#i really miss him heavy - thank goodness for fanfics

[asce-of-hearts]

I'd like to please request a Yandere Ace (platonic or romantic) who's fallen for someone maybe a pirate, Marine or even just a normal everyday person who saved his life. Playing up his injuries and using the fact the world thinks his dead to keep them doting on him in a way he's never been cared for before.

I love your fanfic they are always so good

Thanks for writing all these cool requests and storys.

Play House

Contents: Yandere!Ace domesticity/character analysis idk...

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WARNINGS: SOFT YANDERE, BREEDING.

He could barely function.

It was to be expected, really. After all he had a hole right through his chest and abdomen. His organs, his everything, was reduced to a pool of crushed meat and bloody horror. And yet, he survived, somehow. And the first thing he saw after opening his eyes was your face. Teary eyed, hiccuping, beautiful.

He was never a quitter, but something about the way you looked at him had him smitten. His recovery was hard, painful and slow. But after a year, he's there, with you, sharing a bed. Your soft breathing as you lay your head right over his heart, right over the scar. Its comforting in a way, unsettling in another. He misses his old life, misses the adventure and misses the danger. But then again, he can barely function. He can lift heavy things, he can do manual work, but he can't fight, he can't kill, he can't do many of the things his old life required of him. Because it hurt, and because even if he doesn't want to admit it, his body isn't the only thing left with deep scars.

And you're good to him. That's the other issue. You're too good to him.

He doesn't know how you managed to nurse him back to health with minimal complications, without him ending up stuck to a wheelchair or confined in a bed unable to do anything other than blink and wait for death. In months you already had him walking, talking, eating, doing things he thought would be impossible, because he would be dead in a ditch without your help.

It seems bizarre. Because compared to him, you're this tiny little thing that anyone could hurt and kill. But he won't let anyone do that, he won't let anyone take his angel away, the only thing he lives and breathes for in that moment. It's silly, really. Your life is reduced to working in a little farm in an island in the middle of nowhere; no pirates, no marines, just a small town and a small house and a small life. His hands find your stomach, gently kneading the soft flesh. What would it take to keep you happy? To keep him grounded? A child? Two? How many? He has thought about it before, settling means stability, and stability leads to things like children. Is that really it? Keeping you barefoot and pregnant for the rest of eternity seems like the best way to spend the rest of his life. Doted upon, cared for, loved and milked dry. The more he thinks about it the easier it is for him to fall asleep.

He has all the time in the world to play house with you.

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[jay-wasstuff]

[markgraysonstears]

01 ┊ “ Kiss it, kiss it better, baby. ” ⸝⸝ .

THIS IS A OLD FANFIC BY THE WAY DONT MAUL ME

★ masochist m!mark x fem!reader? ( i don't rlly describe much fembody stuff so take it as u want actually ) , i didn't proofread cuz i cringe a lil at my writing.

★ warnings : ,, masochism, sub mark, mention of blood , heavy petting, ++ ( nothing too crazy )

A/N : hi so this is mainly for self indulgence so you MAY not get mention of yn blushing cuz...💆🏽‍♀️ baby how... anyways enjoy my shit riding ( also give me requests thanks )

that was meant to be writing but LOL.... if the boot fits....

this stupid ass rants took me like 5 days bc i got tired of the plot so its gonna feel rushed at the end. sorry babes

Invincible, a man with great strength, power, and status. A man that shows confidence, yet a bit of an ego with that name. However, the one under the mask shows the exact opposite with you.

MARK GRAYSON not Invincible, that unlocks your window after a battle. That's the man that enters with a rough entrance and has smudged and dried blood near the corner of his mouth. Despite his mangy, blood-soaked appearance, he always greeted you with pet names.

Mark clasps your hand in his while he gazes down at you with weak eyes, intertwining your hand into his. Your palm feels so cold; it helped with his bruises— it was also nice to just have your touch. “ Mark, we can talk later; please go get yourself healed up ,” you say with concern. Obviously, it went into one ear and right out the other; the man didn't even attempt to stray from your touch. “ I'll be alright, baby; your hands are doing a great job. ”

MARK GRAYSON who kisses you with need, despite the throbbing pain in his lips. By now, you weren't bothered by the metallic flavor. This is something he frequently does, which is obviously not a criticism!

MARK GRAYSON who absolutely adores you, lingering on his broken lips. Though mark would be ashamed to admit, the pain makes him feel intoxicated. The way your hands pull off the mask that covers the rest of his pretty face and then return to his black hair to tug a little bit makes it seem almost electric.

MARK GRAYSON that has the misfortune ( though fortunate for you ) of wearing such a tight suit, lets his body show his desperation as he promises he's fine, the pain isn't that awful. Even if it was, he's ashamed that he mind a little pressure against his raw and bruised skin after the attacks.

“ please? ” While his longing hands pulled you down onto his bulge by your waist, the superhero's whispered, sensuous voice begged you. Mark's rough finger pads soon traveled down to the sides of your thighs, Blue nails puncture into the fatty tissue, dragging you down against him. A strangled whimper came from him as your body pressed against his wounded chest and all the way down. The pressure hurt, but in a good way. He just needed to get some pleasure out of today. Come on, you wouldn't deny a begging man, right? “ we can do whatever, I just—I just need this. ”

MARK GRAYSON, who you couldn't resist even if you really wanted to. If you had insisted on receiving real help, his sad little eyes wouldn't have left your head; all he wanted was to feel better. Though you do miss him in this condition. You give in out of selfishness. You have missing Mark's whimpers and labored breathing, muffled between your neck and his lips, for the past month because he's been too busy.

MARK GRAYSON Who loves to grip onto your hips, watch you rock back and forth against his arousal—like your motions were magic—and show his thanks towards you? He praises you in-between thick swallows and shallow breath. Mark wanted to rip the rest of this torn-up suit off. Your arms lying on his shoulders, the pain got overwhelmed by pleasure.

Your lips pressed against his bruised neck, the kiss seems to just send aches right back to his erection. Those soft, cold hands of yours traveled down to press against his chest, a hiss slipping out of his mouth—followed with a moan. Remind Mark to never go at least 3months and a without any sexual contact. It's almost a bit embarrassing.. even for him

MARK GRAYSON He wastes no time sliding his hands up your body to remove your shirt and tugging at your shorts. He almost seems to forget to take off his own, but you don't let that happen.

MARK GRAYSON flutters his eyes at you while your fingertips push him down. His elbows hold him up as he watches you lower your head, — MARK GRAYSON who you couldn't deny.

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[knickynoo]

Hey hey! New BTTF fan here! I've been obsessed with the franchise for a bit now and I've done everything from reading the comics to watching the telltale game and reading fanfics and reading your blog (you have no idea how much your blog satisfies my cravings for new content) and I was wondering if you had any recommendations for fanfictions and fanartists :D

Hello! Welcome! I love the Telltale game so much. It's great that there are so many extensions of the movies for us to sink our teeth into. And I'm happy you're enjoying my blog :)

I'm not super familiar with fanartists in the fandom, but here are a handful of some great fics.

• "It Can Be Cruel Sometimes" by Anakin_McFly : A short little fic dealing with Marty's existential crisis post trilogy events. Ends on a sweet note.

• "Time to Time" by kathkin (aka @penny-anna): This one is just. It's incredible, okay? I return to this one over and over just to experience how beautiful it is.

• "A Bubble, Bursting" also by kathkin : After years missing, Marty returns home not any older and with a ridiculous explanation as to where he's been. Love the complexity of this one and the heavy inclusion of Linda!

• "No Little Plans" by cleflink : I think this was one of the first BTTF fics I came across when I got back into the fandom. Doc and Marty go on a trip to the World's Fair and, as usual for them, things go terribly wrong. But this is a lovely fic with some great Doc and Marty friendship moments. Einie is there too!

• "Now I Am Become Death" by @bg-sparrow : A great fic about Doc's involvement in The Manhattan Project. Really well done.

• The "Time Circuits Series" also by BGSparrow is also fantastic.

• "Time is a Flat Circle" by ThePhenomenalStingray (aka @fourth-dimensional-thinker) : Truly one of the most unique and well executed concepts I've come across in the fandom. It's so good.

• "'Cause I Might Not Make It Back" by @rose-of-pollux : A rival scientist is after the secrets of time travel, and Marty gets himself stuck in the middle of it all—with amnesia, no less. So on brand for him. I loved this fic.

• "The Impossible and the Improbable" by @rose-of-pollux : This is a short but fun one that brings Marty and Doc face to face with the supernatural. I'm a sucker for anything that integrates Marty's Irish background into the story, and I love the idea that he grew up hearing Irish folklore.

• "Until I Get Home" by @daryfromthefuture : This one is an epic 30 chapters long, so great if you're looking for a fic really savor. I love stuck in 1885 fics, and I think Dary wins the award for most time poured into a fic about it. Angst, friendship, and our boys trapped in the Old West. Lots to enjoy in this one.

Whew! That was more than a handful, wasn't it? It was so hard to pick these because a lot of these authors have written countless other ones I've enjoyed, but I'll let you explore their works for yourself! I didn't include any of my own fics on here (is it weird to put your own fics in a rec list??) but if you've been through my blog, you've probably read some!

Thanks for the ask, and happy reading!

[smilesatdawnmain]

I bet you have so much to do with all your great au's and the fanfics and arts you make for them (they are always awesome by the way), but I was wondering if you are planing on writing the Untaken au sometimes in the future or if its going to be a fun idea but there is nothing big planned.

I hope you are happy and healthy. Take your breaks and have a nice day!

I am planning to, yes!! :D I’ve already started too. I just don’t know when I’ll post any fanfic stuff about it. I have written many many things for it however :3 hehe

And I’m happy to share a scene from it

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Note: since MK was never taken in the UnTaken Au, he would go back to being Xiaotian. (Nickname still being MK)

Taken Xiaotian however, would instead be named Xiaohua. (Nickname still being Xiaoxiao)

It was pitch dark out when Wukong’s eyes popped open, the sound of the door creaking open drawing him awake. Keeping still, he frowned at the ceiling. Mihou was still sound asleep beside him, pressing tightly to Wukong’s side with the King’s arm firmly around his waist. Keeping his mate secure, Wukong listened to shuffling, moving through the room slowly. He couldn’t see them, so they must have been smaller than the bed.

Positive it was one of his children, just not sure which one yet, he waited. He heard the laundry hamper being flipped, pushed against the bed so the child could use it as a stepping stool to make his way up onto the bed. Moving through the fluffy blankets they crawled. Their breath was heavy through their little nose, unaware they were being watched.

Wukong peeked down by his feet when he felt a little hand grab his foot above the covers. He could smell the child now as cinnamon overtook his senses; MK.

His smiles, reaching down to brush his fingers to the toddler's head. MK was startled, jumping a little when he realised his Dada was awake. Immediately MK was nuzzling against his Father’s hands, his wet cheeks evident against his palm.

Wukong’s thumb brushed to MK’s cheek in the dark, his voice soft. “What’s wrong, bud?”

“B-Bad dream.” the child whimpered

“Oh,” Wukong frowned. He patted his chest to draw MK closer to lay against him, “We can’t have that now. C’mere.” MK was quick to scamper up to his chest and nuzzle against his fur. Wet eyelashes closed, cooing.

Wukong rubbed his boy’s back, soothing his little one. He kissed the top of his head, lifting the blanket to cover them both. “Such a brave Monkey Kid.” he murmured. It didn’t take long for MK’s breathing to slow, his little chest rising up and down as he slipped into sleep. Wukong smiled, drifting back into sleep himself.

A few hours later Xiaohua was kicking down the door, a bundle of beheaded fluff. “Xiaotian is missing!” he screeched. He paused when MK’s head snapped upward from his Father’s chest, fur messy and eyes wide. Xiaohua’s mouth fell open in absolute SHOCK!

“Good morning, Xiaoxiao.” Wukong purred. Next to him, Mihou’s head was lifting drowsily, eyes inconsistently blinking.

“Huh…?” he grumbled

“Sleep over?!” Xiaohua demanded. He patted his little chest, clearly left out of such a fun event. “Without Xiaoxiao?!”

Mihou blinked, too tired to really form any words, and just buried his face back into Wukong’s shoulder. He tugged on Wukong’s tail with his own for his mate to deal with this situation.

“Gee thanks.” Wukong frowned at him. He gestured for Xiaohua to calm down, “It’s okay buddy, MK just had a bad dream so he came here. You can come join us right now?” he offered, patting beside him.

He could see the top of Xiaohua’s little head at the end of the bed, heatedly walking back and forth. Grumbling and on the verge of a tantrum. “Xiaoxiao is peeved! Peeved I tell you!” The child declared.

MK and Wukong glance at each other, sinking a bit further into the mattress to try and flatten themselves, hoping if they disappeared maybe they could avoid the wrath of the jealous Xiaohua.

[squidsquidsquidsquidsquidgame]

Hello, I really like your fanfic story about fictional characters Squid Game X Readers. I wanna request a Gihun with a breeding kink :). Thank you ^^♥

Fill You Full

Pairing: Seong Gi-hun x Reader Rating: Explicit (18+) Word Count: ~2,200 Genre: Smut, Breeding Kink, Slight Angst, Emotional Intimacy

Summary: Gi-hun's been quiet all night. Something’s on his mind—you can feel it in his hands, in his kiss, in the way he touches you like he’s trying to leave something behind. When he finally speaks, it’s raw and honest: “I want to fill you up.”

Warnings:

Explicit sexual content (18+ only)

Breeding kink (mentions of pregnancy, creampie, impregnation talk)

Light rough sex with emotional tenderness

Praise kink, possessive language (“mine,” “want to see you swollen with me”)

Slight desperation / emotional vulnerability

Established relationship

Aftercare and gentle comedown

Protected sex not used (consensual, fantasy context—reader discretion advised)

It starts with the way he kisses you.

Not playful. Not even seductive. Just needy. Like he’s starving for something only you can give.

Gi-hun pulls you onto his lap the second the door closes behind you both. His hands are already under your shirt, his lips fierce against yours, like the hour-long ride home was just too long to wait.

“Missed you,” he mumbles into your mouth.

“You saw me this morning,” you laugh breathlessly.

“Still missed you.”

You cup his face, feeling the faint stubble scrape your palms. His eyes are darker than usual—heavy, intense. There's something there, lurking just behind them. You try to read it, but he’s already kissing down your neck, dragging your top over your head.

He lifts you easily, carries you to the bed like you weigh nothing. The moment your back hits the mattress, he’s on you again, pressing his hips into yours, kissing you like a man who’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go.

“Gi-hun,” you whisper. “What’s going on?”

He pauses—just for a second—eyes locked on yours, chest rising with shallow breaths.

Then, finally:

“I want to fill you up.”

Your breath catches. “What?”

“I want to see you swollen with me,” he murmurs, voice low and hoarse. “Want you so full of me you can’t think about anything else.”

You blink up at him, heart pounding.

“Been thinking about it for days,” he confesses, reaching down to undo your jeans. “Can’t get it out of my head.”

Your panties are soaked by the time he peels them off.

He groans when he sees you—really sees you. His fingers trace the slick between your thighs, and he curses under his breath.

“Already dripping,” he mutters. “Fuck, baby…”

He pushes two fingers into you, curling just right. You arch beneath him, moaning softly.

“You like that idea?” he murmurs. “Me filling you up, watching you take it all?”

You nod, flushed and breathless.

“You want it, baby? Want me to breed this pretty pussy?”

You gasp, eyes fluttering shut. “Yes… please, yes.”

That’s all he needs.

He fumbles with his belt, pants shoved down just enough to free his cock. He’s hard and leaking, veins throbbing as he lines himself up with your entrance.

“Look at me,” he commands softly.

You do.

He pushes in slow—inch by inch—until he’s buried to the hilt.

The stretch knocks the breath from your lungs. Gi-hun groans deep in his throat, forehead resting against yours.

“Fuck, you feel like heaven.”

He starts to move—slow at first, then rougher, deeper. The bed creaks beneath you both, your fingers clawing at his back as he drives into you with purpose.

Each thrust lands deeper, his voice dark and thick with need.

“Gonna fill you up so good.”

“Wanna see you carrying me.”

“Gonna fuck a baby into you, right here.”

You whimper at every word, heat pooling low in your belly.

He reaches between your bodies, thumb finding your clit, rubbing tight, fast circles that send sparks racing up your spine.

“That’s it, baby,” he pants. “Come on my cock. Let me feel you milk me.”

You come hard—legs shaking, eyes rolling back—clenching around him like a vice.

Gi-hun doesn’t last long after that. With a few more sloppy thrusts and a low, broken groan of your name, he spills inside you. You feel it—warm, deep, endless—as he grinds into you with a final shudder.

Neither of you move for a long moment.

Then he collapses beside you, pulling you against his chest, still catching his breath.

He places a hand on your lower belly, gentle and reverent.

“Think I meant it too much,” he jokes softly, half-laughing.

You nuzzle into him, heart still racing. “That’s okay,” you whisper. “I liked it too much.”

He kisses your temple.

And for the first time all day, you feel him fully relax.

[reijamira]

My Golden Blood Episode 4: Of Finding Friends And Learning To Be One (my live reaction)

Wednesday was so busy. I had no time to look for spoilers. Like last week, I wasn't on tumblr. Only Xitter (I tried to help the trend.)

So, no spoilers at all for this week. That's a first.

Let's not waste any more time, we're going in now:

50:30 min. Seven minutes fewer than last week. I already miss these seven minutes. Can't get enough of this show.

The intro is playing. I will NEVER EVER skip this intro. It's the best of any series I watched.

"Desire for Blood" is the title. Will we get some biting today? At one point, I'd really like to see Mark drinking from Tong's neck. It's a vampire show. We're here for some neck biting. 🫦😊😍

Ah, it's "Mark" now, not "khun" or "mister". A development. 😊

I love the uniforms. Tong and Mark look really nice in them. Like really, really nice. Mmh 🤩

Mark often appearing or standing right behind Tong (speaking to his neck/ear) is doing something interesting to my feels. That's so protective. Possessive, too. Sensual, as well. 🫠🫦

Lol, cruel babygirl Tong. Don't make your bodyguard vampy miserable.

Aww, was that fishing for a compliment, khun Mark? Of course, Tong thinks you're cool. We all still remember his visible reaction upon seeing your half-naked self in EP1.

It's astonishing how Joss can make Gawin look so smol. 😂😍 I really love how both carry themselves here. Mark's posture is so calm, confident, and commanding. Tong seems more fiery, tense, and defiant.

I enjoy how amused Mark is by all that back and forth bickering with Tong. I can tell that man is doting on Tong. It's not just the sweet blood.

A deep moment about the meaning of friendship. Mark has given up on it. Tong still has hope.

Aw, Mark wanted to comfort Tong. It's so sweet how much he cares for him. He really felt Tong's sadness/loneliness because it's something he himself went through. He understands.

Mark is a vampire with a heart. Like Angel (Buffy).

Lol, we're entering the basketball field now. I said it once, and I say it again: this feels like an AU fanfic about JossGawin. 😆👍 The parallels are paralleling.

Okay, Tong, I get you! Mark in a white tank top is a killer look. 🫦🤭💣

I love it how Tong juts his chin out and puffs himself up in order to stand up to Mark. He has such a challenging nature. So defiant. A little bratty. But cute!

Uh, gotta prepare for that blindfolded basketball scene. There will be some hot tension. 🔥

Omg! YES. If you take away one sense, you heighten the others. Gorgeous scene!

I'm sorry, my mind is in the gutter. "it's in" out of context... 🤭😆

Love the scene on the roof. Beautiful lighting. Look at how amused Mark is here. So sweet how he touched Tong's fingers. 🫠😍

OMG, Mark went full out to save Tong's favorite shirt. What a vampire!

"I LOVE YOUR SCENT." Aww! 🫠🫠🫠😍☺️

Mark is so whipped. Tong doesn't really know how to approach his blossoming feelings for Mark. It's adorable to watch.

He brought Mark tomato juice and sandwiches! 😍

Tonkla in that hot dog costume! 🤣👌

Uh, Nakan! What are you up to?

The awaited library scene!

Will they kiss or won't they kiss?

Hands around the waist! 🫦

Uh, the tension is so good! My heart is beating so fast.

Ahahaha, kiss-blocked by Pride and Prejudice. 🤣🤣👌 I knew it that Tong would bail out.

Okay, both Mark, but especially Tong, reflect on their feelings via Pride and Prejudice. Is it love? It might be. It totally could be. I think it is.

Thank you, show, for this stunning shot of a sexy back of a drop-dead gorgeous man! 🫶🙏😍🔥

Ah, no, I hope Tonkla won't betray Tong (knowingly).

Uh, heavy. Is this talk about betrayal foreshadowing?

I understand Tong, but I feel bad for Mark. He's getting a lot of hell from Tong.

Lol, thank you, Tonkla, for the laugh! 🤣

That basketball scene was fantastic.

Is Mark's faith in friendship slowly coming back? Love how everyone stood up for Mark.

😱 I completely forgot about the towel scene. It hit me out of the blue. Look at JG! How gorgeous can you be, huh?

My, this towel scene! As distracting as these handsome men are, it's a deeply touching scene. Them clad only in towels makes them naked, vulnerable, laid bare. This scene feels so intimate because of that. THIS a pivotal moment for both of them.

They are now official friends! 👌🫠

Indirect kiss incoming. (I'm a simple girl. I notice things like that 🤷‍♀️😂)

Let me guess: Mark takes a sip, too, and gets a taste of Tong's saliva, which makes him hunger for the real thing?

Hahaha, I was so wrong! The smell of Tong's saliva made Mark's heart beat again, right? Or was it a work in progress, and now that Mark really loves Tong, it can beat again?

Anyway, that kiss, though! What a delivery!

I have butterflies in my stomach. I feel warm and dizzy! It was magical! Romantic! Sweet!

Love how it was cut, Joss's song is perfect for that scene, the flashbacks add to the mood.

😍🤩🔥🫦

I'm still reeling from that kiss! It was one of the best kisses I have seen so far. Really got the emotions across. Awww, let me swoon for a moment.

Please, anyone, help me build a time machine. I need to travel to next Wednesday's episode! RIGHT NOW!

I'm dying, screaming, squeeling, kicking my legs!

Holy macaroni! WHY do JG ignite such a wildfire? What sorcery is this?

I can't!

Okay, that's it. I need to calm my emotions.

What a phenomenal episode! Wow! I love this theme of a lonely, good-natured, stoic vampire who rediscovers his humanity. Mark is such a green flag! The heartbeat scene is so dear to me!

[This was the first time I live-tweeted my reaction to my X.]

[All screenshots made by me]

[sugoi-writes]

Scream Machine - Part 3 (An Alastor x Reader fanfic)

A/N: Sorry for the delay on this part! I was really tossed up on whether or not to have smut in this part... I decided no smut on this part. Can't rush to the good part! The next should be VERY very steamy, though! This is a strictly - plot heavy part. Haha

No major warnings! Please enjoy!

True to his word, Alastor had sent help your way. A chaste knock came to your door, and you opened it to a small horde of black and white minions, inky and oblong. The stitches that held their forms together were groteque, hardly holding the poor bastards together as you saw frays and tears... It appeared these were sinners bound to Alastor's whim. And Alastor seems to work them nearly to their second deaths. You shuddered but gave them a courteous smile as you allowed the entities inside. Wordlessly, they started to collect your belongings, you having neatly prepared them.

" I uhh-- I have a cab? I don't know if y'all can understand me, but we can load everything up when it gets here--" You jumped as a static, shrill sound erupted from behind you, followed by a low, monotone hum. The sound reminded you of a lightsaber, making you hopeful that this was something benevolent (silly, maybe, but a sinner could dream). Slowly, you turn towards the sound, only to be met by a gold-rimmed portal. Your eyes were wide with disbelief, as the ominous steps of the Hazbin Hotel looked back at you from the other side.

"Oh-- well, I guess-- I guess this is fine?" You were a little nervous, unsure if this portal was Alastor's doing, or someone else's. The gold immediately made you think of the Morningstars, but you weren't sure if that should be comforting or terrifying. Continuing in silence, Alastor's henchman began heaving your things through the portal. You were relieved, mentally… Had you had all of your belongings from Earth, this process would have taken MUCH longer; especially if you were by yourself. You helped with the little bits that were left over, stepping cautiously through the portal with your final piece of luggage. Once you set yourself on the steps of the hotel, the golden portal closed behind you. You swallowed hoarsely, nerves wavering as you started to ascend. Was this truly a good idea? And was your decision... rushed?

The money? A heavenly perk. A free place to live, with free amenities and services? Excellent! But… the man holding the other end of the chain… Alastor. That was the only catch to this whole arrangement...

How would he treat this situation, based off of your tryst in the alleyway, just hours before? Should you pretend that it never happened? Should you be expecting more of the 'unexpected' from him? Should you have so hastily agreed to come to this place?

Your mind was racing with possibilities and dismay as the doors to the hotel slammed open. You narrowly missed the golden bellhop's cart as it came barreling down the stairs, carrying two riled up passengers. Once at rock bottom, you saw a tall, vivacious spider demon and a petite, spunky cyclops demon. As both dusted themselves off, they laughed breathlessly, wiping tears from their eyes.

"Fuck, you should've-- you should've seen the look on your face, Ange!" came the smaller one, one that you had realized to be upcoming heavy-hitter: Cherry Bomb. Her partner in crime elbowed her playfully, adjusting his clothes and hair," Watch it, sugar tits! Your heart almost fell right outta your ass when we ran over--"

And suddenly, the pair had noticed you, shakily picking yourself up as you groaned. Angel fretted, his hands fanning the air frivolously before coming to your side," Shit-- sorry, sweetheart. Here-- I gotcha." You nodded, taking the help as you were hoisted to your feet. Cherry seemed practically unphased, looking to her nails before back at you," You alright, squirt?"

You felt your face heat up, convinced that you were most likely older than she was," I-I'm fine, thanks… I assume you two are here for me?" Angel laughs, patting you on the back," Yeaaaaaah, sorry 'bout that. We got told by Boss Lady that we had a sudden new recruit. Welcome aboard, toots." Uncharacteristically, the spider demon extends a hand towards you, winking," 'names Angel. I'm assuming you've got one?" You took his hand, a gesture that made your confidence come back, smiling broadly as you shook it. After all you heard about this pornstar, he was… surprisingly courteous? Not that pornstars tended to be assholes, but you hadn't expected to be welcomed to a place in Hell so… normally? Warmly?

Angel repeats the name back to you once you say it, nodding resolutely," The babe back there is my friend, Cherry. We'll help you get your bags upstairs and to your room." You bow your head towards the two, grateful that it wouldn't just be you and the wordless lackies," Thank you. 'Much appreciated. And, good to meet you. I've got to admit, you're the nicest people I've met here so far… This hotel must really be something." Angel cackles, the slap to your back stinging sharply as Cherry laughs right along with him.

" Oh shit-- if you think we're nice, wait until you meet The Pants. She's like-- like THE Disney princess!" Cherry nods hastily, adding," Right? Practically a nut case from how nice she is… But hey: she'll keep a good eye out for ya. I should know." You get the sense that Cherry would have winked, but that would prove difficult for her. You snorted, trying not to laugh at the blatant joke.

"Gotcha, gotcha… good to know that the rumors about her are true…" You followed the pair up the full flight of stairs, a more eager pep in you step as you took in the interior of the lobby. Your eyes blew widely as you took in the extravagant decor, blinking as the lights of the elegant chandelier twinkled in your eyes. So, this would be your new home? It was certainly lavish… something you were a-okay with. You soon took note of the bar, nodding towards it," Y'all have a bar? Nice! I'll have to get a drink soon--"

The anthropomorphic cat demon, the barkeep, made you take pause, causing you to squint," Wait-- Husk? Oh, Husk! You were the Bari-sax, right? I'm sorry I didn't get the chance to thank you for having me in your ensemble tonight!"

You started to make your way over towards the feline demon, his eyes momentarily coming up to look to you. He nodded towards you, tilting his head shortly after," Yeah, you're that kid from the speakeasy, right?" …why must everyone refer to you as a child? You mental strife was cut short by the seemingly nonchalant bartender.

"You' here for this redemption-shenanigans, too?" he drawled, leaning on the countertop as he nursed a half empty bottle of spirits. You winced, eyelid twitching," Actually, uhh… I guess I work here, now? I was hired on for entertainment, so I guess we'll be seeing each other around more." Husk's ears pinned back, eyes widening as his voice dropped impossibly low," …please tell me you were hired by Charlie. Charlie's lady friend?" Before you could speak, a familiar shadow figure appeared to your right.

"Actually, I had scouted this darling jazz player myself!" Your shoulders tensed as Alastor rested a hand there, your face instantly becoming heated from the touch.

" Husker! Surely you've met my new friend here, hmm?" Husk's eyes sharpen, a clear sadness written across his face," Not much yet, nah… I should've guessed you'd've gotten to them first," he nearly spat, disappointment flashing your way. You had little room for rebuttal as Alastor's grin grew larger, leaning in towards the two of you. The Radio Demon was positively teeming with excited, demented energy. For now, he decided to let Husk's tone go, turning his attention back towards you. Husk did not miss the wicked glint in his owner's eyes, warning him gravely about his misstep silently.

"Dear, was your trip over quite alright? Let me tell you, getting the King of Hell to conjure that portal was no easy feat~" Angel Dust and Cherry looked to one another as Alastor rambled, sending you a questioning look before they continued their way down the hall. Presumably, they were heading towards your room. You didn't mind, waving them goodbye silently as they continued. Not wanting to get off to a rocky start, you refocused your attention to the curious Radio Demon.

"It was helpful, thank you. Moving was a piece of cake. Are uhh-- are your little guys alright? That was a lot of stuff to move--" Alastor pulls you into his side, his arm looped around your shoulder. You blinked, and the henchman all vaporized, disappearing," NONSENSE, dear! They've been subjected to much worse horrors than that, I can assure you! Don't worry your pretty little head about such menial things~" You were given an uncharacteristically warm pat on the head… again, like a child. A part of your felt a tinge of disappointment, worried that the alleyway must have really been a one-off situation.

"R-Right… well, thank you, nonetheless. I assume that I should follow those two to find my room? And tour will come once I'm settled in?" Husk rolled his eyes as Alastor laughed, his frequency filled with the delight of a live studio audience," Heavens, no! We must show you around the rest of the hotel first! After all, we wouldn't want you stuck in you room all night with no idea where to go!" You felt Alastor nudge you with his cane, ushering you to walk with him as he began your tour. Husk couldn't help the look of worry he sent your way, as you waved to him apologetically. Surely, you'd have plenty of time to catch up with him later, right? …Right?

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Twenty minutes had passed, before Charlie and Vaggie came through the front doors, carrying groceries and other items for this evening's dinner," Oh, shit!!! That took so much longer than I thought! They should be here by now!" Charlie panicked, running a pale hand through her long locks.

Vaggie looks towards the bar to the snoozing feline, knocking on the counter aggressively," Hey!! Did you see the new sinner come in recently?" Husk woke up with a start, nearly knocking an empty bottle off the counter," Uhhgh… yeah, I did. You can thank Alastor for the 'grand tour'… he's already makin' off with them down the hall…" Vaggie seemed to become nervous, trudging towards the direction you were last seen. Charlie is quick to stop her, holding her firmly by the shoulders.

"Babe, we need to find the newcomer. There's no telling what sort of bullshit and terror he's showing them right now. What if he tries roping them into some twisted deal--???"

"Relax, Vaggie! This is one of the first times he's taken an interest in helping one-on-one! Plus, he was the one that recruited them! This is a good step in the right direction for him!" Chalie proudly brings a hand to her heart, sighing dreamily as she looks down the hallway," The hotel may finally be growing on him… He hasn't given a tour since Dad came to the Hotel. Surely this is a good thing! We have to trust that Alastor will show and tell them all the nice, important things! And we can always go find them later, when dinner is ready. And be supportive, if they have a lot of questions."

Vaggie, ever a softy for her love, becomes smitten by her positivity. She takes her hand chastely in her own, nodding," Alright… in that case, let's at least be sure that dinner is perfect. Just in case."

Charlie's eyes well up with exaggerated, animated tears, as if she were fresh from a Ghibli film. Soon after, the lovers leave together to tend to the dinner prep, as Husk returns his throbbing head to the countertop.

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By this point, you had been to most every floor but your own, assuming that Alastor's abode wouldn't be too far behind. You look Alastor's way, scratching the back of your neck," Sooo… This is… This is a really nice place. Thank you for having me here and paying me… and all." Alastor tilts his head, quirking a thin brow your way," Oh, don't thank me just yet! You will still have to earn your keep, after all!" You huff, a bit of the nervous energy rolling off your chest. If it came down to blowing the house down, you were confident you could do that," Of course… wouldn't want it any other way."

As the two of you rounded the corner, you were met with a long, expansive corridor. On either end, there sat two opposing rooms: one door was made from a heavy metal, with an "On Air" sign hovering just above. You assumed this to be Alastor's room. At the other end, you saw a finely carved mahogany door, adorned with ornate flourishes of red and gold. Surely, Lucifer's. You looked back towards Alastor, laughing nervously," Aha… I guess you two must be close, huh? You and the Big-Man-Downstairs…?" Somehow, you thought that the Radio Demon being buddy-buddy with Lucifer would be troubling. Say or do one wrong thing, and you'd have the full wrath of the nine hells down your gullet. Alastor scowls, shaking his head despite his wide, misleading smile.

"Oh, Hells no! We couldn't be more opposed, I'm afraid. However, we agree in one front, and one alone." He looks towards you, a somewhat proud look in his eye," This hotel; his Hazbin Hotel that Ms. Charlie has spawned. Though I believe the path to redemption to be a perilous one, IMPOSSIBLE at best… She has very fascinating ideas. Ideas that keep me entertained, and her father proud... ideas that we can't help but want to make happen." Alastor looks towards his studio," And, one that we all seem to gain from, all the same. So... we have a sort of ceasefire in place, in the meantime." He offers you an arm, brows raising earnestly.

"But, before I get too carried away… shall I show you to your quarters?" You blink in surprise, looking around," Am… am I on this floor, too?" Alastor's grin is telling, mischievous and wide. "You did request to have your room close to mine, did you not?" You felt your heart squeeze at the realization. Maybe he did take you, and what the two of you did earlier, seriously. You decided to take his arm, allowing him to walk you towards his end of the hallway," Well, I appreciate you taking that into account. I hope you didn't have to pull too many strings to make that happen." Alastor chuckles, rolling his eyes.

"Oh hardly; it was easy enough! But I did pull a leg or two. Lucifer's, specifically. You would be surprised how easy it is to trip the King of the Hells down a flight of stairs~" Your eyes widened, your face aghast," I-Is he alright?"

Alastor's laugh nearly makes him double over, free hand clutching his sides," Oh, you sweet, precious thing! Lucifer has wings… he only tumbled down the first 5 steps~" You smiled genuinely as Alastor put himself into stitches at his own childish behavior," Oh, but the goose egg that swelled on his head! Now THAT was priceless! Classic entertainment!"

You wiggled your brows up at him, waving to get his attention," You know, make him fall down an extra 661 steps… and I hear he'd end up in DOUBLE hell…"

The two of you looked at each other silently for a moment, before laughing in unison. Alastor was quick to squeeze you closer to him, making your heart flutter in your chest. You had found yourself clever. Alastor simply found Lucifer's pain and bodily torment hilarious.

"Now see, I KNEW you'd be the PERFECT addition to this hotel! I hadn't known you took up comedy, too!" You feel your cheeks heat up at the compliments and goading, your head feeling light as you both finally appeared before your new room. You tried brushing his comments off, but they made your heart flutter all the same...

Just as you were going to reach for the knob, Alastor released your arm, allowing you to take the initiative. Once you had opened the door, you were surprised to see everything already inside, your room lightly furnished," Wow… Angel and Cherry work fast. Either that, or time flies when you're having fun." You look back towards Alastor again, spinning to face him fully.

"I just-- Thank you again for the opportunity, and the tour. I really appreciate everything you've done to get me here." Alastor's smile seems to soften a touch, eyes lidding," Don't fret, dear. Anyone who is a friend of mine is a friend to this hotel. You would have been welcome here, regardless of our little arrangement." Your eyes widened at that, your head tilting," Despite… our arrangement?" Alastor nods, gesturing towards your door. The word 'friend' was most definitely used, but you had yearned for something more... endearing. Your slight disappointment was cut off as Alastor spoke once more.

"Before I leave you to your bidding… may I enter? I'd like to further discuss what we agreed upon." You felt your heartbeat quicken, your palms becoming sweaty as you hesitated. Oh boy… here comes the business; the transactional part of things. And oddly enough, you felt a familiar heat travel south... the two of you, secluded and alone? This could become interesting for both of you...

"O-Of course… come on in." You stepped away from the door, allowing your newfound patron to enter to your room. You didn't even notice his shadow slinking up the door, locking it from the inside.

[yourimagines]

Hello there 😉

Could you write some more Star Wars related fanfics. I love them 😍

General Kenobi 😉

Secret

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: Swearing, Angst and Sadness

Y/n POV

It was late in the evening and I promised Yord to meet him in the Jedi garden, to hang out there alone. “Hey.” He whispered as I sneaked through the garden. “Hi.” I whispered back as I saw him standing up from the ground. “Nobody saw you?” I shook my head. “No, you?” He shook his head and smiled at me. “I missed you.” He closed the gap between us and carefully wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him. “I missed you too.” I laid my hands down on his chest and looked up at him. “You are so beautiful.” His hand traveled up to my right cheek, carefully caressing my skin. “Yord….” I shyly smiled at him. “Let’s walk further down the garden, I made a little something for you.” He said with excitement in his eyes. “Okay, lead me the way.”

He guided us quietly through the Jedi garden to a blanket filled with some snacks and flowers. “Yord.” I gasped quietly as I clasped my hands in front of my mouth. “You like it? I know it’s not much but this is the best I could do.” He gently pulled me down with him, to sit down on the blanket. “I love it.” He had all the good stuff, the best snacks and drinks. “Good, I don’t like to see you upset.” He grabbed a few drinks and gave me one. “Thank you.” “No problem.”

We had a wonderful time, just us alone under the stars. “Do you think there is life on that star?” I pointed up at the sky, to one of the stars. “Yes, life is everywhere.” We were lying down on our backs, looking at the night sky, enjoying each other’s embrace. “Really? I don’t think so.” He hummed and stared at the sky. His fingers brushed against my arm as my head lay against his chest. His chest moved slowly up and down as I felt his heartbeat beating against my ear.

Yord POV

I was blocking my thoughts, afraid someone else might hear them. She was talking about the stars, how beautiful they are and wondering who lives there. “Would you leave if they found out.” It just slipped out of my mouth, she stopped talking and carefully looked up at me. “You mean giving up this life?” She looked unsure and a little bit afraid. “I didn’t mean to ask you this question, It just slipped.” I was trying to dismiss this topic but she wasn’t going to. “I would leave….” Her voice trailed off and my heart dropped.

“Leaving the Jedi, y/n you sure?” I slightly moved onto my side to look her into her eyes. “I’m sure, if they find out and they will Yord, I would leave this to be with you….I-I love you.” I felt a lot of emotions going through my mind right now. “It’s okay if you wouldn’t do it, it’s my decision.” Her fingers slightly brushed over my face as she was trying to read me. “I love you as well but I cannot leave the Jedi order.” My heart felt heavy as I saw the sadness in her eyes. “I understand.” Her under lip quivered a little bit as she was trying not to cry. “Darling….” She shook her head, not wanting me to feel bad. “Just hold me.” She nestled her head against my chest and I immediately wrapped my arms around her, shielding her from everything. “I’m so sorry.” I whispered against her head as I placed a soft kiss on her temple.

[asinine-leporine]

HIII mylove !!

If you're taking requests, was wondering if I could request something with piers nivans X (afab) reader

Idea: piers has come home from a really long mission to reader, n the reader pampers the shit out of him n helps him clean up

Perchance turn it spicy?? Unless you don't write smut, please ignore this part !!

Thank you silly 🫶🏻

Pamper - P.N

A/N: I've never written about Piers, but I really like his character. So, hopefully this fanfic is good. I hope you like it! xx

Summary: After a very long—and very tiring—mission, Piers comes home to his girlfriend. Apparently, she missed him very much.

CW: Explicit language, blowjob, smut (only oral m!receiving), AFAB!Reader, and she/her pronouns.

WC: 1.6k

Song For Vibe: Caress Me Down - Sublime

Piers stepped through the front door of the apartment he shared with his girlfriend: y/n. His combat boots, slightly caked with dirt, thudded against the wooden floor. With heavy lids, he removed his jacket, hanging it up on a hook attached to the wall. In that moment, he felt like he could prop himself up on that very wall—BSAA uniform and all—and pass out. Exhaustion wasn't even close to how he felt.

It was late at night, nearly 1 in the morning. The mission that Piers was assigned to lasted around an entire week up in Eastern Europe. His flight had been delayed, so he ended up arriving home later than he was supposed to. Because of this, he told y/n to just head to bed so she wouldn't be tired in the morning.

He kicked his boots off, grumbling to himself as he rubbed his eyes. Groggily, he walked towards the kitchen, needing some food as soon as possible. He was jet lagged, tired from the mission, and was in desperate need of a shower. It was a surprise that he was even functioning at this point. Especially since he nearly spilled the milk while getting a bowl of cereal.

Barely awake, Piers ate some cereal, eyelids fluttering. Milk dribbled down his chin as he put the bowl in the sink. Then, he turned the light off, going down the hall to the bedroom. He was as quiet as a mouse when he opened the door, not wanting to wake y/n, but was surprised by what he saw.

"Y/n, baby, what are you doing up?" Piers asked.

One of the bedside lamps was on, slightly illuminating the dark room. Y/n was under the covers with a book in her hands. At the sound of Piers' voice, her head shot up. Those pretty eyes widened, and she scrambled out of the bed. Without even a thought, she launched at him, making him instinctively catch her in his arms.

"Piers! You're home!" She exclaimed, planting kisses all over his neck.

He chuckled, stumbling from the surprise jump. Carefully, he walked to the bed, setting y/n down. Once she was sat on the bed, he backed up, tiredly taking off his clothes so he could take a shower. Y/n yawned, but hid it with a smile, tilting her head as she watched him strip.

"I know you told me to sleep, but I wanted to wait till you got home, honey. I missed you." Y/n admitted.

Piers smiled, kicking his pants off. It pooled around his legs on the floor, and y/n stood up, giving him a hug. With a little sigh, he hugged her back, planting a kiss on the top of her head.

"I missed you too, baby. But, I need to clean up. I smell like shit..." He laughed half-heartedly.

A little gasp left y/n's lips as she grabbed his hand, dragging him to the bathroom attached to their bedroom. She didn't even need to say anything. Piers knew what she was thinking. So, he turned the water on, waiting for it to warm up as y/n stripped bare. Once they grabbed towels and let the water warm up, they both got inside of the shower. And…

Oh, it felt like heaven.

The warm water that cascaded down Piers’ skin felt like the best thing ever. Goosebumps rose all over his body due to the delightful feeling. He shivered and let out a deep sigh, resting his hands on the top of his head. His pec muscles stretched when he moved his arms up, making y/n glance for a split second. A little smile tugged on her lips, and she stepped closer to her boyfriend. Gently, she placed her lips on his sternum, wrapping her arms around his waist. It surprised him, making him look down at her.

“Whatcha doing there?” He asked playfully.

Y/n hummed in response, nuzzling her face into his chest. The feeling of her warm lips mixed with the—even warmer—water, made him nearly melt into a puddle. His knees grew weak, which could be due to his exhaustion, but he was convinced it was mainly due to y/n’s affection. His hands moved down from his head, trailing down her back, and resting on her hip bones. Piers’ thumbs—rough and calloused—rubbed her lovely skin.

“Just showing you how much I missed you, honey.” Y/n murmured against his chest.

Y/n traced Piers’ abs with her pointer finger, making sure to linger for a while near his v-line. His breath hitched at the feeling, causing his grip to tighten on her hips. Yes, Piers was beyond tired, but he wasn’t too tired to pass up such an enticing offer. God, he’d never be that tired in his life. Not when it came to y/n. 

“Yeah, you missed me, y/n?” He asked, hand trailing down to give her ass a little squeeze.

She yelped, but followed it up with a giggle. The warm water continued to trickle down their bodies as she sank down to her knees. Piers wasn’t ashamed to admit that he had an erection. It was hard not to get, well, hard, when his girlfriend was being such a sweetheart. He always loved her reactions to him coming home from a long mission. Sure, this reaction wasn’t a “typical” reaction, but he wasn’t complaining at all.

“Looks like you missed me too, huh, soldier?” Y/n teased.

Piers chuckled, reaching down to tangle his fingers in her hair. He cocked his head to the side, shielding his eyes from the water with his other hand. His girlfriend looked up at him through wet eyelashes, making his dick twitch right in front of her face. She giggled, making him playfully tug on a strand of her damp hair. Slowly, y/n wrapped her hand around his dick, pumping at a teasing pace. Piers instantly moaned, letting his head roll back at the feeling.

“That’s it, baby. Just like that.” He praised, hand still buried in her hair.

Y/n hollowed out her cheeks, tongue pressed against the base of his dick. She picked up her pace, but made sure not to be too fast. The sound of the water hitting the shower floor drowned out the noises of pleasure that Piers made, but only barely. He wasn’t extremely loud during intimate moments, but he wasn’t quite either. It was enough to give encouragement for y/n to continue.

Once again, y/n picked up the pace, placing her hands on his thighs for stability. Piers looked down at her, mouth slackjaw in awe. His dick disappeared and reappeared from her mouth, giving him quite a sight to see every time. When his dick slid out of her mouth, the cold of the air coursed through his body, only to be replaced with the comforting warmth of y/n’s mouth. It was a feeling he loved deeply. 

“Shit, that’s…God, baby, that’s so fuckin’ good. Missed me so much, didn’t you?” He groaned, staring down at her.

Lightly pulling on her hair, Piers forced her head to tilt back. It wasn’t too much to make it hard for her to give him a blowjob, but it was still enough for them to make eye contact. Because of the fast pace she was now doing, she was now gagging on his length. Tears pricked in her eyes, mixing with the water that already trickled down her face from the shower. Her cheeks were red, making Piers blush at the sight just as deeply.

“You’re…mmf…you’re so pretty, y/n.” His voice had a twinge of vulnerability in it, making y/n moan around him.

He groaned at the feeling of her moan vibrating through his length. Just when he thought it couldn’t get any more pleasurable, she just had to prove him wrong. Her tongue swirled around his shaft, and she sucked harder than she had before. It sent a jolt of electricity through Piers’ body, making his body go rigid. He couldn’t hold back the thrusts he gave to y/n’s face, his grip tightening on the clump of her hair. Her throat constricted around him as he gave a few hard thrusts into her mouth. In only a couple more seconds, Piers released deep inside of his girlfriend’s throat.

His cum filled her mouth, dick twitching inside of the warmth. She swallowed while he came, making sure to get every drop. Once he completely finished, he pulled out, shivering intensely. Y/n panted, catching her breath after the asphyxiation she just experienced. Her cheeks were a soft pink now, as opposed to the red it was not too long ago. The both of them remained in the shower in silence, the heavy air of intimacy lingering around them. But, after a minute, y/n stood back up, hugging Piers. She grabbed the loofa in their shower, started to wash his body, and planted the occasional kiss to a random section of his skin.

“You’re such a sweetheart, y/n. You know that?” He hummed, cupping her cheek with his hand.

She looked into his eyes, tilting her head playfully. With a little eye roll, y/n resumed cleaning her boyfriend. Bruises littered his skin, as well as the occasional scrape and healing scar. She sighed, biting back a smile. Piers raised an eyebrow, rubbing his thumb over her cheek as he watched her.

“What can I say? I love my boyfriend. That a crime?” She asked sarcastically.

Piers snorted, shaking his head. Leaning down slightly, he planted a little kiss on her forehead. The smell of the body wash, scented like oatmeal and honey, filled his senses. He loved this soap. It smelled like y/n, which is why he liked to use it as well.

“Yes, actually. I think I’ll have to put you in handcuffs, you criminal.” 

“Oh, shut up.”

[strawberryujamm]

over an ice cream

• a burnt-out college student who suddenly receives a phone call from his longtime friend Jimin, to say he's waiting outside her house.

pairing: jimin x reader

genre: fluff, longtime best friends, college students, unspoken but mutual feelings

words: 1.2k

warnings: none

a/n: this is my first fanfic! i felt inspired to write it. it's definitely not the best i could write as of now and i only polished it a bit (coz i'm sick and i have little time to do so) but i just like to share this one just because. thank you in advance to anyone who will read this ♡ hope u like it :>

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Holding my cup of instant coffee, I glanced at the clock that had been keeping my attention for the past 5 hours. It's already 11:00 pm but I still have a lot of school stuff to finish. It's stressing me out, but there's no other time to do it all, as I've been sick these past few days and had to put them off for a while.

I sighed and looked at my messy table. Then I looked behind me and laid my eyes longingly at my bed.

"If I sleep, I'd be doomed tomorrow," I said to myself.

I've been thinking about a lot of things, especially for tomorrow's afternoon classes. I think I might not have prepared enough for our lectures, but I just felt burnt out from all the work that needed to be done within a limited timeframe and with such little time for a breather. I really need to take a good break after all this.

Okay, let's do this.

I faced my laptop again and continued to scan our readings, write some notes, and edit a presentation, while also finalizing a script and my schedule planner for this week. I was juggling from one task to another, and it felt never-ending.

I emptied the remaining coffee from my cup and leaned on my swivel chair. My eyes are strained from looking at the big screen for hours. I massaged my head as I started to feel it aching again.

The time felt so slow but I felt like I was running out of it. It's now 1:15 am so I decided to take a quick break. I felt hungry, but eating would just make me feel sleepier than I am right now, so I tried to shake it off my mind.

When suddenly, my phone rang—louder than usual, on a night that fell into a deep silence.

I grabbed my phone on the bed to check. Who on earth would call at this hour?

My heart started to race as I read the caller ID.

Park Jimin

How long has it been since we last talked? I fell quiet for a moment before realizing that I needed to answer. I tapped the answer button.

He quickly spoke.

"Hey, Y/N. I'm sorry for calling this late... Are you busy?" I could hear his heavy breathing like he just ran a marathon.

I didn't realize how much I missed his voice.

Panicking to respond, all I could say was, "Oh, Jimin. It's been so long! What is it? Are you okay?"

"Well, yeah...I've been trying to message but I couldn't reach you. So, I called your number instead. I hope I didn't bother you."

Oh, that's why.

"Uh-huh. About that. I was busy working through my backlogs, I didn't have time to check on my messages. I'm taking a break now." I tried to keep it cool; I tried to hide the fact that his voice alone made me elated.

I waited for him to explain why he called, and a part of me was hopefully anticipating...for something. He responded after a few seconds.

"Sorry. The thing is, I'm outside your house." I could hear him laugh nervously.

"What?" I suddenly froze on my chair, obviously stunned at what he said. Thinking of what to do, I was hoping he was only saying it for fun.

But I don't think so. Do I have to go out? With my appearance right now, I don't think I can face him. Even after all these years of being friends, I still tend to get conscious around him. Yet he doesn't know.

"Y/N?" My trail of thoughts disappeared as I heard his voice over the phone again.

"H-huh?"

"I asked if we can meet right now?"

Even with all the thinking, my mouth automatically said yes.

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I went outside and saw him standing near the gate; his back against the wall and both of his arms hugging a big brown paper bag. It was a cute sight, yet I couldn't help to also notice his sharp features from his side amidst the dark, complimenting his delicate features.

He still looked the same.

He might have finally felt my presence as he turned to look in my direction. His face brightened as he saw me, and I felt mine did too.

He smiled as he walked towards me and handed me the paper bag. I can smell the floral scent of his favorite perfume.

"You went here just to give me ice cream?" I asked him after peeking at the bag. Unbelievable, I thought.

I couldn't contain my smile and my racing heartbeat. He sure was random, but I was deeply moved by the act. I have just yet to realize the situation—that he's here and we finally meet again—when he opened his mouth to speak.

"Well, I just happened to walk past the convenience store and thought of you, I think." Jimin smiled proudly and then seconds later, scratched the back of his neck.

"At 1 am, Park Jimin?" I let out an amused laugh.

"Why not? We used to go for late-night walks before. I just..." his voice trailed off.

"Hmm. Just what?" I squinted my eyes at him. It's not common for him to randomly appear with two pints of my favorite ice cream, especially at midnight.

But it was indeed true. We used to walk together during late hours and I couldn't help but to briefly reminisce those moments.

Jimin looked back at me.

"I missed it."

I was taken aback by his words. It sounded so careful and warm to hear from his mouth and I almost forgot how to breathe.

I didn't know what to say.

His eyes with such intensity, locked with mine, and none of us was letting go. As much as I wanted to look elsewhere because of the tension, my eyes remained on him.

Before I could fall any deeper into his brown eyes, he looked away and broke the silence.

He hesitantly said, "I mean, I know we rarely see each other nowadays because we're busy. But I just wanted to let you know that I'm still here. I've been wondering about you, Y/N." He looked down, trying to escape from my gaze.

If my heart could literally melt like the ice cream inside the bag I was holding, I'd probably drop on the pavement right now.

"I'm glad you called all of a sudden. I am also wondering about you these days, Jimin," the words unconsciously escaped from my lips. I could feel his eyes on me, and now I'm the one who's looking away.

I sensed his surprised reaction and it was the same as mine.

"I'm...I'm happy to know you feel the same." He sighed in relief.

There was a moment of silence but it didn't feel awkward. I tried to hide my face from him because I could feel myself blushing.

Maybe, I was wrong about thinking I'm the only one who keeps a one-sided feeling. That we both share something mutual in each other's stares and hesitant words and none of us had ever noticed, not until now.

Perhaps he also treasured every fluttering moment that occurred between us. And maybe...maybe both of us share the same unspoken realization right now that would soon be heard.

"The ice cream's probably melted," I said observing the wet paper bag. I just had to say something.

Jimin nodded. "Let's eat it now then. Together?" His eyes sparked with anticipation.

I gladly responded, "Together."

Who knew I would get my early break this midnight?

☆ strawberryujamm - march 11, 2025

[hear-that-music-in-the-air]

Helping Hand

My first RD fic! I haven't written proper fanfic in a hot minute but the little pixel people grabbed me by the throat and opened my google docs

Also shoutout to @nightmun for helping me visualize Ian's silly little mug

Summary: After seeing Ada struggle with the rhythm treatments, Ian comes up with a way to help her out.

Fic under the read-more :)

—

Dr. Edega loomed over her, his eyes boring into her back over the top of his clipboard.

"I expect better from you, Dr. Paige. Times are changing. If you can't keep up, then maybe you're not cut out for this job after all,” he said lowly.

Ada couldn't meet his gaze. Instead she stared down at her hands, balled into trembling fists, as her heart pounded in her ears. Burning tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, and she immediately felt ashamed, like a child being scolded.

She had messed up. She had been treating a patient with the rhythm defibrillator and started to panic as soon as she lost track of the tempo. Ian had frantically swooped in to take over and finished the treatment smoothly, while Ada had watched, feeling numb.

She was distantly aware of Ian pushing past her, positioning himself between her and Edega.

"D-Dr. Edega, sir—this is a very new, experimental treatment method. We're still working out the kinks and—and no one's going to be perfect at it right away."

"That's no excuse. There's no room for mistakes when lives are on the line. You both know that."

"N–Not every case we get is life-threatening," Ian said, and she was faintly surprised at the edge of anger creeping into his tone. "And she'll practice. She can—"

Edega pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.

"I don't care what she does as long as her performance improves. See to it that she receives more training as soon as possible. And keep looking for any bugs in the program in the meantime."

Ian opened his mouth to say something else, but was silenced by a single look from Edega. He shrunk into himself.

"Y–Yes, sir. Of course."

Edega turned on his heel and strode out of the room, leaving a heavy silence behind him. Ada didn't realize that she was still shaking until Ian placed a tentative hand on her shoulder.

"Ada?" His voice sounded so far away, as though he were speaking to her from underwater. She attempted to pull herself back, focusing on the warmth of his hand as a grounding point. She placed her own fingers unsteadily over his and gave him a tremulous smile.

“I’m…okay.”

Ian watched her face, brow furrowed in concern.

"He—he shouldn't speak to you like that. I—I hate it."

She sniffled and quickly swiped at the tears that were threatening to spill under her glasses. She took a deep breath and straightened, attempting to look professional instead of pathetic.

"No. He's right. We can't afford to make stupid mistakes in this line of work. And it’s not…it’s not just him.” She remembered the way the patient’s heart rate had spiked on the monitor when she missed a beat, and let out a shaky sigh. “I just...can't stop thinking about what might have happened if you weren't here."

Ian frowned.

"Ada. You can't go beating yourself up over what might have happened."

"Sure I can," she joked weakly. Ian didn't laugh.

"We're—we're all trying our best here," he continued. "And Edega doesn't see how much you do for the patients every day. He barely comes out of his office, and when he does it's only to—to reprimand us for something or other. Everyone else in this hospital loves you. You—you're a good doctor, Ada."

As she stared at him, all of the tears that she had swallowed came rising back up in her throat. She let her head fall against his shoulder with a soft thump, and a quiet sob escaped her. She felt Ian freeze for a moment, uncertain, before he awkwardly wrapped an arm around her. She leaned into the warmth.

"Sorry," he whispered. "Not really a hugger."

Ada let out a watery laugh.

"I know, doofus. Thank you."

She pulled back and tried in vain to wipe the tear stains from his coat.

“Ugh, I’m sorry. I’m crying all over you. This is gross.”

“Yeah, a little bit,” Ian said. “But that’s okay.”

Ada collapsed into a nearby chair, suddenly feeling indescribably exhausted. She pressed the heels of her palms into her eyes before letting out another long sigh. Ian sat down next to her, awkwardly rubbing the back of his hand.

"Personalized care, comforting patients, that's what I'm good at,” Ada said. “You're the one who’s amazing at all the technical stuff.” 

She stared up into the harsh light of the overhead fluorescents, letting her vision go blurry. 

“All Edega seems to care about is getting people in and out of treatment as quickly as possible. Seems like if he has his way, pretty soon everything will be done remotely. I guess I just feel kind of useless,” she muttered.

“You’re not useless,” Ian said quietly.

Ada made a noncommittal sound.

“Like you said, there’s so many other things you’re good at. Trust me, Ada, we—we’ll always need you. You’re everyone’s favorite doctor. Otherwise, they’d all be stuck with me,” he joked.

She attempted to muster a smile, but she knew it didn’t quite reach her eyes. Ian frowned again and fell silent for a long moment, seemingly lost in thought. Then he stood abruptly, nearly startling her out of her seat.

“Oh! I—I might actually know a way to help you!” he cried, pacing excitedly. “M–Meet me in the basement when you come in tomorrow.”

Ada blinked up at him, baffled. “Oh…um…okay? What—?”

Ian was already gone, scurrying down the hallway towards the door that led to the basement. Ada shook her head bemusedly, before scooping up her clipboard from the nearby table to see which patient she needed to check on next. She took a moment and closed her eyes, mentally preparing for the rest of her shift. 

Deep breaths.

She heaved herself onto her feet, and set off in the other direction towards Cole’s room.

—

When she came down to the basement the next morning, Ian looked haggard, yawning and rubbing at his eyes under his glasses. When he saw her, however, he lit up in a smile and eagerly waved her over.

“Ada! Hey! C-Come here, I have something to show you.”

On his desk was the rhythm defibrillator device, and attached to it was a new button that she didn’t recognize.

“...What’s this?” she asked as she slowly descended the stairs.

Ian spun around in his chair to face her, gesturing enthusiastically.

“I was up all night testing this, but it—it works! Basically, it modulates the detected heartbeats to—to simplify them on our end, and then it translates the button input back to the original complexity to match the patient’s heart pattern. S-So you’ll still be administering the same treatment, but it should be easier to—”

Tears welled in her eyes all over again, and Ada practically fell forward to pull him into a hug, grinning from ear to ear. Ian stiffened uncomfortably, and she suddenly remembered herself.

She stepped back and laughed sheepishly as she wiped away the tears.

“Right. Not a hugger. Sorry, I really need to be better about that.”

Ian looked at her for a moment, sighed, and then smiled. He stood from his chair and wrapped her in another hug, tighter than before.

“I’m willing to make exceptions,” he mumbled into her shoulder. Ada’s heart swelled, and she squeezed him back just as tightly. Then Ian let out a yelp as she lifted him off his feet in her excitement, and she quickly set him back down. 

“Too much?”

Ian laughed weakly, smoothing down his rumpled coat.

“Too much.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

She returned her attention to the new button, running her fingers over the smooth surface. It looked fairly similar to the standard one, though slightly bigger. She gently pressed it down and it made a satisfying click.

“Thank you, Ian, seriously. This is…incredible.”

Ian scratched the back of his neck bashfully.

“It’s the least I could do. You already work so hard. H–Hopefully, this’ll make your job a little easier.”

Ada suddenly remembered his words from yesterday. You’re everyone’s favorite doctor. Otherwise, they’d all be stuck with me.

“You’re doing a good job, too, by the way,” she said softly. “Edega’s an idiot if he doesn’t see that. I know that a lot of your work is behind the scenes, but it’s just as important.”

“Oh. Thanks.” Ian looked away, embarrassed. “Y-You don’t have to say that.”

Ada smiled fondly.

“Just want you to know that you’ll always be my favorite radiologist.”

“I’m quite literally th–the only radiologist that we have.”

“Still.”

Ian finally broke into a smile, too. “Okay, okay. H-How about we test this thing?”

—

A week later, Ada told him that she had a gift for him, and produced a small white coffee mug from her coat pocket. Ian burst out laughing when he saw it.

“Wait, d-does that say ‘number one radiologist?’”

It was a “Number One Dad” mug from the dollar store that Ada had drawn over with a permanent marker. She had added two lines under the first D to turn it into an R, and had scribbled “-iologist” underneath, along with a little smiley face at the end. The mug soon became a permanent fixture on Ian’s desk, and she grinned to herself every time she passed by it.

[littlemarianah]

What's your headcanon for Katniss and Peeta's children?

How old was Katniss when give birth to their daughter?

How many years apart between them in age?

Your headcanon for their name?

Who gets the singing and art skill from their parent?

Bonus question : please give recs of your fav everlark post-Mockingjay fanfic.

Thank you :)

@curiousthg

✨️Oh god! I love this question, thank you so much! ✨️

My favorite headcannon is that the first daughter is very desired by both of them. And they take a long time because they want it so much. They want it to be perfect and at the right time. Pregnancy and postpartum hits Katniss very hard, it's very difficult for her. But after the baby grows a few months she starts to really enjoy being a mother. Willow is such a sweet and smart baby. Fill their house with her cries, then her laughter, then her heavy footsteps, then her questions, then her singing voice. It fills their home with life and happiness that they haven't seen in many years. Peeta and Katniss are able to enjoy life more after she is born, and they fall in love again. The first daughter makes them want a second baby (something that wasn't in the plans).

By my count, Katniss gave birth at 32 years of age, 15 years after the war. And her second child she has at 35 years old. So Rye and Willow are about 2.5 years apart.

About names... Rye and Willow! It's a name that has been circulating in the fandom for a few years and I really love it.

Rye is Peeta's deceased brother, but not only that. It's the name of a food and besides food, the other thing that keeps K&P alive is everyone they lost in the past. Rye is a tribute to those who couldn't get here. And also because when the boy is born, Peeta finds him very similar to his middle brother. A little boy makes Peeta very emotional about missing his brothers.

Willow is for the tree in the lullaby. It's a safe and happy place. Katniss decides on this name after she discovers is a girl. It's a tribute to the little girls in her life who didn't have the chance to become women. It is also a tribute to Katniss's mothers and father who named their daughters after plants, she wants to maintain the family tradition.

About who gets the talents! They both sing a lot, Katniss sang to them all the time when they were young, so they both have a love for music and they both sing. . But Wiilow has Peeta's charisma and loves being the center of attention, while Rye is very shy and only sings when he is alone. So is Willow who always clears her throat and starts singing loudly whenever she has the opportunity. She has a much more powerful voice than Katniss, sings with vigor, and has a deep voice. She's very good at that. In addition to singing, she also writes music. She starts creating rhymes about Rye, making fun of him and singing all day to make him mad. Then when she gets older, she starts to write about all her romantic disappointments. And I believe, she breaks your heart so often that her parents start to worry.

Now Peeta's artistic talents go to Rye. Rye, being a 14 year old boy, loves to say that he is actually a hunter, not an artist. But all of Rye's arches are carved with designs he made. He loves drawing and carving in wood and when he is a teenager his fingers are all injured from the amount he cuts himself doing so. He doesn't draw much on paper, but he's always creating something. Or making bread in the shape of animals. And Peeta is extremely proud about it. He wasn't able to explore his artistic talents at Rye's age, so he does what's best so the boy can. He gives him expensive art supplies for his birthday and always hangs Rye's sculptures on the wall. He's the slobberiest dad ever.

I could talk about toast babies all day.

Instead of talking about my favorite fanfics, I'm going to talk about the post-MJ fanfic I'm writing.

The fanfic is about Willow studying to be an army nurse like Prim was. The world is different now, there are no more wars, but it still makes Kantiss very nervous about the idea. So there's a lot of mother-daughter drama. Willow is very angry and rebellious and Rye is very shy and attached to his parents. It's about the Mellark family dealing with generational trauma and Peeta and Katniss trying to help their children understand the world. And how difficult it is to explain to those children who were raised with a lot of love that there is a lot of hunger and a lot of evil out there. And also about parents who have to let their children grow and mature. It's about love, it's a famfic about family.

Well, it was a very long text, but I'm very happy with this question!

Thanks, non. 💞

[cilil]

What would the Valar’s reaction be to a modern woman from our world showing them D&D? Who’s going to be really into the game?

𝓐𝓝 ~ Oooh very interesting question! Thanks a lot for the ask, I had so much fun thinking about this ^^

𝓕𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 ~ All the Valar! I couldn't resist... Enjoy!

In general, I think that all the Valar would be at least curious, if not excited to hear about the games modern humans play and try it out for themselves, considering how the Ainur have always been looking forward to interacting with the Children of Ilúvatar.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Manwë

As a poet and writer, he's immediately in love with the concept of collaborative storytelling. You can expect elaborate worldbuilding and character backstories from him (especially ones that involve reconciling with an estranged sibling) and he loves to write small side stories and fanfic about the cast. Manwë also wouldn't mind being the group's forever DM once he learns how to run a game.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Varda

Being less excitable than her husband and not always in a playful mood, Varda may choose to watch at first, but she's certainly intrigued by the concept of D&D and she enjoys the mathematical aspects of it, always calculating everybody's chance of success. Once she decides to play, she may surprise the other players with how ruthless and cunning she can be - a menace both in political intrigue and combat-heavy campaigns. Varda also loves seeing Manwë and the others having fun.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Ulmo

Ulmo in particular is always very fond of the Children and the things they come up with. He too may be hesitant to join in at first, but he's always down to do some voice acting or provide some tasteful background music. If he joins the group, he'll probably need the occasional explanation and reminder how things work on land and that his character might not be able to swim as well as he can (keep an eye on him especially if he plays a class that uses armor).

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Aulë

If he isn't sold on the game immediately, he will be once you tell him that he can play a dwarf. Aside from storytelling, combat and roleplay, Aulë swiftly becomes fond of everyone's favorite shiny math rocks and is more than happy to make custom dice for everybody's characters, satisfying all their dice goblin needs. Important note for the DM: Aulë is an inventor and (in)famous for creating his dwarves in his workshop - do not let him play an artificer if you value your sanity.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Yavanna

Whether she's aware of tree hugger stereotype or not, she has absolutely no shame and will indulge her preferences by playing nature-based classes such druids or shamans and finds it cathartic to bring nature's wrath into battle in ways she can't in real life. Aside from indulging the occasional destructive or vengeful impulse, Yavanna may default to being the party mom, fiercely protective and supportive of everyone involved in and out of game.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Vána

Vána loves the concept of the game and is eager to play. Once she learns the basics, she gets really into character and is excited to play with ideas that are very much unlike the flower girl persona people expect from her, always remaking and reinventing tropes and archetypes that catch her fancy. Like Manwë, you can expect her to never miss a game and be very passionate about it.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Oromë

Talking about and imagining slaying monsters instead of actually doing it isn't exactly to Oromë's liking, but he isn't opposed to indulging in a fun tale of adventure on cozy evenings at the campfire. After he's been sufficiently introduced to D&D culture, memes and inside jokes, he embarks on a personal side campaign to prove to everyone just how cool his personal brand of ranger can be.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Tulkas

Similar to his good friend Oromë, Tulkas isn't fond of activities that involve sitting still. His creativity and imagination isn't the best either, but at least he's always willing to play frontline and martial classes, which will come in handy especially in groups where most players have their sights on fancy casters and/or fun support builds. Tulkas is a fun guy to be around if you don't piss him off and so are his characters.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Nessa

Like her brother and husband, Nessa also enjoys being active. If she decides to give the game a try, she's very expressive, gestures a lot and may act out small scenes if given the chance. As fun as this is during roleplay, sitting close to her during combat segments while she shows you how exactly she's smacking her enemies is not recommended, especially if she plays a monk.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Námo

Námo isn't known for his playfulness, however this doesn't mean he's opposed to engaging with the game. In fact, he quite enjoys slipping into a different role and mindset for a while - having to be the impartial judge and observer all the time can be tiring after all. Another aspect of D&D he may enjoy is, surprisingly enough, the element of randomness: His foresight allows him to know the future, but not every little detail, and a couple of dice rolls in a roleplaying game are probably not important prophecies Eru gave him. It may feel refreshing for Námo to be surprised.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Vairë

No matter how casual any given session is, Vairë arrives in full cosplay, really getting into character creation like Manwë does as well, though as usual she's more practical about it. Additionally, she keeps a cute notebook as a campaign journal in which she records all the fun little details and great moments the players experienced together. She also enjoys creating fan content for the campaign.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Irmo

Irmo has quite a vivid imagination and has always adored roleplaying, so he's immediately on board. It's by far his favorite part of the D&D experience, though he quickly finds that he enjoys combat and puzzle solving sequences as well. He's the one to initiate and drive a lot, if not most of the character interactions, helps advancing their character arcs and is just a joy to have at the table. Class-wise, he's definitely a bard player and will happily perform his songs and flirtatious lines in real life too.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Estë

It may come as a shock and surprise to the other players that Estë categorically refuses to be the party healer, at least on her first playthrough. Like Vána, she's eager to explore other roles through her characters. No matter what she decides to play, her character may strike up an in-game rivalry with Irmo's character to spice things up and both of them have way too much fun bickering.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Nienna

She most likely takes a back seat at first, letting others play the game, observing to learn the rules and quietly enjoying the stories they tell. Encouraged by her family, Nienna joins in eventually, provided she's currently in the right headspace for it (being the Lady of Grief, she sometimes feels mentally and emotionally exhausted, in which case she prefers to just sit there, relax and unwind by being in the presence of her loved ones). As a player, she enjoys roleplaying the most, but also does well with puzzles since she's a keen observer and listener.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Melkor

Well. Melkor is most certainly going to be that guy at the table. He likes to derail campaigns, especially if they're Manwë's, tests the limits of the rules (and everyone's patience) and wants kills and loot. Once he familiarizes himself with the game's mechanics, he exploits them and likes to powergame. The one concept Melkor has trouble grasping is that D&D isn't a game you play to "win". Simply put, he very much has fun, but isn't fun to play with for a lot of other players; however, if you want to play a meme or evil campaign, he's your guy.

Side note: If Melkor plays with his own friend group he may also chill out for once.

Side note 2: Don't let him DM unless, again, you want the kind of campaign he'll come up with.

Side note 3: Watch your shiny math rocks. Melkor likes shiny.

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[jeewrites]

Hello! 👋🏼

For the end of year fanfic asks, I’d love to know your answers to 14 and 19.

❤️🐾.

Thank you so much for sending me this ask @tinytinymenace!

(If you missed my post, I decided to participate in the Fanfic End of Year Asks game. Ask away!)

14. a fic you didn’t expect to write

Ooh, definitely my Dave York one-shot for the Roll-A-Trope Challenge.

I just started writing fics this year and found Frankie to be the most easy-to-write Pedro character when I started. (It also helps that Triple Frontier is my comfort show, lol.) I’ve been a fan of Pedro’s since… The Mandalorian? But then seeing him as Joel in TLOU, sucked me into fandom, and I started watching alllll of his stuff.

His role as Dave York really made an impression on me (that BEANIE, omggg), but I was too intimidated to try and write for his broody character since I lean towards fluff, sweetness, with only a little angst as a writer.

But then I really wanted to do my first fic challenge and @burntheedges's Roll-A-Trope Challenge seemed like a perfect opportunity to try and 1) Write for Dave and 2) Try writing for a randomly selected trope (amnesia). 

All things considered, I was surprised at how fun it was to write for Dave and might give him another try sometime.

19. any new fics to start next year

I really need to wrap up my Frankie fic, but I plan to outline my next series over the holidays. 

I’m leaning towards the Joel Miller x ceramicist!reader fic in an AU. Sarah lives, but I want to explore different types of grief (and healing) in the relationships Joel and Reader have with the characters from the TLOU universe and with each other. After rewatching TLOU, I want to give Tess and Ellie more time together and also explore Maria’s character more since she is so badass! I want to explore/write characters’ emotional worlds better (something I want to improve on). I’ve also had some losses this year and I feel like writing stories might be one way I try and wrap my head around the griefs I’ve just started to feel like I can process. Even if there will be a good amount of heaviness and emotional weight in the story, it is all grounded in hope/healing (at least, as I envision it).

[freelafan4life545]

Once again, @shamandigi-blog , my best friend/assistant gave me a comment that inspired me to write a fanfic

Enjoy!

Fry and Leela's Relaxing Evening

It was Fry’s turn to pick their dinner date, and he had planned something special. He’d even put on his best shirt, the one he thought made him look extra handsome, and had booked a table at one of the most romantic places in New New York. But as he entered their apartment with a bouquet of flowers in hand, he noticed that Leela was curled up on the couch, her hand pressed against her forehead.

“Leela?” Fry said, setting the flowers down on the table. “You okay?”

Leela looked up at him, her eye squinting slightly. “Yeah, I’m just not feeling great. I think I’ve got a headache… really bad.”

Fry’s heart sank. Their dinner plans had been one of the few things he’d been looking forward to that week, but he would never let something like a headache ruin Leela’s comfort. “Oh no, that’s terrible. I’m sorry, Leela.”

Leela shook her head, a soft sigh escaping her lips. “No, Fry, I feel bad. You’ve been planning this all week, and now I’m ruining it.”

Fry knelt beside her, his face full of concern. “You’re not ruining anything! You come first. Dinner plans can wait.” He gently took her hand. “How about I help you feel better? I’ve got just the thing.”

Leela gave him a tired smile. “You’re too good to me, Fry.”

Fry quickly went to the kitchen, returning with a glass of water and a couple of aspirin. He sat next to her on the couch and carefully handed them over. “Here you go, this should help.”

Leela accepted the aspirin gratefully and took the water from him. “Thanks.”

“You know,” Fry said with a grin, “I’m also really good at cuddles. I’m pretty sure that’s the cure for any headache.” He patted the couch next to him. “Cuddles?”

Leela smiled faintly, appreciating his lightheartedness despite the situation. “Cuddles sounds nice,” she murmured, shifting over to lie against him.

Fry wrapped his arms around her, gently pulling her closer, offering her warmth and comfort. She rested her head on his chest, the rhythmic sound of his heartbeat soothing her. Fry leaned down and kissed the top of her head, whispering, “You’re not ruining anything, Leela. You never could.”

But Leela still felt a twinge of guilt, her thoughts drifting to the evening they had missed. “But... I was really looking forward to it. And now we’re just here, and you don’t get to have your night.”

Fry shook his head, gently stroking her hair. “I’d rather be with you, in this moment, than anywhere else. Dinner can wait for another night. Besides, I’m with my favorite person in the whole universe. Nothing’s better than that.”

Leela closed her eye, feeling the stress from her headache begin to ease. “You always know how to make me feel better,” she whispered.

Fry smiled, his voice turning soft. “That’s because I love you. And, you know what? I have a little trick that might help you feel even better.” He gave her a playful wink. “A little Fry magic, if you will.”

Leela gave him a skeptical look, but her head was so heavy with tiredness that she barely questioned it. “What do you mean?”

Fry took a deep breath, his hands gently cupping her face, looking into her eye with unwavering affection. “I’m going to help you relax even more, and when you wake up, you’re going to feel better, no headaches, no guilt. You’ll feel just… calm. Okay?”

Leela blinked slowly, her mind tired, but her trust in Fry kept her relaxed. “Alright…”

Fry spoke in a soft, soothing voice, guiding her. “Just listen to my voice and let everything go. Let yourself get heavier… more relaxed...”

Leela’s body melted into his embrace as his words wrapped around her like a warm blanket. She felt a weight lift off her, her worries about the dinner and her headache drifting away like leaves in the wind.

“And when you wake up, you’ll feel amazing. No more pain, no more guilt, just peace,” Fry continued, his voice low and steady. “You’ve done nothing wrong, and you deserve to feel good.”

Leela’s breath slowed, and soon she was gently drifting into a peaceful, headache-free sleep.

Fry smiled down at her, happy to see her finally resting. “Sweet dreams, Leela,” he whispered. “We’ll have our dinner another time. Right now, I just want to be here with you.”

He sat with her, holding her close, feeling content just being in her presence, knowing that nothing else mattered as long as they had each other.

Later, when Leela woke up, the headache was gone, and her heart felt light. She looked up at Fry, smiling. “I feel better. And I don’t feel guilty anymore. Thank you.”

Fry kissed her forehead. “You don’t have to thank me. I just want you to feel good. And we’ll have our perfect date… when you’re feeling 100%. I promise.”

(A/N: Thanks for reading! I'm already writing about their date for y'all and will probably be out in an hour or 2. See ya!)

💜🧡