#950 S/N

[nita-engle-reference]

Safe Harbor Nita Engle (1925-2019) Watercolor, 1987

[pellucid-constellations]

Azriel with single mom reader? I feel like being a single mom in ACOTAR would be tricky as hell... reader comes from autumn court and flees to night court because she got pregnant out of marriage? 😯 the shame

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Word count: ~950

Warnings: Nothing yet, maybe just a little angst

a/n: Okay I know this is a drabble but this is definitely getting more parts like I am attached to this storyline now and LOVE that you requested it 🤗

Read part two here

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You leaned against a pillar just outside the school, a twitch creeping up your hands until your fingers spasmed. You shoved them under the bend of your elbows, crossing your arms and biting into your lip. 

She was fine. 

She was more than fine—Velaris was safe. 

Anything would have been safer than facing your father’s wrath back in Autumn, but you had gotten extremely lucky with the timing of your escape. Falling pregnant with your daughter had not been in the cards, especially not after a single night of rebellion, but with Velaris’s doors opening up just days after your healer broke the news, something seemed to be written in the stars. 

But every day was still a gamble; your father could find you at any time. 

The past five years had been a miracle, if you were being honest. 

School was supposed to end two minutes ago. 

Your foot began to shake, popping your knee up and down and making your body vibrate with the anxiety that consumed you. 

You shouldn’t have let her go to school. 

Melanie only had a few friends—neighbor kids whose parents you had vetted extensively—but that had been enough for her to get the idea into her head. You had planned on homeschooling her, or at least waiting until she was a few years older before letting her out into the world. Unfortunately, that had not been Melanie’s plan, and Melanie had so many wonderful plans. As most five-year-olds did. 

Gods, what if—

“First day?” a rumbling voice made you pause your nervous fidgeting. The man spoke again. “If you’re worried, don’t be. The teacher is great. Just forgetful when it comes to time. They are typically a few minutes late every day.” 

You swallowed and turned around despite every voice in your head telling you not to. But those voices in your head were completely and utterly wrong about a multitude of things. Behind you, you found a man—an Illyrian—with wings an ungodly size and shadows swirling down his legs and onto a uniform pool along the ground. And he was gorgeous—unabashedly gorgeous in the most devastating way. 

You looked up from your blatant investigation of him, meeting his eye and stuttering out, “Oh. That’s… that’s good to know. Thank you.” 

If he noticed your stutter, he didn’t make any sign of it. Instead, the man with the wings and the shadows blinked several times, furrowed his brows, and took a step back as if to steady himself. Perhaps, if you weren’t a bundle of unreasonable nervous energy, you would have found his actions strange, but you were. So you simply offered him a superficial, airy laugh and uncrossed your arms. 

“I—” the man began, but he seemed to lose his train of thought, a heat traveling up his cheeks in a way that looked foreign. “I’m Azriel.” 

Oh, wonderful. Introductions. 

You tried your hardest to stay very far away from very many people. It was the best way to keep yourself hidden. You couldn’t avoid the neighbors, and you supposed you couldn’t avoid fae like Melanie’s teacher, but this was different. 

Shit. 

You offered your name, anyway, afraid of appearing too outlandish in an otherwise casual setting. 

It would be fine. 

This was fine. 

Azriel repeated it in a breathless way, but then the school bell rang and something seemed to click in his brain. The small smile that had curled up the corner of his mouth became hard and he shot his eyes quickly one way and then the other, inspecting your surroundings. 

Maybe this wasn’t fine. 

“Are you a new mom in the area?” Azriel asked. 

All of your nerves shifted to guarded unease. “I am,” you offered, not caring if it was almost a lie. 

“The moms here don’t usually do the pick ups alone.” 

“You’re doing a pick up alone, it seems.” 

“I’m picking up my nephew,” Azriel explained, relaxing his posture, making himself smaller, seemingly gauging the building tension. “I didn’t mean to come across—I just asked because the mothers here typically have help. From their mates or partners. From the father.” 

You bit the inside of your cheek, your next words tumbling out before you could catch them. “Well, I’m alone.” 

Double shit. 

Azriel seemed to let out a breath, his shadows whipping around along the ground. 

You braced yourself for further questioning, for the judgments that would surely follow, but then you were attacked from behind by a pair of arms wrapping around your knees. You turned quickly, scooping your daughter into a hug and promptly dismissing any further conversation with the stranger. 

“Hi, Mel,” you smiled, tucking her hair back as you subtly looked her over. “How was school? Did you like it?” 

“I loved it!” she excitedly replied. She rambled on a bit more after that, retelling her day by the minute. 

You felt eyes on you the entire time. A small boy had run and jumped into Azriel’s arms in your peripheral, but even as the boy talked and talked just as Melanie did, you felt the occasional glance your way. And some of Azriel’s shadows had to be reigned in multiple times, the small wisps licking at your ankles. 

The teacher suddenly spoke up and you were eavesdropping, straining your ears to listen in on her greeting towards the Illyrian.

“Oh, Azriel, lovely to see you. We were hoping the High Lady would be picking Nyx up, but this is even better. There is a showcase in a few weeks that—” 

You felt your world freeze. 

High Lady. 

You had been speaking to someone in close relation to the Night Court. You let someone know your name, told them you were alone with a child, and they had direct access to the High Lord and Lady. 

You whisked Melanie into your arms despite her protests and beelined it home. 

Shit. 

part two

[undeadcannibal]

there's a trend on tiktok where a woman makes dinner and gives herself barely any compared to her partner and says "that's all we had left" when they notice it to get the partner's reaction. i would love to see how you think the members of the 141 would react to the reader doing this (or something similar) 🤭 if this is too specific or just not your thing feel free to ignore it! love your writing though :)

Summary: 141 Guys reactions to you giving yourself a smaller amount of food as a prank.

Genre: drabble, request(s)

Warnings: none

Word count: 950

A/N: Thank you for the request, Anon! I hope you - and the readers - enjoy! ( Gif credit: xxx )

Price

Oh, do not even play with this man when it comes to keeping his partner happy and fed.

He's always excited for whatever dinner you've decided to make, thankful for anything.

John's ready to thank you for the meal and dig in when he notices your plate once you sit down.

His gaze flits back and forth from your plate to his, immediately catching onto the portion difference between the two of you. His plate is well covered with generous portions of food, and yours? Such a pitiful amount, you'd think it was fit for a bird to peck at. 

"It was all we had left." You explain as you grab your utensils to start your meal when John immediately reaches over and grabs yours. Placing down to replace his dish as he swaps it out for his own. Ensuring you had the bigger portion. 

"John--" Wordlessly, he takes what he can; eating, chewing, then swallowing and smiling as if nothing was wrong. 

"Delicious as always, hun." 

You can't even argue with him as he silences you with a lift of his finger. "Don't even think of squabblin' with me over it."

Soap

Johnny adored a heaping portion of home cooked food made with love.

It reminded him of simpler times, soothed his soul in a way he couldn't quite describe with words. 

Your food was unlike anything he'd had before, how could he refuse such an opportunity as eating a meal you made specifically for him? 

While he was talking your ear off about anything that sprung to mind, he was happy to see you strolling over with plates of scrumptious food. His mouth was already watering at the scent wafting his way. He was rubbing his hands together in anticipation of savoring every bite, he paused. 

His plate was stacked quite generously - that was normal - but yours lacked much less than his. To the point he was sure he was making a concerned expression on his face, your head tilting ever so slightly at his confusion.

"We didn't have much left after I fixed your plate. It's okay!" You tried reassuring him. 

Despite your attempts to fight off his hand sneaking its way over towards your plate, he softly huffed at you. His fingers managed to get a tight grip on your plate. 

"Lass... Don't you dare." 

You crossed your arms at your chest. "Oh? Dare, what? I'm just being a good host!" You defended. 

Johnny merely shook his head, distracting you as he shifted your plate over to his side, then pushing his over to yours. 

"I'll be damned if you think you're gettin' away with eatin' less than me." 

Ghost 

Simon would never turn down your offer of a home cooked meal. 

So, when you're bringing over the plates so the two of you can eat a meal together, he's catching on right away. Noticing the way one hand looks like it's weighed down more than the other. 

Not long after you set the plates down, Simon's glaring at you, not daring to look away until you explain yourself. 

"What?" You ask before you take a sip of your beverage, matching his gaze and not backing down. "I wanted to make sure you were fed well and didn't have much left, so I just gave myself the smaller portion. Is there a problem?"

"Absolutely." He answered. 

He doesn't even bother with your feeble attempts at arguing, insisting that he keeps the well-filled plate to himself. He doesn't give a single shit as reaching over, easily overwhelming your own grip as he takes it from you. Shoving the heavier plate towards you. 

Ignoring you in favor of blinking silently, Simon merely shrugs, and then begins to eat the small amount he'd taken over what he was given. Thankful for anything that wasn't the scraps they gave him, or what he was used to before. Careless of how much he got. 

He'd survived on much less. 

"Quit your squawkin', bird. Eat your food or I'll have to feed ya' m'self." 

Gaz

It's a rare occasion that Kyle allows you to serve him rather than the other way around. 

He can't complain about the opportunity to get a good meal and relax for a while though. 

As he's sitting at the table, telling you tales of what him and the rest of the squad have been through - at least what he's able to - he's watching as you finish. Turning his back just as you begin to plate everything. 

He's taking a drink of his water right when you arrive, hands filled with each of your plates as you place his in front of him and yours down at your side. 

He nearly chokes on his water once he notices just how much you gave him... and how little you gave yourself. 

After he swallows the water that nearly asphyxiated him, he clears his throat, smiling softly at you. 

"Love?" 

"Yes?" You reply, doing your best to stop the smile that threatened to break out on your face. 

"What's with... this?" He asked, referencing the portions on the plates with a back and forth gesture of his hand. 

"Oh, after I made your plate, I didn't have much left so I just gave myself what we did have. Don't sweat it!" You insisted, waving him off. 

"Oh. Okay..." Kyle replied. After a moment of silence, he looked at you, asking if you'd refill his glass - to which he knew you'd expect - and once you'd turn away, he's quick to switch the plates. Happily settling for the tiny portion so you'd be well fed. 

"Kyle!" You groan.

"Oh, hush. Did you really think I'd let you get away with that?" He explains with a cheeky grin on his face.

[novaursa]

hi hi!! i love your writing so much!!

could i request a robb stark x targaryen!reader where the reader is a ward of the starks after robert's rebellion?

Silver in the Snow

- Summary: Short story about your life as a ward of Winterfell and how you came to love a wolf.

- Pairing: targ!reader/Robb Stark

- Rating: Mild 13+

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @oxymakestheworldgoround @idenyimimdenial

- A/N: Due to lack of information provided, this short story has only around 950 words.

The snows of the North were merciless, but you learned to love them. It began with your first breath of frigid air upon stepping out of the carriage that had brought you to Winterfell—a castle of grey stone and colder silences. You were barely six when Ser Willem Darry’s last trusted man placed you in the care of Lord Eddard Stark, murmuring half-truths about a noble girl in need of protection after her family’s misfortunes. They never told the truth, not fully. That you were the blood of the dragon, that you were Daenerys's twin, born with the same pale hair and violet eyes—traits too dangerous in a realm still pulsing with Robert’s wrath. But Lord Stark looked into your eyes, and you saw the flicker of recognition—he had known your mother, once. He didn’t speak of it. He never did. Only accepted you with quiet honor, as he did all burdens.

You slept in a tower room overlooking the godswood, and in time you learned the rhythm of Winterfell. The way the wind howled like wolves. The way the direwolves stirred when you passed. Ghost followed you often, red eyes locked on yours as though he knew what blood ran in your veins. You were schooled alongside the Stark children, your accent too soft and your manners too courtly at first, but Sansa took to you kindly, and Arya—brash and wild—taught you to climb trees and stain your hems with grass. You grew into yourself in Winterfell, the fire in your blood tempered by Northern snow, your laughter sometimes echoing down those somber halls.

It was Robb who changed everything. You knew him as a boy, all proud shoulders and a mop of auburn curls, trying to be a man too fast. At first, he regarded you as another sister—gentle but distant, formal in the way of boys taught to guard their hearts behind swords and honor. But you were never quite a Stark, and he was never able to look at you like a sister for long. Not after you started to grow tall and graceful like your mother had been, or when your pale hair, braided with blue ribbons, gleamed in the sun. Not after the day you bested Jon in archery—your arrow slicing the air and sinking deep into the hay target, and your triumphant grin turning Robb’s breath shallow.

One afternoon, you stood in the godswood alone, your cloak pulled tight around you as you traced your fingers over the bark of the weirwood. The red sap stained your fingertips like blood. Robb found you there, quiet and strange, the way you always were when the air turned heavy with memory.

“You always come here when it snows,” he said, stepping closer.

“It almost always snows,” you replied with a faint smile.

He tilted his head, watching you. “Is it that you miss somewhere warmer? Or is it something else?”

You looked up at the carved face of the old god. “I don’t remember warmer. I only remember stories of fire and death.”

His expression softened. “You never speak of where you came from.”

“And you never ask.”

“I do now.”

You looked at him then, really looked—into those blue eyes that held the weight of the North and something gentler beneath it. “I came from fire,” you whispered. “From smoke and shadow and screaming. But I live now in snow and stone and silence. I’m not sure which is better.”

“I think you were meant to be here,” Robb said quietly. “The North suits you.”

“And you,” you replied, voice low, “do not fear what I am?”

He stepped closer, and when his gloved hand brushed yours, it was not the weirwood that made your heart race. “I never have.”

From that day, something changed. He began to seek you out in little ways—in the training yard, where he’d pause his sparring to smile at you; in the solar, where he’d sit beside you as you stitched poorly and cursed under your breath, earning his soft laughter. You rode together often, his direwolf Gray Wind trotting beside your white mare, and sometimes you’d sneak away to the lake that froze over in cold. You showed him how to dance—an art foreign to Northern boys—and he showed you how to fish beneath the ice, his hands steady on yours as you held the line.

“I never thought I’d fall for a girl with dragon blood,” he murmured one night by the hearth, the fire casting gold across your silver hair.

“And I never thought I’d fall for a wolf,” you answered, not meeting his gaze. “Yet here we are.”

He leaned closer, the scent of pine and snow clinging to him. “Tell me you feel it too.”

You turned your head slowly, until your lips brushed his. “I do.”

It wasn’t a kiss of wildfire—it was something slower, deeper, like embers banked beneath furs, something you could bury yourself in and never feel cold again. His hands framed your face with reverence, and your fingers tangled in his curls, pulling him closer, never wanting to let go.

Your love grew in secret, a thing of shared glances and whispered goodnights, stolen touches beneath the stars. Only Jon seemed to suspect, his eyes flicking between you with quiet knowing, but he never said a word. Even Lady Catelyn, sharp-eyed as she was, never looked twice—perhaps because you had always been the quiet ward, the girl of "unknown" origin who kept to the shadows and smiled when spoken to. But in the quiet corners of Winterfell, in the hush of snowfall and the hush of your joined hands, you were no longer a stranger.

You were his. And he was yours.

[sophswritingthings]

what if a mizu x fem reader who’s her childhood crush? fem reader is like master eiji’s granddaughter or a child who was raised by him/visits him often. mizu sees her around often as a child and falls for her. years later, reader saves mizu and is like “miss me?” and Mizu’s first instinct is to tackle them into a tight hug

pairing: mixu x fem!childhoodcrush!reader

warning(s): the usual, y'know, swearing

a/n: I know I have others who put in a request before this, but I HAVE TO INDULGE RQ THEN I'LL GET BACK TO IT. this is so cute anon

summary: mizu hadn't grown up around people; she wasn't ever allowed outside. that was until she found the sword father, and stayed with him. she meets you, a pretty young girl her age, who happens to be his granddaughter. she falls for you--and years later--when she sees you again.. all of those feelings begin to resurface.

word count: 950 words / 5,010 characters

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mizu stopped in her tracks, holding a large pair of long iron tongs in her small hands. she saw you, her heart beginning to pound in her chest. a pretty young lady, about her age.

what would a girl such as yourself want to do with sword father?

she cleared her throat.

"hello," you murmur to her. you'd never seen her before; and those eyes... blue as the water. "who is this.. grandfather?"

you turn to your grandfather. he holds up a hand, gesturing for you to silence. he than gestures for mizu to hand him the tongs, in which, she does.

your grandfather doesn't answer you, so you take to a different approach. just ask her directly.

"who are you?" you murmur, "and what is your name?"

she clears her throat again, coughing a little before she spoke. so awkward, and for what?

"mizu," she replied rather quietly. “I-I’m.. staying here. with your um, grandfather.”

you chuckle at her awkward tone. you smile at her, offering your hand for her to shake. you were a little taller than her.

she grabbed your hand, shaking it softly.

from then on; you had visited every so often, when your mother would allow it. you two got along like two peas in a pod; you were best friends.

and every time mizu saw you, she swore you got more beautiful.

that was until she had gone. one day when you had come to visit; the girl had disappeared into the wind. your grandfather had told you that she had disappeared on a quest.

and you never saw her again.

that was until now.

you were settled outside your home, knitting and watching the people go by along the cobbled streets.

someone of… interest, caught your eye.

the minute you saw them; you knew exactly who it was.

mizu.

your first instinct was to call out to her; but it seemed that wasn’t exactly possible right now. she was being chased, a sword attached to her hip.

you couldn’t just sit here, right? no, you couldn’t. you leapt to your feet, throwing yourself between the now seemingly samurai mizu, and the one chasing her.

“leave them go,” you hiss.

“move, girl,” he grumbles back, looking up at mizu than down at you. “he’s killed half my men!”

“and I’m sure he had a good reason to,” you glance at mizu over your shoulder, smiling softly. “head off and leave us be now. whatever business you have to settle with him, you can settle in a honorable matter like men.”

the man groaned, glaring at mizu as he stomped off.

you turned to mizu with a bright, bright smile.

“miss me?”

you giggle, gazing up at her. god she'd gotten tall; you used to be taller than her, now she was probably a foot taller than you!

she says nothing.

a gentle smile spreads across her lips, and she tackles you into a tight hug.

you laugh, rolling onto the snowy cobblestone ground with the woman. your blushing a little, seeing as she’s now sitting on top of you, gazing up at her.

“I suppose you did, than!” you laugh.

she sits you up, nuzzling into your neck.

“I did. I really did.”

you were beautiful as ever. maybe even more beautiful than the last she had seen of you. a proper woman, one of she was not, but that didn’t matter. she was happy to see you after all this time. and you had saved her, no less.

“so.. what are you up to, now?” you gesture her up and down, “a samurai, are you? I thought you would be married by now..”

that made her flinch, seeing as she was once married, and the son of a bitch turned her in. and she may or may not have killed him.

she wasn’t going to tell you that, though, because you'd certainly call her stupid if she did.

her sights had changed, certainly.

“I am a samurai, yes,” she replied, glancing away.

“and what brings you back around here, hm?” you annunciate the hm, smiling as she helps you to your feet, holding her hat under her arm.

“a quest. my vow.”

her vow. yes, you thought she'd told you about that.

“I didn’t think you would still live here.” she replies. a woman as beautiful as you had to be married off, right?

“I am waiting for my father to find me a match,” you roll your eyes. “not that I want him to.”

she cocked her head. so you weren’t married. and for some reason, now she was blushing, thoughts swarming her mind.

maybe she could be that match—

no. mizu, no.

you wouldn’t think of it. you looked at her as a friend, a childhood friend you hadn’t seen in years.

“under.. understood,” she whispers.

if you were being honest with yourself, you'd always had a little crush on mizu. and looking at her now, the strength she simply admitted from her, those good looks. those eyes.

your father would never allow it. but who cared what he wanted?

“are you going to visit? eiji, I mean.” you murmur. “I-I could accompany you, if you are.”

“ah, right—“ she stops herself as she hears you offer to come with her, “you could if you want to.”

“yes. yes, I’d like that.” you nod, beginning to walk side by side with her. you gently brushed her hand, giving her a small smile.

it made her heart pound in her damn chest. it told her something, maybe you wanted to explore this. you had obviously noticed it on her face.

she clasped your hand as you walked.

she wanted to explore it, too.

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a/n: mizu and a childhood crush is always my favorite <333

[beastszai]

✦ Dazai and Chuuya childhood headcanons (2/2) ✦

part 1

!!! THIS POST CONTAINS STORMBRINGER SPOILERS !!!

♫ Orchard - OMORI

✧ warnings : STORMBRINGER SPOILERS・mentions of s*icide, death, hospitalization, alcoholism, etc.・angst・pure angst…・ooc (???)

✧ a/n : got way too long im sorr… but I love chuuya so much and all these headcanons have been eating dust in the back of my head and im so happy (lie) to finally post them

w/c : 950

!!! these are just personal headcanons and are not accurate to the canon story !!!

✦ Chuuya :

Chuuya’s parents weren’t blessed with a child even after years of marriage…

…So when he was born, they were so happy that they celebrated 3 days and nights (like the real Chuuya Nakahara !!)

Such a sweet boy… very polite and a tiny bit shy

He actually had an amazing bond with both his parents

And they loved him a lot, too!

How mini Chuuya would help his mom around the house, how he would randomly tell her that he loves her :,^)

Chuuya was probably interested in his father’s work (military doctor, like the real Chuuya’s father!!)

AUGHH he would peek at his dad working with those big blue curious eyes

Also, unlike Dazai, I headcanon that Chuuya has siblings!

2 little sisters!!

When his first little sister was born, he was probably around 3 or 4

Was quick to grow attached to his sister

And when his second sister came around, he was around 7

Was very overprotective of his sisters, and had a big soft spot for them

Would piggyback carry their younger sister every morning to school while holding his other sisters hand

Brilliant kid

Adored by absolutely everyone and everything

Chuuya and the family dinners with the rest of the Nakahara family SIGHHH

His mom always worried about him not eating enough (even though he did.)

His dad developed this hobby and habit of checking Chuuya and his sisters’ heights and mark them on the wall

Chuuya wasn’t the happiest when he figured that his younger sister was nearly the same height as him…

And regarding Stormbringer and how he was put in a lab…

Ohhh how his mom was losing her mind over Chuuya’s father allowing such a thing

His family kind of… grew distant and fell apart from then on

Constant arguing between his parents while he was in the lab… how his sister would cover their younger sister’s ears each time they’d argue

She’d ask where Chuuya had gone every now and then, but it was like a forbidden topic in the house

His mom would either tear up or just lash out on his sister

And his dad would yell and cuss her out, saying things like “Goddammit stop asking stupid questions! He’s fine for god’s sake!!! Be patient and he’ll be back sooner than you think!!!”

Chuuya’s dad wasn’t very happy with the decision he made either

Regretting it like crazy and losing sleep, losing focus…

And once the news broke that their one and only son was dead (aka his clone… fuck stormbringer bro…)

His family was worse than ever before.

Chuuya’s dad cried… a lot. Fell into being an alcoholic for a long time

His sisters? Despite their young age and how they couldn’t wrap their heads around the idea of death…

They were devastated. Completely had their hearts and souls shattered

But his mom… she was the worst out of them all

It broke her so much that she couldn’t even cry over her son’s death

She was left in a daze, unaware of her surroundings and just… in her own world

Though, once it registered in her mind? How she would scream and cry at odd hours of the night, begging for Chuuya…

She would push away anyone who would try to comfort her, hit them and curse them out, only wanting Chuuya

Even though Chuuya’s ‘death’ had sunk in and she understood it, she’d scream at everyone to get away from her and that ‘only Chuuya can come close to her’

S*icide attempts became a regular thing

…the amount of times Chuuya’s dad was called during work hours and just rushed home to stop his wife from taking her life…

His sister lost sleep and stopped being the top student at school because of how difficult everything had become

Their younger sister was a bit better, considering she was small

But it still hurt, she’d call Chuuya out of habit, just to remember that he was never gonna answer her calling out to him

His mom’s situation got so bad that she was hospitalized for years

And even now that the entire Nakahara family has accepted Chuuya’s ‘death’

His mom hasn’t. She’s doing a lot better than before getting hospitalized but…

She always seems to be spaced out. She doesn’t smile or laugh, and even when she does… it seems forced and it’s only for a brief moment

His mom doesn’t talk much, not to anyone

She often spends her time talking to framed pictures of Chuuya. She still cries every now and then, but tries to hide it…

And honestly? I think that Chuuya has considered going back to his family

He’s coincidentally seen his sisters and made sure they got home safely from school/work while watching from afar… then return to his own work

It scares him to go back, not only because of him putting their lives on the line for being a mafia executive

But also because he’s supposed to be ‘dead’. That’s what his family believed and has learned to live with…

So if he were to show up at his childhood home, he’d make them confused

And he can’t even imagine how they would react if he were to go back

So Chuuya just watches over them from a distance…

But maybe, just maybe one day he’ll gather up the courage and listen to the voice in his head telling him to go back

That day won’t be anytime soon, not now. He can’t go back until he’s sure the time is right for him to do so.

Until then, Chuuya just prays that they’ll stay safe and alive…

That’s when he can return to his family, his home…

[millyh23]

Crossing lines: New Beginnings

Leah Williamson x Reader

Word count: 950

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The crisp air of early August filled your lungs as you stepped off the train at King's Cross Station, a mix of excitement and nervousness swirling in your stomach. Today marked the beginning of a new chapter—your transfer to Arsenal Women’s Football Club. You had always dreamed of playing for a top-tier team, and now, thanks to your best friend Katie McCabe, that dream was finally coming true.

Katie had been raving about Arsenal since the day you met in your hometown in Ireland. As young players, she had always encouraged you to follow your passion for football, and now, she was there to welcome you into the club. You had been best friends for years, and the thought of sharing this experience with her made the transition feel like an adventure.

“Y/N!” Katie called out, her voice cutting through the bustling crowd. You turned to see her rushing toward you, her long hair bouncing with every step. A wide smile lit up her face, instantly making your nerves fade away.

“Hey, Katie!” you replied, wrapping your arms around her as she pulled you into a tight embrace. “It’s so good to see you!”

“Ah, it’s great to have you here, Y/n/n! You’re going to love it!” she said, her accent thick with excitement. “Come on, let’s get you sorted out.”

As you stepped into the streets of London, the energy was palpable. You could feel the heartbeat of the city around you, and it made your pulse race. After navigating the Tube and a short walk, you arrived at the training ground, where the familiar green pitch awaited you.

The first few days were a whirlwind of activities. You met the coaching staff, underwent fitness assessments, and participated in team bonding exercises. Most importantly, you were surrounded by some of the best players in women’s football. It was exhilarating but also intimidating.

In the first team meeting, your eyes darted around the room, taking in the familiar faces on the team. Among them was Leah Williamson, the captain. You had watched her play for England numerous times, admiring her leadership and skill on the pitch. But as you observed her now, there was something intimidating about her presence. She was confident, sharp, and had a no-nonsense attitude that set her apart from the rest.

“Just don’t let her scare you off,” Katie whispered as you sat down, glancing at Leah. “She’s tough, but she’s a good captain. You’ll get used to her.”

You felt a knot form in your stomach. It wasn’t that you disliked Leah; it was more that she intimidated you. And you could sense that she had a strong personality, one that wouldn’t easily accept newcomers.

“Right, let’s get to work, ladies!” the coach called out, snapping you back to the present.

As the session began, you did your best to keep up with the drills. Despite your nerves, you felt a sense of belonging with the team. However, Leah’s gaze seemed to linger on you more than the others. Each time you made a mistake—whether it was missing a tackle or misreading her movements—Leah’s eyes would narrow slightly, and you could feel the weight of her judgment.

“Y/N, you need to be more aware,” Leah said curtly during one drill, her tone sharp. “If you want to play at this level, you can’t afford to make those mistakes.”

The comment stung, and you felt your face flush. “I’m trying my best,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Then try harder,” she shot back, the intensity in her gaze making it clear she wasn’t going to go easy on you.

You gritted your teeth, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. You were determined to prove yourself, but Leah’s attitude made it feel like an uphill battle

During training, it became a pattern. Leah would challenge you, and you would push back, each encounter a subtle tug-of-war. Katie watched the dynamic unfold, occasionally shaking her head as she witnessed the tension. “You two need to find a way to work together,” she said one evening after practice. “You can’t keep clashing like this.”

“She’s so intense! I just want to show her I belong here,” you replied, exasperated.

“You will,” Katie assured you, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “But maybe try approaching her differently. I know her; she has a softer side. You just have to see it.”

That evening, you resolved to try. The next day, during a particularly tough training session, you found yourself paired with Leah again.

As you worked on drills, you took a deep breath, determined to engage with her more positively. “Hey, Leah,” you began, trying to keep your tone light. “I know I’ve made mistakes, but I’m really trying to improve.”

Leah glanced at you, surprise flickering in her eyes before her expression hardened again. “You need to take more responsibility, Y/N. If you want to be on the pitch for matches, you need to step up.”

“Fair enough,” you replied, trying to match her intensity. “But maybe you could offer some advice instead of just criticism?”

There was a moment of silence as Leah studied you, her gaze calculating. “Alright, let’s see if you can keep up with me on this drill,” she challenged, an edge of competitiveness in her voice.

As the session progressed, you found yourself pushing harder, fueled by Leah’s intensity. You could see her warming up to you, and as you finished the drill, a small, satisfied smile crept onto her lips.

“Not bad, Y/N,” she admitted, her tone less harsh than before.

“Thanks,” you replied, feeling a flicker of hope. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

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[new-author3]

Title: The Weight of Loss

Pairing: Tim Bradford x S/N

Summary: The loss of a dear friend can leave invisible scars, and S/N knows this better than anyone. Between reports and the daily routine at the precinct, she tries to move forward, hiding her pain behind an unshakable mask. But some people see beyond appearances. Some people know that being strong all the time can be too heavy a burden. When Tim Bradford decides to intervene, S/N realizes that sometimes what we need most isn’t words... but a simple gesture capable of keeping us on our feet.

Warnings: Grief, mention of death, strong emotional content.

Word count: Approximately 950

Note: English is not my first language, so I apologize for any spelling or grammar mistakes. I did my best to convey the story as clearly as possible, and I hope you enjoy the read!

Jackson West is gone.

The phrase hammered in S/N's mind like an incessant echo. She couldn’t shake it, no matter how hard she tried. It was strange how the world kept turning normally, how people went on with their lives, laughing, talking, making plans for the future… Meanwhile, a piece of her life had been brutally torn away.

The wake had been a test of endurance. Everyone was there, sharing the same pain in different ways. Lucy was devastated, holding back tears as best she could but failing miserably. Angela and Nyla maintained serious expressions, struggling to stay strong, while Grey, despite being a man of few words, made it clear in his tired eyes the weight of the loss.

S/N, on the other hand, didn’t cry. She didn’t allow herself to.

She stood firm, staring at the closed casket, listening to the empty words of comfort people repeated like a mantra. All the while, she felt a tight knot in her throat, but refused to let it win.

Because if she allowed herself even a single moment of weakness, she knew she could completely fall apart...

Now, back at the precinct, she sat at her desk, picked up a random report, and tried to focus. But the numbers and words blurred in front of her eyes. Nothing made sense. The environment felt unreal. As if Jackson were going to walk through the door at any moment, making one of his sharp observations or trying to relieve the tension with a joke. But he wouldn’t come in.

The emptiness he left was a hole no one could fill.

On the other side of the room, Tim was watching her.

He wasn’t the type to interfere in people’s personal matters, but he knew S/N well enough to see that, behind that mask of indifference, something was broken.

Tim had seen this behavior before. He had done it himself more times than he could count. Pretending to be fine, that he could just move on, that he was strong enough to handle everything on his own. He knew how that kind of pain worked — and he knew that sooner or later, if she didn’t find a way to face it, it would consume her.She was hurting. She just didn’t want to show it.

continue....

[bones4thecats]

Can you please do Loona x Short Nerdy Male Reader? Like his walls are covered various collectibles and things. Thanks for your time!

Loona with a Short and Nerdy, M! S/O

Type of Writing: Request Name: Loona with a Short and Nerdy, M! S/O Characters: Loona Buckzo Requester: Anonymous

A/N: This ended up being nearly three pages long and around 950 words! I'm pretty sure this is the longest thing I've written so far, lmao. Anyways, I hope you male and gender-neutral readers love this thing with our favorite gothy-hellhound!

⚠️ TW: Swearing, mentions of murder, stillborns, miscarriages, and neonatal-deaths ⚠️

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Male-Envy-Ring-Hellborn! Reader ; How You Both Met (Seeing Stars Episode)

🐺 You were the heir of one of the most powerful families in the Envy Ring, but despite the pressure to become the perfect sadist, you were far from it

🐺 Unlike your constantly flowing stillborn/miscarriages/neonatal-death caused younger siblings, who produced from both your father and mother’s infidelities, you were far from interested in the power that comes from the corrupt system of Hell's, you were more interested in human things such as comics

🐺 When your parents were sent to the Greed Ring for a meeting with the Knolastname family leader and were found deceased mere weeks later, you decided to stay with one of your godfathers, Stolas Goetia and his wife, Stella, and daughter, Octavia

🐺 Eventually, Stolas had come to keep you in the home with his family, much to Stella’s annoyance. But, at least Octavia had someone to rant with!

🐺 The Goetia male was now dragging both you and Octavia throughout the ordeal of his and Stella's divorce, and only you and her seemed to realize just how desperate she was to see these stars in the human world

🐺 You were there when Stolas burst into the room in an anger because Octavia had gone missing with the grimoire, and seeing Stolas' and your demon forms almost made the three imps and the hellhound piss their pants in both fear and shock

🐺 Loona was not happy to be in the human world, and when you just offered her a hand and pulled her up, she saw just how you really looked. Your hair looked like it was made out of the fins of a fishes' and your skin had littered amounts of scaled

🐺 You really were from the Envy Ring, weren't you?

" Now! First things first if we're gonna do this the old fashioned way, we're gonna need disguises. "

🐺 The next thing you knew, you were staring at a humanoid Stolas and Loona while the three imps stood out like sore thumbs

🐺 Staring at Loona made you flustered and look away shyly, causing her to chuckle when she caught sight of you. You looked just as cute in this form as you did in your demon one

🐺 As you walked through this city Loona called LA, you had noticed that Moxxie and Millie had randomly disappeared while Blitzo and Stolas were kicked into a van and drove off after the head of I.M.P. gave you and Loona the order to find Octavia, making her and you flip him off

🐺 Okay, maybe this was getting out of hand…

" Hey. Ya' want one? " " Sure- uh, what're you listening to? " " Eh, the norm'. Blistering Skulls and whatnot. " " Oh! That's nice… I guess. " " Heh, you sound a lot like Stolas when he’s around my da- I mean Blitz. "

~

🐺 Loona and you were getting tired. You've been running around the city trying to find Octavia by her posts on Sinstagram, much to no avail, as she always was one location ahead of you all

🐺 Now you were here, at some random building that you couldn't remember the name of, but they way it looked out and onto the city reminded you of the old hellborn-comic series, Inked Blood, which had gone out years prior to your birth

🐺 Looking around slightly, you both came to see Octavia. And you looked and Loona and slightly bowed, allowing her to go in first, after all, females get females better

🐺 You just sat behind the building's large curve as Loona and the young Goetia female spoke, and your heart warmed at hearing her words. Dads really did have issues, like yours did back when he was alive…

" If he cares, where is he? " " He's somewhere down there. " " He’s here? " " Looking for you. I mean… try to cut your dad some slack. He may not always get it right, but he's trying. That's more important than you think. " " Ain't that the truth? " " Y/N? " " I agree with Loona here. Dads aren't always gonna be the best, but, despite the either minor or major flaws they have, the fact that yours is actually actively trying to connect with you before it's too late is something you need to hold dearer than now. "

🐺 Loona stared at you as you spoke, despite you looking silly wearing a demon-version of a Hatsune Miku shirt, the way you looked so lovingly and soft at the one you viewed as your sister made the hellhound flush slightly

🐺 As the smog and clouds cleared to allow the moon to shine, Loona stood and held a hand out to Octavia, making her drop the magical book into her hand as she stood and readied herself before smiling at you

🐺 All of a sudden, Octavia tackled you and Loona into a hug, making you wrap your webbed hands around the two, landing your left on Octavia's shoulder blades while your right laid on Loona's side

🐺 Why was your touch making her flustered so much?!

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🐺 Seeing Stolas and Octavia finally discuss things was heartwarming for you. Now that that disgusting bitchy cunt Stella was out of the picture somewhat, they could finally connect like a father and daughter should

🐺 Looking up for a second as you stood beside Loona, you saw the fireworks that burst in the sky in multiple colors, and the sight of your eyes opening widely in admiration of the effect caused Loona to smile gently and sneak a photo of you, saving it to her camera roll in a folder she named to remember this day for a while

Y/N L/N - the best nerd i’ve ever met <3

[filmofhybe]

Requesting enha finding out that their idol!s/o is other idols’ ideal type?

Enhypen find out that their idol!s/o is other idols ideal type

Pairing : ot7! x reader Genre : Idol! x Idol! , fluff Warning : jealousy 950 words

a/n: requested currently open :) this is kinda bad I hope you enjoy it tho😞

> masterlist of my other works

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정원 jungwon + 선우 Sunoo

Both of them would be quiet, like the type of quiet where you can hear a fly fly pass by. Is just their way to show they are currently jealous because they just saw a article about how your like half of the male idols ideal type. They know how pretty you are, I mean your the face of lots of famous brand, you have such a sweet and angelic personality and they can’t help but think if you would leave them for those other male idols. They are just a bit insecure baby that are still trying to get use to dating such a gorgeous girl but these bad thoughts are really getting to them. So they would go up to you and ask.

“Hey love…why are you so quiet? Are you okay?”

“Sweetie.. this is kinda stupid but will you ever leave me?”

“No I would never! You treat me so well! Why you think I would?”

“Because I saw a article about how a lot of handsome male idols ideal type is you..”

“Ah~ that’s why.. but don’t worry my love you would always be my number 1 and I would never leave you!”

They would feel so much better afterwards and would ask for you to shower them with lots of love and kisses. You would secretly posting a pictures of you both on Instagram just to show off how cute your relationship is!!

your very grateful for them and you hope they would never think you would leave them for other males.

박종성 Park Jeongseong + 심재윤 Sim Jaeyun +성훈 Sunghoon

WHOOP WHOOP WE GOT THE POSSESSIVE TRIO!! They know you would never leave them, because they know how down bad you are for them and they know you both are like missing pieces of puzzles that could never be separated. But when he overhears other male idols talking about how your their type. They instantly get jealous. No they won’t stay quiet either they will tell you about it. (Also they are the type to make the other males know they have zero chance with you!!)

“y/n love you know your mine right?”

“Hmm? Yeah of course where are you getting this from?”

“Some stupid idols say your their ideal type just want to tell you that your too gorgeous for them.”

“UH LMAO..? Thank you?? But like I would never leave you for them trust me baby.”

“Of course I know.. just want to let you know you belong to me, we stick together forever.”

“Forever and always.”

Would talk about you on interviews and the media would go crazy about it. He isn’t doing it for the views or attention, Is because he loves you so much and wants to show you off. (maybe also a warning for the male idols to stay away from you)

희 승 heeseung + にしむら りき Nishimura Riki

the ones that would laugh about it but deep down is jealous. They would come across a compilation of male idols saying your their ideal type. And they would laugh about it at first and would show it to you. You would start laughing as well cuz how silly that those idols think they have a huge chance with them as well. Which that’s when they stopped laughing and joking around, and just sat there in silent. You would be so confuse why their mood change so fast, werent they laughing just 5 seconds ago and now they are silent..? They are basically babies that wants comforting and are scared you would leave them :(

“Hey bub Are you okay? Why are you silent now..?”

silent.

“did I do something wrong? Are you thinking about something?”

“Nothing is just you started laughing after I showed you the video of compilation of other males saying your their type. I don’t know..maybe you thought they were cute…”

“Oh my gosh no my love!! I just thought it was funny how they think they have a chance with me. Never think like that okay? Your the cutest out of everyone in this world! I love you so much I would never leave you.”

“Thank you darling I love you more.”

You guys continue to laugh at the video afterwards while cuddling cause somehow to you both is entertaining. You both are just couple goals

taglist : @surefornext @spilled-coffee-cup @skepvids @amymyli @in-somnias-world @okjaeminn @nonotwice1 @thinkmyg @blubbfsh

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[starrihan]

Enhypen Masterlist

starrihan's enhypen masterlist:

fluff (f), angst (a), suggestive (s), smut/ mature (m), reactions (r), most to least (mtl), head cannon (hc)

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Multiple Members:

-> Enhypen When You're on Your Period (f)(r) ~950 words

-> New Years w/ Enhypen (f)(s)(hc) ~ 3.1k words

-> Jay & Jungwon 3some (m) ~ 2.2k words

-> SunSun Reaction to You Having Another Idol on Your Phone (m) ~0.5k words

Lee Heeseung (L. HS)

-> Snacks (s) ~ 1.4k words

Park Jeongseong (P. JS)

-> 100 Percent (f)(m) ~6.8k words

-> Jay & Jungwon 3some (m) ~ 2.2k words

Sim Jaeyun (S. JY)

-> Jake Hard Thought (1) (m) ~0.2k words

Park Sunghoon (P. SH)

-> -> SunSun Reaction to You Having Another Idol on Your Phone (m) ~0.5k words

Kim Sunoo (K. SN)

-> Hot Makeout w/ BF! Sunoo (s) ~0.7k words

-> SunSun Reaction to You Having Another Idol on Your Phone (m) ~0.5k words

Yang Jungwon (Y. JW)

-> Jay & Jungwon 3some (m) ~ 2.2k words

Nishimura Riki (N. RK)

-> nothing yet

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-> Here's a link to all my other masterlists!

[nita-engle-reference]

Summer River Nita Engle (1925-2019) Watercolor, 1983

Sometimes even in the north woods, summer days can be very hot. During a long, dry spell, when the brooks and streams are running low, the sun always seems hotter, and the woods have a parched look. A great contrast to this scene is the river behind my house. It is always about 20 degrees cooler there, and if you climb down the bank where the trees meet overhead, you are in a different world. It is like entering a green cave. The cool colors, the damp piney scents, the sounds and splashes of the moving stream—every sense is refreshed. Many small woods creatures come here—a beaver may swim by, sometimes even a deer or two. On one such hot day I was fishing downstream when I heard the large splashing of another fisherman fishing up. No angler is too happy with a development like this. However, before I could move, I saw coming around the bend a bear on his hind legs, fishing or just splashing. I never found out as I was gone—scrambling up the bank with 50 feet of line wrapped around my boots and every bush and tree along the way. When I finally looked back, I saw him scrambling just as fast up the opposite bank. That day I decided to stay inside and painted this watercolor. - N. Engle

[compneuropapers]

Interesting Papers for Week 11, 2025

Visual Processing by Hierarchical and Dynamic Multiplexing. Bonnefond, M., Jensen, O., & Clausner, T. (2024). ENeuro, 11(11), ENEURO.0282-24.2024.

Bifurcation Enhances Temporal Information Encoding in the Olfactory Periphery. Choi, K., Rosenbluth, W., Graf, I. R., Kadakia, N., & Emonet, T. (2024). PRX Life, 2(4), 043011.

Oculomotor Contributions to Foveal Crowding. Clark, A. M., Huynh, A., & Poletti, M. (2024). Journal of Neuroscience, 44(48), e0594242024.

Causal relational problem solving in toddlers. Goddu, M. K., Yiu, E., & Gopnik, A. (2025). Cognition, 254, 105959.

Bilateral Alignment of Receptive Fields in the Olfactory Cortex. Grimaud, J., Dorrell, W., Jayakumar, S., Pehlevan, C., & Murthy, V. (2024). ENeuro, 11(11), ENEURO.0155-24.2024.

An inductive bias for slowly changing features in human reinforcement learning. Hedrich, N. L., Schulz, E., Hall-McMaster, S., & Schuck, N. W. (2024). PLOS Computational Biology, 20(11), e1012568.

A social information processing perspective on social connectedness. Hein, G., Huestegge, L., Böckler-Raettig, A., Deserno, L., Eder, A. B., Hewig, J., Hotho, A., Kittel-Schneider, S., Leutritz, A. L., Reiter, A. M. F., Rodrigues, J., & Gamer, M. (2024). Neuroscience & Biobehavioral Reviews, 167, 105945.

Distinct Modulation of I h by Synaptic Potentiation in Excitatory and Inhibitory Neurons. Herstel, L. J., & Wierenga, C. J. (2024). ENeuro, 11(11), ENEURO.0185-24.2024.

An algorithmic account for how humans efficiently learn, transfer, and compose hierarchically structured decision policies. Li, J.-J., & Collins, A. G. E. (2025). Cognition, 254, 105967.

Conflict during learning reconfigures the neural representation of positive valence and approach behavior. Molina-García, L., Colinas-Fischer, S., Benavides-Laconcha, S., Lin, L., Clark, E., Treloar, N. J., García-Minaur-Ortíz, B., Butts, M., Barnes, C. P., & Barrios, A. (2024). Current Biology, 34(23), 5470-5483.e7.

Anticipating multisensory environments: Evidence for a supra-modal predictive system. Sabio-Albert, M., Fuentemilla, L., & Pérez-Bellido, A. (2025). Cognition, 254, 105970.

How visual experience shapes body representation. Shahzad, I., Occelli, V., Giraudet, E., Azañón, E., Longo, M. R., Mouraux, A., & Collignon, O. (2025). Cognition, 254, 105980.

Learning from conditional probabilities. Strößner, C., & Hahn, U. (2025). Cognition, 254, 105962.

Impact of conflicts between long- and short-term priors on the weighted prior integration in visual perception. Sun, Q., Gong, X.-M., & Sun, Q. (2025). Cognition, 254, 106006.

Neural Transformation from Retinotopic to Background-Centric Coordinates in the Macaque Precuneus. Uchimura, M., Kumano, H., & Kitazawa, S. (2024). Journal of Neuroscience, 44(48), e0892242024.

One-shot entorhinal maps enable flexible navigation in novel environments. Wen, J. H., Sorscher, B., Aery Jones, E. A., Ganguli, S., & Giocomo, L. M. (2024). Nature, 635(8040), 943–950.

Impulsive Choices Emerge When the Anterior Cingulate Cortex Fails to Encode Deliberative Strategies. White, S. M., Morningstar, M. D., De Falco, E., Linsenbardt, D. N., Ma, B., Parks, M. A., Czachowski, C. L., & Lapish, C. C. (2024). ENeuro, 11(11), ENEURO.0379-24.2024.

Neuronal sequences in population bursts encode information in human cortex. Xie, W., Wittig, J. H., Chapeton, J. I., El-Kalliny, M., Jackson, S. N., Inati, S. K., & Zaghloul, K. A. (2024). Nature, 635(8040), 935–942.

Transcranial Direct Current Stimulation over the Posterior Parietal Cortex Increases Nontarget Retrieval during Visual Working Memory. Ye, S., Wu, M., Yao, C., Xue, G., & Cai, Y. (2024).ENeuro, 11(11), ENEURO.0265-24.2024.

Fault-tolerant neural networks from biological error correction codes. Zlokapa, A., Tan, A. K., Martyn, J. M., Fiete, I. R., Tegmark, M., & Chuang, I. L. (2024). Physical Review E, 110(5), 054303.

[thewriterg]

𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐭

pairing(s): Dallas Winston x gn!reader, Dallas Winston x greaser!reader

summary: you thought it would help, the calming feeling of your smokes but instead it makes in worst and Dallas helps in his own Dallas Winston way

word count: 950+

request: could i request something for dallas winston? reader and dallas smoking weed together and maybe reader greens out and he’s there to comfort them while also being high as fuck —@jokersscarrd

warning(s): marajomama, under the influence, underage smoking, anxiety/panic attack were gonna ignore how mental health wasn’t really a thing back then bc no, kisses, pet names, and language

A/n: —GIFs: @obsessed-artist & @pelopides— I’m getting to request slowly but surely also the GIFs don’t determine race they’re just inspo

You didn’t smoke cigarettes.

So every time someone offered you one out of the carton looking box you politely declined they burned your throat, the smell was un-washable, it suffocated you. After a while people around your hood learned to stop offering unless you were asking

When you needed the burn, when you needed to suffocate.

You did however smoke pot it helped you relax and it benefited your anxiety which is why you should walking away from your childhood home now a rolled joint in between your finger tips flicking the silver zippo lighter with different swirls and engravings that Dally had gotten you for your birthday when you were fourteen

Fourteen and smoking pot the memories flashed your mind occasionally You’re head was fuzzy like Tv static and you usually when you inhaled the smoke it cleared your mind now it just blurred your vision further as you walked along the streets of Tulsa

You suddenly felt a hand on your shoulder and your reaction usually was to clutch your switchblade but you were just stuck you thought about Ponyboy and wondered was this what it was like when he ‘didn’t use his head’ as Darry claimed

“Y/n what’s your problem stupid!? Oh doll, what’s- what’s the matter?” Dally stated a little softer your eyes were filled with tears and were red he couldn’t tell if it was from you joint or the tears

You didn’t respond instead you looked at him like he was a void it seemed you were looking through him rather than at him and he cursed under his break before throwing his long arm over your shoulder and walked you down the street as if he was shielding your body with his

💌💌💌💌

Dally pulled you into his room locking the door behind him as he tried not to go wreck the whole part Buck was throwing downstairs the music muffled traveled through the thin walls

“Will you light one with me?” You whispered clouds of smoke comforting over his room like blanket as the rolled paper hung loosely from your lips and the brunette scoffed before snatching the smoke and putting it between his own taking in a deep inhale

“What’s tha’ matter with you?” The juvenile delinquent questioned you again as you sat on the end of his bed his New York accent a little thicker than the one he acquired from Tulsa and suddenly the room was too stuffy the smoke burned your lungs and suffocated you like a cigarette

Dallas noticed your heavy breathing and stretched his arm out towards you offering back your smoke and you nudged his hand away from you line of view not noticing as he stubbed it out in the glass ashtray on the worn down wooden nightstand next to the head of his bed

The brunette lied a hand on your shoulder before you were shooting up out of you seat it looked like you were shedding your damn skin he thought rushing to stand less than a few meters away from you

“Deep breathes doll c’mon, you’re not there. It’s over, it’s done, forget about it.” His voice that usually comforted you scratched your skin the wrong way it sounded like nails on a chalkboard as you reminisced on your time and New York

What you sawn, what you been around, what you went through.

“But it’s difficult don’t you understand!? It is difficult.” Your voice raised as you pulled away from his grasp clutching yourself when had he even touched you?

“I didn’t want it to happen but it happened and now- DON’T YOU COME ANY CLOSER” You screeched as Dally took a step towards you not letting your screaming shy him away from you as much as you wanted it to

“Y/n it’s me” He stated firmly trying to get you to Lock eyes with him but you eyes were wild and frantic like a scared cornered animal darting everywhere but him

“Don’t you understand you disgust me!? I CANT STAND YOU TOUCHING ME” You screamed beginning to tug at you hair before Dallas wrapped an arm around your waist firmly as you squirmed and struggled against his grasp the other arm going to cover your hands forcing your fingers open to let go of your hair

“You’re alright, you’re fine. I know doll, I know.” The hood muttered into the crown of your head before pressing a quick comfort kiss on the surface letting you hit at his chest and sob into his sleeve until you finally came down from his high and let your body unknowingly fall limp as he held you up without a struggle walking you both to the small twin bed

You were in his arms as he sat up against the cheap headboard of the small cushion rubbing his cool hands over your warm body grounding you like he always did

“There’s so much I wanna say, but I don’t know where to start.” You whispered carefully your breath caught in your throat before it finally was released and Dally hummed in acknowledgement before reaching over to the small table by his side grabbing the once discarded joint from the dusty glass ashtray in between his fingertips

“Well, we better get to it huh?” He stated quietly lighting the rolled paper until smoke settled in his lungs when he inhaled he made sure to blow it out of your face or rather the back of your head as your back sat against his chest You let out a breathe before the smoking drug was in you view and this time you took it

This time it didn’t burn nor suffocate you

[annakie]

From "Broken Bow" to "Calypso"

Since 2010, I rewatch all of Star Trek every five years during that calendar year.

Obviously since 2017 this has become an increasingly daunting task.

Usually I'd start with TNG + those movies then do DS9 --> Voyager --> Enterprise and end with ToS and the movies. Since 2015 I did the TNG/DS9/Voyager by stardate instead of full series. (Which means mixing episodes the last 2 seasons of TNG and first 2 of DS9 together, and the same for the last 5 DS9 + first 5 Voyager)

This time, I decided to do the entire universe by stardate.

Which means yesterday I started with Enterprise, Broken Bow.

Honestly I think starting with Enterprise is going to mean the first four dozen episodes are going to make it a bit rough of a beginning. But, I've been wanting to do the complete Stardate rewatch for a long time.

And also I forgot Broken Bow is double-sized premiere, like most of the series start out with a double sized episode, so I only made it through half last night and half today.

According to this list, which includes the movies and Short Treks, there are 897 episodes of Star Trek. But was last updated a year or so ago so it doesn't include the latest/final seasons of Prodigy (20 episodes), Discovery (10 episodes) or Lower Decks (10 episodes), nor the upcoming Section 31 movie or Strange New Worlds (10 episodes), so that's more like 948 episodes to get through.

*edit* Oh, it also put all 3 Kelvin movies on one line. So we're looking at an actual 950 "episodes".

(Not going to think about Starfleet Academy or Tawny's resort planet project, though those could happen before I make it there, too, since both will happen relatively late in the stardate order, but would be added in.)

Which means I'd have to watch an average of about 3 a day to get through all in a year.

For TAS, Short Treks, Prodigy and Lower Decks, that's easy.

But there's... what like 15 movies (including the Kelvin movies!) to get through in there, too, and this list counts double episodes like Encounter at Farpoint and Broken Bow as one episode.

Also, I paused keeping up with Robert Duncan McNeil & Garett Wang's Delta Flyers podcast when they started doing DS9 with Terry and Armin because I realized since it'd been 4 years or so since I'd watched any DS9 episodes that I wanted to rewatch as I listened/watched the podcast. When I get to the DS9 part of the rewatch it's going to be watching an episode or two then catching up on the podcast along with it, and Delta Flyers episodes (unlocked on the patreon) are often close to two hours long.

So yeah, I may turn this into a 2 year project now instead of 1. I may also want to re-listen to some of the Delta Flyers episodes when I watch Voyager, which, the first 5 seasons will also be mixed in with DS9 anyway.

There's other shows I want to watch besides about 950 episodes of Star Trek, too. So I'm going to commit to one episode a day of hour-long Trek and two of animated Trek and who knows how long the DS9/Voyager bit might take. I'll more than likely be ahead of that timeline most of the time, but then the Great DS9 Slowdown will happen so... I might even it out by then.

I'll give myself 2 years to get it done, that's more than doable.

Some of the watching will probably be more background noise while I'm working or doing other things. I've seen every episode of 1960's - 2000's (Enterprise) era trek at least 4 times each, many of them many more times, some TNG episodes I've probably watched closer to 20 times, (as a teen, any Wesley Crusher episodes got heavy VCR rotation time, OK?) so unless it's one I'm really looking forward to, they probably won't always get my full attention.

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Also I have a ton of Star Trek novels which I've never read. I also own original copies of the first 30 or 40 TNG novels from the 80/90's when I would buy them with my allowance, so I may re-read some of those for the first time in 35ish years, and I think it'll be time for readthrough #3 of Kristen Beyer's Voyager novels pretty soon, too to get my J/C fix in.

First up, I want to read all of the post-Enterprise "Trip lives!" novels in the next year or two. I've read The Good That Men Do, which brings Trip back, and loved it, so I'm planning on making some reading time in the next few months as well.

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So hey, I'll probably make some commentary about it all here on tumblr along the way.

Add "annakie's star trek stuff" to the blacklist if you don't want to ever see anything about this ever again.

[skzoologist]

Hi, your memes are really funny and made me laugh and you sound pretty cool

anyway, based on something that happened to me today, I'd like to submit a request for Bae. (They sound cute to b e honest)

A crack one shot of Bae and whatever member(s) of your choosing having to endure the awkwardness of hearing other people fucking in the next room/upstairs.(I don't really want to violate your guidelines of no smut, so that's why I thought of crack)

Personally I think it would be a really funny atmosphere to work with, what with the cringe/smirk/blank faces and the squeaking of bed springs

word count: ~950

warnings: none, the boys are all just mortified and laughing at the other

genre: crack

a/n: Hey-ho! Thank you for being the first brave one to send a non-anon ask to my humble blog, and thank you for your kind words! I'm glad my memes made you laugh, that was my goal, and I will definitely make some more every chance I get. I'm also sorry you had to experience that, hopefully you didn't have to hear it again between you requesting and me replying. It's always awful to hear it, especially with friends over. But I finally wrote this (sadly based on my own experiences, so I feel you), and I hope it is what you wanted.

Please let me know if I left a warning or anything out, I will add it in! Reblogs, likes and feedback are greatly appreciated!

!I don't condone anyone stealing my work and posting it anywhere without my permission, or feeding it to AI!

!This is just fiction, my interpretation of Stray Kids. By no means is this how they are and how they behave in real life!

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Bae was tired.

Their band was on a tour, performing on the bright stage for hours, day after day. The atmosphere was always high, as if the air itself was filled with electricity, further amplified by the fans' shouting. But every member shared that same enthusiasm, shouting back and pouring their soul into their performances.

Of course, Bae was the same.

He always gave his best, no matter what. He lived and breathed for his fans, and in return, he got their support. They were what made him, well, him, the idol they all saw.

But he was so tired.

For once, he just wanted to sleep for a whole day, instead of rehearsing between every performance, even if it was just for a short minute.

That was why he immediately made a beeline for his hotel room the moment they arrived back, only a tired, lazy wave of his hand seen before he disappeared. No one stopped him, they all just mumbled out an equally exhausted goodbye to him in return.

As his feet reached the inside of the room, Bae took off his jumper -getting his arm stuck inside and huffing as a result- and shoes, just haphazardly throwing them onto the floor. He would put them away tomorrow, but he was just done with today.

Just as he was about to finally sit down on the bed after changing into some light nightwear, his lips pulled into a line as he remembered he had to do his nightly skin care routine. How he hated being an idol at that moment. Stupid needing to look good. Stupid jumper. Stupid cream that almost got into his eye. Agh!

With a final huff, he put the lid back on the tube, the last step of his routine finally done. After carding his hand through his hair in frustration, he sighed and dragged his tired body to the bed.

Even though he missed his own bed, this one looked just as inviting at that moment, if not even more.

The moment his head hit the pillow, it was empty, finally free from the endlessly circling questions inside. He was at peace, his exhausted body winding down and relaxing. It didn't take long for his consciousness to start slipping, going towards the land of dreams.

Until he heard a thud from above.

Well, whoever was above may have fallen down, who knew. So he let it go and went back to his journey to dreamland.

Until he heard another thud. Louder than the previous, followed by more questionable sounds.

'Maybe... maybe the person fell over again?' - Bae thought, his eyes having popped open and his brows furrowed in confusion.

He laid there, his ears honed onto any sound that came from above, even though a part of him didn't want to know what was happening there. But he didn't listen to that part, no, he was waiting in silence.

And then it happened. The thing he feared the most.

He heard a moan.

No matter how much he wanted to live his life in denial, he couldn't ignore the loud sounds coming from above. He tried shutting his eyes again, to try and sleep, even with a pillow tightly clutched to his ears, but nothing worked! So he just sat up, deep disgust and annoyance etched into his frail features, not knowing what to do. He might have brought his noise-cancelling headphones with him, but he wasn't sure where it was and he was too tired to search for it at that moment.

Bae didn't know how long he sat there for before light poured into his room, his door being opened by someone.

"Oh yea, Bae hyung can hear it too alright." - Felix commented, both amusement and pity on his face. "Oh my god, Hyung, your face!" - that was all the little squirrel could get out, before he doubled over in laughter, followed by Jeongin and Felix.

Bae simply stared at them, the lines on his face merely becoming more prominent. The three just laughed for a few minutes, Felix being the one who recovered the fastest and going to Bae's side. The other two soon followed, piling on top of Bae's bed and leaning on the male.

They were all quiet, which, in itself was a miracle, because if Bae knew anything about his band members, he knew they weren't quiet. Ever.

With a quick glance at them all, he could tell they felt just as awkward as him. Based on what Lix had said, all of them'd heard the sounds of the tango from above, preventing them from sleeping. That was why they seeked the other out, but it was still... awkward, to be in the other's presence, in the current situation.

Nobody said much, besides a few sentences of basic small talk.

So they sat there, in their own silence, grimacing -it would have been hilarious, had it not been for the squeaking and moaning-, until a particularly loud sound could be heard and something in Bae snapped. He took in a big breath and quietly cleared his throat.

"How about we go and take a walk around the hotel? We can check their buffet, like you wanted in the morning, Lixie." - at his gentle, deep voice, everyone startled a bit, used to the silence.

But soon their expressions brightened, an excited sunshine incarnate dragging Jisung -who was the closest to him- along out the door with frightening speed.

"Dal hyung, your favouritism is showing." - Jeongin cheekily commented, running away before Bae could even process what just happened. "Yah, Innie, you lying little menace, stop running so fast!"