#its a oneshot unless I change my mind

[cramathonn]

Hello! I see your rules and saw Seth on your list. I just got him recently and I wanted to ask if I can request something (a drabble or a oneshot, it's up to you) of our boyo. But let me give some idea worms first.

So, i heard somewhere that Seth is a Lynx thiren (unless I'm wrong, but looking at his thiren features, seems like his counterpart is from the Felidae family), and I researched that Lynxes can purr. So... imagine when reader (gender neutral) was petting Seth (or just give him some fluffy loving) he ended up purring because he's getting very comfortable

Sorry if it's kinda long! You can skip this if you want. It's my first time making a request 😅

This is adorable, anon

And don't worry, it wasn't that long! Throughout my writing history, I've gotten requests that are SO MUCH longer (and the context and worms are much appreciated). Also, I went to check his thiren subspecies and he's just a cat, not a lynx. Lynxes, while being felines, have considerably shorter tails when compared to other members of the Felidae family! Aka, bob cat short. So yeah, I referred to him as cat thiren in this little drabble, I hope you don't mind!

Hopefully you enjoy the sillies!

Warnings: none! Only fluff

Reader: gender neutral (no pronouns used)

Seth Lowell x GN!Reader

Purring

You and Seth were finally alone, relaxing inside the comfort of your shared apartment at Lumina Square. It was an exhausting day for the both of you, with either jobs sucking more energy out of you than usual.

While Seth insisted that you two asked for some food before ultimately sitting down to relax, you convinced him to do so later by bringing his head to your lap and starting to comb through his hair with your fingers. That immediately disarmed your beloved boyfriend and made his face flush red like a tomato. It didn't take long for his body to relax, the tip of his tail starting to slowly wag in contentment.

These small moments were the ones you adored most with him. Yes, you loved your walks alongside the riverbank, going out to run at the park or eat relax at the coffee shop, but this was perfect. Just the two of you, with you sitting on the couch while he had his head upon your lap, basking in each other's presence.

However, something was different this time. A noise, low and rumbly, echoing through your living room. You swore you didn't have any laundy today and you always checked all of your electrical equipment before having a chill couch session, so where was this coming from? You pay more attention to the sound, trying to pinpoint its origing. It was... Coming from beneath you? You looked down, now staring at the top of your boyfriend's head. His ears twitched every so often, leaning a bit backwards as a way to indicate how relaxed he was.

Wait, wasn't Seth a thiren? Specifically a cat one? The name of the noise coming from him was at the tip of your tongue and when you remembered it, the soft smile previously on your face widened slightly. He was purring. Seth, your uptight and slightly reserved boyfriend, was purring. The realization that he felt so at ease, so safe and comfortable in your presence to let his guard down enough to purr made your heart swell with contentment. You changed the way tou caressed the top of his head, which made him turn his head to the side so that he could look at you better, a curious look on his face.

"Everything alright? You changed how you were caressing my head... Not that I mind!"

He asked, voice much more relaxed than usual. It obviously still had that slightly loud factor that made his voice, well, his, but it was obvious to anyone who heard it that this man was calm and comfortable. You laughed at his inquiry, tangling your fingers in his silky white strands, combing through them.

"Oh, it's nothing, Seth. It's just that..."

You pondered for a second. Should you tell him? You worried that if you did he would go back to gaurding himself and stop allowing himself to purr around you, and you didn't want that! You wanted for him to feel free to relax and let his guard down, to allow himself to unwind and confide in you. However, knowing your lovely boyfriend, he'd think you were troubled with something, instead of just being deeply infatuated with his adorable noises. So you decided to simply say it.

"Well, you were purring"

You said, voice soft and filled with undeniable affection for Seth. His ears stood and tail flinched, immediately stopping its suave content swaying.

"O-oh, uhm, I'm sorry about that! It wasn't really meant to come out, it just kind of happens when I'm really relaxed... I'll make sure it doesn't happen again, I pro-"

There it was. Your sweet overthinker of a boyfriend thinking there would be a problem and that you would, most likely, think less of him for just relaxing and emitting natural noises. You made sure to cut him off before he could finish his sentence.

"Seth, hey, it's ok. I don't mind the purring. I think it's cute! It shows me that you're comfortable enough around me to let your guard down and just... Relax, y'know?"

You said in an attempt to make Seth see your point of view. That apparently worked, seeing how his cheeks were now slightly pink and how his tail started to wag its tip once more. The thiren buried his face in your thighs, trying to hide how embarrassed your comment made him. But it also made him feel extremely giddy. You found his purring was cute? And, instead of ridiculing him for something that was natural, you were glad and happy that it meat he was comfortable around you? Heavens, what did he do to score someone as fantastic as you?

"I love you, Seth"

You said, continuing to caress his head and comb through his hair. At that, Seth turned his whole body to the side, hugging you as he shoved his face in your stomach, nuzzling your shirt.

"I love you too, (y/n)"

He answered, muffled by the fabric of your shirt. Seth's voice was soft as he allowed himself to relax once more, his purring returning and you could now feel its rumbling against you. The two of you remained there, you caressing his hair and him cuddling against your stomach. Yeah, you wouldn't trade this for anything in the world.

Written by Cramathonn, 29/09/2024

Concluded at 2:50pm

[elixirfromthestars]

key: angst ☽ | fluff ☼ | 18+ ♡ | 500+ notes ✧ | 1,000+ notes ୨୧

─ ⊹ ⊱ Series ⊰ ⊹ ─

The Biker's Tulip ☼ ୨୧

biker!bucky x florist!reader

A small town. A biker and a florist, each one carrying the burdens of their past, and yet despite that, finding solace in one another along the way...

─ ⊹ ⊱ Two Parts ⊰ ⊹ ─

Conflict of Interest ☼ ☽ ✧

detective!bucky x lawyer!reader

After the many failed dates Natasha set you up on, you decide to give up on the dating scene all together. That is until Bucky makes it his mission to change your mind, but will he be enough to change it?

Part II ☼ ☽

After deserting Bucky at the fair, you are left dealing with the consequences. This becomes difficult as you are all assigned to a new case. 

A Night Of Frights and Delights ☼ ୨୧

athlete!bucky x artist!reader - college au

It's Friday the 13th and the college kids in town decided to host a weekend camping trip on the outskirts of town. Your best friend convinced you to go much to your reluctance. What could go wrong when the one guy you can't stand is also there?

Part II ♡ ☼ ✧

You and Bucky have danced around the lines you've placed ever since that weekend camping trip. Months later, when Tony Stark hosts an extravagant party, he finally makes a move to cross them.

─ ⊹ ⊱ Oneshots ⊰ ⊹ ─

One Call Away ☼

agent!bucky x journalist!reader

You’re a journalist in the late 1950s working for a gossip magazine. You write an article about the actor Steve Rogers, and his agent Bucky Barnes is not happy about it. He confronts you and offers you a deal.

In Five Years ☽

bucky x enhanced!reader

Bucky was having a hard time expressing his feelings about finally being free from the Winter Soldier program. To help him out, you suggested writing a letter to his future self and burying it in a time capsule to visit this moment again in the future. The plan was to open the time capsule five years from now. That was until Thanos showed up.

My Dearest ☼ ✧ ☽

duke!bucky x lady!reader

On the night of Lady Maximoff’s ball you find yourself in the gardens, troubled by your emotions. As if by fate, the rain pours down reuniting you with the one who is the very object of your troubles.

Written in the Stars ☼

bucky x avenger!reader - established relationship

Your boyfriend, Bucky, takes you on a date full of surprises under the stars.

Boulevard Confessions ☼ ✧

40s!bucky x nurse!reader

Being a third wheel to Peggy and Steve wasn't your ideal Thursday night fun. However, when they tell you Bucky is tagging along you eagerly decide to join them. That is until a third party makes its presence known.

Sink Your Teeth In Me ♡☼✧

bucky x neighbor!reader

You and Bucky are supposed to attend Sam's party on Halloween. However, when you show up to his place looking like temptation itself—he gets other ideas on how to spend the night with you.

─ ⊹ ⊱ Drabbles ⊰ ⊹ ─

Together ☼ ✧

bucky x wife!reader

It’s been a month since you had a baby with your husband, Bucky. On the first day he went back to work, however, you can’t get her to stop crying—that is until Bucky comes home.

Fieldwork ☼ ☽

detective!bucky x lawyer!reader

You end up getting hurt while out in the field questioning a suspect. Thankfully, Detective Barnes is there to help. 

Lucky Day ☼

bucky x reader - college au

Bucky, your childhood best friend, takes you to a baseball game to thank you for helping him with his chemistry class. However, between bets and kiss cams, luck seems to be the real game being played.

Tranquility ☼

bucky x avenger!reader - established relationship

On your day off from saving the world, you decide to have a date in the park with your boyfriend Bucky.

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[miguelhugger2099]

Day Two

Summary: You kept all the love you had to yourself for safe keeping. Until Miguel comes along. A/N: did i forget to make more valentine oneshots? yes and what about it Miguel x Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Drabble

After failed relationship and another failed relationship, you began to think that maybe love just wasn’t in your cards. Maybe you were always meant to love instead of be loved. It was hard accepting that. You coped with it as much as you could but in the deepest part of your heart you hoped someone could prove you wrong just this once. You’d look in the mirror and try to find something of yourself that someone could find beautiful but you always came up short. The pain was still there, a dull ache that served as a reminder that no matter what you changed about yourself, it was never enough to make them stay. So you stopped trying and you stopped hoping. You lived your life day to day, doing small things that you like and any ounce of your heart speeding up at seeing a stranger was quickly demolished for the safety of your feelings. So that’s why even when the handsome and tall stranger sat across from you at the cafe, you tried not to pay any mind to him. You ignored the way your heart leaped when his foot accidently bumped into yours, his deep voice murmuring a soft apology. You ignored the next few times where you’d sit at your usual spot and he'd sit right across from you either with a laptop, a book or a phone in his hand. You ignored how he always sat with you silently even when other tables were open. You ignored how he eventually ordered the same drink you got every time as if wanting to try it. You ignored how sometimes, he’d be there before you, sitting up straighter when you sat in front of him. You ignored it until you couldn’t. After a long hour of silence, he puts his book down and taps the table to get your attention. “I’m sorry,” He says. “I’ve been thinking you’re very pretty and I’d like to get to know you.” At first you’re repulsed. Not at him, but how he perceives you as worthy enough to know. You don’t understand it. He sees your reluctance and pulls away. “Unless you wouldn’t want to.” Your heart strains in the same ache as before. You don’t want to be cold, you don’t want to be seen as rude or mean because of your guarded heart–not anymore. You yearn for companionship despite your mind screaming at you not to. It’s dangerous. “Okay. Sure.” You speak softly, not used to being approached in a romantic manner in so long. You continue with your naive hoping. Maybe this time it will hurt less.

At first you were awkward with him and he was awkward with you. It seemed like neither of you knew how to start this relationship other than initial attraction. You learned his name was Miguel and that he was studying to be a geneticist at Alchemax. You were fairly good at science, not at his level but you tried to keep up which made him chuckle. You worried you said something stupid but he assured you that you were just cute trying. He invited you to spend a day in the town, just to walk around and maybe buy you things that you liked. You declined his offer, not wanting to come across as some gold digger when Miguel waves you off saying that he wanted to. You refused the entire day. Anything you wanted, you made sure he wasn’t at the register or at least held your card out first. You couldn’t risk him turning on you and claim that you spent all his money. Miguel noticed, of course. Despite your attempts at being more friendly, it wasn’t exactly romantical. That didn’t diminish his interest in you though. It only made him more curious. Who did this to you to make it seem like you couldn’t rely on anyone? So, when he led you to the playground just outside the town, in a park where others were walking dogs and running jogs, he offered you two seats at the swings. The sky was near its point of a sunset, blue slowly turning into an orange yellow that calms your mind. It was a little funny when you turned to face Miguel in his swing seat. His shoulders could barely fit between the chains that held it up and his knees were almost up to his chest. You giggled to yourself at the sight and he turned to give you a sheepish smile, a little embarrassed of how he was most definitely not fit for it.

It was a comfortable silence as you both swung gently just enough for a breeze to flow through. You don’t notice Miguel glance at your hands in your lap and how you’re trying not to pick at the skin at the corner of your fingernails. Miguel sighed and looked at his own lap, as squished as it was. “It’s been a while since I’ve been on a date.” He whispers softly. You turn your head slightly to see him in the corner of your eye. He pulls at his pant leg nervously. “I’m not used to…this romance stuff,” He glances up at you. “So I’m sorry if I’ve done anything wrong.” You feel your heart swell in the worst way possible. Your efforts to protect yourself had hurt someone else. “No,” You shake your head. “You haven’t done anything wrong. It’s just…I haven’t been on one in a long time either.” Miguel laughs through his nose. “Then I guess we’re both still kinda new to this,” He looks up to the sunset. It’s now an orange pink. “But I’m still sorry. My last relationship wasn’t great. Toxic behavior and all that. I felt like I couldn’t be me. And in some way, I’m still doing that even today with you. Trying to be someone I’m not by being overly…pushy about wanting you to be satisfied with me.” He murmurs. “I didn’t think you were pushy,” You explain, feeling your cheeks burn about opening up. “I’m not used to someone being kind to me because they want to. It’s more what I can offer or what kind of reaction they want out of me.” It’s silent for a while and you begin to think that you’ve messed up again. Talked too much, spilled too soon, you’ve ruined the image he’s had of you.

“I think…you deserved better,” Miguel says, turning to you and reaching for your pinky with his. “I’m still interested and I want to keep seeing you, if that’s okay.” He interlocks your pinkies together softly, giving you enough room to pull away. You feel the ache in your chest lifts just a little bit knowing he’s just as nervous and scared as you are but he still wants your heart even if it’s damaged. You gain the courage to let the love in your heart seep out to him and squeeze his pinky in yours. “Okay.” You smile at him and he mirrors it with his own. It won’t hurt less this time because you have a feeling with him it won’t hurt at all.

A/N: a little self indulgent w this one whew

[cloudbug08]

Heyyyy, i hope you are having a wonderful day, and if not, i hope it gets better

I saw you did a part 2 for worth it and I can't help but want a part 2 for night terror like immediately after the events (like a day or 2) the reader isn't little and comforting logan telling him it wasn't his fault and logans trying to make up for it by over compensating and maybe reader slips again cuz the pain of they're stitches or cuz they feel guilty that logan feels bad because of what he did and it just turns into pure fluff and cuddles by the end

I saw your working on other fics tp so don't feel pressure or anything I just really love your Tumblr thank youuuuuu so much 💗

Night Terrors p2

Logan (James) Howlett and fem!agere!reader

A/N:Thank you so much Anon! I hope you enjoy this work! I didn’t expect so many people to enjoy Night Terrors considering it was just an offhand idea, but I’m glad ya’ll liked it! ∩^ω^∩

I switched up the request a little bit anon, I hope you still enjoy it.

All of my oneshots will be/are written with a fem reader in mind because I write my works self indulgently, however, if it’s requested I have no qualms writing the reader GN

Unless I’m writing a romantic work, there is so age in mind for the reader, however, romantic works will be written with an over 18 reader in mind （╹◡╹）

TW: Logan stresses and feels immensely guilty, slightly description of blood, cuts and bruising.

Logan stares blankly at the tv while you hum drowsily along to the theme tune of the cartoon playing, he clenches his fists when your squirming causes your sleep shorts to ruck up, the gauze peeks through, its dappled with blood.

He clears his throat

“Bee, it’s time to change your bandages.”

You blink up at him, smiling dopily

“Okay pa.”

You wiggle, shifting so Logan can cut off the bandages and replace them.

He drops the first aid kit down next to you in the couch, plopping down onto a stool in front of you, you giggle at the funny picture of his hulking body dwarfing the stool underneath him.

He pushes your shorts away from the gauze, picking up a pair of scissors to cut away the bandage, his hands tremble when the metal touches your skin, blinking out of his haze when you call for him

“Daddy? What’s wrong?”

He rubs a hand over his face

“I can’t believe I let myself hurt you, I’m so sorry honeybee.”

he presses a multitude of kisses on your head, he’s shaken.

“But you didn mean it, you said sorry n it’s all okay now”

Logan blinks, thumbing gently over your kneecap, he smiles at you mournfully

“No, I didn’t mean it, thank you, sweetheart.”

He steadies himself, picking up the scissors to slice through the gauze, he winces at the bloody cuts, the skin around them inflamed and bruising.

He grasps your knee, before swabbing around the stitches with iodine and quickly, sturdily wrapping up your thigh, he gently pats your shin

“All done babydoll.”

You smile, pressing a messy kiss to his bearded cheek, you then start to wring your hands nervously

“Can you decorate the bandage please?”

He huffs through his nose, smiling

“It’ll be coming off tomorrow, you know?”

You nod, stubborn

“Alright bee. Where are your stickers?”

You point to the cabinet under the tv, where all your colouring books and pencils were stored.

His knees creak when he stands, crouching down to retrieve your stickers, he peels a pack open, grunting when he thumps back down onto his stool, you giggle as he fiddles with the stickers, struggling to peel them off of their sheet.

You smile when he gets to work, evenly spreading an amalgamation of different kitten stickers on your thigh, before finally pressing one larger, glittery one to the middle, ever gentle.

“There you go sweets.”

You admire his handiwork, twisting awkwardly to watch the glitter sparkle and glimmer in the light.

“Thank you pa!”

He pushes your hair away from your face, smooshing a kiss to your forehead.

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Logan carries you up the stairs after dinner, your belly full of good, home cooked food. He drops you off in the bathroom.

“Brush your teeth and pee, I’ll get your pyjamas, okay?”

You nod, sleepy.

By the time he’s done, you’re dozing on the toilet seat, wanting to sit down after doing what he told you.

He smiles, gently lifting you again, swiping a smudge of toothpaste off of your cheek.

Logan sets you on the bed, helping you change, before he tucks you under the quilt, pressing a pacifier between your lips and giving you a peck on the cheek

“Sweet dreams honeybee”

You smile dopily, slurring out a

“See you in the mornin papa.”

He nods, smiling gently before moving to leave, swiftly turning around when you cry out

“Where goin?”

He frowns before walking back over, leaning down

“I’m gonna go down stairs and watch some tv, gonna have a cigar bee.”

You make a coughing noise, almost like a gag

“Smell gross”

He laughs lightly

“Yeah, yucky, I know, I won’t be long though, I’ll be here when you wake up, sound good?”

You nod, turning around in the bed to watch him as he closes the door.

You melt into the sheets, knackered.

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You groan, shifting in the bed, pulling your pacifier out of your mouth, you need a glass of water.

Turning to look behind you, cautious that Logan’s behind you, not wanting to wake the man, recognising he needed his rest.

Though the beds empty, the sheets are barely ruffled, cold.

You pitter patter out of bed and down the stairs, careful to skip that one creaky step.

Huffing at the shifting lump on the couch, Logan’s scrunched up on your two seater, grunting in his sleep.

You’re miffed, no longer caring about his ‘rest’ in that moment you gently shake his shoulder, he startles, blinking up at you.

“Bee, what’s the time?”

You furrow your brows, not realising how ridiculous you must appear, one cat sock falling down your leg, wearing matching pyjama shorts and sleep shirt that are both adorned with kittens, one hand on your hip

“Logan, What are you doing?”

“Sleeping?”

You narrow your eyes

“On the couch?”

He huffs, clearly not pleased to be explaining himself

“I knocked out after I smoked my cigar, I had a glass of whiskey, I’m sorry Doll”

You tongue over your teeth, unimpressed

“It doesn’t smell like you smoked, and we haven’t had a bottle of whiskey in the cabin for weeks, why are you really sleeping down here?”

He groans, part impressed and part annoyed that you managed to see through his lies so easily, Logan orients himself, unsure how to articulate himself

“The other night.. it scared me, in a way I’ve never been scared before, waking up to the bedsheets soaked in your blood, your blood caked under my nails, I’ve never felt fear like it.”

You soften, sitting down on the couch next to him

“You had a nightmare Logan, of horrors I couldn’t even fathom, I forgave you, about twice now actually, even though, there’s nothing for me to forgive, it was an accident, you didn’t mean it.”

“An accident that could have cost you your life”

He bites out

“But it didn’t, I know you’re scared, you’re allowed to be scared Lo’, but I’m not, not of you, not ever.”

“You should be”

He grumbles, you groan

“But I’m not! I’d rather have you in the bed, I feel safer when you’re there with me, you’re not doing me any favours by bumming it down here, I don’t need you to be self righteous Logan, I need you to forgive yourself, you cut me once, this has never happened before, I could never happen again.”

“But there’s a chance it will happen again!”

He raises his voice, you’re still not scared though, stubborn as ever, it only spurs you on

“Then we can work through it! I do not want you to be down here, suffering alone, now please, come up to bed with me.”

He mumbles under his breath, but you elect to ignore it, considering he’s standing up, you trot over to the steps, pleased that your consistency payed off.

He lays down on the bed next to you, groaning when his head hit the pillow, you give him a look that screams ‘I told you so’

“Save it.”

He grumbles, you smile, finally, at peace.

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Thank you so much for reading! Likes, requests and reblogs are much appreciated

╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

[certainlynotasimp]

Updated Upcoming Fanfics

Hello, my lovely simps~✨ I’m just going ahead and listing off the upcoming one-shots and head-canons that will be coming out within the next couple of days to feed y’all’s and mine Miguel O’ Hara addiction.

Until I get through a good chuck of these: Request will be closed until further notice.

If you wanna check out what I already written and catch up on my current series then feel free to check out my Masterlist~✨

The Adventures of Miggy and Sunny Series (Miguel O’ Hara x Sunshine! SpiderWoman! Reader

Requested: How did Miggy and Sunny meet? ((I plan to make this one a two parter🤭))

Requested: Jealous Miguel ((This idea was so good you guys requested it twice🥰))

Requested: Miggy walks in on Sunny singing and dancing✅

Requested: Sunny, Miles, and Gwen go on an adventure and Miguel didn’t know about it. ((We love angry protective men in this household 🤤))

Requested: The Spidey gang notices that Miguel likes to leave hickeys all over Sunny, and they rip on Miggy about it.✅

Requested: How Miguel if Sunny died…((🫢 We love drama in this house))

Requested: Miggy and Sunny having their own love bug on the way. ((Requested by the same person who asked about Sunny’s death and I’m gonna make its own post 😭)) ✅

Requested: Sunny’s reaction to what Miguel does to Miles. ((I still haven’t seen the movie so I’m gonna have to put a pin in yours, but I will do it.))

Requested: Miguel’s reaction when Sunny is injured

Requested: Miggy shushing at everyone because Sunny fell asleep at his desk. ((😭🥹))

Requested: Sunny standing her ground protecting her friend and Miguel is proud of her. ((My love for being praised is being fed with this one🤭🤭))

Requested: Sunny’s sick day. ((Maybe a bowl of that sexy Papi will cure her? Just kidding…unless))

Requested: A view into the domestic life of Miguel and his love. ((🥰))

Requested: Tio Miguel and Tia Sunny babysit Mayday for the day, even if Miggy didn’t want to. ((Anything with Mayday is accepted here😭🥰🥹))

Requested: Miguel trying to get the attention of his Sunhine, but she keeps getting distracted. ((This one.🥵 is gonna be a little spicy. Not too much because Miguel is already bringing a lot 😏))

Requested: Miggy and Sunny have a shopping day and Miguel isn’t afraid of letting his sol get whatever she wants. ((Sugar daddy moment for spider Papi 🥹🥰))

Requested: Sunny is trying to recover from an injury in Miguel’s apartment and a villain decides to break in. ((👁️👄👁️ <<his face lol))

Requested: A new spider ambushes our favorite couple because she needs help getting back home. Miggy and Sunny soon find out that this spider is actually their child from a different dimension. ((This one right here is prime for some fluff, angst, and maybe Miggy changing his mind about having some babies 👀👀))✅

Requested: On her low days, Sunny just needs a moment of silence even as the world is caving in. ((😭😭))

Sunny lore posts ((because why not?))

General Miguel O’ Hara x Reader

Requested: Miguel with an s/o who gets flustered easily. ((This mf is gonna ruin you all🤭😭🥵))

Requested: Miguel with a Black Cat! S/O oneshot. ((I think I know who the anon is who requested this and I promise bestie I will deliver!!))✅

Requested: Miguel and Reader in a Friends w/ Benefits relationship. ((I’m kinda nervous about this because this will be my first smutty post👉🏻👈🏻))

Surprise post! ((This is a special fanfic I’m writing so y’all get ready.))

Requested: Spiderperson! Reader has to perform a canon event that involves them kissing someone in the iconic spiderman kiss, but they are in a relationship with Miguel ((The drama! 😫 and another Jealous Miguel fanfic?😫🤭))✅

Miguel in a complicated relationship with a Cat Burglar/Black Cat Variant! Reader.

Requested: Headcanon for Miguel with a human reader.✅

[nana-mania]

“SPOILED” he loves being spoiled by his rich girlfriend

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ oneshot

࿐*ೃ feat : izana kurokawa

࿐*ೃ fandom : tokyo revengers

࿐*ೃ extra : fem! reader, fluff

࿐*ೃ tw : cursing

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ "IS IT JUST me or has Izana been acting odd lately?"

Kakucho spoke up, breaking the silence between him and the Brutal Generation, as well as the executives of Tenjiku. He was unable to contain his curiosity much longer. He pondered in his mind all the time; whether the others noticed this subtle change in Izana.

"Izana has always been unhinged, Kakucho. Since when he's not acting odd?" Ran casually remarked, finding his question strange. "You know him personally much more than we do. Surely, we can't give you any answers even if you demand one from us." Rindou added.

"What's so odd about Izana anyway?" Shion asked, his brain still trying its hardest to discern the meaning behind Kakucho's inquiry. "If you are talking about how he has been hanging out a lot on his own, I personally don't think it's strange." Kanji stated whilst he munched on a mochi.

"You know him. He doesn't like it when we question his actions." Muto advised, patting the younger male's broad back to reassure him. "I know, but...ahh, there is just something off about him. I can't get it out of my mind unless I figure it out." Kakucho argued, persistently staying true to himself.

"My gut feeling is too strong for me to ignore it... Alright, that's it. I'm going out to check on Izana. He went out to the city again today. You guys wanna tag along?" Kakucho offered invitation to the rest of the executives. Shion, Kanji and Muto were unsure. They didn't want to dig their own grave.

But the two Haitanis thought otherwise. They were thrilled by the idea of spying on Izana during his casual stroll in the city. They might discover something unbelievable.

"We are coming along~" Ran agreed to Kakucho's invitation, his hand resting on top of Rindou's head. Rindou wore a wide grin on his face, excited by the adventure they were about to experience. It could be a death wish but who cares! Life wasn't fun without taking risk.

Seeing two of them agreeing to this maniacal, suicide-borderline plan, Kanji, Shion and Muto sighed defeatedly and eventually agreed to Kakucho as well. Delighted by their cooperation, he smiled at the older males happily.

"Alright, let's go now!"

Meanwhile, in the city, Izana was strolling in a clothing store with you, browsing the various clothes and shoes sold in the store in complete silence. There was no way he would want to buy them as most the stuffs he wanted was overpriced.

His amethyst-hued eyes suddenly landed on a pair of shoes. He stared long at the said shoes, as if he was attracted to them. He was unaware of how long he was fixing his gaze at the footwear. Noticing his behavior, you smiled at him and picked up the shoes he secretly wished to have.

Shocked by your action, Izana looked at you in disbelief. "No, not again." He opposed your idea. He knew you too well; you were planning to buy the shoes for him. But you shook your head and brought the shoes along as you and your boyfriend made your way to the store clerk.

"Yes, again. I told you, just buy anything you want. I can pay for the goods."

"You're always spoiling me."

"And I love doing that. Especially spoiling you."

Izan smiled softly at you, his one and only girlfriend. To be honest, he didn't know you were from a wealthy family until he went on a first date with you. It was astonishing to figure out this interesting fact about you.

Izana reached out his hand and held your hand warmly. "That's why I love you so much, mahal." He whispered seductively into your ear, tightening his hold on your hand. Your cheeks heated up upon hearing his attractive voice. God, you always had a thing for voice. Hearing a sexy voice like his made you weak in the knees. "I love you too, sweetie."

You paid for the shoes much to Izana's happiness. He never, never even once asked you to spoil him with your wealth. You willingly did it for him and he appreciated it so much. Even though he couldn't buy any expensive gifts like you did, you adored every single thing he did or give to you as presents.

You weren't a picky and judgmental girl.

"So, where should we go now?"

"Mahal, I'm hungry. Can we stop by KFC?"

"Sure! And you better keep your wallet in your pocket. Today's date is on me."

"But..."

"No buts. I invited you to the date so I have the rights to spoil you."

Izana chuckled while rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. You were persistently stubborn when it came to this topic. It was no surprise to know you hated being the spoiled one during date. Only on rare occasion, you would let him pay during the date.

"If you say so, mahal." Izana leaned in to kiss your forehead. Your face went ablaze, delighted by his soft kiss. That was right, this was what you wanted. Receiving rewards in the form of physical touched everytime you spoiled him. Izana was the best when it came to showing love through physical touch.

Hooking your arm with his, you and Izana walked out of the clothing store as he flirted with you, effortlessly causing warmth to spread across your cheeks.

"After this...wanna come over to my place to chill, mahal?" Izana whispered flirtatiously into your ear. You could practically hear the smirk in his teasing voice as his arm found its way to snake around your waist. "I love to reward you for all the treats and spoiling...you deserve so much from me."

"Eager much, aren't you? I'm always up for it. I love to be spoiled by you later."

"Thought you hated being coddled by me, mahal."

"Your "spoiling" is different and that's why I love it."

The warmth in your cheeks kept rising up. You could never stop flirting with Izana when he started making his move. He would continue whispering sweet nothings until you overheated.

Unbeknownst to the couple, a group of curious delinquents were spying on them with the youngest having his jaw dropped to the ground in disbelief.

"I-Izana...since when did he— has a partner?" Kakucho gasped, his mouth agape wide open. Shion, Muto, Kanji, Ran and Rindou were left speechless as well. Izana, never once, showed the slightest bit interest in relationship considering that man hated "troublesome burden". Hence, seeing him all sweet with a girl was a miracle. This fact might take a while to be embedded into their brain.

"Let's go follow them. I need to confirm again—"

Much to Kakucho's misfortune, Rindou unintentionally slipped and brutally pushed Kakucho out of their hiding spot. Due to panic, all of them left the alleyway to help Kakucho and Rindou to get back on their feet.

Of course, this led to their downfall.

Thanked to the chaos, Izana and you were drawn to take a look. The Tenjiku leader was displeased to find his executives all hoarded together. He figured out right away that they were spying on him.

"You know them?" You asked, curious of his sudden change of facial expression. You were still linking your arm with his. Izana's face scrunched with irritation, aggravated by their rude interruption. You knew Izana was involved in gang activities but you had never found out that he was the leader of his own gang.

"What the fuck are you guys doing here?!" Izana yelled at his exeuctives. His roaring voice sent shivers down to their spine. He untangled his arm from your hold, dangerously walking toward the other elite delinquents of his gang. Shion was on the verge of tears, fearing for his life and safety.

"S-Shit, run! RUN! FUCKING RUN!!" Shion, being the most coward among all of them, made a run from Izana's wrath. Izana ignored the others as they were already frozen on their spots so he began chasing after Shion, catching up with his speed easily.

"Wait, you fucker! I'm gonna fucking kill you for interrupting my date!!"

The small chaos somehow turned into a big calamity as Shion, Kakucho, Ran, Rindou, Muto and Kanji now needed to face Izana's rage.

While you just stood there all confused but enjoyed the evening drama nonetheless.

࿐*ೃ thanks for reading this short scenario! likes, interaction and reblogs are deeply appreciated ♡

[cilil]

Author's Note: Another lovely request by @edensrose, and one our darling bird boy enjoyed just as much as I did~

Sorry again that the remaining prompts are taking a while; for those who don't know, I'm very sick at the moment. Thank you for your patience.♡

ೃ♡⁀➷ Spicy Bingo: BDSM + Eönwë x reader ৎ୭

You love this hidden side of him, this secret that he only shares with those he trusts; his desire to conquer, to possess, to dominate.

ৎ୭ Synopsis: Eönwë decides you need a bit of discipline before you get your reward

ৎ୭ Featuring: femaleMaia!reader, top/dom Eönwë, roleplay, the very innocent use of titles such as general and sir, consensual corporeal punishment (spanking), riding, BDSM

ৎ୭ Oneshot (~1.4k)

He is gorgeous like this, beautiful and intimidating. 

You look up at Eönwë, kneeling in front of him like he ordered you to, and admire how the evening sun bathes his form in a warm golden glow. He appears to enjoy what he sees as well–you, on your knees, submitting to him so willingly–and strokes your hair, a gesture meant to display affection and dominance at the same time. 

Your eyes flutter, and you let out a content sigh. You love this hidden side of him, this secret that he only shares with those he trusts; his desire to conquer, to possess, to dominate. Despite his calm demeanour, you can sense his excitement and lean forward to press your lips to the inside of his thigh, intending to tease him with open-mouthed kisses, but Eönwë gently pulls on your hair to stop you. 

"Not so fast, little bird," he admonishes. "You know it is my duty to discipline you before I reward you."

"Please, general..." you beg, batting your eyelashes. You already know what he has planned for you and that your little plea won't change his mind, but it's not your intention anyway. No, you know how much he loves hearing this title and want to entice him to start having fun with you, like a bird of prey toying with its food. The begging, the feigned innocence, the punishment, it's all part of the game you two like to play. 

There's a devious glint in Eönwë's blue eyes and you know he won't be able to resist any longer. 

"Rise," he commands. 

His hand cups your cheek as soon as you get to your feet. You see his eyelids flutter and lips part, tempted to kiss you right then and there, but he restrains himself; for now, while he's still assuming the role of a strict figure of authority. 

"Bend over my desk." 

"Yes, general."

You obey without hesitation, yielding to the firmness of his tone. Eönwë has gotten used to giving orders over the past ages, as you have noticed before, and it suits him well, being the greatest warrior among the Maiar–  

Your thoughts are interrupted when he seizes your wrists and ties them together with a strip of cloth. A small smile appears on your lips; even when he wants to discipline you, he still finds subtle ways to keep you comfortable. Unless the harsher sensation of ropes or chains on your skin is part of your punishment, that is.

Eönwë places one hand between your shoulder blades to adjust your position, forcing your head down and hips up for better access before pulling your skirt up and your panties down with swift, precise movements. You tremble slightly upon being exposed to his gaze, yet excitement and anticipation outweigh any nervousness you may have felt. Truth to be told, you can't wait to have his hands all over you, caressing you, claiming you, marking you. 

Your wish is granted when you feel his palms making contact with your skin, merely exploring your fána at first. Aeons of swordsmanship have enhanced the strength of his grip, and his touch is firm and demanding, not as gentle and tender as usual. 

"Ready?" Eönwë asks, though you can hear his voice vibrating with delight. He's barely able to hold back while he waits for your response. 

"I am all yours, general."

The first slaps you receive barely hurt, more playful than actual punishment, and you manage to stay quiet, only letting out tiny moans whenever his palm makes contact with your exposed backside. Eönwë proceeds to spank you harder then, and you can feel his eyes on you, greedily taking in every small twitch of your muscles, the soft pink blush of your skin left by his hand, the way you press your legs together in a feeble attempt to hide your arousal from him. 

You love being treated like this, being helpless as he makes you submit to him and deals with you as he sees fit. Pain and pleasure blend together while you endure your punishment, though you soon find yourself wiggling around on his desk despite your best efforts. 

"Oh no, little bird, I'm not done with you," Eönwë says and seizes the back of your neck with his free hand, keeping you pinned down while he continues to spank you. 

You moan and whine and beg for mercy, yet your fána betrays you; you're dripping with excitement at this point and you know he can feel it too. Your general is strict, and you know you will only be granted any sort of relief after he deems your punishment to be sufficient and your behaviour to be acceptable. 

Eönwë lets go of your neck and finishes with a particularly hard slap to leave a burning red handprint on your ass, admiring it while he gently rubs your skin to soothe it. 

"You did so well for me," he purrs and leans over you to kiss your cheek. "I am proud of you."

His words send a shiver of pure euphoria down your spine, and you press your fána against his to feel his hardness. Eönwë tenses up when you shamelessly grind on him, though a treacherous little moan escapes him before he can stop himself. 

"Take me, general, please," you beg. The burning need to be filled is becoming unbearable. 

To your surprise, you feel yourself being picked up by a pair of strong arms instead, your head resting against his shoulder as he carries you over to the bed instead. 

"As lovely as you look on my desk, you will have to work for your release," Eönwë says. 

He sits down with you on his lap and guides you to straddle his thighs before swiftly undoing his pants to free his cock.

"Ride me." 

"Y-yes sir." 

You bite your bottom lip as soon as the tip breaches you; Eönwë is big, even for a Maia, and it takes a few seconds for your fána to adjust, slowly welcoming him inside until you are seated on his lap, completely filled. A commanding slap on your thigh prompts you to move and you comply, whimpering softly while you start fucking yourself on your superior's cock. 

Eönwë keeps his hands on your hips at first, letting you set the pace, but eventually his patience runs out. His hand finds your throat and squeezes lightly, causing you to gasp for breath, and he slams into you from below. 

"So wet for me, so needy," he purrs as he bounces you on his lap. "And making a mess all over my cock. Perhaps I should punish you for that as well, hm?"

"Please, general–ah–I can't-"

"You are lucky that you are pretty like this, little bird." 

His arms wrap around you in a tight, possessive embrace, and he continues to fuck you hard and fast while listening to your desperate cries and moans with visible delight. Eönwë is merciless in the pursuit of his release, not granting you a second of respite until he finally cums inside you and fills you with his seed. 

You are barely coherent and breathing heavily at this point, exhausted in spite of your own divine strength, and feel him carefully lifting you off his lap and placing you on his bed. Eönwë seems pleased as he beholds your form, watching his release leaking out of you and covering your still-flushed thighs; he has marked and punished you thoroughly and he knows his scent will be on you for a while, letting everyone know who you belong to.

Your eyes close when you feel his hand dip between your thighs, and your legs reflexively fall open to grant better access as Eönwë starts gently massaging your swollen, sensitive clit with his thumb. 

"Good girl," he praises, "my beautiful little bird, taking me so well..." 

A tiny smile is all you can manage in response, then you give in and enjoy his gentle, loving touch. It doesn't take long for you to climax as well, spilling his seed and your own juices alike all over his hand. You briefly wonder if Eönwë will ask you to clean him, but find yourself wrapped in a warm blanket instead. 

"Rest now. You may stay here as long as you like." 

"Thank you, Eönwë."

He doesn't protest against the use of his name, knowing as well as you do that your little game is over–for now at least. 

If you enjoyed, please consider liking and reblogging!♡

This fic can be read as a sequel/companion piece to "secret training session", another Eönwë x reader fic I posted a while back, but they aren't necessarily connected, so it can also be read as a standalone.

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[causenessus]

HI NESS!! its like 3 pm rn so good afternoon 😋 i hope you're having/had(? idk when ur school day ends so like..) a good school dayyayay :)) HOPEFULLY YOUVE BEEN DRINKING WATER and ofc eating enough + taking ur meds 🙂‍↕️

when u mentioned some npc named cream cheese i started laughing like an idiot omg 💔 like picture me sitting in the living room next to my roommate bc we're watching a tv show and then i look down at my phone and start giggling out of nowhere.. cream cheese sounded like a real opp 😕🙏 i was the same but with mariokart bc rose gold peach was always hitting me w red shells fr LIKE I CRIED OVER THAT A LOT ACTUALLY (i was 7). and omg mario party!! i still play that whenever i have game nights bc i was able to buy a nintendo switch HAHAHAH and dude just dance hyperfixation goes crazy bc i got insanely good at rasputin solely because i thought i looked cool (i did not.) 😞

ALSO THE VOLLEYBALL GIRLS BEING MEAN IS SO REAL OMG.. lots of the vb girls at my middle school didn't like me for no reason it was crazy actually and that was partially why i didnt start until now LMAO theyre scary af sometimes akwkwnssj

IM GOING BACK TO SCHOOL TOMORROW and me and my friends were trying to figure out where to meet and its now coming to me that i have nothing planned whatsoever 😋 LIKE I DIDNT EVEN PLAN WHEN TO WAKE UP AND I ONLY REALIZED NOW PLS so today i have to lock in and plan an outfit hairstyle and lunch for tomorrow morning and uhhhhhh i wanted to write and post an akaashi oneshot before i went back to school bc i would probably lose the time to write frequently so... how do u balance out your time omg (DONT ACTUALLY ANSWER THIS ITS OK ITS RHETORICAL IM JUST YAPPING)

also i had no idea but like theres a district rule here that phones CANNOT be used at all in the school day unless u were explicitly allowed to.. like ive been getting intro emails from my teachers and their talking about A CELL PHONE VAULT⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️ guys i just want my phone so that i can listen to music while i work on assignments please i swear im an ok kid 💔 i may just keep it in my backpack and always wear my hair down because im desperate.. i think i may have an aneurysm if i have to go the entirety of a day without music so desperate times call for desperate measures i suppose 😕

ANYWAY IM NOT GONNA REREAD THAT AND ATTEMPT TO CORRECT ANY ATROCIOUS LOOKING RUN ON SENTENCES SO I HOPE YOU CAN UNDERSTAND ME,, HOPEFULLY YOURE DOING WELL AND ARE HAVING A GOOD DAY!!

HELLO SAV!!! GOOD EVENING <3 (it's 10 pm rn oopsies) THANK U!! AND I HOPE YOU HAD A GOOD DAY <3 today was okay besides the embarrassment of hearing my own playlist being played in public...yk what i'm referring to..BUT also aa yes i will take my meds thank you for the reminder!! since 10 is when i'm supposed to take them 😭 i'll take them next time i get up!! bc i'm kind of comfy rn </3

PLEASE i never actually played mario kart </33 like then the switch came out and my friend had it and i played at her house but then she'd always get mad bc i'd beat her LMAO so i've actually never owned mario kart!! like i ended up get a hand me down switch from my sister's bf's sister who didn't want it anymore but it dies like within an hour of being used so i never play it </33 and DW i didn't look cool dancing to promiscuous even if i got 5 stars on it LMAOAO

but YES idk i think middle school volleyball is definitely the worst bc that's when the toxicity started for my friend in volleyball and i think it makes sense just because of what our minds are like at the state (trying to find ur place and form groups and everything yk </3 not to be a psych nerd or anything but ykwim </3)

AND AA BEST OF LUCK TOMORROW AT SCHOOL!! I'LL PROBABLY MESSAGE U AT MIDNIGHT TO WISH U LUCK AGAIN <3 I HOPE YOU GOT YOUR OUTFIT AND EVERYTHING PLANNED OUT!! i've also been just taking it day by day 😭 like my schedule depends on the day yk so like i've just been setting alarms the night before everytime my schedule changes (IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN IT BUT I GET U SAV I GET U) and aa!! i know your question was rhetorical but definitely don't stress about too much please <3 take your time and just do what you can manage!!

AND THAT'S CRAZY?? A PHONE VAULT??? MAN YOUR SCHOOL IS HARDCORE I'M SO SORRY 😭😭 i definitely just keep my hair down and use earbuds most of the time bc i CANNOT go without music and like it's fine!!! i have great grades tbh so no one has anything on me 😌 i remember one time i had this math final and we had to put our phones in like a shoe hanger everyday (idk what it's called) but thank goodness wireless headphones exist!! so like my phone would still be connected to my earbuds <3 and my teacher made me lift up a beanie i was wearing to cover my ears LMAO AND I HAD AN EARBUD IN BUT SHE DIDN'T SEE IT BC THEY'RE BLACK like i am not rich enough to afford airpods and i don't want them anyway 😭 they look uncomfortable and ugly and they draw so much attention bc they're bright!! offbrand earbuds all the way <3

YOU ARE BETTER THAN I AM FOR PROOFREADING YOUR MESSAGE 😭😭 I'M GOING TO SEND THIS AS IT IS AND I'M SORRY FOR ANY RUN ON SENTENCES!! I HOPE YOU HAD A LOVELY DAY SAV <33

[limerental]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💕💗

I have a few of these sitting in my inbox because I have had such trouble deciding tbh but time to stop being indecisive!! i have posted 210 fics (!!!) on ao3 since i got it in 2017 and I like basically all of them because they are a thing I created and put into the world so it's very difficult to choose.

lilacs and dandelions

this was my first longfic, my first oneshot that got away from me, my first serially published I actually finished, and in general one of the first yennskier fics that really took off in the fandom, and it was really deeply fun and indulgent to write and had some great engagement at the time. so even if it's not my best crafted fic and there are things I would change or do differently or expand on, it's forever one of my faves.

2. how light carries on

this is the sequel to my weird 80s trucker mcd fic and is actually more special to me than the first part (though the first part's up there too). just the way it handled the life after loss messy parts of grief are deeply personal and important to me, and i'm still really pleased with the structure and tone of the fic.

3. in the city of golden towers

i poured a lottttt of silly goofy energy into this fic and its sequel and honestly I love them so dearly and fringilla & cahir's dynamic in them and those versions of these charactes will live forever in my brain. i think they can be enjoyed even if you didn't like s2 of twn because I tried to bring their characters at that point toward book canon (jossed by s3 of course). the sequel to this includes the hansa and the lodge and is a book canon fix-it and is really silly but serious and. idk like 5 people have actually read it wahh

4. then send down the storm

i can't say whyyyy my singular lambert/aiden fic sticks in my head so strongly but i'm still really pleased with this one and return to read it often. i'm not a huge lambert person and barely ship this (unless it's very good) but something about this fic (and of course some_star's original "prequel" which you should also read!) keeps sticking with me

5. caught now in two minds

to rec a non-witcher fic just because i posted the first chapter of this exactly a year ago(!!), this is the steddie fic that gripped me for several months last year and that actually turned into something really fun and deep and cool and unique within the fandom i think.

honestly this was really hard don't make me do this again

[koskela-knights]

Ao3 Ask Game

Thanks @autisticwriterblog for the tag :D

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

542 but that's going to change to 543 soon I hope ;)

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

1,498,254 words 😳😱

3. What fandoms do you write for?

At the moment I'm still obsessed with Alan Wake 2. Gonna hit 111 works for it soon 😏 Which is why I'll try to focus on those works and becos this is my Koskela blog after all :D

4. Top five fics by kudos

Lmao, it's all DBH xD Used to be very active in that fandomD but my Top 5 AW fics would be:

Jacket (Ilmo/Alan)

Minds Collide (Zaneling, my only Zaneling fic lol)

Curious Case(y) (Scratch/Casey)

Off trail (Ilmo/reader)

Bleeding Hearts (Ilmo/Alan)

Honestly, I'm mainly proud of the first and last piece here.

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to reply to every comment! Honestly, it's cool when a little convo ensues from that ;) I also save all comments in my jar (a word file) to reread whenever I'm suffering from imposter syndrome/feel down about my writing 😅

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Pheew... That's a tough question. I've written a whole bunch of angsty Hanahaki fics and general angsty shit in multiple fandoms.

Many early AW2 fics center on the aftermath of Jaakko's death ;_; Maybe Kaleidoscope is one of the angstiest endings but certainly not the only one

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

In the romance category that might gonna be the Slow Roasting Love ending. But the Koskelas at Pride was very happy too. Again, it's not easy to choose becos of how many different situations I've written about :P

For a Koskela or Huotari/Reader fic, I'd like to say the historical Ilmari x transmasc Reader where they're in an arranged marriage but Ilmari's a closeted gay man and reader is a closeted gay transmasc person so in the end it works out perfectly for them 🥺😏 It has a smut tag but smut only happens in the last chapter. It's a slowburn fic.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I think only once. I'm surprised and glad it hasn't happened much :P

9. Do you write smut?

Lol, my very first fic on there was smut. Once a smut writer, always a smut writer 😏

10. Craziest crossover?

I have a few post-apocalyptic series with a big mashup of seemingly unrelated fandoms together.

One being about Libraries where characters from Resident Evil meet PoTF characters, OCs and even Rose from Alan Wake so 😂

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Thankfully not.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Two of which one is published on ao3 too and the other on a Russian fan site :D Love when that happened 🙌🥰

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope. However, the Echoverse has come to life thanks to many discussions and conversations with @zephyrone01 and @copiasmic who have helped flesh out that world and given me prompt fuels for some of the fics

14. All time favourite ship?

Tough one, for the AW world it would be CultCase.

Be it in the echo-verse or extended from there in other AUs 😏 And its 'variations' in Ilmari x Kesä. I love their tragedy across several AUs. Same reason I also love Jaakoppi x Kesä

And the third OTP would now be Tim/Jaakko which, again, was born from the Echoverse

15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I once started writing a fic about the Koskelas and the Huotaris and the importance of stars and them trying to escape their tragic fate by astral projection.

16. What are your writing strengths?

🤔Maybe that I write multiple oneshots and make it a series. So you have this idea of a bigger world, without having to write one big overarching story or plot :P

Also, if i'm rly into a fandom and am hyperfixated, that creativity just flows abundant lol

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Fight scenes. And believe it or not, sometimes I feel the smut isn't always as spicy as I want it to be xD especially if it's more than 2 people, that shit is tough to write. U don't want anybody neglected unless it's something a character is into 😂

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I love it, but it's definitely a challenge! I usually resort to/limit myself to some translated words.

So far I've written stuff with Spanish, Finnish or Dutch in it.

19. First fandom you wrote in?

It all started with The Evil Within back in 2014. I think you could see an improvement in my English as the years go on in fic writing :P

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Sticking to AW works.... I like multiple works lmao 😂 All for different reasons. I'd say the two series: YY but Different and the CultCase series. (I can't choose 1 fic 😭)

Some of those stories contained, are standalone oneshots, but all combined give you a vast look into these worlds.

One being about bisexual Kesä and his complicated relation with closeted Ilmari. And the relationships between him and Ahti and between the Huotari brothers and Ahti (WIP)

And then you have CultCase which also explores many interesting dynamics between characters 🥺

And both series have a lot of angst, but also some tenderness and softness in them. And smut 😏 Something for everyone can be found there

I tag @copiasmic @entropicquilibriumofchaos @changethecircumstances @juhospemmifer & others who might wanna join but no one's obliged to do these ofc

[masterofengene]

COULD i also request an idol!K oneshot/longshot (perefered fem reader but also wtv you are comfortable w) inspired by you are in love by taylor swift and its like suuper fluffy and he is so sweet and kdramary and like theyre wondering around the city or smth(can you tell I just finished binge watching i-land and immediately need compensation for the pain it caused me 😭😭😭) omg maybe like a friends to lovers trope and he realises how much she means to him and its like a she fell first but he fell ten times harder like IM SO SORRY FOR RAMBLING I NEEDED TO GET THIS OUT OF MEJFDHSKDFGJ like im just imagining confessions in the rain after a miscommunication which left them both rlly sad and then she runs after him in the middle of a city street at midnight. honestly PLS TAKE complete creative freedom because as you can probably tell my thoughts rn r super messy and delulu ajshgfhkfhkgdjhsdfhgfdjkg i literally just have been thinking abt a long fic to get immersed in w K bc i have seen ltrly none😔 THANK U SMSMSMSMSMMS ASDKJFH.

Here i am!! So i finally got back to my writing and this one got those creative writing juices flowing and it gave me so many ideas so enjoy!!

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Coffee at Midnight.

K! X fem reader based off the song “ you are in love “ by Taylor Swift.

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You and K had been friends for what feels like forever. You guys had gone to the same school and were close in age so you two naturally grew closer. Before you even realized, you two were best friends. But as time went by you couldn’t help but look at K differently, Over the years he had filled out and his features grew more defined. Anyone who knew K would notice this, unless they were blind.

But you hadn’t even registered your own feelings changing, not until you were head over heels for him. You two shared a love of the performing arts so when he debuted, he managed to get you an audition and then he stepped back and let you handle it. He knew you’d land the rest yourself, he always had a blind faith in you. He trusted you more than you trusted yourself. It was a little bit after that, that you realized you’re own feelings towards K.

It was one look, and a dark room, a light hearted joke.

It had been a few months since you had begun your training, and to say that you were exhausted was a major understatement. It was well past 10 at night your monthly evaluations were right around the corner and you couldn’t quite nail the choreography that you would be tested on. Your body was tired and you were drained but you couldn’t just give up. Your eyes were aching so you had dimmed the lighting just enough to relieve the dull ache.

You were so into your practice that you hadn’t heard your phone going off, you didn’t hear the messages that k was sending to check on you. And lets just say when he got no response, he went to check on you himself. Because how dare his best friend not answer him.

What you did hear was the door to the practice room opening. You had thought for a second that it would be an instructor coming to kick you out of the room, luckily it was not. It was just K.

“You weren’t answering me…i was worried about you.” K said, being the one to always speak his mind. But he could read you like a book. So why bother hiding your exhaustion. Without saying anything, you let out a sigh and not-so-gracefully sat down on the ground. You laid back and simply said. “I have been at it for hours and i cannot get it right no matter how hard i try. Im not that much of a dancer.”

And then he gave you that look, the look that would make you feel so loved and cared for that it unlocked all of those hidden feelings.

“Please don’t be so hard on yourself. You’re doing so well. Even if you do not realize it. You know….i think i saw some janitors, trainees… even a few pigeons watching you dance through the windows. An amazing performance.” He said jokingly, although he truly meant that you did an excellent job. He had just wanted to see you smile instead of looking like you would cry any second.

And after that, your feelings for him kept growing but you were certain he would never see you as anything more than a friend. Still you always had hope that he /could/.

That was until you had gone to the mall one day and were window shopping by yourself, you had invited K along but he had said that he was at a practice. You didn’t think anything of it, they had a comeback coming up anyway. You really didn’t give it a second thought. Well…until you did.

You had walked into your favorite store, the place where you got all of your clothes from. It was locally owned and they only had this one location. Everything about it made you smile, from the dresses to the shoes, to their jewelry. You were happily browsing but that soft peaceful smile that you had faded in an instant.

Right in front of you was K and a girl you had never seen before standing in front of a bracelet rack. They were clearly close, leaning closer to each other as they talked.

In that second, it felt like your whole world had came crashing down. Why had he lied to you about practice? Why was he here with /her/? And why was she standing so close to him? A thousand questions raced through your head as K looked up and made eye contact with you. There was panic in his eyes in that second, and without a word you turned around and left. If only you knew the real reason that he was so panicked….

Unknown to you, the reason he was there in the first place was because he had wanted to buy you a bracelet and confess his own feelings that had grown. He wanted it to be romantic and special. A sweet confession. He had asked his cousin to come along and help him pick out something that you would like. He only wanted to surprise you and not hurt you.

He thought situations like this only happened in the dramas that he watched on the television. But K had seen that devastated look in your eyes and he felt the pain that washed over you in that second. You might have fallen for him first but he fell harder that’s for sure.

it was midnight when you decided to go to the convenience store and get some coffee, your head was still swirling with emotions, and the weather outside represented how you were feeling, windy and stormy. Then you felt your phone go off and found that K had texted you, saying that he was on his way to your apartment. All you said in return was that you were getting coffee, to come a different time.

As you rang up your coffee and a little sweet treat, you pulled your hoodie up to cover your hair before going back out in the rain. You wee still hurting but you couldn’t see K until you felt calmer. You didn’t want to lose him entirely.

The bell sounded from the door and before you knew it you heard your name bing called. You’d recognize that voice anywhere.

“she is my cousin.” That was all k said as he walked up to you. And you were still in shock because how had he known that you were at this convenience store.

“This is the only place open that has coffee near your place..” He seemed to hear your silent question, then you noticed that his hair was soaking wet from walking in the rain.

“still. I thought you had practice.” The hurt in your voice had said enough as you walked around him heading back inside. It was all a fresh feeling for you and you still had so many questions left unanswered.

“stop and listen please.” K said following you outside into the pouring rain. That’s when he let the truth slipped past his lips as he let like he was losing his best friend. He grabbed your hand and you felt a smooth, cool metal press against your hand. “I didn’t know that you felt this way about me until i saw that look in your eye today. (Y/n) i was planning to do this in a better setting but ill just tell you now. She was helping me buy you a bracelet, I couldn’t tell you because it was going to be a surprise. But i really like you, actually no. You’re my best friend and you mean the entire world to me, i love you. Im sorry you had to find out this way.” The look in his eyes was a desperate one.

You felt shocked, you had never once considered any of the things that just fell past his lips, and as if he saw your shock he let go of your hand and left the bracelet there. He rocked back on his heels to give you time to process his words as the rain fell around you two.

“i… you like me? Really? But how did you…. Did you know I’ve felt the same?”

“not until today…i saw that look you had. Like you wee heart broken…I can’t risk losing our burnt toast sundays…” His comment made you crack a smile as all the pieces slowly fit into place.

and the rest…. Well that’s history.

[nyxlaufeyson]

Zappy goes Zap

Main Masterlist - Marvel Oneshots - Loki Oneshots

POV: Third

Ship: Nothing mentoined. Includes Tony & Original Fem Character and Loki & Original Fem Character

Type: Fluff!

Wordcount: 809

TW: None

Synopsis: A scientist at Avenger's tower creates a new robot.

Day 8 of AU-gust*: "Robots & Androids" * Not entirely sure if this even counts as an 'AU' since she's an OC, but whatever it's an AU because I ignored cannon.

A/N: I love entering my OCs into different universes it's so fun! Hope you enjoy. :)

“Whatcha working on there, Buzz?” Tony asked, walking over to Buzzy, who was immersed in her work. Startled, she jumped up from her spot, grabbing a screwdriver and pointing it towards Tony in defense. “Woah there, Buzz, it’s just me.” 

Once she realized her visitor was Tony, and not some scoundrel, she relaxed a bit, dropping the screwdriver on her workbench. “Just a new bot. Named this one Zappy, because of all the sparks he’s thrown my way while working on ‘em.”

Buzzy patted her project on her desk, smiling proudly. In her smile, you could see that she had a gap on her top row of teeth, where she had accidentally knocked a tooth or two out while working. 

“What’s he for?” Tony asked, examining the robot in front of him. The bot was made from several different materials, giving it a unique look. While one might not see the bot as more than pieces of scrap, Buzzy liked the look. She thought it gave Zappy more style than most modern robots.

“He’s a patrol bot. My goal for him is to have him roam around somewhere, then scan his surroundings with this little thing,” She pointed to a camera on the bot, “And he will report any malicious acts back to us.”

Tony nodded, scratching his beard as he considered the idea. “So, similar to what I was doing with Ultron?” He asked, a bit concerned since the last time he attempted a public safety robot, it didn’t go so well. 

“Nope. While Zappy is intended to increase public safety, he won’t be equipped with anything to fight. He just will alert us, or local authorities depending on what’s going on. He couldn’t do anyone harm.” Buzzy assured, before tilting her head as she changed her mind. “Unless he happened to blow up. That would probably hurt.” 

Tony raised his eyebrows, but Buzzy shook off the hypothetical. “Of course, he will be going through many more tests before he goes out into the city. So, if he does blow up, it’ll only blow us up.”

Tony rolled his eyes, rubbing his forehead. “How reassuring.” Buzzy smirked, and pulled her safety goggles back down on her face. 

“Wanna see me run some tests?” She asked Tony, while someone else walked into the room. When Buzzy saw who it was, she narrowed her eyes. “Uh-uh horns, hair up in my lab. You know the rules.”

Buzzy grabbed a hair tie-for she always had several on hand-and tossed it to Loki, who rolled his eyes before reluctantly pulling his hair up into a ponytail with a huff. 

“What are you working on?” He asked, walking up to Buzzy and Tony. Buzzy just smiled, tapping her fingers against the workbench. 

“Wanna find out?” She asked, and before Loki could answer, she pointed over to the bucket where she kept her safety goggles. “Get a pair. You too, Tony.” 

After Loki and Tony had successfully secured their safety goggles, Buzzy began to make some last-minute adjustments to Zappy. “Tony, can you hand me the RJ45 over there?”

Tony grabbed the connector, handing it to Buzzy as she finished up before flipping a few switches on the bot and on a controller. “Ideally, we would have him operate on his own, but that will take a bit more programming,” She explained, “So for now I’m just going to use this controller.” 

Buzzy set Zappy on the ground, giving him a good-luck pat before she took a step back. “Here goes.” She whispered, starting to move the controls. 

At first, the robot did exactly as she wanted, moving in its intended direction with each pull of the controller’s joystick. “Loki, pretend to stab Tony.”

Loki smirked, while Tony looked terrified. “Wait, what?” He said, as Loki summoned a dagger and held it up to Tony. Buzzy stepped out of the way, allowing the robot to scan the pair behind her. 

The robot made a few noises, before sending an alert to Buzzy’s computer. “Yes!” She said, but before she could go to switch the robot off, a loud bang knocked her, Tony, and Loki to their feet. 

Buzzy slowly sat up, coughing as she waved her hand to attempt to clear the smoke around her. She heard Tony and Loki groan as they got up as well. 

Buzzy frowned as she looked at the pile of metals that had once been Zappy. Tony and Loki weren’t sure what to say, so they began to offer their condolences for the bot.

“It’s fine.” She said, waving her friends off as she grabbed a pair of gloves and picked up the pile of scraps, laying them back on her workbench. “He started from this, so he can be rebuilt.” Buzzy said, confidently. 

“Hopefully, this time, you’ll be able to prevent it from blowing us all up.” 

A/N: BTW There's always a chance for an OC I make a oneshot or something for to return in the future, so always be on the lookout!

Tag list (Tell me if you want to be added/removed and what you would like to be added/removed for!): @anukulee @mischief-dream @iceeericeee

[kaiannae]

Starling Bath Scene Part 3

(formerly Random Starlingverse snipper #5)

Warning! This may contain spoilers for Starling. May, as in, I am not sure if it will be canon. as of now, it is a oneshot divergent future XD

"Oh!" was all that came out of his mouth as he looked around, eyes impossibly wide. "Caleb!" for a moment everything was forgotten but the awe at what the human had achieved. "That's- That's-"

"A demiplane, ja," Caleb said with a smile, hooking an arm around Essek's waist and it was so good, so intoxicating that for a moment Essek couldn't breathe. "But only temporary. It lasts for 24 hours. It resets, unless I keep in mind changes to the design and detailing," he divulged with the excitement of one caster speaking of accomplishments with a partner, and oh, how Essek had missed that!

"That is- astounding," he breathed, his eyes drinking the detail Caleb's unique mind had invested into this creation of his, a world lovingly thought into being by this one man.

"I made it for my friends. Sleeping on the road has its perils, and after some of them were taken by slavers, I- I had to do something," Caleb explained and Essek was surprised by the sudden, fierce stab of jealousy that pierced him.  Caleb had built this for his friends. For the people he cared about. Not for Essek. He tried to stomp that ugly feeling down as he was pulled forth by the human.

"Come, I want to show you- but not now. I will give you the full tour later," he promised, and Essek comforted himself with the notion that Caleb at least wanted to share his work with him.

Caleb led him up the stairs to the central column of free air through which he could see up the tower, for this was what it was. From the little platform, he had a perfect view of the colorful glass windows spanning the ground floor. He stopped to look, realizing what they depicted.

The schools of magic glowed down at him, intricately depicted in live color, beautifully portrayed in a way that clearly showed the creator's love for arcana. But he had to do a double take when he realized that there was one more than he expected. Above him, Dunamancy glittered down at him along with all the other schools of magic, as if it had always belonged there, and Essek couldn't hold back his gasp. There WAS something of him in this tower. However little, however redundant, there was a little piece of this plane that he could fool himself to think Caleb had thought of him when he created it.

[thedawningofthehour]

Hi, for someone who its just a beginner in writing fanfic do mind to share your process?

Oh god, I feel really bad when people ask me for advice because half the time shit just pops into my brain I had no input in really cultivating it. So when people ask me how I write dialogue-like, man, I don't know. There's a guy talking and I'm just taking down whatever they say.

Honestly, my biggest piece of advice is just to write a lot, and write whatever. Do you have a cool idea for a oneshot and you're not sure if you can pull it off? Write it anyway. You're thinking of a random scene in the middle of what should be a longer story? Cool. Write that. You think this idea is cringy and you would never want anyone else to see it? Write it and let it sit in your Google Docs. Write stuff and never publish it. Write stuff and drop it when it's no longer fun.

Seriously, I have so many Google Docs that are never seeing the light of day. Stuff that I never bothered to finish. Stuff that wouldn't make sense to anyone outside my brain. Weird horny stuff. Hundreds of hours I spent writing this shit. That wasn't wasted time because-well, for one, I had fun writing it, but I was learning what I liked, what sounded good. And don't worry about never having anything to show for it because you will in the process go "oh man, this shit slaps" with something. I've mentioned before that doth wasn't going to be publish originally. Literally every fanfic I have on AO3 started off as "I'm bored, let's get that idea that I've been thinking about while trying to sleep out of my head." Unlike all the other blurbs I've written, I wanted to return to them, hone them into something better, keep writing more. You can't force passion. It just kind of happens, and sometimes it won't happen. That's okay.

Another thing is: write badly. Seriously, your first draft is just a draft. Unless you're a professional author and it's the night before it goes to print, you can always change it. If you're sitting there thinking 'this is gonna sound so bad'? Write it anyway. Chances are it's not actually that bad. Even if it's not great, you have something to edit-you'll never have anything to make better if you never write it in the first place. And if you do come back to it the next day and realize that it's irredeemably awful-you can just delete it. Rewrite it later if you think of something better. But do not just sit around waiting to spontaneously think of the perfect execution for every scene, because it will never happen and then you'll be left with a blank document.

Oh, something I see a lot of younger, newbie fanfic writers do? Writing and posting the same day. I mean, I do it too sometimes, but generally you don't want to do that, even if you're not in the habit of going through multiple drafts. Your brain does get tired. At the very least do the final read-through on a different day. One of my teachers in high school said it was best to let a piece of writing sit for two days without even looking at it before doing the final proofread, because that's how long it takes for your brain to 'forget' what you wrote. You want to read what's actually on the screen, not what you remember writing. He was right. This is good advice for papers too, for all of you still in school.

Also, if you're planning to write fanfic in English then mad fucking props to you, I have a hard enough time speaking it half the time and it's the only language I speak and I have a fucking degree in it.

Writing is a hard thing to give advice for because everyone, and I mean everyone goes about it differently and wildly different stuff works for them. Some writers can only write first thing in the morning-I'm better at night. Some writers need to have a habit of writing X amount every day, no excuses. I can go between writing nothing and writing 4k words the next day-and those 4k dump days are typically where I do my best work. Nothing fits everyone. It's really a process of fucking around and finding out what fits you best.

Oh, and if you're struggling with anxiety or imposter syndrome? If you're too nervous to start the process, or too nervous to post? One thing that helps me is asking myself, what's the worst possible thing that could happen? Are planes going to fall out of the sky? Are you gonna die? Almost certainly not. What is likely to happen? I go through this pretty much every time I post a chapter. I think, "oh man, they've liked everything so far but this is the chapter where they Find Out and make fun of me." (find out what? I don't fucking know. anxiety isn't logical) I just think about all the other chapters I posted that I thought weren't up to snuff, where I thought people would judge me for it-no, they all liked them anyway. In some cases people even said that it was their new favorite chapter. So seriously, just push yourself over that hurdle. You will be glad you did. The most likely outcome is that some people will enjoy it, and the absolutely worst thing that could happen is that someone is mean to you. And honestly, that says more about them than you.

[hanibalistic]

i have honestly been looking for ur blog for so long ur seriously one of the most talented writers i’ve ever seen… like im so serious rn you are AMAZING. and i know obviously i can’t convince someone how to feel about their own work (any artist can understand that) but i rlly want u to know that your writing back on jeonginks inspired me so much. even your small time stamps and drabbles really made me feel so happy and full of love!!! i think i was following that blog since like… levanter era which is insane to think about but after you disappeared i kept looking for your blog for so long and im so happy i found you because i love your writing so so so much you’re also a very sweet person and i look up to you a lot so thank you so so much for existing and writing, even if it’s not as much as before i think it’s good that you want to focus more on certain things rather than constantly putting out work. wow that was a long run on sentence, but seriously i am so happy to find you!

hello! thanks for leaving me a message. this is very sweet of you (♡˙︶˙♡) welcome back!

i am not entirely a hater of my own work, i won't say. some i definitely like more than others, but ultimately, i don't think i would have posted/kept something up if i truly didn't like it (except for the valentine trials). i do quite regret that i didn't save my time stamps. i feel i could have edited and reposted them (⇀‸↼‶) but it's alright. levanter... such a fun era, even though i forgot most of it. i was very young.

it's much easier for me the way i write fanfiction now. the worlds in my mind aren't that big but there are always a lot going on that sometimes a very long oneshot just isn't going to cut it ٩(๑`^´๑)۶ i really enjoy making world-building servers and just having world tags so i can just write whatever events of a specific universe and use the tag to contribute to the overall story. it's not ideal; not every reader wants to join random servers or keep up with that kind of inconsistency, but it's so much fun for me (╥﹏╥)

i am currently planning two oneshots, though. tumblr changing its post limits for paragraph breaks (?) gives me a chance to post in parts. i used to hate this (i kind of still do) but with the way i'm planning stories now, i think that might be a good thing. the felix work in progress has two story arcs. unless i post in parts, i'll never post it.