#((i'm excited to finally share this with everyone!!))

[windser]

where the apple falls

pairing: amnesia, exbf! caleb x reader rating: t wc: 1700+ a/n: based off this post. this will be a series of drabbles. i will also be working on other exbf! caleb verse. that is the trope for him the resonates most with me. after reading his story, i'm soooo excited to write about him. happy to take requests relating to both tropes!

“hmm, jian bing? normally i have to accumulate quite a bit of favors to wake up to this. what’s the occasion?”

a homemade cure to job memory loss, sits on your tongue like a secret. but you swallow it down, tasting every word you can’t admit. it’s only been a week. since then, caleb has seen the physicians once more—three days since returning to your home for a follow-up.

but just those seventy-two hours had felt like distant memory. the first morning had been the most jarring. caleb had walked into the apartment as if he’d only returned from a day at work, not nearly a week in the hospital, though even the small missed him longer. his only moment of hesitation was the brief pause when his eyes caught on the small changes you had made since the breakup.

the furniture remained the same—too much hassle to replace—but you'd taken quiet, deliberate steps to erase him. gone were the photos of shared milestones, absent were his awards and accolades. the tangible pieces of caleb had vanished, leaving only the slowly healing void in your heart.

the physician had given you ample time to prepare your home for his discharge, clear instructions to recreate a familiar space that mirrored the fragments of his memory. but you’d balked at the thought of resurrecting the past. now the remnants of the last four years were still stored away in the recesses of your closet. 

selfish, perhaps. misguided, maybe. but a part of you refused to accept the accident—not just the memory loss, but the implausibility of it all. caleb, always composed, prepared for anything? reduced now to a vulnerable man clinging to fractured echoes of what was? 

it didn’t sit right with you.

you watched as his gaze drifted over the near-barren walls and mismatched artwork. his jaw tightened, barely perceptibly, lips parting as if testing words that refused to form. his shoulders rose once, twice, then sagged in quiet surrender before he turned to you with a smile so perfectly broken it felt like a carefully crafted illusion.

"still in the middle of some deep cleaning, huh? i appreciate you getting everything ready for me to come back home. why don't I help get it back in order?"

at the check-up, the physician warned you: patience was crucial. recovery couldn’t be rushed without risking setbacks. most cases resolved themselves with time, they assured you.

just be patient.

“i thought some of your favorites would help you remember” you offered instead, glancing over your shoulder quickly before turning your attention back to the stove. “it’s almost done.”

caleb didn’t respond at first as he sat down at the kitchen bar, still dressed in his sleepwear. he couldn’t have been up for more than a few minutes, likely just long enough to take his part of medication before arriving. the others would require a meal to go with them.

“i couldn’t have missed that much,” he said finally, voice laced with casual dismissal. “i don’t see what all the fuss is about.”

it was eerie, how easily he brushed off nearly a year of his life.

you set a cup of coffee down in front of him with a mishandled grimace. “this is serious, caleb. you can’t just report a wrong date and think everyone is going to write it off. ” it was becoming just a bit more than a little frustrating how light he took the situation. 

his hand shot out, catching your wrist before you could turn away. his grip was firm but not unkind, his thumb brushing absently over your pulse.

“i am taking it seriously,” he said quietly, his eyes steady on yours. “do you understand how troubling it is to hear you've lost months of time?”

“could have fooled me.” you mumbled under your breath, tugging half-heartedly at his arm.

“what was that?” his voice sharpened slightly. “it doesn’t help when you mutter.”

you exhaled sharply, meeting his gaze. “i said you’re not exactly helping yourself, caleb. It was okay at first to adjust. i know you were in pain, and it was jarring, but—” your voice cracked, the words caught in your throat. you cleared it hastily, averting your eyes. the physicians had warned you to avoid accusations, anything that might exacerbate his confusion or headaches. caleb’s expression tightened as he read the unspoken in your hesitation.

“but?” he pressed. his grip on your arm loosened, though he didn’t let go.

“it doesn’t feel like you’re trying to get better,” you said, wincing as you braced for his reaction.

instead, you felt the soft press of his lips against your temple.

“i don’t even know what ‘better’ looks like,” he murmured. “I’m doing what i was told. resuming routines. beyond that…” his thumb brushed your cheek as he trailed off. “you’ve got your orders too. sure you’re doing your part?”

you shoved at his chest, though there was no real force behind it. “that’s not funny.”

he didn’t laugh, though his eyes glinted with suppressed amusement. “okay okay, i know. it’s just... a lot to process. being told your life isn’t what you thought it was.” he sipped his coffee. “i mean, what could i have possibly missed?”

your gaze dropped to the mug, a relic of the past—the one you’d gifted him when he got his fleet position. “a lot, caleb. a lot.”

“well, they told me to take it one step at a time. i’m still processing it all. still can’t believe the news headlines”

“pretty sure you were told to not overwhelm yourself,” you countered.

he shrugged. “i binged all the new seasons of our sitcoms. i get bored.”

“and nothing triggered even the smallest memory?”

“it might help if you just told me what i’m forgetting.”

you stiffened, jaw tight. “you’re supposed to recall them naturally.”

caleb leaned back, studying you with quiet intensity. “then we just keep going as we were. i have you, and you have me. what else matters?”

“caleb…” your voice faltered, a lump rising in your throat. “that’s not—”

“i’m sorry.” his tone softened as he tugged you closer. “i know this is hard for you too. there are probably things you want to tell me…” his hands steadied you as he guided you onto his lap.

your faces were so close now that you could feel the faint heat radiating from him, a warmth that sent an involuntary shiver down your spine. it struck you as almost cruelly ironic how, in a way, you were both reliving memories—but only you felt the hollow ache of the gaps between them. you could count every one of his dark lashes, each one a delicate frame to the deep gaze fixed on you. and then your eyes betrayed you, flickering downward to caleb’s mouth: light pink, nicely shaped, and far too familiar. you knew, if you gave in and pressed your lips to his, they’d taste soft, warm, and faintly of coffee.

“yeah,” you replied, though your voice was barely more than a breath.

“yeah,” caleb echoed with a faint, lopsided quirk to his lips. “just… give me a bit more time, okay? right now, despite the aches in my body, nothing has ever felt more right. it’s always been like this with you.” his voice softened, becoming something raw and fragile. “i wouldn’t trade this for anything. not even for the memories I’ve lost.”

“that’s not okay, caleb,” you said tersely, the words rising unbidden in your throat. “you can’t just disregard the past—or the future.”

his head tilted slightly as he studied you, something unspoken glimmering in his eyes. for a moment, silence stretched thin between you before, without warning, caleb stood up. you barely had time to react before you were flipped upside down, your world spinning as blood rushed to your head.

“caleb, what are you doing!?” you yelped, hands scrambling to clutch the fabric of his shirt in tight fists.

“just hang on,” he said, voice far too calm for the chaos he’d just unleashed.

he carried you the short distance to the couch with an unsettling ease, his shins pressing against the edge before he lowered you onto the cushions. a pillow fell to the floor in his wake, discarded like an afterthought.

in the shock of it all, you barely registered his hands threading gently through your hair, the sensation grounding you even as your mind reeled. his gaze traced the lines of your body as though committing them to memory, an intensity that made your breath hitch. caleb had always been intense, after all—a force that could bring everything in its path to kneel. that much hadn’t changed. but now, there was something else. a weight behind his actions, a shadow you couldn’t quite name.

he wasn’t holding you down, but his presence blanketed you, toeing the fragile line between comfort and constraint.

when his lips descended, it felt inevitable, like the pull of gravity. a soft, tentative brush at first, before returning with more intensity, more hunger, as if savoring the moment like a man starved. his kiss was familiar in all the ways that made your heart ache, every motion perfectly attuned to what you liked, what you craved.

when Caleb finally pulled away, you instinctively leaned forward, chasing the warmth of his mouth. but he had already shifted, his lips grazing along your jaw, leaving a trail of nips and feather-light kisses in his wake.

it was still caleb. caleb, who always knew exactly how to undo you.

your eyes fluttered open, stealing a glance at him as he kissed the curve of your neck. you weren’t sure what you were looking for—a sign, a clue—but all you saw was caleb. just caleb.

despite it all.

despite your suspicions.

he was okay.

and despite everything, the thought of losing him still felt unbearable.

caleb sighed softly, leaning back to look at you. his hand drifted to your face, a knuckle brushing against your cheek in a gesture so tender it made your chest tighten. you leaned into his touch without thinking.

“i’ll figure it out,” he murmured, his voice low but steady. “i always do.”

and in that moment, as his words settled in the space between you, you couldn’t quite recall why that wasn’t a good thing.

[callmemonster68]

NIKI - Just So They Know... ( smut )

Jealous Niki decides to remind the boys who Y/N belongs to

Pairing: Niki X FemReader X Enhypen ( special participation )

Genre: Obscenity

Warning: Contains explicit content, unprotected sex, suggestive, penetration, explicit language, climax, sex, swearing, loss of virginity, hickeys, messy make-out sessions, dirty talk, compliments, rough sex, touching bruises, handcuffs, chains, sadomasochism , masochism, brands, public sex, oral

A game night at one of the boys' houses. Everyone was laughing and having fun, but Niki, sitting in a corner, watched Y/N interact with the others in a way he thought was more animated than necessary.

While the others competed in a card game, he could barely concentrate, his eyes fixed on the way Y/N laughed at something Sunoo had said.

After a few minutes, Niki stood up abruptly, drawing everyone's attention.

Niki: Y/N, can I talk to you for a second? — He said, his tone calm, but his eyes revealing something more intense.

Y/N: Wait, I'm almost winning this.

Niki was already at his limit, he stood up.

Niki: What was that? — He asked, crossing his arms.

Y/N blinked, confused.

Y/N: What is that?

Niki: You know. All this laughter, all this closeness with them.

She frowned, trying to suppress a smile. The boys were in shock from the surprise and confusion.

Y/N: Niki, they are our friends. And we're not doing anything wrong.

Niki: I know that — he replied, running his hand through his hair, clearly frustrated. — But I can't help it. It just... bothers me.

Y/N: Are you jealous? — She asked, now a smile appearing on her lips.

He looked away for a moment, but finally sighed.

Niki: Maybe...

Y/N: Niki, you don't need to be like this. I am yours, and you know it.

His eyes met hers, and in that moment, something relaxed in him.

Y/N: I just don't like sharing at all — he said loudly while looking at the boys.

To provoke him, the boys shouted Y/N's name, telling her to just ignore his behavior and return to the game. Niki opened a devilish smile, and before she could return to the game, he grabbed and pulled her arm, lifting her up with a slight smile.

Niki: Just so they know...

And then, he gave her a quick and rough kiss, which left her shocked, the boys with wide eyes at the scene, but Niki didn't stop there, he pulled her close to the sofa, turned her around, and pushed her onto the arm of the sofa so that her butt was up, and her lower body thrown over the sofa.

Y/N: Niki, what are you doing? You are crazy. — She said as she tried to get up.

Niki: Crazy? Me? Crazy are they if they think they can fuck you better than I can. — He said, looking at them with fire in his eyes.

Jungwon: Guys, let's go out, let them sort it out.

Heeseung: Go out? Why? He wants us to see it, or he wouldn't have started this show.

Niki: Exactly, stay and watch this bitch get dumb for my cock.

He finishes speaking, lifts her dress up, and pulls her panties down. The boys adjust themselves to get a better view, she covering her face, overwhelmed with shame.

Niki: Take your hands off, I want them to see your face all the time. — He says authoritatively, and gives her bare butt a hard slap.

She obeys him immediately, already knowing him well, she knows it's better to follow him. Tears streaming down her face from embarrassment, she dared to look to the side and found the boys' focused gazes, her pussy tightened around nothing.

Niki noticed her excitement running down her legs and didn't miss the opportunity to tease.

Niki: Look at this bitch, come closer, she's already dripping.

The boys immediately walked closer, all positioned behind Niki, with a privileged view of her exposed pussy, their pants getting tight, suffocating their hard cocks. Jake was the first to take the initiative to free his hard cock, followed by all the others, the last being Niki, who freed his cock and held Y/N's hip, making her feel a shiver run through her entire body.

Y/N: Niki, please, don't do this, you will regret it. — She pleaded.

Niki: The one who will regret it is you for being a desperate attention-seeker.

With that, he penetrated her all at once, tearing a scream from her, he began to fuck her mercilessly, going hard and deep while degrading her, the boys closely watching everything as they pumped their cocks, Y/N moaning loudly, Niki's thrusts abusing her small pussy, the overwhelming pleasure she was feeling driving her completely crazy.

Y/N tried to stifle their moans by pressing their face into the couch. Niki noticed and pulled her hair. He made a ponytail with his hand and held it while forcing his face upward.

Niki: Funny how you try to hide how much you like being treated like this.

Y/N: Niki, please, it's too much, I can't take it anymore.

Niki: The best thing you can do is stay there and accept it.

Jay: You should treat her better, Niki, she's too good.

Niki: I can do whatever I want with her, and you will just watch. She knows she was born to please me.

With that, she squeezed him even tighter, loving the attention and degradation she was receiving.

Y/N: I'm going to come, I'm at my limit. — She said through sobs.

Niki: Do you really think you're in control? How lovely.

He threw her head forward, pushing her back onto the couch, then pulled out of her, leaving her empty. He went to the kitchen and returned with a chair, placing it sideways in front of the boys who had now stopped pumping his penis to follow his movements. Then he sat in the chair with his legs open.

Niki: Come here, bitch, it's time for you to show what you know.

She got up, staggering with weak legs, and walked over to him. She positioned herself on his lap and sat on his hard member.

Niki: You know you're only useful when you do exactly what I say.

She confirmed, nodding her head, the tears still streaming down her face. Niki took her dress off, leaving her completely naked. He looked into her eyes, wrapped his hand around her throat, and choked her just enough for her to roll her eyes.

Niki: Now, bitch, move.

He took his hand away and released her, letting her arms fall freely by her sides and allowing her to use his cock. The boys resumed touching themselves while Y/N began to ride his cock with desperation.

Niki: Are you seeing how they look at you? Do you see how they look at you? Is this how you want to be seen?

She squeezed him and looked at the boys. She still hadn't realized what was really happening, all six of them watching her as they pumped their cocks, excited and desperate. She knew she should be ashamed, but it only made her even more excited and closer to the edge.

Niki: They're all here touching themselves over you, but in the end, you're only mine.

He saw that she was close and pulled her in for a hot kiss, while guiding her hips to move more forcefully. Before completely breaking the kiss, he orders:

Niki: Open your mouth!

She obeys, then he spits in her mouth, which she immediately swallows.

Niki: You like being reminded of your place, don't you?

She nodded again, confirming that she loved being just a pawn in his hands when it came to sex. She accelerated her movements even more, Niki came first, followed by him with just a few more movements. He looked at the boys and realized that they were all already at their limit.

He lifts her off his lap, both of their cum dripping down her legs, then he forces her to kneel in front of the boys. Holding her hair and forcing her to look at them, he says:

Niki: Look at them! Let them see your fucked-up expression.

Niki: Get closer, use her like the good cum dump she is and cum on her.

She was startled by what was said, they approached her and came almost in unison on top of her. Meanwhile, Niki put her clothes back on.

Niki: With everyone aware of who makes her feel this way and to whom she belongs... we can continue with the game.

Y/N looked at him incredulously with his ease in acting so relaxed about everything that had happened.

Niki: Any problem? — he asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

Y/N: No, no problem. — She said before getting up, grabbing her clothes, and going to the bathroom to wash up.

Sunoo: Y/N, don't take too long, I'll have my revenge. — He said with a sweet smile, accompanied by everyone agreeing.

"None of them are normal," she thought as she took a shower, exhausted.

✿ If you don't reblog and comment, you can be sure I'll be showing up in your dreams tonight... and I won’t be as sweet as in the story ✿

[revolutionsingingintherainnn]

hey, so i have a carlos x desi!reader idea:

where she's his race engineer and they both have a crush on each other but don't know how to confess. After Carlos wins the Mexican GP, instead of celebrating it, he stays back at the paddock to spend time with her and asks her about what plans she has for the three week break they're getting. She tells him she's going to India because of Diwali (since diwali began after mexican gp this year) and asks him if he wants to join. He agrees thinking it's a perfect opportunity to confess to her and later after two days, they leave to go to India. On the day of Diwali, when he sees her wearing traditionals (a lehenga) for the first time, he's awestruck and they confess to each other and kiss under the fireworks.

bonus: her family members are secretly watching all this happy for her and later on reveal to carlos about how much she used to talk about him all the time

greatest victory *ੈ♡⸝⸝🪐༘⋆

♡ cs x desi!reader ༝༚༝༚

♡ fluff ༝༚༝༚

masterlist ☾☼

carlos sainz stepped out of his ferrari after a thrilling win at the mexican grand prix, the roar of the crowd still in his ears. he waved to the fans and celebrated with the team, but his mind was not on champagne showers or the podium photos. instead, it lingered on his race engineer—you.

you had been his steady guide through every lap, every corner, and every pit stop. your voice over the radio was his anchor, but of late, it had become much more. the teasing banter during strategy meetings, the way your eyes lit up when discussing race data—carlos couldn't help but notice.

after the celebrations slowed down, carlos lingered in the paddock. the rest of the team had headed to the hospitality suite, but he stayed behind, his heart pounding as he approached you. you were sitting at the engineering station, watching the data displays intently, the glow of the screen highlighting your face.

"hey," he said, resting softly against the desk.

you looked up, surprised and smiling. "hey. what are you doing here? you should be celebrating your victory."

he shrugged his shoulders, grinning boyishly. "i wanted to speak to you first."

your face grew warm. "what for?"

"the three-week break," he said, feigning carelessness, his heart racing at the same time. "you have any plans?"

you paused for a moment, then confessed, "i'm going to india for diwali. it's a big festival, and my family's really excited to celebrate together this year."

carlos's eyes lit up. "diwali? the festival with all the lights and fireworks, right? i remember you telling me about it,"

you nodded, a quiet smile on your lips. "that's the one. want to join?" it was a joke, but carlos's swift reply took you by surprise.

"i'd love to," he said, his voice sincere. "if that's alright with you and your family."

your heart skipped a beat. "of course. they'd love to meet you."

two days later, you and carlos boarded a flight to india. he was excited and slightly nervous; he did not know the customs yet was very eager to experience everything with you. the long journey gave both of you time to discuss family, your childhood, and the things you enjoy doing during diwali. carlos listened with wide eyes, his admiration for you growing with each new story you shared.

diwali day finally arrived, and your house was buzzing with activity. the house was decorated with oil lamps, colorful rangoli designs, and the mouthwatering aroma of festive treats filled the air. carlos had been an enthusiastic participant since he arrived, helping your family decorate the house and even learning how to make a simple rangoli under your guidance. despite being out of his element, he approached everything with curiosity and an infectious enthusiasm that quickly endeared him to everyone.

and, if your family teased you about him, he didn't have to know that. he only had to stand on ladders and hang the lights.

on the day of diwali, when it was time for the pooja, you stepped out of your room in a bright lehenga, and you watched as carlos froze. the intricate embroidery shimmered under the lights, but it was the way you carried yourself that left him breathless.

you knew how to read him. you had been doing for years. but watching him lose his breath as his eyes fixated on you made your cheeks warm.

"wow," he whispered softly, his gaze unwavering.

you blushed under his intense gaze. "do i look okay?"

he took a step closer. his dark eyes met yours. "you are beautiful. truly stunning."

the first round of fireworks lit up the sky outside and reflected into the room in vivid patterns. carlos reached out to take your hand, his fingers slightly quivering. "there is something i need to tell you," he said softly, in a low tone.

your breath caught. "what is it?"

"i like you," he said, his words tumbling out with raw honesty. "not just as my race engineer or my friend, but as someone i want to be with."

a radiant smile spread across your face. "carlos, what about lando then? he'd be so jealous,"

he stared at you dumbfounded for a second before bursting out, laughing. you heart skipped a beat at the sound.

squeezing his hand, you whispered, "i like you too. i've been dying to tell you this for a long time."

before you could say anything more, the sound of fireworks outside drew your attention. as the sky exploded in brilliant colors, carlos leaned in, his lips brushing against yours softly yet fiercely. the cheers of your family from the doorway broke the spell as you pulled apart, laughing. they were clapping and cheering, some holding sparklers as they teased the two of you mercilessly.

later in the celebrations, your mother beckoned carlos. "you know, she speaks about you day in and day out. in each call, during each visit, she speaks about only one person. carlos said this; carlos did that. we are waiting for such a moment. for a very long time we have been."

carlos smiled so wide, so broad that the happiness seemed to fill his chest. "i will take care of her well," he vowed seriously.

your father, listening in, reached out and smacked him on the shoulder. "we know you will, son. welcome to the family."

as the night progressed, the house was filled with laughter and celebration. you and carlos slipped outside onto the patio, watching as the neighborhood erupted into a sea of flickering diyas and crackling sparklers. he took your hand, weaving his fingers into yours.

"thank you," he said softly, his voice filled with emotion. "for sharing this with me. for letting me be a part of your world."

You smiled, leaning your head against his shoulder. "you’re not just a part of it, carlos. you are my world."

in that moment, surrounded by the glow of diwali lights and the warmth of your family, carlos felt like the luckiest man alive. the festive cheer, the love in your eyes, and the promise of a future together made him realize this was the greatest victory of his life.

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my first carlos fic! lemme know what you think of it! this is my prompt list, so y'all can select a number, give me a driver and i will write it as soon as possible! i also have a google form for a taglist if anyone's interested! you can sent in your requests here :)

taglist: @imlonelydontsendhelp ; @greantii ; @anamiad00msday ; @maketheshadowsfearyou ; @nocturnalherb16 ; @justaf1girl ; @peterholland04 ; @phobiccneel ; @winkev1 ; @alexxavicry

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

Also here’s a few more of the gift ones! I just think they’re neat :p I find it so fun to learn a bit more about how you feel about each of your stories!

🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁 (for the chapter you’re currently most excited to share)

🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁 (for the story whose plot you’ve had the most fun figuring out)

🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁 (for whichever story is calling you to write at this second)

I hope you have fun! And I know this is technically a rouge way of playing your make me write game, so if you’d rather I not send more of these ones in the future just let me know.

Thank you as always for sharing your amazing talent and the stories that bring me such joy!

- PCA <3

HI PCA! Doing this one first because matching the fic to your questions is so fun for me. I love this.

First 🎁: chapter I'm currently most excited to share - would be 🔼 because we're about to hit A POINT.

21 for 🔼:

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“And, uh… And Jane. She… I mean, you’re doing such a good job, Shannon. She’s so beautiful.”

“Isn’t she?” Shannon chuckles. 

“It’s the same over a screen.”

“No,” Shannon says. “It never was.” 

Eddie sighs. “I really miss you.”

“You just saw me,” she teases, but he can hear that her heart isn’t really in it.

“Still,” he says. “I do.”

“I really miss you, too.” 

He smiles. “We’ll be back soon. For the veggies.”

“Can’t wait to up my salad intake.”

“Yeah, this is really for your health,” Eddie jokes. 

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Second 🎁: story with the plot I had the most fun figuring out, I'm gonna have to say ⚡️, because it was like my ideal ending for them when I was watching season 6.

21 for ⚡️:

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Buck knows the moment he sees Captain Bowman that there will be trouble today. It’s not going to come from him, but there will be trouble. For one, he never tried to make trouble when he was at the 114. Captain Bowman threw it at him. For another, he’s sure as shit not going to make today harder for Eddie. He’s so proud of Eddie. Running this call like he’s been doing it forever. Buck will sooner drown Bowman under his boot in this flooding than make Eddie’s job more difficult. 

It takes Captain Bowman a moment to see him. He exchanges a few words with Hen. Buck can see the smug, superior sort of look on his face. He thinks he’s better than Hen. Buck can tell. Well, of course he does. He thinks he’s better than everyone he encounters. After he’s done trying to condescend to Hen, he finally looks past her and looks at her team. 

They are, of course, still working. Trying to free a trapped couple in a flooding house. They can’t go in through the halls, and the room has no windows. A hastily constructed divider put up in one larger bedroom to rent it out for more money is the reason for that. Always such a pleasure when first responders get to bear the guilt of not saving someone in time because of shit like that. 

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And for the third 🎁? What am I called to write? Of course🌲! So 21 for 🌲:

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Her voice is like stone. Eddie hardly recognizes her. “You’re going to release Dad from this hypnosis right now. If you don’t, I will. What happens, happens.”

“Adriana,” Sophia pleads.

“Mmm, no,” Adriana says. “I’m sick of this game. This has been our whole lives. She doesn’t actually have any power over us anymore.”

“Just our father,” Eddie reminds her. 

“She won’t kill him,” Adriana says. 

“You don’t know that!” Sophia hisses.

Helena just stares her youngest daughter down, challenging her. Willing her to call her bluff. 

“Yeah, I do,” Adriana says. “Mom, have you ever killed anyone?”

“Of course not!” Helena snaps. “I kept myself under control.”

[ramblerogue]

It's been 3 years, and I still think about the Deep Bleu Sea fight.

[beccaiscold]

As we get closer to the playoffs, I figured it would be best to make an introductory post for any new Canucks fans (or anyone that wants to bandwagon if your team didn't make it to the playoffs or if you're still deciding on who should be your team). A post like this was made by @mattymartin when the Avs were making it to the finals and it's what really got me into loving hockey, so I figured that I would return the favor for any newbies this season!

If you see this post on your timeline, please reblog! This took a very long time to make and I want this to reach as many new fans as possible!

Without further ado, here are your 2023-2024 Vancouver Canucks!

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

🌸 !!CHAPTER ELEVEN POSTED!! 🌸

Title: Four Walls

Tags: slow burn, domesticity, friends to lovers, smut, pining post sias/pre am era

Summary: Disillusioned with LA and on the heels of a breakup, Alex goes to stay with Miles in London.

[kyouka-supremacy]

Hi. I've calmed down a bit, and I think it's better if I just take a break from Tumblr for a while. Right now, I don't feel the fandom to be the same chill and safe space as I felt it to be, so I'd rather take some time until I can feel comfortable again with posting. All my side blogs will be on hiatus too. I'm terribly sorry for any discomfort this may cause.

A deep, wholehearted thank you to anyone who reached out in the last hours in replies, asks and dms to share their support and love. Seriously, you can't imagine how much it meant to me, how meaningful every single message I got was to me. Yesterday I was really believing my blog didn't bring anything but negativity and hatred to the community; thank you for reaching out to tell me I was able to share a little happiness, too. Words cannot express how indebted I am to you; you made me feel again like the posting I made on my blog was worth it, for you alone.

I don't think I'll deactivate for the time being. The temptation is still very strong, but I've poured so much time and dedication and love on this blog, I don't think it'd be fair to delete it. I hope in the future there'll still be people who my posts can make happy.

Lastly, I want to apologize once again to the people for whom my posts evoked so many negative sentiments. I know it's impossible to avoid, but I'm still sorry that happened. I apologize to you.

Please, be kind to each other. Make some ss/kk posts on my behalf while I'm away :)

[crownedwille]

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[an-inky-fingered-lass]

Let Me Speak: A Character Study

(A story of life, love, and hope; of sorrow, struggle, and rebuilding after loss. A story of everything a life can be, and all the ways it matters. A character study of Melinda May, and the parts of her story they didn’t tell.)

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PART ONE

At the age of six years old, Melinda Qiaolian May knew two things:

One—regardless of the cheerful ribbing from her father about children and the things they would understand when they were older, she would not, at any point in her life, enjoy coffee. (This assertion stood the test of time, as it turned out, a fact Melinda maintained with righteous dignity throughout her life).

Two—she was not afraid of heights. 

There were other things she knew, of course, and things she was very much afraid of. But — there are priorities. As she grew older, Melinda liked to keep a count of all the things that didn’t scare her, and practiced leaning into the way those certainties weighed steady on her spine when shadows stretched strangely in the night. 

Continue reading on ao3.

[shadowbends]

“When I did open that portal,” Mikey went on, cutting him off. “Do you know what I was thinking?” He heard Raph’s mouth click audibly shut and waited. When no guesses were forthcoming, he took a shaky breath and hid his face in his brother’s shoulder. “I panicked. I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t let the Krang out, but I had to help Leo, so…” And oh great, now he was crying too. Mikey sniffed, and forced himself to continue. “All I could think about was wanting you to come and make it better.”

The family sets out to find the ingredients for the elixir meant to help Leo, but is this really the plan? Mikey drags the truth from Draxum and gets more than he bargained for.

(This chapter is a long boy, good lord. The previous ones have all finished around the 12-14 page count, but this chapter's coming in pretty at a full 21. As a reward for all this exposition, Mikey is allowed one (1) f-bomb. As a treat.)

[kuriboo]

Fusion Tag

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Fandoms: Yu-Gi-Oh! GX, Yu-Gi-Oh! ARC-V

Characters: Serena (Yu-Gi-Oh), Yuuki Juudai | Jaden Yuki

Additional Tags: During Canon, Post-Canon, Canon-Typical Behavior, this is post yugioh gx canon and early season 1 arc v canon, Background Relationships, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Child Soldiers, i'm sorry if there's anything i missed, i am trying to hit the right warnings for gx and arc v, specifically gx season 3 and arc v's fusion dimension, Kaiba Land

Words: 3,934

Summary:

When Judai heads back to Duel Academia, he intends for it to be a routine visit. Hang out with Asuka for a while, check out how things are going at the closest place he's ever had to a home... When he runs into Serena, he gets more than he bargained for. Judai may have ended up at the wrong Duel Academia.

This fic is part of the @ygobigbang 2024 Mini Bang! Please check out the associated fanart and other pieces submitted for the bang!

LINK TO AO3

[mutxnts]

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: 逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth/Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright

Characters: Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth, Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright

Additional Tags: One Shot, Seven Year Gap (Gyakuten Saiban), Post-Gyakuten Saiban 3 | Trials & Tribulations, Disbarred Phoenix Wright, Beanix, Smoking, Mentioned Maya Fey, Light Angst, Angst and Feels, Feelings, Existential Crisis, Depression, Abandoned Work - Unfinished and Discontinued

Series: Part 1 of Unfinished Works

Summary:

Miles returns from abroad and finds one very contemplative Phoenix Wright.

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Note: This is a wip of mine that I'm never going to finish, but I still wanted to share anyway. Please keep that in mind if reading incomplete works isn't your thing.

[supernovaa-remnant]

soooooo Ad Aeternum (the dreambur fic) to be posted on Saturday I think??

[ghostzzy]

i'm doing it. go follow @z-alone cuz that's my edgy little pen name and that's where i'm gonna drop fallen later today!

[delphinia13]

I have barely recovered from the football world cup last month, and now the rugby world cup is starting in just a couple of hours! I'm excited, but also dreading the inevitable from a Scottish perspective - I've been mad about the draw since 2020, still can't believe they did it so early, and based on rankings from January, not even two months after the previous world cup. It's a terrible system and I really wish they'd change it.

However, I have to admit it's set up some exciting pools - pool C in particular stands out, I feel like any of Australia, Wales, Fiji, or Georgia could qualify, in fact I'll be disappointed if it does end up just being Australia and Wales! Likewise, while England are usually my second team, I'd be more than happy seeing them stay in the pool and Argentina and Japan making it out of pool D.

I'll be supporting Scotland no matter what but I'm not gonna get my hopes up too high - yes, I think we could beat any team on a good day, but we can also lose to just about anyone in a way you wouldn't expect, say, the All Blacks or Springboks to - it would be just like Scotland to pull a shock victory against South Africa or Ireland only to lose to Tonga and fail to qualify anyway. Also, even if we somehow pull off a victory against South Africa/Ireland, that doesn't guarantee qualification, it could then come down to bonus points if the team we beat also beat the other one. And if a miracle happens, it'll be France or New Zealand waiting in the Quater-finals... but my honest prediction is Scotland come third in the pool losing to both South Africa and Ireland - my only hope is that we put in some good performances along the way.

The Quarter-finals will be brutal, only two of the four big favourites can get through. I have a feeling the Semis will be pretty dull after that, with the draw being so imbalanced, but if players get lost along the way to injury or cards I could see one of the favourites still going down there.

Right now I'm leaning towards a French victory. It feels like there's so little between the top four teams, so I think the home-side advantage will just tip it in their favour. I would not be surprised if the final winds up being a repeat of this opening match - France v New Zealand - it would be poetic in a way. Whatever happens though, in the end I just want to see some good rugby!