#r/s fanfiction

[hayleythesugarbowl]

joey tribbiani x reader headcanons

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a/n: hope you guys enjoy this, i had a lot of fun writing it and i love joey so much <3💌🍒

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dating joey would include…

ok so he met you at central perk

you were another victim of “how you doin?” obviously 

he finally introduced you to the group after you’d been dating a little while

they all thought you were just another one of his two-week relationships

but he’s been dating you for months now and they all got to know you really well

he calls you “the one”

his entire family knows everything about you

insists on buying you a drink every time you go to the coffee shop  

(even if he has to borrow money from chandler to do so)

he tells everyone how you’re so smart and he doesn’t know what he would do without you 

‘(y/n) is great. i mean, she taught me what rectify meant. i always just thought it was another way of saying a—’

you and the girls become besties of course

rachel loves going shopping with you 

(and joey loves tagging along to try to watch you try stuff on)

and monica cooks for you

(and joey begs her for ‘just a little bit, (y/n) can’t eat all that!’)

phoebe gives you free massages 

and chandler loves you too 

like sometimes you’ll wake up before joey when you’re staying at their apartment and you and chandler will just talk

he caught you guys once though and he still hasn’t let you live it down

ross let’s you hold ben

joey loves just waking up next to you

unless you’ve knocked hugsy off the bed

and he’ll make sure he doesn’t wake you up as he covers you with the blankets and goes to make you breakfast

you and joey have movie marathons and during scary movies he insists on holding you close “in case you get scared”

but really it’s cause he’s terrified

he would actually do anything for you 

when you guys go out to dinner he even lets you share his desert 

‘alright fine, just don’t take a big bite!’

loves it when you run your fingers through his hair 

he once tried to cook you your favorite food for your birthday and almost burned his apartment down

you help him read lines all the time to practice for upcoming auditions

and he always picks ones with romantic scenes just for an excuse to kiss you 

‘and it says here dr. drake is supposed to kiss mr. roberts? hey, i don’t know, i don’t write these things.’

he is so gentle it’s adorable 

you guys cuddle all the time

calls you baby occasionally 

he’s a flirt

but he also gets super jealous and protective of you if someone hits on you

he always makes you smile when you’re having a bad day

he loves you so much and you guys are just so happy together <3

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ hope all my friends fans enjoyed this!! i love joey so much so i had to write these little headcanons. definitely thinking about doing this for other friends characters. hope you enjoyed ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚🩰🪩

[sjyuns]

ST☆RBOYS ┆ A JAKEHOON COLLECTION

THE RICHEST OF THE RICH! the starboys of decelis have everything they’ve ever needed: wealth, influence, and ultimate power, yet they can’t seem to get the only thing they’ve ever wanted right — love.

DELICATE ┆ A SIM JAEYUN ONESHOT

SYNOPSIS! desire and temptation are human’s worst enemies, being told not to do something only make us want it more. when you’re labelled as ‘forbidden’ to jake sim, it does nothing but make you even more desirable.

GENRE! playboy! jake x fem reader, forbidden romance, secret relationship, mutual pining, rich kids in love, family rivalry, fluff, angst, TBA

READ HERE TEASER

HEAVENLY ┆A PARK SUNGHOON ONESHOT

SYNOPSIS! park sunghoon has put a curse on you after smashing you heart into a million pieces — that you’d never be able to find anyone comparable to him. and now he’s back, cocky and flirty as ever to prove that he’s the only one you’d ever need.

GENRE! playboy! sunghoon x fem reader, kiss his face with an uppercut romance, exes to lovers, fake dating, mutual pining, rich kids in love, fluff, angst, TBA

READ HERE TEASER

MIKAELA’S i love rich playboys too much. red flag? well too bad red is my favourite colour. coming soon! i hope ( maybe by their birthdays?)

TAGLIST? if you want to be tagged, drop an ask or reply on which member you want to be tagged for! @seongclb this is for you bae

© SJYUNS

[serenescribe]

This is a silly little fic that sparked from a conversation I had with @hanafubukki, and so I wrote it! What started as a discussion about Lilia eating teabags quickly shifted into the very sweet idea of a young Silver bringing his papa some tea leaves.

I hope you enjoy!

Lilia smiles as he hears the front door open, the sound of the creaking hinges reaching his ears. “You’re finally back, Silver,” he greets, turning from where he’s been preparing something at the kitchen counter — mixing plenty of flour and berries and a little bit of sauce together for quite the splendid treat! — to face the door.

He watches as Silver, nearly five years old and dressed in a shirt and some patchwork overalls, stumbles through, a small little pouch clutched in his hands. Tilting his head, Lilia asks, “What have you there, hm?”

Silver doesn’t speak, not until he totters over to the little kitchen area where Lilia crouches in. It’s only then that he raises the pouch, a resolute expression on his face — and how amusing it is, Lilia snickers silently to himself, to see such seriousness on that chubby-cheeked face! “This is… for Toto,” Silver insists, pushing the pouch into Lilia’s hands.

Lilia blinks. “Well now,” he says, reaching out to ruffle Silver’s hair, his other hand holding the mystery pouch. “What a kind boy you are, thinking about me while you’re out in the woods!” And this isn’t abnormal by any means, because Silver always comes home with a gift for him, be it berries — poisonous and otherwise; the poor child doesn’t know any better just yet — or a wilting bouquet of wildflowers, but Lilia relishes in it anyways. Affirmative remarks are helpful for raising a boy as young as Silver — or so he’s been told by the Zigvolts.

Silver giggles as Lilia runs a hand through his hair, mussing up those light strands. “Open it, open it!”

So Lilia does, pulling on the string and loosening the pouch. And as soon as he does, he finds…

A handful of shredded leaves, some wet moss, a couple of berries — the non-poisonous ones, and Lilia sighs with relief at the knowledge that Silver has caught on — and, to top it all off, a pinecone.

Lilia blinks. “This is lovely, Silver,” he says, and he’s not lying, because anything this sweet human boy he’s growing fonder of, day after day, brings to him sparks a bit of warmth in his heart. “But… what is it?”

And imagine Lilia’s surprise when Silver grins at him brightly, and says, “Tea!”

It clicks for him after a moment’s pause, mind caught on that one word before everything falls into place. Oh, Lilia realises, eyeing the pouch, at the way the leaves have been shredded, the small size of the pinecone, everything clumped together. It looks much like the contents of the little canister of tea leaves he has, a gift from Baul’s daughter along with a teasing note about drinking it if he finds it a bit hard to sleep.

Silver has brought him tea leaves. Silver had watched him scoop them out and steep them in water, perched on tiptoes on a stool pushed up against the counter as Lilia prepared breakfast, and thought to himself that he would go out in the woods and get Lilia some tea.

Warmth swells forth within his heart in one big burst, engulfing his chest until it reaches his cheeks.

Whisking the pouch to the counter with his magic, Lilia sweeps up Silver in his arms, spinning around as the boy yelps before he giggles. “How darling of you,” Lilia coos, happiness thrumming through him. “To think of me, and to bring me such a sweet gift!”

“I hope you like it, Toto!”

“Well let’s find out, shall we?”

And though Lilia enjoys the cup of tea he brews very much, relishing in it as Silver watches, the young boy still too sensitive to enjoy a scalding drink that’s too hot for his tongue, he realises, halfway through, that there’s definitely something poisonous in this.

Oh well, he thinks, as he feels his throat beginning to itch relentlessly from the inside-out, his eyes beginning to swell slightly. That’s another thing to teach Silver in the future, I suppose.

Perhaps he’ll avoid eating the leftover tea leaves for once. He’ll have to scrape them into the bin. What a waste, Lilia sighs to himself, though there’s no real disappointment in any of it. How could there be, when he’s basking in the thoughtfulness of Silver’s actions?

[jasminerva]

c o n t r a i l s

ch1. “I can’t get enough of you, baby.”

( read on AO3 - only excerpt below )

Fuck… [f/n], I thought I was the assassin in the relationship… You’re going to kill me, Nagumo thought with a mix of exasperation and pure ecstasy. But what a way to go.

It wasn’t the first time the thought had crossed his mind, and he knew it wouldn’t be the last. At least this way was infinitely more pleasant.

His grin shifted to a grimace, feeling a familiar burn in his thighs as he continued to thrust into your limp form. He knew he had reached his limit too—his muscles protesting, aching from hours of relentless pleasure—but he couldn’t bring himself to stop.

His dark eyes flickered with concern as you drifted in and out of consciousness beneath him. He knew he was pushing you too far, but he couldn’t help himself. You were addictive, a drug he couldn’t get enough of. He was insatiable when it came to you, always wanting more.

Just a little more, he thought, gritting his teeth. However, when a warm trickle started down his nose, he pulled back, breaking your intimate connection momentarily to wipe away the droplet. His hand came away stained red, and he cursed under his breath. He ignored it, focusing instead on you.

( read the rest on AO3 )

As always, comments are so appeachiated~! 🍑 Banner image from R18 doujin "Dangerous Looking Guy With A Secret Account Has Taken A Liking To Me" by Hanamori Mikan. The dude has tats in the H doujin too but he comes on too strong imo lmao.

[jujitto]

𝖠 𝖫𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖢𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍 | 🎧 . !! 𝖲𝗁𝖾̂𝗇 𝖰𝗎𝖺́𝗇𝗋𝗎𝗂̀

—★! 𝗐𝖼 ! 𝟣.𝟢𝗄

—★! 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 ! 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾!

—★! 𝗌𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌 ! 𝗒/𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽. 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍. 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍. 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋.

—★! 𝖺𝗇 ! 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝟦 @hannahhbahng! 𝗂 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍! 💕☺️

Y/N didn't feel like trying anymore. She was tired and just wanted to sleep...no cry. Yeah, that's all she wanted to do. Crying is all she felt like doing. Pushing the door open to the empty space, she was met with silence. Y/N sighed, tossing her bag down by the door, as she shuffled her way through the apartment.

Ricky wasn't home, but he usually was. He would always meet her at the door with a kiss and smile. It had become their routine over the last few months of their living together. But this was the first time she was greeted with nothing but silence. No smiling boyfriend to ask about her day. Especially when she needed him the most. Y/N sighed, going to rummage through her bag for her textbooks.

As a way to distract herself. And yet she struggled to stay focused. The words on the page began to blur and become a jumble of nonsense. Her mind and heart were tired of learning. She just wanted to do something other than University work.

‘Where is he?’ She wondered as she pushed the textbooks away from her. Y/N’s head came to lay against the cool surface of the table. Her fingers traced little shapes into its surface. A long sigh left her lips. The apartment was quiet, the only sound being her breathing. The silence was too much for her to bear so she pulled out her phone to text him.

She quickly typed out a message, sighing as she read it.

**Will you be home soon?**

The message seemed so innocent. And yet to her, she felt as though it came off as her being clingy. She hadn't meant for it to come out that way. She just wanted her boyfriend home. But it was too late to delete the already sent message. Seconds later, her phone buzzed with the sound of a message coming through.

She looked at the device, her eyes reading the message.

**Are you okay? Do you need me to come home?**

**Can you?** Y/N was quick to reply, a wave of embarrassment hitting her as reread the message. Gosh, she sounded so clingy. She hated it. She felt pathetic. Her phone vibrated in her hand.

**Be there soon.**

She had gotten what but why did she feel as if she shouldn't have texted him? Y/N shouldn't have to call him to soothe her tiredness and take her away from this irritating world. And that was her problem. She always needed him to soothe her frustration and needed him to hold her in his arms.

She just wanted him. Time seemed to go slow as she awaited his arrival. Y/N waited for minutes, which seemed to turn into hours for her. The silence was driving her crazy. Some part of her couldn't hold back the tears anymore. So she let them go. The tears streamed down her cheeks and onto the table.

Everything seemed to blur as she cried. So much so that she didn't hear the door opening or the sound of approaching footsteps until she was wrapped in a warm embrace.

Ricky gently shushed her, his thumb wiping away her tears. Y/N just cried in his arms, as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Tears had begun to soak his shirt as he held her.

Ricky just held her, that's what he normally did. It became their little thing. Whenever life or school got too hard, he was always the first person she would go to. He would hold her until she calmed down enough to talk or just be there for her.

He didn't know how she felt, and he probably never would but the fact that he comforted her and did his best to try to understand was enough for her. Her cries began to cease, and the tears had stopped streaming down her cheeks.

Y/N pulled back slightly from his embrace, her head resting on his chest. “Do you want to talk about it?” Ricky asked as his hand rubbed soothing circles on her back. Y/N sighed, shaking her head.

Ricky knew that would be her answer. She never wanted to talk about what was bothering her, it was something Ricky never understood. Silence settled over them, Ricky’s hand still rubbing circles on her back. “I-it’s all stressful.” She stuttered. Ricky didn't say anything as he listened.

He always listened whenever she decided to open up. Him just listening always seemed to bring her comfort. “University, work, everything is stressful. I-i just need a break from it all.” Her voice tried as she trailed off.

Y/N was tired. She didn't feel like talking, crying, or anything anymore. She just wanted to sleep and forget. Forget her stress, her troubles. Everything. Ricky hummed, his arms pulling her closer. Some part of him wasn't sure what to say.

But then again the other part of him did. “Maybe you should. I know it's probably not what you want to hear but maybe it's what you need to hear.” Ricky spoke. Y/N sighed, knowing what he was saying was true. For the last few months, she had been pushing herself non-stop.

She needed to stop and take some time for herself. She sighed nodding as she looked up at him. A yawn left her, exhaustion starting to kick in. “Let’s go get some rest.” Ricky said, as his hand took hers.

Y/N nodded, following him to their shared bedroom. She sighed happily as she cuddled into the warmth of his embrace. Her mind and body could finally relax. The weight on her chest and mind had disappeared. Sleepily she spoke as she drifted off, “Thank you.” Ricky smiled, pulling her closer as he set a reminder. ‘Give y/n the break she deserves.’ Placing his phone down, he wrapped his arm tighter around her.

He was going to give y/n the break she deserved. He promised her that.

[crystalskies42]

Human au headcanons pt. 4

LMAOO THESE JUST SPAWN IN MY HEAD I LOVE THEM

~Grill day

Jake and Tonowari: *At the grill*

Neytiri and Ronal: *Sunbathing cause the girlies are t i r e d*

The kids: *doing illegal things, but it's fine since it's the day for freedom.*

Lo'ak: Wait, guys have you seen my hamster?

Ao'nung: What hamster-

Neteyam: DAD THE GRILL IS ON FIRE

Jake: Don't worry my child it's c r i s p y

Neytiri: Ma'Jake, that is a fire hazard.

Jake: DO NOT QUESTION MY--oops

*Insert a plume of flames*

Tonowari: *extinguishes the fire cause he's preppy like that*

Ao'nung: *Leans towards Lo'ak* See, this is why my dad is better than yours

Tuk: *Banshee screeches*

[konnorhasapen]

I'm struggling- Somebody give me depressing David headcanons. I suppose it could be for both David and Angel, but preferably for where I am rn just David. :)

This is an update edit: guys I really super mega appreciate the help you've all been providing, but please- I don't need these anymore- the chapter is finished and has been posted for public eyeballs to see I don't need anymore of these depressing headcanons I'm begging you- I'm on my knees with tears streaming down my face p L E A S E -

[coquettexnightz]

- 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝑳𝒊𝒔𝒕 -

• Day 12; Somnophilia: Stalker Season, Norman Reedus.

• Day 13; Menophilia: Smell It A Mile Away, Marko ( The Lost Boys )

• Day 14; Incest: Bossy Big Brother, Michael Gray ( Peaky Blinders )

• Day 15; Noncon: Babysitter Terror, Billy Hargrove ( Stranger Things )

• Day 16; Public: Concert Special, Slash ( Guns N’ Roses )

• Day 17; Vore: Virgins Taste Best, Marko ( The Lost Boys )

• Day 18; Spanking: Specifically Told, Alfie Solomons ( The Peaky Blinders )

• Day 19; Uniform: Short Skirt, Tall Socks, John Shelby ( The Peaky Blinders )

• Day 20; Step Siblings: Deceiving Big Brother, Henry Bowers ( IT Chap. 1 )

• Day 21; Tickling: “Now, Go To Bed.”, Alfie Solomon’s ( The Peaky Blinders )

• Day 22; Masturbation: Morning Welcome, Aemond Targaryen ( The House Of The Dragon )

• Day 23; Deep Throating: To The Wall, Dave Mustaine ( Megadeth )

• Day 24; Taking Advantage: The Stupid Cheerleader, Axl Rose ( Guns N’ Roses )

• Day 25; Pregnancy: Growing Inside Right Now, Tom Riddle ( Harry Potter Franchise )

• Day 26; Grooming: Stolen Child, Alfie Solomons ( The Peaky Blinders )

• Day 27; S&M: Corruption From The Dirty Boy, Joaquin Phoenix

• Day 28; Cockbulge: Best Friends Little Sister, Sebastian Bach ( Skid Row )

• Day 29; Incest: Just Real Close S’all, Eyeball Chambers ( Stand By Me )

• Day 30; Free Use: Wake Up At Dark, Billy Idol

• Day 31; Incest & Breeding: Nighttime Lullaby, Arthur Shelby ( The Peaky Blinders )

A/n; I changed maybe two or three of the topics because I had no idea what to do with them and they also weren’t very appealing per-say.

[a-sunset-outside-my-window]

fic rec friday

As the Moon Knows the Stars

by mcdynamite on Ao3

On the day Sirius Black turned seventeen, he had his soulmark removed in order to protect the soulmate he'd never met from the wrath of his own family. In the eight years since, he's managed to make his peace with living the rest of his life without falling in love. Though he mourns his lost soulmate every day, he's confident he made the right choice to protect them, and no one has ever made him question that.

Until, of course, Lily Evans brings her childhood friend along for a pub night, and Sirius finds himself utterly enamored with the kind, mysterious stranger. But Remus Lupin surely has a soulmate of his own waiting out there somewhere, and Sirius won't let himself get in the way of that.

He just wishes Remus weren't so damn easy to love.

this one is really sweet and maybe a bit cliche but in a very fluffy and comfy way!

Favourite tropes included are:

soulmates

Remus never went to hogwarts

hurt/comfort

werewolf angst

the marauders are good friends

very sweet lilymoon friendship

tattoo artist!Sirius Black

friends to lovers

everyone is very sweet and trying their best

as always leave lots of love and kudos to the author and have an amazing rest of the week <3

[hayleythesugarbowl]

CHANDLER HCS PLEASE 🙏😭 i know you have some pretty popular Joey hcs and i would love some for Chandler Bing i love him so much thank you in advance

chandler bing x reader headcanons

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a/n: happy to give you the chandler content you deserve. i imagine this to take place in s1. hope you enjoy!! 💌🍒

edit!! i changed the picture because i found a more aesthetic one lol but same post 😌

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dating chandler would include…

so when he first saw you he thought you were way out of his league 

but joey convinced him to ask you out 

and you found his awkwardness adorable 

but you had to say ‘yes, I’ll go out with you’ a few times before he believed you 

‘are you sure? because don’t worry if you’re rejecting me, i’m good at this part.’

he took you to an aquarium for your first date because he had free tickets

(‘you know, i’ve never really seen the appeal of these things. i mean, do you think in another world fish go pay to see us walk around in our homes?’ you laughed at that.)

and one of the tanks broke and soaked you both

after giving you his jacket and walking you back to your apartment he said:

‘let me guess, you’ll call me?’

‘what? you think one wet, fishy date is going to stop me from seeing you again?’

‘from your tone im guessing no, in which case I’m thrilled and I’ll call you as soon as i get to my apartment.’

you kissed him as he stood there blushing 

and you were all he could talk about for weeks. 

he found ways to bring you up in every conversation 

‘speaking off coffee, you know (y/n)…” 

he loves cuddling with you

and watching tv in his chair together

which started because joey didn’t want anyone else siting in his chair 

he brags about you all the time to his friends

joey flirts with you whenever you go back to chandler’s apartment 

but it’s all in good fun and joey is thrilled to see chandler so happy 

chandler asks you for fashion advice constantly 

‘ok be honest: do i look like my grandmother in this?’

he gets so easily flustered like 😫 ajhfsfagajslf 

‘you’re so sexy’

‘i—you—you think I’m sexy? i mean, um, i—i just made it un-sexy didn’t i?’

he even quit smoking for you 

he needs reassurance that you love him and that he’s good enough for you all the time 

when you’re at work or he’s at work he calls you literally every hour just to say ‘hi’

he asks rachel and monica and phoebe for advice on how to please you 

you become really close with all of his friends and they love you so much 

chandler can always make you smile or laugh even on your worst days 

and he enjoys doing so

you play with his hair all the time

‘my parents? are you sure we don’t want to go see your family for the holidays?’

he said i love you first 

and then panicked that you weren’t going to say it too, as he tried to backtrack 

but you assured him that you loved him so much 

when you first started going out, he knew that he really liked you 

but as time went on he found himself falling more and more in love with you 

and that scared him 

until he realized that he was ready. that he wanted to be in a long-term relationship with you

maybe spend the rest of his life with you 

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ hope this is what you wanted. i love writing for chandler so much. also rip matthew perry 🤍

[dykefever]

the shape and sound of god

playlist // ao3

This is a love story.

a fleabag season two r/s au

                                                   PART ONE

                                            A DESIRE SO HOLY

He’s trying. 

Father Lupin slips back in five minutes later smelling like tobacco and the crisp heartbeat of nighttime air. He finds Sirius’s hand beneath the table, opening up his fingers from the fist on his thigh and laying the zippo lighter on his palm. Sirius doesn’t breathe at the feel of his rough fingertips across his skin. He glances at Lupin and nods with a smile. Father Lupin nods back. 

He’s trying. 

[i-belong-in-a-retirement-home]

Ok so originally this was supposed to be a little buggy x reader imagine but like, Good Luck Babe coded. Then it turned into a 1400 word monstrosity I typed on my phone at 2 am while listening to Sub Urban and Breaking Benjamin.

Enjoy, please, so I can justify the pain in my thumbs and the severe lack of sleep.

There's some mentions of drinking, but that's really it? Oh and angst, fairly angst.

Like, Reader spent her early twenties with Buggy, gave her everything to him

Like, attached at the hip, not technically together, but like. So in love.

Would refuse to admit she loved him, but spent every waking (and sleeping) moment together

So in love with the wild life he lived. They lived. Together.

Holding the glasses while he poured shots. Pouring the gasoline while he threw the match. Staying up to see the sunrise. Getting so drunk that they had to hold each other to stay standing. Running wildly through ports. Ducking gunshots. Near death experiences only survived because they worked together.

But the long nights start getting to her. She realizes she can't maintain the wildness for her whole life. And he shows no signs of stopping.

Gets herself a steady job. Gives her hand to a merchant. Gets a nice cushy home. Everything at her beck and call.

But every night, she stands out on the balcony. Feeling the wind race through her hair. Cold nipping at her skin. A fresh seabreeze begging her to return. It feels wild and free, like him.

Sometimes he lands in her town. Surfacing just for a moment. And when she hears, her heart races, desperate for one more hit.

She remained unflinching for many years. Certain that if she never acknowledged the tribulations within her, that she would move on. She wouldn't need him. After some time.

But the longing breaks her. She can't admit it, but she was wrong. Can't admit that life was better when she was on the run. When she didn't know if she would wake in the morning.

When his arms were the only things between her and certain death. When he would hold her close as they fled crime scene upon crime scene. Bounties higher and higher.

It was more exhilarating. It kept her blood pumping. Her heart pounding. Her lungs inhaling. Just staying alive to see that wild grin on his face, when he would grace her with his focus.

Her heart aches. So sometimes, when she longs so deeply that she can barely breathe, she'll pull a cloak on. Slipping past her merchant in the dead of night. Past the gates of her house on the hill. And she'll descend upon the town.

Find the bar with the loudest shouting, and pull up a chair. There he is, standing on a table, regaling the crowd with his most recent escapades. Some cheer, while most remain wide-eyed, terrified of his crimes. How could this clown be so terrible.

But she remembers. He does it because he wants, no, needs, to be remembered. Begging for an audience to the unyielding tsunami of history.

You have to be just as catastrophic, if you want history to shine a light. That's what he would say. In the darkness of the shared room. Even basking in her love, a endless limelight, he still couldn't get enough. He needed to prove he deserved to be remembered by everyone. Not just her.

Funnily enough, he would always be remembered. Should she ever bare a child, they would know of him. They would hear endless tales of the flashy fool, the genius jester. His history would stain every generation of her family. She would make sure of that.

But one family singing his praises wouldn't be enough. He needed more and she knew that rotten truth through and through.

She never needed for anything with him. Mind it, ill-begotten goods were what she received. But the morals weren't the issue. He just couldn't understand that he was enough. Just the way he was. He constantly gave her more, bathed her in riches. Every member of his crew wanted not. But their praises weren't enough. They weren't nearly enough for him.

He had made it clear that one day, he would move on. That he would be the pirate king, everyone would bow to him and him alone. He would have the perfect ship, the perfect crew, and the perfect woman beside him.

But his gifts, praises, and good-times had blinded her. He had always been clear about his dreams. It had just taken her too long to wise up to what they meant.

Those memories made her weep. Feelings so cleanly muzzled and chained within her breaking loose and wreaking havoc. So she would pull her hood further down, to hide the misting in her eyes and once again leave him.

For all it's impossibility, she needs him desperately. Her heart beats out of its cage. Knowing the perfect comfort was only yards away. Beating it's way out of her chest, tearing away. Begging for a reprieve from its endless torment. Even if it meant laying down her life.

Maybe a single word, a single drink, a single conversation, a single night would be enough. She could finally move on. But no. It wouldn't be enough and she knew it.

He could completely enrapture her. That glow, the warmth of basking in his presence was euphoric. And she would never walk away again.

But he would never give her all of him. He would pursue his glory, his kingship. And she would one day be left with nothing but the sunlight he bathed her in. And she would be sucked dry, left with nothing. Gave him all of her, but receiving so little in return.

So she stays there. Just a block away, tears drying on her cheeks, laying in the street. People bumble past, heading home from the bars. Assuming that she simply did not make it that far. Too drunk to function.

If only they knew. If only she knew. If she could regain control. The feelings in her chest, in her gut, poured down her face. They must be denied completely and totally. Or else the regret would ruin her. Thrashing about, bruising her ribs and exploding through her sternum. So it was restrained to bitter wimpers.

She would go home, face bright red and glistening from her tears. She would slink into her shared room, where her merchant slept so peacefully. Naive to the ways she betrayed him. It's not like he was much better though. She knew about the little tart he kept on his ship. Hardly mattered though. No need to blow up her life.

For all the ways it might satisfy her need for thrill. She wouldn't do it. Would be too difficult to pick up the pieces.

No guarantee that he would take her back. And besides, she didn't want the world like he did. She just wanted him. He hadn't understood that.

The world would never truly understand her, but he did. He knew who she was. Its easy to know your own flesh. An extension of himself walking away from him. But he couldn't command this one to come back.

For all his talk of taking the world, it always included her by his side. He wouldn't have admitted it then, nor now, but he missed her just as deeply. He was unsatisfied with his fame. The world's a stage, yes. But the limelight is freezing, and the stage is far too big for him alone. But he couldn't admit that, it would mean that she was right to leave. His pursuits were hollow and he gave up everything for them.

She was the closest to heaven he had been.

He knew she lived there in the port city. It was the only reason he risked getting caught so often. Just to catch a glimpse of her. The detached limb he never got back. But he never did, so he'd find a quiet spot, away from prying eyes, and just watch. Stare up at that house on the hill till the sun came up. Somber and sterile as it was, at least he knew she was safe. Couldn't be hurt there.

Maybe she missed him sometimes? Maybe she still thought about him. But surely after all these years she had moved on. She had a good life. A man who loved her. Everything she could ever want. What could he offer that the merchant couldn't.

Nothing.

He was just some no good pirate captain with a mediocre crew. He only stumbled into good luck, cruel mistress she was. Not worth dragging a good woman down with him. No, she deserved the world, and every beauty it held. He couldn't give her that, so he didn't deserve her.

[jamesunderwater]

Beater

may 17th - a @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 116

Remus lay sprawled across the four-poster, sheets a tangled mess beneath him, and Sirius had seen him flushed before but never flushed because of him and he thought this might be the most beautiful thing ever created by mankind, this look on Remus Lupin’s face, this blush in his cheeks, this swelling in his lips. His eyes were closed, long, light eyelashes touching sensitive skin, and Sirius had to know what thoughts could be drifting through the prettiest mind.

“What are you thinking, Moony?” he asked dreamily, finger swirling around the other boy’s navel.

Remus didn’t open his eyes, barely moved, only hummed and chuckled softly, “That I always did think you were a great beater.”

[paulgadzikowski]

AfterM*A*S*HSeasn3 tweets part 5

part 4

11/01/12 20:44 Klinger becomes alarmed at how short the skirts Soon Lee wears are. 11/04/12 21:13 The Hunnicutts get a dog. 11/05/12 21:56 Hawkeye attempts to break the world sleeping record. 11/06/12 21:18 A patient with psychic ability badgers Henry to become his spirit guide. 11/07/12 20:51 Boyer is frustrated with having to be driven everywhere until he buys a car with an "automatic" transmission. 11/08/12 22:20 Father Mulcahy starts putting on a weekly kids' puppet show. 11/09/12 21:41 Potter's favorite restaurant closes from health violations. The manager turns out to be a vet with an undiagnosed chronic health condition. 11/10/12 21:02 Charles accidentally persuades Frank to read the classics. 07/13/24 21:01 Gene Pfeiffer has still been an intern at General General all this time, just offscreen. 11/12/12 21:00 The gang makes an evening of the latest spy picture. 11/13/12 20:57 B.J. and Boyer clash over a diagnosis. Then the breeding club sets their dogs up. 11/14/12 21:00 A patient dies from complications of treatment from burns suffered from restaurant coffee. 11/15/12 22:07 Hawkeye learrns his old flame Carlye Breslin Walton has died. 11/16/12 21:29 Potter and Alma run a charity event together. 11/18/12 20:59 Hot Lips goes on a date with a writer. Alma goes on a date with a fireman. 11/20/12 21:19 Charles loses the last of his hair. 11/21/12 21:03 Potter learns that General General has other ghosts in residence when Henry tells him one of them was a murder victim in 1943. 11/23/12 21:17 Holiday rerun: Trapper John and B.J. become good friends. So do Charles and Oliver*. Hawkeye plays bridge with Soon Lee and the Potters. 11/24/12 21:04 Mrs. Potter, Hot Lips and Soon Lee go fishing. 11/25/12 20:47 Boyer loses a patient during a routine amputation. 11/27/12 21:23 After a protracted discussion over the course of a week, Father Mulcahy accidentally converts Hot Lips. 11/28/12 20:55 Frank resolves to go 24 hours without making anyone angry. 11/29/12 22:07 Dudziak tries to help out an ex-WAC who has become a prostitute. 11/30/12 21:50 B.J. tries to repaint the den. 12/02/12 21:14 Potter and Boyer must collaborate on a paper. 12/03/12 21:03 Alma Cox receives a chain letter. 12/05/12 22:24 The Potter home phone goes dead. Mrs Potter feels cut off and behaves oddly. 12/09/12 17:24 Freedman and Dudziak compare notes and fix everyone. Series finale.

*It has recently come to my attention that Oliver Wendell Jones' nickname is a racial slur. I've attempted to edit it out of this blog and my archived blog.

[jujitto]

𝟥 : 𝟦𝟧 𝖯𝖬 💭 沈泉锐

𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗇 ׂ ۪ 𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗒 ⭒ ۪ ׂ ۪ genre ۪ ׂ ۪angst & 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 ⭒ ۪ ׂ ۪ cw ۪ ׂ ۪mentions of death of a family member ⭒ ۪ ׂ ۪ wc ۪ ׂ ۪𝟩𝟨𝟫 ⭒ ۪ ׂ ۪ rq 𝟦 ۪ ׂ ۪ @hannahhbahng

9:34 PM, how long have you been sitting here? You couldn’t help but wonder. The tears streamed down your face, not stopping anytime soon. As much as you wanted to stop crying, you couldn’t. It was pointless. Sitting there lost in thoughts, you couldn’t help but ponder the amount of time that had passed.

How long had you been sitting here alone staring at the photos, the one thing you had left, the one thing you had left of them? You didn’t even get to say goodbye. You couldn’t even remember the last time you saw them. Some part of you still didn’t believe that they were gone, that this was all real. The weight of their absence pressed heavily on your heart, making it ache with every beat. Memories flooded your mind, each one like a bittersweet melody playing in the depths of your soul.

The room around you seemed to blur as your gaze remained fixed on those photographs, capturing moments frozen in time. The smiles, the laughter, the shared experiences – they all felt like distant echoes now. Your fingers brushed over the edges of the images, tracing the contours of their faces as if trying to etch their presence back into reality.

“Y/N?” As the soft voice called your name, you looked up to find Ricky standing at the doorway, concern etched on his face. How could you forget? He was probably searching high and low for you all over the apartment. Your poor boyfriend.

Ricky's eyes met yours, and he took a step closer, his expression a mix of empathy and worry. "Hey," he said gently, his voice a soothing melody that reached the depths of your turmoil. "I've been looking everywhere for you. Are you okay?"

You tried to offer him a faint smile, but your lips quivered, betraying the façade you were trying to maintain. Ricky walked over and knelt down beside you, his warmth enveloping you like a comforting embrace. He reached out and wiped away a tear that had slipped down your cheek. “I-I wish you could’ve met them.” Your words echoed through the quiet room as Ricky smiled, sadly, and yet glad to hear those words from you.

“I wish I could've too.” He says as you look down at the photo in your hand. Wanting to give everything to have them back with you, here with you. Your hand clutched tight to his shirt as he held you close. He held onto you, his embrace a shelter from the pain that was ripping apart your heart. You leaned into him, the scent of his cologne and the warmth of his body comfort that made the ache seem just a little more bearable.

In a world that seemed to be spinning out of control, his arms were the one constant that kept you grounded. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat was a reassuring presence that brought a sense of stability to your fractured world.

You weren't sure how long you stayed there, but the ache in your chest gradually faded as the minutes passed by. Ricky remained by your side, his presence a source of strength and solace. It was something you couldn't take for granted.

He didn't say much, but then again, he didn't have to. His mere presence was enough to remind you that you weren't alone. That no matter how much it hurt, there were people who cared for you, who would be there for you. That was Ricky for you, your pillar of support, a source of hope in your darkest hour.

After what seemed like an eternity, Ricky pulled away, gently cupping your face in his hands. He gazed at you, his expression filled with so much love and concern, that it brought a lump to your throat.

"It's getting late, we should probably get some rest," he murmured. You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat as you stood up. Ricky wrapped his arm around your shoulders, holding you close. As the two of you left the room, the empty apartment greeted you like a silent tomb, the walls echoing the emptiness that now filled your life.

Ricky stopped and turned towards you, his gaze filled with understanding. "Don't worry," he whispered, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. "We'll get through this. Together."

You nodded, the ache in your chest easing at his words. It may not be the end, but the pain is only temporary. The memory of them will live on forever. You knew that, and deep down, you knew it would be okay, especially with Ricky by your side.

[tricksterdraws]

I'm so excited to finally share these illustrations I did for the @rsbigbang

I've had the absolute pleasure and privilege to be paired with the amazing @tracingpatternswrites for the just as amazing fic Unbound by You which you should all read like right now.

This has been so much fun to work on, thank you again for everyone who made the bang possible it's been really great to see everything come together!