh- are you sure??” y/n asked uncomfortably. remus nodded. y/n thought for a while. should she risk her life to help her best friend? she did promise him she would do anything… “sure.” y/n finally decided. 

          “really?” remus said. he hugged y/n “thank you y/n! thank you so much!! this means the world to me!!”

          this hug was different. y/n and remus always hug, but this hug was not a normal hug. he was closing his eyes, smiling, his arms weren’t stiff and it just felt more - from the heart.. 

          later on that evening, y/n got dressed into her pyjamas and went to the common room to check on james, sirius and peter, who were remus’ dorm mates but slept in the common room whenever it was a full moon. 

          “hey guys, how you doing?” y/n said, walking down the girls dormitory stairs and stopping at the doorway. they were playing uno and of course, peter had the most cards with sirius down to one card. 

          “we’re fine, aren’t you staying with remus for the night?” sirius said, still focused on the very professional game.

          “yeah, wish me luck. i hope i don’t get eaten.” y/n said playfully, half joking and half truthful.

          “if he does, i’m going to beat the crap out of him.” james said, overprotective for his younger sister

          “james, i’ll be fine. since i’m sleeping in your dorm, can i sleep in your bed?” y/n asked. back at the potter manor, they switch rooms all the time. 

          “alright, sleep tight lil’ sis” james said, picking up 4 cards from the pick-up-pile since peter placed down a ‘plus 4’ card. 

          y/n walked up the boys dormitory stairs and around the corner to remus’ dorm. she checked a clock nearby. it was 8:47, thirteen minutes to lights out and thirteen minutes until remus turns into a werewolf. she knocked on the door. shirtless remus opened. Once y/n saw this, she immediately blushed. 

          “oh- uhm.. hi, remus” y/n said, staring at the floor to avoid the awkwardness. 

remus noticed what made her feel uncomfortable. he quickly threw a shirt on. 

          “crepes. sorry about that… do come in..” remus said, embarrassed. remus never really swore, so she was used to him saying words instead of the real swear word. y/n walked into the dorm. she saw that they had moved james and peter’s beds against the wall to make space in the middle of the room. 

          “wow. so how much longer?” y/n turned around to face him

          “well.. It’s 9:51, so nine more minutes.” remus said, checking an old, grandfather clock in the back of their dorm. remus took his shirt off again and saw y/n blushing.

          “sorry. it’s the only way i don’t rip my shirts apart.” remus explained. she could hear the sincerity in his voice. 

          “it’s alright remmy.. are you sure you want me to stay?” y/n said sweetly

          “yes please.. so when i turn into a werewolf, which is in.. four minutes, i’m gonna need you to hide behind sirius’ bed. and if i dont talk for five minutes, get out your wand and yell sectumsempra at me, okay?” remus inquired. 

          “sectumsempra? but doesn’t that injure people?” y/n wondered in worry

          “injures people, not werewolves. if i haven’t talked five minutes after i turned into a werewolf, it means the transformation didn’t work well and- nevermind, if it happens, just do it.” remus said seriously. y/n nodded. while waiting, they just chilled together on remus’ bed talking about school and their friends. 

          tick.. tick.. tick.. the clock hit 9:00. remus was sitting in the middle of the room and y/n behind sirius’ bed, clutching her wand just in case. she watched as he turned into a werewolf, which was not glamorous. 2 minutes after he finished transforming, y/n was waiting for him to talk. she really did not wish to use the curse. 

          “y/n?” a deep voice said suddenly

          “remmy? is that - you?” y/n wondered aloud, coming out from behind the bed

          “yeah, i’m not going crazy like usual” remus’ new deep voice stated

          “really? did you take anything?” y/n said, sitting on sirius’ dog hair bed.

          “well, my aunt gave me this thing called a wolfsbane potion that’s supposed to not turn me into a werewolf.. but she said the first time i try it i should mix it with like- pumpkin juice or water or something…” remus explained

          “well that helps..” y/n says

          down in the common room, james, peter and sirius were still playing uno. sirius lay down on his sleeping bag expecting there to be a pillow but of course, reality is always different from your expectation. 

          “crap, i forgot my pillow. do you think i should go up and get my pillow?” sirius suggests.

          “well, if the other gryffindor boys aren’t screaming then it’s probably safe.” peter teased. 

          sirius tip-toed up the stairs and quietly opened the dorm room door. he walked into the room, expecting to see a lot of damage in the room. but instead, everything looked normal. sirius scanned around the room for the grey wolf but it was nowhere in sight. sirius walked to his bed to grab his pillow and in the bed across from him, was remus in wolf form, laying on his bed. but he wasn’t alone. y/n was there too, they were in the ‘little spoon big spoon’ cuddling position with remus’ long, fluffy wolf tail wrapped around y/n’s legs tucking her in a sweet embrace. sirius was in complete shock. no one had ever seen remus in this state during a full moon transformation. sirius decided to shrug this feeling off, grabbed his pillow and walked back downstairs to the common room. 

          the beautiful, morning sun shone down on y/n, waking her up. she opened her eyes to see remus’ hard, shirtless and human chest. she looked up at remus’ face. he was already awake, reading a book. she was confused, she didn’t remember sleeping in remus’ bed. and especially with him. 

          “remmy?” y/n yawned

          “morning y/n” remus whispered sweetly

          “why am i in your bed?” she said, sitting up and leaning on the head board

          “you said that you would sleep in james’ bed but it was full of his dirty laundry, sirius’ bed had a lot of dog hair and you just didn’t want to sleep in peter’s bed so i let you sleep in mine.” remus explained

          “with you?” 

          “oh, i was sleeping on the floor but in the middle of the night i heard people talking so i got in bed too” remus said

          “oh.. okay..” 

          “y’know, you’re really cute when you’re asleep” remus teased

          “shut up! i probably snored all night!” y/n muttered

          “you didn’t, you were really peaceful” 

          “whatever” y/n rolled her eyes, leaning on remus’ shoulder to see what he was reading. it was a book on the wolfsbane potion. “oh, that potion.”

          “yeah, it really helped me last night. if i hadn’t taken it, you’d be dead by now” remus chuckled, half joking and half truthful. y/n laughed along too. 

          james, sirius and peter came walking into the dorm to put away their sleeping bags and pillows. 

          “had a good sleep?” sirius said, walking over to his bed. james stopped and stared as soon as he entered the doorway.

          “why the f**k are you two in the same bed?” james snapped

          “it’s not what it looks like, we’re best friends, james” y/n says, insulted by what her brother thought she was doing. she got out of remus’ bed and leaned against the bedpost.  “plus, your bed smells horrible! smells worse than when i use the toilet after you at home!” y/n teased

          “shut up!” james said, embarrassed. y/n and sirius laughed. 

          “so, hogsmeade weekend! you guys going?” peter asked, plopping himself down on his bed. 

          “of course! can’t pass up the chance to go buy lollies! probably even steal some too! you up for it pads?” james asked

          “duh!” sirius playfully added

          “well i better get dressed, meet in the common room?” y/n asked. the marauders nodded and waved y/n goodbye as she walked out of the dorm room.

          after she got dressed, she waited in the common room along with lily and marlene. lily and marlene were fangirling over their halloween costumes while y/n was reading a book on potions. the marauders came walking down the stairs from the boys dormitories. the first thing she noticed was james and sirius, doing idiotic stuff like always, so she just rolled her eyes. behind them was remus, wearing his chaotic academia clothes like always. y/n got up and walked towards him. 

          “that sweater is adorable remmy!!” y/n exclaimed. remus slightly blushed.

          “oh.. thanks y/n..” remus said, flustered. 

          “no worries! should we go now?” y/n suggested. remus nodded softly.

          they arrived at hogsmeade, they could see the three broomsticks, zonkos joke shop and honeydukes were decorated ready for halloween. they saw james, sirius and peter run into the three broomsticks and lily and marlene ran into a new thrift store. it was just remus and y/n. 

          “where do you wanna go?” y/n asked remus

          “there’s a new crystal shop i’d like to visit..” remus uttered softly

          “okay!” y/n said sweetly, grabbing remus’ hand and gently jogging to the crystal shop he was talking about. 

          they stopped at a clean shop with a big sign above the entrance that said ‘crystal clear’. y/n knew how much remus liked crystals, especially sparkly ones. on holidays james would visit remus at his house and y/n would tag along. back at remus’ house, he has a whole display cabinet for his crystals. they walked into the store, still hand in hand. y/n looked at remus’ face, which was happier than she had seen in a while. he let go of her hand to look at some cat - shaped crystals. she could tell by the expression on his face that he was in awe. like the feeling when you walk into a shop where they have all the things you love. y/n herself was looking around at the crystals. she saw a wolf - shaped crystal. it was so pretty and it captured the beauty of a real wolf. it reminded her of remus, and the night she spent with him in his wolf form. a tingly feeling crossed her heart. she thought.. was this feeling.. love? no, it couldn’t be, he was her best friend. she went to the counter, where remus had 6 crystals laid on the counter. 

          “i can buy that for you if you want” remus said, digging through his pockets.

          “oh.. it’s okay, you don’t need to” y/n smiled

          “please? i owe you, you could have died last night.” remus pleaded. y/n placed the wolf - shaped crystal on the counter along with his crystals replying ‘finee’. 

          they were chilling under a tree, eating lollies from honeydukes, chatting and laughing together. gummies, lollipops, bertie bots every flavour beans, chocolate frogs, the list goes on and on. 

          “why did you get a wolf crystal?” remus suddenly questioned

          “because it reminds me of my best friend” she half-lied. it did remind her of her best friend, but it also reminded her of her tiny crush on him. but she thought it was too cringy to say, and too risky as well. remus laughed.

          “same reason i got this” remus chuckled, reaching into his hand-painted tote-bag and pulls out a pink, transparent heart crystal. “reminds me of you because you look really good in pink and your heart is nice and kind.. also because… i kinda like you..” remus’ face went pink. he stared at the ground to avoid embarrassment.

          “remmy..” y/n breathed “i keep on trying to deny this feeling too..” 

          “y/n, we’re best friends, and we’re extremely close.. do you.. maybe wanna be my girlfriend?” remus asked shyly. y/n’s smile grew wide but didn’t want to be awkward. she quickly thought of how to say ‘yes’ without over - doing it. 

          “i’d love to be your girlfriend remmy!” she said, trying to contain her smile.

          that starry night, the marauders all met in the three broomsticks to have some butterbeer or pumpkin juice together. remus and y/n decided not to tell them just yet, after all, they’d only been dating for a few hours. sirius and peter were laughing at embarrassed james who was drinking his butterbeer, ashamed of himself.

          “hey! why are you laughing at james?” y/n asked

          “he tried to ask lily out but got rejected in front of all her friends” sirius teased

          “the poor guy, don’t laugh at him” remus said

          “yeah guys! don’t laugh! it’s not funny!” james said, staring at the floor

          “you guys are just jealous ‘cause you don’t have anyone to ask out” y/n snapped. sirius and peter stopped laughing. 

          “and what about you, still single always reading your stupid book in the corner of the common room every night” sirius replied back.

          “at least i’m doing something useful, you probably just stay in your dorm isolating yourself from everyone else!” y/n teased. remus spoke up.

          “plus, pads, she’s not single” remus proudly added

          “oh yeah? who’s she dating then moony?” sirius said, not expecting an answer

          “me” 

that word caused silence around the table. y/n’s face went pink and she drank her butterbeer. 

          “really?” james said in a fangirling voice. remus nodded proudly.

          “well.. i stand corrected, congrats guys” sirius muttered, embarrassed that he was wrong. he was used to being right all the time. 

          “oh shut up sirius, you’re just jealous because no one likes you” y/n bragged playfully. sirius rolled his eyes. 

          “whatever” he shrugged his shoulders.

[rose-n-pepper]

Big Bad Scary Older Brother

Thinking back on the first time you met Touya Todoroki, and now you find yourself in his bed.

Chapter One(??): Meet Cute

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>> a/n: Please be kind, I’ve always been a fanfic reader and NEVER thought I would ever write one, but randomly I rewatched Josie and the Pussycats over the weekend (listen, I know it’s not a great movie, but the music is bomb and it is incredibly nostalgic for me. As a millennial I need nostalgia to feel things). Listening to the song “You Don’t See Me” I had this story just stroll into my mind! If this does well I have more chapters in mind to full flesh out the relationship and the song.

>> p/n: In this world, Touya survived the accident in the forest, and let's pretend that Hawks went to UA. I like the idea that they have a tight bro relationship.

>> warning: story ends with some smut, oral f receiving, a little rough but nothing over the top. MINORS DNI 

>> pairing: Touya Todoroki x fem reader

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The first time you met Touya Todoroki was on the front steps of the Todoroki household. He stood in front of you, the handle of the front door in his hand. His UA uniform made him more imposing as he towered over you. Echoes of the doorbell ringing throughout the house. Surprise etched on both your faces. He must have opened the door as you rang the bell.

You stumble backwards almost falling off your step. A strong hand quickly reaches out to steady you.

“Oh um, sorry, I am here to pick up Fuyumi for school.” You mutter out quickly.

“Ah you must be Y/N.” Touya smirks in response, then suddenly lets your arm go.

Still unbalanced you start falling backwards, right into a firm wall halting your fall.

“Todoroki, dude you didn’t have to let go of her like that,” two firm hands steady your fall and move you down the steps. You see a blur of red feathers move past you. “Even if you did see me, you sadistic fuck.” But the boy was laughing as he said it. As your eyes adjust you see a pair of beautiful red wings sprout from his back.

“Keigo,” you say out loud before you can stop yourself. You’ve heard endless rants from your friend Fuyumi about how dreamy Keigo is. Listened to her giggle about the life she has planned for them, even helped her practice kissing for when she finally could get him alone. “Oh sorry, um, Fuyumi has told me a lot about you is all.” You somehow mutter out as you fix your uniform which had come out of place.

“Is that so,” he smirks, “I knew it.” he looks at Touya and winks. Touya rolls his eyes in response.

“C’mon bird brain, we’re gonna be late if we don’t leave now.” He states as he brushes past his friend down the stairs stopping in front of you. He slowly looks you up and down and says, “Nice meeting you Y/N.” Locking eyes with you he nods his head to the right, entranced you move to the side allowing him to pass, never once breaking eye contact. 

He blinked in thanks and strolled down the path with his hands in his pockets, “Let’s go birdie.” He raised one scared arm in a final goodbye wave as Keigo rushes to catch up with his friend.

“Awe man, I didn’t even get to see Fuyumi yet dude.” At that statement Touya balled his raised hand and brought it down on his friend's head.

“I told you to stop saying shit like that, it’s fucking gross,” he grabs the blondes head forcing him to walk in a bow, “I’m her older brother after all”

“Alright, alright, let me go man, I’ll stop.” responds Keigo.

You watch their figures shrink as they walk farther away, their bickering fading into the distance. You snap back to reality by your friend calling your name.

“Y/N? What happened, did Touya do something stupid? Ugh, he’s so annoying.” She says as she shuts the door behind her and skips down to where you stand.

“Oh, no, it was an accident, he didn’t really say much at all. But,” you smile at your friend, “Keigo was here.” you say in a sing song voice to her.

“What! And I missed him!” She groans and drops her bag in defeat.

“Oh I wouldn’t worry about it much if I were you,” you side eye her, “He seemed a little interested if you ask me.” with that you sway away from your friend following the path giggling to yourself at the dumbfounded look on your friends face. She quickly gathers up her bag and jogs after you, demanding to know the details of what was said while you laugh.

You relay the conversation that happened between the two older boys and yourself to Fuyumi who is over the moon giddy. All while brushing your hand over where Touya had grabbed your arm to steady you. It still felt warm and tingly. 

You had only ever seen pictures and heard Fuyumi talk about how annoying and mean Touya was. But you didn’t find him mean at all. He seemed kind, in a subdued way. And hell, his sister might poke fun at him for his scars, but something about them made him extra mysterious and maybe even sexy? Definitely more interesting than any other boy in your grade.

As you and Fuyumi strolled down the well known path to your school, her going on about her and Hawks life together. You wondered what it might be like to get to know Touya better. There was something about him that intrigued you, and you wanted to figure out what it was.

🍋

Thinking back on that day ten years later, you are in a daze as Touya’s head is between your legs. suckling on your sensitive bud as his tongue traces lazy circles around it earning him a pleasurable moan from you.

“Heh, finally back are you.” He says into your core, licking your juices as he continues. “What got you so distracted while I’m down here?” With that last statement he gives your thigh a quick slap which you respond with a little shriek of surprise.

“To be honest, I was thinking about you. About the first time we met.” You answer, allowing yourself to catch your breath.

He stills and locks eyes with you, a few seconds go by and he slowly climbs up your naked body, leaving hot kisses along his path. Never breaking the intense eye contact. When he reaches eye level with you he sits both of you up placing you on top of him. You straddle his hips and feel the tip of his cock, wet with precum, begging to enter you.

Smirking he asks, “the time you fell off the stairs overwhelmed with feelings for me?” He touches his forehead against yours eagerly awaiting your response as he moves his tip over your slick folds. 

You laugh and roll your eyes in amusement and pleasure. “Oh sure, falling right off the steps into the arms of the dreamy hero Hawks. Thank goodness he was there, who knows where I would be right now if he wasn’t.”

Touya’s eyes turn deadly for a fleeting moment, you know that look all to well. You smile in anticipation of the amount of pleasure you are about to receive from the man under you. You attempt to slide down on his cock to instigate his wild side a little more. You knew him well, only a little more pushing is all he needed.

“But you know,” you sigh into his ear as your fingers trace the edges of his scars and body jewelry. “All those silly little Hawklets who fawn after him must be so vanilla, they don’t know what they're missing.” You lean back a little to look him in the eye where you are met with an intense burning, “I mean, one look at the hero Dabi and you know you’re going to be fucked senseless.”

That did it, he thrust up into you with and intensity that sent your head falling back and your eyes squeezing shut. 

“Heh, you don’t think I know what you’re doing?” He asks as he bites down on your neck, you moan in response.

“You’re smart, I know you know what I’m doing. But what can I say, I’m a sucker for this dick.” You stammer out between hard thrusts.

He throws you down on the bed, never breaking his rhythm. He grasps your breasts with his hands and begins pulling and twisting your perk nipples.

“That’s my girl.” The last words he says to you that night, as he spends the next hour pleasuring you in ways you hardly dreamed of. 

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Content, you smile as your wrap yourself around the muscular sleeping frame of your partner. He was never one for aftercare, he had the hardest time staying awake after your escapades. It’s something you got used to and accepted. He showed how much he cared with his physicality in your love making and that was enough for you.

You softly place a kiss to his forehead and move his white hair out of his eyes. Snuggling up next to him you close your eyes and drift off to sleep. Thinking of how you two ended up together after so long.

[fuckingstrange]

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| "I don't like myself that much. But I'm glad you do." — Personal Prompt |

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WARNINGS: Self-hating talk, Indications of possible Autism, talk of a not-so-kind mother, cussing, kissing, probably bad writing

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WORDS: 657

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Begging y'all to be nice (or not idk) and if you know me irl fuck off (kindly or just don't talk to me abt this)

You sit in bed, your head in Reid's lap as he soothingly strokes your hair while humming an unfamiliar song to fill the silence so that you don't get that annoying ringing in your ears. You've been laying there for about thirty minutes, trying to calm down from the stressful day at the bureau where the office was just a little bit too loud, a little bit too bright, and everybody was just a little too chatty. The odd buzz that was pulsing through your body that left you on the verge of tears thirty minutes ago has calmed down tremendously with the help of his soothing humming and the feeling of his fingers carding through your hair, so much so that you're able to space out and fall into a landfill of thoughts. They're not good by any means, but it's whatever.

Reid turns his head down to look at you, smiling in a slightly worried manner when he sees how zoned out you seem. "Penny for your thoughts, baby?" He says in a quiet tone, watching the way your eyes trail up to his and seeing how it takes a minute for your vision to focus in on him. "Hey there." He greets when you finally blink, an indicator that you're back from whatever rabbit hole of thoughts you fell down.

"..hm?" You hum in question, asking him to repeat whatever he said before. He smiles before moving his hand to poke the center of your forehead. "I offered you a penny for a chance to get an idea of what's going on in that racing mind." He says, hearing the way you hum softly as you think about it.

"..I was thinking about how much you seem to like me. I, frankly, don't like myself that much. But I'm glad you do." You respond, giving a light shrug as if the way you talk bad about yourself is normal. Sadly, it is, but Reid has been trying to break you out of that habit. "Oh." He reacts, making you raise an eyebrow as you wait for him to say something more. It takes a minute but he eventually whispers, "You know I don't enjoy hearing you talk like that about yourself." Pressing a hand to your cheek before he adds, "I find you very interesting."

"..Love, I'm not that interesting. I'm just some 28 year old dumbass-" You start, though he silences you with a kiss. He holds your lips against his until he feels you melt into it, letting it linger for another few seconds before pulling back enough that he can look into your eyes. "You're not as dumb as you think. You're pretty smart, you just have certain issues that make it hard for you to voice your words correctly." He says, the compliment making you feel a little bad that you even decided to say anything. Reid notices your uneasiness, moving his hand to cup the back of your head and pulling you in for another calming kiss. "You'll learn how to take a compliment, eventually, baby." He mumbles into the kiss, "And I'll make sure you're never treated anywhere near the way your mother did." He adds.

"..I just don't understand why you're so nice to me." You admit after he removes his lips from yours, hearing him sigh makes you start to feel like you're annoying him until he suddenly pulls you to sit up in his lap. "I'm nice to you because I actually love you. You're just not used to it, and I swear that's fine." He explains, his words putting you a bit more at ease. You rest your head on his shoulder, mindlessly beginning to play with the soft fabric of his plain brown shirt. You get so lost in the soothing feeling of the soft material in your hand that you barely notice when he begins to whisper sweet nothings in your ear.

[funtimesale123]

The Koopa kids personalities

in my Reader x Bowser fic

Bowser Jr. - childish and is very much Bowsers son. Definitely lives up to his namesake and acts just like his dad but still very much a kid. Loves video games and painting. Wants to grow up to be just like his papa.

Larry Koopa - The youngest of the Koopalings. He's mute and speaks using pictures that only really Lemmy (and Kamek) understand. He's a bit mischievous and cunning. He absolutely loves sports, tennis being his favorite. (Also sometimes paints as well)

Wendy O. Koopa - Sassy and tomboyish. This spoiled little princess is an absolute daddy's girl. Adores the color pink and loves doing makeup. Really likes challenges and can get very competitive. And though she may pout and be a bit grumpy she's definitely not a sore loser and respects those that beat her.

Lemmy Koopa - Iggy's twin. The silly, fun-loving, and innocent little acrobat. Though he may not be as smart or mature as the rest of his siblings he can be very serious when he needs to be. (Is absolutely a silly little scrunkly clown who definitely has ADHD and acts based on me and my siblings with it)

Iggy Koopa - Lemmy's twin. The hyperactive crazed inventor/scientist who's just as childish and immature as his twin. Loves to invent and adores learning new things. Sometimes can be found covered in soot and ash after an invention or experiment goes wrong. Though brilliant he is still just a kid. (Probably also has ADHD)

Morton Koopa Jr. - Though he may have trouble formulating sentences properly he absolutely loves to talk. A big tough guy who's an absolute softie. Though not the smartest is definitely not dumb. (Is definitely autistic and acts based on me when I was younger as well as my autistic siblings. If you let him, he will absolutely spend all day info dumping to you like finally someone that wants to listen to me constantly talk yes!!!)

Roy Koopa - The tough guy with an attitude. Is not afraid of showing love and affection but just shows it in a very aggressive and mean way. Like if one of his siblings got hurt and was crying he'd call them an idiot and insults them as he bandages and kisses their boo-boo.

Ludwig von Koppa - The sophisticated, egotistical, and rude composer. Likes making and playing music. He believes himself to be the smartest and "real leader" of the Koopalings. (Which his siblings disagree) Though rude he is very eloquent and articulate. Despite all this he is still the caring eldest brother and absolutely loves his siblings. (I'm not sure if he's canonically the eldest but in this fic he is)

[badbunny139]

I Did a Thing

[lollyholly234]

Hi guys! This is my first fanfic so I hope you enjoy it! and sorry if the writing is bad, I am not a professional writer but I hope you guys still like it and please let me know what you want next! 😍💕❤️😘💖

Yandere Laurie Strode x Reader (Platonic)

“An obsession is a way for damage people to damage themselves more.” - Mark Barrowcliffe

You were living with the one and only Laurie Strode The woman who survived Michael Myers, She was surprisingly very nice despite her cold interior, She started treating you as if you were her granddaughter, You even met her actual granddaughter Alison Nelson and her daughter Karen Nelson and started to have family meals as if you guys were a family and you started to see them as your family too, It was very nice but then everything changed. Karen and Alison stopped showing up to the house and stopped having meals with you guys, You wondered what went wrong but then you started to see why... Laurie started to become overprotective and paranoid and then more paranoid. It was getting too much, If you were going out somewhere she would ask where? and how long? And then she would demand she come with you, You weren’t even allowed to go out partying with your friends or go and see your family, She would keep talking about Michael and keep telling you he is going to get out and stay alert. You just want it to stop and have your old Laurie back but you understood she has had a hard life and she may never heal but you just couldn’t help feeling like you need to live your live as well.

It was Friday and you have just finished work, You have just gotten promoted in the work that you have been waiting for, It had been weeks that you have been waiting for this promotion so you were really happy and have been feeling proud of yourself! Your friends decided it would be a good idea to go out to a party to celebrate your promotion and to be honest you were excited! It would be nice to celebrate this big goal and also have a bit break from everything

“Come on girl! This is a big deal! you need this! Chloe spoke excitingly and happily, Holding your hands and rubber thumbs on your hands.

“I know I am just worried about Laurie and she told me not to go tonight.” You said looking nervous and worried while holding Chloe’s hands back.

“Don’t worry she will be fine and come on you need a break, She is up your ass about everything, Don’t worry about her, She can handle it,” Chloe said looking confident and strong while letting go of your hands.

You decided she was right and you love Laurie but you need a break so you get dressed and go to do your makeup, You quickly headed downstairs and look around for any signs of Laurie, Thankfully then were none so you heard out but not known to you Laurie was standing in the bedroom window looking down with sadness and pissed look in her eyes.

You have just got back from partying with your friends, You had an amazing time with your friends it was nice to have finally some time to breathe and live, There were some times you would see some flashes of white and you saw a man in blue overalls outside standing near a tree but despite knowing who that was you just played it off as your mind playing tricks on you. Eventually you and your friends needed to head home, Chloe offered to give you a lift home but you said no and said goodbye to them and walk home.

You thankfully got home and opened the door hoping Laurie wouldn’t hear you but unfortunately for you all your luck ran out.

“I thought I told you it was not safe to go! who are those girls?!” Laurie was sitting in a chair with a glass of wine with a gun next to her looking angry and looking mad.

You turned around and looked at her shocked.

“What!? Thought you could just walk out like that knowing I didn't want you going out!? You should know better than that sweetheart.” Laurie said looking angry and sinister.

You start to get angry “I love you Laurie but I am a grown-ass woman! I am allowed to go out when I want to! You need to stop Laurie! Michael is not coming back! That asshole is locked up for good so please stop this now! We need to live our lives!

“If you are a grown-ass woman then start acting like one! Can’t you see I am trying to protect you! All of you! Michael is going to come back! He always does so you need to stay here where you are safe!

“No! You have no control over my life so stay out of it!” You run upstairs and run to your room, You heard Laurie shouting for you but you shut it out, You just wanted to get away.

Once you were inside your room you started running to pack your things ready for tomorrow, You decided you had enough, You were leaving, You have a life and you need to live and being with Laurie was just going to stop you, You love Laurie and you hope she gets the support and help she needs but you need to move on so your call Chloe to pick you up for tomorrow and schedule a time, You then go have a shower and brush your teeth, Put some sleepwear on and get into bed thinking about tomorrow and how you're going to tell Laurie.

“I am going to miss her. I just wish she would listen to me and understand that I will be okay. I don’t know what I am going to do without her.” You say before falling into the darkness of sleep.

You then wake up It is morning, Today is the day It’s time to leave, You know in your heart you will miss Laurie so much You will miss the little meals you two would have together and the love and warmth from her, The cuddles and kisses but you need freedom and space, You need your life. You started getting up but then you felt something on your chest, You tried to get up more but you couldn’t, You then looked down and saw you were strapped down to the bed.

“What The Hell.” You said looking down at the strap.

You started to shout for Laurie hoping she could help you. Laurie then comes into your room looking lovesick and smiling.

“Yes, baby? Is everything okay? Do you need help?” She said then looking down at the strap, Her smile never leaves her face.

“Oh yes that, You see sweetheart I heard about your little plan, I also heard you packing, I also heard you calling that same girl I saw you hanging out with, But what was her name? Yes that's right! Chloe so i decided you need a little bit of help knowing where you belong, So yes sweetheart your not leaving! Don't worry your money has been payed back and i packed all your things away so don't worry dear, Everything is okay,''

You looked at her shocked and scared.

“My dear you know very well that you can't leave your family behind, I know your a big girl now but your still my little grandbaby! I need to keep you and your mother and your sister safe!

Laurie then walks over to your suitcase and opens it, She takes out your journal and opens it, She then reads it.

She then looks up at you looking concerned.

“Oh my dear you don't need to hide things from me, I am your grandmother. I am here to protect you and keep you safe. You just need to trust me.” Laurie says looking lovesick.

“I do trust you, Laurie, I am just scared, I just want my freedom and my life back.” You say while looking scared not wanting to trigger her.

“You don't need to be scared ______, I just want you to be safe, I can,t lose you, sweetheart and I won't so please just do as I say please. Okay now just be a good girl and go to sleep. Goodnight Love you.” Laurie kisses you on your forehead and turns off the light and leaves the room, Leaving you in dark with your thoughts making you think about what went wrong.

[nightshadeheart11]

Just my Luck (A Twisted Wonderland Fanfiction)

This is kinda gonna be a self insert, with a different name. I’m using the English version lines because I can’t trust myself to get anything quite right. Also, the name did change several different times. From Yuet to Yuri , and finally settling for Yuridia. And because google docs is refusing to find a word within the actual document, I apologize if you find any of the past names. This will be my first ever TWST fanfiction, and my grammar and writing isn’t the best. All in all, I hope you all like it!

Main character is going to be female. 

TW: slight mention of past SH scars.

Prologue:

Chapter 1: Stranger Waking

Stirring from a somewhat deep slumber, a young woman opens her dark brown eyes. “Is it morning already?” She attempts to sit up, only to slam her forehead on what appeared to be a heavy wooden door. She hissed in pain, rubbing at the sore spot. “Ah, what the heck?!” She attempts to push against the door for a second time, slightly cursing it in Spanish.

“How did I get in here? C’mon Yuridia, think!”

A vague memory flashes across her mind. A horse drawn carriage, barreling toward her at the entrance of her university. She releases an irritated breath. 

“Perfect. The ONE time you don’t look both ways, and you wake up after the funeral.”

She knocks against the wood. “Hey! I’m not DEAD!” 

“What’s that noise?” She hears the rustling of what appears to be an animal, before a muffled voice speaks. 

“I better hurry up and find that uniform before someone spots me…”

Yuridia stiffens. “Grave robber?” She whispers to herself. She didn’t know they still existed in this era. She must prepare herself to jump out at them. She sucks at formal fighting, but she’s had fights with her feral cousins before. She clenches her fist, preparing for a fight. 

She hears them grunt slightly. “Urgggh... This lid weighs a ton!” A few moments later, Yuridia hears, “Try this on for size! Mya-ha!”

With a very unladylike yelp, Yuridia screams, “F-fire?!” Attempting to scramble away from the sapphire flames. 

“Now to grab the goods…”

Yuridia looks down, freezing at the sight of a little flaming creature. Apparently, her being awake startled it too, as it screeched a somewhat comical, 

“What?! You ain't supposed to be awake!”

Yuridia squinted. “A talking...weasel?”

Which, apparently, wasn't a good idea, as the flaming, talking weasel-cat thing angrily growled, “How... How DARE YOU! I am no WEASEL! I'm Grim, sorcerer extraordinaire!”

Ah, so your name’s Grim. Cocky little thing, isn’t he?

“Tch. Whatever. You...human! Just gimme your uniform, and be quick about it!”

Yuridia bit back a very aggressive remark. “I’d like to keep my clothing, thank you.” She sighed, “Getting roasted alive by a weasel? What will I dream of next?”

“Well keep dreamin', 'cause I ain't no weasel!”

Grim’s indignant response would have been amusing, had Yuridia not seen that the edges of her clothing (which appeared to be a very beautiful looking robe) had been ever so slightly singed. And she could smell smoke. Not a good sign. 

With an, “Ay, no manchen-” She took off with as much speed as she could muster, curing her poor athletic ability. 

She ran, slipping into what she’d assumed to be the library, attempting to catch her breath. She noticed the floating books, shaking off her shock, as she looked for a proper place to hide. Walking past a portrait, she noticed her reflection in the metal plate. She was much thinner than her college years, and the marks on her arms were a whole lot fewer. “What the-” She resembled herself when she had become a freshman at her high school. “I-If this is a dream, I'm ready to wake up now.” 

Suddenly, flames erupted around the library, eliciting a slight terrified squeal from Yuridia. This is where I die… Again.

“Foolish human! Did you really think you could slip away from ME?” Yuridia, now on the ground, was attempting to inch away from the fiery creature. Why was her life like this? She closed her eyes, fighting back tears. “Now, unless you wanna get burned to a crisp, take off that-”

A loud crack resounded through the library, reminding Yuridia of her father’s heavy belt from Durango. No. It sounded more like a… whip?

“Me-YEOW! That hurt! What gives?”

Ouch. You’d have my sympathy, if you hadn’t tried to set me on fire.

“Consider it tough love.” Came a deep, masculine voice. Yuridia pried her eyes open, shakily letting her eyes trail upward to a man that very much resembled a crow. …Un hombre-cuervo?

“What-?” Yuridia stared in confusion as she stood. 

The crow-man turned to face her, “Ah, I've found you at last. Splendid. I trust you're one of this year's new students?”

“Hold on, Student?”

If he’d heard her, he didn’t seem to care much. “ My, were you ever eager to make your debut.”

“I-” Yuridia began, once again being cut off.

“And bringing a poorly trained familiar with you? That is a clear violation of the school's rules.” Ok, clearly this crow-man loved hearing himself talk. “Habla hasta por los codos.” She could almost hear her mother remark. 

“As if I'd serve some lowly human! Now lemme go!” Grim argued, struggling against the whip.

“Yes, yes. Rebellious familiars always say that. Do be quiet for a bit, won't you?”

“Mmmrph!”

He turned to face her, once again, this time, with a look that somewhat resembles disappointment. “Dear me. Of all the students I've dealt with, you're the first with temerity enough to open their own gate and step out of it. Does the very notion of patience elude you?” 

Now, being hot tempered ran in her family. Which meant that she was raised to have a sharp tongue, especially whenever someone was being rude or insulting. However, she was also introverted, so she knew when to bite her tongue. Which is exactly what she was doing now. How dare this bird-man assume that she was impatient!

“No matter. Your orientation has already begun. Let us return to the Mirror Chamber.”

Yuridia took this as a chance to ask the bird-man a question. “Student...?” So this place was a school. Great. This definitely can’t get any worse. 

He looked annoyed to be answering her. “You awakened in a room full of gates, did you not?”

“Oh, so the coffins are gates.” She muttered to herself. 

Once again ignored, she heard him say, “All of the students here at the campus arrived by passing through such gates. Although typically the students have restraint enough to wait until I open them before waking up.” 

She made eye contact with the chaotic fiery creature. “I think something blew the lid off mine…” Grim had no decency, as she assumed that if he were not bound, he would have stuck his tongue out at her. 

“The culprit appears to be that familiar of yours. You're the one who insisted on bringing it, so curtailing its behavior is your responsibility!”

“God give me patience… He’s not-”

“But now is not the time for such a prattle. You've a student orientation to attend! Go on, now. Make haste.” He turned toward the door. 

“Wait! First, just tell me one thing: Where am I?”

He froze, looking at her in confusion. “Hm? Have you not fully regained consciousness? The timespace teleportation must have addled your memories…”

“Timespace…?”

“Well, these things happen, I suppose. I shall explain it to you while we walk. Truly, my magnanimity is boundless.”

She bit back a reply. To her, he was anything but magnanimous. If she was at the mercy of a self-centered birdman, then she would let him believe whatever he wanted. 

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She took in the sights of the supposed school. Its beauty was nearly breathtaking, and she regretted not being able to reach for her phone. She had at least kept her bag.

She was shaken out of her thoughts by the masked man clearing his throat. 

“This is Night Raven College. It is an institution for students the world over who demonstrate a rare aptitude for magic. It is the most prestigious academy of its sort in all of Twisted Wonderland. And I am Dire Crowley. Having been entrusted with its care by the chairman, I serve as headmage.”

“Twisted Wonderland…? That sounds oddly familiar. Wait… Magic?!”

The Birdman, who’d finally revealed his name as Dire Crowley, once again ignored her. Unsurprising, yet equally annoying. “Only those who the Dark Mirror perceives as having a talent for magic are admitted to the college. Those who are selected are summoned to the campus through those "gates," which can appear anywhere.”

“A black carriage bearing one such gate should have come to meet you.”

Yuridia winced at the memory of the carriage barreling toward her. Did she actually die? Or was it something else. “I do kinda remember a horse with a scary face…” She admitted. 

Crowley nodded, dismissively waving his hand. “Yes, yes. That black carriage serves to receive a student chosen by the Dark Mirror. It too bears a gate that connects to this campus. And as you know, sending a carriage to meet someone on a special day is a time-honored tradition.” 

“Hijo de tu-” She swallowed back the rest of the curse. As calmly as she could, and shaking with barely contained rage, she continued. “So this carriage dragged me here against my will?”

Grim struggled against the whip. “Mmfff! Mmmmmmfff!”

Crowley ignored her passive aggressive statement, further infuriating her.

“Now, let us attend your orientation.” He continued walking, making sure she was following. Yuridia slightly cursed under her breath before following. Honestly, her luck was horrible. 

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Ok, that’s chapter 1 of the prologue, unedited so I’m certain that it kind of sucks. But, I hope you all like it! Thanks for reading!

[ollibeuu]

oh my god

i just remembered that in sixth grade a wrote a collaborative overwatch fic about jetpack cat for my creative writing class. we colourcoded every single name, and there were three total documents. i wrote a sequel that same year and that was fifteen pages long and sixteen chapters

tl;dr: I HAVE 24 PAGES OF FANFICTION WRITTEN BY AN ELEVEN YEAR OLD ABOUT A CAT WITH A JETPACK

[inkskinned]

please i love you i'm begging you bring back suspension of disbelief bring back trusting the audience like. i cannot handle any more dialogue that sounds like a legal document. "hello, i am here to talk to you about the incident from a few minutes ago, because i feel you might be unwell, and i am invested in your personal wellbeing." "thank you, i am unwell because the incident was hurtful to me due to my childhood, which was bad." I CANT!!!!

do you know how many people are mad that authors use "growled" as a word for "said"? it's just poetics! they do not literally mean "growled," it's just a common replacement for "said with force but in a low tone." it's normal! do you hear me!! help me i love you please let me out of here!!!

[bardofavon]

not to be controversial bc I know this is like…not in line with shifting opinions on fanfic comment culture but if there’s a glaring typo in my work I will NOT be offended by pointing it out. if ao3 fucks up the formatting…I will also not be offended by having this pointed out…

‘looking forward to the next update’ and ‘I hope you update soon!’ are different vibes than a demand, and should be read in good faith because a reader is finding their way to tell you how much they love it. I will not be mad at this.

‘I don’t usually like this ship but this fic made me feel something’ is also incredibly high praise. I’m not going to get mad at this.

even ‘I love this fic but I’m curious about why you made [x] choice’ is just another way a reader is engaging in and putting thought into your work.

I just feel like a lot of authors take any comment that’s not perfectly articulated glowing praise in the exact manner they’re hoping to receive it in bad faith.

fic engagement has been dropping across the board over the last several years, and yes it’s frustrating but it isn’t as though I can’t see how it happens. comment anxiety can be a real thing. the last thing anyone wants to do is offend an author they love, and that means sometimes people default to silence.

idk where I’m going with this I guess aside from saying unless a comment is outright attacking me I’m never going to get mad at it, and I think a lot of authors should feel the same way. ESPECIALLY TYPOS PLZ GOD POINT OUT MY TYPOS.