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[ohmyenjolrass]

take a chance on me | charlie dalton x fem!reader

summary: charlie dalton is obsessed with you and he mans up to ask you out on a date. you are secretly in love with him, but you can tell his intentions almost immediately.

pairings: charlie dalton x fem!reader

word count: 0.5k

warnings: none, but welton is a boys and girls school.

n/a: i was really looking forward to write something with charlie, and i am so excited for this one. i really hope you enjoy it. feel free to request anything! as always, english is not my first language, so there might be some mistakes, sorry in advance x

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"i'm gonna ask her out", charlie repeated for the thousandth time, staring at you from the other side of the common room.

"yeah, right.", knox teased him. "you always say the same thing but you never really do it."

"and also, what if y/n doesn't like you back?", wondered neil.

but charlie's ego was too big to break like that. and also, he had noticed how your eyes fixated on him when he wasn't looking, so, at least, you were interested in him.

"you can mock me all that you want, but i am going to do it.", charlie said, as he stood up. the rest of his friends stared at him in disbelief, with their mouths open.

you saw him approaching your group of friends and returned your sight to your latin homework, playing dumb. you knew your friends couldn't tell, but your heart rate was alarmingly fast as charlie was closer.

"hey, girls", he greeted you and your friends. "do you mind if i steal y/n from you one sec?"

you knew charlie wasn't asking for permission, he hardly ever did, so you stood up, closing your notebook. "what is it, charlie?"

"just a thing i wanted to ask you. come with me?"

you followed him to the corridor, which was empty, and waited for him to start talking. you and charlie weren't exactly friends, but you liked him. he was funny, and smart, and didn't have any problems to cause some trouble in school. he was also devastatingly charming, and every single girl in school would agree on that.

"so...", he started. "how was your day?"

"did you actually dragged me out of the common room to ask me about my day?", you laughed.

charlie fidgeted with the collar of his school shirt. "actually i wanted to ask you something."

"ask away, i'm not gonna bite you.", you said, jokingly.

"i was wondering if you had any plans this friday evening.", charlie said, and you flustered to your ears. your cheeks were so warm you even wondered if it was possible to be that red.

don't be an idiot, y/n. come on, woman up, you thought.

"um, no. i don't think so. why?"

"would you like to go out? like, with me?", he asked, and you could tell that he was blushing too. it was a rare sight to see charlie dalton blushing, but it was a very cute one.

"sure, yeah.", you replied, your hands trembling. you couldn't believe that. "anything planned?"

"i thought we could go to the cinema? if you're up to it."

"yeah. i love the movies.", a weird silence formed between the two of you, both too happy to say anything. then, you cleared your throat. "so, friday, 6pm?"

"perfect. i'll pick you up on your dorm."

you nodded, going back into the common room. a few moments later, charlie entered too, sitting with his friends. you could see his face between todd's and meeks' shoulders. he noticed you staring and winked at you. you lowered your head back to your homework.

and friday couldn't come fast enough.

[unlimited-nobu-works]

my group chats on private MMO servers

[oh-no-its-bird]

On one hand: I know it isn't too smart to advertise exactly what I'm writing when I am, bc it means if/when I inevitably fail to produce it, I'll feel extra bad about it bc people knew I was doing it / might have been expecting to see the final product

On the other hand, I really love the feedback and it does give me more motivation to actually keep going

Anyways.

Anyways uhh. Then off screen, MBJ fights a god and demands to be reincarnated w SQH, which is why we see him as Jun later on.

[shinysobi]

the kiss (aka that one scene) and subsequently—

*spoilers for bridgerton s3*

ahem...this might be a bit indelicate? Let us think about who Colin is, at his core. he is a dreamer. he's sweet, he's kind to a fault, and he's also the Bridgerton brother most likely to have ao3 in the 21st century.

Penelope asks for a kiss, and Colin cannot deny her that. so much of their relationship is evinced by the fact that they cannot deny each other anything, even if it is at the expense of their own well-being. Penelope has never once voiced her feelings for Colin because she is aware that he would never see her in such a light, and mostly because, she does not think that her feelings are his business. In the books and in the show, Penelope has never voiced her crush.

So, when she's facing the very real prospects of remaining a spinster and firmly under the influence of her mother and sister (Prudence, especially, I don't really think Phillipa would be that bad) she makes a choice to ask the love of her life, mind you, the one man she had always felt safe with, to kiss her. She is waving goodbye to the dreams of being married, finding a place of her own in a world where a woman had no value if they were not attached in matrimony to a man. Yes, it seems pathetic, yes, it seems desperate. It is. It is desperate. Penelope is desperate at this moment, and she is reckless, but she is not pathetic. She wants to be kissed, and she asks for it, it is a moment where we see a woman exercise agency for the first time in her life. Feelings are so very rarely black or white, and so is this scene; on one hand, you feel wronged and angry at the fact that Penelope is pleading for a kiss, on the other, you empathize with her situation and where she is coming from. She wants this moment, and who better to ask from, than her best friend? Colin has always, always been there for her, and she has been there for him. They know each other the best, she has had the privilege of being able to love him. She wants love, and she has it in her hands at this moment, a fleeting, transient glimpse into what her life could be if she were someone else. This is the moment when Penelope Featherington's dreams are well and truly shattered.

And that same kiss turns Colin's world on its axis. It is so wonderful to see on screen how the same action can have two entirely opposite, but just as important effects on people. Colin has always loved Penelope. This is not even a discussion. He took action on behalf of her family (on behalf of her, really) when he found out about her cousin's schemes. He gives Cressida the cut direct when she humiliates Penelope in front of him. He seeks her out at every social assembly. He has always looked out for her and has always loved her. But all this is platonic. He has never felt a physical connection with her, because neither of them has had the chance to explore that avenue. Neither Colin nor Penelope are aware of their latent attraction to each other. For Penelope, it is because she has never been allowed to feel a physical connection with anyone, and Colin because he has never thought of pursuing a physical connection with Penelope. It is their kiss that ultimately awakens that connection in Colin, and by connection, Penelope asking Colin for a kiss is what puts the wheels in motion.

Which brings me to the first paragraph. Colin is the sweetest boy in the Bridgerton family (Gregory I love you, but nine children? Get off that woman, immediately). When he realizes that he likes Penelope, and loves her romantically, what does he do? He internalizes it like he does everything else. So much of Colin's character arc, both in the book and in the show is about him internalizing everything. He refuses to voice his own feelings if they make other people uncomfortable, much to the detriment of his own mental health. After being deceived in the first season, he removes himself from London because he cannot bear to stay in the city anymore, not when he is reminded of how naive and stupid he was, every moment. It is also important to realize that Colin has been viewed as the naive, soft-hearted brother, by everyone else. When he gets engaged in season 1, Anthony, his big brother, the example he is supposed to follow, tells him that he should have taken Colin to brothels and accuses him of getting married to have sex. In season two, Penelope, an outsider, is the only person who gives a damn about his thoughts. His own family refuses to listen to him, and what does he do when he returns a second time? He tells them, "I shall not bore you with the details". He knows, no one essentially gives a shit. This is why, when he comes to the knowledge of the full breadth of his feelings for Penelope, he internalizes so hard he dreams of her. And this is not an indelicate dream. He does not dream of taking her in the back of a carriage or on his yellow sheets, he dreams of her returning his feelings. He is yet unaware of the extent of Penelope's feelings toward him, but he knows he should not force his feelings onto her, and that is why he dreams of her.

I could go on and on about why Colin is the best Bridgerton brother (Gregory, nine children) but it will take up a lot of space, so I shall keep it brief: (in the show) Anthony almost marries Edwina, a girl who is what, thirteen(?) twelve (?) years younger than him, a girl who has no safety net outside of her sister and her mother, her sister whom Anthony was in love with, and refused to confront his feelings for. Literally, no one forced Anthony to propose to Edwina, he went down on one knee while being aware of his feelings for her older sister. Kate would have been content with relinquishing her younger sister to a marriage where she loved someone who would forever love another. Imagine if Anthony had married Edwina as he intended. Do you think, for even a second, that he would look at her face and not be reminded of Kate? Not to mention neither of them took action till the very last second, and Edwina, a bystander, was forced to ruin herself. Half the reason why she married abroad is the fact that not a single person in London would have married her (headcanon: she marries the Prince, fuck you, Anthony) when she was very publicly denigrated as the Viscount Bridgerton's cast-off. Yes, the Queen's favor saves Anthony and Kate's marriage from scandal, but it also saves Edwina, it saves her from further public embarrassment and scrutiny by a ton that not only views her as an outsider but also envies her for securing the title of the Season's Diamond. (Book)Benedict forces a woman from a servant class to be his mistress while he searches for the girl he fancied to be the love of his life. I'm sorry, there's no coming back from that. Colin gets angry when he is aware of who Lady Whistledown is, but his anger is not directed at Penelope herself. It is directed at her lack of thought for her own safety. Colin puts Penelope's safety and reputation over everything. In the carriage scene, he steps back as soon as he hears the words "but we are friends" from her mouth; he takes it as a sign, that this is Penelope telling him I don't have feelings for you, and he is happy to respect her wishes. Colin would have never voiced his feelings a second time if she had rebuffed him then, he would have been happy to remove himself from Society and spend his days on the Continent, writing in his journals. So much of both Penelope and Colin is them learning to voice their wants and desires and fuck, it's the most beautiful thing to watch as it comes to life on my screen.

[doriana-gray-games]

They? Will we be able to choose Mycroft's gender? Or are they the same gender as Sherlock?

Ohhh, no sorry! Mycroft uses he/him and is a man! (For all MCs).

My brain sometimes just defaults to they/them when talking about people, especially with regards to this game 😂

😀 I do it in the code too. And it sadly does not make my coding process easier.

[corntired]

Fanfiction is so goated actually

No monetary incentive, just writing in one's free time. Some incentive for like kudos and comments, because who doesn't want to hear that someone else enjoyed what they wrote. Just writing a story that is good and/or enjoyable, no real-life pressure to keep it going because god forbid you and other people are depending on it financially.

Writing a story because you want to write a good story, so you can write what they want the way you want, at a pace that is realistic for you, with exactly the plot pacing you want there to be.

[bloodlegacies]

Who the most to least Jealouse of the Ro's?

Also how do they act if someone was flirting/trying to bed Mc? Unless this is spoiler you don't have to answer 🙂

From the most jealous to the least: Elia, Hayden, Cecilia, Nix,Tyler, Caio. And indeed, it would be spoilers hehe 😅 Especially since there will be scenes like that.

[dragon-queen21]

Suddenly remembering that I can write whatever the heck I want. (which I know should be obvious but ehhh...) And thus, self indulgent Regressor Tanjiro, cg Zenitsu ficlet :D

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Tanjiro’s shutting down. It’s the same feeling Zenitsu got when he first saw him nights ago with Nezuko.

He’s sniffling, trying to keep his sobs to a minimum. Had it been anyone else he would have gotten away with it once again. But Zenitsu can hear how his friends’ heartbeat is pulsing erratically, and despite Tanjiro’s best effort his tears are not as silent as he might think they should be.

Zenitsu wants to ask Nezuko for advice, she clearly must know something about this, more than he possibly could from only one interaction from nights ago.

But the younger girl is sleeping, injured from the last fight, and Zenitsu doesn’t really need to ask her to know that his friend needs comfort, and more importantly, a distraction from whatever he is thinking about right now.

“Hey Ro? You awake?” He nudges the other boy with his foot.

“Nuu.” Comes the muffled response, sounding as close to a whine as he thinks he’s ever heard coming from Tanjiro.

Zenitsu snorts. “Right. Very convincing.”

Tanjiro peaks up at him from behind the covers of his bed roll.

“Hi there. Want to tell me what’s wrong?”

Tanjiro ducks his head back under the blankets.

“Wait! Don’t do that!” Zenitsu panics for a moment. He really, really doesn’t know what he’s doing but it feels like he’s doing something wrong for Tanjiro to be shying away from him.

Tanjiro is pouting when Zenitsu takes the blanket off of his head.

“So I don’t really know why you’re acting like this-“ Zenitsu starts, because really, what does he say here?

Apparently not that.

“Hey! Wait a second you didn’t let me finish.” He hurries to explain, because Tanjiro looks a second away from crying and Zenitsu really can’t handle that.

“That’s not a bad thing! I just don’t know what to do, or how to help you.”

[gammaraydeath]

when you have an idea that's mostly not serious bc it wouldn't rly fit in the story but oh wait you actually really like it now that u think about it and maybe it could be adapted somehow to fit in better.................

[ellawrites-if]

Chapter One Snippet:

Note: unedited as always lol.

Carter shakes your hand and grins. His teeth are so bleached, you’re honestly surprised that you can’t see through them.

“You know, I’d say that you’ve been avoiding me, Colonel,” he drawls.

You laugh like Carter has said the funniest thing you've ever heard and Killian shoots you a fierce warning look that you rather cheerfully ignore.

"You know, it is astounding to me that someone of your room temperature IQ could actually figure out that I'm avoiding them."

Carter blinks rapidly for a few seconds, proving your point about the IQ, before his face blooms ruddy in anger. Killian immediately steps in as the mediator.

"I apologise for the colonel, their sense of humour is an acquired taste," they start steering Carter away from you, talking the man's ear off and sufficiently confusing him enough that he completely forgets to be angry at you.

Carter's assistant, whose name you never bothered to learn however, is much sharper than their boss. Although, not by much. Slightly above room temperature you'd gander. They push their glasses up and turn that steely gaze on you.

"I weep for the state of humanity if you're the best we have to offer."

The smirk never leaves your face even as, on the inside, you want to...

[[Punch them in the face. Who the hell do they think they are?]]

[[Lash out. What exactly are they doing for the sake of humanity?]]

[[Laugh in their face. Carter's personal ass licker is looking down their nose at you? Priceless.]]

[[Cry. It's strange, but those words just hit far too close to home.]]

[[Internalise everything. Put on a totally blank expression and just watch them squirm.]]

[[You have no desire to react. The opinion of a glorified babysitter is worthless to you.]]

*Flavour text from above choice.*

Instead, you simply ask them a question.

"Are you okay?" Mock sympathy coats your tone.

They shift on their feet and clear their throat, before nodding sharply. "Of course. Why?"

You shrug, "just figured that someone as full of shit as you should probably see a doctor."

Before they can utter a word in response, you turn around and walk away, whistling for Dog to come to heel.

You'll probably have a complaint put in against you, but you'll also probably be violently killed by a Kaiju soon, so that's honestly the least of your worries right now.

[ohmyenjolrass]

can i call you tonight? | andrew clark x reader

summary: after spending all saturday together and sharing a kiss with andrew clark, you would not imagine that he would talk to you on monday at school

warnings: none, just andy being a sweetheart <3

pairings: andrew clark x fem!reader

words: 696

n/a: so i just rewatched the breakfast club and i love andy so much i could die. i wanted to write something about him. sorry if there are any mistakes, english is not my first language :)

Masterlist

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Monday, March 26th, 1984.

After spending a Saturday in detention and enjoying it way more than you expected, it was time to return to reality. You got off the bus with one thing and one thing only in your mind.

Andrew Clark kissed you on Saturday.

You didn’t know how was the situation between the two of you. You’d grown fond of each other after spending all day together in detention, and even though you would never admit it out loud, you had always had a little crush on him.

You entered the school and walked straight to your locker. You had no time to think about your feelings, with your focus on the Chemistry class you feared you’d fail. You noticed someone standing by your side as you left the stuff you didn’t need and picked up what was necessary for Chemistry class.

“Hey, Brian. What’s up?”

The blond smiled shyly. On Saturday, he said that he considered you his friends and that he would say hi to you in the corridor if he saw you. You thought that was truly sweet, and it just showed how much of a good person Brian was.

“Hey. Just wanted to say good morning. How was your Sunday?”

“It wasn’t bad. I attended a family brunch. What about you?”

“I didn’t do anything interesting. Studied a lot.”

“Good.”, the bell rang. “Hey, I gotta go. I cannot be late for Chemistry again. Mrs Wilson will kill me. Catch you later?”

“Sure. Bye!”, you waved as you fled through the corridor. Luckily, you arrived just in time, a minute or two before Mrs Wilson entered the room. She started explaining something about the Periodic Table of Elements that you couldn’t understand no matter how hard you tried.

“Psst, y/n.”, someone whispered behind you. “Y/n.”

“Sssh, I’m trying to understand this.”, you whispered back.

You started feeling little taps on your shoulder, which were kind of annoying. You turned around. “What?”

Behind you, Andrew smiled broader than ever. You blushed a little before turning back around. You really needed to pay attention to class, and you had been enough times in detention for speaking too much in class.

One hour later, when the class finished, you took your things and went back to your locker. Then, you went up the stairs for your next class.

“Y/n, hey!”, you heard Andrew somewhere in the corridor. “Wait up!”

You froze in the middle of the stairs, not knowing how to react. You haven’t spoken to him ever since he kissed you last Saturday and you weren’t sure about his feelings towards you.

You saw him climbing up the stairs to meet you, and you couldn’t help to smile a little bit.

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

“You really ignored me in Chemistry class.”, he laughed.

“Yeah, sorry about that. Chemistry is hell for me, I really need to pass the subject.”, you said, smiling. “So, what did you want?”

“Oh, yeah.”, he opened his notebook and ripped out a tiny piece of paper. “Write your phone number there.”

“What for?”

“That way I can call you tonight.”, you noticed how Andy’s cheeks turned softly pink. “I mean, if you are okay with it.”

"Yeah, of course.", you scribbled your house phone number and gave the paper back to him.

Andrew smiled proudly as he pocketed it. Then, he looked back at you. "So, can I call you tonight?"

"Sure. 7 o'clock?"

"Perfect.", he smiled one last time and kissed you on the cheek, only to run down the stairs again. "Look for me at lunch! I want to eat with you!"

You stayed in the stairs, watching him go back to the corridor and smiled to yourself like an idiot.

"So you two are going serious? Damn, I never thought you would end up with a sportsman."

You looked up only to see Bender smirking at you. You gave him the finger jokingly as he laughed.

"Fuck you, Bender.", you said, going past him.

"Oh, you kiss your mother with that mouth?"

You laughed soundly as you went to your classroom, hoping it would pass quickly so you could see Andrew again.

[ronearoundblindly]

writing a little something today. either an ask or a small wip. pray for me. send all the vibes.

[oh-no-its-bird]

Silently willing my countless WIPS to magically finish and post themselves

[apuff]

thinking about love in danger days

this is part of my conspiracy theory that that album is aroallo, but i've always gotten the sense that romance and romantic attatchment is much less important to danger days than any other mcr record. with bullets&revenge it's quite obvious as the demolition lovers take up like, everything, and the black parade has a heavy focus on a romantic relationship as well. 

while i do think there are lines in it that are romantically coded, there is a definitive lack of emphasis on it- like it's nowhere in the plot at all. 

i do think danger days represents a very familial type of love though. while other albums visit a sense of "i want you, i need you, i miss you, i hate you,", this is more like…"i love you, i want to protect you, i'm sorry"

i find this especially strongly in s/c/a/r/e/c/r/o/w:

"Nevermind about the shape i'm in, I'll keep you safe tonight"

"love, love, love won't stop this bomb"

"run, run, bunny, run"

and other songs: 

"i'll find you when the sun goes black"

"just save yourself and i'll hold them back tonight"

"how long until we find our way in the dark and out of harm"

relevant things i can't cover with just quotes are planetary go, oft-theorized to be about party poison and kobra kid, as brothers, leaving battery city together; sing, about the killjoys' last message to the girl while saving her; goodnite dr. death, phrased as him saying goodnight to children; and summertime, which i can't discern the meaning of but seems more like a family type of love. 

i think it makes sense that danger days is like this, seeing as it features main characters that take care of a child main character as opposed to main characters that love other main characters of the same age/ability. 

another thing i noticed while re-listening to the more sentimental songs for this essay is that there's just a distinctly different vibe to it. So much of it is focused around wanting to protect people, keep them safe and out of danger (<- ha that's the name of the album) and loved. i think this also makes sense, because the killjoys live a very, well, dangerous life without much security, and they'd want to provide what they lack the most. another semi-related thing i noticed is just how much of an emphasis there is on childhood in this album. i feel like there's a vibe of youth or teen-hood throughout the earlier ones, but this is just VERY strongly about kids. again this makes sense cause not only are the killjoys teenagers (a type of kid!) they also have a proper little kid to watch. 

also, i wonder how much of this stuff was due to gerard becoming a parent. just something to think about 

[kittlesandbugs]

34. …to pretend. with Riley x Ricardo or Nox x Minthara or Nox x Gortash (whatever sparks joy) please 👀 (no pressure and right there with you in the writing drought) -wayhavenots

OKAY. I wrote this two weeks ago and immediately hated it, but I reread it and I like it better now aldskfjoasdufj anyway. Writer block hard lol.

BG3: Bold maneuvers Pairing: Nox/Minthara Warnings: Canon-typical psychic manipulation games Word Count: 588 Prompt: Kiss to pretend, for Nox/Minthara. Set uhhhhh some indeterminate time post Bhaalspawn Control ending

“To you,” she says, raising a glass of blood red wine in toast. 

Smiling and inclining your head in a humility you haven't really felt since you took control of the Crown, you raise your own glass. 

“To us,” you echo, the clink echoing in your almost unnaturally quiet chamber. “And those that remain.” A swiftly dwindling number. 

She's watching closely, though she tries not to appear that way. She tries to do many things in small attempts to thwart your Authority, to test the limitless boundaries of your perception. She's forgotten how impossible it is to hide from the Netherbrain, with its spawn in her skull, without the Emperor's meddling powers. You've allowed her to have her little games out of some malingering sentiment. 

But that's made her bolder. It's led to this. A soporific in your wine. A thin blade waiting quietly beneath the pillow next to yours. A plot to finally put an end to your madness, though you can't remember your mind having ever been clearer. 

It's a shame, what you have to do. You'll miss this. Her sharp mind, her cunning wit, her claws leaving fresh marks in your back as she takes you. But you've made the mistake of not taking a sentimental threat seriously once before, and it nearly cost you everything. 

Would it have come to this with Gortash, when your plan's finally reached their inevitable and irreconcilable divide?

You only mime taking the drink, letting it but stain your lips and tongue. It doesn't take more than a little nudge of her tadpole to secure the certainty in her mind that you drank deeply and suspect nothing. 

She smiles, sharp and beautiful and real, her baleful blood red eyes glittering like rubies in the torchlight as she approaches. You smile back much the same, teeth stained just as red. Her hand reaches up to knot in your hair, and you let her pull you down into a kiss. Her tongue pushes into your mouth, tasting the poisoned wine. Her mind practically purrs with satisfaction as she moans softly into the kiss. 

You sway a little as she draws back, letting her think what she wants. She smiles again and gives you a push back towards the bed. 

“I want you,” her lips say. Dead, her mind whispers, but there are no secrets to be had from her worm. 

You let your body stumble back, falling onto the duvet with a soft whumph of air. You slide back towards the headboard, the action so familiar it may as well be instinct. She follows on all fours like a cat stalking its prey until she comes to a rest straddling your hips. 

You feel that familiar warmth stirring in your groin. Settling into the pillow, you exhale a long slow wistful breath at what will no longer be. She mistakes it for exhaustion, and you close your eyes. 

“You seem tired,” she comments softly, cool nimble hands tracing up your scarred abdomen to unknot the lacings of your breast band. 

You hum a noncommittal and feel yourself relax, despite the danger looming over you. It's as fleetingly ephemeral as her desire to see you gored in these sheets will be. 

“I am," you admit just as quietly as she peels the fabric back from your breast, placing a kiss over your heart.

“Then you should rest, ustnor.” 

The dagger slides against the satin sheets as she settles above you. And as the cold blade also kisses your breast, you seize control. 

[purple--queen]

Everytime i read a fic & it goes like:

"Patroclus"

Pat-ro-clus

My heart melts all over again