#luff

While this isn't necessarily bad, I think its really interesting, and its also why i think me and a lot of other older readers have lost interest over time. Webtoon used to be a big community where you could mention a big name like Siren's Lament, Hooky, LUFF, or Andy Bass, and people would get your references. Now, the site has grown and changed so much that no one has anything in common, and its become less of a social media platform and more of a library, where it used to be more 50/50.

Also, webtoon has become much more coin dependent over time, and with the recent updates things like the daily have been pushed to the side so people discover stories in different ways. The pay-to-play style of the site has increased so much that if you want to read older, completed webtoons, you have to pay thousand of coins or watch an ad every 2 minutes. This also means that fandoms for webtoons can't really grow, because the site is structured in such a way to get you to read all the new things and pay as much as possible. It really makes me sad, because it means that I can't introduce people to the stories i love, and the site has changed so much from when I started reading that I sometimes question whether or not its worth it to continue reading things. That being said: here's my favorite webtoons that make me want to keep using the site!

- The Remarried Empress

- ODD GIRL OUT!!! <3<3<3

- Acception

- And Another Lovely Day (Gourmet Hound is my favorite webtoon of all time, Leehama's writing is so good, I really suggest you check this one out)

- Cinderelle

- Jackson's Diary

- Re: Trailer Trash

- I just started reading High Spirits Neoma and its been great so far

- Also, the only completed webtoon you can reread for free that I have noticed, Metaphorical Her, one of the first webtoons I fell in love with

Billy Kid X Reader

Ch. 3: Admit It

"Tch, you're so on." Both of you entered God Finger with a competitive aura surrounding you, neither of you willing to go easy on one another for this gaming experience. When it came to the arcade, no one could quell your competitive flame of yours; not even an android cutie. He actually made it burn brighter.

tags~ fluff, slow burn, gn!reader, idiots in love, mutual pining, arcade date

w/c~ 1.3k

a/n~ another big ol' thank you to the lovely @mandiemegatron for beta'ing this for moi uwu 💗

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i have been also rereading books through your reading reactions currently doing svsss just finished mdzs the other day lmao.

i hope one day you do jwqs reading reaction my 3 most favorite books will be completed!

also happy anniversary and upcoming new year to you and your wife 🫶🏽

Tags: platonic x reader, platonic fic, Henry Mills x reader, Henry Swan x reader, ouat, Once Upon A Time, x reader, fluff, fanfiction, fanfic, fanfiction fluff, fanfic fluff

Catergory: platonic, fluff, flufffffff, you'll need to brush your teeth after this, see your dentist, this is soooo sweetttt

Tw: mentions of religion, spirits, teeth rotting

Wc: 1.2k

It was Halloween.

Not your favorite time of year, especially being the babysitter for a certain mayor's son. Most kids were out trick-or-treating, having fun with their family, and generally doing normal, fun, safe things.

Not Henry, of course.

Henry, at the ripe old age of 4, decided that he must, absolutely must go look through the woods for ghosts. Not even to hunt them like a normal little boy, mind you. Just to… find them, you assumed.

“Hallows Eve is when they're most active!” he chittered excitedly, sounding more intellectual than most children, even people your age. Really, you would have just stayed at the Mills’ residence, their giant, cushy home, watching scary movies and eating candy ‘till your teeth rotted.

But he just had to go see the ghouls. Well, his mother said to do whatever he wanted, within reason. And you just couldn't say no to those big, dark brown eyes, could you?

As your plastic lanterns seemed to flicker and the noises of the forest sounded haunting, you started wondering if maybe you should have said no.

Another twig snapped beneath your foot, leaves crunching under your weight as you stepped over yet another root, minding not to trip over one again.

“… You sure this is a good place, Henry? It's a bit…” you paused, unsure of how to put “fucking spooky” nicer than that.

“… off-putting…”

The little boy giggled, turning back to you in his oversized coat. “Well, yeah. The spookier, the better!”

You internally groaned, managing only a tight-lipped smile at the boy. Once he turned back around, however, you visibly deflated and let your head hang for a moment before continuing after him.

Maybe you should have been the one in front, protecting him from whatever grotesqueries would be about this chilling night. But to be honest, you didn't have a clue what to do, and he seemed pretty knowledgeable about all things Halloween.

“You know how Halloween used to be All Hallows Eve?” He chimed, slowing his pace to walk a little more beside you. You nodded, giving him a hum of confirmation. ‘I mean, it's the only thing you'll call it, so I'd hope so,’ I thought.

“Well,” he continued, “Hallows Eve being on the last day of October would imply that November is All Hallows!” He was pretty proud of the fact, from his tone to the little pep in his step. Nodding thoughtfully, you took a second to try and remember a fact you learned in the second grade, years and years before the stress of being a young adult.

“Huh,” you hummed in thought. Henry couldn't help but be a little curious. “Huh? Huh what?” he questioned. “Oh, I was just thinking.”

Years back, you remember somebody telling you, maybe not a teacher but a mentor nonetheless, about All Hallows Eve. About the day after, and how important it was.

But the foggy memory could barely bring up an answer, so you just gave him what you had.

“I believe it's supposed to be November first that's important. Something called All Saint's day, or All Hallows day,” you explained, although a little unsure if you were right. “It's a day to commemorate all the Saint's of the Catholic and similar religions.”

A normal kid probably would've thrown a fit, or gotten quiet at the subtle hint that their deductive reasoning was wrong. Good thing Henry wasn't normal. The new information made his eyes light up with some kind of joy, as if learning and stories were the best thing in the world.

“What's Hallow’s Eve for then? Do they celebrate for two days?” He likely would've been brewing with questions if it wasn't so late, seeing as the both of you were getting the slightest hint of drowsiness. Make no mistake, the second he showed sign of wanting to go home, you'd be throwing him over your shoulder and running.

But your memories seemed to only disappear the harder you tried to think about them, something holy and something lost. So you used whatever you had left and some estimation to get an alright answer.

“Might have been to clear out any bad spirits for the spirits of the Saints to come,” you shrugged, switching the plastic lanterns to your other hand and letting the tired arm rest. “Wouldn't know, though. They might have something about it at the library, but I don't think they'll be letting anyone in anytime soon.”

Being reminded that a vast treasure trove of stories and learning was trapped behind boarded windows and a city mandate, the sparkle in his eyes seemed to fizzle a bit. You never liked seeing him down, so you nudged his shoulder gently as you two came to a stop.

“Hey, it's alright. We can always write our own stories,” you winked. This made him beam, and that sparkle glittered once more. Feeling accomplished, you looked around at the thickly wooded area, fog shrouding your sight, and sighed. But before you could say anything about heading home, Henry let out a deep, sleepy yawn.

“Looks like someone's getting tired, huh?” You cooed at the puppy-like boy, seeing his cute little scrunched up face as you remark.

“Am not! I'm wide awake!” he stomped his little foot, not wanting to stop the search for ghosties. You, however, very much so wanted to get out of the chilly, foggy, spooky ass woods and watch over a cute little kid from the safety and comfort of a mansion.

“C'mon, Henry, it's getting late, and you're getting sleepy anyways,” you stepped closer to the boy, handing him your lantern. “Here, hold this for me.” He took it, albeit a little confused.

“Why do you want me to hold- wAH,” he yelped as you scooped him up and threw him over your shoulder, heading straight back for wherever it was you came from. “Nooo!” he whined, kicking his little legs. You could just tell he was pouting, probably making the saddest, biggest puppy eyes you'd ever see. Good thing he was on your shoulder.

“Yeesss,” you chuckled back, knowing better than to give in to his adorable pleadings. “Your mother’ll kill me if I don't bring you home now. Besides,” you grinned, having a trick up my sleeve, “I’ll make you some… pasta?”

His whining and pouting almost instantly dropped, and he was smiley again as he flipped back, knowing you'd catch him and let him lay across your arms. “Okay!” he chirped, getting the better end of this deal. The fog was dense and humid, but soft enough and easy to navigate through, so you were out on the street in no time.

As you were walking back to the mansion in the center of the city, the sleepy boy in your arms yawned again, cuddling closer into you as his eyelids slowly started getting heavier.

“Nighty night,” you whispered to him.

“Nighty…” he mumbled back, already fast asleep before the second “night” could leave his lips. The sweet boy looked so peaceful, so adorable in your arms as you made the silent and careful trek to his home. Hey, maybe it wasn't such a bad Halloween after all.