#i have serious things i want to work on and yet. and yet.

[arxiwon]

hello! can i request a high school/college au fic (maybe a boarding school like decelis academy) where niki and reader are frenemies/rivals who secretly like each other but are too prideful to admit it? reader then kisses another enhypen member (maybe jake or jungwon?) out of spite at a party, and niki finds out and gets upset, and him and reader fight about it (theyre both stupid😂). happy ending?

Public Enemy (Lover) Number One ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

Pairing: Nishimura Riki | Ni-ki × Reader

Genre: High School AU, Rivals-to-Lovers, Angst, Fluff, Slight Crack

Warnings: Swearing, Petty Jealousy, Lots of Banter, Ni-ki Being an Absolute Menace, Public Kissing

Synopsis:

You and Ni-ki have spent years at Decelis Academy as sworn rivals—constantly at each other’s throats, never missing a chance to one-up the other. Everyone at school knows you hate each other.

Except… maybe you don’t.

Because when a reckless kiss at a party makes Ni-ki snap, it sets off a chain reaction of fights, confessions, and a whole lot of tension neither of you can ignore anymore. And once he finally makes things official? He does it in the most dramatic, smug, and public way possible—just to make sure everyone (especially Jungwon) knows.

After all, if Ni-ki’s gonna claim you as his, he’s gonna make sure the whole world sees. 😏🔥

You weren’t sure when it started—this relentless, exhausting war between you and Riki Nishimura. Maybe it was the first time he beat you on a math exam by one point, smirking like it was the greatest accomplishment of his life. Maybe it was when you outran him during a school race and he spent weeks demanding a rematch. Maybe it was just how the universe worked: two stars caught in each other’s gravity, forced to collide over and over.

But for as long as you could remember, it had been the two of you. Always competing. Always fighting. Always pretending that none of it mattered when it clearly did.

If someone asked, you’d both say you hated each other. And yet, no matter what, your eyes always found him in a crowded room. And his? They were always on you.

Tonight was no different.

Jungwon’s arm draped around your waist as you leaned against the balcony railing, sipping lazily from your drink. The party was loud, music vibrating through the walls of the grand Decelis dormitory, but your mind was somewhere else. Or rather—on someone else.

Ni-ki sat inside, sprawled on a couch, laughing at something the girl beside him said. His eyes hadn’t landed on you once tonight, which was strange. Normally, you’d already be in the middle of some petty argument, or he’d be throwing snide remarks from across the room, waiting for your reaction. But not tonight.

Tonight, he was ignoring you.

You shouldn’t care. You didn’t care.

But the irritation creeping under your skin told you otherwise.

Maybe that’s why you did it.

Maybe it was the frustration, the bitterness, the need to get something out of him.

Or maybe it was just because Jungwon was already standing beside you, already close enough to pull in.

So you kissed him.

You barely had time to process it before it was over, before Jungwon pulled back slightly with a look of mild surprise, before his gaze flickered behind you—

And before you were yanked away.

A strong hand curled around your wrist, tugging you through the party and out onto the empty school grounds. The cool night air hit your skin, but all you could feel was the searing heat of the boy dragging you forward.

“Ni-ki—”

“What the fuck was that?”

His voice was low, tight with anger, his grip on your wrist firm but not enough to hurt. He finally let go, running a hand through his hair as he turned to face you, eyes burning with something unreadable.

You crossed your arms, tilting your head. “What do you mean?”

Ni-ki let out a sharp laugh, completely void of humor. “Don’t play dumb.” His tongue ran over his teeth as he took a step closer. “You kissed Jungwon.”

“And?”

“And?” He looked like he wanted to break something. “Are you actually serious right now?”

Your jaw tightened. “Why do you even care?”

His expression darkened. “Why do I—? You were the one staring at me all night like a kicked puppy.”

You scoffed. “Excuse me?”

Ni-ki exhaled harshly, shaking his head. “This is so fucking stupid.”

“You’re right,” you snapped. “It is stupid. Because you don’t get to sit there with some girl draped all over you and then get mad when I—”

“It’s not the same thing.”

“Oh, it’s not?”

Ni-ki took another step forward. You stood your ground, heart pounding, refusing to back down even when he was this close.

He inhaled sharply, voice quieter this time. “You did it on purpose.”

Your breath hitched.

He was right.

You had.

Ni-ki saw the hesitation flicker across your face and let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “You’re unbelievable.”

Your fists clenched. “And you’re an asshole.”

Something flashed in his eyes. Frustration, amusement, something dangerous. “Why him?” His voice dropped, rough around the edges.

You swallowed.

Ni-ki tilted his head slightly, gaze locking onto yours, unrelenting. “Why Jungwon?”

You exhaled slowly. “Because he was there.”

The silence that followed was deafening.

Ni-ki let out another quiet laugh, but this time, it wasn’t bitter. It was something else. Something darker.

His fingers brushed against your jaw, tilting your chin up just slightly.

“So that’s what it takes?” he murmured. “You wanted my attention that bad?”

Your stomach flipped.

“You’re so full of yourself,” you bit out, but your voice wasn’t nearly as steady as before.

Ni-ki leaned in, lips just a breath away from yours. “Am I?”

The air was thick, suffocating, the tension so palpable it was almost painful. Your pulse roared in your ears as his fingers ghosted over your skin.

Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, he asked,

“Do you want me to remind you who you really belong with?”

The last shred of your pride shattered.

You didn’t answer. You didn’t have to.

Because a second later, his lips crashed against yours, and for the first time in your never-ending war, you surrendered.

The kiss ended too fast.

Or maybe it lasted forever.

You weren’t sure anymore, because all you could feel was the rapid thud of your heart and the warmth of Ni-ki’s hands still gripping your waist. He didn’t move away—not really—but his lips hovered just above yours, like he was debating whether to kiss you again.

You hated that you wanted him to.

Ni-ki exhaled slowly, his breath warm against your skin. “You’re not running.”

Your hands curled into the fabric of his shirt, not sure if you wanted to push him away or pull him closer. “Shut up.”

His lips twitched. “You kissed Jungwon just to piss me off.”

Your glare was half-hearted at best. “And?”

Ni-ki smirked. “It worked.”

You swallowed hard, unable to look away. The fire in his eyes was different now—no longer just frustration, no longer just a game of one-upping each other. This was something deeper.

Something real.

The realization sent a wave of panic through you.

You didn’t do this. You didn’t do real.

Not with him.

With a sharp inhale, you shoved him back—just enough to break the suffocating tension. “I need to go.”

You turned on your heel, fully prepared to walk away and pretend none of this happened—

But Ni-ki caught your wrist, pulling you right back into him.

His voice was quiet this time, almost hesitant. “Don’t.”

You froze.

Not because of the way he was holding you—firm but gentle—but because he sounded different. No teasing. No smugness. Just Ni-ki, standing in front of you, raw and unguarded for the first time.

You hated how easily it made your heart ache.

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t want to fight anymore.”

You scoffed, trying to ignore the way your stomach flipped at his words. “That’s funny, coming from you.”

Ni-ki chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Yeah, I know.” His expression turned more serious. “But I mean it.”

You looked at him—really looked at him.

And for the first time, you realized he wasn’t just your rival.

He was your constant.

Every day, every fight, every stupid little argument—it had always been him.

Your throat felt tight. “Ni-ki…”

He gave you a lopsided grin, but his grip on your wrist tightened slightly, like he was afraid you’d slip away. “Just admit it.”

You frowned. “Admit what?”

“That you like me.”

Your pulse stopped.

And then Ni-ki laughed—not mocking, not teasing, but soft and knowing. “Because if you don’t, I’m just gonna have to keep proving it to you until you do.”

Your lips parted, but no words came out.

Because, deep down, you already knew.

You had always known.

And when Ni-ki leaned in again—slower this time, letting you decide—you didn’t pull away.

Because for once, there was nothing left to fight about.

The next morning, the halls of Decelis Academy were buzzing.

News traveled fast around here, but apparently, nothing spread faster than rumors of a certain heated argument-turned-makeout session between you and Ni-ki.

You weren’t even halfway to class before Sunoo caught you by the arm, eyes practically glowing with excitement. “Is it true?”

You groaned. “What now?”

“The fight! The kiss! The storming off into the night! Everyone’s talking about it!” Sunoo leaned in conspiratorially. “I mean, we all knew something was going on between you two, but this?” He whistled. “Legendary.”

You rolled your eyes, muttering a curse under your breath. Of course people had seen. Of course Ni-ki hadn’t bothered to deny anything.

You were still debating how to respond when Sunoo’s gaze flickered over your shoulder—and then he grinned.

“Well, speak of the devil.”

A familiar presence appeared beside you, and before you could react, an arm slung itself over your shoulders.

“Morning, babe.”

Your entire body froze.

Did he just—?

Ni-ki smirked down at you, completely unbothered. “What? You’re acting like we didn’t make out last night.”

Sunoo gasped.

“Shut up,” you hissed, trying (and failing) to shove him off.

Ni-ki only chuckled, holding on tighter, making sure everyone in the hallway got a good look. “What? I’m just saying it how it is.”

By now, people were staring. Some whispering. Some outright gawking.

And then—

“Are you serious right now?”

The voice cut through the air like a knife, sharp and incredulous.

Jungwon stood just a few feet away, arms crossed, looking between the two of you like he couldn’t believe his eyes.

Ni-ki’s smirk widened. “Something wrong?”

Jungwon scoffed. “You hate each other.”

Ni-ki hummed thoughtfully. “Mm. I thought so too.” He turned to you, eyes flickering with something smug. “But apparently, I was just blind.”

Your heart stuttered.

Ni-ki leaned in slightly, lips barely brushing your ear. “I see everything now, though.”

Your breath hitched.

Jungwon made a noise of absolute disgust. “You guys are the worst.”

Ni-ki just grinned. “Yeah, yeah, get used to it.”

And then—because he had no shame—he kissed you.

Right there.

In the middle of the hallway.

In front of everyone.

You barely registered the chorus of gasps and shouts around you. Your mind went blank, completely overridden by the feeling of Ni-ki’s lips pressing firmly against yours—possessive, teasing, and undeniably real.

When he finally pulled away, he had the audacity to wink.

“Guess that makes it official.”

You stared at him, still dazed. “You’re unbelievable.”

Ni-ki just grinned. “And you love it.”

[zinflo]

Mha or jjk men (doesn’t matter who) reaction to their kids snapping at their mom

Whoever you are, thank very much for your request ♥︎ I decided to go with JJK instead of MHA since I haven’t released any work yet in relation to JJK. Hope you like it! — 🐉 𓂃🖊

IT’S THE DISRESPECT FOR ME ☞.ᐣ.ᐟ

FEATURING ᯓ★ SATORU GOJO, SUGURU GETO, CHOSO KAMO, KENTO NANAMI, RYŌMEN SUKUNA + TOJI FUSHIGURO

SYNOPSIS ᯓ★ Their reaction to their kid snapping at their mother (you ♥︎)

CONTENT ᯓ★ Parent!reader, sfw/fluff, mild language, petnames

⌞ SATORU GOJO ⌝

✄┈┈★ Gojo for sure is definitely ‘THE PROTECTIVE DAD.’

✄┈┈★ He’s usually the fun, carefree parent that lets his kids have a lot of freedom, but disrespecting their mother? Hell to the no.

✄┈┈★ The moment his kid raises their voice at you, his usual playful demeanour has gone down the drain in a heartbeat. He gives them a serious, piercing stare from behind his signature blindfold, and his voice drops a few notches.

✄┈┈★ “Woah, c’mon now. You’ve just gone from zero to one hundred.” His steps are slow until he’s finally stood right by your side but also in front of his child. “Change that tone because you don’t get to talk to your mum like that. Apologize. Now.”

✄┈┈★ If they continue to be stubborn and refuse to apologise, he kneels down to their level, still calm but firm, and asks them why they think it’s okay to act that way. Gojo wants his kid to reflect on their actions rather than just apologize for the sake of it.

✄┈┈★ Once the situation cools down, he makes sure to remind them how much you do for them. “Your mum is hardworkin’, amazin’ and is the main reason why you even get to live like a little prince/princess. Show some respect.”

✄┈┈★ Later, he’ll go back to being his usual goofy self where he wraps his arms around your waist, his soft lips brushing against your ear. “Don’t mind them, you’re still a great mum to them, sweetheart. Just give them some time, that's all.”

⌞ SUGURU GETO ⌝

✄┈┈★ Honestly? Geto just screams ‘THE WISE DAD.’

✄┈┈★ His ideology when it comes to parenting consists of being gentle yet firm discipline and doesn’t tolerate disrespect towards you. There’s simply no arguing about it.

✄┈┈★ So the moment he hears his child snap at you, his expression darkens. “Excuse me? I know damn well I’m not going deaf. So prove me wrong and try saying that again, but with respect this time.”

✄┈┈★ If they talk back, he gives them a calm but chilling stare that immediately makes them regret it. He’s not one to raise his voice—his disappointment is enough to make them feel guilty. This man is appalled, he does and I mean DOES NOT want his child to grow up acting like those monkeys with no manners or respect.

✄┈┈★ If the child is still stubborn, he removes privileges—no going out to hang with friends, no social media, until they apologize and genuinely understand their mistake.

✄┈┈★ After everything is settled, he always makes sure to reassure them with a hug but reminds them: ���Respect goes both ways. You give it, you get it.”

✄┈┈★ As you both watch them walk away to their bedroom to sulk away, Geto grabs your chin in a firm grip before planting a soft peck on your forehead. “God, I love you dear but I think maybe you should give my parentin’ style a go. It’ll teach them to know their place, hm?”

⌞ CHOSO KAMO ⌝

✄┈┈★ The family oriented guy is 100% ‘THE GENTLE DAD.’

✄┈┈★ Choso rarely gets angry, but when he does, it’s serious.

✄┈┈★ The moment he hears his child snap at you, his protective instincts kick in, and he immediately steps in between you and the child. “That’s not how we talk to our mother.” His voice is low but firm.

✄┈┈★ If the child argues, he stares them down silently—his disappointed expression is worse than being yelled at.

✄┈┈★ He believes in talking things out, so he kneels and asks, “Why are you upset? Tell me, so we can fix this together.” He wants them to understand that frustration doesn’t justify rudeness.

✄┈┈★ He won’t force an immediate apology, but he will expect them to reflect and apologize on their own. If they don’t, he withholds affection—no cuddles, no high fives/fist pumps or no warm interactions until they understand.

✄┈┈★ Once they do apologize, he pulls them into a long hug and tells them, “We respect each other in this family. Especially your mother.”

✄┈┈★ While the child is in Choso’s embrace, Choso looks up and meets your eyes. He winks and his lips curl upwards before mouthing, “love you, angel.”

⌞ KENTO NANAMI ⌝

✄┈┈★ Strict? For sure ‘THE AUTHORITATIVE DAD.’

✄┈┈★ Nanami rarely raises his voice, but he’s for damn sure not letting disrespect slide when it comes to you.

✄┈┈★ The moment the child snaps, he immediately calls them out in a stern but controlled tone. “Enough! That is no way to be speakin’ to your mother like that.”

✄┈┈★ If the child continues, he simply says, “Go to your room. Now. We will talk when you are calm.” He refuses to entertain arguments in the heat of the moment.

✄┈┈★ Once they’ve cooled down, he sits them down and gets down to business, “Disagreements happen, but respect should never be lost. Your mother loves you and works hard for you. Don’t think you can speak to her how ever you like because I won’t allow it.”

✄┈┈★ He expects a proper apology, not just a mumbled “sorry.” If they don’t mean it, he waits patiently until they do.

✄┈┈★ Afterwards, he makes sure they understand that family is built on mutual respect, and he reassures them with a firm but comforting pat on the head.

✄┈┈★ Once he leaves the child alone in their bedroom to reflect on their actions, he’s met with you leaning your head against the wall so you can listen in on their conversation. A smirk crept up his face as he cupped your cheeks with his hands and locked eyes with you. “I’m sorry about before, honey. You’re perfect with everything you do, even if your way of parenting is more lenient than mine.”

⌞ RYŌMEN SUKUNA ⌝

✄┈┈★ Yeah… let’s all back away from ‘THE RUTHLESS DAD.’

✄┈┈★ Because that child is literally cooked. Without negotiation, the King of Curses expects obedience and respect so he’s pissed the moment he hears the disrespect.

✄┈┈★ His rage instant. His sharp eyes glare down at the child all the while one of his beefy hands has hooked itself around the child’s shirt and lifted them off the ground so they’re now eye level to him. “What the hell did you just say, you brat? I know damn well you’re not talkin’ to your mother with that damn mouth of yours.” His voice alone is enough to make them regret it.

✄┈┈★ when I said that child was cooked from the beginning—I meant it. He doesn’t give warnings—his child is immediately disciplined and does not give a damn. Depending on the severity, it could be a timeout, harsh scolding, or taking away privileges. “If you go low, I’ll go lower. Two can play at that game, you ungrateful brat.”

✄┈┈★ He doesn’t tolerate disobedience. If the kid refuses to apologize, he stares them down with his four eyes in pure silence, letting the tension build and the child certainly shaking since his true form is already intimidating as it is.

✄┈┈★ “You think you can talk to my wife like that? Know your place under this household because you wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for her.” He makes sure they understand that you come first.

✄┈┈★ Once the child apologises to you, he doesn’t get all warm and sweet. His only response is a curt, “Good. Don’t do it again.”

✄┈┈★ However, he secretly keeps an eye on them afterward to make sure they truly understand the lesson. He then turns to you, looking you up and down to see if you’re mentally doing okay before ruffling your hair and rolling his eyes. “Tch, I’m not surprised that annoyin’ brat got disrespectful towards you. You’re too damn soft for your own kind, darling.”

⌞ TOji FUSHIGURO ⌝

✄┈┈★ Toji don’t play, he’s ‘THE STRAIGHTFORWARD DAD.’

✄┈┈★ No ifs or buts, there’s simply no valid explanation for why his kid thinks it is okay to snap at you and would be out of his damn mind to even allow it to happen.

✄┈┈★ The second he hears the kid snap, he’s already standing up by your side. “You’ve got a damn loose mouth, huh?” His voice is sharp, and the atmosphere immediately shifts.

✄┈┈★ He doesn’t yell, but the intensity of his presence is enough to make the kid freeze in their stop. His eyes narrow, and his tone is cold. “Cat got your tongue, hm? Try again. Nicely.”

✄┈┈★ If they don’t apologize, he crosses his arms and waits in silence—because he knows his patience alone is terrifying.

✄┈┈★ He’ll tell them straight up: “Your mum is the only reason why you have a roof over your head and eating three meals a day. You wanna act like spoiled kid? Then you can handle things yourself.”

✄┈┈★ Toji enforces consequences immediately—no dinner, extra chores, something to occupy their mind and realize their mistake.

✄┈┈★ Later, once they’ve apologized, he ruffles their hair roughly and mutters, “Don’t let me catch you doin’ that again. I mean it.” He won’t be overly affectionate, but his point is made.

✄┈┈★ His expression changes when he looks towards you, grasping your hand to pull you closer to his broad chest and gently pecking your cheek before saying, “Stand your ground, baby. And show them next time who’s boss around this house.”

[sensationallysangwoo]

𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚁𝚒𝚍𝚎: 𝙱𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗/𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚐-𝙷𝚘 𝚡 𝙶𝙽!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝙻𝚄𝙵𝙵𝚈 𝚂𝙼𝚄𝚃 ♡

♡ 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍, 𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚐-𝙷𝚘. 𝙷𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 “𝙱𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗.” 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢. 𝙱𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎, 𝚟𝚞𝚕𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞?

♡ 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚂𝙼𝚄𝚃, 𝙰𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚁𝚂 𝙳𝙾 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃, 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚙𝚎𝚝 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜, 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝙾𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚡 (𝙱𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐), 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚐𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝙿𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚖!𝙱𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗 (𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚝), 𝙰𝚐𝚎 𝙶𝚊𝚙 (𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁 𝙸𝚂 𝙰 𝙻𝙴𝙶𝙰𝙻 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰𝙳𝚄𝙻𝚃)

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“I want you to be honest with me.”

Your gentle voice cuts through the silence in the room.

Your thumb caresses his soft cheek. His usual arrogant, confident demeanor has shrunk down into something somber. Something soft.

His dark eyes meet yours as his breath hitches. If he loves you, he needs to open up to you. And he does.

With a deep exhale through his nose, he begins telling his story.

“I’m from the North. When I was a child, my mother and I tried to escape by swimming across the river. She was killed, and I was thrown into a prison camp. Served 25 years. 25 years of hell that I’ll never get back. We were beaten, starving, and you know I’m sick. No treatment, obviously.”

You gulp. Berlin always, always kept his past hidden from you. You two haven’t been romantically involved for too long, but if you wanted to get serious about this relationship, you had to know his story.

You continue comforting him. Still cupping his face, you study his expression. He’s got a certain sadness in his eyes. You can see right through him. You see a broken, traumatized, vulnerable man.

He continues.

“I was in solitary confinement. I did some…rather violent things….” He trails off.

Deep down, he’s absolutely terrified of your judgement. He’s terrified of losing you, someone who’s brought so much joy and happiness into his life. He can only hide the real him from you for so long.

“There was a riot and a guard was killed. We escaped, and now I’m here. I’ve met some people who I…work with. You could call it a gang.”

Your expression remains soft. You love him so much. Nothing he is saying is changing your mind, but he thinks the exact opposite.

“Crime is all I know now. You wanted to know so badly, so what do ya think? Do ya still love me now, or what?” His eyes find the floor. You have never, ever seen him like this. The boisterous, theatrical Berlin you initially met is just a broken man.

The smallest, slightest smile tugs at your lips. “Of course I still love you. Nothing will never change that, Jung-Ho.” You gently reassure him.

He nuzzles his face into your touch. The faintest smile graces his lips. You read his energy. He feels safe with you. You are his security.

You lean in, your face inches away from his. Your lips are about a centimeter away from his. “You’re stuck with me Jung-Ho…” You gently graze your lips against his. He melts into the kiss, moving his mouth perfectly in sync with yours.

The kiss is soft, tender and passionate. His arms wrap tightly around you, holding you as if you’d be gone the second he let go.

“I know the way I am. I just want you to love me.” His words break you. You can’t even imagine what he had to endure, and yet, knowing the way he acts and behaves all adds up now.

“Wanna see how much I love you?” You whisper against his lips. He nods, and before you know it you’ve scooted yourself onto his lap, on his office chair.

Your tongue is deep in his mouth. Heavy breathing and panting fill the room. His hands grab your ass harshly, possessively. He looks up at you with glassy eyes. He almost looks drunk off of you.

“Mmmm sweetheart, you drive me fucking crazy, y’know that?” He purrs.

His lips burn kisses into the soft skin of your throat. You close your eyes and a moan escapes yours lips.

His hands find their way under your shirt. His fingertips are cold, causing your to shiver at the sensation. His bulge presses into your core and the pressure alone causes you gasp and crave more.

“Need you so fuckin’ bad, little love. Fuuuuck—“ he groans as your fingers tug at his hair.

“You think you can handle it, Jung-Ho?” You ask as you grind down on his bulge.

He smiles at you devilishly. “You don’t know who you’re talkin’ to sweetheart. Come on, fuck me.”

You didn’t need to hear that twice. You practically rip his vest off and his button down shirt, revealing his perfectly tanned body underneath. Your hands explore every inch of his skin. You feel possessive, too. You’re both that territorial over each other.

You tug his pants down, followed by his boxers, freeing his dick. You drop to your knees and instantly take him in your mouth. He watches you intensely. His eyes are not leaving you as you sink your mouth down on his length.

He throws his head back and moans at the first contact of your warm mouth on his sensitive tip. His face scrunches up in pleasure. You take him as far down as you can until you feel yourself gag. You press on, though. You want to give Berlin everything you can.

He begins to thrust slightly, fucking your mouth gently. His hands are locked tightly in your hair. “Nggghh…don’t move, sweetheart. Just let me use you for a sec, okay?” You moan around his cock to show your obedience. The vibration causes him to shiver.

You gag obscenely as his whole entire cock is inside your mouth, prodding the back of your throat and cutting off all of your air intake. He holds you down all the way, his hands are so strong you can’t even move your head even if you tried. You look up. His chest heaves with a laugh as the corners of his eyes crinkle.

“Ohhh you’re so fucking cute with my dick in your throat, baby.”

Hot wet tears stream down your face as he roughly pulls his dick out of your mouth. You whimper at the newfound soreness.

“Get on top of me again and fuck me like you love me.” He commands.

You climb on top of him and sink yourself down on his dick slowly. You feel yourself being stretched and you hesitate, afraid of the pain.

“Come on, my angel. I thought you loved me? Sit on it. Come on.” He coaxes you. Even though he’s technically “On the bottom” he’s still calling the shots.

You sink yourself further onto his hard cock, wincing at the full feeling inside of yourself.

“My sweet sweet angel baby. Oh so, so good. Fuck, ride it.” He groans.

You begin to slowly bounce on it, trying so hard to adjust to his huge length inside you. You are absolutely stuffed full of him. Slowly, the pain turns into pleasure as your walls accommodate him.

He slaps your ass sharply as you ride him. Your own moans and groans fill the room as he hits your sweet spot. His large hands guide your waist up and down. He’s basically fucking you like a fleshlight.

“Lean back a little.” He demands, and you do. With one arm wrapped around you so you don’t fall, he presses his other hand down on your abdomen.

“Feel that?” He smirks.

The pressure increases and you feel your orgasm crashing through your body.

You shudder and dig your nails into his shoulders, red pricks of blood dotting his tan complexion.

He comes undone too, moaning your name over and over and over again as he rides out his orgasm.

He spills inside of you. His seed overflows and drips everywhere, but neither of you care at all. You’re both wrapped up in the moment so intensely. Your eyes locked on each others. Your lips meeting once more in a hungry kiss.

You’re both panting, sweaty messes. Feeling satisfied and exhausted, you slink off of him. As you’re putting your clothes back on, Berlin reaches his hand out to you.

You grab it and hold it, feeling the rough callouses on your soft palm.

“So you still wanna be with me?” He asks you, seeking reassurance.

“Of course I do, Jung-Ho.” You smile, lean down, and kiss his lips once more.

You don’t even know what you’re in for just yet, but Berlin is yours, and that’s all that matters.

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AHHHH MY FIRST BERLIN FIC POSTED TO TUMBLR IM FREAKING OUT. I HOPE YOU GUYS LOVED IT OMG. I TRIED I REALLY DID BUT IM STILL TRYING TO GET A FEEL FOR HIS CHARACTER. GONNA START WORKING ON DEM REQUESTS AGAIN!!! This one was just kinda self indulgent hehehehe. Have a great day everyone!!! Love, G!!! 🤍

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[midnightshindig]

i love your work! could i request hc’s/drabbles for mark, cecil, and rex (separately) having unrequited feelings for the reader? take care of yourself!! 😊

Cecil, Mark, and Rex x Unrequited!Reader

ooooooo you guys are about that angsty shit

i fw it

hcs under the cut!

Cecil

Cecil is a PROFESSIONAL

he keeps his emotions tight and on LOCK

There isn't enough psychological torture in the world that would get him to admit his feelings for you

except maybe the torture of watching you subtly flirt with him

I mean come on, the way you wear your uniform tie a little loose, the way your stockings always have runs in them, you bring him his coffee with a bright smile reserved for him and nobody else.

The two of you have a rapport, engaging in witty banter during the rare downtime at the GDA

You're intelligent and hilarious with a strong sense of conviction, what's not to love?

And he's so certain you feel the same way

So when he asks you to dinner, like a gentleman, in all the correct ways, and you politely decline?

Oh he's hurt, for sure

but he's a professional. He deals with worse all the time.

So why is he still thinking about it?

Why does it sting when you inevitably start dating Anthony from HR

Why can't he bring himself to just forget about you?

your banter becomes stifled, and Cecil thinks he's losing touch just a little

It culminates when you request to transfer branches

He approves the request, of course

He is a professional, after all.

Mark

He's a dweeeeeeb when he has a crush

Like, he thinks he's so slick

talking to Rex about you while you're only across the GotG gym with headphones in

but you totally know

Still, he doesn't care, because you like him too

I mean, c'mon, he's a total catch, right?

He's literally Invincible, and he's also invincible, what's not to love?

He follows you around like a lost puppy, chatting you up about everything and anything.

"Did you in the 2018 adaptation of Sceance Dog-" Oh my god shut upppppp he's such a dork

but he's nice, and is always down to spot your weights

so you're content to be his friend, and this works for a while

Until Mark asks you to come over for dinner

which is fine! You love having dinner with Debbie and Oliver

but you get there and Debbie is putting Oliver in the car, apparently they're going to get dinner elsewhere? She leaves with a wink and a smile

you go inside to see Mark setting up a candlelit dinner

"Oh! You weren't supposed to be here yet-!" He cries, smacking his forehead

"What... is all this?"

"I was going to ask you out, but... I mean... do you want to go out with me?"

You turn him down as politely as you can, and quickly leave the house

Training at the gym is awkward after that

Mark can take a hint, he's not a jerk or a creep or anything

but the moment can't be undone

Rex

MUCH less subtle than the other two

been flirting with you since day one

and you thought he was JOKING

I mean no way he's sincerely that much of a dick (oh but he was.)

so you'd jokingly flirt back

and Rex was like, hell yeah, pretty little thing wants me back

lets go boys.

but it developes, and he REALLY likes you

like he wants to take you on a date

So with some encouragement from Mark, Rex dusts off a suit from the thrift store, nabs a bouquet of roses from someones garden, and is outside your dorm door

"Oh, hey Rexxx....." You trail off, taking in the scene before you

"Y/n! Hey! Uhm... look... I know it, you know it, let's stop dancing around it and go out already!" he presents you the bouquet, thorny and still wet and half-eaten by caterpillars

You don't even have the words

"I'm sorry.... What gave you the impression...? What?" you're so confused, and trying so hard not to hurt his feelings

but Rex is easily triggered, and his face burns red with embarrassment

He yanks the flowers back and laughs a fake laugh "HA hahahhhh.... You- You thought I was being serious!! Bwaahhaha!!!!" He laughs, holding his stomach cheesily, before straight up running away on foot

He doesn't talk to you for three weeks

and after that it's only short responses and quippy, albeit cutting remarks.

"Heyyyy Rex...." You approached cautiously "A bunch of us are gonna watch a movie, do you want to join?"

"I would, but then you'd get confused and think I was trying to make it a date!" He snapped back, running on the treadmill even faster

It would take some time, and a number of rebounds, but eventually he gets over you and things return to some semblance of normal

[keppa-nero]

hey there!!! i read ur bill fanfic and GAH DAYUUM im so excited to see more of ur works in the future😫 i was wondering if you could write an arthur morgan x m!reader fanfic and how he'd feel being inlove with a man just as rugged as him, especially how he'd feel conflicted considering how he thought he only liked women bcs of his past relationship with mary?? THANK YOUUU

Thank you for liking it 🌞.

ALSO I'M BACK YOU GAYS/GUYS. (I'm starting the other ones I said

I would do, I promise I won't

dissappear completeley aiaia)

Arthur Morgan x Male! Copy of his,

Reader

TW: Short Headcannon \ Gay Shit

After what happened between him and Mary, losing Isaac, just losing pretty much everyone he once loved, Arthur just stopped searching for another thing to replace them.

He didn't believe someone or something would, or could, replace what he ever felt for Mary, how desperately he wanted her to leave the business with her father and simply run away to go with his gang, how much he had loved her, the way his heart had beat all fast. He quite missed it.

He didn't like the fact that the closest thing to that was you.

Arthur was the workhorse, dammit, it was all he promised to himself that he would be, that he'd forget about the stupid love bullshit that only clouded his mind with little fantasies that would never be true. But this one felt a bit too true and familiar to him.

You were... Quite like him, in all honesty.

You were more of the errand boy, just doing what Dutch or others asked of you and getting little in return, yet of course didn't let yourself be completely used or stepped over either. You got along with everyone, or at least tried to.

Everyone was comfortable around you, not like they would be around Micah for example, and you also listened to the ladies' troubles if they felt bad, even if you never spoke about your own things when you needed it.

You were really his complete other half, just maybe more depressed.

Arthur didn't mind though.

He's started to do little things more usually.

Like offering you to grab some thing you needed when he went on trips so you didn't get a headache walking around all the time.

Getting you a cold beer when the gang hanged around by the campfire.

Or just asking you how your day has been when he either saw you in a better mood, or more upset, and listened to your small, not-so-complete explanation about your problems.

So the day he finally gave up on fighting his own feelings and realizing what he felt for you, he did the most reasonable... Er, not approach you.

He wanted to see if it was temporary and if it'd go away when you realized he was avoiding you, if you got mad at him he'd be relieved, give himself a reason to not beat himself over the subject no more.

Arthur didn't last long with that plan anyway. He was feeling pretty lonely and was serious about it this time.

So after some more procrastinating on that stubborn head of his, and writing all his feelings ok his journal, like he usually does. Scribbling your face or how he sometimes saw you helping around the camp- Which he wouldn't admit even if Tilly or Mary-Beth had already realized and called him out on his daydreaming, staring.

He went with two big balls, and spoke to you, for real this time.

"Hey, you, this... Uhm... Yeah- Ya don't happen to be busy this afternoon with any job of yours wouldn't ya? We could have a... Nice chat just the two of us, if yer free..."

His confidence seemed to have fell down the second you turned his way to listen, and he could only hold eye-contact for few seconds before glancing away awkardly, not liking how you took some time to contemplate.

Of course, giving what he usually did and the fact most times he asked for a private chat with someone was to rob them- Made you stop for a second, but you knew him well, he wouldn't do that to you.

"No... Nothing I can remember now, huh, yeah we could, ya just, remind me of it later" You then answered casually, shrugging slightly at him.

Arthur couldn't keep back a little hopeful and excited smile that he had to live down as to not weird you out, letting a sound between a chuckle and a grunt as he nodded, letting a hand drop on your shoulder as he pat it on what he hoped seemed like his normal manner.

"Sure I will... See you later then, hm" He hummed to himself because it seemed awkward, no person ever had made it so difficult for him to act normal, he was so nervous right now even he didn't believe it.

He walked away like you did when he said that, thinking of how he sounded and if he was going to regret this when he spoke to you. That was if he didn't chicken out first.

Afternoon came after a while, and when he saw you didn't look busy, he called you over and the two walked a bit away from camp, sitting on one of the big rocks near the cliff there at Horseshoe Overlook. Arthur leaned onto the smooth rock and looked down as he started a little conversation to keep going, just when he went a bit silent.

"Weird question right here, yeah... What do you, like, think about a man liking another man?... As in how Williamson is"

Yeah this was his logic now, as what you thought about his feelings indirectly, and if you didn't mind then just confess. Desperate needs come from desperate times.

You took some time to answer as well, but looked at him a certain manner that told him you didn't expect something like that out of him, and chuckled a bit too.

"Oh, I don't mind a lot myself. However a man is happy and they don't hurt nobody" And you shrugged again.

Your answer, if Arthur had his heart on his throat already, now you might as well just made him throw it up, as he gulped, looking around.

He was still getting all the positive thoughts he could think of run to his head, that you wouldn't mind since you weren't... The type to. Yeah this was getting stressful and repetitive even to him, and he just spat it out.

"Okay, listen to me then, I... I'm-" He took a small gulp and looked into your eyes, taking his hand to yours and holding it gently, not noticing the way he squeezed it when he kept going.

"I think I love you, man I... I really think I do. I'm getting the same feelings I did when I was with Mary, you're a- A good man and I like being with you a lot... I mean a lot alright- I-I think that if you could give me a chance and all I could... Get you to love me too... I know I ain't likeable either, but I'll treat you right like I've been doing, and won't tell the rest about it, they don't need to care anyways..."

Arthur had almost said everything without taking a breath, but his tone had shifted from nervousness, to more confidence, then to affection, and back to nervousness. The look in his eyes was just telling you he meant it.

You though, were clearly just- Flabbergasted, that Arthur of all people would confess his love to you.

You, again, took some seconds to process and form an answer, but even then you could feel a similar hard thud in your chest like Arthur was at the second.

"Yes?… Uhm- If you mean all that, then I could... Give you the chance, Arthur, I know you're a good man" You laughed slightly, but your tone had a waver to it too.

"I don't really care if yer a man, if I'm being honest, anyway..."

That put a start for you and Arthur's little relationship. Arthur was in fact a very sweet man when in private too, just more vulnerable and like he really was.

He usually just hugs you or gives you little compliments since it's his love language, but still asks you from time to time if he's being extra or if it feels weird for him to do that, mostly when it's more private.

He really doesn't know how to touch another man, but he's really trying, and he's genuine.

Oh Arthur.

[crazycurly-77]

Deadly Countdown - Introduction

Fandom: NCIS

Pairing: Gibbs x reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff, some violence

The day began quite normally at NCIS.

The employees streamed in one by one and the office came to life.

Like every morning, Gibbs got a coffee and then sat down at his desk. Sullen but dutiful, he looked through his mail.

The paperwork wasn't his thing, but unfortunately it was part of the job. Some letters and information sheets were interesting, others were simply unnecessary. He immediately threw the latter in the trash with an internal sigh of frustration and a corresponding eye roll.

He really wasn't interested in who was celebrating their anniversary or making the mistake of getting married and since that was unimportant to doing his job, he could safely ignore this information.

He had almost worked his way through the pile when he noticed a strikingly inconspicuous envelope.

He carefully picked it up and looked at it closely. The letter had not been stamped and his gut feeling told him that something was wrong with it.

Taking the least possible risk, Jethro opened the envelope and pulled out the paper inside.

It was a message to him and it said:

“Gibbs…I want you to suffer like I suffered, you bastard.

Today at 8:00 p.m. my bomb will blow up something that you care about very much.

And so that you believe me that I am serious, you should check to see if your forensic scientist showed up for work today.”

Gibbs felt a chill run down his spine. He immediately called the gate, but no one had seen her there. When he hung up the phone and got up to go to the lab, Tony was just arriving for work.

“DiNozzo. Have you seen Abby?” he asked his teammate, but Tony just shook his head in confusion.

That was not good. That was not good at all. Worried, Gibbs walked quickly to the elevator in the direction of Abby's lab. He had a really bad feeling and it was getting worse.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, he stormed into Abs' sacred realm and called for her, but there was no answer. His unease grew. There was no sign of you either. Maybe you had seen her or knew where she was, after all you are her assistant.

And indeed, the next moment you came around the corner with a coffee in your hand. He loved this moment when he saw you for the first time in the morning, but there was no time for that now, he had to find Abby.

Concerned and deeply worried, he took you by the shoulders: "Have you seen Abby? Do you know where she is?"

Wow, what was going on here? You looked at him questioningly and just answered: "No. Isn't she here yet?"

"No," he said shortly and stormed back to the elevator. Still no sign of Abby. Gibbs mentally went through other possible places where she could be. But at this time of day there were really only two: at Ducky's in the autopsy or at home.

So his next stop was a visit to Ducky. On the way there he called Tony and ordered him to go to Abby's apartment and check that everything was okay.

Much to his dismay, his own visit to Ducky was just as unsuccessful as the one in the forensic lab. He could only hope that Tony was more successful.

When DiNozzo's cell phone number flashed up on Gibbs' device at this thought, hope briefly grew, but it was suddenly destroyed by Tony's words: "Boss, there was a burglary here. She was kidnapped."

The blood froze in his veins when he heard that and he looked at his watch. It was 07:59:53 in the morning. That meant they had 12 hours to find Abby, rescue her, and to eliminate the terrorist...a lot to do...

...and the clock was ticking relentlessly…

The following chapters are written in the style of the series 24. Everything you read occurs in real time.

(To be continued in Chapter 1 - 08:00 am - 09:00 am)

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Here you will find the other chapters of this story.

Masterlist stories Part 1 (finished ones)

Masterlist stories Part 2 (finished ones and ongoing ones)

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[11queensupreme11]

I’m forever thankful you didn’t make female Percy such a bum because usually if I read gender switch story’s about a funny, unserious, stupid man the girl version is just so serious and noting like the real character

(warning: i rambled here cuz while i'm okay with fem!percy fics like the ones you described since i can easily just leave the fic, i hate that it's soooooo fucking common now. especially in wattpad. it's a lot better written in ao3, but i wish someone just lets their fem!percy be silly and kind like the og. there's so many cold and mean fem!percys 😭😭)

this just goes back to the whole "ppl mistaking strong female character as physically strong and emotionless/mean and NOT well-written" because this sort of thing is soooooo common with male mcs switched to fem

i've read many gender switched fanfics (from other fandoms) over the years and one thing i noticed:

og percy: silly, a goofball, excellent strategist, tries his best, very kind, sacrificial, an overall GOOD and pure person, trying to live a normal life. fem!percy: serious, dark, mean, powerful, uncaring about others, a very black and white mindset with "all gods bad parents, luke bad, silena bad, bianca bad, sally(?) bad, chiron bad!" unlike og!percy's more nuanced and mature view, powerful, genius, etc. and yet still somehow being the savior of olympus and making the same wish as percy despite the differences in mindsets that just don't add up.

og harry potter: a gryffindor, brave and reckless, dork, not that bright, average academically at best, decent kid who just wants a normal life, loud, a bit rude, makes mistakes, emotional but understandable -> fem!harry: slytherin, dark, cunning, mean, cold, genius, arrogant but "not really", politically intelligent, advanced in academics and spell work, gets everything right

og ichigo kurasaki (bleach mc): rude, loud-mouthed, caring towards his friends, gets dragged into trouble, multi-ethnic (LMAO you get what i mean), reckless, brave, aggressive, strong af. fem!ichigo (yes i used to read fem!ichigo fics leave me alone 😭): pretty much the same, just smarter lol

og bakugo (yeah mha/bnha): LOUD, REALLY REALLY RUDE, SUPER AGGRESSIVE, MEAN, COCKY, BRAVE, STRONG, INTELLIGENT AF, HIGH BATTLE AND ACADEMIC IQ. fem!bakugo: the same even down to the hair LMAO

ppl have no issues keeping the female version of a character the same as their og counterpart if they're snarky, mean, and aggressive. but the second the og isn't that smart, not that serious, very kind, very caring, the female versions MUST be changed to be mean, cold, serious, genius, and op 💀💀💀💀

basically... the authors want their fem!character to have the glory of the original mc. they want the mc's powers, their abilities, their story, and their achievements.... but they don't really want the mc themself. not if it means making a kind and soft female mc, because apparently that's just a bad weak female. who cares about proper writing and character development. strong female character means giving them traditional "masculine" traits because anything less than that is bad 💀💀💀💀💀💀

honestly my biggest gripe with most fem!percy fics is that all the nuance is just taken away. it's so very black and white with no in-between. and the fem!percy is very inconsistent

chiron is bad because he trains kids to fight monsters, thus making them child soldiers and fem!percy completely forgets that this was initially a SURVIVAL camp prior to the war that chiron never wanted and that he quite literally needs to train the kids in order to help them stay alive. luke is bad and fem!percy hardly even thinks of his reasonings for the war, minor gods who? unclaimed kids who? mistreated demigods who? all the gods are bad and fem!percy never thinks of those stupid fucking ancient laws, always somehow believing that the gods could actually risk BREAKING them, never notices hermes' efforts or poseidon's efforts or hades' [most of the times, the ok gods are even written negatively], etc.

and yet, despite all of this, she makes the exact same wish as og!percy to ask for better treatment for ALL THE PEOPLE SHE NEVER EVEN CARED ABOUT in order to fix a systemic issue THAT SHE HAS IGNORED THE ENTIRE SERIES, and is hailed the savior of olympus. 💀💀💀 just completely inconsistent writing for her character

[astroyongie]

could I ask for ateez love tea please?

Ateez Love Tea

⁠❥ Disclaimer: Done through Tarot. One member per tea. Members aren't per order but set randomly. Take it with a grain of salt. The names won't be disclosed.

𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ Based on tarot (and not astrology chart), X might have a thing to chase his partners (chase prey like fantasy)

𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ X has his eyes set on this one girl he probably works with/is close with. He had already seen her in situations that might have triggered his desire for them, yet his feelings seem to be genuine

𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ X is currently in a relationship with an idol (or so it seems). and he is the one providing for her (needs, clothes, gifts). he does it out of love and also because he wants to seem like someone serious

𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ the person that X is dating can seem very unattractive standard wise by the public if the relationship ever come out

𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ X is a single man with a butt obsession

𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ X doesn't know he is being cheated on by his idol partner

𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ In love, and happy with his relationship X would do anything for them, even if it means putting the group in a tight spot

𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ X might have not being very gentle with his last benefit partner

[space-mermaid-writing]

Of monsters and men [IronStrange]

Summary: Some kidnappers fucked up big time and now Tony is bonded to this strange demon he continues to summon by accident.

Tags: demon!Stephen Strange, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Angst, Whump, body horror, protective Stephen Strange, Stephen Strange needs a hug

Author's note: It's finally happening! This is the demon fic I talked about ages ago. Special thanks to @harpywritesfic who listened to my random rambles about this and was one of my main motivations to write this in the first place. It might have even been her idea all along. The same amount of thanks goes to @kvjjjjjj who helped me tweaking everything and shaping the story into what it is now.

Read it on AO3 | Masterlist | Word count: 2.5k | Next (soon)

Chapter 1: I’m yours to command

Tony had been kidnapped – yet again.

A scratchy bag was blocking his view and his hands were bound above his head.

He had been drugged – must have been because he had blacked out and still felt dizzy, although he regained consciousness a while ago.

Whoever did this, they were experts. They had stripped him of all his tech; even his watch that transformed into a gauntlet. So he was left with no way to contact Jarvis.

At least he was sitting, with his back against a cold stone wall. Even if his left shoulder hurt all the way down to his elbow.

He guessed he was in a big room or some kind of hall. There were some noises and low voices nearby but still too far away to hear any specifics.

Until footsteps approached him and the bag was pulled off his head.

Tony squinted in the sudden light – that came mostly from candles all around the place. Huh – weird interior design choice.

“You know, I’m actually insured against being kidnapped by one million dollars,” Tony said. Because for the love of god, he couldn’t keep his mouth shut. Especially not when he was nervous. And while he was a pro in being kidnapped – really he should have a punch card at this point – it was always a reason to be at least slightly concerned.

Plus his head still felt weird.

The first thing Tony noticed of his kidnapper was his weird outfit. It was some kind of robe, like a monk but in a dark red. He wore a hoodie over it, as if he had decided at the last second that he needed another layer in case it got cold.

“Be glad we already collected everything we need from you.” The guy sounded annoyed by Tony’s comment; and he had a New York accent. Definitely a local then.

“If you have everything, you might as well let me go.”

“Oh no. We will keep you in case they want a snack. Why you of all people have a suitable bloodline is a mystery to me. I really would have liked someone who was easier to kidnap. So, we have to make it worth it.”

Tony squinted his eyes, irritated. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He didn’t get an answer, since the guy turned away and walked back to a group of people. All of them were wearing those red robes and various versions of jackets and hoodies.

Soon Tony noticed that he was in a kind of catacomb made of stone. It looked old, with high ceilings and no windows. Judging by the dusty smell of the air they were probably underground.

There was barely any interior – besides the candle sticks and some boxes that looked like they were brought here only recently.

The walls were decorated with weird carved-in symbols Tony didn’t recognize.

He raised his head. What he thought was a wall behind him was actually a block of stone, some kind of rough black granite. It was placed suspiciously like some kind of altar in the room.

The group of cultists or zealots or whatever, were currently working on copying something from an ancient looking tome onto the ground.

Shit, that wasn’t good.

These guys didn’t just want ransom or secret business information. They were serious with this, and maybe a bit crazy.

Tony tried to pull on his shackles to no avail. He had to think quickly – which wasn’t so easy with his head still swimming.

The cultists finished whatever they drew and inspected it. Then one of them stepped to the boxes, and took out a transparent bag with red liquid in it.

Tony suddenly had a horrible suspicion. He glanced up at his still aching arm: someone had put a band-aid under the crook of his elbow. Right where blood was usually drawn.

Now his lasting nausea made more sense.

They poured the red liquid onto the outer line of their work. Then they gathered in a circle around it and started chanting while holding their hands.

Tony didn’t really want to stay and find out what exactly they were attempting to accomplish here.

The drawn symbols on the ground lit up. Then suddenly, the blood got absorbed into the stone on the ground, as if it had been sucked up.

Tony didn’t believe in hell. Or in heaven for that matter. But he had met a super soldier, a green angry guy full of radiation, and a literal alien god. At this point everything was possible.

His fear spiked when dark smoke filled the floor – centered at the area where his blood had vanished – and the candles flickered. An eerie aura spread, almost as if the air had become tinted.

Tentacles grew out of the smoke; at first they seemed shadow-like but then they solidified, and Tony noticed immediately the sharp spikes that unsheathed from the suckers.

The cultists moved back a bit, making space.

Whatever was going on, Tony needed to leave. Sooner rather than later.

But when he tried to move, he just hurt his wrists.

Then a figure appeared amidst the smoke and the tentacles. It grew out of the shadows and became taller and taller.

Tony saw horns – and some kind of cape? There were more tentacles around the figure and it was hard to tell where the figure and its cape ended and the tentacles began.

The demon’s – there wasn’t any better term to describe the figure – voice echoed in the vault.

“Wħø đȺɍɇs ŧø sᵾmmøn mɇ?”

“It was us, creature of darkness.” One of the cultists took a step forward and the demon’s head whisked around to him. Tony imagined the eyes of such a creature being terrifying, but the cultist spoke with confidence. “Our bond compels you to heed our commands. We are your masters by blood and magic. Together, we shall harness the powers that lie dormant in the shadows.”

The speech was a bit much in Tony’s opinion – on the other hand he was in no position to voice critique.

The demon didn’t say anything. He looked down to where the summoning circle lay under the dark smoke.

Then he stepped over it.

The cultists’ faces fell and they became pale. That was when Tony knew something has went horribly wrong. He went back to trying to free himself. But he just rubbed his wrists more sore and hissed in pain.

The demon turned his head halfway towards him as if drawn by the noise, and Tony quickly bit his tongue. He didn’t want to draw further attention.

Fortunately, the demon deemed the cultists as the more important matter. “Ɏøᵾ Ⱥɍɇ nø mȺsŧɇɍ øf mɨnɇ. Ŧħɇ ƀønđ ɨs ᵽȺɨđ wɨŧħ ƀłøøđ – Ⱥnđ ɨŧ đøɇsn’ŧ ŧȺsŧɇ łɨkɇ ɏøᵾɍs.” He raised a long, slender arm and pointed at the speaker. “Ƀᵾŧ føɍ ɏøᵾ Ɨ wɨłł đøᵾƀłɇ ȼħɇȼk.”

In the next moment he vanished – just to re-appear right in front of the cultist who had addressed him, grabbing him by the throat and lifting him off the ground. He killed him effortlessly, almost like an afterthought.

Panic rose among the other cultists. They realized they had made a mistake and they held no power over the entity they had called. Naturally, they tried to flee.

The tentacles dashed after them – it didn’t look like the demon was willing to let them leave.

Tony averted his eyes and tried to work on his own escape instead. The fearful screams and noises of breaking bones were deafening but he knew his time frame was short, if he wanted to make it out alive.

His shackles were pretty tight and they didn’t give him a lot of room to move. There was nothing around him he could use either, just stone. He tried to grind his shackles against it, but it damaged the stone rather than his bonds. At this rate, he would need hours or days to get any results.

The noise of metal against stone became louder and at first, Tony thought it was because he still felt dizzy and his head was directly next to where he was working to free himself. It took him a second to notice that it had become silent in the room.

He stilled and focused back on his surroundings.

There was nobody left but the demon – and he looked straight at him.

Tony gulped. It was the first time he saw his face.

It was surprisingly human. The skin too pale, maybe even a bit purple-ish. And it seemed to flicker, as if its outlines were blurred – or constantly changing. Like the static noise of a television. His horns were framed by black hair, streaked with white on both sides.

His back was straight with confidence and his long arms hung low, ending in black tainted hands with claw-like fingers.

The ragged robes that once maybe had been blue but now leaned more into purple, and the red cloak around his shoulders had seen better days as well.

Tony squirmed in his place. “For the record, I had nothing to do with bothering you. Not my plan, didn’t approve it.” His eyes flickered to the tentacles all around, that seemed to – surprisingly – calm down, as well as the flickering of the demon’s skin.

The demon approached him. In the dark smoke that still lingered on the floor and with his long robes and cape, it almost looked like he was gliding over the ground. Funnily enough he also seemed to become smaller, shrinking to the size of a regular human being. He still towered over the altar Tony was bound to.

His eyes were blue and utterly inhuman. They looked like a window to another world; Tony could see colors swirling around in them. They were so very deep. Tony felt himself falling, sucked in by the blue and purple. He forgot to breathe.

“It was your blood that summoned me.” The voice of the demon brought Tony back into the moment and he blinked. His legs felt shaky.

The demon’s voice was now different then before- deep, and for some reason he spoke perfect English. Maybe it was the magic involved.

“Sorry about that. It wasn’t voluntary.” It was probably a stupid idea to talk to this creature. Tony’s last words would be something utterly ridiculous.

On the other hand, that was a very fitting way for him to go. He felt – maybe for the first time ever – like he had run out of time and options. Despite all the reckless stuff he was throwing himself into on a daily basis; this was different. He was used to dealing with human villains, maybe robots and the occasional alien from space, but not to whatever this creature was. There was some kind of power emanating from him Tony couldn’t even begin to fathom.

The demon stretched out his claw, sharp and intimidating, and Tony felt his heart race as a wave of dread washed over him. He winced in anticipation of the pain, bracing himself for the harsh reality of whatever cruel fate awaited him.

But the demon inflicted no harm. Instead the demon cut his restraints with a swift move. The shackles fell away, releasing Tony from his captivity.

He sat there, perplexed, as he rubbed his sore wrists, trying to comprehend what had just happened.

And then, to add to his astonishment, the demon lowered himself onto one knee, his head bowed.

“I’m yours to command,” he offered respectfully.

Tony’s initial wonder rapidly shifted back into disbelief mixed with a sense of foreboding.

“No need, thank you. You can leave,” he replied, his voice carrying the certainty that he wanted absolutely no part of what the creature was offering.

Now it was the demon’s turn to be surprised and he looked up. “I’m bound to you by the spell. I have to stay until I have been of service to you.” He eyed the human. “I’m sure there is something you need.” The demon came closer to Tony’s face. His eye color shifted to the clearest blue Tony had ever seen and he was captivated by it.

“Something you wish for. Something you desire.” The demon’s voice dropped an octave. “My mighty powers know only few restrictions.”

Proudly he grinned, revealing a row of terrible razor-sharp canines.

Tony suddenly felt hot. Did someone turn up the thermostat? Maybe this creature was fueled on hellfire or something like that.

Anyway, Tony wasn’t really interested in anything the demon could offer. He had more money than he could ever spend; everybody knew who he was, and if he wanted he could call and speak to the president. There was no power or fame that appealed to him.

But if he had to think of something in order to send this fellow away… “Can you heal that?” He showed his bruised wrists.

The demon paused. This wasn’t what he had expected. But then he nodded and reached out. Tony braced himself because of the claw-like fingers, but – yet again – they were surprisingly gentle when they touched his skin. They curled around the bruise and then – with a golden shimmer – the demon healed him.

Not having expected that, Tony watched in awe. “Wow, that’s incredible.”

The demon puffed up proudly for a moment, before he studied Tony. “That’s not your only injury,” he observed.

His hand wandered up his sleeve and he healed the ache in his arm from where his blood had been drawn, before it settled on his left shoulder. It was his bad one. The one that had been injured so often, Tony was used to the constant ache.

The demon’s hand lit up golden and the pain was gone.

Then the blue eyes looked at his chest, where the light of his arc reactor glowed faintly through the fabric of his shirt.

That was where Tony drew the line. “Don’t touch that,” he ordered sharply.

“But you are injured.”

“I am aware. But it’s good as it is. You can leave now, right? You were of service.”

The demon seemed taken aback by his behavior. As if he had never met a human, that settled for a simple healing spell. Most humans asked for power, wealth or being worshiped. Maybe to destroy their enemies.

“I guess technically I did,” he admitted.

“Totally. I’m a very satisfied customer. Five out of five stars. Big help, thank you. I don’t need your service anymore.”

“Fine.” The demon stepped back and Tony felt like he could breathe again. “It was interesting to meet you, Anthony, son of Howard.”

Before Tony could ask how the fuck he knew his name, the demon disappeared back into the ground – and with him the tentacles and the dark smoke.

Tony leaned back against the stone, exhaling.

Just when he thought life couldn’t get any weirder…

Then he realized he should have asked the demon to bring him home, because he still had no idea where the hell he was.

[huffelpuff210]

My girl Part 4

Mafia Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You get some bad news and decide to take things into your own hands, 

The next morning you are awoken to a loud knock to your apartment door, but the knocking sounded off, You open the door to see the manager hammering a note to your door, you look at the note confused, 

“You are upping my rent?” You asked before he could leave 

“Sorry, but I need the money too.” He says with a cigar in his mouth, 

“I can’t afford this.” You say 

“Not my problem.” He says walking away

You groan if you could… you would live underground, 

You take a deep breath, picking up your cell phone, Calling Bruce to pick up a few extra hours he was happy to give them to you. 

You also applied for a part time job at a clinic, 

They wee happy to bring you on, 

…………..

The problem about working non stop to afford a crappy apartment is you were dead tired, actually scratch that you were exhausted, you have been at this for weeks, you were also mentally exhausted, you haven’t seen Bucky for weeks but only because of you working like an animal, 

You unlock your door entering your apartment when you shut the door a light is turned on, 

“It’s been a while doll.” You hear next to your ear you nearly jump out of your skin you right hook out of instinct but he caught it, you met his eyes 

“My god Bucky you trying to give me a heart attack?” You asked 

He chuckled 

“Nice right hook a little sloppy but still not too bad.” He says with your fist still in his hand, 

“Wait how the hell did you get in here?” You asked 

He finally lets go of your fist, 

“I have my ways.” He says 

“Now my question is where the hell have you been?” He asked his nose inches from yours his eyes scanning yours 

“Working.” You say 

“Really?’ He asked 

“I will explain if you let me change first.” You says 

He smirks 

“Okay doll take your time.” He says 

You nod making your way to the bedroom, 

Bucky was concerned, not only had you dropped off the grid, Bruce informed him that you picked up more hours and he also learned you got an extra job, 

When he snuck into your apartment he found not only you were not home yet, but he looked through the apartment seeing you barely had any food, bills piled up and your manager decided to up the rent to a insane amount for this dump, 

It pissed him off, here you were trying to make it by and this ass hole raises it, He could just go down there and kick the shit out of the dude, but he had a better idea but first he needed to work his charm he knew you were a proud woman who was used to being on her own, 

So he just needed to play his cards right, 

you exit your bedroom, in a pair of sweatpants and your old middle school jersey, your hair was up in a messy bun, 

“Sorry that took so long.” You say 

“Not at all doll, have a seat.” Bucky says motioning to the couch, 

You arched a brow not really sure what was going on, Bucky looked serious like something was wrong, 

“Is everything alright?” You asked looking at him 

He chuckled 

“I should be asking you that.” He says 

You tilt your head 

“Is there something you want to tell me?” He asked you 

“Huh?” You asked 

He showed you the rent, 

“How did you?” You asked 

“Like I said I have my ways.” He says smirking 

“Bruce also told me you picked up more hours, and you have an extra job.” He says 

“It’s my business it’s fine..” You say

“Your not fine your exhausted.” He says sternly 

You give him a look and he looks right back at you, 

He cups your cheeks with his large hand, 

“Let me help you doll, let me take care of you.” He says his voice stern 

“Just let me in.” He says you he can see you were hesitating 

And in one quick motion his lips connect with yours which took you by surprise you felt yourself break at that moment, the electricity and passion in the kiss had you wanting more you had never felt such a feeling you didn’t want that to end your arms wrapping around his neck, 

[hvninureyes]

𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓇𝑜𝓁𝓁 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇. . . | luka dončić

summary | you’re trying to adjust to your new life in la, bottling up your feelings despite the hurt you feel. too bad luka won’t let you.

warnings | none! just an angst to fluff fic <3

author’s note | this is basically my own way of coping. luka please we miss you 💔

the past few days haven’t felt real.

one day, you were celebrating after purchasing your new home with your husband. next thing you know, you’re on a one way flight to los angeles, hand and hand with luka. deep down, as the camera lights flashed from the paparazzi, you hoped that maybe, adam silver would pop out of nowhere with a whole camera crew, yelling out “it’s a prank!”

maybe your plane ticket would magically turn into a roundtrip back to dallas, where all your friends, family, job– your life was. yet two weeks later and still nothing. you feel horrible thinking it, knowing that he’s going through so much more, but it’s not fair. the way he found out, the way you watched him hold in everything for hours until he broke down in front of you, leaving without a proper goodbye, and the fake, soulless smiles for the camera.

give it time, they say, you’ll get used to it– yet everything you do, you say, those rare moments of silence where you’re alone with your rushing thoughts, you think of dallas. you think of home and how it was ripped away from you in seconds. you never thought this would ever happen to him, but here you are.

it's a party hosted by the laker’s organization. they wanted to “welcome him to LA!” the “right way”, with a bunch of shareholders and names of people you can’t bother to remember. the whole team is present as well, also some wives and girlfriends. you’re sitting alone with your glass of…something, when a voice pulls you from your thoughts.

“you okay?”

not just any voice, but his voice. the only one that matters. luka doesn’t hesitate to sit next to you, grabbing your hand and tracing circles on your skin. you know what this is, he’s trying to comfort you. a pang of sadness hits you, making you realize your selfishness. this is the last thing he should be worried about. this isn’t about you, you think. you signed up for this.

“i’m fine,” you smile, tightly, trying to convince him (and yourself). it’s obvious it doesn’t work, because luka just sighs and deadpans. “be serious.”

“i am!” he scoffs at your protest, rolling his eyes. “i’m your husband, you know. you’re not fooling anyone but yourself.”

you don’t say anything back because he’s right. painfully right. but still, you put back on your smile and reassure him once again.

because that’s what a “good and supportive” wife does. smile through it all.

it doesn’t feel suffocating in your new house anymore– just unfamiliar. like every hallway and room isn’t really yours.

sitting down on your shared bed, you take each heel off, finally feeling something throughout your body. exhaustion. but that’s better than feeling nothing at all. when’s the last time you felt actually at peace? you can’t remember, and don’t bother to. it’ll cause more problems. you can see luka enter from the corner of your eye, a determined look on his face.

you can already feel what’s coming next.

“you haven’t gotten away with this.” he sits next to you with a soft ‘thud’, “really, talk to me, baby.” you smirk, looking up at him. “was there something to get away with in the first place?” obviously, luka isn’t amused at all, seeing past your act. he stares you down with a serious look, expecting the truth. but you don’t know if you have the strength to tell him.

“i…” you trail off, thinking to yourself. “i just need time to process things. i’ll be fine.”

“but you don’t have to be fine.” you frown, looking at him confused. what? he continues,

“i don’t expect you to immediately get used to everything.” he says, softly, “that wouldn’t be fair to you.”

“but this whole situation hasn’t been fair to you, luka. this isn’t about me–”

“that’s exactly what i mean. yes, this has been the craziest past few weeks for me and you. it’s about us. you can’t–” he runs a frustrated hand through his hair, trying to find the words to say. “you can’t act like this isn’t hurting you. i see you, all the time, lost in thought. i know what you’re thinking about and i feel the same way. but you’re taking this on by yourself and you shouldn’t have to.”

you don’t say anything, simply listening to him. even after his rant, he doesn’t press you for answers. you’ll come around eventually, and when you do, he’ll be there.

“i’m here, for you. i made a promise to be by your side forever and i’m going to keep it.”

you don’t even notice you’re crying until luka wipes away your tears with his thumb, holding your jaw as if you’re the most precious thing he owns. with a smile, his eyes shine with pure adoration, reminding you that you are loved and seen. it’s this moment where you realize that you truly aren’t alone in this.

not even if you wanted to be.

[st4rnikka]

I loved your fanfic ideas! They are really good. I preferred the Agent GUN AU, I can only imagine people's reactions (especially Rouge) when they find out the truth

YOU LIKED MY IDEAS????!!QKXIK1QOXOOQLZ OMG you people liking my ideas like I'm not some crazy person makes me really happy, THANKS💙!

I'm not writing this fic (just giving the idea to whoever wants to write it) and didn't think much about how the others would react when finding out about Sonic being the GUN agent they were investigating and trying to catch a glimpse of. But I DID thought about them finding it in a very dramatic and super cool way!

Here's how I thought it would be like (forgive me for the way I'm writing I have yet to learn how to write fighting in Sonic style lmao) :

The smell of blood and smoke was everywhere, which was reasonably shocking to everyone present except to a certain cobalt hedgehog, who to both Rouge and Tails confusion and fear, that apparently were the only ones to notice, wasn't wearing his cocky smile when in such dire situations like now, instead Sonic was serious and looked very, very mad.

But looking at Sonic's point of view he wasn't mad at all, he was relaxed and waiting, for what you ask? Well for the GUN agents to appear.

Sonic realized that working as an GUN agent had it's perks, he got to eat as many chilli dogs he wanted, could do super cool stuff like being an spy, could use guns and did he mention the chilli dogs? People in GUN were actually quite nice and respectful, Sonic was not an total idiot and knew the reason was because he had just easily surpassed their best agents in rank in just 2 days, but couldn't care less about it to be honest, the thing was that they would obey his every command -if job related of course - and he made sure to keep that in mind if necessary.

Which was 2 weeks ago before their current situation, with even Shadow having trouble defeating a single badnik.

2 weeks ago during one of his daily missions, he was given the task to invade one of Eggman's many bases and retrieve data from there. But he didn't just retrieve data, deciding to play around a little bit Sonic found something quite concerning that Egghead was planning, something that made Sonic go straight to GUN headquarters to talk to the commander personally about his finding. Both of them had come to an agreement on how to resolve the situation, with Sonic hesitantly agreeing on taking care of this in a quiet manner.

That being said, what did Sonic find? He found an certain experiment that Eggman was working on, a creature with enough power and energy to be used as an battery to strengthen his all his robots to an absurd level. Both Sonic and the commander worked - surprisinly - together to find a way of resolving the problem and 2 weeks after they found a way.

That being said here we are again, all of Sonic's friends tired and hurt from the brutal fight that still continues, until helicopters sounds are heard and the badniks are destroyed one by one easily. Now capable of actually stopping for a moment Rouge, Tails, Shadow, Amy, Knuckles and Omega all look up to find GUN agents helping them with the problem at hand, they were in fact very shocked.

Especially Rouge and Shadow for both of them, weren't aware of GUN knowing about said problem before it even happened. The helicopters land and the agents keep shooting at the badniks, one of them goes to the group, Shadow and Rouge expecting said agent to go talk to them but instead she looks AT SONIC and proceeds to talk to HIM.

"Aeolus, agent Raven reporting to you, the mission was a success, the commander congratulates you for your patience. Also he needs you to take care of the creature that the doctor created." Raven said tensely looking at Sonic mad expression. That is until he smiled happily nodded and responded "Damn he's already giving me more work to do? This old man, thanks for the report Raven, you can go now." His responde was welcomed by a relieved agent Raven that leaved to do her job and a very loud "HUUUUHHH??!!!!!!" from his friends.

Sonic looked at their confused expressions, and Shadow and Rouge very fiery glares and smiled sheepily "YOU'RE AGENT AEOLUS?! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME???!!!!" Screamed Rouge, she was not having this, months of investigation just to the damn agent she was searching for to be right under her nose. By her side Shadow was staring at him, Sonic swears that if looks could kill he would be dead cause Shadow was looking really mad right now, and Tails too, and Amy and Knuckles....

He was so dead.

That's how I think it would go, also Shadow being mad at Sonic for an entire different reason cause I can a 100% think that Sonic was in fact a suspect of being Aeolus in Rouge list but she had him removed because according to Shadow "Sonic is too dumb to be agent Aeolus, also he would never work with GUN. And Aeolus is skilled, unlike him." with SONIC there hearing everything, my guy admited Sonic had skill without knowing🤣

That's it, hope it was accordinly to your imagination? Sorry for my shitty writing, still have to get better at writing Sonic characters and grow accustomed to some words that are important to Sonic fics💙.

[druidshollow]

dunes mayonnaise madness

[cozylittleartblog]

Columbo and the Knight (1984)

put me in the universe where Columbo ran through the 1980s and had a crossover episode with Knight Rider. I think they deserved it, and I am not just saying that because they're my two favorite Old Shows. @telebeast wrote a little fanfic blurb about it and I HAD to visualize it into a comic (which is also the longest comic I have finished thus far at five pages...), so writing credit goes to them.

Autism W!

[allastoredeer]

Not me making an outline for a fic, knowing it's going to be a fairly long one, and expecting 2,000-3,000 words tops (maybe 4,000 if I'm being detailed. 5,000 if I'm being SUPER detailed)

ONLY TO BE AT 7,000 WORDS AND STILL GOING

This is only supposed to be the outline. Not even the rough draft. I'm just putting down the most basic series of events the stories is going to follow, and I'm still hashing this thing out at 7,000 words. I haven't even reached the middle yet.

Fuck me and my natural inclination towards long and complex plots.

But goddamn am I having fun with this.

One day I'm going to figure out how to write sweet and simple one-shots. I'm going to figure out how to make a short story.

But until then, enjoy my gigantic, monstrosity of fanworks. If you have commitment issues, unfollow me now, cuz all of my shit is long-term.

[lit-in-thy-heart]

been trying out a new writing technique recently and it's called chilling tf out and reminding myself that fic is written for fun.