#it started with a silly thought about lemon and now there is a plot

[deikshen]

Just because I remember that smut used to be called lemon back in 2011-2016??, I think that fem!Shen Yuan would definitely use Peerless Lemon.

That would cause the whole internet calling her small tits? Yeah. A pic of Peerless Lemon's not-so-small tits was leaked "by mistake" with a mini Luo Binghe tank-top stretched taut over her braless breasts? Yeah. Would the internet go crazy over Peerless Lemon and the fact that she doesn't have litte lemon tits and heart-pierced nipples? Yeah.

Of course that's also the only pic fem!Bingge has to find Peerless Lemon, after falling into a universe where for some reason she is male ??? and married to a Shen Qingqiu ??? (surprisingly also male), who just sighs as if the fact that random Luo Binghes (plural) falling into his garden is an everyday occurrence, he sends his husband to put the kettle on, and gives her the long list of information to keep in mind to finding her soulmate.

And, since this strange Shen Qingqiu has never been a woman, he just can theorize, but for Luo Binghe finding the "Shen Yuan" of that world is extremely easy even without the Peerless Cucumber ID — There's a Peerless ID, foul written language, and an obsessive fanaticism for... well, her.

So, Luo Binghe only has a pic of pierced tits (because the fabric is so stretched it could almost be transparent), an ID, and the hope of finding Shen Yuan and finally being treated with the devoted love she deserves.

[cupcakeslushie]

Hi there, I love your stuff, I hope you don't mind but I wanted to do an ask the artist

Where are you from?

What's your favorite color?

How long have you been creating art for?

What drives you to make art?

What is your favorite piece of artwork of yours?

What is your favorite fan artwork that was done for you?

What character of yours is your favorite?

If you could go to any fictional world which one would it be?

Do you consider what will please your audience or do you just do your own thing?

What made you want to start your AU?

1. American! Southern girl, specifically.

2. You’d think it would be green with how it’s been my hair color for three years, and I’ve made it my signature on here, but it’s actually yellow! Like the really saturated, sunny kind! 💛

3. Oh lord. Um, since like 1st or 2nd grade.

4. I never really thought about it. I think I’m just a visual person. So if I have an idea, I need to get it on paper to really see it. I’m the same with movies, especially adaptations. I could never picture characters by reading them in books very well, but seeing them in movies I’m like, “oh okay, now I see what they were going for!” It’s also just fun. It’s my own story-telling method.

5. Fav piece of anything I’ve ever made would be one of my stained glass pieces, like my lemon one, that took me three weeks, and was one of my first bigger pieces. Digitally it would probably be my most recent dtiys cause I just don’t like looking at my older stuff.

6. Noooo!! I have so many, especially recently, that I’ve been gifted! I can’t choose just one!!! Seriously! I love everything I’ve ever been sent! I will say, I’ve been gifted a few fan fictions by now, that have had me like, mind blown—just because writing is such a thing that I’ve always admired and never really been able to fully grasp. If you’ve sent me art, it’s more than likely been my phone or iPad wallpaper, and if you’ve sent me fanfiction, I’ve probably read it no less than five times, and will continue to go back to it.

7. I mean, it’s Donnie. It’s pretty clearly Donnie. I try and be fair and love all the boys equally, but I’m not gonna lie, you all know it. It’s obvious. Just know, I’ll never ignore the others story wise 😜. But Donnie gets the most of my attention and my evil creative plots 😈.

8. Any world ever? Probably Fullmetal Alchemist—if I could actually be an alchemist. I mean, like come on—how cool is that? And like, yeah, you’ve got Father and the homucuous running around, but for the most part, the world is pretty chill and has the coolest rules.

9. The main chunks of my stories are really just what I want to see, but sometimes I can hear a suggestion and think about changing the trajectory of things. I’m always open to ideas, especially if I’m stumped on how it should go. I even change my opinions on the things I’ve established myself, I’m very open to changing a story if a better idea comes to me. I don’t think I’ve ever been like, scared to tell something because I think someone wouldn’t like it. If they don’t, that’s fine, not everything is for everyone, and some things only click with a few people. If I really want to tell a story, then I’m going to tell it.

10. It’s really so funny, because at the time, I was working on this short, post-movie aftermath comic about Leo learning to find a healthy middle ground between being the silly guy and a serious leader. But I was having trouble with the next part, so I decided to watch Arcane and doodle. I posted that little concept sheet, and it feels like…within days my inbox was full with people wanting to know more, and the more I answered, the more I was like, wait I wanna actually explore this. Tbh pretty much all my AUs have started this way. With just an idea jotted down, and then turning into something I couldn’t stop developing.

[rosanna-writer]

time won't fly (it's like i'm paralyzed by it) (6/?)

Summary: Every day, Rhysand wakes up next to Amarantha in her bed Under the Mountain. A prisoner, a weapon, a High Lord on a leash. He's been down there so long, it's starting to feel like time doesn't matter. Until one day, it doesn't. Feyre's death sends Rhysand back in time, waking up on the same day - over and over. Now, Rhysand must discover how to break the time loop, save his mate, and keep his sanity intact. A "round robin" style fanfiction with different authors. This work is meant to be read from beginning to end, but each chapter is written by a different author with their own spin on the time loop prompt. Warnings: canon-typical sexual violence, canon-typical violence, temporary character death Rating: Explicit

We've had one short Feyre death interlude, yes. But what about SECOND short Feyre death interlude?

I had so much fun giggling with the rest of @feysand-hivemind over silly ways to kill Feyre amid all the actual plot brainstorming we did! Much love to this group of unhinged goofball creative geniuses <3

Read on AO3 or find the chapter under the cut! The tumblr masterlist for the fic is here.

Watching Lucien bring Feyre back to the manor hadn't been enough to ease Rhys's mind. Even as he'd hunted the faeries who'd nearly gotten their hands on her—and enjoyed it—he'd worried.

He slipped back into the manor to check on her. And call it intuition, a gut feeling, or an impossible reason he might sense things about her that Rhys refused to even consider, but Feyre was awake. And creeping down the stairs.

Cloaking himself in shadow, he followed her, footfalls silent. She made her way down to the kitchen, completely alone with all the servants still out celebrating Calanmai. There were still a few hours left until sunrise, and Rhys was sure the denizens of the Spring Court were fully intent on wringing every last bit of merriment out of their very last Fire Night aboveground.

He couldn't blame them. He wanted to savor these rare few hours of freedom, too.

It had been so long since he'd seen the stars.

But more importantly, he wanted to see for himself that Feyre got back to bed safe and sound. Blissfully unaware of the revelry outside, with its undercurrent of frantic desperation, she was busy gobbling down half a loaf of bread.

And an apple. And a lemon tart.

Mother above, the girl could eat.

She grabbed a cookie next and practically inhaled it, so quickly that she began to cough. The coughs became strange gurgling noises. Feyre's face began to turn blue.

Before Rhys could react, she'd keeled over. Her breathing stopped. He stood there in shock, unsure what to make of the fact that Feyre had just choked on a cookie and died.

Right after the mermaid, too. Perhaps everything in the Spring Court was trying to kill her.

The thought made his insides twist as the world faded to darkness and time reset again.

He followed the same steps as before; the sequence of events was becoming painfully familiar. Rhys wondered how long it would be before he could follow them without even having to think about it.

No—he wouldn't let it come to that. He'd break them out of this loop well before that happened. He had to.

After the last disaster with the cookie, he followed her back to the kitchen after Calanmai again. And because Rhysand wasn't in the business of making the same mistakes twice, when she bit into the cookie, he called her name.

Rhys knew their encounter had frightened her, even if he had saved her from the picts. He did the only logical thing and used magic to distort his voice.

Feyre flinched. And coughed again. The whole thing ended again much the way it had in the last loop, and for the life of him, Rhys couldn't decide if seeing Feyre killed by a cookie—not even once but twice —was a message or merely some sort of divine punishment.

At least the mermaid had only deigned to attack once.

He tried again, misting the cookie before Feyre could get her hands on it. She merely choked on the lemon tart instead.

Casting a glamour to conceal the food just resulted in a head injury when Feyre fell off the step stool she'd climbed, utterly determined to find something to eat.

In the next loop, he barred the kitchen door. She managed to injure herself attempting to pry it open.

The High Lord of the Night Court accepted that he'd been bested by a cookie.

The world remade itself again, and Rhys didn't attempt to dissuade her from the kitchen. He kept his distance. She lived.

Perhaps that was the lesson behind all of this—that Feyre was better off without him getting too close. Instead, he set to work hunting the picts, and as Tamlin bit Feyre's neck somewhere in the distance, Rhys tried not to sink further into despair.

[demonkinguwu]

FANFICTION PROGRESS

This is an update since I'm back in a mental space where I can start writing again. [A bit of my personal thoughts at the end] I am continuing all of my current fics, none will be abandoned but some will be on a long hiatus before I get to them, so I'm sorry for the delay on those, but I'll most likely fix the aus they are based on. Now for the statuses of those:

The Witch Bride and The Groom Ghost: I will most definitely be finishing this one in the next coming year, I have been plotting it out and have all the chapter drafts finished. However, I will most likely be moving the chapter upload from once a week to once every two weeks due to the chapter length [boy they are long jdsknf] and my work schedule picking up. Art will added later on.

Subcon Waltz: This will most likely take a while for me to revisit, mostly because I am plotting out the chapters and reworking most of it, no drafts have been done as of yet but I have a pretty good idea of where the story is headed. Plus this has been a story I've been wanting to get back to since it's been in the works for so long, it's a nice mix of the fairytale tropes, horror, and that good old Subcon dark humor lol. I really come to love it :>

How To Be a Loving Family: This is definitely one that will take me the longest to get back to work with due to the amount of rework that I'll do with the AU. A lot of it going to change from what I had in mind but it's for the sake of feeling comfortable with it. That said, once again, the current chapters will be reworked a little at a later point once I have a clear idea of the reworked AU.

I'm also working on 2 new fics not yet to be announced but they're being worked on behind the scenes on occasion. Thank you so much for sticking with me on these, your kudos and comments are appreciated!

A bit of a personal journey with writing these fics

Last year hit me pretty hard, I experienced big-time burnout. I wasn't really capable of doing much that I felt I like doing artwise, especially with writing. I only did doodles on discord but aside from the occasional post, not much else.

Back then, rereading my old writing, my old rps from the old servers I was in, I just cringed at how bad I was. I don't consider myself a good writer, heck even now I'm so-so on my writing, but reading back on my old stuff, man I feel like I kissed a lemon dkjnfddf I was pretty bad and writing felt off to me since then. I did still do private oneshots but I couldn't get back to writing these series. The thing about the Hat Mom AU and the Subcon Waltz AU fics being felt in the dust was that I wasn't as invested in A hat in time much, it was just a mix of my hyperfixation on the series dying off, the fics not being ironed and plotted out properly [Literally didn't plan a thing on Subcon Waltz and just winged it out impluse] and the fandom drama had drained me [Yeah, remember the whole Vanessa hating asks I got? Yeah those certainly didn't help with my mood at the time]

The only reason I got back into writing at all was due to how invested I grew in TGOGM but it didn't have that many fics at the time so I decided to throw my hat into the ring with my own au. By then I learned how to properly plan out chapters and writing and remembered I was just doing this for fun, I wasn't being paid to do this so I could take my time with this.

Eventually, I applied this mindset to my other fics and aus once I got back into ahit, these are my aus/fics, I can rewrite them if I don't like them. So that's what I'm doing right now, just taking the hammer, smashing stuff and just fixing them into something I like. Because at the end of the day, I'm not really a popular artist nor have a grand story everyone is invested in, I'm just a silly little creator with my own silly ideas that I choose to share with the world. If they like it, then poggers!!! I will cry and sob for weeks over a nice comment dkjnfds If not, well, I like this, and maybe one day someone else will too :>

I know this is long but I just needed to share my thoughts out there alongside telling you guys they're not dead, they're just being fixed with the hammer lol :> If you read this far, thank you for reading this madness fdnjf I'll try to get these to a place a like while taking my time in doing so uwu

[heich0e]

I asked a while back about binding your work Percolate in to a book. And I wanted to share because we finished!! My elderly neighbor Carol is er was a book binder/restored book for a job and is now a hobby for her so she helped me! She helped me format it correctly, and buy the correct paper, and helped me print it all from the comfort of my home So it was a lot. (Well the cover we took to our local printing company to have printed out on fancy matte paper) I wanted to share it with you because it means so much to me to have this work of art in my hands, to physically hold it and love it! I’ve already started reading it again while sipping on my not Tea (hot water lemon and honey) sitting in front of my large window cuddle in a cozy fuzzy blanket. So thank you from the bottom of my heart for taking time to write this amazing work of art and sharing it. Thank you 💕

(I will say we did chest just a little bit we used a template for the cover and the free vector images carol has for making covers. Because I can’t draw I tried and it was bad haha! )

i would like to preface this by letting you know that when i saw this ask for the first time i immediately burst into tears, so if the following is a bit dramatic at least you have that bit of context.

i felt a lot of things all at once, i think, seeing you hold Percolate in your hands. first was just a kind of dumbstruck amazement that it existed in a real, physical, tangible way somewhere out there in the big wide world. next was a sense of pride that it was something i had written. and third was just this deep, unending sense of gratitude and appreciation for you (and sweet Carol.)

i remember writing Percolate curled up on my couch or in my bed, trying to find the right words to tell the story; listening to music while i edited a chapter and wondering if anyone was even going to like it; how nauseated i would feel each time i posted an update until someone finally left a comment saying they enjoyed it, and the rush of satisfaction that would follow; and the 16 pages of looseleaf paper that i had first scrawled the plot onto when the idea struck me, and used as an outline until the very last chapter.

i sometimes forget about Percolate, so many years on. i'm not as active in the AOT fandom. i don't celebrate the big milestones it hits anymore in the same way i used to. the numbers (while something i am of course incredibly grateful for) have lost their meaning a little bit, i think, in the grand scheme of things. 77,640 hits is a lot of times to have been clicked on. 2,825 kudos means that there are almost three thousand people out there who found my story and liked something in it enough to let me know. and this one hard copy of the fic, that you worked hard to make with your hands, means that someone cared about the thing i made enough to want to treasure it. that's something so special to me that i can't begin to say.

this silly story--my story, that used to be just some thoughts in my head and now is real on your bookshelf--was an absolute honour to share with you, and it's as much yours as it is mine now. thank you so much for sending me these photos of your hard work, and thank you for loving the story. i hope it makes you happy for a long time!!

[moonfurthetemmie]

Fruitverse Plot Dump

Every single plot dump is going to be a rambling mess and i apologize.

I’m gonna be silly today and start with Lemon and Lime instead of Cherry and Apricot.

When everyone in the town you grew up in hates you, it’s easy to start thinking they might try to seriously hurt you. And sometimes, they did hurt Lime. Lemon was the only one Lime felt he could trust.

Eventually, though, Lime became so paranoid that he decided he really, really needed to leave. He wanted Lemon to come, but he was afraid that the villagers would try to hunt him down if he ‘took’ Lemon from them, so he left Lemon a note, ate the negative apples (and then the positive ones, which turned negative when he touched them. Same ol’ story), and ran off. He’s a corrupt now.

Lemon was, understandably, pretty upset that Lime ran off like that. With just a note to tell Lemon that he was leaving.

Lemon left to find his idiot friend.

It took quite a while for them to meet again. Several years, in fact, and during that time Lime’s paranoia only got worse. He found an abandoned castle in the middle of nowhere, and decided that that was a good place to stay. If anyone else found it, it’d be easy for him to hide, if he needed to. 

When they eventually do meet again, Lime is so relieved to see that Lemon made it out of that godawful place, and so happy to see him.

Lemon is happy to see him too! But you could’ve at least told him in person you were leaving!!!!!

Lemon seems quite mad. Lime is terrified.

But he acts like it’s fine. Aside from feeling bad that he made Lemon worry. He really does feel bad, but why is Lemon so angry…

Lemon ends up moving in with Lime, and Lime spends pretty much every moment with Lemon lying. Lying about anything he can if he thinks it’ll keep Lemon from possibly trying to hurt him. Gaslight gatekeep girlboss guys!

It takes Lemon a while to realize how much Lime is lying to him, and how little the latter trusts him.

When he inevitably does, he tries to talk to Lime about it. Calmly. Lime is like “What are you talking about??? Of course I trust you. You’re my best friend.”

Lime’s gaslighting and normal lying game is too strong. It takes several more ‘talks’ like this, where Lime gets more cagey and freaked out every time, before Lemon is finally puts his foot down and is like “Okay. I don’t know why you’re doing this, but I’m done with it. I’m not going to hang out with you, much less live with you, if you’re going to lie to me constantly.” And leaves.

Lime takes this very poorly. But Lemon went off about it more before he left, and Lime wonders if maybe he did do a fucky wucky after all…And Lemon didn’t actually hurt him, he just left. Which still hurts a lot but it’s not at all what Lime was expecting. 

Traveling back in time and going to another multiverse, Cherry and Apricot are having a very interesting time. And by interesting I mean Cherry thinks he’s doing great and Apricot has yet to really notice that anything’s off.

When everyone around you treats you one way, you start to think that’s just How People Interact. So you imitate it. Treat others how you want to be treated and so on.

Cherry was an asshole and he was trying to be nice. He thought he had so many friends. He thought everyone liked him. Apricot was the only one who was actually nice to him, and he and Cherry were kind of mean to each other on occasion still. Apricot understood that Cherry wasn’t really trying to hurt his feelings, and he’d stop if he thought he’d hurt Cherry’s feelings. Apricot thought it was a form of affection, and since Cherry was never bothered by it, he didn’t have any real reason to think otherwise.

When Cherry was still very young, Apricot was worried about how the other kids were treating Cherry, but as time went on and Cherry didn’t seem to be bothered, calling the kids his friends, Apricot let it go. He didn’t hear when the other kids called Cherry ‘stupid’ and ‘weird’ behind his back, or the adults whispering that there must be something seriously wrong with Cherry if he thought everyone was being nice to him. 

Cherry decided he wanted to see the rest of the multiverse, though. He did try to take Apricot with him, but in the chaos that ensued after he ate the apples, they got separated. 

Apricot, eventually, met Kiwi and his brother (who weee haven’t nameddd), and they let him stay for a bit. Hypothetically a Quartz might’ve been there too. Maybe. We forgot her again. But Apricot and Kiwi became very good friends.

Cherry should have met the rest of the JMV cast while they were separated, but as is the case with the Swap verse, some things have changed and we haven’t fully considered the effects of those changes. I’m…not actually sure whether or not they got there before or after Cherry and Apricot met up again. I think after is probably a better option, but until I have time to consult Wheeze about it, we’ll ignore everyone else and focus on Apricot and Cherry for now. 

In the time he’s been on his own, Cherry’s whole…let’s go with attitude has made him several enemies. Fortunately for him, it was nothing worse than ‘if i see that asshole again i’m going to beat the shit out of him’ and no one is going to hunt him down and kick his ass. But he has gotten worse, not that he’s realized it. 

Apricot’s also changed some, in the time they’ve been separated.

When they do finally meet up, they’re both super excited. There you are!!! I missed you!!!

Cherry tells Apricot about this sick manor he found in the middle of fricken’ nowhere, he’s kinda been trying to renovate it and stuff because like, it seems to be in fairly good shape, and since there’s no one around he’s really sure he wouldn’t even have to pay for it and it’d be so cool to live in a manor house-

Apricot comes with him to see this cool ass manor house (not without telling Kiwi and his brother where he’s going, so they don’t worry too much about him), and decides to help him out with it.

Cherry is being such an asshole though. It was okay for a little bit, Apricot didn’t think anything of it, but then it started to like,,, actually hurt his feelings. And when he tried to say something about it, Cherry was just even meaner. 

Apricot got really sick of this and said “ok well if you’re going to be like that i am not sticking around.” and went on about how he didn’t know why Cherry had become such an asshole, but he is NOT having it. Just tears right into him and calls him out on all his bullshit. He leaves.

He doesn’t go back to Kiwi and his brother, either, though. He texts them and tells them what’s up, but he doesn’t want Cherry to try and find him.

Cherry is genuinely baffled. He wasn’t trying to…? He thought everything was fine. Why…?

He also goes off for a while. He’s so upset that Apricot left. For a little while he’s wondering why Apricot didn’t say anything if he was upset about it, but the more he thinks about it he realizes that Apricot did say something. Several times.

And he wonders why it was so different now. It’s not any different from how he’s interacted with Apricot before. Or anyone else…

Oh god has he been being mean to everyone this whole time?

…his. Friends. From back home. They did the exact same things too. 

Lemon and Apricot, end up running into each other. They hit it off pretty well. But they’re both still really upset about how Lime and Cherry were treating them, and they can tell the other is upset, so after a while they both open up about their former childhood friends being dicks. And bond over it, like “Man. this sucks. What the hell.” “I know right. I can’t believe this.”

They end up hanging out a lot. Friendship ended with [Cherry/Lime], now this other spirit from another multiverse is my new bestie.

Meanwhile. Lime is seriously trying to figure out how to get his paranoia under control if it’s gotten so bad that he completely ruined his most important relationship because of it, and Cherry is trying desperately to figure out how he can NOT be a complete asshole and how he could fix things with Apricot. 

And they run into each other.

Cherry is very nervous interacting with anyone now, but Lime. lime is pretty. Hello. Hi. you also seem very upset are you alright?

Lime just stares at him like a cornered animal. 

They very tentatively become friends. Cherry is very clear that if he’s ever an asshole please tell him point blank. As many times as it takes. He’s trying to be nicer and has no idea what he’s doing.

Lime straight up says he absolutely does not trust Cherry at all, though he does appreciate the concern and would really like to. Be friends. Maybe. 

It’s hard, though. Cherry is never sure if Lime’s just being Afraid Of Stranger or if he said something wrong, and Lime’s first assumption is always that Cherry’s being mean on purpose and hates him.

Lime at least makes an effort to not lie to Cherry. There’s a lot that he just won’t say, but he tries not to lie. And Cherry’s trying very hard to be nice. 

They’ve both made some progress, though it’s more visible with Cherry than with Lime. Cherry’s just starting to relearn how to talk to people. Lime’s realized that he has a serious problem and that he needs to do something about it, though he’s still completely lost as to what

Cherry is trying more to keep their friendship than Lime is, and Lime is afraid of why. It’s because cherry is lonely and really doesn’t want to fuck this one up either and be alone again, but Lime is thinking more along the lines of ‘does he. Want something from me? Am I in danger????’

Cherry, eventually, tells Lime a bit about Apricot. His best friend, whom left. Because Cherry was an asshole. And uh. That’s. That’s the point where cherry realized. He is fucked.

Lime blinks. “...wait. What?

Cherry: yeah i think i’ve spent my entire life treating everyone around me like shit, because everyone around me growing up, aside from maybe apricot, treated me like shit and I thought that was normal. And I only realized this after Apricot called me out on being an asshole. Lime: Lime: oh you are absolutely fucked up. That explains so much though.

Cherry: Cherry: is that. Good?

Lime: i don’t know? i just understand you slightly more

Lime: 

Lime: i managed to piss off my childhood friend enough to leave me, too. But i don’t want to talk about it

Lime says one (1) more thing about it, which was some less memey variation of ‘i gaslit gatekept and girlbossed too hard and he decided i didn’t pass the vibe check with it’

Please also note that cherry is also frequently fucking up with Lime. and he tries to make up for it every time but he’s not really gaining Lime’s trust.

Lime has also lied to Cherry several times. He’s praying to god that Cherry doesn’t realize it and decide to do something about it. Cherry has realized already, but he’s afraid to say anything about it.

Back with Apricot and Lemon, they’ve been talking about Lime and Cherry a lot more lately. And they’ve both kinda started to realize that there were signs of this shit well before they even started to notice. 

Lemon is especially horrified that he never noticed how bad Lime was getting, and that maybe perhaps being mad that Lime didn’t tell him in person that he was leaving had freaked Lime out.

Apricot is sitting there like that one Lisa Simpson meme as he remembers the lost and hurt look on Cherry’s face when he said he was being an asshole, and all. All the times. The other kids in the village would give Cherry shit. But he said there wasn’t anything wrong, and looked perfectly happy. Oh god he’s never seen anyone be nice to cherry. Oh no does he think he was being nice the whole time. Holy shit.

Apricot is more willing to give Cherry another chance than Lemon is Lime, but Lemon realizes that he also kinda fucked up here. Lime at least deserves an apology for that. Man…did Lemon ‘prove him right’ by leaving like that? He’d feel so bad if he did…

So. They look for their idiots.

Cherry has been actively looking for Apricot as well, without Lime, and they happen to be separate when Apricot and Lemon find them.

Lime is terrified for a moment, before he realizes that Lemon just seems to feel guilty. Maybe he’s not coming back to hurt him…? 

Lemon tells him that he’s realized some things, namely that he probably kinda triggered Lime’s problem to get worse when he found him after the whole apple incident. He’s still mad that Lime treated him the way he did, but like. There were definitely signs and Lemon just never noticed and he really is sorry he scared Lime so bad. He had been really worried about Lime, and yeah he had been kinda mad that Lime just left the way he did. Just a note. 

“,,,if i promise not to be like that again can we be friends again”

“...I don’t know if I can trust you anymore.”

“I’m working- well, i’m trying to work on it. There’s. Um. not a whole lot i can do right now. Without the money to afford a therapist. But. I’m…trying?”

“...Okay. One chance.”

Lime is relieved. Lemon says he’ll help him get a proper goddamn therapist. Big hugs many tears holds them soft

Apricot and Cherry are very awkward for a moment. Cherry has no idea what he should say and Apricot is waiting for him to say. Like. anything.

Cherry had thought of a lot of things he wanted to say when he found Apricot and had even run a couple by Lime, to see if they sounded okay. But Apricot came looking for him and now he’s drawing a blank. 

Apricot finally takes a deep breath and goes “So. Long story short. I kinda realized that your childhood seriously fucked you up.”

“...Yyyyeah so have i. I’ve. been looking? For you? To try and apologize?? Shit I knew what i wanted to say and even asked someone what they thought to make sure it was okay but now i have no goddam idea what it was”

Apricot laughs. “Well, I came to try and help you realize that and then help you deal with it, so I guess it works out. I was kinda afraid you’d think I was being the asshole and would get mad at me for suggesting something was wrong.”

“I was, for a while. But…yeah.” 

“Ok. well. Do you want help”

“Fucking hell yes i have no idea what i’m doing i’m so confused”

Big hugs!

Pretty quickly all four of the spirits hang out together after finding out that their new friend’s old friend is friends with their own old friend. Did that make sense? I don’t know, I spent several hours typing and took a nap and came back to fix this one sentence and my word bank still hasn’t recharged. 

As Lime and Cherry both get better, their rocky friendship slowly grows. Cherry slowly gets more confident and does things ‘right’ more often, and Lime feels comfortable enough to trust him some. More than he would without the therapy he’s getting. 

Lemon and Lime swear not to lie to each other anymore, and though Lime sometimes goes back on his word at first, he makes a huge effort to come clean as soon as possible and apologize. To his credit, Lime warned Lemon that it was happening with Cherry out of pure habit when they first promised, so Lemon forgives him as long as Lime does tell him the truth and fixes it. And as time goes on, he gets better at stopping the Voice of Paranoia from taking over and thinking things over before he says anything. No more lies.

Apricot and Cherry have a slightly rockier time at the start, but Apricot is trying to be understanding and help Cherry outside of his own therapy sessions, and Cherry is trying very hard to listen to him when he says Cherry did something Not Okay. Cherry’s having to entirely relearn everything about talking to people and it’s fucking hard. 

But! Present-day, they’re both doing very very well! Lime’s learned to trust people again, and he knows how to cope with most of the symptoms of his paranoia. Cherry no longer needs someone with him (emotionally or otherwise) to help him talk to people and he is very confident!

He’s so confident and sweet he even managed to get lime to date him. And then marry him. They’re so gay and stupid and soft

That’s kinda it. The rest of the au is just shenanigans and sometimes making them hang out with their alternates. It’s really fun with Cherry actually because if you line up all of the obsidian alternates, they’re all in all black and either emo, goth, or edgy. And then Cherry’s just a ball of sunshine and wearing little to no black. Smiling. Obsidian and biotite are probably calling him an eyesore and he just frowns and goes “you guys aren’t very nice. On purpose, too. I’m going to hang out with the goth one he seems nice” 

oleander blinks in confusion

[perpetuallyexhaustedpeacock]

Good Omens Episode 3

I still don’t know why y’all are interested in this, but it’s more popular than anything I’ve ever posted before (including meticulously crafted DND stories and no im not bitter about that who’s bitter I’m not bitter you’re bitter) so I guess I’ll just...keep going?

Oh, and we’re back to the Garden of Eden. What’s he doing with that rock- oh look it’s God

Ah, this is presumably Noah’s Ark. Ok, but the thing is (here I go on a literary rant)- all civilizations who have recorded history have some sort of a flood myth/story! It’s everywhere- I really do think that at some point there was a massive flood that reached...possibly everywhere, I’m not too familiar with Native American mythology, but presumably Asia and Europe. 

“As a promise not to...do it again.” “How kind” Crowley’s sass is l e g e n d a r y

wOW I WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT OK I JUST GOT OUT OF HOLY WEEK 

that was...a lot more graphic than I was expecting. I mean, you hear the hymns, everything, I even cried on Holy Thursday and couldn’t keep singing but I’ve never seen...

“What else am I gonna be, an aardvark?” Ok but does this mean Aziraphel was hoping that Crowley could be redeemed

these boys are SO dramatic- how old are they, 12?

burbage was absoLUTELY flirting with Crowley also why does it feel like Aziraphel knows nothing about plays? I mean “I love all the...talking...” it’s called a MONOLOGUE you silly angel

Hah so this is the Arrangement I’ve heard/read so much about. Ohhh Aziraphel’s so worried about Crowley! How did it take him until the literal end of the world to figure out he liked Crowley?

Ah, Paris. I’ve been waiting for this. Dude is so OBVIOUSLY waiting for Crowley-

Oh, Crowley froze time, didn’t he? Zira’s face just lit up like a candle how is he THIS OBLIVIOUS

I mean...do I feel bad for Jean-Claude or not? How did those soldiers not recognize him?

“I like pears” oh stay on topic Zira. Also, did anyone else get flashbacks to the Doctor’s hate of pears when they were talking about this?

...even though I knew this fight was coming and could practically recite it word-for-word it still h u r t

Ah. 1941. That’s a lot of lit candles for a church with two people in it...and those do NOT look secure. Even if that church didn’t blow up it probably would’ve burned to the ground sooner rather than later.

Whoa- triple crossing

They’re making light conversation while someone points a gun at them- never change, boys. never change. 

his fACE HE- gAH THESE BOYS

Also Crowley sounds so cool and suave but I would bet all the money in my purse that he rehearsed what he was going to say beforehand- probably in front of a mirror

wait, shadwell- shadwell- oh im STUPID ITS

im not even going to finish that sentence

Zira’s so scared and my heart is breaking 

we’re halfway through the episode and NOW the title sequence starts. It still doesn’t make any sense but at this point I’m just here for the music- oh and that epic thing they do at the end where the letters unfold to say “Good Omens”

I’m still in love with Dog. He’s the best thing ever and I want to hug him. 

Ok Adam is also completely precious. His book sounds exactly like something an 11-year-old would write. 

Ooooh Shadwell and Crowley still keep in touch- and Shadwell thinks Crowley’s the son of the man he met in... what was it, 1960? It’s been less than 10 minutes and I already can’t remember

I bet Anathema’s ranting about the world is going to shape what happens in Armageddon 

Adam’s been manipulating the weather in Tadfield for years, hasn’t he. White Christmas...

Are you serious both Crowley and Zira have been sponsoring the Witchfinder’s Army? 

Chow™

b o y s  you cannot do this to my h e a r t

Adam got rid of nuclear power in his sleep and replaced it with a sherbet lemon. wow. 

Well, that’s the end of episode 3- you know, I’m really enjoying this, more than I thought I would. I know the plot, yeah, but there’s so much I didn’t know and can still be surprised by. Next post might come out tomorrow or Sunday, or it might not...I’ve got a lot of editing to do. 

[fific7]

Unexpected - Part 1

King Caspian x Reader

Summary: What happens if you push the respectful and well-behaved King Caspian a little too far? You’re about to find out.

A/N: This does not follow canon, it’s mainly a mix of fluff and angst with some lemon zest 🍋 Friends to Lovers AU.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content including debatable consent at first, loss of virginity and oral and unprotected* sex between consenting adults. Some drinking & swearing.

*Irl, please don’t go wild in the country without protection.

(My video edit)

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You and every unwed woman in Narnia knew that the handsome King Caspian was being pressured by his advisors to find a Queen for himself.

Most knew that to become Queen of Narnia would be unattainable for them - no doubt that would be some Princess from another country - and you had no illusions about your own chances. Your father was one of the lords at court and owned a large amount of land near Cair Paravel, but you were not a Royal so you were sure you’d never be considered.

You and Caspian had been friendly when you were younger but you doubted he’d remember you, so much had happened between then and now.

You’d been restless at home recently, mainly because your parents had started speaking of finding you a husband. Appalled, you’d pestered, pleaded with and finally persuaded your father to arrange for you to see Professor Cornelius as you wanted something with which to fill your days instead of playing the piano, embroidery and reading.

Cornelius had suggested you come to work with him as his research assistant, and you’d leapt at the chance. It also meant that you would live at Cair Paravel, away from the slightly smothering atmosphere at home. Your mother had not spoken to you for a week before you left (or your father, whom she blamed for setting up the interview in the first place). But she’d reluctantly accepted that you were flying the nest, however you’d had to endure an extremely long lecture about how you should behave while living away from home.

It seemed that you would be able to eat, drink, speak and bathe and not much else.

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King Caspian made his way to Cornelius’ study, knocking once before entering. The older man looked up at him, smiling and greeting him. Caspian threw himself into the chair in front of the desk, having lifted three books from it first.

“You are in need of some time away from your advisors, Caspian?”

The King nodded, running his hands over his face. “They just go on and on and on about how I need a wife and an heir. I am sure I will find a wife one day but I have other things I wish to concentrate on at the moment.” “Your next voyage?” Caspian nodded, “Yes. There is still much to do. The construction of the Dawn Treader is well under way, but I have an itinerary to decide upon and courses to plot.”

“I have a new research assistant starting tomorrow, I am sure she will be able to help you with that. She is well read and knowledgeable of the many other lands you may wish to visit.” Caspian looked up quickly at him, “She?” “Yes, she is my Lord Tirian’s daughter.” Caspian smiled, “I remember her. We played silly games together when we were young, whenever her father brought her to the castle. It will be so nice to see her again.”

Cornelius, hiding a smile, replied, “Oh, I think you will be very pleased to see her again, my King.”

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Feeling nervous for some reason, you tapped on Cornelius’ door and heard “Come in” in response. Stepping into the room, you were amazed at the numbers of books, manuscripts and charts which occupied the small room. You could hardly see the diminutive Cornelius in amongst it all, and he saw you taking in the piles stacked everywhere.

He chuckled, “Yes, there are too many, my dear. I’m hoping you can help me catalogue and store them as I confess the situation is getting out of control.” You bowed your head to him, “I’ll be happy to assist, Professor Cornelius.” “I’m so glad to hear that. On another note, the King is looking forward to meeting you again. I’d quite forgotten until I spoke to him about you that you were childhood friends.” You smiled, “Well, I’m not sure the King would have actually called me his friend as such, but we did spend happy hours playing hide and seek and pretending to fight dragons.”

Cornelius nodded, “He remembers those times fondly, my lady. He was not allowed to play with many other children, and I’m certain he considered you a friend of his. Come, let us go and reintroduce you to each other.”

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Caspian looked up from the document he was reading at his desk. There had been a sharp knock at the door of his chambers and then it had opened, Cornelius striding into the room with another person following him. He was transfixed as he looked upon the grown-up face of his childhood playmate. He stood and walked around the desk towards the two of them, whispering her name as she curtsied in front of him.

He was still staring at her. Cornelius cleared his throat seeing that the young King was lost for words, but Caspian ignored him as he heard her soft voice, “It is so nice to see you again, your Majesty.” “Caspian,” he said immediately, “we never called each other anything except our first names, did we?” She was smiling up at him, and he was still a little overwhelmed. This was the skinny little girl he’d run about with all those years ago? Now, she was a woman - a beautiful woman. “No, Caspian, we didn’t.”

Cornelius interjected, “I’ll leave you two to get reacquainted, so I’m going back to my study. Your Majesty, my lady.” He gave a small bow and left the room.

Caspian indicated the large couch by the window and she made her way to it, gathering her dress underneath her as she sat down. He sat at the other end, and without thinking he reached out and took her hand. She smiled, wrapping her fingers around his hand as they’d done so many years ago, while running headlong through the orchards next to the castle.

“I’m so very sorry about your father, Caspian. He was always so kind to me. You must miss him dreadfully.” Caspian looked down quickly and she heard him say quietly, “Thank you. Yes, I miss him every minute of every day.” He met her eyes once more, “But we were able to right the wrongs done to him and Narnia, for which I am very grateful.” She smiled at him again, “And here you are, a King! My childhood friend. I really didn’t think you’d remember me.”

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Caspian’s dark brown eyes gazed into yours and he held your hand even tighter. “Of course I remember you! Do you think I’d forget my only friend?! Your visits and the little time we spent together made my life bearable.”

You were shocked, and felt so sad for him. “Oh, Caspian! I can’t have been your only friend, surely?” His eyes filled with tears and he looked down again, “Believe me, you were. I was so lucky that we’d met before my father died, so it would have looked strange if my uncle had banned us from meeting. He kept me totally isolated most of the time. I think he did that so people maybe wouldn’t notice when it was time to kill me.”

Cornelius hadn’t told you it had been this bad for him! Your own eyes were watering now as you thought about the hardships he’d had to face at such a young age. Without giving it much thought, you flung your arms round him and hugged him tightly. His head came to rest on your shoulder and your hand went to the back of his head, stroking his silky hair. His shoulders shook slightly and you knew he was crying, so you just held him until he was ready to sit back from you. He stood up abruptly and turned to look out of the window, a hand swiftly wiping his cheeks dry.

He gave a choked laugh, “I’m so sorry, this was supposed to be a happy reunion and we are both crying,” looking down at you as you also wiped tears away. “I’m sorry, Caspian. I mentioned your father and perhaps I shouldn’t have?” He shook his head, “No, I’m glad that you did. And at least we have now spoken of his passing and can remember and talk about happier times.” You smiled at him, “Yes, I shall enjoy that. Although maybe I should speak firstly about how worried I was on the occasion we came to visit, and you were not there. I asked as many guards and lords as I could where you were, but I was told to stop being a nosy child. My father would say nothing to me either, despite my tantrums!”

Caspian burst out laughing, “Oh I remember your tantrums so well! I’m impressed he didn’t give in to you in the face of one of those!” You slapped him lightly on the arm, also laughing, “Caspian! You’re supposed to be my friend!” He became serious again, “I most certainly am. I’m overjoyed to have you back in my life. So much has happened in the past few years, and there has been so much to do, but rest assured I would have tracked you down eventually.” His hand went to your face, stroking your cheek gently and you felt your breath catch. He looked so handsome. Very much a man now, rather than the adolescent boy you’d once known.

His head moved much closer to yours, and you thought for a moment that he was going to kiss you.

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Caspian suddenly realised what he was about to do, and pulled back sharply. He should not kiss her.

They’d only just met again, but he knew that all his feelings for her were still there. He’d just pushed them down, deep deep down, so that he could carry out what he’d needed to do for Narnia and for his father’s memory.

He’d been in love with her when he was a boy, and now that he was a man - he knew that he still loved her. He’d nearly passed out when he’d seen her again today after being apart from her for so long. All those suppressed feelings had come raging back through his veins in an instant, overwhelming, all-consuming, setting his mind and body alight with a burning passion.

But she’d said he was her friend. So he doubted that she felt the same kind of love for him that he felt for her. He must bear that in mind and act accordingly, no matter how much he wished it wasn’t the case.

Stepping back from her, he let his hand fall from her face and smiled sadly at her.

»»————————————-———-　⚜　———————————-————-««

[verfound]

I really want to hear more about the Thirst Trap Lumberjack

Ask about the Hoard!

...no you don't 😂 TTL had the misfortune of getting plotted out in that little bit of time I had between Princess Heartmaker, getting kinda sick over winter, and the Secret Admirer prompts getting sent out. So I have it plotted out, all ready to go, and now it's put on the backburner until this year's Valentine's Epic is done. 😂

It started with this Reel. And then some spitballing with the LBSCers. And the next thing I knew, I had a five-chapter fic planned out about how Anarka owns a tree farm (*cough* Quick *cough*) and Luka had been talked into making these Lumberjack Thirst Trap vids while he was taking a break from touring (read: he was chopping wood and Dingo trolled his ass).

Cut to a year or so later, when Marinette has joined up as the stylist for the tour (*cough* Min *cough*), and tours are lonely, and she's thirsty, ok. Massively crushing on a certain someone who is absolutely off-limits until the end of the tour (who might also be massively crushing on her). Those old lumberjack vids have gone viral, but Lumber Lu doesn't look like Luke Stone, and Marinette is just...y'know. Thirsty as hell. And it's all well and good until they're heading home from the tour, they make a detour at the farm, and Marinette catches him chopping wood. And realizes she's been getting off to the guy she's been crushing on for months now. Oops.

It's just a silly little romp. And so far, apart from outlining, this is all I have for it (lemon-scented content under the cut):

“Please.  I am not interested in one night stands, and I'm not jeopardizing my job just for five seconds of relief.”

“Five…Marinette, who the hell has been satisfied to leave you after just five seconds?” he asked, his eyes going wide.  At her mortified expression, he leaned forward and laid his hand over her own, squeezing.  “No, I want names.  I have asses to go kick.”

“Th-that's not important, I meant metaphorically, I –” she stammered, but he squeezed her hand tighter to bring her focus back to him.

“Marinette, a girl like you deserves a hell of a lot longer than five seconds,” he said, and if his voice had dropped an octave lower and was maybe a bit thicker and if there was a bit of smolder in his gaze…well, she couldn't really blame him, right?

“I…I…I should go,” she squeaked out, pulling her hand from his and hurrying to stand and…flee.  She was definitely fleeing.  He sighed and dropped his head, shoving a hand into his hair as he cursed himself for coming on too strong.  Juleka had always warned him about how intense he could be.

“Dumbass,” he bit, but it didn't make what he had said any less true.  If Marinette ever decided she wanted him like that…five seconds wouldn't be enough.  Five minutes…hours, days, weeks, months, years…it would never be enough.  He would never be satisfied with her, would always want more, would…he groaned and squeezed his eyes shut, ignoring the mental image of Marinette spread beneath him, clinging to his sweaty back as she panted his name.  As she screamed his name as he brought her to release over and over again…but those were thoughts for Later, when the tour was done and Penny wouldn't kill him for the way he'd been thirsting after her newest hire.

…for the way she'd been thirsting after him, he thought with a smile as he thought of the video he'd caught her watching.  He wondered what she would say, if he told her…

An elevator away, climbing back up to the tenth floor and the safety of her hotel room, Marinette bit her lip as she thought of the intense look in Luka's eyes.  Of the way his voice had slid over her like honey as he promised…she tried to ignore the mental image of Luka gripping her ass, holding her hips up as he plowed into her from behind, those guttural grunts of the Lumberjack spilling from his lips as he brought her closer and closer to…

She bit down on her lip and pressed her forehead to the cool metal wall, willing those thoughts far, far away.

…at least until she was back in the safety of her room and could try to rub one out in peace.

[fefipranon]

List of my works

Saved By Deception

Description:

Mikasa is an independent, strong, and self-made successful woman. She is a force to be reckoned with in a field dominated by men.

What happens when she is held hostage by an arrogant, jerk who is the leader of one of the most dangerous and powerful gangs that exist?

Will she follow the orders of this chauvinist pig or will she make his life a living hell?

Comedy, drama, angst, smutty lemon, and a cat. This story is a wild crazy ride.

Author notes: 

You don’t need to read or watch anything prior this book to understand the story. It’s mostly comedy, but there is also action, angst and smut. Topics I addressed here are feminism, the struggles of the LGBTQ community, PTSD, rape, and abuse of power.

Some reader’s reviews:

“I totally loved it from beginning to end!!! It was such an amazing rollercoaster! I was so invested in this story that I ended the hole thing in one day!! If you write and post the sequel, well... count me in!!! I wish I could give more kudos!!” -  Avalon_Titania

“It took me a while for the story to settle down, to figure out what it means to me, and to finally comment here. But here we go. Reading this story was an amazing journey which gave me lots of joy, some tears and unaccountable amount of smiles. Now, thinking about it makes me feel warm and grateful that you shared this work with us. I love how freely you wrote about everything, how you broke various stereotypes, and spoke about the things that matter. All of this, while managing to make us laugh in every chapter! You are a truly amazing writer and I would gladly read the sequel if you decided to share it too.” -  Not_Orange

“I just found out this story. I can’t believe I missed this. This is amazing 💐💐. I haven’t finished the story yet, I felt that I need to leave a comment first of how amazing and funny the story is. I can’t wait to finish this and omg the sequel. Sign me up for the sequel, needs more stories of them. It’s just, we haven’t got enough stories of them 🤧🤧.” -  avaleen

“I LOVE your story! I adore the way you depicted the characters, how you mixed fun and dark themes, and most of all, I really enjoyed the way you included some schooling on the feminist cause, sexual abuse and the psychology behind it. It was very well done! I can’t wait to read the following story! I found a few grammatical mistakes here and there and sometimes, the way you build your sentences could need to be a little lighter but overall, nothing that really disturbs the story. Thank you for writing this, this is probably my favorite Rivamika story. Keep up with the good work!” -  Valkorian

You can find the story in the following links:

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/27557422/chapters/67401547

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The power of death

Description:

Mikasa is a woman suffering from clinical depression. There is one thing that she is sure of: she wants to die. But when she received some unexpected news that makes her death wish a reality, she starts to wonder if that was really what she wanted. She starts a journey to discover the truth about her biological parents that gave her up for adoption when she was a baby. This journey will guide her to cross paths with someone as broken as her, someone that hates her to death for what her biological family did to him. Will she have the courage to, for once, fight to live? or will she let him drag her to hell with him?

Author notes:

You don’t need to read or watch anything prior this book to understand the story. Topics I discuss here are depression, anxiety, anti-depressants, racism, genocide, LGBTQ, terminal disease, racial trauma, euthanasia, adoption. It has comedy and smut but is mostly angst oriented.

Some reader’s reviews:

“Why am I suddenly crying?!? I will always remember this story... I loved every single character of it, both with their funny and dark sides. Because that's life sometimes... 🎭 Thank you author for this beautifully written story!! I already miss it “ -  Levi_is_a_dilf

“Dude this book was great, not to mention all of your books are! Always so well thought out & planned. The fact that some chapters if not all were hours long really shows how great of a creator & genius you are as well! Anyways can't wait to read this again once my forgetful brain has erased my memory of the whole plot.😅” - lolzleigh

“The most beautiful conclusion to one of my fave stories!!! I'm honestly so moved and proud of the message you wanted to transmit there. The last phrase sums it up , to never give up easily because of a difficulty. A bad day doesn't indicate a bad life. Thank you author for your hard work, I'm looking forward to your next story!! 💪🏻🧡” -  Leyla

“ Loved it!!!! You have such a beautiful smart and unique way of writing, I love the way you express their personalities including their silly moments Please don’t stop writing I love your stories and I’ll be looking forward for your next work!!” -  Fiorylita

You can find the story in the following links:

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Twisted Fate

Description: 

Eren and Levi share a secret about Mikasa's past. Mikasa confesses her feelings to Eren, only to be rejected. After watching her almost die, Eren realizes he has feelings for her, but she has already moved on to Levilandia.

"I thought they hated each other"

Before losing hope he thinks that maybe... if he tells Mikasa who the captain really is... he might have a chance, or fuck it up?

Is the Ackerman bond stronger than a lifetime of memories together?

Jealousy, drama, a shared secret, and Titans, what could possibly go wrong?

Author notes:

Everything needed to understand the story from ‘Attack on Titan’ is added in the story already. Optional reading or watching of ‘Attack on Titan’ anime if more information about the general universe is desired. It’s a comedy but also has angst and smut. Topics I addressed here is the difference between a healthy and a toxic relationship.

Some reader’s reviews: 

“Omg this is by far one of the best stories I’ve read!! You’ve done such an amazing job at capturing the characters!! I’d love to see a continuation of this story or just more rivamika” -  mori87

“So I binge-read this fic and devoured it in half a day reading between breaks at work and on the way home till I'm done right now just before midnight -in my time zone anyway- and BOY THAT WAS SOME FIC!!! It had me laughing so hard at times and holding my breath waiting for what's to come at times. I loved the way you portrayed Levi here. This arrogant, annoying, funny, caring fighter and leader and the way you made Mikasa an even more bad-ass warrior. Looking forward to reading more of you.” -  Marwa_Aslaa3

“ Thank you so much for this amazing story! I read the whole story in one sitting and I can't remember when was the last time I was so happy about something. It made me smile and giggle the whole day, it made me feel warm. You are a true hero and have the ability to give magic to the sentences you write”-  Not_Orange

You can find the story in the following links:

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/26397433/chapters/64303924

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https://www.wattpad.com/story/240534704-twisted-fate-rivamika-lemon

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How to be happy

Description:

What would happen if Mikasa was pulled out of her universe into ours after Eren saved her? What would happen when Levi is pulled out of the rumbling straight into Mikasa's apartment in our world?

Author notes:

It is necessary to read or watch ‘Attack on Titan’ prior this book to be able to understand the story. This one can be said that is half canon verse half Alternate Universe since Levi jumps to our universe straight from the rumbling. This is one shot I did for Rivamika week. It’s mostly fluff and a little comedy.

Some reader’s reviews:

“ What can I say? It's perfect as always ((X You really are talented in writing so I hope you'll keep doing that in the future! I think we (rivamika peeps) all agree to say that you're a special someone in this community (as well as our Dildo Queen, this one may be my own thought though^^) (Saved by Deception story reference) I'm glad you participated in this event because this one-shot was wonderful, inventive and fun to read! Keep going Queen, you're nailing it!!!” -  Hayden_dsc

You can find the story in the following links:

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/28809051

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https://www.wattpad.com/story/255240403-how-to-be-happy

[youngbeanpole]

A message from BP’s mail-lady

hoo boy here we go. this is gonna be a long post.

hi! im lemon, and i started this blog on april 2nd 2012. and today, april 22nd 2021, im posting beanpole’s last message here. its been one hell of a ride.

how it all started i was 15, spending time on tumblr, when i suddenly started seeing people posting about this movie that was about to be released soon, called the lorax. now, im not american, so i had never really heard of dr seuss, but people were so enthusiastic! so i watched a shitty cam-rip of the movie and joined the fandom. 

and then the askblogs started, the first one i came across being swag, of course. i had run askblogs for other fandoms before, so i wanted to join in on the fun. but regular once-ler was already taken... and green suit once-lers, and audrey and ted too... so i had to come up with something original. 

the movie started with the once-ler leaving home and his family showing just how awful they were, and i started thinking, ‘man, his childhood mustve sucked..’ ‘haha what if i made a blog about once-ler when he was my age?’ 

an impulse decision that somehow gained me 100 followers in a week. somehow relatable tumblr teen once-ler was relatable to 2012 tumblr. who couldve known? 

i get kinda emotional looking back at it, honestly. people were so fun and creative. id stay up late to keep talking to people (bc timezones are hell). and i had a lot of fun just pretending to be a flawed boy, one who seemed nice but could be rather snarky, who would lie and break promises at the drop of a hat, but only because he didnt know any better, not out of malice. and i couldnt have done it without you all. i never wouldve known that he hates tomatoes, or likes celine dion, or wears the same thneed every dang day just because that happened to be his icon. 

was it silly to get obsessed with a childrens movie? maybe. but i had a great time.  (im also happy to see there are still people in the fandom that are carrying on the legacy... you guys rock)

truffula flu i think most people that remember bp remember him from truffula flu’s camp entre, over at youngbeansprout... a blog ive sadly lost the password to. im a big baby so i never thought id enjoy writing about something as scary as zombies, but i saw my friends doing it so i went in blind, without any idea on a backstory for the au or whatever.  ....which is probably why he wasnt always all that prominent in the story, haha. well, that, and timezones. 

it was probably an even wilder time than running this blog was, because there was actual plot. and people would liveblog it. and make fanart. and cosplay??? someone out there? cosplayed my oc to a convention? its one of those things that make you go. huh. i made something cool. probably never gonna reach that high ever again, but it sure is a fond memory. i still have a folder on my computer with all the fanart and it still brings a smile to my face.

also... i never did get to finish zombie au’s story, but i did plan how it would end. so if youve managed to read this far, congratulations! youve hit the hidden deep lore.

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so the thing with truffula flu was that entre made the trees fucked up, right? and those spores would turn ppl into zombies. and of course you could become a zombie from being bitten, but it also traveled through the air...

everyone in camp entre (who wasnt immune or already infected) wore a gasmask, a bandana, something to cover their mouth. bp, who wandered into the apocalypse by accident, did not. he didnt even know. 

so little by little, the spores gathered in his lungs, until he realized. oh no. im getting sick. oh no. oh no oh no oh no. he messed around audrey’s equipment to confirm he was infected, and he got scared. he was a scared kid and he was going to die.

except. ted had handed him a cure for safe-keeping. a cure bp had sworn to protect with his life. but it could save him, right? in a moment of cowardice, he uses it on himself... only to find out there never was a cure.  (now heres the part where my memory gets fuzzy but) the ‘’’cure’’’ was given to ted, who was already slightly rotting, meant as a mercy kill. the people who gave him the cure assumed he would use it on himself.

except ted was a good kid, who wanted to use the cure to help others. and beanpole? his lies and broken promises came back to bite him in the ass, and he died sudden and alone. the end. :)

ANYWAY

the end of an era ive wanted to wrap this blog up for several years now but i never knew how. younger me wanted to give him a happy ending, which back then i thought was getting him a girlfriend. 

but as i got older, i realized... not everything can be fixed with a relationship. he’d have to learn to overcome his flaws by himself, learn his lesson about honesty and sincerity and the dangers of greed. and then, maybe he’ll have a happy ending.

so as he rides into the sunset on this day, imagine. maybe he’ll end up cutting down a forest and regretting it the rest of his life. maybe he’ll become a rock-star. an inventor. a teacher. a gentleman. a cannibal? okay, maybe not that one or maybe he’ll continue traveling forever, singing songs about boredom.

who knows? there’s infinite possibilites out there.

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and with that, im logging off too. if you ever need me, ill be over on twitter as his deoncelerized self, bean. 

<3

[patton-cake]

No thoughts- head gay

@katlikethesword Happy birthday Kat!! @irritating-lady-knight and I wrote this as your birthday present!!! We hope you enjoy it! We love you so much Kitty Kat! You're just always so precious and kind and I could go on forever. You're amazing Kat! Take all our love and affection

Pairing: prinxiety

Summary: Roman is precious and Virgil definitely isn't simping, no that would be ridiculous he would never simp for his roommate

"Ro? What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in class? Don't tell me that you're skipping your silly theater thing for me"

Virgil gently hit Roman's arm and started walking next to him. Their footsteps echoing in the empty hallway.

"Pff don't flatter yourself too much finding emo. Class got cancelled, some dude tried to recreate the balcony scene from Romeo and Juliet. He broke 3 ribs."

Roman let out a muffled laugh and handed his friend some oreos

"Want one? I was bored so decided to stop for a snack"

"Thanks princey, you always know how to find your way into my heart"

Virgil rolled his eyes but softly smiled as he accepted the food. They ate in comfortable silence and made their way out of the school building.

"Uh Virge? You don't happen to have an umbrella do you?"

He looked up from his phone and saw the rain falling down from the sky

"What's the matter prince charming? Afraid of water? Afraid that it might ruin your hair?"

Roman glared at him before shoving Virgil outside.

"Go on sunshine, let's see how long your makeup will last in the rain"

"How mature of you Ro, afraid to go first? Well come on then! Go follow mother duck. I will protect you my little duckling"

Virgil pulled Roman into the rain and started to walk very proudly, arms linked with Roman.

"Okay, if this is how you want to play this V, then you need to carry me on your back. This poor little duckling needs to be carried!"

Roman pouted and dramatically leaned his full weight against Virgil, who started at him with an annoyed face. But unfortunately for himself, Virgil was way to competitive to give up now.

"Bring it on ugly duckling"

"Auch that one hurts V, that one hurts"

And that's how Virgil ended up giving Roman a piggyback ride all the way to their apartment. When they finally arrived, they both were completely soaked.

"Thank you my noble horse for carrying me to my palace!"

"I thought I was mama duck?"

Roman laughed and opened the door to their apartment

"Nah a horse suits you better"

Virgil rolled his eyes and dropped his backpack on their apartment floor.

"Whatever makes you happy Romano, I'm gonna shower, please don't burn the house down."

Roman sputtered out a complaining noice as Virgil walked up stairs

"THAT HAPPENED ONE TIME"

After Virgil was down showering, he walked downstairs and put on a movie. He heard Roman serenading himself under the shower and chuckled softly. When he finally heard Roman's footsteps, he looked up and his heart stopped for a second

"Is that my hoodie?"

A soft red blush spread over both of their cheeks

"Uh- yeay- I was really cold a-and your hoodies always look so soft and warm, but I can put it back if you want me to!"

"Keep it"

Roman awkwardly sat down next to him

"You want me to keep it? Are you sure?"

Virgil looked at him with a soft look in his eyes,

"Yeay, it looks better on you anyway"

He didn't think that Roman's face could turn more red, it almost matched his annoyingly adorable sweater that he was wearing. No Virgil, no more gay thoughts for today, he had already reached his limits. He just had to focus on the movie they were watching.

"Wait a minute, are you complementing me Virge? Awww you don't hate me!"

Virgil almost believed Roman's confident voice if it wasn't for the blush that still burned bright red on his cheeks

"I take it back, you're the worst"

After this, it didn’t take very long for the two of them to fall back in their familiar rhythm, Virgil grumbling about plot holes, Roman criticizing the choices of the main characters- both jostling each other while fighting to eat as much popcorn as possible before the other could take ‘more than their fair share’. Slowly their comments and arguments and movement died off, though, and they truly became invested in the plot.

After two and a half movies, a sunset, a frantic call from Logan, and 4 cups of cocoa, Virgil had settled into his corner of the couch, warmth pooled in his belly and a blanket pulled to his chin. Roman had decided that it was too much work to actually get up and put on socks, so he’d tucked his ice cold feet under Virgil’s thighs and flopped dramatically across the rest of the couch, mumbling about Virgil’s abundant heat that he insisted on taking advantage of. Selfish fucker. Virgil didn’t know why he continued to deal with him. Most certainly not because he’d grown fond of him, god forbid. Motherfucker. Getting attached

. This is why he didn’t want a roommate freshman year. But as he watched Roman mouthing lines right alongside Jack, he was unable to smother a fond smile, shaking his head in disgust at himself.

“V.”

He grunted in response, looking up from his thoughts to see Roman standing in front of him, Sally frozen on screen. “Mug.”

Virgil pressed his mug into Roman’s hands and nudged his shin with a gentle foot in thanks, shifting to turtle further into his nest of blankets. A few minutes later Roman returned, mugs filled to the brim with steamy cocoa, Roman’s piled high with marshmallows and whipped cream.

“Move over.” Roman demanded, sitting down right beside him, their thighs pressed together. Virgil was wide awake.

“I- move? I’m pressed up against the side, dipshit. There is nowhere else for me to move!” Virgil pushed at him gently, but Roman only made a soft noise in response, carefully putting his mug in Virgil’s hands, the latter spluttering in offense. “The f-” He cut himself off with a grunt of surprise as his roommate flopped against him, pressing his cheek flat against Virgil’s arm.

“My dude???” Virgil squirmed until Roman sighed dramatically and shifted again, until Virgil was sitting up, two mugs balanced precariously in his hands, and Roman was pressed up against his side, feet once again tucked beneath his roommate’s thighs.

“I’m staying here, don’t complain or I’m spilling your cocoa on you. You are a human heater and I am visibly shivering, don’t be selfish and share.” Roman stated firmly, snuggling back against Virgil’s shoulder before pressing play.

Virgil.exe has stopped working. Press any button on your keyboard to restart.

Roman smelled like lemon and sandalwood. Virgil didn’t know what sandalwood was, but Roman smelled like it. His hair was still slightly damp from his shower, and it was soft and gentle against Virgil’s neck. He was lying when he said that he was cold, he was a nice sort of warm that Virgil melted into on contact, and couldn’t convince himself to move away from. Not that he wanted to. Except he did. He was no simp. He refused. Patton was a simp. Virgil was no simp. Absolutely not.

Except..

No.

Virgil. No.

Stop.

If you-

But he did.

Virgil quietly scolded himself and shook his head. It was time to focus on the movie, he shouldn't think about Roman or Roman's stupidly perfect face. No. He wouldn't think of that.

He almost found himself focusing back on the movie, but of course, Roman had to make it more difficult. Virgil felt a soft breath in his neck and saw that his friend had closed his eyes, his chest moving in a steady rhythm. He looked absolutely perfect. Okay, Virgil allowed that one gay thought, it was simply a fact and Logan had always told him that you can't argue with facts.

The movie. Virgil had to focus on the movie. He just had pretend that Roman was not there! That his hair didn't tickle Virgil's face. That shouldn't be that difficult right?

"..V..?"

Shit

Roman's voice was soft and Virgil lost his mind again

"Yeay Ro?"

His voice didn't squeak, it didn't . Virgil fought against his urges to kiss Roman's perfectly soft lips and to keep him here forever, laying on their couch. That sounded perfect to Virgil.

"Did you know that you're really hot Virge?"

The urges kept getting stronger and Virgil swallowed, trying not to squeak again

"Another heating pad joke? You're repeating yourself Ro"

"I didn't mean it in that way"

And with that he placed a soft kiss on Virgil's cheek before laying back down, closing his eyes again.

From that moment on Virgil was certain of two things.

One: He failed his gay thoughts rule

And two: He would risk absolutely everything for his roommate.

[antarestyl]

Got not tagged but saw this meme and wanted to do it :D

I tag @namekian-maoh and whoever else wanna try!

How many works do you have on AO3?

56 so far.

What’s your total AO3 word count?

600021 at this moment... damnit, I like nice and round numbers more XD

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

29 XD well, some are crossover and some are almost-the-same (especially with Video games where I often take multiple entires in a series into account and tag them accordingly)

As for my fandoms:

Video games: Amnesia: The Dark Descent, Among Us, Bowser's Fury, Deltarune, Don't Starve, Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, Final Fantasy XV, Luigi's Mansion, Mario & Luigi RPG, Monkey Island, Pikmin, Pocket Monsters | Pokemon, Super Mario & Related Fandoms, Super Mario Bros, Super Mario Odyssey, Super Paper Mario, Undertale, (+ AU of Undertale)

Comic/Cartoon/Manga/Anime: Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters, Yu-Gi-Oh! (All Media Types), Homestuck, Gravity Falls, DCU (Comics), Booster Gold (Comics),  Blue Beetle (Comics)

Books/Movies/Divers: Harry Potter, Mystery Skulls Animated, Olsen-banden | The Olsen Gang (Movies), Ties of Lapis (Skyrim-AU),

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. PTA Sans and other glorious things       

73016 words, 3192 Kudos, so far my most successful work XD It’s still ongoing. Undertale Fanfic, Monster-on-the-Surface, True Pacifist Ending, PTA AU, SansxToriel in the Background, everybody is here, mostly happy, silly and only a small dose of angst from time to time. Later chapters with more story.

2. TrioBlasterSets AU - Six puppys and 3 flames                 

270813 word, 758 Kudos. I write this AU together with @namekian-maoh . Still ongoing. Undertale Baby-Blaster AU with some Underfell and Underswap thrown into it. Dadby, Badster, mostly family fluff and dealing with the experiment!gaster-blaster Background of 3 skeleton children. Also 3 flames who take care of them that have way more drama going on themselves than nessessary. Chapters are not in chronological order. Has a few Spin-offs too (including some NSFW oneshorts about the flames and their relationship ;) )

3. So I won't regret another day 

19214 words, 320 Kudos. Undertale Underfell AU, Underfell Sansby with some healthy relationships, the planning of a revolt against an insane king, monster still being monster and not really made for violence in an violent setting. If officially finished but I write new chapters when the fancy strikes me.

4. Grillby's                 

9894 words, 265 Kudos. Deltarune/Undertale fanfic with a Spin, named Plushyrune (aka Deltarune where eveything is the same, just with Sansby and Sans makes plushies). Started as just pure silly fluff, kinda got a plot now about the kids of Deltarune. Still ongoing, new chapter is 80% done ;)

5. Something old, something new... 

6579 words, 208 Kudos. Pure Post-Pacifist Surface Sansby fluff. Mostly from Grillby’s POV how they fall in love and be silly and in love. Still ongoing, haven’t really had to mojo to write more for it lately, but I WILL return at some point.

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I try to! I used to not comment on comments because I had this irrational feeling of “cheating the numbers” if I reply to comments but... screw that, I want to interact with people! So I try to answer any and all comments now :)

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Ufff, for me it’s a tie between The last chip  and Laughter in the Darkness. The Last Chip is a Yu-gi-Oh! Fanfic in a series of Kaiba spiraling downwards after the Manga/Anime ended and sets up the events of Dark Site of Dimensions. It ends pretty much with Kaiba ending up getting borderline suicidal in his Obsession with the Pharaoh.

Laughter in the Darkness is the Epilog I wrote for my Gravity Falls x Amnesia Crossover where Ford is pretty much an Amnesia-Protagonist and archives the very worst ending for himself. Mind the tags if you read this. It ends with Ford at the lowest possible point for himself and its open ended if he is going fully insane or if Bill Chiper really is still around. (and it’s not clear what outcome is the better one)

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Nah, not really. I am a chill writer in my own little corners of the fandom and most people leave me alone. I did get one “But Queer is a SLUR” comment way back in the day where it was still all “????” to say that out loud. But otherwise? Nah. I am not important enough for hate, lol.

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I have XD Not much thou. I wrote so far an mastubation scene with the one going down on himself heavily NOT BEING ALRIGHT while doing so XD Other than that I have 2 NSFW Undertale fics with some hot flame-on-flame action. I do like writing not-standard-sex (as in Sex that doesn’t requite human genitila) Otherwise I like to hint or describe feelings more than the act itself. More lime than lemon ;)

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of. As I said, I am not important enough for that.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I had some ppl asking for permission to translate (which of course) but as far as I know there are no translations out there as of yet.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yeah, I am writing the TrioBlasterSet AU with @namekian-maoh I did Co-write some fics way back during my fanfiction.de time too but that’s a long time ago.

What’s your all time favorite ship?

I ship a lot and am a dirty multishipper XD I have to many ships to really call one out as my favorite.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

TrioBlasterSets AU because there is always MORE to tell with this AU XD

What are your writing strengths?

I am the Queen of Worldbuilding and Crossovers baby!

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Only do it if you have a REALLY good reason for it AND if you have a good gasp on the language. Like, nothing takes me out of a fic faster than reading stuff in horrible German written by people who were to lazy to just copy/paste the word from google translate (my time in the Apollo Justice fandom has seriously scared me. It’s Fräulein, not Fraulein or Fraülein! Also you can’t just swap ei and ie around THOSE ARE DIFFERENT SOUNDS! als we have the letter ß it’s a shap s sound you can’t just use/not use it as you please!)

Also in 90% of all cases it’s just not nessessary. Write what you wanna write, TELL us it was said in a different language OR let the POV character just tell us their hear something said in an other language they couldn’t understand.

What I want to say is: Have some respect of the language you want to use!

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What was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

I THINK it was Harry Potter? IDK I wrote a cringy Star Trek Parodie when I was like 14 or so and those OCs went through a lot from that time on forward but Idk if that even counts XD

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What’s your favorite fic you’ve ever written?

The Game of Our Life It’s a series of Mario x Homestuck Fics I wrote before Undertale came along and swept me away XD I love all my fics of course but this one was the first really big one I finished on english and it was the one I am most proud of of the world-building. It has angst, it has lore, my writing style was just really developing there and I am just proud of it. (Also it’s very self-indulging so yeah XD love it a LOT)

[useraew]

Anxiety Attack

Colby Brock x Female reader

Trigger : Includes the reader having breakdown as a anxiety attack kicks in. 

Plot : In the midst of everyone telling you that your friendship with Colby is more than you think, it leads you to have an anxiety attack.  This takes place in the new trap house. 

This is both going to be in the reader’s pov and Colby’s. 

Y/n’s Pov 

The underlining feelings I had for Colby made me wanna scream. I’ve been friends with him for over a year or so and within that time, everyone seems to notice how close we were. I never really notice it at first but we always had our inside jokes. Our own handshake we created just for us. The amount of time we’d just hang out to just ourselves. Never thought in million years I’d have a friendship like this. 

I’ve always noticed the way Colby smiled at me, it always made me feel something real. The way he hugged me as i’d place my chin on his shoulder for a moment.  Looking at pictures that both of us made and feeling a smile appear on his face, just the way he looked me drove me to my core. A joy Colby would be when he’d make a silly face to make me laugh or make me happier when i’m down. 

Downsides to having feelings for my best friend was everyone else teasing me,making hints at Colby, and the amount of anxiety that would come with it that would destroy me mentally. I’d try to ignore them as using my phone to distract my thoughts would only work for a little bit of time. 

Pressing the doorbell as I arrived at the trap house, i hoped Colby would answer so i didn’t feel a boost of nerves with it being him answering the door. As the sound of feet moved closer to the door, I started to play with my fingers. The sound of Colby’s voice filled the air as I let out relief. As always he hugged me, my chin placed on his shoulder as i felt safe for a moment. Letting go of him i felt the nerves slowly fill me up. 

Following him to where everyone else was, he whispered in my ear making me pale . “I’ll get you a white claw okay?” My eyes meeting his; I nodded as he smiled going to the kitchen. Once everyone noticed my presence, the room filled with giggles and laughter making me take a hold of my fingers as I took a seat next to Tara. 

“Hi Y/n, doesn’t Colby look extra cute today” Reggie teased as I gave him a blank face trying to hide my anxious state. As Kevin was about to comment on Reggie’s statement Colby’s voice appeared. “Here you go darling” Gladly taking the White claw from Colby he took a seat next to me. Opening the drink the taste of lemon hit my tongue distracting me from the boys. The feeling of Colby’s hand fell down to my lower back as my eyes grew wide. 

My eyes wondered back at my best friend watching him give me a wink. “Aww Colby and Y/n are so precious” Looking back at Jake as he chuckled afterword. “Gosh why aren’t they together?” Kevin mentioned to me as I kept my eyes down to my drink . “Oh god I assumed you guys were a thing” Katrina spoke as Tara agreed. All the anxious feelings came over me making me feel like i was going up in flames. I took another sip of my beverage before slowly just staring at the wall. 

Before blacking out, the faint sound of Colby's voice filled the room. “Guys shut the fuck up” Finishing off my White Claw, easily using my hand to scrunch it up but that wasn’t enough to fix my sadness I was feeling. Letting the White Claw fall from my hand to the floor I finally stood up and left to the front door. Everything started to go up in the flame within me, shouting of my name and my pace sped up when finding my way out. 

Feeling the air as I find myself jumping into my car, with the footsteps belonging to my best friend behind me. Looking out the car window, a concerned boy who I knew so well watched as a tear formed in my eye. “Y/n, what’s wrong?” Opening the car door, Colby took that as a clue to open it all the way, once I could feel the air hit my face, he was fast to bring me in his arms again.       

Taking deep breaths I found myself calmly speaking up, “anxiety attack” I mumbled into his ear as he rubbed my back. “It’s okay sweetie, you wanna go to my room and lay down for a bit?”  Shaking my head yes he helped me out of my car and locked it for myself as he lead me back into the house. As I walked back in with Colby's arm around me still, he bent down a little to whisper in my ear again. “Go to my room and lay down i’ll be up in a moment.” “mhm” came out of my mouth as i walked upstairs to his room. 

Colby’s Pov

As his bedroom door clicked shut, Colby found his way back over to everyone. “Hey is Y/n okay?” Tara questioned as she had a full face of concern. “She had an anxiety attack no thanks to everyone’s jokes and teasing about her and I” “Oh” Tara and the rest of the friends looked sadden by the news. “I hope yall are happy” Colby mumbled under his breath. Before he could get back to you the feeling of Jake’s hand bringing him back. “I thought you and y/n had something going on?” Colby was taken back by his words as he defended you and him. 

 “If their is then that’s between her and i not anyone else, now if you don’t mind i’m gonna go upstairs make sure she’s okay” With that I quickly got back upstairs to y/n. As I opened the door I found Y/n laying there looking adorable under my covers. As my eyes looked into hers I gave her a assuming smile as I joined her in my bed. She giggled as I held on to her, my lips lightly kissed her shoulder. Her head turned to me as my attention was only on her face now. 

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” I asked as i waited for a reply pulling her hair behind her ears so I could see that earring in her ear. “It’s been about you since the day we met” Seeing her look away from my glance made me realize how she was feeling. Directing her eyes back at mine I let her continue, “I don’t want to watch myself lose you because you don’t feel the way I do about you”     

Sitting up in my seat, planting my hands around her face I forced her to look me in eyes. “Nothing will cause us to lose each other and nothing is going change how I feel about you Y/n.” The gaze in Y/n’s eyes on me gave me goosebumps forming on my arms as cold breeze was brought in. In another moment we moved back in a normal position with her chin resting on my chest. “Are you cold?” She muttered as y/n examined my arm. “I’m okay” murmuring back. “How are you feeling y/n” She took a minute to answer me as her body reposition to her sitting criss cross applesauce. “I don’t know” Y/n shrugged 

Getting up Y/n paced around my room seeing feel this way made my heart break. “I just wanna be the girl you love Cole, I want it all” Trying to get from my seat she was hesitant towards myself. “No, is it because i’m gonna get rejected? Or i’m not your type?”  She projected herself against a wall as her tired eyes developed more tears. Finding myself towards her again, her cry became more powerful. She sighed as our foreheads met she took deeper breathes. 

“Shhh” Calming her down, I kept eye contact to make sure she knew everything was going to be okay. “I would never reject you ever in my life, god you are so my fucking type okay?” Shaking her head i cleared her tears. “i do also love you, i would love to have it all with you.” I reassured her.  

  Walking away from Y/n to find my record player, I could feel Y/n’s stare from behind me. Her feet moved slow as she came up on my right side. She watched me put a record on as the music came out. “May I have this dance?” taking her hand we slow danced. Holding her from her waist she smiled. 

Twirling her around I kissed cheek making her chuckle. “Colby” She spoke as she turned around to look at me. “yeah honey” Y/n took this opportunity to wrap her arms around my neck. “I’m in love with you Cole” A moment like this was never what I expected I've always had these loving feelings for Y/n. When everyone had this idea that we were already together or what ever I tried not to make anything of it not realizing it affected y/n the way it did. 

“Y/n, I’ve always loved you” As the music started to get more upbeat Y/n took it upon herself to kiss me. As the kiss got deeper, I had her in my arms only focusing on her lips. Pushing myself up against the wall my left hand intertwined with her right hand. My right hand helped keep her balanced before Y/n let go of my lips to take a breather. 

“You’re so beautiful Cole” Y/n admired me as I gladly took her back to my bed. Placing her down I kissed her forehead. “You’re more beautiful and you have always been the love of my life” Cuddling her close now I was left with the sound of music filling the room and her safely in my arms.      

[nikki-writes-stuff]

Beauty In the Blood - Part Two

Summary: One day your friend convinces you to join a dating website that matches people based on their search histories, and when you match with Loki Odinson, a handsome, intelligent coroner who’s a fan of your murder mysteries, you’re absolutely thrilled. But there’s something off about Loki, and as your relationship progresses, you discover that his dark side is even darker than you could ever have imagined…

Pairing: Serial Killer!Loki x Writer!Reader

Read part one here!

Read part three here! 

A/N: This story is based off of this post! I hope you guys enjoy; this is my first time writing Loki, and this will probably be the darkest thing I’ve ever written. Please let me know what you think as the story progresses!

Warning: This story contains graphic descriptions of death! This chapter also has mentions of smut in it, so read at your own risk! And, above all else, enjoy!

Your bottom lip was bright red from how ferociously you’d been chewing on it. The menu in your hands was crumpled from where you’d been gripping it, and your thigh was starting to feel sore from how fast your knee was bouncing under the table.

Another glance at your phone revealed the time to be 12:14, and your heart fluttered with a fresh wave of anxiety; you and Loki had agreed to meet at noon, and he didn’t seem like the type to be late. What if your first date with him hadn’t gone as well as you’d hoped? What if you were going to be sitting here, alone, for the next hour or so, waiting for a date who had no intention of showing up? What if-

Your musings were drowned out by a flood of relief when you saw the man in question walk through the bistro’s doors, and immediately you chided yourself on being so paranoid. His crystalline eyes scanned the small restaurant until they finally fell on you, and his face lit up when your gazes met.

Your heart squeezed as he started walking towards you, and you slowly scanned him up and down as he made his way to your table. Today, he was dressed in charcoal grey trousers with a light green shirt tucked into them, and though you knew it was silly, you couldn’t help but grin when you saw the briefcase he was holding. How professional.

“I am,” he huffed, sitting down across from you, “so sorry for being late. The police strolled in today ten minutes before my break with a body they’d dredged up from the Hudson this morning.”

“Just another day at the office, then?” you joked, and he chuckled under his breath.

“When you’re in my line of work, yes.”

“Well, it’s ok. You could’ve called to cancel if your work needed your attention-“

“No,” he shook his head resolutely. “I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind since the café. Nothing was going to make me miss this.”

Your cheeks felt even hotter, and you tried to hide your enormous smile behind your menu. A cold hand wrapped around one of your wrists, and you glanced up as Loki pulled your hand to rest in his on the tabletop. You shared a small, almost shy, smile with him before your waiter approached.

“Good afternoon,” he greeted the two of you. “My name is John; I’ll be taking care of you guys today. May I start out with your drink orders?”

After you’d placed your order of iced tea and Loki had requested a water with lemon, you sat your menu down and turned to him.

“So… How have the past three days been for you?” you asked, and Loki’s eyes flicked up from the menu as he answered.

“Busy. But not unmanageable; the police have been particularly obnoxious this week, but then again, New York’s finest have always been a pain in the arse.”

You chuckled and took a sip of your tea.

“Well… I’m sorry they’ve been giving you a hard time.”

“It’s fine; after all, that’s what they do best.” Having apparently decided on what he’d have for lunch, your date set his menu on top of yours and squeezed your hand. “How about you, though? Any new projects you’ve been working on?”

“Maybe,” you hummed. “I actually just sent the second draft of my latest novel to my publisher, so hopefully it’ll be on shelves in a few months’ time.”

Loki’s eyes lit up, and he leaned forward on his elbow.

“Oh? What is it about?”

You laughed at the eager look on his face and quirked an eyebrow.

“You don’t really want me to spoil it for you, do you?”

“Spoil it? No, but just a brief summary of the plot would be enough to satisfy your most dedicated reader. For now, at least.”

You pretended to think for it a moment, biting your lip and tilting your head to the side.

“Hm… I don’t know…”

Turning back toward Loki, you watched as he lifted the back of your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles as he winked at you.

“Please?” he asked, his voice just a note huskier than it had been a moment ago. “I can think of a few ways I could repay you…”

You swallowed, the cadence and timber of his voice going straight to your core, and you clenched your thighs at the implication of his words.

“Wh-what do you have in mind?” you stammered, and Loki gave you a knowing smirk.

“The only way to find out is if you tell me what I want to know,” he murmured.

Before you could say anything else, though, your waiter arrived with your drinks, and Loki’s eyes didn’t stray from you for even a moment, not even while he placed his order. You hoped the waiter hadn’t overheard your conversation as he walked up, and you stuttered your way through asking for the lunch special.

Once he was walking away, Loki’s smile stretched into a full-on, mischievous grin.

“I believe you had something you wanted to tell me, love?”

You blinked a few times and cleared your throat.

“Ah, yes. So,” you started, “the title I finally settled on is Cracked Glass, and it’s about two detectives who are partners – their names are Smithback and Charles. And the premise of the story is that one of them is a serial killer who keeps dropping bodies all over Chicago, but you don’t know which one is the killer until the very end. I’m actually pretty excited about it! My editor said that it’s her favorite of my works to date.”

Loki grinned, setting his chin in his palm while tracing your knuckles with the thumb of his other hand.

“That sounds incredibly intriguing, my dear,” he praised. “I’m guessing that there’s a plot twist of epic proportions at the end?”

“Well, I don’t like to brag, but…” You trailed off with a laugh, shrugging. “I just hope people like it. Especially my ‘most dedicated reader’.”

“I know that I’ll adore it, just as I have all your other works,” he assured you.

After that, the two of you made small talk until your food came. You found out that Loki’s favorite color was green, that he had a black cat named Lovecraft, and that his brother was planning a trip to New York to come visit him.

“We decided on May,” Loki informed you, “which gives me two months to prepare myself mentally for the onslaught that is Thor Odinson.”

“I’m sure he’s not that bad,” you chuckled, and Loki gave you a skeptical look.

“My brother once ate two entire rotisserie chickens in one setting while singing ‘Don’t Stop Believing’ drunkenly with his group of Neanderthalic friends,” he deadpanned. “We were twenty-eight at the time, and he’d consumed… I want to get the number right; I think it was twelve Jaeger Bombs.”

You almost choked on your tea from laughing so hard, and the smile he gave you was so genuine, so full of affection, that it made your heart swell almost painfully in your chest.

After finishing your meal, Loki insisted on paying the bill, and the two of you walked out of the bistro arm in arm. It was a beautiful, albeit cold, day in Manhattan. The sun was shining; the birds were singing; a saxophone player could be heard performing on a nearby street corner.

“It’s days like this that make me fall in love with New York,” you sighed, tilting your head back as the wind whipped through your hair.

Loki’s eyes followed the curve of your neck as you tilted your head towards the sky, and he licked his lips as he imagined wrapping his hand around it. He wouldn’t do any permanent damage, of course; he would sooner destroy a stained glass window than take the life of the woman he was already madly in love with. But his cock twitched at the thought of you walking around with bruises he’d painted across your body, starting with that elegant neck…

“Loki?”

He cleared his throat, snapping out of his reverie as you raised your eyebrow expectantly at him.

“I’m sorry, darling, did you say something?” he asked distractedly, and you chuckled before repeating yourself.

“I asked when you have to be back to work,” you said, and Loki glanced down at his watch.

“In about twenty minutes,” he sighed. “But the hospital is only a fifteen minute walk away.”

You hesitated, debating whether or not to ask the question that had popped into your head. You didn’t want to seem desperate, but at the same time, you didn’t want your date with Loki to end just yet.

“Would it be ok if I, um…walked with you to the hospital? If it’s ok,” you quickly added. “If you would rather have the time to yourself, then I can head home. It’s just-“

You were cut off by Loki’s lips as they pressed against yours, and you smiled as you sunk into the kiss, resting your hands on his chest as he nipped lightly at your bottom lip.

“Of course you can,” he whispered, running one of his hands through your hair. “I would leave work early, if I could, to spend the rest of the day with you.”

You grinned and stood up on your tiptoes to peck his lips again, warmth blooming within you.

“Okay…”

Reaching down, you laced your fingers through his as he started off in the direction of the hospital, and the walk was mostly silent as you took in the sights and sounds of the city around you. People were milling about busily, oblivious to you as you watched them. Loki, for his part, was too focused on how warm your hand felt in his and how good your hair smelled when the breeze carried its scent in his direction. This was only his second date with you, but you were already driving him mad; he’d never desired another person this way before. All of his previous attractions had been fleeting and superficial, but your mind drew him in like a moth to flame.

Before either of you knew it, the Bellevue Hospital Center was rising before you, a monolith of brick and glass, and you couldn’t help but feel intimidated by it. After all, it was one of the oldest hospitals in the city; Loki must have been fantastic at his job to be able to work in such a prestigious establishment.

“This is the office,” he joked, leading you in past the front doors.

You weren’t able to form a response as you stepped into the modern entry hall of the hospital. Curved walkways lay overhead, and the walls and ceiling were mostly made of glass. People were milling about everywhere, not sparing the two of you a single glance as they went about their business.

“Wow…”

Loki chuckled at your wonder, stopping next to a set of elevators as he rummaged through his pocket. You glanced down to see him pull out an ID card with his name, picture, and the words ‘Medical Examiner’ in bold font on it.

“I’ve never been to such a fancy looking hospital,” you admitted.

“After a while, it gets old,” he admitted, glancing around with an unimpressed look on his face. “It’s big and expensive, yes, but it nearly takes me twenty minutes just to walk from my office to the cafeteria.”

The two of you shared a laugh, oblivious to the detectives who had paused too look at you. Natasha turned to Steve, both of them shocked at seeing Loki actually laughing with someone. Not just someone – a pretty young woman who was currently holding his hand.

“I…don’t think I’ve ever seen him genuinely smile,” Rogers mused, and Natasha quirked an eyebrow, and unreadable expression on her face.

“Neither have I…”

They watched as you leaned up to press a kiss to Loki’s cheek, and something in Natasha stirred at the sight, something that hinted at feelings she’d never even considered having towards Dr. Odinson.

“I’ll text you tonight,” Loki said, oblivious to the officers staring at him from across the room. “Maybe we can do something this weekend? After all, I still need to repay you for letting me in on what your new masterpiece is about.”

Your cheeks heated up, and you playfully rolled your eyes.

“I definitely wouldn’t call it a masterpiece,” you insisted humbly.

“Mm, we’ll agree to disagree on that, love.”

You made to pull away, but Loki’s grip on you tightened, making you turn back to him curiously.

“Before you leave,” he murmured, “can I ask you another morbid question?”

“Of course,” you laughed. “I’m always up for one of those.”

Loki’s thumb traced your knuckles as he spoke to you in a hushed tone.

“Last time, you told me how you’d kill someone out of necessity,” he said, a twinkle of mischief alight in his eyes. “Tell me how you would kill someone who deserves to die. Maybe someone who’d done bad things to innocent people.”

You chuckled at the sincerity of the question; if it was anybody else, you’d be worried. But this was Loki; he had a morbid career just like you, and you knew better than to put any thought into his question.

“Is this going to become a game between us?” you giggled. “Exchanging ideas for murder?”

Loki snickered at the question.

“It can be, if you’d permit it.”

“Oh, I’m always down for some homicide.” You thought about it for a moment, biting your bottom lip in contemplation. “I guess… I would probably drown them. I’m not the strongest person in the world, but if you put someone in a bathtub and hold their legs up, it’s nearly impossible for them to right themselves. And, plus, it’s definitely not a painless way to die, so whatever horrible things they did will be paid for, I suppose.”

Loki nodded, filing away the information for later use.

“Elegant,” he praised, and you playfully bowed your head.

“I aim to please.”

After you said your goodbyes, the two of you parted ways, oblivious to the detectives still watching you. They were too far away to overhear your conversation, but both of them were intrigued to see Loki seemingly happy with someone.

As you walked out of the hospital, your eyes caught a flash of red hair, and you turned to see a drop-dead gorgeous redhead standing next to an equally attractive blonde man. Typically, you wouldn’t of given them a second glance, but… They were both watching you. Intently.

For a moment, you faltered in your step, the distinct feeling of being watched prickling at your scalp. But then the blonde man smiled at you and politely inclined his head, the way two strangers might do if they were both in line at a coffee shop.

You hesitantly returned his smile before walking out the doors, still feeling unsettled by the exchange. Because despite the friendly gesture of the man, the woman with him hadn’t even faltered in her stare. She’d just continued to watch you impassively, her arms crossed against her chest and her lips pressed firmly together.

The couple left your mind soon enough, though, and after sitting in a cab for twenty minutes, you were once again in your comfy townhome. You spent the rest of the afternoon in front of your computer, an empty word document open before you. It was true that you’d just finished up your latest work, but you knew you couldn’t get to comfortable. Bills would continue to come in whether or not you felt inspired, and though you had a comfortable cushion of money in the bank, you still didn’t want to get too comfortable.

And so, you’d decided to move on to the next project. But what would you write about?

Your mind, indubitably, strayed to Loki once more, turning over the last few minutes of conversation you’d had that day. He was so…elegant, with just a hint of a sinister edge that you were sure had come from his work. You were intrigued by his career, truth be told. How couldn’t you be? You’d written about death for years, now. But he’d lived it; he’d touched it.

And it was that thought that sent your fingers typing away at your keyboard.

It wasn’t that she’d chosen to live on the line between life and death; she liked to think that death had chosen her to be among its closest of companions, shaping her since her youth to be the walking Death Knoll that she’d become…

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Loki didn’t consider himself to be a full-on sociopath, but it was typically hard for him to empathize with others. Or, rather, it wasn’t that it was difficult for him; it was that most of the time he simply didn’t care to try to feel sympathy for other people.

But even he had some broken semblance of a moral compass, and no matter how dark his inner feelings grew, he knew that he would never be able to harm a child. Unfortunately, not everyone agreed with that particular sentiment, but at least he could do something about it.

He stayed late at the hospital two days after your lunch date, that familiar hunger within him having only grown since seeing you again. Usually, he could keep the beast under control, but something about you fanned the flames within him until he felt as if he’d burn alive if he didn’t do something, anything, to satiate them.

And so he found himself sneaking into the pediatric ward at 7 pm, just as the day-shift nurses were finishing up and the night-shift nurses were starting to take their place. A pair of deep purple gloves clung to his hands, and he was careful not to make too much noise as he snuck into one of the doctor’s offices. He went down the hallway, trying three before he found one left unlocked. HIPAA would have a field day if they only knew…

From there, he searched the room for a password to the computer, not surprised to see it written on a sticky note hidden beneath the keyboard. Whoever this doctor was, Loki made a mental note not to trust him with any of his medical records.

Taking a seat at the desk, he located the file of patients seen that day, scrolling through them for what he was looking for. A case of the flu, a sick stomach, an allergic reaction – no, no, no. He let out a huff of frustration as he pulled up patients seen the day before, then the day after that, looking for something he could use.

And that was when he saw poor little Annie Rineback.

He pulled up a picture of the five year old, frowning when he saw the deep purple bruise around her left eye. Loki skimmed through her vitals, scrolling down the page until he pulled up the doctor’s and nurse’s notes.

Patient refused to say anything in regard to how she’d received her injury. Pt’s mother insisted that Annie fell down while playing in their yard, but could not answer specific questions as to what specifically had caused pt’s injuries, the nurse had written.

Suspected case of abuse, the doctor had followed up in his own records. When asked, pt’s mother said that her husband had been at work during the time of the incident, though I have my own personal suspicions. Will call pt’s mother in a week to follow-up.

Loki made quick work of retrieving the little Annie’s address before closing out of the browser and locking the computer once more. After doing a quick scan of the room to make sure he’d left no trace, he made his way out, a sinister smirk on his face.

Time to get to work.

_________

It was Friday night when Loki got your call. His heart leapt with joy upon seeing your name flash across his screen, and he didn’t even hesitate as he answered.

“Hello, beautiful.”

Your own heart contorted upon hearing his voice; it had been Tuesday when you’d gone on your little lunch date, and the two of you had been texting each other at every opportunity ever since. But his voice just did things to you; you would always prefer it to texting.

“Hey, Loki. How’s it going?”

“Oh, same old, same old,” he replied, glancing around his basement. He’d recently dusted the space and sprayed it down with linen-scented air freshener, and he was quite happy with the result. The knives and saws gleamed against their white pegboard, and if he walked over to the examination table resting in its middle, he’d be able to see his reflection in its surface.

The only thing out of place was the large tub of water he’d dragged into the room. Well, that and the woman he had tied up in the corner. She was still passed out from the blow he’d landed to the back of her head, and he’d preemptively gagged her for whenever she woke up; his ears were still ringing from the way she’d screamed when he grabbed her in the alleyway near her apartment.

“How about you, darling?” he asked, leaning back against the metal sink behind him. “How’s the new book coming along?”

“It’s actually going really well; you’ve been quite the source of inspiration.”

Loki grinned widely, knowing that he must have looked like an infatuated schoolboy as his heart fluttered. But he didn’t care; the only person who could have seen the effect you had on him was currently passed out, and even if she hadn’t been, she would be soon.

“Really? I’m inspiring you? How so?”

“Well… The latest character in my book might be a suave, attractive medical examiner.”

His heart swelled at the idea of her basing one of her characters off of him, especially since he truly did love her work so much. He swallowed thickly before replying, internally berating himself for being such a sap.

“Oh? And do I have anything else in common with this fellow?”

“Not really. She also happens to be a woman. And she kills people, so… Yeah. I sure hope she doesn’t!”

Loki laughed along with you even as he cut his eyes towards his soon-to-be victim.

“Ehehe, yes. Well, I can’t wait to read all about her.”

His eyes widened when he saw Annie’s mom start to stir against her bonds, and he immediately straightened up.

“Hey, love?” he suddenly said. “Could I call you back in half an hour or so? I just got a text from Thor to call him, and I’d better make sure he isn’t setting something on fire.”

“Oh, sure thing,” you assured him, hoping that you hadn’t bothered him. “I’m sorry for calling at a bad time…”

“No, love, don’t apologize! I want nothing more than to hear your lovely voice,” Loki promised. “I’m just paranoid when it comes to Thor.”

You softened at that, letting the doubt you’d started to feel seep out of you.

“You’re a good brother, Loki,” you smiled. “I understand. Just give me a call back whenever you can.”

“I will,” he stated. “It shouldn’t take longer than thirty minutes.” He watched as the woman he had tied up started to blink her eyes open, and he knew that he needed to go before she started with her incessant screaming again.

“I’ll call you right back,” he said once more.

“Okey, doke. Bye, Loki!”

“Goodbye, love.”

Not a moment after he’d hung up, the woman made a small noise of panic, which amplified into a full-on wail once she saw the wall of torture devices Loki had constructed. With a roll of his eyes, and shoved his phone back into his pocket and marched over to her, kneeling down to her level to grip her throat.

“If you don’t shut up,” he growled, “I will cut off your fingers and toes one by one until you have nothing but bloody stumps left. Do you want that?”

The woman’s mascara was tracking down her cheeks, staining the rope that was currently gagging her, and after a few sniveling gasps she nodded her head.

“Good. Now,” Loki continued, “let me explain your current situation. You are in my basement right now under layers of concrete and insulation. This room is locked and sound-proof, and I live alone. No one will come to help you, and no one knows where you are.

“Now, I have a few questions to ask you, so I’m going to take your gag off. But,” he added when he saw the woman perk up, “if you start with that screaming again, I will slit your throat and call it a day. And neither of us want that, now do we?”

Once again, the woman shook her head, and Loki gave her a tight smile.

“Very good.”

He reached out and gripped the rope, tugging it out from between her teeth until it rested loosely around her neck. To her credit, she didn’t scream as he’d expected her to, nor did she persist in struggling against her bonds as she had been a moment before.

“Hm. Very good,” Loki praised as he stood up.

“Are you going to kill me?” the woman asked, looking up at him with pleading, tearful eyes. “Please,” she continued after a moment of silence, “please, I have a family.”

At that, Loki threw his head back and laughed.

“Oh, Mrs. Rineback, I’m aware,” he chuckled. “In fact, that’s exactly what I had questions about.

“See, I don’t have children,” he mused, starting to pace in front of her. “Nor do I think I ever will. But I do understand the general concept. You’re supposed to love your children unconditionally and care for them, nurture them, blah blah blah… But you, Mrs. Rineback, you do none of those things, now do you?”

The woman’s face grew guarded upon hearing that, and she stiffened.

“I… I don’t know what you-“

“Oh, don’t insult me,” Loki scoffed. “I already know all of your dirty little secrets. Poor little Annie… Originally, I’d started researching her, believing that maybe her father really hadn’t been at work the day she was brought into the hospital with a black eye and bruised rib. That was what the doctor assumed to be the case, at least.

“But all too often, the mother is overlooked as the possible abuser, is she not?”

Loki stood still in front of her, watching as horror started to fill her gaze. He took a moment to enjoy this intoxicating moment of complete power; he could get off on this alone.

“Yes, Mrs. Rineback,” he cooed. “I know. I know everything. I know of what you’ve put Annie through, and I know what you put little Micah through before his…untimely end.”

A whimper escaped her upon hearing her son’s name, and she looked away, no doubt feeling hot shame wash over her.

“Micha…fell down a flight of stairs,” she whispered. “It was an accident!”

“Oh, I have no doubt that he fell down some stairs. But I very much doubt that it was an accident.”

Silence hung heavily between them, until the click of his shoes accompanied his steps as he approached her.

“Tell me – how do you sleep at night with the murder of your seven year old son looming over your head? Evidently, not too restlessly, if you still continue to abuse your remaining child-“

“Stop!” she suddenly shouted, bowing her head. “Stop, please; I’m a good mother. I… I love my child. I loved… I loved Micah.”

“But that doesn’t stop you from drinking, now does it?” he snarled. “I only watched you for a day before knowing I wouldn’t be able to stomach another. Do you always start drinking with your breakfast?”

She didn’t look up at him, and he watched with a sneer as her shoulders shook with her sobs. He knelt down beside her, gripping her throat once more and forcing her to meet his eyes.

“You,” he whispered, “repulse me.”

With that, he hauled her to her feet, ignoring the way she writhed and twisted in his grip. Her attempts at fleeing were borderline laughable as he neared the tub, and with a kick to the back of her knee she was kneeling before it.

“The world will not miss you,” he assured her, twisting a hand in her hair and yanking until she was halfway in the water. “Nor will your family.”

And with that, he shoved her in, dropping to his knees and flipping her onto her back. Her restrained arms twisted, and most of her weight was placed upon her tied hands where they rested against her lower back as Loki grabbed her ankles.

From there, it was only a matter of time. He stood up, keeping her legs in the air, as she floundered under the water. It was delightful to watch her at this angle, and Loki once again said a silent thank you for the idea. He could clearly see her face as she fought towards the surface, resembling a fish flopping around on a pier as she struggled.

It didn’t take long before her harried motions started to slow down, though, and Loki almost was disappointed as the fight left her. He watched her chest expand as she took in a large lungful of water, and the sputters she made were music to his ears. And disappointment he had faded when she went completely motionless, and in her last moments, she opened her eyes and looked up at him through the haze. Even through the ripples in the water, he could distinguish the moment that she knew she was about to die, and the fear within her gaze was euphoric to him. He wondered, for a moment, if she was afraid of waking up in hell, even though he’d long since dismissed the idea of such fanciful, religious notions.

When he was finally sure that she was dead, he let go of his grip on her legs and took a step back, glancing down in disgust at the water that had gotten on his clothes. But, then again, he typically left his basement covered in blood, so this was amongst the cleanest ways he’d killed one of his victims.

Ten minutes later, he was in his bed, stroke Lovecraft as she laid against his side. He’d cleaned up and put on some sweatpants before settling in to call you, and butterflies flapped around his chest just at the sight of your name in his phone.

“This is ridiculous,” he huffed, sending a bemused glance towards his cat. “I’m a thirty-six year old man – I’m a fucking serial killer – and this woman already has me wrapped around her finger.”

His cat only blinked slowly up at him, not caring in the slightest about his internal distress, and with a small smile, he pressed the call button.

Meanwhile, you were in bed yourself, reading a book you’d picked up from the store a few days ago, when you heard your ringtone. With a squeal, you all but threw your book down and accepted the call, a huge smile on your face as you answered.

“Hello, again.”

“Hello, darling. Sorry again about earlier.”

“No, it’s fine! I totally get it. How is everything with Thor?”

“Thor is fine,” he smiled. “He needed my help installing photoshop on his computer. Why he needs photoshop, I’ll never know, but I walked him through it and now I only have a mild headache from the endeavor.”

“I really need to meet your brother in person. Just wait until I tell him all the things you’ve been saying.”

“I assure you, it’s nothing I haven’t told him directly in person. But he’s gotten me back a few times, despite his incompetence. One time, he tried to sell me on Craigslist.”

“Oh, no! That’s…that’s actually hilarious.”

“Mm, well. The concerning thing was that I had a few interested parties.”

You both laughed at that, and after a while you were both left in an almost awkward silence.

“So…” you finally began nervously. “I was wondering if you’re free tomorrow.”

“As a matter of fact, I am,” Loki said. “Did you have anything in mind for us?”

“Well… I was wondering if you would like to come over and be seduced by my cooking skills.”

“I think it’s fair to say that you’ve already seduced me,” he chuckled. “But I would love to. Can I bring anything?”

“Just yourself! …And actually, a bottle of wine would be awesome.”

“Then I’ll pick one up on the way.”

You grinned, sitting up in bed.

“Well, then. I’ll plan on seeing you tomorrow, Dr. Odinson.”

There was something about the way you said his title that made Loki’s cock twitch in his pants, and he absentmindedly reached down to give it a squeeze.

“I’ll look forward to it,” he breathed.

As soon as the two of you said your goodbyes, Loki practically leapt out of bed and hopped into the shower, both to wash the scent of Mrs. Rineback’s cheap perfume off of him and to quell his sudden lust for you. He couldn’t help but wonder what exactly you had in mind for tomorrow; he wasn’t sure how long he would be able to wait until he all but threw you onto the nearest horizontal surface and fucked your brains out. The way you made him feel was unlike anything he’d ever experienced, and he could only hope that you felt the same way.

Meanwhile, miles away, you were looking at the new set of lingerie you’d bought that evening as it lay atop your dresser. You closed your eyes and let yourself fall back against your pillows, fantasizing about the look on Loki’s face when he saw you in the dark green bra and panties you’d picked out just for him. A hand slipped into your pajama shorts at the thought, and unbeknownst to either of you, you both came at almost the same time that evening, your minds focused on the exact same thing.

Tomorrow night.

[anika-ann]

Errare Humanum Est - Pt.5

When Life Gives You Lemons...

Type: series, soulmate AU series  (part 1, part 2)        x Supernatural

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader (past?)    Word count: 3420

Summary: As one of you put it, we shall see how our lord and saviour Steve Rogers is doing - hint: not good. And spy!Natasha is plotting, because of course she is.

Warnings: mentions of violent death, vomiting, swearing, angst and more angst, unhealthy coping mechanisms, breaking and entering, a bit of blood... and sad sad Steeb

Story masterlist

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It had been two days since he had woken up. The first day was brutal, but he had been in and out due to pain-meds and anaesthetics specifically modified for his metabolism, forcing him to sleep through the process of healing his burns and nearly broken bones. The second day, he had woken up with his body perfectly healthy and had been released.

He came to his room, his gaze falling onto his bed and his eyes immediately filled with tears. His insides twisted painfully at the memory of you, a ghost of sensation on his skin as he had always enveloped you in his arms and nuzzled his nose in your hair.

Just for that, he gaged on nothing, his empty stomach rolling over and he barely made it to the bathroom to spit the gastric juices—and the pit in his stomach remained, leaving his body trembling and cold.

His knees wobbled when he finally got up from the bathroom floor, stripping the t-shirt someone had brought him to the medical. He froze at the picture of his torso.

Soundless ‘no’ escaped his lips, his trembling fingers touching the most precious thing he had left in horror. His brain must have been playing tricks on him, right? There was no way it was… his fingertips brushed the angry line over the words on his skin. It was like God realized he had made a mistake and scratched the words, deciding to write something different and never sharing his next thought.

The words were… crossed out.    

Steve closed his eyes burning with fresh tears and leaned onto the sink, his hands gripping the ceramics hard enough to make it creak. A bitter scoff echoed in the bathroom, coming right back at him, mocking him.

Of course the last piece of you tying you to him was inevitably ruined. It was how it was supposed to be, right? No memory of you would stay intact. Steve knew that.

If he buried his face in the pillows, he would be able to smell your shampoo – but with time, it would fade away. He would be finding your clothes, or the clothes he lent you, but with one wash, your mark would dissolve. Your words to him should have been the only thing for him to keep, his brain had rationalized, just barely beginning to adjust to the thought that you were gone; and it turned out he wouldn’t get that either.

Steve stumbled into the shower, hoping to wash away the past few days. As if it was possible. As if he could drown the gnawing guilt settled in his very core.  As if it would bring you back, make you re-appear in his bed, waiting for him to tuck in beside you.

He knew it couldn’t. His brain knew that, his heart too, but neither would truly acknowledge it. Because it couldn’t be real.

When he emerged from the stall, water actually turning cold, which was something Tony claimed was impossible, his first steps went back to the mirror, wishing to see a change – someone taking an eraser and getting rid of the evil line denigrating your precious words.

He had no such luck. It was still there. An eternal reminder or how empty his life became – how empty he had made it.

You were gone. You were gone and never coming back. That fact alone hurt so fucking much. Every memory of your time together felt like acid poured into his chest. Recalling how exactly that happened though, how you had been taken away, that was like a punch to his solar plexus with his own shield. And wasn’t that ironic.

It was because of him. Because of what he had done. He had made that choice. He had killed you. He had your blood on his hands. He hated it with every ounce of his being, hated himself for it with every shed of his torn soul, now missing its other half.

He had lost you because he was the hero, always putting the lives of other people before his own. But this time he only destroyed his own and actually taken someone else’s. This time there was no numbing coldness of the ocean to welcome him, no, there was only a throbbing pain in his chest, a harsh line over the words you had told him when you had first met.

Oh no, there must be a mistake.

Yeah, it was a fucking mistake. You should have never crossed paths with him. If you hadn’t, you would have still been alive, smiling at people behind the glass at your counter. Lightening up their day with a simple curl of your lips; lips that were dead now, not cold and lifeless, but torn apart and burned to ashes in the explosion he could have stopped. But he hadn’t. He had chosen to kill you.

He choked on an angry sob, his fist hitting the mirror, where the words mocked him. The glass shattered, an unbearably loud noise, broken pieces falling in the sink and on the floor by his feet with a heart-breaking clutter.

Steve’s head fell in his palm, not caring for the blood that started dripping from the cut from where his strike collided with the glass. He felt like bleeding these past days anyway. He felt like his heart was bleeding and always would.

He was such a fucking idiot. He knew he wouldn’t have been able to live with himself if he let all the people die, the math should be so easy, but you-- he had lost you. He had thrown away his soulmate. The soulmate he could never hope to find after crushing the plane into the ice and waking up after seventy years.

He chuckled bitterly as he remembered his first words to you, regarding his age. How silly they had been. How much he would wish to tell you the words one more time, brush his lips over the scribble on your skin, the action always giving both you and him a special thrill. He just wanted to hold you and never let go of his perfect soulmate.

‘They’re right, you know?’ his own voice echoed in his ears, your playful response following.

‘Are we talking shedding clothes or us being perfect for each other?’

Sharp pain attacked his left collarbone, his hand automatically covering the incriminated place. It felt like having his flesh torn open and yet, it could barely compete with the pain he felt whenever he thought of you being gone – which was constantly.

Few seconds of agony, sensation not foreign to him, and then it ended as suddenly as it started. Steve frowned, raising one of the larger pieces of the glass to look at the spot.

His heart nearly stopped when he found a new set of words on his skin, causing him to throw the shard away harshly, breaking it into smaller pieces.

That was just insulting. A new soulmate? Was that what it was supposed to mean?

Steve wanted to puke again, the sudden dizziness swaying his world off its place.

He didn’t even get to bury you yet – not that there was a body to bury – and there was another promise of love of his life scribbled on him? Was it… was it a joke? Was the higher power mocking his pain? Or was this supposed to give him hope?

Well, fuck this.

He wasn’t gonna meet her, whoever she was. Ever. He loved you. You might be gone, but he would never forget you just to be happy in someone else’s arms. He didn’t want anyone else and he didn’t deserve another chance in the first place.

And if he ever was to meet this woman accidentally, he was gonna make sure to have her escorted to the other end of the world where he couldn’t hurt her, where he couldn’t be tempted by hope of something in his personal life actually working out, only to have it ripped apart.

No, Steve was done.

He had shown the world that he was always gonna put his own life last and that was his new mission. Save as many as he could and never stop, not for a second. Because if he stopped going, the world might as well stand still. If he stopped going, he might have to think of you or worse, of her, the one whose mark he carried now, dishonouring a memory of the woman he had fell in love with as easily as if it was meant to be.

Funny thing about fate – it sucked.

Steve was about to kick fate in its balls this time. There was no chance on happiness for him, not again. And some stupid words, telling him I’m sorry? would change nothing about it.

He crumbled into his bed in the clothes you had borrowed for sleeping the last time you spent the night and he face-planted into the fluffy pillow still smelling of you. If it wasn’t for the lack of heat coming from your body, he might even believe you were there.

He was lying there for what could be a minute or hours. He couldn’t tell and he didn’t care.

Jarvis had tried to communicate and to get him to the kitchen to eat something; it had been a day the A.I. said.

Steve wouldn’t have known. It didn’t make a difference to him. It didn’t really matter.

His soulmate, his better half, was gone. And all he felt was that you had taken the other half, the one that had used to belong to him, with you too. Steve hugged the pillow and fell asleep with a feeling of emptiness in both his gut and heart.

He just wished the emptiness swallowed his brain as well, hell, swallowed him whole so he didn’t have to feel anything.

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Samuel Wilson entered his apartment exhausted. Throwing his keys onto the shoe cabinet next to his door, he cursed as he missed the bowl and the keys slid from the wooden surface. Today was a very long day; while the streets were still busy when he walked them, it was freaking late. New York indeed was a city that never slept; he would know. He had talked to insomniacs, among others, every day at the therapy centre.

He sighed as he reached for the light-switch, already half-bent to raise the keys from the floor; only for the light not turning on and his eyes catching a glimpse of a figure near the window.

Sam froze.

Well, shit.

It looked like the very long day just stretched to an enormous measurement. His mind immediately jumped to the gun shoved in the shoe rack and he made the tiniest move towards it.

Samuel Wilson might have been a retired solider, but he still was one. There were three guns hidden in his apartment, mainly because he was a paranoid bastard; there had been an alien invasion, so sue him.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” a female voice warned him icily, a hint of a mockery scratching it.

Sam’s blood turned into ice. It wasn’t just because of the threat or the fact there was a stranger in his apartment, clearly knowing about his weapon, probably removing it so he couldn’t use it, no. It was because of the exact words the woman said. They were familiar. Too familiar in a way he didn’t want to think about, especially considering they came from a woman who had broken into his home.

“And why is that?” he asked in a voice that sounded way more strangled that he wanted to.

There was a beat of silence and Sam realized that this truly must have been it. Well, fuck this. The universe must hate him for sure.

“Something tells me you know why,” she accented her words with an unmistakable click of a gun and the magazine hit the floor a second later. Two more followed.

Yep, she had got them all. Sam shoved the intrusive thought of this woman maybe not being his soulmate since she hadn’t actually commented on their first exchange to the back of his mind. Really not the time. Then again, was it ever?

“You can come out, you know,” she sighed and Sam figured he didn’t really have a choice.

He peeked from behind the wall dividing the hall and the kitchen, seeing the woman standing by the window with her arms crossed on her chest. The street lights weren’t enough to show her face; Sam could only tell her height and built and watch the light reflect on her dark red curls.

Her stance seemed almost relaxed. Sam forced himself to ease the tension in his shoulders a bit, but was still ready to jump behind the couch in case she was about to draw a weapon and shoot at him. Those things happened, he knew. People shot at him – or hey used to. Perk of his past job. Not nowadays though and he didn’t feel like returning to the old days.

“Who are you?” he asked the logical question despite not expecting an answer. People didn’t break into houses to introduce themselves. “Why are you here?”

“I need your help,” she replied softly, causing Sam’s eyebrow to fly to his hairline.

“Really? Ever heard of a phone, lady?”

“I needed to meet in person.”

“Yeah, this feels really personal,” Sam bit back sarcastically, his mind racing. His help? “Are we talking counselling? Because there’s a therapy centre for that, once again with a phone. I have hours there. No need to break into my house… and murder my lamps.”

Perhaps he only imagined the corner of her lips rising for the shortest of moments, not trusting the game of shadows hiding her face.

“Yeah, I need a therapist.”

Sam swallowed the ‘clearly’ that was on the tip of his tongue.

“The sessions are listed on the internet or in the centre. Have a good night,” he grumbled and made the mistake of turning his back to her, trying out another light switch. He groaned in annoyance when it only clicked and the room was still drowning in the dark. “Oh, for fuck’s sake!”

“It’s for a friend,” she continued as if she hadn’t heard him. Her voice was low now, intimate, revealing a secret she wasn’t comfortable sharing. Yet, she did. “He’s… he needs help.”

There was a tinniest crack to that voice and Sam’s heart jumped, his brain switching into his job mode.

Oh dammit, shut up, brain! We’re not helping the lady who can pick up a lock and lurks in the dark, even if she cares for her friend. No. Nope.

“And he’s welcomed to join the group sessions,” Sam said levelly, half-blindly moving to the kitchen counter to help himself with a glass of water.

“You are the top therapist in the state specializing in PTSD and helping to find a way after losing one’s soulmate.”

Sam tried not be proud of her knowing that he was ranked as one of the best – that was a bit creepy, right? Plus, everyone liked different approach; for someone he could be the top; for another, he could be the worst person to talk to, ever. Still, he had an unpleasant feeling in his chest at the way she said it; there was an edge to it he had trouble identifying. Not to mention the faint longing that washed over him, knowing too well what it must have felt like for this friend of hers.

“Then he’s welcomed to visit my sessions if he wants to.”  

The woman sighed as if losing patience with him, explaining something for the hundredth time. “That’s the thing. I don’t think he wants to – and he definitely can’t visit your support group.”

Sam downed half the glass before responding. She sure was insistent. No shit, Sherlock, she picked a lock and went to talk to you in the middle of the night.

“So pick another therapist who has private sessions. There are plenty in the centre, all of them great,” he offered, turning to face her – well, kinda face her.

“He lost his soulmate in a rather traumatising way. The guilt is haunting him on top of everything else. And you kn— you’re the best,” she said slowly and Sam could tell she hesitated. She held something back. He put the glass down, squinting to catch a glimpse of her expression.

He didn’t want to think of the worst, but she was making it really hard. She knew, he realized. She knew, didn’t she?

“I’m sorry,” he consoled. “But he’s not the only one. We deal with people who lost their soulmate to a car accident and were driving. People who lost their partner to a house fire, because they left a candle burning.  We understand the guilt and we worked with it. He can join.”

The woman wavered again, but when she spoke again, her voice was determined. “The circumstances were a bit unusual, I’d say. There’s a reason why I came to you specifically. I know you know guilt. Riley was his name?”

Sam sneered, lunging after the woman, but she was like a hummingbird – one moment she was by the window, the other at the other side of the room. Sam didn’t give a fuck if she was dangerous or if her friend needed a help – if there even was one. How dared she to-

How dared she?!

No one spoke of Riley. No one. No one but him, never mentioning his name when he shared with people of his support group the grief of his own, the guilt of seeing his wingman and original soulmate fall to the ground, shot down by RPG.

“Don’t you say his name!” he growled as he followed her around and she released a frustrated huff.

“Sorry! Okay, sorry! I didn’t mean to hit a sore spot, goddammit!” she whisper-yelled in earnest. Sam didn’t let her deceive him this time though. Fucking bitch! “I’m sorry!”

Sam stopped in his tracks then, grinding his teeth, but giving her the last chance to explain herself. She had her hands raised in a harmless gesture, the streetlights now playing games of shadows on her face, tracing her delicate features. In any other situation, Sam would have found her beautiful, even without truly seeing her. Now she was simply pissing him off.

“I want nothing but to help my friend. I promise. I’m sorry about your partner, I truly am. But I came to you, because I think my friend could use a talk with someone who understands.”

“The offer to join the group still stands. Just don’t let him tell me he’s with you, ‘cause then I might hate him just because and that’s not exactly professional,” Sam spitted out and the woman lowered her hands and released a shaky breath.

“He can’t just walk into your support group,” she repeated, but explained nothing.

“Why?” Sam insisted, annoyed, but with his anger levelling as fast as it burst out. “What is so goddamn special about his case that he should get an exception?”

The woman slowly reached to her pocket, pressing a button on a device not bigger than a phone. Sam was ready to jump behind the nearest vertical surface to take cover, but it wasn’t necessary. The device only assaulted his eyes as the light he had previously tried to turn on flickered to life and finally revealed the woman standing in his living room.

Sam was pretty sure he was hallucinating now. Because the woman… she looked familiar. He had seen her on TV. But that couldn’t be. Right?

“You’re—are you…?”

“Yeah,” she confirmed simply and Sam only managed to stare, his mind blank. She simply couldn’t be. Then again, it would explain a lot of things.

“Your friend…?”

“Doesn’t know I’m here. I would merely appreciate at least an advice, to be honest. But if he ever agrees to meet a therapist, I think he would appreciate a little privacy. I think it was enough that his last moments with his soulmate were broadcasted all over the US.”

Sam gulped, remembering seeing the live-feed as well. “Yeah, no kidding.”

Black Widow sure was an annoying woman with no boundaries and she pissed the hell out Sam when she mentioned his deceased fiancé, but Sam found himself unable to say no. He rarely did, but when she asked for an advice to deal with Captain America – losing his soulmate in order to save thousands of others’ lives –, it was beyond impossible to ignore the cry for help.

His shoulders slumped with a heavy exhale and he fell to the couch, sloppily gesturing towards the rest of the seats in wordless offer.

“Alright. I’m listening. What can you tell me and what do you hope I can help you with?”  

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Part 6

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I was ridiculously excited about this chapter. I guess I just enjoy torturing Steve as much as keeping him in a fluffy blanket of love. What can I say...

Also, LOOK OUT. Check the gifs I use, because now we have Sam Wilson and Natasha Romanoff and Sam Winchester and ‘Natasha Rogers’, so... you know 😂

Thank you for reading!

P.S. - a little surprise is coming up next ;) Hopefully you’ll like it!

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