#so I wrote this

[unabletonotlovesatoru]

“tsumu, c’mon. you know you can’t just sit here all day.”

atsumu lifted his head from the counter, fixing you with the biggest, most ridiculous pout you’d ever seen. his eyes were wide, downright pitiful, and paired with the way his lower lip jutted out, he looked like a kicked puppy. you snorted, shaking your head as you leaned forward against the counter, resting your chin in your palm.

the shop wasn’t packed, but it was never truly quiet either. soft conversations filled the space, the hum of the kitchen blending into the ambient noise. yet somehow, atsumu made it easy to forget all of that—probably because he was draped over the counter like a housecat demanding attention.

“why not? it’s my day off,” he whined, stretching his arms out in front of him dramatically. then, he shot you a lopsided grin. “thought ya liked havin’ me around, angel.”

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the amused twitch of your lips. “i do. just not when you’re takin’ up space and bein’ a pain.”

“yer so cruel,” atsumu sighed, tilting his head to look at you, expression exaggeratedly wounded. “where’s the love? the appreciation?”

before you could retort, osamu’s voice cut through the space. “he botherin’ ya again?”

you glanced over to see him standing behind the prep station, arms crossed, wearing the same unimpressed look he always had when dealing with his brother’s antics.

“always,” you replied, lips quirking.

“unbelievable,” atsumu muttered, shaking his head. then, before you could react, he suddenly leaned in, his face dangerously close to yours.

“tsumu—”

he moved fast, pressing the lightest, quickest kiss to your cheek before you could pull away.

your brain short-circuited for a second, heat creeping up your neck. but atsumu just grinned, smug as ever, leaning back before you could properly process what just happened.

“that’s what ya get for teasin’ me,” he said, voice dripping with satisfaction.

“oi, don’t go kissin’ people across my counter.” osamu grumbled, though he didn’t sound particularly surprised.

you, on the other hand, were still recovering. “you’re insufferable.” you muttered, turning away to busy yourself with something—anything—before he could see just how flustered you were.

but from the way he chuckled, you knew he’d already noticed.

[evilrat-sabre]

This isn't about Strawberry jam

I want to ramble on about something I am not so sure about what it is, so I will tell yall a story.

So imagine this; You are 20 years old, you live with your partner in your shared apartment, your partner buys a tiny glass jar of strawberry jam. 

If I pointed at that moment and asked you what it was, I think you would say “Well, it's a jar of strawberry jam” 

Okay now, imagine one week later; the jam was good, but the jar was tiny so you and your partner already ate all of it, holding the empty and dirty jar you realize, wow it has a very nice shape, maybe I can use it as a cup, so you clean the jar and lets it sitting beside your water filter. 

If I pointed now and asked what it was, what would you say? “It’s an empty jar of strawberry jam that we use to drink water.”

Okay cool, nice and practical, lets go forward, Imagine 10 years later… Yea I know a lot of time, but hear me out; You are 30 years old and you had a child in the meantime, this child is 7 years old. 

If I pointed to the empty jar of strawberry jam and asked what it is, you know what they would say? “It’s a glass cup, we use it to drink water.” Do you see where I am going?

Okay now let's go 30 years in the future, imagine; you are 60 years old and this story isn’t about you anymore, no this story is about your grandchild now. Your 37 years old child has a 10 year old child themselves now. If I pointed to the glass cup and asked the same old question, what would they say? “Oh that's a vintage glass cup that belonged to my grandparents, my parents get it out on… special occasions.” Okay cool, it's a vintage heirloom now I guess.

Okay now Imagine; Someone broke it, what would be said if I pointed to the glass and asked you to say what it is?

“This was an empty jar of Jam, we bought it a bunch of years ago and I don’t remember if the Jam was good or not, but it served us well.”

Ok, and If I asked your child?

“Oh, this was an old glass cup that was in my parents house. I liked to use it when we would drink vodka… I think it was older than me. It's a shame it is broken.”

Your grandchild?

“This was a family heirloom. It was older than my parents and I pretended to give it to my child one day. To be honest, the thing was old, it is a miracle how long it lasted.”

The garbage man that will dispose of it.

“Someone threw broken glass in the wrong bin, I will have to put on my gloves.”

[blackbonnet-ruined-my-life]

Imagine the doctor having a room in the tardis specifically for Rogue. It was Ruby’s idea at first. She was so sure that they’d find him quickly that she wanted to set up a room for him with first aid equipment.

Then came the dice. The doctor had found them in a market. DnD dice in a lovely shade of blue that reminded him of the coat Rogue wore the night they met. He decided not to buy them so Ruby did. They ended up in Rogue’s room, a gift for when they found him. It was funny how quickly they started thinking of it as Rogue’s room despite the man never setting foot in it.

Next came a shirt he’d look so good in and new bedding for the room. Before long the doctor didn’t even need prompting. The room became cluttered with trinkets and gadgets and anything that made him think of Rogue, cluttering every surface just like on Rogue’s ship.

When they finally get reunited though, he picks a different room. He’s not sure why at first. It’s not until later that night that it hits him. He’s scared to be rejected. What if Rogue thinks it’s weird or obsessive given they didn’t know each other very long.

He needn’t have worried though and seeing Rogue’s eyes light up as he explores his own personal cave of wonders is definitely worth the wait.

[seokminfilm]

"there's no one like you." you say, looking down at seokmin as his arms smoothly fit around your waist. seokmin's eyes are that pretty dark brown, lips glossy with the tears he had just shed as he smiles while sniffling. "really?"

"seokmin, of course. i married you for a reason." his head laid against your stomach, his breathing slowing as you leaned over him.

seokmin's graceful hands ghosting your exposed back made you inhale sharply, and the soft feeling in your chest bloomed as he looked back up at you.

"how do you think we'll meet in our next life?" he asks simply, and you laugh, throwing your head back as you smile. "seokmin, really?"

a pout comes onto his features as his eyebrows become downturned. "yes, really. how do you think we'll meet each other again? since we're soulmates and all," seokmin says the last part while leaning in and kissing your exposed stomach.

you giggle, and sigh as he looks up at you again, strong hands still in place on your waist. he's waiting for a reply, and you try to think hard, imagining how you'd remember seokmin from this wonderful life you and him were currently living.

"i'd just hope the universe does me another favor and bring me to you. that's all i'd really want, i think." smiling, you cup seokmin's cheek, thumb grazing over his smooth, clear skin and ghosting his pink, sweet lips.

seokmin stares up at you as if you hung the stars in the sky for him—his brown eyes have those familiar sparkles in them, and the small smile that graces his features touches your heart just as much as it does his. his hands gently press you down towards the floor, and you follow, finally on your knees as he presses and molds his soft lips to yours.

the sound of the air conditioning and small pecks the two of you share isn't loud or distracting, but so small and minute that you crave more of it.

you crave more of seokmin like this. you crave more of your seokmin stripped down to who he really is—not a charismatic guy who just laughs and smiles all the time, or the friend everyone comes to help for—but just a sweet boy who needs comfort and cheering up, just like the rest of the world does.

"i love you." those words—when seokmin whispered them to you, like he did just now—made you slow down and appreciate the world that was lee seokmin. his voice was soft and mild when he said it, but you knew without a shadow of a doubt that he meant it.

"and i love you, seokmin." you said back, lips tickling his before you planted another one on his lips again. he smiled at you, and you caught it in your pocket, saving it for a rainy day.

[ollieblogs-stuff]

Medusa and Lilith: a series of letters through time

Dearest Lilith,

I stumbled across

Your story today.

A passing merchant

Fancied himself a hero

In a moment of idiocy.

I have given up on trying to

Warn them.

I am

What they love to hate;

Something tells me

We have this in common

- Medusa.

~~~

Darling Medusa,

Though you have heard of me,

I must confess

Your name is new to my ears.

I must disagree with your

Expressed sentiments.

We are not what they love to hate;

We are as they made us.

They turned us into these things.

If they then choose to hate what

They created,

Well, that is

Their load to bear.

(I hope I have not offended you

By insinuating you are a 'thing,'

My friend)

- Lilith

~~~

Lovely Lilith,

My, what a welcome surprise to

Receive your reply!

Do not fret about

The language use.

I may have once flinched

At being called a 'thing,'

But that time has long since passed.

I do not get the privilege of

Feeling like a human being

Anymore.

I feel the weight of the word

'Monster'

Resting on my shoulders

From the moment I wake up

To the moment I fall asleep.

I am still human in my dreams.

Some days, it feels like

That is all my humanity ever was -

A dream.

When I think back

To my life before THAT day,

I loathe the way in which

I took my existence for granted.

Oh how different the world

Looks when your life is worth nothing;

When your death is prophesied

And celebrated.

I'll be worth more in death

Than in life.

- Medusa

~~~

My friend,

How my heart aches for you.

I can make my own assumptions

And conclusions about your past

And current situation from your

Previous communication,

But I know that I

Do not have the full picture.

So please excuse me,

My friend,

As I do what more people should

In a position like mine

And not say anything at all.

Just know that

I wish the best for you,

And I do not believe you

To be a monster.

Not in your heart,

And that's where it counts.

People choose to see

What they want to see.

It seems,

For both of us,

People choose to see a villain.

Evidently,

In their eyes,

There is nothing more villainous

Than an empowered woman.

- Lilith

~~~

Adored friend,

I thank you for your sentiments.

If I did not know that

Centuries and oceans

Keep us forever apart,

I may have accused you

Of reading my thoughts.

Whilst being a villain

Is not something people aspire to,

I find it more preferable to

'Hero'

With each passing day.

I am going to die,

Lilith.

I am going to be murdered.

A 'hero' who is no more than a boy

Will be the one to slay this beast.

I am to be no more

Than a milestone

In this child's path

To heroism.

I would wonder where the dignity

In this is,

But as a villain

I am permitted none.

I do not wish this

Child's legacy

To be the only reason

I am remembered.

- Medusa

~~~

Medusa, my dear friend,

We are the legacy we leave behind.

If they will not remember us as

Heroes and humans,

Let them remember us as

Monsters and villains.

If we cannot outrun

Our fate,

Let us embrace it.

Let us be

The most monstrous.

The most villainous.

Let visions of us

Plague their dreams

And moisten their palms.

Let our names be whispered

Like a prayer or profanity.

Let us make it impossible

For them to forget that

They made us this way.

Let us give them a

A damned good reason

To remember our names.

- Lilith

© O.M.A

[curseofhecate]

Too early

James Potter x reader

You promised Lily you would meet her in the library to study but it's too early and James want you to stay with him in bed.

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"Where are you going, love?" a very tired James Potter asked. You almost didn't hear him as his words were muffled by the pillows. "I told you, I have to meet Lily in the library. I promised I'd study with her for the final exams and I have canceled our plans twice already."

You were met with silence. You thought he might have fallen asleep again when he spoke.

"What time is it?"

In his half conscious state, James thought he misheard you when your answer was 'close to six thirty'. It took one glance at the clock on the bedside table for him to realize you were actually telling the truth.

"That's too early" he complained sitting up.

"Come back to bed".

You made your way over to the bed, leaning down to place a soft kiss on his forehead. "Sorry love, but I promised Lily I'd be there on time."

Your words seemed to fall on deaf ears as the boy grabbed ahold of your wrist, pulling you towards the bed. "James!" you scolded. "I really have to go."

"I know" he mumbled, wrapping his arms around you, head buried in the crook of your neck. "James, I'm serious."

The boy laughed before placing a quick kiss on your shoulder. "Can't you stay?" he asked quietly. "Just five more minutes."

"Please?" he asked hopefully.

You sighed looking down at your wrist to check the time. "Only five minutes and then I have to go, okay? Otherwise I'm gonna be late."

James cheered, falling backwards onto the bed, pulling you with him. You laughed at his antics, your head resting against his chest.

"I love you" he whispered, lips pressing softly against your forehead.

"I love you too, Bambi."

[mafesti]

In sickness and in health, remember?

Pairing(s): John Price x GN! Reader

Summary: Your husband gets sick and he doesn't want to admit it. Luckily, you're there to help him, even though he's being stubborn about it.

Word Count: 5158

Warning(s): None, pure fluff

A/N: I'm sorry if it's bad or short, or anything else in the matter :( I'm still new to this fan fiction stuff (as in my first blown one-shot that I didn't abandon), and English isn't my first language too. But please enjoy! I'm sorry once again if there's potentially any other fanfics like this, I have no means to copy them. 🫶

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You and your dear husband, John, have been married together for 4 years, and it has been a truly beautiful relationship for both of you. Although you have always noticed that John tends to get sick from time to time, especially when he's getting older (don't say that to him though, or he'll be terribly mad at you).

But this time was different.

You noticed that he was hiding something from you, most likely because he didn't want to worry you (even though you were already worried and soon-to-be developing a mild heart attack for him whenever he was out for deployment anyways).

You walked into your shared room, deciding not to knock, just this once. Noticing your presence, he looks up from his stack of never ending paperwork that was on his table.

"Love, what did I say to you about knocking?" He tried to answer you in his typical, gruff voice, but you knew him well enough to notice a hint of exhaustion behind those words.

His face was pale, and his breath seemed shallow. You could tell something was wrong.

"John, are you alright?" You ask with a frown on your face.

"No, I'm perfectly fine!" he said, refusing to admit anything. "I'm just a little tired, that's all," he added, hoping you'd let it go.

But you knew him too well even before marriage, and you knew something was seriously wrong with him.

"No, John, you look like you're about to pass out. You look sick since when? Yesterday? You're way beyond 'just tired," you argued back.

"I'm fine, really, it's nothing serious at all!" he tried to convince you, but you were having none of it.

"John, you're pale and sweating, and you've potentially got a fever. You're not 'fine."

He huffed a bit, but then admitted, "Alright, maybe I am a little under the weather, but it's really nothing serious. Just a small cold, nothing I can't deal with."

You let out a very desperate sigh (which shows your current condition with Price) while shaking your head. 𝘚𝘵𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘯. You thought to yourself. You got behind him and placed your hands on his shoulder, and he immediately got the memo of what you were going to do.

"Sweetheart, you really don't have to.." He sighed, but you ignored him. You began massaging his shoulders, pressing the knots out while chastising him.

"John, c'mon, let's not pretend this is a small cold." You chastised him gently.

He lets out a groan and gave in into the soothing feeling, dropping everything that he was doing earlier. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘥. He thought with a small sigh leaving his lips.

"Okay, okay.. maybe you're right." He admitted. "But I'll just lie down for a bit and I'll be as good as new."

You knew it was for the best, even if he was being stubborn and tried to protest. You led him over to the bed, helping him lie down as he gave a few soft murmurs of thanks. You checked his temperature, which came up at 39-40 degrees celcius, a moderate grade fever.

"See," You showed him the thermometer.

"It's clear you're way beyond this 'small cold' you've been claiming," you scolded him with a satisfied look on your face after you've proved him wrong. He muttered something under his breath, but eventually conceded that he needed some rest.

You carefully drape the blanket over his chest, making sure to keep him warm and comfortable. You left him alone for a bit and came back with a bucket of water with a small towel in it. You then took the damp towel and gently placed it on his forehead, trying to lower his fever as much as possible.

"Now rest, and let me get some soup for you," you instructed him. He grumbled something yet again, but finally nodded and did as you said.

You did as you promised, returning to the kitchen shortly after to make a soup that would be sure to help his recovery. You also added some hot tea with honey and lemon juice, a classic remedy for whenever someone is sick.

You returned to the bedroom with the soup and tea on a tray. Seeing the tray full of supposedly filled medicine, John slowly sat up and leaned his back to the headboard, getting into a comfortable position. You made sure John kept drinking and eating it, and when he was done you put the tray on the nightstand beside the bed.

Slowly but surely, his fever dropped and his color returned. After a short while, he began to fall asleep from exhaustion.

You were just about to head out of the room, but John gently grabbed your wrist with the last ounce of strength he had left, mumbling a quiet "Stay."

Even though you knew he needed his rest, your heart melted at the way he held your wrist so gently. For a moment you hesitated, but if it meant him getting the rest he needed, you'll happily stay with him till' he gets better.

"I'll be right back, love," you whispered softly, giving his hand one last lingering squeeze.

You closed the curtain and turned off the lights, creating a comfortable and low-lit atmosphere. Then you gently climbed into bed with him, finding a cozy spot and wrapping a blanket around the two of you. You leaned close to him, nuzzling against his shoulder and pulling him into you, feeling his presence and feeling comfortable and safe.

Finally, you both closed your eyes and rested as you slowly fell asleep together.

[hanafubukki]

Imagine you and malleus were in a relationship before he overblotted.

You were put to sleep and you had been helping Silver through his UM to wake everyone up.

Eventually, malleus is defeated and everyone wakes up.

Except for you

Malleus is stricken. You, the one who is so precious to him, is not waking up. Because of him

He goes to you, shaken.

He begs you to wake up, please.

But you sleep without any change.

He leans in and kisses you.

It’s his only choice.

He has no power left.

No other way to wake you.

But to depend on a fairy tale solution.

But miraculously, you awaken.

And you call his name fondly.

Malleus finally finally breathes and cries into you.

Welcome back you say

I’m home he says back

Amongst the destruction, his family, and of course, you.

He really is back.

[llove-me-anyway]

whatever you do don’t imagine Eddie completely spiralling about this Shannon doppelgänger situation and having a conversation-turning-argument with Buck about it at the Diaz house. and Eddie slightly loosing it, wanting to involve Chris (who is in his room) in the conversation too because what if they can be the family they always wanted! Eddie, Shannon and Chris! the perfect family! they can make it happen!

but Shannon is dead Eddie, is what Buck has to remind him while gently positioning himself between Eddie and the door to Chris’ room. please leave Chris out of this.

and definitely don’t think about Eddie reacting in anger and growling at Buck. that he’s my son. he’s not your kid. you can’t tell me how to talk to him. i raised him, you didn’t.

yea don’t you even think about this happening because it would break your heart, just like it would absolutely break Buck’s.

[teneleven12xiii]

Loscar Drabble - A birthday wish

or a drabble about F3/F2 Loscar on Logan's birthday.

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When the clock struck 12 on the night of his 19th birthday Logan remembered sitting on the balcony of his room, eyes cast out to the Atlantic Ocean, thinking he could see the light from Moore’s island from where he sat, that’s how Oscar found him. The house was quiet, everyone was asleep along with the city of Fort Lauderdale, so Oscar spoke to him in hushed whispers. 

“Logan!!” Logan can hear the excitement in his voice even as he whispers softly against the winds, “Happy Birthday!!” 

“Thank you!!” he grins, ear to ear, admiring his friend who was trying his best to shield the flickering candle from the breeze. 

“Quick, make a wish,” prompts Oscar, Logan closes his eyes and thinks, they sit in silence for a few seconds before he opens his eyes again and blows out the candle. They shared the small chocolate cupcake Oscar had gotten from the corner store. It tasted like canned frosting and melted wax, but Logan would argue that it was the best birthday cake he had ever had. “So, what’d you wish for?” Oscar asks after their fingers are licked clean and the cupcake is gone, 

“Couldn’t think of anything actually,” their backs leaned against the glass door, and dressed in their matching prema hoodie, Oscar had shifted over to look at Logan. 

“Nothing?” Oscar asks, “Already know what you want from life then?” Logan pondered it for a moment, he glanced behind them into his bedroom, his replica trophies from throughout the years sat on their shelves, and his parents and brother slept soundly in their rooms, then he turned back to Oscar, watching his friend for an instant before he answered. 

“You, I think,” did Logan imagine the dust of pink on Oscar’s cheeks, he wondered. “Will you be there? For the rest of my life?” Oscar sat unspoken for a few minutes then he nodded, 

“Yeah, I can do that,”

[propertyofkylar]

little m!mason x gn!pc fic

cw: teacher/student relationship, dubcon, dominant reader

Ending the school day in swimming class was always a delight. Going in the pool was a relaxing way to finish a difficult day. Plus, you got to see your favorite teacher.

Today, you were in full teasing mode. Flaunting your body whenever possible, “accidentally” letting your swimsuit slip. Each time, you noticed how Mason averted his eyes. And it made you want more.

But at the end of class, as you climbed out of the pool, you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“Come back and see me after you get changed,” Mason said, unable to meet your gaze. And while your classmates started laughing about how you were in trouble, you were filled with excitement.

You put your uniform back on and waited for the other students to leave before heading into the pool room, where Mason was sitting on a bench. You took a seat beside him and moved closer than necessary, pressing your thigh against his.

Mason wasn’t looking your direction at all, instead focusing on some random spot on the wall. “You’re really terrible, you know that,” he said, his voice sounding strained.

You couldn’t help but laugh. “And yet you’re the one who asked me to see you, hm?”

He didn’t respond. Instead, he sighed, before finally turning his head to look at you. You smiled at him and he blushed.

“Cute,” you teased, and he dropped his head into his hands.

“Do you know what would happen if we got caught? What they would say about me…” Mason trailed off.

You rolled your eyes. “You say that every time. And we haven’t gotten caught. Besides…” your hand trailed up his thigh and you felt him shudder. It made you smile. “You’re having fun anyway, right?”

Mason sighed again, looking you in the eyes. But if he was going to say something it was quickly forgotten as you leaned in and kissed him.

His lips were soft, and as usual, every inch of him smelled of chlorine. You felt him hesitate before placing his hands on your waist, kissing you back with more eagerness than he would’ve liked to admit. You groped at his crotch, his swim trunks still damp from the pool, and enjoyed his soft moans as you felt the bulge grow.

“That’s what I thought,” you murmured against his lips, and he let out an indignant “mmph” as a response.

When you pulled away, his head tilted forward slightly, as if the absence of your lips made him lose balance. Mason’s eyes widened as you slipped off the bench and settled between his legs.

“H-here?” He said in a strangled tone. “Out in the open?”

You rolled your eyes as you tugged his trunks down, enjoying the sight of his hard cock smacking against his toned stomach. “Relax,” you said as you languidly began to pump his shaft. “School’s over. No one’s gonna walk in. And even if they do…” you smirked as Mason’s face grew red. “They’ll just be jealous, anyway.”

“You’re awful,” he said, turning his head away as your hand moved faster.

“You’re not telling me to stop,” you replied, leaning forward to lick a drop of precum from the head of his dick. He didn’t say anything, but you could see his muscles clench.

Mason rubbed his hand across his face and let out yet another sigh. You moved your head to suck on the side of his shaft and he practically whimpered.

“Please,” he breathed, his eyes squeezed shut.

You looked up at him innocently. “Please what? Please stop? Please keep going? Look at me. How can you be a good teacher if you can’t even use your words properly?”

Mason exhaled shakily before opening his eyes and staring directly at you. The intensity made your heart skip a beat.

“Please suck my cock…”

You grinned. “See, was that so hard? You’re so cute when you speak so lewdly like that.”

Relaxing your throat, you wrapped your lips around his dick, reveling in the way Mason was instantly moaning. You slid your head forward taking in as much of his length as you could, until your nose was practically touching his stomach.

If Mason wasn’t looking at you before, he definitely couldn’t take his eyes off of you now. You looked up at him through your eyelashes and he whined, reaching a hand out to palm the back of your head. “Fuck…” he whispered.

You smiled but didn’t say anything, your mouth clearly preoccupied. Mason started thrusting his hips into your mouth and you expertly held back your gag reflex. This was nothing new to you, after all.

You bobbed your head as you alternated between licking and sucking, never doing the same thing for too long to keep Mason on his toes. And it was working. He was getting increasingly flustered, his hands tangling in your hair as you continued your work.

He bit down on his lip and then the palm of his hand to keep from crying out, but even still, his stuttered breaths reverberated in the empty pool room. You idly wondered what would even happen if the two of you got caught. Probably blackmail, you mused, especially if the one who caught you was Leighton.

“F-fuck,” Mason whined, breaking you out of your distracted thoughts. “I-I’m gonna…”

He trailed off and you hummed happily around his cock as an assent. Mason clearly couldn’t help himself and cried out as your mouth filled up with his hot, salty cum.

You pulled off his cock with a pop and gave him another winning smile. He dropped his head into his hands.

“You’re…you’re the absolute worst,” he groaned.

A glance at the clock made you yelp and stand up. “Sorry, babe. I’m gonna be late for work. We can continue this tomorrow, yeah?” You pressed a quick, wet kiss to his cheek before grabbing your bag and dashing off. “You owe me for this!”

And you left Mason sitting entirely naked on the bench, flushed and panting.

[secretly-a-catamount]

Sebastian: If I ever even look at someone else, please stab me.

MC, cheerfully: I’ll even break your legs so you can’t run away.

Sebastian, nods, turning back to his essay: Thanks.

Random Sixth Year sitting at the Library Table next to them: What the fu—

[lilac-hecox]

In all seriousness, if it is the Smosh Pit Fan Fiction episode and for some reason they do read something of mine here is my plan ✨️

1. I will be at work, so any action on my part won't be taken until 4 pm.

2. If I get anon hate as a consequence on here I will block and or delete them and not post them to give them the attention they want/will be seeking potentially.

3. If I get hate comments on ao3 on the fic they read from, the comments will simply be deleted.

4. I will not read the comments on the video itself.

5. If Ian or Anthony makes fun of me, it's over for me, and I will have to turn in my ianthony girlie card.

(BONUS: I am not going to do this but you can if you're nervous or anxious: lock your ao3 fics so you have to have an account to read them or comment on them and/or set comments to be moderated on your end.)

Ultimately, there is no stress or fear. I feel that, in general, they will be kind. It's more so the other fans that see fic as creepy I worry about but I have not seen one person overstep a line into being unhinged or dangerous or threatening irl and we are all just having fun. 🤷

[c4t1l1n4]

Do people still read Gravity Falls fanfiction in 2024? Let alone niche Werewolf AUs? Because I wrote one.

[adharastarlight]

Tis The Season

One: Advent

The Potter's house on the first of December, after the Black Brothers move in, the found family has me weak so do with that what you will :)

Sirius could hear a commotion from downstairs, it was the chaos that had woken him up. But for once not in a cold sweat, fear crippling his every thought. He woke up to excited chatter downstairs, not muffled sobs or broken cries, pleas for it to stop. He couldn’t place why, after all it was an uneventful day as far as he was concerned. Yet the excited hollering was unmistakable.

He rubbed at his eyes and swung his legs out of bed, checking his calendar once more to ensure he hadn’t somehow missed a birthday. Shrugging he made his way a little down the hall and knocked on his brother’s door, not wanting him to miss any of the excitement.

Regulus opened it after a few ticks of the grand clock at the end of the corridor, “what’re you doing up so early?”

“There’s so much noise downstairs, can’t you hear it?”

“Of course I can.”

“So? Aren’t you curious?” Sirius pressed. He knew Reg hadn’t settled quite as easily as he had, after all James was his friend, but he wanted them to bond. He wanted the two most important people in his life to bond and love each other… or at least to talk for more than a millisecond a day. At this rate, he’d accept a vague conversation about the weather over the brief mutterings and glances he couldn’t figure out the reason for hiding.

“Not especially, no one’s dying, why should I be curious?”

“Reggie! You’re so dull, come on! Come down with me!”

The younger brother sighed but relented, grumbling some form of agreement before shutting his door and re-emerging a few moments later in a jumper that fell to his knees and a pair of fluffy socks. That was one thing Sirius had noticed, Reg had let himself relax with what he wore around the house, likely aided by Euphemia roaming around in her fluffy robe which was apparently inspired by a cat - it had ears, at least. The mixture of the shorts with the jumper fit for an arctic expedition was just so Reggie that Sirius didn’t bother questioning it. Apparently his legs never got cold. It was weird but hey, he was out of his room.

“Finally, you took forever.”

“I took less than two minutes, you’re so dramatic, Sirius.”

He shrugged and bounded the stairs, waiting at the bottom for his brother's more reserved footfall and sighing in a perhaps dramatic manner, “are you being this slow to annoy me?”

Regulus smiled and walked past him, “what was your first clue?”

The older boy groaned and followed him, watching with a slightly smaller smile as Reg’s barriers slowly came back up. The Potters were all sitting in the lounge, chatting, and James had a mug of hot chocolate which had seemingly calmed his excitement slightly. Slightly because he was practically vibrating in his seat.

“Pads! Regulus! Goodmorning!”

“What’s the occasion, Prongs?”

Euphemia smiled at him and shook her head fondly, “it’s the first of December, lovely.”

Sirius raised a confused eyebrow and watched his brother quietly walk to the other side of the room to settle in the chair which was mostly obscured from view, almost unnoticed by the others. “So?”

“So! We get our advent calendars! Come on, Padfoot, you have to know about advent calendars???”

“Uhm-”

“Oh my god, dad this is a tragedy! Mum!”

Fleamont laughed softly and reached into his pocket for the key to the big cabinet which sat in the corner of the room, “do you want to get them, Effie, love, or should I let that bundle of energy do it?”

“And bring the whole house cascading down around him?”

Sirius scanned his best friend again for some kind of clue but other than the broad smile and slightly sad eyes at his confusion, he found nothing of the sort. He chanced a glance at his brother and received merely a small shrug.

“Please? I’ve only knocked over the cabinet like once.”

“Once, he says.” She muttered with a slowly spreading smile before passing him the small brass key.

James beamed at her and flung his arms around her in a quick hug before he bounded up to the cabinet and unlocked the second draw down, apparently knowing the routine by now. The routine for what, Sirius still didn’t know. He pulled out a thin cardboard box that rattled? when he moved it and held it out to him. “Pads, it’s an advent calendar, it won’t explode, I promise. I tried it once and dad spent a week trying to get glitter out of the carpet.”

“Trying and failing,” Fleamont added with a fond exasperation, “if you look closely, there’s still flecks of glitter.”

Sirius smiled and took it, scanning it over, “there’s twenty-four?”

“Yeah! Like the lead up to Christmas! We all have one, mum always gets thorntons, dad is a galaxy man. I got you cadbury like me, since you always steal my chocolate anyway.”

He laughed softly and watched his best friend hand his parents their strange boxes, “so… it’s a countdown of chocolate?”

“Yes, dear.” Effie smiled at his still slightly befuddled expression and popped open her window marked with a small gold One, popping the chocolate into her mouth and nodding at him.

He grinned and scanned his eyes over the cardboard, searching for that One and grinning when he found it, a small italic 1 inside a candy cane. He watched his best friend and Fleamont find their respective boxes before uncovering the chocolate himself. Sirius didn’t think chocolate had ever been better than this, than the family who had invited him in without a thought. “Someone needs to tell Moony about this. He’d go mental.”

James snorted, “he probably already knows but why don’t you call him anyway?”

He blushed slightly at the sing-song tone and swatted him away as he walked into the kitchen where the phone was. Not that he was excited to talk to Remus, of course not, he was just… happy and Prongs was being ridiculous. It’s not like he liked Remus… maybe.

Regulus observed from his corner, as Euphemia and Fleamont started chattering about getting a move on breakfast, as his brother dialled the phone with a slightly flustered giggle. He was used to observing these moments, Mr and Mrs Potter didn’t seem to question that he was far more reserved than his brother, and usually let him decide how involved he’d be and once Sirius was assured he was safe, he let himself be dragged into the family. He didn’t mind being the observer, he was content with watching the dancing smiles and swatting hands which always landed softly, met with laughter and good hearted bickering.

Observing the family his brother had somehow found was probably his favourite thing to observe. Except Potter, James Potter who was currently walking towards him with his hands behind his back and a slightly unsure smile.

“Regulus?”

He looked up at him, as if he hadn’t been staring and raised his eyebrows in question, “yes?”

“I got you lindt, because, well, you have it quite a bit. And the picture was pretty too and-”

Reg cut him off with a slightly unsure quaver to his voice, one which was far softer than the brunette had heard him speak before, “you… you got me one?”

“Of course, Regulus, you’re part of the family, too, you know?”

“I- thank you.” He took the calendar from him, ignoring that his hands were shaking slightly.

“Don’t be silly, Reggie, it’s just some chocolate.”

What he didn’t know, Regulus supposed, was that it was far far more than chocolate. He didn’t say that though, he wouldn’t dare. Instead he merely smiled and inclined his head in a small nod, “well, thank you anyway.”

James shrugged and stepped back as if to move away and join the thrum of life that was merely a few feet away from them. And then he paused again, “do you want to help me with the lights? Dad said I can do them this year, the ones outside the front.”

“Oh, uhm, sure.”

“Great! We should get you a Christmas jumper for when we put up the tree tonight.”

Reg rolled his eyes with a smile, popping out his chocolate and placing it onto his tongue as he contemplated that, “I don’t do Christmas, Potter.”

“You’ll get there. You’d make a cute elf.”

He gaped at him as the brunette dodged his incredulous kick and gently placed down the calendar before bolting after the figuring retreating down the hallway, “take it back!”

“Nope! Cute elf!”

“Potter!”

James grinned at him and maybe it was the lights he had just bundled into his arms or maybe it was that damned smile but the holiday season was slowly seeming to be a little brighter. Even if he had to blame the cold for the pink tint to his cheeks and swat at the fool’s chest every time he said the same two blasted words, “cute elf.”

[kindred-spirit-93]

*writing some haikus*

damn im kinda good at this

blueberry cheesecake