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sweetsncandies · 10 months

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and still nobody wants me (still nobody wants me)

Summary:

All he could do is sigh in defeat.

"What can I say?" He looked at the clouds above, rain pouring lightly. "I lost in every way possible."

(Reposted from ao3, if you want to read it there, click here)

[Part 1]

"Ah, I see." He stared at the sun as he floated high above the clouds, feeling the wind on his skin. "I was a nobody after all."

The moment he got back down to land, the first thing he did was gaze at what was a pile of rubble. A whole school got fixed as if nothing had happened . At this point, he wondered how powerful Kageyama is— or whatever that was — since the other esper could rebuild something so easily to the point one might wonder if it was a figment of their imagination. He tried to approach Kageyama, trying to clear the air after what had happened.

Losing was quite embarrassing one might say, especially when you're stripped butt naked in front of what used to be your goons. He had honestly forgotten about it, feeling the chilly breeze at this realization. He tried to salvage what was left of his dignity as his acquaintances fled.

"Heh. See Kageyama? You were right. Without our ESP, we're left with noth-" He began to speak, but he was interrupted by the people that Kageyama came with. Maybe they were his friends, seeing as they asked about Kageyama's well-being. He watched as Kageyama assured them. Is that what friends are like?

All he could do is sigh in defeat.

"What can I say?" He looked at the clouds above, rain pouring lightly. "I lost in every way possible."

My God, I'm so lonely

So I open the window

To hear sounds of people

It was a miracle that his bag survived the fight, but then again Kageyama was a miracle by himself. He picked it up, dusted it off, and searched for his wallet. It was a walk of shame going to the nearest clothing shop, in hopes that he'll get clothes to cover him before walking the long route to his apartment, which would be much worse in his opinion.

He was as discreet as he can, wearing said clothes without anyone seeing him, in perfect timing before the plebi- person at the counter returned. He dried himself with a small towel he had in his bag and settled on a pink sweater with green accents, with some random leggings he found. He paid of course, as he stepped outside, the rain still pouring. He tried to find an umbrella within his bag, thankfully having one this time and walked to his apartment.

He felt a little lightheaded.

Venus, planet of love

Was destroyed by global warming

Did its people want too much, too?

Did its people want too much?

It takes time for the consequences to set in.

He nearly collapsed as he entered his apartment, his legs giving out as his vision blackens once and a while. It was as if a switch had been activated, his headache worsened, throbbing painfully as he tried to crawl to the fridge to get water. He'd caught a glimpse of himself on its shiny surface, in a state that he would call himself pathetic, but he didn't care at the moment. All he could focus on is the pain he was feeling right now, feeling weak as if all his energy was snapped out of him all at once. Is this what losing actually feels like? He hasn't lost a battle since he was a child, counting Claw, as losing would obviously get him killed by them.

He managed to get to his medicine cabinet, pulling out a thermometer and checking his temperature. When he saw the numbers as it beeped, he wasn't surprised. He had dealt with his fair share of fevers before, but not this bad. Overusing his ESP while walking in the rain with nothing to wear was not a good combination at all. He popped a pill and swallowed, his headache lessened a bit, just enough for him to get a towel to put over his forehead and to lie down on his bed.

He closed his eyes and drifted off. He's just going to sleep it off just like before.

And I don't want your pity

I just want somebody near me

Guess I'm a coward

I just want to feel alright

He stared at the ceiling as it looked as if it was mocking him.

The next day had come and his fever had still not gone down. He still felt miserable, burning as if it was a punishment for merely existing yet cold at the same time, colder than days when he wished he wasn't alone. He swallowed another pill to lessen his headache, hoping it would be fixed the next day. He called the school about his absence. It was quite weird hearing his own voice, he sounded so miserable, his throat becoming sore overnight, a pang of ache every time he spoke a word, he managed his best to speak through the pain.

He glanced at his phone again, not one ping at all, no get well soon or how are you feeling messages at all. He figured that word had spread across the school, that he was defeated and his reputation was in shambles. He sighed, exhausted as he drifted off to dreamland once again.

He is as pathetic as he thought.

And I know no one will save me

I just need someone to kiss

Give me one good honest kiss

And I'll be alright

The day is excruciatingly slow but he had managed to go through it. It was horrible, his head felt like it was splitting in half every time he did something trivial, even as small as opening cup noodles or drinking water, his knees felt like giving out whenever he tried to replace the water to wet the blanket on his forehead, and he felt like passing out any minute.

He's sure of it now, this is a punishment for acting like he had. It was a punishment for being arrogant and full of himself. It was a punishment for surviving this long, it was a punishment for being stubborn.

Nobody, nobody, nobody

Nobody, nobody

Ooh, nobody, nobody, nobody

...He just wished someone cared.

I've been big and small

And big and small

And big and small again

And still nobody wants me

Still nobody wants me

He remembered the first time he had to take care of a fever by himself, he was nine, just a day after Claw had attacked again. His concussion had gotten worse, the room was spinning and he felt sick, the feeling was unforgettable, thinking that it would be the worst fever he'll ever have— the present had proved him wrong obviously— he didn't know what to do, it was a few hours in before he had found medicine to drink, and it tasted disgusting but he had no choice.

He tossed and turned. He hopes Claw won't attack today.

And I know no one will save me

I'm just asking for a kiss

Give me one good movie kiss

And I'll be alright

"..Mom.." He called out. He's sure he's quite delirious at this point. "..Mom.." He called out again, this time barely mumbling it. It was as if he was a small child again, reaching out for comfort, as if waiting for his mom to suddenly open the door like he had been waiting for her to do all these years, to engulf him in a tight hug and apologize, never leaving his side ever again. His apartment won't be as empty, having someone greeting him home every single day with a smile, cooking warm meals as she would say that she was proud of him, that he had done his best to survive even without her. He knew that it was meaningless daydreaming but despite everything he couldn't help but miss his mom. He only wanted someone, anyone to genuinely care for him.

Tears finally fell, as he sobbed for the warmth he once had as he shivered, cold and lonely.

Nobody, nobody, nobody

Nobody, nobody

Ooh, nobody, nobody

Nobody, nobody, nobody

The fever was finally over. He felt as if a truck had hit him, but it was better than feeling horrible all the time. He glanced around the room, with scattered cup noodles on one corner and a basin of water spilled on the floor. His stomach rumbled, he supposed he really couldn't live on noodles alone, he quickly made soup to eat after three days of being miserable. He looked at his reflection on his spoon, barely recognizing the person he saw. His hair was still shaved down in the middle, looking like a man in his 50s with a receding hairline. After cleaning up the mess around him, he opens his closet.

Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody

Nobody, nobody, nobody (nobody)

(Nobody, nobody)

"Look at that dude's head!"

"Ew!"

He ignored the comments about his hair as he walked by. It was tall like an overgrown bush, it wasn't something he would wear out in public before, priding himself with his fluffy and well-taken hair, and that makes it perfect. He had gotten used to having people's eyes on him, and this time it wasn't pure praise or jealousy. It was refreshing, he felt like he could breathe fresh air in his newfound freedom, he no longer needed to feel as if he was superior to anyone, he didn't need to conform to the high standards of being special. He didn't care about them anymore, no matter how much they laughed at him.

"Hey, you." He called out to the boy with spiky hair. There was something familiar that he could sense on him, not to mention he looked familiar as well.

"What do you want?" The boy answered back. It was just like confronting himself from the past, and honestly, it was giving him a bit of second-hand embarrassment.

"I think that's enough. You'll regret it if you keep doing this." He continued, even when hearing the sounds of pictures being taken, "You think you're amazing just because you have powers, you're wrong." He spread out his arms, like some dramatic speech, "Let me give you advice, don't live relying on ESP." He spoke out loud, just like what Kageyama did. ESP might've helped him survive, but it had gone to his head until one particular esper had grounded him back to reality.

"Are you an esper? I don't know who you are, but I don't like getting lectures from strangers."

He felt him reaching for his power, so what else to do but give him what he wants? He took his hand, "I'm Hanazawa Teruki, nice to meet you." He introduced himself, then he smiled.

Nobody, nobody

Nobody, nobody, no

#mp100 #teruki hanazawa #hurt/comfort #angst with a happy ending #sickfic #songfic #angst #hanazawa teruki #mob psycho 100 #mp100 teru #mp100 teruki #mp100 mob #mp 100 shigeo #mp 100 ritsu #ritsu kageyama #shigeo kageyama #mp100 fic #candy's library

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ryouverua · 1 year

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The idea of making fanfic through ChatGPT is just… laughable? Inconceivable to me?

Like, moral issues aside, you’re really gonna take the joy out of the joyously cringe hobby? Really? Why are you even in the hobby at all if you’re not gonna put your own heart into it

#and of course the fact that it’s built off of stolen writing makes it so obviously awful that it shouldn’t need to be said #but apparently it does! because we live in a capitalist hellscape where all hobbies need to be literally monetized or monetized for ‘clout’#I would rather read 100 11 year old’s first wattpad songfics

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navstuffs · 6 months

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A moment forever ago

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x GN!Reader

Summary: In an elevator, a moment forever ago, Leon might have found the love of his life. But it was over forever ago.

Warning tags: SONGFIC, PAIN PAIN, ANGST, hurt/some/no comfort, in italics are the song lyrics, happens during an elevator ride, love in first sight

Author's Notes: song fic 100% based on A Moment Forever Ago from the show called Central Park. my recommendation? you should read this fic as you listen to the music that inspired! every time i write angst fanfic i wonder if im going to outdo myself (creep, emptiness, ghost of you, the tragedy of leon s. kennedy) and honestly, i always try to break everyone's heart. you be the judge if i did it worse (or better)!

my leon's masterlist

It is hard to say if love at first sight exists. Some say it is pure bull, a stupid idea, whereas romantics try to find theirs on every street corner of a supermarket aisle. Leon Kennedy is neither of those. He doesn't have time for the whole arrangement of being a couple and ardently in love with someone.

He was probably destined to end it alone, which was a better deal for everyone, especially himself. But life happens to everyone, and even Agent Kennedy isn't immune to that.

"There was a moment forever ago

That keeps me up on quiet nights

And flickers like a pilot light"

It happens during a stupid elevator ride, during which nothing important ever happens. Leon is on the 28th floor of a hotel, returning from another exhausting mission, thinking when it is finally time to give up, change his name, and run away to some forgotten island in the middle of nowhere where no one would ever find him. He could change his name to Lucius Kelly. He would let his hair and beard grow, live peacefully with a farm and tons of chickens and pigs, and never return to the city, instead drinking coconut water and getting tanned the whole day.

The elevator door opens, and Leon finds himself face-to-face with you. You stand in the middle of the elevator, more to the left, not lifting your eyes as he enters. You are too focused on your thoughts, in a distant point of this reality. Leon stands on your other side, trying to give you the privacy not to stare, but he looks at you again with a sudden interest.

Staring at a fixated point in the elevator's doors, not acknowledging his presence. You don't seem the kind who will strike up a conversation or ask about the weather, nothing like that, which generally Leon didn't like. With a blank expression, you stare at the doors, which shouldn't intrigue Leon as much, but it does.

There is just something about you, and he can't quite place it.

The elevator bell dings and Leon's attention is momentarily drawn to a businessman walking in, ignoring both of you and standing near the door, too busy on his phone closing deals. When Leon quickly gives you a look, he glimpses your head, quickly turning to the wall on your side. As if you are caught staring back at him, too.

"A moment forever ago

That makes me wait through memories"

You are probably thinking he is a creep, Leon thinks. Exemplar behavior from a US agent, Mr. Kennedy, goggling at someone like that. But he can't help himself to look again, noticing you playing with the sleeve of your hoodie, a slight movement to someone who isn't paying enough attention. But Leon is. He figures it is a tiny nervous tick you develop to cope with stressful situations. You are enigmatic, ordinary to common eyes, but not to him. Beautiful in your own way. The elevator's door opens again, and a couple walks in, smiling and occupying the space in front of Leon. Leon gives them extra space, bumping his arm against yours. He quickly apologizes, but you don't seem to care, simply looking at your shoes.

"But when I look back, all that I can find

Is that moment forever ago

Was it over forever ago?"

Elevator rides shouldn't take more than two or three minutes, but this one is surely taking longer than it should. More people enter the elevator (was there a convention of some sort in this place?), causing Leon's body to get closer to yours, his arm touching yours. He no longer apologizes, maintaining his eye on the door, hoping it can open. That's when he feels the light brush on the palm of his hand.

"Now that moment forever ago

Is home to more than one regret

A recurring sad vignette"

Or was it all his imagination? Maybe just a phantom feeling of a warm touch, a deep desire from his chest. It had to be your touch; it had to be because no one else was so close to him right now. Feeling his face burn and acting like his young self, Leon is ready to listen to your apology that never comes. He looks at you sideways, but still no reaction. He can't figure out your expression. It could have been just a figment of his imagination, desperate for human comfort. Jesus, Leon is miserable. Pitiful, an idiot.

It is the 10th floor now, and Leon suddenly sees himself asking for your name. Your phone number. He imagines your voice, the sound of your laugh. What are your hobbies, your passions, your favorite songs? The one you scream so loud from the bottom of your heart, the one who makes you cry like a baby. Leon sees him wanting something for the first time in his miserable life since Raccoon City, something that could change his life, something that only he, Leon Kennedy, could have. Something that could be his and only his.

"And that moment has taught me to know

That I can't let this one slip by me"

The elevator door suddenly dings again, and everyone starts leaving, you and Leon are the last ones. You give him a quick look as he stands his arm, letting you pass, and you exit as he follows right behind you. As Leon directs to the reception, you walk toward the exit, side by side arms brushing each other, a way to prolong this moment as long as you can. When it's finally time to depart, you look at him straight into his eyes.

"I—" His "I" comes out so soft, so low you could pretend not to hear it.

Silence. No word comes out of your mouth, and no word comes out of his mouth. There is no one around you two. The world stops spinning, just you and him, and he can't bring himself to speak, as do you. A long moment passes, during which Leon waits for you to say something, anything, and you wait for the same. Leon wonders if you are imagining your future with him, as he imagines his with you. And Leon knows you do the same because your eyes are getting wet, and you finally stop playing with your shirt sleeve.

The moment passes, and you turn around, leaving the hotel, not looking back.

Leon doesn't follow you. He watches as you leave; probably the last time he will see you. He knows he shouldn't drag anyone into his life, his mess. Leon sighs. Maybe the romantic idiots aren't such idiots, and love at first sight could exist, who knows? Perhaps he isn't so cursed at all, he realizes with a tiny hint of a smile, walking towards the reception to check out. Because if it happens once, it could happen again, right?

"Or else it's sure to also be

A moment forever ago"

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy #leon kennedy fanfic #leon kennedy angst #leon s kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy fanfic #leon s kennedy angst #it breaks my heeart when i write abt painful things #but oh well i think i do it well

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blerb-f1 · 8 months

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Junge - Sebastian Vettel x reader

Sebastians Parents hate his career choice but at least you're here.

This is like a prequel to THIS fanfic - please beware that Sebs actual parents are incredibly cute and supportive and also i didn't mean to make like consistent songfics yet here we are. Its about "Junge" by "Die Ärtze"

hahahahaha

America's West, the vast prairie

And right in the middle of it: A small house

And in it: A concerned mother

2023 - Sebastian has just announced his retirement. You, his trusty Engineer since the Toro Rosso Days have spent the day looking back and reminiscing. Throughout the years you’ve had people come and go in your lives, but only you two and Britta, his manager, were truly consistent. One Group of People you absolutely couldn't count on were his parents.

They happily supported his Kart Career but going into F1? Never, F1 was for nobodies and troublemakers. If asked in which Michael would fall, they’d just say “Schumi is an exception”

Throughout the BMW Sauber Testing Years Seb would exist in the car given to him by BMW, friends apartments or hotels rented by Sauber themselves but never anything consistent. Once the move to Torro Rosso happened, with you becoming his equally young engineer, Red Bull made the decision to rent an apartment for you to share. Although you weren't a Red Bull Junior, Fate brought it this way.

You’d taken way too many angry calls of Sebs Parents, causing you to one day chuck his mobile phone down the toilet- He was enraged but life soon improved until the worst day happened. Your apartment was small yet cozy with each of you decorating their room lively. His covered in trophies and race suits, yours with study notes and smart looking graphs. Both however representative of your interests, with your shared common space housing your gaming consoles, a popcorn maker you bought thinking you’d use it a lot and a massive pullout couch someone put out for free which you transported home hanging off Sebs BMW X3

Boy (Boy), why haven't you learned anything?

Look at Dieter, he even has a car!

Why don't you go to Uncle Werner's workshop?

He'll give you a permanent employment, if you ask him about it

Boy (Boy, Boy)

That was the first thing barreling out of a phone held to your ears.

Sebastian and You had just entered the Red Bull Factory during off week to test new parts on the car. You, additionally, had more classes on being a Race Engineer. While you already were supporting him during races, you still had to study more to become better.

Just as you were about to enter the elevator, Helmut Marko came angrily flying towards you.

“SEBASTIAN VETTEL! THIS IS THE LAST TIME I'M TAKING CALLS FOR YOU!” he shouted, throwing his Motorola towards you both. His moms shriekky noisy voice echoed through the speaker.

His Cousin Dieter was a useless POS, whom his Uncle Werner, the workshop owner, coddled until there was no tomorrow. You had the displeasure of meeting them both when his parents sent them to your shared apartment, in hopes of building bridges. You both however preferred the Fernando Alonso Bridge and set this bridge on fire with a can of gasoline.

They were horrible rude upon intruding on your shared space. Dieter insulting your gaming setup, Werner complaining about your general decor and moving in. You’d gotten very fed up with them, opening the door and telling them to Leave that exact second.

Afterwards you and Seb had celebrated by ordering expensive Delivery Pizza while watching 100% Pirated movies. Most likely an Austin Powers Movie.

And the way you always look, holes in your pants, and always this racket

(What will the neighbors say?)

And your hair too, words fail me - do you have to dye it?

(What will the neighbors say?)

You never come home, we don't know what to do anymore

"DON'T GET THE TUB DIRTY!" you shrieked as Seb was trying to wash the dye out of your hair. You'd attempted to dye your hair purple and black with Seb being the one doing the work. He was, however, not good at being cleanly. He'd gotten dye inside of his gloves, on his pants and covered half of the apartment in the process. The washing out process was equally catastrophic with him getting your old bathroom tiles covered as well.

As some dye was left over, you decided to apply it to his beautiful locks. You both came out very matchy. His hair had him look like a black-purple Raccoon and as he was a skinny boy, he looked more like a hungry raccoon than the fat ones you’d usually see rummaging on TV.

The day after you had an appointment with a piercer to get further piercings, the guy immediately thought you were a couple because of the matching hair. You got multiple Piercings, each of them becoming their own memory for the future. You still remembered Brittas Expression as you turned up on Monday with all the metal jingling of your ears and in your face.

What you hadn't however expected, was receiving an invite to Sebastian's Aunts Birthday Party. The Raccoon dye in his hair greatly contrasted the grown up BMW you found yourself in as you two were approaching Heppenheim. Seb took you along as an emotional support animal to better endure the party. You had met his parents before, the day they turned up at your house and another when they turned up at the factory. The day they had turned up at your house, you had your lovely neighbor open the building's front door. She was a lovely lady with hearing issues so you could be as loud as you wanted without bothering her. She often would cook for you in turn helping her with heavy tasks. She shushed them away and made you a hearty meal.

As the car pulled into his old home's driveway, you clearly saw people rushing towards the front door and stumbling out. Seb was clutching the wheel tightly, you both had been driving all the way from Austria so you were already pretty tired.

As you stepped outside you could hear his mom let out a surprised scream, it getting louder as Sebastian stepped out. Your favorite Piercing (a chain connecting from your lips to the ear) was glittering under the porchlight as his little brother rushed out, pushing his mom aside. He jumped upwards into Sebs Arms, possibly being the one most excited for his return.

“Who is this…Woman?” his mom asked, almost snakelike.

“My Race Engineer and Roommate, Y/N”, Seb stated while brushing through his brother's hair.

Boy (Boy) don't break your mother's heart

It's not too late to enroll at university

You used to be interested in animals, wouldn't that be worth pursuing?

Your own vet practice, Boy

The dinner was uncomfortable to say the least. His aunt was to your surprise the one married to Werner, so he, the aunt and Dieter kept giving you dirty looks. His grandparents were equally unhappy with your both looks. Meanwhile his little brother was trying to show him pictures and awards. His Mom didn’t miss a single Chance to insult his driving career, only his dad stayed quiet. Then she started, talking about his love for animals and proposing he should become a vet again. A proposal, she kept repeating uselessly.

Finally she dragged him away and his little brother approached you with shimmering eyes, inviting you to his room to show you his collection of things.

You happily took the chance to flee from annoying relatives as you settled onto Fabians Bed, the sheets with car print giving way under your bum. The quiet mumbling from downstairs being way more endurable than the massively loud chatter. You would always pick the sound of a screaming V10, even if it would blast your hearring away. It would at least protect you from the pain of being repeatedly and hiddenly insulted.

knock knock

His father came in, face pulled into a mildly sad expression as he sheepishly stood in front of the room's door. you eyed him, waiting for more insults of your person to be hurled at you.

Instead however, he gave you a bag.

“Y/N, right?”

“Yeah”

“Please” he was a quiet man, his age clearly visible on his face. “Please give this to Sebastian. Heike, she… She isn’t herself . This isn’t like her. But Seb, he should have this back.”

You take the bag and gingerly lay it on the mattress next to you.

“If she’s gotten so bad, why don’t you leave her?”

“I promised to stick to her, in good and bad times.”

And the way you always look, piercings in your nose, and always this racket

(What will the neighbors say?)

Electric guitars and always these lyrics

Nobody wants to listen to that

(What will the neighbors say?)

You never come home, so much bad company

We will disinherit you

(What will the tax office say?)

How is it all going to end, we are worried

Seb and You were finally back home. Home, yes that’s what Austria had become for you both.

The apartment was quiet until you rummaged through the cupboard, pulling out an Electric Guitar and its required equipment. You gave Seb a cheeky grin before proceeding to play Wonderwall by Oasis. “Not Wonderwall…” Sebastian moaned.

You handed him the Guitar. “Then play something Better, Starboy!”

“But I don't know how to?”

“Just let it out!” you screamed before stomping around the living room, tumbling over collections of varying junk and memorabilia.

clinggggg

You’d stumbled over the long forgotten bag his father had handed you. The Guitar abruptly stopped as Seb dropped it onto the Sofa while staring the bags contents

His first trophy, his favorite stuffed animal and his laminated photos of meeting Michael for the first time.

“Where did you get those from?” Seb asked with anger lacing his voice.

“Your father gave them to me.”

He looked between you and the bag's contents, difficulty enshrining his expression as you bent down, picking up the trophy. You lifted it, brushing your shirt over it. After a serious glance you shoved his newest trophies to the side and placed it smack dab in the middle. You could clearly imagine the little, then blonde boy, bursting with pride upon being handed it by his childhood Idol Michael Schumacher.

And you were such a sweet child

You were so sweet

And always your friends, I bet you all take drugs

And always this racket

(What will the neighbors say?)

Think of your future, think of your parents

Do you want us to die?

#sebastian vettel x reader #sebastian vettel #f1 x reader #blerb writes

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alls-fair-in-pride-and-prejudice · 3 months

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I Will Write A Fic For You If You Donate to the Palestinian Children's Relief Fund!

I came across the super cool organization Fandom Trumps Hate just recently (as of this post actually), and unfortunately I learned of its existence too late to apply to be one of the writers for this year. Since I don't want to wait a whole year to do some good with my love of writing, I'm holding my own little auction! Let's use that autistic special interest for good!

How Much I Will Write: 1K-5K words (if I end up writing more, well, yay for the lucky auction winner I guess, but that's what I'm willing to commit to)

What Fandoms I Will Write For: Baldur's Gate 3, The Dragon Prince, Good Omens, Avatar: The Last Airbender, and Loki (just... the character. I will write so many things involving that character)

What I Will (and Will Not) Write: Character x Character, Character x reader, Character x OC even if you can give me enough about your OC, are all good! Not into shipping? No worries! I love the platonic and I can even just write a character study or a songfic. I am willing to write up to M rating for this, so some spicy stuff, but not pure smut. Any of the Main Warning Tags on AO3, save Major Character Death (gotta love that angst), are off limits. If you are worried that I can't write your idea before you want to bid, go ahead and shoot me a message before you bid and I'll let you know! You can also check out my pinned post for my masterlist of past fics. I have written all the examples I have given as requests before.

How to Bid: Place the dollar amount (in US $) of your bid in the replies of this post! The bidding period begins at the time of posting, March 3 2024 12pm ESR and ends March 10th 2024 2pm EST.

What Happens If You Win: When the bidding closes I will message the top bidder from this account here on tumblr. From there, you have 48 hours to send proof of your donation. I'm giving myself a deadline of a month to have your fic ready for you.

If the winner does not send proof of donation before the time period is up, I will contact the first runner up.

Additionally, I will match the winning bid in my own donation up to $100

AND A FINAL WARNING

The purpose of this endeavor is for fun fic writing and most importantly, doing a little bit of good for the Palestinian people. Any bigotry done on this post will result in the perpetrator being blocked and disqualified from receiving a fanfic.

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brokebonewritings · 1 year

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Dearest, You Said

Matt Murdock x Reader

Tags: 18+, Language, Fluff, Getting Together

Summary: You and Matt have been friends since college. Besides Foggy, you would consider him your best friend and saying 'I love you' has always been apart of your vocabulary. When did the lines start to blur, and when did your best friend become so attractive?

Word Count: 2.3K

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A/N: Welcome to my first songfic series! Each one if going to be paired with a song and a lovers prompt! I really hope you enjoys these, and once it's all finished I'll start the next one. Pair this with Je t'aime by Velours Velours

You finished your third shot of the night and slammed it on the table. Both you and Foggy were in a challenge of who could handle the most alcohol. So far, he was winning.

“How are you already on your fifth shot, Fog?” You laid your head on the table in defeat. The coolness of the wood felt nice on your face.

“Just admit you’re too much of a lightweight and this can all end.” He quipped back

“In your dreams!” You say grabbing the bottle, and pouring yourself another shot.

Throwing your head back, the whiskey burns the back of your throat. As you recover you notice Matt walking in with Karen.

“Matty! Karen! Y’all made it!” You wrap your arm around Foggy’s shoulder. “Fog and I were just testing our endurance.”

Karen giggles as they approach the table, and you notice Matt giving one of his famous half smiles.

“Yeah right! More like I’m about to win $100!” Foggy says. You groan as you throw the freshly poured shot back. Holding back the sudden tears in your eyes, you pull out your wallet and hand it to Foggy. Triumphantly, he grabs it and opens it up. Only stopping when he realizes there’s nothing in it.

“What’s wrong, Fog?” Matt says with a smile plastered on his face. Foggy stares as he holds up a small paper that clearly states ‘IOU’.

“I can’t fucking believe this.” He groans. Laughter erupts from the rest of the table.

You knew in the beginning that he would win the challenge. The prank wasn’t even your idea, it was Matt’s. Both of you planned it out as you sat on his kitchen counter watching him go over some paperwork the previous day.

“Okay okay, here is your payment sir.” You say as you pull a bill out of your pocket. He snatches it from your hand with a ‘thank you’ still shaking his head.

“So how was the interview today?” You turn to Karen with a smile.

“Oh you know, It would have been great if the woman talked to Matt and not me the entire time.” She sighed and looked over at Matt.

“Still?” You gasped “Next time you really should let me come, you know I’ll put them in their place!”

“As much as I love how protective you are,” Matt started “I think I had it under control.”

You flushed at his comment. Both of you had been friends since the first day of college. Well probably not the very first day, but it was sometime around then.

Being protective of Matt was something that came very natural to you. Oftentimes, people didn’t understand that being blind didn’t equal being deaf. So naturally they would talk louder, or not speak directly to him.

“I’m sure you did.” You huffed looking at the empty shot glass. “Anybody need another drink?”

“Oh I certainly do after beating your ass!” Foggy piped up, prompting you to stick your tongue out at him.

“Fine, Karen? Matt?” You look towards them.

“I’m good at the moment.” Matt states with a smile.

“I’ll actually join you!” Karen grabbed her purse before getting up.

You both make your way to the bar, before settling on two barstools. Josie comes to greet you both, and you order your drinks with a smile. Karen chats about her day at the office, and some recent cases they were allowed to talk about. You listen attentively and pay for all three drinks once Josie returns.

Not that you meant to, but you absentmindedly kept looking towards Matt at the bar table. Zoning out everything around you including Karen.

“Hey!” She snaps her fingers in front of your face. “How long are you gonna keep staring at him?”

“Huh?” You shake your head, before turning towards her. “What did you say?”

“I said, You've been staring at Matt for like five minutes, what’s up with that?” She smirked.

“Oh,” You blush and put a few bills in the tip jar. “Nothing, just lost in thought.”

“Yeah I can tell.” She says grabbing her drink. “When are you gonna ask him out?”

Turning bright red, you shush her. Not that anyone around them was listening, but you know that someone potentially was.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Grabbing yours and Foggy’s drink you both head back to the little table. Setting the drinks down, you take a seat next to Matt. He turns his head towards you, and you try your best to ignore him.

Foggy clears his throat which causes both you and Matt to turn your heads towards him.

“I really should be going after this drink. Got an early morning tomorrow.” He says and smiles.

“Oh Foggy, I knew it would get to you sooner or later.” You giggle. In return he throws the drink you had just bought him back, and gives you a wink.

“Oh, y/n, I can go all night baby.”

“Yeah right! In your dreams!” Both you and Karen say, laughing. He shakes his head and grabs his coat.

“See you all tomorrow.” He says before leaving.

“Yeah I think I’m gonna head out too, gotta date with my bed.” Karen says innocently before getting up.

“Oh so you’re gonna leave me here with him?” You draw sarcastically. Matt pretends to be offended by this.

“Please don’t leave me with her. She’s crazy” He stage whispers that last part.

“Yeah…” She winks at you. “Have fun!”

After Karen leaves, it’s just the both of you. The silence is deafening between the both of you. You look up towards him and begin to play with your glass as he takes a drink from his own. Feeling incredibly awkward and incredibly sober now, you muster up the courage to start a new conversation.

“So how’s Father Lantom?” You try to start a conversation. He smiles and sighs at your effort.

“You don’t want to talk about what Karen had said?” He questions.

You knew it! He was eavesdropping, and your gut feeling had been correct. Sure sometimes you had your doubts, but you could always count on Matt listening in on conversations he deemed interesting.

“You heard all that, did you?”

“Of course, considering it’s something I'm quite good at.”

His lips pulled up into a smile, he really was an attractive man. There was nothing about him that seemed to be a red flag unless you counted the vigilante shit. Ever since you had met him though he was gentle, funny, and… well just himself.

“Common, let me walk you home.” He offers.

“Shouldn’t I be the one walking you home?”

He laughs at your response and shakes his head. You never noticed the crinkle of his smiling eyes until right this second. Feeling the heat rush to your face, you shake your head to get rid of the thought.

“y/n? You alright?”

“I’m fine, Matty! Let’s go!” You say, getting up out of your seat.

Matt stands with you and grabs his cane. Once the both of you were suited up in your coats, he took hold of your arm and you led him out of the bar. It was a very cold night, and you could feel the shiver that ran through his body once you both stepped outside.

Walking down the street you chatted about current life. How your family was doing, and your recent findings at work. Being an archivist, you were able to entertain him with your stories of artifacts, and your newest assistant.

You realize that you ranted long enough once you see your apartment building come into view. Matt had moved his arm so that you wrapped yours around his upper arm, like the true gentleman he was.

“So I guess this is me.” You say as he walks you into your lobby.

“I guess it is.” He stops to turn towards you

He stands there for a moment awkwardly. Goodbyes were always the weirdest for the both of you. Like you never knew when you would see each other again. He clears his throat before giving a brief goodbye.

“I love you, Matty. Get home safe!” You speak up. Watching him turn and pull his lips into a slight smile.

“I love you too, y/n”

With that, he leaves. You rush upstairs to watch him walk down the street from your window. You always hated seeing him go. It was like you never wanted him to leave.

That was the problem though. You wanted him constantly, all for yourself. The thought of him belonging to another hurt. When did it become like this though, you hadn’t really thought about how long you truly like him.

Pulling out your phone, you send him a text reminding him of the birthday present you had forgotten to give him. You always wrote texts like a letter. He had found it amusing once in college, and it just became your guy’s thing.

You set your phone down on the counter, and began your nightly routine. It wasn’t until an hour later that you picked your phone up and saw a text from Matt. Wait… what?

Matt M. 12:43

So I’m Dearest now?

You 1:57

Dearest Matthew,

What could you ever be talking about?

With Love,

Y/n

Matt M. 1:59

You said ‘My Dearest, Matthew’. Please don’t stop on my account, it was cute.

Had you really called him that? Maybe you didn’t mean to.

Looking back at your first text you realize that you had definitely put a comma after the word Dearest. Flushing about the mistake you text him a quick message about heading to bed before heading to your room. It was easy for you to overthink things that should be honest mistakes.

He called you cute for crying out loud. How were you supposed to drift to sleep knowing he thought the situation was cute. Setting your phone on the nightstand, you climb into bed and try to make yourself comfortable. You don’t remember your last thought before drifting off to sleep.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

You jump awake at the sound of knocks on your window. Looking around, you notice it’s still dark outside. Sighing you get up and head into the living room where you know the masked man was waiting at your window. You open up the window to your fire escape and watch as he climbs in.

“You know at this point I’m gonna just leave it unlocked.” You say as you rub your tired eyes.

“That would defeat the purpose of keeping bad people away.”

“How do I know that you’re not bad, Matty?”

Turning to face him, you see that he has already shed his mask and set it on your side table. You gasp as you see the bruise forming on his cheekbone, and the blood coming off his swollen lip. He grimaces after hearing the noise you just made.

“Jesus, Matt… What happened.”

“Don’t know, some guy… was robbing a woman. He really got me bad, huh?”

He turns his head up to face you. You never could stand it when he got hurt. So you took up some first aid classes after you had found out about his little hobby. Grabbing your first aid kit from under your sink and a pack of ice, you turn to aid your vigilante.

You slowly start to clean off his lip, and examine it to see if stitches were needed. Nothing too serious seemed to have happened so you gave him the ice for his face and guided him to sit on the couch.

Once you feel that he is taken care of, you head to the kitchen and pour him a glass of water. Too distracted by the task you don’t notice him get up and follow behind you.

“Can we please talk about the conversation you and Karen had earlier?”

You jump at the sound of his rough voice. He looked so seriously at you. It must have really been bothering him throughout the night.

“What is there to talk about?”

“Don’t play coy, y/n, I know you like me.”

He stepped towards you, trapping you against the sink. You look up in shock to see his gaze was on you. Getting nervous, you feel your heart pounding in your chest. How can this man make you feel this way? You really didn’t understand.

“Sweetheart, I can hear your heart racing.”

The heat rushes to your cheeks at the sound of that pet name. Matt had never called you anything like that before. Yet you couldn’t help but dream of him calling you that more often. Clearing your throat, you finally decide to speak up.

“Okay! Yes, I like you! A lot, Matt.”

“How long?”

“I don’t know…” You quietly defeat.

You feel his hand rest on your waist. Rubbing small circles with his thumbs. Looking up at him, you notice his cheeks are slowly starting to pinken.

“Do… you like me in the same way?” You ask. Not that you wanted to know the negative answer, but the closure would be nice.

“I do.”

Watching him swallow hard on the confession, you slide your hands up his arms and rest them on his chest. Feeling his heartbeat was comforting. I guess you finally understand what that felt like.

“What do we do now?”

“Y/n…”

“Matt?”

Instead of responding right away, he leans in close and whispers softly against your lips.

“I love you.”

You smile before replying.

“I love you too.”

Closing the gap, goosebumps rise on your arms as he kisses you. Never in your adult years would you think Matt Murdock would be kissing you. His lips were soft, and the kiss felt like you were both reuniting after a long time apart.

Time passed by slowly before you noticed him pull away. You open your eyes to see his were still closed, and a shuddering sigh falling from his lips. This was bliss, and maybe it would stay yours for the rest of your life.

“Matty.”

“Yes sweetheart?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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ephemeramedia · 5 months

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The World Shines (As I Cross The Macon County Line)

banner cred to @cafekitsune!!

Will Graham/Reader

Synopsis: You convince Will to cuddle with you because it's cold and you love him.

A/N: Okay so this is my first real FF that I'm posting ever and it's not beta read so if there's mistakes just pretend they're not there mkay thanks. Not rly a songfic but there is a song in it and that song is Going To Georgia by The Mountain Goats. Also this is my official bid for someone to buy me an I Heart Bingo mug. Also also gonna post this to AO3 as soon as i get my acc sorted, and ill link it here.

Word Count: 1105

Warnings: an embarrassing amount of domesticity

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The canopy of darkness was beginning to lift from the closed yet sheer curtains that shifted when your shoulders brushed against it. The Virginia morning winter was harsh and you knew it would only get harsher as the hours passed the day away. In some way, you felt bad about moping around the kitchen while Will was out at work, but you knew it would only be a matter of time before January cleared and you could start again trying to convince one of the libraries in Maryland to hire you for over the minimum wage.

What would not happen nearly as fast as you pleased was the water that was stuck under 100 °C in the kettle, boiling. Sighing, you turned up the stove.

Music drifts throughout the almost frigid air, around tinny, plywood walls, and it meets your ears in a soft resounding pattern. After the kettle starts to whistle, you sing along in quiet victory.

“...The most extraordinary thing in the world, I have two big hands and a heart pumping blood,” You pour the water into your ‘I ♡ BINGO’ mug. Today would be an English Breakfast day, just like every other day. A good day.

You feel the dogs settled beside your feet rise and move toward the front of the house, shortly before hearing the door open. A few beats pass counted by soft thuds on the floor growing louder and Will moves to meet you where you stand. His rough hands wrap around your waist from behind you, and his chin nestles in your shoulder. The song begins its second verse.

“More bass today. Not bad for this weather, I think,” He breathes into you. You turn to face him, and his hands never leave your body.

“Your hands are cold,” Will tries to move away but you free one of your hands to trap him against you. He turns his head to huff a laugh but you catch his face and press his grinning lips to yours. You hum into him.

“I think it might be up to us to keep each other warm,” You take another sip of your tea. “Maybe I could convince you to stay in for the rest of the day?”

Will brings his head up to glance at the ceiling, the look he gives when he’s already resigned himself to you.

“I’ve got to chop wood for the fire, darlin’. You know I can’t-” You shush him.

“Again, I’m not sure having a fire will matter when we’re-,” Your only free hand reaches down to palm his ass, “So close already.” It was really an unnecessary ploy on your part, because as you began speaking he gently pulled the mug from your hands and set it on the counter behind you. Grabbing him didn’t help his case of not dropping it on the floor, but the blush that freckled his cheeks gave away how eager Will was to follow you anywhere.

“Well,” Will huffed out a breath that condensed in the air, “You certainly make a convincing argument.” You giggled at his eager tone and hooked one of your fingers around his belt loop. With an incredible amount of concentration, Will managed to follow you away from the kitchen and into the living room.

The living room, or the first room in the house, was where the bed was. It was where the only bed was. When you moved in, you had tried to convince Will to, at least, have an air mattress upstairs. After cost-benefit analyzing it, you gave into having the bed right in front of the front door on the condition that Will took the drafty side. Honestly, it wasn’t too uncomfortable, and the stairs creaked anyway.

As you led Will to the bed, both you and him took considerable steps to avoid the plethora of dogs littered about the floorspace.

Once you were at the foot of the mattress, you looked back at Will. His cheeks were pink and looked frostbitten, but you knew better. Will Graham doesn’t blush at the cold, he blushed at you. It did help that it was 7 °C, regardless. He took a step towards you and you pull him under the covers.

Wordlessly, Will places gentle kisses on your skin, starting at your cheekbones and going lower until he reaches your collar bone, and then lets his face rest on your shoulder. You preen at the physical attention, and then shiver.

“I wish I could stay like this forever.” You hear him mumble into your shirt. You smile softly and tug him further into you so that your bodies might become one. There’s a lot of blanket shifting before one of his hands reaches up under the hem of your shirt.

“Jesus Christ, you’re fucking freezing,” You jump. You lower your head to meet his eyes looking up at you, and you decipher the mischief in his grin.

“You’re the one who suggested this, darlin’.” Will pushes himself forward and your lips meet, slowly and then all at once.

With the comforter pulled up over both of your shoulders, you ended the embrace by tilting your head down so as to separate your lips but then connect your foreheads. Hot breath covers your face and you blink. You hum.

Moving again, Will’s hands travel back down and grasp your waist firmly. Then you’re weightless, his seemingly infinite strength lifting you up and over him until you’re straddling his hips. The sudden shift lets a breeze into the space between you and Will, and you lower your chest to meet his and close the gap. Will sighs.

“Now I’m never getting up,” He laughs into the top of your head.

From the other side of the room, Winston barks at something outside the window, a bird, probably. He barks again at the start of a new song that drifts through the house.

A cloud passes through the sky and uncovers the bright sun, which does nothing for the cold and everything to blind Will through the thin curtains. Will removes one of his hands from you and drapes it over his face, shielding his eyes. You stay like this until another cloud comes, when Will tilts your head up to kiss you. You lean into it, and you bring one of your hands up to pass your finger through Will’s curly brown hair, gold in the sunlight. A few beats pass.

‘My tea is going to be so cold.” One of Will’s thumbs smooths out the wrinkle of concern between your eyebrows.

“You can always make more.” Your lips meet again.

“I know.”

#hungry like the wolf #fanfic #will graham/reader #will graham x reader #my writing #writing

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its-been-rose · 2 months

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Also does anyone know if the in-game songs (besides the credits) have official lyrics? I wanna do a songfic to Long Ride Home but idk the lyrics. Or if they even made lyrics.

And if they DIDNT, I’m 100% basing it off of my headcanon that it’s a love song about a soldier in Vietnam coming back to the US to see his family and his love. Cuz I was like why would a song about traveling be so important to Marie and George but then I was like oh it’s probably a love song about coming home to your partner and family after being away for a while, and obviously the Vietnam war was the major conflict going on when they were growing up so.

#killer frequency #fanfiction #marie campbell #george barrow

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greenhousethree · 10 months

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Masterlist

Welcome! Grab yourself some dragon-hide gloves and a pair of earmuffs. All stories listed below can be found on AO3, and occasionally in other places. For recommendations, search this blog for #fic recs, or feel free to ask!

🌳 Multi-Chapter:

‣ Chasing (WIP) - Ginny Weasley POV. Post-war navigation of life, career, and identity (playlist)

🌿 One-Shot:

‣ Good Enough - Arthur POV, Fifteen 100-word drabbles for his daughter ‣ Harbor - Bill and Fleur post-wedding, DH missing moment ‣ Judas (WIP) - Percy POV, DH missing moment ‣ Defiance - Neville POV, Hogwarts, DH missing moment ‣ Surrender - Ginny POV, Hogwarts, DH missing moment (⚠ Dark) ‣ Standard Operating Procedure - Gred and Forge slice of life, DH missing moment ‣ Exodus - Molly POV, evacuating the Burrow, DH missing moment ‣ Clocks - Charlie POV, the Burrow, post-war musings ‣ In Search of an Oak - Hinny, post-war reunion, songfic ‣ Coming Up for Air - Hinny, late night talks, post-war (1/3) ‣ Like Circles on Water - Harry&Hermione, post-battle healing (2/3) ‣ Drowning - Hinny, late night soul-baring, spring '98 (3/3) ‣ Bookends - Bill and Ginny, coming-of-age and grief, summer '98 ‣ Career Advice (Revisited) - Hinny, the Burrow, summer '98 ‣ Flour, Butter, Sugar, Salt - Harry POV, Weasley post-war Christmas ‣ twenty-two - Hinny seaside holiday, quarter-life crisis, summer '02 ‣ A Soft Place to Land- Hinny, pre-epilogue slice of life (⚠ NSFW)

🌱 Microfic:

‣ Withered - Hinny slices of life (ft. special plant cameo) ‣ Fear - Golden Trio, post-war Hinny fluff ‣ Goodbye - Ginny&Neville, GoF missing moment ‣ Today (In Search of an Oak) - One-shot precursor, post-battle Hinny reunion ‣ Forbidden - Neville POV, forest vibes, DH missing moment

🍃Headcanon and Meta:

‣ Gin and Nev... A Friendship Forged in Fire ‣ Population in the Wizarding World

(Artwork by clevergull on DeviantArt)

#ao3 #writing #fanfic #harry potter

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hismourningflower · 2 months

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revival from the dead because i noticed i’m insanely close to 200 followers and i’m hosting a poll for copium because what the fuck do yall want from me? /j

#yappin a lot #🐱💥 <- me #kaboom #i hate to break it jing yuan AND wriothesley couldn’t stop me #convince me otherwise albedo would encourage it #treats me like a scientific experiment :3 #kai.txt #© thexianzhoujade

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dianneking · 1 year

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Fanfiction Masterlist

Mainly in the Gwendoline Christie fandom & adjacent.

Requests are open, but I am slow at writing, so it might take a while to get to it.

You can also find most of my fics on my AO3 profile, DragonMist.

Ongoing weekly writing challenge masterpost.

Collections: 10 Days of Gwen Goodbyes (100-word angsty drabbles with Gwendoline Christie’s main characters)

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Larissa/Reader

- Entwined Destinies - Oneshot, gn! Reader is an empath and a teacher |Tumblr Also on AO3

- Intoxicated - Two-shot, gn! Reader is a vampire and a teacher. Drunkennes, angst and drama |Part 1 - Part 2 Also on AO3

- Dangerous Games - Oneshot, gn!Reader is not jealous. Larissa tries to prove them wrong. Angst. | On Tumblr and AO3

- Nightmares - Fluff & Comfort fic, established relationship | also on AO3

- She - Songfic based on Dodie's song, angst, larissa x Librarian!Reader - also on AO3

- I wish I knew (you wanted me) - Oneshot, mutual pining. Larissa announces her engagement, Reader thinks something’s off| also on AO3

-Loving You (Amandoti) - Sad! Angst, hurt no comfort. Songfic. Larissa’s wife waits for her on their anniversary, but Larissa won’t come home | also on AO3

-Breaking the Silence - Angst with a happy ending, Hurt/Comfort. R! wants answers. | also on AO3

- The Affair - Morally Ambiguous Larissa x Teacher Reader. Multichapter. | Also on AO3

Larissa/Marilyn|Laurel

- Surprising Like Good Coffee On A Bad Day- Longfic (30k+ words), coffee-shop AU, slow burn, COMPLETE! | Only on AO3

-Jealousy (I Could Be A Better Boyfriend Than Him) One-Shot, Angst, Jealous!Larissa | also on AO3

- SOS One-Shot, Fluff, Flustered Larissa| also on AO3

- All in her head One-shot Post-canon Fix-it. Laurel is visited in the hospital by Larissa | also on AO3.

- The Disease - Hanahaki trope with not-really-unrequited love b/t Laurel and Larissa | also on AO3.

Morticia/Larissa

- Shapes of Love - Longfic AU (SW!Larissa x RichWidow!Morticia), COMPLETED | Only on AO3

Marilyn/Reader/Larissa

- Between Them (There is no Space)- Two-shot, angst and feels. | Tumblr Part I Part II Also on AO3

Marilyn/Reader

- Secret Admirer - Oneshot, Ungendered Reader, Angst, jealous Marilyn and protective parental figure Larissa. From an anon request | also on AO3

- In Sickness - Minishot, slice of life. Marilyn takes care of sick SO reader | On Tumblr only.

- Running yourself to the ground - Oneshot, Hurt/comfort, Platonic. TW: Self harm | On Tumblr only.

- Spa Night - Oneshot, Fluff | On Tumblr

Larissa/Morticia/Gomez

- First Evening Back - Oneshot, short fic, angsty polyamory negotiations, feels. | Only on AO3

- Larissa’s Gloomy Summer - Multichapter fic. 19k words| Polyamory negotiations, quirky with feelings. | COMPLETED | on AO3 only.

Brienne of Tarth/ Reader (Game of Thrones)

- Unrelenting Love - Songfic to Madeline by Kiki Rockwell, Epic Love | also on AO3

- It’s not too late if we’re alive - WWII AU oneshot where Brienne is an officer, R is a nurse,,and they are former lovers | also on AO3

-On The Seashore - Queerplatonic Prompt Fic - Brienne and R are adventurers together and there’s talk of settling down | also on AO3

- The Bet - Bookshop AU - Fluff and Angst with a happy ending | also on AO3

Miranda Hilmarson (Top of the Lake: China Girl)

- Hold me (I need to cry) - Robin Griffin x Miranda Hilmarson. Robin realizes her feelings for Miranda and breaks down into her arms | also on AO3

- The Set-Up - Miranda x Reader | Mutual pining, idiots in love | also on AO3

- In Her Arms - Robin x Miranda. Prompt: Queerplatonic Relationship. Angst and Fluff. | also on AO3

Captain Phasma x Reader (Star Wars)

- -Curiosity killed the cat - ...and satisfaction brought her back | two-shot NSFW smut | Only on Tumblr

- Daddy's girl | NSFW smut, sugar daddy Phasma | also on Ao3

Lucifer Morningstar (The Sandman)

- Stranger in the Park | Lucifer x Reader post-breakup hurt/comfort fic| on AO3

Rare Pairings & No Pairings

- Paradise - Larissa Weems/Valerie Kinbott - Fluffy angst - Valerie finds Larissa dancing in her office | also on AO3

- Unscrupolous - Laurel Gates/ Sheriff Galpin - Darkfic, Emotional Manipulation. | only on AO3

- Time, and other hazy concepts - adult Wednesday / Larissa Weems | Weird, stream of consciousness fic | also on AO3

- The Painter (Larissa Weems Snippet) - super short ficlet focused on Larissa’s past as a model for a painter. TW: Drug use mentions, off-screen death.| Only on Tumblr.

- New Teacher in Town (Larissa Weems x Melissa Schemmenti) | Crossover Wednesday/Abbott Elementary. | Mel is the new hire in Nevermore. Larissa has some issues with it.| also on AO3

- Happy Birthday, Blondie! (Larissa x Melissa) | Crossover Wednesday/Abbott Elementary. | Also on AO3

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Requests for Larissa, Marilyn, Laurel, Morticia (with potential Reader mixed in) fanfictions are open! Here are my rules/ what I'm not comfortable writing. Also, know that I write excruciatingly slowly, so it might take a while for me to get your request out.

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sweetsncandies · 10 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: モブサイコ100 | Mob Psycho 100 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hanazawa Teruki & Kageyama "Mob" Shigeo, Hanazawa Teruki & Kageyama Ritsu Characters: Hanazawa Teruki, Hanazawa Teruki's Mother, Kageyama "Mob" Shigeo, Kageyama Ritsu Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Sickfic, Fever, Abandonment, Hopeful Ending, Canon Compliant, Angst, actual dialogues from episodes, Song: Nobody (Mitski), Inspired by a Mitski Song, Songfic Series: Part 2 of Teru angst series Summary:

All he could do is sigh in defeat.

"What can I say?" He looked at the clouds above, rain pouring lightly. "I lost in every way possible."

#mp100 #mob psycho 100 #teruki hanazawa #mp100 teruki #hurt/comfort #angst with a happy ending #sickfic #songfic #angst #mp100 teru #mp100 mob #mp100 ritsu #ritsu kageyama #shigeo kageyama #mp100 fic #candy's library

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cinnamonshay · 2 years

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Through the Ghost— Team Black

songfic inspired by though the ghost by shinedown

(Part two to All The Consequences)

soves - fly

(not 100% sure where I’m going with this story but I have some wild ideas, more or less a filler, there will be a part three)

part one , part two

taglist: @lyannastarkweather @m00n5t0n3 @allamericanuniverse @lilithskywalker

word count; 957

“The world will never know you like I do,”

Aemond’s eye held only bitter agony as Vhagar’s landing rumbled through the island as he dismounted, his silver hair lay flat against his shoulders, dark circles under his spiritless eye and his black eyepatch.

“Soves, Vhagar.” He monotonously bid the dragon, dropping his sword in the sand as he stepped forward, the guards waiting for the dragon to fly a safe distance away, although she remained upon the island, before surrounding him, he was marched at sword-point to the throne room where Rhaenyra and her sons were gathered, Jacaerys noticed the numb look on Aemond’s face, and he was the first to react, “Where is my sister? Where is Y/N!?” Jace’s voice was panic-stricken as he questioned Aemond, eyes searching for any answer, Rhaenyra bid the guards to disarm, and gently shooed Jace out of her way as she stepped in between the two men, standing directly in front of Aemond.

“Aemond.. Where is my daughter? Has something happened?” She questioned softly, fear filling her heart as he refused to look at her.

` Everything that mattered is just a city of dust `

Aemond choked back a sob, his composure and numbed façade ripped away from him in the face of his half-sister, the mother of his beloved, the woman who his deceased wife had gotten both her eye color and smile from. And Rhaenyra recoiled, “Tell me what has happened!” She demanded, as terror raced through her veins, she had not seen her daughter but twice after her wedding to Aemond. “I couldn’t save her, I couldn’t stop Vha-” he stopped, and reached his hand out, the firelight glinting on steel in his hand as he pressed the Valyrian steel necklace into Rhaenyra’s hand, drawing a ttremulous breath, “It is my fault, you are free to exact your revenge upon me.” He finished, finally forcing himself to meet Rhaenyra’s eyes as he shook, tears falling from his eye, and the pain of looking at your mother in the aftermath of what had occured, the guilt that shredded what small fragmented pieces of his heart that remained.

Rhaenyra braced herself upon the table with one shaking hand, her eyes shut tightly as a tear escaped and fell down her cheek. Lucerys was crying uncontrollably, “I will kill you for this!” Jacaerys shouted, rushing towards him before Rhaenyra shouted, “That is ENOUGH!” the fury in her shaking voice stopping Jace in his tracks as he looked at her in angry confusion,

“Enough blood has been spilled this day, I will not let heartbreak and impulse drive our decisions. Stay your hand unless I give the command.” Rhaenyra reprimanded her eldest son. “Y/N would not have wanted his death.”

` I can’t see you anymore `

Rhaenyra had Lucerys escort Aemond to a room, her face was blank, not betraying her thoughts as she told Aemond she must speak to her sons before making a decision.

“I heard you, you know.” Luc spoke softly, his eyes still trained on the floor as he lead Aemond through the maze of halls, “-trying to control Vhagar I mean. She is a warrior’s dragon though and she could never have known you didn’t wish death upon all who stood against you. Visenya was not known for her peace...” he trailed off for a second before continuing, "All I meant is I know you never would have intentionally harmed my sister.” Aemond barely heard the mumbles, but he managed to catch it, Aemond managed to release a shuddering exhale, as he stopped walking behind Lucerys, the window he stood in front of had Y/N Velaryon , Lucerys Velaryon , and Jacaerys Velaryon etched into stone of the window sill. He traced your name with his fingers as Lucerys held a bittersweet smile at the sight. “I wish it had been me.. I wish I had never taken to the skies. I would have her still by my side. And I cannot continue this war at my family’s side without sacrificing her memory. I swore no harm would come to her brothers at my hand.” Aemond spoke, his voice the weakest he had let it be since he the day he lost his eye.

` I used to wake up to the color of your soul `

Luc hesitantly wrapped his arms around Aemond, feeling him tense at the hug. “Your mistakes are not mine to forgive, but for what I can, I do. As I know Y/N would have.” Luc’s eyes were still red from the tears he had shed, but he vowed to live up to his sister, she had always been more or less a peaceable woman. She had carried all her strength in the way she loved.

Aemond’s heart burned as he drowned in guilt, here was his nephew who not two days ago he had threatened and chased through the skies, ending in his sister’s death, forgiving him and treating him with a sympathy he was sure he did not deserve. “Thank you, nephew.” was all he managed to answer with, his voice thickened with emotions, as his mind ran rampant, how could they be as evil as his mother had sworn, he had surely believed it after the loss of his eye, and yet he knew if it had been Helaena’s murderer confessing to his mother, his family would have them tortured to their death, immediately, regardless of what Helaena’s wishes might have been, and yet Rhaenyra valued her daughter’s memory above all else. If roles had been reversed Aegon would not be consoling the guilty party, nor would Aemond have. It spoke volumes to what his father had tried ceaselessly to impart upon his family. Forgiveness and tranquility in the face of darkness.

` Not a single lesson was learned `

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