#finding you fan fic

[fangirlexpress]

Chicago Fire: Finding You Masterlist

Fanfiction link: TBA Plot: Bumping into ex-fling Gianna Mackey on a busy city street is the last thing Blake Gallo expected when he moved to Michigan several months before. Even more shocking? She acts like she has no idea who he is. When Blake finally gets her to admit she remembers him, she demands he keep his distance. And then Gianna suddenly goes missing a few days later, her car abandoned in a vacant lot, keys still in the ignition, and Blake becomes determined to find her at any cost...

Pairing(s): Blake Gallo x Gianna Mackey Darren Ritter x Nico Pavonotti (oc) Violet Mikami x Sam Carver

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[somnimagus]

My page for @sheikahzine; about Impaz's duty to her village, empty of people and full of memories.

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[prahacat]

when the horrors catch up and you take an evening off to batch-process

[journen]

Sketches for a fic I wrote. Domestic SoapGhost and Uncle Ghost with Joseph. 👀

[constantlyembarrassed]

Just Some Light Stalking

Summary: Penelope has been pushing Spencer Reid to get some form of social media for years. Suddenly, he has an Instagram acount? 

Paring: Spencer Reid x Reader

Authors Note: Hi! This is my first post! If you see this please interact :) I would love to meet more people in this community! Oh and the "..." show the change to the alternating story or time.

Warnings: None

Spencer had never been one for cell phones. Let alone social media. Despite Penelope's constant insistence, Spencer only used his cell for the occasional work call.

Yet, there it was. Spencer Reid's Instagram account. The profile wasn't blank. Minimal, yes, but not blank. The account had a profile picture, name, and, pronouns. But just one. One tagged post from its only follower.

. . .

"Pleaseeee," you begged. Your arms were tightly wrapped around his bisep, leaning all your body weight on Spencer. His opposite hand held your white heels and clutch from the night as you walked home. "It won't kill you, Spence."

"Actually, Mobile phones release radiofrequency energy, or radio waves, that can be absorbed by bodily tissues. In the past, studies have linked heavy mobile phone use to certain brain tumors. Not to mention the chemical effects-," Spencer began. Somehow, he still managed to use his hands (though full) while speaking.

"Spencer," you loudly interjected. Dragging out the "r" in his name as you spoke.

"Why is using social media so important?" He said, furrowing his eye brows.

"Because."

"Y/n, because, is the worst explanation you could possibly provide," Spencer chuckled.

. . .

Why would Spencer Reid have an Instagram account. More importantly, why was he not following his favorite tech analyst ... or JJ, Emily, Morgan, Rossi, even Hotch. His only Follower was someone named, y/n? Who was y/n? Why didn't Garcia know y/n?

Y/n. A college girl in Virginia. Class of 2025. Recent posts for the school rivalry game, her cat, her birthda- .

"Oh. My. God" Garcia said out loud. Her fingers had stopped typing to stare blankly at the screen. "Oh my god," she repeated. "Oh my god, oh my god!" Now she fully stood up, frantically shaking her hands.

The cover photo was your favorite of the night. The club lighting was dark, almost black. Purely lit by the disposable flash. Your dress was white, covered with blue and green flowers. You were blowing out the "21" cake candles. Spencer sat to the left, his arm resting on the back of your chair. A smile of pure adoration across his face as he watched you. The only post Spencer Reid's Instagram account was tagged in. Posted by y/n. His only follower.

Almost immediately, the line boomed,"DEREK MORGAN!"

"Whoa-Whoa, baby girl, what's wrong?" He said in a concerned tone.

"Did you know?" She spoke accusingly. "Did you know about her. How could you not tell me. Me of all people. I love love. I -" She said overdramatically.

"Garcia, you know I love you, but I have no idea what you're talking about." He replied, smirking.

"How, Derek Morgan, could you not tell me about boy wonder's girlfriend!"

. . .

"My man!" Derek exclaimed. He walked through the bull pen with an extra pep in his step the next mroning. Spencer grimaced at the call while sipping his coffee. "A little birdy told me something," he followed with a rythem in his voice. A large grin was spread on his face.

"Oh, Do tell." Prentiss said comming from the kitchen with a fresh cup.

"Pretty Ricky here, has been holding out on us." Derek said, gesturing to Spencer.

"Holding out?" An anoyed Spencer replied.

"Spencer Reid's got a girlfriend." Derek declared.

Spencer's shock manifested as he almost spit out the coffee he was drinking, clumsily fumbling with the cup.

Once Spencer finally regained a shred of composure, he swolowed hard, licking his lips before frantically asking,"h-how did you even?".

"You may be the genius, but I know all." Garcia said, smirking at the good doctor as she headed to the round table.

[sugarpasteltmnt]

psssst— hey. you. I heard you like Leo Angst. How about a long fic filled with a fake death, feral behavior, easter eggs, & surprise guests?

After all—

Leo’s waited f̴̥ͣ̌̈́͠iv̮̱́̉͊̿ͨe̍̾ y̭̎̿e̖̺͒͐̏a̪͉̓͂̎r̢̳͔͒ͪ̏̈ŝ͚ to meet you

✨[read it here on A03]✨

Fanart Tag 🩵 Fan Animations Tag 🎬 ♫ Playlists ♫: The Neon Void [Instrumental] The Neon Void [Mixed Tape] Note! Block the tag "TNV Final Chapters Spoilers" to avoid a major spoilers!

[sunsoaked-living-blog]

Does anyone remember the name of the fic where Tim is from Crime Alley and wasn’t born a Drake, but squatted in Drake manor and when he got busted by the bats he just stole the identity of Timothy Drake???

And JASON was the one to figure out he was born and bred crime alley bc of the death via toaster prediction a back alley psychic gave Tim???

Edit:

FOUND HER

Truly peak unhinged Tim Drake behavior

So glad I found it. Man is about as of balanced as a regular ole Gotham rouge. He just happened to hyper-fixate on the Bats

[pencilofawesomeness]

“I made her feel powerless, I knocked her down and— and she still makes me feel scared.” —Satoru, So Find One And Seize It, Chapter 5

So a consequence of rereading Chapters 4 and 5 of SFOASI from The Odyssey series by the utterly incredible HotCocoaaa ( @biscaanii ) and then listening to Hawk in the Night by Maddie Buckley soon afterward is getting immediate brainrot for the most depressingly brutal piece I could start 2024 with. It worked too well for the Gojo Clan, especially Cocoa's rendition of Satoru and his grandmother, Akemi. She's a terrible woman and she fascinates me.

Go read this series guys it's so great—

[officialaemondtargaryen]

Age Of Consent [part three]

Summary: Dustin’s older sister thinks Eddie Munson could be a bad influence on her younger brother due to their history. Can he change her mind?

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Henderson!Reader

Word Count: 1,784

What you’ll find in this series: big angst, wholesome fluff, sexual content, and a lot of profanity.

A/N: When you write an entire chapter and then it doesnt save so you have to write it again from memory. Anyways, how about a little Eddie POV? Pretty sure we can categorize this as a slow burn. Thank you so much for sticking with this little story. Enjoy this next part and if you would like to be tagged, please let me know!

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Eddie couldn't stop thinking about you.

He was hopeless, unable to concentrate on anything else. After two years, he thought that he had managed to get over it, but the moment he heard your voice that scar on his heart split right open into a festering wound, once more.

His fingers tapped against the lunchroom table as he waited for Dustin, wanting an explanation. Why were you there? What did you want from him? Was this some sort of sick joke? Did you just want to torment him? Make fun of him for still being in high school like a fucking loser?

He eyed your brother as he approached the lunch table.

The moment that Dustin had sat his tray down, Eddie grabbed him by the shirt collar and pulled him away from the crowd. The younger boy was absolutely terrified at this point, having not a single idea of what was about to happen. He liked Eddie, but he didn't really know Eddie, and he did not want to be punched in the face over a misunderstanding that was most likely your fault.

Eddie's eyes were menacing, squinting at his curly-haired friend before he address him, "Henderson," he almost growled.

"Eddie." Dustin gulped.

"You want to tell me what your goddamn sister was doing here last night after Hellfire?" Dustin's mouth gaped open, his mind desperately trying to find the words. "Now, Henderson!"

"S-She uh, she said that she d-didn't want me to be a part of the club!" He stuttered. "So I uh- I invited her to come out and meet you and see that you weren't as bad as some people say, b-because you're a totally nice guy."

Eddie sighed. Reality had hit him like a brick as he realized that you still hadn't told your family that the two of you had dated. Hell, you hadn't even told them that you knew him. Not even after Dustin had told you that he was part of the Hellfire Club, which, to Eddie, would have been the perfect opportunity, even if it was two years too late.

"She really never told you," he muttered quietly. "Figures."

"Told me what?" Dustin asked.

Should he out your secret? God, did he want to, if only just to annoy you; cause an issue in your otherwise perfect little life and force you to confront the past that you so desperately tried to run from. You had your reasons, you made them clear, but Eddie still carried this smoldering torch that he just wouldn't let burn out. He always would.

"Oh my God," a realization washed over Dustin's face as he figured it out. "You dated my sister, didn't you?"

Eddie said nothing, but it was all over his face.

"Gross!" Dustin shrieked. "Ew, you dated my sister."

"Yeah, and she broke my goddamn heart." Eddie ushered his younger friend back to the table. "In fact, she was very clear that she never wanted to see me again, ever, so imagine my surprise last night when she just- just showed up like it was the good ol' days."

"Dude, I had no idea."

Eddie's expression softened. This wasn't Dustin's fault, at all. "I know, man. I know you were just trying to advocate for me. I appreciate it."

"What happened between the two of you?"

"That depends on who you're asking, I'm sure."

"I'm asking you," Dustin replied curtly.

Eddie knew that offloading all of his pent-up emotions was probably super inappropriate, but it's not like he had anyone else to talk to about it. Except for Wayne, but his uncle had already heard him crying in his pillow enough times to get the gist of what had happened. The countless sad songs that Eddie had written, and practiced out of his bedroom, basically told the entire story from start to finish so Wayne never needed to ask.

"For starters, she didn't want to tell anyone we were together," He began. "Which, let me be clear, I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy; the feeling that you're not good enough, but you're just so fucking in love you're like- whatever, babe, whatever you want. You know?"

Dustin nodded his head despite the fact that he most certainly did not know.

"She said it had something to do with my 'life choices', but that is such bullshit, man. I know that the real reason is that I wasn't able to graduate and she didn't want to be with some lame asshole who was stuck in high school. Whatever, it was inevitable. She was going to go off to college and meet some normal dude who she could take home to the family and wouldn't hold her back."

He knew he sounded pathetic.

"It doesn't matter, dude." He waved a hand in the air. "It was years ago. Shit's in the past. Just, for my heart's sake, please keep her away from me. No more surprise visits, okay? Shit almost killed me."

"What!? No." Dustin exclaimed dramatically.

"What do you mean, no?"

"You're obviously still in love with her." The younger boy accurately noted. "As gross as that is, you totally are."

Eddie hated how a fourteen-year-old kid could see right through him like he was made of glass. He hated it and at the same time was mildly impressed. How is it that this kid- this child- who didn't know a goddamn thing about love, have it all figured out? No matter how much of a facade he tried to put on, it was just that painstakingly obvious that he just wasn't over you.

"So?" Eddie said, his voice small.

"So, get her back."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Get. Her. Back." Dustin emphasized, shrugging his shoulders like it was no big deal whatsoever. "It's simple."

"I don't think you really understand, Henderson. Your sister made it very clear that she never wanted to see me again, let alone be with me again."

"So why'd she agree to come to Hellfire?" The younger boy asked innocently. "Maybe she's still in love with you, too."

Eddie laughed dryly, "No, no- see, that's where she and I are different. She never loved me. Not really, anyways."

Dustin sighed and sat his sandwich down on the tray in front of him before placing a hand on Eddie's shoulder. "Listen, Munson." He said frankly. Eddie was incredibly confused. "What I'm about to offer is for a limited time only, so if you're interested, I suggest you take me up on it. I can help you get her back."

Fuck, he hated your brother's confidence. It gave him hope. He was a pessimist by nature, so he knew that it was most likely false hope, but it was hope nonetheless. If there was even the slightest chance that Dustin was right, Eddie had to take it. He was already a fool, but not taking a chance on the one thing that he wanted more than anything- that would just make him plain stupid.

"How?"

That was all Dustin needed to hear. He spent the rest of their lunch block calculating ways to put you and Eddie in the same place at the same time. He rambled off a schedule of your day-to-day activities; your work schedule, when you usually took lunch, what stores you liked to shop at, your jogging route, and what you did on the weekends.

"We go to Antonio's for pizza every Wednesday night around 6:00," Dustin mentioned. "You could conveniently be picking up dinner for you and your uncle around that time."

Sure, it sounded a lot like stalking, but Dustin was confident that they would be able to chalk it up to coincidence and you'd be none the wiser. Eddie wasn't really convinced, but he figured he might as well trust the process and see if Dustin might be able to work his magic. After all, he said that he had experience with this sort of thing.

It took everything in you not to accost your brother the moment that he got home from school. You had practically been sitting in the same spot all day, waiting for him to arrive, knowing that the first thing he did this morning was seek out Eddie to find out what had happened last night.

From your room you heard his backpack hit the floor in the kitchen, followed by the sounds of the refrigerator opening and closing. You gave him ten minutes before you tip-toed down the stairs, stopping just around the corner to assess his mood and demeanor.

"I know you're there," you heard him say without even looking up from his textbook.

You sighed and cut right to the chase, "what'd Eddie have to say?"

"Not much," Dustin answered and you thought for a moment that maybe Eddie didn't say anything at all. "Just that you two dated and then you broke up with him because he didn't pass the 12th grade the first time around."

There it is.

"Of course that's how he remembers it," you muttered.

"Kind of shitty, if you ask me."

"Well, I didn't." You spat. "It's a lot more complicated than the fact that he didn't graduate, Dustin." It was just like Eddie to make himself out to be the victim. "Actually, that wasn't even an issue."

"So what was the issue?" He asked. "And why didn't you ever tell us?"

You combed a hand through your hair and sighed. "Because it was right when dad had just died, okay? Mom was already going through so much, I- I didn't want her to think that she had to worry about me lashing out because I was dating Eddie 'The Freak' Munson. You and I both know that sometimes it's just better if she doesn't know things."

Dustin could only nod in agreement.

"And it's not like it was a secret from everyone. The whole school knew we were dating." You argued. "And yeah, I broke up with him and it sucked. But you can't just pinpoint it to one thing, there were multiple things over time and I just finally decided that I had to do what was best for me."

"D'you miss him?" Dustin asked and the question surprised you.

"No!" You replied a little too quickly. "No. Absolutely not. The only reason that I agreed to go last night was because of you. I definitely do not miss him, that would be absurd."

You could tell that he wasn't buying it.

"Anyways, this conversation is over." You declared. "Keep going to your little club, I don't care, just- no more talk about Eddie Munson, deal?"

"Deal," Dustin replied with a smirk. "It'll be like he doesn't even exist."

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[writeouswriter]

Reading a fic that's so well written I wish I could close my eyes and just let the descriptions and atmosphere wash over me, but the dilemma with closing my eyes is, well, I then would not be able to continue reading this fic, now would I.

[skitskatdacat63]

I apologize for how incredibly specific and niche this is, but aahhhh whenever people call rbr Seb a "boy king", I can literally only think about this statuette:

1. Because I think it gives the same angelic but mischievous vibe as Seb

2. Because it is a statue of a literal boy king

3. The ringlets and big eyes.....

[waitineedaname]

“I’m the emperor. I could have a dozen alkahestrists on my doorstep tomorrow if I wanted. What I need, I only trust a couple people with.” He was being cagey, and Alphonse knew it. “Get to the point, Ling,” Al said, exasperated. Ling’s mouth quirked briefly in a smile, but he remained serious in tone. “I want you to help me bring Greed back,” Ling said, as though he were commenting on the weather and not talking about something that had haunted him for years. Alphonse stared at him, wide-eyed. A piece of eggplant slipped out from between his chopsticks and splatted on his plate.

if I want to read the content I want to see in the world, I'm gonna have to write it myself. please enjoy my "here's how greed can still live" agenda <3

[casadefreewill]

Alright, it’s been literal years since I’ve thought about these fics but I wanna read them again but have absolutely no clue how to find them so I turn to you, the people,

Has anyone out there read a supernatural fic where Dean, Sam, and Cas head into hell and have to travel through the different circles but as they’re down there there’s like a “crack” or something in Castiel’s vessel and hell starts to infect him?

And has anyone read a fic where Cas is starting to fall and is terrified because it’s revealed that angels don’t fall from Angel > Human but rather Angel > Demon, skipping anything close to human in the process?

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Hi! I saw what you posted and got the brainworms as well, so I drew the scene you were describing and turned it into a story boarded gif! (Kinda went the extra mile at the end). Also, forgive me if I messed up pre-calamity Abel as I was trying to draw this as fast as I could XD

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[pissfizz]

I remember why I stopped reading this fic oh my god