#my first fanfic

[ashleyfilm]

Seeing Clearly

Hi Everyone, this is my first fan fiction. I love Joel Miller and Pedro and I just wanted to write something about him/them. I was inspired by the many many many fantastic fics I've read and all their writers. You all are amazing. I don't know what I'm doing so, if I do something wrong, please let me know and I'll adjust. Please leave comments, I'd love to know your thoughts. And if you feel inclined to reblog, that would be so nice.

Chapter Warnings: violence, cursing, gore, blood. (There Will Be Smut, eventually) Minors - DNI

Characters: Jackson!Joel Miller x F!Reader Plus Size. I will give her some physical descriptions because she is me for this one but I've taken to writing her and You (Reader) so hopefully you can still imagine yourself. Black hair, glasses, tattoos, big body, wears dark clothes, won't stop talking, a little annoying. Joel is tv show Jackson Joel.

Story Summary: Joel just saved your life, begrudgingly. He doesn't know exactly why but he brings you back to Jackson and you ingratiate yourself into his very small circle and his life. This takes place after season 1 of TLOU and season 2 doesn't exist in my brain because no.

Chapter Summary: Joel saves your life and takes you back to Jackson.

Chapter 1: Him.

It all happens so fast. You step on that fallen fucking branch and it snaps. It feels so loud in the eerie quiet of the forest, like an explosion. Your heart almost burst in your chest, and the clicker you were hiding from, praying would pass you by, turns on the stumps left of its heels and comes towards you. Its limbs flailing, but at a speed that seems impossible. Next, you’re on the ground, pushing the things’ rotting neck and shoulders as hard as you can to keep its snapping jaws from your face, when suddenly, with the sound of a shot, the head splinters, and bloody debris falls onto the skin of your face as the clicker’s strength weakens and its weight falls against you.

Your brain can’t catch up with what is happening as the corpse is lifted off you and the sound of a man’s voice starts to come through as if you’re hearing it under water. ��ANSWER ME!” You finally make out the words, “WERE YOU BIT?” You find your voice, shaky but still strong, matching the man’s intensity, “I DON’T KNOW.” You hear him sigh, almost as if he’s irritated rather than fearful. You still can’t see him clearly, the viscera of brain matter from the clicker being shot above you still blurring your vision, along with the loss of your black framed glasses that helped you see, even if the prescription wasn’t exactly right. Damnit, where are they now? You wipe your face as best you can and move your mass of black hair streaked with gray out of the way as the man, who you can now see is large, broad shouldered, only being able to make out his shape without your glasses. He grabs at your collar and moves your head from side to side to check your face and neck, and then pulls you up to a standing position. You’re weak on your legs after the, let’s face it, near fucking death experience you just had, and reach out to the man, grabbing his hand for balance, after you seem steady and not a second before, he pulls his hand back and squeezes his fist like you burned him. Okay, man, just trying not to fall over again.

“Roll up your sleeves and show me your hands and arms, both sides. NOW!” You do just that. His brow furrows at the site of the tattoos covering your arms, like he’s wondering how you got them all, and trying to figure out if it was before the world ended, or after. How old you would have been, and if you could have gotten them all before. You can see the gears turning, then it seems he finally deems you unbitten and therefore not an immediate threat, but certainly not safe. “What are you doing out here alone, where are your people?” He says while looking around him, checking his six or whatever the fuck, you wonder if he was in the military or something, he seems like a soldier but also like maybe the Jason Borne kind. You never got to see the sequel they announced before it all happened, sequels usually sucked anyway. God, you miss movies.

“What is wrong with you, kid, you got brain damage? Answer my questions,” the man says, still more irritated with you than anything else. Kid? You’re fucking 40. Whatever. “Um, no brain damage that I know of, but I have a theory that I had an undiagnosed concussion as a teenager, um, but I’m out here trying to not get eaten by clickers, or raiders, or murdered, or worse and trying not to starve. Also, no people. I have no people.” You ramble quickly and the man sighs, AGAIN. You look down and see a rough black outline in the grass below and- “Oh, thank fuck.”

You reach down, clean them off on the part of your black long sleeved shirt that doesn’t have blood or clicker gunk on it and put them on with a long sigh of relief, “Do you know how hard it was to find glasses that actually helped me see and hold onto them and not break them in this shit show of an existence…” another sigh of relief as you open your eyes to finally look at the man who saved your life and already seems like he wants to take it back from you and Holy shit. He’s hot, there’s no other way to put it. He’s the hottest person you’ve ever seen on planet earth, and you’ve just ran your goddamn smart mouth like a fucking moron this entire time. Without the decency to be quiet and nervous in front of, again, THE HOTTEST PERSON YOU HAVE EVER SEEN. You choke on your own thoughts and wide-eyed look into his eyes, they’re chocolate brown and filled with life and emotion, he’s gruff and scary but his eyes…god, they betray him. His hair is just below his ears, curled and brown with slices of gray throughout. His face is worn, scarred, like he’s been through shit, you know because you have too. His nose is like a roman god’s, aquiline and fucking beautiful. He’s got a patchy beard the same two colors as his curly hair and his lips are full and pouty with a mustache and you wonder how it would scratch if he put his mouth on your neck. Wait, what the fuck. I mean he’s hot but instantly thinking of him kissing your neck… relax bitch.

He clears his throat, looking at you like you have two heads and sighs. He really likes to sigh. Then he finally speaks in a stern but soft voice, “Okay, look, don’t know why, but I believe you when you say you’re alone, your eyes look like you haven’t eaten in a few days, that true?” You nod and he seems relieved that you don’t start speaking again, so you stick with it and stay silent. His southern drawl continues, “I come from a community. If you want, I’ll take ya there. Food, shelter, medical. You gotta contribute and you gotta behave. Might want to watch that smart mouth of yours until people start trustin’ you, or maybe forever.” You look at him, tears threatening to fall, turning away to shield him or yourself, you’re not sure. Food. Shelter. Medical. My god how is this possible. He takes this time to look away from you and retrieve jerky from his pack which he holds out for you, and you take it. “Thank you...” you say in the quietest voice you think you’ve ever used realizing you don’t know his name. “Joel, name’s Joel Miller.” He nods and points his head in the direction he wants you to walk. Looking at your hair he says, “C’mon Ash,” and he follows just behind you. What you don’t see is the uptick of his lip on one side that reveals a dimple you’ve yet to witness on his beautiful face and his eyes linger on you for far too long when he should be watching your surroundings. That’s what you don’t see.

[phoebepheebsphibs]

Hello! Sorry to bother you, but the pictures in "Hide and Seek" on AO3 seem to have broken, and I can't find them on your tumblr. Would you please fix it, if you can? Thank you either way!

So I just checked and you're right, for some reason the illustrations aren't showing up (tho I could see the cover art at the beginning)

This is weird, and I'll try to see what I can do about it...

In the meantime, here's the illustrations thus far!

[cutiecusp]

Baby, I'm your man.

Part two to Edge of Heaven. Read this first if you'd like, I don't make the rules 💓

https://www.tumblr.com/cutiecusp/748001595753742336/edge-of-heaven?source=share

Thank you all so so much for the love! Best friend Simon has my heart, totally.

Warnings. These two idiots act on it. So smut. P in V, oral, feelings. Unedited. Written in about 30 mins this time ;) MDNI, it may be a little long as I kinda wanna make it a wrapped up second part and not three, sorry!!!!

Best friend Simon and Reader have confessed feelings, cue one steamy car ride home. (Lyrics highlighted in pink)

You relaxed into Simons arms as he deepened the kiss, his tongue gently probing your mouth, forcing a moan from your lips, followed by a gasp as his lips trailed across your jaw and down your neck.

"Such pretty sounds, love. All for me?" Simon asks, teasingly. His hand gently moves up your thigh, fingertips tracing circles around your soft skin.

The pad of his thumb pushes your legs apart, and he sees just how much the night has affected you.

"So fucking wet already, love?" He teases, dragging a gentle finger over your lacy knickers.

"At this rate I'm not sure we will even make it home."

You try and shut your legs, embarrassment flushing over you, but Simon held you open a little longer.

"So good, so divine, baby, wanna take you here..." he murmurs, watching your arousal completely soak the fabric in his hand.

"But... I kinda wanna take my time with you." He pulls away, and puts his hands back on the wheel.

"Give me five minutes to get us home, love. Then I'll be your man." He starts up the engine and gives you a heated look.

He pulls back onto the main road, your heart pounding in your chest. Simon had been your biggest secret crush for years, and tonight was the night that you were gonna act on it.

You press your legs together, trying to ease the pressure off your sensitive folds.

"Simon.. I.. " You start, but you can't find the words to explain. You pause, and try again.

"Simon.. I.. This isn't a one time thing for me." You manage to croak out. Your face crimson as you put your feelings out on the table.

Simon simply smiles and nods.

"I know love, me too."

💗

He pulls up to the house and you waste no time getting out of the car and fishing your keys out of your tiny sparkly clutch.

Simon boxes you in, broad arms either side of you as he presses his body against yours, you can feel his erection strain through his jeans and press into your stomach as he claims another soul wrenching kiss from you. His hands run through your hair, and you whimper as his lips find that sweet spot under your ear.

"Simon, neighbours... don't need to be giving them a free show." You gasp between breaths.

Simon chuckles and takes the keys out of your shaking hands and manages to get the door open.

You kick off your heels and let out an explicit moan as your feet hit the carpet.

"Should I be jealous of the carpet, sweetheart?" Simon asks, before pulling your body close into his.

"I can't tell you how long I've waited for you to say yes." He adds, surprising you.

"Me? I thought we.. you didn't wanna.." You splutter, your wide eyes meeting his.

"Then I guess we are both idiots." Simon laughs.

"I've wanted you for years." He admits, and wraps his arms around your waist, your soft body flush with his hard chest.

"Last chance love. You can back out now, no hard feelings."

You pause, and really look at him. Golden cropped hair frames his features, a few scars scattered across his face from his occupation. Freckles from the last holiday you had together was still smattered over the bridge of his nose, and his gaze was intense.

"Never wanted anything more." You admit softly, and the air gets pulled out of your lungs as he lifts you and carries you to the bedroom.

💗

Laying you down gently, he presses another kiss to your lips before tugging your dress down, exposing the fact you had forgone a bra, and your pointed nipples met the cool summer air.

Simon lets out a breath between his teeth.

"Fucking gorgeous love." He admires, his fingers trailing down your chest and over your sensitive skin. You keen under his touch, his calloused fingers rough against your skin only adding to the pleasure.

"More, Simon... please." You insist, arching your back, your eyes squeezed shut. You heard a chuckle as his hands trail down your body.

"Patience, love. I.. I'm not a small man. Gotta prep you first." He admits sheepishly.

You open your eyes and prop yourself on your elbows.

"Prep how-?" You ask, as you see Simon leave the bed.

Pulling your hips to the end of the bed, he kneels before you.

"Told you before. Taking you to heaven, like the song in the car." He says before peeling your soaked panties off and pressing kisses into your thighs, leaving teeth marks you know you'll be feeling tomorrow.

His lips trail a pattern up your legs, heading to your creamy pussy, arousal already dripping from your folds onto the sheets below.

"Fuck me, sweetheart. Practically begging for it." He teases, before he places his lips on your clit, tracing his tongue over your sensitive bud.

Your hands find his hair as you pull him closer, rocking your hips against his face while chanting his name. His hands pulled away from your hips and, with one hand, kept you spread open, and the other moved to between your legs.

He looked up at you, cloudy lust filled eyes met yours as he gently pressed against your soaked entrance.

"Wanna get you nice and ready for me love." You hear him tell you as he slides two of his fingers inside you, completely stealing your breath away.

"So bloody tight, gonna suffocate my cock." He moaned, pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh before scissoring his fingers, stretching you a little more each time.

You were seeing stars as you felt his fingers stretch you, but when his mouth circled back to your clit, white light hit behind your eyelids and you heard yourself begging for something, for everything, for more.

"Simon.. please." You beg, your voice hoarse as you let out another whimper that was trapped in the back of your throat.

"Wanna see your pretty face as you come, love. Want you to come on my fingers." Simon practically purrs as his fingers create a delicious tempo as his tongue circles your clit and down to his fingers repeatedly.

Your legs start to shake, and your cheeks flush, you feel a pressure building up in your lower stomach, and you close your eyes as it becomes too much.

You feel him pull away completely, and open your eyes in defiance.

"Eyes on me love." Simon says gruffly. You nod, and don't dare look away as he slips his fingers back inside you, and begins kitten licking your sensitive skin, before sucking on your clit with a little roughness,his stubble making your thighs burn.

You reach the pinnacle quicker than you imagined, with the mixture of Simons tongue and fingers, you coat his fingers and chin in your slick, and your hands search for him as he makes his way up your body, placing kisses on your stomach and chest, before moving up to your mouth, the taste of you on his lips.

💗

Simon lies next to you on the bed, brushing your hair from your face. He smiles down at you, and trails a hand back down your body.

"Ready for me, sweetheart?" He asks, resting his hand on your knee.

You nod and pull him in for a kiss, your arms wrapping around his shoulders. He leaves the bed, and removes his jeans. Your face drops as you understand what he means. The man is huge.

"I.. uh.. I.. " You splutter, as Simon laughs. Kneeling on the bed, he nudges your legs open with his.

"I promise I'll make it good for you, love." He whispers against your jaw as he places sloppy kisses down your neck, before slowly pushing in.

You rock your hips against his, and feel every inch press deep inside you. Your whimpers and the sound of skin on skin are the only noises in the room.

"God, you feel so fucking good, love." Simon pants, as he bottoms out. Your nails dig into his shoulders as you feel a delicious burn as he stretches you out fully.

"Simon.. faster, fuck me.. please." You beg, wrapping your legs around his broad waist. You try rolling your hips against his to ease some of the friction, but he holds you still, his lips just inches from yours.

"Easy love. Wouldn't want to hurt you." He protests, but you have other ideas as you dig your heels into the small of his back.

"Simon bloody Riley, I've been waiting years for you. Fuck. Me. Harder." You demand, using your heels as leverage.

"Fine. You want it harder love?" He asks, shifting his weight so he's able to spread your legs apart. Leaning his head forward, you feel him spit on your clit, and rub it in lazy circles, making your eyes roll.

"Since my girl asked so. Fucking. Nicely." He pants, snapping his hips all the way to the brim of your pussy. The pace set your teeth on edge, your breasts became unrestricted as Simon ripped the bodice down to your hips, as his thrusts became faster, he used the scrap of clothing to keep you in place, as he pounds into you, over and over.

"This pretty cunt is mine. Understood?" Simon asks as the quick pace makes you humbly nod. Over and over he thrusts deeply into you, rubbing your g spot as he pulls back.

"Words. Love. You know I need to hear it."

You manage to look at him and nod. "Yeah, Simon. Yours.. " You gasp out.

He keeps up a bullying pace until you feel the tightening of another orgasm starting to build up in your stomach.

"Simon, fuck. M'gonna come." You warn him, your cheeks flushed with exertion, your legs aching. You shudder as you feel your pussy grip Simons cock,coating him in your climax, and you watch as Simon throws his head back with a growl, and you feel ropes of come paint your insides.

He collapses on your chest, throughly spent. You brush his hair off his forehead and smile up at him.

"If you're gonna do it, do it right, do it with me." Simon teases.

"Thought you didn't like cheesy pop?" You ask with a smile.

"Love, if that's why I finally got you to admit feelings for me, I'll convert." Simon jokes, as he pulls you in for a cuddle, your bodies intertwining as you both fall asleep in each others arms.

A/N not sure on the ending, and I'm really sorry it's so long! Thank you again for all your support! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

@xoxunhinged 🖤

[sunflowers-and-sandwiches]

Of Princesses & Reindeer Kings

Growing-closer couple Princess Anna and Kristoff Bjorgman finally find the opportunity to slip away from the curious onlookers of Arendelle unnoticed. It’s their first adventure together since the Great Thaw - the first time for a lot of things.

My first story ever, and it’s Kristanna fanfic! Rated ‘Explicit’ for sexy times, but mostly mild angst and fluff.

Thank you @annaofthenorthernlights and @loonysama / @annas-hair-donut for helping make this happen. You’re my fan fiction heroes ❄️🌻🥪

(Please do not use my art for any purpose without express permission!)

[old-danmei-fan]

Holy crap, I wrote this way faster than I thought I would. It started as just some Shino drabbles and morphed into a kinda fic? I'll get it rewritten into a fic with better dialogue since I didn't have any in the first half lmao

Anyways, no warnings besides a little bit of alcohol and bets. It is also sfw. I tried to make it gender neutral and there's no description of the reader's physical appearance. I am open to feedback so please let me know if you've got tips or suggestions for me!

Enjoy ☺️

When you meet as kids, shino is standoffish. He figures you're going to be grossed out or scared of his Kikaichū so he's a little shocked when you don't run away the first time you see them.

You keep coming up to him to just stand next to him and talk even though he doesn't respond much or volunteer any info of his own. You figure he's not telling you to go away so he must not mind your chatter.

You'll tell him about the most mundane parts of your day, about the flowers you saw starting to bloom, or even how you're craving a certain treat your mom made when you were a child. Shino will just stand or walk quietly with you, absorbing every little detail you give up to him.

You only realize Shino is actually listening and not just humoring you when he brings you your favorite treat after he notices you're having a rough day.

After that, you become inseparable from each other outside of missions and other duties. When you aren't training with your team, you go find Shino to train with and vice versa. Whenever you both have time, you'll go grab something to eat together when you're done with training.

Now that you two are friends he doesn't stop talking as long as you show interest in what he's saying. He still makes sure to pay attention to you when you're talking as well and will now interject with questions to keep you talking, no longer making you have a one way conversation.

As you get older and become older teens and even young adults, Shino becomes more and more protective of you. He's not sure why he feels the need to do so, but he figures it's because you're his best friend and that's what friends do.

Realistically, he knows you're a skilled and strong Shinobi, so why does he always feel the urge to step in for you when he knows you don't need him to?

All of your friends can see how close you and Shino have become over the years. They all know you two aren't actually dating, but there are most definitely bets going on about when it will actually happen.

When the Konoha 12 get to go out together, you two find that you gravitate to each other. Even when you drift away in separate conversations, you end up next to each other again eventually.

Shino is always the one that makes sure you get back to your house and in the door safely. As soon as your door starts opening he tells you to have a good night and off he goes.

He really wants you to ask him to stay so you can just hangout together and talk more outside of the noisy bar, but he doesn't want to be rude and ask you to come in.

One time while you're away on an extended mission, Shino and the rest of the of the 12 still in the village, go out to their usual bar for drinks. After a few rounds, Kiba decides to do a little light hearted goading and ask Shino if you two have decided on a date for the wedding.

Shino is more confused by this question than any other question in his life. Why would you two be getting married? You're best friends and he's positive you don't see him that way since no one else in the village ever has.

Kiba apologizes and explains everyone has just assumed you were dating since you're always together and have never shown romantic interest in anyone else throughout the years.

The rest of the night continues on like normal, Shino staying sober and keeping an eye on the rest of the group as they continue drinking. It's not as rowdy tonight as it normally is though so Shino finds himself thinking about your friendship over the years.

He thought about how he always looked forward to your training sessions together, walking you home everytime he could, the way he could tell you were having a bad day by the look in your eyes and how you slightly slumped your shoulders, the way he knew that surprising you with some chai or pastries would bring a smile back to you face.

A face that he just now realized that he misses terribly when you or he are away on missions. A face that brightens his day when he sees you crest the hill leading to the training grounds.

It's like a lightbulb goes off and Shino's eye grow wide behind his glasses with the understanding that not only are you his best friend, you are also the only person in his life that he ever really wants to see. That he has ever really cared for besides his clan. That he is in love with you and never knew it.

While Shino is completely oblivious to the conversations going on around him, Shikamaru leans over to Kiba to ask "Did he really just now figure out he's in love with them?"

Kiba with a smirk on his face responds "He sure did. I bet you 20 he'll be waiting by the gate when they return from their mission."

With that Shikamaru reaches his hand out to Kiba to shake on it.

A few days later as you're starting to see the gate of Konoha, you notice a tall figure leaning against the wall. As you get closer you notice it's Shino and your breath hitches since this is the first time he's been waiting for you at the gate.

As you reach him you frantically start asking what's wrong and if everything is ok since it's not normal for him to be waiting for you. Shino let's you get everything out before telling you nothing is wrong and that he simply missed you and wanted to see you.

Your blush is immediate and you stammer a little as you think of what to say. You've always harbored a crush on your best friend but never thought anything would come of it. Shino never showed any sort or interest or attraction outside of friendship.

However

As you start walking together you think about how he doesn't spend as much time with anyone, outside of his team of course, as he does with you. You abruptly stop walking and as Shino stops and turns to you, you ask him why.

"Why what?" He responds with a look of confusion on what little you can see of his face.

"Why after so many years of us being friends do you decide to wait for me after this mission? It wasn't particularly dangerous. There was no need to worry yourself over me." The question you really want to ask doesn't come out though.

Shino is quiet and contemplative for a moment before he says "Because I have come to the realization that I want to be the first person you see everytime you return from missions." He paused to grab your hands and his voice is a little softer when he continues. "Because after years of you being my best friend, I have come to the conclusion that I'm in love with you."

You stare wide eyed at Shino, extremely surprised, but elated at his confession. You squeeze his hand as you say "Shino, I have been waiting for you to say that to me since you let me talk your ear off as a child."

With that shino surprises you even more as he lifts you from the ground in the tightest hug you've ever experienced. As he puts you down, he grabs your hand to walk with you to give the mission report. "Let's go get dinner after your done giving your report." Shino says as you start the walk to Hokage Tower.

Neither of you noticed Kiba and Shikamaru in the shadow of a near by building watching you walk away. "What a drag" mumbles Shikamaru as he pulls a 20 out of his wallet to give to Kiba.

[breeistired]

J.M with goth reader hc's

Warnings: Reader is female, suggestive content (its JJ, come on-), witchcraft, pogues macking on each other

Tropes: Sunshinexgrumpy, opposites attract, poguexpogue,

Bree rants: I really want to write this as a whole oneshot, so if you like these head-cannons, please give me some feedback on if you want more oneshots with goth reader. ALSO, read-a-thon is tomorrow, so go check it out, its pinned! I do also take requests, but if you do request something, please be patient, I have a busy life and I am a new writer. AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, I AM ADDING THIS TO ALL POSTS, AND IF I FORGOT IT @brokenwingsgalore WILL PUT IT IN THE COMMENTS. IF YOU DONT LIKE IT, DONT READ IT!!!! Thank you! I love you and make good choices kiddo.

(still dont know how to make aesthetic boarder things.)

JJ! Meeting goth reader at a beach party. Only noticing her because she stood out. The only one wearing a black dress that went to her ankles, dark hair with specs of purple in it, holding a red solo cup filled with some non-alcoholic drink. The rest wearing short dresses or bikini's.

JJ! Noticing how reader groans and rolls her eyes at the music playing.

JJ! Nudging John B, pointing at goth reader, telling him how he thinks you're cool.

JJ! Then telling Sarah to get her man to stop being a dick. Goth reader wouldn't have a clue about this.

JJ! Walking to goth reader, getting shy and nervous as she reapplies her black lipstick.

JJ! Basically recreating the scene in Scott Pilgrim Vs the world where he first meets Ramona. "So, do you like parties?" JJ says, ending his sentence with a shaky breath. Goth reader sighs and simply says a deadpanned no. JJ quickly says me too, despite loving them. Goth reader gives them an awkward smile, not knowing what to do with this golden retriever of a man beside her. JJ slowly and embarrassingly leaves.

JJ! Who comes back to the pogues telling them what happened, letting them make fun of him.

JJ! Who sees goth reader come back to him because her friend told her she needs to socialize. JJ who is ecstatic, while goth reader is awkwardly waving.

JJ! Who rapidly takes goth reader away from his friends before they can embarrass him

JJ! who talks to you and slowly you get out of your shell. Telling him how you hate parties, and hate the music, eventually telling him you liked rock music, as if it wasn't obvious.

JJ! Who tells goth reader he has to go to the bathroom. When in a reality he's forcing the DJ to play the music you like so he can dance with you.

JJ! Who comes back and acts surprised when Metallica, All American Rejects, System of down, My chemical romance, and so on plays.

JJ! Who gets you to dance and has the best night of his life with goth reader.

JJ! Who gets goth readers number at the end of the night, setting up a date with you.

JJ! Who takes goth reader to an old creepy bookstore and buys all the books she looks at with a small amount of money in his pocket. And at the end, they watch the sunset while having a picnic.

JJ! Who falls in love with goth reader after a week of dating because she's the opposite of him. He says, "Its boring when people are like me, the conversations are as bland as John B's cooking." When deep down its because she brings balance to his life.

JJ! Who makes goth reader sleepover at the chateau because he sleeps better when she's there.

JJ! Who lets goth reader do all the witchy stuff to him. Whatever makes his doll happy right?

JJ! Who lets goth reader sage his dick because "too many girls with negative energy have been on it."

JJ! Who lets goth reader put crystals and incense all over the chateau.

JJ! Who is so so so in love with goth reader and loves their differences.

JJ! Who brags to John B about goth reader, because she's into freaky things during bed. (She asked him to put healing wax on her back and he took it as sex.)

(STILL DONT KNOW HPW TO USE THOSE AESTHETIC BOARDERS)

[pseudocyance]

so here is the fic I spoke about last night

Takes place near the end of 3rd life and middle of season 8

Ah shit I copied it from Google docs and it didn't save my paragraphs fuck noooo I have to fix it

Ok read if you want

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“I can't believe you scammed another person out of their armor” Grian called to Scar, exasperated.

“Hey, Etho got his reputation points and I got some new pants. They're shiny!” Scar's voice echoed across the sand. He seemed to skip towards the edge, red eyes darting over the expanse of the desert.

“Can you believe all of this is ours?”

“No, not really” Grian glanced back up at the building he was designing. The supports gave the hint of what Monopoly Mountain would one day become. Something about building was just so… perfect to him. His favorite style was rustic but this small castle seemed fierce. It was a monument to defend.

He was jolted out of his thoughts as a crack of thunder rang across the sand.

“SCAR?” Grian's head whipped around. He was alone on the top of the mountain.

“No, nonono. He can't be-” a ping sounded on his communicator. A message from Cleo glowed on the screen reading “did anyone else just hear that? Did someone lose their last life?”

No. Scar couldn't have died. They had just made a life here in the desert. They were settling. Grian rushed to the edge of Monopoly Mountain and looked down, expecting the worst.

And there Scar was. He had fallen off the edge onto the staircase that wound along the side of the cliff. His body lay, limp on the sandstone. Grian fought back tears.But something was off. His skin was no longer the dull silver it had become as a red-life. He also wore no armor. Instead, he had a long, red coat and a small hat of the same shade.

Grian rushed down the stairs. “Scar!”

He reached his companion's body and kneeled down. There was definitely something different about him. Was this what happened when someone lost their last life?

Gaaasp

Scar eyes flew open as he jolted awake, gulping for air. His irises seemed to glow a pure green like sunlight shining through leaves.

His gaze focused on Grian.

“What happened? Did I die again?” He paused. “Why are we in the desert?”

“I think you might have died again, but that doesn't make sense. This was supposed to be perma-death.”

“What? Perma-death? What do you mean?” Scar looked perplexed. “Wait, wait, wait. Grian, why are your eyes green? Where's that hazel I've gotten so used to staring into?” a cheeky smirk appeared on his face.

“Why- why are my eyes green?” it was now Grian's turn for confusion. “My eyes are green because I'm a green.” The two stared at each other.

“You're not my Scar, are you?”

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Scar had no idea what had just happened. One minute, he had been falling into the Boatem Hole, and the next he was in a desert he didn't recognise and missing all of his items.

Grian kneeled at his side. His brow was creased and his gaze darted around.

“What do you mean, your Scar? Wait, that means you aren't my Grian”

Grian's mouth opened to respond, but something caught his eye on the border of the desert.

“Shit,” he muttered. “Ren's crew is coming.”A red banner bobbed through the trees. “Act natural. You're my red, and if they know there's something wrong, they'll attack.”

Scar didn't know what to be more shocked about - Grian calling Scar “his red” or Grian swearing.

“Why would Ren attack us? Did you do anything to annoy him?”

“I'm a green. That's enough of an issue for him. Oh, and you're going to have to take all of that-” he gestured to Scar's flamboyant outfit "- off. You should be wearing armor, not a waistcoat.”

“Only my Grian can tell me to take my clothes off,” Scar smirked. Grian's cheeks became as scarlet as Scar's jacket, which led Scar's smirk to become even deeper.

The green stuttered, “I- uh, get some armor on. Looks like we're going into battle.”

[just-b-wilde]

Could you add a sample of some of your fan fiction in your native language?

Sure. This is Czech version of my first TUA fanfiction Do you love him? It's written from Lila's point of view.

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Vím, že ať řeknu cokoliv, nezmění to nic na tom, co se stalo.

Neomlouvá mě to a nejsem si jistá, jestli to chci nějak omlouvat. Ale chtěla jsem, aby věděl, že to bylo komplikovanější, než se může zdát.

„Nikdy jsem nepřestala hledat cestu domů. Ale unavila jsem se a potřebovala jsem přestat utíkat. Uhm... tehdy se to stalo...“

„Miluješ ho?“

„Diego, teď není vhodná chvíle…“

„Tak miluješ ho?“

Všichni se na nás dívali. Všichni čekali na mou odpověď. A vím, že i on ji čekal. Pětka. Pochopitelně, dost se ho to týkalo. Nelíbilo se mi, že tohle řešíme přede všemi, ale už se s tím nedalo nic dělat.

První má myšlenka byla: Neplánovala jsem to.

Samozřejmě, že neplánovala. Nebo se snad dají city nějak naplánovat?

S Diegem to nefungovalo už dlouho předtím, a kdybychom neskončili v tom zatraceném metru, nejspíš by to nefungovalo čím dál víc. Nebo možná by se něco konečně změnilo? Nevím, jestli si jen něco nenalhávám sama sobě.

Těch sedm let změnilo všechno. Ale ne pro Diega, ne pro naše děti. Jen pro mě a pro Pětku. Všechno, co jsme prožili, bylo skutečné. Dva ztracenci v čase.

Ze začátku jsem věřila, že jsme neustále spolu jen proto, že nemáme jinou možnost. Ale vždycky byla jiná možnost. Hledat každý sám, být sám, protože to nás učili – spoléhat se jen sám na sebe a na nikoho jiného. Ale já nechtěla být sama.

Postupem času jsem si zvykla na to, že je Pětka někde poblíž. A i když jsme teď zpátky, stále jsem měla nutkání vyhledávat jeho pohled, čekala jsem, že bude někde poblíž. Jako celých sedm let.

Sedm. Let.

Možná jsme neměli moc jiných možností, ale nemění to nic na tom, že mu vděčím za tolik věcí, které jsme spolu překonali. A i když mi děti chyběly každý jeden den, doufala jsem, že se brzy znovu uvidíme. On mi ale dal něco, co mi dávat nemusel.

Byla jsem s ním šťastná.

I uprostřed toho všeho.

Dělal mě šťastnou.

Nemusel mě mít rád.

Nemusel mě milovat.

A přesto vím, že mě miloval.

Řekl mi to několikrát.

Myslel si, že spím. Ale slyšela jsem, když to občas zašeptal do tmy.

Z té vzpomínky mě píchlo u srdce.

Čas říct pravdu. Musím.

Nadechla jsem se k odpovědi, když se od televize ozvalo: „Hej, dospěláci, podívejte se na televizi.“

[rand0mfangurlstuff]

I'll Look After You - Bucky x Y/N

This is my first ever fanfic. I dont know why I wrote this, I never ever thought I'd actually write a fic or post it. But this just wouldnt leave my head. I hope you enjoy and please give me feedback!

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It had been a tough misson. They lost a lot of men. Bucky had gotten a bad concussion and broke two ribs. Despite Buckys protests that her was fine, he was put straight to the infirmary. He was told he would have to stay there for at least a week if not longer. At this news Bucky almost had a fit. He wanted to go back up in the air as soon as possible and 'show those Nazi pigs who's boss'. His protests went on deaf ears.

She noticed on the first night that he was awake much later than the other patients. She turned out the lights and told him to rest, to which he just nodded. At 4am when the other nurse came to take over; she noticed he was still awake. Surely soon sleep would take over him.

Bucky couldnt sleep. No, Bucky refused to sleep. With sleep came nightmares. Nightmares of torn off legs and burnt faces. Planes exploding right infront of his eyes. The sound of his men screaming in pain and fear. No. Bucky would not sleep.

The following night she was greeted to the same thing. All the men fast asleep and Major John Egan wide awake. Though it was clear by his sunken in eyes he was exhausted. He tried his best to hide his frequent yawns behind the book he was reading, but she could see and hear them clearly. 'Major Egan, you should be asleep by now.' 'I'm not tired.' he said as he fought back another yawn. 'You're exhausted. And your body needs sleep to recover. You'll never be cleared to get back in that plane if you dont sleep.' Noticing the stern look on her face Bucky decided to feign sleep so she would leave him alone. 'Fine, I'll go to sleep. Goodnight.' 'Goodnight Major.'

As much as he tried not to, Bucky did fall asleep as soon as he closed his eyes. Around forty minutes passed, forty minutes of blissful slumber. Cradled among the warm blankets and soft pillows of the infirmay; his body was totally serene. His mind however, was in turmoil. As the nightmares came once again, Bucky started to cry out in his sleep. 'Curt! Curt! Engine 3! Buck...' She heard him straight away, he wasnt the first pilot to have these types of dreams. His body thrashed against the bed. 'Major Egan, its okay, Major wake up.'

He shot upright in his bed with a scream. He wasnt flying the misson. He was in bed, with two thin arms wrapped around his torso. He looked at her then, really looked at her. She was scared. A shocked and timid look on her face. Was she scared of him? 'I'm sorry, I dont know what-' 'You had a nightmare. It's okay. It's normal.' Normal. Bucky did not feel normal. He had always been able to keep his cool. Not feel a thing. Now all he could do was feel. Feel the ache in his soul and the ache in his ribs. 'I'm sorry Nurse...' 'Y/N' she said with a warm smile. She was sitting on the edge of his bed. He hadnt seen her this up close before. She had long hair, it looked soft. Her eyes were kind, and her gentle smile made him feel something he wasnt sure of. 'Y/N' he played with her name on his tongue, he liked the way it sounded. It suited her perfectly.

He tried to sit up against the headboard, make himself look less vulnerable. As he moved he gasped at the stabbing pain in his ribs. 'God damn!' 'Easy there Major, let me help.' She adjusted his pillows and helped prop him up. She was so close he could smell her perfume. Warm, vanilla, like a freshly baked cookie. But also spicy. He felt intoxicated. He missed the last thing she said to him he was in such a trance. 'I'm sorry what did you say?' With concern all over her pretty face, she said 'I'm just going to get you some more pain meds okay?' she turned and walked to the medicine cabinet.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm his heart rate. He wasnt sure if it was going so fast because of the nightmare, or her. She returned a moment later with two painkillers and a glass of water. 'Here you go Major.' He took the pills from her delicate hand. 'Bucky. You can call me Bucky.' He swallowed the pills. 'Mm Bucky. Cool nickname.' His heart skipped a beat hearing his name from her mouth. And she thought it was cool? He felt like a fourteen year old again. 'You should go back to sleep Major. You need your rest.' Bucky knew there wasnt a hope in hell of him going back to sleep, but he smiled and nodded so to not dissapoint her.

An hour later she was doing her rounds, checking on each patient; most of who were sleeping. Except one. Major John 'Bucky' Egan. 'Bucky, why arent you sleeping?' He lifted the book in his hands 'It's just this book Y/N, I gotta know how it ends!' She smirked, 'I saw you finish that book yesterday.' His face grew red. He'd been caught. But he couldnt possibly humiliate himself by admitting he was afraid of going to sleep for fear of his own mind.

Y/N could see it. Just as she'd seen it plenty times before. Though this case was definetly the worst. She didnt know much about Bucky, but the way the other nurses talked about his charm and swagger made her this he was not the type of man who would willingly admit his fear. She wouldnt force him to either. She grabbed the chair next to his bed and pulled it closer. She picke up the book from his lap and opened it on the first page and started reading. 'In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind...' 'What are you doing?' The confusion on Buckys face would have made a great picture. 'You've read this book twice in two days? I have to see what all the fuss is about.' She continued to read out loud in a soft melodic voice. A voice so soothing and gentle it sent Bucky straight to sleep. Even after he nodded off Y/N kept reading. Hoping that her voice could reach him in his dreams and keep him away from the darkness that lurked in his mind.

The next morning, Bucky awoke to a sight so rare, so unthinkable, he had to blink several times to make sure it was real. Y/N was still by his side, asleep on the small wooden chair, her cardigan draped over her. She had stayed, stayed by his side all night long. It was at this moment Bucky realised this was the first night in a long time he'd slept the whole night through without a single nightmare. Because she was there to protect him.

[webslingerofthegalaxy]

I WROTE A FANFIC.

I mean I've written a shit-ton over the years BUT I FINALLY PUBLISHED ONE.

It can be found on AO3 and Wattpad, my name on AO3 can be seen above and on Wattpad it's NebulousWebSlinger. Enjoy!!!!

[studying-shrimp]

When the gold rays fell on your skin, and my hair got caught in the wind, the choir sang a melancholic hymn...

Inspired from the song "Lovesick" by Laufey.

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As the color of the sky turns into a familiar hue, Kageyama takes a second to reminisce, taking several steps back to where the view in front of him started to become special. He turns to the figure walking beside him, a scene that he has constantly witnessed throughout these three years. He doesn't know when it really started (maybe from the first time they went home late from practice together, the two of them being the only ones left in the gym), this routine of them, some kind of unspoken rule, where they should go home together, walk home together, and sometimes (if they're not late) admire the sunset together. Silently walking side-by-side while his companion pushes his most loyal and trustworthy mountain bike, they never fail to appreciate the quiet and calm moment that came after a rigorous and stimulating volleyball practice.

And it sucks.

It sucks that this will be the last time that Kageyama will be able to experience this- this routine- this moment, a special moment only between him and Hinata, that rarely happens off-court.

Tomorrow, Hinata will be heading to Brazil, dead set on catching up to where Kageyama is. Ever since their middle school match, Kageyama had always found this side of Hinata endearing. The side that doesn't back down from a challenge. The side that gives his everything. The side that doesn't give up until the ball hits the ground. And he didn't expect that this endearment that was born from his frustrating curiosity towards the creature known as "Hinata Shoyo" would develop into something more.... solid.

It would be embarrassing to say that he only realized his own feelings just recently, but he was never really good with feelings in the first place. So, after days of deliberate thinking (which is weird because he rarely "deliberately" thinks about anything except for volleyball and food), Kageyama decides to "confess" his feelings for Hinata. And what's a more romantic way to confess feelings for someone while watching the sunset (or so the internet says). He braces himself, because three years worth of unsaid feelings and romantic admiration is about to flow out of his chest.

"Hey, Kageyama..." But the amount of mental preparation Kageyama did for his confession did not prepare him for whatever is happening right now. Hinata stops in his tracks, Kageyama following suit, blue and hazel eyes finally meet, after a long time of silence. Hazel eyes pierce into deep blue ones as if searching for a way to burrow into the deepest corner of its owner's heart.

"Wait for me." It wasn't a question, and it didn't sound like he was asking for permission either.

It was a command.

A promise.

"I'm gonna fly higher."

Kageyama has finally lost his wits over the sight of Hinata under the sunset skies, sunset colors illuminating every inch of skin that it could touch. Kageyama wasn't sure if his Sun could shine even brighter than he already does, until right now. Orange hair, so vivid that it can flawlessly blend into the sunset background. Eyelids and nose wrinkle as he pops up that all-too familiar toothy grin that gives Kageyama mild heart attacks.

Every word that was about to spill out of his mouth is now stuck in his throat. Something tells him that it doesn't have to be now, it's not like he'll never see Hinata again. They'll probably be separated much longer than the time they spent together, but that's okay. If it meant that Hinata would be standing side-by-side with Kageyama again, just like this, then he can wait-- he will wait. And a part of him believes that he won't be waiting for so long. It's Hinata.

It's his Hinata.

"Yeah." Deep blue meets hazel, now filled with burning determination.

[captain-uncharted]

My Little Princess - A Duskwood Fanfiction

Hello there! This is my first ever fanfic. I actually wrote it around 2022, but have never had enough courage to post it. But I'll give it a try. Hope you guys like it. Please forgive any English mistakes, it's not my native language.

:)

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Prologue: Three years after getting married, Jake and MC have a daughter. While spending some time alone with his baby, Jake reflects on the change in direction that his life took.

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I look at the little sleeping bundle, you, in my arms. The fruit of my love with MC. If someone had told me a few years ago what my life would be like in the future, I would say that this someone was delusional. I was alone and lost. An internationally wanted hacker, with no ties of blood or friendship in to support.

But then my half-sister was kidnapped, and then I met your mother. She was the one who saved me, who trusted me, even without knowing me. She showed me the love that I had long forgotten. Because of her, I had the strength to overcome obstacles that prevented us from being together. She made me feel alive again. I owe everything to her.

And now, daughter, you are here. Your mother and I waited several months to see your beautiful face. We spent a few sleepless nights, wondering together if you would have my eyes or hers (I won!), we made a long list of names for you. It took some time, but we found the right name: Emma.

You wake up suddenly with a grunt, move your fat little arms and open your eyes for me.

– Shhh...it's okay – I whisper while rocking you gently –, mommy went to sleep, but daddy is here with you. I'm looking out for you. I kiss your head, your smell is intoxicating. But you seem uncomfortable and nervous.

– Did you have a nightmare? I know how it is, I also have nightmares too, but about my past. I'm afraid I'm dreaming and realizing that nothing have changed when I wake up. One day I will tell you my story.

You blink and look at me intently, seeming interested in listening to me.

– I'll tell you a part. I was raised by my mother, but it was just the two of us. There was a missing piece, which my father should have filled in, but he didn't. And the pain that the lack of his presence caused me will never be extinguished.

– But I promise that I will be for you everything he wasn’t for me. You can count with me for anything. I want you not to forget that you are my precious one. I'm gonna take care of you and mommy forever, okay?

You yawn, but keep looking at me.

– I’ll take you fishing, eat ice cream with you and take pictures of you with your face smeared. I will be the best father in the world for you.

I keep rocking you as you yawn again, getting ready for a new sleep session. I feel a lump in my throat, a huge wave of joy spreads for my being. I quickly wipe my eyes and continually:

– It doesn’t matter how old you are. You will always, always be my little princess.

[phoebepheebsphibs]

WELL I POSTED THE FIRST STORY ON AO3

[maikosweethearts]

Finally! I can contribute to making my own Maiko content. Just posted my first Maiko Fanfiction for this Fandom who has always been so kind to me since the D-1 ✨

I am kinda nervous. Since all the Maiko Fanfic that I’ve read are beautifully written. I wasn’t confident enough at first, but eagerly wanted to write them since they were my comfort couple at this moment. I hope you enjoy it! ♥️

Summary:

Maiko Modern AU. It’s been 3 Months since she broke up. Ty Lee encouraged Mai to go on a date with someone new and she thought maybe the bubbly girl was right. At first, she thought that would be easy moving on from Zuko. Little did she know that silly little things would remind her of him.

Inspired by Red Velvet’s Wendy – His Car Isn’t Yours.

[cutiecusp]

So... @xoxunhinged has totally inspired me to brain to fingertips and type up a lil' something.

A TINY drabble that I'll work on, but I can't get thos idea of out of my head.

Tw. Religious wording, smut so MDNI!, power play.. mentions of oral, worship, more to be added as it evolves i guess? NOT spellchecked, so apologies in advance!

You confess to Father John Price.

His fist clutches the rosary in his left hand, as Father John smells your sweet perfume. Even though you are hidden by the dark wood trellis of the confessional booth, he knew it was you.

" How long has it been since your last confession?" His gruff tone asks, and pauses.

"And what sins are you confessing to today?"

You squirm in your seat, trying to not make it obvious how much his voice makes you melt.

"Uh.. its been three weeks since my last confession Father... I've been having indecent thoughts about a man i cannot have."

You hear him sigh in the next booth over, and you just know he's about to ask.

"Tell me, why can you not have this man? Is he married?" He asks gently. Judgement was not John's duty, but he couldn't bear hearing you talk about another man, not when he was desperate for you.

"In a way, yes." Came your sweet reply, your voice soft and smooth like honey as you tried to keep pressing your thighs together on the wooden stool.

"Well, he's married to his work."

A gruff chuckle escapes from the next booth.

"Well, is there a way you could change his mind?" He asks, lightheartedly.

A silence fills the booths, as you ponder what to say next. You hadn't planned to getting this far, and you were nervous.

"I don't know." You pause. "Is there a way I can distract you from work?" You ask softly.

John adjusts himself on the stool, his trousers getting tighter as he answers quickly.

"Me? Surely that's inappropriate?" He admonishes. "I'm a man of God after all."

You pause. This was THE make or break moment that would seal your fate forever. You wet your bottom lip, and take a deep breath.

" Then allow me to get on my knees and worship you." You plead softly.

John's mind races, imagining you knelt in front of him, taking him into your mouth,your glossy lips taking pleasure in pleasing him, in his own kingdom. His hands running through your hair as he controls the pace of his sweet, little lamb as you gag around his cock.

You don't waste time as you slip into his booth, and drop to your knees.

TBC.

[joifee]

Okay I am very proud of this! I finished the first chapter today and I was planning to wait but bshbfjshf

Summary fwhip thought he was fine just being friends with Jimmy, keeping his unresolved feelings deep inside him. But when the rift opens and he meets Tango, he suddenly is confronted with with all those things he tried to burry.

Getting ready to have an awful time, he gets help from the last person he thought he would

Or: Tango and fwhip speedrun becoming friends over Jimmy