#no problem says i. i can write 1k words in my sleep.

[stergeon]

Rating: Explicit (gay sex; girls being yucky)

Fandom: Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Relationship(s): Edelgard von Hresvelg/Byleth Eisner

Words: 14k

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It's been a few months since Byleth and Edelgard reconciled, but there are still a lot of things they're working out: how to be around each other, how to heal, how to trust again. As difficult as it is, Edelgard's trying hard to adhere to boundaries. She knows better than to go to the palace training grounds, where Byleth spends every spare moment of her days. She knows better than to challenge her to a duel, of all things, even if it is just for practice. She knows better than to let herself get carried away by her love, her hurt, and her misery.

So why does she let it happen? And can their fragile relationship survive if she keeps putting it in jeopardy like this?

[forlovvers]

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ten thirty six

pair: fling!sunghoon x gn!reader | genre: fluff ? angst ? | warning(s): kissing | wc: 600 | synopsis: in which you accidentally fall for your fling.

lynne’s notez🗒️: he’s a ten but he’s a man😞 for @jlheon ’s 1k event !! this was so hard to write idk why >< but hopefully i did bea and this event justice

“no strings attached,” that was the agreement when you first met sunghoon. but you find yourself in his room, your shirts in his drawers, your shampoo in his hair, your hands in his. flings are such a weird thing, especially when you know it’s not permanent. you know eventually he’ll leave your dreams and escape to the world stage where he wants to be. 

“you okay?” sunghoon stands in front of you, with dripping wet hair and a towel around his neck. his words are slightly disoriented due to the toothbrush held in his mouth. “you spaced out for a couple minutes.” his expression forms into concern as he steps closer to you. you can smell the faint scent of his cologne and your strawberry conditioner mixing together. 

“stop using my conditioner, i keep having to buy more.” you say, ignoring his previous comment and standing up to reach up and place your arms around his neck. 

“but it smells like you,” he smiles softly, leaning down to press a kiss onto your lips, only to leave toothpaste residue on your lips. 

“hoon!” you back up, wiping it off with the back of your hand. sunghoon lets out a laugh as he disappears back into the bathroom. 

you hear the sink start running again and sunghoon spitting out the last of the toothpaste. “we’re going out to eat tomorrow at that new thai place. wanna come with us?” sunghoon reappears from the bathroom and leans against the doorframe, studying your expression. he watches as you lift the sheets and vanish under them. 

“i don’t know, i always feel like i’m intruding or something.” you say, sitting up to get a better look at him. you always loved him like this—barefaced, messy hair and yours for the night. 

“you’re not. my friends like you, you know?” sunghoon slides into bed next to you, his head resting on your shoulder. “maybe even too much. just need you all to myself.” he turns to place frenzied kisses on your lips then your cheeks, and trailing down to your neck. you let out a giggle when his breath feels ticklish on your neck, and you can feel him smile against your skin. 

you find it scary how easy it is to fall into routine with sunghoon. how scary it is to be so accustomed to waking up next to him and having him on your arm, and being with him.  

“angel?” the nickname still makes your heart soar. “are you okay? you seem worried about something.” there’s more concern evident in his tone.

“i just—” you hesitate to continue and when you do, sunghoon’s hand finds yours, his thumb rubbing soothing circles onto your skin. “isn’t your tour coming up soon?”

his brows crease in confusion. “yeah it is. is something wrong with that?”

“i just don’t know if we should continue this if you’re gonna be away for so long.” when the words finally leave your lips, you can feel his gaze heavily lingering on you. 

“oh. i guess that is a problem.” sunghoon gulps unsurely and his grip on your hand loosens. it’s silent for a couple seconds before he speaks again. “maybe we should sleep on it, and talk again in the morning?”

your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you nod in agreement. he wraps his arms around you and brings you under the covers, making sure you get plenty of blanket. once the lights are off, he presses a small kiss to your forehead. “let’s just enjoy this for now.” 

[godsfavdarling]

telling him

part of him (one-shot series), my masterlist

pairing: Spencer Reid x gn!reader summary: You've been feeling off and maybe telling Spencer would make things better. words: 1k warnings: comfort, anxious/sensitive reader, no y/n a/n: I was a little tipsy when I was writing that. Do with that information what you want.

You had been feeling off all day long—maybe even for a few days. You couldn’t tell anymore. 

It felt like you had been in this state for a while, unable to pinpoint exactly when it started. 

Maybe it had to do with the moon, or perhaps the weather. The changing seasons could have been another reason. 

You could name several possibilities for why you weren’t feeling your best. 

It was alarmingly easy to spiral into worse feelings, so maybe the problem was simply you.

You sat on the bed, lost in thought, exhausted. Your shoulders were slumped as you stared blankly at the floor, trying to focus on your breathing. Maybe tomorrow would be better. Maybe you’d go to sleep, and tomorrow everything would improve.

But deep down, you knew what—or rather, who—would make you feel better.

Telling him, though—explaining what was going on in your head and body—felt impossible. 

How could you convey something you didn’t fully understand yourself? What would you even say?

Besides, he already did so much for you. He was perfect, attentive, and constantly trying to make you feel good. Complaining to him about something so nebulous and uncertain felt wrong.

Suddenly, you heard the sound of the door opening. You looked up, knowing that Spencer would appear in a second. 

You took a deep breath and tried to look relaxed, forcing a small smile onto your lips—not that it took much effort. Seeing him automatically brought a smile to your face every time, like a child spotting a butterfly on a flower—natural and common, but always a source of joy.

He appeared in the doorway of the bedroom.

"Hey. Everything okay?" he asked casually, though with a hint of concern in his voice.

Why did you still try to hide things? Of course, he knew. 

His gentle eyes, filled with tenderness, met yours, and you felt tears welling up. There was something about him—something comforting, something that made you feel safe enough to be vulnerable.

"Hey, it’s okay. Do you want to talk about it?" His voice was soft, and encouraging.

"No... I mean..." You trailed off, unsure of what to say. The words seemed stuck in your throat, and the effort to speak felt overwhelming.

But he didn’t press. Instead, he came to you, kneeling before you so that he could look into your eyes.

"It’s okay. Can you just tell me if anything happened?" he asked gently, his concern palpable.

"No. Just..." You lost your words again and brought a hand to your eyes, wiping away the tears before they could fall.

He placed his hands on your arms, rubbing them slowly and gently. 

God, how perfect was he? He always knew what to do, and knew you so well. His touch grounded you, a silent reminder that he was there and wasn’t going anywhere.

You closed your eyes, giving yourself a few moments to breathe before you spoke again.

"I’m okay. I’ve just been feeling off for a while. It seems like a long while. Nothing awful has happened, and it’s been worse in the past. I’m just tired, and maybe it’s the weather. Or the stars." You chuckled weakly, attempting to laugh it off, but the sound was thin, lacking conviction. 

Your eyes darted away from his for a moment as if embarrassed by the admission.

Spencer’s expression softened even further if that was possible. He reached up, putting his hand on your cheek, his fingers lingering briefly against your skin. 

"You can always tell me when something’s wrong," he reassured you, his voice steady and comforting, like the warmth of a blanket on a cold night.

You met his gaze, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. "I know," you murmured, a slight quiver in your voice betraying your attempt at nonchalance. 

"It just hasn’t been... very wrong." The words felt small, and inadequate, as if they couldn’t fully convey the weight of what you were feeling.

"Even if it’s not very wrong," he said softly, his voice almost a whisper. He leaned in closer, his eyes never leaving yours, as if trying to bridge some invisible gap. "You can always tell me anything."

A deep sigh escaped your lips, and you let it carry away some of the tension that had been building up inside you. 

A small, grateful smile tugged at the corners of your mouth as you nodded, acknowledging his words. "I guess today was just... the final nail in the coffin," you admitted.

"I’m sorry," he said sincerely, his voice laced with genuine regret as if he wished he could take your burden upon himself. 

"Have you eaten? Maybe we could order some food?" His suggestion was gentle, practical, and quintessentially Spencer.

You could see how his mind worked, instinctively ensuring that all the basic needs were met to help lift your spirits.

"We could," you replied, feeling a bit of relief at the thought of something so simple, so normal.

He continued to rub your arms, the rhythmic, soothing motion slowly calming the thunderstorm of thoughts that had been swirling in your mind.

The warmth of his touch seeped into your skin, grounding you, reminding you that he was here and he loved you.

"You know what?" you said after a moment of silence, your voice quieter now, almost reflective.

"Hmm?" His response was soft, and encouraging, as he looked at you with that same steady, patient gaze.

"This," you said, nodding toward his hands as they continued their gentle movement, "this always helps." 

"I’m glad," he replied, his voice warm and filled with love, a smile touching his lips as he continued to comfort you.

Talking to him was so easy—maybe too easy. He always seemed to know exactly what to say and do. You often wished you could bottle up whatever it was that made Spencer, Spencer, and turn it into something everyone could experience. 

Having someone you could tell anything and confide in so completely was a gift you knew you would never take for granted.

[milkybonya]

need to talk ☆ juyeon

! : very suggestive,,,, i.e. making out,,, heh, idk word count but its v long definitely +1k

#: roommate!au, gn reader, ft. bestie Haknyeon, dance major!Juyeon

[💌: this was in my drafts for a while and then i got the sudden urge to finish it,, heh,, also i started the taxi driver drama with my friends just to see hyunwook oops]

"you don't have secret little makeout sessions with roommates you hate, y/n," Haknyeon tells you as he munches on your study snacks.

"and that's the problem. what the hell are we, then?" you ask your friend, who keeps stealing your food.

you and Juyeon moved into the same student house as freshman. he was quiet but polite, saying a quick 'hello' each time he'd see you in the kitchen or on his way in/out of the house. you were the same, too flooded with deadlines and the high school to university adjustment to be able to get past small talk.

also, Juyeon was just intimidating. despite always smiling at you so warmly, his attractive features and toned muscles that you sometimes spied on when he wore t-shirts were too... perfect. he was like a movie star and you didn't dare to get close to him...

until one fateful day.

you had an online exam to take, and the professor required students to take it either somewhere on campus (a designated exam room) or in a closed-off bedroom so you could show, with your webcam, that you were alone and had no way to cheat. you had rushed home after class because you wanted to take the exam in your room so you could secretly cheat, but realized you had accidentally handed your room keys instead of your house keys to your best friend just earlier.

"hey Hak, take these house keys and pick up a houseplant i bought from the student centre later and drop it off at mine? please? i won't be home at the time they told me to pick it up," you explained, pouting.

Hak had taken the keys with a sigh, immediately agreeing.

you wished he'd argued with you so you wouldn't be stuck out of your own bedroom right now.

"hey, everything okay?" Juyeon asked as he joined you in the kitchen. he poured himself a glass of water.

watching him attractively gulp it down, you had a thought.

"could i borrow your room for something?" you asked, checking the time above the stove.

10 minutes until the exam.

you quickly explained to Juyeon that you were locked out of your room, and without a moment of hesitation, he tidied up his room for you and took out his own laptop so he could study in the kitchen while you used his room. thanks to that, you were able to start and finish your exam on time.

once you were done and closed your laptop in relief, you were finally able to feel all the emotions your stress had suppressed. shock and gratefulness for Juyeon's sudden agreement to your request were just two, but as you looked around his room, you were filled with curiosity. who was this roommate of yours who had so many dancing awards? there was even a guitar, and you wondered if it was just for show or if he actually played it.

beside it, there was a notebook open to a random page. you didn't look on purpose, of course, but it just happened to be in your line of vision as you packed up your things.

11:04am - saw them grabbing something from the fridge.

5:26pm - they came home as i was leaving to go on a walk. they told me it was cold and to take a jacket with me.

3:53am - i think they're struggling to sleep. i can hear them watching a show. i hope they're okay.

the more you read, the more you realized all these entries were about you. why was he writing down all the times he saw you?

knock. knock. knock.

"is everything okay? are you done the exam?" Juyeon whispered outside the door, in case you might still be writing.

you scrambled to get away from the notebook as you pushed open his bedroom door, also pushing Juyeon in the process.

"my bad! i didn't know you were behind the door," you apologized.

Juyeon waved away your worries and asked how the exam went.

"good, good! maybe your room just has good luck."

Juyeon shook his head and said, "if it did, i wouldn't be failing two of my classes."

"what classes? you're failing?" you asked in shock.

"yeah.. they're some annoying electives," he said with a sigh.

"maybe we could study for them together?" you suggested after a brief silence.

"are you taking those classes, too?"

"no, but we can still study together! do you have time later today?"

"yeah, where should we study?"

"let's stay here. it's freezing out today!" you said, already shivering at the thought of having to step outside again.

Juyeon laughed and nodded in agreement. his smile was gorgeous, almost blinding.

"oh! someone named.. Hak? dropped off a plant before you got here. he told me to give it to you," Juyeon explained before handing you the plant.

"oh, great! thank you so much."

you held the plant in your hands, turning it and admiring it.

"is Hak a friend of yours, or?" Juyeon asked, cautiously.

"a friend. a really annoying one who actually did me a favour for once by bringing this plant," you told the tall boy with a grin.

Juyeon nodded and let you take the plant to your room.

-

after spending the next few hours wondering what the hell that notebook in Juyeon's room had been about, your thoughts were interrupted by hin knocking at your door.

"are you ready to study together now?" he asked.

you opened the door and told him that the kitchen bar table is the best place to study.

"easy access to study snacks and not so easy access to the tv... minimal distractions!" you cheered.

you didn't catch the way he chuckled at you and whispered that you were quite the distraction.

nonetheless, the two of you set down your things and got cracking. every so often, you would ask each other a question, even though you were studying completely different things. it was still helpful to think things through with someone else!

after just over two hours, though, the two of you were getting tired and hungry. Juyeon stretched beside you, lazy running his fingers through his dark hair.

"how does pizza sound?" he asked, already pulling out his phone.

"scrumptious!" you said, making him laugh.

as you waited for the pizza, you realized it actually didn't take much to make Juyeon laugh like that. he was constantly flashing you his teeth each time you said something, and you didn't know if you were a comedian or if he was just being nice.

"you're so funny, y/n," he said at one point, grasping onto the back of your chair for support as he laughed. you could feel his slender fingers against your back.

you cocked your head to one side. "am i?" you asked.

he nodded.

ding dong.

"pizza!" you cheered, running to the door.

Juyeon followed behind you and watched as you paid the pizza delivery person with the cash that you and Juyeon had put together.

you struggled to sort out the change while holding the pizza box, so Juyeon came forward to take the box from you, pressing his chest against your back during the process.

your breath hitched in your throat.

was he being really touchy or were you just sensitive?

the two of you opted to eat on the couch, turning on something random as you munched away. Juyeon brought over some alcohol and you also had your beverage of choice, and soon the two of you were talking about some intimate topics.

"i saw a guitar and dancing awards in your room... assuming from your elective, you must be some kind of arts major?" you asked.

Juyeon nodded. "dance is my major, i minor in guitar. music.. performing.. i love it a lot."

"you're so cool for that," you said, chewing on your pizza.

"i think you're cool," Juyeon replied.

when you looked at him, he was looking straight at you, a sincere smile on his lips. you were taken aback. then, you were reminded of the notebook in his room. you wanted to ask, but that would mean he'd know you were snooping around his room.

"what are you thinking about?" he asked.

the way he was sat on the couch in that white t-shirt, clinging onto his skin for dear life, showed all the curves and shadows of his muscles. you gulped unconsciously.

"um... just... things," you said.

"do you like plants, by the way?" he asked.

you appreciated the way he noticed you were uncomfortable with his question, so he changed the topic.

"i do! i have a whole collection in my room, wanna see?" you asked.

"definitely! wait let's clean up first, though. if Eric comes home to this mess, he'll kill us."

you laughed at how true Juyeon's comment was, and rushed to tidy things up. the way Juyeon neatly put the leftover pizza into reusabel containers for you both, labelled them with your names, and put them in the fridge was adorable. it made your heart swell.

"okay, now let's see those plants of yours," Juyeon said.

you felt a bit shy showing him your room, so you carefully watched his reaction as he looked around. he was smiling and scanning the place, as if trying to memorize it.

when you pointed to the plants by your window, he immediately broke into another one of his pretty grins.

"the pots have faces on them!" he noticed.

"of course they do! and they have names," you said, sharing the names of your plants with Juyeon. you had painted faces on them to give them character.

"oh my gosh, do you have a diary for your plants?" you heard him say, picking up the mini notebook where you document how your plants are doing.

"wha--no! give it back!" you whined, reaching for it.

of course, the boy was too tall. he watched in anusement as you struggled to reach for his hands. he had been so sweet and considerate before, why was he suddenly teasing you?!

then, you got an idea. you climbed onto your bed and reached for your notebook from there... but his grip on it was so strong that you ended up pulling the notebook and him towards you. and that's how you ended up with Juyeon on top of you, on your bed.

you expected him to roll off immediately, face red and scratching the back of his neck while apologizing. but he stayed there. he stayed, hands on either side of you, chest almost touching yours and faces just inches apart. your hearts raced. he scanned your face. his eyes went to your lips, then back up. lips, then back up.

he cleared his throat. "can i kiss you?"

your eyes widened. why did he want to kiss you? and why did you say yes? but you did.. and suddenly you felt a glimpse of heaven. his lips were warm, soft, and tasted not even like pizza but like strawberries... it was the gloss on his lips. he was wearing strawberry gloss!

now you weren't a pro kisser or anything but somehow.. his movements matched yours so well. and you felt so many butterflies that you were glad you were laying down, or else you would've fallen over.

once he pulled away, you watched his eyelids flutter open.

"w-was that okay?" he asked.

"yeah," you said while nodding.

"did i make you uncomfortable?" he asked. why was he being the sweetest damn man--

"not really," you replied. he nodded, sitting up and also helping you up.

now his face was red and he was scratching the back of his neck. "i'm sorry i took your plant journal. i just thought it was really cute."

"it's okay... um, i have an important call to make," you lied. "would you mind giving me some space?"

"sure!" Juyeon agreed. "don't forget about your pizza in the fridge."

he gently closed the door behind him and you fell back onto your bed, knowing you wouldn't be able to sleep that night. that kiss would be on replay in your brain.

-

after that night, you weren't purposely avoiding Juyeon. you just... felt shy and flustered whenever you saw him. he'd try to talk to you and you'd run away.

then, he managed to trap you.

"y/n, we need to talk," he said, placing both around around you on the fridge doors just as you were about to open them.

you turned, being met with his chest. you looked up to find an intense look on his face.

"okay.. let's talk," you said.

"are you avoiding me?" he asked.

"no."

he squinted his eyes.

"maybe... it's not on purpose, i swear! it just happened automatically!"

he sighed. "gosh, are you scared of me? did i.. traumatize you? y/n, i'm so sorry, even though i asked for your permission that wasn't right. i just--"

oh my god. why were you kissing him again? you didn't know. somehow at some point you just.. grabbed his cheeks and leaned in. and he was kissing back. and oh my god there were those butterflies again. your knees starting feeling weak, so Juyeon had to wrap an arm around your waist.

when you pulled away, you immediately started apologizing, but Juyeon silenced you with another kiss. he eyes on you made you melt... and you ran away. again.

and the next day, that's how you ended up meeting with Haknyeon at a café to tell him that Juyeon, a roommate you hate, has been kissing you. having makeout sessions with you. why did you lie and say you hated Juyeon? maybe it was to cover up the fact that you were very much starting to like him. you were a little ashamed because all it took was a few kisses and one study session.

"this is either an enemies to lovers or friends with benefits. but you're not friends?" Haknyeon said, sipping his drink.

"okay.. actually i don't hate him. maybe i'm starting to like him," you finally confessed.

"oh my god, okay. so now we just need to figure out if he likes you too, or if this is just some... friends with benefits? thing," he said.

you also told Haknyeon about Juyeon's notebook, and he said that you should definitely find a way to ask about it.

"go into his room for something and then grab the notebook out of curiosity or something. see what happens!"

so now, you had a plan. no more running away.

-

when you got back home, Juyeon was in his room. his door was slightly opened and you could see his back as he sat at his desk. you sucked in a deep breath through your teeth and slowly made your way towards him, trying to think of what to say.

"Juyeon, can i come in?" you asked at the door.

you couldn't see the way his face immediately lit up as he heard your voice. he turned to you with a more serious look, gesturing for you to come in.

"what's up?" he asked.

you sat on his bed and saw the notebook at the end of his bed, sitting on a dresser. almost naturally, you reached it for, Juyeon's hand quickly meeting yours to stop you. he took the notebook for himself, clutching onto it tightly.

"i asked what's up, y/n."

"oh, um.. honestly, nothing. i just.. wanted to come in."

Juyeon's expression softened. he turned the notebook in his large hands.

"well... you're here."

"what's that, though?" you asked, pointing to the notebook.

"this?" he asked in return, holding it up.

"it's... inspiration for songs for one of my electives."

was he keeping tabs on you in there to write songs about you?

"can i see?" you asked.

Juyeon shook his head, his hair wooshing around.

you pouted and Juyeon sighed.

"you'll.. think it's weird because... it's filled with things about you," he confessed.

"huh?" you were taken aback by his honesty. and even more taken aback when he handed you the notebook.

his face was dusted red and he looked shy as he motioned for you to look through it.

"okay, y/n. i'll just be honest, because it wasn't right of me to.. come onto you without making my feelings clear. i may have had a slight crush on you for a while, now. and these feelings kept developing and after studying with you i realized i really like you. it's all moving so fast, i know, but.. that's how i feel. i wanted to write a song for you and use that to confess but.. i guess that'll have to wait," he explained with a smile.

what followed was silence, and you decided to break it by being just as honest as Juyeon, since he deserved it.

"Juyeon.. i think.. no, i'm pretty sure i'm starting to like you, too. and i'm sorry for being so bad at acknowledging these feelings, too."

Juyeon smiled down into his lap, glad that you weren't weirded out by the boy or anything. he carefully reached of for one of your hands. "can i take you out on a proper date sometime, then?"

you nodded. "let's call it a study date but do everything except for study!"

Juyeon laughed and you fluttered. yep, you were definitely falling for your roommate.

[aethon-recs]

Hi! First I wanted to say: Thank you for all your hard work these these fic recommendations <3 There has been many I did not know of till you have shared them! So thank you so much!

Okay for the ask: Do you have any recommendations for creature fics for the tomarrymort boys? It can feature either or both of them being non-human. Thank you again for all your hard work, and I love seeing you on my dash!

Hi anon — thanks for your kind words. I’m really glad to hear there were a lot of fics rec'ed that you haven’t come across yet, that totally made my week!

In terms of creature fic recs, there’s quite a good number of them, so I will separate by category and will try to keep the descriptions short. Enjoy!

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Tomarrymort Recs – Creature Fics 

🐍 Naga / Snake

A Rather Useless Inheritance by Blood_Stained_Fingers (T, 28k, complete)

Harry comes into his Parseltongue inheritance. It’s rather less useful than he expected.

Renanthera by @zarasu (E, 6k, complete)

To brew a potion that could give someone the ability to talk to snakes, Harry would first need to find a bit of Basilisk blood. He stumbles on a powerful Naga instead.

Venom by @katsitting (M, 9k, complete)

Naga Voldemort lures Harry into her trap and has her way with him.

Venomous by @crowcrowcrowthing (E, 4k, complete)

Sirius Black should know better than to set a Naga loose in a room full of people. Harry is the only one who happens to survive the Naga’s murder spree.

Viceroy by @vestiges-of-light (E, 7k, complete)

Harry will marry Voldemort to end the war. Harry also takes a potion that turns him into a Naga every night. This is hardly a problem for Voldemort.

worship at your altar by anon (E, 3k, complete)

Harry finds himself drawn to an old altar in the woods dedicated to the ancient Naga god Voldemort.

🩸 Vampire 

Blood in the wine by @girl-with-goats (E, 31k, complete)

Tom Riddle achieves immortality by the means of vampirism. Enter young copper Harry Potter, fresh recruit from Scotland Yard, sent to investigate the mysterious disappearances of all the young men who uncannily look like him.

chiaroscuro by @cindle-writes (E, 7k, complete)

Immortal children are illegal. Harry makes one anyway.

effervescent by @duplicitywrites (M, 5k, WIP)

Sometimes a relationship is you (ie, Voldemort), the vampire brat you made (Tom), and his human blood bag boyfriend (Harry).

Family Dynamics by RenderedReversed (T, 1k, complete)

In which Harry is a dragon for hire, Voldemort is a vampire who is probably plotting world domination, Tom is a vampire hunter with a one-track mind, and they all live under the same roof.

found you sleeping in my coffin by @orangemoustache (M, 6k, complete)

Harry gets turned into a vampire. For better or worse, Tom is there to help.

Hinnom by rightonthelimit (E, 7k, complete)

Harry is a member of an ancient vampire Pureblood family. To be even seen with a Spawn is punished with death. But he can’t help falling in love with Tom.

Hypnotic Kind of Dance by @acciotomriddle (E, 2k, complete)

In a club where humans willingly offer themselves to vampires in exchange for the high that comes from a bite, Harry meets an incredibly charming vampire named Tom.

Matriphagy by @being-luminous  (M, 2k, complete)

For years now, Lord Voldemort has hunted Harry and his parents. First because of a prophecy, then… Then, for something else. 

Not a Single Bite by @vdoshu (M, 2k, complete)

They’ve been at the restaurant for an hour and a half, but Harry hasn’t eaten a single bite. Tom is beginning to think that maybe their date isn’t going so well.

Scent of Death by @dividawrites (E, 3k, complete)

Voldemort discovers a new, submissive side of himself when he feels Harry's teeth on his neck.

the little death by @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger (E, 2k, complete)

"You brought a vampire into my study?" Voldemort asks, more tired than offended. 

The Resurrectionist by @bluesundaycake (E, 12k, complete)

Tom (vampire) runs a nighttime coffee shop, and Harry (sleep-deprived human) is a regular customer and Tom thinks he is a vampire.

🧜‍♀️ Mermaid / Siren 

Call of the Deep by @hikarimeroperiddle (E, 17k, complete)

Harry is a captain of a pirate crew. A dangerous siren that lurks in the deep seems to have set its eyes on Harry himself.

liquid luck by @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger (E, 12k, complete)

Harry is a mermaid who happens upon sea monster Voldemort, who has nefarious plans for her.

Siren Song by The_Fictionist (NR, 11k, complete)

Tom is a siren. He offers Harry a deal. "I'll help you out, and you get ten years to live on the surface. Then you're mine."

Undertow by @katsitting (M, 10k, complete)

Harry is a pirate. Voldemort is a siren that lures him in. “Harry. Come to me.”

we may sink and settle on the waves by @greenbriars (M, 22k, complete)

A retelling of The Little Mermaid, wherein Harry is Prince Eric, and Tom vies with Ginny for Harry’s affection.

🐺 Werewolf

the first full moon (part 1) / midnight snack (part 2) by @greenbriars (E, 4k, complete)

It's Harry's first full moon since he started dating a vampire.

🌟 Veela

Love at First Sight by @dividawrites (E, 5k, complete)

Voldemort rises from the cauldron with two dicks and a newfound Veela inheritance. Harry is mesmerized.

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[cerridwen007]

Retired Javier Shorts #1.

That time where you two spend the afternoon basking in the afternoon sun on the couch and Javi has to teach you a lesson for wiggling around so much.

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

Word count: 1K (18+) minors DNI

Notes warnings: SMUT, established relationship, teasing/dirty talk, fingering, unprotected p in v, no use of y/n.

A/N: Here is a little something to hopefully tie y'all over while I continue working on Corruption of Innocence Part 2. Truefully I'm not as far as I would like to be or thought I would be writing it but I'm hopefully going to get it out by late next week. This is a new series I’m starting with little 1-2k shorts about retired Javier and reader and I've already got a handful of other stories planned/semi written out for this series that I’m also working on so expect some more of these to come in the near future. Also I plan on creating a Masterlist for my fics soon, as I know it's the best way for Y’all to be able to track down what fics I have so also expect that soon. Thank you as always for your love on my work and I hope you enjoy!

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It's a midweek afternoon, you and Javi are cuddled up on the couch basking in the warm afternoon sun fluttering in through the window. Exhausted after a long day working on the ranch. You are smiling so hard to yourself, wondering how you got so lucky to be here right now and thinking you wouldn't change it for the world. Javier sleeps behind you, his hot breath fanning your neck. You sigh happily and scoot back into him while trying to get even more comfy than you already are.

A few minutes pass by and you move again, trying to find another comfier position. This goes on a few times. After the fourth or fifth time you feel a hardening object pressing into your butt. You giggle to yourself knowing that you caused it. You move back into Javi this time purposefully trying to get him worked up enough that he wakes up and hopefully needs your help sorting out his ‘problem’. Suddenly Javi’s hand that was resting on your stomach grips and pulls you forcefully against him.

“Honey, are you purposefully trying to work me up, cause everytime you move around…” he growls playfully in your ear leaving a kiss below your ear.

You try to stifle your giggle. “No Javi, I don’t know what you're talking about.” You sarcastically say. “But I could help you with that problem if you want.” You tease, pushing your butt back further into Javier’s hard cock.

“Oh you sure are a teaser sweetheart, and you bet your sweet ass I'm going to take you up on that offer.”

You smirk pretending to get up from the couch. He stops you and pulls you firm against his flannel wearing chest.

“Ah ah ah cariño, don’t you know it’s rude to start things without intending on finishing them, don’t think you're getting out of this one easily.”

He caresses up and down your side, hooking his fingers in your pants and sliding them down. His lips leave soft, warm kisses on your neck. His palm circles the exposed skin of your ass, he smacks it quickly leaving a slight stinging sensation.

“I ought to teach you a lesson for getting me so worked up when I'm sleeping.” He whispers in your ear.

“Hmmm, what did you have in mind, Mr Peña?”

He chuckles, hand moving to the front of your hips, fingers dipping below your waistband. “How bout fucking you so hard on this here couch that you can’t wiggle round no more.” His fingers start circling your clit.

You let a quiet moan leave your lips. “That would..that would be a f..f.fair punishment.” you struggle to say, his hands working on your growing bundle of nerves.

He chuckles deeply. “I think so too, Mi amor.”

Before you can retort back, Javi has climbed on top of you and pushed you firmly into the couch by your hips. He leaves soft wet kisses on your mouth, cheeks and nose, you can’t help but smile lovingly at him as he does so. He then kisses down your neck as he pulls down your panties and pants below your knees. His hands make some room for himself, wiping up your dripping cunt.

“Fuck baby, you sure are excited about me punishing you.” he chuckles.

You kiss him on his Adam's apple hanging above you. “Anything I can get from you, punishment or not, makes me dripping wet, baby.”  A raspy moan escapes him, jaw clenched as you reach and grab his stiffness. Your eyes batting innocently as if you did nothing.

You bite your lips as he unzips his jeans and pulls out his pulsating cock. He rubs the head of his shaft through your glistening juices, and pushes the tip in. You both moan, grinning. He then begins to rock into you, slow and steady, inch by inch. Each small thrust makes the air catch in your throat. He begins to rock into you harder and faster. 

Your eyes roll back and your mouth opens wide, letting all the dirty sounds easily fall out. Javier smirks down at your arousal stricken face, eager to make it stay there as long as possible. He pulls on your thighs and adjusts them to clutch around his waist, the new, deeper angle provides you with even more pleasure as he reaches ‘that’ spot with each hard thrust. Javier moans along with you, feeling your climax nearing cunt flutter close around his veiny dick. 

“Oh..oh..g.god..jav..Javi!” you moan out. “Im so.sooo..close!”

He continues thrusting into you at a painstakingly pleasurable pace, his hands dipping down to rub your clit only adds to the overwhelming pleasure. Both of your whines turn into whimpers as you each simultaneously reach your high. He relentlessly continues to plunge into your dripping cunt, making you cry out and your legs shake.

“Fuck… Javi.”

“That’s right baby, scream out my name! The name of someone that makes you feel so good, who owns your pretty little pussy.”

He pulls out suddenly and pulls your drenched centre to meet his lips. He licks up every drop of your mixed juices that falls out of your aching hole. Your back arches up to his touch, so overstimulating yet addicting. He tenderly kisses and bites down gently on your throbbing clit. Your lips quiver, pleading, pathetic whines leaving them. He finally pulls away satisfied with your pleasure drunk state when your thighs squeeze his head firmly and your hand that holds his soft brown curls pushes him away. He crawls up to your panting chest and lets himself down softly. 

“What do you think, Cariño? Do you think that punishment was adequate for your behaviour?”

“I know I won’t be able to walk for the rest of the night, and my cunt will be aching for days.” You say both chuckling.

“Good. Think of it as a reminder of what happens when you tease me.” he taunts you.

You swallow excitedly knowing that you will very much tease him again, hoping for a similar punishment as soon as your trembling hole would allow it. You both sigh happily, your hands stroking his silky hair content. You and Javi’s eyelids soon flutter close again as the afternoon sun sets upon your conjoined bodies.

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[fluffyprettykitty]

Pursuit

Pairing: Brock Rumlow x agent female reader

Word Count: 850 words

Outline: The man chasing you is the one who 24 hours ago was softly rocking you in his arms.

Warnings: swearing, violence, manipulation, guns.

Author's Note: This is my entry for @nekoannie-chan's 1K Kitties Writing Challenge. I used the prompt' “Why not kill? Everyone has their issues.”. Annie you are such a sweet presence in this community, I love your writing and your love for Rumlow :) It's set during the second captain america during the scene where the shield building is collapsing.

Main Masterlist ・❥・Brock Rumlow Masterlist

"Fuck."

You curse out, kneeling down on the floor as you feel the strong hit from the bullet on your bulletproof jacket. Two hours ago SHIELD was the good organization you knew and worked for and pleaded your allegiance to. Now Captain America was speaking to the mic calling for help and that HYDRA had long taken over what you long knew as real. All these lies, this deceipt, all your sacrifices, it was all for nothing.

It made your heart cold but it beat faster than ever. You shut your eyes holding the gun back in your hands firmly and make your way down the hallway. You had to strike back. Against the one who has toyed with you most of all.

Brock Rumlow.

One of the most decorated, resilient, and expert agents of SHIELD, and of course he was with the bad guys. You should have known. You should have been smarter, you should have noticed something different. You were sleeping next to him for god's sake. Sharing dreams and breaths and half-eaten sandwiches on your way to work. He even invited you to move in with him and still, you hadn't noticed anything different than the life you were living.

A good devoted citizen is all he looked like to you and now there he was standing on the other side of that door, calling your name taunting you, and telling you to 'baby, please come on, hydra doesn't prisoners, you're practically one of us. You know you've always been.'

You were a woman of morals, you'd never betray yourself, your ethics, or your own country like that. He must have known. He should have known. Unless he truly thinks what he is doing is right.

Did he?

He pushes the door open and grabs you by the throat, you kick him repeatedly trying to overwhelm him, to get stronger than him. You were well trained but the problem is that he is the one who had trained you, he knew all of your tricks, all of your micro-movements and when he grabbed your hands pinning you against the wall, his hot breath inches away from your lips, all you wanted to do was plead with him.

'Why is he doing this, why wasn't shield enough for him, how could he have done this to you' but you keep silent, staring at each other, eyes gazing back at black eyes. He is waiting for you to speak first, so he can retire your words, you don't know what to say, but you know what to do.

You spit right in his mouth and use that one second it takes him to collect himself to escape, run faster than before and try to make it out of the fallen building. He comes after you warning you that you never get away, he'd never let you get away, not alive. And you know in your heart he means that. He wants you to be his side, no matter how twisted that might sound. Maybe there's an emotional connection there, maybe he truly loves you.

If he was capable of love.

You were a woman of morals. Flashbacks to your life growing up, attending the army, reading books, reciting hymns come to your head as you are running, his heavy boots continuing to chase you, the constant sound being the only one that keeps you from immersing yourself into the reverie.

You manage once again to put a door behind you and you both stop, heads pressed against the glass to take a couple of breaths and that's when you finally speak to him. Finally echoing all of your thoughts in just one short sentence.

"Why?" You spit out, firm on your tongue, no fear detected.

"Why HYDRA?" He asks you and you know, if anything he'd stop chasing you to have a philosophical conversation you knew that.

"Why be a killer?"

“Why not kill? Everyone has their issues.”

You shut your eyes, and you feel your bones aching. How different life feels right now, how words are echoing through your head, little things reminding you of a better yesterday.

"We are supposed to help people."

"We are trained assassins. C'mon, baby, use your brain. Or did you think all these people you've killed are inferior to you?"

"We do what we do to preserve the peace. To help others, to protect others." That's the truth. That's what you know. What you've always known.

"HYDRA can bring the peace you so much crave. It's all the same in the eyes of the victim. Expect they can no longer defend themselves."

"How long?"

"I've been part of this?"

"Yes."

"Before I was even born."

You stare at his black eyes and know in the next moment you have to make a decision. There is no escaping him, he would just send people after you, or them, now or ever. Either you jump off the building to your potential death or join him.

You blink, you've made your decision.

a/n: yes this is an open ending :) choose your own adventure!

for updates please follow @fluffyprettykittylibrary!

[somelokivariant]

Remus Lupin? What's up with that dude?

word count: 1K A/N: This general idea was just too funny i had to write it 😭 (You'll see what "it" is) So that's what I did I sat for an hour and typed <333 here u go

The marauders sat around the common room pouring over rolls of parchment and textbooks.

“My brain cannot absorb anymore information” Sirius sighed as he flopped onto his back. 

“Didn’t think it could absorb anything to begin with Pads, I'm proud of you.” responded Remus. 

Sirius stuck out his tongue. He did have a point though, The past week they had been cramming in studying for their NEWTS any spare time they got. 

“Remus, are you coming out with us after exams?” Lily asked, “Next saturday?” 

“Yeah that- wait Saturday? I don’t think I can actually. Sorry guys.” He was genuinely disappointed, they've been hustling all week, and now school was over. Unfortunately he had other plans.

Sirius pulled his Sirius-esque pouting face “Mooooooons!” 

“It’s uh, ‘that time of the month’” James hinted to Sirius. 

Sirius was less discreet, “OH right of course hun.”

The girls looked questioningly at each other, but didn’t pry. 

“Oh well, maybe next time.” 

- - - 

Remus and Lily were on prefect duty, quizzing each other as they made rounds through the halls. 

“...is why transfiguration is regarded as a somewhat scientific magic- Remus? Are you listening?” 

Lily turned to see Remus stopped in the middle of the hall a couple steps behind. She went back to get him, looping her arm in his. He told her he had a light headache, and it was probably just because he didn’t sleep well last night.

“You don’t sleep well a lot of nights Remus you should work on that.” She said in a sort of teasing, mostly serious way. He promised he would, but Lily was still a bit concerned.

- - - 

The four boys, Lily, Mary and Marlene all sat in the back of the class together, except now instead of plotting they were frantically trying to write down everything Slughorn was saying. 

“How much lavender did he say?”  whispered Peter.

“Four sprigs” whispered back Remus. 

“The same for valerian sprigs?”

“Yes.” 

“Where do the sopophorous beans come from?” Peter leaned over again.

“From the sopophorous plant.”

“Yes of course. Why the flobberworm mucus?”

“Just to thicken the solution” 

“Wouldn’t that make it harder to drink though?”

"I guess it would Pete, can you stop asking me stupid questions now?” Remus said, a little louder than he intended. He felt bad at the hurt look on Peter's face. 

“Is there a problem back there?” asked Slughorn.

Remus told him no, and left as soon as they were dismissed. 

“I'm sure he's just a bit stressed,” reassured James as they watched him leave. 

- - - 

Exams were finally over. 

Remus was sitting with Mme. Pomfrey like every other month. The other three boys came over to tell him they were going to hogsmeade, and they would make it back as soon as it got dark. Remus told them not to worry, they should enjoy their end of year, without needing to wait on him. Of course they told him that was ridiculous, they would do anything for their Moony. 

Meanwhile Lily, Mary and Marlene were waiting at the entrance of Hogsmeade. James told them they were just dropping Remus off at the infirmary because he ‘wasn’t feeling well’. 

“It’s really too bad Remus couldn’t come today,” said Marlene.

“This happens every month,” said Lily. 

The three of them looked at each other.

“Did you notice his headaches?” lily asked them, “He almost fainted on rounds last week.” 

“It could just be finals?” 

“Or his mood swings lately?” 

“Same thing, every month.” 

They noticed the boys coming over, and the six of them headed into town. 

Marlene tried asking them what exactly happened to Remus, and they answered confidently that he just had a stomach ache. Huh.

After a few seconds of silence Mary broke the ice, “Is Remus trans?”

The boys looked stunned. “What?” 

“He's definitely on his period” “The mood swings?”

“Everymonth he ‘falls ill’” 

“Of course we’d support him either way.” 

“Only a trans kid would name himself ‘Remus’” 

“Sorry if we’re overstepping.”

The boys kind of panicked, what were they supposed to say? “Oh no he's actually just a werewolf”? 

“Yep. Yep that's what it is. That's his big secret.” Peter told them.

James and Sirius just smiled and nodded aggressively. “Please keep it!” 

They promised of course they would, and continued their walk.

“Welp guys,” James whispered, “Good job, we are such good secret keepers!” 

- - - 

Monday Remus was back, looking a little sore but overall better than before. He and Lily were back on prefect duty.

“It’s crazy this is our last year here. I’m gonna miss you guys.” 

“Hey, We’ll still see each other after grad,” She paused, “Remus just know, that you’re my best friend, and I love you and support you always.” 

“I appreciate it, Lils, really.” Remus looked at her kind of confused, “This just end of the year stuff or-?”  

“Just Saturday, you couldn't come out with us, and we asked James and Sirius and Peter and they told us why. Or really we figured it out ourselves-” 

“Oh. Am I really that transparent?” He looked down. 

“Oh no I’m not saying that. It's not like its er visible- but, we’re girls too so we thought-” 

“So it wasn't my scars then? Wait, girls too-?? Lily what?” 

“Your scars-?” 

The two of them stood staring at each other confused. 

“Peter said you’re trans?” 

“Trans!? No Lily I-” Remus bent over laughing. “I’m gay sure, but not trans.” 

“Then why do you ‘get sick’ every month? We thought you had a period and just didn’t want anyone to know-?” She looked kind of embarrassed now.

“Lils, I-I’m a werewolf. Full moon.” 

“Ohhhh.” She looked at him, he looked back at her. “OH!” There it was. They stood a bit more.

“So… that love and support stuff still stand?” He asked quietly. 

She linked his arm, “Of course Remus. You’re still my friend, trans-boy or werewolf.” 

He laughed and they started walking again arm in arm.

“Wait, is that why they call you ‘Moony’???”

[destieltaggedfic]

Purgatory - Part 4

I'm just looking at these and to clear it up if it says Pre S8 it means it was either written before Season 8 aired and/or it changes the Purgatory storyline completely (Cas never runs away or there's no Benny etc)

Here the Deadened Strain Revive – demonology   Ao3

Set Pre S8. The need to protect Dean and get him out of purgatory has Cas pulling all his marbles together.  But his mental health isn’t the only problem when an injured Dean starts becoming more like the monsters that inhabit this realm.  Through all this they are on a deadline to reach the place where they can open a door back to earth during a solar eclipse.

Word Count: 43k                              No Sex

In the Clearing - Missy_dee811   Ao3

Set S15.  Dean’s prayer to Cas in purgatory is slightly different and he admits his love.  Once they get out, Cas tells him about the deal and they work out an alternative way of defeating Chuck.

Word Count: 2k                                 No Sex

will you save me, or will you breathe in my ear? – maningning   Ao3

Set S8.  After they find Cas Dean refuses to sleep unless Cas is safe beside him.

Word Count: 1k                                 No Sex

I Write Sins, Not Tragedies - Taxi_Cab_To_Slowtown   Ao3

Set S8 AU onwards. While they were in purgatory, Dean and Cas had an unofficial wedding.  Somehow over the next few years of occasionally rocky experiences they still manage to keep it quiet.

Word Count: 8k                                 Non-Graphic Sex

A Simple Matter – afreezingnote   Ao3

Set Pre S8.  On the way to the showdown with Dick Roman, Cas and Dean confessed their feelings to each other, but Dean wouldn’t act on it as he was worried about Cas’ mental state.  The topic is revisited in Purgatory and they take a moment to themselves.

Word Count: 2k                                 Graphic Sexual Acts

[satorhime]

hiii!!! i’m new to tumblr and i want to start writing fics of my own, do you have any tips that you don’t mind sharing ? i love ur work btw <333

hi !! welcome >< i’m half asleep right now and i may have to reblog this later but this is advice i honestly follow myself & it may not work for you but i’ll try anw !!

the most important thing is writing for yourself. if you write with the mindset to make others happy by only writing popular trends or things that’ll get you a quick 1k, you’ll ruin the experience for yourself. this isn’t to be confused with wanting recognition and circulation for your work, but rather enjoying your own writing and writing what you want to write.

don’t be afraid to switch fonts, sites you write on, documents, etc. sometimes i start a fic on google docs and end up finishing it in tumblr drafts because that’s the only way i’ll get it done.

if you’re stuck on certain parts of fics or you have writer’s block, step away from the wip for a while and try to approach it with a new mind. sleep on it !!! and if you’re still stuck, maybe your block is around to stay for a while and that’s okay. don’t force it. take a break and read some fics, see how other people write similar content, etc.

your outline doesn’t have to be perfect. it’s the first draft. it can look like whatever. most of my outlines are literally just “he said, she nodded, enter more poetic words here.” also, make as many drafts as you need. sometimes when i start a new draft, it’s refreshing and i look at my fic with fresh eyes.

try your hardest not to compare yourself with other writers. your writing doesn’t suck and no one is better than anyone. it’s fanfiction and it can be anything you want.

create your own writing speed! some writers write fast, and some (like me) are slow. fandom has changed a lot over the years and a lot of people think that fanfiction is supposed to be shucked out almost everyday. this is not true. back in my day we used to wait a whole year for a new chapter to be released. fanfiction is a treat, not a necessity. if anyone tries to rush you, tell them they can live without it lmao.

set boundaries on your blog and don’t be afraid to enforce them.

as for traction, this is a hit or miss for everyone. whether we like it or not, we are content creators and want recognition for our hard work. my only advice is to not rely too much on tags, and open taglists. don’t tag blank blogs as they 100% won’t reblog your work. give little sneak peeks, build excitement for your fics like a whole album release SJSJSKSK

for aesthetics, formatting, and such: make sure your work is neat, and easy to read. hit enter every now and then so your paragraphs aren’t too long (i can show you my favorite format if you want, just ask!) avoid using small font throughout the entire fic so it’s easily accessible to people with vision problems (like me), and make sure to include important content warnings at the beginning.

if you’re writing for a certain type of reader, make sure to include that too. if it’s not poc friendly (includes fair-skinned indicators such as blushing, redness, red bruises, pink coochies, etc.), tag it in the cw. don’t use afab!reader and fem!bodied reader tags if your reader is coded as cis. people have said this is incorrect and you’ll want to avoid that. female/fem!reader will do.

i won’t give advice on how to write your fics as i fully believe everyone writes different, but the best advice i can give is that avoid repetition and play around with words. google pretty ways to say different shit. (you know the whole instead of “‘good morning,’ she said, entering the coffee shop.” try “‘good morning,’ she greeted as she stepped inside the coffee shop, joining the queue with the other exhausted 6:00am commuters.” OR SMTH IDK I CANT ACTUALLY WRITE DKDKDK

there are lots of writers who will beta for you if you’re familiar with them and you ask nicely/be mindful of their busy schedules!

i’ve run out of things to say but i hope these help and that you enjoy writing. it can be really fun, but also super stressful at times. just take your time and go with the flow. good luck babie !!!!!

[ghost-proofbaby]

Hi! I saw your 1k post, congrats!! I was wondering if I could get a ship and song if that's okay?

♡ sunset orange: tell me a lil about yourself, and i'll ship you with one of the characters i'm writing about this time around and give you a song that would be "your song" for the two of you!

I'll try to keep it short but hopefully give you enough to work with! I would say I'm fairly alternative - I currently have purple hair with a neon pink fringe (I've had pretty much every colour at this point, last colours were acid green and purple for Halloween, blue in the summer, etc), I have a few facial piercings and currently working on getting more tattoos. At the moment I have a finished half sleeve of anime/gaming/manga characters, a big thigh piece of one of my favourite anime characters and a few small random ones (faves are a cartoon skeleton with a party hat and a reference to My Chemical Romance because they're one of my all time favourite bands). As youve probably guessed I love all the stereotypical nerdy stuff, I'm huge in to RPGs (currently replaying cyberpunk 2077!!) and general story based things I can get lost in. I work as a mechanical engineer which is basically a fancy way of saying I do a lot of maths and problem solving. I LOVE going to concerts, music wise I listen to pretty much anything but at the moment I'm leaning more to heavier genres like nu metal (mainly stuff like Korn, Deftones, System of a Down, Sleep Token) as well as classic bands like Black Sabbath, Led Zeppelin, etc. but I'm an absolute sucker for bands like Pierce The Veil, Fall Out Boy, All Time Low, Blink 182 and some classic trashy 2000/2010s bangers. I have a tendancy to ramble (clearly) but I'm usually quite shy and awkward around people until I'm more comfortable with them.

Thank you so much!! Obviously no pressure and I hope you have a lovely day/evening 💖

okay first of all... can we be friends? i think we're friends now. it's done, i've decided it. <3 you literally sound like such a goddamn cool person in all seriousness.

which is why it's no surprise that i ship you with eddie munson.

you probably know the drill by now, but please, let me explain.

when it comes to eddie, it's just a bit obvious, isn't it? you literally described yourself as his dream partner. someone who shares his music taste, someone who is just as nerdy as he is. you're incredibly badass with your dyed hair and tattoos, and from the moment he met you, he was a little bit intimated. but then he talked to you, and he was just an absolute goner. because you weren't intimidating, you were bright and wonderful, you were sweet and kind and god - yeah, he was a goner after that first conversation, especially when you just laughed gently after he made an absolute fool of himself. he'd love to help you dye your hair, and if you ever asked him to help you decide on a color, he would take it very seriously. at some point, you might even convince him to dye a matching strand, who knows? he'd love to spend his days laying in bed with you, the two of you taking turns pointing out each other's tattoos and listening to all the stories behind them. he'd love to hear all of the lore behind your favorite games and animes, just watching your rambles with big eyes and a lopsided smile as his chest fills up with so, so, so much love for you. he'd always be in awe of the way he finds you so much smarter than him, not understanding a word of the math involved in your job but just happy to see the way you explain it all to him with such passion. he's your shoulder to lean on whether it be a good day or a bad day, he's your number one supporter through it all. if you ever flipped the script on him and started gushing about his creative talents, how it makes his mind just a wondrous as yours, he'd get extremely blushy and shy in a heartbeat. secretly, though, he loves it. he loves being in love with someone who appreciates him just as much as he appreciates them. and don't even get me started on the music - you'd expose him to bands like Pierce The Veil, Fall Out Boy, and of course My Chemical Romance, and he'd just be a fiend. he wouldn't hesitate to buy tickets to those shows with you. get tickets now, figure out how the hell the two of you would get there later. it's all a little different from what he usually listens to, and he'll still love his classics like Metallica, but he loves them because you love them. because every single one of those songs somehow lead him right back to you, the best part of his life.

especially emergency contact by pierce the veil. it was the obvious choice for your song, considering you're the one that has had to come pick up eddie from the ER far too many times when he hurts himself doing stupid shit.

1k celebration - requests for this are now closed, but you can still send in general requests! just check out my rules first <3

[kellyurban18]

I love you guys. I really do, but some of yall are taking my writing and updating once a week for granted so this is just a PSA.

This is a hobby. Writing fanfic is a hobby. It is a funy hobby and one of the two hobbies I have the other is sewing/quilting.

HOWEVER.

I am also a freelancer, a stay at home mom, and a single mom to twins on top of that. I've been a single mom since the day they left the NICU. I had preterm twin babies who still to this day have some behavioral problems that needs my attention.

WITH THAT SAID.

I am a freelance Editor, Beta Reader, Ghostwriter, and Proofreader. I have clients and a job that doesn't officially have a clock out period. I am doing something 24/7.

Writing fanfic is fun, an escape, and something I don't completely need to focus on. Yes I edit it and I give it the courtesy skimming before publishing. But I do not write and edit and proofread my fanfics the way I write and edit for my job.

This is to escape that.

So while I am so glad and happy you guys love my stories that you want more of it, just remember when you comment or private message me two days after publishing a new chapter asking me to update...no just don't do it.

Don't do it to anyone. Everyone has a life outside of this world of fanfiction.

"Just post the chapters you've already written it's not a big deal"

Yes it fucking is Jessica. If I posted every chapter I have written for this story you would be confused. I dumpster write which means for the very first writing of a chapter I just slap down whatever I want to happen which ends up to be about 500-1k words then I edit that like 2-5 times before you have the chapters you all know and love with 3-4k words. Also I just wrote what? An 11k chapter for you little fuckers so relax a bit.

NOT ONLY THAT

I am renovating a home and helping my narcissistic mom with her hoarding lifestyle while also listening to her telling me my freelancing isn't a real job despite the fact I support my self and my family just fine while also giving my sister money on the regular because she won't ask our parents anymore because they make her feel guilty for needing to pay her heating.

(Sorry. I love her I do. She's my best friend when she's on a good day but that switch can be turned in 0.3 seconds I swear.)

There are only so many hours in a day. So many hours in a week. I need more than most of those for my job(s).

This isn't to say I'm not open to comments reminding me,

"hey it's been a while are you going to update".

This is for the person who has religiously private messged me every week since the first chapter asking me to update two days after publishing and then messaging me every day until Tuesday night and messaging me every hour or two on Wednesdays until I update.

Last week when I didn't publish until Thursday she told me I had responsibilities to my readers.

I have never wanted to throw my computer out my window before.

Anyway.

I love you all and this was just a rant.

I will be publishing a little late this week again and probably all month since February is a busy month for me

I have my kids' 5th birthday on the 19th and we are going to Orlando on a family trip from the 23rd through to the 7th. Disney and Universal of course. So please keep that in mind near the end/beginning of the month if I don't publish around there.

Most of you are amazing and the "Can't wait for more!" Comments are great! I love reading your comments!

This was just a rant and a little reminder that fanfic writers have lives outside of this world even if we wish we didn't. Unfortunately the economy isn't very supportive of hobby writers lol

Okay I'm done I think.

Love you all.

It's like 5am over here so I'm going back to sleep.

[skinnyducky]

to break a boy // v.h.

a/n took a break from working on requests and stuff and decided to do a little free writing. i think i got this idea from martin. either it was that or the nanny, can’t remember, i’m running on no sleep. N E WAYS, hope you enjoy this silly yet somewhat cute fic. 

vinnie hacker x fem!reader

Word Count: 1k, edited

WARNING: lang, bit of angst, vinnie’s asshole era, and that’s it.

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Y/n couldn’t believe Vinnie. The audacity of him to go on that podcast and slander her. He literally dogged his own girlfriend to the entire internet, saying that he's, quote unquote, "quick to keep a bitch in check," as if he’s this hyper-masculine figure. Sure, he went on a male-centered podcast, but that didn’t mean he had to act like an actual male. Y/n was so hurt, but more than that…she was pissed. She was so pissed, she left in the middle of work to get him all the way in check.

Stomping into the warehouse, she spotted Vinnie and his friends gathered on the couch, talking and whatnot. "Vincent Hacker." She snarled, his name rolling off her tongue, covered in nothing but venom.

"Baby, what’s up?" Vinnie leaped to his feet and skipped over to her. "Aren’t you supposed to be at work right now? Wait, let me guess…you couldn’t get enough of me, could you?" He chuckled, glancing back at the boys who were laughing their asses off.

"I saw the podcast."

At that, Vinnie grinned from ear to ear. "And what’d you think? Personally, I have to say it’s one of the best podcasts I ever did."

"I definitely have some opinions," Y/n said, "but I would much prefer to share them with you in private, if you don’t mind."

"Obviously, if you’re storming in here, you’ve got something important to say, right?" He quickly shot a wink to his friends before returning his attention to Y/n. "I mean, there should be no problem saying it in front of the boys. So, what’s up? Spit it out."

Y/n huffed, letting out a sharp breath through her nose. "Oh, so you don’t mind me telling your boys about how you cried for my help when that guy threatened you at the movie theater? But I’m the bitch, right?"

The sound of snickering erupted from the gang of boys huddled on the couch. Vinnie turned and shot them a glare before giving it to Y/n. "Can I see you in the back for a minute?"

She nodded, happily following him into the backroom. Once they were both inside, Vinnie shut the door and burst into laughter. "Y/n, I know you’re not mad."

"Of course I’m mad, Vinnie!" She yelled. "How could you say all of those things about me on that damn podcast!?"

"I was just matching the vibe, babe. You know, I don’t mean any of that stuff."

"I certainly hope you don’t," she said, "because if you genuinely believe any of the macho­-man bullshit you said, then you don’t respect me or our relationship!"

Vinnie gasped, clutching his imaginary pearls. "You know I respect you."

"Then you better go on the internet and tell them what’s real—"

Before she could even finish, Vinnie cut her off. "Now wait a minute, Y/n. What’s real between me and you has nothing to do with the internet. Besides, they already know what’s up."

"Oh they do, do they? Do you know how many DMs I’ve received today alone calling me ‘Molly the Maid’ or ‘Vinnie’s pet?’"

"Baby," started Vinnie. He pursed his lips, trying his best to hold back his laughter.

"You know what, I’m done." Y/n spun around and advanced towards the door, but before she could even get to it, Vinnie leapt in front of her, keeping her from leaving.

"Wait a minute," he said, letting out his laughter. "You’re being funny right now, Y/n. You really want to break up over some things I said on a meaningless podcast?"

Sighing, the girl rolled her eyes. "No, I’m breaking up with you because of what you said about me on that meaningless podcast. You talked about me like I was some 1950’s housewife or something, obeying your every command and being this dainty little figure."

Vinnie groaned and slapped his hands against the door. "You see, now I’m mad! This is childish, y/n!" He shouted, moving over to the couch. "You want to end things? Fine! I don’t care, I’m a man! I’m fine with or without you!"

Y/n stood there, silent and emotionless. She didn’t exactly know what to say—well, nothing that didn’t contain a number of profanities—but she knew exactly what to do. All she needed was for him to say the magic words.

"I don’t even know why you’re, like, still here." He plopped down onto the couch and laid back, seemingly unphased by it all. "Door’s right there, don’t let it hit you on the way out."

And with those words, Y/n headed straight for the door. And right as she placed her hand on the knob…

"Y-Y/n, no!" Vinnie cried, shooting up off the couch. He grabbed onto his hair as tears began pouring down from his eyes like rain. "D-Don’t go! You won, okay!?"

Y/n turned to face him, a smug grin on her face. "I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you. I what?"

"You won, Y/n, damn!"

"And that means you’re never going to disrespect me on the internet again, right?" She asked, walking over to him, hands firmly planted on her hips.

"Never!" He answered, running to her and pulling her into a hug. "I’m sorry, okay?"

"Okay."

"I’m sorry." He repeated, this time a little softer.

Y/n giggled, "Okay, Vin. I get it."

With his arms still wrapped around her, Vinnie stared deep into her eyes. "I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too." Y/n smiled.

The two gazed into each other’s eyes for a good second before they allowed their lips to come together. Despite the argument that happened just a minute ago, the kiss contained nothing but passion and warmth. Breaking the kiss, Vinnie began nibbling on Y/n’s ear. "For a minute there, I thought you were actually about to leave me. I definitely couldn’t have that."

"Eh, I knew you’d break." She teased, patting him on the back. "Now, I have to get back to work before my boss finds out I left in the middle of my shift."

She freed herself from his embrace and strolled over to the door. However, once again, before she could even leave, Vinnie comes running in front of her and blocks the door.

"What’s wrong, babe?" She asked.

He gulped, fiddling with his fingers. "Look, I know we just talked about this, but I’m begging…can you make it look like I won."

"Vinnie!"

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[userholland]

i saw your announcement and came to ask asap. can you like do a hurt/comfort blurb where reader and tom get into an argument and he goes to sleep in a different place and like he forgets to say i love you but he always says i love you so reader gets upset and they try to make up????? tysm i really love your writing

pairing－ tom holland x fem!reader [hurt/comfort au]

contains－ plain angst, privilege snooty kids, poor communication, sweet and comforting ending (like y'all know gotta go your own way in hsm. its like that. mwah)

word count－ 1k

masterlist | blurb requests open! (nsfw + fluff)

Ironically, it was stressful dating a celebrity (especially one you grew up with from the start). It wasn't only hard to watch the man you love taking on the fame but adjusting to what felt like a new lifestyle.

Sometimes, you wish you could flashback to regular nights without the constant paranoia that a camera was over your shoulder or some celebrity friend would call last minute about a party invite. As exciting as it was for Tom, he didn't realize it had taken a toll on you as well and you'd reach your limit tonight.

The night started out glamorous and grand because Tom's new friends asked him to come to a new bar, supposedly it's going to take off and all so, Tom should pay his mind to it. Suggesting that he could stay in with you after his long day on set, he insisted on going still.

Now, you didn't have a problem with him wanting to do what he wants, you loved going out together, but the people he surrounded himself with weren't favorable. They were loud, entitled, and fresh to Hollywood, coming off as snooty, although you admitted it could be that this is just new to you and you weren't around your "normal" friends.

As much as you wanted to keep on a smile the whole night, it became harder with every word you had to listen to. Tom was having fun, at least to your eyes he was, extending his overtired feeling just to socialize, but you didn't understand most of the conversations since they were clearly about acting.

Just as you wanted to start a new conversation, Angela, his co-star, drunkenly giggled as she asked what you were working on. When answering that you weren't an actor, she acted as if you were a nerd joining the cool kids' table. There was something so condescending about her answer that it boiled your blood.

"I'm gonna go." You blatantly said, not taking the treatment. You tossed your napkin on your chair before leaving toward the exit.

Tom quickly got up, following right behind you and he gently grabbed your wrist right when you got past the entrance, "Where are you going?"

"Home, or back to the apartment." You spat, pulling your arm back.

"Why? We were having a good time-"

"You. You were having a good time. Those people are awful, and I don't care what you say, I just won't take that." You tell him, wanting to scoff at his ignorance.

"C'mon, you're being a bit dramatic." He stated.

"Dramatic? You're all dramatic. Laughing about your camera angles and exposé... whatever that is. You guys sound a bit insufferable. This isn't like you at all."

A few people passing stared at you two arguing so, Tom guided you toward the alley where you could get more privacy and could only hope no one was taking a video or picture.

"Y/N-"

"No, I'm not gonna stay. Frankly, I don't want to be here. I was hoping we got to go back to London and just... feel normal for a few days, but you insisted on hanging out with these kinds of people who hurt my feelings for not being famous. When's the last time you called your friends anyways? It's like... you're a different person."

Tom, offended, rolled his eyes at your comment, "Okay, let's just settle this in the morning and just put on a nice smile and go back in there."

"No, I just can't be here right now." You said, and he pulled back.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means I wanna leave. Are you coming with me or not?" You ask him as if it was a question, but his hesitation with silence following didn't comfort you, "Tom?"

He clenched his jaw, his heart thudding against his chest, "No, I'm not leaving."

You scoff, "Then don't bother coming back if you want to sit around with a bunch of people who only care about your career and not you."

After you turned around to head to the apartment, Tom gulped as he wanted to mutter your name. He so badly could give in, saying he's sorry and that he loved you, but he was so angry that he didn't want to speak it out of a place it shouldn't come from the unsettling stress he felt. It wasn't fair to make him choose, but at the same time, it seemed like a no-brainer. You didn't want to lose each other. Just as he wanted to say "i love you" across the street, you did too, but instead, you two went your separate ways.

－ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

In the morning, Tom's eyes ached as if someone punched him deep in his sockets. The dryness under his eyes was unbearable and he only felt pain in his neck and back from how uncomfortable his friend's couch was all night.

You weren't doing so hot either. Leaning over the bed to avoid the pillow and sheets where his cologne lingered, constantly replaying the moment in your head and wishing you hadn't made him choose. You were emotional but so cruel to him with less than a valid explanation.

Both of you fucked up, and it had to be said.

Just as you reached for your phone, there was a knock at the door. As you rolled out of bed, feeling like you were coming down from a cold, you went to the front door and opened it to see Tom standing there with tired, red eyes.

"About last night-"

"No, I'm sorry. I'm sorry." You told him.

He nodded, "I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have just left you... especially without saying 'I love you'." Tom gulped.

"Me too..." You trailed, "Me too."

Without hesitating, the two of you embraced a tight hug as if you'd been apart for years. It wasn't the worst fight you had, but one that you decided to leave each other's sides after vowing to never do that to one another.

"I love you so much." He said against your ear, still hugging you.

"I love you so much too." You whimpered.

He kissed your forehead, not letting you go to make up for the time you were apart. Dramatic as it seemed, you both realized how much you truly adored each other and how special your love was.

[atlaese]

around the block - m.m.

prompt: "tourist asking for directions" summary: lost in the city that never sleeps you find the one man who shouldn't be able to help you navigate the city, yet his kindness makes everything better. pairing: reader x matt murdock   tw: meet-cute, mentions of catholicism (a little joke about a priest), pure fluff tbh! words: 2K. a/n: this is my entry for @fluffyprettykitty's 1K celebration/writing challenge. congratulations again lovie!!! <3. i highly recommend everyone to check out her blog; she's so immensely talented and has something for everyone! <3 it's been a few weeks since I wrote for matty boy, but i just had to use this prompt for him. i hope you enjoy and i very much welcome any feedback <33

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You wouldn’t say you were lost per se. Lost was a word that you used for people who didn’t know who they were. People that had gone their whole lives as someone that they weren’t, someone formed by society.

You were just a bit confused at your current location.

You were somewhere in New York, that was obvious (you would recognize those green street signs anywhere). Yet, you had no clue what borough you were in. 

In your opinion, it could either be Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens or any of the other boroughs that made New York the beautiful city it was. 

If you had prepared this impromptu day in the city better, you’d have charged your phone, brought a small map and perhaps met up with one of your friends that lived in the city.

But unfortunately, none of that happened. 

You had to be in the city for a day to attend a meeting at a publisher for one of your clients. You were an independent PR manager, your company on the brink of exponential growth and you’d do a lot for the few clients you had. Flying in for a meeting in another state was not a problem if it meant putting out a good reputation for your company. 

Once your flight arrived in the early morning hours, you got the bad news that your client came down with a sinus infection due to allergies and that the meeting was postponed until further notice. You loved spring, but the pollen really messed up your schedule.

If you had known this ahead, you’d have met up with a dear friend you knew from college, yet they too were unavailable due to a major walk-out at a client’s firm. 

And for your phone… it was honestly a piece of shit. It stopped working when the battery level hit 28% and it also had trouble charging. You needed to bend the charging cable in a certain way for it to charge. Yes, you had been electrocuted twice already. 

So there you were, all alone in New York City, less prepared than ever before.

But New Yorkers were friendly people, right?

You saw a lady pushing a stroller headed your way, her curls bouncing with every step she took as she had a determined look on her face.

“I’m sorry, can I ask something?” you spoke up, a friendly smile plastered on your face.

The woman didn’t even spare a glance as she walked on, and it was only in passing that you saw the white AirPods in her ears. 

You didn’t get discouraged though, as you spotted a man with a suit who seemed to know his way around the city.

“I’m sorry, could I trouble you for a second?”

The man looked at you with big green eyes, a deer caught in the headlights. 

“Excusez-moi, no English, je ne parle pas anglais, désolé.”

“Oh, sorry,” you muttered, embarrassment flooding your entire being. This whole day had morphed from a normal business trip into something where nothing went right. It felt like the equivalent of walking around with socks only to then step into a puddle of water. It wasn’t a nice feeling. 

The only positive thing about today might have been the weather.

Summer had just arrived in New York. It was the time just before the pressing heat that would make the city feel like a bubble that was about to burst. There was a light breeze for you to enjoy, the sun’s beams were warming your skin, making you wish you could read your book in the shade of a tree in Central Park. These were the days that made hauling a book with you every day worth it.

Yet, as much as you wished to go there, you had absolutely no idea how to get there.

You stood in front of a church and you had a few options here. You could go inside and bother the priest for directions (would that count as blasphemy?), or you could bother the sunglasses-wearing man that was sitting on the bench next to the entrance. 

Your choice was quickly made. No need to bother the man of faith when you could bother the handsome stranger with a slight scruff and perfectly coiffed hair. 

The man didn’t react as you sat down next to him, his suit in a crisp state as he seemed to just be enjoying the nice weather during his lunch break.

“I’m so sorry to bother you,” you said, an apologetic look on your face, “but I’m a little lost, do you know where exactly we are?”

The man tilted his head your way in confusion, he could have been daydreaming and hadn’t even noticed you sitting down.

“Oh I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you!”

“It’s fine,” he said, licking his lips and sitting up a bit straighter. “We’re in Hell’s Kitchen at the moment, but hearing your accent I’ve got a feeling you’re not familiar with the place.”

You let out a little scoff but laughed nonetheless.

“You’ve got a good ear, I am indeed not really familiar with the boroughs, unfortunately. I just need to find my way to Central Park.”

“Got something to do in Central Park?” he inquired, tilting his head in question. His glasses were tinted in a dark colour, not giving any sign of what colour eyes would be hidden behind them. 

“I was just gonna read a bit in the shade before going back to my hotel,” you said. “My meeting was cancelled last minute so now I have the day to spend here.”

“The quintessential New Yorker experience,” he nodded, a ghost of a smile painted on his lips. “Can’t say I wouldn’t do the same.”

You smiled at his remark, happy that the native New Yorker wouldn’t shun you for doing something like that. 

“Anyway, I have some time to spare, I can walk with you to the park,” he said, quickly looking at the church’s entrance. 

“Oh, really? That would honestly make my day!”

The day really had done a 180 spin. At this point, you were grateful to get directions, so the fact that he would walk you all the way back made you want to hug him. 

You stood up from the bench, failing to hide the smile on your face. Well, he deserved to know how happy this made you. 

But then, your smile faltered a bit. Or a lot even, the smile replaced by your jaw that had gone slack. 

The man had stood up as well, his sunglasses still perched on his nose, his bag slung over his one shoulder and a white cane in his opposite hand. 

A white cane, which was first folded up and laying next to him, was an inconspicuous item that you hadn’t even noticed in your rush to find your current location. 

Maybe that was the moment you felt truly lost. Lost in your subconscious, perhaps, because you really needed to pay attention to your surroundings.

“Oh,” you let out, shaking your head in confusion and gesturing for him to let it be, that you’d ask someone else.

“Are you gesturing right now?” he asked, a sly smile on his lips as his tongue wet them once more. 

Was he… was he laughing at you? Laughing at the confusion that surrounded you, the fact that the one thing you shouldn’t do in front of a blind person was to gesture?

“Yeah, I am so incredibly sorry,” you apologized. If a small thundercloud would come floating above your head and let the rain pour down on only you, you wouldn’t even mind. It could be karma.

“It’s okay, really,” he laughed, “I can still show you the way, I’m quite the navigator.”

He held out his left arm, a welcoming smile on his face.

“Take my arm and then we’ll walk to the park together.”

“Are you sure? I wouldn’t want you to do something out of your comfort zone.”

“My name is Matt Murdock and my comfort zone encompasses the whole of New York City, just accept my help.”

You laughed at his confident nature and introduction and loosely wrapped your right arm around his left as you let your name softly slip past your lips.

“So, y/n, what do you do that makes you come to the city?”

Matt started walking, a steady rhythm of thumps on the concrete as his cane hit the ground. You fell into step with him, a comfortable tread that was just fast enough for the both of you.

“I’m in PR,” you explained, “I was only supposed to be here today for a meeting, but my client got sick.”

“And you decided to go out on an adventure?”

“Yeah, but unfortunately I wasn’t very well prepared,” you laughed. “But it seems that my day was made a million times better now that I’ve got my own personal guide!”

Matt laughed, and for the whole way to the park, you talked about everything and nothing.

Matt explained his job, hence why he was dressed so fancily and why he could just take a two-hour lunch. 

You told him about your dreams of owning a bigger company & he told you about his colleague and best friend, Foggy. 

“Well, according to my memory, we should be at the park,” Matt announced as you rounded the corner. “Could you confirm that we are indeed at an entrance?”

“Affirmative,” you said, softly squeezing his bicep in excitement. “Does it make me a horrible human if I told you I’m glad my client called in sick?”

A laugh rumbled up through his chest, making him softly shake as you glanced up at him. The rays of the sun were hitting his face just right, giving a small glimpse at the eyes that were a little less hidden beneath the sunglasses. They seemed to be a beautiful brown, with thick lashes framing them. 

“It doesn’t, not in my professional opinion at least.”

You slowly unwrapped yourself from his arm, signalling that this was the point where your ways would part. 

“Thank you, Matt, really, I still would have been walking around Hell’s Kitchen like a chicken without a head without you.”

“It’s not a problem, I enjoyed this… little walk with you,” he smiled, tilting his head down in response. “I’m glad I met you.”

“I’m glad my distress makes you happy,” you joked. “No, I’m kidding I’m really glad I met you, too.”

“Unfortunately, I have to get back to my office, but next time you’re in the city you might want to get lost in Hell’s Kitchen again.”

“Lost in front of the church, where a man is sitting on a bench?”

Matt nodded as he got his phone out of his bag and held it out to you. 

“I’d love it if you wanted to give me your number? You’d never be lost in the city again, I swear.”

Matt turned out to be right.

You got to know each other even better through the lengthy late-night phone calls and quick e-mails during lunch. During the late evenings in your office, you put each other on speaker to have some company - you would be working on a campaign and he would be preparing his opening statements for a case.

The publisher in New York decided to get you on retainer, meaning that you had to be in the city at least twice a month. It also meant that you got to be with each other a lot more.

And in the end, you really never got lost in that city again, because he was always there to guide you around the block. 

[crackheadgeminibby]

Hi!! Are you receiving request? If you are can you write something about x reader making a little cameo during a Chris' interview? Please😁

unexpected appearance

pairing: chris evans x black!reader

warnings: language, age gap, fluff

word count: 1k

a/n: hey! sorry it’s so short but hope you like it:)

i do not consent to my work being copied in any way, shape or form or reposted on any other platform

not my picture

Before even opening your eyes, you feel the warmth of the sun on your body, and you hear the chirping of birds right outside of your window. You yawn and stretch your body under the covers before slowly opening your eyes. As you look around the room, you see that Dodger is sleeping at the end of your bed and that the bedroom door is closed. It was a bit odd since Chris and you always left all the doors in the house open to make sure Dodger could come and go as he pleased but you didn’t think too much of it.

You reach for your phone on the nightstand and look at the time: 11:27 am.

You smile softly as you try to remember the last time you had been able to sleep in that late on a weekday.

You had stayed up until 4:30 am last night as you were finishing your final project: you were officially done with school and you could not be happier.

You put your phone back on your nightstand and rub your eyes as you get up from the bed. You head to the bathroom attached to your bedroom and brush your teeth.

As you’re washing your face, you feel something wet on your leg. When your face is dry, you turn around and see that Dodger is looking up at you with his big brown eyes. You smile softly and open the door that leads to the backyard from the bedroom. You leave the door open to make sure that Dodger can come inside whenever he’s finished while you go prepare something to eat.

You head to your closet to find something to change into. You were kind of cold with only the t-shirt that you slept in, so you opt for taking one of Chris’ new shirts. You smirk as you remember the day he realized that it wasn’t Dodger stealing all of his shirts but you.

You throw your t-shirt in the hamper and put Chris’ shirt on. Dodger comes running back into the room as you’re buttoning up the two middle buttons of the shirt: you never really liked to button them all since it made the shirt tighter and less comfortable.

You close the door that leads to the backyard and head to the kitchen.

“Come on, buddy, let’s go eat.”

You get in the kitchen and give Dodger some food and fresh water before you start to get things ready to make some eggs. As you’re cracking eggs in a bowl, you realize that you still haven’t heard or seen Chris since you woke up. Knowing him, he had probably been working nonstop since he woke up this morning and had forgotten to eat.

“Chris?”

When you don’t hear anything back, you walk to the living room to see if he’s in there. You frown when you see that there’s no sign of him. When you turn around, you spot Chris’ computer sitting on the dinner table.

He was probably working and left to run some errands. As you’re walking back to the kitchen through the dining room, you see that Chris’ computer is on.

You roll your eyes as you see that. He always complained that his computer ran out of battery super fast and that it was always turning off in his face. When he had told you that, you told him that having his brightness to 100% and leaving the computer on all day didn’t help.

You look around for Chris’ charger because you just know that his computer would be turning off soon otherwise. You finally spot it in the corner of the dining room, so you bend down to pick it up. As you’re walking around the computer to plug it in, you hear a loud noise coming from the garage.

You frown as you wonder what it is: Dodger was still in the kitchen and Chris was supposedly out.

“Y/N! Y/N! Get away from my computer.”

You hear Chris’ voice get gradually louder.

“Jesus Christ, calm down, I’m just plugging it in because you forgot to, as usual.”, you reply while rolling your eyes.

“Stop! Don’t touch it!”

You plug in the computer and are about to snap at Chris but he comes into the dining room and drags you to the side of the dining table. You take Chris’ hand off your arm and frown at him.

“What the fuck is your problem, Chris? You need to chill.”

“I have an interview.”

“Yeah, I know. At 1pm, you told me that.”

Chris groans and points at the AirPods in his ears, “No, I have an interview right now. I just didn’t want to wake you up.”

You look at Chris with a confused expression as you point at his computer and say, “Oh…”

You look down at your half-naked body and your eyes widen as heat rushes to your face, “OH!”

You lean slightly towards the computer and that’s when you spot the little green light at the top of his screen.

“Oh shit.”

Chris nods slightly, “Yeah.”

Chris sits back down in front of his computer and you see him move some open windows around before you see a Zoom call pop up.

You were an unlucky person in general, but that was just… next level.

You walk back to the kitchen as Chris takes his AirPods out and puts a hand in front of his mouth, clearly struggling to not burst out in laughter.

You hear the people on the call faintly start talking again and some others start to laugh.

Chris bites his bottom lip and chuckles slightly as he says, “Yeah, I always forget to plug my computer in, so she always does it for me. Lucky man, aren’t I?”

You hear people laugh again and you feel your face heating up even more.

You see Dodger standing in the middle of the kitchen and bend down to pet him. You smile as you think that if people saw him, they would probably stop talking about you.

You smirk and point your finger at Chris as you whisper, “Hey Dodge, wanna go see Daddy?”

When he hears you refer to Chris, Dodger starts to wag his tail excitedly. You stand up and clap as silently as possible while you jerk your head in Chris’ direction.

Dodger runs to Chris and climbs up on his lap before he starts to lick his face. You instantly hear the people on the call start to aww at Dodger. While everyone’s attention is on Dodger, Chris turns towards you and smiles before mouthing, “I love you.”

You beam back at him and blow him a kiss while winking.

As you’re continuing to make the eggs, you think to yourself as you roll your eyes:

I’m never going around Chris’ stupid computer again.