Hello, so I've been writing more, yay? LOL! Ok, so now that I've gotten into the groove of writing I've decided to make a master list.
DON'T HESITATE TO MAKE A REQUEST! REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN! Just shoot me an inbox or an ask! Anonymous asks are always expectable!
Hannibal Masterlist
Henry Cavill Masterlist
Stranger Things Masterlist
Second Masterlist
I'D LIKE TO POINT OUT THAT ALL FANFICTIONS ON THIS LIST WERE CREATED UNDER MY OLD ACCOUNT NAME AND HAVE THE OLD MASTERLINK ATTACHED TO THE WORK. SO, KEEP IN MIND YOU WILL NEED TO GO BACK RATHER THAN JUST CLICKING ON THE MASTERLINK OPTION IN THE WRITTEN WORK. ANY REBLOGS OF THIS MASTERLIST HAVE OLD LINKS IN THEM AND WILL TAKE YOU TO SOME OTHER SITE. PLEASE SEEK OUT THE ORIGINAL LIST AND NOT THE REBLOGGED LIST.
Other works below the cut
Scream (1996 Movie)
ON HIATUS!!! Stu Macher Silly Crush Series Chap. 1 | Chap. 2 | Chap. 3 | Chap. 4 | Chap. 5 | Chap. 6
Billy Loomis - Mine - Imagine
Randy Meeks - Randy's Car - Anon Request NSFW - SMUT
The Punisher (Netflix)
ON HIATUS!!! Billy Russo New Job Series Chap. 1 | Chap. 2 | Chap. 3 NSFW - SMUT
Billy Russo: Want To Try That Again - Imagine
Billy Russo - Making Billy Russo Panic - Imagine
Billy Russo - Billy Russo Having A Daddy Moment - Imagine
Billy Russo - Billards - Imagine
Billy Russo - Late Night - Imagine
Billy Russo - Mute Button - Imagine
Billy Russo - The Voicemail
Billy Russo - Uncle Billy Russo - Request
Billy Russo - Confusion
Billy Russo - Truly Impressed - Anon Event Request
The Boys
Billy Butcher - Joy Ride - Event Request - NSFW - SMUT
Billy Butcher - Size Matters? - Anon Event Request
Billy Butcher - LIAR! | LIAR! pt. 2 - Anon Event Request
Hughie Campbell - Learning Curve - Request
Movies
Invisible Man - Know Your Place (NSFW) - Adrian Griffin - Request NSFW - SMUT
The Cotton Club - Swooning Over Dixie Dwyer - Dixie Dwyer - Request - NSFW - SMUT
Prisoners - Quiet Game - Detective David Loki - Event Request NSFW - SMUT
Heathers - Sexy Chaos - Jason Dean - Event Request NSFW - SMUT
Heathers - Stockholm Syndrome - Jason Dean - Event Request NSFW - Light Smut & Violence
“Gold looks beautiful on you.” He purred, dipping closer to add, “Though I so do miss those blood red eyes.”
“Varré…I don’t want to hurt you.” She swallowed, “I never did.”
His yellow eyes narrowed, “You took everything from me. Cruel little thing.”
The Lady paled a bit under that porcelain mask, haunted. An internal struggle shown in her golden eyes, a signal-fire of sorts to the surgeon. Not wanting to squander his seemingly upper hand he continued, slipping back into softer tones, “But I forgive you.”
He caught her hand in his gloved one, hers now much larger. He looked over her gold flecked skin for a moment with the scrutiny of someone that knew all the sickening details of the body. Without looking up to meet her gaze he mused, voice wistful, “Had I known, the same body that I had the privilege of touching would rebirth our Lord..I would of showed you the proper reverence.”
The tarnished pulled away from him, voice low, “That was a long time ago, a moment of weakness…”
“Yes, you are a wife and mother now.” He smiled, “A god!” Varré took the Lady’s chin, tipping her face closer, “Tell me. Does a god fall prey to the same weaknesses as us meager mortals?”
His voice was a honeyed sweetness, as always, but under all that was a hinting threat.
So instead, like the geniuses they are, they decide to push it along the floor back to the living room.
“Are you sure this isn’t going to wake anyone up?” Cole looks at Kai, and then back to the bench. It’s making a horrible scraping noise against the floor that would make anyone’s ears hurt.
“Yeah, I’m sure. Nya could sleep through Garmadon’s next invasion, Lloyd is on the other end of the monastery, and Zane-”
“And Zane is what?” An icy voice cuts across. The two of them both freeze. Cole turns around to see Zane standing in the doorway of his room, hands on his hips.
“Ah shit. We’re doomed.” Kai mutters under his breath.
“I heard that Kai,” Zane snaps. “And what, pray tell me, do you think you’re doing? 2am is not an appropriate time to be moving furniture.”
1983, skipping along the road in your grandma’s boots
The girl smiled a smile full of subtle charm, her eyes scanned her surroundings, filled with houses and trees, with cars of different unique colors that urged her to run her hands over the polished metal.
Who was she though? If you asked the kids of the neighborhood, you would think of her as a withering sensation of unavoidably boredom. A stream of small talk.
How one perceives someone is different though, and even though she knew how her perception of herself wouldn’t change others views, she liked to think of herself as a person of a steady babble talk and laughter.
All perceptions were a vague jumble of chaotic impressions. Yet all the magic of youth and joy of life was in her.
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unedited 🥺 inspired by a playlist my friend made me 💕
Why am I a human that falls for a guy's slightly larger front teeth before I fall for his arms and muscles, why do I fall for the scars on their arms and ask about the stories about burnmarks before I ask about their phonenumber? Why am I more attracted to their ability to tell about their insecurities and fears than to hear how much they can run or lift or swim? And how do I make it stop..
For the thing is, I'm aware it doesn't happen back. No one sees me recklessly twirling my hair around my fingertips or softly nippling my fingertips when I am nervous and find it attractive, or falls in love with the mole above my belly button.
And it makes them scared that I am different. It scares me too.
