#theme: slow burn

[merlinfic]

You Have To Chase It 

Author: arthurandhisswordbros

Rating: M

Setting: Modern AU, Post 5x13

Word Count: 41,938

Summary: 

“Oh, I don’t know who he really is—no one does,” she says. “Although, some people think he’s probably a grad student doing some avant-garde project for a thesis or something. Others think the whole account is just an elaborate advertisement for Budweiser.”

Arthur doesn’t understand most of what she just said but nods anyway.

Squinting her eyes, she gauges his confusion regardlessly. “It’s someone pretending to be the famous sorcerer. See here, this is his most recent tweet.” At Arthur’s odd look, she clarifies, “It’s like a message that everyone can see.”

@asorcerersays: Guys why did he have to be so hot and like,,,funny? Like it’s been forever and I still miss him. He was pretty dumb though.

Arthur knows his face must look disgusted. “For everyone to see?”

Or, Immortal!Merlin goes on Twitter to complain about his dead king. Unrelatedly, Arthur joins Twitter.

Comments: Oh boy was this fic ever *chef’s kiss* I absolutely loved Merlin and Arthur’s twitter interactions (even though the didn’t realize they were actually talking to each other *cries*). And I honestly loved the original characters and Arthur’s found family he makes. The build up to when Merlin and Arthur finally meet in person!!!! Incredible. Read this fic if you haven’t! You won’t regret it!

[aventurineswife]

Braid his hair, braid his hair, braid hIS HAIR

READER BRAIDING BOOTHILL'S HAIR

Hold Tight to the Reins

Summary: In a rare moment of calm aboard Boothill's ship, you take the opportunity to braid his unruly hair. As you work, Boothill lets down his guard, revealing a softer side beneath his rugged exterior. The tender moment between you and the vengeful cyborg cowboy grows more intimate as he allows himself to trust and even enjoy your touch.

Tags: Boothill x Reader, Fluff, Intimacy, Slow Burn, Hair Braiding, Comfort, Soft Moments, Suggestive Ending

Warnings: Suggestive Themes, Implied Intimacy, Emotional Vulnerability.

A/N: YES ANON! 🫡

It was an uncharacteristically quiet evening on Boothill's ship, one of the few moments where the embers of vengeance weren't pushing him toward the next fight, the next bounty. In the dim light of the cabin, you found yourself sitting on a low crate, facing Boothill as he sat cross-legged on the floor, idly reloading one of his revolvers. His gaze, usually so steely and focused, had softened somewhat as he kept his head slightly tilted toward you, though he seemed determined not to look you in the eye.

You reached out, fingers brushing the white strands of his hair. The jet-black streaks that ran through it made it look like ink bleeding into paper, wild and untamed, and you couldn't help but wonder how many battles it had witnessed with him. You twirled a lock around your finger thoughtfully.

"Mind if I braid this?" you asked, barely above a whisper, almost like you were afraid to shatter the silence between you.

Boothill grunted, a low, noncommittal sound. "You plannin' to weave a lasso out of it or somethin'?" His sharp teeth glinted as he flashed a wry smile. "Not sure how you'd rope anyone with that little scrap."

You smirked and shook your head. "Just wanna make it look a bit more... manageable. You know, like a ranger on a mission."

He shrugged, finally giving you a curt nod. "Knock yourself out, darlin'. Not like I got anything better to do while we wait."

You knelt down behind him, hands ghosting over his shoulders as you gathered his hair in sections. His long, unruly hair was surprisingly soft, despite the grit and smoke that clung to it from countless battles. As you carefully started weaving the locks together, Boothill's shoulders seemed to relax a little under your touch.

“Feels… different.” he murmured after a while, his voice losing a hint of its rough edge.

“Different how?” you asked, fingers working gently through the braids, pressing close to his scalp as you added new sections, creating an intricate pattern.

"Don’t know," he muttered, but his voice had gone softer still, the gruff cowboy mask slipping just a bit. "Ain't exactly used to someone touchin' me like that. You know—easy-like."

You couldn’t help but smile, fingers lingering on the braid a moment longer before sliding down to rest against his collarbone, close enough that he could feel your warmth. “Well, I wouldn’t exactly call you ��easy’ to deal with.”

He chuckled, a raspy sound that vibrated through his chest. “You must be crazy, tryin’ to tame a ghost like me.”

“Guess I like a challenge.” you teased, letting your hands slip lower, grazing the edge of his mechanical torso beneath his jacket, feeling the smooth metal alongside the warmth of his skin.

Boothill’s breath hitched, and he turned his head slightly, just enough to meet your eyes with his own black and white-aimed gaze. For once, he looked almost vulnerable, as if he’d let you see past that reckless gunslinger façade.

“Careful,” he said, voice dipping low, “or I might start gettin' used to this."

“Maybe that’s exactly what I want.” you whispered back, leaning in just close enough that he could feel the warmth of your breath, your fingers still idly running through his freshly braided hair.

For a moment, he didn’t move, and you thought maybe you’d gone too far. But then, with a slight smirk and a glint of something raw and intense in his eyes, he reached up, his hand resting over yours. "Well then, darlin'... better keep a tight hold on those reins."

[stil-lindigo]

seeing clearer

(sequel to another comic of mine, the calamity.)

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[urdepressedslut]

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♡ Pairing: The Winter Soldier Fem!Reader/Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

♡ Series Summary: Just hours after the events in DC, you find The Winter Soldier unconscious, leaning against a gravestone in a cemetery near your home. Being sheltered you don't recognize who he is, and you care for him.

♡ Series Warnings: dark themes, heavy angst, fluff, vomiting, imprisonment, physical/emotional abuse, injuries, death, PTSD, hallucinations, self hate, murder, scars, violence, language, rituals, suicide, drowning, suicidal ideation, SLOW BURN 🔥

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | SERIES 18+

(SERIES ONGOING)

⇨ Chapter One

↳ Just hours after the events in DC, you find The Winter Soldier unconscious, leaning against a gravestone in a cemetery near your home. Being sheltered you don't recognize who he is, and you care for him.

⇨ Chapter Two

↳ Bucky takes shelter in your house, waiting for the storm to pass. He notices something a little off about you.

⇨ Chapter Three

↳ A glimpse into your past is shown. You and Bucky seem to be getting a little closer, maybe even starting to trust each other.

⇨ Chapter Four

↳ It’s the next day and both you and Bucky don’t want things to change. He doesn’t want to leave, and you don’t want him to.

⇨ Chapter Five

↳ Time has passed, things are going well. You and Bucky get along, respecting each other’s space. Not always creating conversation, but appreciating the company.

⇨ Chapter Six

↳ You run into someone from the past, no way this can be real? Bucky finds you in distress, and is there to comfort you.

⇨ Chapter Seven

↳ You finally open up to Bucky about some of your past, your bond starts to grow stronger.

⇨ Chapter Eight

↳ An unexpected visitor comes knocking at the door, both you and Bucky freak out. Tension between the two continues to rise.

⇨ Chapter Nine

↳ You can’t ignore the tension anymore, will you both give in to the hunger you both have for each other? Bucky knows what he wants, while you are unsure. You’re scared.

⇨ Chapter Ten

↳ You have another scare, clinging to Bucky for comfort. Later, you get another surprise visit.

⇨ Chapter Eleven

↳ You run into a familiar face, who tries to convince you that you are truly a monster. The pieces are starting to come together, and the reveal is terrifying.

⇨ Chapter Twelve

↳ Your true self is slowly being revealed, what is this place you've been sent to? What happens when you return home, will Bucky still be there— or will he run?

⇨ Chapter Thirteen

↳ coming soon.

[steddieunderdogfics]

for this weekend's 'slow burn' challenge:

All the wounds that are ever gonna scar me, by lesbian_from_next_door on ao3

All the wounds that are ever gonna scar me by lesbian_from_next_door

Rating: Explicit

24,768 words, 9/9 chapters

Archive Warning: No Warnings

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Everybody Lives, Fix-It, Injury Recovery, Sharing a Bed, Eddie Munson Lives, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Gay Eddie Munson, Slow Burn, Explicit rating for later chapters, Bathing/Washing, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Bottom Eddie Munson, Top Steve Harrington, Hair-pulling

Summary:

At first glance, Eddie certainly looked dead. There was a lot of blood, the bats had gotten a longer go at him than they had Steve. He was lying so perfectly still, barely breathing, that he could have easily been mistaken for having already passed away. But Steve saw his chest move, just barely, enough that he was sure Eddie wasn’t completely gone yet, they still had hope. “I’m not leaving him,” Dustin’s voice was shaky, scattered with hiccups. “You can’t make me leave him here.” - aka: What if Eddie wasn't quite dead, and goes to hide and heal at Steve's house while his parents are gone. Steve has a sexuality crisis.

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[destinywillowleaf]

one of a kind living in a world gone plastic

baby you're so classic

@most-tragic-character-tournament

(all my thoughts in the tags)

[thisisxli]

Crimson Kalon

.・✫・゜・。.

.・。.・゜✭・

Vocab:

Kalon - (n.) Beauty that is more skin-deep.

Rs: Ejiro Kirishima x Vamp!fem reader

Warnings:

slight stalking, biting,

blood, suggestive themes,

obsessive reader,

reader is kinda pervy,

slight ghosting, reader is

kind of a yandere

Summary: the reader who's a vampire in the quirk world, strangely has an obsession with a red spiky-haired man. Maybe it was in her blood to desire him for claiming the colour red or the way his antics had her heart blooming. What do you do when you take a few sips of his blood? Will it ruin your image and friendship?

Wc: 3.4k

ʚ ɞ

One-shot/drabble.

ʚ ɞ

You didn't know when it started. You didn't know how you ended up following him when school ended. Even when dorms were created, you found yourself drawn to his room. The time everyone was competing what room was best, you savored your sweet time wandering the small space. His room was rather eccentric.

Hagakure had caught you sniffing one of his belongings but that became a sworn secret between you two.

You remember seeing him for the very first time. Red was all you saw and maybe that's just what made you tingle inside, to form some kind of spark. No mortal made you feel this way, not unless you were drinking their blood of course. You swear you're not a bad guy but then again, it doesn't hurt to drink from somebody time to time. That's also what has you drawn, because he was so so nice.

"Heyy- (Y/N), right?"

Usually, nobody goes up to you first which was odd to you when he first spoke. It was like your name rolled off his tongue like a song was being sung and you loved every single part of it. Maybe it was your vampirism that was causing all this.

or maybe just the way his skin glistens when he's sweaty, rock hard abs flexing when he stretches.

You fawned over the boy every chance you got to your friends and honestly, they were kind of sick of it but you didn't care. Sometimes you've wondered

what did his blood taste like? Dark and metallic? Or thick as his ego? Oddly, your thoughts were drifting into... other thoughts. But that can hold another time when you both have the time and equally ready. At least you hoped.

When Aizawa is just lecturing his ass away in class, you can't help but stare at Kirishima across from class, biting your lip. Gosh, was he fine. You would stare at his neck the whole class time all while sinking a fang into your own lip, drawing blood. You were aware that some of your other classmates could see your little expressions but honestly, did you care what they think? That'll just show them how you want Kirishima, and maybe for him to be yours alone. The thought about sinking your fangs into his neck had you rolling your eyes back. To feel the sweet hot relief of his blood on your tongue.

Your stomach nearly jumps every time his vibrant eyes stare into yours, making you fiddle with your hands, wiggling your toes, or just biting your lip.

When you're training, he's just SOO...

You didn't even have the words.

Your fangs were unbreakable as were his body. It was almost like you were made for each other, you think.

One time when you felt bold, you scooped some blood from his finger when he got a paper cut, putting it in your mouth all while purposely trying to seem innocent.

"Sorry, Kiri! Couldn't help myself."

He blushed in return when he averted his gaze, rubbing the back of his head. "Yeah, it's- it's fine.."

His voice had you in shambles.

Right now, you were both training with each other. You were helping with his durability and endurance. And it just so happened that no one was around. Good for you.

You grunt when you swing a pillar at him, his arms making an 'X' to block from the attack. He was incredibly strong. That was also what you had admired about him and adore. You swing the pillar at him again, accidentally hitting the side of his neck. You gasp and quickly drop the pillar to the side, rushing to his side when he groans in pain and clutch in between his neck and shoulder.

"Kirishima! I'm- shit..! I'm so sorry-"

You hover over him, flailing your arms around. You did NOT mean to do that. Fucking shit, you were an idiot.

You watch him retreat from his hardened form before cracking his neck side to side. "Eh.. I'm fine I guess.. I didn't expect you to go that hard. And it wasn't really expected. I should've seen it coming, am I right?"

You swallow thickly when you see a cut on his cheek and on his neck. You honestly didn't mean to actually hurt him but damn.. Maybe it was worthwhile? "Can.. Can I see your wound?"

Kirishima looked up at you confused for a second before gently padding his neck. "O-oh! Yeah, sure, go right on ahead."

He chuckles awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. You kneel down close in front of him. Your gaze fixates on his lips before his neck. "Kirishima.." He looks up at you again, a small lop-sided smile on his face. You gently wrap your hands around his head an shoulder, leaning your head down to his neck before you started drinking his blood. Kirishima, who was caught by surprise didn't know how to react. Should he pull you away? Probably. Yes. But it kind of felt nice. He doesn't know why it does but it just does.

He nearly couldn't suppress a whimper when he felt your tongue swirling around the small cut. Gently, he pushed you away from him. You let him do so, staring at him. Reality hit you like a brick. You feel embarrassment and shame grow inside every single one of your insides. Yet, Kirishima was in his own world, staring back at you. Your lips were covered in his blood. Butterflies danced around his lungs.

But before he could even stop you, you run away, wiping the remaining blood on your lips. Watching you run away kind of had him feeling bad. His hand reached out for you but he didn't get up to go chase after you. He'll talk to you tomorrow. Definitely. When everything in his head is sort out.

You lay in bed encased in your thoughts, reminiscing of the past events that just occurred. Gosh, that was fucking embarrassing. Who randomly latches themselves onto a classmate to drink their blood? Where was your filter? Self-control went out of the room.

Embarrassment ate away at your gut and you honestly wanted to bang your head against a metal wall.

The other side of you though, liked it. It was all your vampirism to blame. His blood was thick and savory on your tongue, skin so smooth and hard under your teeth, and the way his blood's metallic scent came seeping into your nose. The taste of his sweat. All of that got you excited. You rub your thighs together, one of your hands trailing up from your pelvis to your neck. You bite your bottom lip. Kirishima had this much of a effect on you which was beyond crazy. The thought of him excited you and you were here for it.

But honestly, your dignity was nearly gone after the embarrassment that occurred today so you had no idea how you were gonna face him the next few days.

The next two school days, you were avoiding him and you made sure you did it at all costs. He was confused and he felt like he personally hit home for you, he wanted to apologize but every time he approached you, you would immediately walk away. He was kind of butt-hurt, his ego busted when he had Tsu ask you what was going on and you said you just didn't want to talk to him.

He obviously wasn't going to give up that easily but jeez. He sighed, crossing his arms and rests his chin on top.

"Everything good?"

He shifts his head to the left, spotting his pink-haired friend. He sighed again, slightly pouting. "Yeah.. But (Y/N) won't talk to me after we trained alone together..

I feel like it's kind of my fault- but I mean, I know it isn't. But I kind of just feel bad, y'know?"

Mina nods in understanding, her hazel irises lingering on Kirishima for a moment. She sighs along with him, pondering for a moment. She wasn't best friends with you but you were both definitely close. She pinches her chins in between her fingers, looking up in the ceiling before looking back at Kirishima again, smirking. "Kirishima! I thought you were smart!"

He flinches in surprise, confusion written on all over his face. "Wha?- what are you talking about?"

"Context clues, idiot! It's so obvious!" She clenches both of her hands into a fist, waiting for Kirishima to get the hint. When two minutes pass, he still didn't get it. He was thinking long and hard. What could it have been?

Mina groans before leaning in and whispering in his ear, "she likes you, dumbass!" Kirishima's cheeks blaze up, matching his hair. "No way! You- you're joking!" Mina shakes her head at him, taking in his reaction.

"I'm not manly enough for her!" He looks away dramatically with closed eyes, one hand in a fist to his heart and the other stretched away towards Mina. "Oh get over it, Dorito Hair."

You, from the distance, hanging out with Tsu, Uraraka, and Hagakure, watched their whole interaction. You were across the room so you didn't really get to hear them, but seeing her so close to Kirishima had you fuming. "(Y/N).. hey.. Are you okay?" Uraraka looks at you with concern, nervously fiddling with her fingers when a sweat bead dribbles down her temple. "Yeah, you have this deadly scary look on your face, it's not cute!" You hear Hagakure chime in.

You hear the girls bicker about Hagakure's blunt comment but you could honestly care less. You grit your teeth when you see them lean in again, faces closer than ever. You scowl, moving your way past the girls. "(Y/N)! Hey wait!- are you oka-"

"I'm going to the bathroom!" You cut off Uraraka. You didn't mean to boast at her but honestly, seeing Kirishima and Mina's interaction had you beyond ticked off.

"So basically... When me and her were training, I got caught off guard for a little bit when I relaxed. My body wasn't completely hardened so when she striked at me, she gave me a crazy bruise and a few cuts. When she went ahead to check for the minor injuries.... She kinda just.. latched onto me and started drinking my blood."

"WHAAT??!"

Kirishima winces, piping his hand down, suggesting her to lower her volume. "Quiet down, will ya? I don't want anyone else to know this.. I know she's probably embarrassed by this, man.."

Mina shuts her mouth completely but is absolutely bewildered. She knew you had a fat crush on Kirishima but for you to be this crazy about him?!

"She must likes you tons!" Mina triumphantly stuck her thumb up, imaginative steam flaring out of her nostrils. Kirishima's cheeks heat up, scratching the back of his head. "I guess so.. I think I like her too. It was subtle before but that was just because we're doing hero stuff, y'know? But now I'm coming face-to-face with it. I don't know what to do, Mina- help me-" Kirishima whines, bowing his head down at her, clasping his hands in a prayer.

You came back in the room, ears hot as ever. What enraged you even more was when he was still close to her, but close at her boobs! That should be you! You felt embarrassment creeping up inside of you as your heart shrivels. Honestly, you didn't blame either of the two if they liked each other or if they were together. They went to the same middle school together and all. But you can't help but feel jealous; do you even have the right? You watch them talk more and more before seeing them glance back at you which they immediately look away, quickly to resort to whispering in each other's ears. Are you talking about you? Talking shit maybe? Shit, maybe he was talking shit about you, talking about the nasty encounter you guys had at training.

"Hey."

You turn, unknowingly teary-eyed, meeting Bakugou's red eyes. His brows weren't crinkled together and he held an unusual calm expression. "You like shitty-hair, don't you?" Your sullen expression quickly turning into a surprised one, your cheeks turning pink. "Wh-what?"

"I see the way you look at Shitty-hair. It's obvious you like him." When the fuck did Bakugou notice anything about you? When did he start to give a fuck?

"Don't get them wrong," he nods off past you, towards Mina and Kirishima who were still whispering to each other. "Kirishima likes you too. He probably doesn't know it yet, but he does. Whatever one of you idiots did that made you guys stop talking needs to step up. It's annoying having to watch this." Bakugou looks away when he shoves his hands in his pockets, a small scowl on his face. You were surprised. Was he giving you advice or a heads-up? Either way, this was.. a shocker, especially coming from him. A vein irked in his temple, gritting his teeth together. Andd.. There was his wrinkle. "At least say something you damn idiot!"

A week had gone by and before you knew it, it was New Years Eve.

There was a festival that was held out in the middle of Mutsufasu, about everyone in your class attended, including others from the other classes. The night had set in, leaving the stars to shine down above the light of the festival. Lanterns were being lit, booths and concessions were being held, and a lot of people were wearing yukatas and kimonos.

You were wearing a kimono with the color base being black, your haneri, obiage, and obijime being a scarlet red. Your obi was black with light ash brown coloured lines etched across with red detailed flowers adorning at the bottom of your kimono and sleeves. Your hair was up and done nicely with fake red and black flowers above your ear, some small pieces displayed on the other parts of your hair. You walked the streets with Uraraka, Midoriya, Lida, and Tsu, buying food and all sorts of things off the booths. You held a lantern in your left hand, light illuminating faces that passed by you.

Something red in the corner of your eye had you turn your head, meeting a pair of familiar crimson eyes. Your cheeks turned red deeply before quickly turning back to your friends.

Kirishima gazed at you softly, a small lop-sided smile on his face. He wore a deep red haori with a black himo, his hakama also being a pair of black. Honestly if you noticed his traditional clothes when you saw him, you would've thought you two were matching. He feels the back of his head being smacked, looking back at the perpetrator. "Stop ogling and keep moving, shitty hair."

Bakugou scoffs, crossing his arms across his yukata. "Sorry, man," Kirishima awkwardly laughs heartedly, rubbing his nape. They both continue walking before having more of their other friends join in with them; Mina, Denki, and Sero.

In the corner of your eye again, you see the pink and red figure oddly close. Your heart tugs at itself. It almost felt like hands were grabbing at it and stretching its' meaty flesh. You looked at them for a second, seeing him win a stuffed animal, giving it to her. He awkwardly rubs his neck before she jumps on him, hugging him tightly around the neck. It seems that you were wrong for thinking he even felt something for you. The subtle glances and the smiles directed towards you seemed to just be friendly. What part of you could've thought that anyway?

"I'm.. gonna go look around, okay? I'll meet with you guys later," you let your friends know, some of them shooting you a worried look before letting you go off in the crowd. Tears threaten to leave your eyes as you make your way past the crowd, fists clenching in hurt and anger. You shut your eyes, letting tears fall. Hopefully, no one saw. You didn't want to receive any weird or awkward looks from bystanders. You feel someone grab your wrist which you instinctively snatch back, looking back at who grabbed you. It was Bakugou, who had a sour expression on his face. You looked away in shame, rubbing your arms. "What did I tell you, dumbass? You should tell him. Stop bein' so insecure and stand up."

You frown warily, nodding, still avoiding his gaze. When he leaves your vision, you look back up. You notice that people were going into a more open space of the city, signaturing that the fireworks were gonna start. You huff before making your way to find your friends.

You see a kimono's sleeve waving up in the air before realizing it was Hagakure. You walk up to your friends, smiling and laughing on the way to an open field to see the fireworks. It started in fifteen minutes.

You were laughing with your friends, throwing your head back before feeling a warm hand on your shoulder. You wipe the joyful tears in your eyes as you turn your head, surprised when you see the same particular crimson eyes. "Kirishi-"

"Can I talk to you? Alone?"

You pause, remorse flickering across your features before turning to your friends which they nod in return. You sigh, standing up to your feet, following him as he leads you. You guys enter a building, which honestly had you nervous because were you even allowed to be in there?

You both stood in the elevator in silence before you guys exit, reaching a stair case. You guys step up before exiting through a door, a chilly breeze hitting your face. You guys were on top of a building.

"I wanted to talk to you.. about..." His breath hitches. You notice.

"About what happened back at training-"

"I'm sorry that I did that! I didn't- it was on impulse, I didn't mean to-"

He grabs your shoulders, forcing you to face him. "(Y/N)," he breathed, looking at you so tenderly. "I don't care.. that you did it. I just.. want things to be normal again." He inches his body closer to yours, his thumbs caressing your shoulders reassuringly. "I want to be close to you again."

His words were like hot fire melting the ice in your heart. Your lips quiver, eyes watering. How could something so small cause something so big and heartfelt for you? Was Kirishima important to you? What did he mean by 'close?' When you don't respond, still staring up into his eyes with teary ones, he continues, "I miss you. I..."

He pauses, his cheeks and ears turning red as time passes. "I want to be with you. You can drink my blood for as much as you want, I just- I don't know.."

"But-" your voice is shaky, you don't even care anymore because tears are pouring from your eyes. "What about Mina? Aren't you with her?" He looks at you confused for a moment before realization dawns on him, a sad expression fading into his face. "No. I'm not with her. She's one of my closest friends, she was just there when I needed somebody to go to... about you."

Blood rushes to your cheeks, Kirishima's hand going up to cup your cheeks, wiping your tear with his calloused thumb. "It's always been you."

"It's.. always been you too, Ki-"

"Eijiro."

You stare at him for a few seconds before nodding, "Eijiro." His name rolls off your tongue so foreignly but it felt so nice. His other hand gently makes his way around your waist, the hand on your cheek moving towards the back of your head. Your breath becomes heavy when you notice how close he was to you. "Eijiro..."

"Can I kiss you?" Kirishima blushes deeply, looking in your eyes with half-lidded ones.

You nod, feeling the radiation from his body. You feel his lips press against yours so gently, it makes you wraps your arms around his neck tightly. Fireworks went off when you both move your lips against each other's, your heart pounding against your chest as loud as the fireworks. This was so intimate for you, to share a kiss with someone you hold dear under the star sky, showered with fireworks.

You both seperate, letting out silent breaths you were holding in. He stared into your eyes so fondly, leaning in again, but not to kiss you. He just holds you there, face against his, lips just barely touching.

You swear you heard a 'I love you' push past his lips.

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A/N: I'm kinda glad how this turned out. Kirishima is one of my favs and deserves all the attention he gets. He can be dense a little bit sometimes but he gives off golden retriever boyfriend energy.

Bakugou was playing a little love matchmaker even though he dislikes love stuff. But he cares about his friends a lot

Writing this was fun and nice, it was kinda cute. I'm glad that its done tho, hope you enjoyed it. <3

[serial-killers-hope]

A Hopeful Loss.

A pt.2 of Ronin x God Reader

You are terrified of his aura.

Ronin is basking in your fear of the devil incarnate.

CW / TW :

- Anger Manipulation / Emotional Manipulation

Sit back and relax.

Now enjoy the show…

A Waste of A God.

You stared at the so-called “Butcher” that stood at the end of the Pier. Your hands folded so neatly against your lap as the aurora of your holiness laid above your head with a glow in the rain.

“Excuse me? I have no fear for someone who seems so… brash in his speech.”

Ronin chuckled as he stood up straight, his weapon now resting on his shoulder as The Butcher approached with a small smirk. His eyes seemingly focused on your wings as if he was conduction a vivisection in his mind. It was oddly satisfying to watch as he circled your god-like presence.

“Well, you are quite the god… Ain’t you?”

His voice is laced with a cocky tone but obvious to you that it held some disdain. It oddly made you want more thank you realized. You brushed it off, letting him continue to talk.

“You and your damn holiness. I bet you’re basking in this, this goddamn attention. I bet you crave praise…” He stops in front of you with a dark gaze. “I bet you think you’re better than all of us so-called mortals.”

You hesitate for a second, your lips pursed in contemplation as you shook your head to signal that it wasn’t what you wanted nor was it your intention to gain his attention.

It made The Butcher laugh once more.

Your chest felt warm at the laugh, though you chalked it up to your mortal body simply reacting to his statement. It was honestly embarrassing.

“I wonder what you look like under that veil…”

Your eyes widen slightly as you take a small step back, your wings ruffling slightly.

“You sure you’re a god? You look more like an angel than anything. And I hate angels like you…”

You frown a bit and nod. Bowing your head.

“I am indeed a god. I have this form for-“

“Yeah yeah. Somethin’ something about being a divine being. I fucking get it.”

You can see him roll his eyes as he slowly inched his face closer to yours. Laughing slightly as he leaned into your ear with a whisper.

“I’d like to see what makes you tick…”

Your cheeks dust pink as you pull away, your brows furrowed as he watched you move away. The Butcher seemed obviously amused by your reaction with a agonizing grin.

That goddamn grin.

“Awe, how cute. A god who gets nervous over a little statement like that? Hilarious don’t you think?”

Your eyes trailed down to the weapon in his hand, his grip obviously tight on it. It worried you, your eyes slowly traced up to his own as he chuckled. You knew ‘The Butcher’ really wasn’t his real name. Like, who names their child like that?

“And now, here we are. Please spare me the embarrassment and say your name. I cannot fathom how you mortals make these horrendously stupid names and give them to yourselves or others. It’s ignorant at best.”

The Butcher oddly hums in agreement. His hand lowered the bar onto the ground, he slowly leaned onto it like a cane to support himself.

“Ronin. Just Ronin… you don’t need nothin’ else.”

[fertilize-my-eggs]

The night stalker ch.1

Ch.2 ch.3 ch.4 ch.5 A03

A/N: the first chapter is base on my dream a few days ago so I believe it's was sleep paralysis demon that I was having but this give me the idea for this chapter :3

Blinking the tiredness away as I curl into a ball, the soft warmth touches on my delicate skin. I turn over for the fresh air of the ac as I sigh quietly.

I blink away to see a dark figure near my bed as I stare at it a bit. It's holding what I assume is a small gray camera but it's suddenly disappeared before I get to look at it a little longer. I think my mind was playing tricks as I turned over and didn't think much about it.

I curl over as I pull the blanket over my face, it's a bit unnerving to see something like that out of a horror movie in real life. I should stop watching those true crimes on YouTube as I doze off into sleep.

It was a bright beautiful morning as I stretched out my arms, I yawned out loud as I rub my eyes a bit.

Living in Japan by myself feels refreshed but I miss my home life in my country as I get up to start my early breakfast.

I put my thumb on my lips as I think, I need to study for my college about speaking Japanese and its culture. I smile softly as I play with my hair, I put it into a messy bun.

As I head into the living room to turn on the television for news, I feel a bit isolated about being alone in this apartment but I always thought Japan was such a beautiful place and also it was time for me to start a new chapter for my journey as a foreigner woman.

I begin to prep the potato as I peel it, I look over to see the weather lady talking about a nice sunny day as I smile. It's gonna be nice weather as I wash the peeled potatoes.

It's cut to a news man explaining about an unwanted criminal as I cut it into small pieces.

An unwanted criminal? As I pause the cutting as I begin to look at the TV.

“ an unknown male in his early 20s has been breaking and entering houses, murdering anyone who lives in it. ” I gasp as I hear him speak about the location as I bite my lips, it's close by where I live. It's hard to make out what he is saying since I'm still learning Japanese but he said.

“ The man goes by the night stalker, make sure to lock everything, your windows and doors at night time. ” I tilt my head as I think, it can't be what I saw last night about a dark figure hovering over my bed… no I think it was playing tricks on me.

“ We talked to one of his victims as they explained what he looked like. ”

“ There is a rough sketch of what we assume the criminal looks like. ” it's show a man that has shaggy short hair, sharp eyes, mole and large scar near his lips.

“ If you see this man, call the police immediately!! He is dangerous. ” I slowly realized I was holding my breath as I put my hand on my chest feeling like I couldn't breathe.

I blink fast as I turn it off, the night stalker… he sounds like something that will bring hell his way if you look at him wrong.

I walk away to start the food, I begin to think about it. Hopefully I don't run into him, I shouldn't be worried about this, I'm supposed to enjoy my day.

The meal looks a bit okay but I'll still eat it anyway, I put it down on the plate as I sat down to eat quietly.

I hum about the taste as I put my fingers on my face as I think. Don't think about it, maybe it won't ruin your day.

Suddenly I get a loud bing as I pull my phone out as I read the message.

(#1 bff asshole): hey you awake smiley?

I narrowed my eyes at his message. Katsuki bakugou was my first friend that I made when I came to Japan. We started out as online friends just joking around and now I live in Japan, he wants me to join him in college with his friends as I smile.

The nickname was a bit cheesy as I giggle at it, I remember when we first did a video call he was intimidating when I first saw him but he was a bit polite and he noticed off the bat that I smile too much or whenever I make dumb jokes often so bakugou was blunt in conversation and so smiley was his nickname to me.

(Me): yeah!! I'll be here in bit, gotta eat my breakfast :>

(#1 bff asshole): well hurry up I don't have all day smiley.

Grumpy asshole as I groan at the message.

(Me): hey you… hear about the news today? About an unwanted criminal called night stalker…apparently he's around my location..

There was a long pause as I finished my meal, I got up to clean the dishes a bit.

I walk back towards the phone as the screen lights up.

(#1 bff asshole): … yeah. Are you okay? Do you want me to protect you and be your hero? Don't fall for me tho ;)

I roll my eyes at this as I puff out air.

(Me): eww gross… but in all seriousness, yeah just a bit, I wouldn't mind the others coming to my apartment for a few days.

I close my phone as I begin to head into my room to get dressed, a simple casual outfit would be nice.

I grab my clothes to wear as I bolt to the restroom to take a quick shower.

The water feels nice on my skin as I sigh in relief. I jumped out, quickly dried my hair and did a bit of makeup.

A cute white skirt with a large pink sweater to keep me warm, white leggings and a small bag that looks like a cat.

I quickly get my keys and wallet as I head out to meet bakugou.

Today is gonna be my day and I'll enjoy it with my new friends!!

I stand outside as I begin to lock the door and start to walk away to the fresh air of japan.

[numbr2-pencil]

Winter

written by Number2_Pencil

It has been five years since the hunchback was forced upon him, five years of distraction from his great work. Frollo, determined to seize power as the highest judge in the city, is held back further when he is tasked with the education of a new arrival in the royal court. But Frollo has no desire for a page, a pupil, an assistant or otherwise - least of all if that person is a shameless girl with a smart mouth. She quickly proves to be a distraction for the judge. He must determine what to do about this newest problem.

Rated Explicit for mature themes, violence, explicit sexual content, physical, emotional and sexual abuse. CW: language and canon-appropriate racial slur; physical, emotional and sexual abuse; non-consensual sex acts.

[merlinfic]

Again & again & again

Author: Purpletyrex

Rating: M

Setting: Canon AU, Post 5x13

Word Count: 166,296 (WIP)

WARNINGS: Violence, Major Character Death

Summary: 

The world is falling apart, plastic is flooding the seas and there is almost no magic left. Merlin has been hanging on by a thread when he meets a weird stranger who tells him that he will be given one more chance to fix what went wrong the first time around.

It turns out saving the world, or Arthur, is a lot harder than it seems.

Reader’s Comments: Its a slow burn, fix it story in which Merlin goes back in time. I would love for more people to read it!

Thanks to @purpletyrex for sending in their fic!

[sunnnfish]

Maybe I’m okay with it if Hirano never traditionally “loves” Kagi. Or anyone. Maybe it never will turn into the same kind of love Kagi feels. Kagi is nevertheless such a source of inspiration and strength and comfort to Hirano. Even if he never feels a desire to touch or get married or whatever. Maybe he does it because Kagi asks and he loves making Kagi happy most of all. He wouldn’t seek it if not asked. But Kagi is always asking. And he knows it makes Kagi happy. Does anyone see the vision. Do you understand. Maybe kagi will be okay with it if Hirano never “loves” him the same way Kagi loves him. Because he knows how Hirano works and he knows how Hirano cares. And he knows he is unique to Hirano. He knows Hirano wouldn’t do these things with anyone else. And that’s still love in its own way.

[novelcain]

When Worlds Collide

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FANDOM: Jujutsu Kaisen

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PAIRING: Gojo x reader

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PLATFORM: AO3

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SYNOPSIS:

After attempting to commit suicide, you inexplicably find yourself in the world of Jujutsu Kaisen with none other than Gojo Satoru himself. Will you be able to change the future, or are you destined to be nothing more than a spectator to the pain that lies ahead?

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Masterlist

Chapter 1: Fallen Angel

Chapter 2

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[steddieunderdogfics]

For kid fic weekend: Someone who cares by Just_my_latest_hyperfixation

Someone who cares by just_my_latest_hyperfixation

@just-my-latest-hyperfixation

Rating: Explicit

83,986 words, 14/14 chapters

Archive Warning: Creator chose not to use

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Bisexual Steve Harrington, Gay Eddie Munson, Strangers to Lovers, Idiots in Love, Domestic Fluff, Single Parent Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington is Dustin Henderson's Parent, Angst with a Happy Ending, Eddie Munson Needs a Hug, Steve Harrington Needs a Hug, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Slow Burn, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Drug Dealing, Mentions of Cancer, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, Porn with Feelings, Found Family, Homophobic Language

Summary:

Hey, babe … It takes Robin only a minute to respond, and apparently she can read his mood even through text message. Hey, love! What’s wrong? The terrace seems weirdly quiet and empty without Eddie’s presence. Eddie, who is all loud and wild on the outside, but kind and considerate on the inside. Who will gladly reopen the scars of his own past to make a sad little boy feel better. Who calls Steve cute, and a softie, and thinks his son is the greatest kid in the world. Steve sighs and runs a hand through his hair. He digs his fingers into the bridge of his nose so hard his nails leave little indents in the sensitive skin there. Then, he lets out a heavy breath, types and hits send before he can overthink it for too long. I think I’m fucked. ---------- Or: The one in which Steve Harrington, overtired and over-stressed businessman and single dad, hires Eddie Munson as a nanny.

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[thoughtfulchaos773]

Preparing myself that slow-burn storylines often involve periods of separation. In season 3, this separation may not be physical but rather a mental one between Carmy and Syd. As suggested by the song at the end, they may feel like they're mentally half a world away from each other.

In a brilliant meta written by @bioloyg , it is suggested that the walk-in scene represents Carmy's mind. This can be observed during the lock-in, where he is unable to hear or reach Sydney. The show often portrays Sydney as Carmy's focus, someone he not only wants to hear but needs to hear, as evidenced by him hearing her voice during his panic attack earlier in the day. As Carmy experiences the panic attack in the walk-in, memories flood his mind, and he is unable to hear or reach Sydney.

In the song, when it says, "Go it alone," Sydney is shown smiling after her dad walks away. This foreshadows that Sydney will pursue her dreams independently while experiencing the same sense of anxiety that Carmy felt when he received his star. Sydney may also struggle with self-care while striving for success, we hear that she only ate a left twix for dinner and she is sick after dinner service. She tells her dad that pressure is her friend, so Syd might face similar challenges as Carmy when he was in her position. While Carmy battles becoming like his mother or his EMP boss.

Carmy said he can't do it without her, wouldn't even want to and that leaves them in his relationship where they need each other but are so far away in season 3.

And I'm looking forward to this angst if the prediction is correct.

[bearw-me]

Could you do a Loona x Monster Hunter Reader? (Think like Supernatural type Hunter of demons and such) that's enemies to lovers?

No problem if you can't! Hope something good happens to you today :)

ty for blessing me anon 🫶 i hope something good happens to you too!

𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞 — 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐚

𐐒 includes : loona x monsterhunter!reader 𐐒 cw : fluff, mentions of killing/blood/guns, angst, enemies to lovers, slow burn 𐐒 summary : stories of werewolves and vampires were just legends to most folk these days, but you knew better than to think myths were just scary stories told to children. And one night, you finally encounter an infamous Hell Hound and her grimoire. 𐐒 word count : 1.2 k 𐐒 note : whew, longest post i made and i tried to shorten it! (lowkey feels like a part two is needed. . .)

You bit at your nails in thought, the old parchment papers scattered across the desk in front of you. Images of ancient evils and eldritch horrors documented by generations of hunters, accumulated throughout the centuries . . . and now it all came down to you.

You sighed, leaning back in your seat, the creak of the antique wood shuddering under your weight.

With calculated precision, your eyes scanned the torn pages for information. Darting across the scribbled madness of ink and water damage.

Wolves standing on their hind legs, ripping the flesh from livestock, horned creatures of the night jumping through candlelight, their red skin unnatural for this world.

Sounds. . . familiar.

Old wives tales from a time where witches burned at the stake, now resurfacing into the modern era.

But why was this all happening now?

"Who cares," you mumbled, arguing with your own thoughts. You righted yourself on your chair, the wood screaming in agony once more.

All that mattered is that it stopped, whatever this- epidemic of hell spawn involved. It had to be dealt with.

You had to deal with it.

Weren't much people nowadays who dealt with supernatural enemies. . . creatures of legend. . . and lets face it- the boogeyman.

You had tracked down the demon activity to a region along the west coast. Under the darkness of night, you kept on the trail. Showing up on peoples doorsteps, cloaked in shadows with a revolver tucked behind your back, asking the innocent people of the town what they knew. . . and what exactly they had seen.

Most people had the same story no matter how many times they fumbled over their words "trying not to sound crazy," begging you to hear them out.

They all described the same thing to you:

A wolf, white and grey and larger than any man, appearing down alleyways and skulking in the night. Sometimes they described a tiny horned man with red skin and a spiked tail. Referring them as omen's of bad things to come.

You thanked them all; the ones who would talk to you anyway, and picked up your work the following day.

This is what you knew:

Every attack was on someone who had done something particularly questionable in their life, sometimes affecting the family or their loved ones in the process.

The process was scouted first, which is why the Lycan or Demon were spotted before the 'accidents' happened.

Then, they would leave and do it all over again.

You ran your fingers through your hair, glancing out the window of your room, watching for a few moments as the daylight began to lose its luster.

Night would come again, and you'd hunt them down before things got worse and someone innocent got hurt.

It was that very night that you first encountered her.

You had heard whispers of white flashes of fur peeking through windows, the sounds of dogs barking and being silenced in fear of something stalking through the night.

The unease in the neighborhood was palpable, but like the first demon you had killed, you promised to those who came before you that you'd protect people from things like this.

That's when you had heard a clattering in the back alley, a muttered hiss accompanying the sound.

You stuck to the shadows, watching to see what would emerge from the other side of the cobbled back lane.

At first, the patch of fur shuffled, hissing again as it dug threw the spilt trashcan. Then, like a slideshow of revelation, the monster stood, rising up inch by inch until it reached its full height, its bones crunching from the movement.

You gasped, realizing in horror as its ears perked up, picking you right out of your hiding spot.

"Who's there!?" She called out, a voice so clear you remained speechless.

In no texts. No tomes or documented encounters. . . had they ever mentioned they were capable of speaking.

You stepped out into the light, your eyes adjusting to the new sensation and watching as the shadowy figure seemed to cower at the sight of you.

"Fuck," it whispered.

Before you could get a word out, she bounded from the alley towards you, the flashes of silver fangs forever engrained into your minds eye.

You had seen her three times in the last month, sometimes accompanied by the Imp (as you suspected the creature was).

She would take the stand against you, her body slithering protectively to fend you off.

A white wolf, marred with dark grey, almost black markings within her fur. Eyes as red as the devils and long silvery hair. More interesting yet, she wore clothes. Curious, you thought to yourself as you fired three bullets of silver at her in warning.

"Lycan!" You called out, the automatic gun in your hand pointed towards the wall she had ducked under her "You're a beautiful creature," you called out honestly, almost pained to have to stand between the beasts path of destruction. . . but it could be no more. No more killing.

"Lycan?" you heard her respond.

She was quiet for a long moment before her voice came back to you with venom. "I've never seen a fucking demon hunter on Earth. What are you? Some kind of modern-day-van-fucking-helsing? Aren't you all supposed to be dead?!"

She jumped out from behind the wall, taking aim with her own gun, firing a round at you this time.

You took cover all too late, laughing at her words and wincing at the sharp pain that suddenly bloomed across the skin of your shoulder.

"What kind of fucking demon hunter uses an automatic rifle!?" She growled out.

"Modern times call for modern weapons, sweetheart!"

"Fuck YOU!"

You ducked your head, laughing as another full magazine shot off just above your head.

"You've got a bad mouth hell hound," you figured, standing up and taking aim at her.

Down the sight of the guns barrel, your eyes widened, watching as she waved her hand, summoning a portal right in front of your eyes. A dark book laid between her fingers.

You sucked a cold breath in, finger hovering over the trigger.

The hell hound glanced back at you.

Her face was full of worry, scrunched up and barring her teeth like an animal cornered in the woods. Her soft white fur shining against the red light spilling from the portal behind her.

Without another second passing, she stepped through the portal, disappearing into thin air.

"God dammit," you sighed with defeat.

And this time, something was off. . .

It was easy enough for you to follow them now.

Follow her.

But something about this night made your stomach churn with unease.

You heard cries into the night, a shadow, something darker than the shadows slithered and lingered like fog along the floor. Kicking it up like smoke, you walked toward the sound of gentle sobs, unable to pinpoint the exact sound in a forest so dense.

"Lycan!" You whispered wearily, eyes darting back and forth between the black bodies of the woods surrounding you.

Then you heard it:

"Dad," she cried, a tiny bark echoing through the trees "someone help me," she begged, a choked sound.

The shadow on the floor shifted, humming almost angrily before a scream rang out. The shriek shattered your ear drums.

And in a blink, the shadow disappeared, receding like the tide and unveiling the limp body of the white wolf.

Your body reacted immediately, pointing your weapon down at her and stopping the moment you caught the glint of tears in her closed eyes.

Who knows what it was. . . maybe a spell the Hell Hound had placed on you, or your genuine sadness as you laid witness to the innocent creature you really saw her for.

A young wolf, unconscious and calling for help not a moment earlier. Attacked by whatever created that thick smog.

Whatever battle you had in your head, you tucked your gun into its holster, crouching down and scooping her into your arms, ignoring all the wounds she had undertaken and bringing her to safety.

That night, against everything you believed in, you carried her home, lifting her weak body with a tenderness you didn't know you possessed.