#on a03 or something

[sporadicsweetswitch]

Jason adopts a child he finds in an alley and goes all parental and gets a PHD and tries to keep the f*#k away from Gotham. Oh and Bruce and Talia may fight over grandparent rights if wanted.

What Remains Unspoken

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65265739/chapters/167903056

Updates every Sunday.

[devilsadvocatevhs]

WHISPERS OF THE HEART

Ted "Theodore" Logan X fem!reader genre : one shot - fluff warnings : english isn't my native language. I hope you guys like it!

Ted Logan gulped, his hands trembling as a surge of anxiety flooded his mind, tangled with intrusive thoughts. The uncluttered apartment was silent, save for the faint hum of the guitar under his fingers. You sat on the couch, sipping your drink, watching as Ted strummed absentmindedly on his guitar beside you. The warm light of the room was wrapped around you both, casting a cozy glow. With a content and fond smile, your eyes drifted toward the absent-minded tall man with shaggy black hair.

“Hey? You okay?”

It wasn’t the first time Ted had heard that question from you, but your soft voice always made him nervous—especially when you sounded worried. His stomach twisted as he stopped playing and met your gaze with honey-brown eyes. It felt overwhelming for him—he was used to being seen as just a regular nobody, especially when it came to girls. He’d had crushes before, even on popular, unattainable ones. But the way he felt about you was different, consuming him entirely. You weren’t just another distant fantasy; you were part of the group, a friend of Bill’s. To Ted, that made you feel even more out of reach than any of his past crushes.

“Uh… yeah, I think so, dude…” he mumbled, his tone unconvincing.

Self-conscious under your skeptical gaze, Ted tried to use a neutral tone, but anyone could see he wasn’t acting like his usual goofy self. Truth be told, he had already asked his best friend Bill for advice who had told him to just come clean about his feelings and not bottle anything up. It had been two months since that talk and Ted blatantly ignored the advice, not feeling brave enough. The thought of ruining your friendship made his chest ache. What if he just messed everything up? Besides, you were both alone in his and Bill’s apartment.

“It’s just… It’s totally bogus that Bill couldn’t join us tonight,” he added, trying to sound casual.

You tilted your head, glancing at the bottles and snacks scattered on the coffee table. With a small chuckle, you nodded and poured yourself another drink.

“Yeah, but it’s nice to catch up sometimes. It’s been a while since we’ve hung out.”

Ted's face flushed red. He blinked rapidly, lost in thought, before finally taking a deep breath and muttering awkwardly.

“You know, I like hanging out with you too, and…”

The words stuck in his throat, and a tense silence settled between you. Ted fidgeted, rubbing the back of his neck. His anxiety built until he finally blurted out impulsively.

“It’s just… I’m not good at this, you know?” Ted admitted, frustration creeping into his voice.

A frown settled on your face, first thinking he was referrign to his guitar skills. You shook your head, holding his chocolate brown eyes.

“Well, I can tell you’ve improved a lot on the guitar.”

Ted shook his head, his fingers fidgeting.

 “No, not that. I mean…Like,” He inhaled sharply. “I don’t want to mess things up, but I can’t stop thinking about you.”

The room went still as Ted’s words hung in the air. His cheeks flushed crimson as he added, “I know we’re friends, and I don’t want to make things weird, but I’ve gotta be honest.”

For a moment, you just stared at him, his deep eyes fixed on yours. 

“Whoa… sorry, I’m, like, totally messing this up’, Ted eventually said with a nervous chuckle and avoiding your glance.

Then, to Ted’s surprise, a soft smile spread across your face.

Your expression softened and you chuckled at his awkward and shy demeanor. Still, you felt your cheeks flush and your heart start to pound against your chest at the sudden confession.

“Ted,” you said gently, “don’t worry. To be honest, I’ve felt this way for a while too.”

Relief washed over him, and he gave you a crooked, heartfelt smile.

“For real?”

“For real,” you replied, placing your hand over his. “I thought I was the only one getting ahead of myself.”

Ted’s lips parted slightly, his mind racing with everything he wanted to say but couldn’t. Instead, he glanced at your hand over his, the warmth grounding him in a way that words never could.

Without thinking too much—because overthinking always stopped him—he leaned forward, closing the space between you. It was hesitant, almost shy, but sincere. His soft lips brushed against yours, lingering just a second longer than he meant to.

When he pulled back, his cheeks were flushed a deep red, and he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “Uh… was that okay?”

You blinked in surprise before giving a bright and affectionate smile.

“More than okay, Ted.”

The tension melted from his shoulders, and for the first time that evening, Ted’s grin returned—the goofy, carefree one you loved so much. “Whoa… excellent,” he murmured, earning a laugh from you.

He picked up his guitar, his confidence back, and strummed a random lighthearted tune. But this time, instead of avoiding your gaze, he met it, the unspoken feelings between you now clear.

[spicy-noodles-art]

Chapters: 12/? Fandom: 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Anime) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Shinazugawa Sanemi/Tomioka Giyuu Characters: Shinazugawa Sanemi, Tomioka Giyuu, Kanzaburo | Tomioka Giyuu's Kasugai Crow, Sorai | Shinazugawa Sanemi's Kasugai Crow, others referenced, Demon Slayer Corps Hashira | Pillars Additional Tags: Snowed In, Denial of Feelings, There Was Only One Room, Protective Shinazugawa Sanemi, Soft Shinazugawa Sanemi, Implied/Referenced Sexual Harassment, dont worry Sanemi don’t let it happen, Female Tomioka Giyuu, Sexual Tension, Tomioka Giyuu is Bad at Feelings, Hot Springs & Onsen, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Wet Dream, Explicit Sexual Content, Shinazugawa Sanemi is Bad at Feelings, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Penis In Vagina Sex, Sexual Overstimulation, Slight angst just here and there, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hashira | Pillars Training Arc (Kimetsu no Yaiba) Summary:

After being lost in a sudden and dangerous snow storm, Sanemi believed his luck was changing once he found a running onsen hotel!

Of course it was just some cruel prank from the universe when he arrived there that he would be forced to share the space with the one Pillar he hated the most…

 Note! This can technically be read as finished by chapter 5 if people want a shorter read!

[demigods-posts]

something that'll always get to me is rachel and annabeth are friends. rachel split with percy and befriended his girlfriend. and all of that must be complicated. and confusing. and messy. like. imagine the possibilities.

[thenonbinarydetective]

some of the things people say about Damian on here are fucking disgusting

I don't care if he's fictional, I would never say these things about a child

[universalray]

maybe the whole reason I was an f-16 mechanic was to write pilot Caleb x mechanic mc fanfic

[idjitwithanimpala]

Stuck in the Bunker (With You)

Dean accidentally brings a cursed pendant back to the bunker with him that has a spirit trapped inside.

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"Sammy?" Dean called out looking for his younger brother, he threw a small item down onto the table in the library as he took off his jacket. His eyes scanned the room for a moment as if to try to pick up if Sam was there though it was silent, he turned back to the table where he finally noticed a piece of paper.

'Gone out, be back soon, Cas is in Wichita with Jack.' -Sam'

It read, Dean shrugged as the words but spoke to himself. "Son of a bitch better bring back some pie." He muttered "And beer." He scoffed still inspecting the item he had brought back with him. Despite being alone, he still spoke to himself out of pure amusement. "And just what am I gonna do with you?" He asked as if it would speak, he raised it up and stared at it briefly before he came to the conclusion. "Storage it goes, not riskin' anythin'..." He scoffed walking down the hallway that brought him to the storage room.

The storage room in question was lined with shelves of all kinds of things ranging from sealed cursed objects to information regarding the supernatural amongst other things. Dean walked over to one of the shelves and opened a brown wooden box where he placed the pendant inside before closing the lid. Only a few seconds had passed as Dean stepped away and moved to the door before a bright green glow caught his attention and forced him to look back to where he had just been standing moments ago.

The light emanating from inside the box became so bright that the older Winchester brother had to cover his eyes. When the emerald assault finally died down, Dean looked up as the box rumbled one final time and remained still. Before Dean could catch his breath to ponder what had just happened, he was forced once more to cover his eyes for a few more seconds which was then when the voice of a woman caught his attention.

"It's okay to look..." She urged yet in that tone, it seemed so alluring like a siren vocally bringing a sailor to his doom. Dean looked up and he blinked as his mouth formed a cocky smile taking in the sight of a woman even if it was a spirit but he was always quite a charmer.

"Seems you freed me..." The woman continued.

Dean's lips twitched a little as he tried to remain ever so charming and ever so cocky around her. "So you're like...what? A genie and all I had to do was rub my magic lamp?" He questioned slyly, a hint of innuendo in his words causing the spirit in front of him to laugh for only a moment.

She seemed to be lost in her own thoughts before responding to the man in front of her. "Some bitch trapped me in there about twenty years ago now, that woman you and your brother spoke to? A witch I met in 1986...we had this rivalry I suppose you could say and when she began teaching me witchcraft that same year, she saw how talented I was becoming and so in March of 1989, she finally had enough of me and decided to tether my soul to that piece of crap necklace she always wore..." She explained as the hatred began to seep through. There was a hint of annoyance floating around in her eyes, all respect for the woman who was once her mentor was now gone.

"Not Rowena then..." Dean murmured, the woman- well witch he and Sam had encountered was definitely not the Scottish witch they had come across several times since first meeting her. The spirit only shook her head.

Seeing another opportunity to speak ill of her former teacher, the woman continued to talk. "Rowena MacLeod? Heard of her but never had the pleasure or displeasure of meeting her..." She confirmed.

"Still...you're just a spirit that I can put to rest by burnin' your bones...and all I gotta do is call up Sammy and ask him to find where you're buried." Dean remarked remembering that his brother was out anyway, he grabbed his phone and scrolled down until he reached Sam's number, well one of them, he looked at the woman realising he had never asked where her body had been laid to rest. "Care to tell me where you're buried?" He asked.

"Lucky for you, it's local." The woman chuckled before answering the question. "Oak Hill Cemetery" She replied before raising an eyebrow as a realisation came to mind. "We are still in Lebanon, Kansas, correct?" She asked.

Dean nodded his head and a laugh came from his lips finding pride in where he was, while he and Sam had been born and raised in Lawrence, Kansas was still their home and so was the Men of Letters bunker. "Sure is..." He said and upon getting the answer he was looking for, Dean called Sam and placed the phone to his ear as he listened to it ring.

"Dean?" Sam's voice came through. "If it's about the pie, I got it." He said getting an obvious question out of the way first.

"Dude, forget the pie for a moment". Although Dean could not see him, Sam's face contorted into a confused expression but Dean continued to explain his current situation. "I need you to head over to Oak Hill Cemetery to do a quick salt and burn." He requested looking up for the woman to say her name, all this time standing with her and it had never occurred to ask such a basic question.

"Christina Marsh" She finally introduced herself.

"You catch that, Sammy?" Dean asked over the phone.

"Christina Marsh, got it." Sam answered as he climbed into his car. "I'll call you back if something else pops up" He said ending the call.

Dean glanced back at the woman and he chuckled again. "Depending on where he is, I'd say it'll only be less than an hour until you're resting for good." He scoffed. As the time passed, Dean and the spirit had more conversations. Upon seeing flame envelop Christina, Dean backed up confirming to him that Sam had done what needed to be done.

Dean's phone then began ringing and when he checked the contact, it was Sam, he answered it.

"Hey man, it go alright?" Dean asked walking back down the hallway to the storage room to dispose of the necklace. He stepped into the room still talking to his brother. "Well she's gone so you must have done something right." He joked before Sam finally got his words in.

"I'm on my way back, I got some beer to...hey Dean? How the hell did she get into the bunker anyway?" He starting to drive from the cemetery.

Dean let out a sigh for a moment. "That necklace the woman gave to me? Turns out she was a witch and I suppose she wanted to see if the spirit would go all vengeful on us but I guess not, you hear from Cas and Jack while you were out?" He then asked.

"Yeah, yeah they're on their way back too, Cas said Jack did a great job on their case...maybe the kid can go on more?" Sam then suggested, he knew how Dean had been so judgemental to the Nephilim when they first encountered him but Dean had grown to show him more respect.

There was silence on Dean's end for a moment as he contemplated, he answered less than half a minute later. "Sure...as long as he listens to us and Cas." He countered. Sam chuckled "Sure, Dean" He agreed ending the call.

As Dean waited for his younger brother to return, the door opened and in stepped the angel Castiel followed by Jack Kline. Castiel was the first to speak between the two, he looked over to Dean who was now standing in the doorway that connected the war room to the library. "Dean" He greeted as he and Jack came to the bottom of the staircase.

"How'd it go?" Dean asked, he knew Sam said it had gone well but he though hearing it come from Castiel and Jack themselves would make him more proud.

Jack then chimed in, he smiled "Castiel made sure it wasn't something too big but it was still good to experience it in person." He said. "It was only a werewolf job" He clarified.

Dean raised an eyebrow much like he had done before, he smirked trying to catch out the boy "Yeah? What did you use then to kill it?" He asked smugly.

Jack was far from stupid, sure he was young but he picked up on things quite quickly and easily with help from the Winchesters and the angel, he nodded his head still smiling. "Silver knife." He answered revealing the weapon to Dean who was nodding in approval upon seeing it. "And Sam?" He wondered looking for him.

"On his way back..." Dean answered, he patted Jack on the shoulder, compliments were sometimes rare from Dean but damn if he was proud of someone in a situation, he made sure they knew they had done gone. "Good job today, kid." He replied taking the knife away, he sighed. "I'm just glad you're back and safe, you too Cas." He stated.

"Your worry is appreciated, Dean, I knew you would not like it if I had Jack in a more dangerous situation." Castiel answered.

The door once again opened and in came Sam, he was carrying a bag in one hand as he came down the stairs, he placed it down onto the table. "Beer, pie, I think we deserve a reward" He smirked opening the bag, he pulled out the pack of beer and the box of pie putting all of them down.

"I do not need food or drinks..." Castiel pointed out. It was the truth, angels did not need to be sustained the same way as humans but Team Free Will did deserve this moment of celebration.

They each took a seat with their respective beer and slice of pie before starting to talk about all that had happened to them in that week.

[enchantedchocolatebars]

🧡 A Helping Hand 🧡 (Clara Clawthorne x Human! Reader)

Summary: You (the reader) are having a tough time paying for an ingredient that you need for a meal you plan to make. However, a helpful witch shows up and decides to lend a hand.

Ao3 version

Commission art here.

"Clara" is my wittewife oc.

Enjoy!

Being a human in a place such as the Boiling Isles was a difficult task.

In certain locations, the days were hotter than Heck, and at night, it felt as though every living thing was attempting to devour you whole.

It didn't help that you didn't have magical powers or one of those palispal (palismen?) things to help you escape from danger whenever you got into it, and trust me, you were practically always in danger.

You always felt hungry as well, as most of the food (if you could even call it that) on the Isles was not suitable for human consumption.

Luckily, after some observation and careful research, you managed to distinguish between which foods were and were not safe to eat.

Speaking of food, you were at the town marketplace at a stall.

Unfortunately, you are currently in conflict with a stall owner.

"One small thumbkin costs ten snails," the troll vendor stated to you in a gruff tone, directing an untrimmed nail at the coins displayed on the table.

You only had nine.

"B-But that's all I have," you stuttered out, hoping the stallholder would show you the slightest bit of sympathy.

"Can't you make some sort of exception this one time?"

The troll shook their head, resulting in you sighing.

You were unsure of what to do.

This thumbkin was necessary for the stew you planned to make at home.

Just as you were about to collect your coins and move on to the next stall, you witnessed a hand drop a single snail on the table.

"Here," a voice sweeter than the sweetest fire bee honey had said as you were handed the thumb-shaped pumpkin.

"Oh!" That was rather fast and unexpected.

"Thank--," as you slowly turned to face and thank this stranger, you let out a small gasp, your cheeks warming a soft red.

This witch, who had cast her sweet smile on you, had a warm and friendly face and a cute blue jay hiding in her long hair, which was orange at the top and brown on the bottom.

She was undoubtedly the prettiest witch you had ever seen.

"... You," you finished with a whisper as you gulped.

A bright giggle bubbled out of Clara.

"You're welcome!" she told you as she walked along the bustling market without a care in the world.

Observing the witch walk off, you slowly lowered your gaze to the thumbkin in your hand.

It was colored a shade of orange-brown, just like her hair.

As your fingers touched the fruit, you pictured yourself running loving fingers through the witch's silky hair.

[childlikegoblinqueen]

A very BIG thank you to @kris-creations for bringing to life one of my favorite of Hunter’s traumatic flashbacks from SCOM…

The scene is from chapter 46.

Link! ^^^

Please consider commissioning this artist!

[caroform]

main pairing of fic: very popular ship, everyone has heard of this

side pairing: oh uh never thought of those two before…did you just spin a wheel and put together whoever it landed on???

[nadiajustbe]

I'm free for all of the summer before going to university. Which means Bartseq A03 is FEARING ME COMING

[ensinia-internetstranger]

Me waiting for the day this mf loses his shit please we need to see his sanity go out the window

[honeyteastar]

My evil nefarious doodles of aus which I have talked about on my evil blog lol! Minus the last one which is actually recently did a fanfic for peace sign

[rainforestakiie]

...so who wants a spoiler?

Adam’s heart stopped beating.

was it a good spoiler?

[chutefullofholes]

see a take i think is batshit crazy. click blog. realize OP is 17. exhale.

[i-dont-watch-movies-or-tv]

Ok, I understand that not everyone on A03 is going to comment on fics, that comments are fewer and farther between these days due to a shift in the community and I guess that's fine

But are we really not even REPLYING to comments anymore??? I always try to do my due diligence on fics I like and leave reviews on them and the amount of times that I just get NO reply AT ALL actually astounds me. Like for every 10 fics I comment on, I receive 1 reply, maybe 2 if I'm lucky.

Can we PLEASE bring back interactions in the comments and not just hide away all conversations in gate-kept discord servers? Please???