#AALI-WAY

[tteokdoroki]

for u

LUNA DIWKSKJD IM FUVKING CRYING

[seiwas]

sits next to u… i w a

hehe hehe scoots closer .

yes aali my love 😌 *cracks knuckles* what brings you here?

[cursed-herbalist]

MAKO SONG & AALIS DURAND | HP 1300S

I let the scale tip and feel all of it It’s uncomfortable but right We were born to try To see each other through To know and love ourselves and others well Is the most difficult and meaningful Work we’ll ever do

➔ Nine by Sleeping At Last

@kathrynalicemc

[anantaru]

me: telling aali about a new fic i have plot problems with while only providing two keywords hoping she knows what i‘m talking about 🤓

aali: imagining a whole amazing plot with those two keywords within 30 seconds as if it‘s nothing 😎

[potionpeddlerpatchy]

PATCHY!!!!! what was it like when you and sero locked eyes for the first time? was it love at first sight? i bet he tripped over himself just by looking at you :(

I think you're giving me far too much credit! I think he was more intrigued than smitten - after all, he knows everyone that works at the agency - even if they're corporate! So, to see my foreign face, it was certainly something of note!

Though, I am sure he was smitten after our first conversation, given how intently he made his affections after the fact! I have no idea what I did really, was just my friendly self answering his vacation entitlement question. But then again, I suppose it was the friendly demeanor and pretty smile that sucked him in!

And well, I was trying to keep cool, not every day a young, handsome, up-and-coming hero purposely talks to you! To say I was fanning my face and trying to calm my beating after our first meeting was an understatement!

And well, now here we are!💛😊

[chai-en-kaadhale]

do you ever make a connection to a book with your religion do you ever make a connection to a book with your religion again but its the same author i need to be put down

[rinneverse]

dry heaving on the floor going into cardiac arrest rn

[luffysprincess]

LIE DETECTOR TEST : BACHIRA MEGURU

⊹ summary : the blue lock boys are invited to take a lie detector test, but they’ve got to answer twitter’s unfiltered questions

⊹ pairing : bachira meguru x reader (established relationship)

⊹ wc : 640

⊹ warnings : fem!reader with she/her pronouns, reader is referred to as a “wife”, suggestive/nsfw. MINORS DNI

⊹ a/n : i recommend reading isagi’s version first for more context and a hugee thank you to @nymphsdomain for finding the link to a rb and to aali <3 (@tteokdoroki ) for reblogging this and isagi’s parts in the first place bc shes the reason these could even be found again!! 

⊹ isagi’s version I kunigami’s version

Isagi could only huff out as he tucked his phone back into his pockets. He should’ve expected this honestly, considering he’s known the man for years now.

It’s been quite some time since Bachira’s been hooked up to the machine. Only a few minutes were spent calibrating it with some straightforward questions, but since then, he’s gone into full, honest detail to every question Twitter had for him. And it had every person in the room looking at him with either pure shock and/or amusement.

“…and that’s when I had her squirting all over the back of the team’s bus”

Kunigami spit out his water, and Isagi’s eyes grew wider than ever before as they both turned to him.

“What?! When did this happen?!”

Bachira chuckled at their reaction, “Last match ♡”

“Milo?”

“No lies so far,” Milo laughed.

“Wait…don’t Rin and Barou always sit in the back…“

“Yup” Bachira answered proudly.

“Oh my god. They’re gonna kill you when they watch this.”

“That’s if they watch it. Which they won’t.”

“Alright next question! Twitter user @/bachirasbitch asks What’s your wildest sexual fantasy and why does it include me?”

Kunigami whistles, “Your fans are just as shameless as you”.

“They’re right though. It does include them. And the rest of my fans too.” Bachira chuckles at the looks he’s getting from his teammates before continuing, “I’ve always wanted an audience for what me and Y/N do behind closed doors. I think it’d be pretty exciting knowing someone’s watching me pleasure my wife.”

“You should make an only fans account then,” the interviewer suggests. “Your fans would probably love that.”

“Now who says I don’t already have one,” he winks back.

“Well do you?”

“I don’t have to answer that. I’m here to answer Twitter, not you” he grins.

“Fair enough,” the man sighs. “Let’s see, we’ve got time for one more question for you. @/bluelickmyclit asks What’s the most awkward thing that’s ever happened between you and one of your teammates?”

“Ooh I like this question.”

“I don’t” chimed Isagi.

“So before my wife and I moved into our apartment, we used to be next door neighbors with Yoichi. The way the floor plan was had us sharing a wall between our bedrooms. I know, silly design. Now this happened quite some time ago; before I got married, and back when this guy—” he points his thumb over to Isagi who’s hiding his face in his hands “—was single. I don’t know if I’d call this the most awkward incident but it was pretty awkward, ‘cause there wasn’t a single night we went to sleep without hearing him moan out Y/N’s name. And I mean every night—“

“Ok!” Isagi interrupted, cheeks and ears tinted pink. “I think they get it”

“I don’t know why it took him so long to realize the walls were paper thin. Y/N and I aren’t exactly the quietest people out there. He had to have heard us every night too— ow” Isagi cut him off with a punch to the arm, sick of his teasing which only furthered Bachira’s amusement.

“I hope you know Y/N found it very flattering”

“Shut up and take the cuffs off.”

“She thinks it was cute”

“Kunigami, hurry up and connect to the machine.”

“I’m rather enjoying this, actually. How often was this happening again?”

“Every night” Bachira and Kunigami continue to tease Isagi, laughing at him as he attempts to unhook one teammate and attach the sensors to the other instead.

Bachira had never had so much fun in an interview before. He couldn’t wait to go home and tell you all about it and then watch it with you when it aired. But for now, he’d enjoy messing with his friends like this. And now that Kunigami was up next, he was looking forward to it even more.

[rinhaler]

VOICES !

✧˖*°࿐: 18+ only, no minors.  ✧. ┊  underground fighter!ryomen sukuna x f!reader

☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ SYNOPSIS: after finding out your little brother has been taking part in an underground fight club, you start to fall for the guy running the show.

⛧ GENRE : smut! ♡ ++ angst?

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SERIES | AO3

chapter one

you know you shouldn't be here, right? what would possess you to visit an underground fight club? one of the fighters is kinda cute though...

chapter two

His knuckles are split, what are you meant to do? Not tend his wounds? Someone’s gotta do it! It doesn’t mean you’re going to fuck him again. No way.

chapter three: TBA

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REQUESTS

shower sex with uf!sukuna

THIRSTS

is it in yet?

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© 2024 rinhaler

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thank u to my beautiful wife aali for making this beautiful banner!!

[awearywritersworld]

mona mona!!! in my head, modern bf sukuna likes to bake for reader !! in your au, do you think sukuna ever attempts to cook or bake something for reader that he used to enjoy eating? MWAH much love to you <3

aali aali!!! i'm in tears thinking about this evil man in an apron.... better yet, let's say he uses reader's and it's pink and has little strawberries on it or somethin cute. wah!!!!! he's so adorable.

yessssss tho!! he appreciates it when reader cooks for him and so he'd wanna return the favor. this idea is so sweet!! sending u all the love<333333

you find him in the kitchen one evening, staring at the stove looking exceptionally confused.

"what are you doing?"

"nothing."

"clearly," you tease. "what is it you're trying to do."

"where are you supposed to light the fire?"

"...fire?"

"yes, fire." he says it as if you're the foolish one in the situation. "you know, that thing you use to cook."

"you're going to cook?" you question, rather amused.

he sighs, a dramatic show of irritation. "is that so hard to believe? are you going to help me or not?"

the word help sounds rather strained coming from his lips and he seems to be in an exceptionally grumpy mood, so you suppress a giggle and make your way across the kitchen.

"that's sweet of you," you hum, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

you don't miss the way the small show of affection makes his shoulders relax. reaching out, you twist one of the stove knobs to the right and the burner turns red. "there's no fire. it's just electric."

his brows furrow as he looks between you and the stove. "oh."

it takes him a while to adjust to the electric stove, so he burns things pretty frequently at first. eventually he catches on though and you're quite impressed with his culinary skills.

sometimes you can't help but stare as he prepares food, because he handles the cooking chopsticks so adeptly. there's just something about the way it makes his knuckles and the tendons on his hands more pronounced that you struggle to tear your eyes away from.

[tteokdoroki]

imagine silently vibing in the kitchen with katsuki bakugou.

you help yourself up into the counter, dressed in nothing but his shirt (haphazardly thrown on after spending all day kissing and getting nasty in bed) and a pair of fuzzy socks because he’d told you the apartment was cold since he runs warm and you need to keep your feet warm.

the kettle rumbles loud and proud beside you while katsuki gets the mugs from the top shelf. you’d made them together on your sixth or seventh date — a pottery painting class. bakugou’s is a creamy shade of Orange, like the sun setting outside the kitchen window, warm on your back. and yours is a soft pink, like the blush that dusts his cheeks from being caught staring. staring at you.

you let him make you some kind of herbal tea. watching bakugou grab the tea bags from another cupboard. this time, you’re the one staring, eyes caught on the motion of his back muscles rippling before cascading down to his unfairly slender waist, his grey sweat pants that hang a little too low on his itty bitty hips, and the rough textured skin on his side. the battle scar you love so much.

“what flavour?”

you hear him mumble, your gaze that was once tethered to the eighth wonder of the world (his phenomenally beautiful body) shoots up to bakugou’s face. a lazy smirk lies on the plump edge of his lips and compliments the his chiselled features illuminated by golden hour outside. you see the sun reflect off the brownish flecks to his gorgeous ruby eyes and the soft tint of blonde to his hair (you make a mental note to thank mitsuki for this later), before mirroring his smile.

“peach.”

to people on the outside of your lovey little bubble — there’s nothing significant about your choice of tea. but to you and katsuki, you know that it’s the same flavour as the lip glaze you wore on the night he first kissed you. it’s the scent of your body wash, the one that you leave at his place because you know that bakugou adores peaches on you. peaches, like the fruits you cut up for him whenever you’re able to join him for lunch at the agency, swiping your thumb over his chin as the juices run down it — sucking it off with an affectionate laugh.

“sweet,” bakugou hums into the quiet ambience of the kitchen. “just like you.”

his hands, though capable of intangible levels of destruction, work delicately and quickly to brew you the perfect cup of peach herbal tea. before you can even ask, he sweetens your cup with a tea spoon of brown sugar and a dash of golden honey — pushing it towards you gently. with a loving whispered reminder. ‘careful, it’s hot.’

katsuki waits for you to take a sip before he does the same with his own. he won’t admit to how cute you look on his counter, in his apartment, in his clothes with his marks on your neck, glittering under the setting sun. his bare feet pad on the vinyl flooring as he crosses the kitchen to meet you and his chest bristles with happiness when your legs part to make room for him.

“good?”

“always,” you chirp, looking up at kastuki through your lashes with your big bambi eyes. “i love you.”

katsuki looks taken aback but quickly recovers, rubbing his cheek on his bare shoulder as if to rid himself of the heat rising underneath its skin.

“love you even more. now drink up b’fore it gets cold.” he says gruffly but he’s lovesick all the same. you think that bakugou is so cute, you might implode.

and there you are, vibing out in the quietness of his kitchen — clinking your misshapen mugs together and drinking tea, letting the world go by as if you’re the only two people in it.

[kairiscorner]

ok, i'll be out with it, ako'y isang pinoy RRRGHHHHH tagalog is so fucking hard, help so i kinda had an idea to cope with my shitty filipino exam scores:

(also i'm sorry for the crappy spanish, please correct me on it if you'd like!)

miles morales x filipino reader

YOU WOULD MAKE HIM LISTEN TO IV OF SPADES, THEIR SHIT IS FUCKING FIRE, your songs with him are "mundo" and "come inside of my heart"

miles would sing "come inside of my heart" out loud when he's listening to it on his headphones, especially when he's alone in his room, it's in his playlist now bc of you.

YOU'D MAKE HIM LISTEN TO ERASERHEADS, you probably knew them bc of your parents, your favorite song to listen to with him is "ang huling el bimbo" (umiyak ng malala)

and ben & ben........ ARAW-ARAW IS Y'ALL'S SONG, CHANGE MY MIND

if you're like me, you have no two braincells that understand how to use tagalog or use its tenses properly, but you aren't used to using fluid english that well, so you speak taglish.

being part puerto rican and learning some spanish from his mom, i think you and miles would understand each other a little when using tagalog or spanish.

you both fear the slipper.

when you first met his parents, JUSME, THEY LOVED YOU.

they didn't understand at first what the "mano po" meant, but you explained it was a sign to accept blessings from your elders, and you always called them "tita" and "tito", which rio LOVED OMG.

"Entonces, ¿cuándo vas a invitarlos a una cita? (so, when are you going to ask them out on a date?) " rio would always ask miles this when you were around, and he'd be choking on air or clearing his throat and just laugh it off.

when you offered them rice cakes once, rio asked what they were called, and she almost choked when you said "ah, puto po"

"¿ESTO SE LLAMA COMO? (THIS IS WHAT?)"

jeff wanted more puto, but rio'd pinch his ear when he'd say "puto", she knows it's the name, but she feels kinda weird about it. she accepted it, but still sometimes cringes at the name (I'M SORRY, THAT'S THE NAME)

NOW IF IT WERE YOUR PARENTS (basing off my experience as a filipino so sorry if it's not like yours :'>) THEY'D BE TEASING YOU ABOUT HIM ALL THE DAMN TIME

"ano, jowa mo na ba siya? or ano..."

"nako, ikaw ha, mag-aral ka muna bago ka makipagjowa sa morales na yan"

"aalis ka? sino kasama mo? wala ba doon si morales? ay nandoon, edi sasamahan kita nak."

your parents wouldn't really have a problem with miles, they'd think he's a nice kid, they'd just watch your every move with him as long as he's in your house.

also, i think, you would teach him swear words in tagalog :>

you'd troll him to say "putangina mo" (now don't say this non-filipino readers <333) means "have a good morning"

he tried it on your parents

yeah they didn't like him after that, until you cleared it up and got reprimanded for teaching him the wrong stuff TT

either way, miles would love to learn more about your culture as a filipino, he thinks it's super interesting. you made him want to revisit his puerto rican roots and learn some more spanish when he realized some words you taught him (including the swears) were similar to words in tagalog.

you also wanted to learn a lot more about him, his family, and his roots--so you two kind of exchanged cultures to better understand each other <:)

[bakawitch]

Dunno how, but I somehow finished it. Tiredly sketched, probably not gonna redo it for a while. Behold!

The Mortality Miracle Box

Each of the kwamis represents concepts built around life/death. These specific kwamis are more like lab made spiritual parasites that find themselves a suitable host and attach themselves to them. These are their more appealing base forms. They don't have eldritch god forms like canon kwamis because they are not gods, but they do have a hidden form that resembles real-life parasites. They don't have set miraculouses, instead they inject themselves into the host bodies. They also have the ability to take over their hosts' bodies during transformation.

Fungus of Reanimation

Kwami: Immo

they/it

Tool: staff

Power: Parasitism - The power to reanimate corpses with the use of spores released from the staff. The corpses are animated by fungi colonies, and they often grow over the bodies of the zombies.

Rabbit of Evocation

Kwami: Riitus

she/her

Tool: hammer

Power: Séance - The power to summon spirits from the ground by smashing the hammer on it. The spirits often resemble cartoonish dust bunnies.

Dragonfly of Invigoration

Kwami: Faata

they/them

Tool: fans

Power: Fight and Flight - The power to go into a frenzy during which the user becomes temporarily stronger and faster and immediately regenerates all bodily harm on themselves, no matter how severe. The ability sometimes activates on its own when the user is injured.

Feret of Germination

Kwami: Valla

he/him

Tool: pollen bombs (basket)

Power: Gardenia - The power to control and accelerate the growth of plants in a certain radius.

Cat of Realisation

Kwami: Ress

he/him

Tool: throwing darts

Power: Snare - The power to cause someone to have a hard truth revealed about themselves, which causes the target to freeze up and become petrified.

Fox of Divination

Kwami: Guuri

she/her

Tool: scrying mirror

Power: Oracle - The power to ask questions and receive relevant prophecies from the mirror. The prophecies are usually communicated through riddles and rhymes, and they always come to be.

Deer of Retrospection

Kwami: Oriia

he/her

Tool: cassette player

Power: Rewind - The power to create a cassette tape that replays anything that has ever happened in the location in which the user is currently located in the form of an illusory projection. The tape can also be weaponised.

Dove of Fulguration

Kwami: Riell

she/her

Tool: pendulum

Power: Lunation - The power to emmit a hot bright light that disintegrates things in its way. The closer something is to the light and/or the longer it's exposed to it, the more likely it will get vapourized completely.

Wolf of Separation

Kwami: Aalis

they/them

Tool: scissors

Power: Double Trouble - The power to separate the body from the shadow and give it limited access to the physical world. The user can communicate and exert full control over the shadow.

🍄 🍄 🍄 🍄 🍄 🍄 🍄 🍄 🍄 🍄 🍄 🍄 🍄 🍄 🍄

And that's it! Still can't believe I finished these this fast XD

[satohqbanana]

Writemas Day 12: Anchemerouwi's Suitor

Day 12 Prompts || Event by @agirlandherquill

The prompt I filled was "the hesitation of touch" and this little story features the lovely Anchemerouwi, an apothecary from the Mirage Dunes.

While listening to the person on the other side of the counter, Anche mixes ingredients together, holding a customary smile. Every now so often she lifts her gaze to observe through her blinds the man who has, once again, come for some soothing balm for the third time this week.

She knows their games; she knows what she wants. Her family's pharmacy is a reputable establishment, but there are those who come not for its goods. The youngest of her siblings, she is of a marriagable age. But all those who come through the door are customers, and must be treated as such.

Every one of these special customers are different people, but are too similar to each other. Anche's suitor moves in a not-so-subtle way, swaying to and fro to catch small glimpses of her face through the curtain blinds separating them. They describe the shop as cozy and fragrant much like its employee, then they talk about how wise of a merchant her mother is, how great of a leader her father is. They then tell her about their toils, their successful conquests in business, and their own families. Sometimes, they offer gifts that as the shopkeep she declines. Throughout the conversation she hums and agrees; she finds little she wants to know about her suitors.

Her hands are swift when she makes the transaction, pushing over the concoction through her little window with pinchers. She fishes out her customer's payment and carefully slides over the change if any. Sometimes she makes a mistake and her fingers peek through the slot, and quickly, as if having touched fire, she retracts it, right before the suitor can brush his knuckles against her skin.

She does not mistrust them. They are still paying customers, after all, and once she leaves the pharmacy, she sees them around town. But as her sister Aali says, people believe what they like to believe. A person's truth is different from the objective truth.

"But what do you want?" Aali asks, as they eat lunch together in the tailoring shop. "I mean, what kind of man do you think you can afford to marry?"

And Anche, as always, smiles. She imagines her dream man, one whose face she cannot see yet, but whose voice brightens her day. He comes through the door of her pharmacy to ask about how she's been, to bring her meaningful gifts that she cannot bring herself to reject. He wants to know about what she does, what she dreams of, what she feels about their prospects. And when she hands him over his tonic - if he feels like being a proper customer and asks for one in the first place - he is sensitive enough to miss her hand, but she brushes a fingernail along his thumb anyway. And he freezes and jumps a little, pleasantly surprised at the touch, and they laugh about it.

This man's hand must be warm. Calloused by the day's toils. Gentle but firm when it holds her.

Wishing that his face become clear in her mind soon, Anche answers her sister, "Someone who I can fall in love with."

To that, all Aali does is nod and say, "Sure. I'll keep an eye out."

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[tigre-edi-rawr]

Gender Reveal at Yambo Lake

Pumasok ako sa trabaho, nag-out ako 12 a.m. Gumayak kami ng 3 a.m. papunta ng Yambo Lake.

Naligaw pa kami kasi hindi nakikinig sakin si Kim na papalayo kami sa pupuntahan. Mali na nga yung way. Makalipas mga 40mins, noong nandon na kami, nalaman na niyang naligaw na. Biglang tinatanong kung doon nalang ba kami sa Pandin Lake kasi ang layo pa daw kung babalik pa at iikot nanaman. Ang sakit na ng paa ko nito, kasi nagsisimula na ako mamanas at halos tatlo o apat na oras na rin kami sa byahe. Nasisiksik pa ako ng mga katabi ko, nakatagilid ang pwesto ko buong byahe kaya nananakit na rin tiyan ko. Mainit na ulo ko, ang sama-sama ng loob ko. Hindi ko kasalanan na naligaw, tapos ako pagdedesisyunin kung doon nalang at magsettle sa bagong place para sa gender reveal ng anak namin dahil tinatamad nang umikot ulit at bumyahe dahil sa layo.

Di na ako nagsalita. Nawalan na ako ng gana. Parang wala na rin ako sa mood, sabi ko sa isip ko, wag nalang maggender reveal. Hayaan nalang parang hindi naman ganon kahalaga.

Pagdating namin don, nananahimik na ako. Biglang “pare samahan mo si mare” “ayoko, nababadtrip lang ako lalo.”

Hindi ko na natiis yung sama ng loob ko. “Ikaw pa may ganang mabadtrip?” Kung magsalita sa ibang tao tungkol sakin parang sino lang ako haha, putangina talaga. Pumunta nalang ako ng tindahan para kumain mag-isa, nagmuni-muni ako don.

Nanahimik nalang ako. Hinayaan ko nalang. Ayoko rin kasi na nakikita ng ibang tao na nag-aaway kami ng partner ko o nagbabastusan. Hindi ko nalang sinabayan.

*gender reveal* nagsetup yung mga kaibigan namin, kaya sinakyan ko nalang. Nalaman na namin yung gender.

Mga tanghali, sumakay na kami sa balsa papunta sa activities. Nakarating kami sa diving spot. May mga kasabay kami na grupo na merong mga babaeng mga nakasexy outfit since pangligo nga. Noong una, hindi ko naisip na mapag-aawayan pa. Hanggang sa nakita ko tingin ng tingin yung partner ko sa babaeng nakabra at pekpek short. Bawat tingin ko, nakatitig don sa babae. Nasa balsa lang ako kasi hindi naman pwede magdive ang buntis. Pero nakakaramdam na ako ng selos. Hinayaan ko nalang.

Maya-maya naligo nalang rin ako. Bumaba ako ng balsa, lumangoy langoy. Natingin ako sa partner ko pero natingin parin siya don sa babae.

Maya-maya umalis na yung balsa ng grupo nung babae. Don, lumapit na rin sakin partner ko, yumayakap at humahalik. Nangdiri ako. Sabi ko layuan nalang muna ako at tigilan ako pero hindi ko napigilan napasabi ako ng “Pag-alis ng balsa saka lalapit sakin ah. Ayos.”

Tinatawanan lang ako tapos niyayakap parin. Nainis ako. Sinipa ko palayo sakin para tumigil. Ayun, nagalit. Umahon. Umakyat ng balsa.

Maya-maya, sabi aalis na daw at lilipat sa next spot. Lahat sila nakaakyat na ako nalang naiwan sa tubig. Yung partner ko walang pakielam, badtrip na nakatalikod. Pinilit ko umakyat mag-isa sa balsa. Kaso hindi ko kaya kasi naiipit talaga yung tiyan ko at ang bigat ko kaya nappwersa rin ako paakyat. Tinawanan ako ng kumpare ni Kim, “pare si mare oh naakyat” tapos wala siyang pakielam. Awang-awa na ako sa sarili ko nito kasi pakiramdam ko wala man lang tumulong sakin, kahit alam na buntis ako at pinagtawanan pa ako.

Buti nalang yung manong namin sa balsa inangat ako. Pag-angat ko mula tubig, doon na ako sumabog. Nanginginig buong katawan ko sa galit. Sa sama ng loob. Ako na yung nakaramdam ng selos dahil sa mga nakita ko. Pinabayaan pa ako kahit buntis ako. Alam na ang laki-laki na ng tiyan ko, 6 months na ako ha. Pinabayaan lang ako mag-isa umakyat ng balsa.

Pinipilit kong huwag sumabog. Hindi ko namamalayan nasisira ko na pala yung phone case ng phone ko kakapisil at kakapwersa. Tulo na nang tulo luha ko. Balisang balisa na katawan ko sa galit. Hindi ko na macontrol. Gustong gusto ko magwala don sa balsa. Pero wala akong magawa kung hindi umiyak at controlin sarili ko.

Nakita ko yung kamay ko duguan na, matalas pala yung phone case at durog-durog na rin. Tapos narinig ko pa si Kim at tropa niya, pinag-uusapan ako. Na para bang ako nanaman yung mali at problema. Na nakakahiya daw kasi walang pinipiling lugar. Nakakapagod. Nakakawalang gana.

Noong narinig ko yung mga usapan nila, para akong bomba na bigla nalang sumabog. Nagsisigaw na ako sa balsa. Para akong maglulupasay sa kakaiyak. Buong katawan ko ngatog na sa galit. Utal-utal na rin ako magsalita kakaiyak, hikbi na ako nang hikbi. Pinapakalma ako ng mga kasama namin pero yung partner ko walang pakielam. Tinitignan ako na para bang nakakahiya ako, tumitingin sa malayo na para bang walang nakikita o naririnig. Hindi ko na nalaman kung paano macontrol yung sarili ko, sobrang nakakahiya ako doon.

Nawasak ko na rin yung kawayan na lamesa sa pagsuntok ko. Dugo na rin kamay ko kasi habang sinusuntok ko yung lamesa may hawak ako na durog durog na phone case na matatalas. Iyak ako nang iyak. Sigaw ako nang sigaw na parang baliw habang nagsasabi ng sama ng loob.

At wala akong nakuha.

Tinignan lang ako na parang pinangdidirihan kasi nawawala ako sa sarili. Para akong mababaliw.

Isang oras akong ganon. Pagbalik namin sa pagdaong, nakaramdam na ako ng pananakit ng tiyan. Lalo akong naging emosyonal kasi alam kong apektado nanaman anak ko. Kaso kahit pigilan ko umiyak, walang epekto. Sinubukan kong ikalma kaso nasakit talaga.

Nagbanlaw na ako. Sinubukan ko matulog dahil iisang oras lang naman tulog ko mula trabaho.

Hinding-hindi ko makakalimutan yung…

“Hindi ka pa ba tapos?” (Kasi nag-iiiyak parin ako habang nagsasaya na sila ulit ng mga tropa niya at nagkkwentuhan.)

“Ikaw lang rin naman nagpapahiya sa sarili mo.”

“Pwede bang tumigil ka na? Mamaya ka nalang maggaganyan pagkauwi. Sa bahay na.”

“Ako nga dapat ang magalit. Bakit ka nagpataas don sa lalake? Bakit di mo ko tinawag para tulungan ka?” (Kahit tinawag siya ng kumpare namin para tulungan ako pero ayaw niya at wala siyang pake)

Makalipas ang isang araw. Heto ako, parang walang buhay. Wala na akong gana sa lahat. Parang gusto ko nalang itapon buhay ko kasi paano ako napunta sa ganitong sitwasyon? Tulala. Walang gana kumain. Hindi makatulog. Masakit ang tiyan. Para akong walang buhay. Wala na kong ganang bumalik sa trabaho. Wala nang worth. Wala nang dignidad. Diring-diri na ako sa sarili ko.

Gusto ko nalang mamatay para matapos na lahat.

[siriuslyasorceress]

Supernova

Sooo people, remember when I posted snippets of this fic I was working on?

Well - It is done, and Chapter 1 is now finally on ao3!

Therefore, some shameless self-promoting:

Chapters: 1/13 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Relationships: Sirius Black/James Potter Summary:

From the outside, it may look like James Potter has everything one needs to be happy. An abundance of talent, a prestigious job, a beautiful wife, an adorable child. So why can’t he let go of the past? Why does he still see silver eyes and a crooked smile when he dreams at night?

It's been six years. Six years since Sirius Black left England. He practically ran away from the country and hasn’t stopped running since. When he has to return to parts of his old life, he tries his best not to dwell on the past.

What luck then, that the past is one of the first people he runs into.

- “What, so the French sent a cursed Curse-breaker?”

There is humour in James’ voice, signalling that this isn’t meant to insult, merely falling into the way they always used to talk to each other. It’s almost too easy reciprocate, to answer with banter that still feels too familiar and pulls at Sirius to be released. He bites his tongue.

“I can assure you, cursed or not, I am still excellent at my job, Auror Potter,” he says pointedly.

Tag list, cause you awesome people asked for it in the snippets - thanks for the extra encouragement <3

@my-beloved-fandoms @apsxra-aali @gracelesslady23 @strugglequill @mycupofrum