#i'm sorry it took so long

[lightweaver-chosen-if]

You know how there's fight, flight, freeze, and fawn? Well imagine an MC who's coping mechanism is to fawn (i.e. people please) out of trauma. ROs responses upon realizing this? Maybe MC's terrified of confrontations and so when they sense one coming up they try to fawn over the ROs :0

I ended up writing mini scenes for this one. I couldn't help it, this was such an interesting ask . . . I hope you like them aa

J "Why do you do that?" J asks suddenly, their brow furrowing slightly. You blink, caught off guard by their unexpected question. "Do what?" "Always agree with everything I say," J clarifies, their gaze unwavering. "Is it because you're too nervous to disagree with me? Or you just don't care enough to argue?" The bluntness of their words makes you flinch slightly, fixing your gaze on the ground beneath your feet. You open your mouth to reply, then close it again as you search for the right words. "I don't know," you finally answer honestly. "It just seems easier than arguing, I guess." J gives you a skeptical look. "So you'd rather go along just to avoid conflict?" You nod reluctantly, glancing back at them. You're surprised to see a flash of concern in their eyes. "Isn't that better than fighting all the time?" you ask quietly. J hesitates, studying your face for a long moment before replying. "Not if it means you're living a lie," they say, their tone gentler now. You bite your lip, considering their words. You know they're right; you've been compromising yourself just to keep the peace for so long it's become second nature. But at the same time, you don't know how else to act—it's all you've ever known.

A "Are you always this… enthusiastic?" A asks, resting their chin atop their hand as they peer at you curiously. "You know you don't have to do that, right? Nod and smile when I say things." You feel yourself tense, your reaction nothing short of instinctive. "Sorry," you reply hastily, mind scrambling for what to say next. You open your mouth once, twice, then close it again. Finally, you force out an explanation, albeit feeble. "I just want to seem… likable." The words feel wrong the moment they leave your lips—not because they're untrue, but rather that you hate how vulnerable they make you sound. They aren't meant to be heard by someone else. But if A notices, they don't show it. They merely shrug, turning away from you to gaze thoughtfully at a cluster of birds flying through the courtyard. "I think I liked you better when you were all broody and quiet." There's no bite behind the statement. In fact, it almost sounds fond. You must have imagined it.

L L furrows their brows together slightly as they consider you for a moment. "You're doing it again." "What?" you say, suddenly self-conscious. "Saying yes to everything I say. Like you're trying to make me happy," L says softly, a look of concern passing over their face. "Do I make you feel like you have to do that?" "No! No, that's not it," you quickly reply, trying not to sound too defensive. "I just..." L watches you, waiting patiently for your answer. You scramble for words, but all you manage are some half-formed syllables before trailing off. Finally, you give up and sigh, staring down at the ground. "I don't know. I just don't want to bother people. That's all." When you finally gather the courage to glance at them, L's frowning in thought, their eyebrows pinched together in what appears to be contemplation. "Who said that? That you'd bother someone?" You shake your head frantically, struggling to find an explanation. "No, it's—I mean..." "Okay, fine. But you don't bother me. If they bother you, then I'll bother them back. And then they can bother both of us until everyone's bothered equally." L's tone is teasing, but there's an undercurrent of seriousness in their voice that leaves no room for argument. "Alright?" It takes you a few moments to register the meaning of their words, and eventually, your lips pull into a faint smile; the tension in your shoulders easing slightly. "Alright." "I guess we should probably start bothering each other soon, then," you concede, finally meeting their gaze. L beams at that, the corner of their eyes crinkling.

[avonne-writes]

Reverie - chapter 7

Pairing: Buck x Bucky

Rating, word count (chapter): T, 7.8k

Summary: In a universe where soulmates share dreams, Bucky finds the way to Gale’s soul.

Link to the chapter

Excerpt:

Bucky nuzzled Gale's hair and smiled. “Bet you I give better hugs than Marge.”

He could feel Gale's annoyed exhale on his skin. “It’s not a damn competition.”

[rainbowcrowley]

sittin′ here resting my bones and this loneliness won't leave me alone

for @knowlesian

[empresskadia]

My personal headcanon is that Spartans have the most amount of respect for medics - or, in this case, corpsmans since they're marines.

It's one thing to fight against our extinction and making sure humanity doesn't go quietly. But to do that on top of helping those wounded by weapons that, in lore, are horrors in handheld form? To run into hell to help the not-yet dead? It's something I feel they'd respect that goes beyond rank.

I can totally see this as true, medics are a whole different breed on the battlefield. To see your teammates die is one thing, to try to help them through their suffering/patch them up and they still end up dying is another kind of trauma, and then for medics to keep going, only to repeat this over and over, they have the Spartans respect.

[shorukarts]

Could I ask for Fran’s of my AU “The Wolrd After the War” 🫣?

There ya go !!

I hope ya like it ❤️❤️✨

[north-winds1]

i wonder if you can draw my slugcat oc sprimkles ?

[summercreolefanfictioner]

Be best friends with Ayato(platonic friendship without romance) please

pov: you're Ayato's mortal bff / female equivalent

Prepare for trouble, and always make it double

A/N: I am actually having multiple requests of Ayato having a female bff but this one is platonic so might as well start off with this one.

you and Ayato actually didn't have a great start

and it all started when this bratty ore-sama was like pranking you during class (e.g. throwing papers at you which are meant for Kanato or trying to ruin your hair when he passes by your seat)

even switched out his name for yours so he could skip cleaning duty

it was a pain for you like you wish you could just throttle him

until you were in a basketball practice game with him

well since you're a member of Ryoutei's female basketball team, your captain decided to ask for Ayato and some male members for assistance with the gameplay

but turns out the game between you and Ayato turned serious

like the players are freaking worried the practice game would turn into bloodshed

and tbh you find him quite great in his basketball skills

but you still wanna throttle him tho

afterwards the relationship between you two went... okay?

like he doesn't prank you as much (but he still does cmon this is Ayato)

he actually didn't feel your murderous intent during the practice game and soon he became friends with you bcos he found out you listen to the same songs

even hangs out with you after school aside from club activities

you even found out he's a vampire and he thought your opinion of him would change

you were just "I don't care if you're a vampire. I will still throw the ball at you during the game."

"So you're not worried about me drinking your blood or something?"

"Ayato, vampires can't drink their prey's blood while playing a basketball game. Well, unless that's how you do things."

👁️👄👁️

I swear Ayato was dumbfounded at your statement but it made him kinda relieved

then it took you like a few weeks??? before you noticed how this one blonde girl looked at you

but it's not like she looks at you with contempt, it was more like she is confused and curious abt your relationship with Ayato

and you always see this particular girl around Ayato bcos he kept calling her by this stupid nickname "Chichinashi"

yep he likes this girl no doubt

so one time she approached you abt homework then when the two of you were left alone, she asked you if you like Ayato

"Do I like him like what?"

"Like... a boyfriend."

🙃😐

*cue vomiting sounds*

istg you just wanna ask her where she got that idea but since she was so curious and this looked like an important moment, you answered her

"*snorts* Please. I would rather kill myself than date him."

you found out this girl was Yui Komori and she likes the redheaded idiot

I swear you became their wingman

you even indulge on those days when you are around these two, watching them bicker like an old married couple

"I swear one of these days I'm just gonna see you two French kissing."

you have never seen them that embarrassed like Yui wanted the ground to swallow her whole while Ayato tried to retort like a sputtering child

you even shamelessly flirt with Yui to rile him up

like forget beating him in basketball cause the fvcker made your life miserable

might as well tease him for being head over heels for his blonde crush

Ayato even asks your opinion abt what Yui would like

"Can't you just ask her?"

"But girls like surprises!"

"Yeah, but they don't like stupid surprises so get your sht going."

you even defend Yui from other girls who diss her bcos she's always around Ayato

like Yui's just way better for you in your opinion

Yui even confides to you abt Ayato sometimes, like this one time he invited you to watch 50 shades of Grey movie cause he heard girls like Christian Grey but it just traumatized Yui

"I don't know what to say after that, Y/N-chan."

"Ah, just let it be. Man probably just thought you would like it."

but deep inside you're judging Ayato's poor decision-making skills

and for some reason, you just see them finally hitting off

but yeah nothing has changed

Ayato still comes to you when he wanna talk abt Yui

you just wait for the moment they're gonna hand you a wedding invitation

[insurged]

the strong is all that prevails. it's all that matters. it has always been a ruling factor for survival and really, it’s all grimmjow knows but it’s not always about winning fights like he’s always believed. he doesn’t know what the answer is just yet. he had always viewed the world easy and clean cut and he hates thinking so hard about anything… it makes him restless and when that happens, he’s found himself wandering to the human world more and more, to observe, think, and watch, in a form that he’s gotten much more comfortable in.

as part of his nightly rounds, it always ends at orihime’s home, the balcony door always open to welcome him in at the chance of him dropping by. at the moment, he’s deep in thought, wondering if what he was about to do was appropriate as his tail flicks back and forth lazily. he’s seen it in movies and it seems easy enough… he leans in, hoping his whiskers don’t wake her as he boops a wet nose to her forehead, holding it there for a moment before pulling away.

good night , orihime ( @rejekshun ) .

[imannanuy]

It's so good to see another edelys fan, they have been my favourite ship since forever, I draw them so much too hahaha. I don't know if you take requests, but if you are drawing edelys art recently, you should draw them cooking or dancing together. That might be cute. !!

they're dancing (ﾉ≧▽≦)ﾉ

edelys are so cute.

I'm also glad to see another edelys fan! there is not enough content for them. ><

[orchidsareforever]

Finally! The new chapter of Sweet Scent of Roses is almost ready for you and will be up tomorrow! 🌹 I can't wait for you all to get back into this universe and I hope you'll enjoy the next part of the story ❤️

[avonne-writes]

Reverie - chapter 5

Pairing: Buck x Bucky

Rating, word count (chapter): E, 8.1k

Summary: In a universe where soulmates share dreams, Bucky finds the way to Gale’s soul.

Link to the chapter

Excerpt:

“I thought you hated my jacket.” Bucky murmured through a smile against Gale's forehead.

“I do.” Gale's voice rumbled in his embrace. “But I reckon we can call a truce tonight.”

[cryptidvoidwritings]

9 with demelurina

hello you probably forgot you even sent me a prompt because it's been almost a year but i finally wrote kind of a ficlet and i hope you like it

Prompt: "should i cook today?" "i--don't trust you with my kitchen, babe."

Warm breath on the back of her neck dragged Demeter awake, floating from darkness to the grey morning light. Lips brushed over the lobe of her ear. Demeter smiled lazily. She curled back into the warm body tucked up behind her. Wiry arms pulled her in closer and teeth grazed down to the lobe of her ear, tweaking gently.

Demeter blew out an amused breath. “Lemme turn.”

Bombalurina’s arms loosened just enough for Demeter to roll over. They tightened again as soon as hazel eyes met hers.

“Hello,” Demeter said.

“Mornin’,” Bombalurina answered. Her voice was still sleep-rough.

“Didn’t think we’d get to sleep in today?”

“I’ll be back late-ish,” Bombalurina said softly. “Depends on how long load-out goes.”

“Oh, right. Forgot about that.” Demeter yawned. She touched her nose to Bombalurina’s playfully, letting her eyes slide half shut. “Better make the morning count, then.”

Bombalurina’s lips curled slowly. “Oh?”

“Mm,” Demeter hummed.

She leaned in. Bombalurina’s lips met hers, slotting together for a long, slow kiss – lips pressing softly together in the quiet still of the morning. When they finally pulled apart Demeter licked her bottom lip. Bombalurina’s eyes were shaded to near brown.

Demeter smiled in satisfaction and closed her eyes. “Should I cook tonight?” “I– don’t trust you with my kitchen, babe.”

“What?” Demeter’s eyes snapped open.

Bombalurina was already cringing. “Didn’t mean for that to come out so quickly.”

Demeter sat up, knocking Bombalurina’s arms away. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well I know you’re not going to break anything,” Bombalurina said hurriedly.

“So?”

“It’s... more about... using the non-stick pans? On the stove?”

Demeter stared at Bombalurina until she winced.

“It’s only that last time there was a fire.”

“I thought we agreed that wasn’t my fault.”

“You were... ah... passionate in your own defense,” Bombalurina said, with the air of someone hedging their bets.

Demeter glared at her. “So much for the morning.”

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Demeter skipped the end credits and started her third episode of Murder, She Wrote. Bombalurina was doing something in the kitchen that involved coffee– with cinnamon. Her favorite. When the various sounds of kitchen clattering stopped, Demeter crossed her arms and burrowed down into the sofa, determined not to accept any forthcoming apology. She focused on the screen, stubbornly watching Jessica Fletcher working on an archaeological dig until legs for days and a button-down shirt stepped in front of it.

Demeter grunted. Bomba knew what the button-down shirt did to her. “You’re blocking the TV.”

A coffee mug floated into her vision and back out as it was placed on the side table. Demeter looked down at it, then, finally, looked up. Bombalurina stood there, hands folded in front of her, looking pathetically sad.

“Alexa! What does–.” Demeter started. She paused, frowning. (Bombalurina tried very, very hard not to let her lips twitch into a smile but failed and frantically had to compose her face back into something sad). Demeter frowned harder. “What?”

Bombalurina managed to look even sadder. “What, ‘what’?”

“What is this?” Demeter asked, waving her hand in Bombalurina’s general direction.

“This is contrition.”

“Alexa!” Demeter barked. “What does ‘contrition’ mean?”

“Contrition is defined as sincere penance or remorse.”

Bombalurina choked on a giggle. Demeter huffed.

“Get out with your contritionalness!”

“It’s ‘contrite’, babe,” Bombalurina said.

Demeter threw a pillow at her. “Get out! Go dress!”

Bombalurina ducked away, finally letting out the laugh she hadn’t been terribly successful in containing anyway. “See you tonight!”

Demeter picked up her mobile and pulled up her messages with Munkustrap, typing furiously: How much should ‘contrition’ cost her?

[livingbythewords]

Chapters: 6/? Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Scott McCall/Theo Raeken Characters: Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Theo Raeken, Melissa McCall, Sheriff Stilinski, Brett Talbot, Original Characters, Noshiko Yukimura, Ken Yukimura Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Tragedy, Angst and Drama, Angst with a Happy Ending, Nightmares, Complex relationships, Trauma, Depression, there will be a happy ending I promise, Minor Character Death, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf)-centric, Scott-Centric Summary:

This day inevitably had to come. The day when Scott McCall, a True Alpha, broke his most sacred rule.

After a devastating tragedy Scott vanishes without a trace. The only person who understands his state of mind and makes an effort to find and save him is his former enemy.

[case-of-heart]

Nothing too risqué but what kind of romance novels and movies do you think Travis prefers to indulge in? He seems to me to want that emotional connection but maybe a bit horny too.

for books, i think he'd like the real cheesy stuff—the mass market paperbacks you'd find at the back aisle of a Goodwill with the creased spines and dogeared pages. he eats that stuff up like crazy. he likes the ones with dashing, heroic men he can project himself onto, like a handsome cowboy or chivalrous knight, guys who always saved the day and got the girl. poor guy just wants a little tender loving care in his life (but he likes his smut too. sue him)

he stays away from the more supernatural-focused ones, though. reading is escapism for him, after all, and they'd hit a little too close to home for his liking

-A

[capriciouswriter207]

Chapter 29: Through a haze

The next three weeks pass through a haze, at the end of which the inhabitants of the Caesar House receive some good news.