#liza fics

[qulizalfos]

cosmic on ao3 - chapter 1/2

“You—” Will starts, head automatically shooting up to where Mike’s head peers around the door, headphones slung over one ear, hair cut short the way Will was used to before a week of flurry and unspoken panic and reckless driving and air stale with dread and Nevada sun bright like drying paint on his hunched shoulders, dancing in his eyes, but I— I don’t believe it. Will, spilling his guts in a mess of half truths swallowed by the desert rolling steadily past the windows. Barren, ochre-yellow nothing by the mile, perforated here and there with skeletal shrubs. “Sorry, I thought you were Jonathan.” “That’s a new one.” “What, are you keeping track?” Mike huffs out a sharp laugh, eyebrows raising. He’s pretty. God, he’s really pretty. “Obviously.” - or: a bipartite examination of the preservation of heartbreak (and love)

. i have nothing to say for myself

[kissbyoon]

( 🐚 ) . ݁₊ “CLINGY”

╰┈ clingy boyfriend mingyu headcannons!

₍ 𝑓𝘵. ₎ 𓈒 민규 ˶ fluff, est. relationship * skinship, kissing, (lmk if more) ⎯⎯ ^^꒱ ✦ bf!mingyu x f!reader

♪ A/N : I think we all know how shy and down bad gyu would be for his s/o~ | @wonkierideul ^^

Clingybf!mingyu who claims to be 'the kissing monster' so he could shower you with kisses and no complaints.

Shybf!mingyu who, whenever finds you laying down in bed, would snuggle close to you and take your hand to rest it on his head, silently asking for head pats.

Clingybf!mingyu who swears there is a monster in your shared bedroom's closet when you both have an argument and you tell him to sleep on the couch, so he insists on sleeping next to you so he could 'protect' (cuddle) you.

Clingybf!mingyu who would follow you to the bathroom in the mornings when you dare to take your warmth away from him; the only thing stopping him from doing so—you.

Clingybf!mingyu whose love language, no doubt, is physical touch—but another one, only reserved for you, is gift-giving.

Clingybf!mingyu who cannot go a day on tour without facetiming you, or atleast, hearing your voice. “It's you that keeps me happy all day, but now that you're not here, your voice does!”

Clingybf!mingyu who would sulk all day if you couldn't reply or call him, only to facetime you with a pout and unshed tears in his eyes. (he misses you)

Clingybf!mingyu who, as much as he loves your personal space, would never go overboard if you don't want him to.

Clingybf!mingyu who doesn't believe actions speak louder than words. Because for him, both of them speak loud if it's genuine and full of love.

Clingybf!mingyu who never misses a chance to flirt or compliment you, with a kiss on your hand or cheek.

Clingybf!mingyu who has so much love to give, and he is beyond grateful to be loved back the same way he loves, by you.

@kissbyoon ⌕ ۫ all rights reserved/copying strictly prohibited. @kstrucknet!

[plusultraetc]

I'm so sorry but ever since that teen Hawks page was translated on twitter I can't stop thinking about it. like. Mera treated him like a person. he was assigned to Hawks when he was already a teenager. did no one treat him like a person before then? was it such an uncommon occurrence that it seemed special when someone did? I mean, they didn't even let him have a person's name. they gave him a hero name, and to the HPSC, that was the name of a tool. of a product. they basically bought a child and treated him so coldly that Mera stood out to him because he treated him like a person. the bars of my enclosure.

[maxybabyy]

as i lean towards madness - for @thattropeyouhate fest 🧡 max/daniel | 7k | mature

The flower pushes into his mouth stem first, rough and clumsy, like a baby in breech. It sits awkwardly on his tongue. The petals feel odd in his mouth, waxy and stiff, the stem poking against his teeth. Daniel is slow to spit it out, eases it with a finger to make sure it doesn’t break. It looks smaller in his palm, hidden almost by the curl of his fist. He thinks he knew, maybe, that it was going to be a tulip. He knows that Max doesn’t have opinions on flowers. Daniel doesn’t either, but at least like this, it feels real. Feels like – like Max.

[ladespeinada]

Si te quiere de verdad Y te da felicidad Te deseo lo más bueno pa' los dos

//

If they really love you And bring you happiness Then I wish you both the very best “Before the Next Teardrop Falls” · Freddy Fender

[treasuredplanet]

having a great idea for an au literally no one but you knows about

[smiledog15578]

I've never been a good writer but I finally said fuck it and now I'm posting these little angst snippets from months ago sorry if it sucks

Btw the "maybe" was me trying to think up fic scenarios with my friends and I LOL

[liza-writes-jemily]

soft and sweet: Emily Prentiss is not soft and sweet. She's a hard shell, rough around the edges. She has never known soft and sweet. or: Emily doesn't know how to love. JJ teaches her.

[pinkmarbella2050]

Its You I Welcome Death With: Chapter 3

Apologies that this is a day late, guys - I was flat out exhausted yesterday - but even more good news!

The third and final chapter of Its You I Welcome Death With is finally out!

This fic was so much fun to write and I have so many other AUs that I wanna explore for Season 2 and other seasons. Thank you all so much for reading and sticking around, and I hope you'll check out some of my other works.

Your Author, Marbella. <3

Tag List:

@cc-tinslebee, @rockonfishboy and @kokorofiles.

[castlephantom]

One interesting thing about the lost comic Lament of Innocence is that we also original characters:

The concept of a vampire huntress rescuing her so to-be-husband is pretty intresting aspect(since the comic was released in 2007-2008 before Order of Ecclesia when Shanoa was introduced), but she dies after she fought with Leon against Joachim. (At first when I found the name Liza I read as Lisa because of one later and the similarity of their names)

Justine was mentioned by Rinaldo but not by her name. If someone miraculously finds the lost comic, we could have chance to know her as well. The idea to bring her back by Succubus is literally how to traumatize a parent to kill his child again. We don't know how old she is but I prefer Justine as a teenager.

Bianca is the first parent of an antagonist to be introduced in the series, but I have a headcanon that Walter's hair and (maybe) the eyes color inherited from his mother. I like to imagine about her personality at this point that she was kind, but also uncaring due to her marriage with unknown husband that was cruel and possibily didn't care of her child anymore during the pregnancy and her soul was sacrificed so Walter can live (so we at least we know that Walter was born cursed due to that situation).

Volks was Bianca's servant but is a theory that the became the Forgotten One in the comic (but that giagantic creature is said that was created by humans). Exist only one possibility: some sorcerers capture Volks and used him to create the Forgotten One and one day Walter capture the creature that once served his mother. I like to think that Volks betrayed Bianca and her husband out of nowhere and some years later after Walter capture and finds out from the memory that Golem keep it that the creature was once a human and served his mother and as the punishment the vampire imprisoned the creature in Prison of Eternal Torture.

[qulizalfos]

hi are we still discussing the possibility of mikes vecna vision because i had an annoying thought that wouldnt go away so here we are .

edit: posted the fic<3

[kissbyoon]

(📷) . ݁₊ “HOME”

╰┈ Seungcheol is your home; your comfort and happiness.

₍ 𝑓𝘵. ₎ 𓈒 승철 ˶ fluff, est. rs, comfort * skinship, cheol being too real, petnames (baby, love, hun) ⎯⎯ 1.9k ꒱ ✦ husband!csc x wife&fem!r

♪ A/N : first fic on this blog !! happy new year <3

After what felt like a minute of holding your breath in—you finally breathe a sigh of relief, in disbelief that the project you had been working on for more than six months was complete. All complete.

The project that caused you to do constant night shifts, sometimes even all alone when your colleagues left early, those exhausting hours of work that resulted in you not being able to give enough time to your husband—Seungcheol, was finally complete.

Only the fact that it was Seungcheol, saved you from multiple fights that couples go through, when one can't find the time to give their significant other.

You're grateful. Beyond grateful.

Leaning back in your chair, you throw your arms in the air with contentment, letting out a squeal as you do so.

“Finally,” you couldn't help the grin forming on your face, brightening your face features.

However, as you took the time to look around in search of a colleague to share this happy moment with, your grin immediately dropped.

“Everyone left?” Sighing, you glanced at your watch. It indeed was too late, it shouldn't be a surprise that everyone had left.

You were so focused on completing your project—determined to get it done before the deadline—that you can't even remember when your colleagues left.

You rose from your seat, piling up all the paper works and placing them neatly on your table by the corner, before taking your phone to call Seungcheol—only to frown as it didn't turn on.

“Huh? I had it switched off this whole time?” Confused and slightly panicked, you turn your phone on—now concerned as the screen flashed with text messages from Seungcheol and 10+ missed calls.

Without wasting a second, you immediately call Seungcheol, taking your bag as you make your way out of your department office.

Weirdly enough, Seungcheol wasn't picking up your calls, causing you to stress even more. He did say he would be working for late hours today, but he had tried calling you just an hour ago.

As you reached the elevator, you let out a loud groan at the sight of an ‘out of service' sign.

A million dollar company? Sounded more like a joke to you right now.

You had to take the stairs, Seungcheol didn't pick up the call, he would be working late hours, you'd have to go home alone at this hour, and last but something that leaves you devastated the most—having to sleep on the cold bed that lacked his warmth.

‘Thanks, life.’ you could only think to yourself, your soft footsteps echoing with each step you took down the stairs.

Reaching the bottom floor, you breathe a sigh of relief at the sight of the bright city illuminated with lights, the road filled with cars passing by in front of you.

As you step out of the building, you're immediately hit with the cool breeze of the freezing winter, causing you to hug yourself tightly.

You're always thankful that your company building is located at the centre of the city, meaning you never have to worry about going home late at night.

But today, even this breath-taking view of the city couldn't make your day better or make your eyes shine with awe. Because you know whom you need and he wasn't here with you at this moment.

You just wanted a kiss from him, wanted to hear ‘you did a great job today, baby, I'm so proud of you’ from him, wanted to spend the rest of the night with him, and just wanted him.

Sighing, you take slow but steady steps towards somewhere—you just wanted to take a little stroll before going home, because the one you wanted to see so much right now wouldn't be there when you enter the comfort of your home anyway.

Because the comfort of your home was Seungcheol. Without him, your house just felt like an empty, cool space you really don't feel like living in.

After a few minutes of walking, you stand by a bridge, admiring the view of the calmy flowing river. Indeed, it was too beautiful to resist—causing you to smile finally.

“What's got my baby so smiley?” The voice and the man you recognised right away cooed, carrying a hint of amusement that only you could pick up, followed by his strong arms wrapping around your waist so gently.

Immediately turning around, your face brightens, your lips curling up into the happiest grin that was only reserved for him.

“Cheollie!!” You swear you sounded like an excited child chirping over an ice cream, but you couldn't care less because Seungcheol was in front of you right now. Throwing your arms around his neck, you hugged him tightly.

Maybe too tightly because even Seungcheol couldn't return the hug with the energy you had.

“I think this is enough, love,” he laughed when you refused to let go even after a minute. One of his hands rubbed your back while the other tried to hug you back with the same energy you were hugging him.

“No, it's never enough.” You were quick to defend, immediately shaking your head as you only tighten your grip around him more.

“Hm, let me guess. You missed me too much?” he teased with an intention to get a reaction out of you, only to fold immediately when you nodded so genuinely.

“A little too much.” Finally pulling back from the hug, you look him in the eye with a pout. He softens, his eyes looking at you so intently as he pulls out his hand to hold your face.

“I’m here now, and I love you,” his voice was low and soft, as if it was only meant for you to hear. “But why were you working overnight again? Didn't your boss tell you that you would have a break today?”

Seungcheol was indeed right—your boss had informed your department that the employees can take a day off, except for the ones working on the recent project. This included you and four others, but you had to revise it all over again, which meant you had to stay overnight anyways.

“It wasn't for the ones working on the project,” Seungcheol’s eyebrow immediately furrowed, his expression unpleasant.

“Who is he? Who does he think he is—”

“Cheol, he's my boss.”

He pouted at that, and you let out a giggle.

“Well, unfortunately.” He rolled his eyes, waving his hand in the air—always more than happy to let you know that he despises your boss.

“I always told you, I'm a better CEO and boss than him, with a better company and a better income.” There he goes again, not leaving a chance to convince you to join his company.

“Cheol, hun, we talked about this.” you say, referring to the fact that working in his presence would be difficult for you. Not because he is distracting— No, screw that, he is distracting. You don't like to think that you’d have to work properly, aware of the fact that Seungcheol is in his office, just a hallway away from you, and you wouldn't be able to just run there to hug or kiss him.

He is that distracting.

“Hmph, fine. You love me so much, it's difficult to work in my presence—I get it!” Crossing his arms, he spoke in his pouty manner.

“Oh!” Your eyes widened, remembering the fact that the project causing you (Seungcheol) to go crazy, was finally all done. “I have good news!”

Seungcheol's hand paused mid-air, his eyes dramatically widening—the way you could basically see through him and what he was thinking, you couldn't help but let out a laugh.

This was not how he planned to know about this good news.

“W-what good news…? Why are you laughing?” He whispered, his face speaking out loud—he wanted to hear that.

Seungcheol seemed confused but eager to know the “good news" as your body trembled with laughter. The thought of him being nervous yet so giddy over something that's, unfortunately, not the case, made you want to squish his cheeks.

Finally taking control over your laugh, you let your intrusive thoughts win—reaching out to hold his soft cheeks in your hands, squishing them together.

“No, baby, that's not what I meant,” you look at him with an amused smile as you notice the shift in his expression—now, embarrassed but a hint of smile played on his lips.

He avoided your eyes and hung his head low, cheeks dusted with a bright shade of pink.

Tilting your head, you try to look at him in the eyes, smiling. “Or perhaps you really wanted me to be…”

“No, no,” he shook his head, letting out a chuckle, taking your heads in his. “Forget about that! Tell me what you wanted to say?”

“I completed it.”

“Completed? Completed what, hun?”

“Your most hatest, the project that was causing headaches.” The way Seungcheol’s face immediately brightened, a gasp escaping his mouth.

“Really!?”

“Really!”

Seungcheol kept himself from squealing with excitement right in front of everyone, and instead trapped you in his arms (hugged you), and spinned you around with the brightest smile.

“Cheol! Put me down!” You laughed, and he did, leaning forward to peck both of your cheeks.

“Does that mean you finally get paid leaves? Oh my god?” Exaggerating, the man in front of you covered his mouth and gasped. You hit him lightly on the shoulder.

“I will! You hate that company so much?”

“I do.”

“Me too.” You mumbled, turning around as you rested your elbow on the guardrail.

“You hate your own company? Then stop working there! Why are you there anyway?” He followed, intertwining his fingers with yours.

“Money, cheol, money.” You shoot him a look, followed by a laugh. He chuckled, but his eyes were focused on how the city lights enhance your beauty by far more.

“Which is something I make everyday, and it is more than your boss’s monthly income.” Him and his internal arguments with your boss never failed to make you burst into laughter.

“Hm, why do you hate him though?” Amused, but curious, you ask. He cocks his head to the side and scoffs.

“Why wouldn't I? Just because he is the boss doesn't mean he doesn't have to do anything. He can't rely on his employees for every damn work, and expect them to do it at light speed.” He sighed, rolling his eyes.

His rant went on and on, and you listened to him patiently—your smile never leaving your face as you stared at him.

“What is he, a man in his sixties?” he took a deep breath, huffing with disappointment.

“Cheol?” You called out, wrapping your hands around his arm, looking up at him.

“Hm?” He shifted his eyes on you, waiting for you to continue.

“Did you know? I love you.” Resting your chin on his shoulder, you told him that so sweetly, he had to pause for a moment to process it.

It wasn't like you and him didn't shower each other with ‘I love you' every single minute, but something about you taking your time to say it so sweetly and lovingly—the sincerity and love in your eyes visibly clear—it had an effect on him even after years of being with you.

“W-well,” he cleared his throat, looking away from your gaze. “I love you too. No, more.”

“Yeah? How much more?”

“Definitely more than your boss’s daily salary.” Again, you burst into a fit of laughter—followed by Seungcheol’s giggles and pleading for you to quiet down.

And this is what you mean, when you say he is your home.

@kissbyoon ⌕ ۫ all rights reserved/copying strictly prohibited.

[plusultraetc]

I ended up having way too many unfinished fics to choose from for Shinsou's birthday, none of which were ao3-ready, so have this extra long snippet of my beloved ice cream shop au that I've spent way too much time on for a fic that might never actually get posted 😭

(the context here is that Shinsou & Kaminari are trying to get erasermic together, but Kaminari didn't know he was trying to set his teacher up with the music store guy bc he's only heard about him from Shinsou)

[drunkonimagination]

do you have any favourite thomastair fics? id prefer ones that fit w the book canon, but anything is ok!

hii anon! first off, forgive the delay but studying is taking me more time than expected and lately being active on here has become more challenging than i thought 🫠 anyway! yep, absolutely! i’m gonna recommend you my all-time favourites and they’re all canon compliant! (despite the first one follows the events of the first two books only):

- don’t say you love me by @all-this-panic-still-no-disco

- breathe by @vwritesaus

- what's in a kiss? (by any other touch would feel just as sweet) by @vwritesaus

and i commented properly on each fic (and recommended others as well) on my insta highlights if you’re interested! here have the link!

p.s. i must admit that i’ve missed a lot of post-chot fics and i have some on my to-read list (which will be absolutely acknowledged once time and energy allow me to), so keep your eyes peeled for future recommendations! ✨

[101flavoursofweird]

Preview:

“I was twelve when she died,” Ernest muttered. “Did the Dragons tell you that—?”

“Yes! And they told me they’ve been looking for you for years—“

“Well, they didn’t look hard enough, did they?” (Maybe he hadn’t wanted to be found, but Kat didn’t need to know that.)

His last words seemed to strike a cord with Kat. She stared at him.

Surely she, of all people, should understand?

“I have money, resources and power now, Miss…” Ernest reached for her hand. “I’ll help you find your father—“

Their fingers brushed for a millisecond. Kat pulled away as if he had given her an electric shock. (As if he would ever dream of hurting her…)

“You… you could have helped me anyway!” she snapped.

-From a Bad End(?) LMJ AU, where Ernest’s plans to ruin the Dragons succeeded

[wayward-sherlock]

homesick ask game !!

in honor of homesick coming out sometime in the near future (and also bc im SO excited) here’s a small ask game for it <3

🌨️ what is homesick about?

💫 out of context snippet!

🌌 what inspired this fic?

☕️ when or where is it set?

🫂 what are [insert number] emojis that describe homesick? (hint: look at these ones!)

🚬 who can we expect to see in this fic?

🍂 what’s a lyric that sums up the fic?

🌲 an ask of your choice!

BONUS:

🎵 pick a number 1-60 and i’ll tell you what song in the playlist that is!