#jo march fluff

[anxiouswriter0]

i don't care | Laurie Laurence

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Inside one of the rooms of the march residence lay the feverish body of one of the sisters, to be specific, (y/n) March.

the girl might have contracted an illness due to the strain she had been under in recent days. for a moment, her sisters and mother were terrified that perhaps (y/n) had contracted scarlet fever, but luckily that wasn't the case. although she was taken care of by everyone, (y/n) didn't agree with being looked after. it's not that she was stubborn (or maybe she was), she just didn't want her sisters to stop attending to their activities to take care of her.

lying on the bed with both arms behind her head, resting on the pillow, and with a thick blanket covering her from the waist down.

trying to rest for the umpteenth time. but this time (y/n) managed to close her eyes completely.

but suddenly, soft knocks sounded behind the door. (y/n) reluctantly turned her head towards the door. as no one entered or even asked, she rolled her eyes, closed them again, but... the knocks sounded again.

—Jo, if it's you, don't worry, I'm fine, okay? —(y/n) spoke hoarsely.

no one responded.

—Jo? —(y/n) asked without even looking, as she didn't even have her eyes open due to the exhaustion she was feeling.

the sound of the door being opened, along with the echo of boots resonating on the wooden floorboards, filled the room. the small "creak" of the door closing gently was all that could be heard, as if the person entering the room wanted to make as little noise as possible, but the sound of their boots on the wood gave them away. (y/n), who still had her eyes closed, could hear every step, softly echoing in the room, approaching. Until at one moment, they stopped, and (y/n) felt the weight of someone sitting down beside her bed.

opening her eyes slightly and trying to visualize who it was, although at first everything seemed blurry, (y/n) gradually began to recognize the facial features of that person.

—Laurie? —she asked, astonished, as the person smiled gently.

—What are you doing here? —she asked, confused, but with a noticeable discreet smile.

—Jo told me you were in bed, so since everyone had their turn to visit you, I felt like now it was my turn to do so, —Laurie joked, eliciting a small smile from (y/n).

—But putting that aside, how are you feeling? —he asked, changing the subject.

—Do you really want to know? —(y/n) asked, as Laurie nodded in response.

—Terribly indebted to them, —(y/n) blurted out, making Laurie laugh. —You should have seen them coming in and out of the room. I couldn't sleep with the sound of their shoes echoing on the floor, the door opening and closing, and please don't make me remember the sound of their desperate voices. for a moment, I felt like I was dying, —(h/c) laughed, while feeling Laurie rub her hand over the arm that was extended behind (y/n)'s head..

—But amidst all the chaos you're telling me, I see that you're doing well, —he said, rested her hand on the other end of the bed, beside the girl's body.

—Tell my sisters, —said (y/n), placing her arm over her eyes.

at that moment, a small silence filled the room, but oddly enough, it wasn't uncomfortable as some might have expected.

however, that silence and atmosphere were interrupted when (y/n) felt fingers glide over her cheek, the thumb tracing her cheekbone delicately. this caught (y/n)'s attention, causing her to remove her arm from her eyes.

—What are you doing?— she asked

—I'm looking at you, —Laurie joked.

—How silly, —(y/n) murmured, although she regretted it a bit when she noticed Laurie's sudden serious expression, with his head pointing towards the ground. With some effort, she managed to sit up at least, placing her hand on Laurie's shoulder to get his attention. —I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...—

—Don't worry, —Laurie interrupted, —it's not that —he murmured softly at the end.

—Then what is it? —(y/n) asked, confused.

with that, Laurie let out a long sigh that (y/n) could hear. she watched as he turned his gaze towards her. suddenly, Laurie shifted on the bed and slowly extended his hands, taking (y/n)'s hands in his. this gesture made (y/n) nervous due to Laurie's sudden actions.

—(y/n)...— he began, but the realization dawned on (y/n) about what Laurie might say.

—Laurie, no... don't do it, —interrupted with a disappointed voice, pulling her hands away from his.

—What? Why? —Laurie murmured, trying to take (y/n)'s hands again, but she kept them out of his reach.

—Because I know you love Jo, —(y/n) affirmed, noticing Laurie's surprised expression. —I know, —she murmured at the end.

(y/n) turned her gaze away, avoiding Laurie's eyes, while all he did was take the girl's hand again.

—Please, (y/n), please listen —Laurie murmured as he gently caressed her hand. —You're right, I love Jo... but the love I feel for you is different, —he affirmed with determination. With his other hand, he gently held (y/n)'s chin, turning it so their gazes met.

laurie noticed how tiny tears streamed down (y/n)'s cheek. tenderly, he slid his thumb over her eyes, wiping away every trace of sadness he found.

—I mean it, —he murmured. —Why don't you believe me?—

(y/n) shook her head.

—I don't know, —she said between sobs.

—then let me show you. Let me show you that I'm serious, —he murmured, moving closer to she, their faces just inches apart.

laurie, being so close, could feel the warmth emanating from her. he could have joked that perhaps was embarrassed by the moment, but he chose to remain silent, not wanting to ruin the moment.

laurie tenderly held (y/n)'s face in his hands and began to kiss her gently. he started on her cheek, then moved up to her temple and placed another kiss, moving on to her forehead and then to the other cheek. as he did so, he noticed (y/n) starting to giggle. emboldened by the joy of the moment, laurie ventured to give her a sudden kiss on the tip of her nose, eliciting even more laughter and a warm feeling in his heart.

however, at one point, laurie stopped, fixing his gaze on a place he hadn't kissed yet.

(y/n) noticed and warned him.

—If you get sick, Laurie, I'm not going to take care of you —she said, staying just inches away from him.

laurie could only smile as he let his lips meet hers. In that moment, it didn't matter if he couldn't get up tomorrow. All that mattered to him in that moment was what they were sharing.

they both pulled away in search of air, although they kept their foreheads together. In that small space between them, the rapid beating of their hearts resonate like a shared echo of intense emotions.

—i don't care —murmured laurie.

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↳ Note: I made this little one-shot a long time ago and I never could finish it, I always had it as a draft. Also, I saw that the theme of the 'little women' had already gone out of style. So, I didn't want to upload it.now i want to cry ↳ p.s: I just noticed that this has a lot of (y/n) and a lot of Laurie. :D I'll try to improve and not to put so much (y/n).

[xoxothesubwayfugitive]

this sweet oneshot about the Weasley family after the War is actually one of my favorite things I've ever written and I feel like it gets so lost in all my Malfoy smut lol so here's a bite of it -

Rosy

Ginny made herself a cup of tea in the quiet kitchen, enjoying the peace and happiness that seemed to be flowing through the house. But the still didn't last too long; soon, through the window over the sink, she saw two small children crest the hill, followed by Charlie, who was holding two tiny broomsticks along with his own. Fred and Roxanne were holding hands as they tripped along; they were impossibly sweet children who were affectionate with everyone, and Ginny was looking forward to seeing them. But then, before they could reach the house, she heard the fire flare and George groan. "I was almost asleep, too. You've got to be more considerate, mate." "Sorry, but I heard something important was happening here." That was Harry's voice, and Ginny put her tea down to go meet him. "Just another Weasley kid. Nothing special," George said, and as Ginny entered the living room he rolled over, pressing his face against the back of the sofa. "Get him out of here, Gin. No one respects my space." "Come on then," she said, taking Harry's hand. "Let's leave Grandpa alone." She drew him back towards the kitchen, but he resisted, pulling against her and moving to the stairs. "Can't we go see the baby?" he asked, almost pleading. "No," she said, firm as she won out the battle and took him through the kitchen door. "Percy's up there and he's probably crying his eyes out, so we don't want to overwhelm them. Why don't you eat something? And you could change if you want, I'm sure there are plenty of spare robes about." He was still in his work clothes, having just finished a night of raids, and he was looking a little dusty and worse for the wear. "Food first, I suppose. And then I'm going to go upstairs and toss Percy out. They're my best friends." "Yes, I know," she said, soothing him in a false voice as she put together some food her mother had left warming in the oven. His grumpy demeanor lessened as he worked his way through a hearty plate of breakfast, and he asked after the rest of the family. "Mum and Dad are out buying up baby things, and Bill and Fleur just came for a bit yesterday, I gather. They probably didn't want to bring the whole gaggle and couldn't stay long. Charlie's playing with Fred and Roxanne in the garden. And Percy's brought the girls, as I said. He can't stay away apparently." Harry took all this in as he mopped up egg yolks with his toast. "And when are you going to tell all these Weasleys our news?" "Honestly, you always say that as if I'm not a Weasley. And as if you aren't practically one yourself." Harry smiled at that, still focusing on his plate. "I know. I just kind of like the sound of it. But you're evading the question." Ginny blushed and braced herself against the sink with her back to him. She heard his chair scrape back and then he was behind her, arms wrapped around her waist. That felt nice, and she smiled as he nuzzled against her neck. "It's kind of nice to have it for just us," she whispered. "It's special." "It is," he agreed. "Very special. But you won't be able to keep a secret much longer, love. And I think they'd like to know." "They'd love to know," she said. "That's the problem. We'll have to answer a thousand questions and then we'll never have peace again." "Oh, peace. It's overrated. I've never had much, and I'm not any worse for the wear." "You're right, I know you are. We can tell them all at dinner." "Only if you want to." "I do."

[writingmochi]

character introduction via instagram profile!

cast: heeseung ✗ fem.reader

synopsis: when you told your long-term rival and latest hook-up, heeseung, that you are pregnant with his child; you didn't expect said topic to be involved in your rivalry!

genre: romantic comedy, slice of life, coming-of-age, slow burn, drama, rivals since childhood to [redacted], college/university au, pregnancy au, future parents au, fluff, angst, mature content (explicit smut)

taglist? closed

release: part 1 out now

message from the moon: THIS IS NOT A SMAU cause i think using social media profile (and a little description) can describe a character so much. i think that this fic can prosper more as a written fic with the intricacies between hee and (y/n)'s complex relationship ;) also, this is 2/2 out of my bday gift to yall

(L/N)(Y/N) aka meg march: business management major at hybe uni. mitski fan. part-time daycare attendant and babysitter. heeseung’s rival.

KIM MINJEONG aka beth march: multimedia major at hybe uni. (y/n)’s roommate 1/3. aspiring filmmaker. girlfriend of sigma mu frat’s vp, jung sungchan.

SHIN RYUJIN aka jo march: design and visual communication major at hybe uni. (y/n)’s roommate 2/3 and high school best friend. graphic designer and model. a bisexual demiromantic queen.

LEE CHAERYEONG aka amy march: performing arts (dance) major at hybe uni. (y/n)’s roommate 3/3. a member of the core dance team in the want2dance crew. comes from a wealthy family of performers and artists.

LEE HEESEUNG aka raphael: communications (journalism) major at hybe uni. small forward/shooting guard and captain of the hybe uni's basketball club, decelis. aspiring sports journalist and photographer. (y/n)’s rival.

CHOI BEOMGYU aka michaelangelo: performing arts (music) major at hybe uni. heeseung’s roommate 1/3 and high school best friend. guitarist in an indie band, txt. the complete opposite of heeseung regarding (y/n) and her friends.

YANG JEONGIN aka donatello: philosophy major at hybe uni. heeseung's roommate 2/3. an up-and-coming twitch streamer in the content creator group, stray kids. another "rival" of heeseung, gaming rivals actually cause both of them are competitive af.

LIM JIMIN aka leonardo: anthropology major in hybe uni. heeseung's roommates 3/3. part of the want2dance crew alongside chaeryeong and also an assistant choreographer. has a background in ballet, contemporary, and hip-hop and that's why he has to take care of his upper body (and why he is a gym bro)

taglist: @raeyunshm @leilasmom @evidive @boba-beom @endzii23 @fluffyywoo @camipendragon @hiqhkey @wccycc @cha0thicpisces @y4wnjunz @yeehawnana @beansworldsstuff @kimipxl @blurryriki @amazzwon @reallysmolrenjun @stealanity

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[prongsx]

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Marvel and dc fan.enfp.bookstan.19y

"Women, they have minds, and they have souls, as well as just hearts. And they've got ambition, and they've got talent, as well as just beauty. I'm so sick of people saying that love is just all a woman is fit for".

Jo March, my soulmate.

My inbox is open for requests from Jason Todd, the only man my writing can contemplate. But feel free to contact me on my profile to talk about anything. 💘

masterlist

just write a lot about Jason Todd

We are not children anymore, darling (Jason todd, fluff)

- THREE TIMES YOU TRIED TO SAY YOU LOVED JASON AND ONCE HE TOLD YOU (fluff, Jason todd)

- who are your boyfriend? (Jason todd, fluff)

- Favors in exchange for kisses (Jason todd, fluff)

- jason Todd who.. (fluff)

- Lazy Sundays (Jason todd, fluff)

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[cannibalizedlove]

Since ur wanting requests what if i requested one where its laurie laurence x cowboy! Reader where laurie laurence doesn't quite like guys and has the whole attitude where he's like "two men together r gross" Bc its the 1800s but the reader has this like very attractive southern accent and flirts with laurie so much to the point laurie just melts and falls in love? Could either be smut or fluff! (I came up with this idea from a southern show I was watching lol)

This is probably the cutest request because I love cowboys and Laurie, so I hope you enjoy as much as I did! I made this one a longer one, just because I love the idea so much and wanted to create more <3

Voice like whiskey.

Information and warning — much longer fic than usual, slow burn, male reader, cowboy reader, internalized homophobia laurie, laurie being a little rude jerk, the march sisters are included, grinding, making out, alcohol, pure gayness.

You were the March sisters younger cousin, and had been popping in for holidays since you were a young child.

Even though you were never around except for birthdays and Christmas, you would always send your earnings home to the girls.

Marmee would always ask you to stay, how she had the extra room and how the girls would love to be with you — but you always had to decline, the dirt roads and cattle called for you. She always thought your work was admirable, so she never pushed.

Soon, Christmas had rolled around and it was time to go see your family. With your boots muddy, your hat containing your messy hair, and dirt on your face; you knocked on the door, greeted by the smile of sweet Amy.

“Oh my beloved, Y/N! You’re finally here for us!” The girl exclaimed, throwing her arms around you and hugging your chest.

“Amy! Oh how I’ve missed you, darlin’” You chuckled, ruffling her hair and embracing her tightly.

“Where’s the others, I have much stories to tell about the trails, damn horse ran off cause of a snake, funniest thing!” You shook your head, patting Amy on the back before looking around for the other sisters you desperately missed.

“Well, Meg is at the fabric store, sewing some dress for some stupid dance I wasn’t even invited to!!” Amy grumpily replied with her hands on her hips, rolling her eyes as she continued; “Beth’s upstairs reading her music, you know how she is.. Oh, and Jo’s out in backyard with Mr. Laurence.” Amy said his name in a singy-songy voice.

You looked at the young girl with confusion, shocked at the new name, had Jo fell for some man? Impossible you thought, she’d never settle down and throw away her freedom for some boy.

“Mr. Laurence? Who in the Lords name is that.” You asked, making your way to back door as you tracked mud throughout the house, something Marmee would scold you for later.

“Oh, hes a fine young gentleman, you’ll like him!” Amy giggled, sitting down in the living room as she watched the fires flames grow with amazement.

You made your way out back, watching as Jo— and who you assumed was Mr. Laurence — rough housed.

“So when are you plannin’ on greetin’ me, you rascal?” You called out to Jo, watching affectionately as she laughed and smiled playing with her friend.

“Y/N! My boy!” Jo announced, pushing Mr. Laurence off of her and into the cold grass.

She ran to you, wrapping you in her arms with a tight squeeze. “I’ve missed you dearly. I can’t wait to hear about the trail stories!”

The Laurence descent watched with a cocked eyebrow, dusting his fancy winter clothes off as he approached you.

“Hello. I’m Laurie.” The boy said flatly, he was a bit taller than you, pale, and overwhelmingly handsome.

“Why, I’m Y/N, nice to meet you. This your boyfriend Jo?” You teased, elbowing her shoulder with a grin, resulting in a slap on the chest and a groan from you.

Laurie didn’t know what he was feeling, your eyes had a fire he hadn’t seen before, your hat casted shadows on your face that perfectly carved it like a statue. Your voice was like whiskey, he thought, but Laurie was refusing the drink.

“Who’s this Jesse James rip off..” Laurie whispered to Jo, taking a dig at your stereotypical attire.

“Laurie, this is my cousin, he’ll be staying with us while the holidays are going on. Y/N, this is my neighbor, Mr. Laurie Laurence.” Jo explained in an announcing speech.

As the day wore on, you found yourself trying to talk to Laurie more and more, each time he’d blow you off. This caused a pang in your heart, but you knew your charm had never let you down.

During dinner you had taken a seat next to him, and spread your legs enough to make the two of yours knees touch. This connection made Laurie blush, but never once moved his knee; a good sign you believed.

You told the stories about the cattle running off, and how your horse got spooked by a rattle snake leaving you in the middle of the trail.

Some of them would earn an under the breath laugh from Laurie, but most would result in a scoff and eye roll.

This cat and mouse game only made you want him more.

The girls were in the living room, Marmee had went to bed early, and you two boys were in the kitchen. You poured yourself a glass of rum, and offered Laurie one in good manners.

“No thanks, Billy the Kid.” Laurie huffed, leaning up against the kitchen island, the opposite side of you. The whole night he had been taking jabs at your country twang, your dirty boots and roughed up clothes.

Each time you felt like dropping the whole thing more and more, hell it was the 1800’s, men weren’t allowed to be together. There wasn’t a point in the hopeless flirting, you knew it wouldn’t work, yet you craved for him to feel the same.

“Come on, lighten up, old boy.” You playfully hit his arm, leaning against the island, taking a sip of your alcohol.

“Stop flirting with me. I don’t swing that way.” Laurie spat, and you felt your heart drop.

You knew from the beginning, but hearing it out loud was a pain much worse than the idea of it.

Laurie watched as the color drained from your face, and felt an overwhelming sense of sadness.

Laurie was sure he was straight, he believed women were gorgeous and his grandfather always told him he was going to marry a woman.

Yet, all that was thrown out the window with you. You were so charming, and as much as he led on that he thought your outlaw attire was ridiculous, he thought your tight jeans with that belt were extremely tantalizing.

All you could reply with was a nod, you took your drink into the living room and joined the sisters in their activities.

It didn’t last long before you decided to wallow in your tears in the comfort of the Marches guest room.

You made your way up the stairs, entered the room and shut the door, quietly sobbing against it. You hated this, you wanted to be ‘normal’, you wanted to have a wife and live comfortably, but it just wasn’t in the cards for you.

You had stripped down to your boxers and dirt stained shirt, laying on the bed with your head in your hands, when a knock broke you out of your trance.

“Not in the mood, Amy.” You yelled out, just wanting to be left alone in your hour of rejection.

“It’s Laurie.” A beautiful voice from the other side of the door called.

‘Is he really here just to make you feel worse?’ You thought. How stuck up could one man be! You were expecting more insults to be spat out by him as you opened the door.

“What can I do for you.” You asked coldly, only to look up and see tears in the taller males eyes.

He let himself in, sitting on the edge of the bed with his hands awkwardly rubbing against his knees.

“I’m sorry for how I’ve acted. I’m.. embarrassed of the truth I guess.” Laurie said quietly, like he was ashamed to even speak privately about it.

“Embarrassed about what, Laur?” You sat next to him, his eyes tightly screwing shut as he smelt your attracting musk.

“You can tell me, if its about ear-“ You were completely cut off, Laurie grabbed your face, smashing your lips into yours and pulling you closer.

He greedily grabbed for all of you, he needed you like you were his oxygen source. He crawled ontop of you, sitting on your lap and licked your bottom lip, asking for entrance, when you graciously accepted his request, he dug in like a starving man.

Your tongues fought for dominance but ultimately, you won. Needy moans escaped from his pretty lips, and he grinded down on your growing bulge.

His entire body was heating up, his mind was melted, all he knew was your mouth and he was obsessed with it. Laurie didn’t know if it was the rum, or your taste, but he was completely drunk off of it.

When you pulled away slightly for a moment to catch your breath, Laurie backed away, his face a shade of bright red that you could see even though the dimly lit room.

“I thought you didn’t.. swing that way.” You asked in shallow breaths, touching your lips in a complete state of shock.

“I don’t know. I just know I want you. I’ve never felt this way before.” He said, hiding his face in his hands, afraid of ruining everything.

“That’s okay, Laurie-Darlin’. We’ll figure it out together.” You held his face in your calloused hand, keeping his eyes on you.

“Just come here, country boy.” He pressed his lips against yours once again, a softer more gentle approach than before.

Your voice was like whiskey, and he was finally accepting the drink.

[spaceagebachelormann]

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!!REQUEST REQUIREMENTS!!

-> state the character, romantic or platonic, the format of the request, and a plot

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-> headcanons

-> long fics

-> multi character

-> blurbs

-> poly relationships

-> x reader

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!!WHAT I WONT WRITE!!

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character list

keeper of the lost cities

sophie foster, dex dizznee, fitz vacker, keefe sencen, biana vacker, marella redek, maruca chebota, tam song, linh song, wylie endal, jensi babblos, stina heks, elwin hesledge

chronicles of narnia

peter pevensie, edmund pevensie, susan pevensie, lucy pevensie, caspian

riordanverse

percy jackson, annabeth chase, grover underwood, jason grace, piper mclean, leo valdez, hazel levesque, frank zhang, nico di angelo, will solace, reyna arellano, rachel dare, travis stoll, connor stoll, thalia grace, magnus chase, alex fierro, carter kane, sadie kane

harry potter

harry potter, ron weasley, hermione granger, neville longbottom, luna lovegood, ginny weasley, fred weasley, george weasley, sirius black, james potter, remus lupin, mary macdonald, marlene mckinnon, lily evans, dorcas meadows, regulus black, barty crouch jr, narcissa black, andromeda black, bellatrix lestrange

ride the cyclone

ocean o’connell rosenberg, noel gruber, mischa bachinski, ricky potts, jane doe/penny lamb, constance blackwood

shadow and bone

alina starkov, malyen oretsev, genya safin, zoya nazyalensky, david kostyk, tamaar & tolya, nikolai lantsov

six of crows

kaz brekker, inej ghafa, jesper fahey, nina zenik, wylan van eck, matthias helvar

the outsiders

ponyboy curtis, johnny cade, sodapop curtis, darry curtis, steve randall, twobit matthews, dallas winston, cherry valance

the hunger games

katniss everdeen, peeta mellark, finnick odair, johanna mason, cinna, effie trinket

it (2017)

bill denbrough, eddie kaspbrak, richie tozier, stan uris, beverly marsh, ben hanscom, mike hanlon

the school for good and evil

agatha, sophie, tedros, hort, hester, anadil, dot, nicola, rhian mistral, rafal mistral, clarissa dovey, leonora lesso

the land of stories

connor bailey, alex bailey, red riding hood, jack, goldilocks

scooby doo

shaggy rogers, fred jones, daphne blake, velma dinkley, thorn, dusk, luna

little women

jo march, amy march, beth march, meg march, laurie

dracula

dracula, lucy westenra, arthur holmwood, john seward, mina harker, abraham van helsing, renfield, quincey morris, jonathan harker, the brides

frankenstein

victor frankenstein, elizabeth lavenza, henry clerval, adam frankenstein, justine mortiz, ernest frankenstein, the bride

dr jekyll and mr hyde

henry jekyll, edward hyde, richard enfield, gabriel utterson, hastie lanyon, lucy harris

phantom of the opera

christine daaé, erik destler, raoul de chagney, meg giry, carlotta giudicelli

a good girls guide to murder

pippa fitz-amobi, ravi singh, naomi ward, cara ward, connor reynolds, jamie reynolds, nat da silva

the mighty ducks

charlie conway, adam banks, lester averman, guy germaine, connie moreau, fulton reed, dean portman, julie gaffney, ken wu, luis mendoza, dwayne robertson

monster high

frankie stein, draculaura, clawdeen wolf, cleo de nile, abbey bominable, ghoulia yelps, operetta, rochelle goyle, spectra vondergeist, elissabat, clawd wolf, deuce gorgon, heath burns, jackson jekyll, holt hyde, kieran valentine

the powerpuff girls

blossom utonium, bubbles utonium, buttercup utonium, brick jojo, boomer jojo, butch jojo

david bowie

david bowie, ziggy stardust, jareth, thomas jerome newton, celliers

sweeney todd

sweeney todd, anthony hope, mrs lovett, johanna todd

the rosewood chronicles

lottie pumpkin, ellie wolf, jamie volk, ollie moreno, raphael wilcox, anastacia alcroft leblanc, saskia san martin, lola tomkins, mickey tomkins, binah fae

hairspray

corny collins, link larkin, amber von tussle, tracey turnblad, penny pingleton, seaweed j. stubbs

attack on titan

eren yeager, mikasa ackerman, armin arlert, jean kirstein, sasha braus, connie springer, annie leonhardt, bertholdt hoover, reiner braun, hange zoe, levi ackerman, erwin smith, colt grice, niccolo, yelena, onyakopon, zeke yeager

daisy jones and the six

daisy jones, billy dunne, graham dunne, karen sirko, warren rhodes, pete loving/roundtree, eddie loving/roundtree, camila dunne, simone jackson

doctor who bbc

ninth doctor, tenth doctor, eleventh doctor, twelfth doctor, rose tyler, jack harkness, mickey smith, donna noble, martha jones, clara oswald, river song, amy pond, rory williams, simm! master, missy/gomez master

miss peregrines home for peculiar children

jacob portman, emma bloom, millard nulling, enoch o’connor, olive elephanta, alma peregrine

good omens

crowley, aziraphale, ineffable husbands (poly), beelzebub <3, gabriel, ineffable bureaucracy (poly), nina, maggie, nina and maggie (poly), anathema

miscellaneous characters

sarah williams, bernard the elf, rodrick heffley, varian, lisa frankenstein, the creature (lisa frankenstein)

UPCOMING FANDOMS : what we do in the shadows, star trek, american horror story, torchwood, x-men, yellowjackets

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False Confidence: Chapter 1

Pairing: Javy “Coyote” Machado x Reader

Part of the San Diego Dogfighters universe

Summary: The Athletic named Javy Machado the fifth sluttiest player in the NHL last year. He’s a known playboy who leaves every game with a different girl. As far as he’s concerned he’s living the dream, playing his dream job with the dream lifestyle. Unfortunately his friends and bosses don’t agree. At 33, they think it’s time for him to settle down. You’re a kindergarten teacher at an esteemed private school. You don't expect much when you finally accept your colleague’s invitation to attend her husband’s hockey game but when you accidentally get separated in the post-game rush, you find yourself in a compromising situation with the last person you’d ever expected to meet. When his PR rep suggests a mutually beneficial agreement, your hands are tied. How long will you have to keep up the act? And how long will you be able to?

Series CW: 18+ ONLY, swearing, angst, fluff, fake relationship, suggestive language, mentions of sexual harassment, anxiety, school system inaccuracies, hockey inaccuracies etc. There will be individual chapter warnings. No use of Y/N.

Word Count: 4k

A/N: This is a repost from my series, False Confidence. It was originally posted in March 2023, and was lost when my blog was deleted.

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Your brain short circuits. He’s kissing you. This complete stranger is kissing you. It’s been years since someone kissed you. You let out a squeak of surprise and he takes advantage of your open mouth to slide his tongue in. You’re dumbfounded now. You’ve definitely never been kissed like this. You’ve seen it before, of course, in movies, and on TV. You even walked in on Jeremy and one of the first-grade teachers in the copy room by accident once. But you never imagined that you’d ever get kissed like this. It’s all hunger and you feel like you’re being devoured, every rational thought fleeing your head as you’re overwhelmed by the new sensations. You’re not kissing him back, but frankly, that’s because you have no idea how. You barely know how to kiss normally but this? This is completely new territory. You’re stiff as a board as his hands go to your waist, squeezing and kneading the flesh there. You’re dizzy from all the new sensations and you think you might combust.

“JAVY MACHADO, GET AWAY FROM HER!” Josie’s voice breaks through the haze and the man pulls away. You watch a string of saliva connect your mouths before snapping like the tension between you. Your senses flood back and you stumble away from the man, Javy, shoving at his shoulders in the process, a mortified squeak escaping your lips. He doesn’t move an inch and you’re acutely aware of how much pure muscle he’s made of.

You hear the crack before you register that Josie’s crossed the short distance between you and slapped Javy across the face. Your eyes widen in horror at the brazen act of violence as you take in the fierce protectiveness in Josie’s eyes. To his credit, Javy looks surprised too, raising a hand to touch the warming skin of his cheek.

“Jo, what’s going on!” Reuben is jogging down the hallway behind her, shock on his face as he takes in the scene unfolding before him.

“This pig just assaulted Roadie!” She exclaims and you’re still frozen where you stand but you can feel the strange feeling of your kiss-swollen lips. Reuben turns to you and takes in your mortified expression before rounding on Javy.

“Javy, what the fuck man? What’s going on?” You’ve never seen Reuben genuinely angry. Usually, he’s pretty easygoing and you’re surprised by the thunderous expression on his face. Javy looks equally surprised as the older man glares down at him.

“I didn’t know who she was!” Javy protests, but Josie just levels a glare at him as she moves to place a protective arm around your trembling shoulders.

“What’s going on?” A hard voice interrupts Javy’s pleas and you all turn to see a blonde man striding down the hall. He’s classically handsome but right now his eyebrows are pinched together as he surveys the scene in front of him. He crosses his muscular arms across his chest as he levels a hard stare at Javy who meets it with one of his own. The two are locked in a silent battle until the click of high heels on the concrete floor sounds and a woman dressed in a suit rounds the corner, her lips pinched in a thin line. She walks up to the blonde and regards the two men locked in silent conversation before turning to Reuben, Josie, and you.

“Alright, someone needs to tell me what’s going on right now.”

Javy takes a deep breath but doesn’t break eye contact with the blonde as he answers, “I kissed her.” The woman’s eyebrows furrow as she scans the crowd and lights on you at last. You see her eyes widen slightly with surprise, moving to Josie’s arm around your shoulder before tearing her gaze back to Javy.

“You kissed her?”

“Kissed her, my ass. Your tongue was halfway down her throat when I found you.” Josie scoffs from beside you and you flinch instinctively in embarrassment as you’re reminded of the way Javy kissed you. The woman’s eyes snap to you at the movement and you watch her eyebrows furrow in concern.

“Consensually?” She asks, directed at you but you can’t find your voice. There are too many people here. You know Josie and Reuben but there are three complete strangers all fixing their attention on you and you feel your throat dry out. Swallowing doesn’t help and your heartbeat quickens at the realization that they're waiting for you. Your whole body is still in fight-or-flight and your brain is screaming at you to just answer while the rest of you refuses to comply. Josie catches onto the change in your breathing as you start to hyperventilate shallowly. The hand on your shoulder squeezes gently, trying to ground you but you’re losing control quickly. You faintly hear Reuben call your name but the sound is far away as you retreat into yourself. You’re shutting down even as you’re trying to fight it, to keep yourself together until you have some privacy. There are voices speaking but you’re not paying attention, trying your best to focus on the sound of your breathing as you struggle to get it under control. You’re losing the battle with your mind when there’s a comforting hand on your arm, gently leading you away and while you don’t catch the accompanying words, you follow willingly, happy to escape the nightmare.

***

The next morning you’re feeling better. You’ve pushed the memory of last night into a dark corner of your mind, eager to get back to your regular life. You never have to see him again. You have an out from future hockey games and events involving the players. For now, you’re just trying to move forward, putting last night’s events in your past, out of sight and out of mind. You’re only thinking of the future when you arrive at work this morning. You decide to duck into the teacher’s lounge in search of coffee before your students start arriving and while you had planned for your detour to be quick and unnoticeable like they usually are, your entrance is heralded by a wolf whistle from Jeremy who’s leaning against the counter by the coffee maker. You freeze on the spot, just barely through the doorway, pinned by a pair of hazel eyes that dance with dangerous amusement.

“Damn, Roadie, I honestly didn’t think you had it in you.” His thin lips curl into a smirk that sends shivers running down your spine as confusion clouds your face. “After Dan’s little announcement yesterday, I’ll admit, I was worried about you, but you managed to surprise even me.” Your brow furrows in confusion and he examines your expression, cocking his head to the side. H you’re not sure what he finds in your expression but his smirk widens and then he turns to his phone, swiping at the screen a few times before he spins it around so you can see its contents and your stomach drops to the floor.

You can’t breathe. You’re pretty sure your heart has stopped breathing as you take in the image on his screen. You’re looking at yourself and dread fills your veins like ice as you take in the image of you and Javy from last night. In your panic, you hadn’t realized the wall of floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the San Diego night and you’d definitely not spotted the sneaky photographer that had managed to capture the intimate moment between you and Javy. His hands are squeezing your hips in the photo and you feel the ghost of their pressure on them now as the memory you’d struggled to bury in the back of your mind shoots back to the front. From the angle, it’s not possible to tell that you’re ramrod straight and not kissing him back. It’s the perfect picture of a clandestine tryst and you feel your stomach lurch, threatening to empty its meager contents onto the floor of the teacher’s lounge.

Jeremy’s smirk widens at the blatant look of horror on your face. You’re speechless but saved from responding when a firm hand snatches up Jeremy’s phone. “Where’d you get this, Jeremy?” Josie’s voice is surprisingly calm as she examines the trans wreck on his screen while you struggle to find a way to make the world stop crumbling around you. Josie’s voice sounds like it’s underwater as she tears into Jeremy, demanding the details but you’re drowning in the loudness of your mind. It’s all white noise that’s getting louder and louder.

You don’t register when Josie grabs your arm, steering you out of the teacher’s lounge, only coming back to the present when her hands are on your cheeks. You blink as her brown eyes bore into yours. “I said, are you okay, Roadie?” You start to nod until she gives you a disbelieving look and then switch to shaking your head. She nods, keeping her hands on your face, grounding you. “Can you teach? Because you’re going to have twenty-four kids that need you to be present in about fifteen minutes.” You swallow, then. The reminder of your kids grounding you better than anything else.

“Yes.” You say firmly and she nods, releasing your face. Determination fills your body and chases away the blind panic and anxiety. No matter what’s going on in your personal life, for the next seven hours your kids need you so you’ll be there. It’s one thing you refuse to give ground on. As a teacher, you’re responsible for your twenty-four students and you’re fiercely protective of them. School is a place that should be safe and nurturing for them, and they deserve to have as much stability as possible here. That means that you bring the best version of yourself every day, rain or shine. You glance back at the teacher’s lounge mournfully. “So much for grabbing coffee,” you mutter and Josie squeezes your shoulder gently.

“You go get set up, I’ll get you the coffee.” You give her a tired smile as she shoos you back towards your classroom.

“Thank you, Josie.” You call back to her as she heads back towards the lion’s den that is the teachers’ lounge. No doubt, Jeremy’s not the only one to have seen the photo and even if he was, he’s definitely busy showing it to anyone with eyes.

“That’s what friends are for, Roadie.” She reminds you with a kind smile.

***

“What the FUCK did you think you were doing?” Javy winces at the harsh tone of Zam, his PR rep who looks ready to dive over the desk separating them to strangle him. It’s been a long morning. Ever since the paparazzi photos from last night came out, Zam has been doing everything within her power to play damage control. Of course, he feels guilty. She’s one of his best friends. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t think she’s overreacting. It’s not the first time a photo of him and a woman has gotten out. They're a dime a dozen at this point. If it’s not the paparazzi leaking them, it’s the girls themselves, proud of their one-night-stand with an NHL player. It’s not like he tries to hide from the cameras, he doesn’t really mind them. Why else would his meet-up spot with puck bunnies be a hallway with floor-to-ceiling windows?

“I told you already, I didn’t know who she was! I thought she was a puck bunny! Look, I said I was sorry, why are you making such a big deal about this?!” Zam lets out an astounded laugh at that and he gets an unexpected smack to the back of the head. Yelping in surprise, he turns to glare at his best friend, and captain of the Dogfighters, Jake Seresin where he’s leaning against the wall behind Javy. Jake’s face is stormy as he glares at Javy. “What the fuck, man!” Javy snaps and Jake’s hands clench into fists.

“What the fuck? What the fuck is that you’re not taking this even remotely seriously.” He snaps, anger lacing his words.

“Why should I! It’s just some pictures! That happens almost every night, why is it suddenly intervention-worthy? I didn’t even sleep with her, it’s just a kiss.” Zam scoffs behind him and he turns to face her again and her face is a mask of quiet rage.

“I’d love to see how that holds up in court if she sues for sexual assault.” Javy’s blood runs cold.

“What? She wouldn’t.” Suddenly not even he believes the shaky words.

“You kissed her, initiated physical contact, and groped her non-consensually. Not to mention there’s photographic evidence.” Zam’s voice is cold and bitter as she glares at him. “And if you say ‘it’s just a kiss’ one more fucking time I’m going to bring Bugs in here so you can say it to her face.”

Javy feels like he’s had a bucket of ice water dumped on him as shame spreads through his body. He looks down at his hands, unable to meet Zam’s eyes. Bugs, the team physician and Jake’s girlfriend, had been forcibly kissed by one of her superiors at her previous job and the ramifications of that assault had almost ruined her career. He loves Bugs, she’s his friend, his best friend’s girl, and one hell of a doctor. The reminder of the pain she’s been through is like a knife to his heart and the fact that he’d just hurt another girl the way she’d been hurt is a harsh wake-up call.

“I-I didn’t mean to hurt her.” He murmurs, knowing the words don’t even begin to right the wrong he’s caused but he can’t stay silent.

“Well, you can explain that to her when she gets here,” Zam says and he can hear the exhaustion in her voice as his head shoots back up. You’re coming here? Zam must see the question in his eyes since she offers up the answer without him having to ask. “I asked her to come here so we can try to settle this without getting lawyers involved and blowing this up any bigger than it already is. She pauses before adding, “Josie called this morning and said she’s not doing great.” Zam grimaces in solidarity with the girl that Javy realizes he doesn’t even know the name of. Guilt twists the knife even tighter in his chest.

“They’re just in here,” a familiar voice says on the other side of the door to Zam’s office, and after knocking, Nat walks in followed by you and Josie Fitch. Natasha is one of the equipment managers for the Dogfighters and she and Javy have been friends since high school. They played for the boys and girls hockey teams respectively but became close when they took junior English together. She’s one of his oldest friends and the tired look she gives him makes him want to sink through his chair and the floor. Josie directs you to sit in the chair next to Javy and he shifts to give you space, wanting you to feel comfortable. One glance at your posture, however, tells him that’s not happening anytime soon. Your shoulders are tense and your hands are trembling as you clasp them in your lap. In that moment, staring at you as just a girl, not a puck bunny, he sees how terrified you are, and protectiveness battles with guilt in his heart. He’s sickly reminded of his youngest sister as he watches you pick at the bright blue fabric of your dress where it falls over your knees.

***

You’re nervous. It’s to be expected. You didn’t expect to come back to Hard Deck arena ever again, and definitely not so soon. Even then, you never expected to see Javy Machado again, at least not without glass separating you from the hockey rink. He’s dressed in simple athletic wear and doesn’t seem so scary without all the extra hockey padding. He has his hands casually resting on the desk of the woman you recognize from last night. She has a worried look on her face as she offers you a gentle smile.

“Hi there,” she addresses you by your name, introducing herself as Zam, the Dogfighters’s PR rep, before clasping her hands on the table and you catch sight of her perfectly manicured nails. “I want to apologize profusely for last night and all the ensuing chaos. I called you here today so that we can make sure we’re on the same page. I also wanted to see if we could settle any potential legal concerns amidst ourselves before getting any lawyers involved.” Your eyes widen in surprise.

“Legal concerns?” Your stomach is a mess of nerves at the idea of getting sued.

“You’re well within your rights to sue for sexual assault, Roadie,” Josie speaks up and you turn to look at her, surprise on your face. Her expression is hard and you look back to Zam. She looks tired but you see the understanding and solidarity in her eyes even as she tries to do her job, even if it goes against her personal feelings onthe matter.

“What? No, I wouldn’t even consider that!” You burst out, still taken by surprise at the mere suggestion. Zam’s eyes widen in surprise as she takes in your words.

“Why not?” Josie pipes up and you shake your head.

“Plenty of reasons, starting with the fact that I can’t afford a lawyer.” You wince at the idea of how much legal representation would begin to cost compared to your meager teaching salary.

“Bullshit, we’ll pay for the lawyer if that’s what you want,” Josie says, protectiveness flaring up in her eyes.

“It’s not.” You say, voice still trembling slightly even as you force the hard edge into it. You turn back to face Zam. “I’m not suing, so you don’t have to worry about that.” You feel eyes burning into the side of your head and you turn to see Javy watching you with equal parts curiosity and apprehension.

“Hi,” he offers when he realizes he has your attention. “I’m Javy,” he extends a hand for you to shake before thinking twice about it and pulls it back. “I just wanted to say how sorry I am about what happened last night.” You think you see actual guilt flit through his eyes and you can tell he’s having trouble not averting his gaze. “I thought you were someone else and while that doesn’t make up for it, I really am sorry. It won’t happen again.”

“It better not,” the brunette woman who led you to Zam’s office, Nat you think her name was, speaks up from where she’s leaning against the wall next to the blonde man. She glares at Javy and you almost feel bad for him as he grimaces.

“So, Roadie?” The blonde man from last night leaving against the wall says, eyebrow quirking curiously. You turn to him, surprised that he’s addressing you. “What’s that about?” Your face heats at the change in topic but you clear your throat to answer him.

“It’s a nickname from work,” you explain. “It’s short for Roadrunner like the Looney Tunes character because apparently I dash around a lot.”

“You do,” Josie says and you suppress the urge to roll your eyes.

“Well Roadie, I wish we’d met under better circumstances and I’m sorry about all this but it’s good to meet you, I’m Jake, Captain of the Dogfighters.” He holds out a hand that you take and shake, tentatively. His genial smile puts you at ease and you relax a little in your chair.

“Well, with that out of the way, let’s talk about how we’re going to move forward,” Zam says, taking back command of the room. “I’ve taken steps to protect your identity as much as possible, Roadie. If you still feel unsafe we can talk about a security detail or something more casual like having someone watch you from afar. I’ve also spoken to the principal of Acacia Academy about keeping things under wraps in case the press do find out where you work.” You nod cautiously, trying to process the influx of information. “Unfortunately I can’t make the photos go away but the paparazzi are fickle, they’ll move onto the next story as soon as they realize we’re not giving them anything.”

“But what if we did?” Josie speaks up then and all the attention turns to her. She’s got her thinking face on and you feel premature dread in your stomach as a thoughtful smile crosses her face.

“What do you mean?” Zam looks confused and it’s clear she’s as in the dark as everyone else.

“Well, you said it yourself, they’ll lose interest if we don’t give them anything. So why don’t we give them something? We have a golden opportunity that could be mutually beneficial.” Josie says, tilting her head in Javy’s direction. “Reuben tells me you’ve been trying to get this guy to settle down for months now. And Roadie,” she turns to you and you give her a confused look. “You need a solution to Dan’s new rule.” Your eyes widen in shock and horror as it dawns on you exactly what Josie’s suggesting.

“Wait, what rule?” Zam speaks up, her brow furrowed in confusion even as you can see the gears in her brain turning. “Who’s Dan?”

“Dan Jackson, the principal of Acacia. He’s trying to crack down on inter-departmental hookups so he said he’ll be looking at relationship status as one of the criteria for contract renewals for next year.”

“He can’t do that, that’s illegal,” Javy speaks up and you turn to him even as you grimace.

“It’s a private school and it’s not an official rule, just a ‘friendly suggestion,’” you sigh, defeatedly.

“You said you’re worried about the rule, Roadie? Now you have a golden opportunity to circumvent it.”

“What exactly are you suggesting?” Zam asks but even you can tell she understands exactly what Josie’s leading to.

“Break the story that Roadie and Javy are dating,” Josie says with a shrug like she’s just talking about the weather. “The playboy of the Dogfighters gets to settle down. The hermit crab gets a boyfriend.” You glare at her even as she winks at you. “Both parties benefit and it’s easier than the alternative.”

“This is ridiculous,” Javy scoffs with a laugh of incredulity. “Right, Zam?” He turns to her but she’s lost in thought.

“It could work.” She says finally and his jaw drops.

“You’re not serious.” He demands, eyes widening. She glares at him before turning to look at you, tentatively.

“Roadie is that something you would want?” You’re still in shock that this is up for debate at all.

“What about Javy? Doesn’t he get a say?” You stammer, trying to buy yourself some time. Zam rolls her eyes before giving Javy a firm look.

“He’s lucky he’s not getting sued right now, I think that’s enough of a say, don’t you?” You swallow, hard, looking to Javy who looks gobsmacked.

“Zam you can’t be serious,” he says, finally finding his voice again. He turns to Jake. “Tell her she’s crazy.”

Jake shrugs. “I think as long as Roadie is comfortable with it and it’s something she wants, it’s a pretty good plan. Zam’s been hounding you to clean up your act for months and you keep ignoring her. And I think you’ll keep ignoring her unless we do something and this is as good a something as anything. Plus,” he adds with a playful smirk, “waiting for a girl to fall out of the sky who’d actually be willing to date you could take years.” Josie and Nat both snort at that. You swallow hard at that. “Who knows, maybe a fake girlfriend will teach you how to have a real one.” A fake girlfriend. You feel your chest squeeze at that. A bitter voice in the back of your mind wonders how you’ve managed to find yourself in this situation yet again. At least this time you’re in on the joke. You shake off the pain that squeezes your heart and realize all eyes are on you.

“What? Sorry,” you stammer as you look from expectant face to expectant face.

Zam grins at you conspiratorially, you can see the curious excitement in her eyes. “What do you think, Roadie? Are you in?”

[edsforehead]

March fic rec list

Fic rec list for Eddie Munson, JQ’s other roles, and potentially some other ST/misc characters.

🔥smut 🗡angst ☁️fluff 🕷️dark Series (I can’t begin to explain how amazing every single one of these is) Begin again (beautiful slow burn, strangers to lovers) by @abibliophobiaa Vintage Reeboks (strangers to lovers, Eddie time travels to 2022) by @storiesbyrhi Honey, I’m home (enemies to lovers, gross!roommate!fboy!eddie) by @trashmouth-richie Linger (Part 1) (eddie x older!neighbor!reader) by @eagerbby Let’s go, don’t wait (Part 1) (first date w modern!Eddie) by @carolmunson I will wait(enemies to lovers, soulmate au) by @abibliophobiaa @blue-mossbird @breddiemunson @myosotisa @fracturedarkness Freaky Friday (reader X Steve, reader X Eddie, Eddie and Steve body swap) by @jo-harrington Lonestar (pornstar!Eddie) (Part 3) by @mysticmunson Red light nights(Eddie x sex worker!reader)(Part 1) by @mantorokk-writes The customers always right(virgin!Eddie) by @lovebugism The soulmates (soulmates au) by @neonghostlights One shots Slip of the lip (friends to lovers) ☁️ by @boomhauer Eddie x asian!reader ☁️ by @dearest-readers Exes to lover, rockstar!eddie ☁️ by @abibliophobiaa Cute girls don’t play DnD ☁️ by @galaxy-siren Reader breaks up with Eddie so he can graduate 🗡☁️ by @corroded-hellfire I’m starvin, sweetheart 🔥(kinda) by @myosotisa Little glass doves (alpha!eddie munson x omega!reader) 🔥 by @mysticmunson Virgin!reader, breeding kink 🔥 by @hlkwrites Older!fuckboy!Eddie x reader ☁️ by @newlips Perv!Eddie thots 🔥 by @gaybybirth Bestfriend!Eddie ☁️🔥(kinda) by @brimbrimbrimbrim Long time coming (virgin!Eddie x rockstar!reader) 🔥 by @eddiemunsonsmum Twisted 🔥 by @sweetsweetjellybean Blurbs Late nights with eddie ☁️ by @myosotisa Playing with eddies curls ☁️ by @eddiemunsonfuxks Giving Eddie flowers ☁️ by @wanturvideo Amnesia 🗡☁️ by @quinnsmunson Kas!Eddie 🔥🕷️ by @chainsawmunson Sub!Eddie thots 🔥 by @mantorokk-writes Bully!Stepbro!Eddie 🔥 by @love-toxin Bully!eddie(piss kink) 🔥 by @love-toxin

[ma1dita]

jo's birthday event!

helloooo! i turned 23 on march 13th, so in hopes of ignoring my waning existence and time on this earth, i’ll be hosting an event open until march 23 so i can celebrate with all my online friends woot woot

the collection (ongoing)

this event is pertinent to the following characters (that i’m in the mood for atm, unless you can convince me otherwise):

luke castellan, the marauders, regulus black, weasley twins, spencer reid, steve harrington, zuko, jet, sokka, farleigh start (bro im scared to write him but i want him bad)

for luke requests, i'll take anything for the trouble!verse too!

drop the following emojis into my inbox:

🐥 drop an ask for a short blurb/headcannon! send me a prompt and i’ll get to work as soon as i can (check requests for guidelines -> will write fluff, smut, angst, crack)

🍯 describe your favorite character, yourself/your oc, and an aesthetic/color & i’ll make you a moodboard (can cater to one of your fics if you send me the link)

⚡️ tell me a scenario/link a fic about you & your favorite character & i’ll tell you what song it reminds me of <3

🥂 send me an ask about anything you want! come chat, be my friend—tell me unpopular opinions, tell me how you perceive me, fmk, movie recs, even about your day, i’m here for ya!!

hope you enjoy or else i'll look real stupid if so 🫨 i'll do my best to get them out as fast as i can xoxo, jo

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[littlexscarletxwitch]

── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝗶𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗵

paring: amy march x fem!reader

tag(s): fluff, headcanons, friends to lovers, secret relationship (?), period piece

warning(s): grammatical errors, not proofread, unedited

word count: 1.9k

note: Amy has been in my mind the last couple of days so i decided to finally write this idea and I got carried away. I hope it doesn't flop but I feel like it's going to flop :( I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Hope you enjoy! <;3 (Also "jealousy" part 2 is currently in the works since a lovely person asked for it)

requests are open! + check my rules here <3

Your older brother was best friends with Laurie. Meaning you were always around him. Laurie was like a second brother to you. 

It was always the three of you, until Laurie met Jo. Then it was just you. 

Both Laurie and your brother were very fond of her, so the three of them became an inseparable trio. 

You didn’t mind, of course, because they were always there if you needed them. But the best part of meeting Jo was meeting Amy March. 

Your brother, Laurie, Mr. Brooke and you were all present when she came to the Laurence residence with a wounded hand. 

“Sit down,” Mr. Brooke said. “Sit down, Laurie,” you could sense the annoyance in his tone. He was clearly tired. “Latin is a privilege,” he continued. 

You honestly weren’t pay to much attention to them, your book was more interesting than listening to Laurie being lectured about the importance of latin. 

“Please, you have to learn this. I can’t afford to lose this position. Just return to the Cicero–”

“There’s a girl out there,” Laurie cut him off, catching everyone's attention. 

“What?” your brother asked in disbelief, standing up next to him. 

“No, there’s not,” Mr. Brooke tried to catch their attention.

“Yes, Mr. Brooke, there’s a girl,” he insisted. 

“No, there’s not.”

Laurie and your brother moved so you and Mr. Brooke could see that there was in fact a girl out there. You could see she was pacing back and forth, tears running down her face, and she was holding her hand. 

“Oh, there’s is a girl,” Mr. Brooke said. 

“That’s a girl,” your brother confirmed. 

The four of you opened up a window and stuck your heads out. Laurie called out to her. 

“Hello there. Are you hurt?”

“I’m Amy.”

“Hello, Amy. I’m Laurie.”

“I know. You brought my sister back after the dance,” so that was Jo’s little sister. “I would’ve never sprained my ankle. I have lovely small feet, the best in the family. But I can never go home again because I’m in such trouble,” she cried out. 

Your heart shrunk at her words, she was having a really hard time.

“Look,” she held her hand up. You could see she had a cut there, it didn’t look too deep though. “Mr. Davis hit me.”

She was then brought into the house and Mr. Brooke put on a bandage on her wound. Amy was looking around the place, the four of you looking at her every movement. 

She gasped, “Tell the servants I want this painting purchased immediately!” she said in a funny tone, which made you chuckle. A small smile appeared on her lips because of your reaction. 

“Amy! Are you in there?” 

“Meg! My hand. Look.”

Jo was trailing behind Meg. Laurie's eye’s immediately found her.

“What richness,” you heard Jo say. 

Meg, the eldest, immediately made her way towards her little sister. 

“It hurts so much,” Amy complained. 

You heard Jo talking to Laurie, your brother soon standing next to his friends. But your eyes were still on Amy. 

“What did you do?” Jo asked Amy, you could tell she was annoyed by her little sister. 

“Nothing. I did a drawing, and then Mr. Davis hit me,” she explained. 

But Jo was, once again, distracted by something else in the room, a painting. Laurie’s grandfather’s painting. 

“Jo, we do not compare grandfathers,” you heard a soft voice say. 

Margaret March and Mr. Laurence entered the room. 

He gently patted your back, before making his way to his grandson, your brother and Jo. 

The March woman were now discussing Amy’s education, giving that Mrs. March decided that her daughter wasn’t coming back to that school. 

“Yes, women being taught at home is more proper, I believe. Take Y/n for example,” Mr. Brooke said. 

You discretely rolled your eyes at him, but Amy saw it and sent a smile your way, making your cheeks go red. 

“Only because schools for women are poor,” Meg fired back. 

“Indeed. Quite right,” you could tell he was nervous just by talking to the brunette. 

“I wish all the girls would leave this horrible school and that he would die.”

You chuckled at her words, earning a stern look from your brother. So you coughed trying to divert the attention from your reaction. 

“You did wrong. And there will be consequences,” Mrs. March insisted. 

“I didn’t. I didn’t even do anything. I just did a drawing.”

“Thank you so much for taking care of our Amy,” Mrs. March said to Laurie and your brother. 

“Oh, yes of course.”

“My girls have a way of getting into mischief.”

“Well, so do we, ma’am,” your brother said, a grin forming on his lips. 

“Then one of you will run over and we’ll take care of you.”

“Please, and come over whenever you’d like. Invite your sister Beth as well,” Laurie said.

“Yes! Beth would adore the piano,” Jo said, jumping out of the couch, making Amy gasp in pain when Jo touched her wounded hand. 

“Is she the quiet one?” Mr. Laurence asked.

“Yes, that’s our Beth.”

“Tell that little girl to use our piano. I’m sure Y/n wouldn't mind, right Y/n?”

Mr. Laurance snapped you out of your thoughts, forcing you to look away from Amy. 

“Not at all,” you smile at the March family. 

“And Jo, borrow whatever book you’d like,” Laurie added.

“Can I come look at the painting?” Amy asked. 

“Yes.”

“Yes!” 

You and Laurie replied at the same time, your tone showing more excitement than his. 

“There’s also a lovely greenhouse,” Mr. Brooke said, smiling at Meg. 

“We must go. Girls.”

The room suddenly was filled with all the girls talking at the same time. Before walking out the door you heard Amy shouting goodbye.

“Thank you for my hand! It was nice meeting you, Y/n!” she said, raising her hand and flashing you a smile, making your heart pick up its pace.

And ever since then, the two of you were attached at the hip. 

Laurie and you were admitted to their little club. They weren’t quite sure about Laurie, but you convinced them that the two of you would be the best members.

Everytime Jo and Beth would come to the Laurence residence, Amy would tag along just to see you. 

The two of you would spend the entire day together. She would tell you about painting, you would tell her about the book you were currently reading. 

Some afternoons she would convince you to model for her and she would draw you.

But it was just an excuse to stare at you. 

In time, the friendly touches and stares became something else. It wasn’t friendly anymore, it was something deeper than that.

The two of you would sneak into the woods and have some alone time, somewhere where you could hold hands without having to hide or where the two of you could give eachother little kisses away from the public eye. 

Neither of you quite understood what the two of you were doing. You both knew that it felt right and just went with it. 

When Amy went to Europe you sent her letters, expressing all your love for her, how much you missed her. But you never signed them with your actual name, you would use a different one in case someone were to find them and read them. 

Amy would write back, and tell you all the amazing things she’d been up to, tell how much she missed you as well, and how much she loved you. 

Later on, you accompanied Laurie to Europe in hopes that you would see her again. And you did. 

Laurie and you were walking when all of a sudden you heard yours and Laurie’s name being called. 

“Y/n! Y/n! Y/n! Laurie!” she shouted, getting off the carriage and making her way towards the two of you. 

“Amy!”

She hugged you tightly, trying to show her love for you. The truth was she wanted to kiss you but she couldn’t with all those people, Laurie and her aunt looking. 

“My, you’ve grown so much,” Laurie said.

“You look beautiful, Amy,” you smiled at her with loving eyes. 

“You wrote you’d meet me at the hotel.”

“We couldn’t find you,” you were holding her hands. 

“You didn't look hard enough,” she said, holding back her smile. 

“Well, maybe we didn’t recognise you, ‘cause you’re so beautiful now,” Laurie said.

“Oh, stop it,” she playfully rolled her eyes at him 

She asked about Laruie’s grandfather, about your brother, about what the two of you were up to.

“I couldn’t believe Jo turned you down. I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be, Amy,” Laurie said, a small smile on his lips.

“Amy!” her aunt called out to her.

She got in the carriage again, Laurie leaned inside to kiss Aunt March's cheek. 

“Hello, Y/n,” she said. Aunt March thought you were a decent young lady and actually liked you.

“Hello, Mrs. March,” you smiled at the lady.

Before saying goodbye Amy invited you and Laurie to a New Year’s eve party. 

“See you, Y/n!”

“Later, March,” you replied. Watching as the carriage moved away. 

When the three of you came back because of Beth’s funerals. Your brother noticed how you felt around a certain March and decided to ask you about it. 

“I’m sick, am I not?” tears running down your cheeks as he now knew your truth,

“No, Y/n. Loving someone could never mean you are sick,” he hugged you tightly, afraid that you would break into million pieces

The both of you stayed there, holding onto each other. 

“You know,” he broke the silence. “I’ve always loved Amy,” you looked at him, confusion writing all over your face. He chuckled at your reaction. “No, not like that, silly. Not like you love her. What I’m trying to say is that, maybe I could take care of her.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you know how rich our family is. She would be settle for life, and if she doesn’t want to have kids then that’s okay.”

“You’re saying you will marry her?”

“I’m saying that...” he carefully thought his next words. “Yes, I would be marrying her. But only for you. On paper we would be together but it could be the perfect opportunity for the two of you to have your chance together.”

“Would you do that for me? For us?” your eyes were watery once again. 

“You know how I feel about marriage, I don’t like it. So I would gladly marry Amy if it means one of us gets to live their happy ending.”

“But what if you fall in love and you do want to marry her?”

“If that happens we could figure something out later. But you should talk to her.”

“You’re dead serious about this?”

“Dead serious, Y/n. Now go and tell her.”

So you did. You told her your brother’s stupid plan. 

You thought she would laugh in your face, but the only thing she did was kiss your lips. 

It was so intimate and so perfect. It felt as if the two of you were promising to live together for the rest of your lives. As if things should always have been that way. It felt like the start of something new. 

“I can’t wait to marry your brother,” she joked before connecting her lips to yours once again.  

(Y/n’s brother understood how she felt because he felt the same way towards a special someone. No, it's not Jo. Let me know if you guessed it.)

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated! <3

-M

[lady-ashfade]

Two Idiots, One smile.

Amy March x Fem!Reader. Drabble.

I watched the movie for the first time a few days ago. I just love bubbly woman.

Warnings: Drinking, taking care of drunk jo and Laurie, nothing really but fun and fluff.

You had no clue how you had gotten wrapped up into the two laughing idiots, or why you didn’t just leave them alone. Both of them had their arms wrapped around your shoulders as you helped them walk. “I can’t believe she’s such a beauty, you know y/n, you and my sister could be the best actors in the world.” The girls slurred words made you laugh and grip onto her waist as she tripped.

“She��d forgot the lines.” You looked over at the boy you’ve known all your life at his comment to tease you. “Don’t look at me! I didn’t say anything.” He tried to defend himself but the two took one glance at each other and got caught into a laughing fit. You had to keep dragging them by the arms or the clothes when they wouldn’t follow you.

The dark house came into view and you sighed, finally getting one of them home. It has been hours since you left the ball but they didn’t make it easy from being drunk off their asses. You knocked at the door but Jo reached the handle and pushed it open. Her voice yelling as she was the one to pull you both in, making you both trip.

Soon Jo and Laurie rushed to the cough and almost knocked it over from how hard they fell on it. The mother came in the view along with the maiden, three other girls rushing down the steps. You looked at your watched and cursed at the time. You explained that you had caught them drinking after it was too late, and got her home as quickly as you could.

What you didn’t expect was a girl with blonde hair and dark roots stare at you with a kind smile and sit before you. “I’m Amy.” You looked at her, a warm feeling in your chest built up at her beauty. You bowed your hand, cleaning off your skirt trying not to look like a mess in front of her.

“Nice to meet you, Amy.” Her eyes stayed on you but you decided to looked away, getting flustered by the second. “Hope to see you again.” You walked away and towards the whining boy that cringed to Jo’s hand. You took him by the stomach and yanked him away and off the cough in a death grip.

“It was nice to meet you all, I do apologize for his behavior.” You rushed him out the house as they bid farewell to the both of you. The girls, Amy and the smaller one followed you to the door and watched you to walk out the house.

The night was dark but they watched you until you couldn’t be seen anymore, Amy blushing and followed her eyes on you. “She seems nice…” Beth wrapped her arm with her sisters. “And pretty, she said she hopes we meet again.” The happy tone in her voice matched her feet that bounced at the thought. The two were called back inside. Amy went to sleep think of you, Beth went to bed with a matching smile she saw on her sisters face.

The next morning as the sun shined through the windows and the family came down for breakfast they found a nice big basket of fruits and baked goods. “Strawberries.” Beth ran over as the others girls laughed and rushed down the steps. Each girl looked at different pastries with different flavors, ones that tasted fresh.

“Who’s it from?” Jo asked as she sat down and stuffed her face with a muffin. Hannah smiled and rushed to get something. A few seconds later she walked back in with a vase of flowers that were bright yellow and white. The girls watched her come to the table and set it down in front of Amy.

“From the little lady who came last night.” They all giggled and shouted at her to read the note attached to the case. Amy laughed and tugged it off, ripping it open with no patience. Beth leaned forward at get a look.

“I wish to have you smile once’s more. Until we meet again.” she smiled and blushed. The girls squealed and flooded her with questions and how amazing that was.

All Amy could do was think of you.

[halfmoth-halfman]

i hope everyone had a wonderful pride month!! 💜 i can't believe we're already halfway through the year with (almost) six months worth of fic recs!! it's the same as always, we got a rec list for all of the wonderful fics i read, liked, and were written this month!! here's to hopefully six more months 🎉🎉

if you wanna see more more of my fic recs and favs, i have em all on my recs blog, here!! please note the navi page is still under construction!!

and of course, if you have any fic recs of your own, feel free to send em my way here or on my sideblog - i love finding new fics and writers!! 💜

Alex Keller

world caves in - @halcyone-of-the-sea

✧ you might look at this fic and go, "mothie, i thought you didn't like the miscommunication trope." and you'd be right, i don't like that trope, but this fic came really goddamn close to changing my mind about that because ho-ly hell what an emotional rollercoaster i was taken on. i was captivated. obsessed. enraptured. i could not stop reading this fic, i was hanging onto every word trying to figure out what would happen next!!!

Jake "Hangman" Seresin

born to die - @uselsshuman

✧ emma really tried to kill me on the first day of pride month. she said, "happy pride, now suffer 😌" just swooped in with her beautiful writing and this equally beautiful relationship, luring me in with the best fluff and the cute little callsigns and then left me sobbing on the floor trying to put my heart back together.

Javier Peña

late night texts || prologue | i. say what you want | ii. it's just aah little crush | iii. say that you need me - @mvtthewmurdvck

✧ when i was told about a javi text-fic, i was so excited and then it came out and it was perfect and then the next chapter came out and it was even more perfect and then every chapter after that just kept blowing any expectations i had completely out of the water. i really don't know how jo managaes to write the best fic i've ever read every time, but she's just so unbelievably talented i'm just alsdkasjk

John "Soap" MacTavish

all my life, my love - @uselsshuman

✧ medieval soap fic! medieval soap fic! medieval soap fic!

fun fact about me: i love medieval/royal stuff!! and i also love soap!! so when i saw this, my heart just about leapt out of my chest and i ate👏🏼 it👏🏼 up👏🏼 this wasn't a snack, this was a full-course five-star meal of royal/knight goodness. so good in fact, that i went back for seconds and thirds and will be going back for fourths and fifths before the day is over!!

witch!reader - @peachesofteal

✧ i am in love, i am heartbroken, i need to scream

“What have you done?”

that'll do, johnny - @lundenloves

✧ started reading this for the soulmate!au (because as we all know i am a slut for soulmates) and stayed for what has to be one of the best characterizations of soap i've ever read?? i don't even think saying i'm floored would work here because that just doesn't cover how completely lovely and charming and amazing this is. such a touching and beautiful depiction of a relationship!!

John Price

willow tree march - @yeyinde

✧ i can't. i just- how am i expected to be normal after that? how do i go about my life now that i've read one of the most stunning fics in existence? i change my mind from a few recs list ago, a museum is not enough to capture the pure artistry of lev's fics. i don't even know how to describe how i feel about this, or how much i love it. i read this fic like it's the last time i'll get to gaze up at the stars, wanting to cherish every moment and commit every second to memory.

songs that sounds like sea-foam - @halcyone-of-the-sea

✧ witches! fae! mermaids! i have been spoiled with an abundance of life-changing fics this month!! the anon who suggested this needs to have all of their dreams come true, and halcyone.....i can't even form words. i need a book of all her fics because her writing needs to be bound in the most beautiful cover with those pages that are edged in gold and given a special place in a library dedicated to the greatest fics of all time.

silkabo - @moriflos

✧ i don't know how to correctly get across the way this fic (and everything that fleur writes let's be honest) just reaches into your soul and completely sucks you in. did it hurt my heart reading this? more than you could possibly imagine, but that's not going to stop me from reading it again and again and again.

nitimur in vetitum - @moriflos

✧ remember when i did that trope ask game and fleur asked me about a/b/o and i said, "i'm not really interested in a/b/o, but there are like a handful of fics that i like that fall under that trope." yeah, this is one of those fics. and how can you blame me when she's written such poetry like this-

(Price reminds you of the streaks of gray across a canvas. Simply there, but not like the saturated hues of the green and yellow and bright reds that flit through the board, catching your eye. He is—)

Keegan P. Russ

first strike - @halcyone-of-the-sea

✧ i read the warnings: angst and tension and goddamn if that wasn't the most accurate warning i've ever seen. i've never felt such panic and anxiety while reading like bravo at that amazing tension building! but that ending???? oh man, it was so worth it going through all of that just to get to that ending!

König

moths hit the window - @halcyone-of-the-sea

✧ did i read this because i have a bias toward anything moth related? yes. BUT i also love me some good angst and boy howdy did this deliver! könig is not one of my fav characters, but you best believe he is whenever halcyone writes for him! i don't know what it is about her characterization, but it's always spot on and i just uggghhh there's no character she could write that i wouldn't love.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

shaky fingers - @halcyone-of-the-sea

✧ i stopped working on this fic rec list to read this. i then procrastinated this fic rec list for another two hours so i could re-read it about four more times. if i could dedicate a whole rec list just to one fic, i would make one for this fic in a heartbeat. one of my favorite characters, written by one of my favorite writers, with nothing but fluff?? i am in literal heaven.

he loves me not - @deadbranch

✧ it's the playful banter. the soft teasing. the playful banter. the gaz being a little shy. the playful banter. seriously, i love the banter in this fic, their little back and forths feel so real and grounded and like two people actually talking to each other and i just- i love the way deadbranch writes her characters, i love this fic, i'm just in love.

cult of vagabonds || chapter five: copper talons - @halcyone-of-the-sea

✧ excuse me one moment while i-

ok now that that's done, this fic has me stressed the fuck out i am so tense but i am craving to know more! i feel like i'm going to start turning into one of those crazy conspiracy theorists with their red string and corkboard and tinfoil hats.

Miguel O'Hara

paper flowers - @luveline

✧ this man has been the source of major brainrot for me, and this fic really filled in that fluff i was craving for him. and with just the perfect sprinkle of angst in there, i really enjoy miguel and reader's relationship and just how into each other they meanwhile everyone else is just 🫣

with my heart and soul - @uselsshuman

✧ you ever look at a fic and know it's going to be good just from the title alone? that's how i felt about this fic, and i was right. it's got everything: there's fluff, there's whump, there's action, there's fun spider banter. all of it put together in a lovely soup flavored with great writing and an added dash em's perfection.

untitled - @luveline

✧ grumpy/sunshine is such a great dynamic and it really shines in this fic. i'm also obsessed with miguel and reader's dynamic. how he knows he cares for her and that means trouble, but he doesn't completely push her away and just accepts it while still trying to maintain some kind of professionalism. he takes his job seriously, and that's absolutely nailed in this fic.

the weight of the world(s) - @ghost-with-a-teacup

✧ i finished reading this, and had to take a moment to step back and just-

five stars. 10/10 would def read again.

just one dance - @ghost-with-a-teacup

✧ i👏🏼love👏🏼this👏🏼fic👏🏼 i will say it to anyone who will listen, i will shout it from the rooftops, i will tell my boyfriend about it until he gets annoyed with me! the softness. the tenderness. the slow-dancing!!!! i love the way tiffany's mind works and cannot thank her enough for this fic 🙏🏼

you call the shots babe, i just wanna be yours - @lymmsweb

✧ this man needs all the breaks and a long spa day, let's be honest. but i love fics where the workaholic get to take a break and this fic really emphasizes those little things, those quiet moments between characters that really bring it all together here.

oh, what can i do? - @uselsshuman

✧ this is how i am every time i reread this fic-

i love the way emma writes miguel, and miguel fluff even more so. got me kicking me feet, and blushing, and twirling my hair, and just fangirling over everything she writes.

what's in between | (II) - @ghost-with-a-teacup

✧ these fics absolutely exploded and oh my gosh do they deserve all of the love and praise they've been getting!!! it actually deserves more, in my opinion ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ there's just something so good about the secret relationship trope, and that fun little moment of "actually we're married" is done so well here. so cute and so fun and one of my new comfort fics.

better when you're here - @uselsshuman

✧ one day i will be able to put into words just how much i appreciate and adore emma and her determinedness to provide such beautiful fluff for all of my favorite characters. there is no character she can't write, no character she can't make me love. i am feral for this fic and all of her fics.

welcome to new york || 1 | 2 - @writeforfandoms

✧ i am so intrigued by this fic series...and by intrigued i mean so unbelievably excited to see where this goes that i can barely contain myself. i'm going to have to get another notebook so i can write down my theories and ideas about what's going to happen because i am clawing at my seat with curiosity and excitement!!

Multi

dead disco || on a slow night - @peachesofteal

✧ dead disco, my beloved.

that is all.

diamondback || prologue | chapter one: chasing light - @lethalchiralium

✧ a series i've been so excited for and now it's here!!!!! it's like when you get that feeling of anxious excitement because you don't know what's coming but you know that whatever it is, it's going to be amazing and all you think about for weeks to come. and i know it's going to be like that because that's how i felt with these first two chapters.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

the captain || part 9 - @as-is-above-so-below

✧ i beta read this and was still in awe at how good it was when i read it after it was posted. i might've said this before, but fuck it i'll say it again, i adore freyja and her and ghost's relationship. it's a great mix of humor, drama, love, and teasing and that little list at the end??? 😏

harvest storms - @halcyone-of-the-sea

✧ something i didn't know i needed until i read it, and all i have to say is wow. just wow. the way this fic just evokes these raw emotions in me is insane, such a masterful and very realistic take on ghost dealing with a teen daughter he barely knows. and ghost being the "did you win" type of dad when his kid gets into a fight is just so funny.

the paintings || mermaids - @peachesofteal

✧ hello??? what is this???? peach, miss ma'am, you can't just drop this stunning fic and then expect me to be normal about it. you can't just leave me with this mysteriously astounding worldbuilding, and all this intrigue about ghost, and this beautifully poetic fic that has given me all types of emotions. who gave you the right??? how dare you??? but also thank you so much 🙏🏼

sassy series || school pick-up - @peachesofteal

✧ this is the only series that has me beefing with a non-existent pta mom, but soft dad!simon riley is worth it esp when he's written this well and his relationship with theo is just so goshdarn cute!! ugh, your fics are putting me back in my ghost era in the best possible way and i cannot thank you enough for it.

happiness series || raindrops - @lethalchiralium

✧ i meannnnnn y'all know what i'm gonna say here. i can't help it though, i adore this series, it's fun, it's cute, and yeah it rips your heart out and stomps it into the ground with no apologies sometimes but so what?? if it means i get more cuteness like this, i'll happily take all of the heartbreak. i'm in this one for the long haul!

you've just moved in with simon. great. - @rileyslibrary

✧ i love this so much words cannot describe it. it's so cute, and i love the idea of ghost needing time to adjust from having to constantly take orders to unwinding and not having to worry at home. and the little affirmations at the end, my heart cannot take it!

can't lose you - @sleepiexx

✧ june 1st was the day for people to try and hurt me apparently, because ouch. the arguing, then the guilt, the soft confession, i'm just a mess here, but the ending had me giggling and i love the small moments of levity sprinkled in. what a good way to start off the month!

reasons why ghost likes his medic - @ghostaholics

✧ i'm gonna write a fic, and it's gonna be called reasons why ghostaholics is one of my favorite writers ever. i may be biased about ghost and his medic fics, but this is so good and it just makes sense, y'know? esp with the way it's so beautifully written here, like ghost finding reasons to stay near them, asking them to teach him how to properly suture when he already knows. i just love it, and i love this fic so so much.

[spaceagebachelormann]

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WHAT I WILL WRITE:

platonic

romantic

familial

any gender x any gender

headcanons

poly relationships

sensitive topics

x reader

ships (canon or non-canon, so long as it’s not problematic)

i. i WILL write cheating, but not if a character is going it to the reader/another character. i’ll make someone comforting another person after being cheated on, but i won’t write finnick odair cheating on someone

same thing ^^ goes for homophobic, transphobic, ableist topics like that, and. well i guess the same goes for abuse?

WHAT I WONT WRITE:

smut (i’m 14)

yandere

incest

student x teacher

canonically gay character (ex: wylan van eck) x fem!reader for romantic requests

canonically lesbian character x male!reader for romantic requests

songfics (nothing against them, i just don’t know how!!)

things about ocs

ship fics

character list (more to come!)

❍ = easiest characters to write for

bolded — favourite characters to write for

KEEPER OF THE LOST CITIES

❍ sophie foster, ❍ dex dizznee, fitz vacker, ❍ keefe sencen, ❍ biana vacker, ❍ marellla redek, ❍ maruca chebota, tam song, linh song, ❍ wylie endal, ❍ jensi babblos, stina heks

CHRONICLES OF NARNIA

❍ peter pevensie, ❍ edmund pevensie, ❍ susan pevensie, ❍ lucy pevensie, mr tumnus, ❍ caspian, eustace scrubb, jill pole, shasta, aravis

RIORDANVERSE

❍ percy jackson, ❍ annabeth chase, ❍ grover underwood, ❍ jason grace, ❍ piper mclean, ❍ leo valdez, ❍ hazel levesque, ❍ frank zhang, nico di angelo, will solace, reyna arellano, rachel dare, ❍ travis stoll, ❍ connor stoll, thalia grace, magnus chase, ❍ alex fierro, carter kane, sadie kane, lester papadopolous, lavinia asimov

PHANTOM OF THE OPERA

❍ christine daaé, ❍ raoul de chagny, erik destler, ❍ meg giry

p.s. i’ll write for the movie, musical, book and 1990 miniseries versions!!

HARRY POTTER

harry potter, ❍ hermione granger, ❍ ron weasley, ❍ luna lovegood, ❍ neville longbottom, ginny weasley, fred weasley, george weasley, ❍ sirius black, remus lupin, ❍ james potter, ❍ marlene mckinnon, mary macdonald, dorcas meadowes, lily evans

RIDE THE CYCLONE

ocean o’connell rosenberg, ❍ noel gruber, ❍ mischa bachinski, ❍ ricky potts, jane doe, penny lamb, ❍ constance blackwood

SHADOW AND BONE

❍ alina starkov, malyen oretsev, ❍ genya safin, ❍ zoya nazyalensky, david kostyk, erm others i accidentally deleted remind me to update this

SIX OF CROWS

kaz brekker, inej ghafa, ❍ jesper fahey, ❍ wylan van eck, nina zenik, matthias helvar

THE OUTSIDERS

ponyboy curtis, ❍ johnny cade, sodapop curtis, darry curtis, steve randall, ❍ twobit matthews, ❍ dallas winston

THE HUNGER GAMES

katniss everdeen, peeta mellark, ❍ finnick odair, ❍ johanna mason, marvel sanford, clove kentwell, cato hadley, ❍ cinna

IT (2017)

bill denbrough, eddie kaspbrak, richie tozier, ❍ stan uris, beverly marsh, ben hanscom, ❍ mike hanlon

THE SCHOOL FOR GOOD AND EVIL

❍ agatha of woods beyond, ❍ sophie of woods beyond, tedros of camelot, ❍ hort of bloodbrook, ❍ hester of ravenswood, ❍ anadil, ❍ dot, nicola, aric, rhian mistral, rafal mistral, leonora lesso, clarissa dovey

THE LAND OF STORIES

❍ alex bailey, ❍ connor bailey, ❍ red riding hood, ❍ jack, ❍ goldilocks, ❍ bree campbell

SCOOBY DOO

daphne blake, ❍ fred jones, shaggy rogers, velma dinkley

LITTLE WOMEN

❍ jo march, amy march, beth march, meg march, ❍ laurie

A GOOD GIRLS GUIDE TO MURDER

pippa fitz-amobi, ❍ ravi singh, naomi ward, ❍ cara ward, connor reynolds, ❍ jamie reynolds, nat da silva

THE MIGHTY DUCKS

❍ charlie conway, adam banks, ❍ lester averman, guy germaine, ❍ connie moreau, julie gaffney, ❍ ken wu, dean portman, luis mendoza, dwayne robertson, ❍ fulton reed

DRACULA

dracula, ❍ lucy westenra, mina harker, arthur holmwood, ❍ renfield, dr seward, abraham van helsing, ❍ quincey morris

FRANKENSTEIN

victor frankenstein, ❍ adam frankenstein, elizabeth lavenza, justine moritz, ernest frankenstein, henry clerval, the bride

DR JEKYLL AND MR HYDE

henry jekyll, ❍ edward hyde, ❍ richard enfield, gabriel utterson, hastie lanyon, lucy harris

MONSTER HIGH

gotta update this one guys,,,

THE BREAKFAST CLUB

john bender , ❍ claire standish, allison reynolds, brian johnson, andrew clark

THE POWERPUFF GIRLS

❍ blossom utonium, bubbles utonium, buttercup utonium , ❍ brick jojo, boomer jojo, butch jojo

DAVID BOWIE

❍ jareth, thomas jerome newton, david bowie

SWEENEY TODD

❍ sweeney, anthony hope, ❍ mrs lovett, johanna

THE ROSEWOOD CHRONICLES

lottie pumpkin, ellie wolf, ❍ jamie volk, ❍ ollie moreno, ❍ raphael wilcox, ❍ anastacia alcroft leblanc, saskia san martin, lola tomkins, mickey tomkins, binah fae

HAIRSPRAY

❍ corny collins, ❍ seaweed j stubbs, amber von tussle, tracy turnblad, penny pingleton, link larkin

MISC. CHARACTERS

sarah williams, ❍ bernard the elf, ❍ rodrick heffley, ❍ varian

[londondziban]

London's Masterpost

About Me:

☆ Hi everyone! My name is London or Dziban. I’m a 19 year old fanfic writer who posts over on ao3 when I have time. I'm a gay trans man who uses He/They pronouns!

☆ Stranger Things is my special interest!

☆ Fandoms I'm (actively) in and may post about: Stranger Things, Six of Crows/Grishaverse, The Maze Runner, Ghostbusters, Marauders Era, Bridgerton, PJO, The Hunger Games, Arcane, Scream, and Shameless (US)

They are me, I am them:

☆ Mike Wheeler ☆ Wylan Van Eck ☆ Newt (tmr) ☆ Dipper Pines ☆ Eloise Bridgerton ☆ Wirt (otgw) ☆ Katniss Everdeen ☆ Jo March ☆ Suzuki Shou (mp100)

☆ PSA: I am currently taking two final courses for my A.A.-T in English and I am preparing to move six hours away for my remaining years of undergrad. I have some stuff in the works, but my time to write for fandom is pretty limited. Please bear with me

Dziban's Writing -

WIPs:

Apple Juice and Peach Oneshot. Elmax/Elumax, background Byler. Coffeeshop Au Sequel to And At Every Table, I'll Save You A Seat Wake Up Call Oneshot. Byler. Ghostface AU. Caller Will, Killer Mike

Stranger Things Fics:

Not Just Another Birthday M. 1/1, 6,245 words. Byler–Mike Wheeler is turning 18 and he has some thoughts about it. Trick or Treat! G. 1/1, 2,371 words. Byler–Bylerween day 6 You Reminded Me of Brighter Days G. 1/1, 3,565 words. Byler–Bylerween day 3. May be continued Why's the Music So Loud? (Take It To the Lawn Now) M. 1/1, 3,185 words. Byler–Bylerween day 2 The Only Time I Ever See Him (Is When He's Behind Me in the Mirror)  M. 1/1, 9,417 words. Byler–Bylerween day 1. May be continued When the Days Were Long and the World Was Small T. 1/1, 2,478 words. Byler & Jancy–the horrifying ordeal of being caught having snuck out...by your sibling who also snuck out I'm Fine With My Spite and My Tears, and My Beers and My Candles M. 1/1, 2,185 words. Platonic Madwheeler–Post UD/Vecna And At Every Table, I'll Save You A Seat T. 1/1, 10,982 words. Byler–coffeeshop AU Snap Out of It T. 1/1, 5,687 words. Byler–Mileven gets Murrayed You Take My Hand and Drag Me Head First M. 1/1, 7,362 words. Byler–Mike has always been protective of Will A Crooked Love in a Straight Line Down T. 1/1, 1,610 words. Byler–MikeWillEl can't kill a single spider Holding Me Closer 'Till Our Eyes Meet G. 1/1, 1,768 words. Byler–Mike band AU Why They Lost Their Minds and Fought the Wars G. 1/1, 2,544 words. Byler–established relationship, domestic fluff I heard that you fell in love or near enough M. 1/1, 8,301 words. Byler–Post UD/Vecna

Marauders Era/Harry Potter:

Kiss me! (Tonight?) M. 1/1, 9,773 words. Rosekiller ft. Jegulus –Every year during the last week before hols break, mistletoe gets conjured to hang above the heads of people with unspoken affection. What do you do when you look up and realize mistletoe has been conjured to hang between you and your best friend? Well, you can ask Evan Rosier. Shears Microfic. 1,058 words. Trans Regulus–Sirius helps Regulus with his first proper haircut, background Jegulus Peppermint Microfic. 1,103 words. Established Wolfstar–Sirius cares for a sick Remus, mentions of established Jegulus and Rosekiller

[noneedtoamputate]

Every Beautiful Thing New Year's Eve Outtake

A while back, I read a thread on Twitter where Burr Snith's daughter commented that her day, Tony Garcia, Pat Christenson, and Chuck Grant all got together regularly as they lived near San Francisco. I though this could be a fun set-up for New Year's. Warning: This outtake is complete fluff.

I joined Tumblr and the BoB fandom this year, and all of you made it a great one. Here's to a happy 2024!

New Year's Eve, 1951

The hotel ballroom looked festive as Chuck and Ellen were escorted to their table, the first couple of their party to arrive. The room buzzed with happy revelers and the band warming up, a “Happy New Year 1952” banner above them. 

Chuck put his arm around Ellen, enjoying how the cut of her dress exposed her shoulders and upper back for him to see and touch.

Ellen hadn’t met this group of Chuck’s friends yet, the Easy Company veterans who lived near San Francisco. Chuck met up with Pat Christenson once a month, for drinks and a laugh. Burr Smith and Tony Garcia weren't in his platoon, so he wasn't as close with them, but Ellen knew he looked forward to catching up with them tonight. 

“Are you sure we shouldn't have invited Joe and Miriam?” Ellen asked. Joe was Chuck’s best friend, and Miriam was quickly becoming one of hers. Joe knew the whole group coming out tonight; she couldn't understand why Chuck wouldn't extend an invitation.

“No,” he said, firmer than he meant, and sighed. Of course Ellen didn't understand. How could she? 

“It's just everyone who went through it deals with it in their own way. And Joe's way is to just get on with things. He doesn't want to get together with the guys.” It didn't feel like an articulate answer, but Chuck hoped Ellen would understand nonetheless.

“But he sees you,” Ellen quietly pointed out. 

And this was true. But what Ellen didn't know was that Chuck and Joe never talked about the war, the way the four of them would tonight. Joe and Chuck talked baseball, work, the weather. Sometimes they didn't talk, just smoked and enjoyed the quiet. 

Quiet after places like Normandy and Bastogne and Haguenau was a gift to be savored. 

“Can't help it that he finds me irresistible,” he replied, making a quip instead of trying to explain his best friend. Ellen rolled her eyes, Chuck's intended reaction accomplished.

Just then, Chuck saw his three friends come into view. There were handshakes and pats on the back and introductions made.

“So where are your wives, or did they finally have the good sense to run off?” Chuck asked.

“They're freshening up,” Tony answered. 

They're talking about me, Ellen thought. She knew what happened in ladies’ rooms.

The men started catching up, but Chuck interrupted Burr when he saw Pat take a sip of water.

“Anyone give you permission to drink?” 

“Fuck you, Chuck,” Pat said, and the three other men burst into laughter. 

“This is why you haven't met Pat until tonight. He doesn't know how to behave in mixed company,” Chuck explained to Ellen.

“Sorry,” Pat said, looking her direction, and she waved him off. He turned back to the others. “Can't believe you all find it so funny after all these years. And you,” Pat said, pointing at Tony, “You weren't even there.”

“I've heard the story so many times, it feels like I was,” Tony said.

Chuck recalled the tale about a long hike during basic training. Pat took unauthorized sips of water and had to march the entire route again. Tony wasn't there because he was a replacement, a paratrooper who didn't join the company until after D-Day. 

Ellen felt like a fifth wheel, forcing them to stop and explain things to her. Eventually the other women finally showed up at the table. Ellen had committed their names to memory: Jane Smith, Nancy Garcia, and Mary Jo Christenson, whose due date looked eminent.

Drinks arrived and the conversation flowed easily. The women asked Ellen questions about her job and interests and talked about their husbands, their children, the holidays, how Mary Jo was holding up. 

During supper, Ellen heard names she didn't recognize: Martin, Randleman, Heffron, Toye, and Guarnere. From what Ellen could make out, the last two had been badly injured. 

“You look a little lost,” Jane said to Ellen. “It took me a while to keep all the guys straight. It gets better …” she trailed off. She looked down, realizing she shouldn't have said what came out of her mouth. 

“Gets better?” Ellen repeated.

“Um,” started Jane, not knowing how to start. “There are company reunions every year. Maybe … “

Once again, she didn't finish her thought.

Maybe I’ll go to one, if Chuck and I get married. Ellen understood what Jane tried to say. 

Ellen gave her smile, trying to make her feel better. She knew Jane didn't mean anything malicious in her words. 

No one could flag down a waiter after the meal, so the guys went up to the bar to order drinks. A few minutes later, Ellen noticed three pairs of eyes staring at her, and Mary Jo nudging Nancy with her elbow. 

“We were just wondering if Chuck is a good …  if he’s …”

Ellen laughed to herself. These three married women, one who clearly performed the act in question nine months ago, couldn't find the words to ask if Chuck was good in bed. 

This wasn't the type or conversation she would normally have with women she just met, but she felt like it was an invitation of sorts, like climbing up that mountain Chuck and his friends had talked about earlier. She put her elbows on the table and looked each woman in the eyes conspiratorially. 

“You have no idea.”

Nancy grinned, Jane blushed, and Mary Jo howled with laughter. “I knew it!” she cried out. 

When the foursome returned, drinks in hand, the giggling started up again. 

“Do I even want to know?” asked Chuck. 

“Probably not,” admitted Ellen. “But if those three didn't love you before, they love you now. And you have me to thank.”

“And just how should I thank you?” Chuck spoke softly into her ear.

“Oh, I know you'll think of something,” she replied. Chuck raised his eyebrows and smirked. 

Ellen looked cross the table and saw Mary Jo watching them, and she raised a glass in Ellen’s direction, Ellen returned the gesture in kind.

Couples started to crowd the dance floor. Tony and Nancy were already out there, and Burr and Mary Jo stood up to make their way over. Chuck saw Ellen’s door tapping in time with the music. 

“Pat, you mind taking Ellen out for a spin?” 

“Sure!” 

Ellen looked over to his wife for confirmation.

Mary Jo rested her hands on her belly. “There’s no way I'm dancing tonight. Go. Have fun.” 

Pat led the way through the maze of tables and chairs. 

“You're a good dancer,” Ellen said, after a few minutes. 

“I'm okay,” Pat conceded. “Chuck was a great dancer. Best jitterbug in the company.”

Ellen imagined Chuck in an English pub, winning over all the girls. Tall, with his blond hair and blue eyes. Those English soldiers didn't stand a chance when he was around.

“Chuck seems really happy when we get together,” Pat said.

“Good,” Ellen replied.

“You look really happy, too,” Pat continued.

Ellen’s brows furrowed, and she felt her body tighten. “Thank you,” she replied. “But you don't know me. You didn't even meet me until a few hours ago.”

Pat smiled. “I like to draw. I'm always working on something in my sketchpad. You learn to read people's faces, even the ones you don't know so well. And it's a good thing, being happy. After all we've been through, I wished everyone could feel happy.”

Ellen felt her shoulders relax. Pat was right. It was okay to be happy. Why had she felt so defensive when he pointed that out? She laughed as he twirled her one way and then the other.

The band played a slow song next.

“Mind if I cut in?” Chuck asked Pat, who graciously stepped aside.

She leaned in close, her arms around his shoulders. She felt his hand grab her hip, his breath on her neck.

Pat was right. Chuck was the better dancer.

And then the countdown started. “Three. Two. One. Happy New Year!” Balloons dropped from the ceiling and the happily buzzed party goers sang “Auld Lang Syne” in between kisses. 

“Do you have any New Year’s resolutions?” she asked.

He thought of the ring in a box, waiting in his nightstand back at the apartment. He didn't know where or how he would ask her, only that it would be soon. 

“Yes,” he said. “One. It's a surprise.”

“Being happy isn't really a resolution, is it?” she asked him. “It's just that I’ve been happy lately, and well, I like it.”

“I think that's a great one. I’ll add that to my list,” he replied, and pulled her in for another kiss. 

Five minutes into 1952, and neither one of them had broken their resolution.