#The caller fanfiction

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @eclecticwildflowers, @onedirectionlovers2014

warnings: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), swearing, dirty talk

AN: in phonebooth , this character doesn’t have a name. So between @illiana-mystery and I, we came up with Charles. Sorry not sorry this’ll be long.

I hurried through the apartment to get to the phone. Picking it up, I took a deep breath before answering.

“hello?” I asked. It was quiet on the other end for a second before someone started talking.

“hello (Y/N).” I paused and tried to rack my brain to put a name to the voice.

“I’m sorry. Do I know you?” I asked, leaning against the wall.

“No but I know you.” The man chuckled on the other end. I curled the phone cord around my finger. “Now you’re wondering how I know you.”

“something like that.” I said. “You from work? Or school?” I might not have known who it was but based off the voice I was hearing on the other end I wanted to know him.

“neither.” The man said. There was a pause on the other end. “You aren’t scared by this?”

“nah. Most excitement I’ve had in a while.” I confessed. “So you know my name. What do I call you?”

“Charles.” The man said. I smiled to myself.

“so whatcha calling me for Charles?” I asked. Turning the corner, I sat down on the couch and propped up my feet up on the table in front of me.

“to find out what you’re wearing.” I blushed at the tone he used. “I’ve seen you around. And whatever you’re wearing is too much. Everything should be on the floor…right now.” I furrowed my eyebrows and pulled the phone away from my ear.

“look Charles I’m not sure who you are or why you’re calling but if you want that kind of conversation, there are numbers you can call. Or better yet places you can go.” I hissed.

“oh come on (Y/N)…” Charles chuckled.

“no listen to me Charles. Im not some booty call and I’m not providing that kind of service. So good night and good luck.” I growled and hung up. Grabbing my coat, I left my apartment. Shaking my head, I went to the bookstore down the street. “Hey Dean.” I called as I walked in.

“my favorite customer!” Dean yelled as he came out from the back room. I waited for him to round the corner before hugging the little old man. “What brings you around?”

“what always brings me around Dean?” I laughed. Dean smiled at me and ushered me through the store to where he put the new releases. “You don’t have to escort me every time I come in here Dean.” He shook his head and patted my shoulder.

“you know there’s plenty of unsavory types round these parts.” Dean said as he walked back towards the counter. I did my browsing and went to check out. “Be safe out there (Y/N).” I nodded as Dean kissed my cheek.

“I do my best Dean. See ya next week!” I waved at him as I left the store. I noticed someone round the corner across the street but shrugged it off. I went back to my apartment and spent the night reading. The next morning, I was woken up by the phone ringing. “Hello?” I rubbed my eyes as I struggled to wake up.

“that was a very lovely outfit you were wearing yesterday (Y/N).” Charles’ voice made me sigh quietly and rubbed my forehead.

“I thought I told you not to call here for that.” I complained. Charles chuckled and I could hear a door close on his end.

“and I thought I told you that i wasn’t calling for that.” Charles shot back. “I just want to have a talk with you.” I paused. “(Y/N)?”

“fine Charles. As long as you keep it clean.” I finally responded. I went about making a cup of coffee as I waited for him to start talking.

“what did you buy on your little trip yesterday?” He asked. I leaned against the counter and furrowed my eyebrows.

“how do you know about that?” I asked. “You following me Charles?” The man is question laughed and I could imagine him shaking his head.

“what makes you think that?” He asked. Rolling my eyes, I poured myself a cup.

“I never mentioned leaving for a trip when I hung up yesterday. So either you’re following me or…” I trailed off with a laugh.

“or what?” Charles asked.

“or you’re a great mind reader.” I finished. Charles laughed and mumbled something.

“if I’m a mind reader, then you’ll be happy to know that I’m imagining how you look this morning. How’s that cup of coffee?” I paused with the cup raised halfway to my lips.

“Pretty good.” I said, glancing at my window and backing away slightly.

“nice shorts. Bet they’d look better on my floor.” Charles murmured and I yelped before hanging up the phone. Quickly closing my blinds, I pressed a hand to my chest and willed my heart to stop pounding. I grabbed the phone again and called the police. But they didn’t do me any good. Without a phone number or evidence that this man was following me and peeping in my windows there wasn’t much they could do to prove I wasn’t prank calling them. The calls went on for a couple weeks, always a nice conversation until Charles would make a comment that leaned towards indecent.

“for fucks sake.” I groaned as I got dressed for work. “I need to buy caller ID after this.” I headed to work and tried to keep my mind off Charles and his phone calls. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, i kind of liked the way he talked to me. He hadn’t been incredibly vulgar but I still liked the idea of him saying those kinds of things to me. Bitting my lip, I wondered where it would go if I didn’t hang up on him. Resolving myself, I promised myself I’d play along tonight and see what happened when I matched Charles in his own game. When I got home, I frowned as the night went on and the phone didn’t ring. I laid in bed and stared at the extension I had bought the other day. I started to drift off when the phone finally rang. “Charles?” I asked when I picked it up. There was a chuckle on the other end and I rolled onto my back with a smile. “Hi.”

“hi.” He said. “You sound happy to hear me. Any particular reason?” I rested my hand on my stomach and chuckled.

“Shit day at work. Shit day in general.” I said. Charles hummed in response. “These calls are becoming the best part of my day lately.”

“best part huh?” He asked. I made a noise of agreement. “I’ve never been the best part of someone’s day before.”

“ah well…” I laughed nervously. “You are. Despite everything…” Charles chuckled.

“yeah. About that…” I cut him off.

“Charles?” I said.

“yes?” He sounded nervous for the first time since we started talking.

“I think I’ve figured out what this is.” There was a noise on the other end of the line that sounded like Charles was rubbing his neck or scratching his cheek.

“and what do you think this is?” He asked, voice dropping in volume.

“two lonely people finding comfort in each other.” I offered. Charles sighed.

“yes.” He breathed out. “Yeah. That’s exactly what this is.” I smiled in spite of myself and closed my eyes. “Want to tell me about your shit day?”

“sure.” I mumbled as I started talking about what had happened. My heart soared when he jumped in at all the right moments, saying all the right things. Smiling to myself, I sighed in contentment as the story came to a close. “So Charles…what are you wearing?” Charles sputtered as I smirked to myself.

“I…what…huh?” His voice jumped and I started to laugh slightly. “That’s…you don’t…what’s with the change?”

“like I said shit day. And you sound like an attractive guy who is clearly interested in me…” I trailed off. Charles cleared his throat. “Kinda feels like what’s the harm in it?”

“I…I…I understand that.” Charles forced out.

“I’m sorry.” I dragged a hand down my face, finally getting it through my lust addled brain that all it had been was some fun teasing. There hadn’t exactly been anything behind it. Just another lonely person on the other end of the phone. “I shouldn’t have…”

“no!” Charles cried. “It’s fine. Just…I’m not used to it honestly.” He sighed and I heard something hit a table. “I can dish it out but sometimes I don’t expect it to be returned.”

“I get that.” I whispered. “I’ll stop.”

“like I said it’s fine.” Charles said, his voice hanging with the unspoken prompt. “What would you say if I said I only have on my boxers?” I chuckled and blushed.

“I’d say you’re well ahead of me.” I teased. “I’m still in my pajamas.” Charles chuckled and I toyed with the hem of my pants.

“what are you waiting for then?” I started to laugh as Charles chuckled. “I bet you look sexy spread out on your bed. Nothing on.” I bit back a moan as I kicked my pants away off the bed. Pulling the phone away slightly, I pulled off my shirt.

“I bet you look even better.” I shot back in time to hear Charles groan. “Tell me Charles, get to the gym often?” Charles paused for a second before I heard him answer.

“fairly often.” He responded. “Can bench quite a bit.” I started to laugh.

“Charles, you can tell me the truth.” I said. The sound of a heavy sigh made me pause and feel back. “You don’t…”

“would that matter to you?” He asked suddenly. I shrugged even though I knew he couldn’t see it.

“not really.” I said. “I’m not into guys who are overly muscular. In terms of body type I like a guy I can lay on. As long as your chest isnt…” I trailed off looking for the right response.

“hard?” Charles offered. “I can confirm that I’m not overly muscular and there’s enough cushion on me that it’s comfortable.” I ran a hand down my face.

“I don’t mean it to sound…” I started and Charles chuckled.

“no. it’s fine. I get it. Not everyone’s type is me.” Charles said softly. “Anyway. How far along are you on getting your pajamas off?” It was my turn to laugh.

“kicked them off a while ago. How’s the boxers?” I started to rub myself, reveling in his voice and the soft tone it had taken on.

“tight.” Charles groaned as his breathing picked up. “Fuck. Shit. That’s better.” His voice pitched up and I bit back a moan as I picked up my pace. His grunts and groans egged me on.

“Charles.” I moaned. “Are you big? Like on a scale from are you kidding me to holy shit you’re gonna rip me in half?” Charles moaned loudly and I had to stifle my own.

“some…somewhere in the…the middle…I’d…say.” Charles ground out. “Oh fuck. (Y/N). (Y/N). (Y/N).” He chanted. I moaned and felt my orgasm wash over me.

“oh fuck. Charles.” I whined as I came. As I started to come down, I started to giggle. Charles panted into the phone. “Can’t believe I just did that. We…just did that.” Charles let out an airy laugh.

“would you believe it if I said that I haven’t done this before?” Charles said softly. I smiled as I stared up at my ceiling.

“that’s alright.” I said. “First time for everything.” Charles sighed.

“Yeah.” He breathed out. “I mean it’s not like…I’ve had…” Charles laughed quietly. “I’ve had sex before. I just haven’t done it over the phone.” I laughed at his clear nervousness.

“I knew what you meant Charles.” I chuckled. There was quiet on the other end for a while. “It’s late Charles. I’m going out with some people tomorrow. Talk to you tomorrow night?” There was hope in my voice as I asked the question, making my heart beat a little faster as I put the ball in Charles’ court.

“tomorrow night.” Charles confirmed. “Good night (Y/N).” I smiled as I closed my eyes.

“good night Charles.” I responded before hanging up the phone. I went to bed after getting dressed again with a smile on my face. The next morning, I stretched and smiled when I saw my phone sitting next to the bed. “Til tonight Charles.” I mused as I went about my morning routine.

My friend showed up a few hours later to pick me up. The group of us were going out for lunch and hanging out like we hadn’t in a while. By the end of it, I was exhausted and slightly drained. I hugged everyone goodbye and one of my friends kissed me on the cheek. I blushed as I headed back towards my apartment, shaking my head at his actions. He wouldn’t get it through his head that I did not think of him that way at all. My mind drifted to Charles and how I wouldn’t mind him kissing my cheek. I smiled softly to myself as I started to put away the things I had bought on the shopping trip. Musing to myself, I stripped and was about to turn on the shower when there was a knock at the door. Frowning, I paused and when there wasn’t another knock I started moving about the bathroom again. There was another knock, this time more insistent. I grabbed my bathrobe and pulled it on, sighing as I trudged to the door. Opening it, I squeaked in protest as the man on the other side gently pushed me back into my apartment. He kissed me forcefully and I pushed him back.

“who the fuck are you?” I cried when I had put some space between us.

“oh come on (Y/N).” The man said. My eyes went wide as I recognized the voice. “You know me.”

“Charles.” I whispered as he drew me close again. His hands fell to my waist and he tried to draw me back into a kiss. I put my hands on his chest, making him pause. “What are you…how did you…?” I started. Charles smiled at me.

“You know I’ve been watching you. Following you.” Charles said, cocking his head at me. “How hard is it to believe that I would know where you live?” My heart sank for a second before Charles started rubbing his thumb over my hip. “Look you have every reason to be nervous…” he paused for a second and his eyes flickered around my living room behind his glasses. “Scared…of me…” I shook my head and leaned in, pressing my lips to his. Charles dug his fingers into my robe as I moved my hands up to his shoulders.

“I’m not.” I said, scanning his eyes. “I promise I’m not. Maybe when you first started calling and I realized what was going on. But not now.” I shook my head as I cupped his cheeks. “Not of you.” Charles nodded as he ducked his head to kiss me again. I wrapped my arms around him tightly and pulled him tight against me.

“then you’ll know I saw that guy kiss your cheek.” Charles whispered as he pulled back, leaning his forehead against mine. “Got a boyfriend? Someone you’ve been hiding from me?” I shook my head.

“no. That was just a friend who doesn’t understand it’s not him I want.” Charles’ eyes flashed and I leaned in to kiss him but he pulled back.

“who is it you want?” He asked, tone deep and even. I smiled at him and tightened my grip on him.

“you Charles.” I breathed out. “I want you.” Charles crashed his mouth against mine and I let him pick me up, carrying me through my apartment and into my bedroom. At this point, I didn’t care that he knew the layout. I just cared about the man between my legs, kissing me like his life depended on it. “Charles. Please.” I whined as he set me on my bed, pulling off his jacket and starting to work on his belt. He smiled at me, both soft and predatory at the same time.

“patience (Y/N).” He whispered as he leaned over my, letting me hook my fingers into his dress shirt and start undoing the buttons. One by one they slipped free and I was able to slip it over his shoulders. Charles slipped his belt free at the same time and let both it and the shirt fall to my floor. I smiled at him as I ran my hands over the tshirt still covering his chest. Kissing me deeply, Charles reached for the belt on my robe. He pulled on it and I let the robe fall open. Charles hummed appreciatively as he pulled back. I watched as he pulled his shirt over his head. Licking my lips, I scanned his torso. Charles shifted under my gaze and I bit my lip at the way the muscles moved beneath the surface. “I know I said…” sitting up, I kissed him deeply.

“perfect.” I whispered, running my fingers through his chest hair. “Absolutely perfect. My perfect man.” Charles whimpered as I gently scratched him with my nails.

“your perfect…I like that.” He breathed out. “I like the sound of that a lot.” I smiled up at him as he pushed his trousers down, toeing off his shoes before letting his pants pool at his feet. Charles cupped my cheeks and gently pushed me backwards as he kissed me. I wrapped my arms around him as he settled between my legs. “For the record, I want you too.” I let out an airy laugh as Charles pushed down his underwear before pausing again. “Are you sure about this? Once I start…” I reached up and brushed my fingers through his hair. Charles watched me closely as my eyes scanned over him. I gasped slightly as I stared at his dick. “What?” Charles asked, stomach tensing as he followed my gaze downward. “Oh.”

“Charles you lied to me.” I said, tone playful as I made eye contact with him. He made a noise in the back of his throat and I hurriedly leaned up to kiss him. “You’re above the middle of that scale. Not quite rip me in half but definitely more than I thought and you let on.” Charles hummed before kissing me again.

“ready?” He asked. I nodded and he sank into me. We both moaned and my nails dug into his shoulder. “Oh fuck (Y/N).” He groaned. “Fuck. Better than my hand. For sure.” I whimpered at the comment.

“Charles.” I whined. He peppered my face with kisses as I buried a hand in his hair. “Please.” My head fell back as he slowly started to thrust and he took it as an open invitation to press kisses along the nearly discovered flesh.

“you’re wish is my command.” He breathed out as he ground his hips into mine. “The things…I’ve imagined…doing to you.” He murmured as I tugged on his hair.

“we’ll get to them.” I moaned. “Just…oh fuck…” Charles smirked against my throat as I scrambled to get a hold on Charles’ back. “Right there Charles. There. Please. Please.”

“take it. Take it.” He chanted as he pulled back to kneel on the bed, pulling my hips up to meet each of his thrusts. “So good. So good for me.”

“yes. Yes.” I panted. “Charles! Oh god Charles!” My vision went white as I came, my body going limp as Charles manhandled me. He chased his own high, panting above me as I moaned, feeling a second orgasm building as overstimulation started to follow.

“(Y/N).” Charles groaned. “Fuck yes. (Y/N).” Charles came the same time I did. Collapsing on top of me, I reached up and gently pulled his glasses off. Charles squinted at me as he rolled onto his side, slipping out of me in the process. “Wow.” He whispered as I settled on the pillow with him, noses brushing.

“that’s an understatement.” I laughed. Charles smiled as he settled his hand on my hip.

“if you’ll let me, I’d like to do that again.” He offered. I smiled softly at him.

“on three conditions.” I said. Charles nodded frantically. “First, you stop watching me. It was a little unnerving. You knowing the layout of my apartment when you’ve only stepped foot in it today is a little worrying.” Charles nodded.

“I do apologize for that.” He said, eyes scanning over my face.

“second, you don’t cheat on me. Or do this with anyone else.” Charles nodded again. “And third, whatever it is you do, don’t get caught by the police.” Charles leaned forward to kiss me.

“I promise. On all counts.” Charles brushed my hair out of my face. I blushed gently as I reached up to cup his cheek.

“my perfect man.” I mused as I pulled him in for another kiss. Charles blushed as he rolled me onto my back and deepened the kiss. “I think I could get used to this.” Charles nodded in agreement as he thrust back into me to start round two.

[pokimoko]

The One-Way Waltz of the Moth and the Wild Flame (and the Incident of the Authorial Intrusion) - A Good Omens Fic

Written by pokimoko

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: ~25K

Fandom: Good Omens (TV)

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Crowley & Muriel (Good Omens), Crowley & Nina (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens) & Original Character(s)

Characters: Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale (Good Omens), Muriel (Good Omens), Original Characters, (who is technically not an original character but I've got to keep some secrets ;) ), Nina (Good Omens), Background & Cameo Characters

Summary: A story in which Crowley does not prevent forest fires, a radio sends out thoughts and prayers, an angel misuses the emergency contact, the local duck population invents socialism, trees are threatened to varying degrees of success, a waltz is indeed played, and an author considers the nature of tragedies.

Tags: Ineffable Divorce | Aziraphale and Crowley Break Up (Good Omens), Post-Break Up, POV Crowley (Good Omens), Emotional Hurt, He/Him Pronouns For Crowley (Good Omens), They/Them Pronouns for Muriel (Good Omens), Crowley & Muriel Friendship (Good Omens), Angst and Humor, Crowley-centric (Good Omens), Canon Continuation, Post-Season/Series 02, Post-Episode: s02e06 Every Day (Good Omens), Pre-Season/Series 03, No Aziraphale Slander Here but it is also Crowley's POV so expect at least some Thoughts, Angry Crowley (Good Omens), Running Away, Both in the Emotional and Literal Sense, Because You Don't Have to Deal with Your Romantic and Personal Issues in Washington State. Obviously, (incorrect: you very much do), Crowley is a Mess (Good Omens), (even if he won't admit it), Crowley Loves Aziraphale (Good Omens), (another thing he won't admit), Aziraphale Loves Crowley (Good Omens), They're just being stupid, Not A Fix-It, References to God(s), Romantic Angst, America, United States, Fire Lookout, Remember Only You Can Prevent Forest Fires (Unless You Are Anthony J. Crowley), hey is it healthy to repeatedly relive a past trauma to deal with a breakup? asking for a friend, Scene: The Bookshop Fire (Good Omens), Fire, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Isolation, When You're Trying to Cope Badly in the American Wilderness but People Keep Talking to You, Radio, Inspired by Firewatch (Video Game), Character Study, Crowley and the Woes of Being In a Narrative That Won't Let You Go, (Fleabag voice) This is a Tragedy, But oh? What's this?, Angst with a Happy Ending, Ambiguous/Open Ending

[nemaliwrites]

Chapters: 30/30 Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Chloé Bourgeois, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Nino Lahiffe, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Alya Césaire Characters: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Chloé Bourgeois, Nino Lahiffe, Alya Césaire, Nathalie Sancoeur Additional Tags: No Season 5 Spoilers, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Canon, Guardian Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Memory Loss, Identity Issues, Grief/Mourning, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Unreliable Narrator, Inspired by Karthik Calling Karthik, Introspection, Self-Doubt, Character Study Series: Part 2 of how we fall apart (and put ourselves together again) Summary:

A week after Hawk Moth’s identity has been revealed, Adrien finds himself with nowhere to go, nothing he can do, and worst of all, strange gaps in his memory he can’t explain. In a stroke of luck, he stumbles upon a burner phone filled with voicemails from one of the Saviors of Paris: Chat Noir himself, who disappeared following Hawk Moth’s arrest.

But with each new voicemail Adrien listens to, he’s forced to confront the fact that there might be some kind of connection between himself and Chat Noir — and discovering it might leave him more broken than before.

[sequinsmile-x]

As always my ao3 stats are insane.

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[alteredphoenix]

If I should ever get around to writing the "Michelle is the Dragonborn" Skyrim AU, then I would like to play around with the idea of an (Elder Scrolls) Online AU where Celia is the Vestige. Random girl who has her soul yanked out by Mannimarco and given to Molag Bal and gets so pissed she bides her time and builds up power and spite and fury until The Appointed Hour comes for her to make a beeline right for them and sock the shit out of them. Michelle goes along for the ride because she wants to help but also because That's Hot.

[ddejavvu]

'oh, you LOVE me!' - send me a request for a baby blurb! give me a character, and a plotline, and i'll write you a little fanfiction :)

The team visiting Spencer for one reason or another on their day off & reader opens the door (maybe even wearing one of Spence's shirts) and that's how they all find out Spencer is in a relationship?

The doorbell rings, and even if Spencer weren't hobbling around on crutches with a rolled ankle, you'd have bolted to answer the door. You've got new shoes coming, a treat from your boyfriend himself, and they're set to arrive today before 9PM. It's 6, and you're eager to finally put them on.

However, it's not the mailman at the door, not unless the US Postal Service has gotten a huge budget increase. The man that stands at the door is dressed in a fine suit, something you're sure cost more than double what your shoes had, and he seems mildly surprised to see you behind the door.

There's a posse of people behind him, and you wonder if this is some sort of special delivery system. But no one seems to have your package, and you tilt your head at an angle, "Can I help you?"

His eyes narrow infinitesimally, curiously, "Yes, we're here to see Dr. Spencer Reid," The man speaks up, his voice deep and smooth, "Did we have the wrong address?"

"No- No! Hotch," Spencer shouts from his place on the couch, and you hear the clatter of crutches, "Hotch, wait!"

"Spencer," You gush, ditching the door to make sure he doesn't tip himself over in his sudden pursuit of his callers, "Spence, go slow, you'll trip."

"I'm fine," He pants, moving as fast as he can to the door, his cheeks unusually rosy, "Uh, what- what do you guys need?"

Upon sighting him, the rest of the people behind the door exchange glances with each other, like they hadn't quite believed just his voice. You're hovering awkwardly behind Spencer now, looking up at your houseguests curiously, and waiting for them to speak.

"We brought you cookies," A blonde woman behind the man in the suit pipes up, hands decked out in jewelry as she brandishes a ziploc bag of treats, "And- and Morgan has medical tape he thinks you should use on your ankle, and JJ made a casserole, and we just wanted to make sure you were okay."

"I was going to offer to hire you a live-in nurse," An older man pipes up from the back, a suit jacket draped over his shoulders, glancing back at you with a small smirk, "But I'm not sure that's necessary."

"Thank you for the stuff." Spencer reaches out for the bag, keeping his crutch stabilized beneath his shoulder, "Y/N, can you- the casserole, um-"

"I got it," You jump forward to help, taking a dish from another blonde woman standing beside the first. The bottom is warmed, and she smiles kindly at you as she passes it off, nodding at your thnaks.

"Here's the tape," A man pipes up, muscles straining the t-shirt he's wearing as he sets a roll of medtape over the foil on the casserole. He grins at you, and the expression shifts more into a teasing one when he speaks to Spencer, "Sorry for interrupting."

"Oh, you weren't interrupting," You shake your head, "Are you- you're Spencer's coworkers, right?"

At their round of nods, you readjust your grip on the casserole, "Would you want to come eat with us? We could-"

"Our apartment is messy," Spencer cuts you off, hand already on the door to shut it on their shit-eating grins, "Thanks for the food, sorry you can't stay. See you tomorrow."

He shuts the door without offering them another word, and you gasp, "Spencer! That's rude, open the door!"

"They are relentless," Spencer locks it, heading towards you and backing you against the kitchen counter where you set the casserole, "If you let them in, they'll tease us both until our ears bleed, angel. They're not offended, and you can meet them some other time," He promises, kissing your forehead where you stand frowning at him, "When we're at someone else's house, and my ankle is healed so that we can run to the car and leave early when they lay into us."

[kabie-whump]

♡ Day 15: “Who did this to you?” ♡

@febuwhump

Content: Hazbin whump fanfiction, Angel Dust whump, aftermath of violence, implied choking, overdose mention, very minor references to SA (it’s not much but it is angel dust so,,,)

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The call comes late, late enough that Husk is getting ready to shut down the bar and go to bed. All the other hotel residents have been asleep for hours. Well, all of them except for Angel.

He still hasn’t come back. It’s not unusual for him to slink through the front doors in the small hours of the morning, makeup smeared and knees weak, and Husk has made a habit of being there behind the bar when he does.

But he’s still not back.

Husk’s phone rings. He considers not answering for a moment. At this hour the odds are it's just some drunk prank caller. But he checks the contact anyway, just in case.

It’s Angel.

When he answers he’s immediately overwhelmed by the sheer amount of background noise: loud voices and thumping music and squeaking leather.

“Kid? You there?”

There’s nothing for a moment, and Husk starts to think that maybe Angel had just butt-dialed him.

Then, “Husky…”

Angel doesn’t sound good. He never calls Husk that particular nickname unless he’s in a bad way (or flirting his ass off, but Husk considers those to be the same thing).

“I needya to come get me.”

Husk doesn’t waste any time. “Where are you?”

It’s a long walk but a short flight to a seedy club across town - closer to the studio than to the hotel. He lands outside and can already hear the music pouring from inside. Through the open door he can see a writhing mass of sweaty bodies, entirely too many for a place of this side. Husk takes a deep breath, steeling himself to shove his way inside.

He hates this sort of place, but he’ll do it for Angel. If the spider’s wasted enough to actually need help getting home… Can dead people overdose? Husk doesn’t want to find out.

“Husk.”

Angel is sitting against a nearby wall, knees tucked to his chest. Husk hadn’t even seen him at first; he’d managed to make himself so small and unassuming despite the way his white fur nearly glows against the dark backdrop. 

“Thank fuck,” Husk says as he goes over to Angel. “I really didn’t wanna go in there.”

And then Angel picks his head up to look at him and a stray beam of neon light illuminates the quickly forming bruise around his eye. 

Husk goes silent, rushing over to Angel and holding his face gently, not missing the flinch as he lifts his chin to get a better look at the damage. Blood streams from his nose down to his split lip and then down his chin where it’s started to dry on top of hand shaped bruises. He’s shaking and his eyes are wide and watery and more full of fear than Husk’s ever seen them.

His cheek is scraped and dirty, and an image comes to Husk’s mind without his permission: Angel, being shoved face first into a wall-

Husk isn’t in control of the wave of anger that crests over him. 

“Who did this to you?” he growls, shocking himself with the intensity in his voice. He hasn’t expressed anything but apathy and annoyance in so long, maybe not since his overlord days.

Angel blinks, surprise flashing across his face. “I-I don’t know. It was dark. I was wasted.”

Sinners have started to take notice of Angel’s presence, sending long looks their way as if trying to decide whether or not they’d get anything out of butting in. Husk subconsciously extends his wings, slielding Angel from view.

“Do you remember what they looked like? Are they still in there?”

Angel shakes his head. “I just wanna get outta here. Please, Husky.”

Husk breathes heavily, forcing himself to calm down. Angel doesn’t need a guard dog right now. He needs a bartender. 

“Alright.” He stands, offering his hand to Angel. “Let’s go home.”

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

[rottenpumpkin13]

There are plenty of reasons to get back on Zack, of course. BUT with number of accidents caused by Genesis, ASZ + Lazard definitely need to plan something bigger to get back on him as well.

The Stolen Books Prank

[Lazard dials up Genesis' number from a throwaway phone. Sephiroth, Angeal and Zack are standing behind him. It rings five times before Genesis picks up]

Genesis: Hello?

Lazard: Good morning, am I speaking to Mr. Genesis Rhapsodos?

Genesis: This is he. Unless you're a crazy fan....in that case, this is Sephiroth speaking.

Lazard: I'm calling from the Midgar Police Department. The Shinra Electric Power Company put me through to you.

Genesis: That's.... not good.

Lazard: It isn't. I'm calling to inquire about a stolen lot of books. The Loveless bookstore in Sector eight was broken into last night—

Genesis: Oh no! That's awful!

Lazard: —And an entire lot of rare and expensive one-of-a-kind copies of the book Loveless were stolen.

Genesis: How dare they!? I was waiting for that shipment to come in!

Lazard: Well, Mr. Rhapsodos, the problem is multiple eye witnesses and anonymous tips are pointing you out as the suspect.

Genesis: WHAT? ME? AS IF! Do I really seem like the kind of man who would need to steal? I'm financially well off, mind you, and I wouldn't dare steal from a book store of all places. Let alone the Loveless bookstore in Sector eight!

[Knowing what's coming, Angeal slaps his hand over Zack's mouth. Sephiroth has to step away from Lazard so his laughter doesn't echo]

Lazard: We have you on video breaking into the establishment, loading up a truck with the stolen merchandise, then speeding off and breaking several traffic laws.

Genesis: WHAT? WHEN?

[Sephiroth starts laughing uncontrollably in the background]

Lazard: This was last night.

Genesis: THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE! I WAS AT HOME LAST NIGHT.

Lazard: Were you with anyone who can vouche for you?

Genesis: Well....no? But I can prove it! I was writing last night, and the program I use shows you the time each paragraph was written. And I was up until at least 2 AM.

Lazard: What were you writing, Mr. Rhapsodos?

Genesis:

Lazard: Sir? Can you hear me?

Genesis: Do I have to admit to this?

Lazard: You're potentially facing some serious charges.

Genesis: Fine! Fine! I was writing Sephiroth reader-insert fanfiction!

[Angeal has to bolt out of the room before he laughs too loud. He drags Zack with him, who has since turned red]

Lazard: Oh? And you were up writing until 2 AM, correct?

Genesis: Yes.

Lazard: Unfortunately the crime happened at 3 in the morning. We'll be dispatching an officer to the Shinra building shortly. The higher-ups are aware that there is a warrant out for your arrest. I ask you that you do not try to run—

[Genesis hangs up abruptly]

Sephiroth: Did he hang up?

Lazard: I think so.

[Sephiroth's phone starts ringing. He looks at the caller ID and sees Genesis' name flash across the screen. He places a single finger against his lips, telling Lazard to be quiet as he picks up]

Sephiroth: Yes, Ge....

Sephiroth: Genesis. Genesis, slow down.

Sephiroth: Please stop crying.

Sephiroth: You can't move to France and change your name to Pierre, Genesis. That's evading an arrest and another crime on its own.

Sephiroth: Genesis, you can't desert SOLDIER, either. All of your solutions are crimes. Why don't you get a lawyer?

Sephiroth:

Sephiroth: I hardly think the timestamps on your erotic fanfiction about my person are going to help you.

Sephiroth:

Sephiroth: This is not the time to explain the plot of your writing to me, Genesis.

Sephiroth: Gen–

[Sephiroth covers the phone with one hand]

Sephiroth: He's just listing kinks, what do I do?

[He places the phone to his ear again]

Sephiroth: Genesis, I don't even know what barebacking means.

[Lazard loses it and doubles over cry-laughing]

[writergeekrhw]

Hi, Robert! Long-time fan, first-time caller here; got a twofer for you.

1) It was pretty evident early on in DS9 that Shakaar was supposed to be the name of the Bajoran resistance, which I always liked...& then somewhere along the line, that got...forgotten? Ignored? Co-opted? and we ended up with it being the name of Some Guy who quite honestly had the personality of tapioca. So my question here is if, to your recollection, was a conscious decision or more of a "hey, this is a Bajoran word, let's use it", or a case of just plain forgetting? (It's a minor sore point for me, because having an actual name other than "the resistance" gave Bajor a richer, fuller feel.)

2) Have you (or any other of your Trek colleagues) ever come across something written by a fan that's explained or fleshed something out so well, you've had an "oh, you bastard, that's so good, that should've been my idea" moment?

Pretty sure Shakaar was always a guy. I don't remember any of us ever intending "Shakaar" to be the Bajoran word for the resistance... but it's been a long time, so maybe I'm forgetting something. Or maybe the earliest mentions of the name were ambiguous enough it could be read either way.

The only one I can think of is the idea that we should have introduced Ziyal at the very beginning of the show and made her, Jake, and Nog a trio. Mostly, though, I don't read fanfiction for legal reasons.

[tenderlywicked]

Good Omens fanfiction rec list

Is it time for me to start another rec list? Hell yeah!

NEW All Lines Are Open by FeralTuxedo, TawnyOwl95

Summary:

Anthony Crowley, bored host of a trite call-in radio show on Tadfield FM, has very few pleasures in life beyond annoying his long-suffering producer Aziraphale. When a caller reports suspicious activity at the abandoned Tadfield Manor, Crowley is determined to investigate, dragging Aziraphale along. Both of them are going to get more than they bargained for.

A local radio AU

NEW And the Devil Makes Three by stereobone

Summary:

"Are you…" Crowley holds the word on his tongue a moment. "…jealous of Satan?"

"Now that would be just ridiculous," Aziraphale says.

But he doesn't say no.

Be Ye Therefore Merciful by AmberDiceless

Summary:

(2005) Crowley does something utterly unexpected, and Aziraphale must face an opponent who cannot be thwarted. Hints of pre-A/C.

Chemistry by Twilightcitysky

Summary:

Aziraphale and Crowley have been living among humans for 6000 years, but there have always been parts of the human experience they've chosen to avoid (like allergies, head colds, and having to use the loo).

They've also never let hormones get in the way of making rational decisions, because they didn't have any hormones to speak of.

That's all about to change.

Connectivity Issues by maniacalmole

Summary:

One minute and twenty-three seconds before the whole mess began, Aziraphale received a message.

"Heaven and Earth are currently experiencing connectivity issues.

Miracles may be temporarily unable to function.

We appreciate your patience while we work to resolve this matter."

Aziraphale instantly got a headache.

Demonology and the Tri-Phasic Model of Trauma: An Integrative Approach by Nnm

Summary:

As soon as Aubrey Thyme, psychotherapist, had opened her office door and seen her new client, Anthony J. Crowley, sitting in her waiting area, she was observing and assessing him. At first glance, she paid attention to the following:

--His clothing was expensive and stylish;

--He wore very strange but noticeable cologne;

--His relationship to the seat he occupied could only, very loosely, be described as “sitting;”

--He looked angry;

--He was wearing sunglasses.

What Aubrey Thyme, a professional, thought, upon first seeing her new client was: you’re going to be a fun one, aren’t you?

Factory Settings by Anonymous

Summary:

Crowley gets reinstated as an angel.

First Thing In The Morning by FeralTuxedo

Summary:

Aziraphale Fell, erstwhile nerd, now successful fantasy author, is signing books at this year’s Heaven and Earth convention when he spots a red-headed man in the crowd. Someone he hasn’t quite been able to forget since his school days. And as luck would have it, Anthony Crowley, former troublemaker, now responsible adult, seems keen to reconnect.

Gently, gently by what_a_writer_wields

Summary:

Heaven is cold and lonely. Hell is filthy and crowded. Aziraphale badly needs to be touched; Crowley needs fresh air, and light, and space. They can’t seem to connect on days after they’ve returned from their respective head offices.

NEW If Not Now, When by ineffablefool

Summary:

Anthony Crowley has learned by now that anything that makes him happy will be temporary at best. His quietly desperate routine is challenged when he happens to strike up a conversation with a customer at work, and he starts realizing three things, in this order: 1. oh huh this Aziraphale guy is actually interesting; 2. he can't stop embarrassing himself by accidentally flirting with him; and 3. oh no this Aziraphale guy is actually extremely attractive what do I do.

NEW I'm the treasure baby, I'm the prize by stereobone

Summary:

"Are you working for Mrs. Sandwich?" Nina asks.

"No," Crowley says. "Well, yes. Well, define 'working'."

--

Or, Crowley is very good at faking sex work, as it turns out.

Improvement Day by Twilightcitysky

Summary:

The time has come for Improvement Day, Heaven's decennial work retreat. The angels posted to Earth are relieved of their terrestrial assignments and join middle management in attempting to improve organizational operations right across the board. Typical activities include name games, trust falls, client-facing skill role play, and miracle budget workshops. It's loathed by all the Earth operatives- but particularly by Aziraphale, who always finds himself unable to fit in (no matter how many icebreakers there are).

This year, an angel no one quite remembers seeing before is on a mission to befriend Aziraphale, but it seems that the odds are against him. He has to contend with a networking-obsessed Gabriel and an unabashedly flirtatious colleague; Michael thinks he might be the next big thing in parsimonious celestial energy handling; and Sandalphon is sure he's seen him somewhere before. Meanwhile, Aziraphale's angry with him for showing up, the gold paint on his cheeks is flaking, losing a contact lens would mean a quick discorporation at the hands of four dozen angels, and isn't this just the story of Crowley's life?

The Injury Of Finally Knowing You by unpack_my_heart_with_words (WIP)

Summary:

Once in heaven, the angels do what they always do— a kindness.

The only blessing is that without his memories,

Aziraphale has no idea what he has lost.

Invoke by AlatusNora

Summary:

“Angel, can you stand?” Aziraphale blinked, but the world didn’t want to stick together. “Aziraphale, can you stand?”

He frowned. Confused. “Cro– Crowley?”

The demon shushed him with a hiss. “We need to go.”

Go? He hesitated, wavering. “Where?” He didn’t want to move.

But Crowley was insistent, tugging at his arm. “We’re going to get you home, promise.”

————————

In which Aziraphale is kidnapped, and Crowley mounts a one demon rescue mission to see his angel safely home.

The Loneli(ness) of a Wild Loch by Kedreeva

Summary:

Crowley has long enjoyed his peaceful, human life as the owner of a local pub on the shore of the Loch Ness. The only problem is that it's all a lie, and Aziraphale - the new cryptozoologist in town - has come to find the truth.

A Lot of Love and a Little Bit Dumb by LollipopCop

Summary:

Crowley came right out with it. “I want to love you so badly,” he confessed, his voice weak. “I really wish I could,” he said earnestly, his chest aching.

Aziraphale’s face fell into utter anguish and he gasped, a hand flying to his chest. “Oh, Crowley,” he said sorrowfully. “My dear, after 6,000 years, how can you be this stupid?”

Crowley stared at him, dumbfounded. That...was unexpected.

~

Crowley feels horribly guilty because he believes that he, as a demon, is incapable of loving Aziraphale back. At least one of them has an ounce of common sense...

Never Have I Ever (Been Myself) by FeralTuxedo

Summary:

Aziraphale Fell, BAFTA-winning actor of stage and screen, is bored. Bored of playing middle-aged divorcees in dull BBC dramas. Bored of answering the same questions on chat shows and breakfast television. Bored of keeping the real him hidden away.

So when the opportunity presents itself to collaborate with up-and-coming rock band Witching Hour, he takes it, against his own common sense and the condescending advice of his agent. Witching Hour’s mysterious guitarist Crowley, flame-haired, moody, and a good fifteen years his junior, certainly seems worth the risk.

A human actor/rock star AU.

Notoriety by RC_McLachlan

Summary:

As it turns out, Aziraphale has a bit of a reputation in Heaven.

"I-I beg your pardon? The Demon Tempter?"

Zadkiel gives an enthusiastic nod and leans forward. "I didn't come up with the name, but you have to admit it's rather clever! Because, you know. It's usually demons doing the tempting, but this time it's you! Tempting demons. Well, one demon."

"I don't—tempt." He doesn't technically possess a trachea at the moment, but it feels as though he does. One with something lodged rather firmly in it. "I've never—"

"You know what I mean." They wave their hands between the two of them in some vague gesture he doesn't understand. "You make the demon think you're on his side, that you love him back, and then BAM! You pull the rug out from under him, leaving him utterly devastated. And because he never learns, it just keeps happening over and over! It's monstrously funny. Wherever did you get the idea?"

One Night In Bangor (And the World's Your Oyster) by Atalan

Summary:

"All right, I know I'm going to regret asking this," Aziraphale says. "What exactly does this wager entail?"

Crowley grins like the cat that not only got the cream but has absconded with the entire cow. He grabs the bottle and swigs straight from it despite Aziraphale's tut of disapproval.

 "The pot goes to whichever demon can get an angel into bed by the end of the evening."

 AKA The Fic That Tumblr Made Me Write. Heaven and Hell share a corporate party once per millennium. This time someone's had the bright idea of issuing a challenge to the demons of Hell. Crowley has no intention of missing the opportunity; Aziraphale's just enough of a bastard to make him work for it.

Or Be Nice by charlottemadison

Summary:

Crowley and Aziraphale are neighbours. And...it does not go at all well, until it does.

A human AU in which Aziraphale is a bookseller, Crowley is a drummer, and they are both petty disasters in the worst/best way.

+++

“So what’s your deal?”

“My-my-my deal?” Aziraphale stammered. “I’m a bookseller, is my deal.”

“Oh,” Crowley replied, sounding as uninterested as it was possible to sound.

“It’s just, I couldn’t help overhearing, and --” Aziraphale swallowed hard. “You really are an accomplished musician. But I thought -- for after 11PM -- perhaps we could reach some arrangement?”

“Arrangement?”

Aziraphale felt his his smile turning forced. “Such as, perhaps, playing the drums *before* eleven? Instead of after?”

Crowley stared blankly at him. In fact he stared for so long that Aziraphale briefly wondered if he'd lapsed into ancient Greek again, which he was known to do in bad dreams or during panic attacks.

The Pillow Fort by Kalimyre

Summary:

Chronically touch-starved, Crowley decides to try one of those "professional cuddling" places. Aziraphale volunteers there for reasons of his own. Crowley gets attached far too quickly, but it's not as one-sided as he thinks.

A prize-winning philodendron by Elsajeni

Summary:

Crowley comes back three days later with a larger pot, a bright leafy vine spilling from it. “Here,” he says, brandishing the pot at Aziraphale. “It’s unkillable.”

“You mean you’ve done something to it,” Aziraphale accuses, inspecting the plant. It doesn’t seem obviously miracled, but...

“No,” Crowley says in a tone of enormous patience, “I mean it’s a philodendron.”

Put Out The Fire by Aleakim

Summary:

Aziraphale finds himself in a very awkward position as some sort of spell makes everyone merely glancing in his direction instantly fall deeply and desperately in love with him.

Absolutely everyone.

Well, apart from Crowley, that is.

And while both angel and demon search for a solution to this fairly unique problem, Crowley can’t help wondering whether Aziraphale might finally figure out some things he kept hidden for so very long.

Reflect What You Are by OwenAnnwn

Summary:

It's a year after the almost-apocalypse. Aziraphale makes Crowley go see a therapist.

“Have you been having any issues in particular?”

“Issues? Such as?”

“You tell me.” She could tell he had something on the tip of his tongue.

Crowley sat for a second, then blurted out, “He thinks I’ve been sleeping too much. He’s worried.”

The Rose and the Serpent by Atalan

Summary:

AU, retelling of “Beauty and the Beast”. Quite honestly, sending Aziraphale off into the forest to be held hostage by a giant snake in a cursed castle isn’t even the worst thing Gabriel’s ever done to him, and at least it means a change of scene. But then neither the snake nor the castle turn out to be quite what he’s expecting…

Rough Enough for Love by Nekhen

Summary:

“So, let me get this straight,” Crowley said, dragging that r a little for best effect. “Your librarian asks for an escort, and the first person you think of is me?”

When tabloid reporter Anthony Crowley gets roped into posing as the loving partner of their intern’s fussy librarian friend for an infernal wedding in the country, he has an inkling that he won’t come out of that little spot of bother unscathed. There is more to Aziraphale than meets the eye, and soon Crowley will discover that relationships are not for the faint of heart.

NEW Seamstress of Soho by GayDemonicDisaster (scrapheapchallenge)

Summary:

When Mrs. Sandwich spots a suspicious new guy apparently lurking on her turf, the misunderstanding leads to an unlikely friendship between the ‘seamstress’ and a demon.

Stay Here by maniacalmole

Summary:

Aziraphale gives up his shop for a good cause, but that means he needs somewhere to temporarily stay. And there's really only one person he could ask to store his most treasured possessions. Temporarily, of course.

Stitch Me Up by Get_Wrexed (unfinished, but good as it is)

Summary:

Dr. Aziraphale Fell is newly appointed as the Chief of the A&E (ER) at Celestial Harmonies Hospital in Lambeth, London. The crowd is a much different one than the patients that gathered at his previous place of work in the South Downs- and his coworkers are perhaps the oddest of all. Emergency physician Gabriel Winger seems to think Dr. Fell has robbed him of a position that was rightfully his. Beatrix Bealz, the trauma surgeon on call, doesn't look or act like a surgeon at all. And then there's that strange Head Nurse Crowley. So stand-offish with his coworkers. So sweet with the patients. A mystery, all together. Aziraphale can't help but want to solve that mystery- what physician can resist one?

Talk About It by hope_in_the_dark

Summary:

Aziraphale and Crowley have been best friends for sixteen years. Crowley's been in love with Aziraphale for almost that long. When Aziraphale tells his family that he'll be bringing his boyfriend to his step-brother's wedding, things get a bit complicated.

A Fake Dating AU.

Time After Time by iamtheenemy (Steph)

Summary:

“Ha!” Crowley said, pointing one of those long index fingers in Aziraphale’s face. “That wasn’t yesterday! That was Monday!”

It's the day after Crowley and Aziraphale thwarted their respective home offices and saved the world - and it keeps being that day again and again and again.

NEW Trial & error by fellshish

Summary:

The Metatron brings in the demon Crowley to stand trial in Heaven. For tempting an angel. Uhhhh. Awkward.

Vita Nova by AMidnightDreary

Summary:

“Angel, bloody hell. Hi. You doing okay? Do you have any idea what’s going on?”

It was quiet for a few seconds.

“I’m sorry,” Aziraphale said then, still polite, but a bit perplexed. “Who is this?”

Crowley, upon finding that Aziraphale does not remember him, is very much Not Okay with the changes Adam made after the Apocalypse That Wasn't. He can't do anything but try and make the best out of it, though.

Would I Lie to You? by FeralTuxedo, TawnyOwl95

Summary:

Anthony Crowley and Aziraphale Fell are rival team captains on popular comedy panel show Don't Lie To Me, where they exchange insults and banter to an audience of millions. But behind the scenes, a whole other game of truth and lies is being played.

A comedy panel show AU

Yes and Please and Thank You by WyvernQuill

Summary:

"Go to alpha centauri, for all I care! Go now, this very instant, and never return, do you hear me, Crowley? Never!"

Due to Crowley's firm conviction that "he need never know", Aziraphale has, for all the time they've known each other, been blissfully unaware of the obedience curse Crowley's been looping holes around since 4004 BC.

You can't really blame him, is the point. Aziraphale had no idea what his unthinking words might do, and is already planning to apologise profusely at dinner...

...which might get a little tricky, seeing as Crowley has just been sighted in the vicinity of Pluto, and has concrete orders to never show his face on earth.

Ever.

Again.

You're a dream, darling by Somedrunkpirate

Summary:

There are two very important facts:

1) Aziraphale is dead.

2) None of this is real.

-----

Crowley’s throat tightens. “My angel,” he says. “My best friend. He’s dead, you know.”

Aziraphale blinks and then blood drains from his face. “No, no. Crowley. No. I’m here. I’m right in front of you.”

“I know,” Crowley says. “Isn’t it amazing, what a dream can do?”

[chatsukimi]

Jujutsu Kaisen Directory

⟣ Drabbles. ⿻ Headcanons. ❀ Fanfiction. ↳ Albums (more fics)

SUKUNA ↳ malevolent shrine

❀ Flames: hell is a pit of fire for a reason ❀ Eternal: ten cursed fingers, born from the flame ⿻ Scars: they say it's where you were killed in your past life ⟣ All your pretty jewels: do with me as you wish- my love, my equal, my queen

GOJO ↳ currently referring call:: caller busy...

⟣ Midnight boy- Geto, Gojo, Yuta ⿻ Hockeyplayer!gojo x commentator!reader: who's this gojo, anyway? (jjk athletes) ⟣ dirty tricks: sparring with satoru is a pain above all else

NAOYA ↳ zenin estate, north gate

⿻ Weak for you: women like you lure men from empires

GETO ↳ currently referring call:: caller busy...

⟣ Polaroids: how could photographs deceive you so? ⟣ Midnight boy- Geto, Gojo, Yuta ⟣ ARE WE STILL FRIENDS?- coming soon

TOJI ↳ zenin estate, south gate. akita.

Moodboard ⿻ Streetracer!toji x wealthy reader: bet on me, baby (jjk athletes) ⟣ Streetracer!toji: can i borrow your last name?

ITADORI

YUTA ↳ grave of lovers

⟣ Midnight boy- Geto, Gojo, Yuta ⿻ Soccerplayer!yuta x soccerplayer!reader

CHOSO

⿻ Skateboarder!choso x popular!reader: the grade's ultimate unofficial couple (jjk athletes)

[blacktobackmesa]

Circus Peanuts - a Half Life VR but the AI is Self-Aware Minific

It's the middle of the night, and one eldritch horror calls another to talk about that clown cartoon. Canon to the Streamman fanfiction continuity, but exists on its own.

Written as part of my personal NaNoWriMo challenge to work on fiction for an hour a day.

“You’d tell me if I was like Caine, right?”

“...whu?”

“I–I  know it’s late,” The caller stammered. “Sorry. I saw you were up from your Discord… thingy. The… fuck, I don’t know works. Words. The green dot.”

“Status. The status thingy..”

“Yeah, you can tell I just woke up, huh? It’s nothing. Sorry–”

“No, no, don’t hang up,” the recipient cut in. “Commit to your bit. You wanted to ask about Cane’s.”

That made him laugh. Victory. “No, not Cane’s. Caine. The ringmaster guy.”

The recipient’s eyebrows furrowed for a moment, then raised to the brim of his bonnet. “Talking about the clown show?”

“Yeah, way to not make me feel goofy about it.” 

“Fuck. No, that’s– didn’t mean to sound like that. That’s a real question. You mean the teeth from the clown puppet show.”

“Yeah, that. That’s the… wait, puppet?”

“Cartoons are picture puppets, y’know?.”

“We can unpack that later,” the caller decided.  

“Was it a dream or just night thoughts? Or something else?”

“Dream.”

The recipient crossed one leg over the other and curled his finger around an imaginary phone cord. “You wanna tell me about it?”

“Mm. I don’t remember the whole thing, but I’ll tell you the important stuff.”

The recipient waited for a moment as his friend got his thoughts sorted. 

“We were playing something together, the whole team. There were some parts where it was streamed? But other times that wasn’t part of it, and it was hard to tell who was the host. But I must have gone through the wrong door or something, and I ended up in the Amazing Digital Circus. The place, not the… the cartoon. I mean, I guess it was in the cartoon, since it’s about the place. It really depends–”

“Did that matter?”

“What?”

“If it was the place or the cartoon.”

“I don’t know.”

“Keep going.”

Yeah, he could practically hear the eyes rolling. “Alright. Well, I was there. The team wasn’t. And I was kind of in Pomni’s role– you know, the jester girl. But she was there, too, so it was more like I was just the new guy after her.”

“It’s your self insert fanfiction.”

“Fuck, yeah. That’s… that’s legiterately what it… that’s not a word. Literally, legitimately what it was.”

“Be cringe and free.”

“I wasn’t free, though!” He almost laughed. “That’s the whole thing about the circus, you’re stuck there. And that’s why Caine does the adventures, right? He’s… I mean, there’s lots of ways to interpret the pilot, but that’s what I figured: Caine does the adventures so that the people trapped there have something to keep them occupied and fulfilled and all that. He’s not exactly, uh, sane about it, but he’s not trying to hurt them, he just doesn’t understand what it’s like to be them, he knows they need something to interact with and just makes shit up so they have something to do with their lives–”

“Ohhhh.”

“You get it?”

“Yeah. That’s fucked,” he confirmed. “Now breathe before you pass out.”

From the sounds on the other end, that’s just what he did. 

“So whuhappen?”

“It’s a little fuzzy,” the caller went on. “We had some task, but it changed through dream logic stuff. Something like finding keys in eggs. But my brain wasn’t fully locked into the dream logic, so whenever something changed it just fucked with me real hard. I was just freaking out about being stuck there, about not being able to go back home, what would happen to my kid and my apartment and…”

He trailed off. 

“And what?”

He took a deep breath. 

“You guys,” he finished. “What would happen to you guys if I was gone. That’s when… this is the part that fucked with me, I guess. At some point, even though they still looked and sounded like the cartoon characters, my brain decided that the circus characters were the Science Team.”

“Oh, cool. Was I the bunny?”

“Was–” he wheezed a little. “I don’t know. That’s not important.” “It is.”

“No.”

“Yuh-huh.”

“No, it wasn’t– it wasn’t a direct, one-to-one thing. It was more like the concept. The concepts got crossed. It wasn’t… I didn’t Kin Assign you guys.”

“Boo.”

“Ignoring that. It was around that time that Caine kind of disappeared from the dream, and I didn’t even notice until I woke up. Instead, I had to be the one who set up things to do to keep the circus team busy. And when I got into that, my mind kind of… stopped being about being trapped. The dream kind of morphed, the way dreams do. By the time I woke up, it wasn’t even about being trapped in the circus anymore. It was brainstorming for next week’s stream, just inside the circus. It happened so smoothly.” 

There was a lull in the conversation. The caller seemed out of steam. The listener continued to twirl their invisible phone cord.

“You wanna play Carnival Games for the Wii next week?”

“...No, Benrey. Not really.”

“Why?”

“...I don’t know. Motion controls.”

“You use VR legiterately all the time.”

“Heh. Maybe.”

“Maybe yes?”

“Look, just… thanks for listening.”

“Mm. Thanks for talking.”

[detectivecarisi-1]

The Senator’s Daughter Chapter 4 (Bodyguard! Dave York x AFAB reader)

AN: Good evening :) Can’t lie… seeing people reading this story, interacting with it, genuinely enjoying it??? Has me on cloud 9. It’s really the best knowing that people are enjoying this incredibly self-indulgent fanfiction I am writing. Last night, I saw that one of my favorite people on tumblr liked a chapter and I literally almost cried. Anyways, that’s life. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter! I am sure you can tell, but miss reader here definitely needs some therapy... but she’s gonna get dicked down instead

Rating: Explicity (18+ ONLY, Ageless blogs will be blocked!!!!) 

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: ANGST, slight fluff? mentions of smut, descriptions of wet dreams, reader has a panic attack, verbal abuse, slight SH behavior (the reader pinches her thigh to keep from crying), references to alcohol abuse, language, Age Gap relationship. This chapter is pretty tame, no smut, just lots of emotions. 

Prolouge Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3   

Dave is halfway downstairs, when he hears a high pitched, girlish scream followed by a thump coming from the living room. He instinctively starts to pick up the case, reaching for the knife he keeps in his pocket and speeding down the remainder of the steps, he’s about to turn the corner, when he hears loud, uncontrollable giggles.

He slows down, releasing a frustrated puff of air, and sees you laying on the floor, laughing, a real, genuine laugh, while… what looks like a snowball with a tail is doing everything in its power to lick your face. He smiles as he listens to you saying … absolute nonsense in a baby voice, before you pick the snowball up, kiss its head and cheerfully proclaim, “I can’t believe you’re back, baby!”

Dave watches for a moment, smiling softly as you grab a stuffed ice cream cone, throw it, and clap for the snowball when it chases it. Dave huffs in amusement as he watches the snowball lose traction on its own paws and slide to a stop.

“I swear, she loves that dog more than life itself,” Dave turns to see Senator Leland, smiling at his daughter on the ground, whispering so their presence continues to go unnoticed, “You may think the dogs been missing for a year or two, but she was just at the groomers this morning.”

Dave clenches his teeth to prevent his face from showing how adorable he thinks it really is. He watches you, so off in your own world, calling the snowball “the most precious little lady!” While rubbing its belly, the dog flopped onto her back. Finally, Senator Leland clears his throat, getting the attention of you and the dog.

Dave watches you turn, and your smile falls, your lips part slightly, eyes widening, you take a shaky breath in, but you don’t look away from him.

Why aren’t you looking away from him?

While you’re staring at Dave, like an animal caught in a trap, the snowball spots Dave, and sprints toward him, sliding to a step just at his dress shoes. He reaches down, offering his hand for a sniff, when the dog just immediately begins licking his fingers. Some guard dog you got…  

Mr. Leland’s phone begins ringing, he sighs, checks the caller ID, and he frowns, “Honey, you tell Dave about ‘love of your life’ yet? I’ve gotta take this, it’s an update on the polling numbers.” Mr. Leland answers the phone, swiftly leaving the room. You look down for a moment, clearing your throat, before smiling shyly at Dave, “that’s … that’s my best friend, my baby. Her name’s Peeve.”

At the sound of her name, Peeve looks toward you, and sprints back, hopping onto your lap. Dave furrows his brows, confused by the name, “Peeve?” You finally smile at Dave, still nervous, avoiding his eyes, “she’s my pet. My pet Peeve.”

You look up at Dave, a goofy, nervous smile on your face, just in time to see him returning your gaze, his face completely unamused. You feel like a fucking idiot, and your smile falls as you look away, going back to petting Peeve, before Dave lets out a breathless laugh.

He feels a pang in his chest at the way your face lights up at the sound.

Suddenly hopeful, you bite your lip and sit back against the fireplace, resting your arm across your knees, and he’s caught off guard by how… soft you look. You’re wearing an old William & Mary University hoodie, which looks a little bit too big on you, swallowing your body whole, paired with grey sweatpants, tied loosely around your waist. A pair of fuzzy socks with pink and purple dots on them covering your feet, and your hair loosely tied back from your face, with a rosy, pink scrunchie, a few stray pieces softly falling behind your ear, and laying messily across your forehead, perfectly framing the curve of your jaw and the plumpness of your cheeks. Your face is glowing, probably from the prior orgasm, but Dave also knows people well enough to see how exhausted you really look. Darkness and a little puffiness around your eyes, and your slightly lethargic way of moving.

After a while, Dave finally says “that’s the worst goddamn name for a dog I’ve ever heard” reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose to make a feeble attempt at hiding the laugh he can’t hold back anymore. You gasp dramatically, feigning offense, “I’ll have you know Peeve fits her name perfectly. Just you wait until you get perfectly comfortable in bed she just HAS to lay directly on top of your legs, and you’re forced to remain, perfectly still, in that same spot for the rest of the night!”

He blinks, chuckling under his breath, he turns to look away from the passionate argument for why Peeve is a pet peeve, to try to regain his composure. “Move her?” he responds, voice breathless with exasperation, examining the ornate detailing in the marbling of the fireplace.

“When Peeve is so comfortable? Blasphemy, Mr. York, how dare you suggest such a thing!” You lean forward, resting your head on your knees, eyes twinkling.

He turns around at processes the scene in front of you, Peeve jumping to rest on your tummy, you’re smiling so brightly at Dave that he swears he can feel his heart start to pound in his chest, like a boy crushing on the girl next to him in class.

The feeling startles him. He looks at you, pretty little smile on your face. So different from what he expected. But then… he processes how young you look. How soft, and innocent your smiling face is. As if all at once, he then remembers why he’s here. You’re just a spoilt little rich girl, taking advantage of the privilege granted to you. You could have it all, but you choose to throw it away for a few drinks and a bag of Percocet. His job is to make sure you don’t end up in jail, or worse, dead. He remembers your temper tantrum; he remembers the photos of you on TMZ.

He remembers how turned on he was hearing the soft moans you let out in your sleep… He remembers how in his fantasy of you, you listened so perfectly as you fell to your knees in front of him… he remembers how pretty you sound, begging for his cum.

As he gazes at you, he starts to process how your eyes look the exact same way they did in his fantasy. Big, round, innocent… so fucking pretty.

He can’t feel like this.

He looks away, steeling himself, clearing his throat, “Well… a dog’s a dog, Miss Leland. You can move her.” and he swiftly walks to the dining room, not bothering to look at you again. ——————————————————————— You sit there, defeated for a second, trying to comprehend the sudden shift in Dave’s demeanor. You frown … did you maybe take it too far? Well, you definitely did. You just met the man that morning, and you’re already waving a vibrator in his face. But to be fair, you never had a solid understanding of boundaries, and he was fucking with you just as much.

Sure, there’s this weird, undeniable sexual tension between the two of you, like a rubber band about to snap… but you can’t help but wonder if you’ve created this. if you imagined the look in his eyes when you whispered in his ear. like he wanted to devour you where you stood. or maybe you imagined the smile he immediately hid when you woke up from your (very fucking filthy) wet dream you had about him. but, you know you didn’t imagine the hard outline of his cock, straining against his black dress pants. you can’t deny the feeling of it under your fingertips as you lightly brushed across it. You know, he must’ve been just as turned on as you were.

then again… the human body is weird. it gets turned on to things the brain wishes it wouldn’t. and Dave clearly fucking hates you, that much is for sure. after basically stealing his life away and then having a literal fucking temper tantrum about it, honestly, you can’t even blame him. Not to mention, he’s probably more than twice your age, so why would he even bother looking at you in that way?

but then again….

you’re thinking yourself in circles. nothing makes sense, and you resign yourself to a feeling of hopeless confusion. flopping back onto the floor dramatically, you stare at the ceiling trying the deep breathing techniques you learned when your father finally agreed to let you go to a therapist. It’s all you really remember from your time in therapy. her name was Monica… and you loved her. but after a reporter followed you into the office and photographed you crying as you exited, the headline on the next day’s Virginian Pilot “Leland’s Daughter Breaks Down!,” your dad pulled you out and never let you go back.

later, you found out the reporter was the father of one of your acquaintances in high school… great. that did wonders for your trust in other people (obviously.)

you’re laying on the floor, four second inhale. four second pause. four second exhale. pause. rinse and repeat. Peeve lays down next to you, stuffed ice cream cone still in her mouth, as she offers it to you as a consultation prize.

God you wished that fucking worked.

before your head can clear and your heart rate can return to normal, you’re called into the dining room for dinner. ——————-————————————————

When you enter the dining room, your dad is still furiously talking on the phone. Dave sits awkwardly at the end of the table, looking frustrated, staring at the cabinet behind your father. His eyes flicker to yours for a moment before he clenches his jaw and looks away.

You try to forget how bad it hurts.

“Listen… I know it’s gonna be hard to cover up. But do whatever you have to do. I don’t care if you have to … well pay the fucking sheriff off if you have to! I don’t care!” your father hangs up the phone in an instant… it doesn’t take a genius to know he’s talking about you, and it definitely doesn’t take a genius to see how pissed off he is. He runs a hand through his hair, letting out a long, frustrated exhale. Before turning to you and giving you a tight-lipped smile.

You can’t find it in yourself to return it.

You begin to eat your dinner, chicken piccata with artichokes, served on a bed of simple, creamy spaghetti, topped with a heaping serving of Parmigiano Reggiano a side of a Caesar salad. You let the bright flavors of capers and lemon distract you from how much you’re feeling. How you’re somehow feeling so much, you feel nothing at all. All the intensity somehow just morphed into a feeling of acceptance, completely numb to everything happening around you.

You let your eyes flicker to Dave, who is staring at his plate, and he must’ve sensed you looking because he looks up at you briefly, before immediately glancing away, like you’re fucking see through.

Jesus Christ. Your foot starts to tap nervously, as suddenly the taste of parmesan cheese and creamy spaghetti noodles suddenly makes you feel nauseous. God… fuck this.

“Dad…” you blurt out, before you can even think about what you’re about to ask, and how bad it’ll make you look, “am I still able to go out? Or am I like… permanently banished to my room?”

Your father freezes for a moment, and you swear you hear Mr. York let out a sigh of annoyance. You watch him out of the corner of your eye, clench his jaw, and the soft eyes he gave you in the living room are long gone. He straightens up and looks to your father, waiting for a reaction.

“Sweetheart…” your dad starts, he’s choosing his words carefully, slowly and methodically speaking, trying his best to make this blow over as smoothly as he can, “are you sure that’s the best idea?”

No, actually. You’re not sure. In fact, you know this is a bad idea. You know this is probably one of your worst ideas. Less than 24 hours ago you were sitting in a Virginia Beach jail cell and got off solely because of your father’s reputation. But with how you feel like, at any moment you’re going to lose your fucking shit. How you’re seriously contemplating bursting out of this house and running into the cold Atlantic Ocean just outside your doorstep, just to get the fuck out of here… drinking sounds fucking incredible right now.

You can’t say that to your father, for … obvious reasons. So, you sit up a little straighter, clearing your throat, and pitching your voice up higher, just like you used to do as a kid when you would beg him to take you to 7/11 for a Slurpee after school, “Dad… I know what I did was bad. And I’ve learned my lesson. But, with Dave here, he can take care of me. So, nothing bad will happen again.” You look to Dave again just in time to see him roll his eyes at your performance. Okay, confirmed, he does see right fucking through you.

Your dad on the other hand… this always worked. He frowns… looks at you, thinks for a moment… “You can go out again. On two conditions.”

Fuck. Yes.

“One, you listen to Dave. Everything he says. If he cuts you off, he cuts you off. If he says it’s time to leave, it’s time to leave. You stay right next to him, the whole time. You do not leave his sight.”

You smile. Easy enough. You glance at Dave who is tapping his fingers on the table, his jaw tightly clenched, mouth pulled to one side, biting the inside of his lip.

Oh, he’s pissed.

But… like he said himself, the only two people Dave takes orders from is his boss, and Till Leland.

God bless Till Leland.

“Second, you have to promise me you’ll go back to school. You’re doing nothing with your life, and I’m sick of it. You need to start something. You can’t just make a career out of partying.”

Okay… that’s a little more difficult. You frown… “can I go to William & Mary?” Your voice is still in that pathetic, high pitched, whiny tone you pick up when you want something, and you’re vaguely aware of the way Dave turns to look at you, eyebrows pinched together in confusion.

Your dad sighs. Leaning down to rest his elbows on the table, resting his forehead on the heels of his hands “We’ve had this talk before, honey, you know, damn well, that if you end up going to anywhere other than Virginia Tech the President of the University will stop donating to my campaign. You know this.,”

Yes, you know this. But that still doesn’t stop you from trying to change this.

“I know, dad it’s just…”

He cuts you off, slamming his hand on the table, “See, you say you know this. You say you understand. But here you are still asking.”

Dave doesn’t show it, but he’s really fucking confused by the sudden turn in events. He’s never seen your father like this. This morning he was so kind and worried about you. Even when he yelled at he wouldn’t let you drink yourself to death, that came from a place of worry. Now, Till Leland is just furious. Dave watches as you recoil, as if you had just been slapped, and you look down at your plate, staring into it like you’re trying to completely remove yourself from being mentally present in this moment.

Till continues, “I caved when you just kept begging to study English Lit. Even though you know as well as I do that there’s barely any jobs. But I’m not caving in this. It’s Virginia Tech or you get out. You’ve ruined my campaign enough for one night. Honestly, you getting out would be doing me a favor, at this point.” After saying it he closes his eyes, breathing heavily, rubbing his temples.

Holy shit.

Even Dave can recognize that that was a little excessive. He looks to you, where you stay, staring into your plate of pasta, blinking away tears, breathing heavily. The silence in the room is defeating. No one moves, no one makes a sound, until he hears you, in a small soft voice “I’ll register for classes tomorrow…” Dave watches as you bite your lip, and bring a hand up to your thigh as you pinch the skin above your knee for a moment, you take a deep breath and look up at your father, “May I be excused?”

You get out of there before your dad can respond.

Dave takes a deep breath, standing to follow you out of the room, grabbing his plate, Mr. Leland holds a hand up, before sighing and resting his forehead in his hands.

“Dave… just…” He looks up at Dave, face sad and eyes slightly reddened, shakes his head, and goes back to eating his dinner, like nothing happened, “make sure she’s alright.” ——————-———————————————— The second the door to your bedroom shuts behind you, you let out a choked sob, stumbling until you collapse on the floor. Bringing your knees to your chest, you’re just trying to breathe. Four seconds in. Four second pause… and you can’t hold your breath for four seconds. Your heart rate is too high, your mind running too quick, your heart just fucking hurting too bad. You feel like your father reached into your chest cavity and is currently crushing your heart between his fists. The emotional pain you feel right now is so crushing, you feel it physically. You feel a heaviness on your chest you've unfortunately grown familiar with, but not used to it. You’re not able to breathe. Everything that has happened in the last 24 hours is pinning you to the ground, warranting you unable to even move. You just sit on the ground, crying in your hands, feeling your warm tears sliding down your palms, darkening the sleeves of your hoodie, the fabric cooling and chilling your wrists. But you don’t even care.

Your brain feels like mush, so much to think about leaving you completely thoughtless. All you know is you’re hurting and there’s nothing you can do in your house to stop it.

Laying back and staring at the ceiling, tears running across your cheeks, cool tears pooling into your ears.

You let them run.

You don’t bother to move when your head your doorknob turn, and the undeniable click of your door opening. You just stare up at the ceiling, memorizing the faint textured details on the ceiling. You don’t bother moving, even when Dave kneels beside you, his knees popping as he lowers. You miss the way his face winces at the feeling.

He examines you for a moment. Face swollen and glassy with tears, your eyes blankly staring into the ceiling. Your breathing, rhythmic, he hears you inhale for four seconds, hold for four seconds, exhale four seconds, hold for four seconds. You repeat this, over and over, not stopping, even he moves to bring you a tissue from the box on your bedside table.

He doesn’t say a word.

Neither do you.

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[miraculousfanworks]

Fanfiction Prompt

one day, marinette gets a phone call from a secret caller id. she ignores it, expecting it to be some kind of scam or prank, and lets it ring until it stops, and then forgets about it. until a secret caller phones again the next day, and then again the day after that. that day, she decides to bite the bullet and takes the call, ready to tell off whoever it is that's calling her. but the voice is strangely familiar to her. "hello, ladybug," it says, and all of marinette's blood freezes. "i am nathalie sancoeur. i am gabriel agreste's assistant, and your friend adrien's confidante." "... what do you want from me," says marinette, gritting her teeth, and preparing all sorts of plans for giving the earrings over to someone else. "let's start by talking about what you want from me," says nathalie, business-like. "i have no desire to out your identity anywhere. but i possess information that i believe would be incredibly valuable to ladybug and cat noir." "like... what?" "like hawk moth's identity."

Prompt by linerle

[bobbie-robron]

Robron Fanfiction Recommendations (Jan-2024)

The below were recommended in January 2024 on Twitter. Enjoy!

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