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#archive of our own#ao3 stuff#ao3 quotes#archive of our own quotes#fanfic#fanfic quotes#funny#ao3#ao3 tags#every bird is gay in this fic#i don’t even have anything to say#this is already great#what could I possible have to add#also don’t look too closely at my spelling#it’s 2:30 am#and autocorrect is doing some heavy fucking lifting rn
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15 questions + 15 friends (tagged by my beloveds @whitenikes & @acheronist 🥰💕 thank you thank you!!)
1. Are you named after anyone?
technically yes… i’m named after a character in a book but my mom has never been able to remember what book 🫡
2. When was the last time you cried?
i don’t usually log frequent crier miles but i definitely cried in december (??) watching the music video for “amelia” for a variety of reasons
3. Do you have kids?
nope! i do refer to my students as my kids sometimes on accident and have freaked out more than one person by saying “my kids” lmao
4. What sports do you play/have played?
currently i play rugby, although i grew up playing a lot of sports—i did volleyball, basketball, track, and danced competitively (which is probably the sport i miss the most)
5. Do you use sarcasm?
me? using sarcasm? never :) here i usually don’t because it doesn’t come across the same over text and irl it’s usually just with people i’m comfortable with and know will get it
6. What is the first thing you notice about someone?
oooo outfit maybe? voice? context dependent for sure
7. What’s your eye color?
legally, hazel. illegally, whatever color the nearest person to me says that they are at the time
8. Scary movies or happy endings?
happy endings :)
9. Any talents?
(insert the quinn hughes 😬 on the bench reaction meme please i’m trying ok!!)
i can bake pretty decently! athletic if that’s a talent? i would love to learn how to do more artsy things (got a crochet kit & paint with watercolor sometimes)
10. Where were you born?
michigan 🧤<- not a mitten but i’d show you where i’m from on it if i could
11. What are your hobbies?
reading, although i never have as much time to read as i want to (send me book recs please)… i count sports as a hobby and i just got a really pretty new puzzle! also, obviously, hockey.
12. Do you have any pets?
yes!!! i have a canary and a society finch (orville and duncan), a hypo corn snake (apollo! he has hearts on his head!), and two cats (john watson and effie). in the future i’d love to have a dog again, since i just lost him this past summer
13. How tall are you?
moritz seider (5’3”)
14. Favorite subject in school?
real hot girls speak german 💅 it’s either that or biology but i feel like that’s little bit of a cop out
15. Dream job?
re: the cop out above, dream job is working as a veterinarian for a zoo! so it makes sense i love biology lol
tagging @songsandswords @kj-op @hiding-from-reality-56 @catboy-mahura and anyone else who’d like to and hasn’t done it already!!
#liv in the replies#i don’t always do tag games because i am Shy but i am going to Make An Effort y’all i promise#assorted random comments:#the amount of googling i have done to try and figure out what book i was named after so i could read it… it’s a curse#you can have it in the tags because i didn’t want to put it in text but i am a SAP i will cry about/to medias a lot easier than my life#and generally i really only cry when i’m hormonal l m a o wish it weren’t so#i am a great lakes girlie now & forever midwest kids are doing alright. can’t imagine living somewhere w/o lakes although the ocean’d be ok#i did however make it a goal to read a book every day that i was on break and we did that!!! my other goal did not get accomplished#(finish a fic) because i was like oh i’ll have so much time!!! and then bam i worked like. 40h weeks lmao. every time :))))#hopefully today i’ll write though if i get everything figured out for [redacted] and i keep forgetting i still have tomorrow too#the most important part about my pets is that orville & duncan (birds) are questionably gay for each other :) &are EXACTLY like their names#me vs my anxiety that i am Bothering People when i tag them: FIGHT#please know if i didn’t tag you but you would’ve done this i love you with my entire heart i just got scared i would be bothering you 💕#but also like. tell me so i can tag you next time without fear because i love learning about my mutuals 🥺 y’all are the coolest#tag game
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“Realistic Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley headcanons” and then it’s just the fun police.
Mdni. Nsfw below cut.
- It makes me want to scoop my fucking brain out with a spoon when people say that Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley is some shy, anxious soft boy. I really do not believe he’d need to be coddled after a nightmare or babied when he’s feeling angsty. He is fine, y’all. Please don’t call paw patrol.
He is a soldier. He’s a war criminal. He is traumatized to the point of numbness. He is fucked up and weird and insane and honestly I think that we should all let everybody have their thing.
I cannot fix him. I do not want to fix him. I can only make him worse.
- Sorry but I just cannot write him having any kind of romantic feelings toward Soap. I like writing their dynamic more brotherly.
Furthest they’ve gone is ‘locker room gay.’
Like Johnny sends him dick pics on occasion because he thinks it’s funny and it pisses Ghost off.
That being said, I do read the occasional Ghoap fic. I’m not a perfect person. Sometimes it’s just yummy delicious.
- Feel like he’s the kind of freak to intentionally go to the gym without headphones. Something about discipline. Opting to just stare at the wall in front of him while he’s doing cardio or counting repetitions of exercises.
But on the rare occasion that he does indulge himself, he has a playlist of like 5-6 songs he likes and when it ends he just goes back to silence. Divorced dad rock. Chorded headphones only.
- Doesn’t have the debilitating commitment issues as people paint him out to have. Just commitment-phobic. Obviously stems from his past. He’s got that sexy deep rooted fear of abandonment or something horrible happening to people he actually lets close to him. But he’s not completely turned off by the idea of romantic attachments or close friends, just a little hesitant to open himself up to that kind of opportunity.
Probably very cagey about romantic partners. Doesn’t want the guys to know about you. Doesn’t keep pictures of you around his bunk or anything like that. He’s worried it’ll somehow compromise your safety. Worried about you getting swept up in his work.
- Women’s rights? Or Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley? I really do think he’d love to have a partner who lets him provide *everything* for them. He just wants to serve and protect. Wants his bird to be in a gilded cage all nice and safe and reliant on him for survival.
Doesn’t even really like the idea of you going to the grocery store by yourself. Would prefer if you just stayed put and tended his home and cooked him meals and let him dote on you and provide everything you could ever need.
- Has a really strange understanding of technology. He’s fine with the newer military stuff. That’s his element. He can do electrical wiring, set up a TV, install security cameras. That’s all whatever. But a cell phone? He doesn’t give a shit enough to keep up with the new updates and all the new things you have to learn when you get a smartphone. Wishes he would have kept a flip phone.
Texts like this: [OK. See youtonight.]
MAYBE has a private Facebook with no profile picture where the only things on his wall are Price wishing him a happy birthday every year.
His camera roll is like; 97 accidental screenshots of his Lock Screen, a few pictures of him and the task force boys, the inside of his pocket (another accident), a sunrise, a few cool things he found on missions, 34 pictures of Soap and Gaz when they took his phone.
- Insufferable in the early stages of trying to date him. Little to no communication other than basically demanding you meet him somewhere. Texting or talking on the phone? Like pulling fucking teeth. You think he’d rather be dead.
It was a headache getting him to go out in the first place. Maybe you worked at a bar where the guys would come to have a drink after a long day. He’s a little stand-offish but he’s handsome and he knows how to banter well enough for you to be persuaded by a coworker to slip him your number after you complained one too many times about a shit hookup or yet another terrible first date. It takes him nearly two weeks to phone you.
“Didn’t think you’d call.”
“Didn’t think I would either.”
He takes you out once, you think he seems sort-of interested, then he doesn’t phone or text you back for three days. You get over it. A few more dates in. You can tell he’s a bit more relaxed. A bit more open. You’re less worried that you’re a terrible conversationalist. Then he goes on a month long deployment without saying anything in advance. Radio fucking silent yet again. You want to tear your hair out. When he finally gets back, he’ll text you something like [Atthat pub you like. Drinks ?] completely out of the blue. You think you may actually go insane.
- Once he’s gotten used to you, it’s like the sole purpose of his life is to be your protector even if you’ve only recently convinced yourself he may want something casual. You’re small and grab-able. He knows how nasty people can be and what think when they see you. He needs to know that you’re taken care of, kept safe from such a scary world.
So he’ll just linger around you. All the time. Standing behind you when you’re at the till at the store, staring down the cashier who was only trying to be friendly when they asked if you had any fun plans for the rest of the day. Big arms folded over his chest. Looming so largely he threatens to eclipse you without taking a single step forward. Eyes burning a hole into the poor person who hastily finishes the transaction without another word.
Walking silently next to you in the evenings after you’re both off work; close enough to brush shoulders, but that’s about it. Listening to you chirp on about your day. Occasionally offering a small grunt of acknowledgement or a few words of interjection. Always walks on the side of the path that he thinks could pose you the most immediate danger. Shielding you from what may lurk in a darkened alley or a hedge or a small thicket of trees.
Scary dog privilege, but like… for when you go to fill your car up with gas in broad daylight in a good part of town and he insists on standing out there with you. ‘Just in case’ If he even lets you out of the car in the first place.
- AND OFF THAT POINT. I think once he’s decided that he’s actually fond of you, it goes from zero to a hundred so fast it makes your head spin.
Like the last time you spoke, it was still unclear on if you were keeping things casual or not and now you’re at dinner and the waiter just asked him if the two of you wanted dessert and Simon just grunts “dunno. Ask the missus.” ??? He sucks so bad I NEED him.
- As much as I love an overly possessive and jealous Simon, I saw this tweet that said “My girlfriend can wear what she wants because she’s a hoe and I knew that before we started dating” and it changed my life.
He’s secure enough not to need to cause a scene if someone makes a pass on you in public. He understands that you’re attractive and that other people are bound to find you attractive too. (Not that he doesn’t still want to pull their fingernails out one by one, threatening them and everything they love for daring to exist near you. He’s just got better control over himself than that. King.)
He knows he’s better than any of your other options. Nobody else could keep you as safe as he could. They don’t know the world like he does. They don’t know how breakable you are. How sweet and naive you can be.
Not to say he isn’t overly jealous and possessive, he just won’t pitch a fit in public.
LIKE dragging him to the bar with your friends and he sits at the table with all of your drinks. Him watching you dancing out of the corner of his eye, seeing some prat come up and grab your ass in passing. Or a group of guys dancing with your friends getting a little *too* close to you for his liking. He doesn’t do anything while the two of you are out- not wanting to ruin your fun. But that night after you’ve gotten back to his flat (He insisted. Closer to the bar. Uber was cheaper.) and he’s tearing your miniskirt off like it’s personally offended him. He’ll be a little rougher. A little more liberal with the marks his mouth leaves on your collarbones and inner thighs. His strong hands will grab at the fat of your hips a little harder than he should- leaving bruises where his fingers dug in. He’ll lean over you while you’re split open with his length, snarling down at you. “Had everyone’s attention tonight, didn’t you, pet?“ “You like havin’ eyes on you?” “Greedy fuckin’ slag.” “Can’t appreciate what you have.” “Need a reminder of who you’ve got to impress.” Maybe he’ll take you in front of a mirror, massive hand fixed on your jaw. Jerking your face up so you have to look at yourself being ruined by him. How pretty and slutty you look when your makeup is ruined by the tears he’s fucking out of you.
- He calls you ‘bird’ or ‘pet’ more often than anything else. A little on the nose for how he treats you. Like you’re some small, frail thing that can’t go a day without him. Stripped of your natural survival instincts and instead leaning on him for support and comfort and food and shelter. Just how he likes it.
GOD he’s a fucking freak. Gross and mean and fucked in the head. Makes my stomach hurt. I hate him. I wish I was schizophrenic so I could vividly hallucinate him.
#simon ghost riley#cod mw2#call of duty#simon riley smut#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#simon riley#ghost cod#ghost mw2#ghost x reader#cod x reader#call of duty smut#cod smut#141 headcanons#headcanon#drabble
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Hi! What are your favorite Wenclair fics?👀
I’m so glad you asked and I’m about to be so extra.
This fandom is beyond talented and I have many favourites. So I might as well make this an official Prefer-to-be-vilified Wenclair Fic Rec Masterlist… post (name could use some work but you get the idea).
I’m going to try to remember/link all my favourites but I’ll probably (definitely) forget some. And also I obviously haven’t read every Wenclair fic out there, my ‘to-read’ list is intimidatingly long and personal preferences are going to play a part in the fics I have included. But if I’ve missed some hidden gems please let me know!
Under the cut because this got long…
One-Shots/Short Chapter Fics:
the Witch & the Wyld by ohHOLYmoves - Long one-shot, Wednesday’s a witch who lives in the woods, Enid’s a werewolf stuck in her wolf form, need I say more?
Reset by Eggplant_Crusader - The OG. Probably the first fic read by a good portion of this fandom. Short, sweet, what the miscommunication trope is supposed to be.
her heart is a bird on a spit in her chest by lensbian_dykely - Long one-shot, Wednesday tells her parents that her and Enid are together without informing Enid.
What does he have that I don’t? by kofeew_milkk - Jealous Enid meets Werewolf instincts.
hello there, it’s me, the bull in the china shop by bogteats - Established Wenclair, 5+1 fic leading up to their first time.
I Think I Love You by tawen - Enid gets dosed with truth serum, Enid’s in love with Wednesday…
I Can Hear Your Heartbeat by LesbihonestGuys - Wednesday is a simp coming to terms with being in love and she’s real mad about it.
sandbox love by hanjisgirlfriend - Childhood friends falling in love.
gifts from a cat by Rennajade - Wednesday being a weirdo.
She’s my mate, Yoko! by lovely_shadow_minx - Enid realises Wednesday’s her mate and freaks out about it.
i tend to handle things usually by myself and i can’t ever seem to try and ask for help by Charlie_Balle - Wednesday’s actually allergic to colour.
The Art of Courting by Athems - Wednesday tries to court Enid but Enid thinks she’s threatening her.
Please (Just This Once) by whitebeltwriter - Wednesday trying to prevent a vision and the very emotional aftermath.
Wednesday Finds a Puppy by whitebeltwriter - Wednesday finds a random puppy in the woods and thinks it’s Enid… it’s not Enid.
Are You Going To Claim Your Prize? by wintersdume - The furs make a bet over who can get Wednesday’s number, Enid gets jealous.
It’s the Uniform, Isn’t it? by wintersdume - Enid plays baseballs, Wednesday gay panics.
Mobile Etiquette by Axinite25 - Wednesday not understanding the nuisances of teenage dating/friendship.
fuel the pyre of your enemies by heliamphoria - Wenclair meet cute while committing crimes.
Scrapped Scenes by MomochiZoey - Enid’s nosy and discovers that Wednesday’s self insert Viper now has a blonde love interest.
Premonition’s Embrace by whitebeltwriter - Wednesday has a vision that forces her to admit her feelings for Enid.
if she grabs for your hand (she might want a kiss) by ipretendtobesane - Short love confession, adorable.
Stormy Weather by SspiltDecision - Wednesday’s scared of thunder, Enid helps her.
don’t talk to me or my scary goth gf ever again by Kybee1497 - Protective (slightly feral) Enid and Xavier not taking a hint.
Complete Long Fics:
Terms of Endearment by Calchexxis - AU future fic/they didn’t meet at Nevermore, Enid goes to the Addams family for help after being kicked out of her pack for not being able to wolf-out but Wednesday’s the only one home, Wednesday has visions every time they touch about different versions of them/their ancestors throughout history, SIMPING, the worlds gayest mystery, I’ve read it several times and it always hits.
Forged in Blood by RiseAboveTheAshes_203 - Post season 1, I don’t know how to describe it other than angsty devotion, if for some insane reason you haven’t read this fic do it now.
The San Francisco Incident by Apeoflight - AU future fic/they don’t meet at Nevermore, Omegaverse, Werewolf mates, falling in love, real smutty, what’s not to love?
the nature of idiosyncrasies by bogteats - One of the fics I managed to catch early on and I was OBSESSED, AU, future fic, they weren’t friends at Nevermore but Enid had a crush, Omegaverse, their dynamic in this is to die for, angsty, smutty, a real and honest portrayal of not only Wenclair but people and love in general, read it, that was a threat, if you already have read it again.
raven in the den, wolf in the nest by Barbara_Lazuli - Canon divergence, fake dating to annoy Esther Sinclair, full honesty I read this awhile ago so I’m not 100% certain what happens but I remember enjoying it, might need to do a re-read.
black marked sun by chasinghours - AU college/university, Wednesday’s Yoko and Bianca’s roommate and Enid becomes infatuated, very cute, a little angsty but nothing crazy, shy Wednesday??? if I remember correctly, gay pining, we love to see it.
Purgatory Would Be Beautiful With You by EmilyWritesStuff - In universe, WEREWOLF MATES (aka the best Wenclair trope), fun and easy read, each chapter is like a slice of their life as mates.
Dance With Wolves by wolfwars - Fake dating BUT Wednesday doesn’t realise that it’s fake (because Enid was vague af), Enid’s pining, Wednesday’s confused, great idea and really well executed.
You Are my Moon by Bee-nut - Fake dating except Wednesday commits to the bit so hard she ends up facing off against Enid’s family aka a pack of werewolves in various dangerous challenges in order to win Enid’s hand, great idea, loved every minute of it.
Old Wounds by Sharpen_your_hatchet - Wenclair reunite years after graduation, less falling in love more realising they were always in love and coming to terms with that, sweet and easy read.
So This Is Love by LoriLoud - Unhinged Murderous Wenclair… no further explanation needed.
La Petite Mort by Apeoflight AND Wednesday’s Pet by Apeoflight - Smut, they’re both smut fics, I cannot remember which was which plot wise, but same author, they’re both really good and with a good helping of falling in love, yearning, denial of feelings, miscommunication, angst… all the good stuff.
Vortex by ALotOfConfusion - Need a refresher but childhood friends to lovers, little Wednesday wants to study werewolves and I remember enjoying it.
Puppy Love by Vaniloqu3nce - Enid’s wolf starts talking to her after recognising Wednesday as their mate, havoc follows, great read.
yours, eurydice by hanjisgirlfriend - AU, future fic, they never met at Nevermore, Wednesday’s a writer, Enid’s an actress, they live across the hall from each other, they write each other love letters and fall in love, cute af, a little angsty but not too heavy, definitely a must read.
It’s hard to espresso my feelings for you by SquishiestRose - Coffee shop AU, Wednesday works at the Weathervane and she has it BAD, the platonic Wyler this world needs, a little angsty but nothing crazy, cute, fun read.
Spell It Out by forgot_my_art - A spell gone wrong leads to both a misunderstanding and an accidental proposal… I mean it’s Wenclair, of course it did, fun read.
A raven’s dream of wolf by tokyocorgi - AU future fic/they never met at Nevermore, Wednesday’s sex dreams are also prophecy’s of her future, we love to see it.
All That’s Best of Dark and Bright by Porcie - Wednesday runs from her feelings post season 1, they reunite years later, Wednesday has a vision that forces her to stay in Enid’s life and by extension forces her to confront her feelings, they’re in love the entire time while pretending they aren’t, almost soulmate-ish, a bit angsty, but a fun read.
On-Going Long Fics:
[friendly reminder to read in-progress fic as a way to encourage and support our talented writers]
I’d Eat the Sun Just to Feel Your Warmth in my Bones by MsMio - AU college/university, I still need to catch up but ANGST, childhood friends, a very interesting take on the Addams family curse, Wednesday suffers from chronic pain, a good sad read but a hopeful one.
our immeasurable ties that bind by bogteats - Fantasy type AU, some very interesting world building, Enid wakes up pregnant with no idea who she is, where she is, or how she got there, super excited to see where this goes.
Blood and Shadows by DarkVisitors - Historical AU, western vibes, angst, horny gay yearning, a vague line in the summary that alludes to them being forced to marry at gun point but it hasn’t happened yet, I am beyond invested.
A Kidnapping By Any Other Name by RavenMoon33 - Wednesday “kidnaps” Enid to spend the break with her at the Addams Estate, I’m still catching up but Wenclair antics meets Addams Family antics, Wednesday’s having visions, there’s a mystery afoot and it’s linked to Wednesday’s ancestors. I might try to squeeze in another chapter later today actually 👀 (I didn’t read the OG so no spoilers!)
Whatever This Is… by CautiouslyPessimistic - A NEW FAKE DATING AU! In universe, takes place at Nevermore, only 2 chapters so far, but well written and I’m excited to see more.
Well… That’s Knew by Chaos_of_the_valkyries - Post season 1, Enid presents as a werewolf alpha and your honour they’re mates, protective Enid, Wednesday going soft, apparently I’ve missed the last two updates??? A crime, I will be rectifying that asap.
The Bite that Binds, the Gift that Gives by TieDyeKing - Historical Fantasy-ish AU, Wenclair arranged marriage, immediate connection but they’re being cautious/don’t trust each other, beautiful imagery/world building, an intriguing plot, Esther Sinclair being Esther Sinclair (aka causing problems), only a few chapters but one of my favourites since forever ago, in love with this fic and you should be too.
Symbiotic Relationship by SquishiestRose - AU future fic/they don’t meet at Nevermore, Enid gets kicked out of her pack and ends up desperate enough that she accepts a job working as the live in servant of a woman she’s pretty sure is going to kill her (hint: it’s just Wednesday being her normal off putting self), I’m a sucker for future fics with a very isolated and lonely Wednesday learning to fall in love and this is that.
#this just took me so fucking long to do holy shit#I had stuff to do today#worth it though#wednesday#wenclair#wednesday addams#enid sinclair#enid x wednesday#wednesday netflix#wednesday 2022#wenclair fic#wenclair fic rec#wenclair fanfic#wenclair fanfiction#asks#ptbv
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Beautiful Brown Eyes.
Jenna Ortega x Female Reader
Summary: Just some cuddles
Warnings: Fluff, cutesy stuff, that’s all
Words: 560
A/N: dis my first fic so give some pointers if needed 😔 also I was eating mac n cheese writing this.
It was a beautiful morning, the sun was shining through the window, birds chirping outside, and a gentle breeze blowing through the curtains. I slowly opened my eyes, feeling warm and content. As I turned over, I saw her lying next to me, her peaceful face illuminated by the soft morning light.
Jenna, with her beautiful brown eyes and hair, was the love of my life. We had been together for almost two years now, and every day felt like a dream come true. She was kind, compassionate, and always put others before herself. I couldn't imagine my life without her.
As I snuggled closer to her, I could feel her arm wrap around me, pulling me in closer. I smiled, feeling her warmth against my skin. Jenna was always the big spoon, and I loved being the little spoon, feeling protected and loved in her arms.
We had a lazy morning ahead of us, with no plans or obligations. It was just going to be the two of us, spending quality time together. And I couldn't be happier.
As we lay there, I thought back to how we met. It was a chance encounter at a coffee shop, where she accidentally spilled her drink all over me. Instead of getting angry, she apologized profusely and insisted on buying me a new drink. We ended up talking for hours, and by the end of the night, I knew she was someone special.
Our relationship had its ups and downs, like any other, but we always worked through it together. And every day, I fell more in love with her.
Jenna stirred, her eyes fluttering open. She smiled when she saw me, and I couldn't help but smile back. 'Good morning, beautiful,' she said, her voice soft and filled with love.
'Good morning,' I replied, snuggling closer to her.
We lay there for a while, just enjoying each other's company, before getting up to make breakfast. Jenna was an amazing cook, and I loved watching her move around the kitchen, her hair falling in her face as she concentrated on making the perfect pancakes.
As we ate breakfast, we talked about our plans for the day. Jenna suggested a picnic in the park, and I immediately agreed. We quickly finished our food, eager to start our day together.
The park was filled with people, but Jenna and I found a secluded spot under a tree. We spread out a blanket and sat down, enjoying the warm sun on our skin. Jenna packed a delicious lunch, and we spent the afternoon talking, laughing, and cuddling.
As the sun began to set, we lay on the blanket, watching the sky turn different shades of pink and orange. Jenna's arms were wrapped around me, and I felt like I was in the safest place in the world.
'I love you, Y/N,' Jenna whispered, her lips brushing against my ear.
'I love you too, Jenna,' I replied, turning to face her and placing a soft kiss on her lips.
We stayed in that position for a while, just enjoying each other's company, until it was time to head back home. As we walked hand in hand, I knew that I had found my soulmate in Jenna. And I couldn't wait to spend the rest of my life with her, cuddled up in her arms.
Gay ass shit ngl
#jenna ortega#jenna ortega x reader#jenna ortega x y/n#jenna ortega x you#tara carpenter#tara carpenter x reader#tara carpenter x you#tara carpenter x y/n#tara carpenter x female reader#jenna ortega x female reader
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SHIPPING TOURNAMENT RUNOFF
These two were within four votes of each other. At this point in the tournament, it seemed smart to me to do a quick runoff to see who continues. If this ties again, or gets that close, they'll both continue to the next round, facing off against the HNOC trio. Round 4 will come out tomorrow.
Propaganda:
Tim/Bertie:
The entire “Tim Goes Mad” section of GTVTMK. Tim looses it because his best friend dies and goes on a murderous rampage. Also that one art that Reegis made of the younger version of the two of them.
gay moon bitches fr
Gptvstmk
*blows up the moon for you*
#TimBertie are literally so stuckycoded ngl#ITS ABOUT THE DEVOTION ABOUT CHILDHOOD FRIENDS GONE TO WAR ITS ABOUT THE VIOLENCE OF TRAGIC LOSS#ITS ABOUT GRIEF AND THE WAY IT HURTS YOU SO YOU EXTERNALIZE THAT HURT TO THE ONES WHO TOOK YOUR LOVED ONE#HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT MOON KAISER IM PISSING ON THE MOON YOU IDIOT!!!#im normal about timbertie (tags via @watermelonselfship)
Prison Mechs And Lyf:
One, LOOK AT THEM!!! THEY FIT TOGETHER SO WELL AND GIRBIFJRJE AHHHHHH. Like, prison mechs is good, wonderful we love it, Violinspector is wonderful, idiots in love. Put the two TOGETEHR!! perfect ship, 20/10 it's canon to me. They love Lyf so much and Lyf loves them too but they are so annoyed at them all the time in that "gods damnit. I love you three but please for the love of the gods stop." Also the idea of Marius, Raph, n Ivy trying to woo Lyf while they are still an Inspector is so silly cause I can see it working everytime but they CANT DO SHIT ABOUT IT and girbgijrjr. And if you give me a moment to indulge in my own brand of insanity that is creature mechs, them calling Lyf "pretty bird" cause it flutters them every time. It used to work on Raph but doesn't anymore cause she's used to it and tiehfjrhjfjrj. I'm not normal about them lol
violinspecter: the stars claim them fanfictoon. more people added for more cool relationships and stuff, also i love the prison mechs
if you don’t ship it have you even listened to expert testimony????
Think about them. Just think about them. Words are not wording but oh my god think about them. You want fic recs? I can give you fic recs. Please they are so special to me.
prison mechs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! lyf!!!!!! what more is there to say
#AHHHHHH GC I C B DGHTHH#THEM THEM THEM THEM THEM-#SAVE ME PRISON MECHS AND LYF#PRISON MECHS AND LYF#PRISON MECHS AND LYF SAVE ME (tags via @analog-cottage-gore)
Pulling out the big guns (my own writing): https://archiveofourown.org/works/51576148 (via @moons-br)
#Mechs ships tournament#the mechs#the mechanisms#shipping round 3.5#tournament poll#spumblr#lyfrassir edda#marius von raum#raphaella la cognizi#ivy alexandria#gunpowder tim#bertie the mechanisms
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heartstringduet's fall reads. 🍂
(this list by no means is encompassing all the wonderful fics I read and that deserve everyone's thoughtful comments. I will do more lists soon though. You peeps are so amazing 😭.)
Currently WIPs 💕
i closed my eyes inside of your darkness (and found your glow) by falloutmars
S: After losing his mom and moving states, TK finds comfort in a stranger who may need the comfort just as much. A story of loss, love, and learning to live again.
I love how careful and tender the different ways of coping with grief are portrayed. Plus, Andrea runs a café, Carlos runs a book club and TK finds his way into being a paramedic.
You Keep Coming Back With A Bird In Your Teeth by vaguenotion
S: When a gesture of goodwill is misinterpreted, a patient begins to develop a dangerous attachment to TK. The whole point of the job is to save patients, not to have to be saved FROM them.
what can I say but that I chew my arm off each time this is updated. Absolutely love the characterizations, the dialogues and the goddamn tension.
your gentle hands are stained with the blood of anothers by @birdclowns
S: Denton Miller was Carlos' first case after being promoted to detective. The serial killer has escaped, throwing Carlos and his loved ones into his game as the next unwilling participants. The stakes are impossibly higher and the rules have changed - it's his husband on the other side of the screen.
Such a sucker for a kidnapping story and a cat-and-mouse game and Jasper masterfully strikes a line between scary and intimate i language and plot.
see a friend (see a ghost) by @ambiguouspenny
S: TK would always come home to him. It was a dinner table promise wrapped in explicit truth; a vow Carlos would bet his life on. A choice made at the edge of tragedy leaves Carlos living in the aftermath. TK tries to make it right.
Weeping, letting the vivid details and the mystery and punchy dialogue keep me up at night.
Where All This Love Comes From by @carlos-in-glasses
S: Six months after Gabriel Reyes’ death, TK grows concerned about Carlos’ drinking and brings him to a meeting at the Y. TK reflects on meeting Carlos after years of addiction and self-destruction, while Carlos has continued to seek closure by uncovering two unknowns: The identity of his father’s killer, and how his father truly felt about Carlos as his son.
I recommend anyyything cig writes, because I'm hopelessly devoted to her writing. Anything I read by her is nuanced, poetic, so insightful and heart-wrenching. This only has one chapter but a dialogue that punched me right in the heart.
a long time ago (we used to be friends) by @welcometololaland
S: The exes to lovers, college sweethearts, murder mystery fic where the motto is: be gay, solve crime.
I can always count on anything Lola writes to make me laugh and to have me in the throws and woes of my emotions. And this one is one of my favorites of her because I love how she writes them finding their way back into each others life.
Teach You How Forever Feels by @three-drink-amy
S: TK is left with custody of his five-year-old brother, Jonah. With Owen's encouragement, TK moves to Austin for a fresh start, questioning every move he makes as he's thrust into the role of parenthood. But it all leads him to Jonah's new school where he meets Carlos Reyes, the kindergarten teacher.
It reads like a warm hug to see TK growing into the role of a parental figure and Carlos be a teacher and read both of them so gone over the other.
Finished Stories 💗
for if i'm going down, i'm taking you with me by @mooshkat and @thebumblecee
S: For years now, the rivalry between the Reyes and Strand families has run strong. Since they were young, Carlos and TK have been warned to stay away from the other family and never trust each other, but what happens when a job forces them together?
Two contract killers in an enemy-to-lovers scenario? Absolutely loved the journey of this (and the hot smut scenes let's be honest)
The Knave of Hearts . . . brought back the tarts by @liminalmemories21
S: TK exhales and picks up his glass. “The mind boggles. What did Matt want?” “Wanted to ask if I’d heard any rumors about a new art thief nosing around town for targets.”
This entire universe of art lover (and former art thief) TK and detective Carlos is so intricate and never forgets to highlight their love even in in well-constructed plot!
to build a home by @freneticfloetry
S: Twenty-five years of chasing hope and happiness and the place where he belongs. Or: Carlos begins, and ends, and begins again, until he gets it right.
My heart? Gone. This fic took it and ran with it. Seriously, one of the best character deep-dives I've ever read.
Under A Star Spell by @orchidscript
S: In which Carlos practices folk magic and TK, needing to rekindle something, finds himself on his doorstep. In which two people cross-paths, hope for one thing, and find something else altogether thanks to coffee, vanilla, hyssop, and mint.
The descriptions of Carlos practicing magic is seriously making me weep with jealousy. And the growing love between them in this and the sequel is magic itself.
When I’m Like This by @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut
S: TK Strand hasn’t known Carlos Reyes for very long. He’s slept with him, run out on his attempt at getting to know him better, and been processed by him after an arrest. Despite all of that, TK can’t get over Carlos. When TK gets bad news at an NA meeting, he quickly starts to spiral, and there’s only one person he feels safe enough to run to.
The absolute tenderness of this and the rawness of emotions just rubs me open in the best way on each re-read.
Love From the Other Side by @lightningboltreader
S: It's Exes to Lovers in One Bed! After two years apart, TK & Carlos find themselves face to face at a three-day training event for Texas first responders. Flirting leads to passion, then misunderstanding and ultimately the heart to heart they've each been craving.
The exes in a single bed fic we all need in our life! This has so much tension and made me so emotional at the same time.
Sunshine On My Body, Rainbows Bloomin' In My Skies by @lemonlyman-dotcom
S: After Carlos’s bold claim about hiking the Great Wall, TK reveals he’d been an avid hiker before moving to Austin. TK & Carlos go for their first hike together, and maybe learn some new things about each other along the way.
Such a beautifully written, funny and heartfelt story that feels like you're overgrown with ivy and the feeeels.
A Helping Hand by @rmd-writes
S: When TK’s bathroom sink is flooding and he needs help, pronto, he turns to Grindr to find someone close by. But what happens when the best one night stand of his life walks in the door? Or, the Grindr meet-cute AU
I can always count on Rae to give me grade-a smut with a heap of unbound joy and this is no exception.
29 going 30 by @alrightbuckaroo
S: During a trip to New York City to celebrate TK turning 30, TK and Carlos stumble upon a list of things TK always wanted to do before he turned 30, all of them being references to romantic comedies he loved so much growing up.
Just a biiiig old love letter to both TK and Carlos, to New York and to turning older and making your old wished come true.
The night before Halloween by @ladytessa74
S: Carlos and TK have faced many fears in their lives. But has that prepared them for everything? As they get ready to celebrate Halloween with five year old Elijah, monsters lurk in the shadows. The only way to overcome fear is to face it.
Tarlos as parents aren't always for me but Tessa has changed my mind! Plus, a little spooky and wonderuflly plotted halloween story never hurt anybody - or would it?
come what may, I'll still stay by @strandnreyes
S: Nearly one year into their marriage and TK finds that life looks a little different these days with Carlos working as a detective. He knows change happens, but when the missed dinners start to pile up and the change begins to feel like too much change, TK struggles with how to remind Carlos that life exists beyond his badge.
One of my all time favorites by Jen which is saying a LOT with how many she has blessed us with.
The Firehouse by @paperstorm
S: In 2002, TK and Carlos meet in a third grade classroom in Manhattan. 21 years later they meet again, at a nightclub in Austin called The Firehouse.
Split between their friendship in childhood and the path that should set them up as enemies, this is such a beautiful story of kinship and eternal love to me. I just adore how Andie writes TK and Carlos - in love in any and all universes.
#tarlos#tarlos fic rec#tarlos fic rec list#911 lone star#911 lone star fic#michelle stans fics#hope it's okay I shortened some of the longer summaries!!#you are all so wonderful#ahh#and tumblr? your formating SUCKS SO BAD OMG
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This post will be updated with every new section of fic that I write in this series. Warnings are at the beginning of each section:
Absolute Smokeshow (Rhea Ripley x lady!reader)
Summary: You meet the famous Rhea Ripley over a joint and she confides in you about her relationship issues. What starts as one night getting baked together turns into a series of stoner adventures as the two of you grow closer.
Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/723336948425637888/absolute-smokeshow-part-1-i-wanna-take-you-to
Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/723407742373609472/absolute-smokeshow-part-2-i-call-shotgun
Part 3: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/723477939705053184/absolute-smokeshow-part-3-when-the-bong
Part 4: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/723507333951635456/absolute-smokeshow-part-4-the-judgement-gay
Part 5: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/723568609784397824/absolute-smokeshow-part-5-stoner-i-hardly
Part 6: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/723670163896041472/absolute-smokeshow-part-6-expectations
Part 7: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/723788903309590528/absolute-smokeshow-part-7-getting-two-birds
Part 8: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/723938078244388864/absolute-smokeshow-part-8-this-is-my
Part 9: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/724059595674402816/absolute-smokeshow-part-9-gone-with-the
Part 10: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/724223036882141185/absolute-smokeshow-part-10-eat-sleep
Part 11: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/724314822103138304/absolute-smokeshow-part-11-of-carry-on
Part 12: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/724400027571765248/absolute-smokeshow-part-12-of-eradic-ate-her
Part 13: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/724485023768657920/absolute-smokeshow-part-13-seeing-green
Part 14: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/724574449609949184/absolute-smokeshow-part-14-of-take-charge
Part 15: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/724674001363959808/absolute-smokeshow-part-15-of-toy-with-me
Part 16: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/724763907433152512/absolute-smokeshow-part-16-of-you-shouldnt
Part 17: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/724852734001594368/absolute-smokeshow-part-17-of-the-rhea-ripley
Part 18: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/724944642506899456/absolute-smokeshow-part-18-of-smoke-you
Part 19: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/725030621697769472/absolute-smokeshow-part-19-of-feeling-of
Part 20: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/725124145271209984/absolute-smokeshow-part-20-of-get-your-motor
Part 21: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/725306303714656256/absolute-smokeshow-part-21-of-food-for
Part 22: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/725395735079731200/absolute-smokeshow-part-22-of-lesson-in
Part 23: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/725486712984354816/absolute-smokeshow-part-23-of-give-me-the
Part 24: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/725590484384399360/absolute-smokeshow-part-24-of-come-but-dont
Part 25: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/725676893863559168/absolute-smokeshow-part-25-of-smoke-and
Part 26: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/725846266955907072/absolute-smokeshow-part-26-of-kiss-the-cook
Part 27: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/725947345571840000/absolute-smokeshow-part-27-of-shower-head
Part 28: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/726124267436146688/absolute-smokeshow-part-28-of-siren-song
Part 29: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/726219197322035200/absolute-smokeshow-part-29-of-good-bi-for
Part 30: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/726390406330335232/absolute-smokeshow-part-30-of-remote-control
Part 31: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/726585802673520640/absolute-smokeshow-part-31-of-meet-and-greet
Part 32: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/726763089141334016/absolute-smokeshow-part-32-of-backstage-rage
Part 33: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/726849791962857472/absolute-smokeshow-part-33-of-riddle-me-this
Part 34: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/726951020085870592/absolute-smokeshow-part-34-of-worry-less-liv
Part 35: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/727046469651234816/absolute-smokeshow-part-35-of-this-is-my
Part 36: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/727213741446496256/absolute-smokeshow-part-36-of-fight-or-flight
Part 37: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/727406121467445248/absolute-smokeshow-part-37-of-let-me-talk-to
Part 38: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/727498106085720064/absolute-smokeshow-part-38-of-dynamic-shift
Part 39: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/727672324530307072/absolute-smokeshow-part-39-of-you-rhe-and
Part 40: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/727857409128906752/absolute-smokeshow-part-40-of
Part 41: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/728042101581987840/absolute-smokeshow-part-41-of-say-it-with
Part 42: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/728204855475355648/absolute-smokeshow-part-42-of-living-the
Part 43: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/728399509027209216/absolute-smokeshow-part-43-of-rhremind-me
Part 44: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/728674790535282688/absolute-smokeshow-part-44-of-definitely-a
Part 45: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/728847264169246720/absolute-smokeshow-part-45-of-five-is-company
Part 46: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/729116478018895872/absolute-smokeshow-part-46-of-tjd-telenovela
Part 47: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/729400662195093504/absolute-smokeshow-part-47-of-a-dish-best
Part 48: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/729576237256851456/absolute-smokeshow-part-48-of-in-the-hot-box
Part 49: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/729763158660677632/absolute-smokeshow-part-49-of-once-you-reach
Part 50: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/729946450790858752/absolute-smokeshow-part-50-of-the-other-side
Part 51: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/730125705350873088/absolute-smokeshow-part-51-of-a-prince-and
Part 52: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/730308673200635904/absolute-smokeshow-part-52-of-vibe-together
Part 53: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/731576713346154496/absolute-smokeshow-part-53-shot-lime-salt
Part 54: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/731757195338940416/absolute-smokeshow-part-54-of-mari-wanna
Part 55: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/732030186745380864/absolute-smokeshow-part-55-of-good-things
Part 56: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/733061976424579073/absolute-smokeshow-part-56-of-to-those-who
Part 57: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/734736674013216769/absolute-smokeshow-part-57-of-watch-yourself
Part 58: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/736463321332695040/absolute-smokeshow-part-58-lay-per-view
Part 59: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/737454875568373760/absolute-smokeshow-part-59-pillow-talk-lullaby
Part 60: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/739450765767262208/absolute-smokeshow-part-60-of-working-out
Part 61: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/740272776638840832/absolute-smokeshow-part-61-of-sending-a
Part 62: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/741216784194076672/absolute-smokeshow-part-62-of-heart-and-sol
Part 63: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/742886924340117504/absolute-smokeshow-part-63-of-the-best
Part 64: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/743266675618627584/absolute-smokeshow-part-64-of-love-sex
Part 65: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/743448467962232832/absolute-smokeshow-part-65-of-dear-in
Part 66: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/745066924461981696/absolute-smokeshow-part-66-of-lightweight
Part 67: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/745351337736290304/absolute-smokeshow-part-67-of-flirty-dom
Part 68: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/745964765993648128/absolute-smokeshow-part-68-of-face-promo
Part 69: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/747780042875125760/absolute-smokeshow-part-69-of-r-d-me
Part 70: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/748406942351982592/absolute-smokeshow-part-70-of-demons-in-her
Part 71: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/748965042676006912/absolute-smokeshow-part-71-of-news-to-me
Part 72: Coming soon!
#wwe fanfiction#rhea ripley#rhea ripley x reader#rhea ripley x dominik mysterio#the judgement day#stoner fic#weed#lady!reader#specialinterestshows presents#absolute smokeshow#my edits
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One Direction fics that made me cry as requested in this ask. If these fics make you cry, don't say I didn't warn you and direct all crying to the comments for these amazing writers. lol. You can find my other fic recs here. Happy (??) reading!
LARRY
Light, Spark and Fire by green_feelings / @greenfeelings
(E, 239k, a/b/o) If he sustains that lifestyle by getting paid to help alphas through their rut every now and then, that’s nothing to be hung up on. Until he’s hired by an alpha that turns everything upside down.
And Then a Bit by @infinitelymint
(E, 158k, canon) Harry and Louis fake a relationship for publicity. Eventually it becomes a lot less fake and a lot more real
Wear It Like A Crown by @zarah5
(E, 141k, royal au) As part of a team of fixers hired to handle a gay scandal in Buckingham Palace, Louis expects Prince Harry to be a lot of things—most notably a royally spoilt brat.
Love Is A Rebellious Bird by @100percentsassy, gloria_andrews / @gloriaandrews
(E, 134k, symphony au) Louis is the concertmaster of the London Symphony Orchestra, Harry is the New! and Exciting! interim conductor/ex-cello prodigy who "has made Mozart cool again" according to Esquire Magazine (Louis hates him immediately, which is definitely why he internet stalked him in his dark bedroom late at night that one time), and Niall is the best.
Saving Symphony Hall by @helloamhere
(E, 124k, a/b/o) “That’s the attitude,” said Louis, “I’ll tell you tomorrow. Tonight, I need to do some research. Zayn, give me your number. I’m gonna save our symphony.”
I'll Fly Away by @juliusschmidt
(E, 122k, small town) Harry and Louis grew up together in Lake County, Harry with his mom and stepdad in a tiny cottage on Edward’s Lake and Louis in his family’s farmhouse a few minutes down the road. But after high school, Louis stuck around and Harry did not
Nobody shines the way you do by wildestdreams / @butyouneverdo
(E, 115k, fake relationship) Louis pretends to be Harry’s boyfriend to help him win back his douchebag ex-boyfriend, but things don’t go according to plan.
Emperor’s New Clothes by sunsetmog / @magicalrocketships
(E, 92k, exes) Harry’s a pop star and Louis isn’t, and there’s a non-disclosure agreement where there used to be a relationship.
Nothing But You On My Mind by nonsensedarling / @absoloutenonsense
(E, 83k, royal au) Louis Tomlinson is a PR manager hired to improve the image of royal bad-boy Prince Harry Styles.
Feels Like Coming Home by phdmama / @phd-mama
(E, 60k, exes) The last thing Harry Styles expects when he's hanging out at the Someday Cafe in Somerville one rainy October day is for his ex, Louis Tomlinson to walk through the door, but that's exactly what happens.
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) by thedeathchamber / @louehvolution
(E, 55k, secrets) Harry thinks he has good reasons for avoiding relationships. Meeting Louis puts those reasons to the test.
The Second Hand Unwinds by @kingsofeverything
(E, 51k, time travel) When things go wrong and he's sent further back in time than planned, he has no other option than to show up on his ex-boyfriend's doorstep.
where the lights are beautiful by twoshipsdrifting / @polkadotlou
(E, 48k, a/b/o) the accidental bonding a/b/o fic.
take my hand (and my heart and soul) by bananasandboots / @anylessreal
(E, 45k, amnesia au) the one where Harry hasn't spoken to his best friend in sixteen months and can't remember why.
The End Should Be A Good One by bananasandboots / @anylessreal
(E, 43k, exes) the one where Harry loses the love of his life on New Years Eve and finds him again, six months later, ready to open some poorly-stitched wounds.
You Might Want to Marry My Husband by Rearviewdreamer / @all-these-larrythings
(NR, 24k, moving on) When Harry’s husband dies, he asks one thing of him; to find love and happiness again without him.
With These Arms Folded by @taggiecb
(NR, 21k, famous/not famous) Harry Styles is living a peaceful existence in California as a very successful song writer. That is until he receives a curious email one sunny summer morning, and his life almost immediately gets turned upside down by a force that's bigger than any storm he's seen outside his window.
RARE PAIRS
I Had Rather Hear My Dog Bark At A Crow by sunsetmog / @magicalrocketships
(E, 122k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw) Nick and Louis don't like each other, not even a little bit, not even at all.
leave my life outside (or let me in) by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed
(M, 52k, Zayn/Liam) Zayn is a 111 year old demon who is trying to decide his future. Liam is a 17 year old human struggling with his own life
Somebody Hurt You (I Know A Place) by @writcraft
(E, 20k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw) An unexpected encounter brings Nick and Louis together but before they can tell anyone about their relationship an attack on Louis tears them both apart.
Miss Missing You by harriet_vane
(M, 16k, Liam/Louis) Louis wakes up after an accident with a year of memories gone and something not quite right about his relationship with Liam.
#1dficvillage#trackinghome#tracksintheam#hltracks#trackinghappily#1dsource#ficrec#fics that made me cry
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jason todd × m! reader. | home bound.
SUMMARY: In many aspects, Jason still has a long way to go. But at the very least, he knows his loved ones accept him, even when he isn't entirely sure who he is yet.
WARNINGs: physical contact & references to j.oker.
WORD COUNT: 2300+
NOTEs: This is a queer Jason fic. It was originally written for him to be gay, but after finishing it, it can be interrupted in other ways, such as a bi and/or aro-spectrum Jason. This is somewhat based on the experience of having difficulty discovering and accepting oneself. The reader insert is referred to by he/him pronouns, doesn't have any dialogue, and is described with hair in a singular sentence. He's also referred to by the petname, "pretty boy."
Questions of his sexuality popped up every now and then. Half-assed responses only followed when they came from a close friend or even one of his family.
Jason didn't see the need for it. After all, his attention was on the criminals of Gotham; he didn't have the time. Why question something he already thought he was sure of when there are bad guys afoot.
In hindsight, that might've just been an excuse.
Sure, his attraction to women was always a hit or miss; that was normal. Yeah, sure, every relationship he's had with them has either ended with him slowly realizing he liked them better as friends or with them trying to kill him, but that didn't mean anything.
But then the two of you started growing closer over time.
He didn't mean for it to happen, but it was already too late for his scarred heart when he found himself slowly falling for you. Those feelings underneath began to burn the walls he built over his life and left him without a clue as to what to do with them.
Still, he had his fair share of experience. Though flirting wasn't his fortay, and there was no way he was going to rely on advice from his brothers, he tried.
It was all so new, and he didn't want to mess it up, but he nearly did just that. Tried as he might, he was still his father's son.
When it all wasn't going according to plan, he thought the best solution was to start ignoring those feelings, hoping they would fade over time so he wouldn't have to keep being so distracted and nervous around you all the time. Instead, it only made you two drift apart, and he would've continued if not for others' meddling.
Dick tried to be subtle.
Watching the docks from a skyscraper nearby, Jason contemplated rushing into the warehouse just to get away from Dick's constant pacing.
He pulled binoculars from his eyes to look back at his brother. A loud sigh was forced out of him at the sight of him. Dick was balancing on the edge, his arms held as high as the ends of his lips.
"Can you focus?"
With a scoff, he crouched down beside him. He nudged his fist into Jason's shoulder, looking him in the eyes through their masks.
"You should get out more; you're starting to sound like Bruce."
Dick plopped down onto the concrete railing, ignoring the rain that had settled on it.
They could've been up there the whole night, but eventually a car, far too fancy for a regular person in the city to own, pulled up to the warehouse. Jason pushed the other's face away when he tried to steal away the binoculars.
A short man in a well-fitted suit crawled out a moment later, brushing off a guard who tried to help him out.
"Ready to hunt a flightless bird?"
Dick was back on his feet by the time he looked back, stretching his arms side-to-side.
"Oh boy, do I."
Jason ran past him.
The pace he kept up as the two dashed their way down through the buildings below never ceased, and yet Dick still found the time to chat.
"Y'know, I know a girl you'd really like."
Jason had to catch his breath, but Dick ran by him without trouble, flicking him on the helmet and ducking away when he tried to reach for him.
"I could set you two up."
Despite the cold air that was rushing through his lungs, he almost laughed. Pushing past the exhaustion, he made his way over to the other man, who was looking over their city.
"Or a guy."
He didn't look back at Dick as they both stood on the roof.
Eventually, Jason leaned in to nudge his shoulder into his, pointing at the warehouse with his free hand.
"Or—" He stuffed the binoculars into Dick's hands. "You could focus on the mission."
And with that, Jason went ahead without another word, refusing to look back.
Tim and him were no closer than he was with Bruce; their growing bond strained by the multiple attempts Jason made on his brother's life. Small talk wasn't usually on the table.
Jason tried to convince him that it was just something he had to get used to in the vigilante business. Kin hurting kin. Tim wasn't so convinced.
A few days after their previous team-up, Barbara sent him a message. Apparently, she needed more evidence and, thus, needed his help again. Easy said, easy done. What he didn't expect was the company.
Why she gave him coordinates in the first place was lost on him, considering they were going to be meeting in the most obvious place.
He spent more time than he'd like to admit climbing up the clock tower, but that's besides the point. He dropped in through the hatch without any further problems and then stood there in silence.
Something felt off.
Barbara was nowhere to be seen, and just as he was about to search for her, the phone she gave him buzzed in his pockets. A new message was on the screen.
I needed to check in with my dad. I'll be there as soon as I can.
Bzzz.
Don't kill each other.
He took a deep breath, and then the lights came on behind him. Holding up a hand to shield himself from the light, he caught the colors of bright red and black through the space between his fingers.
As his eyes adjusted to the room, there stood Tim, who looked as exhausted as Jason felt. He was leaned up against a bookcase, holding one of Barbara's ridiculous mugs.
They stared at each other until Tim finally said something.
His posture immediately fixed under Jason's gaze, and he set the mug down as he spoke, "Nice to see you again, Red."
Jason looked up at the security cameras. Nope, they were on. Damn.
"Can't say the same. What are you doing here?"
Tim settled his elbow down so his head could lie in his gloved hand.
"Babs asked me to help."
"She tell you I was coming?"
Tim nodded and Jason wanted to wipe off the smile he sent his way.
"Then why didn't she tell me?"
"She thought you wouldn't come."
There were more important things at hand, but his gun was looking rather appealing in the moment. Still, only a deep sigh came as he clawed his hands down the face of his helmet.
"I can put aside how annoying you are to help Gotham."
Tim didn't say anything afterwards, only rolling his eyes. They didn't talk for awhile after that.
Jason occupied himself by digging through the evidence Barbara had put away and slumped into one of the spare chairs nearby. Under a watchful eye, he flipped through the files without a second thought.
Seeing as they were the only living things in the tower, it would be hard not to notice how finicky Tom was being.
In the farthest corner, he made a habit of checking his phone barely every minute, his legs bouncing just as repetitively.
Jason had to hold back a groan when he asked, "What's got you in a hurry?"
He didn't respond at first. Jason braced himself for the awkward silence that would follow.
"I have a date later tonight."
Now there was something interesting. The files were placed back on the desk.
"You? A date?" He almost laughed. "Impossible."
Despite it, a smile grew on Tim's face. His mouth opened without a sound and slammed shut just as quickly. Might as well entertain the kid.
"Who did you get lucky with?"
"Bernard. His name is Bernard."
"Bernard?"
He probably should've been more enthusiastically supportive, but all he could muster was a nod before he went to stroke his chin in thought. When his head dipped to the side, he caught the waiting eyes of his brother.
"Of all the people you could've scored a date with, it had to be a Bernard?"
A pillow, undoubtedly pulled from another chair nearby, was thrown as his head.
Barbara, on the other hand, tried a different approach.
Peering over a cafe, Jason balanced himself on a ledge with a cup held up to his scarred lips. He slid his helmet back on after a big gulp to spare himself from the cold air.
Their mission was nearing its end. A bitter farewell was on the way, but through the static from their coms and the freezing weather, they were able to find joy in the moment.
"So."
On the other side came the sound of a chair being pushed, the wheels creaking as she drew out her response.
His voice, distorted and lowered inside his mask, hummed back.
"So?"
"How about that guy you've been telling me about?"
The coffee sliding down his throat was nearly coughed back out. "What?"
"I just want to hear how he's doing." Her words were followed by laughter. "With the way you talk about him, you make him seem like the greatest person you've ever known."
He simply said it how he saw it, and yet with her, he didn't know what to say.
"He just means a lot to me."
"Of course."
He found himself hoping that was the end of it, but Barbara never relented.
"You should tell him that yourself."
Before he could ask, she continued.
"You know as well as I that Bruce isn't the best at verbalizing his feelings." A pen was being repetitively tapped on her desk. "He tries, but he still holds himself back when it comes down to it."
She heaved a sigh. "We both know the kind of problems that arise with that. So don't take after him in that regard."
"Duly noted."
Jason was able to finish his midnight "lunch" without any further interruption. At most, he was being bombarded with information she was dumping on him as he tried to finish a chicken sandwich. That peace didn't last long.
"You should introduce me to him one day."
He had just about finished crunching up a paper bag when she said that, stuffing it deep into his pockets.
"Maybe we could make it a double date."
And with that, he hopped from his crouched position, wiping his hands in the air.
"You know what, I think it's time I went to check on that hunch."
"Oh, now you do?"
Her laughter followed him down alleyways, and it brought a smile to his face.
As annoying as they could be sometimes, he had to give them credit. They all helped in their own little ways. But as much as he trusted them, he wasn't yet comfortable telling them about his current martial statues.
He knew well the kind of danger he was putting you in just by being around you, but even if word didn't get out, his mind provided more than enough horrific scenarios that could happen.
It wasn't long before he moved in with you. It took some convincing that you'd be safer if he lived with you than across the city.
Returning from a one-man mission, he was gone longer than he thought it would take. Still, it had to be done. The streets of his home were safe, at least for a night.
He dug through the pockets of his jeans, cursing when he kept pulling out trash. Eventually, a key was pulled from the wrappers. The relief he felt was the most he felt all week when a click came from the door. It opened with a creek, and the darkness inside greeted him.
Boxes of his personal possessions were still scattered across the apartment, full of stuff he knew would be better kept with you than in one of his warehouses.
He slammed the door behind him shut. No noise came after that.
We really need a security system.
The promise of rest nearly overtook him as he dropped his bags to the floor, almost falling with them.
Jason's voice rang out against the fragile walls. "Oh, honey, I'm home."
The couch looked comfortable enough, but a bed with his boyfriend persuaded him enough to drag himself down the hall to another closed door. As quietly as he could, he opened it.
He found what he was looking for, back turned and huddled in cloth, as did his paranoia. Jason was by your side in an instant, pulling your face to the side so he could see it through the dark.
In the place of the wide smile or the red he thought would be on that face, all he found was you sleeping soundly.
A hand trembled up the side of your neck until he was grasping your face. He soothed over the patch of black underneath your eye with his thump and then sighed. Maybe he wasn't as over it as he thought.
His eyes fell back to his clothes, littered with drops of blood. He backed away to begin changing out of his suit.
Pulling his shirt over head, he had to make sure not to slip on the pile of clothing surrounding his feet. By the time he looked back up, he was looking back into tired eyes.
He stopped in his tracks and smiled back at you.
With his arms stretched high, he made sure not to raise his voice: "Enjoying the view, pretty boy?"
Before you could leave the bed, Jason was back by your side, pushing away the strands of hair in your face. With his thighs braced on the bed, he leaned down to place a kiss on your head.
"Did I wake you up?"
After your nod, he was crawling into bed. He dug his face into your shoulder, and the smell of his body wash fell over him. Jason began to pull you closer to his fast-paced heart.
"I missed you, too."
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ok ok
twilight family x hybrid youngest brother like reneseme
say bella never got preggo and the boys seen a lot of shit go down, abusive and traumatized past (make it angsty)
he joins after bella, say Alice and jasper find him, take him in and the boys been on the run because hes half yk yk
eventually they get attacked suddenly but the boy uses his own abilities that hes never told anyone abt (like dr. strange magic)
ends up killing them, shocks the cullens
but ofc then the battle comes along, he meets with the wolves and I just need. a fic. where. seth. imprints on a male younger reader. BC OMGICANNOTFINDANY.
anyways that happens and the boy understands
cute gay couple
and if u want to add in the battle go ahead but I just headcanon it as they win they go home the end-
So I realized halfway through that you ment on the run from the Voltouri. And I was tempted to start over but I wanted to finish this version. If you still want a kid on the run from the Voltouri then feel free to send another one in just with different powers and a different character.
Seth didn’t expect to imprint on a vampire. Least of all you. You were four years old but looked eight. Seth flinched at Edward’s curious look,Alice was grinning like a madwoman, Rose’s eye was twitching, Emmett had the biggest shit eating grin in the history of shit eating grins, Bella was confused as all hell, Carlisle was trying to restore order to the gathering of wolves and vampires, Esme was sending motherly smiles to Seth and you. And Jasper was close to a mental breakdown from all the conflicting emotions coming from the group assembled.
Paul and Jared were rolling over, laughing which was a strange sight to see two giant wolves laughing and rolling on the ground. Sam, God bless the poor guy, was trying to restore order with Carlisle while trying to keep the headache away, but given the fact he’d be the one to tell the elders and consul members he wasn’t having much luck. Quill was doing victory laps as he wasn’t the only one to imprint on a kid anymore. Jacob was Glaring back at Rosalie to protect his brother and by God Jake wouldn't let anyone hurt his little brother, blood or not. Leah was plotting how to kill you and every way you could imagine. Embry was glaring and growling at Leah. Who would want to kill a child because their little brother imprinted on said child? Even if that child was a half vampire.
But, we need to back up. We need to examine just how you joined the Cullen family. It’s a sad tale. Your father was a kind vampire. He only fed on willing humans. He was almost as notable as Carlisle but your father stayed off the Volturi’s radar. He was smart, he didn’t want any unwanted attention. Your mother was the exact opposite. She was loud, outgoing and hard to ignore. She was also a woman who appreciated a good drink. This is how your parents met.
Your mother was spending yet another of her nights at her favorite bar when your father walked in. Your father was not a man to sleep around as he was from the eighteenth century but your mother had the arua about her, it also didn’t help that she was wearing a very form fitting dress that showed her curves off and she wasn’t shy about showing her legs either. Given the time your father was raised everything about the way your mother presented himself should have had him running for the hills. Key word: Should’ve. But there was this pull that kept drawing your father to this woman. Soon your father was sitting next to the woman in the revealing dress and soon they got to talking and soon they found themselves in your fathers apartment and soon, well, You don’t need to know what happened after that. Oh don’t worry! You’ll find out once you're old enough for the Birds and the bees talk.
The next morning saw your mother leave your father in his bed without so much as a ‘thank you’. Your mother found out she was pregnant with you about a month after that. She tried to have an abortion but your father showed up to stop her. It’s not that he didn’t believe that abortion was wrong but this was probally his only chance to have a child and it was the thing he wanted most in the world. Your mother agreed on the condition that afterwards she was to have nothing to do with your upbringing. She was a woman who wanted to enjoy her twenties but a child would hinder that. Nine months later saw you coming into the world and your after could not be happier. It was a dream of his to have a child. Your father wanted to be exactly that since before cars were a thing. The moment you were in your fathers arms he swore to protect you till his head was knocked off his shoulders and he was nothing but ashes. Unfortunately that fate met your father sooner than anyone would have preferred.
It was shortly before your second birthday but you already looked like you were three. Your father knew what to expect when it came to your growth and development. It saddened him that you would grow up fast but he knew there was nothing to be done. It was one Hell of a stormy night when there was a knock on the door. You were already asleep so you didn’t get to meet the group of three vampires that visited, James, Victoria and Laurent. You didn’t hear the fight between your father and the other vampires. You knew what a vampire was and you knew you were a half vampire. You didn’t hear the breaking of your father’s neck nor did you smell the burning of his body outside the house. You wouldn’t find out the truth for a year or two.
What you did know was the lady with the red hair said she and the rest of her coven would take care of you after they couldn’t save your father. You didn’t know their true intentions, you didn’t know that Victoria just wanted wanted a slave, you didn’t know that James would give his mate whatever she so disiured, and you sure as hell didn’t know that Laurent was an unwilling partner. In the two years since your kidnapping/enslavement you were beaten every witch way. You were forced to drink from humans and you hated it. It was just before James and the others went to Washington state when you discovered your magic. You weren’t there when James and the others encountered the Cullens. Your abuse got worse when Victoria came back. You had massive scars by the time Victoria sent you and Laurent to kill Bella, though you didn’t know that was the mission. You simply thought that you and Laurent were stopping by forks for a quick hunt on the way to Alaska to join Laurent's new coven.
When it became clear why you were brought along you were disappointed. But Laurent kept a firm grip on your shoulder and led you to the poor girl. You knew that Victoria wanted to get revenge for James’ death but you didn’t think she’d go after the girl who James tried to kill. Most vampires would go for the one that killed their mate. You were brought along to kill Bella from a distance should the girl put up a fight you weren’t going to do that. You weren’t going to kill a girl who was an innocent bystander. Laurent had Bella pinned down and you were about to intervene when howls reached your ears and you forze. Your father had told you stories about the shifters and you, while scared of them, you knew they would smell your human side but would be wary of you because you're a hybrid.
You watched with morbid fascination as the wolves tore Laurent to pieces. You were the one to light Laurent on fire with your magic. You heard his cries for you to help and you worried that if Laurent was given time to heal he’d come after you and you might be able to do magic but you knew you wouldn’t be able to defend yourself from a fully grown, full blooded vampire. But, in killing Laurent you brought attention to yourself from the giant wolves. You took a step back. You were terrified, you knew that your short life would end and the sad thing was, you weren't necessarily saddened by the prospect of your death. You stood still as a large, black wolf stepped closer to you. He got closer and closer till you could feel the breath from the wolf’s snout. You closed your eyes and braced for the teeth. But they never came. But, what did come was a wet wolf nose and tongue licking your cheek. You giggled at the touch and you opened your eyes slowly and you saw all the wolves looking at you with looks of love and understanding.
The wolves stayed for a few minutes until the black one nudged you over to Bella. The wolves gave her a look that said ‘we’ll look for a vampire caregiver for him but until we do please look after him’ Bella looked offended but before she could argue the pack was gone. The girl glared at you as you stared at the ground. You weren’t aware of what Bella told Charlie but the man was a lot like your father and he took care of you while Bella was with Jacob. Speaking of the alpha, he thought of you as a little brother and sometimes he’d insist Bella bring you over when the two would hang out. In fact you were with Jacob when Bella was forced off the cliff. When you all arrived back at Bella’s house.
When Alice saw you her motherly instincts kicked in. She adored you even though she couldn’t see your future. But, that was due to your magic. For some reason you went to Italy with Bella and Alice to save edward. Alice only realized half way through the flight that You could be mistaken for an immortal child and that could lead to major trouble. But, Alice figured that if it was explained that you were a hybrid then any future hybrids wouldn’t be harmed. You liked Alice’s driving. It reminded you of your father. Edward heard your thoughts and knew you were the proper child for Alice and Jasper. You stayed close to Alice. You don’t why but you felt safe with her. You were aware of the glares from the Voltouri guards. As you were brought before the kings you wanted disappear.
The one named Aro was the nicest to you. He waited to see your memories to give judgment. “Amazing, Mother magic has blessed a hybrid. This child is no threat and shall be allowed to live and shall be placed in the care of Alice and her husband.” And that was that and the four of you headed home which was when Alice got Edward to promise her a porsche. You giggled at the thought of being in the fast car again.
Jasper was surprised to meet you but he immediately took the role of your father. Carlisle and Esme took to you like a duck to water and dubbed you as their grandchild. You, of course, loved the idea of grandparents. Rosalie was just as motherly to you as Alice although Rose taught you about cars as opposed to fashion. Emmett was your second dad, especially when Jasper had to be away due to emotional overload and blood lust. Emmett was a teddy bear and never had an issue with cuddling you. He also loved teaching you about sports and you loved it when he called you ‘champ’. Edward was the one to teach you about music. He also kept Bella away from you as he knew what happened from your memories.
When you figured out Victoria was coming after both you and Bella you were more afraid than you’ve ever been in your short four year life. You were brought to the training session just because you were the other one Victoria was after. You were the only one allowed to cross the border and each of the wolves gave you an affectionate lick on your cheek. Then you locked eyes with a wolf with brown fur on top and white on his belly. You knew the pack had expanded in the months you had been with the Cullens. But, the second your eyes met you felt a pull, the pull that was the kind that mates experienced. You didn’t know it but Seth was explaining the same but with imprinting. So while the chaos was happening around the two of you Seth approached you slowly with only Edward, Bella, Carlisle and Sam notice. You looked at the wolf with apprehension. You were friends with the wolfpack but you haven't met Seth, Leah or Quill. So, as far as you knew Seth could be the one wolf who would hurt you. But as soon he was close enough Seth nuzzled his giant wolf body into your side and for some reason you petted the fur and the more you did the more you felt at ease. But, you felt the chaos and arguing around you and felt angry when you heard one particular sentence from Rose.
“You know what? It doesn't even matter. Y/N cant even be alone in the forest anymore. They’ll be mates in name only. We just won’t let Y/N be anywhere the mutt.” You turned your head to the blonde vampire with a glare that shocked everyone in the clearing. You were not a very angry child. You were quiet and reserved and made sure to not anger anyone as to keep yourself from being abused but now? No one would keep you from seth. Vampire or Wolf.
“You will NOT keep me from my mate. And if you try then I’ll leave with the wolves right now and never return to forks.” You saw Alice and Jasper as well as Emmett glare at Rose. they’d finally got their wish to be parentes any god help anyone who tried to get in the way of that. “Sam feels the same. No one will keep the two apart and if anyone tries they will have to deal with the elders.” Edward translated for Sam and Leah backed down a bit but she was still pissed. After the initial argument it was decided that the Cullens would be allowed onto the Reservation with a guard of at least four wolves at all times. You were happy that you could see Seth whenever you wanted.
The days until the attack passed by with a lot happening. You and Seth got to know each other. Seth adored you and made sure you had ANYTHING you needed. Animal blood? You got it. The best muffins or cookies ever? You had an open invitation to Emily and Sam’s house. Over the few weeks till the attack of the newborn army it was decided that Edward, Bella, Jacob, Seth and you would head up into the mountains to try and hide and with two wolves your and Bella’s scents would be hidden.
You always Loved the snow. And to be in a tent with just you and Seth was special. It was late at night as you leaned into Seth’s warm chest. You were trying to stay awake but failing horribly.
‘Why not let yourself sleep, bud?” Seth asked as he tried to keep the amusement from his voice. “Cuz, If they attack overnight, I wanna help.” You couldn’t see the smile on Seth’s face but just know it was huge. “Bud, if we're attacked I’ll wake you up. I promise.” Somehow this convinced you and it wasn’t long till you fell asleep. Seth held you tight the entire night.
The next day Everyone was on edge as they waited for the battle to end. The tension between Jacob, Edward and Bella was thick enough to cut it with a knife. You and Seth just wanted this to end. Seth visablay flinched when the battle began. you leaned into his fur knowing any touch from you would calm him. And you would always make seth Feel better.
It wasn’t long until Riley and Victoria showed up. It all happened so fast that you didn’t realize what had happened until Victoria had you pinned down. You were scared to die this time because you’d be leaving Seth. And that thought gave you a sense of angger that you never had before.
“I should’ve killed you with your no good father.” The redheaded snarled which angered you even more. You pointed your hand at Victoria’s ribs and your eyes glowed gold as you felt the magic pulsed to your hands. This gave you a confidence that you never had and you smirked huge. “Yeah, you probably should have. Now it’s gonna be the death of you.” The shock on Victoria’s face was the greatest reward ever. You see Edward brace himself behind you two and you used your magic to blast Victoria off of you as Seth ran over to you placing himself in front of you and you could hear Jacob ripping Riley to bits. You sent a smile to Seth as he Lowered himself to the ground for you to ride on his back.
The group of you five headed back to the Cullen house and you smiled as Edward ruffled your hair. “You’re very lucky Seth. Y/N is truly magical.” Edward said with a smirk as You, Jacob and Seth groan. You kissed Seth’s wolf forehead. “Bad pun aside, he’s Right Sethie. You're lucky you imprinted on me and I’m lucky you’re my mate.” You said honestly as Seth managed to lick your cheek and you smiled as you fell asleep on Seth's beck and you knew that you would be safe and loved. And your father smiled down on you from whatever afterlife vampires had. And the Cullens would make sure you grew up into someone your father and Seth would be proud of.
#x male! reader#x male reader#male reader#male reader insert#male!reader#twilight x male reader#twilight#twilight x male! reader#male child reader
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SamBucky Summer Bingo 2023 Month 1
The SamBucky Summer Bingo 2023 has had a magnificent start with so many awesome pieces of fanwork! Here's what's been made in the last month, and if you want to see all the information on this ongoing event, click here. Thank you all for participating last month and we're excited to see what else will be made this month!
BEACH
Body Built For Me by @cobrafantasies | Rated: G | WC: 2.2K words | Beach Day, Domestic Fluff, Mutual Pining | AO3 |
Untitled But Awesome Fic by @funsized-loser | Rated: T | WC: 1.7K words | Treasure Hunt, Beach Day, Family Vacation |
CAMP
Hiking by @glittercake | Rated: M | WC: 700 words | Established SamBucky, 1 Million Nicknames, Hiking |
Avian Telepathy by @glittercake | Rated: T | WC: 900 words | "I can take a bear"/"You can't take a bear", Shenanigans, Avian Telepathy |
Stuck in a Tent by @funsized-loser | Rated: N/A | WC: 852 words | Stuck in a Tent, Family Fluff, Getting Together |
DELACROIX
Meanwhile, In the Pantry by @thatmexisaurusrex | Rated: T | WC: 1.5K words | Mission Fic, Crack Treated Seriously, First Kiss | AO3 |
Meanwhile, In the Hallway by @thatmexisaurusrex | Rated: E | WC: 1.4K words | Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Dorks in Love, Free Space | AO3 |
Totally Normal People by @thatmexisaurusrex | Rated: T | WC: 1.3K words | No Powers Modern AU, Meet-Cute, Bonfire | AO3 |
"Come here often?" "You see me here every day." by @thatmexisaurusrex | Art | Sports AU, Rivals to Lovers, Summer Sport |
Sculpt Me Like One Of Your Bird Friends by @thatmexisaurusrex | Rated: M | WC: 2.9K words | Modern No Powers AU, Crack Treated Seriously, Homecoming | AO3 |
Bien Verano/Welcome Summer (English Version) by noe3489 | Rated: G | WC: 1.8K palabras/1.7K words | First Kiss, Friends to Lovers, Bonfire | AO3/AO3 |
"I was in the neighborhood, so..." by @thatmexisaurusrex | Art | Bright, Modern AU Sam Cap, Cat Dads |
every time it rains (you're here in my head) by @thatmexisaurusrex | Rated: M | WC: 9.7K words | Strangers to Lovers, Haunted Houses, High School AU | AO3 |
"Hey, there stranger. Fancy meeting you here." by @thatmexisaurusrex | Art | Childhood Rivals to Lovers, Cookout or Boil, Cute |
PRIDE
Check Yes or No by @sygoflyy | Rated: G | WC: 1.9K words | No Powers Modern AU, Coming Out, First Time | AO3 |
Why do you care? by @siancore | Rated: M | WC: 1K words | Love Confessios, Gay Bar, The Girls Are Fighting | AO3 |
Pride Parade SamBucky by @thesunwillart | Art | Fun, Vibrant, Pride Parade |
Queer But Not Into Bright Colors by @sygoflyy | Rated: T | WC: 2.7K words | No Powers Modern AU, Pride Parade, Non-Graphic Smut | AO3 |
Lookin' At All The Lovin' We Do by @cobrafantasies | Rated: E | WC: 2.2K words | Love Confessions, Bucky Barnes Takes Care of Sam Wilson, Partner to Lovers | AO3 |
Padam by @six2vii | Rated: T | WC: 1.4K words | Canon Divergence, Fluff, Pride Parade | AO3 |
Kiss Me... Before by @sygoflyy | Rated: G | WC: 1.2K words | No Powers Modern AU, Implied Mpreg, Drag Show | AO3 |
Love is Love by noe3489 | Rated: N/A | First Kiss, Pride Parade, Friends to Lovers | AO3 |
Have fun and we look forward to your SamBucky Summer Bingo fics!
- The Mods
#sbsummer2023#sambucky#sam wilson#bucky barnes#sambucky bingo#sambucky fanfic#sambucky art#summer event#mod: thatmexisaurusrex
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A Trip For Two?
The final fic for @lunar-wandering's Monkie Destiny Challenge! I WAS doing 8 prompts per "week", sometimes using both prompts per day and sometimes just one. This one includes:
... a lot fdkjgfdkslj. I was only able to implement a few random ones.
Happy Halloween!
AO3 Link!
“I can't believe you convinced me to do this,” Pigsy said with a grunt, hand held against the wall as he followed it toward their destination through the pitch black darkness.
“I can't believe you agreed to it only the second time I asked,” Tang countered, a soft excited but nervous laugh echoing softly.
To be fair, Pigsy had always wanted to try one of these escape rooms. He just never got around to finding the time or the right one close enough to give it a shot. Why Tang wanted to go to a murder mystery themed one specifically was easy enough, he wanted to give all his recent extra study focus a new target.
He’d been extra focused ever since the incident with Azure, no more cramming at the last second for anything. Granted, he DID change up his method of study from the one that Shifu Subodhi had him work with, but this new one seemed to work better for him in the long run when balancing the rest of his life duties. Heck, he’d even applied himself to helping Pigsy research different methods of cooking ingredients to elevate his noodles even further.
But he’d also been getting antsy. Not just because of any reason related to his studies, though he was getting more and more frustrated with not “having a better fitting challenge” every so often, antsy with all the stuff going on around them. The constant endangerment, new enemies at every corner, new powers he seemed to continue to need to master and experiment. He thought they needed something that Pigsy hadn’t had in decades.
A vacation.
So, of course, Tang figured he could kill two birds with one stone. An escape room meant a challenge he could meet head on. And this one was offering a prize to anyone who could beat it within a certain time limit. One romantic getaway for two in Guilin, where Tang promised to take him to the Yulong river when they win this.
Tang was overwhelmingly positive they would.
Pigsy had… reservations.
“Tang, you know I’ve never been good with riddles,” Pigsy protested with a snorting laugh.
“No, but you ARE good at problem solving in other ways!” Tang boasted as he looked their pamphlet over. “I’ve seen you somehow manage to Tetris in all those ingredients in your supply cabinet for the shop.”
“That’s just work brain.”
“Well your work brain and my school brain may be brilliant enough to solve this challenge and get us that romantic getaway prize.”
Pigsy couldn’t help the soft smile that crept on his face at Tang’s boasting. It was sweet, how much confidence he had in the two of them.
But Pigsy also knew that as brilliant as he knew Tang to be… he also got stuck on the crossword puzzle on the city’s homepage last week. Three letter word for mirthful.
The answer way “gay”.
They were, probably, doomed. But at least this would be fun!
Pigsy chose to believe that as they finally reached the doorway at the end of the hall, Tang eagerly opening the door to allow them inside the main escape room.
The room wasn't terribly big, all things considered. Roughly the size of the entire dining area and kitchen of Pigsy’s, it was styled like a typical western study one might see in a mansion in an American movie. If it was horribly ransacked and clearly burgled, and also meant to look possibly Haunted. If the old stains and spider webs and the creepy doll on a shelf by the exit were any indication.
So Pigsy had to give the Escape Room crew points for detail! Just crowded enough to look realistic, but not so crowded it would make the game too hard to complete at all. But it did make it clear why this room took over the prize time limit to complete for most participants. Even he was a little overwhelmed and wondering where they should start looking in all of the clutter around them.
It didn't take long for them to find the first clue, or to solve it. Ironically, it seemed like this particular one was timed and they just had to wait a moment for the TV to come on to find the next clue. In fact... most of the clues in the room seemed to come easy to them.
Right until the 6th clue, a note in a vase lead them to a riddle on the wall and, quite frankly, it made no sense.
“I made quick work of the mountain chicken to hide my motive.”
Pigsy didn’t know what the hell this clue could have meant. If a mountain chicken wasn’t a chicken… what the fuck was it? Some other kind of bird? A lizard? A salamander?
“It’s a frog,” Tang said confidently.
“How in the world did you know a mountain chicken is a frog?”
“I didn’t,” Tang said with a shrug. “But this reference book fell off the shelf and the bookmarked page was for that frog. It’s probably meant to be a clue for people who don’t know that already, it falling saved us a LOT of time!”
Yeah… just like how the TV coming on via a supposed timer gave them the clue earlier…
Was this game rigged?
... couldn't be.
But, somehow, it was right there. A broken statue of a frog that looked exactly like the Mountain Chicken in Tang's reference book. And hidden inside one of the cracks was a torn slip of newspaper, revealing who Pigsy assumed must have been the culprit and their motive for this little murder mystery.
“Hey Tang?”
“Yes, Pigsy?”
“Hasn't this seemed a little... too easy?” The chef asked, eyebrow raised in confusion.
“I think we've just gotten really lucky,” Tang said with a smile. “And we HAVE had to puzzle out all but two of the clues ourselves anyway. We're also still really close to the end time and we have one clue left...” Pigsy hummed, nodding as he realized Tang was right. They may have gotten everything pu t together, but they only had 5 minutes to put the clues together in the correct order in the little computer next to the exit door. They were still going to have to work fast to win this challenge.
As they rushed over to the computer he couldn't help but see Tang's wide smile. He was so EXCITED at the idea of winning this. Was he just happy that he could win something that he had to solve? Or was he happy that he was possibly going to win a romantic getaway with his husband? Pigsy didn't know...
But as long as Tang smiled like that? He found he didn't really care either way. He just wanted him to smile more.
“OK, so we have to put this together like... oh gosh, it's Cludo,” Tang said with a laugh. “We have to put all this stuff in like a Cludo answer but with more steps.”
“Well that's easy!” Pigsy said with a laugh. “Mr…uh… what was his name?”
“Chandler.”
“Yeah, Chandler!”
“AH, right, Mr. Chandler stole the study key and killed Mr. Doe -aka Mr. Bennet-, in the kitchen with poison and moved him to the study to make it look like the owner of the mansion did it since only he had the key!” Tang said triumphantly. “Great job, Pigsy!”
He smiled wide, turning around to grab Pigsy and plant a passionate kiss on his lips and-
Wait…
Pigsy pulled back from the kiss as the exit door opened, looking at Tang in confusion.
“I… I didn't remember his name,” he said softly.
“… I didn't either,” Tang admitted, looking around in confusion.
“Then who-”
“You're going to miss your deadline,” the mystery voice said again. From high up. And when they looked up they noticed the creepy doll on the shelf had moved, turning to stare down at them with blank glassy eyes. “… run.”
Pigsy and Tang ran faster out of that room than they ever had before. So fast they didn't notice the giggle and the soft whisper of “I hope they like their vacation” they emanated from the room before the door closed behind them.
They did, by the way.
Even if they were very cautious of escape rooms after that.
#bonezrattling#monkie kid#lego monkie kid#fanfic#monkie destiny challenge 2023#tang#pigsy#freenoodleshipping
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spring breaks loose, the time is near
Pairing: Thirteenth Doctor x Reader
Word Count: 3,297
Warnings: reader is sick but the illness is never specified, so much fluff
Summary: You’re sick. The Doctor finds you in the garden and gives you company, with a hidden mission on getting you to bed.
Request: Do u write for thirteen? Bc I need some fluff. Nothing specific just hundreds of fluff. Drown me in fluff. Have me regenerate in fluff. Let me be gay in le fluff. Fluff.
A/N: Apologies if sick!fics aren’t your thing, I’m currently sick spicy positive which is a whole bag and a half so this is where my brain was leaning when I thought of fluff. I hope you enjoy!!
You loved gardens.
There was something about them that made you feel safe. The warm sun on your face, not too harsh, speckled through the overhanging trees. The sound of the bees flitting through the early spring buds, wrapping around your heavy frame and throbbing mind. The gentle breeze, bringing with it all the familiar smells of home, of the first flowers, and of the bright green leaves that lifted themselves to the sun.
And the sun – oh, the sun. It was moments like this where you understood why sunflowers turned towards it. Why they shaped themselves yellow to match it, why they built themselves taller, spread their petals wider, all to capture as much of the sun as they could.
It was warm.
Fatigue ached at your bones, one the main cons to being sick, you thought. It pulled your fragile limbs into the concrete beneath you, made every innocuous movement, the turn of your head, the blinking of your eyes, as weighted and heavy as the many heavy bags you had been forced to pick up in your lifetime.
And your eyes? They were hit with it the worst.
Your eyes were heavy, drooping like the petals from the irises next to you, the spring weather still too early for them to reach the light. One wrong move, and you wouldn’t be surprised if they fell away from you. You closed your eyes, letting your head rest into your knees – which wasn’t good for your chest, but any other position put too much strain on your body – and let your back capture the sunlight around you.
You had found the garden a few months ago, after talking about – complaining about, rather – on how much you missed a good garden. Travelling with the Doctor was wonderful, really, it truly was, but on days like this, nothing beat a cosy garden.
The Doctor had looked surprised when the garden first appeared. She had been adamant that while it was a “great idea, seriously, would love a bunch of bees in the place – ooh or maybe a bird or two! Always had a fondness for a woodpecker,” that it just wouldn’t be practical.
Yet, the garden was here, and it was a wonderful reprieve from the little sick bubble your bedroom had grown into.
Familiar footsteps floated into your hearing. You didn’t want to look up, comfortable in your huddled position on the ground. The concrete was hard against you, but it reflected the sun onto your arms, which, again, was warm.
An equally familiar clearing of the throat pulled you from your position. You were met with soft eyes and a soft smile, and tried to mimic the smile in turn. You weren’t sure if the Doctor could see it, you couldn’t feel your eyes crease or the warmth of it lift your cheeks. The Doctors gaze grew warmer though, adoring.
You gave her a slow, heavy nod. “Hey Doc,”
The Doctor considered you for a moment. Her hair was slightly curled, wavy and relaxed in the way the Doctor so often wasn’t. She was holding two mugs, one, a mug with dogs printed across the ceramic. Another, painted with the sharpie scribblings of the language from Gallifrey. It was a familiar mug, one the Doctor had made for you in a past face, when she had been a bit more obsessed with bowties, but still loved a fez.
She held out the sharpie mug, giving you a small grin. “Hey, I figured some tea would help.”
You lifted an arm, making a rather pathetic attempt at a grabby hand. Your fingers closed into a fist once, then twice, before collapsing into the ground.
The Doctor chuckled softly and chose to crouch down beside you. She crossed her legs, lightly bumping her shoulder with yours as she passed you the mug. The tea was the perfect colour, just warm and dark enough that you knew she made it right.
“I don’t want to make you sick,” you commented, your voice apologetic.
The Doctor took a sip of her tea, before screwing up her face. “Might have over brewed this sorry,” then turned to you. “I’m a Time Lord y’know, have you ever seen me sick?”
You scrunched up your face at that, forehead creasing in the most dramatic display of emotions you had been successful with since falling sick. You crawled through your mind, searching for a memory – any memory, that even hinted that the Doctor had been sick. You’d known her long enough… so surely.
Except the memories were hazy, pulling away from you with every attempt to burrow deeper.
The Doctor gave you an insufferable, triumphant grin. “See, told you. I’ll be fine.”
You tried not to show how much you adored the way her eyes sparkled when she said it. The worst thing you could do was feed into it.
You took a careful sip of the tea, letting out a small, delighted breath as the warm liquid met your tongue and throat. You hadn’t realised how itchy your throat had been, how your vocal cords clawed against one another, grating and painful. You smiled again, hopefully larger than your earlier one. “It’s perfect, thank you.”
The Doctors grin changed, from smug to silently pleased, and, not for the first time, you wanted to kiss her.
It was moments like this when she made you feel held, when she made you feel cherished.
Clouds pooled above you, snuffing out the sun. It wriggled down your back, making you shiver. In protest, you gave the sky a half-hearted glare.
“How is it,” you mused disappointedly. “That in a perfect ship, in a perfect room, clouds still manage to block the sun?”
A ladybug twirled around you then, and you spilled pearls of laughter. You scrunched up your nose as it came in close to your eyes, and you realised, rather belatedly, that the TARDIS had sent it your way.
You smiled up into the sky, a silent thank you.
“The garden’s mimicking your home’s weather,” the Doctor said. “Doing it in real time too,” her voice was so matter of fact that, for a moment, you almost believed that she had designed the room.
But then your mind fell back to the look of surprise that had stretched across her face when she had found you in it, marvelling at the sunset that pooled itself over the skyline, oranges, pinks, and reds tangled in the clouds.
It fell into her saying “the amount of work it would take to build an entire ecosystem isn’t worth it,” the memory hazy and brittle. Yet she had stood there, eyes fond as you first took her in, standing under the setting sky and bubbling with excitement, and you weren’t sure she hadn’t been involved.
So, you tested it, letting your mouth turn into a conspiratorial smirk. “How do you know that?”
The Doctor shrugged, waving her free hand. “It’s pretty obvious, don’t you think? It feels like you.”
Your head cocked to the side, taking in her words. The garden felt warm, safe, but you hadn’t realised it felt like… you. Or, more importantly, that the Doctor had a place in her mind that, when reminded of you, recognised it as a feeling.
You hadn’t realised you were that special.
The Doctors voice dropped lower then. If she were anyone else, you would dare to suggest it was shy. “I’m glad you like the tea.”
“Of course, I do,” you said. “You always make it how I like it, and it’s in my favourite mug and everything.”
The Doctor brightened then, her face moved into a look of surprise, eyebrows raised and smile delighted, the same look she had given you when you had first found the garden. “That’s your favourite mug?”
Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion. For you, it was obvious. “Well, you made it for me, so of course it is,” you said, before adding. “Even if I don’t know what it means.”
The Doctors face matched yours, eyebrows drawing to her nose, giving it that familiar scrunch that had never, not once, failed to make your heart freeze. “Nah, I totally told you, didn’t I?”
And you let out a soft laugh. “No Doctor, you never have.”
And she shrugged again, face falling into… you couldn’t quite describe it. You mind was hazy, and it couldn’t pick the careful blank expression the Doctor had schooled her features into.
She looked away from you then, gesturing around you. “You like the garden?”
And it was your turn to frown again, but you were used to the way the Doctor would flip a conversation, peel away from it the moment anything got too sentimental for her.
Which made you burn with curiosity – what did the mug say?
You didn’t press it, instead, turning towards the view. Now, the garden was lovely. It wasn’t any garden you recognised. Pots lined the brick wall behind you, stood on the small patch of cement where you sat. By your side was a long iron bench, the metal twisted to mimic tree branches.
Above you, a tall oak shielded you from the sun, allowing just enough of the sunlight to peak through the crack, warming your face and your back. But it was the small stream that you couldn’t quite get over. It spilled from next to the doorway, small enough that you could walk through, and the water would barely hit your ankles. Steppingstones no larger than a dinner plate weaved through it, and you had taken dizzying steps on them only moments before.
Stretched beyond you was simply green. Plants spilled around you, wildflowers, shrubbery, and a few alien plants you couldn’t identify, with purple stalks and glowing leaves.
It really was wonderful.
Slowly, the clouds parted again, and you turned your face up into the sun, basking in the warmth.
“I love it,” you breathed, eyes closed as they met the light. “It’s so warm in here. I was going stir-crazy in my room.”
The Doctor let out a breath that you swore sounded like relief, bright and airy, like it was lifting a weight from her shoulders. “Good, I’m really glad about that.”
You peeled open an eye, turning to her slightly so you could look at her. You parroted past works back to her. “And here I thought a garden wasn’t practical.”
The Doctor shrugged, not catching that you were watching her. Her ears went red, and she subtly brushed her hair over them. “Yeah well, the TARDIS does crazy things when I’m not looking. She’s always trying to replace the pool.”
Once, you had sat with her in the console room, papers from different notebooks scattered around you, hastily drawn, and just as hastily torn from their bindings. They had been filled with ideas; a popcorn room, an extension to the library, notes upon notes on how to upgrade the pool.
Form memory, it had never been the TARDIS who was building or designing the rooms in here.
You closed your eye, tilting your head back to capture more of the sun. Careful eyes fell onto your frame, warm and familiar. You could feel the way the Doctors gaze tracked your face, your hair, your hands clasped securely on your tea.
Your face went warm, flushed on your nose, your cheeks, and down your neck. You hoped the Doctor chalked it up to the sun, and not the… well. The everything you felt for this mad Time Lord in a box.
A box she, occasionally, had far more control over than she gave herself credit for.
“I really do love it,” you said again, voice as quiet as the nearby stream. “It feels like home.”
You let the weight of that statement hang in the air, as heavy and as full as your fatigued bones. Your it feels like you, was left unsaid.
You took another sip of your tea, delighting in how perfectly made it really was. It was warm, but not to the extent that it would burn your tongue, and when it came from the Doctor, it was never bitter. The Doctor had always taken careful consideration of your tea, and had never brewed it wrong since… Since giving you this mug, actually.
“And the tea,” you added, pausing to take another sip. “It’s wonderful.”
You heard the smile in her voice, the self-satisfied grin that you never wanted to admit you loved. “Well, I’ve gotten pretty handy with the tea, haven’t had a falling out with the kettle since…” she paused then, voice trailing into memory. “Think I might’ve been Scottish then.”
You laughed then, because of course that was the case. You thought of the Doctors wild hair and equally perturbed temper back then, and yeah, you could easily picture just how the Doctor would have a falling out with a kettle.
Your laughter bubbled into a violent cough. It wrang through your frame, twisting into your chest with stringy hands, gripping into your lungs and your sternum with white knuckled fists. The cough racked up into your throat, your body bowling forward, some of your tea sloshing out of the mug.
You winced, groaning at the sudden onslaught. Belatedly, you looked up at the Doctor, whose horrified expression fell into one of concern. “Your coughing has gotten worse.”
You shrugged. “It happens. I’m sick.”
The Doctor nodded, eyes going hard as her expression fell into what you had dubbed as her ‘thinking face’. It was a familiar sight, one that, despite the features, whether it was a blonde head, bushy eyebrows, or a particularly large chin, caused the Doctors face to tighten, eyebrows creasing and mouth falling into a tight line.
You had memorised all the Doctors expressions, the way they echoed in her hazel eyes and bright smile. You tried not to think about why you had done so.
“We need to get you to bed,” she said finally, her voice with the same punch of finality as she gave the fam when finalising a plan, or when she was telling someone off when they did something particularly dumb when she was saving the day.
Yet, you fought it. You let out a near petulant groan, letting your head rock back into your knees. “But it’s warm here.”
“It can be warm in bed too,” she countered. “Where you should be resting. You humans, your bones are so frail, you need to let your body mend”
You picked your head up simply to glare at her, but it was half-hearted at best. “My bones aren’t the problem here.”
You ignored the fatigue, how it pressed into your arms, your legs, and the curve of your spine.
The Doctor raised an eyebrow. “Humour me? I made you tea.”
And yeah, she had done that, hadn’t she.
With a dramatic sigh, you nodded. “I suppose rest would probably help.”
The smile the Doctor gave you was reward enough. It spilled out from her, brighter and warmer than the sun that sat above you. You would do anything for that smile.
The Doctor stood, offering you her hand. You took it carefully, gripping tight as she helped pull you into a stand. Dizziness clawed across your vision, spotty and hazy, threatening to spin you downwards.
In an instant, the Doctor’s arms were around you, her own mug of tea forgotten on the cement. Her hold on you was solid, wrapped tight against your frame, warm against your waist and your chest.
Her voice was like honey against the base of your ear, pooling and circling down your spine. “You okay,” she asked, and it rocked you forward, making you shiver.
You nodded belatedly. “Yeah,” you said, and you couldn’t tell if your breathlessness was because of your illness, or because of her. “I’m okay.”
As close to you as she was, you felt, rather than saw the Doctor’s nod in acknowledgement.
“Let’s get you to bed then,” she said, her breath falling onto the back of your neck, making the hair there stand.
Still gripping your mug, the Doctor guided you over the steppingstones.
You really loved this garden. The grass was soft under your bare feet, the sun wrapped around your frame, and with your hand in the Doctors, it felt like this garden truly was made for you.
And oh.
Your voice was small when you tested it again. “You said a garden was impractical,” you said. “Yet you did it anyway.”
The Doctor froze, her grip on you tightening ever so slightly. The water lapped at her ankles, just missing the hem of her trousers. Her reply was clipped when she spoke, embarrassed. “Rule 1.”
The Doctor lies.
It was a half-hearted response, and one you scoffed at that. Her rules, as she had once called them, weren’t something she really often referred to these days. Well, besides the no-wandering off rule, but that wasn’t something she really stuck with herself.
Besides, the Doctor wasn’t often one to lie after doing something to make you happy. It was baffling.
“You said it wasn’t worth it,” you pressed.
The Doctor ignored you, instead saying. “C’mon, my feet are getting wet, and I’m wearing socks.”
It was like blinking. One moment, you were in the garden, the sun warm and the Doctors grip firm. Next, you were falling into bed, body collapsing into the pillows and sheets that were stacked against the head.
Your body practically melted, the bed capturing every ache in your bones, every fatigued and weary muscle. You let a small, easy groan, letting your mattress and blankets wrap around your frame.
You wouldn’t admit to the Doctor that she was right. But to yourself? Yeah, she was right. Rest is just what you needed.
Your weariness overtook you, clouding over your eyes and pulling down your neck. Your body was as tired as your mind, and although a part of you, the part that wanted to stay awake for the mere pleasure of spending more time with the Doctor, protested loudly in your mind. It was quickly stifled by how tired you were.
A lazy yawn consumed you, reaching through your frame as you buried your head into your pillow. You mumbled a soft thank you to the Doctor, but the sound came out muffled, like a ‘thnkoo’ than any discernible word.
You heard her chuckle then, voice low and fond, and her hand found your back. She moved her hand over your shoulder blades and into the centre of your back, slowly and languidly. Almost unconsciously, almost, because you loved it,you leaned into her.
“Get some sleep,” you heard her say, as sleep danced across the edges of your mind.
You nodded, your heartbeat slowing, your mind quieting.
In the silence, as you began to waltz with sleep, not quite unconscious, but not awake enough to trust your sense of hearing, your sense of feeling. A light pressure met your forehead, brushing against the space just above where your eyebrows met. The kiss was warm, safe, and if you had the energy, you would have leaned into it.
The Doctors fingers brushed against your hair, tucking some loose strands behind your ear. She paused for a moment, as if debating something, before, just as softly, she kissed you again, in the place where your face met your ear.
“The mug,” the Doctor spoke softly, voice so quiet that, were her lips not next to your ear, you may have missed it all together. “I wrote ‘I cherish you,’ that’s what it says.”
Your tumbled into sleep, mind turning into a haze, the Doctors final words falling through you like water through a sieve.
“You’ve always been worth everything,” she said. “I cherish you.”
A/N^2: Just a reminder I’m taking requests! Please read my rules before sending anything in. Also a HUGE thank you to everyone who sprinted with me in the thirsting for thirteen server, I adore you all so so much, and this fic wouldn’t have been written otherwise.
#the doctor x reader#thirteenth doctor imagine#13th doctor x reader#thirteenth doctor x reader#13th doctor
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How did you first get into Shadlink?
I'm so glad you asked.
I was first introduced to Shadlink through the @ask-lu-wild (sorry for the tag) blog and kinda fell in love with it. Twilight Princess was always kinda a game I really, really wish I could have played and loved the story of, even watching a play through of it over and over again. Plus, I like when people make characters gay and make gay ships, it's always fun lmao
But what really solidified it for me as a favorite ship was reading @saiyuri-dahlia's (again, sorry for the ping) works, especially the works The History of Us (which, yes, I am re reading that for the millionth time) and Happiness Comes in Waves (which is one I think you would enjoy, Bre, if you ever want to try and get into it, if not, it's still a fun read)
Then, of course, I read pretty much every fic in the Link/Shad tag on AO3, which made me sad, as I kept rereading all the fics on there and it very rarely got updated with anything new, which, fair, it's a rare pair, not many people think of that red headed bird nerd too often.
But that's what got me writing Shadlink in particular. Not many people where writing Shadlink (especially in the Linked Universe fandom) and I desperately wanted more content so I decided to try my hand at it! Sure, it doesn't get too many reads, but at least I'm having fun!
Honestly that's one of the main reasons I started writing Good Enough. Partially to get more content, partially to try my hand at a multi chapter fic, partially because @tashacee (sorry, to everyone I tagged, sorry, really) told me I should (honestly, Thank you Tash for doing that, I've had so much fun writing this fic and I gained friends because of it, you're really awesome and thanks so much for letting me rant incoherently at you about it)
But yeah, if you like the idea of Gay Nerd and Gay Cowboy, it's a fun ship!
Thank you so much for the ask, if you couldn't tell, I love talking about those two nerds <3
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Mechs Ships Tournament: Shipping Round 3 Poll 4
Propaganda:
Tim/Bertie:
The entire “Tim Goes Mad” section of GTVTMK. Tim looses it because his best friend dies and goes on a murderous rampage. Also that one art that Reegis made of the younger version of the two of them.
gay moon bitches fr
Gptvstmk
*blows up the moon for you*
Prison Mechs And Lyf:
One, LOOK AT THEM!!! THEY FIT TOGETHER SO WELL AND GIRBIFJRJE AHHHHHH. Like, prison mechs is good, wonderful we love it, Violinspector is wonderful, idiots in love. Put the two TOGETEHR!! perfect ship, 20/10 it's canon to me. They love Lyf so much and Lyf loves them too but they are so annoyed at them all the time in that "gods damnit. I love you three but please for the love of the gods stop." Also the idea of Marius, Raph, n Ivy trying to woo Lyf while they are still an Inspector is so silly cause I can see it working everytime but they CANT DO SHIT ABOUT IT and girbgijrjr. And if you give me a moment to indulge in my own brand of insanity that is creature mechs, them calling Lyf "pretty bird" cause it flutters them every time. It used to work on Raph but doesn't anymore cause she's used to it and tiehfjrhjfjrj. I'm not normal about them lol
violinspecter: the stars claim them fanfictoon. more people added for more cool relationships and stuff, also i love the prison mechs
if you don’t ship it have you even listened to expert testimony????
Think about them. Just think about them. Words are not wording but oh my god think about them. You want fic recs? I can give you fic recs. Please they are so special to me.
prison mechs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! lyf!!!!!! what more is there to say
#AHHHHHH GC I C B DGHTHH#THEM THEM THEM THEM THEM-#SAVE ME PRISON MECHS AND LYF#PRISON MECHS AND LYF#PRISON MECHS AND LYF SAVE ME (tags via @analog-cottage-gore)
Pulling out the big guns (my own writing): https://archiveofourown.org/works/51576148 (via @moons-br)
#guys. please#prison mechs and lyf#the prison mechs were voluntarily in jail for sixty years and spent a decent amount of that annoying lyf (tags via @asthe-crow-flies)
Round round-up here :)
#Mechs ships tournament#the mechs#the mechanisms#shipping round 3#tournament poll#spumblr#lyfrassir edda#marius von raum#raphaella la cognizi#ivy alexandria#gunpowder tim#bertie the mechanisms
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