#romantic fanfiction

[todorokis-girl]

Lovesick - Dazai x Reader

Caught in the chaos of life, Y/N grapples with unexpected feelings for Dazai Osamu, the enigmatic and troubled detective from the Armed Detective Agency. During a moonlit walk, their candid conversation reveals vulnerabilities and a mutual desire for connection. As they navigate their emotions and the unpredictability of their world, they find solace in each other's presence, discovering that even amidst darkness, there is light and hope to be found.

Requests are OPEN!

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You sat lost in thought, your gaze lingering across the room. The noise and chatter around you faded into a dull hum as your eyes fixated on him. Dazai Osamu, effortlessly alluring, stood there engaged in a conversation with some friends, his presence commanding the room with an air of nonchalance and mystery.

Your heart did an involuntary flip.

Do I like him?

The thought alone was both annoying and flustering. Dazai was known for his eccentric behavior and teasing nature, and you couldn’t help but feel a mix of admiration and frustration towards him.

As you wrestled with your feelings, he turned and caught your gaze. For a moment, time seemed to stop as the both of you stared into each other’s eyes. His eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint as he noticed the lovesick, yet frustrated look that had washed over your face.

With a confidence that bordered on arrogance, he sent you a small, almost subtle smirk and winked.

Your eyes widened in shock.

'What the hell? Did that bastard just wink at me?'

Your mind raced with thoughts, caught between exasperation and a flutter of excitement. The audacity of his gesture left you flustered, and you could feel the warmth creeping up your cheeks. How could he be so bold, so infuriatingly charming?

Dazai’s attention returned to his conversation, leaving you to process the heart-fluttering encounter. Despite your irritation, you couldn’t deny the magnetic pull he had on you. His enigmatic smile and playful demeanor left you wanting to know more, to understand the enigma that was Dazai Osamu.

As the evening wore on, you found it increasingly difficult to focus on anything but Dazai. His laughter echoed in your ears, each chuckle a tantalizing reminder of him. You tried to distract yourself by joining in on conversations with others, but your eyes kept drifting back to him, betraying your attempts at indifference.

Finally, unable to resist any longer, you excused yourself from your current group and made your way towards the refreshment table, conveniently close to where Dazai stood. You pretended to be interested in the array of snacks, but your mind was wholly occupied by his presence.

Dazai, ever observant, noticed your approach. He glanced at you from the corner of his eye, a sly grin forming on his lips. With a graceful ease, he wrapped up his conversation and sauntered over to you, his movements fluid and confident.

"Enjoying the party, Y/N?" he asked, his voice smooth and teasing.

You looked up, meeting his gaze head-on. "It's alright, I guess," you replied, trying to sound nonchalant. "How about you?"

"Oh, I'm having a wonderful time," he said, his tone dripping with irony. "Especially since I've got your attention."

You felt your face heat up again, cursing your body's reaction to his words. "I wasn't... I mean, you're not the center of my universe, you know."

Dazai chuckled, a rich, melodious sound that sent shivers down your spine. "Really? Because it seems like you can't take your eyes off me."

You opened your mouth to retort, but no words came out. He had caught you, and you both knew it. His proximity was intoxicating, his presence overwhelming your senses. The scent of his cologne mixed with the faintest hint of danger that always seemed to surround him.

"You're impossible," you finally managed to say, though your voice lacked the conviction you had hoped for.

Dazai leaned in closer, his face just inches from yours. "And yet, you can't seem to stay away."

Your heart raced, the space between you charged with unspoken tension. You could see the depths of his eyes, the secrets hidden behind his playful facade, you wanted to know more of him, what made him tick. What he was behind what he was trying to hide. In that moment, you realized that your feelings for him were far more complicated than mere annoyance or infatuation.

He reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. "Care to join me for a walk? It's getting a bit stuffy in here."

You hesitated, knowing that accepting his invitation would only draw you deeper into his enigmatic world. But the allure of his presence was too strong to resist.

"Sure," you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Dazai's smile widened, genuine and warm. "Excellent. Let's get out of here."

As he led you towards the exit, your thoughts swirled with anticipation and uncertainty. With Dazai, nothing was ever straightforward, but one thing was certain: this was only the beginning of a journey you couldn't turn back from.

The night air was cool and refreshing as you and Dazai stepped outside, the noise of the party fading behind you. The moon cast a gentle glow over the streets, creating an almost magical ambiance. You walked in silence for a few moments, the only sound being the rhythmic tapping of your footsteps against the pavement.

Dazai glanced at you, his eyes reflecting the moonlight. "So, Y/N, what were you thinking about back there?" he asked, breaking the silence. "You seemed pretty deep in thought."

You hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. "Just... life, I guess. It's been a lot lately."

He nodded, his expression thoughtful. "I get that. Sometimes it feels like the weight of the world is pressing down on you."

You looked at him, surprised by the depth of his response. "Yeah, exactly. How do you deal with it?"

Dazai chuckled softly. "By trying not to take things too seriously. Life is full of chaos and unpredictability, so why not embrace it?"

You sighed, a small smile playing on your lips. "Seems hypocritical, you know? You have very intense suicidal tendencies"

He stopped walking and turned to face you, his eyes intense. "True. But sometimes, you just need to find something, or someone, that makes the chaos worth it. I promised I would"

His words hung in the air, heavy with implication. You felt your heart skip a beat, the warmth of his gaze making you feel both vulnerable and exhilarated.

Before you could respond, Dazai reached out and took your hand. His touch was gentle, yet firm, grounding you in the moment.

"I know it sounds contradictory," he said softly, his thumb gently brushing over your knuckles. "But even someone like me can find reasons to hold on. Reasons to fight the darkness."

Your breath caught in your throat, the sincerity in his voice piercing through your defenses. "Dazai..."

He smiled, a mixture of sadness and hope in his eyes. "I don't want to burden you with my struggles. But being around you... it makes me feel like maybe, just maybe, there's something more to this chaotic life. Everyone I've ever loved leaves me, and it can be hard to handle"

You squeezed his hand, your heart aching with empathy. "You're not a burden, Dazai. Everyone has their demons, and you don't have to face them alone."

For a moment, he looked taken aback, as if he hadn't expected your words to hold so much weight. "You really mean that?"

"Yes," you said firmly. "I do. And if you ever need someone to talk to, or just to be there, I'm here."

A rare, genuine smile spread across Dazai's face, and he pulled you into a gentle embrace. "Thank you, Y/N. That means more to me than you'll ever know."

You melted into his embrace, feeling the warmth and strength of his presence. In that moment, you realized that despite the darkness that clung to him, Dazai was a beacon of light in your life. And perhaps, you could be the same for him.

As you stood there, wrapped in each other's arms under the moonlit sky, you felt a sense of peace and connection that transcended words. The chaos of the world seemed distant, and for the first time in a long while, you both felt a glimmer of hope for the future.

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Shameless Self-Promotion: Comments Requested

So, this fanfic universe kinda feels like my magnum opus of wrestling fic... I've written others, mostly AdaMJF/BTYBB fics (and I'm more than happy to share those links as well), but I started this CMJF verse with what was supposed to be a one-shot set in a world where Max is the heir to a rich New York family's business and fortune, and Punk is the older, poor as fuck, guitarist in a band who turned Max's life upside down. The first piece I wrote was Max drunkenly calling Punk after being abandoned a week before his wedding to Adam Cole, the guy his parents had approved of. But it grew... and grew... and grew.

Unfortunately, I've put in a lot of work, but haven't gotten much feedback on it. My AdaMJF stuff gets a decent amount of feedback, but CMJF not so much... maybe because they don't actually interact anymore, so the ship fandom is dying? IDEK. But I know there's a lot of AO3 writers on the old Tumblr, so I figure worst case? Nobody sees this and best case? I get some feedback!!

Anyways... without futher ado, let me link ya.

Toxicity Is a Virtue... or Something: A CMJF AU Universe Description: Maxwell Jacob Friedman is the golden son of a wealthy New York family. CM Punk is his parents��� worst nightmare.

Part 1: Watch Me Turn Your Mind Into My Home Summary: Max is slumming at a punk rock club with his friends. Punk is playing that club with his band. Worlds collide and shit gets messy. In Progress

Part 2: Why Are You Here? Summary: It's been a few months since Maxwell Jacob Friedman and CM Punk broke up, and they've both moved on. Or so they both think. Complete - One-shot

Part 3: Pretty When You Cry Summary: Max thought he had finally found the person who would love him forever -- who would never break his heart -- in the person of Adam Cole. But as usual? Max thought wrong. -or- 5 times Adam truly smiled at Max and 1 time he tried to but failed. Complete - One-shot

Part 4: Sick Like Me Summary: Maxwell Jacob Friedman is the son of one of New York City's richest families, and as such, his parents have been planning his life for a long time. CM Punk is the much older, much poorer guy he dated 5 years ago. Adam Cole is the charmer Max's parents loved until he left him a week before their wedding. Larry just wants a treat. In Progress

[fullpenguincupcake]

Definitely a role model.

For more Luigi, see here.

[gmariam19]

Curious about fanfic and endings so I'm trying out my first poll - thanks! :)

[ursulanoodles]

A new chapter of Affliction, Bliss, and a Second First Kiss is up!

I'm back from hiatus, hens! 😘

Chapter 80: To All the Seconds, Unforgiving

*TW* Suicidal ideation, mentions of alcohol abuse, and blood

A little update for you all:

After careful consideration, I've decided I'm going to be posting every other week instead of every week for my mental health. 💙

Okay, bye.

[fictionfromthevoid]

Masterlist

LOTR/Hobbit

Headcanons:

Comforting Frodo through the journey to Mordor

Teaching Frodo how to swim

Oneshots:

They do what in the bedroom?!- an asexual comedy

Star Wars

Headcanons:

Being Anakin Skywalker's best friend

Saving Anakin Skywalker

One-shots:

Saving Anakin Skywalker - Mortis

YU-Gi-OH!

Headcanons:

Seto Kaiba hugging headcanons

Seto Kaiba affection headcanons

ACD Sherlock Holmes (original books)

Headcanons:

Being in a QPR with Sherlock Holmes would include

One-shots:

STOP TRYING TO FIND ME A WIFE (featuring AroAce Holmes)

BBC Sherlock

Headcanons:

Being childhood best friends with Sherlock

One-shots:

Comforting Sherlock when he has a panic attack

Marvel

One-shots:

Comforting Loki when he finds out that he is a frost giant

Headcanons:

Bucky Barnes x ex-red-room-agent! reader headcanons

[glitzbot]

my last piece of art done for the Helluva Bang event! this is from @moonlightvamp's fic: Oh Stolas, that's a rom-com

[that-weird-thing-in-the-woods]

:) I’m backkkk you all thought you could get rid of me

🛕Pharaoh Tucker with his “Wifes” Sam and Danny🛕

Yes I’m bringing attention to this like why is nobody talking about this????

Now let’s get into the main plot so Danny, Sam and Tucker have to GO and fast ( GIW or bad Fenton au either or. !!!Bonus points!!! If Danny got hurt and than it would make this so much funnier y’all get what I mean in a sec) and they all go to the ghost zone where they meet up with clockwork and he tells them that one of Tuckers earlier reincarnation made a place so in the future he’s good even if he doesn’t remember it so clockwork brings them to what looks like an ancient Egyptian empire with the civilians and the people who live there as the people who died in the past {sorry if this is a bit hard to read I am very tired} and they are brought to the place where clockwork just casually reveals that Tucker is the pharaoh ie: The King and Sam, Tucker and Danny take this very well for them this is a safe place for them to heal and live with the added bonus of helping with Danny’s obsessions (Protection and Space) and after a bit they gain the affection of the people and the…Protection of the people??? Because for the people they see that one of their queen (Danny) was hurt before the royals came here so they get a bit protective and for a bit of information here’s the main jobs of the trio

Tucker taking care of the rules and doing the main running of the empire

Sam takes care of the army and gardens of the empire ( making sure they have enough food and such )

Danny takes care of the people (who grown the most fond of ) and such

So you can see what I’m going for with this now here’s where the JL comes in so the empire was NOT in the ghost zone it is in its own little world but somehow the JL gets tipped off about a triving empire that NOBODY has made contact with so a group ( Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman, the flash, green lantern you know the works) goes to make contact and hopefully make allies with them so they go and are taken aback a bit by how much this place is triving and what to meet the people who made this happen so what the JL was expecting was a lest a adult but instead they got what looked like a 16-17 with what looked like two people the same aged sitting next to him on either side (!!!EXRA BONUS POINTS!!! If one of the supers helped Danny before the meeting) and someone makes the dumb decision to ask them where are the REAL rulers and the guards in the room ( who I forgot to mention ) get mad at them and become hostile to them and Sam has to clam them down and that’s all for the plot at the moment

Now on to the details let’s start with tucker I’m thinking about this

( just instead of blue it’s red) and for a head piece I’m thinking the good old classic 

It just fits

Now for Sam I’m thinking is for her outfit

But in darker colors because she’s SAM and for a head piece I’m thinking something like this

Nothing to big because she has to train the army and she’s outside a lot so if it’s anything to big I think it will just be annoying

For Danny this

Mixed with this

Because ye and for his hair piece I’m braining

This I think it looks neat

Now that’s all from me byeee

[moonieee]

A fanart of one of my favourite fluff bingyuan fanfic: Green Shadows by Zarasu on ao3 🌼✨️

“What?” Shen Yuan asked, a little breathlessly.

The boy pointed his chubby finger at the book in Shen Yuan’s lap. “What are you doing?”

“Oh.” Shen Yuan looked down at the book. “I’m, hm…” He threw another look at the boy. Maybe the other boy would be interested in playing with him? “I’m an explorer!”

The other boy’s smile faded and he looked at Shen Yuan intensely. “I thought you were a human?”

In which a oneshot fanfic where Shen Yuan and Luo Binghe were childhood friends.

Notes: Holy shit i was so eepy when i post this and when i woke up, i realized from yall that i linked the wrong fics lol 🧍‍♀️ Anyway, i updated it thx u everyone who notify me abt it 💀 lmaooo

[todorokis-girl]

Lessons in the Shadow - Tachihara x reader

Tachihara trains a new member of the port mafia, and the romantic tension is palpable

Requests are OPEN!

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The underground training room of the Port Mafia was dimly lit, the only light coming from a few high windows that let in the faint, late afternoon sun. You stood in the middle of the room, feeling the weight of anticipation in the air. Michizō Tachihara, one of the Mafia's skilled and determined enforcers, leaned casually against the wall, his intense eyes fixed on you with an assessing gaze.

"You ready?" he asked, his voice a blend of challenge and encouragement.

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest. Tachihara pushed himself off the wall and walked towards you, his movements precise and controlled. He stopped a few feet away, his eyes locking onto yours.

"First rule of combat," he began, "always be aware of your surroundings."

He moved so quickly that you barely had time to react. One moment he was standing in front of you, and the next, he was behind you, his arm around your neck in a loose but firm hold. You struggled for a moment, instinctively reaching up to grab his arm.

"Relax," he murmured in your ear, his voice carrying an edge of command. "Focus on your breathing."

You took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart. Tachihara released you and stepped back, his eyes gleaming with approval.

"Good. Now, let's work on your stance."

He positioned you with your feet shoulder-width apart, knees slightly bent. His hands on your shoulders were warm, grounding you. You could feel his breath against your neck as he leaned in to adjust your posture, the closeness making your heart skip a beat.

"Remember, a solid stance is the foundation of everything."

He moved in front of you again, his expression serious but his gaze softening as it lingered on your face. "Now, throw a punch."

You hesitated for a moment before swinging your fist towards him. He caught it easily, his grip firm but not painful.

"Too slow," he said, his voice a low murmur. "Try again."

You tried again, faster this time. He deflected your punch with a swift movement of his hand, a small smile playing on his lips.

"Better. But you need to put more power behind it."

For the next hour, Tachihara guided you through various techniques, his instructions sharp and precise. He demonstrated each move with effortless grace, his eyes never leaving you. You could feel his intensity, his focus on every detail of your performance.

At one point, he grabbed your wrist and twisted it, forcing you to the ground. You gasped, the pain sharp but fleeting.

"Pain is a part of training," he said softly, his grip unyielding. "You need to learn to endure it."

He released you and helped you to your feet, his touch surprisingly gentle and lingering a moment longer than necessary.

"Again."

You nodded, determined to prove yourself. You attacked with renewed vigor, each movement sharper, more precise. Tachihara matched you blow for blow, his eyes never leaving yours. The way he watched you, intense and unwavering, sent a shiver down your spine.

"Good," he said, his voice a low rumble. "You're improving."

As the session drew to a close, you were drenched in sweat, your muscles aching. Tachihara handed you a towel, his expression softer now. His fingers brushed yours as you took it, the touch sending a jolt of electricity through you.

"You're doing well," he said quietly. "But remember, this is just the beginning. There's still much to learn."

You nodded, wiping the sweat from your forehead. Despite the exhaustion, you felt a sense of accomplishment. Tachihara's approval meant more to you than you cared to admit.

"Thank you," you said, your voice steady but with a hint of warmth.

He smiled, a rare, genuine smile that made your heart skip a beat. "Don't thank me yet. The real work begins tomorrow."

The following day, you arrived at the training room with renewed determination. Tachihara was already there, waiting for you. As you stepped into the room, he gave you a nod, his eyes meeting yours with a glimmer of something you couldn't quite place.

"Let's see how much you remember from yesterday," he said, his voice carrying a note of expectation.

The training session began much like the previous one, with Tachihara guiding you through various techniques. However, there was a noticeable change in the air—a sense of familiarity, of understanding. Each touch, each correction felt more personal, more intimate.

As the session progressed, Tachihara moved closer, his proximity sending waves of heat through your body. During a particularly intense drill, you found yourself pinned against the wall, Tachihara's body pressed against yours. His breath was warm on your face, his eyes dark and unreadable.

"You're getting better," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "But you need to be faster."

Your heart raced, not just from the exertion, but from the closeness of him. You nodded, barely able to find your voice. "I'll try."

He smiled, his gaze dropping to your lips for a fleeting moment before returning to your eyes. "Good."

As he stepped back, you felt a pang of disappointment, but it was quickly replaced by a surge of determination. You wanted to impress him, to earn his praise. You attacked with renewed vigor, each move sharper, more precise.

By the end of the session, you were once again drenched in sweat, your muscles aching. Tachihara handed you a towel, his fingers lingering on yours. The touch sent a familiar jolt of electricity through you, but this time, it was accompanied by a sense of connection, of understanding.

"You're doing really well," he said, his voice soft. "I'm impressed."

"Thank you," you replied, your heart swelling with pride.

He stepped closer, his eyes locking onto yours. "I mean it. You've got potential."

Your breath hitched as he reached up, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. His touch was gentle, his fingers warm against your skin. For a moment, you were lost in his gaze, the intensity of his blue eyes drawing you in.

"Tachihara, I..."

Before you could finish, he leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a soft, tentative kiss. Your eyes fluttered shut as you melted into the kiss, your hands finding their way to his chest. The kiss deepened, a surge of warmth flooding through you.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath mingling with yours. "I'm sorry," he murmured. "I couldn't help it."

You shook your head, a smile tugging at your lips. "Don't be. I couldn't either."

He chuckled softly, his arms wrapping around you in a gentle embrace. "I guess training won't be the only thing we'll be working on from now on."

You laughed, the sound mingling with his as you held each other. The future was uncertain, but in that moment, you felt a sense of clarity, of purpose. Under Tachihara's guidance, you would become stronger, more capable. And together, you would uncover the mysteries of both the Port Mafia and each other.

[dreamsteddie]

I love pre Season 3 Steddie AUs so much because there are so many opportunities for Eddie to be so incredibly jealous of his boyfriend's new best friend, Robin Buckley.

Eddie got so used to Steve spending basically every moment of free time he has with Eddie in some capacity, even if it's just them shooting the shit in the back of Eddies van getting high after a long day and he's come to covet his Steve Time like a precious treasure.

And then all of a sudden Steve has a friend his age??? A friend who doesn't have an 8PM curfew???? What the fuck??????

But Eddie doesn't want to be a toxic, controlling boyfriend who doesn't let his partner have a social life! He really doesn't! And he gets that Steve and Robin went through something together that they won't, can't, share with him and they need each other. But he got so used to having all of Steve's time that whenever he has to spend a Saturday night alone because Robin and Steve are having Boy Time watching a soccer game and talking about their crushes, instead of hitting up his own friends or working on a campaign or whatever he just pines and sighs by the window lamenting about whether or not his beloved will return from the war. Wayne hates it.

When Steve and Eddie see each other the next day having spent literally less than 24 hours apart, Eddie latches on like a limpet and demands to be consoled with a thousand kisses and a grilled cheese sandwich.

Eventually, once Steve and Robin are a little more settled after the events of Starcourt, the three of them start spending more time together as a trio which at least allows Eddie to hold his boyfriend during movie night. Eddie reluctantly admits that Robin is actually really cool and they become fast friends right up until Eddie realized Robin is stealing his boyfriend ON PURPOSE.

It's not all the time but what Eddie has come to learn about Robin Buckley is that she is a menace. She'll real you in with her sweet freckles and charming ramblings but she's always looking for a way to fuck with Eddie, especially if he's wronged her first. Eddie returns a tape without rewinding it? Steve won't be at band practice tomorrow, actually, because Robin needs someone to help with her art project due on Monday. Eddie got Cheeto dust on Robin's favorite sweater? Suddenly Robin and Steve have plans to get drunk and plan a way for Robin to ask Vickie out for Valentine's Day. No boyfriends allowed. Eddie stole Robin's favorite Steve Sweater before she could get to it on movie night? Steve rainchecks Eddie for their bi-weekly Let's Get High date because Robin is conveniently sick. Must be because she didn't have a jacket on movie night.

Once Eddie catches on it becomes a fierce game competition between the both of them. Steve acts like he's none the wiser, but he's secretly lapping up all the attention he's getting.

[fullpenguincupcake]

Luigi Mangione Rhinestone (6”x6”). @Rhinekid

For more Luigi, see here.

[synthetic-venus]

The question came to mind as I was trying to lay the foundations for my next fanfiction. My initial choice was high school, but I soon realized that the experiences I wanted my characters to have were not consistent with their age and maturity. However, setting the story in a university adds its own set of difficulties. It can be harder to bring all of my characters together and have them spend time together. Therefore, I wanted to know your opinion on this matter.

[meltingfin1]

Louis in Iceland gets me every time

[spookievan]

date nights with spence <3