#fk/reader

[daughterscars62]

He's Keeping An Eye On Everyone : - )

[smileforusau]

"I Can Get You Anything. Just Do No Wander Off"

[bonsiii-art]

💙🩷💛The Ivory Dragon's nicknames for their beloved💕

[saltyprincessblog]

Grump and Pupp

Pairings: Grumpy!Billy Butcher x Sunshine!Reader

Summary: Billy Butcher and the reader with the Shrek and Donkey dynamic. Basically Butcher is a grumpy old man and you are like a cute puppy yapping and following him everywhere and no matter how much he tries to get you off of his ass you just can't seem to get a hint.

(Recently rewatched Shrek and he reminded me of Butcher lol. I thought a dynamic like that would be so funny with him so I gave butch a sweet yapping friend who he cannot get rid of)

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Billy Butcher was no stranger to solitude. In fact, he preferred it that way—peace and quiet, no one to answer to, no one to bother him. But that all went out the window the day you stumbled into his life, a young, bright-eyed, relentlessly cheerful force of nature that had somehow decided he was your new best friend.

He didn’t know how it happened. One moment he was alone, enjoying a quiet pint at his favorite dingy pub, and the next, there you were, plopping down beside him like you belonged there, chatting away like you’d known him for years.

“You look like someone who could use a friend,” you’d said with a grin, as if that explained everything.Butcher had glared at you, silently willing you to leave. But you didn’t take the hint—in fact, you didn’t seem to notice the hint at all.

And from that moment on, it was like you’d attached yourself to him with some sort of invisible leash, following him everywhere, talking his ear off, and generally driving him up the wall.

“Oi, Butcher! You ever think about getting a pet?” you asked one day as the two of you wandered through the city, your voice as bubbly as ever. “I bet you’d be great with a dog! Or maybe a cat—they’re more independent, like you. But then again, cats can be kinda grumpy, and you’re already grumpy enough…”

Butcher stopped in his tracks, spinning around to face you. “Will you just shut it for five bloody minutes?”You blinked at him, your smile never wavering.

“Sure! But can I just say one more thing?”

He groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’re gonna say it anyway, aren’t you?” “Yep!” you chirped. “I was just thinking, wouldn’t it be fun if we had a secret handshake? Like, something really complicated with lots of fist bumps and twirls—oh, and maybe a little dance at the end! It’d be our thing, you know?”

Butcher stared at you, wondering how in the hell you’d managed to survive this long. “A secret handshake? You’re serious?”

“As serious as a heart attack!” you replied, nodding eagerly. “Come on, let’s come up with one right now!”

Butcher rubbed his face, feeling the last of his patience slipping away. “Listen, I ain’t got time for handshakes or dances or any of this bollocks. I’ve got a job to do, and you’re just in the way.”

You frowned for the first time, looking genuinely confused. “In the way? But I’m helping, aren’t I? I mean, who else is gonna keep you company while you do… whatever it is you do?”

Butcher opened his mouth to retort, but the words died on his tongue. You were right—well, sort of. He didn’t need company, but for some reason, you’d stuck around longer than anyone else ever had. And despite himself, he couldn’t completely hate it. Not that he’d ever admit that, of course.

“Look,” he said, trying to sound as stern as possible. “I’m a dangerous bloke, alright? People who get close to me end up gettin’ hurt. You’d do well to bugger off while you still can.”

You just grinned at him, completely unfazed. “Dangerous, shmangerous! I’m not going anywhere, Best friends stick together, Butcher!”

Butcher let out a long, suffering sigh. “Christ, you’re like a bloody tick…”

But despite his grumbling, he found himself continuing down the street, with you happily tagging along beside him, yapping away about something or other.

And as much as he tried to tune you out, he couldn’t help but catch bits and pieces of your chatter.

“—and then we could get matching jackets! Maybe something with skulls on the back, or flaming swords! Oh, and we definitely need a cool team name. How about ‘Butcher’s Team’? Or maybe ‘The Butcher Bunch’? No, wait! I’ve got it—‘The Grump and The Pup’!”

Butcher shook his head, half-amused despite himself. “You’re a right pain in the arse, you know that?”

“Yep!” you replied cheerfully. “But you love me anyway.”He scoffed, but there was no heat behind it.

“Keep tellin’ yourself that, sunshine.”

[starlightkun]

finders keepers ⇢ teaser 1

⇢ teaser word count: 1162 | full fic: 37.8k total (22.7k & 15.1k) ⇢ genre: sci-fi/science fantasy au, soulmate au, alien!jungwoo, human!reader, slow burn, fluff and angst ⇢ warnings: blood/injury mentions (but like, alien blood, if that makes a difference?), a couple needle/injection mentions, if u get secondhand embarrassment this one might hurt in places, a couple crude jokes about alien stuff iykwim (reader’s friends r kind of the worst), this fic is just a rlly sweet soulmate au i swear idk why these tags look horrendous 😭 ⇢ extra info: this will be released in two parts bc of tumblr’s 1000-block limit that was put in place to hurt me personally :)) BUT both parts will be released on the same day ⇢ estimated release: saturday, november 30, 2024, 3:00 p.m. eastern time (sign up for my taglist here)

At your building, Johnny and Jaehyun helped you drag the spaceman up to your apartment on the third floor, and you had them deposit him on your bed. Johnny brought his travel vet kit up from the car, and together, you managed to get the shiny silver jacket off of him. Underneath, he had a fairly plain white top, which was also torn and blood-soaked. Johnny snapped on a pair of gloves before he pushed the hem up to appraise the stranger’s side, where there was a huge gash in his flesh.

“Oh, Christ, okay,” Johnny sighed, inspecting the wound. “I guess I’ll disinfect and suture it up?”

“Just do it,” you mumbled, pressing a towel to the man’s sweat-sheened forehead.

“Jaehyun, mind assisting?”

“You do know the ‘Dr.’ I put in front of my name is just decorative, right? It’s in Poetry—”

“And now you can brag to all your colleagues that you’ve done real medicine like a real doctor,” Johnny snapped back. “Disinfectant, get it.”

With Jaehyun assisting him, Johnny made quick work of patching him up. Pressing the bandages down over the site so the adhesive would stick, Johnny then disposed of his navy-splattered gloves. He grabbed a stethoscope, putting the end up against the spaceman’s chest.

“I think he’s alive?” Johnny announced. “I don’t know. If he is, he doesn’t have a heart because I’m not getting anything.”

He shifted the placement, presumably to listen to his breathing, and an even more bewildered look overtook his features. Sliding the stethoscope over to the right side of the man’s chest, he sat there for a moment, just listening.

“It’s on the other side,” he breathed out. “His heart’s on the right side.”

“But he has a heartbeat?” You clarified.

“Yeah, he does. Faint, but it’s there. He’s breathing, too. A bit shallow, but otherwise normal. I think.”

You let out a sigh of relief. “Thank God.”

“I don’t think there’s anything else I can do until he wakes up. If he wakes up.”

“Right, thank you Johnny,” you smiled wearily your friend. “I’ll call you when he wakes.”

Jaehyun and Johnny looked at each other skeptically. Jaehyun spoke up, “You’re going to stay here alone with some rando we literally pulled out of a burning hunk of metal?”

“My couch only fits one person. So unless you two are offering to sleep on the floor to protect me or whatever?”

“Call us if anything happens,” Johnny sighed, packing up all of his supplies.

“Of course,” you nodded. “Thanks, guys.”

You heard the sound of your front door clicking shut as you stayed sitting on the edge of your mattress, wiping the spaceman’s face. He really did look human, two eyes that were now shut, lashes resting on his cheeks, a nose practically just like yours, with an elegant slope to the bridge, and a pair of plush, pouty lips.

He let out a soft sigh, his head rolling over towards you. But then he went silent and still again.

You finished cleaning up his face as best you could, then pulled the covers up over him. Readjusting his bangs that had been stuck together by the damp washcloth you’d used, you gave a final determined nod to nobody in particular before standing up. Grabbing a change of pajamas from your dresser, you got everything you’d need from in here for the night, then went to leave.

“Alright…” You stopped at the threshold of your bedroom, looking over the spaceman’s sleeping figure one last time. “Goodnight, I suppose.”

And with that, you turned the lights out, and quietly closed the door behind you. You were sure to leave it slightly ajar, though, just in case. After taking a much-needed shower and getting ready for bed in your bathroom, you headed out to the living room. You set up a few pillows and blankets into a comfy-enough makeshift bed, then tucked yourself in. Despite the exhaustion in your muscles, the excitement of the night hadn’t worn off yet, and you laid awake for another hour just staring at your bedroom door.

Waking up in the morning to sunlight streaming in through your living room windows, you covered your eyes with a groan and rolled over to bury your face in the back cushions. The sound of your phone buzzing incessantly from the coffee table came, however, and with a guttural groan, you flopped back over to pick it up.

“Yeah?” You mumbled, not even checking the caller ID.

“Y/N?” It was Yuta on the other end.

“Who the fuck else would it be? You called me at whenever-the-fuck-in-the-morning.”

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”

“Couch,” you corrected him, swinging your feet over as you sat up properly. “I slept on the couch.”

“Gave E.T. your bed? Such a kind hostess.”

The mention of your guest woke you up more. You got to your feet, shuffling towards the bedroom with a yawn. “Yeah, you know me, I’m a fuckin’ peach.”

“So how’s the…” Yuta dropped his voice to whisper into the phone, “Alien?”

The door hadn’t moved since last night, and you cautiously pushed it open to peer inside. You could see the stranger exactly where you had left him, laying on his back under your blankets, chest shallowly rising up and down. Pushing further into the room, you hesitated on whether to try to find a pulse again. You settled for trying once around his wrist, and if it didn’t work, then you’d just have to assume he was fine.

Surprisingly, you found his pulse in one go, and it felt steady.

“Fine, I think,” you answered Yuta quietly, walking back over towards your door. “He’s breathing, he has a heartbeat. He’s just not… ambulatory.”

“Still passed out cold?”

“Yeah.”

“Imagine if he was in one of those comas that you don’t wake up from, and we just had to deal with this comatose alien.”

“Stop, you’re going to manifest that or something!” You hissed.

“Not manifesting, just joking.”

“You’re hilarious.”

“Anyway, some of us went back to the beach this morning, because Mark really wanted to see the UFO—”

“Don’t touch anything!”

“We couldn’t. The whole place is locked down. Couldn’t even park on the shoulder, it was swarming with cops. They were still putting out the fire.”

“Do you think any of the ship survived?”

“I have no clue. Doyoung said he’d ask his dad about it.”

Doyoung’s dad was the fire chief, making your participation in the conflagration last night even more dicey.

“Tell him to call me as soon as he finds out anything.”

“I think he was already planning on that, but I’ll make sure he knows.”

“Good. Also, I’m sorry for kicking you in…” You trailed off as you turned around to see two big brown eyes staring at you from your bed. “I’ve got to go, Yuta. I’ll call you back.”

“What’s hap—”

You hung up.

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[storytimewithtibby]

Helloo, literally anything with Easterman or Coyle and a male reader would heal me 🙏 your writing is so amazing

warnings: non con somnophilia, dub con hand job, dub con anal fingering, hendrick easterman x male!reader x leland coyle word count: 1,475 work - one shot

a/n -slaps this request with the whynotboth.gif-

     A twitch had you jumping, colliding with someone behind you, which only startled you again as you’d been left alone once the prime asset had been sedated. You’d swear it was taking more each time to put him under, looking over your shoulder to see Dr. Easterman and your stomach dropped. The only way this could be worse was if he’d brought Avellanos or Lawler. 

“He’s magnificent, isn’t he?’ Easterman murmured, walking past you and around to the other side. “Even resting there’s an almost siren call to him, the charisma is so potent it’s unable to be ignored even when he sleeps.’ 

     Carefully winding the wires into a manageable coil, pun unintentional but hilarious, using your arm and hand to spool. Some of them would need to be replaced if he were to be fully efficient, a couple of them melted and not providing the type of power they should. Unsure if you should step out and give Easterman time alone with the asset, you figured it would be better to keep working. The sooner you were done the sooner you could go on break, could have a quick nap in a bunk somewhere. 

     He watched with an intensity that could feel like a physical touch, one that found skin and trailed down, lower, gently wrapping lips ar- Clearing your throat, in an attempt to clear your head, you set the clothes aside in neat little stacks and picked up your recorder. The little hook clattered as you hung it near the asset’s head, pressing the button that would rotate the bed from horizontal to angled vertical once the straps were secure. 

“Prime Asset Coyle, trials ran fifteen, three of which ran co op with Prime Asset Gooseberry.’ You started, pulling the clipboard off the table, hesitating before holding it out to Easterman who shook his head. “Asset shows several contusions, previous attending recorded a collection of 150g of glass splinters and pieces removed from clothing and skin.’

     Double checking the marked areas with the nude man’s, you felt Easterman’s breath against your neck, head turning slightly to see he was looking over your shoulder. That was fine, boss wanted an eye on things, you could handle that, shifting aside as you signed the form to show it had been double checked. Now came the slightly awkward moment, setting the clipboard down to put on a pair of gloves. 

“Several small incisions reported require liquid stitching, a deep puncture from a door trap triggered by reagent will require deeper tissue dissolvable stitching.’ Fingers lightly sifting through the coarse beard hair found the small wound, finger tips on either side of it as you applied the liquid suture and pinched it shut. “Note: liquid suture is running low, request replacements as soon as possible.’ 

“Consider it done.’ 

     The tube fell from your fingers, staring sightlessly at the unconscious man as you remembered Easterman’s presence. How you’d forgotten you couldn’t say, but now you were hyper aware of it again, fingers skimming along the asset’s skin to make sure there weren’t any other unaccounted shards of glass. The reagents really liked to throw those damned bottles that were littered everywhere. 

     Feeling something brush your stomach, you rolled your eyes upward in a silent query as to whomst you had pissed the fuck off to have this happen now. Normally you could just ignore it, while you’d caused it, it wasn’t like he was aware of what he was doing. It would be immoral to… Glancing at the fingers around your wrist, you fought against the gentle pressure for a moment before giving in. 

     Curiosity killed the cat, and you felt blood rush lower, fingers guided to skim along the erect penis of one very unconscious man. You really should say something, glancing at the recorder, trying to pull your hand back a little half heartedly if you were honest. There was an injury to his thigh, a rather long but shallow wound that had already clotted. 

“We should be tending to our assets, helping make sure no distractions disrupt their ability to think, to place themselves wholly in the moment.’ His voice was low in your ear, and you wanted to say the only reason you wrapped your fingers around Coyle’s cock was because you were coerced. “Frustration can cloud the mind, cause irregularities in an individual who would normally be focused on the task at hand.’

     It felt like a punch to the gut feeling Easterman’s fingers press against your cock through the layers of fabric, hips jerking as in a shameless attempt to get more pressure. Your hand squeezed, Coyle letting out a raspy groan as his head twitched briefly, precum trickling down the side of your palm. Slowly stroking, mimicking the same technique you wished you could be using on your own right then, you were rewarded with a slurred grunt of Just like that…

“While our assets aren’t quite the family we are here at Murkoff,’ you’d forgotten that whole Daddy thing he had going on, there was a pool betting it was a kink thing and not just a paternal hope for the better. “They still deserve a similar respect and care, like we take care of you.’

     The pool was heavily leaning towards kink with a couple of people just being obstinate, or sycophants no one was sure. The tug at your waist made your hand flex and a low whimper fell from Coyle’s lips, your cock aching as it pressed against the zipper of your slacks. You didn’t know he could make a noise like that, your hips already shifting as the zipper triggered a staccato of vibrations, testicles shifting as the pleasure coiled low in your belly. 

“We do like you happy, sated.’ His fingers were cool, a slight discomfort easily ignored feeling the pad of his thumb sending a sharp pleasure spearing through you as it rubbed back and forth over the slit. “A keen mind needs honing, but should also be cultivated through careful pruning of distractions.’ 

     Nodding, sure, yeah. Damned distractions ruined everything. The air was cool against your legs as your slacks gave up their tenuous grip on your thighs, pooling around your feet. Hips rocking as he wrapped his hand around your glans, feeling the pressure slowly move down, breath catching in your lungs as a slick finger pressed, entered, so slowly you couldn’t help squirming. 

“If there were no firm hand to keep you all on the intended path, it would be utter chaos.’ A choked noise escaped you, his grip tight and punishing, your knees wobbling before awkwardly falling onto them as your restricted ankles almost sent you toppling face first into Coyle. “But a little obedience goes a long way, an open mind, open eyes taking in every little detail. And an open mouth to let out those clever observations, breathe in the sense of accomplishment and worth it leaves behind.’

     Was that meant to be a hint? Bracketed by long legs as he crouched down beside you, fuckin talent if you were honest considering you were pretty sure you’d dropped like a stone and he’d just kept pace. God if he just kept the pace, his hand sticky, tugging at skin, each discomfort gathering itself in the basket of your belly. Your tongue ached as you bit down on it as he slowly working in a second finger, twisting, shifting, your head falling back as he pressed down on the bundle of nerves that upended the basket. 

“We appreciate everything you do, you are the vertebrate that make up the spine, the ribs that cage and protect our precious organs from damage.’ 

     It was hard to hear him over the rush of blood in your ears, leaning forward to lick the drop of precum that hung from the tip of Coyle’s cock. The murmured good boy in your ear, his fingers relentlessly grinding, sending spark after spark of pleasure through you until your entire body tensed. A low hum of approval in your ear trickled through the static, mouth opening and closing as you tried to make noise. Salt and bitter fluid slicked your tongue as you slid your mouth onto Coyle’s shaft, using it to stifle yourself. 

“Truly a pillar, each and everyone of you, unflagging, unwavering in your devotion.’ It was too much, twisting your hips, hands clenched into fists. Oh god why hadn’t you just covered your mouth with your fucking ha- “We know you swallow back your pride and hurt when things don’t go as expected, but we are here to listen. To lend a helping hand if the burden becomes too much.’

     You felt his cock twitch against your soft palette right before semen hit your tonsils, coating the back of your throat. And like the good employee you were, you swallowed it down. 

[pvnks0ul]

There's no way her feet are this damn big

[romance-is-tragic]

Hey, Anna! I was just wondering if you could do a 'How the DC Legends would kiss y/n'. I'm working on a Leonard Snart fanfic and I'm having trouble describing how he would kiss/comfort my character who's going through a messy breakup.

Have a good day/night

Headcanons! How The DC Legends Would Kiss Fem! Y/N

Summary: See title. By the way, this is a select few characters from Season 1. Let us assume that this isn't the first kiss. Because I don't remember how to write first kisses.

A/N: I have been AWOL for several freaking years. Matters progressed. At some point during Covid, I kinda gave up on fanfiction because school got busy. But this was a cute little prompt I just had to pick up. (Totally not procrastinating on an essay here!) Took me fifteen minutes to do this. Not my best work, but I'm glad I got back into fanfiction. To everyone who still reads my younger self's work, thank you so much! Love you guys <3

PS. Thanks so much for asking @buckybarnesismylife! I'm glad you thought of me <3

Jefferson Jackson/Jax (Firestorm #2)

I see Season 1 Jax as... kinda shy? Kinda sweet? He likes you, he likes likes you, he likes likes you very much. But... PDA and whatnot, nope. He steals kisses from you when you're alone together.

Maybe he's in the engine room, tinkering. Or in the lab, doing... lab work. You're sitting to the side, reading a book, writing a poem, scrolling through Tumblr? Every so often, he gets up, places a kiss to your forehead, temple, cheek. You are this man's pomodoro technique.

And every so often, you pull him to you, place your lips against his. He's gentle. He cradles you close, a hand running through your hair. He draws it out. He enjoys it. You enjoy it. And when you pull away for air, a shy smile peeks through. And maybe even... a blush?

Leonard Snart (Captain Cold)

He is gentle with nobody but you. Yes, he's a slick sweet-talker, but with you, he's different. Softer. Maybe even sweeter. And he ain't afraid to show how much he likes you.

His kisses are casual. A kiss to your forehead as you sleep, a kiss to your shoulder as you work. Simple little kisses that send shivers down your spine. Now is that because of the cold gun, his frosty personality, or something else entirely? Who knows?

But his kisses are also very very not casual. Before missions, he holds you close. He feels the contours of your body under his hands. Such gentle hands, memorising every inch of your skin. A kiss to your forehead, on each eyelid, tip of your nose, then your lips. Long, hard, deep. A kiss to remember.

And after missions? Screw the kisses. He's just glad to know that you're alive. And well. And his. Okay, maybe some kisses. A lot of kisses.

Martin Stein (Firestorm #1)

He would not. Man is madly in love with Clarissa, and he would never dream of cheating on her. Shame on y'all for asking. (Did Martin ever cheat on Clarissa? It's been several years since I've seen the show... so... Someone tell me?)

Mick Rory (Heatwave)

I don't see Mick kissing anyone. Obviously, he is capable of affection, but it takes him time. He's more the huggy type? Maybe, just maybe, he places his lips against your temple as you sleep. He loves you. So so much. He's just scared to show it.

Ray Palmer (Atom)

Golden retriever vibes here. When this man likes you, he likes you. You tinker in the lab alongside him. The two of you work in comfortable quiet, the silence punctuated by the whisper of his kisses along your face, neck and shoulders. How this man ever gets work done, nobody knows.

But those are the casual kisses. On long languid afternoons, you lay in bed together, and he kisses you. Over and over and over. This man worships you and he lets you know. His hands pull you closer, he wraps you in his arms, and his kisses find their way to your lips. Over and over and over.

Sara Lance (White Canary)

Not typically the touchy feely type. When she kisses you, she means it. And they're not gentle either. They might start off gentle. Tender kisses against your lips, nips at your neck and collarbone. But then they get rough. Her lips working against yours, her tongue exploring your mouth. She pushes you into the wall, holds you there. You don't complain. Your hands find her hair, her hands find your waist. She kisses you ferociously, with an intensity you've never felt before. When she pulls away, your lips are chapped, bruised. Then the kisses get gentle again. Tender apologetic kisses against your swollen lips, across your eyelids and cheeks.

[daughterscars62]

So I Made A Little Oneshot Au.

It's Called Helpful Pabit Au :>

[smileforusau]

He's Keeping An Eye On Everyone. : - )

[lexiene]

[ ✧ ° : thoughts # 24 : ° ✧ ]

Inspired by this couple tiktok vid ehehe ( /^ ▽ ^ )/

When you and Megumi go out for grocery cause you ran out of things like snacks and essentials especially your favorite pregnancy food for craving moments even though you are barely 5 weeks, already craving for more sweets. In which Megumi deadpanned when you demanded him to go out and buy.

It can't be helped though, cause he loves ya.

While in the store you were planning something for him that makes your feet giggling in excitement as Megumi grab and pulls out the small cart that will be using and he said to you that he'll start with the beverage aisle and kisses your knuckles (cause thats his love language dont ask me) and you nodded and kiss his cheek which painted his cheeks red.

Then your plan starts as you see a variety of balloons clipped in their stand you of course choose the dog one with the resemblance of his precious Divine Dogs.

You quickly unclipped the object and circle around the aisle to met his back facing you he was still looking at the beverage scanning for cheaper one.

You take your chance and slowly clip the balloon to his jacket. Locator secured.

You stiffen your laugh making Megumi turns to you saying 'what?' and you said 'nothing' you then follow up to him that you go to the baby aisle searching for toys for the upcoming baby you'll be sure to find him in no time. As he looked at you in questionable why are you giggling then proceed to the next aisle.

After you grabbed the cute baby toys you then search for your husband instead calling him you look up from the aisle and beam.

He's in the pasta aisle, with the locator floating.

As the time goes by, Megumi starts to suspecting something from you that you won't stop giggling everytime you approach him while you put down the things needed into the cart and saying your going to the next aisle.

Maybe your hormones just being extremely happy?

Then later on an old lady chuckle behind his back saying 'Is there something wrong?' he questions the elder then she pointed up and following her pointed above and froze in embarrassment.

Is that a balloon?

Was that with him all the time and he didn't even noticed?

The elder lady points 'What an extremely adorable thing floating around you young man, must be your lover's doing,' she chuckles again as his ears turned completely red and apologizes to her that he caused a distraction removed it from him but she didn't mind at all and said that was normal and entertaining.

Oh he's gonna serious talk with you.

Finally you grabbed the last thing from today's list and time to get or rather find Megumi in easy way as you search the balloon and noticed that the balloon was gone like completely gone.

Shoot. He must been noticed it.

As your hip met with clank of the cart behind you is your angry lookin husband glares at you and the balloon seating and tied in the cart so it won't float.

'It seems you planned this from the start and now you got me embarrassed' he torts at you.

You only stared at him and then completely laughed out which melt down his embarrassment into lovingly state. But still you apologize to him and adorably said because he was adorable on it.

He sighed to himself that he couldn't take you so much because it was your fault making him falling in love with you again. ( Tehee )

[educatedsimps]

daily convos with Jo: how to tell if your friend is slowly descending into the depths of insanity

[vyph2001]

Maid OG!CIH

[itsheccincheebs]

So what if Izuku nearly has a stroke before their first date even begins? He's doing his best, okay?! Meanwhile, Aria knows exactly what she's doing...

Read from the beginning...

[storytimewithtibby]

like the local trash semi domesticated eldritch abomination that i am, i cannot hear an evanescence song and not immediately have a hugo strange fic idea

do not come for me it will not avail you i do not control the insp it possesses me, rides me ragged, and then leaves for like three to five business days while i try to recover.

[gutspiller]

sin triangle - I

read it on ao3 here

There’s nothing like finding the perfect thing. Which might as well be everything for you, little magpie.

While you were on one of your weekly walks, definitely not avoiding your blatant debt and lack of knowledge on what a loan was— you stumbled upon this fancy little hotel. It was one you had seen on TV, the flashy picture box straining your eyes but being completely irresistible to not do so. It had been rebuilt, you saw, the abrasive signs blazing in every direction.

Upon smashing through a window you had previously thought to be an open balcony, you’ve come to find a year’s worth of shinies. Plucking a shard of glass out the flesh of your shoulder, you sift through tons of trinkets. Necklaces, pretty metallic blades, earrings, soda tabs..

In other words: A gold mine!

“Oh, oh! This is gorgeous.”

“Yes, yes, this is so shiny and beautiful and..”

You whisper under your breath with, frankly, inconsistent caution, eyeing a fancy little charm. “This too!” You look over at the rack below it, gasping in awe and swiping a fancy little copper broach encrusted with jewels. You flip it over, and on the back there’s an engraved date from a long time ago— the rust creeping up the sides. It’s dated to around the time you were alive, 1926. “So many pretties..” Looking behind you to check for intruders, you shriek. (Not minding the fact of the matter is that you are the detested intruder) You feel a hand reach around your back to rest on your shoulders. Spindly claws tap at your collarbone, too cold to be even remotely close to human.

“Oh, aren’t you just darling?” A devilish man asks close to your ear, and you can almost feel your knees buckle. It sounds awfully like.. Static. Um, but he’s complimenting you at least..? This is for sure just one of Alastor’s many sly ways of taunting you— but you pay the insinuations no mind. This one is too much a threat— and a tall glass of water —for you to not lean into his tricks. You’ve got to hold on to hope somehow, right? Ha..

Pushing away every single warning, bubbling thought in your mind, you slip your hands in your pockets and rock on your feet nervously. “Um, thank you, sir..?” Your voice cracks, and in a fit of embarrassment, you shoot your head down and clear your throat. Ugh, no.

This just won’t do.

Getting caught first thing in the morning is not what you were planning on doing today. And it clearly also wasn’t the case for this fellow. “Well, ta-ta! I’ve got to run!” You squeal, and attempt to slide out of the grandiose hotel. Your glossy wings expand, the greenish-turquoise plumage shining in the light coming through the windows. (Maybe you should do this sort of thing at night..) It was silly of you to even try and steal from the infamous Radio Demon, and at the very least; a guaranteed death sentence.

If you didn’t make it out now, there’s definitely no other side for you to enjoy. It wasn’t like you were going to be spared, much less magically appear in Heaven beyond your expiration date. All you are at this point is curdled milk, as so with every sinner to die and be sunk down to the depths of torture.

To your hellish luck, he lets you escape. By escape, he means let you fall into the claws of the hotel’s residents. They’re pests, but you’re sure you can kill a few to glide by easily. What you don’t expect is for those same residents to be even capable of pinning you down like a twisted game at the carnival.

You thrash in place, and barely hold off dry heaving as you see Alastor’s form descend from his Voodoo-esque shadows. You were dead. You were a right fool to think you could escape the worst overlord in hell— who did you think you were? To even dare to think he didn’t have this all figured out from the moment he spotted you dawdling near his possessions.

The demon’s voice drawls out evilly, a sinister tone itching you under your skin. “Filthy,” He sings. “Little,” You swallow your mucus, choking out a cough. “Thief.” It was a decent run, in the end. To be sad about it would be a waste— Huh?

Suddenly, party streamers litter the room with an annoyingly high-pitched squeak. For a second, you think you’re being suffocated, but the crêpe paper proves otherwise. It is scratchy on your skin, and a familiar face you know for a fact you’ve seen on the TV down at the shops appears in your blotchy vision. Opening and closing your mouth like a fish out of water, miss little “Charlie Morningstar!” yaps in your face without reason.

Maybe you’d rather die.

But at least you have the pretties!