Status: Completed in September 2020
Word Count: 48,785
Summary: Blaine can count on one hand the amount of people he has hated in his life. But Kurt Hummel is definitely The Worst. Or: That co-workers AU where they hate each other (until they don’t)
Tropes/Genre: enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort, AU, slow build, Cooper Anderson, co-workers
Lynne’s review: I LOVED THIS. Their banter was perfection! Just enough of a slow build with silly misunderstandings. Cooper was hilarious! And the PET NAMES! Did I mention I loved this?
Read at: AO3
…also with where I’m at in the fire sibs team up outline I really want to write some Tyzula.
I haven’t written Tyzula before. But. Like. I want to.
Or maybe just some good hurt/comfort stuff. Tyzula or otherwise.
CW Stories may include: Dehumanization, references to noncon, blood, starvation, food aversion, self harm, human trafficking/slavery, mentions of abuse, NSFW content. Each story is individually tagged as well. Please be safe 😊
Saige - My OC set in the boxboy/pet-verse
Fanfics - Other peoples OCs that live rent free in my head
im going through a rough patch and havent made art here for months, so heres a reminder
be sure to take breaks and drink lots of water and make time for yourself!!! you are precious, loved, and worthy, bye :)
Fandom: Mass Effect Trilogy, Post-War
Pairing: FemShep/Kaidan Alenko
Shepard wakes up in bed with another man. Her hair is cut and dyed. She has scars she doesn’t remember getting. Her home on the Pacific with Kaidan and their daughter doesn’t exist. Instead of being hailed Human Councilor, everyone is calling her Admiral.
Alliance Headquarters should be closed on holiday, but it’s swarming in preparation for war. It’s a war Shepard is on trial for starting. The line between friend and enemy has blurred. Shepard doesn’t know which way to turn. The one person she could always count on is the last one willing to help.
Pairing: platonic Roman & Dizzy (OFC)
Word count: 1043
Warnings: hurt/comfort, heavy on both. They cry. They somft.
Notes: part of the Love and Other Fairytales Verse taking place during Night-Roman timeline in softer in it’s tragedy
For the prompt:
and a thank you to @airiervessel for beta reading this ad also crying w/ me laksjdjkl
This is for 2 of 2 reasons 1: procrastination 2: I want to
Loki was visibly, noticeably, uncomfortable around the Avengers. It was so obvious that Peter couldn’t possibly believe nobody else noticed. He hadn’t felt so at home since he moved into the tower either but he had Tony, a somewhat familiar face, and he’d thought that, after Thor came back from New Asgard, Loki would lighten up but all he did was get…Even more uncomfortable. He flinched at every touch, at every mention of his name, he wouldn’t train with them or even be in the same room as them if they had their weapons. It didn’t take long for Peter to realise the Avengers did notice but they didn’t care. It…Put them into a brand new lime light, per se. Every time someone, specifically and more so Thor, would sit next to Loki and he’d scooch away he’d scowl, watching them put an arm on his shoulder.
“Hey, Loki!” the chirp, an entirely harmless gesture to someone who was only paying attention to the person who said it and not the person it was being said to. Loki cowered, his lips twitching into a feeble smile. His whole body was tense. Peter was on his brink, he slammed his text book shut, throwing it into the chair as he stood.
“Good lord I’m starving, maybe I’ll head out for some lunch.” Peter turned to Loki with a knowing look.
“Do you wanna come?” Loki pulled away from Thor, standing.
“That would be great.” Peter smiled turning on his heels and walking quickly out of the common room. Once they were out of ear–and eye–shot Peter looked up at Loki in concern.
“Are you okay?” Loki ran a hand through his hair, nodding.
“Y–yeah, uhm, I am. Thank–Thank you for getting me out of there. Peter.” his name was thrown on as an afterthought, as if he’d just remembered it. Peter’s smiled wavered.
“There’s…No need to thank me.” He opened his arms, looking up at him hopefully.
“Can I…?” It took Loki a second, staring at Peter with a blatant “Can you what, finish the sentence” expression until it clicked. His smile widened and a painful sting welling behind his eyes. He nodded and Peter pulled him into a hug, standing on his tiptoes so he could rest his head on Loki’s shoulder. Loki nuzzled into the warm embrace, resting his cheek on Peter’s head. His eyes welled with tears and he shut them. It would be rather undignifying to cry at this moment but Peter seemed to know without knowing and rubbed Loki’s back in circular motions, shushing him comfortingly.
“It’s okay,” he whispered, continuing to rub and pat and soothe.
“It’s all gonna be okay,” it was a strange phrase midgardians threw around. Mostly because it wasn’t okay, it hadn’t been, that was the whole reason they were hugging it was infuriating but…Loki liked it. It’s all gonna be okay. It resonated within him, thrummed through his body like an echo of love a feeling so alien, he–He was frightened to say the least. He’d never known love like this, only from his mother but mothers are supposed to love you and hold you not mutant human’s you’ve known for all of six seconds. It was a scary kind of love but the kind of love he wanted more of, the kind of he love he needed ore of, the kind of love he…he didn’t deserve.
An ugly sob pushed past his lips and he clenched Peter’s shirt in tight fists. He’d never felt so sad and happy before at the same time. He’d never felt so complete. Peter rocked slowly, giving him a complimentary squeeze to his soothing shushes and patting and rubbing. Loki never wanted this embrace to end, never wanted Peter to leave and stop loving him like this. Peter shushed him one last time before pulling away and cupping Loki’s cheeks.
“I won’t let them hurt you anymore.”
This is an old short Coco comic I made last year.
I know that everybody in the Coco fandom has written a “what if Miguel dies young” story, but I wrote this comic inspired by two families who had lost their first born. It was a way to explore how Enrique and Luisa would feel about losing their son and how to explain to to their daughter.
Where’s Miguel part 1
I was tagged by @cluelessheroes and @scimitar-and-longsword <3
rules: post the last 7 lines of your current wip and tag 7 people to keep it going
I have way too many WIPs at anyone time so I’ll just post from the main one I’m working on. Angst under the cut.
Working Title: Nicky’s Logic Brain Has Checked Out
Coming back from work, Adrien never expected to find something from his past on his desk. Raising and caring for your children is never easy, but sometimes, he wishes he could do more.
Discussion between a loving father and his son. You can read it on Ao3 here!
Stopping in front of the door to my home, I fiddle with the keys
before unlocking the door and entering. As I close the door behind me,
light rain starts to pour, as if the sky was crying. A heavy silence
greets me. Growing up in a cold mansion, I’m used to cold emotionless
silence, but in a house that was once filled with laughs, screams, and
joy, it’s overwhelmingly out of place. I can’t say the lack of warmth
pleases me, which has grown usual since everything that happened…
Is there a specific name for that trope where Characyer A looks super scary but is actually very kind and has to convince Character B (who is scared of them) to trust them?? Bc that is some good shit right there
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Summary: Damian has never understood Drake. At least, not until he gets a confusing phone call on patrol. — Tim gets a pet. He and Damian bond over it. It’s wholesome.
Reader’s Commentary: THEY ARE JUST SO CUTE. I love stories where they figure out that they are actually actually decent brothers.