An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Drops this on the table and scurries back upstairs for another five months.

blake kathryn

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

#extradirty

ellievsbear

Origami Around

Product Placement
Show & Tell

Discoholic 🪩
styofa doing anything
noise dept.

izzy's playlists!
Today's Document

JBB: An Artblog!
YOU ARE THE REASON

⁂
taylor price
sheepfilms
Claire Keane
Not today Justin

if i look back, i am lost
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Spain

seen from Malaysia

seen from Türkiye
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United Kingdom
seen from Germany

seen from United States

seen from Germany
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from Germany

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from Spain

seen from United States
seen from Germany

seen from United States
@wandering-imp-reads
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Drops this on the table and scurries back upstairs for another five months.
Stray Kids Fic Recs: Rare Pairs
Hello, it's been a while! I decided to switch it up and instead of doing a content theme, this rec list will be themed around rare pairs. I love me some Minsung (as most of us do, I assume haha), but if you only read that pairing you'll miss a lot of incredible writing. So, even if you've never read the pairing or you're not sure if you like it, I hope you can give these 10 rare pair fics a chance! And if you want more fic recs, I have a masterlist here.
teeny, tiny surprises
pairing: seo changbin x fem!reader warnings: none, just fluffy cuteness word count: 1.4k synopsis: while on a short holiday vacation, you and changbin wander the quaint shops decked out in all of their christmas glory. note: this is my fic for @hearts4binnie as part of the secret stay event hosted by my loves attie @makeitworse and emmie @emmiesoverthemoon. thank you both for putting this together! hope you all enjoy. :) Masterlist graphics by me @lariesographic
alien!changbin x reader: how it starts
pairing: alien!changbin x reader (fem)
warnings: size kink, unprotected sex (MDNI)(be smart), oral (f receiving), light somnophilia (non negotiated, but consensual), changbin’s massive dong, pet names (baby, princess, sweet girl, sweetheart), the most gentle aftercare ever like gag-worthy, belly bulge, light crying but in the best way!!
a/n: srry this took ages- i am only one freak </3 also, thank you all SO much for 1k followers???? i had to retype that like three times bc i was at 700 when i first made this draft- im so incredibly happy you all like my work ((,:
~Downbad~ Urbain x f!Reader
(now I'm not used to tumblr formatting or writing x reader so please bear with me lol)
TW:some spoilers for the main story, you have been warned
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
• Urbain remembered the first time he met you. It was in the street, and you had just arrived in Lumiose City, and at that moment, he knew he was in for a ride.
• You moving into Hotel Z also didn't help with his steadily growing feelings for you.
• Not that he had a huge crush on you or anything! Just a teeny tiny one! Nothing to be too worried about, as he had assured Lida
• You were just his girl-friend (take note of the hyphen), like Lida was. Anyways, the crush he had on you was nothing major.
• Barely even a crush! Just... Overly thorough admiration for your battling skills and relationship with your pokemon, nothing else!
• (despite the fact he had already imagined growing old with you)
•Sure, he thought you were pretty cute, but that didn't mean much right...?
•He completely ignored that the fact he went to your room in the middle of the night was kinda odd
• And that he stared at you, even when you weren't talking (which was most of the time)
• (and that he got crazy butterflies whenever you smiled at him)
•he was just... Being friendly!
•(extra friendly if you ask me)
• He made it his job to be near you as much as possible, unintentionally, of course.
• And though he may not have noticed how big his crush on you was getting, Naveen and Lida deeeffffinitely did.
• Whenever you were out doing whatever (probably remarkable) things you do, Lida would ask him about you.
•Not that Urbain minded at all, he liked talking about you, and how much you have been improving with battling and everything
•(he kept all thoughts about how gorgeous he thought you were to himself though)
•And the fact that you were brave enough to take on the rust syndicate,(For him, no less!)
• You were so amazing, so sweet and strong and caring.
•(And hot)
•(especially when you were sooo focused on battling, boy were you fineee)
•Who said that????
• And when he saw you all dressed up for the first time, oh boy he got butterflies.
•He finally realized that day, that he was definitely downbad for you
• and he had been since that first day
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
/AN: Okayyyy so how did I do??? First time writing in this style but I don't think it's teeeerrible??? Idk lmk what you think lol
2k Followers Event - Masterlist
The Dolly series (TAGLIST & MASTERLIST) (CLOSED)
THE TAGLIST IS NOW CLOSED!
For everyone who has read my Hyunjin Dolly fic, I'm making this post where you will be able to comment if you want to be added or removed from the taglist to this series.
The series will consist of 9 chapters, each for one individual doll, and they will tie in together in the final chapter. I'd like to clarify that the dollies are posted in a non-linear story.
Taglist & Masterlist under the cut.
hiiii can i request a scenario for shinji hirako with an s/o who is usually not physically affectionate but really loves listening to his heartbeat when feeling stressed or overwhelmed?
Oh this is sweet! I think this would be my first Shinji fic. Thank you for requesting it. I'm going to put it with post-TYBW Shinji.
Summary: Work sucks most days, but getting yelled at for something that's not even your fault? That's even worse. Thankfully Shinji knows just what you need.
TW: This is SFW. Workplace abuse, verbal harassment, mentions of stress and incompetence.
STRAY KIDS ━ Bang Chan
『 ↳✧・゚ SUMMARY: Feeling safe and protected with Chan.
『 ↳✧・゚ WORD COUNT: 1.2k
『 ↳✧・゚ CW: Fluff, pillow talk? (sort of/not really), reassurance.
『 ↳✧・゚ A/N: A little too self indulgent (not romantically). Inspired bc I love napping around my dad while he stays up doing stuff. I just love my dad. Also, I’m seeing SKZ tomorrow!!!
(pictures are not mine. Credits to their respective owners!)
You’re dozing off on the couch. Chan had put on a show on the TV. Your eyes are heavily closing. It was quite early, so there was no real reason for you to be falling asleep. Regardless, if you were tired, you should be sleeping upstairs in your bed, not the couch.
Chan noticed it, so he knelt down in front of you, putting a hand on your cheek. "Baby? Are you really going to fall asleep here? Let me take you to bed."
rafayel misses you.
it's ridiculous, given that you and him occupy the same space. his head has made an imprint upon your lap from how long he has been laying upon it, and your body instinctively curls over his as if to defend him — him, of all creatures — from the big bad things out there in the world.
it's a rare occurence, surely, considering the line of your work, and rafayel knows that he should feel some semblance of gratitude for you— but there is a selfish part of him that wonders why this is so rare. why is it that he should feel grateful that you only occasionally take time off to spend it with him instead of running after wanderer tracks like some headless chicken.
what irks rafayel the most is that even now, your mind is elsewhere; pondering about your next work day, your next course of action in your investigations regarding the aether core, everything in between— but never him.
"do you love me?" he blurts out suddenly.
rafayel hears you hum, and the dappled shade your frame casts over him where he lays upon your lap shifts as you look down at him. there's a soft smile upon your face, though your eyes shine with a glint of curiosity— puzzlement.
"of course i do," you say, as if it were obvious— as if rafayel could feel it.
and he does. he knows it, deep down in his heart and in his soul, that you love him as surely as the wave comes back to shore; you'll always come back to him at the end of the day, and rafayel thinks that it should matter.
it should matter. it should. that's what he tells himself then as he closes his eyes, turning his head to bury it in the soft of your stomach— and will all his wretched thoughts away.
Sylus is for the people that rarely speak out their minds.
Sylus is for the people that somehow always get blamed for other people problems f.ex. “Ex friend: You never asked me how I felt when I had that physical relationship with my ex roommate!” WELL, BITCH YOU NEVER TOLD ME YOU HAD A THING GOING ON WITH YOUR ROOMMATE!
Sylus is for the people that always fantasied scenarios that would make them cooler.
Sylus is for the people that feel they can never be enough.
Sylus is for the people that lie that they don’t care but the truth is, they care A LOT!
Sylus is for the people that look intimidating but the moment someone talks to them, they overshare.
Sylus is for the people that gets overlooked quite a lot.
Sylus is for the people that get talked over in the middle of a conversation and are forced to shut up.
Sylus is for the people that can’t handle rejection in their school/work life because they think they are a failure.
Sylus is for the people that now found their worth and stopped toxic friendships which resulted in “I never let people get too close to me anymore!”.
Sylus is for the people that never been confident in their whole lives but still manage to pull through and enjoy it❤️
Sylus is for the ones who want security
Sylus is for the ones whose feet always seem to find the cracks in the pavement, who always seem to stumble over themselves as they try desperately to make something- a name for themselves, a conversation, a new relationship, a stronger existing one, anything- only to fail again and again.
Sylus is for the ones who find themselves holding up their hands as they watch them shake. Why you? Why was everything always on you? Why did you always have to make the effort, the connection, the fake-happy face to appease someone, just so that they might love you?
Sylus is for the ones who truly try, but have longed since reached the breaking point. Don't worry darling. Hide the cracks. If they're hidden, you surely can handle a little bit more disappointment. A little bit more 'being alone' no matter how hard you try. A little bit more on focusing on everyone else's needs while neglecting your own. Why are you breaking? Why are your pieces on the floor? Chin up, darling. It's only for a while longer. How much longer? Well, how much more do you have left to give?
Sylus is for the ones who sit wondering why. Why is there suddenly the foreign feeling of care, of love, of endearment? When everything has been 'nothing' for so long, how are you supposed to cope with 'anything' at all? Much less 'everything'? The stack of bills are paid, the cupboards no longer have ramen, rice, and beans. The texts come frequently, and your phone rings randomly whenever you cross someone's mind. When have you ever crossed someone's mind? And the clothes bought for you fit like a glove.
Sylus is for the ones who have given everything all of their life, who have found themselves desperate for connections that no one wants to make with them, who give their everything in exchange for more anxiety and demands at their expense.
Sylus is for the ones who want security.
Sylus when you get injured during sparring would be like a sad puppy who mistakenly bit your hand.
He'd scramble to your side the moment he realized his hit landed right on your face, immediately checking for damage with shaky hands
"sweetie, are you ok? Are you hurt? I didn't mean to- I didn't think the hit would land" his eyebrows furrowed so deeply you could swear there would be permanent lines. His eyes were darting around your face as he held you. When you'd lower your head to inspect the wound with your hand, he would mistakenly think you cowered from his touch.
"kitten let me see,- please" you could hear his voice breaking as he said please. His hands shaking as his thumb fluttered over your busted lip.
"Sylus I'm ok. These type of injuries happen during sparring it's ok"
"No I should have-"
" if I didn't get hit I'd never learn." You placed your palm on his cheeks to calm him- to assure him you were alright but he only looked at you helpless. He looked at you with such sadness in his eyes that you suspected there was far more to this than today's incident.
He would continue to sulk as he iced your wounds and even going as far to heal your minor wounds with his evol. This sulking and apologizing would carry far into the week until you practically had to kiss him to shut up
Sylus is the type of dude to give you his credit card and lets you go fucking nuts with it.
Hell he encourages you to get that thing you’ve been wanting but couldn’t since it wasn’t easily affordable. He wants you to use his card, he’s rich and he’d be offended if the shit you bought didn’t even make a dent on his wallet.
He’s got rooms big enough to house ALL OF YOUR HYPERFIXATIONS!
Treat yourself! Treat yourself! Treat yourself!
Don’t be afraid because Sylus gave you his card for a reason, and if he sees you’re not spending enough? He’ll buy shit for you on your behalf behind your back.
If you’re nervous that what you’re buying is too expensive? He’ll scoff at the price tag and tell you to aim HIGHER! again he’ll buy you it himself if you’re too nervous to do so because he can easily get back the money you spent with his business ventures and whatnot.
(This man bought my brain and lives in it lavishly. Thank god for Sylus!)
— will they, won’t they.
pairing: hoshina soshiro x gn!reader
premise: hoshina soshiro has been hopelessly in love with you for years now. and for the first time, you finally hear him say the words "i love you."
— warnings: down bad + jealous hoshina, modern setting, reader is a kyudo player.
— author's note: little miss says she's going on a break then proceeds to write about hoshina soshiro for all the dying fans (its me, i'm the dying fans.) art credits to @.BByo_chick on twitter.| ~700 words.
“how long are ya gonna keep me here?”
“no one is forcing you to.”
hoshina only clicks his tongue and stares at the dojo walls. his finger impatiently tapping at his chin as he hits crossed leg on the floors. it’s half past 5 in the afternoon now and you have no intentions of going home anytime soon.
“i’m gettin’ bored here,” he drawls, hands stretching over his head as he watches you shoot another arrow with pin-point accuracy that makes his smirk twitch uncomfortably. you’ve gotten too good at kyudo, and it shows.
“then go home,” you reply as you pull the bow back and aim for your next shot. “you don’t have to keep waiting for me to finish.”
but that was the thing: hoshina wanted to wait for you and he always will.
All I Want is You
Word Count: 1795
Sam Winchester x Female Reader - No Y/N - Mostly fluff - Implied Smut - Talk of death
Summary: With all that's been going on in your and Sam's lives as hunters, you have to confess your worries to him; hoping he shares your concerns.
As you lay beneath the cream comforter, you can feel an arm coming from behind, wrapping around your bare waist. You didn't have to open your eyes to know who it was. "Mm, morning Sam" you grinned as you became aware of his toned chest pressed to your back. He leaned down to whisper in your ear, "Goodmorning beautiful", he planted a kiss on your jaw and returned to his previous position, head on your pillow rather than his own; he always seemed to make it over to your side of the bed by the morning, you didn't mind sharing though.
Every morning felt better than the last, you were excited to wake up each day and see Sam Winchester laying next to you. It didn't matter how long you two had been together, there would always be butterflies in your stomach when your sleepy eyes met his. You moved your hand up to intertwine with his, he reciprocated with a tight squeeze. Even though you were happier than you had ever been before, there was still something that constantly popped into your mind, making the butterflies turn into crows, pecking at your flesh, trying to gnaw their way out. You hadn't brought it up to Sam, it seemed a shame to ruin perfect moments, but every moment with him was perfect. Letting out a small sigh, you started, "Hey Sam-".
"What's wrong baby?" he sat up, hands still joined, and leaned over to see your face. "Nothing" You replied, not wanting to worry him. "It's just- have you ever thought about the future? I mean our future, what it will look like." you began to probe him, to see if you shared any of the same worries.
"Yeah, well I mean I think about it all the time. Do you?" he curiously asked, his brows furrowing.
"I do, I just wanted to know what you see when you think about it."
"Oh, well, hm..." he trailed off trying to think of the words. "I see us here in Kansas, in a nice house with a big backyard. A cat and maybe a dog-" You intererupted his sentance with a light chuckle. He knew you weren't really a dog person, but he had been trying to convert you. He continued, "Or no dog, just a cat" a tiny smirk emerged unto his face. "We're married and maybe have a kid or two. I work a boring mundane job in town, and our house has a huge office that you can use to write in. And theres a porch-swing out front, and every night we sit out, you wrapped in my arms, as I read to you while we drink tea."
You rolled over to face the man who had just spilled his heart out to you. Gazing in his eyes, you wanted nothing more than that life he had imagined for the both of you. But you were scared that you may never get it. He could see the sadness overcome your features. "Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong? Did I say something? We don't need a dog, or kids for that matter." he rambled.
"No, no it's not that. It's just-" you trailed off, not wanting to ruin this beautiful moment. Sam cupped your face with his large hands, giving you the puppy dog eyes that would coax anyone out of their deepest darkest secret. You began to explain, "Sometimes I just get worried. Worried that we're never gonna have that. That- that- I'm not gonna have that." He cocked his head to the side giving you a puzzled look. "I just mean- I love you baby, you know how much I love you. But the people that you love don't tend to make it out of this unscathed. I'm not afraid of dying, really I'm not. I'm afraid of leaving you."
His confused expression changed to sadness as he started to reply, "Sweetheart, I swear I will never let anything happen to you. I promise. I would die for you, you know that."
"I know Sam, but I don't want you to. I don't want either of us to die. That's the problem. I don't want to leave you but I also don't want to lose you. But with everything Chuck has done, it feels like it's inevitable. And it's selfish- I want you with me, I don't want to die and have you go fall in love with another girl. That's our house and our dog- that we can get, because I know how much you want one baby- but it's awful, I should want the best for you, right? I just want to make it through this so badly Sam, but I'm scared." you blurted out your speech that you had been holding in for months.
Sam grabbed you up into his arms and buried your face in his chest, holding the back of your head so you were as close as could be. He clung onto you like he never wanted to let go, and part of you was hoping that he wouldn't. "I'm scared too. I know I don't show it but I am. All I want is you, and I'll do whatever I have to to make it happen."
You were trying so hard to keep it together, but his words made you unravel, a few tears escaping. He pet your hair to try and calm you. He held you like that for a few minutes before you decided to pull away, wanting to read his face. He looked sad but resigned. He planted a kiss on your forehead, and as he pulled away you could see a lightbulb go off over his head. Sitting up, he reached over to his nightstand drawer, "Now, I was planning a more romantic evening to do this, but I think now is good too." he picked out a little black velvet box and turned back to face you. Sitting up, you felt like this was all a dream and maybe you had never woken up at all. "Sam- What is that?" You were not sure if you were imagining things. "Baby, I know that it's been tough and that things haven't really gone our way lately, but I know for certain that this is one thing that we can do right. So, will you do me the honour of marrying me?" he couldn't help but smile as the words escaped his mouth.
"Yes!" you yelled as you wrapped your arms around his neck, squeezing him tighter than he had been before. Holding him in the hug, you felt nothing but the good butterflies fluttering around. "Uh do you want to see the ring first?" He laughed out. Pulling back, you rolled your eyes at him, "It could be a ring pop for all I care."
Grinning ear to ear, he took the ring out of the box and placed it on your finger. You looked at it admiringly, it was beautiful, you never wanted to take it off. "It antique, from the late 1800's, it belonged to one of the first few women doctors here in America. She actually became a doctor after she was married, and her husband supported her decision and was proud of her."
"It's gorgeous, and the story is beautiful. It's perfect Sam, you're perfect." You planted a kiss on his lips before returning your gaze to the ring. It was a stunning gold band, with a perfectly cut ruby surrounded by little shiny diamonds. Sam knew you so well, he knew you didn't like most of the jewelry they make nowadays, and prefered something with a history. You couldn't believe it. You were engaged to Sam Winchester. Looking back at him, a devious look painted your face. You moved around in the bed to straddle his lap. Hands pressed to his chiseled chest, you left kisses up and down his neck. His hands were running all throughout your hair, then down your back. Your lips moved up to meet his as you joined in slow passionate movements. Fidgeting with your bra clasp, he managed to remove it quicker than usual, while your hands were making their way down to slide his boxers off.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Laying curled up around Sam, your head tucked under his chin, you took a peek at the alarm clock on his side of the room, realizing it was nearly 11am. "Wow, I don't think I've ever seen you in bed past 9!"
Sam scoffed. "Well I didn't sleep until 11, I still woke up early, I just- got distracted." he smiled at you, and you realized you had never seen him that happy before. "How's about we make some breakfast- or I guess brunch at this point?" you suggested.
"I'll go make us something, you can stay here." he offered. But you weren't having it, "Nuh-uh, I'm coming to help." you lept out of the bed and grabbed one of Sam's t-shirts out of the dresser, throwing it on and prancing out the door.
"Wait for me" you heard him call as you left the room. He caught up to you after he was dressed, grabbing your hand as you pulled him along to the main entry room of the bunker. There you were met with Dean, Cas, and Jack, sitting around the table. Dean and Cas were reading books, while Jack was fixated on Sam's Ipad, playing some game he found yesterday. You stopped in your tracks, making Sam nearly trample you. The three men looked up from their respective activities. "Hey guys" You couldn't help but grin like an idiot. "Someone looks happy" Dean pointed out.
"We have some news to tell you guys- we're engaged!" Sam blurted out, unable to contain his excitement. You threw your hand out to show the ring as proof of the event. All three boys jumped up and ran to give you both hugs and congratulations. Dean took a step back and formed another thought, "So that's what those happy noises were about, I just thought Sammy had learned to-" You cut Dean off with a playfull push on the shoulder and an eyeroll. "Enough Dean! And just so you know, Sammy does know how to-" This time Sam was cutting you off, "Whoah, Whoah, Whoah." He pulled you tight beside him, trying not to turn red.
"Wait- what does Sam know how to do?" Jack piped up. And all four of you adults suddenly remembered his real age. You tried to change the subject, "Oh nothing, we were just about to make some brunch, any takers?".
They all agreed enthusiastically, so you and Sam started towards the kitchen. "Come on, Fiance" you linger on the word, thinking of your future together that has already started.
✎ᝰ.ᐟ⋆⑅˚₊ TO BE LOVED BY AN ARTIST -- SAM WINCHESTER X READER
another cute and fluffy work from me ! it's a little blurb i wrote that i was inspired by from a personal work of mine :)) i hope you all like it and please let me know if you'd like a longer work for this <3
my requests are open ! :)
sam winchester x gn!reader (romantic)
summary: what is life like when sam falls in love with an artist ?
warnings: none !
word count: 266
sam dating an artist. sam loving an artist. having paintings dedicated to him, being the subject of their paintings, becoming their inspiration. watching as they focus intently on their current piece, their tongue sticking out of the corner of their mouth. the brush strokes against the canvas, so precise he wonders how their hand doesn’t shake. he watches them in awe, wondering how one person could create such beautiful works.
sam dating an artist. he asks them about certain techniques, listening intently to their explanations. he wonders about the paintings they created before they met him, wanting to know what inspired them before. what was their muse? what drove them? he wanted to know every detail, every part of the painting they created. their art was a window into their soul, and he wanted to know them, love them in their entirety.
sam dating an artist. them teaching him how to paint, sam laughing as his shaky brush strokes materialized on the canvas. they smile at his piece of art, proud of his first painting. though it was horrendous, they still hung it on the wall for everyone to see. “it’s art, sammy. your art. it’s beautiful,” they would say if sam tried to critique himself.
sam dating an artist. nearly every surface of their home has paint stains somewhere on it. their hands are covered in paint of every kind. at times, they even paint on their hands, testing colour combinations or new designs. sam letting them use his hands to paint on, smiling at the yellow flowers they just painted.
sam dating an artist :)