#not to say I'm ''never happy'' like there ARE really nice moments but gosh. a week long break from Any Stress Ever

[angeltism]

i feel as though I am playing unhappiness whack-a-mole sometimes

[natsaffection]

hey love 👋👋

could you right some nsfw were r is like a ray of sunshine, always nice, kind, joyfull and a little shy, so nat is aurorised how >>loud<< they are and what they like in bed, please 🥺🥺 also, mommy nat being very teasing.

i'd really appreciate it, thank you sm sweetie 😻💖💖

Hidden | N.R

MINORS DNI!! (18+)!

Summary: Natasha gets to know the real you.

warnings: Mommy Kink, fingering (r receiving), Strap on use (r receiving) Rough (?) sex,

Word count: 1305 k

A/N: Thank you so much for this one <3.

How grateful Natasha was. Not the fact that she got a second chance or found a new family. No, she was grateful for you.

If someone had told her that some fire in a coffee would lead to her meeting a sweet little someone like you, she would have given that person the darkest look ever.

You talked one night about how Natasha approached you, and you were so happy because you never dared to approach her yourself.

Not only did you bring a smile to Natasha's face every time, but also to her comrades. After seven months of dating, you decided to make your relationship public, and it was time to involve your friends. Since then, the Tower has been surrounded only by laughter and joy.

Someone drops their drink? No big deal, you laugh at how Steve's face was when he could feel his cup sliding out of his hand.

The power goes out again because Tony overdid it again? Don't worry, you'll be the first one in every room with candles ready to light.

Someone is sick? You're at their sides. Someone is sad? You've got tissues and Disney movies in hand.

Natasha was really lucky...Especially behind closed doors.

Damn, you have some vocal cords. And how Natasha loved it, "Gosh Detka..Now I have to ask Tony about the soundproof walls.." she said as she shoved her knuckles deep in you pussy. "I-I'm sorry..."

God, how Horny Natasha is for you..How fragile you are, how sweetly you try to escape her pleasures.

So she never would have expected the way you try to hide that you are discreetly excited by the scenes in front of you. It was Natasha's idea to watch a certain documentary for the night.

In fact, it was, but Natasha wanted to find out how far she could take you, and so now a documentary on the background of the female orgasm is playing before you.

"What's going on, Detka?" She knows what state you are in right now and wants to take it further. Only you don't like it at all. How embarrassing. Why are you..aroused?

"N-Nothing! I'm just sitting very uncomfortable..." Oh god, you have to get out of here- "Are you sure about that Y/n? It looks to me like you're enjoying yourself here..." Was she right? Do you get off on it? No, it can't-

"N-Nat?"

"Yeah, baby?" Natasha eyes widen..That look you have, she already knows from others Natasha has been with. That's why it surprises her that you, of all people, have it right now, "Um..you always said that I could..come to you, and so I wanted to ask if..you- if we-"

"You want me to be rough with you? Is that it, Malysh?" You couldn't bring yourself to say anything, so you nod frantically. You need her. Now.

And Natasha knew that too. She's on you like a gazelle, that haven't had anything to eat in a long time. With one hand she pushes you further into the bed and with the other she moves to your pants, "You don't know how much this is turning me on right now..." Fuck. You thought to yourself. Why didn't you open your mouth sooner?

As quickly as Natasha was on top of you, your clothes were on the floor and her fingers were already inside you. You groaned out and at that exact moment a groan also came from the TV you forgot to turn off, and it was followed directly by a "Mommy.."

"F-Fuck, Y/n!" You had also forgotten that Natasha's fingers were inside you and this..word tightened all your nerves in your pussy. "Mommy, huh? Do you want to call me mommy?"

"S-Stop..." You put your hands over your mouth to keep it from being more embarrassing for you, but Natasha was quick to respond and stopped you, "No, no, let me hear you. Come on, I won't hold it against you..."

Come on.. Natasha thought..She wants- no needs, to hear it. She made it her task and thus no longer held back. She rams into you full force and curled her fingers perfectly, "A-Aah, M-Moommy!!!" You both had the same reaction. Natasha had to moan out now too, "There it is..Fuck, who thought you were so dirty for me, hm?"

"Please, stop talking like that..." embarrassing, embarrassing, emb-- "N-No!!!" You were so close, so close! But Natasha pulled her fingers out and took them in her mouth. You watched her enjoy the taste of you, and when she looked back, you knew immediately that you were in for a long night.

But the spark faded when Natasha got up and went into the next room. You were puzzled and scared...Was it too much, after all? Crap, you shouldn't have-.

"I ordered this two months ago and was hoping we could use it at some point. What do you say?" She was leaning against the door with a bright pink- 9inch strap-on in her hand. You had to swallow and nodded again. "Would you turn around?" she asked and you do as she said. You now look at the wall in front of you, confused, trying to catch everything that is going on behind you.

Suddenly, you notice the bed buckling behind you and feel your lover's hands on your hips. "Tell me what you want, baby..." Natasha wants to hear you.

"Just..Fu— I-Im not gonna say this..." Natasha was already expecting an answer like that, "Okay."

You sigh out, glad that she's satisfied with that.

You take a deep breath as you suddenly feel the tip of her dildo against your folds and brace yourself, but the thrust never came. Instead, she just nudges it back and forth.

"Nat.." Natasha had to smirk. She had you where she wanted you, "What? Tell me what you want.."

"P-Put it in..." God, how sweet you sound..That's why she had to thrust in, but no more, "God, Natasha, please!!”

"You know what to do, Y/n.." she sang. Her most important person lying squirming under her and thirsty for pleasure.

And how you needed it, "Please fuck me already! Please, just- O-Ohh, yess!" Natasha was now desperate too, thrusting back and back into you with tremendous force. In, out, in, out it goes all the time and you and Natasha forgot everything. You had absolutely no backbone, "Pl-Please slow..d-down, I-" She rocks into you so hard that if she wasn't holding you by the hips, you would be constantly sliding forward,

"No..you take it, fuck..baby!"

You were starting to run out of strength in your arms, and before you fell into the pillow you suddenly noticed Natasha suddenly pull out, turn you around and fill you right back up. Her pace picked up directly, "You look so good when you're taken through..."

"PLEASE! I'm so close..so close..." You were in heaven and Natasha was close too as her thrusts become more erratic, "Look at me Y/n..I want to see you.."

You almost couldn't hear her, so fucked are you. Look at Natasha, look at Natasha, look-

"Natasha! I'm c-cumming!" She was already grunting too, "That's not my name, sweetheart.." You feel her thrusts slow down, "M-Mommy! No, don't stop, please!!"

"Then try again." She had to grit her teeth as she was about to finish as well, "Mommyyy, please let me come, please, please, please!!"

She picked up the pace again and shortly after, you both lapsed into endless release. Natasha fucked you through your orgasm, and you were sure you saw Jesus. As you both came down, Natasha laid on your chest, "That was fantastic..Who would have thought you would be so-"

"Please don't say it.." You put your hands back on your face and Natasha had to laugh,

"Oh Detka, I'm so grateful to have you.."

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[starleska]

Hello again!! I'm the anon from before (and I'm glad to hear you had a nice time yesterday!!!), and here's what I wrote.. I've been thinking a lot about the 'Wally eats with his eyes' idea, as many have been !!! I'm not sure how to warn for what this exactly so feel free to tag it with whatever you deem necessary. Wally just. Likes you a lot lol. i guess this is a little silly but i had a good time writing it haha

You are having a staring contest with your friend Wally.

You can't quite remember who started this, or why. Just that Wally had wanted to draw somewhere outside and you tagged along with him, until you were sitting somewhere in a field of flowers around the Neighbourhood.

Wally simply returns your gaze, unblinking, his hands folded over on top of his sketchbook. You think this has lasted long enough. What you want to do is crack a smile or a joke, but you find that your muscles are frozen stiff, and your tongue is so, so heavy.

His pupils expand.

You're supposed to panic about being this frozen up. Moving shouldn't be so difficult. But it's like your body feels like even stressing out about this is too much effort. You feel warm. Your eyelids tremble with the effort to blink. There is no movement, though your eyes don't burn either. You've held them open for so long that the world starts to gray out around you.

His pupils expand.

Wally leans his head to the side, little by little. You mirror his movements without thinking. The tips of your fingers are tingling, your feet feel numb as if fallen asleep. He smiles at you even more than usual. You think that this makes you happy. His lips part slowly, as if to speak, and-

"Hiya, guys!" Eddie calls out from the path to your right.

Your body jolts in surprise, and the spell is broken. By the time you whip your head around to look, Eddie has already continued his delivery route without waiting for a response.

Your returned awareness feels like breaking the surface after almost drowning. A weight disappears from your body, and you practically double over, gasping for air. Your shoulders are shaking, your eyes wide. When you squeeze them shut, it burns. You feel tired like you never have before.

"That was good," Wally says. For a moment, you are hesitant to turn your head back and look at him. You want to hide from his eyes. But you snuff that thought out as soon as it pops up, because that's just silly. You must've eaten something wrong, or have caught a cold. What else could explain this.

You look at Wally. He looks normal, and his eyes upon

"W-what did you say?"

"I asked: Are you feeling good?" Wally speaks even slower than he otherwise would, but his smile is as wide as ever. "You don't look good, friend."

"I don't… I'm a little out of it," you force out a laugh. "I think I'm getting sick."

Wally leans forward.

"You'll be okay," he says, and puts a hand on your knee. "Let's sit here until you feel better."

!!!!!! anon!!!! anon do you know how good this is?!?! oh my gosh!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭 honey, i cannot express how much i adore this fic. it's such a wonderful blend of terror and intimacy, so frightening and claustrophobic yet warm and safe in a way you can't understand...ugh, i'm in love 🥴 your descriptions are so vivid - i could really feel Your panic and nausea. some real Lovecraftian horror stuff going on in here. and oh my God the little detail of him saying, 'That was good' and then switching to 'Are you feeling good?' absolute chills!!! 😱😱 if you feel comfortable enough, you should absolutely post your writing somewhere!! you've got such a talent for writing, Wally in particular, and i'd love to read more of your stuff should you be inclined. i'll definitely be taking some tips from this awesome little fic going forward 😉 thank you so much for sharing 🥰

[howlingday]

Jaune Arc Cannot Be Happy

Jaune: Pyrrha! What's happening?!

Pyrrha: (Fading into embers) I didn't want to believe it, but it's true! I'm a clone, Jaune!

Jaune: What?! B-But how?!

Pyrrha: There's no time to explain. I don't have much time left.

Jaune: No! No, no, no! This can't be real! This can't be happening!

Pyrrha: Don't be sad, Jaune... Who would want a fire clone as a wife anyways?

Jaune: ...

Jaune: That wouldn't be the worst thing actually.

Pyrrha: Jaune-

Jaune: Honestly, I think I could manage that.

Pyrrha: What- What are you saying right now?

Jaune: I'm saying that I'll take what I can get. Like, fire clone? Sure. Fuck it.

Pyrrha: But I'm not even the real Pyrrha Nikos! The woman you love!

Jaune: Look, if I can get past the obvious molecular differences and incompatibility of our states of matter, then I can get over something as small as the philosophical debate of identity.

Pyrrha: ...

Pyrrha: This isn't a side of you I'm used to.

Jaune: Well, neither am I with you drifting into embers. Speaking of which, does it hurt?

Pyrrha: Not really, no. It actually feels kind of nice once you get past the whole existential dread of the end of my life.

Jaune: Right.

Pyrrha: Face it, Jaune; I'm not going to be around for much longer. I'll just be ash in a matter of seconds. Let's not fight anymore. I want my final moments to be spent thinking about us-

Jaune: Wait, hang on a sec. I think I saw some kindling over there.

Pyrrha: JAUNE! COME ON!

Jaune: No, no! Seriously! It would probably take less than a minute!

Pyrrha: No! No! Stop it! You can't seriously be thinking about tossing kindling on me?!

Jaune: Hah... You're right...

Jaune: ...Maybe if I use a block of wood instead?

Pyrrha: JAUNE!

Jaune: Gosh, I'm so sorry, Pyrrha, it's just... I've been trying to get us together for years. And I've seen the other universes. Some have you leaving me for another guy, some where you and I break up, and there's even one where Salem breaks us up!

Pyrrha: Salem?!

Jaune: Yeah, we've already done this bit- But seriously! Look at this! Jaune Arc finally gets his happy ending! He gets the girl! And she fucking BLOWS AWAY?! FUCKING! BLOWN! AWAY?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! THE WORLD HAS IT OUT FOR ME! AM I NOT ALLOWED TO BE HAPPY?!

Pyrrha: Jaune... Look... I know this is hard... Actually, no, there's no good way of putting it. Your life is shit.

Jaune: Thank you.

Pyrrha: I mean, I'd cry right now, but all it would do is just make my death come a lot faster.

Jaune: I-I appreciate the gesture.

Pyrrha: NGH!

Jaune: Pyrrha?!

Pyrrha: This... This is it, Jaune... I'm dying... Or maybe... I was... never alive... Where do you draw the line? Consciousness or- ARGH!

Jaune: Just hold on, Pyrrha!

Pyrrha: You'll find happiness someday, Jaune... She's out there... Somewhere... Or at least there's a competent writer. One of the two.

Jaune: I'll always love you...

Pyrrha: ...

Pyrrha: You're handling this really well.

Jaune: Loved one dying right in front of me because I'm too weak to stop it otherwise. Just another day ending in Y.

Pyrrha: Oh, and before I forget, you'll have to change back the insurance. (Disintegrates)

Jaune: (Screams in Roman Torchwick)

[brooooswriting]

Hello, I love your writing so much!

Can I request this prompt with Brie, pretty please?

"Don't go on that date."

"Why?"

"You know why."

"Say it."

Where Brie and R are friends but R is in love with her. Maybe a little angst with a happy ending?

No pressure if you don't feel like it. Thank you 💜

I love this request

“Please, Brie, I promise she's so sweet and nice. Plus, she's hot. You'll like her,” Lizzie tried to convince her as she sat across from her. She and Scarlett had gotten her a blind date. You sat in the kitchen with Tessa, playing some card game that was long abandoned as you listened to their conversation. Your heart broke when you heard Brie say that she'll go.

But this was your own fault. You had gotten friend-zoned a long time ago, as Brie never took your flirting for real. You had flirted too much with too many people in front of her. However, she was the only one who never noticed how different your flirting was when it was with her.

You were so much more truthful, and you always complimented her. It wasn't hard to realize that you were in love with her. They all knew; Scar, Lizzie, Tessa, Robert, and even Chris. At this point, you were sure she knew, too, but she didn't feel the same, so she acted like she didn't know.

Lizzie felt terrible for you, but it was no use. No matter how much she pushed you, you never made a move, and she also didn't wanna see Brie so lonely. So, once she met this girl she immediately thought of her blonde friend.

“Y/n, Tessa. Get over here so we can finally watch a movie,” Scarlett called out once she had decided which movie to watch. With a sigh, you both stood up and made your way to the couch. Unsurprisingly, you had the seat next to Brie, the worst thing that could have happened to you at that moment. She smiled up at you, making your heart beat faster.

“Hey, lovely,” you said with a smile as you sat down. It wasn't unusual for you to call her pet names like that. Another thing that was different from your normal flirting was that you never once called somebody lovely or darling. But it didn't matter now. If Lizzie’s Girl was really that perfect for the blonde, it was over for you.

You had been so in your thoughts that you missed the whole movie. It was impossible to recall even one scene. During the film, the actress decided to cuddle into you, making it even harder to concentrate as you imagined a life where this was normal. “So, how'd you like the film?” she asked once the post-credits rolled, but you only stared at her. “Y/n?” she called out again, making you flinch a bit before focusing on what she said.

“Sorry, what did you say?” you asked once you had collected your thoughts.

“What's wrong?” brie suddenly asked, using her hand to cup your face. At this moment, you realize that you couldn't do this. It was too much, and so you did the only thing you knew how to do. You left.

“I'm sorry, I gotta go. Thanks for hosting Scarlett. Bye, guys.” You rushed the words out as you stood up. Disappearing before anyone could stop you.

Nobody had heard from you in two days, and you hadn't planned on talking to anyone for the next couple of weeks. Today was Bries' blind date, which meant that for the next week or so, everybody was going to talk about it. That was something that you could go without. The only texts you read were the ones from your home screen. Several pictures of the blonde trying on different outfits for tonight. Gosh, how you hated this. There were texts from the other three, hyping her up and telling her which one looked the best.

‘I’d rather stay home in a hoodie and sweatpants, ’ the newest text from Brie read, and again, you looked at the picture. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw that she was wearing your hoodie, the one from high school with your name on the back.

Ten minutes later, you stood in front of Brie’s house. As is trying to remake a disgustingly cheesy movie, it had started pouring halfway to the blonde's house. You looked so out of place, you were wearing sweatpants and a hoodie, and your hair was in a messy bun. For a moment you considered walking back to your apartment, leaving Brie to get with someone else. But now you were here and you had to at least try.

So, like any sane person would, you hammered on the door until she opened it. The second the door was open, you interrupted her. “Don't go on that date,” you got out between rattling teeth, the coldness, and the rain getting to you.

She looked at you for a second. “Why?” her face was stoic, not showing any emotion, making this a living hell for you.

“You know why” you answered, looking at her still wearing your hoodie.

“Say it” Her voice was desperate and her eyes pled you to say something. Anything that she could hold on to.

You mumbled an unsure ‘Brie,’ making her shake her head and take a step back to close the door. “Because I love you, and I have for years. Because I have been flirting with you since forever, and you flirted back, and if you didn't just flirt to play, then that means that you like me too.”

It was silent for a moment as Brie leaned against the door. “You flirt with everyone y/n. That's just your personality.”

“No, it's different with you. Don't you get that? I'm not flirting with you; I'm complimenting you. I'm giving you my heart,” you argued back. Then again, silence followed as both of you were unsure what to say. “One kiss,” you suddenly blurted out. Making yours and Brie’s eyes go wide.

“What?”

“One kiss. If you want me to leave after that, then I will. But please, you have to give me this chance. I know that I came at a shitty time, but I couldn't watch you go out with somebody else. Not again. Not after everybody treated you like so much less than you actually are. If this is-” Before you could finish your monologue, Brie surged forward and pressed her lips to yours. Her hands clasped the back of your neck while yours landed on her waist to pull her closer.

Your heart soared when she suddenly pulled away, her movement hectic, making you flinch. “B-Brie?” you called out quietly and unsure as she looked around frantic.

“My phone, I- I gotta call Lizzie. She has to cancel the date.” She said, walking inside to get her phone, leaving you in front of the door. You were unsure if she wanted you to come inside or not, so you just stood in front of the door. Cuddling Six thirty when he walked by for a moment. “Are you coming?” she called out for you, making you hurry inside and close the door.

“I know, Lizzie, I'm sorry, but,” she looked at you for a moment, trying to figure out what to say. “Y/n is here, and” she was interrupted by Elizabeth rather quickly then.

“I'll tell her. Bye. Have fun. But not too much fun,” and then she already hung up. She discarded her phone on the counter going back to you.

“Sooo, now what?” the blonde asked when she sat next to you on the couch. Out of habit, she scooched closer to you while you wrapped your arm around her.

“How about Star Wars and some hot dogs?” you received a kiss as an answer before she laid her head on your shoulder.

Sometimes, it was worth taking the risk.

[the-himawari-otome]

[Shuuen no Virche] Birthday Short Story - Yves

The birthday celebration of a certain handyman

<Original post here>

･ﾟ･:,｡★ translation under the cut ★,｡･:･ﾟ

Mathis: H-Happy birthday, Yves!

Yves: Thanks, Mathis. And the rest of you guys— I can't believe you went through all the trouble to hold a dinner party just for me...

Adolphe: I mean, you're always helping us out after all. Although... you probably didn't need us to celebrate for you, huh?

Yves: Hey, that's not true. I'm super happy about it!

Adolphe: You say that, but...

*Baaam...*

Ankou: You can't help that thought when you see all the gifts from the townspeople piled up in the garden...

Lucas: Indeed. The moment I saw that huge amount of boxes, I thought you might be moving homes...

Hugo: Haha. He's a real natural charmer, isn't he?

Scien: Well, you won't be running low on supplies for a while.

Yves: Gosh, while I'm grateful for the gifts from the neighbourhood... it feels especially nice being celebrated by my precious friends.

Ankou: ...I see. Our princess and the others should be arriving shortly as well. Please enjoy today's party to your heart's content.

Lucas: I must say, it was surprising that Scien came to participate in the festivities.

Scien: Dahut was nagging me to bring over a birthday gift. I decided to have a drink and a bite to eat while I was at it.

Hugo: Isn't that what the person being hosted should say, not the host themselves...?

Yves: Now, now. Don't sweat the details. 'Tis the occasion, so let's all enjoy it together.

Mathis: That's right! I helped with the cooking too!

Mathis: Ah, but before that... Wouldn't it be better to give him his gifts first?

Lucas: Yes, good point. More guests will be coming later. Let's give him ours first, shall we?

Yves: Huh, you even brought presents? That's too much...

Hugo: Alright, I'll go first. —Happy birthday, partner. Eat this and stay your ridiculously energetic self from tomorrow on.

Yves: Thanks, Hugo. I'll be relying on you too! Is this... a fishbowl? ...And inside is— Woah, there's a fish I've never seen before!

Hugo: It's a big one, right? It's a special catch reeled in by the genius fisher, yours truly.

Yves: It looks like it'll be worth slicing up! I'll cook it up nice and tasty for us.

Hugo: About that. Eat it yourself. Alone. Seriously, by yourself. Down to the last crumb. There's no need to share it with me, got it?

Adolphe: (He's just making sure he doesn't suffer any harm himself...)

Ankou: Now then, as for the gifts from the others—

Lucas: Um. If I am not mistaken, it seems there are ominous sounds and fumes emanating from the gifts all of you are holding...

Adolphe: ...Yours is the same, isn't it?

Scien: It appears all of us had the same idea.

Mathis: I see, everybody brought fresh ingredients that Yves can cook!

Ankou: I-Indeed... However, we also prepared tangible items in addition to the ingredients...

Lucas: Oh my, to think our gifts would overlap to that extent.

Yves: Woah, woahhh...! Is this much okay!? I'm going to happily accept all of it, you know...!?

Adolphe: ...Well, it's fine as long as he's happy. Mine's a whetstone, so you can use it to maintain your sword.

Yves: Great, thanks! ...It really is wonderful to have people who are special to you celebrate your birthday.

Yves: I wonder if it's alright to be this happy. ...Won't God punish me later?

Scien: I won't, so don't worry.

Hugo: Haha. God guaranteed it. Don't fret, Yves.

Yves: ...I see. That's true. I hope I'll be able to continue to spend my birthdays together with everyone I care about.

Yves: And forever with her—who bound me to this fate.

*CLICK*

Yves: ! Hey, come on in. I was just thinking about you. Thanks for coming for my birthday.

Yves: Huh... a present? I see, you also—I appreciate it. ...Can I look inside?

Yves: ...! It's a gorgeous gem— You found it at Marché? And you thought it would suit me?

Yves: ...Thank you, truly... I'm over the moon...!

Yves: I really am blessed with encounters. After all, I was able to meet a girl who's giving me such a wonderful present—

Yves: From the bottom of my heart, I love the happiness I feel for having met you, my hope—

And I pray that in the future that awaits, I will be able to dedicate my first "love" to you...

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[DO NOT USE OR REPOST MY WORK W/O PERMISSION, THANK YOU]

[primadonalover]

Hold me tight, keep me safe.

Summery: Reader isn't used to having people show her affection or love, especially after coming from an abusive relationship. River wants to make sure she gets all the love in the world ♡♡♡

Slight warning: mentions of pased abusive relationships

Requested by the lovely @r0ckstardr3amgal

"Soooo how did the date go! "My friend Lucy screamed down the phone, almost deafening me in the process.

"Was he cute !? Did he pay!? DID YOU KISS!?!?" She continued to bombard me with her neverending list of questions.

"OK ok ok." I chuckled, trying to calm her down. " He...he was really cute, actually." I blushed thinking of his adorable messy hair.

"Girl I knew he'd be cute!" Lucy replied excited. " What did you guys talk about?!"

"Oh well just our interests, jobs and things like that."

"Where does he work then? " asked Lucy whilst I got up to make some coffee, phone in one hand, mug in another.

"He said he worked for the government but it was pretty confidential."

"Ooooo, a spy! That's hot."

"No, lucy, he's not a spy!" I scoffed. "He said he was involved with accounting , besides, he seems too nice to do something like that." I said whilst boiling the water.

"Well you never know, anyway tell me more, what was his name again, something hippy like uhhh Tree or Brooke?!"

I rolled my eyes.

"River, his name is River Cartwright."

"Righttttt River, so what does he look like exactly, did you sneak a pic!?"

"I actually did ." I laughed, plopping myself down unto my cosy chair overlooking the city with my coffee in hand.

"SEND IT!" She let out another scream. Finding the photo I managed to take whilst he was unaware I smiled to myself looking at it whilst sending to Lucy.

"Oh my gosh! Y/n he's so cute!" She squealed and I laughed at her reaction.

"Yea I...I actually had a good time." I smiled

"I'm glad it's time you moved on from that asshole."

I froze. Even the mention of him brought me back to those moments.

"Yea well....umm I guess we'll see." I laughed nervously, playing with the sleave of my jumper.

"He treated you horribly y/n and none of it was your fault! But not all men are like him, and I'm sure you'll find someone who will treat you like the princess you are!"

"Lucy, you are so dramatic." I laughed." But thanks for the support, going on a date today... was a big deal, I've been too afraid to trust a man like that since..."

"Y/n you don't have to explain yourself, I understand, and if this River is a good man then he will understand aswell."

"Thanks and - OH!" I shouted, jumping at the notification on my phone.

"OH!? " Lucy repeated, confused.

"River, text me, Lucy. Like he texted me first!" I couldn't help but feel excited, quickly taping the notification.

"What did he say! What did he say!?"

"Oh..." I looked at the message, a wave of nerves flooding my body.

"What?" Lucy persisted.

"He asked if I wanted to go on another date tomorrow. "

"So? That's great!" She exclaimed

"Yea but...he's asking if I want to go round his place for dinner." I whispered chewing my nails with nervousness.

"Oh." Lucy mumbled , she knew going on a date was a big step for me, let alone going to his house for a date.

"Well that's really sweat of him but if you feel uncomfortable-"

"No." I cute her of " I'm gonna go, I'm not gonna let what happened control my life now." I spoke with determination fighting the fear.

"Well if that's what you want." Lucy commented. "I'm really happy for you."

"Thanks, I'm gonna message back that I'll be there at 7."

The next day

I stood outside the door, adjusting my hair, my jewellery, my dress, anything to put off knocking on the actual door. A text from Lucy saying" good luck girl xx" gave me the final push. Here we go

Knock knock

After a few seconds, I heard chains at the door for it to be then flung open.

"Hi!" River spoke rushed." The food is about to burn, so uh, I'll be back with you in 1 minute!" He nervously laughed and ran back in.

I stood in the doorway, not exactly knowing what to do as I could hear him frantically running around the kitchen. Suddenly, his head popped around the corner.

"Oh, come in! "

"OK." I laughed slightly at the state he was in though he still managed to look adorable with a grey jumper on, sleeves rolled up and hair all of the plave. " Do you want any help?" I asked, looking round his apartment.

"It's ok, I think I've managed to save it." He laughed, coming out. "It's great seeing you again." He smiled, bringing me into a hug. To say I was socked was an understatement, but I felt ....relaxed. A sense of comfort came over me as I felt his arms wrap around my body, his tall figure standing over mine, holding me close. I wanted to stay like this forever, I've only been on one date with him and I already feel like I want to to tell him everything that happened, tell him I want to just be loved and protected, but that would just freak him out. What would he think if I told him how I craved affection but at the same time feared it.

"So." He smiled as he pulled away . "You ready for food?"

"Uh yea sure." I smiled, trying to hide my rosy cheeks.

Later

We sat at his dining table, talking , laughing just being comfortable with eachothers presence whilst we ate. I couldn't believe how I could myself with him.

"This is so delicious I smiled.

"You really think so? "

"Yea, you're a very good cook. I'm impressed. "

He laughed and looked down, playing with his fork.

"Well if I'm being honest this wasn't all me." He spoke with slight nerves, glancing up sheepishly.

"Oh?"

"Before you arrived, I was on the phone with one of my co-workers , Louisa she was helping me not ruin the meal."

"Aw, well, that's so sweat of her." I smiled."You didn't have to fuss for me, though."

"Oh no you deserve a good meal." He spoke with a warm smile. I could have just sat that and stared into his eyes.

Trying to not embarrass myself, I reached for the salt, but in my haist , my arm mocked into the glass, smashing it to the floor. My eyes grew wide with horror, and the once relaxed feeling turned into one of fear and dread.

"I...I'm so sorry!" I spoke, my breath shaking as I got down to clean it up.

"I'm so sorry , I'm sorry." I cried, as everything from my past bubbled up.

"Hey, it's ok, it's only a glass." I heard River speak calmly as I quickly tried picking up the broken pieces, my hands shaking in the process.

"No, no, it's not ok, I'm so stupid." I felt tears prick in my eyes.

"Hey your not stupid." River spoke concerned. Bending down next to me.

"Be careful. You might cut yourself." He tried to pull my hands away concerned. Leaning in closer toward me, and then I just lost control. It was too much. Reminded me of all the pain.

"No please don't hurt me! I'm so sorry." I cried, curling up in a defensive way, hiding my face.

For a moment, there was just silence, I didn't move for fear and embarrassed, if he wassnt angry then he surly thought I was crazy. But then I felt a gentle hand on my back and river sit down next to me, pushing away the broken glass.

"I'd never...why would you think I'd hurt you." He whispered clearly, confused but trying to act as gentle as possible, seeing my state.

"I broke your glass." I mumbled through my tears, still not looking at him.

"Well...its just a glass it not important y/n." He spoke gently, rubbing my back. I couldn't help but feel surprised by this action, why was he so calm.

"It ok." He whispeed seeing how confused and scared I was. Slowly, he then pulled my body closer to his own, taking my hand in his. Reapting, "It's ok" to help reassure me.

I warmed to his touch, letting him hold me tight. Once I began to calm down, he softly lifted my head for his eyes to meet my own.

" Why don't we go and sit down on the sofa? This floor is getting cold." He smiled.

I chuckled, whiping my tears. Allowing him to lead me, holding my hand to sit down .

As we sat down, I naturally sat closer to him, and he took my hands in his again.

"Now, how are you feeling."

"Better." I looked at him smile slightly. "I'm so-"

"Hey, listen now." He interrupted me , gently cupping my cheek with his hand, rubbing away the tear stains.

"You have nothing to be sorry for. Ok?" He looked at with some intensity but with kindness behind it .

"And I'll never hurt you, y/n. I'm not like that, I'd never hurt you." He said, moving closer to me.

"I know." I whispered, looking down. "It's just my past relationships...he...he was horrible and h-hit me for the smallest mistake and -"

"Shh, it's ok." He softy spoke, pulling closer to him. "I understand, and if you feel like you're not ready to date or -"

"No!" I said rather suddenly, surprising him and even myself. "I uh I mean I am ready , and I uh really like you but it's just been a while since I've had a healthy relationship ya know. " I spoke nervously.

"Well, I really like you too." He smiled, running his hand through my hair.

After a brief moment of him stroking my hair, he pulled back.

"Can I try something?" He asked, looking at me.

A bit confused but intrigued. I nodded.

River smiled and gently snaked his hands around my waist, lifting me lightly onto his lap, wrapping his arms around my shoulders.

I couldn't help but smile. In that moment, I felt that no one could hurt me, and I laid my head against his chest, getting in closer.

"Is this OK?" He spoke in a whipser rubbing his hand up and down my arm.

"Yes." I smiled looking up at him " It is."

" I won't let anyone hurt you again y/n." He promised, and I could tell by his tone he meant it.

Feeling rather brave, I leant up and placed a gentle kiss to his cheek.

"Thank you." I blushed, and so did he. "Can we just stay like this for a bit longer?" I asked, not wanting him to let go .

" As long as you like." He spoke, holding tighter. As I breathed in his cologne and his hands caressed my arms, I could feel myself began to fall asleep.

"Just one thing, love." He whispered ìn my ear, the nicknames making me giggle.

"Yes?" I said looking up at him.

"I uh, your eyes are beautiful. " He spoke distracted. Childishly smilingly.

I laughed and hit his chest lightly.

"River what's the question I'm tireddd."

"Well what was the name of your ex."

To exhausted to even freak out or question him, I yawned whilst giving him the name. He just nodded in response, and the next moment, I drifted to sleep wrapped in his arms.

Next day

I felt the sunlight hit my eyes as I stretched out on the sofa. I couldn't help smiling at the nights events. How could I have found a man so loving. That led me to realise that I was no longer wrapped around him but tucked in a blanket.

Standing up, I began to wonder around, searching for River.

"River?" I called out lightly to see where he was and then realised I could hear talking from the kitchen. Was he on the phone to someone?

I quietly snuck up to listen. Wrong, I know, but I was intruiged.

"Yea Roddy, that right I need you to find the location of (y/n exs name), yea, that's right, yea. Oh, why? It's just something I need to take care of. No, this isn't a secret mission from Lamb! Right bye. No, Roddy , no one is dying, not exactly. " He put the phone down and carried on making his breakfast.

"Oh morning sweetheart. " He smiled, noticing I was behind the door.

"Uh morning" I smiled back. "What was -"

"Don't worry about it." He said, walking over, holding me by my waist. "I told you that no one would ever hurt you again, and I meant it."

"You're not an accountant, are you?" I chuckled, placing my hands on his chest.

"Oh yes, I am. I'm very good at it.

"A very dangerous accountant then." I chuckled

He rolled his eyes and lifted me onto the counter making me squeal.

"River!" I laughed as he gently peppered light and soft kisses along my neck and up my jawline.

"What?" He asked innocently. "I'm just showing you the love you deserve." He smiled, finishing with a light peck on my lips.

Suddenly his phone rang. River gave me a sorry look and took out his phone. The person calling was named Lamb.

"I minute." He huffed before answering the phone.

"Lamb what -" Before he could finish, I could heat the other person shout down the phone.

"Roddy says you're out to kill someone, you idiot! What's wrong with you!?"

River rolled his eyes and I laughed. How new from now on I would definitely be protected.

Hope you all enjoyed this!

Let me know if you want a part 2 ?!

Please request your River Cartwright ideas! Love writing for him

Au revoir for now darlings ♡♡♡

[ziekaramaik]

This week, on "Life in Westview"

What do widows do all day, Sharon wondered to herself.

Her husband passed away recently. Her kids were all grown with kids of their own, and had gone back to their own towns after the funeral. Sharon was retired. There were a lot of empty hours to fill these days.

She sat on her sofa and searched through the channels on TV. Maybe she could find a nice, long movie. (Sharon was never much of a sitcom fan, even before you-know-what.)

Without a knock, her front door opened. And in walked Agatha Agnes, the only person in Westview who still thought they were living in a TV show. For once, she didn't have an exaggerated sitcom smile plastered on her face. Instead she had an exaggerated sitcom look of concern plastered on. "Hi, neighbor."

So this week, it was "Neighbor" instead of "Mrs Hart". Sharon could live with that. Though she never knew whether or not she should call Agnes by her real name.

With a small sigh, Sharon got up from the sofa to greet her. "I don't want to be rude, but I'm really not in the mood today."

Agnes nodded sympathetically. "I know, sweetheart. I won't stay long. I just wanted to drop this off." She lifted up a comically large tray wrapped in foil.

"I figure you won't be in the mood to cook much the next few days. But a girl's still gotta eat. So I made you lots of servings of my World Famous Chicken Casserole Surprise." In a stage whisper she added, "The surprise is that it's not really world famous." She paused for laughter from a studio audience only she could hear.

Sharon took the heavy tray from her. "Oh, well, thank you, dear. That's actually really sweet of you."

Sharon went and set it down on the kitchen counter. Then she took a quick peak under the foil to make sure it was a real casserole instead of a delusional acting prop. No, it was real food all right.

"So how are you holding up?" Agnes asked sadly.

"Oh. I'm hanging in there," Sharon answered.

"Of course you are. I want you know that if you need anything at all, just ask. What else are neighbors for?"

Then Agnes went into "Very Special Episode" mode for a few minutes. Talking about how death and grief were just a part of life that people have to go through. And Sharon would always have the happy memories of her husband. Only time could heal the wounds, but her friends would be there for support, and so on and so on.

It was all very fake and cliché, and a little bit nonsensical. It made Sharon think of a cheap script written by that newfangled AI stuff she heard about online. That's basically what it was: Agnes' words chosen by a spell on autopilot.

But if Sharon was totally honest, it was kinda nice having Agnes trying to comfort her. And it wasn't actually BAD advice. Sharon often felt sorry for the poor confused woman, but in the end Agnes was playing the role of a good neighbor.

Agnes continued with, "'Course, I never felt what you're going through. Just between us, when my Ralph left me, my first thought was, 'Took long enough.' He was a real downer at the end."

Sharon filed that information away. So this week, the cover story was that Ralph left Agnes, which was pretty close to what happened in reality. (Poor Ralph Bohner. Sharon always liked him, even if his puns were crude.) Agnes' delusional mind kept going back and forth on different explanations for why her "husband" wasn't around anymore, or if he ever existed at all.

"You never lost someone you really cared about?" Sharon asked.

And Agnes said… nothing. It seemed like she was about to say something, but she just stared instead.

"Agnes?" Sharon said.

No response.

"Hello?"

Her expression frozen, Agatha Agnes stared into space, a hundred miles away.

"Oh my gosh, I broke you!" Sharon panicked.

A moment later, Agnes snapped out of it. "No, I'm fine," she said with a big grin. "Well, I gotta get going. My garden's not gonna water itself."

She walked to the front door. "Remember, neighbor. If you need anything, you know where to find me." With a kind wave she walked out and closed the door behind her.

And Sharon went to the task of finding space in her fridge for that giant casserole tray.

[dolliebabydoll15]

Floyd x Boom fanfic!

this is my first oneshot, i hope you enjoy! 🫶

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It was the end of a brodacious reunion concert at Vacay Island, for the crowd had gone their separate ways, as well as Viva and Poppy to spend much-needed quality time with their father. That left only BroZone, who had gone backstage to collect their things before leaving.

"We did it brothers! I knew we could do it!" said an enthusiastic John Dory.

"Finally, some praise." joked Bruce.

"Hey, can't you see I'm trying here?" snickered JD.

The brothers laughed, and suddenly, they saw Branch's buddies, Hype, Ablaze, Trickee, and Boom, who had performed with them. They were also there to clear backstage of their belongings. JD, Bruce, Clay, and Floyd were still just as amazed as they were when their little bro first introduced them.

"Branch...you wouldn't mind it if we offically met them, would you?" asked Clay.

Branch chuckled. "Sure, I have to go pick up the clue board anyway. Gonna take me a rough 15 minutes or something..."

The brothers smiled, and scampered off to get to know the boy band phenomenon known as Kismet.

Floyd suddenly noticed Boom, the rainbow-haired glitter troll whom he had seen before the concert.

"Hi," greeted Floyd.

"H-hi," Boom replied.

"You did great out there." said Floyd.

"Thanks, took me about 3 weeks to learn the choreo," said Boom. "I kept stepping on Hype's feet," he uttered embarrassingly.

Floyd giggled. "So, how did you meet Branch anyway?" he asked.

"Oh, we're childhood buds, we performed with him a lot after...you and your brothers left him." Boom responded melancholicly. Floyd saddened, remembering that woeful night.

"So...what's your story?" inquired Boom.

"Mine?" Floyd asked, surprised.

Boom nodded. Normally, Floyd was the one asking when it came to talking about emotional stories.

"Well, when I left BroZone to follow my heart and pursue a solo career, it got cut short when I was captured by a phony pair of popstars, Velvet and Veneer, for my talent. Every time they sucked up a piece of my talent, I lost a little bit of my life. This went on for 2 months, but I later noticed that Veneer, one of the phonies, wasn't as bad as I thought he was. He was really trying to make his sister happy, despite Velvet not caring about him at all. I told him that he shouldn't be around people who treat him like garbage, and no one should try to change him, but he didn't get the message until my brothers banded together with my little bro's girlfriend and her sister to form a family harmony to set me free. Unfortunately, since I gave the last of my talent to pitch in, I almost died."

Boom looked as if he were on the verge of tears.

"Don't worry, my brothers revived me with family love. Then, Veneer confessed to the crimes he and Velvet had done. He had a change of heart, but had to go the big house to serve his time. I hope he finds people who treat him with kindness. Afterwards, I forgave my older brothers and rebanded. So yeah, that's my story."

"Wow...I'm sorry all of that happened to you."

"It's okay, I only have the present to focus on now," Floyd responded with a smile, and looked at his brothers, cheerfully socializing with the other members of Kismet.

"Hey guys! We should go now," called Branch. Poppy's definitely gonna go looking for me if we don't leave now," he muttered under his breath.

"Bye, it was nice meeting you!" Floyd said as he got up to leave.

Boom suddenly realized he forgot the most important thing to say when you meet someone. "Wait! I...never got your name."

"Floyd."

"OH MY GOSH, THAT'S THE MOST BEAUTIFUL NAME I'VE EVER HEARD!" Boom exclaimed in enchantment. Just then, he realized he replied in a way that was a tad extreme.

Floyd blushed in a shade of rosy pink. "Thank you," he replied with a grin. "What's yours?"

"Boom."

"Nice name," replied Floyd.

They shared a smile and locked eyes. They were so into the moment that they couldn't hear Kismet's mischievous laughs or see BroZone's knowing smiles.

"Floyd! Let's go!" shouted Branch.

"Bye,"

"Bye."

As the two groups dispersed, John Dory put his arm around Floyd.

"Well brother, I think this is the start..."

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"...of a beautiful friendship!" Trickee chimed. Boom nodded agreeably.

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note: sooo, i've had this idea in my head since last night. if you want to give me ideas on how i could do better, tell me in the replies. should I write more in the future?

[legendofmorons]

I love your crush(ed) oneshot with Twilight and damn, I know the feeling :') Would it be alright to request a part 2 for it! Where Twilight discovers that his feelings for the reader aren't just best friend like and it takes a drastic or angsty moment with reader to realise this and the reader was finally trying to move on as it's been a while now until he then spills his feels and then he kisses the reader like lowkey steamy steamy ;) but not too much and they're both happy and everyone is like gosh damn finally-

I've never done an ask before so I hope this is right! And thank you for reading this if you do!

-🌙anon!

Crush(ed) part 2 (Twilight)

(Did Y'all team up? /j. Happy to oblige though, stubborn ranch man and stubborn reader go brrrr.)

Pairing: Twilight x reader

Rating: G

Summary: After you and Twilight are given a task, you two finally sort out your feelings. Also, Legend wins a red rupee.

Warnings: none

Other: Please let me know if I missed anything

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You've spent probably a month without any real interactions between you and Twilight. Time has even stopped trying to help you two make up.

At least that's over. There's a special awfulness when the Team Adults (TM) try to make you play nice.

Why not wear a get along t-shirt?

Obviously, you don't have a get along shirt, but still.

Sky has become a much closer friend, and the sympathetic smile he gives to your latest assignment does nothing to ease your problems.

You're supposed to go on a week long trek to Hateno to get some stuff from Purah. And of course, your travel buddy is Twilight.

So here you are, packing your bags up after breakfast. Trying to ignore the meaningful looks Time and Warriors give you.

"You're sure you're gonna be okay? I can come with." Sky gives a reassuring smile, holding our your rolled up sleep roll.

"I'll be fine, Sky. What Twilight gonna do, bite me?"

"You're right. It'll be fine."

"Ready to head out?" Twilight asks as he comes up to you from the right.

"I'm ready when you are." You say, pulling your travel pack onto your shoulders. Your heart dosen’t skip a beat at all. (It does but that's unrelated.)

You're definitely almost over the rancher.

(You most certainly are not even close to over him. But you like to live in denial. Fake it til you make it and all.)

"Alright. Let's go."

You follow Twilight, the worn paths dusty but easy to traverse.

You look around, enjoying the nature from Wild's hyrule. The way nature has recovered since the calamity is amazing.

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Twilight sits across from you at the campfire. You haven't said a whole ten words to him since you guys headed out.

He watches you stare into the fire.

It's like you're ignoring him. Or trying to distance yourself.

Well, now, wait a minute - he can't remember the last time you two had a real conversation. He thought he was just imagining things.

But you really are ignoring him.

You've been spending more time with Sky.

He's seen you two cuddling - which his fine. Twilight has no claim on your time and cuddling dosen’t have to mean romance!

Why does Twilight care if you and Sky are cuddling in a romantic way?

Why does he hope it's not romantic?

It's not like he has a crush.

He isn't in love with you.

Oh.

Oh.

This is not a good time to realize this. Obviously you don't want anything to do with him.

Which is weird. A month or so ago, you two were close!

Did he do something?

He can't remember anything he might have done.

"Stop staring." You say, looking at him with an even expression.

"Oh. I didn't mean-"

"It's fine. Just uncomfortable."

"I'm so sorry."

"It's fine." You tell him, though the edge in your voice says that it is not fine.

"I really didn't mean to stare. I-"

"I said it's fine!" You snap, something in you breaking.

"(Y/n)?" He asks, caution in his voice.

"You just can't leave me alone?! I'm doing my best! I really am! And you just go and fuck it all up by being - you!" You are almost yelling, face heated up and fire in your eyes.

Twilight used to revel in the fire, watching you take down monsters.

He never thought it'd be turned towards him... especially not for being himself or being polite.

Ouch.

"I'm sorry." He says, looking to the ground.

"I wish your Zelda had come with you. I wouldn't have gotten my hopes up." Your voice is bitter.

"I don't know what you're talking about. Did I do something?"

"Other than being you? No. It's all me and my stupid fucking heart."

What?

It's you? And your heart?

That almost sounds like you have feelings for him. But that can't be it.

Right?

Twilight gives you the most incredulous look. "Are you tryin' to tell me somethin'?"

His accent is more noticeable, hope and anxiety mixing into an almost overwhelming cocktail of emotion.

You can't help it. You've never really been able to lie to Twilight. The thought makes your heart squeeze.

"I'm head over heels for you! Okay?! But I know you like Zelda, so you don't have to let me down easy."

Twilight stares at you, making sure he heard you right.

You're head over heels for him?

Oh.

Wait-

"You think I like Zelda?" He asks, sounding thoroughly flabbergasted.

"I heard you talking about it! One of the others asked you about your princess and you said that of course you liked her."

"As a friend and a leader." Twilight says firmly, but not at all mad.

"But-

"Zelda is a friend, and my home's princess. But there's nothing romantic with her."

"Oh."

"(Y/n), darlin' it's you. You're the one I want to be with."

"What?"

"Sweetheart, I'm beyond smitten. I'm in love with you."

"Oh."

"Oh." Twilight says with a smile. "Is the Zelda thing why you were ignoring me?"

"Yeah... I was trying to get over you."

"Well... I'm glad you didn't."

"Me too. I wish I'd just talked to you though."

"Well... what's done is done. We can only move forward."

"Can we do that together? Like - you're my boyfriend and we're going forward together?" You ask.

You sound a little anxious.

But lack of communication has only caused issues. So you figure airing on the side of too clear is better.

"I'd like that, a lot."

It dawns on you, that Time's plan worked. It's almost annoying.

But you're thankful.

"If you'll let me I'd love to take you to dinner in Hateno."

"I'd like that a lot."

When you go to sleep that night, you and Twi are side by side with linked pinkies. It's very cute.

(And if Wild or Wind were here they'd take pictures.)

The rest of the trip to Hateno is much more pleasant. Highlights include laughing at eachother's jokes, finding and chasing a glowing blue rabbit - deer thing, and also fireflies.

(Re: lightning bugs.)

You come to realize there isn't a restaurant there, unless you count the inn. So instead you buy dinner from the inn and take it to go.

After all, what's better than a picnic surrounded by fireflies?

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The only one awake when you and Twilight (your boyfriend!!!) Return to camp is Sky. He must be on watch then, based on how the sun is starting to slowly creeping up onto the sky again.

You and Twilight hold hands, warmth seeping from your palms right into your heart.

"Hey guys." Sky says with a friendly wave.

"Hey Sky." You give him a warm smile.

You're glad to see your friend.

You're glad to see all of the boys here, but for right now, you're focused on the one that's awake.

"You two seem to have made up."

The gentle squeeze Twilight gives your hand send giddy butterflies right to your brain.

"You could say that." Twilight says with a smile.

"Oh?" Sky asks.

"We're dating." You answer easily.

"That's amazing, I'm so happy for you!" Sky gives a grin.

"Finally." Legend glimpse from his bed roll. "Wild owes me that red ruppee."

"You made a bet on us?" You ask, incredulous as you look to the vet.

"I won a bet."

"Legend." Sky says with a sigh, "Come on."

"Why are y'all being loud?" Time groans as he wakes up.

"Legend made a bet on us." Twilight says, both annoyed and touched.

After all, Legend bet on ypu two either getting together or making up. He isn't sure which one. But still.

"Legend." Time says with a sigh, still laying on his back.

"What? All I did was make an investment!"

"That's so much better." Ypu say with an eye roll.

But the smile Twilight gives you before he presses a kiss to your cheek is worth all of it.

[blueb3rryjongseob]

𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕤.

pairing- non!idol!jongseob × fem!reader

synopsis - Jongseob swore on his life that he would never confess his love for you. Why would he? He was always a quiet observer, content to blend in with the background. As fate would have it, a chance encounter during a school project brings you and Jongseob together, sparking a friendship that begins to blossom into something more. But as Jongseob musters the courage to reveal his true feelings, will his quiet nature and your contrasting personality stand in the way of a love that was meant to be?

wc: estimated 1.6k

a/n- @winskzer forced me to write this guys.., honestly did have fun though i literally LOVE the synopsis and the plot and everything

warnings- nothing tbh

genre- romance, school au, introvert jongseob, popular, athletic, etc. reader, fluff, vanilla, NO SMUT

⚠️NOT PROOFREAD⚠️

𓍯𓂃𓏧♡

Jongseob knew he had a problem. The minute his heartbeat sped up at the sight of you walking past him in the hallway. Or the way he caught himself smiling helplessly whenever you offered a student your help. What was it about you that had him wrapped around your finger? He'd never know.

You, an enthusiastic and beloved student whose smile lights up a room, are unaware of his feelings. Heck, you never had time for yourself. Constantly jumping between being captain of the cheer team, member of the student council and...you get the point.

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Flashforward to present time, Jongseob sat in the back row of his History class. It's always empty, less people for him to talk to, and besides, what kind of lunatic would sit next to the quiet kid all by himself? You. You're the lunatic. Imagine the utter disbelief on poor Jongseob's face, he could already feel the sweat coming.

Jongseob could not breathe. Literally. He watched your every movement. The way your eyes glimmered whenever the teacher called on you to answer, or the way you colour coordinate your notes, a thousand different highlighters somehow packed neatly onto your desk. Or maybe how he noticed the way your eyes slowly flickered to the side, stealing glances at him here and there. Wait. What?

Ofcourse, he quickly dismissed these thoughts. You of all people, taking a liking to him? Unbelieveable. I mean, who in their right mind would ever like Jong-

"-Seob, sorry for bothering. May i borrow a pen? Mine just ran out of ink and I really need to finish this note.."

Oh My Gosh. Did you just ask him for a pen? He picked up the nearest pen he could find. (He may or may not have been waiting for this moment all his life so he memorized the brand of pens you use and the colour ink you use the most.) Sweaty hands slowly passed the pen to you, his face red like cherries and his eyes looking at literally anything but you.

"Thankyou! I'm so happy I sat next to you for this period, I always buy this brand!"

"Oh, really? What a coincidence..haha.."

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There's one thing Jongseob hates, and it's paired projects. Why have two people do it when he could simply do it on his own? Also because he has no friends to ask if they'd pair with him, but he'd never say it out loud(even though it's pretty obvious). So, imagine the look on Jongseob's face when his History teacher announced a paired project, the worst part? It's worth basically his entire grade, so it doesn't look like he can't not do it.

He glanced to the side, much to his suprise, almost the entire class stood next to you, begging you to pair with them. (He wasn't that suprised to be honest. You were immensely popular.)

Now, he was a very observant person, so he could bet his entire life that he was the first and most likely the only one to notice the slight discomfort on your face. You were good at hiding it, he can't lie. Pretty smile and crescent eyes waving away the people and softly apologizing for denying them.

You didn't want to partner with any of them, really. You were just too nice to directly say no.

"S-She's uh..She's paired with me..Sorry guys.."

Where'd this newfound confidence come from? We'd never know. You turned to him, a bit shocked he'd said this.

ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

Being one of the most participative students in your year, you get to know people. And you knew all too well that Jongseob was the last person in the class, in the entire school even to say something. Ofcourse, you'd 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 give up an opportunity to pair with Jongseob, so you went along with it. (Y/n?? Is that a crush I smell?)

"Yeah..Yeah! What he said. I'm paired with Jongseob. Sorry guys. Maybe next time?"

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒

The rest of the class went by in a blur for Jongseob. The realization that he would be working with you on a project had his heart racing. When the bell rang, signaling the end of class, you turned to him with a warm smile. (He tried pretending you weren't there but he couldn't resist your pearly whites and glossy lips)

"Jongseob, do you have time after school to start on the project?" you asked, your eyes gleaming.

"Uh, yeah, sure," he stammered, still in disbelief that you were talking to him.

"Great! Meet me in the library at 3, 'kay?"

Jongseob nodded, unable to form any coherent words. As you gathered your things and left the classroom, he felt a strange mixture of excitement and nervousness. This was his chance to get to know you better, but he was terrified of messing it up.

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After school, Jongseob found himself sitting at a table in the library, waiting for you. He fidgeted with his notebook, trying to calm his nerves. (He had a half a mind to get up and leave, but he couldn't stand the idea of you waiting for him all alone in the library) When you finally arrived, you were slightly out of breath from rushing over, but your smile was as radiant as ever.

"Sorry I'm late! I had to finish up a meeting for the student council," you explained, taking a seat across from him.

"No worries," Jongseob replied, feeling a bit more at ease now that you were here. In his mind, you looked even prettier like this. Hair a bit messy and your skirt ridden up a little from practically running to the library.

You both opened your textbooks and started discussing the project. To Jongseob's surprise, you were not only kind but also incredibly smart.Don't get him wrong, he knew you were smart, but you basically sponsored all the information. As the conversation flowed, he found himself enjoying your company more and more. You were patient, attentive, and genuinely interested in his thoughts and ideas. For the first time in a while, he felt..seen.

Jongseob was on cloud nine(to be on cloud nine is basically an idiom that means to be extremely happy). It was as if he had been friends with you for the entire year. As you both packed your stuff and made plans to meet back up tomorrow-

''Hey, Y/n..C-Could I have your number? Y-You know! To text you..a-about the project, ofcourse.."

"Hm..Could you have my number?" You said, a teasing smile on your face. As you slung your bag over your shoulder, you walked up to Jongseob, slipping a piece of paper into his hands. "You better text me, cutie~" (yall the paper had her number, she whispered the 'you better text me, cutie' part), before you walked out the library, leaving a flushed, confused and taken aback Jongseob.

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Over the next few weeks, you and Jongseob spent a lot of time together, working on the project and slowly becoming friends. You found yourself looking forward to your study sessions, appreciating Jongseob's quiet intelligence and his subtle sense of humor.

One afternoon, as you both sat in the library, you looked up from your notes and watched Jongseob for a moment. He was focused, his brow furrowed in concentration, and you couldn't help but smile. There was something comforting about his presence.

"Jongseob," you said softly, breaking the silence.

He looked up, surprised by the gentle tone of your voice. "Yeah?"

"I'm really glad we got paired for this project. I feel like I've gotten to know you a lot better," you admitted.

His eyes widened slightly, and a faint blush spread across his cheeks. "Me too."

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As the project deadline approached, Jongseob couldn't ignore the growing feelings he had for you. He cherished every moment you spent together, but the thought of confessing his feelings terrified him. What if it ruined the friendship you had built? He'd rather stay with whatever you two had than ruining it with his stupid feelings.

On the day of your final presentation, you and Jongseob stood in front of the class, confidently delivering your project. When it was over, your classmates applauded, and the teacher praised your work. You turned to Jongseob, beaming with pride.

"We did it!" you exclaimed, giving him a quick hug.

Jongseob's heart skipped a beat. The warmth of your embrace lingered long after you pulled away, the scent of your perfume infilrating his sense of smell. As the class filed out, you and Jongseob stayed behind to gather your things. The classroom was empty now, and an awkward silence settled between you. The project was the main reason you both got together, afterall.

"There's something I need to tell you," Jongseob said suddenly, his voice trembling slightly.

You looked at him, your eyes filled with curiosity. "What is it?"

"I..Gosh, I don't think I should say it.." Jongseob was scared. He had to confess to you, but he just couldn't.

"Seob? What's wrong?" You said, dropping your bag and walking up to him slowly. (All he could think about in that moment was how pretty you looked with concern for him written all over your face. Oh. And that damn nickname. It gave him butterflies.)

He took a deep breath, gathering his courage. "I've... I've liked you for a long time. I never thought I'd have the chance to tell you, but working on this project with you has been amazing. I understand if you don't feel the same way, but I needed to be honest."

You were taken aback by his confession. For a moment, you were speechless. Then, a smile spread across your face, and you reached out to take his hand.

"Jongseob, you're not that good at keeping secrets," you said softly. "But the truth is, I've grown to like you too. I've always noticed you, you know. Your quiet personality stands out alot more than you think..I like it. You're smart, gentle, funny and so damn cute too. I like you too, Seob."

Jongseob's eyes widened in disbelief. "Really?"

"Ofcourse, silly." you chuckled softly, squeezing his hand gently.

"Damnit Y/n." All of a sudden, his hands were around your waist, pulling you into his chest, his fingers guiding your face up to look at him, all before he pressed his lips on yours.

As you stood there, holding hands in the empty classroom, Jongseob felt a weight lift off his shoulders. For the first time, he allowed himself to believe that maybe, just maybe, this love was meant to be.

ANDD IT'S A WRAP!! COLOURED PENS IS OFFICIALLY DONE! I started this silly little oneshot back in May(not even kidding) and I have a bunch of other things in my drafts that I will be getting to ASAP. Took me three months to stop procrastinating, but I'm done!

Thankyou so so so so so so sooo much if you read and made it this far!! please, follow, like and reblog so that you could get even better fanfics like this!!

-Berry.

[baileypie-writes]

HII can I request for sum velvet x male reader? (again💀) where reader is jealous bc a lot of ppl is kinda flirting with vel in the internet...I'm so sorry for requesting sm, I just can't find any other ppl writing for velvet and male reader soo...

A/N ~ Sure! I don’t mind the requests btw, request as much as you like! Hope you enjoy!

~Only You~

Velvet x Male!Reader

Fandom: Trolls 3: Band Together

Reader: Male

Relationship: Romantic

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Synopsis: Velvet gets flirted with a lot on the internet, and it’s starting to make you jealous.

Warnings: Jealousy(Reader), cringe

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Gosh, you were bored. You thought having the day off would mean having fun, but no. You were just sitting on your couch, flipping through channels on the TV. Nothing good seemed to be on, so you just gave up, and turned it off.

Suddenly, a notification went off on your phone, so you picked it up to look at it. It was a notification telling you that Velvet posted a picture on her social media. You always like her posts, she’s your girlfriend after all. So you open the app. A smile crept onto your face, happy to have something to occupy you for at least a moment.

The photo she posted was of her reflection in her mirror. She was trying out a new makeup look, and of course, she looked beautiful. She really knocked it out of the park with this look. You personally never thought of someone wearing purple lipstick before, but it looked great on her. Especially paired with the matching, glittery eyeshadow she had on.

You liked the post, and opened the comments to leave a compliment. But the ones that were already there caught your eye. Many guys were leaving comments that were obviously an attempt at flirting.

“Wow, you’re so hot! Do you have a boyfriend?”

“Cute! Are you single?”

“That’s a nice look. Wanna chat?”

You scrolled further, seeing more comments similar to those. Checking the profiles of those guys, a lot of them were older, making you almost feel ill. The fact that these men had no shame asking a woman out without so much as a “hello” made you upset, to say the least. Especially at the fact that the two of you have been openly dating for a few months. They could’ve checked her profile before asking, but you guessed that they didn’t care all that much.

A phone call from Velvet interrupted you from your thoughts. You answered it within seconds, happy to talk to her. “Hello?”

“Hey babe. I’m bored, can I come over?” Velvet asked, getting straight to the point.

“Sure. I’m actually bored too, so perfect timing.” You responded.

After saying your goodbyes, you hung up, and waited.

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It didn’t take long for Velvet to arrive. You met her at the door, since you had nothing else to do. You made sure to wave to Veneer, who drove her, before going inside.

The two of you headed to the living room, and Velvet flopped on the couch. She pulled out her phone, checking her notifications from her new post. “I see you liked my photo.” She said, smiling.

“Of course I did. I always like every one you post.” You said, sitting down next to her, and wrapping your arm around her.

Velvet hummed, and went to the comment section. Your smile faded as you saw all the comments from earlier. She didn’t have any reaction to them, just reading them. She liked a few comments, mostly from other celebrities, and turned off her phone.

“A lot of people liked it. Not that that’s surprising.” She said confidently.

“Yeah. Especially the men.” You mumbled the last part.

Velvet lightly gasped. “Aww, are you jealous?” She teased. She grabbed your face with one hand, giving your cheeks a squeeze.

“Well… yeah. It’s hard not to be when they say things like that. Like, our relationship has been public for a while now.”

Velvet laughed. “Well, don’t you worry. I don’t pay attention to those guys. Only you.” She released your face, giving one of your cheeks a pat. Then she went back on her phone, leaving the conversation behind.

Her reassurance made you feel a lot better. You know that Velvet’s loyal, but seeing how other guys are can make you feel insecure at times. So you’re thankful to have a girlfriend who pays them no mind.

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~~baileypie-writes

[dsireland86]

The Things We Could Never Change

Chapter 2 Part 2

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The Day after... it's not always terrible.

Noah:

I woke up, flat on my back, head off the pillow, but the blanket over top of me. As my vision cleared, Sophie was nowhere to be seen. My heart started pounding, thinking maybe she regretted last night; the things we did, the things I said. Was it all too much and she felt pressured or overwhelmed? My head was starting to panic. I ran my hands over my face, trying to convince myself everything was okay, but it didn't help. I sat up, looking around for my shirt only to remember that I'd used it on Sophie, making me remember the corner I threw it in; it was still there.

A big smile swept over my face. Looking over at the desk, still disheveled from Sophie's beautiful body sprawled out all over it, I crawled over to it and opened the right side drawer. Her black panties were still there, right where I'd put them. "Good girl," I thought to myself, grinning. I sat back against the couch, remembering the way she tasted, and the way she felt the moment I entered her for the first time. Her tightness hugged me so well, and her wetness made it so easy for me to slide in and out, that just thinking about it was making me hard. I ran my hands through my hair, standing up and slipping my shorts on.

I needed to find Sophie and make sure everything was good between us, especially now that she knew the truth about me and Sarah. I needed to know if she was still willing to commit herself to me, to us, with this kind of baggage attached, but first I needed a shower. My stomach suddenly hurt, the anxiety nipping away on the inside and it felt like there was a giant hole in me. I needed to fill that hole. I need my girl.

Jolly:

"So he told you everything then?" I asked Sophie, setting a hot cup of coffee down in front of her. Nicholas and Folio sat on either side of her and Matt was leaning against the wall behind them, listening to her tell us what had happened last night. 

"Yeah, he did. And I swear to god, if the woman does anything more to hurt Noah again I will," Sophie closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Let's just say I won't play nicely," she admitted, picking up the hot cup and taking a sip. "I think I would fucking pay to see that shit go down," Matt laughed. "I have no doubt you'd kick Sarah's ass. She's one of "those" girls anyway." 

Sophie raised her eyebrows. "Those girls?"

"Yeah, you know the "Oh my God I chipped a nail and smudged my mascara" girls." 

Sophie busted out laughing at Matt's imitation of Sarah. I had to admit, he wasn't too far off. 

"By the sound of things last night, it seems like you and Noah are in a good place though, right?" I asked, peering up at her, hoping I didn't embarrass her too much.

Sophie's face turned bright red as she covered her face with her hands.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so, so sorry. I told Noah,"

"No, no, no, don't apologize. That's not what I mean," I said chuckling. I reached out and took her hands away from her face and laid them flat on the counter. 

"You made Noah happy last night Sophie. You've been making him happy for the last eight months. We've never seen him like he is when he's with you." 

She looked around at the others and they all nodded. "It's true," Matt agreed. "Even with Sarah, he wasn't this happy. He's different since being with you. It's like you bring out the best in him." Nicholas took Sophie's hand as he smiled kindly at her. 

"I don't know what to say, guys. I'm flattered, honestly. I'm just doing what feels natural; feels right. It's really easy for me to be the way I am when I'm with Noah. I've never had that feeling before and it's so different than how it was when I was with," she stopped, looking down and rubbing her eyes with her fingers. Sophie tried her best to fight the tears that were coming. I rubbed her hand as Folio pulled her into him, wrapping his arms tightly around her. She embraced him fully, laying her head on his chest. I admired their relationship; it was deep and the exact thing Sophie needed in times like this. 

"Is there something we should know," Folio asked her softly. Sophie nodded. "Please don't say anything to Noah. He doesn't need to know right now with all that he has going on, but Perry's been texting me for the last week. He's been apologizing non-stop, begging to meet so he can apologize to my face, and saying things like he understands what he's done to me was horrible and unsafe." She sniffed, wiping her cheeks with her fingers.

"Please tell me you don't really believe that nutcase, Sophie," Nick sighed, handing her a tissue. "No! Of course not. I mean a part of me wants to. I was going to tell Noah when I got the very first text, but that was the day Matt called him, so I never got the chance to."

"Thanks a lot, Matt. You really fucked things up," Folio joked, playfully shoving Matt in the chest. He nodded holding his arms up. "It's fine, I'll fully take the blame. Sorry, I screwed things up for you, Soph." 

"You didn't," she chuckled, dabbing her nose with the tissue. "I can't tell him now. I'm afraid he'll lose it. Just the mention of Perry's name gets him upset. I don't want to know what he'll do when he finds this out."

"That's because seeing you the way we did that night really messed him up, Sophie," Folio explained. "Noah only remembered your face from the show and the connection the two of you had. When you showed up at that bar all bruised and bloody, it messed with his head. It wasn't until we got you home and he saw the marks on your body that he got pissed. I thought the man was going to hunt that asshole down himself and do only god knows what to him, but thankfully he listened to me." 

"What did you say to him?" There was dead silence. I looked over at Nicholas, who was looking at Matt, who was looking at Folio, who was staring straight at the countertop. "Nick, what did you say to him," Sophie pleaded, leaning forward and touching his arm. "I didn't say anything to him," Folio confessed, lifting his head and trying to hide his grin. "I'm so confused." Sophie shook her head and sat back, crossing her arms. 

"He fucking bitch slapped Noah in the face, is what he did," Matt spewed out." I held my laugh, remembering the look on Noah's face that night, and busted out laughing anyway. "Dude, it was way too funny," Nicholas said, laughing as he retold what happened. "The look Noah had afterward was hilarious. I thought he was going to choke the shit out of Folio, but just turned around and went to take a shower." 

"Oh, shit. What did he do after that? Anything?" 

"Nah. He was chilled afterward. Just paced a lot and worried about you. He did go up to see you at one point the next night; don't know if you remember that. He stayed with you until the following day and that's when you finally came down." Sophie looked as if she remembered that day all too well. 

"Noah told me he loved me last night," she said, a bright smile lighting up her once-fallen face. "See," Nicholas nudged her with his shoulder. "You have nothing to worry about."

"Noah may seem angry and aggressive a lot," "Because he is," Matt and Folio both said at the same time. Sophie's eyes grew wide as she turned to look at them both. "But," I said, pulling her attention back to me, "he does most of it for defense. Most of the time he's just afraid of getting hurt; just like you." 

She nodded, seeming to understand. "You need to tell him, Soph. He'll understand." 

"Tell him, who, what?" Noah asked, walking into the kitchen and clasping his hands down on my shoulders. He was freshly showered and staring at Sophie like she was the only person that mattered in the room and the smile he wore suited him. It thrilled me to see it; it had been too long.

"What are we talking about?" 

"Um," she looked over at me and I half smiled, nodding my head a little to give her some encouragement.

"Well, can I tell you later? Why don't you get some breakfast first?" Sophie looked like she was about to cry and Noah seemed to catch on. He went to her taking her face in between his hands and kissed her forehead before giving her a quick kiss on the lips. "Sure. We should talk later," he agreed, giving her a reassuring smile. 

"So, does this mean we can officially call Sophie your girlfriend? Like for real life?" Noah gave Nicholas the most confused look, but instead of asking, he just grinned, taking Sophie's hand. "Yeah, I guess it does. As long as Sophie is okay with it." Sophie nodded. "Yeah I'm okay with it," she approved, smiling up at Noah. "Alright! For real life now, Sophie and Noah are a couple," Nicholas clapped his hands together. "Dude you're so weird sometimes," Noah laughed, throwing a quick punch to Nick's stomach, making him flinch. Today was going to be a good day.

[lolotr]

fanfic author 20 questions!

I am late to the party, but i was tagged by @shadowquill17, thanks my love <3 <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

51

2. What’s your total AO3 wordcount?

162,166 total words! Not too shabby

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I've written for a bunch of fandoms, but these days it's mostly Dead Boy Detectives. in theory i have other fandoms, but none that i'm so feral for at the moment

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

all of them are DBD which is kind of astonishing to me, this fandom never ceases to amaze 1. after the insects have laid their claim 2. like breathing 3. terms of endearment 4. a certain step towards falling in love 5. you can throw a party full of everyone you know

5. Do you respond to comments?

yes, every single one, no matter how old the fic is! i might be a little slow or miss one every so often, but i really try hard to respond to every one i get. comments mean the absolute world to me, so i want to thank everyone who takes time out of their day to tell me they enjoyed my work <3 <3 i also LOVE when fanfic writers respond to me, so i assume other people do, too

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

i am an angst with a happy ending sort of bitch, but probably one of the fics i wrote during the Nothing Much To Do Radio Silence (TM) when we were all losing our minds with no updates. haven't read those in forever, so maybe Something to Do, Someone to Blame? or maybe it isn't cinema that i wrote for Nothing Like the Sun? or maybe Tropes for Keleidotrope?

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

gosh, so many. again, i write mostly happy ending stuff, so it's hard to pick just one. maybe my fourth favorite public building to visit, if i had to pick one that hasn't been mentioned already. though after the insects have laid their claim has a VERY happy and corny ending that i will forever be proud of haha

8. Do you get hate on fics?

no, thank goodness

9. Do you write smut?

yeah! i'm new to it, but it's a lot of fun

10. Do you write crossovers?

not usually, but i'll stick characters from one universe into a similar universe because something resonates (like Heartstopper Squared or The Quest of the Maddening Mace), but i don't usually write characters meeting or anything like that.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i know of! *fingers crossed*

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

no, but if anyone wants to do so, just make sure to tag me in it and go right ahead!

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

yeah! i have stuff in progress (that we haven't worked on in a while sorry @courfaeriedust) but i've also definitely written collabs that i've published, i think?

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Charles and Edwin from Dead Boy Detectives have such a special place in my heart, and I really hope this hyperfixation doesn't go anywhere, but in terms of pure longevity? Merlin and Arthur from BBC Merlin. I've been reading that shit for a decade. Special shoutout to Alex and Henry from Red, White, and Royal Blue, and Drew and Harrison from Keleidotrope, because I'm still insane about you all too, don't worry.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

THAT IS QUITTER TALK AND I WILL NOT STAND FOR IT. but to give a kind of cutesie answer, i'm not sure i'll ever be done with the libraryverse. there's so much story there, and i keep having ideas for it, so maybe i'll be able to keep playing in it forever. that would be kind of nice.

16. What are your writing strengths?

why are you making me say nice things about myself. why. overall, i think i'm good at dialogue. i actually wrote a whole manuscript in instant messages because i love writing dialogue so much. i'm pretty good at getting into characters' voices, whether they're my own or someone else's, and i find a lot of joy in writing everything from banter to flirting to meaningful conversations (but some of those are easier than others lol)

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

action, descriptions, things that aren't dialogue. i also tend to keep my writing kind of short, so i don't always allow for moments to breathe the way they should.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

woooooof the only other language i speak is hebrew (and not amazingly well) so probably not. if i ever got good enough at another language, maybe? but english is my first and by far my strongest language, so I don't think i'd ever be able to express myself well

19. First fandom you wrote for?

as far as i remember, Lord of the Rings. (no you will never find it.)

20. Favorite fics you’ve written?

HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO CHOOSE, THEY'RE ALL MY CHILDREN. how about this, you tell ME what your fave stories of mine are, because im tired of linking things. and because i thrive on praise lol

i am too lazy to tag people specifically, so anyone who writes fic is welcome to answer!

[crazycurly-77]

Healing processes - Ch 15

You’ll both never forget the next morning.

After an intoxicating night of love, you woke up tightly entwined after a peaceful sleep and dreams of a wonderful future together.

You slowly opened your eyes and looked straight into his. You smiled happily at each other and greeted each other with a gentle "good morning" and a tender kiss.

But this idyll was suddenly interrupted by Jethro's alarm clock. He had already set it to snooze twice because he just found it too nice to watch you sleep. He would have loved to hold you in his arms and admire you for longer, but unfortunately you had to get up. DiNozzo and McGee were coming soon and he didn't want them to find you in bed.

You both quickly took a shower and were just about to make coffee when the two of them arrived.

Seeing them just walk into his house like that made Gibbs immediately realize that he absolutely had to lock the door. Who knows who else might come in? He couldn't risk you being in danger in his house.

So he grabbed his coffee, went to the door and locked it. The guys watched him with wide eyes, because this was something completely new. In all their time of knowing him, the boss had never locked his door.

What was going on here? They thought in amazement. They looked at you questioningly, but you just shrugged your shoulders in response.

Today there was paperwork on the work schedule. None of you liked it, but it was part of it. At least you had less to do with it than your team leader and that was a good thing.

"Boss... I'm really glad you're never sick, otherwise I'd have to deal with all the administrative stuff," Tony said with a happy laugh.

And then it happened.

Gibbs reached out and gave him a head-slap.

Suddenly you felt dizzy and a thousand images and memories flooded your brain. Yes, you suddenly remembered Tony and Jethro...and that was good. Or wasn't it?

Because you thought in horror about the previous night and what you, or rather what Gibbs and you, had done. You slept with each other...YOU slept with your BOSS!!!!

Your eyes widened in terror and filled with tears and before anyone could say anything, you ran into your room, threw yourself on the bed and started sobbing miserably.

You felt like your throat was closing. Oh my Gosh, what was he thinking of you now? He would surely fire you. Or maybe you should leave voluntarily, because last night and especially the morning were beautiful. It felt like you had finally found a real home. Here. With him. By his side. That only made you sob even more.

The day had started so well and now everything was gone and your despair was endless.

One floor down, your colleagues were sitting at the dining table and looking at each other helplessly. Someone should look after you, but who? Gibbs would be the best person, but your horror when you recognized him suggested that this was probably not a good idea.

But someone had to take care of you. So Jethro got up with a sigh and tried to prepare himself as best as possible for the upcoming conversation. This was the situation he had feared and it tore his heart into a thousand pieces.

It was too good to be true. A wonderful night with you and an even more wonderful morning waking up with you in his arms...he had hoped so much to wake up like this every morning from now on. But that hope was probably in vain.

He knocked carefully on your door.

He didn't get an answer, but that had to be clarified. So he took a deep breath, gathered his courage and went in.

What he saw almost made his heart stop with grief. You were huddled on the bed and crying bitterly.

“Y/N? It's me,” he said softly, carefully walking towards you.

At his words you stiffened and your sobs subsided with tension.

When he got to your bed he hesitated for a moment. Then he sat down next to you.

He was afraid of the outcome of this conversation and all he could do was hope for the best.

He gently put a hand on your shoulder and whispered: “You remember me and who I am?”

He knew that you did, but he didn't know how else to start.

Nodding, you answered him quietly: “Yes, I remember... you are Leroy Jethro Gibbs... my boss... and... and... we... slept with each other last night.”

He laughed briefly. How ironic. It was the best and most beautiful night of his life and the day had started so well...and now everything was going to hell...he should have known...

"Yes, we did," he said.

"But that doesn't change how I feel about you or our jobs."

Then came what made his worst fears come true: "I don't know if I can do this. I love you with all my heart and am very grateful for what you’ve done for me...but I’ve to deal with all of this first.”

He nodded. Now the tears of endless disappointment came to his eyes. Another dream burst before his eyes...there was only one thing left for him to do: “It's fine. Take the time you need. You’ll stay here with me until you're well again. Then you can go home, if you want.”

You could only nod. He understood and left the room.

When he arrived in the dining room, DiNozzo and McGee had left; they felt that you both didn't need another person around you at the moment.

(Only 2 more chapters remain.)

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Here you will find the other chapters of this story.

Masterlist stories - Part 1 (finished ones)

Masterlist stories - Part 2 (finished/ongoing)

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Tags: @ilovemark1951, @hobby27

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[skullsgrowontrees]

ARCANE SEASON 2 SPOILERS!!

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I have a lot to say.

1) Oh my gosh, I did NOT expect Sky to hahnt the narrative like this. I'm so happy they're using her for this, I was getting bored of people saying she was a wasted character when it was obvious they were setting up something. I also wanna add (which is a little bit of a tangent but wtv) that this, to me does not confirm that Viktor had a romantic interest for Sky necessarily, but to me it shows that he did CARE about her a lot. I was getting a little upset at discussions saying that Viktor simply never cared for Sky and she only mattered when she died, since it made Viktor realize his effects on other people. She had way more of an impact on him than this (obviously, they've known each other since childhood). I don't believe he ever saw her romantically tho. Probably just go a lot more attached upon reading the confession she had written for him. Nevertheless, I am sooooo enjoying this sort of messiah persona their giving him (it lines up well with what we know of him in the games).

2) A part of me is a little sad that a Mel wasn't the one who died. Not because I hate her character, in fact, I find her to be very interesting (The stuff with her mom is ALWAYS so visceral to me???). I just think that it would have had a lot more of an impact on Jayce and probably given her mom more of a reason to be here. It also would have given the start of the season more emotional weight. Sure, I'm sad that Caitlin's mom died and I'm happy this is being used as a drive for her, but it just didn't hit me as hard as it could have. I have some thoughts on it is all.

3) Does anybody else find it kind of jarring how many musical moments there are? It's not that I dislike them or anything, but I liked that there were less of them in the first season so it felt fresh and unique to the scenes when there were. In the first episodes, I can already count like a good 3-4 of them. Just thought it was a strange decision.

4) Gosh, I am loving some of the new character's and their designs. I hope we see more of them. They look really good. In general, the show is just as, if not MORE aesthetically pleasing than in season 1. Everybody and everything just looks really nice and I'm happy that's something that wasn't slept on.

5) I really like the Sevika/Jinx alliance! OH, THAT AND THE LITTLE KID! I love the idea of putting Jinx in a sort of protector role after having every older figure in her life promise to keep her safe just to fail at it. At first, I thought it might not fit her, but I think it's a good decision.

6) Jayce and Viktor breakup part 2... Omfg, these two. THE HUG SCENE. IT'S SO... INTIMATE. The way Viktor was caressing Jayce's back, it's like the other was precious. I felt like I was interrupting something like HELLO??? "It was affection that held us together."

...IT WAS AFFECTION THAT HELD US TOGETHER. SAY FUCKING SIKE RN. I DID NOT WAIT THIS LONG FOR YOU TOO TO TENDERLY EMBRACE AGAIN JUST FOR YOU TO THROW THIS SHIT AT ME. OML. They make me sick. They make me ILL.

7) Vi is having the police effect rn (The oppressed becomes the oppressor). It was to be expected since yk, the games, but like I hate seeing it in real time. I hate seeing how little fights for it not to happen.

8) The Vi x Caitlyn stuff is real cute, but I'd be lying if I said I found the Caitlyn stuff to be very interesting at the start... I'm sorry, but we have so many things to deal with rn, how are we spending this much time over the poor girl's dead mother. It was just uninteresting to me, but it was a vehicle for the fun stuff to start, so I can't really be mad.

9) Seeing how the underground functions now that Silko is dead has been a lingering question of mine for a while and I'm happy that it was answered!

10) I was so worried the second intro wouldn't be as good and was even kinda wondering if they would just go for the same one, but I LOVE the vibes and tones set for the second! It doesn't beat the first, since that's almost an impossible task, but it's a fun treat and I am also not skipping that one when I watch an episode from now on.

11) And of course, the most important thing; EKKO LOOKS SO FUCKING FINE UGHHHHH HE FINALLY GETS MORE SCREEN TIMEEEEE!!!

LORD, HAVE MERCY.

Oh, and the Heimerdinger stuff with him is also cool ig.