#yet another fic

[simplyzeeka]

Who do y'all think go with who?🧐

Coming soon.

@blyffe @peachbutterfly-blog @browngirldominion @blackmoonchilee @megamindsecretlair @mogul93 @earthchica @nayaesworld @zillasvilla @onherereading

[tashi-kitsune]

Ok all in the Kylux fandom.

I wrote yet another thing.

Yes it IS another werewolf Kylo/Human Hux fuck fic but honestly who cares. Can never have to many of those.

Anyways as usual was very high writing this so please be nice to me. I think I write great smut this way.

Yet another werewolf fic no one asked for (4936 words) by TashiKitsune Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Armitage Hux/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren Characters: Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Armitage Hux Additional Tags: Werewolf Kylo Ren, Human Armitage Hux, they have issues, Rimming, Anal Fingering, Anal Fisting, Knotting, No Beta, we die like men here Summary: Hux and Kylo get in a huge a fight right before they are to go get lost in the woods. When Kylo doesn't return Hux decides to go get lost in the woods on his own. But when things go bump in the night, Hux is scared without his werewolf boyfriend to protect him. But little does he know Hux just may get his wish.

[jinderellas-castle]

𝓛𝓪 𝓥𝓲𝓮 𝓮𝓷 𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓮 (𝓙. 𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓴𝓸𝓸𝓴) 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 2

So this seems to be one of my more popular fics so i decided to update this one first I hope everyone who reads it enjoys <3 and if anyone would like to be tagged for future parts just let me know <33

Part 1 || Masterlist

L/n = last name Y/n = your name

“Yo Jungkook, her eyes are up there.” Jimin said, covering his giggles with the back of his hand, only to get in trouble with big daddy Namjoon. Jungkook on the other hand, was feeling very shy, a shallow blush going from his neck all the way to the tip of his ears. He left out a small cough escape his lips because of the embarrassment and mistakenly looked at L/n who was also covering her mouth as a small giggle left her rose colored lips. Her laugh was beautiful to Jungkook, like music to his ears.

“I’ll lead you all to our classroom,” she said sweetly before motioning for the kids to follow behind her as she began to walk back down the hallway they came from. The members and camera crew followed behind, fixing their outfits and talking about how adorable the kids are.

“Well I think Jungkook thinks someone other than the kids are cute,” Hoseok teased, causing Jimin and Taehyung to laugh along with him. The maknae just shook his head ands started to walk faster than the rest of the members in an attempt to escape their non stop teasing because of a small misunderstanding But it seems that Jungkook had begun to his own grave; in his attempt to escape, he ended up walking right next to L/n.

“Oh hello,” she said with a smile, a smile that Jungkook would soon learn to love and grow fond of.

“Hey I’m sorry about before I- it was just- I was looking at your shirt not your…” Jungkook mentally cursed himself for sounding so stupid and decided it was best for him to just shut up and just wait to go back home. But when a small laugh left her mouth Jungkook couldn’t help but feel like he did something right.

“It’s okay don’t worry about it,” L/n said as she unlocked the door to the classroom. Jungkook nodded with a small smile and waited for L/n and her students to enter the class room before entering.

The classroom was quite small and smelled faintly of lavender, flowers decorated the window sills and there was art made by the students all over the walls. The floor was made of a colored mat to make a rainbow pattern, and over by L/n’s desk was a small bowl with an even smaller fish swimming around the decorated bowl.

L/n instructed for the kids to help her push the desks to make more room for their visitors and they all seemed to start moving at once, pushing the desks to the corner of the room and then sitting against their cubbies all laughing and playing together like one big happy family.

After the kids settled down and L/n took a seat by her desk, the members and the camera crew began setting everything up. While the rest of the members were excited to entertain the children who sat waiting for them, Jungkook was excited to sing for L/n.

The performance was short to say the least, with very little room to do any intricate dance moves or anything of the like. They sang songs such as Dynamite and Boy With Luv; songs that would keep the kids entertained. And they were surely entertained, getting up and jumping and dancing in their spots, singing along to the lyrics they could remember. L/n also enjoyed the show, clapping and cheering in her seat as the boys performed.

Once the performance was over, the camera crew began to work on cleaning up their supplies, and as they did that the members interacted with the children, talking with them and signing autographs for them to take home with them.

“Hey Y/n can you step outside for a second? I have a question about this lesson plan,” Jungkook’s ears perked up, and he looked towards the door. There stood another lady, holding a stack of papers in her hand. At first Jungkook was curious about who Y/n was. But after L/n stood up and excused herself from the room it seemed pretty evident as to who Y/n was.

Soon enough, it was time for them to leave, and Y/n was still not back yet. The members didn’t want to leave the children by themselves, so they opted to stay for a little longer. Shortly after the camera crew was finished packing everything up, Y/n came back into the room, apologizing for her leaving so suddenly, but the members assured her it was okay and said their goodbyes as they started to file out of the room.

But Jungkook stayed behind, he wanted to do something that he probably should not do. He could get in trouble for it, but to be honest, he really didn’t mind. After the rest of the members left the room Y/n noticed that Jungkook was still here and began to ask if there was a problem or anything she could help him with, but Jungkook cut her short.

“Could I possibly have your number?” He asked, looking her in the eyes with all the confidence he could muster. Y/n’s eyes were blown wide and the whole class went quiet, as the kids watched intently because they’re nosy little fucks. Now it was Y/n’s turn to blush as she looked around with an evident blush on her face.

“I don’t really know, it’s not very professional of me to do so,” Y/n said quietly, although she reached for her phone in her pocket and pulled it out, opening the contact app and handing Jungkook the phone with a small smile on her face. “But I guess it can be our secret.”

Jungkook smiled as he put his number into her phone. With one final goodbye he hurried out of the room before anyone came looking for him and teased him any farther. He saw the rest of the group talking amongst themselves in the main entrance, and once they saw Jungkook run up to them they began making their way out to the limo.

“So what did ya talk about with Ms. L/n?” Jimin asked, wiggling his eyebrows at him as he got in the limo, grabbing a water out of the cooler.

“Oh nothing I just went to the bathroom,” Jungkook said, using the first lie his mind could come up with. Unfortunately for him, he was trying to lie to someone who has lived with him for over seven years, and it would not be that easy to fool him. Rolling his eyes, Jungkook sat down next to Suga and leaned against the door as he opened his phone, waiting for a message or even a call from Y/n.

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I seriously love the song la vie en rose its so good, and the cover i listen to is by chloe moriondo shes vry talented k bye <3

[lovingzombiechaos]

The Mulligan

Why do I do this shit to myself? Why, why, why?

The Mulligan Yet another Nayna fic because I am uncreative as fuck and she’s my baby.  Prologue Word Count: 1071 Summary: It’s a surprise!

Also, lemme know if you want to be tagged pls NAYNA She’d been around enough dead bodies and sat in on enough autopsies that the smell of the dead shouldn’t have bothered her. And usually it didn’t. But today, it overwhelmed her. Granted she was standing down wind and the stench of a thousand rotting corpses in the midsummer heat wafted over her, a noxious, overripe smell that set her stomach to rolling.

Searching through her bag for anything to cut through the smell, she sighed as she came up with nothing. No Vicks Vapor rub, no rubbing alcohol, nothing. Negan had taken it all. The only things she had left in her bag were a few cotton bandages she and Maggie made themselves, a pair of ‘utility panties’ as Negan called them, a few crackers and strips of dried venison, some twine, boot shine and a bottle of water. She supposed she could wrap the bandages around her face, but that wouldn’t cut out much of the stench and frankly it would just irritate her.

Nayna carefully picked her way down the rocky hill, taking care to aim every step just so. She stopped and slung her bow over her shoulder before continuing down, gripping trees and branches for support. Eventually, she would reach the river, where she could refill her water and gather her bearings. It would be dark soon and she had to start heading back to Alexandria.

Bitterness flooded through her heart, knowing she would be going back empty handed. Though her own stomach growled, she couldn’t help but think of how thin Judith had gotten, even though herself, Michonne, Rick and even Carl all scrapped their plates for her.

There were no dandelions, no mulberry bushes, no random patches of wild blackberries or strawberries. She didn’t know enough to pick out random plants to eat. Maybe she could catch a fish, if she was lucky. Nayna had never been adept at fishing, and she cursed herself for not learning. Hell, her whole fucking family was redneck enough to eat the animals they shot, and yet it took her until the end of the world to learn her hunting and tracking skills.

As she plotted out her next course of action, she slid down the hill a little more than she anticipated. She grabbed wildly for a branch and snagged the first one she could.

“Fuck,” she said to herself with a shaky breath. “I almost—”

The branch snapped. The moments between the breaking tree limb and her losing her footing seemed to stretch out into an eternity. It was then she realized exactly how high up she still was and exactly how steep the incline was. When she did begin to fall, it was in slow motion, as if it were a movie. She felt like she was watching someone else fly down the hill, feet first.

All the way down she scrabbled for something to hold on to, only coming up with handfuls of pine needles and dirt. When her heel smashed into a rock, she was jolted back into her own body as a sharp juttering pain thundered up her leg. Without thinking, she shifted her body, so she slid sideways down the hill, crying out as her side and back scrapped along every rock and every tree root.   At the bottom she landed with a hard thump. There was a pop, followed by excruciating pain in her spine. She lay completely still for a moment, gasping through the pain, eyes watering and fingers tingling.

“Fuck,” she whispered again, though this time her voice came out hoarse and stilted.

Everything hurt. Breathing hurt. Her teeth chattering as rushes of cold washed over her, hurt. Even moving her eyes back and forth across the darkening sky hurt her head.

Panic set in as she realized she couldn’t feel her toes, and then more panic when she realized she couldn’t’ even lift her head to look at her toes. Oh god, she fell harder than she thought.

Calm the fuck down, doll. You don’t know the extent of the damage yet. Stop being a fucking baby and run through everything.

A hysterical laugh escaped her, as she heard Negan’s voice in her head. His commanding voice, even though it was just in her imagination, calmed her down enough for her to take inventory and relay just the facts.

She knew for sure she could feel the dirt and rocks under her shoulders and under her fingers, but moving her fingers hurt just as bad as breathing. She could taste the metallic tang of blood on her tongue, and she could smell the forest air. Okay, so she couldn’t feel her toes, but then again she felt her heel and the jabbing pains. So that wasn’t so bad, was it? Her hips moved, based on the sounds coming from underneath her. The last hint of rationality told her that her panicked mode was making her miss little details. Like the blood dripping from the corner of her mouth. Or the odd angle of the leg she couldn’t quite see. Once those details registered she truly began to grow alarmed.

The more she told herself not to panic, the harder her heart hammered and the louder that little voice in her head screamed about her death. Breathing became ever more difficult as she tried to stave off an anxiety attack.

Tears trickled down her face, and she couldn’t even move to wipe them away. Her wild thoughts turned to Rick and the things she never said to him. The things she never would get to say to him. So many regrets. So much pain. The idea of death scared her less than the idea that she would never see Rick or Carl or Judith or anyone at Alexandria ever again.

She would never even see Negan again. Nayna couldn’t quite place her finger on why that bothered her so much, but it made her heart ache in a way that Rick didn’t.

There were so many things she wished she had done. So many things she wish she could do over.

Slowly, everything began to fade to black. She wasn’t sure if it was night or death settling in at first. But the pain began to seep from her body and she understood the truth and closed her eyes. Sleep would be the end. She only hoped they would find her body before it was too late. @kinkozan @vizhi0n @theonethatgotaway213 @bestfriendsbirthdayparty @negans-network

[clericalsunshine]

A Stitch in Time

My good friend @kmarsimms and I just started writing a nygmobblepot AU.

tailor!Oswald and hitman!Edward

I cannot wait to start sharing it all with you!

[gaysupersoldiers]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Young Avengers, House of M, Marvel, The Runaways Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Teddy Altman/Billy Kaplan Characters: Teddy Altman, Billy Kaplan, Tommy Shepherd, Lorna Dane, Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff, Vision, Jonas (Vision), Victor Mancha, Chase Stein, Molly Hayes, Nico Minoru, Erik Lehnsherr, Kate Bishop, Cassie Lang, America Chavez Additional Tags: Criminal AU, FBI AU, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Temporary Amnesia Summary:

Agent Theodore Altman has been chasing an unknown criminal for most of his professional career. He feels like he's closing in on the culprit when things go horribly wrong.

Months later, he is being wooed by a mysterious man who seems familiar. The only problem is that Teddy can't remember the last five years of his life.

[curiostratus-blog]

[Silver Yogi/Yogi - Will you remember?]

Note: I refer to silver Yogi as "Gi" in here because well... it's really confusing to tell them apart otherwise. And I'm so uncreative with names, and yeah. :< (-bows in apology-)

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Yogi finds himself asleep, leaning against a pile of rock in the recesses of an abandoned clearing he’d long forgotten the name of. He can tell it had been raining here earlier; the mushy, brown ground cushions each hesitant step he takes towards the menace slumbering soundly away.

The frightful man looks at ease with his eyes and guard down—almost like him, minus the silver-white hair and sober, maniacal grin. But he’s afraid of him. Afraid of this look-alike and the hold he has on his mind—and body. Afraid of what he wants – needs – to say to him, how he may refuse the meager, though sincere, apology he has to offer. Gi had never seemed like a very forgiving person, after all.

“That’s not my name.”

The abrupt words are hissed out, in his own voice with just a slight difference in tenor, and it drips with unconcealed annoyance. Yogi starts, violet orbs widening as he looks down into the now-opened eyes of his ‘twin’, a mirror image of his features reflected back on Gi’s face. Except for that uncharacteristic, venomous frown – Yogi would never dare let something so vicious, so hostile, grace his lips – and those locks of silvery hair, the man glaring back at him is so obviously… him.

“What?”

Yogi blinks, closing the last step between them. He hovers over the insouciant figure on the ground, feels his feet sink slightly into the moist dirt. Even though the rain has already passed, he can feel the light drizzling afterimage; tickling dewdrops suspended in midair, they swirl around his body as delicately as the emotions stirring within his heart.

The rising bitterness of that feeling pricks him deeply. With the sun still eclipsed by icy cirrus clouds, in the sky, in this mind shrouded by locked cell doors he is never ever close to accessing, the subconscious dwelling place of his other self, Yogi is suddenly filled with fear.

…But of what?

There is no answer.

Only the wind dares to infringe upon this sacred stillness, lifting one, two strands of soft hair across his face. And it must be the horrible shading from the clouds above them, making him see things, distorting his vision, because Yogi abruptly finds himself looking down at a shocking head of blond, not silver, hair—Gi’s. Finds himself gazing through a veil of silver, not blond, locks—his own beautiful, twinkling silver locks.

But that can’t be right.

That can’t be—

‘Me?

That can’t be… yourself?

But – isn’t it?’

The thoughts are but mere whispers. Drifting smoothly across a wasteland of jumbled words, images, and emotions. They aren’t his.

Those soft murmured words with a foreign feel to them, they freeze him in place. Something dark and frighteningly obscure flashes in Gi’s eyes, and for a second, the air thins. The world, and the sky, and the towering mountain of rocks, his mind, all fade into the background. There is only this—this person here. Could it be that his twin had actually heard him? Could he actually… remember him? Yogi stills for a heart wrenching eternity; on tip-toe, holding his breath, he doesn’t dare think anything else. He doesn’t feel as if he can hide his true feelings anymore if he thinks.

Because it’s warm…?

It’s so warm...

“I said,” Gi finally mutters, snapping Yogi out of his inner turmoil. The strange look disappears, and Yogi is promptly reminded of their present conversation. “That word. It’s not my name. It’s ugly. Don’t ever call me that again.” Slouched stiffly against the damp collection of rubble, the silver haired man stretches long, discreet fingers toward the weapon on his right. His eyes never leave Yogi’s. “I’m not some stupid, halved thing named ‘Gi’… I’m Yogi.”

It’s childish – and the high, whiny pitch in his tone makes him wince – but Yogi can’t help but retort, “No, I’m Yogi!” He flushes, but presses on excitably at his counterpart’s eye roll, “We can’t both be ‘Yogi’. It would be really confusing if we were…”

Gi’s eyes are solemn, cold, with just a touch of dementia when he whispers, “But we are.”

He watches as the blond haired idiot he unfortunately shares a body with crosses his arms in a spluttered denial.

“But! We’re not...? You... you’re—you. You’re, you’re someone… else. And I’m… me?”

Yogi trails off, frowning. His distressed expression might have made Gi laugh, if he wasn’t so struck by surprise as the blond carelessly, unconsciously, plops down next to him. It must have been an instinctive movement because Yogi doesn’t seem fazed at all—like he normally is.

It’s unsettling. He wants to move away, but finds himself stilling, perhaps even drawing nearer to this kindred spirit he constantly has to protect. The experience is oddly vitalizing, and his body, so bored and lonely from years and years of solitude, refuses to lose any semblance of connection with another person. They had never been this close before, not in this way. Not since that incident with the cat girl, and even then, he remembers how Yogi had stood a few cautious feet from him, ever wary.  

Now he’s curious.

“So why are you here?” The silver-haired man turns to face his still babbling, flustered self. He leans his head to the side. “And how did you get here?”

He can’t ever think of an instance where Yogi – his blond, happy-go-lucky persona – has dared to venture into the caverns of their discombobulated mind in order to seek him out. And it’s especially shocking—give how this place is ensconced in the most secluded, the most protected, recesses of his memory. Gi wonders, with a rueful sneer on his face, if Yogi even knows where they are, the significance of this desolate field, forever cloaked in clouds which fade in and out, just like the thoughts in his head, the images that will never truly leave. He wonders if Yogi can taste the scent of blood in the air, see the severed heads lolling around in the grass somewhere near them.

“I-I don’t really know how I got here… I think I fell asleep after taking medication from Akari-san, and I just automatically ended up in this clearing.” 

Yogi shakes his head helplessly, and the scarce light from the sun refracts the pure gold in this hair.

“As for why… Well, that weird conversation with Gareki months ago made me have all these strange thoughts, about remembering and not remembering, and it bothered me so much that tonight, when I went to bed, I couldn’t stop thinking about it and…” Deep violet eyes peer into Gi’s own, and regret replaces Yogi’s previous confusion. “I, um, I felt really guilty about something… involving you?, and even though I don’t really know what that ‘something’ is… I think I just, I involuntarily came here to apologize because it just felt so wrong inside and, and I wasn’t happy… because you – didn’t seem happy, and even though I can’t remember exactly what happened, I—I’m really sorry, Gi!”  

The last part, blurted out in one long exhale, in a tone so desperate and pitiful that Gi has to look away from such an earnest, naïve face, is so very, frighteningly— annoying.

His voice is cold when he questions, “Why?”

What reason did Yogi have to feel bad? What right did this blond have to disturb him with something so meaningless?

Why does it even matter, you clueless fool, if you can’t – and won’t – remember any of this after you’re gone?

Gi refuses to admit how much the thought stings him. How it hurts. Every time he goes back into that accursed cell, locked within Yogi like some caged bull lured out by the crimson-stained cloth of blood, watching in seething anger and hollow emptiness as his other self lives their life cheerfully, completely clueless of his existence, it hurts. He – who will forever continue to protect this idiotic blond whenever he approaches the pinnacle of death – is so easily forgotten.

And he wants so badly to be remembered.

To be remembered by him.

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[Tbc.]

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A/N: I actually dedicate this -incomplete- snippet to silveryogi and isumiilde who both gave me important ideas on Yogi's personalities and spurred my enthusiasm so greatly that I stayed up 'til 1 to write this. I swear Yogi will be the death of me. XD

Anyway, this is basically a teaser from something I want to continue (but may not due to flighty muses and all), obviously incomplete, and I had too much fun writing it. Did I ever mention I kinda/sorta/basically ship silver Yogi/Yogi and you can pretty much tell in the fic? 

Yeah.