#i love him i wanna write fanfiction of him

[happylittleshrub]

Thank you!!!!! That's such a nice thing to say, and it really does mean a lot to me! I wouldn't say there's no reward though, as admittedly having a collection of Rocket pictures is a reward in and of itself for me lol 😂 But I get what you're saying! 😊

And yes the Rocket fan community is so great on here! I lurked around at the start and was shy about joining but there was no need to be because everyone's really chill and nice here! The mutual love of Rocket bonds everyone together and it's so beautiful 🥺 Your fics are really good btw! The Glitches series is my favorite, I commented on one and I meant to comment on the others but I got busy, I need to fix that soon! I go by QueenBanana on AO3 :) I'm more of a reader than a writer but I did write a one-shot for Rocket (because if anything was going to bring me out of fanfiction retirement it would of course be Rocket) I might try to write more GotG but who knows!

The Guardians game is AMAZING you're in for an absolute treat when you play it and/or watch someone else's play through! I've made a couple of posts talking about Rocket from that game but if you don't want spoilers it's better you wait to read them because I do talk about some of the plot points in the game. I'm currently in my own process of finding and consuming every piece of media Rocket has ever been in and it's been so fun! (I literally joined Rivals just because of him lol)

Also I just wanna say I love your outlook on art/media and how you can learn from it and the people who are its fans, it's really cool to have that kind of perspective on things!

Quickly sketched some concepts for Rivals Rocket skins. Close ups on each down below ⬇️

[motherearthlovesus]

staying at theo nott’s over the summer

you’ve been staying at theo’s parents’ estate over the summer holidays for a few weeks now, it’s a huge house with not enough people to fill it. you don’t mind though since it gives you plenty of peace and privacy with your boyfriend. you knew he was rich but you had never known how rich until you arrived here. everyday had been almost the exact same routine, not that it bothered you. this was the most relaxed you’d been all year. the mornings were quiet and often spent picking fruit in their orchard or picking out the days book & matching bikini. his parents were gone most of the time, leaving theo cocky enough to try and fuck you in every corner of the house, inside and out. the tennis court, the pool, the couch, the sauna, the kitchen, the terrace, the garden and the kitchen. while you admired his (constant) efforts, all you could really muster up the energy to do was sunbathe by the pool with pansy. it was supposed to be your holiday too after all. the italian sun was giving you a gorgeous golden glow that made theo drool all over his dinner each night- which, luckily, his parents were too self-absorbed to ever notice. most nights after dessert you and theo go out to the pool house, where pansy and draco were staying, to share a joint or two. you giggle and laugh for hours into the night with smoke hanging thickly in the still summer air, until theo starts to see your red eyes droop - that’s when he knows it’s time to call it a night. he walks with you, hand in hand, up to the bedroom you’ve been sharing. he tucks you in, kisses you on the forehead and walks to the bathroom to brush his teeth before bed. as he turns the tap on, the sound of steadily flowing water sends you off to a peaceful sleep, content to do it all again tomorrow.

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[babymetaldoll]

First day (Spencer Reid x fem!reader)

Part of the "We are not gonna make it" writing challenge @aperrywilliams and I are hosting during October.

Event Masterlist - Main Masterlist

Summary: Spencer is having a lot of problems dealing with his daughter's first day of school. 

Word count: 1.720

Warnings: Just pure fluff 

A/N: Hey! this was so sweet to write, I hope you enjoy it. 

- “I’m not ready.” - I whisper as I look at my little five-year-old daughter preparing for her first official school day. She is putting all the snacks my wife got ready for her into her lunchbox, and we both stare at her in adoration from the other side of the kitchen counter.

Little Rose is ecstatic. She has been talking about this all week. We visited her classroom and met her teacher already, and since then, all she wants is to come back to school, learn, and make friends. 

- “I’m never gonna be ready.” - I add and my wife turns to me with a small smile as my eyes keep fixed on our baby girl. Of course, I know this is hard for her as well. Our girl is growing up too fast, life is passing us so quickly. 

- “It’s just her first day of school, not her first date. Though that might happen soon now that she will be meeting boys.” 

- “Are you trying to calm me down?”- I turn to her, frowning, and she just laughs, wrapping an arm around my waist. 

- “Absolutely not, but I love how you are freaking out so much.” 

- “Ready! Mommy! Daddy!”- Rosie yells and grabs her backpack. - “Let’s go to school!” 

- “Ok lovebug, we are coming.”- (Y/N) walks to her and makes sure all her things are packed correctly. Then, she helps our daughter put on her little jacket and shoes as I shake myself from my intrusive thoughts and follow their moves. 

My wife takes a few pictures of our daughter at our front porch holding a letter board that reads “Rosie’s first day of school” and somehow that makes it all even more real, and painful. It’s happening. My little girl is going to school. 

It’s a short ride from our house to Rosie’s primary school. In less than ten minutes, I’m parking the car outside, feeling the knot in my throat getting tighter as the time to let my baby girl alone is inevitable. 

- “Ready to learn, lovebug?”- (Y/N) takes our daughter from her chair and grabs her backpack. Rosie jumps, clearly excited, and I try to smile though I’m in fact, fighting the tears. 

- “Yes! I wanna learn!”

- “Dad and I will be waiting for you right here at four, ok?”- my wife assures her. Of course, we asked for the entire week off work, to join Rose on her first day and to be there for her in case of any adaptation issues during the first few days.   

- “Come here, lovebug.”- I kneel in front of her and wrap my arms around her, feeling her tiny hands on my neck.- “Do you want us to walk you to your classroom?”

- “Yes, Daddy! please!”

Finally, the answer I actually wanted to hear. But before we walk into the main hall, Miss Daisy welcomes us with a big smile and looks at our daughter. 

- “Hello there, little one! ready for your first day?”

- “Yes!”

I thought Rose would be nervous, I don’t know why, maybe ‘cos I wanted to believe she was going to be as terrified as I was of the unknown at her age. It’s so shocking to see she has grown so differently. So strong and independent. I know it’s a sign (Y/N) and I have done a good job as her parents. But still, it hurts to know she doesn’t depend on us as much as she did a few years ago. And it will only get worse from this day on. 

She is still just five years old, I know I’m getting ahead with these thoughts, but I can’t stop them. The only thing that takes me from my mind is Rosie’s hand, leaving mine. 

- “Bye, Daddy!”- and she waves as she takes a few steps closer to Miss Daisy. 

- “Parents are allowed only to this point.”- my wife explains, probably noticing I was absolutely lost in my own head. I kneel again and open my arms. 

- “One more hug for daddy!”- I request my daughter, and she replies running to me, giggling. The sound of those giggles can fix anything wrong in my life, I swear. 

- “I love you so much, lovebug. Be good today.”- I whisper and kiss her cheeks a few times. 

- “Yes, Daddy.”

(Y/N) wraps her arms around our daughter, kissing her and wishing her a good day. She also takes a few more pictures as Rose walks the hall with the teacher and a few more kids. She is already talking with another little girl. I would have never done that. My daughter is already stronger and better than me. That makes me feel proud. 

Nevertheless, that doesn’t stop the tears from falling down my cheeks. I have to bite my lips not to burst out crying in that school lobby. My wife wipes her own tears as I wrap an arm around her, the two of us still staring at our little girl, walking away from us, not looking back once the entire time. 

- “I wasn’t ready.”- I whisper and sigh. (Y/N) rests her head against my arm in silence for a few seconds. 

- “I knew it was going to be painful.”- she finally whispers.- “And I know it’s normal, but still, it’s such a big reality check to watch her walking away from us.” 

We both sigh and stare until our daughter is out of sight. I hold her hand as we start walking back to the car and somehow, I feel a little empty now that Rose isn’t here. 

- “Wanna grab coffee?”- my wife asks as we get into the car.- “Technically, we have the entire day for us.”

- “Coffee sounds great, honey.”  

I drive us to our favorite place, and as we sit to wait for the waitress, I speak my mind. 

- “Do you think she is ok?” 

- “Yes. You know if there was anything wrong they would call us.”

- “I know… but, what if she is struggling to tell the teacher she isn’t feeling good?”

- “When has Rose Diana Reid not spoken her mind?”- (Y/N) asks and smiles.- “That little girl has a very strong voice, and you know it. She convinced you to eat more greens for your health.”

I chuckle and just nod. The waitress finally arrives and gets our order and once we are alone again, (Y/N) holds my hand upon the table and asks.   

- “Why are you so worried?”

I pause and look at her, knowing she is fully aware of my high school experience and how painful it had been. So I guess, though it’s obvious, I should just get it off my chest.  

- “What if… what if someone is mean to her?”- (Y/N) squeezes my hand and smiles at me sweetly. 

- “If that ever happens, and I’m sure it will not, she knows what to do. Starts with “kick” and ends with “asses”, just like we taught her.”

I chuckle at those words. She is right about it, we have taught our little kid to be strong and stand her ground. But yet, I can’t help but be worried. She is my baby. 

- “I know, but I just don’t want her to go through any of the things I did when I was in school.” 

- “Stop projecting.”- my wife says and holds my hand.

- “I am not.”

- “Yes, you are. You just have to trust we’ve given her all the tools she needs to stand up for herself. She is not a baby anymore, she is a girl. A very smart, sweet, and strong girl.”

- “Just like her mother.”- I whisper and my wife just smiles. 

- “You are smart, sweet, and strong as well, Spencer.” 

I just smile and stare at her. 

- “I love you so much.”- the words come out as a whisper, probably ‘cause I feel so emotional at the moment I think I might start crying. It’s not my best moment. By far. 

- “I love you too, Spencer.”- (Y/N) smiles at me and scoots closer to kiss my cheek.- “I think I have something that might cheer you up.”

- “What?”

My wife just stares at me in silence, smiling for a few seconds, before she starts talking again. 

- “I think the reason why you are so sad about Rose going to school is because she is growing up too fast and she is not your baby anymore.”

- “There is no need to shove it on my face.”- I reply and pretend to be in pain. (Y/N) opens her bag and takes an envelope. 

- “So this might make you feel better.”

- “What is it? Is everything ok?”- I ask her as I start reading.

- “Everything is perfect” 

- “Your HCG levels are so high”- I mumble as I read the results. She just smiles and nods. I read the exam in a second, but the information doesn’t seem to make sense.

- “But… does.. is it?”- I look at her in shock and she just smiles. 

- “I’m six weeks pregnant, Spencer. So get ready for baby Reid number two.”

I wide open my eyes as I hear her say those words. My heart is rising inside my chest and I hold her close to my body, not believing what is happening. 

- “Are you sure?”

- “Very sure, honey.”

- “My god, I love you so much!”- I say and kiss her lips as soon as I can. She giggles and kisses me, but the waitress appears that moment with all our food and we have to move apart for a moment at least. 

- “When did you first know?”

- “I was late and had scheduled an appointment with my doctor already, so I thought, what the hell, let’s make a test. And when it came positive I knew I had to wait for a special moment to tell you.” 

- “So you waited until I was having a serious meltdown during our daughter’s first day at school?”- and she just smiles and nods. - “I love you so much.”

- “I love you more.”

- “I seriously doubt it.”

[caramelarchive]

🍪anon here! i had a little thought and it goes, L being jealous of misa having her hair brushed by reader and he acts as if it doesn't bother him but he hints at wanting his hair brushed (it was funnier in my head, my cats do this and I thought of L and Misa)

Little Kitten ╾ L, Misa

sigh. 🍪 anon you are my favourite. I have moved to my main @lawlietscaramels please follow there for new content!

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"Y/N-chan!"

The high pitched voice is clearly Misa's. It's a nice voice, good for singing, but if you listened to it too long you'd go mad.

Misa stops in front of you, holding out a hairbrush with a smile. She tilts her head to the side. "Will you brush my hair for me?"

You hesitate for a moment then smile, picking the hairbrush out of her hands. "Sure." Misa squeals in delight and starts taking her hair out of its little ponytails, sitting down in a chair and turning her back to you. She swings her feet a little as you begin brushing through her hair.

It's quite pretty, blonde and shining gold in the light. Once you've gotten the few knots out, your free hand comes to stroke through her hair. Misa sighs.

"Thanks, pretty!" she declares, turning her head enough that one of her eyes can meet yours. "So, you know, Y/N, I was with Light yesterday and..." Misa blabbers on, her arms waving all around. You're sure she's annoying the Task Force, but nobody comments on it. So you just listen to the girl's triumphs and woes, continuing to gently brush through her hair.

About twenty minutes pass before you notice L sulking at his desk.

"Hold on, Misa," you instruct, pausing her part way through a tale about a grumpy waitress. She leans her head back, eyes catching the flourescent lights, and pouts a little. You give her a pat on the head and look back over at the head detective. "L, are we distracting you?"

"No," he says stiffly, glancing at you for only a moment before his dark gaze moves to the hairbrush, Misa, and back to his computer.

"..Alright, then."

The detective stuffs a chocolate in his mouth and seems to pout.

Misa laughs. "I think Ryuzaki wants his hair brushed, Y/N." There's a mumbled "do not" from L's direction. You shake your head and resume running your fingers and brush through Misa's hair.

"He'll have to come ask me."

Another 20 or so minutes pass. It's more peaceful this time, Misa only making the occasional comment as the sound of tapping at keyboards and rustling through files fills the room. Her hair is very soft, and your task quickly becomes more meditative than anything. You're getting really into it when there's a small nudge at your leg.

L's standing beside you, his shoulders hunched and head tilted down so he can stare right into your eyes, his hand outstretched to poke at your pants. As you watch, he slowly lowers himself into that 40% froggy sit of his, and looks up with big, bush baby eyes that ask "why don't you like me?" as he lets his head fall onto your leg.

Misa laughs again, and prudently prances off, going to annoy Light. L stays crouched at your feet.

He's too cute...

You sigh but don't protest. Couldn't if you wanted. "Alright then, Ryuzaki, on the chair."

His mouth doesn't bother quirking up into a smile, but his eyes seem to brighten as he straightens up and crouches back down, this time in the chair in front of you. L keeps turning his head to look at you, jumping when he sees you looking back, and turning his head away again. You put a hand on his shoulder and he's caught between freezing and falling out of the chair.

"Be still," you scold gently, and begin brushing his hair. It's much knottier than Misa's, and you're a little scared to guess when he last ran his own comb through it, but it seems clean enough.

Once you've tugged the knots out, it's quite nice, actually.

You start humming a little, your hand reaching up to stroke through the dark, raven-feather hair sticking up all over his head. L lets out a mix of a sigh and an "oh!" and his entire body shudders. You laugh.

He leans back slowly, bending his head so he can look up at you. You give him a little tap on the chin, then the forehead and smile. L's eyes close as your fingers massage into his scalp, the hairbrush neatening and smoothing out his hair.

His lips tilt into a smile too, eyes opening just a slit to stare sleepily into yours.

"Thank you, Y/N."

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𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖙 ˏˋ⋆˖⁺˖⁀➷ 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 + 𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜

[sovietyaoi]

I am quite sure my reading comprehension skills are totally fine and I have better things to show for it than arguing on the internet. I also don’t think I’m misunderstanding anything or taking it out of context. What I think is that you refuse to engage with my arguments, which I don’t really care about, because as I said I just wanna talk about crowferi.

Just because Ferid thinks about how he yearns for desire for women and strength doesn’t mean that it was his strongest desire as a human. Vampire’s yearn for many forms of humanity, for example death (like Ferid getting suicidal or Crowley being glad his life ended). Also Ferid isn’t getting stronger just for the sake of it but to carry out his plan. If he was, he wouldn’t have agreed to work with Guren, who now appears to have some type of authority over him. In the chapters where Ferid’s time as a human was showed it was quite clear that he was mostly interested in finding the reason for living. He was studying philosophy and he killed his parents not to gain more power but so that he could travel the world and learn more.

And your way of “explaining” vampire relationship was basically repeating your point and not engaging with any of my arguments against it. I don’t “absolutely know that it’s right” because when I entered the fandom I have already read Vassalord and knew about IWTV so I perceived Ferid’s and Crowley’s relationship the same way I did to characters in that works, I’ve never thought of them as brothers and I was surprised when I found out there are even people who believe so, as I stated previously, because there have never been claims like that in fandoms of any other vampire media I had been in.

I’ve never said their relationship wasn’t abusive, but it doesn’t change the fact it was meaningful. If you go outside you’ll notice that people aren’t perfect and do bad things to others. A ship doesn’t have to be perfect and sanitized to be good, if you can’t handle it don’t think about it, it’s really that easy. And me shipping crowferi doesn’t invalidates people who have been abused because, setting aside everything else, Ferid and Crowley are in fact not real.

I’m real tho, which may seem absurd to you, and so are most crowferi shippers, that is people who you enjoy telling to kill themselves, over the fact you disagree about something. You seem to be very keen on assuring yourself that you’re a good person, so I’m going to tell you one thing. Dehumanization is the first step towards not being in fact a good person, because if you’re ready to dehumanize a person, even over something you think is completely reasonable, eventually you’ll fine with anybody being dehumanized.

Also just because somebody can see that two characters relationship isn’t sexual doesn’t mean they can’t write smut about them? I’m pretty sure that’s how a lot of fanfiction was created, as a matter of fact. This is what transformative works mean.

The comment about being a non-religious person and saying omfg is so random, like I’m pretty sure it’s religious people who usually shouldn’t say god’s name while swearing. I’m non-religious too but I say it all the time, which I probably wouldn’t if I was religious because in many religions it’s forbidden.

And anyway tysm, I would actually love for love like crowferi to find me!

kami's rage

[kazutora-kurokawa]

Exhausted Office worker!shion x horny needy fem user

Exhausted!Office Worker!Shion x Horny!Needy!Reader

♡ NSFW, fem reader, soft!Shion, fluff->smut, dry humping, fingering?? but no penetration, basically just clit rubbing ♡

note: thanks for the request kitty Kat 🩷

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Shion had worked a late shift tonight and came home quite late, flopping down onto the couch as soon as he got through the door. He leaned against the couch, trying to ease his tired mind in the peace and quiet of your home. He was brought back to reality though, when he felt the weight of your body on his lap, his hands instinctively landing on your hips.

"Hey pretty girl, how was your day?"

"It was fine...I missed you."

You bury your face in his chest, basking in the smell of his cologne.

"Yeah? I missed you too."

He plants a soft kiss on the top of your head, holding you as close as possible. He was in his own little world, fully content with just holding you. That was until he felt it, your hips subtly rocking back and forth. He was exhausted and honestly didn't feel like doing anything other than sleeping, but feeling you pressed against him and seeing how needy you were for him, it flipped a switch in his brain and before he even realized it, he was grinding back.

"You must've really missed me doll."

He lets out a soft chuckle at the sounds of your whining, his rough hands squeezing the soft flesh of your thighs before one of his hands slips under the fabric of your underwear to rub against your pussy. The noises you let out only served as encouragement and he was far from tired now, his thumb working overtime on your throbbing clit.

"Shi...please~"

"Shh it's okay, I got you darlin'"

He picked up his pace, his fingers slipping between your soaked folds as he thumbed at your clit harder, a sharp smirk forming on his face as he felt you cumming on his fingers.

"That's it angel, let go f'me."

You gripped his shoulders, whimpering into his chest as you grinded against his hand, riding out your orgasm. He removes his hand from your panties, licking your juices off his fingers and swiping his tongue over his lips.

"You taste so good princess...think I'll need to drink straight from the source now ♡"

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[idyllghost]

Thinking about writing a “time travel” fic where after the events of rdr1 John doesn’t die but instead wakes up on the cliff side of colter after being mauled by wolves. He has a chance to fix things, to save people to save himself for his family. But most importantly he gets to coddle and adore a 4 year old Jack because “oh my god my boy is so small I can’t believe I didn’t appreciate him at this time”

[batcavescolony]

I need a 911 time travel fic (I don't care about the logistics we had coma dream and ghosts I want time travel) just so s1 Buck and Chimney can be told that they're now family, that Chimney marries Bucks sister and they have kid(s) together. I think that would break them, also over all s1 118 seeing the family that they're gonna have, Imagine it.

[crispyliza]

I'm reading so many fanfics with the exact same ship and premise that whenever there's an update I have no idea which one it is lmao

[tonberry-yoda]

You Too - Gojo

notes - IM BACK BABES! It hasn't been that long, but it feels like years since I have written anything. This was for that poll I did a little while ago! I am super simping for Gojo, so thank you all for choosing him <3 Love you bunches, have a good day, and stay hydrated!!! <33 word count - 640 summary - You have Gojo to thank for a lot of what happened to you, and that stupid man still makes you blush ~~BUY ME A KO-FI (COMMISIONS ARE OPEN)~~

If there was one thing you wished more than anything in the world, it was that Gojo would stop looking at you.

Ever since high school - whether it be a glance across the classroom or even just waving at you in the hallway - he would make your face turn bright red even at a simple peek.

When his sunglasses would move up to reveal those bright blue eyes and a little smile would spread across his face, you just wanted to smack him.

Even now, far into adulthood, he still makes your face heat up.

Those eyes.

You remember when you saw them for the first time. You were alone, a sorcerer too strong that you were afraid to hurt somebody. A power that confused you and one that you could barely wield. You sat alone in some dump and a boy came up to you with a smile like no other and eyes that could tear through your soul.

You were crying.

He wiped your tears and told you that he understood you.

But of course, you didn't believe him. Until you joined him and stayed with him a while before going to Jujutsu High and becoming a powerful sorcerer that could control your power.

You had him to thank.

But you would never tell him that, of course.

"What's wrong?" Gojo asked now, making you jump out of your thoughts.

"Hm? What do you mean?" You looked over at him and saw that he was hugging his knees, trying to hide from the cold in a sweater and sweatpants.

"You look deep in thought."

"It's nothing." You turned away from him and hugged your pillow, lying on your stomach.

"You don't gotta lie to me."

"I'm not."

"Liar." he giggled as he stood up and walked over to you. He grabbed your chin and tilted your head so you could look at him. "Tell me." As he said that, his glasses fell down to the bottom of his nose and you felt yourself blush. Dammit, Gojo.

"N-Nothing."

"Your blushing," he teased. "Why do you still do that?"

"Shut up, Satoru." You tried to push him away, but you knew that wasn't going to happen.

"What? You know, you're cute like that."

"I'm serious, Gojo!" You sat up and went to punch him or something, but were quickly cut off when you felt both of his hands cup your face.

"You don't gotta act all tough around me, y/n. I know how tough you are." He slowly brought his lips inches away from yours. "And seriously," he whispered. "You don't have to blush like that. We've been dating for too long for that."

You gave him a soft punch on the chest and pouted. "Shut up."

He giggled, his warm breath tickling your upper lip. "Seriously. You're cute like that." His bright eyes looked into yours and you pulled him closer, making the two of you kiss. He kept your face cupped in his hands and you brought your arms around his shoulders, pulling him down on top of you on your bed.

He pulled away and laughed. "So what were you thinking about?"

His thumb lightly rubbed over your cheek.

"None of your business." You laid your head on his chest and ran your finger over the top of his pants; just lightly brushing his skin. You could feel goosebumps forming.

"You can tell me anything."

"It's gonna sound stupid." you mumbled.

"Just tell me!" He pressed a kiss to your head and slipped off his sunglasses, putting them on your nightstand.

"You." you whispered, kissing his chest.

He smiled to himself and hugged you tighter. "If it makes you feel any better," he whispered. "I think about me all the time too."

"Satoru! You're awful!"

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding!" he laughed. "I think about you too."

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[gayregina]

Amadeo by gayregina

Basically the painting scene of 2*04 but make it devil’s minion in the 70s-80s (and generally a little devil’s minion around that time). This is small but enjoy;)

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He was surprised when he witnessed the apathy settle in. It appeared his boy had grown used to him. No longer afraid, no longer running. Long were the nights he chased after him, looking for the spark that set him apart from the rest, the one that had intrigued Louis into picking him among the norm. And he had found it at last. The restless dark hours of following him around and making him jump at every turn were fun but limiting. The days he would wake the human from his slumber were better. The way he would caress his damp curls, trail his fingers across the soft skin and kiss the lines of his body. His lips that he refused to touch even through the fever of lust that defined most of their nights together. Instead they found his neck and the rich blood flowed into his mouth. The low moan of agreement and his boy’s hands grasping his arms or his back or his hair desperately. The times Armand’s hands wandered lower on the human’s body, pleasuring what ached for him the most. That was strictly the days Daniel refused the high of the drugs, when he chose the vampire’s blood above all else. His demanding lips on his wrist, the blood trailing down his mouth. The desire in his eyes and the little gasp he would let out when he would feel Armand’s breath on his neck. Anticipation and trust being the only words hanging in the air around them, the horrors of their past rendezvous long forgotten. Now he was enamored only by his beauty and his charm and the way he would melt into every embrace they shared. That was what set him apart from everyone else. That was the very reason why at times he couldn’t predict his own words as they were flowing out of his mouth with profound ease.

There was a specific night that felt different even before it had begun. Daniel had promised to follow him wherever he went. They talked and they laughed as their feet were moving in sync through the streets of Paris and Daniel’s fingers even dared to brush against his in the dark corners of the alleys. It was a sober night and Armand had learnt those were the most dangerous. He lead him through the bustling crowds and away where the silence in the familiar museum welcomed them and mocked the vampire for his scheme. Daniel’s eyes were a reflection of curiosity and bewilderment and they fell on the painting as Armand stopped next to it. The boy reached out his hand and his fingers grazed Amadeo’s face gently, no one around them to prevent him. No words of explanation were exchanged because they were never needed between them. Only a surprised chuckle was heard across the room and the young boy just watched, admiring the sight.

“I was seventeen years old then, I think. The only one to ever capture my humanity. My maker was the one that thought of it and brought it to life. I served him with all my heart but not for what he was. I never asked for the dark gift. What good is eternal life if you do not know who you are? When you live so long you forget your origins and the faces of those who once cherished you and protected you and loathed you and betrayed you. There is no longer truth amongst your memories, only biased perceptions of half-forgotten stories that feel so distant as if they were once myths. I would have rather died of the illness that plagued me than endure all that have followed. But my maker couldn’t bear the thought of losing me and so he cursed me.” He looked over to Daniel and he was watching him with restlessness and concentration. Was it empathy he was looking for? Someone to comfort him? He did not know.

“It felt as though I was thrown overboard and I didn’t know how to swim. I struggled and it was endless. The question of whether I could float or inevitably drown was pounding in my nauseous mind. I wished and I prayed that the sea would swallow me whole. But it didn’t hear any of my pleadings and I was washed ashore. A meaningless existence followed, all my potential companion to everything that flourishes at the bottom of the ocean; always out of reach with the treacherous possibility of greatness. Only loneliness remained and it wrecked the rest. My own body felt foreign and the sun was my enemy and my temptation for a long time. I almost surrendered to it until I no longer could. My power was too strong and somehow still useless. I was never capable enough to get rid of all I despised because somehow I was still myself.” Bloody tears were rolling down his cheeks. “I never learnt how to float. I never walked along the sand, Daniel. I am still drowning.” He felt Daniel’s touch on his cheeks, how he wiped away his tears, similar to what had occurred between him and Amadeo a few moments ago. His violet eyes were apologetic and sorrowful and he offered him a bitter smile. He guided him in his arms for the first time and Armamd thought he understood now the safety of a life vest and the calmness it spread in him. And when he pulled him closer and pressed his lips gently against his, Armand felt like a boy again and suddenly he had no regrets and he forgot all about the grief and the pain. And as he hugged Daniel’s waist and brought him closer, he considered that maybe his boy didn’t reach for him despite his demons and his edges but because of them. Through the innocent gaze of Amadeo, the boy smiled at him in agreement.

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I would love to hear your thoughts on this. Thank you!

[throwmethroughawindow]

anyways what’s stopping me rn from writing a fanfic where ProHero!Bakugou stumbles across fanfictions about him and he jokingly starts reading them to the rest of the heroes but he starts to get a little annoyed at how the writer portrays him so he goes out of his way to make an account (blackandorangeexplosionking) to comment on the fics like

“Dynamite wouldn’t do this”

“He can definitely lift more than 800 hundred pounds”

“He doesn’t smell sweet, he smells really manly and not like caramel”

“Dynamite doesn’t live in a fuckin’ penthouse, he has a nice house in the suburbs away from all these extras. He’s not like fuckin’ IcyHot”

And the writers like ???? Shut up these are my headcanons about him and you can’t change how I see him??? If you wanna write what you think he can / can’t do, what he does / doesn’t like, write your own stories???

And he gets upset and comments “I know him personally and he thinks these are dumb stories”

And writers like 🙄🙄✋🏽lol ok whatever loser

And Bakugou gets so riled up he stops commenting on writers stories and just starts sending them messages on every platform they have; telling them that they have false information and they have no idea who dynamite really is and writing him how they do is stupid and writer finally gets fed up and is like ok let’s meet up and fckn talk at a coffee shop or something since you feel so passionate about these fictional headcanons / stories about a prohero who won’t ever see them

Bakugou’s foaming at the mouth ready to rip into the writer so he drops the name of a hole in the wall coffee shop and says they have 30 minutes, he’ll be sitting in the back and so he shows up 20 minutes early to sit and rehearse what he’s going to say and tell them to take down their stories because theyre not accurate but then the cutest cutie pie (writer🤍) walks in with an annoyed look on their face and he’s lost for words (wow for once) and doesn’t know what to say to them.

Bakugous wearing a mask and a hat pulled over his ash blonde hair but his carmine eyes are sharp as ever as he assesses the writer; their eyes widening in recognition of the pro hero Dynamite sitting in front of them. It had been Dynamite all along reading the silly head canons and stories about himself, no wonder he made comments like that. And oh my god the fucking smut Jesus Christ. Embarrassment was evident on writers face but they sit down across from him and patiently wait for him to tell them everything they got wrong.

[29625]

Ice sews some masks for Sli and Mav (during the height of Covid) and while Sli gets something simple and usable in his day to day life Mav gets some silly ones. One of them is a wolf or dog mouth embroidered on it—and Sli laughs his ass off while Mav just pouts because it’s so fun and silly and oddly fitting for his partner.

And the rest is…smut. Old Slimav smut. With Mav being a bitey bite and marking and fucking Sli til he makes him scream and jolt in overwhelming pleasure. DILF sub Sli? Sign me up.

[clickerflight]

Voltober 23. Fears and Anguish - Sons of Billionaires

Author's notes: I didn't think I would write one shots for this fanfic during this challenge, but I think I'm up to 3 of them now (the other will be posted a few days before halloween)

Masterlist - Part 22

Content: halfa whumpee, panic attack, nightmare, angst

@voltober

Nightmares | Phobia | Wracked with Guilt

Vlad woke up to the sound of screams. They were, unfortunately, becoming familiar to him at this point as Danny was plagued by nightmares now, especially since his therapist had started helping him work through what his parents had done to him.

Vlad rolled out of bed, grabbing his robe and putting it on, tying it closed and heading down the hall, running a hand to shake his hair out of his tired eyes.

He opened the door to Danny’s room and he stepped in, leaning over the bed and shaking Danny’s shoulder.

“Badger? Are you alright?”

Danny startled awake, the blanket tangled around his legs. His eyes, glowing green in the dark, blurred with tears.

“NO!” he screeched, putting his hands up as a shield up around himself. “PLEASE! NO!”

Vlad backed off, keeping his hands up. “Woah, woah. It’s okay, badger. It’s just me-”

“STAY AWAY!” Danny screamed, tears dripping off of his chin. “HAVEN’T YOU DONE ENOUGH!?”

Vlad backed even farther away, and the guilt he thought he had worked through came back all at once. He flinched back, keeping his hands where Danny could see them. “I’m not going to hurt you. Remember?”

Danny stared at him with wide wide eyes, uncomprehending of what Vlad was saying.

“You know what? That’s okay, I’ll just go back to bed. Let Henry know if you need anything.”

Vlad backed out of the room and gently closed the door. It hurt to leave Danny like that, but if he had been having a nightmare about Vlad, he did not want to make the boy uncomfortable. He found his way back through the hall and let his robe drop in a heap before he climbed back into bed, the blankets down at his waist as he laid on his back, looking up at the ceiling. He would need to let the therapists know about this, and talk with Danny in the morning. He didn’t know what this would mean for their situation, but if Danny no longer felt safe in the manor, Vlad would not force him to stay here.

His heart hurt at the thought and he closed his eyes, breathing out deeply through his nose as he tried to purge the guilt from his mind. Yes, what he had done to scare the boy was terrible, and he wished he could go back and do it all over again, but he couldn’t. He would just have to do what he could and hope that Danny would be alright. And he would do his best to make up for every moment of pain and fear he had ever caused the boy.

He was about to roll over and attempt to quiet his mind to sleep when he heard feet on the floorboards outside his room. He turned his head as the door was pushed open and Danny sheepishly looked in.

“Vlad?”

“Yes, Danny?” Vlad asked, sitting up.

Danny shuffled his feet. “’M sorry.”

“That’s alright, my boy,” Vlad said gently. “Nightmares are scary, and sometimes it can be confusing when you wake up. Are you feeling better?”

“Yes.” Danny took a step inside and closed the door, staring at the ground and fidgeting. “I’m not scared of you anymore. I just wanted you to know.”

Vlad smiled. “I am relieved to hear that. I was afraid we would be having a difficult discussion in the morning. Is there anything I can do for you?”

Danny looked up, embarrassment written on his face. “Uh, no, not really.”

“Are you sure? I can and will help you with anything.”

Danny looked down quickly and shrugged. “Don’t wanna sleep alone,” he mumbled.

“Ah, I see. I have a hard time sleeping after the nightmares too, sometimes. This bed is very big if you want to stay here for the night.”

“I’m not a baby,” Danny said, despite the hesitant step he took forward. “I should just go back to bed.”

“Whatever you want to do, badger,” Vlad said. He scooted over in the bed so he was on the far side, showing how much room there was in case Danny wanted to stay.

It seemed the small halfa made up his mind as he climbed into the bed, tucking himself in and closing his eyes fiercely.

“Goodnight,” he said firmly.

“Goodnight,” Vlad said with a smile. He rolled over to give Danny some privacy as he fell asleep, but he himself did not fall asleep until he was sure Danny had fallen back to sleep.

VTB Part 24

Sons of Billionaires

[fuctacles]

He's capable of charming god

For @steddiemicrofic September prompt "Charm", to which my brain screamed Hogwarts AU, sorry not sorry. T | WC 548 | CW Slytherin!Eddie | Hogwarts AU

“Yellow is capable of charming god.” - Vincent van Gogh, my insane little yellow lover whose quote I’ve found while looking for a title and it was oh so fitting

Steve had a crush.

It reached an all-time peak in his last year, when the Slytherin he was eyeing, who should be far away from his table, had befriended one of his fellow Hufflepuffs.

"Pathetic," Robin whispered as he flipped through his potions textbook without reading, eyes focused on Eddie and Chrissy, who was tying up his long dark hair with her Hufflepuff-colored scrunchie.

"Robin," he wheezed.

"I know, I'm sorry." She rolled her eyes. "Are you gonna grow out your hair now? Share hair accessories with Munson?"

Steve has been considering it. 

Robin slapped him on the arm.

"Dude!"

"I know!" he hissed. 

The sight of Eddie wearing Chrissy's scrunchie was seared into his brain. The contrast of yellow to his dark hair and metalhead shtick buzzed behind his eyes and the idea of him in something of Steve's was growing into a fixation.

Whenever he passed him, hair flowing, Steve's hands twitched to braid them, to tie them with anything, his fucking tie if he had to. At some point, he even got a yellow handkerchief and started wearing it in his pants’ pocket just like Eddie did.

"I know," he sighed.

Capital ‘P’ pathetic.

But all the Robin-induced insults went forgotten when she waved a piece of parchment in his face one November afternoon.

"What is this," he frowned at her flatly. He stilled her wrist to read ‘Eddie Munson’ scrawled on the paper in the ugliest handwriting he'd ever seen.

"Your secret giftee!" she screeched loudly.

"What?!"

"Eddie signed up for Secret Santa and I, your best friend, pulled on some strings, made some exchanges, and voila!"

She was beaming with smug satisfaction, appropriately, but Steve's mind was already racing with possibilities..

"What am I supposed to give him?"

As Eddie opened the box and saw a plain black scrunchie, Steve rushed with explanations.

"I've charmed it so it responds to music. Your hair will change with what you’re listening to."

Eddie blinked at him, surprise evident.

"Like what?"

"Um, it gets flowy with ballads, and for metal, I know it’s your favorite, the hair gets big and puffy. Well, you know. And uh, it's based on a mood-based spell? So their tips get red with love songs and so on." 

Of course he had to mention love of all things, his heart now thudding as he watched Eddie tie his hair. With a scrunchie from Steve. He pulled a strand in front of his face and observed it lighten.

"Yellow means…?"

"Uh, happy," Steve admitted bashfully. At least he knew his gift was a success. Eddie's eyes observed him like a hawk.

"Does it have to be in my hair to work?" He questioned with a weird tilt to his tone. 

"Wearing it on your wrist will work too."

"What’s pink?"

"Affection." He knew the colors by heart after months of perfecting the charm. He had hair ties everywhere and he tested them all himself.

He tested them all himself.

One was currently sitting on his wrist and Eddie… Eddie was looking at his hair.

"And gold?"

They both watched as the tip of his ponytail started shining in the candlelights.

"Charmed."

"Huh. I guess I am," Eddie grinned at him. And the pink of his dimpled cheeks needed no spellbook to read.

[thefaearealwaysamongyou]

And you know who DESERVED BETTER????? TODD INGRAM. My guy. My baby boy. My bro. Bro was going thru it and didn't even get enough screen time to really show the wallowing going on. He should've been the whole show. Unbelievable. Fanfiction writers, send his ass to the penis explosion chamber.