#like it wouldn’t have turned into anything butttttt

[ihavea-natural-curiosity]

someone: whatcha thinking about?

me: oh, not much (the homoerotic subtext between Jet and Zuko)

[saintmurd0ck]

Congratulations, rhi!! 🥳

86th st

Prompt: “why are you really here? to mock me? to... make me hate you more?” “no. none of that. i came to be a friend, because it really looks like you need one right now.”

Character: Matt Murdock

Also, I don't mind if a confession or smut is involved somehow 🤣

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pairing: matt murdock x vigilante!reader

warnings: canon typical injuries, brief mention of religion, angst, tinyyyyy confession

a/n: ok nonnie i couldn't fit the smut in cause matty low-key friendzones you in this prompt butttttt enjoy the mini confession 💗 thank you so much for participating !! (ps this is low-key unedited but hope you enjoy nevertheless)

There’s a coppery tang to the air as you drift  in and out of consciousness, akin to a wave receding upon a shore. Your eyes shutter open, unable to take stock of exactly what you’ve injured, but at least you have a faint idea of where you are, and how you ended up in this position. 

“Ow,” you wince, twisting onto your side, desperately trying to staunch the gash above your eyebrow. The pain in your side has faded to a dull throb, but a quick glance at the blood pooling beneath tells you the cut is anything but superficial. 

It’s a balmy night, but the wind dries the rivulets of sweat on your skin in cold increments. The cement rooftop is even more frigid underneath your spent body, seemingly siphoning your energy with every sawed breath. Anything remaining of your once ironclad resolve ebbs to a bare whisper. 

The constant ringing in your ears blots out your efforts in concentration, rendering your attempts to move, to sit up, utterly futile. You know your neurons stopped firing the second your assailant decided that this was the end, except the asshole didn’t even have the decency to finish the job. To make sure you wouldn’t come after him.

It was your luck he was cocky enough to leave you up here. 

You wiggle your toes, but even that action makes every muscle and bone in your body scream for help. The cracks in your defense widen to a chasm, and so you resort to basics. To your default programming.  

“Please,” you grit, jerking your chin up to the light-polluted sky, “make it quick.” 

You don’t know who you’re aiming your prayer towards, and you’re foolish enough to believe that someone would care enough to listen, to send an aide, but you hope nevertheless that it catches the attention of some benevolent force, deity or not.

The peals of a police siren shatters your  fantasy, making you whip your head to the side. Instead, it speeds off into the distance, carrying with it any last fragments of survival. 

This is it, you think. This is how I go. 

That’s not what happens, though.

As you settle into the ground, your fingers coming away sticky from the laceration in your side, you feel the hairs on the back of your neck stick up. A warning, maybe, but you’re too fatigued to tell. Still, it alerts you, causing your arduous eyes to widen.

Your head smacks the concrete listlessly, because all you see is the skyline of the city stabbing into the indigo sky, the lights haloing your vision. Jutting out amongst the landscape are the spires of a church, lackluster compared to the twinkling highrises. Your mouth contorts into a grimace at the irony it presents.

The lack of discovery doesn’t explain why goosebumps continue to prickle your skin, or why you hear the rustle of fabric carried with the wind — the sound too soft to notice to the untrained, unobservant ear. 

There. A glimmer of movement catches your eye, a crimson shadow dancing in and out of your sight. 

Out of the vestiges of darkness, a saviour emerges.

Him.

Matt bounds towards you, closing the distance in four short strides. He falls to his knees beside you, hands scrambling to triage your body. 

His expression goes grim, sweat forming a thin sheen along the exposed part of his face as he speaks. “This isn’t good.”

Your weak chuckle turns into a wet rasp. “Tell me the other guy got off worse, at least.”

Matt pauses for a moment, his tongue flicking out at the corner of his mouth. His voice dips to a murmur. “He’ll never make that mistake again.”

You nod slowly, training your gaze on Matt as he takes off his helmet, setting it down on the concrete before putting pressure on the wound in your side. White hot pain blossoms throughout your nerve endings, exploding behind your eyes, but he ignores any markers of your discomfort. 

Gritting your teeth, you lift one of your arms to push the lock of hair that’s fallen across his forehead. There’s an inexplicable familiarity about the gesture, even though you haven’t seen him in months. Even though your final encounter was precisely that: your last. 

“I thought you said I had to get out of your way, Matt.”

“I know,” he says, his face irresolute.

“Then why are you really here?” Your mouth twists into a scowl as you shrug his hands away, blinking away the tears welling in your eyes. “To mock me, for coming back to Hell’s Kitchen? To… make me hate you more?”

Something between disconcertion and indignation crosses his face. “What? No. None of that.” He wrestles you back down, compressing his hand over the wound again. “I came to be a friend. Because it really looks like you need one right now.”

You hold onto his words, acquiescing his comfort, his company, but all that comes out is an incoherently grumbled response, one that pulses in time with your darkening vision. It’s as if the second he showed up, your body has finally relinquished to the tranquility of rest, knowing that despite your past, Matt is someone to be trusted. 

Agony radiates throughout your body as he hoists you up over his shoulder, your heart fluttering at the gentleness of his touches, the soft cadence of his voice. You barely comprehend what he’s saying, but you cling onto “apartment” and “I’ll look after you”, like a beacon of hope. God-sent, if you consider your prayers answered. 

There’s something else you catch as you’re dragged under. He’s talking to you, soothing you, settling you. It feels like he’s explaining something to you, but whether it’s for him to get it off his chest, or simply to lull  you to sleep is indistinguishable. Yet, your attempt continues to listen. 

“I never wanted you in my way,” he starts, slowly becoming a jumble of noise, “because I was falling in love with you.”

But you’re too tired to contest him. To ask if he’s confessing that because you’re on your deathbed, or if they’re pointless words, said just to appease. 

“I heard when you called,” he finishes. “I always do.”

[bunnygirl678]

Okay team…

Going on a hiatus for all writing and for the most part tumblr, might still be some lurking and I’ll have my queue going butttttt

Had my first physical therapy session today, and it’s a lot worse than I was thinking it was, I have three sessions a week rn and have to completely change my set up

I now have to use a standing desk (I got an under desk treadmill to go with it! Gonna be back in marathon shape by year end my dudes), luckily no surgery is expected! Woooo

I might try to write some but between work and being on pain killers and muscle relaxers nothing I’m outputting is any good, I’m no bukowski… or Hemingway…. Or any of the other drunk writers lol

Really sad cause I had some fun stuff in the pipeline

Probably going to be a little rusty when I get back into it buttttt

I vibe with my therapist, an older dude who kept calling me sugar, made my southern ass feel at home lol, it was funny he was attempting to massage a bit but I kept inadvertently twitching he said my nerves are in high gear and asked how I’d been doing this for 3 week lmao (remember when I had pneumonia for 3 weeks and was effectively just ignoring it lmao see a pattern here)

I had my Pokemon backpack, and shoes, and a black Pokemon shirt and he was telling me his son was really into it, and I’m like cool cool thinking he’s talking about like a 6 year old, nope 23, I felt more comfortable after that, his son apparently just got back from Japan

He gave me a bunch of home work and told me baby steps, lol not something I’m good at

But he was really understanding of my work and the fact that I can’t just not work lol (ngl my company wouldn’t make it a month without me)

Idk my dudes I might be a bit high rn

Don’t expect anything exciting from me.

But feel free to shoot me messages on discord or dm here or ask for my email like it’s 2006, I might be a little high tho lol

I love you all, I’ll be here when I can, also don’t turn 30, those fuckers weren’t lying when they say your body starts falling apart!

I just have to be okay for Nashville cause my ass is going to see the Dresden dolls come hell or high water,

[memethebum]

Here’s chapter 2 of The Lover’s Almanac!!

This one is basically more married fluff and then Maka trying to cheer up her gray-ace hubby while dealing with her own shit

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Maka had been wondering if she’d truly woken up every single day for a month now. She and Soul had shared a bed multiple times over the years, but it seemed to carry a different weight now that she lived with him and the entire town considered them newlyweds.

She’d catch some girls sending her dirty glares from behind the small alleyways lining the town, but that only appeared to solidify her fantasy of the entire agreement being real and not just an elaborate favor.

“Rise and shine, my beautiful wifeee. Ya’ got a big day today,” Soul announced from the kitchen, causing Maka to jump up from the warmth of their bed.

It’s not like me to wake up after Soul the young woman thought before hearing her husband clatter a few dishes around while preparing breakfast.

“Hm?” she mumbled as she pushed the bed covers aside and sauntered towards the kitchen where Soul was sliding a spatula around a wide cast-iron skillet.

“Why didn’t you wake me up sooner! I was the one in charge of making breakfast today, remember?” the young woman pouted before watching her husband raise his shoulders into a shrug.

“Don’t worry bout’ it. I know you wash up fast, so hurry before your eggs are done cooking,” he added while turning back and flashing Maka a shark-toothed grin, probing the young woman to roll her eyes at how blatant his concern for her business agenda was.

“Fineeee,” Maka sighed before giving Soul a quick kiss on his stubbled jawline and running out towards their well.

She hastily jogged back afterwards to a large plate of bacon, eggs, biscuits, and gravy situated on the kitchen table for her.

“Oh, you made such a large spread today!” the young woman hummed in gratitude while taking her fork and greedily picking up some of the contents.

“Glad you’re enjoyin’ it. So uh…what do you have to do today,” Soul asked in between a large bite of his biscuit.

He sure didn’t waste any time asking Maka thought to herself before wondering if there was anything Soul could do that wouldn’t make her swoon in place.

“I’m planning on delivering the request form for Mister Deathman to the post office first before scoping out the vacant building again,” she added while pouring Soul a glass of apple juice and watching him eagerly reach out for it with a muffled thanks.

“Doesn’t sound too bad. Buttt, knowin’ you it probably feels like walking on eggshells,” Soul sighed, probing Maka to let out a huff in agreement.

She then felt her husband gently rest his palm ontop her hand.

“Butttttt I also know you well enough to see how many times you’ve walked into something and not gave a damn about what anyone thinks of you, so I’m absolutely certain you can do this,” he added as Maka took a minute to mull over his words before eventually giving him an enthusiastic grin.

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“Looking for something miss?” a man called out as Maka gazed through the thin film of dust upon the building’s windows.

“Oh, um I was just…curious about the interior of the building,” she yelped before looking up and noticing that the man who’d called out to her was Noah, the owner of the single pawn shop in Death Valley.

“Oh right, it’s been a while since I’ve had a neighbor,” Noah then added while letting out a low chuckle.

“Hmm, well you may be in luck. My husband has plans of opening up something more…innovative in our town,” Maka replied, earning her a hum from the man.

“So Solomon Evans plans on being both a successful farmer and businessman, eh? Seems as if men are made with the need to acquire more, although that’s gotten much harder with all these new laws popping up,” Noah then mumbled as the young woman felt her shoulders begin to slump at his words.

“R-right, of course. Well, I’d better go help him with the fields. You have a good day Mister Noah,” Maka whispered while turning away from the empty building.

“Ah, newlyweds and you’re already such a dutiful wife! I’ll leave you to it, and tell Solomon that I wish him good luck,” Noah exclaimed before allowing Maka to walk through the remainder of town and onto the packed dirt road which led to Soul’s farm.

Men they say. As if it’s a crime for a woman to have some god damn dreams of her own without already knowing how competitive it is to do business at all these days!!! Maka internally fumed while feeling a wave of anxiety begin to suffocate her mind after realizing that her dreams could be squashed in mere moments if one of Mr. Deathman’s associates tossed her proposal into a trash bin with the letters of other men meaning to do business with him.

“Don’t make me regret selling you some of my farmland Evans!” the young woman then heard a voice shout from outside Soul’s house, probing her to let out a groan in agitation once noticing her papa standing a few feet away from the dwelling.

“It’s technically me and my wife’s land now,” Soul chuckled as Maka came closer towards the two men and felt them both flinch from her sudden presence.

The young woman couldn’t help but let out a muffled yelp of her own once noticing how Soul was very much sweaty and shirtless from a few hours of harvesting his fields.

“Maka angel!! I’d just come by to see if this brute is treating you well only to find out you’d been-“

“Yes Papa, me and my husband are fine,” Maka added before bashfully walking closer towards Soul and allowing him to bend down and give her a peck on the cheek as a greeting.

She then let out a muffled giggle once noticing how her papa appeared to be instantly fuming from their display of affection.

“You-you crass heathen! How dare you put your dirty lips near my Maka with nothing but a pair of flimsy pants-“

“Oi Soul, we’re done with the potatoes!” a voice then shouted from behind the trio, probing them to turn around and notice Liz, Patty, and Kilik walking in their direction.

“Alright, thanks Liz! You guys abouta’ take your break right now?” Soul replied as Spirit continued to glare in his direction.

“Sure are. I hope we didn’t interfere with a family meeting,” Kilik added while Patty let out a quick snort at the insinuation.

“Oh no no, I was just about to leave,” Spirit added before rushing over to Maka and extending his arms as a request for a quick hug.

The action caused Maka to regard her papa with a small smile and then melt into his embrace.

“I’m trying not to be so angry sweetie, but watching you suddenly get married after swearing to only devote time for your dream is sort of…troubling,” Spirit whispered before turning on his heel and staring Soul directly in the eyes.

“This probably goes without saying, but��you’d better keep supporting my Maka any way you can, a-and that doesn’t mean fulfilling your marital duties if that’s what your perverted mind-“

“Papa, I told you we’re fine. Now stop pestering Soul and go back to your own farm,” Maka quickly added while pushing Spirit away from her husband, although she could already see the way Soul’s expression had deflated after her papa had brought up the topic.

Well, I suppose that ruins any chances of me coming clean to Papa about all this Maka thought to herself as she glanced at Spirit’s furrowed eyebrows and then back at Soul.

“We’d better get going as well. See you two in a few hours!” Patty added, causing Soul to give the group a weak smile as they walked away from the house.

Maka then waved her hand in a quick farewell before letting out a low sigh and encircling her fingers around her husband’s sweaty palm.

“Soul…I’m sorry Papa brought something like that up-“

“It’s ok, it’s not like the old man was gonna

stop badgering my ass just because I don’t work for him anymore,” Soul added before regarding her with a small smile, although Maka was able to see right through the mask he’d put up everytime she’d worry about his feelings instead of it being the other way around.

“Still, I’m absolutely certain you’ll find someone who’ll love you regardless of how eager you’d be to do the deed of darkness,” Maka added before feeling her heart race at the small giggle the young man let out afterwards.

Even if that person isn’t me she mentally lamented while noticing how Soul had started gazing at her when she didn’t let out a few giggles as well.

“Let’s…go take care of the corn before the others come back,” Maka then added as she pulled Soul onto the path leading towards the fields.

[missjanjie]

hi babe!! first, i am giving you the tightest hug ever and the biggest of forehead kisses

but now for distraction time! i didn’t check if there was a prompt list so I’m spitballin this butttttt how about jankie or rosenali with the quote/idea “im mad at you but please I need your help with reaching this thing I need”

thank u sm love 💕

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It hadn’t been anything more than a benign lover’s quarrel, but Denali was nothing if not stubborn. But even her stubbornness had limits. It just turned out that her limits were having to reach the top shelf in the pantry. She had tried with her claw-grabber at first, but it only knocked the box she needed onto its side, making it impossible to grab.

As much as she hated it, she swallowed her pride and begrudgingly shuffled into the living room. “I need help getting the cereal,” she mumbled.

Rosé didn’t look up from her phone. “Use your claw.”

“Tried. Made it worse.”

She sighed and got up, making her way to her girlfriend. “Then you need to ask nicely, baby,” she replied in a cloyingly sweet voice that didn’t quite match her smug grin.

Denali whined and stomped her foot like a petulant child, but knew that Rosé wouldn’t budge until she got what she wanted. “Rosie, could you please get the lucky charms for me?” she asked through gritted teeth.

Rosé gave in, grabbing the box off the shelf and setting it on the counter. “Now, was that so hard?”

Denali refused to make eye contact as she poured the cereal, then milk into the bowl. “You’re lucky you’re tall,” she murmured as she ate.

“Whatever you say, baby,” she cooed and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

[a-libra-writes]

okay so like what i thought of was basically it’s a stark reader(robb’s twin) like in the hc, BUT up until theon left to go recruit his father they had a kind of unspoken thing going on and we’re clearly in love with each other just neither one had the guts to say it(theon would even pick out whores specifically bc they looked like the reader) and so(like in the hc) roose bolton captures her and their direwolf at the red wedding to marry her to ramsay. who subsequently becomes slightly(but let’s be honest this is ramsay) obsessed with her, and one day her direwolf makes its way into the kennels only to find and lay next to theon. it refuses to come out and even snarls in a protective way if someone tried to get theon out of the kennel. the servants decide that the best way to get the direwolf out is with its owner, reader and theon have a ready reunion and he kind of snaps out of reek for a short period of time. butttttt then ramsay gets jealous and chaos ensues :))))) hope you like it!!!! yeah it is kind of based off of the hc you did lol

first of all how dare you anon???????? i thought about this ask way too much today and it HURTS

So lets start with this. Theon was ten when he was taken from his family, he’s witnessed his home be invaded and the castle walls destroyed. Heard about his older brothers being murdered. May have seen their heads on spikes. Taken from his sweet mother, and older sister, probably didn’t see his uncles and father??? there sure as shit weren’t any nice goodbyes.

Yes Ned didn’t approve of this whole thing, but he saw it as a better alternative to another war coming up. Robert saw it as mercy; he wasn’t destroying the whole Greyjoy line or burning their keep to the ground.

So with all of that, he arrives in Winterfell, where it’s freezing. Travelled with the man that may have led to the deaths of his older brothers. Meets this man’s wife, who clearly isn’t happy he’s there. And meets this man’s children, who are young and just staring at him and his strange clothes. 

Now that we’ve got that out of the way....

I really like Theon and Robb’s friendship, and how it almost progressed to the level of Jon and Robb’s brotherhood, but not quite. I think that’s because he’s older by several years in the books, and while Jon is “at least” Stark, Theon is not. He’s a hostage. A potential danger. Catlyn likely doesn’t want her oldest anywhere near him but if Robb is going off to play with the Ironborn boy, why can’t Y/N? She’ll sneak out if she has to! She wants to talk to him and ask him questions. He’s annoyed by a stupid girl trailing him around, and tells her as much. 

I like to think they have an annoying sibling relationship for a while, and Y/N is very fascinated with him, but she also has a great deal of empathy because she starts to realize his situation. She’s still a child, but she knows he was taken from his family and struggles to understand why her father would do that. Ned tries to explain it to her, but I think it’ll always feel wrong to her, so even if Theon teases her and she teases back, she’s always nice to him even when her mother tries to discourage them socializing.

And of course, my favorite trope.�� They get older and start to realize feelings, she grows into a beautiful lady and still wants to hang out with him and Robb. She still smiles at him during feasts and comes to watch him practice at archery and still glares at anyone who dares insult him. “You’ll do well to keep your words to yourself, especially where it pertains to matters you don’t understand,” She’ll sneer at lordlings who come in to gawk at the Ironborn. Theon loves it when she talks “like a lady” to annoying guests and lords. She speaks far more casually with him and her siblings. 

His crush is intense!!!! It’s so much. It hits him early and puberty + Theon brain just makes it worse. Like you said, he absolutely picks whores that look similar to her - I HC he generally seeks whores at an early age bc 1) thats just an OK thing to do for young men in Westeros and 2) he’s really lacking in physical affection and acceptance in general. 

He has no chance with a Lady Y/N Stark. Not a single fucking chance, but he still daydreams. When he was younger especially, when he hoped the Starks would accept him, when he thought he’d never return home - maybe they’d see him like a son, maybe, if he was good. Maybe if he was good enough, she’d ... but no. That’s all pipe dreams. The older he gets, the more he knows it, but knowing doesn’t help the bitterness.

I think it’d be even worse if Y/N saw him in a more romantic light than a familial or platonic one. The yearning. The pain!! The shared glances after touching each other’s hands, wondering if the other person knows or cares as much, but never knowing for sure because how the hell can you ask that? How would it ever be appropriate? 

There’s so much to this. Ramsay just adds a dozen layers of angst and complications 😂

Obviously Theon’s betrayal and “death” would break her heart, among other things. The war is not kind to the Starks. She has a lot of pain by the time she’s married to Ramsay. 

Also YOU’RE BREAKING MY HEART like the idea of her direwolf sniffing out Theon, even after all that, or just seeing him and instantly curling up. Theon’s half asleep, half delirious, but he feels the warmth of the fur and for a wild moment believes it’s Grey Wind. He feels the wet nose on his face and the wolf gently licks his wounds. This isn’t the hounds that snap at him and bring their fleas. The wolf curls up with him, and it’s probably the most peaceful sleep Theon’s had in months.

Later Y/N realizes her direwolf has been gone for hours and searches for it in a panic. She doesn’t want to go into the dungeons, she hates them, hates the sounds and the smells coming from them, but she doesn’t know where else to look. She’s sick to her stomach wondering why her wolf is down there, what if Ramsay -? No. He wouldn’t... would he?

And yes, Ramsay’s men have been trying to get Theon out per their master’s orders and can’t. The direwolf refuses. Theon has to crawl out on his own, all bones and scars and scabs and wounds, and the wolf sticks to his legs. Shows its teeth to anyone even looking at him. That’s when Y/N hears the commotion and comes down, she has no idea who this old man is - then... Recognition. Terrifying, heart-wrenching recognition.

When she holds him, she’s not sure who falls down first. It could be either of them; Theon from weakness and shock, her from heartache and relief. And he’s Theon again. He says his name, and her’s, and it’s hard for him to think straight and get the words out. But there is I’m sorry.

She demands an explanation from Roose. There’s no point in hiding it now. And she turns on Ramsay for it, and lord knows he won’t feel guilty about it. I feel like Theon would get slightly better treatment now, both because the direwolf is at his heels as much as Y/N’s and now she has a close eye on him. If anything else happens, she’s going to raise hell in the Dreadfort. All the anger and fire and outrage has been stoked again. Ramsay is not pleased with any of these developments.

And yeah if she and Theon had romantic feelings, this is about to get much more complicated :^)

[blutopaz15]

48 for the prompts? <3

hehehe, I know this prompt didn’t really *lend* itself to slightly-spicy flirty fluff......butttttt that’s somehow where we ended up, oops, lol. :D

hope you enjoy, friend! :)

under a cut bc it’s long, also oops 

#48: “You’re the only thing that matters.” 

Chances like this were few and far between, and a busy banquet hall seemed like the perfect set up, Callum thought, for yet another attempt to beat the master at her own game. 

Only really two senses to evade here, he figured, since he intended to touch her, and then let her taste the cider he’d just finished...and he’d bathed recently, so no smell to worry about either.

There was certainly enough commotion to cover up his footsteps, he’d decided early in the evening. The music was probably enough on its own to take care of that illusion, and if not, the low chatter would probably help, too. 

So, hearing was taken care of...as long as he didn’t trip or anything.

From the side of the room, he watched Rayla, her back turned to him. It seemed that her attention was pretty solidly fixed on the crowd in front of her: some guests dancing, some eating, most talking. 

Distraction was probably as good as it could get as far as fooling Rayla’s sense of sight went.

Callum was careful, though, despite the distractions, as he inched his way along the wall in her direction. The tilt of her head against the pillar at her side and the neat braid that swept up the locks of hair that usually framed her face meant, he knew, her peripheral vision would be even more perceptive than usual.

He had to lean on the element of surprise (Ways of Stealth, Lesson #2) then...but that was on his side too.

Rayla had been warned, much to her disappointment, that he’d be busy for most of the party, so she wouldn’t be expecting it, he thought giddily, when he popped up at her side. He looked fondly at Rayla—

Her loose hair draped over her shoulders in soft-looking, shiny curls…

Her shoulders, all bare and a little bit blush-tinged under the firelight...

The navy-colored fabric that clung to her waist and then floated down to the floor…

—and imagined the little gasp of surprise she’d make when he pulled her close. Even from across the room, just the thought of how she’d spin around in his arms and smile at him and hold him tight—especially when she learned that Opeli had set him free for the whole rest of the party—made his heart pound.

Impatiently, he crept towards Rayla from the wall at her back as slowly as he could manage, carefully shuffling along to be sure that the swirling music from the back of the room would actually be enough to cover up the sound of his footsteps. He kept his eyes fixed on her shoulders, willing her to stay still and focused on the crowd in front of her as he tip-toed up closer until he was just inches away.

Cautiously, carefully, as stealthily as possible, he reached closer, his hands headed for that pretty, gauzy fabric wrapped around her waist…

He groaned when she turned.

A curl fell over her shoulder and her eyes—more pink than purple in the warm light from the chandelier above—twinkled at him playfully. She caught his wrist, and his heart skipped a beat. 

Rayla grinned as she slid her hand into his, her touch delicate and light up until her fingers hooked around his palm and her grip pulsed tightly around him. 

“Nice try, Callum.”

He lifted her hand to his lips and sighed heavily, breathing against the base of her thumb. 

“I thought for sure I’d get you this time with all these people around,” Callum said, lifting his lips just far enough away from her skin to speak. 

“Better luck next time,” she shrugged, pulling their joined hands away from his lips before the trail of kisses had reached her knuckle. Her back hit the pillar she’d been leaning against, and she dragged him closer, looping her arms over his neck. Rayla’s voice lowered, both in pitch and volume, but the teasing rhythm stayed. “I suppose, though, to be fair, I can’t really blame you. Hard to sneak up on someone who’s been watching you all night.”

As if the warmth already bursting in his chest weren’t enough, her smile grew lopsided and mischievous, and he nearly choked when she winked at him too.

Callum glanced around for wandering eyes before stepping closer, sliding his hands along the light material over her waist that he’d been reaching for before, heart pounding at the warmth the fabric let radiate through. “Oh yeah?” 

“Mmhmm,” she hummed. Rather than leaving both wrists slack and relaxed against his shoulders, one hand slid down to his collar, and she watched her fingertip as it traced the gold detail, up from the button at his collarbone all the way up and around to the nape of his neck. She smirked when he shivered, and looped back to the front, undoing the too-tight clasp over his throat as she continued. “Speaking of, Your Highness, don’t you have some more princely duties to be attending to?”

“Nope,” he said. Rayla bit her bottom lip as her fingers wandered some more, settling finally with her thumb grazing the warmth in his cheeks. “Opeli said I’m free, so right now, you’re the only thing that matters.” Her eyes went hazy and half-lidded as he continued, their color deepening back to lilac as the lighthearted, playful, flirtatious light fell away. “You have my undivided attention. Not that that’s really any different than usual, but—“

The pressure of her fingertips pulling him closer came about half a sentence before he’d expected it, but her lips muffled his surprise. She sighed against him too, keeping him near with both sets of fingers splayed out across his cheeks. Her kiss—demanding and desperate at first before he kissed her back and she softened against him—dimmed everything aside from the heat of her mouth on his, the taste of moonberry wine on her lips, and the scent of her skin under his nose.

“Good,” she breathed, her fingers threading through his again so she could tug him away. “Come dance with me.”

[readerinsertfanfiction]

Neeeemo dear! Im back again!🌻😳🥺 //dances in❤❤🌻😳🥺 rip your poor lil askbox hehehehe! //is still trying to figure out asks for other fandoms butttttt! Ill try my best hehee😳❤

❤🍁 after all zeta has husbands across the board 😳🥺☺ hehehe so here is another for death note! Hehehe i honestly love the anime so much (i think i must have watched it more than 4 times already) 🥺🥺❤🌈😳 naturally L is bae

😏 hehehe so nemo darling could i pretty please with caramel ontop request a lil something with L hehe here is some cute prompts i found😳😳😳

 "Can I sleep in here? I don't like the storm."

"Scared of a little thunder?"

☺🍁🍁Hehehe its been raining so much here lately 😳🥺 and while i love the thunder and lighting it does get a lil scary when it hits a tree in your yard and fries all the electronics 😂😂😂😂😂😂 pfffft anyways im rambling aren't i? Night nemo darling! Sweet dreams and lets face this Monday together/ /sweats🥺🥺 good luck with your meeting with your supervisor! U can do this ❤❤❤❤❤😳☺

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Four times. Damn. I think I only watched DN twice or so, Zeta is so dedicated for her hububs ｡◕‿◕｡

Cover up in lots of blankets and and stay low to the ground!!! ᕙ (° ~ ° ~) I would offer help, but you probs would be targeted before I'm. (;;;・_・)

At least you bought a powerbank now.

Fandom: Death Note

Character: L Lawliet 

Prompt: A: “Can I sleep in here? I don’t like the storm.” B: “Scared of a little thunder?”

The room flickered and darkened at an unsteady pace, followed shortly by the loud boom of what was the clap of the heavens. Sometimes the silhouette of the mountains surrounding you could be seen, other times it was only the lightning that remained long enough in the sky to be seen. A flash and then gone, followed by a bang in short, the seconds too fast, the next one too soon. The clouds had gathered and grown too heavy to pass the mountain tops.

"Can I sleep here?" you had asked the man, hands wringing and unwringing as you clutched your blanket over your head. The next came and the haunting presence of the detective stood for once straight, his dark eyes looking down at you with that familiar slouch. But even that sight was quickly taken from you as darkness prevailed again, only to be followed by another flash that made his white shirt seem even starker in the unlit room.

L had remained silent for a while, his feet scratching the back of his leg, the sound of nail scraping over jeans audible in the otherwise quiet room. You were under observation and distance was meant to be maintained. It would breach several policies to allow you to sleep in his room. Naturally, that would have been his answer, but the way you flinched each time the room lit up and the way your fingers moved, counting the time between light and sound, L knew better than to leave you alone now.

Besides, he was already 99.9% sure of his theory and correctness. There truly was no need to continue the observations for longer than they had.

"Scared of a little thunder?" the man spoke, his thought process now filed away and so was the decision-making. You could never tell how much went on in his mind in the time that had lapsed, but L was used to that. Few could. Fewer knew him by his true name, most just calling him by the identity he had adopted for the time, or the single letter by which he was known.

Another one flashed through the sky and here L's expression revealed itself to be blank, you weren't sure what was more haunting. The howling of the wind through the apartment high in the sky, or his never ending observing expression.

"I don't like the storm," you admitted sheepishly feeling rather silly now that you had pronounced it out loud. Storms were such silly things, like everything was to the brilliant man in front of you.

If L truly thought so was a little beyond you as the male made no indication to show or express such, instead shoving his hands in his pockets as he shrugged.

"Come in." And he stepped to the side, revealing his room to you which was sparsely decorated and dimly lit by a single laptop. For the rest the room lacked all the rest, not even a bed was present, or a chair as the man crouched down on the floor and continued his work in these deplorable conditions with a storm raging on.

"Don't you sleep?" you asked, reluctantly sitting next to him as the man pointed at the discarded blankets in the corner.

"I need little of it," he clarified, knowing that to you he crossed as strange, but strange was his trademark and strange was what marked his genius, he didn't need anything else.

The storm raged on and the thunder rolled and followed, but by now you had been too distracted by the strangeness of this man and his calm determination to continue his work.

"Can I sit next to you?" you asked, and L stopped typing for a second as he looked up at you, dark eyes apathetic towards what you had to say before something resembling sympathy showed through and he threw you a reassuring smile, the kind he always showed when you offered him a sweet.

"I wouldn't have let you in if I minded," he tells you and he is true in his words as he even allows you to lean against him, his body surprisingly sturdy as it was lean and his strange seating position even more steady than you had expected it to be.

"Feel free to fall asleep. I don't expect myself to get up for at least the next eight hours," the man informed you, and you were rather baffled at those words, eyes blinking from that bright screen to him as the detective turned his face to you, his features suddenly a lot closer than you ever had the pleasure of getting to know before.

"I might even just fall asleep sitting like this," he tells you and you aren't sure if it is in jest or if he is actually serious, but it horrifies you all the same.

"Your poor back," you exclaim and the male only smiles at that, having grown rather used to comments on his posture and the worry that followed. Few understood how it was part of his genius, after all, but it was a good distraction from the storm raging outside.  

[jeonsblackgf-writes]

CRUSHES AND DATES || 2 ||

summary: Jaewon finally gets to go on the date of his dreams. 

pairing: jung jaewon x black!OC

genre: fluff

word count: 1.2k

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"Maybe this was a bad idea," Nia whispered as she clung onto Jaewon's shirt, fear evident in her voice.

Jason thought it was a good idea to go to a haunted house as a first date, not only that, it was one of the most claimed haunted houses in Korea so of course Nia protested but once Jaewon brought out the puppy eyes, she found herself saying yes before she could even think about anything else.

They had only been in the house for five minutes and she felt like she was going to shit herself. She was one for adventures and fun but not on the first date and a haunted house was definitely ALLLLL the way at the bottom of her bucket list.

"Come on babe, it's not that bad." The latter explained, as they looked around the interior of the abandoned house. There was dust everywhere and it was starting to make Nia's skin crawl. There was graffiti covered all over the walls and satanic writings as if someone tried to perform rituals inside.

The second he said those words, a loud boom echoed throughout the house, causing Nia to jump and scream loudly. She grabbed Jaewon's left arm and held his hand tightly.

"Fuck this shit. This not what niggas do." She mumbled to herself about to turn around but Jaewon wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close to him.

"I won't let anything happen to you, I promise," He softly reassured her, kissing her forehead, calming her nerves a little.

Nia could feel her hands shake but nodded at his words anyway. The two continued to walk throughout the house, ignoring the sudden chills and gust of wind passing through them.

"I read up on this place. A lot of things happened in this house. A girl committed suicide in here, the owner of the house was killed in a car crash and any one who tried to buy the house after him had died shortly after. There were even a few rumors going around that he murdered people in this house on the second floor, and if you go into the basement, you can still hear the screams and pleas from the little kids who died. This house was even built on a massive cemetery of the soldiers who died in the Korean war. The house was abandoned in the 80's and anyone who visited the house had either become badly ill or died a few days later." Jaewon explained, walking further into the house.

"Now why the hell are you telling me this while we're already inside? You got me fucked up, Jaewon I like you a lot baby, but black people don't do this shit. I would've been fine going to your house to chill and watch a movie or something." Nia grumbled, stuffing her face in the taller mans jacket. Her words made him feel bad a little, he did drag her into the house after her constant pleas for him not to.

He gave her an apologetic smile, and tugged on her hand, leading her out of the building. Nia ran as fast as her legs could carry her, and jumped in the car. Jaewon laughed and jogged behind her, getting into the car as well and driving off.

"let's go get something to eat."

{few hours later}

"This is so good," Nia groaned as she took another big chunk out of her burger. It may not have been lady like for her to eat like a man in front of her crush on their first date but food is food and she was going to be the same person she was in school. Which is why everyone liked her so much.

"Y'know. I never got to compliment you on how good you looked." Jaewon stayed as he looked over her outfit. He liked how she didn't have to make such a huge effort to look good. She looked perfect in anything.

Most girls in the first date would wear a dress or a skirt but not Nia. Skirts and dresses weren't her thing. She liked to keep her outfits street yet simple.

"Boy this ain't nothing, this is light work." She joked, popping her imaginary collar, causing the boy in front of her to laughed. After a few seconds the laughter calmed down, and she stared back at him. "You look good too,". He had on a mean leather jacket, a white tee, blue skinny jeans and black doc martens. Something so effortless yet so sexy.

Jaewon blushed and looked at his plate of food shyly, muttering a small thank you. Nia really loved making him all flustered and shy, it was one of the cutest things ever.

"You like anime?" Nia asked, starting a new conversation, which sparked the interest of the boy in front of her.

Jaewon's eyes perked up at the question. "I love it! What's your favorite?"

Nia laughed, "How do you assume I like anime?"

"You wouldn't have asked me if I liked if it you didn't." He replied with a smile. Nia gave him a smug look and leaned back in his seat.

"My favorite is one punch man. Only, I don't like how Saitama has yet to find a worthy enough opponent butttttt in the second season Garou the monster is definitely my favorite."  She explained, stuffing fries in her face. Jaewon gave a thought to her words and nodded his head.

"My favorite is Kimetsu No Yaiba: Demon Slayer. I'm so invested into the characters, I know a lot about each one." Jaewon bashfully gushed. Nia smiled at his enthusiasm about the said anime.

To her, it was adorable how passionate he was about those type of things. When she was with her ex, he found anime weird and she could never watch it with him or around him because he always had something to say so it was refreshing to have someone with the same interests as you. It was a nice and comforting thing for a change.

“Y’know, I never really told you how much I truly liked you.” Jaewon stated, playing with his fries. He couldn’t look Nia in the face, but he knew that wasn’t an option because she pulled his face up to look at hers. 

“From the constant stares and love notes since 6th grade, I could tell. You should’ve said something sooner.” She joked, finishing the last of her burger. 

“You were in a relationship at the time that I was going to confess. I really didn’t want to get beat up by your big ass ex boyfriend.” He laughed but deep down, he was dead ass serious. Her ex boyfriend was the scariest person he and ever come across, and he knew he had to avoid Nia at all times until the time was right. It was a good thing they aren’t together anymore. 

“I’m really sorry if he caused you any kind of pain, I know how much of a bully he used to be. Despite the fact that he cheated on me, he was a shit head and only showed his feelings through anger which I fucking hated. I had to get the fuck away from his ass.” Nia explained before drinking the rest of her milkshake. Jaewon felt sorry for her, and he knew it was his duty to treat her right for as long as he could. 

“What matters now is you and I moving forward.” Jaewon smiled.

“Of course.”

[i-aint-tapped-out]

Please; part two

Idk how to tag this onto part one bc im on mobile butttttt here’s part two folks

———

“We’ll find him.”

“What?”

Davey wants

To die.

“We’re going to find him before they kill him. We’re gonna rescue him. Come on.”

Al stands up, but Davey stays down.

——-

Maybe it’s time to be angry.

“He was taken by the strongest anti-vampire society in New York, doll. We’re not gonna find him. If I’m lucky, I’ll find his shirt.”

“Don’t be pessimistic, we can do this.”

Davey stands.

———

“When did this become a “we” thing?”

“I-“

“You’re right. It didn’t. Let me grieve in peace.”

“It hasn’t even happened yet!”

“He was supposed to be here an hour ago, Al! Of course it’s happened!”

“You don’t know for a fact! What if-“

“Don’t finish that sentence, Albert Dasilva. I’m still hungry.”

———

Albert scoffs.

“What if you had a chance to rescue him, but you didn’t? That would make it your fau-“

Davey’s hand is holding Al by his shirt up against the wall. His voice has a growl even he’s never heard before.

“Stop. Before. You get. Hurt.”

———

“... I can’t let this happen.”

“You can’t stop what’s already happened.”

Albert struggles, and Davey focuses. Again.

“You nervous, doll? Are you scared?”

Albert swallows, and Davey follows the way his throat moves.

“Come on doll, answer me.”

Davey moves and quickly puts Albert’s wrists above his head.

“I’m scared for h-him, Davey. Let me go.”

But Davey can hear his heartbeat, and Al is lying.

“Relax, Al. You’ll forget about it soon.”

“What- David, doNT-“

And David bites him.

———

It’s funny, he’s only drank deer for the last 80 years.

Sarah got him to do it, she didn’t want him to be a murderer.

He’s missed this.

“Davey... Davey, please...”

He sucks harder, and though he can’t see it, Albert’s eyes flutter.

“Please... I’m getting dizzy...”

And now the tears. Davey can feel them hitting the back of his neck, and for a second he’s annoyed.

Albert’s gone almost limp.

“I’m s-sorry... Please, don’t-“

He drops Al, who’s knees buckle when his feet hit the floor.

———

When Albert’s safe on the couch, Davey checks his tattoo. His last tattoo. Him, Sarah, and Les has gotten a witch to do it for them. If one of them died, the tattoo would leave.

———

Sarah’s name had left, just like it should’ve.

And now Les’s.

———

He stalked back over to Albert.

He could finish him right now, if he wanted to.

There’s still a little bit of blood dripping out of his neck, and Davey licks it.

“D-Don’t-“

Albert is weak, but he’s trying to push Davey off of him

It’s not working.

If anything, it makes Davey want to do it more.

“Goodnight, doll.”

“No... no, please...”

Davey takes a long drink, and Albert is out.

———

He can hear his heartbeat fading.

Soon, it’ll be gone.

Davey doesn’t want to hear it when it does.

———

Maybe his building will be tall enough.

———

Al woke up slowly.

He wasn’t dizzy anymore, but he felt... light.

He stood up, and realized he wasn’t dead.

“Shit-“

The apartment was empty.

Albert was angry.

“DAVID!”

———

How was he supposed to find-

He could smell him.

Chocolate, blood. Old books. Albert raced up the steps with energy he’d never had before.

He didn’t want this.

He didn’t want this at all.

———

Davey was standing on the edge

His eyes were closed

He’d cut a thin line over the spot where Les’s name used to be

He’d wanted it to bleed

But it didn’t.

———

He’d thought about lighting himself on fire

But he didn’t have the nerve

So this would have to work.

He took a deep breath

Should it be his last?

Should he hold it as he fell?

He leaned forward-

———

Albert grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled him back off the edge

Davey hit the ground and got the air knocked out of him

“Why didn’t you kill me, David?”

Now he can breathe, and he gasps for it

“I’m going to have to watch my family die.”

Davey’s crying again

This is turning out to be a day

“It’s not that bad. But you don’t get used to it.”

———

Albert pulls him up, and suddenly he’s the one being pressed against the wall.

Albert shoves him again, and again, and again

Davey just keeps crying

“Why would you do that? Why would you do this?”

Davey brings his hands up to wipe his eyes but Al pins them to the wall by his head

“How does that feel? Do you know how scared I was!? Do you know how scared I am?!”

“Leave me alone! Shut up!”

“Make me, asshole!”

———

Davey used to be able to get out

Easy

But Al’s stronger then him now

So he just squirms

And cries

“I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t do it anymore I’m sorry I just want to stop-“

His legs are all shaky

“Just let me jump. Let me try. Let me go. Let me go let me go let me g o-“

———

Albert hugs him

And they both sink to the ground

Albert is confused, and sad, but his anger is leaving

Davey can’t do emotions at the moment

He doesn’t want them

But he clings to Albert and cries

———

“I can’t let you do that.”

He’s sniffling. It’s pathetic. 323 years old, and he hasn’t felt this much in decades

“Why?”

He hates the way his voice sounds, and he groans.

“You’re punishing me, aren’t you, doll.”

“No. No, baby. I’m not punishing you.”

“Could you? Would you? Please?”

Is he begging?

Yes.

“Please, doll. Hurt me.”

———

And Al wants to.

He really wants to.

But he won’t.

“No. I can’t. Come on.”

He pulls David up, and drags him, stumbling, to the stairs.

“I don’t want to- let me jump, Al, let me go-“

“No. Come on.”

“Where are we going?”

———

“We’re going to find my dad. And my brothers.”

“And then what?”

Davey stumbles again, and almost falls down the stairs. That wouldn’t be so bad.

Al rolls his eyes and throws Davey over his shoulder. He couldn’t do this before. Now he can.

“You’re gonna turn them. And we’re gonna be your new family.”

———

Davey likes the sound of that.

“Are you gonna tell them I almost killed you?”

“No, baby.”

“Can I get down now?”

“No, baby.”

They reach the street, and Albert throws him in the car.

“Stay still.”

He buckles him in

“Thanks doll.”

Davey winks, and Al rolls his eyes

———

“Can I kiss you?”

Albert sighs.

“Yeah, baby.”

———

and yeah yall thats the end thanks for sticking with me through my writing dump

[gilbertandanne]

More (Than That) is honestly so fucking good. I think I forgot how much of an amazing writer you are cause it’s been awhile since you wrote and posted fanfic but oh man you placed me so deep into my feels it’s insane. Turns out you’re so talented and on point no matter what fandom you’re writing for. I could genuinely see it all so clearly, the characterization was spectacular that I could hear and see them doing what you were describing. I hope you do turn it into a series. I loved it.

It’s been soooooo long since I’ve posted anything, anon.  So so so long.  I think that’s one reason why it took me like a week to edit it.  I am/was so rusty. 

Thank you so much for these kind words.  I had gotten into my own head about it...so much so that I didn’t get much sleep last night, but I saw this in my inbox this morning and it made my day much more bearable.

I’m working on a second part.  It’s mostly AU, but it pulls from things that happen in “The Convention” and “Initiation”.  I’m not sure how I’m going to go about posting it because the first part was like 12k words and this part is going to be like 3-4k (at least this first draft is), so I feel like it’ll look wonky if I have something a lot shorter behind this insanely long one shot, but I guess I’ll figure it out once I have something to post.

I’m not sure if it’ll turn into a series as I told myself I wouldn’t get into writing another multi-chapter, butttttt....it’s so tempting with the angst that’s in the show in season three.  I feel like “Phyllis’ Wedding” is a little carrot that’s being dangled in front of me right now bc I’d loveeeee to tackle the scene where Jim and Karen are dancing and Pam looks at them, and then Jim looks at her...gahhhhhhh.  

But then I’d have to write Karen into this and idkkkkkk.

Anyway, probably more than you wanted to know, but thank you again for saying these kind things.  You’ve made this jaded amateur writer feel a little bit better.