#oneshots I said I’d do and haven’t done

[luna-the-cretar]

How do people with executive dysfunction take pills at a consistent time every day? I can have my phone scream at me that I need to take my pills, and my body will still be like “but…no…”

[gayczennie]

Forever ago I said I’d write this oneshot for Johnny, but I haven’t been in the headspace to write for a while. Today I randomly felt the inspiration to write a bit. I apologize if it doesn’t read well, I may or may not have written it while high af. It took way longer than I thought it would to lead into the actual sex part of the story, so there’s not really any smut in this yet. I’ll try to return later and write the actual smut later, but in the mean time enjoy whatever this is 🤩

Johnny x male reader

General summary: Johnny jerks you off after practice as a reward for getting through a really long day despite being super sore from yesterday’s activities

Reader is having a really hard time keeping it together with all the stress of being an idol

Johnny has been mentoring him and helping him get into shape

Johnny drags him to the car straight after practice seeing that reader is on the verge of breaking down

“Fuck this is exhausting!” you exclaim pushing back your hair that’s sticking to your forehead from all the sweat. “I don’t know why this choreography just isn’t getting through my head. And I’m tired and sore and I just wanna be done for the day so bad!!” Your throat stings from all the cardio you’ve been getting and your thighs shake under you, threatening to give way and send you collapsing onto the floor. You’d been obsessing over looking perfect for the performance that’s quickly approaching. Every free second of the day was spent in a practice room or with Jonny at the gym. He’d been so patient with you the last two weeks, really taking you under his wing. Johnny had made it his personal mission to get you whipped into shape before the upcoming reward show stage with the rest of NCT 127. The two of you had spent a lot of time together recently and you were of course naturally becoming closer. Johnny was harsh on you though, always manhandling your body into the correct form whether you were lifting weights improperly at the gym or doing the choreo slightly wrong. It had left you feeling a weird mix of admiration for the man mixed with a slight fear of his stearnness… and maybe, just maybe, it made you feel a tiny bit turned on feeling his harsh glare and his strong hands around your body guiding you to where you needed to be…

“You done complaining y/n?” asks Johnny from his place on the floor in front of you. He sits in front of the practice room mirror where he’s been for the last 3 hours straight helping you drill your choreography. “I know you’ve been working hard all day baby. But I think you can nail it if you go one or two more times y/n.” Fuck did he just say baby? Did you hear him right?. Maybe the tension you’d been feeling between the two of you the last couple weeks wasn’t all in your head after all. Too exhausted and sore to get your hopes up just yet though, you respond in a whining voice“Johnny I can’t. My whole body hurts and I can barely even move anymore. What’s the point? The performance is so soon anyways I’m not gonna get any better.” You expect Johnny to scold you and tell you to run it again, but instead you see a glimmer in his eyes and the start of a smirk spreading across his face. “Keep going until I tell you it’s satisfactory, and I’ll surprise you with a reward baby. How does that sound?” There it was again. “Baby”. You were certainly intrigued to say the least. Before you even have a chance to respond, Johnny hits play on the music again and you get back into position for another shot at the choreo.

Your legs are still shaking, but you do your best to keep it together and run the song again. Every ounce of your concentration goes into perfecting the dance, hoping that this will finally be the last run through. You put on your best show and move with every bit of energy you’ve got left, sweat spraying across the room as you move to the beat. Finally, the song’s end comes to an end and you finish and then fall to the ground. Rolling over onto your back, you peer up at the ceiling through hooded eyes and Johnny moves into your field of vision. His head hovers over you, making his necklace dangle over your face. “I won’t lie to you, you still have more work to do y/n. But you’re getting better for sure. You worked hard today and you looked good doing it. Come on” he said, holding a hand out to you to help you off the floor. You ignore his outreached hand and instead meet his eyes and ask “Johnny. Is it really still bad? Be honest. I need to know if it sucked”. Tears prickle at your eyes and Johnny’s smirk down at you on the ground quickly fades. He scoops you up onto your feet and places his hands on your shoulders. “Y/n. You don’t suck at all. It was really fucking good! I’m just being hard on you because I wanted you to keep improving. I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

Somehow Johnny’s words of encouragement make you feel worse, as if he’s lying to you just to make you feel better. “Baby don’t worry about it ok. You looked really good. Like I said before. How about that reward?” He tilts your head up at him and you notice that same glimmer enter his eyes again. It hits you too that he’s got his hands on you again, manipulating your movement the way he so often does. You let him grab your hand and guide you toward the door to finally leave the SM building. The two of you walk toward his car in the parking lot to go home, but to your surprise Johnny leads you both toward the back doors of the car instead of the driver’s and passenger’s seats. “Are we not going home? Johnny I’m so exhausted and I just wanna lie down and cr-

Your words are cut off as Johnny shuts the door and aggressively presses his lips against yours. You’re a little caught off guard at first, after all you didn’t even know if he was gay, but it doesn’t take any convincing for you to kiss him back passionately. Johnny’s hands waste no time exploring your body, and settling around your waist where he can easily control your small body against his. Pulling back a little, Johnny is the first to speak. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that y/n. Watching you train at the gym and in the studio has been turning me on for the longest time.” You smack his chest and ask him “why did you wait so long to do anything about it? You think I’m not thinking the same thing staring at your muscles every day? Or feeling your hands around my waist while we work on the dance? I’ve been spending all this time worrying and feeling stupid and you were interested in me the whole time??”

“I was waiting until I was sure you felt the same way” He shrugged. “What the fuck Johnny. I’ve been trying to hide a boner like ten times a day because of yo- He cuts you off again with a kiss. His tongue slides into your mouth, exploring a bit, while one arm wraps around your lower back. He lowers you down on your back in the backseat while continuing his attack on your lips. “You taste salty” he whispers as he pulls away slightly to remove his shirt. The sight of Johnny’s impressive muscles makes your dick jump in your pants. For once, you do nothing to hide it. You want to fuck Johnny. And it looks like he wants to fuck you too

To be continued.

[hamiltonaf]

Ferrari Fangirl | Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x Female Reader

Requested: Anonymous

Word Count: 1.3K

Warnings: Jealousy / Possesive

A/N: Being a F1 girly, I thought colliding my 2 favourite worlds would be fun. Should I do more F1 x Football oneshots like this in future ? Let me know. Hope you babes enjoy .xoxo

Summer break was finally here and I couldn’t be more happy right now to spend more time with Kylian. The past month has been hard being away from Kylian for so long and only seeing him about once or twice a week, but it’s okay because hard work pays off and luckily my summer break synchronised perfectly with Kylian’s.

The start of the summer break couldn’t have been more surreal when Kylian had told me about 2 weeks ago that we have an opportunity to attend the Spanish GP. Internally I screamed, actually remembering back to that moment I believe I started screaming over the phone. Kylian knows about my love for F1 from when I was much younger. I became so used to multitasking for so many years that attending Kylian’s matches and watching F1 on my phone was normal, or even on days when I never attended, I’d have both the match and race playing simultaneously.

I have been to a race before, but with my family. Attending a race with Kylian and having paddock passes made it all the more special. Kylian specially mentioning that we were going because of me literally melted my heart, I’m very very lucky. I love this man so much.

This morning we started off on the wrong foot when Kylian saw my very obvious Ferrari fan outfit. “You look amazing especially in that skirt, but you have to change” he said as he eyes me from head to toe. “What ! Why ? What’s wrong with what I’m wearing ?” I asked confused. “First of all, that skirt is very dangerous. Secondly, if you were lost in that paddock, they’ll return you to Charles or Carlos rather than me” he said as he stared me down. “And how is that a bad thing ?” I teased. “Babe don’t even start” he said. “Ky I literally don’t have anything else to wear right now because this was all I had left here at your place. Besides that, we’re running late” I said as I grabbed a hold of his hand and pulled him along with me.

“You’re doing this on purpose” he said as he placed his hands on my waist. “Am not. Now please don’t start otherwise we’re not going to leave here anytime soon” I warned and just then he nuzzled his face into my neck to place soft kisses. “Ky you can’t, we have to go” I giggled as I then ran away from him to get to the car. I wasn’t prepared for the amount of media that was at the airport or in the paddock. The large crowd was actually giving me anxiety but thank god Kylian held my hand the entire time and gave it a squeeze from time to time to reassure me. I honestly haven’t seen the paddock this busy in a while, I guess due to so many other footballers attending fans are going crazy. Don’t blame them.

My heart was actually racing and I felt the sweat start in the palm of my hands when we were getting closer to the Ferrari hospitality. Oh my days. “Are you okay ?” He asked as we entered the hospitality. “Yep I’m fine” I smiled and huffed. We were guided by staff to meet both Carlos and Charles. Deep down I was freaking out and my inner fangirl was screaming.

Kylian greeted both Charles and Carlos before I did by shaking their hands. Just as I greeted Charles first, he took me by surprise to kiss both sides of my cheek. French greetings. Carlos had done the same. I swear I was on Cloud 9. I could just tell by Kylian’s body language that he was jealous but was trying not to show it. Even through those sunglasses, I could feel his gaze burning into me.

Both Charles and Carlos were so sweet, just as I imagined, as they gave us a tour through the garage, explained their steering wheel and allowed us to jump into the car. I was quite smitten by Charles since I’ve been a fan since he was in Sauber.

Carlos was busy talking to Kylian whilst Charles helped me step into his car with the help of his hand. I stole a glance at Kylian and might I say he did not look very happy. I didn’t mind him because this all still felt unreal and I was trying to take everything in as much as I possibly can, it’s not everyday that I get to experience the life in the paddock.

Eventually Carlos and Kylian had joined our conversation since Charles was explaining the chassis. When it was time for me to hop out of the car, it only then occurred to me that it was not going to be easy considering I had heels on and a skirt. Well shit. Charles had first offered his hand for me to stand up, the difficult part was jumping out of the car with a skirt. I guess Charles had put two and two together as he placed his hands on my waist whilst I placed my hands on his shoulders, carrying me out of the car before settling me down.

“Merci beaucoup” I said to Charles, as Kylian then wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me beside him. He smiled in reply. Eventually we had to leave the hospitality to go to the paddock lounge to wait ahead of the race. Kylian still hasn’t said a word to me but his grip was still firm on my waist until we were seated in the paddock lounge. “What’s gotten into you ?” I asked during the few minutes we had alone. “I- nothing” he brushed it off since Neymar walked over to join us. Perfect timing Ney. I sat for a while opposite them, occasionally Kylian and I stealing glances at each other, eventually I got up and walked over to the balcony.

After some time Kylian and Ney stepped onto the balcony and stood beside me. Kylian stood close beside me whilst leaning on the glass. I continued looking ahead at the track as if I was studying it whilst Kylian was looking at me. “It’s rude to stare” I said whilst not looking at him. “What happened earlier…jealous ?” I teased as I turned to look at him. “Me ? Jealous ? No” he laughed. “I think everyone in that whole room knew, especially Carlos and Charles” I crossed my arms over my chest. “If I’m being honest, I was just thinking how did I let you leave the house with that skirt on. I wasn’t ready to fight” he joked.

“You know what’s the joke here ? You bought it for me” I stifled a laugh. “So that means you wear it when we’re alone” he said as he leaned in closer to say lower. “I doubt anyone cared to notice what I wore today” I shrugged. “Trust me, they noticed” he rolled his eyes. “Aww but babes theirs nothing for you to be jealous about. If it makes you feel better, Charles and Carlos aren’t my crushes for today” I smiled proudly. “Hmm I wonder who is” he grinned. “It’s Lewis silly” I said seriously. His face dropped into a straight line as he looked away. “Ky you’re literally so cute and funny when you get jealous” I said as I cupped his cheeks and made him look at me.

“Lighten up babe, I’m joking. I only have eyes for you, it would take a lot for you to get rid of me because I’m not going anywhere” he stood up straight as I wrapped my arms around his neck. “That’s what I like to hear” he grinned as he closed the gap and connected his lips with mine.

[fantasyandshit]

Tea time

Type:one shot

Pairing: Azriel x reader

Summary: Yn sees a new kind of tea while shopping at one of her favorite shops, come to find out it’s a strong form of aphrodisiac, reverting the drinkers to ‘their most primal instincts’. Not believing it she decides to make it for her and her mate as a joke.

(A/n, this is my first go at smut. I’m so sorry if it sucks. Also sorry I haven’t posted in forever, I had like zero ideas- this why I need y’all to help me, I can’t make decisions for myself. Anyway on too the Oneshot)

Azriel is out on yet another spymaster mission, so to kill a bit of time, I stroll through the isle of my favorite tea shop in Velaris, Trixies tea time shop. As I’m looking through the different teas I spot a box I’ve never seen before, it’s red and black, with a heart on the front, looking at the description to see what it tastes like I see something…interesting.

This is a drink to give you and your partner a once in a lifetime experience. The natural roots in this drink revert one to their most natural state, all while tasting like sweet and sour cherry.

I inspect the box for a few more moments before ultimately deciding to take it. My poor Az has been so stressed lately, maybe this could help him unwind and lead to a night of fun for the both of us, also wever tried nearly every method to get me pregnant as we desperately want a little one of our own. Besides what’s the harm if it’s simply a hoax. Taking the three new times I’ve grabbed to the desk, the woman-Trixie who I’ve made friends with smiles as she looks at the red and black box.

“So you’ve got plans for tonight?” She teases softly as she tells me my total. I roll my eyes before thanking her and walking back home.

———

“Hey Az baby?”

“Yes love?”

“I’ve made some tea for us.” I smile softly as I set it on the coffee table in front of where he sits reading on the couch.

“Thank you sweetheart.” One of his rare smiles save for me graces his lips as he kisses my head softly before picking up the glass and bringing it to his lips. “Hmm, this is new? What is it”

“Oh just a new one at Trixies I saw, figured we could give it a try.” I bring my own glass to my lips and we both simply sit in each others presence until we’re done and take them to the kitchen.

I lay with my head in Az’s chest moments later, his hand absently running through my hair as he continues his book. “Is it hot in here?” He asks out of the blue, pulling at the color of his shirt.

“Yeah, yeah I suppose a bit.” My eyebrows scrunched as I just now noticed the sweat dripping from his forehead and my own dripping down my back. I sit up as he continues clawing at his shirt. As he peals it off with a grunt more arousal then I thought I’d ever had sweeps through me like a wave.

As my mate turns to me I hear him audibly growl before he opens his mouth and I see his canines sharpening and his eyes darkening. “What-“ another grunt, “-what was in that tea?” His voice seems deeper and by the mother I’ve never thought this male could be this attractive.

“I-it said its to bring us to our most primal instincts-I didn’t think-I thought it was a hoax.” I’m panting as all I can think about is the man in front of me turning me into his bitch, filling my womb with his seed and giving me his babies.

“I think-I don’t think it’s a hoax love.” The last word growls and an involuntary moan leaves my lips as a smirk graces his features. “I don’t think-gods you don’t know how badly I want to put you on all fours and make you my bitch, get you nice and round with my babies. How much I want to fill your womb as you beg me to stop.”

I crawl to the male like a bitch in heat. “Do it Az. Make me your bitch.” I’ve never sounded more desperate or horny in my life as something flickers in my mates eyes and he lunges for me with a growl like a predator to pray, his hand landing on my throat as the other wonders my body.

“I’m gonna make you my bitch, gonna have you begging for my babies. Do you want my babies? Want to be big and round for me?” I nod breathlessly as his hand squeezes the supple skin of my thigh. “Words baby.” His hand squeezes my neck, just enough to have me struggling slightly for air.

“Y-yes sir. Please, fill me with your babies, get me nice and round.” Just like that the weight of his body is gone and all I can do is whine, my body feeling almost heavy.

“Take off your clothes and get on all fours.” He grunts as he takes his painfully hard cock from the restraints of his pants, that’s when I notice it, a swelling knot at the base of his dick. I make quick work of slipping from my restraining clothing and getting on all fours, my Butt slightly raised and pointed towards the male. “Good girl. Such a good girl for me.” His face goes to my neck as he rubs my back and thighs.

A yelp leaves me as he sniffs my pulse point before biting down. Hard. Just as he does this his hand shimmies to my clit, rubbing softly before delving to my folds, spreading the soaked lips and feeling around them as I moan uncontrollably. He takes his fingers and brings them to my lips, “open.” I immediately obey and he sticks them in my mouth, I moan at the taste of myself on tongue as I suck his fingers like a whore. “Now here’s what’s gonna happen, I’m gonna fuck you so hard you can’t walk, I’m gonna fill you with my seed and make sure you know who owns you.”

“Yes sir.”

“Say it again.”

“Sir.”

A throaty moan leaves my mate just before he pushes into my slick folds and my head falls back in pure ecstasy.

Azriel pounds into me, his lips assaulting my neck as moans and grunts leave us both, at this point he’s fucked me in nearly every position, his cum dripping down my thighs as he pushed in again and again from behind me where I lay on my stomach. Bite marks litter both our skins, particularly near our pulse points where a delicious scent I’ve never smelt before radiates from him. “Gonna, gonna cum baby.” He sighs as he furiously drags himself in and out of my tight pussy, a ring of cream at the base of his knot. His words finish off my building orgasm as I cum hard enough to see stars. Azriel lets out one last chesty moan before his knots slips into me and I get dizzy, never have I been this full as he paints my wall with yet another load.

My mate falls to his side, me going with him seeing as we’re attached, however I don’t think I would be able to move on my own without him anyway. Az pulls me tight to his chest, nuzzling his face in my neck softly as he slowly falls asleep, snores falling from his parted lips.

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I know it sucks but I tried ok. Please give me ideas guys! My suggestion box is open and in need of some good ideas. Love y’all.

[doctorroseficmarathon]

Presenting the DoctorRose Fic Marathon 2024, August 1st-31st

Hello everyone! After taking a year off from the fic marathon we are back and bigger than ever! But since it’s been a while I figure I’ll reintroduce myself and the fic marathon! I’m @bigbad-tardis and the DoctorRose Fic Marathon is one month where authors write as much doctorrose fanfic as possible! There are prompts to get people inspired, but they are not necessary to follow. Write whatever you want, the point of the month is to just to write! The event of hosted on ao3, but the fics can be posted anywhere!

Normally the fic marathon was the month of September but because of scheduling, now the fic marathon will be moved up a month to August 1st-31st! And now there are 31 prompts instead of 30 to reflect this change! That makes this the biggest fic marathon ever. This is a beginner friendly event designed only to inspire people to write for the Doctor and Rose. It can be any pairing, ninerose, tenrose, elevenrose, hey! Even fifteenrose! Whatever floats your boat. And if you post your fic on tumblr, tag this account so I can reblog! I will also be posting on Twitter as well with help from @holdinontostars so check us out there too as docrosefic!

Before we get started, let’s refresh on the rules.

If you choose to connect any oneshots, do so as a series instead of a single story.

There is no set length or rating, write the fic you want to write! Tag your work appropriately but all types of fics are welcome during the fic marathon.

Tag the fic DoctorRose Fic Marathon (2024) so we can see what’s being posted!

Have fun!

There’s event is designed to be low stress, there is no need to feel like you have to write all of the prompts or for every day, or even in any order. They are only there to generate ideas and whatever fic you can write is plenty!

Now onto the prompts!

1. “We need you, I need you.”

This can be said in dialogue, this could be the start to the fic, whatever you want! It

2. Truth Serum

An oldie but a goodie! Keen eyes might remember it from previous events.

3. One Bed

There was only one bed, oh no, what will the Doctor and Rose do?

4. Sickfic

I’m actually not sure if I’ve done this one before. But personally I think we need more sickfics out there! This one was suggested anonymously by a follower!

5. “Who’s Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf”

Who is afraid of the Big Bad Wolf indeed, I think there is a lot more than meets the eye to our formerly godlike friend Rose Tyler.

6. Accidental Baby Acquisition

Half kidfic, half adoption, half chaos. What would it be like if the Doctor and Rose suddenly acquired a child, whether that be their own, an orphan, or anything of the sort.

7. (Super)hero

This one is a little self indulgent, but the Doctor might be one of the greatest heroes ever. Or Rose too for that matter. (But personally I’d like to see a cape or two)

8. Bad Wolf as Disability

This could be any disability, but you can’t expect me to believe that Bad Wolf didn’t leave any side effects. This was was also anonymously suggested.

9. “His One Constant Companion”

What if the Doctor’s constant companion isn’t death, but in fact someone else?

10. Episode Fix-It

Previously there was a trio of prompts corresponding to GitF, Doomsday, and Journey’s End, but I’ve combined and expanded the prompt to apply to any episode.

11. At a Ball

This was also anonymously suggested! Big fan of elaborate dresses and dancing.

12. Multi Doctor

Haven’t you wondered what it would be like for there to be multiple Doctors in the same time and only one Rose?

13. Reunion

You all know why.

14. “You Are Who You Choose to Be”

This quote from the Iron Giant is about a weapon who doesn’t want to hurt anyone, kind of like the Doctor in a way, no?

15. Time Loop

Heaven Sent, Eve of the Daleks, it’s a sci-fi classic for a reason.

16. Alternate First Meeting

This juggernaut of a prompt has been in the fic marathon three times, and that’s because it’s my favorite!

17. Phones

One of the features of New Who is that the Doctor upgrades the companions phones, how does that change the dynamic.

18. Jealousy

This was anonymously submitted as well!

19. Soulmates

Another anonymous submission but oh they’re so right. The Doctor and Rose are soulmates.

20. “The North Wind Blows and Carries Down the Distant Rose”

Have you guys ever noticed that the wind picks up during dimensional travel sometimes… the north wind carries the distant Rose? Just saying

21. Bad Wolf/The Oncoming Storm

Everyone fears someone, the TARDIS just happens to have two of the most scary people ever.

22. Supernatural

No im not talking about superwholock. Unless that’s something you like, then feel free, but this was intended to be an all encompassing trope for the people who wanted magic and mermaids. It’s even more relevant now that Doctor Who is experimenting with superstition.

23. Only Description

This guy is the only “challenging” prompt for the event. Try to write a story without dialogue and only using description.

24. Sun, Moon, and Stars

Rose Tyler burns like the sun, the Doctor sometimes lands on the moon. Loads of possibilities here!

25. The Master

I’m just saying that the Rose, Doctor, Master dynamic could be hilarious if given the chance.

26. Domestics

The Doctor said he didn’t do domestic, but ever since they met Rose they seem very versed in it. Curious.

27. “Something of the Wolf”

We all know that there has to be something has to have changed with Rose Tyler after Bad Wolf, and apparently other people have noticed too.

28. Classic

This could mean a lot of things, Classic Who references, or are the Doctor and Rose a classic love story?

29. Timey Wimey

The Tenth Doctor invented this iconic phrase, there are numerous ways this could apply to the Doctor and Rose.

30. Dreams

Look, the Doctor is a telepath, everyone dreams. Loads of possibilities here.

31. Forever

I always try to end out the month with the sappiest of prompts, and I think this one fits.

[cepalliumtm]

Glow in the Ocean 0

CW for entire fic: yandere tendencies, thalassophobia (fic takes place underwater), claustrophobia (fic takes place in a submarine), cannibalism, blood, obsessive tendencies, no use of y/n

Other info: fic is mostly written in diary style/script style, with bits of prose in between.

This will be an interesting experiment. I’ve been thinking about CC posting more longform shtuff here since I don’t know what else to post here. If anyone likes more of this, I’d be happy to post more of it.

This in particular will be the expanded version of a oneshot that I did for a collab on Quotev. Check it out, you’ll probably find some other creators that you’ll enjoy! Unfortunately I haven’t had all the parts done, so updates will be pretty slow. Hopefully I’ll be finished with it sooner than later but don’t expect much from me.

Prologue

Monday, 3:20p.m.

Dear Diary,

Despite being an official employee at Miralabs, I sure as hell don't feel like one.

How long has it been now? I'm still pretty green, and it still feels like I have yet to adjust to some of the employees. Yes, Boss is still a bitch, and once again I got blamed for something I didn't do (it's not my fault Clumsy accidentally spilled some of the samples RIGHT as I'm going by).

Why am I worried about this on my break? I don't know. I guess hiding in the storage room really helps with clearing my head. Sad how it happens.

I think I'll be fine, if I just breathe and take it in.

Oh, right, today the list will finally be announced! Just to recap: Every now and again there are team assignments that get to visit the underwater labs for their more… secretive experiments. Now most of the time the same people get announced due to experience and honestly I'm not really expecting much. However, during the last meeting Boss said that if we were lucky enough, we could get the chance to shadow one of the less classified projects to get a bit of experience under our belt.

Now, whether or not I'll be picked is a different story… again, Boss is still a bitch. I swear to god she has some kind of vendetta against me or something, I didn't even DO anything to her. It's not my fault she has a stick up her bu-

…

Okay, Imma go now. I'll be back. Standby.

-.-

Putting away your little notebook back into your bag, you stand outside in embarrassment after getting caught by one of the janitors. They stare at you, possibly with confusion and definitely with disappointment. You bow your head, squeaking an "I'm sorry!" before scattering back to your workstation. You're hoping that no one would take notice of your little stunt, or that he wouldn't say anything to your managers.

If you're being honest with yourself, you're starting to regret your life choices. You know that you're supposed to act more professional, but sometimes it feels like you're just going through the motions. The point of this job is to get a handle of lab work, form connections, get better projects, something about making the system work for you or whatnot. But well, so far within these past few months, it feels like no progress has been made. So far the only thing you've seemed to accomplish is giving your boss another reason to scrutinize you. (Thank goodness it wasn't on grounds to fire you; you'd be devastated and out of work for a long time.)

It's not all that bad. Despite the running around and menial tasks; message taking and cleaning up equipment, you still find some value in it. It's not a lot, but you've managed to talk to some of the researchers about their projects and get insight on their thought processes. It's something you take with you everywhere you go. It's why you have that little notebook with you in the first place.

As you head to your next station, you overhear some of the other people talking about the list. Right. The list that's supposed to go out tonight, after the end of today's work meeting. It's something you're mildly curious about, considering that only a handful of people get selected at all. Albeit you're heavily aware of the last attempt a trip to one of these underwater labs ended up online as a tragedy. You can still remember the headline in your head.

So, it's surprising that after just a couple of months they would try again. But you understand why. There are some staff that stay behind inside those labs; maintaining the facilities, focusing on their research. There's bound to have a shortage in supplies soon, so someone would have to go down there and deliver.

But now, after a couple of months of supply only trips with no casualties, Miralabs decided that it would be safe for an expanded crew as well as a research team to once again take one week excursions to their underwater lab. And most of the newcomers are definitely excited to take a part in one of them. Most, including you.

Now is it likely you'll actually be picked? With how you've been treated and how your supervisor thinks of you? Not a chance. But either way, it’s the one thing that you're looking forward to by the end of the day.

"Hey Greenie!"

That and actually ending your day.

-.-

6:02p.m.

Speaker: Okay, everyone settle down! We're going to be starting this meeting quickly. I know that you're all tired, but this is important if you want to end the day as soon as possible. So, let's begin, shall we?

Now first things first, some things that we all have to take note:

…

I know that I should be paying attention to whatever announcements are going on, but honestly it's really just a couple of housekeeping things that I'm used to. You know, making sure the labs are clean and that we're actually working. I don't think they'll be picking on us yet, but you never know.

Boss: If I may speak on the issue please?

And… here we go.

Honestly I can see her eyeing me as she gives out her stupid speech. What's her problem with me, seriously? If she could just get off my back, maybe she could sleep better at night or something. Listen, I'm not the one slacking off here… if she could just look at herself in the mirror then I would have more respect for her. But you know how it is.

It's so obvious she's calling me out. She's literally coughing for my attention. I'm not gonna hear the end of it when we're left alone.

After that most of meeting was pretty banal. I could tell that some of the others are checking out as much as I am, some are even dozing off as we speak. There are a couple of new projects here and there, and they're pretty interesting if you're into, you know, studying plant biology for the millionth time, or playing with chemicals for the billionth time. Obviously I know why only the boring projects get introduced in the general meeting and the cooler stuff is just codenames for something else, but I mean, it's not like I'm going to get assigned to any of them yet.

Speaking of, it makes no sense that I'm technically a lab assistant but I feel like I'm just a glorified coffee maker. Makes no sense, huh? You'd think a dignified institution that also has a lot of well… biology projects would mean that you shouldn't introduce the chance of unexpected variables like coffee spills, but I guess that's what happens when you forget about the non-lab people that walk around.

Oh! We're finally on to the topic of the day.

Speaker: And last but not least… we have one final announcement. I know that you all are excited about the reopening of the underwater lab off the coast of the city. Now, it has come to my attention from last meeting about the worry of any… incident that could happen on the way there. However, I assure you that after a couple of tests here and there, that we have worked out the kinks and that it's perfectly safe to go.

[Whispers louden among the crowd.]

Speaker: (clears throat). Settle down, settle down! Okay, so as it stands, I will call out the names that will be a part of the new research team. Since Aeviin is the one that submitted the research topic and chose the team, he will be the one in charge. Now, here are the names he has chosen for this project…

Ah, here we go. There is no way in hell that-

…

…

…

I think I just heard my name.

…

…

Speaker: If your name has been called, please stand up!

[The chosen stand up, albeit a bit slowly.]

Speaker: Now, a round of applause for our underwater research team!

[Someone starts clapping slowly, followed by several others that begin to morph into a tremendous applause, for well, a group of around forty people]

Speaker: For those that are still standing, I will be sending you an email regarding your tasks and equipment that you will need. Since this excursion will last a week, I suggest you pack accordingly. Thank you very much, and I hope to see you all at launch! And that concludes this month's meeting! Thank you all for attending.

-.-

9:03p.m.

Subj: Acceptance

Congratulations! You've been selected for our underwater program! You and a select group of candidates have been chosen to monitor our underwater site for one week.

As a reminder, your responsibility as a Recorder and Data Analyst is as follows:

Collect observations, records, and other data from various sources for analysis

Conduct data analysis to identify patterns, anomalies, etc.

Interpret data and make predictions

The Employee Rules and Guidelines for the main site will also apply here, so do your best to work as if it's another day on your site. You will be responsible for turning in your reports at the end of the week when you return. Failure to do so will result in consequences, including but not limited to termination.

Make sure to prepare for what is needed for a one week trip. We advise to bring extra clothing. If you have any other questions, feel free to contact your supervisor for further information.

Thank you! The Sub-Miracle Team

-.-

Wednesday, 3:00p.m.

Dear Diary,

I honestly can't believe that I was actually chosen for this assignment. Tbh I didn't expect my bitchy boss to bring up my name for the list of recommendations. I mean, yeah I kinda have a lame job (I wish I was doing the more TECHNICAL stuff, but I guess that's what happens when you don't pay much attention to the lab classes at school) but it's still amazing that I get to go to one of the offshore sites this early in the game.

I talked to one of my coworkers about it and he said that not a lot of people (at least on our site) actually gets access to go there. Since we're the more surface level stuff I guess it means our projects tend to be the more boring ones, but I mean I'm not really complaining much about it (I just wish I didn't feel like I have eyes hovering over me whenever I record my data)

Honestly though I think I really got the job because I'm the only one that actually gets the reports in on time. Who knows though.

I don't even know if I want to go now that I got some time to think about about it. I know, I packed all my things and all, but it's pretty nerve-wracking to say the least. I mean, I'm going on board on a Mirasub. A Mirasub! What people would say is one of the sturdiest vehicles in the world (which is funny to say, considering that no one would really say that about a SUBMARINE of all things). Not to mention, somehow I got picked to be a part of Aeviin Typhoon's team. Which, I may not know a lot about, but what I DO know that he is a big deal in the company AND the biology world.

Really feeling a little nervous, because I'm pretty sure I KNOW who's coming with me. Like, since this is kind of a prestigious thing because it's not just Mr. Typhoon that'll be there, the other people are practically the big hotshots of the company. And I have a chance to actually WORK with them?

Just… don't mess up. The biggest thing is to NOT mess up. Make sure everything is all in place, and make sure you actually do your reports without procrastinating and making up data on the spot (did I really just say that I swear I don't do that all the time). I think I can handle it. Maybe. I don't know. I'm not even sure that I'm ready for this-

Okay, it looks like my roommate caught me up again. They have a good point. Fine, I'll get some sleep. I just feel a bit worked up and a bit worried.

I did look up the article once again, and ngl I think I'm creeping myself out about something that they said would never happen. It's not gonna do me any good to keep that in my head. Look, I'll be fine. I'll be fine.

I'll be fine… right?

-.-

Breaking news! Miralabs Finally Opens up Underwater Lab after Last Year's Tragedy

An unexpected turn of events after what could be considered one of the most mysterious tragedies that have happened over the past decade of underwater exploration, Miralabs have officially confirmed their reopening up of their offshore underwater lab happening this week on Friday.

We have talked to both the CEO as well as the main researcher, Aeviin Typhoon for their take on this endeavor to reassure the public that this would be a perfectly safe venture.

"We're still trying to recover from last year's unfortunate events," remarks the CEO. "It was tragic what happened to Laeva and I wish her family well for this news. However, we must move beyond this tragedy, and the fear of the unknown. For that will hinder us from truly advancing in this society."

Typhoon adds in, "I want to be a part of something special. This has been a dream come true for me, to finally be one of the greats that ventured into the unknown and discovered something new. And nothing will stop me from achieving that greatness. I believe that my research will be something revolutionary, and if it means that I have to leave the safety of my own home and down into the deep sea, I will nobly pursue it."

Aeviin Typhoon has been a part of many projects that some may have heard of before, such as the discovery of new life that has never been considered even possible. Mythical beings that are now in our aquariums for the public to view. Creatures that have properties that could help in curing ailments in diseases, chemicals that can fight certain alien bacteria, and the like. You can find out more on the website Miralabs.com/aeviin-typhoon for more.

[nerdysleepybunny]

Hi! It’s me again. Can you do a part 2 of Angel Dust x Reader (platonic) oneshot. Where the reader comforts Angel after dealing with Val. And in return, he comforts them when they are also feeling sad.

So sorry that this took so long to get to! I’ve been super busy with school and haven’t had any motivation to do anything. This fic might not be the best because of that, but I promised you all something so the least I can do is keep my word ^^

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Fandom(s): Hazbin Hotel

Character(s): Angel Dust (ft. Alastor, Charlie)

Reader: Gender neutral (they/you)

TW: Bad day, hinted depression

Style: Short story

Summary: A while ago, you comforted Angel after he had a bad day with Val. So when you yourself have a bad day, he does the same for you!

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

You weren’t necessarily sure why you were so pissed off… it was just one of those days, you suppose. Sure, maybe you weren’t the cheeriest. It was Hell, after all. What the hell was there to be so giddy about except no consequences for committing crimes? Not much. You tried to keep your head high for the sake of Charlie and her hotel, but all the effort you put into not spiraling was beginning to weigh on you. You swear you didn’t mean to have an attitude or brush people off. But for some reason, simply having someone talk to you ticked you off. The one that learned that the hard way was Angel Dust.

Out of everyone in the Hotel, he probably suffered the most on a daily basis. If anyone understood a bad day, it was him. He knew Hell. He knew being selfish was necessary down here. But he just couldn’t ignore you; not after all you’ve done for him. The spider’s boots clicked against the wooden floor as he walked behind the couch and bent himself over into a comfortable position, his lower arms idly gripping the backrest while his upper arms wrapped around you from behind. He didn’t quite notice the way you stiffened. “You okay, toots?”

Before you could answer with a dismissive “I’m fine,” Alastor, that creepy fucking overlord walked by. He was likely on his way to Cannibal Town or something. “Ohohoho! I’d stay away from that one today, if I were you. We’re lucky they’re not a cannibal, or they’d be biting us all! Hah!”

The way your blood boiled made you feel hotter than Hell itself. He was mocking you. He thought you were weak. You had half a mind to bite him for real… but he was an overlord, and an actual cannibal. He’d take your life or your soul in a heartbeat, or both. So you took the smart route and removed yourself from the situation; abruptly standing to make your way upstairs.

"Toots-!"

"Fuck off."

You weren't sure why you said it. It was Alastor you were mad at, not Angel. But you couldn't turn back and apologize now... so you continued your path to your bedroom, slamming and locking the door behind you. You couldn't handle the outside world right now. All you wanted to do was curl up in bed and cry.

Angel stood right outside your door, one of his hands held in a fist right in front of the wood... but he couldn't bring himself to knock. He knew you wouldn't respond anyway. If only he had a key- oh.

...

"Angel, I'm not sure if I should give you a spare key to their room. It's an invasion of their privacy!" Charlie tried to defend you, but as much as Angel loved Charlie, he wasn't in the mood for what was right and wrong right now. He knew you werent okay right now, and he refused to just sit by and let you suffer alone.

"Damnit, Charlie, I need that fuckin'key! They're locked in their room all depressed, and I don't want them to-" He couln't even bring himself to say it. He's tried to end his own life one too many times, and he couldn't bear to think of you going through what he did all alone. "Just... please, Charlie." He tried again, softer this time.

The princess of Hell rarely sees him in such a state, and knows that whatever is going on is urgent. So she doesn't ask questions. She only sighs as she summons a copy of your room key in her hand and holds it out to the spider sinner. "Make sure they're okay, Angel."

"I will."

...

After slotting the key into the lock and turning it with a twist of his wrist, the door clicked to prove that it had unlocked. He turned the knob to push the door open and stepped inside, preparing for the worst... and let out a sigh of relief to see you were only in bed. He quickly closed the door and rushed over, climbing onto bed with you.

"Toots? I'm here for you. Please tell me what's wrong."

The night went on with the two of you lying next to each other, with the spider silently listening to all your issues. He stuck with you for the entire night, and when he had to leave for work the next day, he left you with Fat Nuggets. He even took you to a mall and blew some of his earned money on you, just to make you feel better.

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

[oldiesstationlover11607]

🎶I want to saaaayyyy…hello🎶 (How I haven’t used that one yet is incredible).

The day I run out of various hello lyrics and jokes will truly be a sad day in Tumblr history. Anyways, hello! It’s me. 💛. OMG I absolutely loved what you wrote for my last request. Tyler is just something else this tour man. Idk what he is eating, but he is just no filter and I live for it. Honestly, that oneshot might be one of my favorites from you (and that’s saying something because all your works are bangers).

So, you said you were willing to write Spooky Jim so I am going to torture you with my ideas because I feel like Josh’s Blurryface persona isn’t explored enough and I just think he looks good in red eyeshadow 🤷🏼‍♀️. I was wondering if you could maybe do an angsty oneshot where the reader is exposed briefly to Spooky Jim, but Josh quickly takes back control. However, Josh is horrified by that side of him showing so he sort of shuts the reader out. Eventually, the reader manages to convince him that she isn’t going anywhere.

I’ll be honest, I’m very excited to see how you do Spooky Jim, even if it is only briefly. ☺️

Spooky Jim - Spooky!Josh x Reader

Relationship: Spooky Jim/Josh × Reader

Warnings: Swearing, choking, violence, crying - lots of angst

Word Count: 791 - thought this would be perfect for a short blurb type piece so whipped this up in he back of my class lol

A/N: Hope this is okay! Sorry it took so long!

PART 2

The banging had been ongoing for hours, each hit and crash seeping through the walls that I thought were thicker than this. My head was throbbing and my brain felt like it was swelling within my skull. Josh and I had moved in together a few months ago and we’d been planning to build a soundproof studio so he could work on his music without it ringing throughout the house. But with tour coming up, he had to practice–there was no changing that. I always tried my hardest to be patient with the drumming and I definitely didn’t mind it behind Tyler’s voice and accompanied by a backing track but by itself it just felt like noise–constant noise that never ever stopped. I wasn’t against his music or him practicing–that wasn’t the case at all–but when it’s 10:30 pm and I’m trying to get a paper done, that’s a different story. I could feel every crash vibrate through the floor and into my body as I tried to focus and finish my research before the deadline. Closing my laptop and climbing out of our bed, I marched down to the basement as each step fell in time with the beats. The closer I got to the banging, the more I realized there was a backing track playing, a weak and gentle hum hidden beneath the drums. I leant against the staircase, waiting for him to finish the track which I’d recognised as ‘Heavydirtysoul.’ Something was off though, each hit of the kit seemed to get louder and harder as the song progressed, causing my ears to hurt. The banging continued, Tyler’s voice just peaking through the drums. Bang! Crash! Bang! Each hit caused a painful pinch in each of my ears until a loud snap rang through the room. Both red painted drumsticks in his hands snapped plainly in half, small splinters of wood flying across the kit. I gently placed my palm on Josh’s back, the gray shirt he was wearing slightly damp with sweat. He flinched violently, turning around and grabbing my wrist tightly. His fingers burned into my skin, the tips likely to cause a line of bruises. 

“What?” he spat, eyes completely bloodshot. 

“I was… uh… drums… headache?” I asked, completely in shock at the pain in my wrist. Josh stared at me blankly as if he was turning over thoughts in his head. 

“You want me to stop?” he smirked, standing up and throwing what was left of his drum sticks to the floor. I nodded slowly, desperately trying to figure out what was wrong. Very slowly he started to walk us up against the wall, my head slamming, causing a sharp wince to escape my mouth. “Do you think I have the time to care about your silly little headache Y/N? Do you think I’m not busy and need to practice Y/N?” he shouted. I could feel my heart thumping desperately in my chest, head rushing through possible ways to get out of his grip. He brought his other hand up to my throat, running his fingers across the rings of my trachea causing my eyes to widen in fear. He’d never tried to hurt me in the past. Josh was one of those people who would never hurt a fly, even when he was stressed out. My breath was shaky as tears poured from my eyes and I tried to pick my next words carefully. 

“Josh?” Almost immediately his expression changed from an intense stare into pure fear. 

“You need to leave,” he said, taking four large steps away from me. Something had changed when he heard his name, something important. 

“What?” I questioned, my voice raw. I could see two things out of the mirror in the back corner of the room. One: My neck had a large red mark in the shape of Josh’s right hand. Two: Josh’s hands were both shaking behind his back. 

“I said get the fuck out Y/N! Leave! Get out!” he screamed. With a heaving breath I ran up the stairs and out the front door, not a single thought in my head. There was nothing to think about, either I stayed down there with him and he could hurt me again or I could leave and be safe–and I wasn’t going to pick the first option. I ran and ran and ran until I found myself on the side of a busy road halfway to Tyler’s house. Car after car passed me as I stumbled in the direction of where I could remember his house being–that was the only place I could go. It was completely dark outside and the only lights were the occasional car and street lamp that I passed. As I reached into my back pocket for my phone I felt nothing–it was empty. Shit. Tyler’s house wasn’t too far from where I was and in a split second decision I decided to sprint there. I wasn’t going to be stuck out on the side of the road alone at 11:00pm. I ran and ran and ran until I found myself on Tyler’s front porch. The lights were on which I’d found odd given Jenna was on a trip with the girls and Tyler usually had the lights off when he was home alone. The night air was crisp, the cold air swallowing me whole as it circulated through my lungs. I stepped up to the door raising my fist to knock before the door opened, Tyler standing on the other side completely dressed and fully in black. 

“Hey,” he smiled, holding the door open for me. He clearly noticed the look of shock on my face as he reached for my hand and helped me inside. Every soft light in the house was turned on, the ambience calming and welcoming. 

“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t be here. I’ll go.” He tightened his grip on my hand slightly telling me to stay where I was. 

“He said you’d probably end up here,” he sighed, leading us to the upstairs studio with the large windows–I loved that room. 

“Wait, you talked to him?” I paused in the door frame, Tyler walking into the studio and turning on the neon lights. He nodded, sitting down right in front of the wall of windows. 

“Of course I did. He called me the second you left the house,” he explained. I slowly made my way across the room till I was sitting next to him, my knees pressed flat against my chest. 

“So he told you what he did?” I sighed, looking out across the property. 

“He told me what happened, yes. But it wasn’t him, I’m telling you that wasn’t him,” he looked down at me. 

“I’m pretty sure the man with his hand around my throat was Josh, Tyler,” I snapped. In a complete state of shock I surrendered, Tyler pulling me in as I wept messily into his shirt. My chest was heavy as tears fell and I took quick breaths. 

“Y/N… it’s more complicated than that,” he rubbed my back.

“He… he… Josh…I–” I sobbed, each word muffled into his chest.

“You need to rest. We’ll talk about this in the morning,” he declared, moving to get up but I shifted my weight so I stayed on the floor. 

“Tyler, I can’t–we–please,” I sighed and he nodded, sitting back down.

“Do you want me to tell you what really happened or do you want to wait for Josh?” He checked his phone as if anyone would be trying to reach him at this hour. 

“I’m not going near him again so just tell me,” I huffed, wiping the tears from my face. He nodded before starting.

“You know Blurryface and how I have control over him most of the time?” I stared blankly at him trying to figure out where he was going with this. “Josh has a blurryface too except he’s called Spooky Jim. From what it sounds like, you met him tonight.” This couldn’t be true. If this was true then he would’ve told me, we’ve been together for a year, he would’ve told me. 

“No,” I scoffed, “that’s not fair… he–he wouldn’t–no.”

“I told him to tell you sooner but clearly he didn’t,” he sighed. If it was true then I couldn’t blame Josh for any of it. I loved him more than anything and I was going to stay with him–be there for him–because he needed me. 

“You’re sure?” I ran a hand through my hair, my palms sticky with sweat. “Yep,” he nodded. I needed to call him. I needed to see him. Anything to tell him we were okay. Tyler noticed me looking around the room and pulled out his phone. “He’s not gonna want to talk to you for a while Y/N. I’m sure Jenna’s told you about the first time Blurryface came out that I ghosted her for three weeks. He’s going to need time,” he started. 

“At least let me send him a text. My phone is back at the house,” I begged. He nodded, passing me the phone. 

“Keep it short. I can stop by the house tomorrow to pick up anything you need,” he spoke, getting up and leaving the room. I pressed Josh’s contact photo, one that Tyler had taken from their most recent tour. The most recent messages about an upcoming photoshoot. I started to type up my message. 

‘Hey. It’s Y/N’ (deleted)

‘I’m at Tyler’s’ (deleted)

‘I miss you’ (deleted)

‘Josh?’ (deleted)

‘I’m safe. I love you and I’m always here for you. Call me when you’re okay. I love you - Y/N’ (sent)

//

Requests open!

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Snowstorm truce; Eddie Munson x reader

*Author's note*

Like I said in my John Wick oneshot, I've got some more goodie fanfics for you guys that I want to start posting up. This came after watching one of the GREATEST movies of this year, The Wild Robot. And this also can serve as a sequel oneshot to this oneshot.

But for those who see this first, this is my superhero AU where Eddie Munson is a master waterbender and you the reader are the adopted daughter of Daredevil himself, Matt Murdock.

Warnings: some fluff, bit of angst, snowstorm graphic level injuries, swearing.

Taglist:

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels

@queen-paladin

@waddles03

@remussl0vers

@plethora-of-things

@psychosupernatural

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It was unlike anything that Hawkins had ever seen.  Now we have had some pretty rough snowstorms in the past but this one that we’re suffering from this year is unlike any others in the past.  People have been calling this our infamous Snowmageddon and honestly I believe it.  I’ve heard about them happening everywhere else in the country but never did I think we’d get it ourselves.

But with this Snowmageddon, that’s when the heroes really had to step up and help out everyone in the town.  Providing services like extra clothing and blankets, snow plowing, backup generators and heating, and bringing in extra food and water.

I was currently with my girl crew of Robin, Vickie, Max, Jane and Nancy helping bring the civilians with extra blankets and clothes.  We were going around the neighborhood going from apartment to apartment in downtown Hawkins when we took notice of the waterbenders that were currently bending the snow out of the roads.

“Hey (Y/n), no offense to you but why haven’t I seen Eddie helping out around here? I know he doesn’t normally like to get involved in big time superhero stuff but this storm affects him too.” Robin said to me.

“When I went to visit him yesterday I had seen how he was the only waterbender to truly help out at the trailer park. Also he told me that the mayor himself had sent a letter of concern of how the town didn’t feel comfortable about the Son of the Puppet master helping out the community.”

“Are you serious? It’s been nearly eight months since he helped throw his father back in prison and they’re still giving him heat about it?!” exclaimed Vickie.

“Trust me Vic, if it were up to me I’d paralyze those corrupt politicians downtown until they came to their senses. My dad’s even tried to speak on Eddie’s behalf but the city council refuses to listen.”

“The corruption and prejudice in Hawkins is nothing but bullshit.” Max sneered lowly.

“Yeah bullshit.” Parroted Jane with a firm nod.

“I agree girls it’s complete bullshit but what else can be done? We’ve tried everything and Eddie’s just come to accept it.” I sighed heavily.  Nancy placed a comforting hand on my shoulder.

“Once I’m out of school, you know how I’m trying to apply for city council. I’ll make sure and get those old laws extinguished and those old bastards out of office.”

“Please Nance with your powers you could do that right now. Send them off a cliff for all we care.” Robin said.

“I prefer to gain my seat in a fair trial and election. We already live in a corrupt, misogynistic world already.”

“Amen to that sister.” Preached Max. 

“That’s why my dad, uncle Foggy and aunt Karen prefer the freelance independent law firm. Mostly going pro-bono until the bills start piling up. But of course uncle Foggy still likes to go on about how his mom wanted him to be a butcher.”

“Oh my god not that story again!” whined Max.

“Seriously (N/n) now you’re starting to go on repeat with that story.” Complained Vickie.

“Hey if I had to suffer with it, I’m taking you all with me.” I said as we continued down the street passing out our supplies until we had ran out.

After doing my bit of community service, I finally arrived home and was greeted with the warmth of our fireplace roaring nearby.

“Take a seat by the fire sweetheart.” I heard my dad call out from his room.

“Don’t have to tell me twice. Heck I bet you heard my teeth chattering from a block away, right?”

“Yes but I mainly say that because I want you to get warmed up. I can’t have my daughter become a human ice sculpture now can I?” he came over in his old college hoodie and sweatpants on, his red glasses taken off his face and for the first time I could see him without any signs of bruises or blood stained skin.

“Must be a relief to get more than 4 hours of sleep these past couple of weeks.”

“In a way. But it also riddles me with anxiety. For as long as I can remember I’ve always kept myself busy. But with both sides of myself not doing much of anything, I’ve gotten a major case of cabin fever and I hate it.”

“Welcome to the world of normalcy. It sucks but you can manage it.” I mocked as I came up to him and embraced him while he rocked me from side to side.

“God you feel so cold to the touch and your heart’s barely beating.”

“My heart’s just fine dad, though my legs feel like they’re on fire.” I said as I leaned down and began scratching at my legs from the sudden itchiness I was feeling.

“That’s your blood trying to pump as much blood back into them. C’mon sit by the fire like I told you.” He guided me over to our small fireplace and set me down on the couch before grabbing my snuggie and placed it over me.  I put my arms through the sleeve and briefly shivered.

“So no one’s been coming into the firm from what you had said earlier?”

“Mostly we’re getting phone calls since no one is daring to brave this weather. But just recently the phone lines went dead in our area of the city so we decided to just call it a day for a while. If anyone needs us, they’ve got our email.” Dad said as he cuddled close to me bringing me into his lap.

“Do you think—this is more than just a storm dad? Like could this be like a mutant gone rouge or some sort of monster?”

“No news has come from the Heroes council about anything like this. But we have seen reports that this storm has happened in different parts around the world. So it’s not just us.”

“I’m all about winter fun but I’m starting to get scared dad. What if this never ends? What’ll we do? Where would we go?”

“Hey,” he cupped the side of my face and brought me to look into his eyes.  His unfocused gaze stared deeply in my general direction and he told me, “We’ve been through worse predicaments and world ending disasters than this. As long as we got each other, we’ll be okay. Okay?”

“Okay.” He pressed his forehead against mine and I softly smiled feeling his confidence and strength flow within me.  “Listen, I got word from the Mayor about our evacuation tomorrow. We’ll be assigned to the Hawkin’s Global theater. So make sure you pack a bag tonight cause we’ll be leaving as soon as we can. Landlord said they’re only having this generated power go on till tomorrow afternoon once the evacuations start.”

“Got it. Think I’ll have time to go see Eddie before then?”

“I’ll give you one hour. Then I need you back here so we can leave, okay?”

“Thanks dad.” The two of us spent the rest of the day cuddled up by the fire playing trivia games or doing some training to help keep our bodies warm.

The next morning I had my bag packed and ready to go and I got bundled up to go over to see Eddie and Wayne before I’d be heading over to the Global theater to seek shelter.  Thankfully this morning there wasn’t any snow falling so it made the walk there slightly better.

With another foot or so added, the waterbenders were once again piling up the snow on top of their work from yesterday.  Now would be the day they’d get to work dissolving the snow back to water and deposit it wherever they’ve been told to take it to.

I soon arrived at Forest trailer park and was greeted by the large shelter in the shape of a large dome shape.  Made completely from ice and snow but made to withhold the cold as well as the fire I could see from the smoke coming up from the open part of the roof.

“Was beginning to think I’d never get to see you again!” Eddie’s voice proclaimed as I saw him come out from his storm shelter.  I jogged over to him and wrapped my arms around his neck while his arms rested at my waist.

“You saw me two days ago.”

“Far too long for me my love.” He kissed my lips which sent warm shivers down my spine and goosebumps on my arm.

“Unfortunately I can only stay for an hour. Evacuation and all that, my dad and I will be at the Hawkin’s global theater along with uncle Foggy and Aunt Karen.”

“I’ll take what I can get. But you know Wayne and I are more than willing to offer you our shelter here. I built it for that reason.”

“You know all you’d want to do is make out and we could never get away with that with my dad just a few feet away from us.”

“Yeah and Wayne probably would keep telling me to only strip out of my clothes if I had fallen into the lake and was desperately freezing.” I playfully slapped his chest which made him chuckle and kiss me again.  “Come on in and I’ll give you some of Wayne’s infamous hot chocolate.”

“With extra marshmallows?”

“What am I a savage? Of course with extra marshmallows.” He then guided me into his storm shelter and there I saw Wayne pouring two cups of his hot chocolate over the large firepit that stood at the center of the shelter.

“I swear I have never seen such dedicated lovebirds like you two to brave these blizzards just to see each other.” Wayne said to us.

“Nothing’s too good for this girl right here.” Eddie said as he brought me in closer to which I chuckled softly and tried to wriggle out of his grasp.

“Actually when I heard you were making your famous hot chocolate I just had to come and get a cup for myself.”

“Oh I see how it is. Just using me to get a hot beverage, I see you Murdock.” Eddie gasped before turning away with his arms crossed over his chest turning away from me.  I rolled my eyes and went over and Wayne gave me a cup of his hot chocolate while I added my seven marshmallows and let out a loving hum.

“Still don’t know how you do it Wayne. You gotta give me the recipe I just know my dad would flip once he took a sip of this.”

“Sorry doll, old family secret recipe. If you stick around that knucklehead for a little while longer I might be tempted to share the recipe.”

“Using me as a way to get a recipe, that’s cold-hearted sweetheart. And I thought you cared about me.”

“Aww Eddie-bear.” I cooed. “I do care about yah puddin.”

“Don’t seem like it to me.” I set my cup down by the firepit and walked over to him.  I once again wrapped my arms around Eddie’s neck stroking my fingers through his locks the way I knew he’d like it and gave him my best bunny eyes to him.

“How bout now?” Eddie hummed as he looked down at me before smiling softly.

“Now how can I resist those cute eyes?” I smiled then just before we could kiss for the third time that day, Dustin’s voice proclaimed.

“Eddie! Open up it’s me Dustin!”

“I’m gonna kill that little shit.” Grumbled Eddie for ruining our moment.

“Hold on, something doesn’t sound right.” I quickly raced over bringing Eddie with me and we raced out to see Dustin, his mother, Steve, Robin, Vickie, Nancy, Mike and their family all racing over toward the shelter.

“What is it Henderson?” Eddie proclaimed.

“It’s Lucas. Their entire house suddenly got caved in by snow and ice and their all trapped inside!” Dustin exclaimed.

“Why not get some of the waterbenders that are closer by to help out?” Eddie asked.

“You might wanna take a look up at the sky first.” We all then looked up and unlike before, the clouds were starting to spin almost as if there was going to be a tornado or a typhoon about to touchdown.  The winds suddenly started to pick up.

“The city is on a sudden shutdown. The evacuation plans have been cancelled and sudden ice winds have suddenly trapped hundreds of people in their homes.” Nancy explained.

Oh no dad! Uncle Foggy and Aunt Karen they’ll…..they’ll die if I can’t get to them.  Just before I could run ahead, Eddie grabbed my arm and said.

“What the hell are you doing?!”

“My family’s out there Eddie! I have to help them!”

“No babe if what Nancy said is true you won’t be able to get through the ice. And with a sudden snow typhoon coming you won’t survive a second out here!”

“But….”

“I promise, once I help get the Sinclair’s out, I’ll head over and get your dad as well as Foggy and Karen. I promise.” I cupped his face and gave him a kiss.

“Promise me you’ll bring them to me safely. And that you’ll come back as well unharmed.”

“I promise sweetheart.” He said crossing his heart.  I embraced him and he whispered to me.  “I leave you and Wayne to take care of everyone here.” I nodded then Eddie took off with Steve, Robin and Nancy while Vickie, Mike, Dustin and I got the parents and younger siblings inside Eddie’s shelter and began to prep for all the families we’d be bringing into the shelter.

*Eddie’s POV*

After getting the Sinclair’s out of their house and racing across the rooftops, I finally made it to (Y/n)’s apartment and water bended the snow off of the fire escape of her bedroom and snuck inside.  I shut the window before calling out.

“Mr. Murdock!? Mr. Murdock can you hear me?”

“E-Eddie?” a female voice soon spoke up.  I came around the room to see not only Mr. Murdock but also Foggy Nelson and Karen Page also in the apartment.

“Well less work for me.” I muttered first before asking them out loud, “Dumb question but are you guys okay?” I asked.

“Oh you know. Could be better but at least we’ve got proper attire this time around. Not like that one time our dorm’s heater shut off that one year, right Matt?” Foggy said.

“Yeah. Cheap blankets and overworn college hoodies.” Mr. Murdock chuckled sarcastically.

“Well luckily for you guys I’m here to get out of here. The guys and I have been gathering people to my snow shelter. It’s not much but it’s big enough to hold as many as we can fit.”

“Well then lead the way waterbending Master Munson.” Foggy said as he got up huddling himself deeper into his thick winter coat.  I lead them to (Y/n)’s room and opened up her window.

“I’ve managed to keep the fire escape waterproof for now. Should be enough time for us to get to the ground safely before the storm freezes up the metal again.” I explained.

“Wow. Since wh-when were you able to do that?” asked Karen shivering from the winds that were starting back up again.

“Just now actually. When we got Sinclair’s family out I had accidentally managed to keep their sidewalk from freezing back over after clearing it. But of course that only lasted just long enough for his dad to get off the driveway.”

“We’ll take what we can get. Go ahead Karen you first I’m right behind you.” Karen first went down the stairs with Foggy right behind her.  Just as I went to head down I felt a tight grip on my arm, I turned to see that it was Mr. Murdock who had his iron grip on my arm and I knew it wasn’t because he needed any assistance.

“I’m only gonna say this once Munson. Are (Y/n) and your friends gathering everyone who couldn’t make it to the school?”

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! No wonder why (Y/n) can never lie to her father.  Not only is he human lie detector but when he puts on the ‘Devil’s tone’ I knew he wasn’t messing around.

“Hmm? Uhh…hmmm…..” I hummed lightly as I could almost feel the intense stare behind his red shades, his frown deepening.  “Yeah.” Just before I could water whip his hand off my arm, he grabbed my other wrist tightly and I let out a groan.

“Foggy! Get Karen to Eddie’s shelter. We’ll meet you all there!” Matt called down to them.

“Matt you’re seriously not thinking what I think you’re thinking!” Foggy called up to me.

“Just get her there! Her temperature’s dropping faster by the second. Before long she’ll get hypothermia.”

“Matt! Be c-c-c-c-careful.” Karen shivered out.  I sighed heavily and told Foggy.

“The shelter is right at the entrance of the trailer park. My uncle will be there to help you guys out along with the rest of the parents from Hellfire. Just follow the pathway I made coming over here.” He nodded then he held Ms. Page close to him before walking down the open access path I had made while hopping over the roofs to get here.

Mr. Murdock finally released me from his iron grip before taking my scarf and wrapping it over the upper half of his face.

“What no suit?”

“There’s no time. Now c’mon, there’s a family that lives around the corner that’s been chattering their teeth since this morning.” He leapt off the fire escape and I followed behind him.  I snow bended a path to the apartment complex as I said to him.

“Are you sure you wanna do this? Besides isn’t that the apartment of the Prosecutor that doesn’t like you?”

“She still has a family that needs help. Eddie why are you insistent on letting everyone else in this city die?” I turned to him and said.

“Do you really need me to answer that question? Surely (Y/n) told you what the Mayor himself said to me.” I crossed my arms over my chest huffed annoyingly.

Sure even though I don’t care whether I end up being a villain or hero in the eyes of the public because of my dad, I still wanted to at least help my girl and her dad out.  Waterbending the snow from my entire trailer park since no waterbender dared to come into my neck of the woods.  Building the shelter for everyone there but nope.

All anyone in this city will see me is the son of the infamous Puppet master.

I felt Mr. Murdock’s hand on my shoulder this time he had a more empathetic touch and I looked up at him as he told me.

“I know. But right now you’re their only chance. I can’t do this without you Eddie.” Damn you Daredevil and your clear conscious.

“Okay.” I groaned as I first made a clear path beneath the whole apartment complex.  I then gathered the snow together and formed it into a giant staircase then with my ice breath, the staircase hardened and Mr. Murdock was able to walk to whatever level he needed me to get him do as I would either raise or lower the icy staircase.

“Get me to the 9th floor 12th window to the right.” I moved the staircase to where he needed and while he went up, I walked over towards the building, took a deep breath and by placing both hands on the foundation, I absorbed all of the ice that collected from the bricks to the windows.

I looked up to see how Mr. Murdock was now able to get into the Prosecutor’s apartment and after a few minutes I saw her and her three kids coming down the stairs.  When she caught sight of me, she first picked her youngest son in her arms trying to keep him warm before giving me a grateful nod and said.

“Thank you.” I nodded.

“Where to next Daredevil?” I called up.

“7th floor, 5th window to the left.” Mr. Murdock called down to me.  I guided and adjusted the staircase to the 7th floor, 5th window to the left.  We continued to gather any person who wasn’t able to get to Hawkin’s high and after gathering almost 30 people, Mr. Murdock and I lead them through the storm toward my shelter.

Blocking the harsh winds and continuously making a clear pathway towards the trailer park we finally got the people to my shelter where (Y/n) and the others were all gathered.  The large fireplace was roaring with life, people were huddled up together with blankets and drinking Wayne’s famous hot chocolate or being given medical treatment thanks to Jane’s abilities.

“Eddie! Daredevil!” (Y/n)’s voice called out as she came up and embraced the two of us.  “What took you both so long I was—” that’s when she noticed all the people behind us at the entrance.

“Some of these people need immediate medical care. Think your friend Jane can handle more?” her dad said.

“Yeah, yeah she’s almost done with Karen.” We allowed the 30 people to come inside.  As they walked past us, (Y/n) cupped her father’s face and said. “Your lips are almost blue. You better let Jane have a look at you too.”

“I’ll be fine. There’s still more people out there. Where were Steve and Robin gathering people at?” Mr. Murdock asked me.

“They had gathered the people around downtown. Steve’s parents have some civilian coworkers that needed help getting out of the storm.”

“Then downtown’s where we’re going next.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, wait, wait, wait, wait. You guys aren’t thinking about going back out there are you?” (Y/n) came in front of us blocking the entry way.

“(Y/n) there are people still out there who need help. We can’t just limit this shelter to those we only care about. This city needs us now more than ever.” Her dad said to her.

“But the storm’s getting worse by the second. And if you guys stay out there after nightfall…..”

“C’mon babe. You’re talking to the number one ranking waterbender in Hawkin’s High. Not to mention the Man without fear. We’ll be okay. And he’s right, we’re their only chance of getting out of the storm.” I came up and cupped her face stroking her chilled cheeks.  She placed her hands over mine and said.

“Just be careful.”

“We will.” I leaned down and kissed her cold lips.  “Look after things for us while we bring more people here.” Mr. Murdock and I headed back out into the storm and I had us sledding on a mountain of snow all the way towards downtown.

As we arrived in downtown it was worse than anywhere else in Hawkins.  The snow had piled up almost half the height of some of these skyscrapers and office buildings while others were practically buried within the snow.  Together Mr. Murdock and I worked on getting various of people out from their office buildings, when we got to the same orphanage where (Y/n) had been sent when she lost her parents as a kid, I saw about 12 kids all cuddled around both Robin and Steve for warmth.

“Harrington? Buckley?”

“To-took you long enough M-Munson.” Chattered Robin with a weak smile.

“Are we safe now, Steve?” asked one of the orphan boys.

“Yeah Timmy, we’re gonna be okay now.” Steve comforted the young boy.  I never knew him to do this but Mr. Murdock revealed his face to the kids and he told them.

“We’re gonna do everything we can to get you kids to safety. But in order for us to do our job, we need you to do one thing. Be strong. It’s gonna be cold and merciless out there but I believe you kids can make it. Like Steve told you all at the graduation class parade, anyone can be a hero.”

The kids nodded and Mr. Murdock and I helped them stand up.  I helped Harrington up and asked him.

“Storm too much weight to burst through the walls Harrington?”

“Even if I could, we would’ve flooded the building with snow. Plus I—didn’t want to scare any of the little ones more than they already were. Caretakers were found frozen in the basement probably trying to find more blankets when the doors began to freeze over trapping them down there.” I looked down solemnly.

“Luckily they had you. This place will be lucky to have you once we graduate.”

“Let’s hope we live to see that day happen.”

“Hey I’m supposed to be the cynical one here.” I shoved him playfully as I picked up a young girl who wanted me to carry her while Steve picked up Timmy.

The people we managed to save helped pick up the orphans so that they wouldn’t have to track through the snow and I lead them towards my shelter.  After ensuring the orphans and people of downtown including Robin and Steve were taken care of, Mr. Murdock and I continued on our search for more people trapped in the storm.  Civilians, heroes and even some criminals were all trapped within the storm but they still needed our help.

I opened up a balcony to a very big manor that I knew all too well but really wish I didn’t have to come here.

“Wha-what are you doing here, f-f-f-fr-freak?” the voice chattered.

“Bummer Daredevil, this guy’s dead!” I slammed the balcony door shut then before I could snow bend the snow back over the window, Mr. Murdock stopped me spoke my name in the Devil’s tone gripping my wrist tightly.

 Groaning exasperatedly and throwing back my head I opened the balcony window again and gestured.

“You can either come with us if you want to live Carver or you can sit here and become a human ice sculpture, your choice.”

“I can’t move.” He said with a shiver of fear in his voice.  Something I never knew Carver to actually admit. “My le-legs…..I can’t….feel them any—more.” We came up to him and Mr. Murdock gently hovered his fingers over the covers where Jason had his legs covered.

“No blood is circulating into them. Could be stage 2 possible close to stage 3 hypothermia. He needs to get to Jane and fast. She might be able to reverse this.” Together Mr. Murdock and I hoisted Jason’s arms over our shoulders and carried him across his room.

“I-I’ve been reduced….being saved by the fr-freak.”

“Hey!” Daredevil snapped. “Consider yourself lucky he didn’t turn you aside once he saw your manor Mr. Carver. So either you swallow your pride and let him help you or you can just wait here and lose your legs as well as any chance of becoming the hotshot hero you claim yourself to be. Your choice.” Damn go Mr. Murdock!

Without another word, Carver allowed us to take him to our shelter and we went back out to search for more people.  It was starting to get dark and the storm was really starting to pick up.  The harsh winds felt like knives on our faces and we were both starting to lose feeling in our limbs but we kept pressing on.

Mose people we managed to save but like what Steve had told me with the caretakers at the orphanage, there were families who didn’t make it and were found dead huddled together trying to keep warm.  It broke my heart knowing that we had let these people die, especially the elderly folks who had been left behind.

But Mr. Murdock told me to not give up and I had used that to push myself to fight off the storm.  By the time it grew pitch black and we came back to my shelter with the rest of the people we managed to save, both Mr. Murdock and I collapsed to the ground.

“Okay that’s it. You both have done enough. I’ve counted over 298 people here. You guys can rest now.” (Y/n) said as she came up and held me in her arms while Foggy came up and helped Mr. Murdock up.

“She’s right. You both are exhausted, bleeding and turning black at this point. We’ve got enough people.”

“Not……all…..” panted Mr. Murdock.

“You can’t seriously be thinking about bringing him in here.” Foggy demanded in a hushed tone.

“Wait does he mean…..” (Y/n)’s muffled voice came in and out of my ear.  Mr. Murdock stood up and I saw him stagger around till he leaned up against the entry way.

“He dies……no true justice…..will be served.” He then went back out into the storm but just as he started to fall, I came and helped him up.

“You’re not going without me.”

“Not….this time…..not with—him.”

“No offense Daredevil but you can barely stand now. We’re going together whether you like it or not.” He turned toward me panting heavily.

“You’re…..made……for…..each other. Stubbornness……”

“She gets it from you too.” I helped him through the storm as we headed toward our last and final destination.

The High rise of the ruthless crime boss next to my father.  Wilson Fisk aka The Kingpin.

*My POV*

 It was shortly after Eddie and dad left to go get Fisk that things suddenly started to get bad in here.  Villains who were now recovering soon spotted their nemesis and fighting soon began to spring out.  Civilians were blaming and arguing with some of the heroes for not evacuating them sooner and fights and brawls started between them.

Screaming, shouting, laser eyes, fireballs, any type of powers were being fired across the entire shelter.  I tried to keep the peace as did Foggy and a few other people but that caused some of us to get the repercussions of a punch to the face or a type of power thrown at us in the crossfire.

Children crying in fear, every curse word under the sun was being screamed out as everyone was trying to rip each other apart.  And it only got worse as some people began to panic once Dad and Eddie brought Wilson Fisk in along with his wife Vanessa.

“What the fuck is he doing here?!” asked a petty thief that was under house arrest exclaimed as he and a few other people ran away from the Kingpin’s unconscious body.

“Oh great, this’ll help immensely. Hey! No! No! No! That belongs to Eddie’s mom! Put that down!” I snapped as some of the kids trying to take Eddie’s mom’s staff.  I shooed them away before I felt a literal knife nearly stab me through my hand.  I recognized the pattern and exclaimed.  “Really Tommy!?”

“(Y/n)….what is happening?” I could faintly hear my dad from all the commotion.  I saw as Jane was now trying to heal both him and Eddie at the same time.  I walked over to him and said sarcastically.

“Gee I don’t know. Hmm you put a bunch of angry, starving humans together in one room. Half of them with super powers to use either for good or evil, mix them together with normal civilians and oh yeah you get this! But who’d knew this would happen?” 

 “(Y/n) I get your angry but now’s not the time for any sarcastic remark.” Uncle Foggy tried to reason with me.

“Babe.” Eddie called out to me.

“What!?” I snapped.

“Help them.” I let out a groan as I stood on top of the large firepit that was now roaring and being our only source of warmth in this shelter.  I took a deep breath and with my own She-Devil scream I cried out as loud as I could through the clamoring crowd.

“SHUT IT!!!!” but even as my voice echoed through the shelter, it did nothing to deter the fighting.  That was until Nancy came up and stood beside me and as her eyes glowed red and with a wave of her hand as it glowed red, the fighting soon stopped and everyone turned towards us.

“The She devil wants to speak.” She then released everyone from her mind control and got off of the firepit. I glared at her briefly at the nickname but turned my attention back to the crowd.

“Some of you hate me and I’m really starting to hate most of you. Everyone in here hates someone else right now.” Everyone nodded at my statement and I heard a few people verbalize their agreement.  “Yet here we are. And here’s the deal, first person to walk out those doors is dead. And if we can’t keep our shit together, everyone’s dead. We all got one chance to survive this storm because of them.” I said circling around the firepit before stopping and pointing at my dad and Eddie.

Jane, now having healed them of their frostbite and stages of hypothermia, stood up and her father Chief Hopper and Joyce were now putting heating blankets over them.

“The Man without fear and freak. The son of the vicious Puppet master! Well their names are Daredevil and Eddie Munson. And while everyone in this room as either ran from them, cheated them, or insulted them. All they’ve been trying to do is make this city a better place. To be two of the greatest men that this city should be lucky to have even though no one would give them a chance!”

I hopped off the firepit and walked over to them and continued to say as I sat between them.

“They’re the ones who got you out of the storm. Eddie Munson himself built this place, and despite wanting to let you all freeze, he and Daredevil risked everything to bring you here.” As I spoke, I could see heroes, criminals and civilians all starting to feel bad about what I was saying and take it to heart that Eddie Munson and Daredevil weren’t the bad guys here.

“I know this storm has tested us all in more ways than anything else in the past. But sometimes we must come together in order to survive and come out stronger.” My dad spoke exhaustedly.

“I’m not one for motivational speeches cause hell I’m too cynical for that type of stuff.” Eddie chuckled softly before letting out a hacking cough.  I rubbed his back before he continued, “But if there’s one thing Daredevil taught me tonight, it’s that there is hope for community. So just while we are in here, can we not come together in a truce?” Everyone stared at Eddie in silence until the most unlikely voice spoke up.

“The boy….is right.” We all turned to see that it was Wilson Fisk himself that spoke.  “Daredevil is right as well. I promise, I will not harm anyone. Not while we’re in here.” Wilson Fisk brought his wife close to him and what surprised everyone was seeing one of the orphans that came with Steve and Robin walk up to Fisk.

The Kingpin looked at the young boy then removed his coat and gave it to the young boy.  He then allowed the child to sit on his lap for warmth while Vanessa also cuddled up to the boy to keep him warm.  With a scene like that, it proposed everyone to gather around and help one another out to keep warm.

This was truly a sight that I’ll never be able to see again.  Civilians, criminals and heroes all huddled together and helping aiding anyone who still needed medical treatment or extra warmth.  I turned to see Frank Castle walking over to my dad holding a heating blanket.  He and my dad had always butted heads when it came to ‘doing what was right’ but he soon said to me dad.

“Gotta hand it to yah Red. You proved me wrong tonight.” He then covered my dad up with the extra heating blanket and my dad gave him a nod in gratitude.  I then saw Wayne sit close to Eddie and bring him close as he said.

“What’s going through your head son?”

“W-would……she be proud of me?” Eddie said exhaustedly.

“She’d be damned proud of what you did tonight. She’d probably say she’d be lucky to have a son like you, I know I am.” I walked over to them and put myself between my dad and Eddie.  I took both of their hands in mine rubbing my thumbs over their chilled skin.

“You both may say you don’t like the term heroes being associated with your names, but you both proved to be the greatest heroes Hawkins is lucky to have. And I’m proud to call those heroes my dad and boyfriend.” I felt Eddie cuddle himself closer to me on my right side while dad took the extra heating blanket he got from Castle and wrapped it around both me and Eddie.

Throughout the night, we all kept warm throughout the worst of the storm and not once did a single fight break out within our sanctuary.

When the storm finally blew over and passed us the waterbenders, now including Eddie in their ranks, cleaned up the last remnants of the snow.  The mayor of Hawkins also appointed to honor the brave heroes who helped save the people of Hawkins but it was my dad and Eddie that received a special type of reward.

The Mayor personally called it the ‘Hawkins Medal of Truce’.  Eddie occasionally jokes that he was only given the Medal cause the Mayor didn’t want to lose his position in office but he can’t deny that after what he did alongside my dad, the town of Hawkins really came to see him in a new light.

No longer did anyone call him ‘The Freak of Hawkins’ or the Prodigal son of the Puppet master.  And surprising even, Jason Carver would snap at anyone who dared to try and give Eddie a hard time at school.  Now not saying their friends or anything but there seems to be a gleam of gratitude for what Eddie did and that he was able to save Jason from losing both his legs when his own parents just left him to die in the storm.

Eddie and I were currently doing some stargazing after finally being able to see the night sky after all this Snowmageddon BS.

“So you’re not going to get a big-head now that the town’s calling you a hero?” I asked him.

“Me a big head? I am deeply offended that you’d suggest such a thing.” Eddie gasped exasperatedly while holding his hand over his heart in mock offense.  I raised my brow at him and he brought me close into his lap and said, “To be honest it feels a bit weird. I mean one second I’m the town’s pariah and the next I’m treated like I’m a Harrington or something.”

“You and my dad saved 300 people Eddie. From your average Joe’s to high ranking political personals. From the slum down criminals to the fucking Kingpin himself. Orphans, heroes, and everyone else inbetween. I’d be shocked if even one of those people forgot about what you did for them.”

“Still, it’s weird to see Carver suddenly tone down his bullying against us especially since he’s had an axe to grind with me since we were in kindergarten.”

“Yeah but be thankful that your actions at least humbled his ass. Just promise me that when you do finally become the Hero I know you can be, you don’t forget the people who really matter.” I cupped the side of his face and tucked the wild strands of his hair behind his ear.

“Me? Forget about you and Wayne? Never.” He leaned in and we kissed each other lovingly.  “You guys are the ones that truly matter the most to me.”

“Don’t forget about the others.”

“Yeah but those guys are not as important as you and Wayne are. In my life I just want to make both you and Wayne proud.”

“You already have babe.” I cupped the side of his face and he turned his face toward my palm before giving it a loving kiss at the center of it.  “I love you, Eddie Munson.”

“I love you (Y/n) Murdock.” He leaned in again for a more passionate kiss and that’s what we did for the rest of the night under the full moon.   

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NCT Prompt Line Requests

I’ve been super busy with school lately, so I don’t have as much time to write long fics. But for now, I’m taking requests! I’ll still write longer oneshots, but they’ll take longer to post.

You can pick 1-2 prompts from my list, and I’ll write a drabble, headcanon, or oneshots for you. The max word count will be no more than 5k words.

Right now, I’m focusing on NCT—mainly 127, Dream, and WayV (nothing against Wish; I’m just not comfortable writing for them). If I decide to write for other groups, I’ll update this and let you know!

Some prompts are a bit dark, and all are smut-related—just a heads-up! Send your request to my inbox with a short description of the scenario or even just the person's name and the prompt number(s) you chose, and I’ll do my best to make it happen! You can request dark scenarios too if you want as long it’s something that I’m comfortable with writing (I can write cnc/dub/non con).

I’m cool with writing for anyone in the units I mentioned, but I’m most comfortable and familiar with WayV, Haechan, Mark, and Jaemin!

People I haven’t written for yet but am interested in writing for include Johnny, Jaehyun, and Renjun. BUT I’m still open to writing for other members too!!

REQUEST OPEN!!! 

If the prompt is red that means it’s already been taken and is either being worked on or completed!!

Now, I’ll try my best to be consistent with posting these, but since I’m busier with school, I’ll get to requests as soon as I can.

Click here for updates on the prompts and responses. (I will still add these to my master list!)

“God, you love this, don’t you?”

“My neighbors are gonna know my name by the end of tonight”

“You look so much prettier on your knees for me”

“I want everyone to know who you belong to.”

" This is what you wanted right? 

“Don't tell me you can't handle this?"

"You beg so pretty for me. Let me hear you."

“No one can have you but me.” 

“Don’t you think I deserve this after what you’ve done to me?”

“How desperate and needy can you be for me?”

“God, sweetie. Didn't think you'd be this wet for me.”

“Don’t pass out on me yet, sweetheart.”

“We’re really going to fuck here? What if someone sees us?”

“You’re so in for it when we get home.”

“You can take it, you’ve done this before.”

“Just a little more.”

“Don’t make a mess, baby.”

“Come one more time for me, I know you’ve got it in you.”

“Show me how much you missed me.”

“It’s my thigh or nothing, I’m not helping you get off.”

“I want you so bad.”

“You seem more sensitive than usual.”

“I said I’d take care of you, did you think I wouldn’t follow through on that?”

“We have to make this quick.”

“Your thighs are shaking so much.”

“Quiet, baby, the others will hear.”

“I never thought I’d hear you say that, fuck, that’s hot.”

"Please, tell me what to do."

"I'm going to shower now. You're coming?"

"Oh, we're not done yet."

“You’re not very patient, are you?”

“Let’s try something new tonight.”

“Don’t give me that look.”

“I need you so bad.”

“I want you to forget everything and everyone else but me.”

“Don’t test me.”

“I want you all to myself.”

“I hate being so far away.”

“I’m waiting.”

“First one to make a noise loses.”

“Stop distracting me.”

“We both know that you can be louder than that.”

“What are you doing in my bed?!”

“Can I… can I touch you?”

“I’m not sharing you with anybody. You’re mine, and mine only, and I’m going to make you remember that.”

“Stop distracting me.”

“Is this okay?” 

“How much do you want this?”

“Doing so good for me, sweetheart.” 

“I want you to say my name like that again.” 

“Aren’t you desperate?” 

“Only I get to touch you like this, okay?”

“You don’t get to touch yourself until I say so.” 

“Always so needy for me, aren’t you? 

“Can’t help yourself, can you?” 

“So wet/hard for me already, huh?”

“Do I turn you on that much?”

“I don’t think I can ever get enough of you.” 

“Do you know how much I love seeing you like this?” 

“Gonna make sure you don’t forget about tonight.” 

“Need me to remind you on what happened last night?” 

“But you think about me when they’re fucking you, don’t you?” 

“What did I just say?”

“Admit it — you want this as much as I do.” 

“I’ll be honest: I get off to the thought of you.” 

Credit: Some of these are mine and some are from @/a-cure-for-writers-block, @/creativepromptsforwriting, @/leneemusing,  @/dumplingsjinson

[thekingofthenameless]

Haven’t done one of these in while either, but I started a poem for a TKN oneshot, and I thought I’d share some of it!

Blood in the Dungeon

Today was the worst day of your entire life, and you’ll never be the same. It started out fine. There was hardly anything going on in the village, so you stayed inside your little house with your son. It had been five days since he’d eaten, and he should have been hungry. You said it aloud as a query when he didn’t bring it up, stroking his head. He glanced up at you, not moving his muzzle from your lap. He softly said that he was fine through your bond, and that was such obvious bullshit you immediately answered that it’s been five days. Your dragon’s expression grew sheepish before his wings fluttered in a shrug. “I can wait.” “Why do you want to wait?” You responded, leaning down to gently kiss your son’s forehead. He savored the contact even more than usual, and you wondered why. “I just…” he sighed, moving closer when you pulled away, pressing his muzzle against your stomach. “I feel like something bad will happen if I leave.” You hummed sympathetically, cupping his cheek. You would have gone with him if you could, of course, but Cleansing Tide was coming. You weren’t feeling your best, to say the least, as cramps came and went to remind you of this damned monthly event. But you could be grateful that at least you hadn’t started bleeding yet. “I haven’t had any visions,” you murmured. You were stating the obvious, but your son needed reassurance, so it didn’t matter. “Nothing is going to happen while you’re gone. I’ll be fine. We’ll both be fine.” Those words aged as badly as spoiled milk.

TKN taglist: @gaylightisminetocommand, @the-arson-author-gamer, @aroace-edward-elric, @falki-of-the-vanir, @figureitoutinthemorning, @mxxnlightwriting

[ireallylovepupplies101stuff]

Gods AU Oneshot: Tails and Tales.

Summery: Bendy's not the only one who's not exactly happy to be living in the kingdom of the gods, but maybe a certain kindhearted mug can help things feel not so bad.

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Carrying cleaning supplies in his arms, Bendy walked through the halls of the Dish Gods family castle to go do his next job of the day, when he paused at the sight of Mugman coming from the opposite end of the hall.

Soaking wet and leaving a trail of water behind him.

Looking down at the floor, Bendy looked back up at Mugman with a deadpanned look. “I hope you don’t expect me to clean up after you without you asking.”

When Bendy’s comment caught his attention, Mugman seemed to snap out of his train of thought as he looked behind himself to see what his brother’s servant meant. “Oh! Sorry! Let me clean that up. I’d appreciate the help though if you don’t mind.”

As Mugman approached, Bendy offered him a clean rag and empty bucket as he put the cleaning supplies down and grabbed his own rag to help his friend. “So is there a reason you look like you jumped in a lake fully clothed? Training gone wrong?”

Amused, Mugman chuckled as he did his best to squeeze the water out of his clothes into the bucket. “Nah, I haven’t broken my record in drenching myself by accident with my powers yet. This was all Cala.”

Pausing in soaking up the water on the floor, the demon looked at his friend with a perplexed look. “You, were with Cala? You and I both know she hates the gods, what with her being kidnapped and turned into a pretty art piece against her will.”

Sighing, with his clothes no longer dripping wet, Mugman started drying the floor along with Bendy. “I know, Cuphead thinks I’m being dumb for doing this. I just… I don’t agree with my mom actually accepting Cala as a decorative gift because she’s an actual person, but I can’t really talk with her about it because she’s always so busy. So, I thought I could at least try being nice to Cala and get to know her, so she doesn’t feel all alone.”

“You have noble intentions Mugman, but you can’t get her to talk to you if she doesn’t want to.”

With how Mugman’s head dropped a little at that, Bendy let out a small huff as he patted the demi-god’s shoulder. “Like I said though, you have noble intentions. Just keep being a gentleman. If it doesn’t work out like you hoped, at least you can say you tried and respected her.”

Thanking Bendy for his kind works, Mugman continued to clean up his mess with his friend’s help until he was done and continued with his daily business. Now with that mess cleaned up, Bendy could go do what he was actually supposed to do that day.

Clean the outside of Cala’s tank, ironically.

Entering the room, Bendy looked over at the large tank in the middle of the room, which was about the side of a small sized bedroom made of glass, full of water, sand at the bottom, and a few large rocks. He watched as the mermaid/gorgon, who had her back to the door as he laid on top of one of the large rocks, looked over her shoulder, then perked up at the sight of him. “BENDY!”

Smiling a little, Bendy approached the tank and got to work cleaning. “Hey Cala. How are you?”

“Bored, as always. PLEASE tell me about your day. I don’t care if you spent it scrubbing the floors. It’ll give me some form of entertainment!”

Doing as she asked, Bendy did indeed tell her about his day. Thankfully it was more interesting than just scrubbing the floors. He told her about how Cuphead had started to make Bendy sit down and take it easy whenever the demi-god had breakfast, and even shared his bacon with him as they sat and chatted.

At one point when he mentioned that though, he noticed Cala looking irritated as she crossed her arms. Confused, Bendy asked. “What? What’s wrong?”

Cala huffed. “Nothing, just, these gods think they can do whatever they want with us.”

“Some of them, yes. I can’t begin to tell you how much I’ve ticked off some of the schmuck gods here… Cuphead is different though.”

Scowling, the mermaid/Gorgon gave her friend a firm look. “Bendy, he’s making you sit down and eat with him like some kind of forced date!”

Stopping in his work, Bendy put down the rag he was using to clean the tank and looked directly at Cala. “No he isn’t. I’ve said no to Cuphead before, and he’s respected that. He knows if I didn’t want to sit down and eat with him then he can’t force me. If he tried, that wouldn’t be pleasant for either of us.”

It then occurred to him what else Cala said, which made Bendy blush badly. “AND IT’S NOT A DATE! That glassface demi-god keeps making fun of my size! He’s probably trying to fatten me up so I grow more or something!”

As Cala covered her mouth to hide her amused grin, Bendy chose to ignore that as he continued talking. “Look, I don’t blame you for not liking gods considering your situation, but is being angry at all of them when some have nothing to do with this really helping at all?”

Cala’s amusement completely vanished as she frowned and refused to make eye contact. So Bendy continued. “As far as I know, I’m currently your only friend, and I barely have any free time to keep you company. If you befriend a god you think you can trust, you’d have someone new to talk to you, and who knows, maybe that god would help you?”

When Cala didn’t answer, her face full of conflict, the demon sighed and decided to keep working. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. Everything is your choice. Just think about it, okay?”

With her staying silent, Bendy let the subject drop as he continued to do his job and talked about his day.

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Peeking his head into the room where Cala was kept, Mugman hesitated to enter fully.

He doubted Cala would like this at all, but that was okay. If she doesn't, then he’ll respect her wishes and leave her alone.

That doesn’t mean he looked forward to the rejection though.

Taking a deep breath, Mugman completely entered the room. He noticed how Cala looked over her shoulder before quickly turning away again, but he was used to that. So, he continued to do what he had planned to do.

Hearing shuffling going on behind her, Cala curiously looked behind her again. Normally at this point Mugman would at least greet her, so his silence was odd. What she saw him doing made her even more curious. “What are you doing???”

That made the demi-god pause mid action. Looking over the tarp in his hands, Mugman cleared his throat nervously. “I um, thought you’d like this…”

Continuing, Mugman hooked each end of the tarp to the top of Cala’s tank, covering one side of the glass. On Mugman’s side, it just looked like a blank tarp, but on Cala’s side, she could see many pages of paper pinned to the fabric, all of them with writing on it.

Moving to the side of the tank so he could see Cala properly, he watched as the mermaid/gorgon looked surprised as she moved closer to see his handy work. “I figured you were bored… I prepared a lot of stories for you if you finish this one. I-I can ask Bendy to change the papers though! That way I won’t bother you, anymore.”

When Cala didn’t say anything, the demi-god took that as a sign that it was time to go. Sighing quietly, Mugman put on a polite smile. “Take care Cala.”

Stepping away, Mugman was halfway out of the room when he heard her call out to him. “W-wait!”

Stopping, Mugman looked back and saw how Cala had moved to the top of the tank and peaked her head out of the water to see him past the tarp. He patiently waited as she toyed with her, hair, tentacle, and hesitated to speak. “... Thank you. You didn’t have to do this.”

Mugman gave a small shrug as he played with his blue cloak nervously. “I know. I wanted to.”

“... Why did you pick this story? The title seems interesting.”

Not expecting that, Mugman’s eyebrows went up in surprise, before he smiled and walked back to the tank and explained why he was fond of the particular story. Cala listened closely, and occasionally asked a few questions which Mugman happily answered.

At one point Bendy nearly entered the room, but when he opened the door and saw Mugman and Cala deep in conversation about the story Cala was reading, he smiled and quietly closed the door behind him as he left.

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

Request Statuses

Okay, said I’d do this yesterday, so here it is. I’m not naming who made what specific request here, whether anonymous or not. Just dropping them here so everyone can check on the status of their request.

If you don’t see your request here for whatever reason, please let me know!! I haven’t deleted any since I joined Tumblr, so there is always a chance that it didn’t go through.

I will update this regularly as statuses change; and when I update it, I will update the date next to the link in my Masterpost.

Created 30 Oct 2023

Updated 2 Dec 2023

Tongue Ring (Sanji x Reader)

Status: Accepted, actively in-progress

Only One Bed (Mihawk x Reader)

Status: Accepted, outlining, definitely NSFW and it’s also going to be hilarious

Marine!Reader x whomever of your favorite pirates would be more likely to seduce her to the dark-side.

Status: Accepted, brainstorming, definitely going to be Shanks because he absolutely would a thousand times over.

Sanji x picky eater!reader x (possibly) Zoro

Status: Accepted, brainstorming may be more than one part but probably no more than three, definitely going the love triange route and including Zoro.

“Tell them you’re pregnant” story with Ace and/or Sabo

Status: Accepted, but delayed until I get further in the manga, bear with me on that. I will definitely be writing Ace once I re-familiarize with him. This is the first time I’ve reread the manga in probably ten years. I barely scratched the surface with Sabo last time I read, mostly only flashbacks, so I’m not yet familiar with him at ALL.

Headcanons: How the Straw Hats (East Blue crew in particular help each individual member cope/recover when something triggers them.

Status: Accepted, brainstorming, may be a few

Sanji x secretly-a-princess!Reader

Status: Accepted, outlining, in development, will be multi-chapter, and there’s going to be a puppy for some reason.

Sanji x curvy!Reader headcanon

Status: Accepted, not yet in development

Too small, oneshot fic(s), Shanks x Reader and possibly others, NSFW

Status: Accepted, in development for Shanks, may or may not do Mihawk as well

Sanji x Reader with eating disorder

Status: Accepted, brainstorming, also researching because it's a subject that deserves to be depicted realistically

OPLA character x S/O!Reader who looks cute and bubbly but is actually quite strong.

Status: Accepted, brainstorming, leaning strongly toward Zoro because I love the idea of him with a bubbly lil s/o

Headcanons (inspo from Because I Got High) where reader either gets too messed up from smoke/alcohol or side effects from something like anxiety meds, and character has to comfort/calm them down

Status: Accepted, planning to do Sanji, Zoro, Shanks, Mihawk, and Buggy, got a little of it drafted out for Zoro, Shanks, and Mihawk

OPLA!Sanji and/or Zoro x Reader; drabble on a reader who is older than them (mid 30s), who thinks she is “too old”

Status: Accepted, brainstorming, I’m in my early 30s so heavy relate

Mihawk x Reader; he meets a singer at Baratie and falls for her (likely being in denial over it)

Status: Accepted, not yet in development. Probably going to be a two parter at least, and also shamelessly throwing my own flair in because I sing/play guitar, so reader’s probably going to be a guitarist as well, as long as that’s cool.

General Mishanks request:

Status: Tentatively accepted, probably going to aim toward younger Mishanks (early 20s). I’ve only done one Mishanks headcanon re:how they first met/became rivals, so this is a little out of my ballpark, but I’m willing to give it a try. If I feel I can’t write it in a way that I’m satisfied with, I will let you know.

Comedic NSFW, Mihawk x Reader

Status: Accepted, brainstorming, already cackling like a witch standing over a cauldron over this one

IMihawk x Reader request, fluffy, Mihawk needing a bit of reassurance because he's a bit insecure of how tight Reader's friendship with shanks is becoming

Status: Accepted, brainstorming, will probably start outlining soon. Actually going have something akin to this a bit in my Mihawk x OC fic, Hearing Problems, but it's still going to be a couple chapters down the road before I get there, so this would be a good way to explore the idea.

Headcanons request for Shanks, Zoro, Sanji, Mihawk and Buggy taking Reader to a masquerade ball

Status: Accepted, going to have to study the fundamentals of masquerade balls a lil and decide how I want to go about this exactly. If it's okay a couple of the scenarios may be them meeting Reader AT the ball. Because I feel like Shanks would probably just gatecrash for the hell of it (he heard there was an open bar and just went for it); and the thought of Zoro getting lost and accidentally stumbling into a masquerade ball with no idea what's going on has got me 🤭

Shanks x Reader x Buggy, age gap, Shanks and Buggy get isekai'd into our world, Halloween vibes, further details here

Status: Accepted, early brainstorming stages, this just seems like it would be so much fun thank you 🙏

Mihawk x Reader, proposal

Status: Accepted, will be treated as a sequel to YSAM and Ten Years, details here

[pricemarshfield]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love ❤️

thank you for the ask, neutral!! time to show my deeply multifandom roots and not have any of these share the same fandom 🫡 below the cut because i’m chatty as hell

number one on the list is a recent one but absolutely my all-time favorite thing i’ve ever written: talk, a bg3/raphtav-and-also-haarlep-is-there smut oneshot

i don’t use this tweet here because it’s smut, but because no fic has EVER gripped me by the brain and haunted me for months until i wrote it like this one did and also because the devil’s hot. i laid awake at night in a cold sweat thinking about this even before i’d finished house of hope for the first time. i’m not even being hyperbolic here, this fic GOT me. also this fic converted me from haarlep-neutral to haarlep’s personal cheerleader. they’re so fun

my beloved darling tav already had a very strong characterization to me but i still feel like i Learned her through writing this, and certainly learned a lot about her dynamics with raphael and haarlep. enough that i’m braving actually writing a longfic for them, and feel free to hold me to this because otherwise it’ll languish in my drafts for another six months. but i’m actually formatting the first chapter for ao3, it’s Genuinely almost done !! promise

fun story about this is i cheerfully told my mom i’d finished writing something after i posted this and she asked to read it. i was like haha. well i’ll do that after work! and then i didn’t ♥️

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number two on the list is what i’d have confidently said was the best thing i’ve ever writtennbefore talk, and that’s one of my dimension 20 big bang 2021 fics: plant a garden in the yard, then, a fantasy high/aelwyn & ayda friendship fic where they explore the deeply haunted tunnels beneath aelwyn’s deeply haunted house

it’s hard to overstate how personal this fic ended up being to me, enough that i hold it as close to my heart as my other d21bb fic which i wrote about grief while Actively grieving. both fics for that event ended up being a good deal more melancholic and introspective than i thought they would at the start, but this one Feels more intimate (for lack of a better word)

aelwyn & ayda are both characters that mean a lot to me on their own, and figuring out their friendship—prickly and uncomfortable as it starts—was honestly healing. there’s something really cathartic about writing a character who’s gone through such extraordinary circumstances in their canon finding a path Towards genuine connection and happiness, even if they don’t find it and Especially if things still aren’t perfect.

also the only time i’ve ever actually hit ao3’s comment length limit was on a reply to an absolutely lovely comment my friend shark left on it so :) the response to this fic was also really nice!

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number three on the list is my queen b magnum opus even though i have one that’s like 8 times longer than it: teeth, the book 1 mc/poppy romance i craved/theoretically a smut oneshot that became something more.

this is a remix of another fic i wrote, so it feels weird to prop it up higher than the original, but i’m just so fond of this one. queen b is a very silly game and poppy min-sinclair can be a VERY silly character but my bea for this fic is another oc i grew deeply attached to, and i think the sheer self-indulgence of the fic shines through, in a good way.

also, i think the characterization in this is strong enough that i’ve been able to recommend it to friends with better taste who haven’t played queen b, and they’ve still enjoyed it! which is just IMMENSELY validating as a writer :’)

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number four and five on the list are my niche oneshots which i wrote for a target audience of me, myself, and i, and i think that’s part of why they work as well as they do!

four is a session with dr. martin whitly, a prodigal son fic which focused on ainsley & martin, namely ainsley relying really heavily on her father, despite the fact he’s a serial killer that she Knows he’s manipulative and terrible.

the fact that i wrote this before the season 1 finale is astounding to me. i have never called characterization beats harder than this, and i feel comfortable saying that even though the actual plot points are quite different, and also even though ainsley isn’t canonically gay. that’s okay because i know and perceive the truth <3

prodigal son’s cancellation is something i’m hard-pressed to say i’m Upset about this far out, but i wish every day that the episode where some ainsley issues got addressed had lived to see the light of day.

this fic i Cannot recommend to people who haven’t watched prodigal son because it’s me extrapolating and picking at lines of dialogue that Suggest a lot without confirming much, but that’s also really fun, in its own way. some of the best fics i’ve ever read are enjoyable specifically as transformative media.

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five is walk with the devil, a the martian/ares3some noir au which was honestly 90% a style experiment but like i fucking nailed it?? there was a stretch of a couple years where some of my best work were from smashing together whatever pairing i wanted to write with a bunch of prompts and seeing what i could make from it (werewolf au caitvi was also one, and a runner-up on this list)

this fic has a lot of hallmarks that i know people aren’t usually a fan of, but i love it. non-linear narrative. major character death but also maybe not, you won’t get closure and neither will the characters. actively avoiding concrete details in favor of a strong, hopeless tone. bringing in a ton of the cast for no reason. LOTS of 1940s slang. and because of that it’s my baby. weirdly i feel like my johanssen characterization is better in this than in either of my two canonverse fics?

i don’t know that i’d write fic for the martian like this again—a lot of what i like about it is really different from the more transformative fandom approach for the things that compel me to write—but i’m glad i did, because this fic is my darling. more people should be experimental in their fics because some of the weirdest stuff will almost always be some of the best !!!

anyway answering this made me so very hyped to write more once i’m off work !!!

[deliriumsdelight7]

A Rumbelle/Pushing Daisies AU? *props chin on hands* Tell me more.

Okay, well, like I said, I haven’t watched the show. I won’t watch it until after I finish this oneshot because I came up with a solution to The Big Problem and I don’t wanna be proven wrong.

This will be a (mostly) nonmagical Storybrooke AU. Gold is the one with the ability to bring back the dead, which Belle, as a new resident of the town, is completely unaware of.

If I were to guess, I’d say I’m ALMOST 1/3 done, if I can just get past this scene which was supposed to be smut but is turning into something else. The urge to post what I’ve got and split it into chapters is overwhelming, but I know I’ll just throw it on the back burner if I do that, so… *shrug*

[dreaming-medium]

You know, for the first time in a very long time, I find myself invested in a series. For the past 5-6 years until now, I’ve been having a mental struggle which has been affecting many things including my attention span which has gotten worse over the years. I haven’t been the book lover I was years ago and although it sounds dramatic, it makes me sad.

Your works and writing style has always been one of my favourites but I’ve always avoided series’ because of said reason. I’ve only been reading your short fics/oneshots so far. But I’ve been making an effort to try and improve my attention span because I truly want to enjoy reading really long, lengthy books like I used to do.

I do not regret starting Animals Without Direction. I swear when I saw it had 30+ chapters, I thought that I wouldn’t last. Maybe, 10 chapters at most. But I got so hooked, I read it up till the last update in a single sitting (also losing sleep because I read everything until 6am). This feels like a big milestone for me and I absolutely can’t wait for the following chapters. Like I’m literally impatient 😭.

I always look forward to your works, whether a random fic, a kinktober update or another chapter release of AWD. I’d marry your writing if thats even possible. Anyway, thanks for reading my dramatic ahh ask and thank YOU for literally existing ily

-Lynn

I want you to know how much this message meant to me, really. Like, I stared at this with my mouth open. Maybe it’s because I went through the same thing with reading, but hearing that my writing helped someone with this really swept me off my feet.

I also lost my love for reading all throughout college, for about four years I couldn’t read or write anything, I just didn’t have the mental capacity for it.

I’m so so so happy that my silly little fic can help overcome a huge mental hurdle for you 💖

Finding a fic that you binge read until the early morning is such a uniquely amazing experience. As much as I hate losing sleep, I LOVE finding a story that I can’t wait to read what happens next.

It blows my mind that my fic provides that for readers, really. I try to write as if I’m speaking out loud during a d&d session.

Even in small moments, I try to consider details like sights and sounds and tiny things that really adds to a scene and makes it more important. I’m over the moon happy that it comes across.

I am so so so happy and proud of you for overcoming this hurdle. I hope that it’s a precursor to a long, happy reading binge!

I will update soon! I really do apologize for the wait!

I suffered a really major back injury last week, actually. I injured my spinal cord at the gym (I pushed myself too hard, my fault completely. Changbin would be so pissed at me)

I was on the rowing machine and I was using my back muscles more than my legs. I stretched my spinal cord and injured it so bad I couldn’t stand up from the machine.

Has nooooot been an easy recovery process lol

So I haven’t been able to sit up correctly in a chair or bed to write on my laptop. The next chapter is almost done! I’m trying to write on my phone but I feel like the quality isn’t the same lol

But it’s coming, pinky promise 💖 I’m starting to feel better and be able to walk around

Much much love for you 💖💖