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[tunastime]

tuna my betuna how about 12 or 79?

hi laurie belaure!! i chose 79 for this one, but i wanna come back to 12 also! so this song was on xisuma's SEN playlist so it got a few plays! and I wrote something about him. obviously. um. ahaha! anyway if I come back to this for SEN it'll be a lot more detailed--this is just really condensed!

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The world in the week after the Moonrise returns is in constant motion.

Someone pins a medal to Xisuma’s collar. Someone hands him a stripe to add to his uniform, cold and metal. They shake his hand. He hears them congratulate him—something about how there couldn’t have been a better option. They’re sorry about what happened to him. To Tango. To Doc. There are more metals—for Doc and for Cleo. Cleo smiles at him, part sympathy and part concern when she passes him at the post-ceremony celebration. It feels genuine, much more than it could have been. Cleo could be angry at him. So could Doc. But Doc’s unchanging face softens around his eyes and mouth when he shakes Xisuma’s hand, when he squeezes it just once before he lets go. 

Everything is good now. Everything is fine.

There’s a box on Xisuma’s personal desk of Tango’s belongings. Inside that box are several important things. One is a plant—it’s a spider plant, already overflowing its pot. One is a small glass case with a medallion inside of it, with a badge pinned to the back. A small star shaped pin for his uniform. The last is his uniform—different than his jumpsuit with his name digitally displayed. Formal, with the new Lieutenant Commander color emblazoned up the side.

Xisuma has not opened this box. Because everything is still just fine.

Xisuma returns to his room as shift change begins. Doc had relieved him, the edges of his smile coming back as he’d passed Xisuma in the hall. He was carrying a rather large looking box on his hip. Work for his office, he’d said. Right. Xisuma was glad that he was back to work. It meant things were normal, for him.

His quarters are dark when he returns, shuffling tiredly into the room. He works his way out of his overcoat, shrugging it off his shoulders as he enters, leaving only the HASA emblazoned black shirt still tight to him. There’s a faint glow as the light beside the bed hums to life, scattering orange-yellow light across the room. For a moment, the light brings a warmth to the room that Xisuma lingers in, stepping his way over to the bedside. There, he sinks to the ground, stretching his legs out in front of him.

He rests his head back, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes, looking for the stars behind them. He hurts. There’s a space in his chest that won’t fill or heal no matter how much he tries to stuff it with something. The box sits on his table. He doesn’t sit at the table. He sleeps. He works. He wanders the halls like he’s some fucking ghost of his own space station. Tango is gone. Doc is different. Cleo’s changed. Slip left. So did Biffa. He doesn’t even recognize his own face in the mirror.

Xisuma sighs, hard, through his nose, and picks himself off the floor.

Everything’s good now. Everything's just. Fine.

(spotify wrapped ask meme)

[itsjaywalkers]

for the prompt game: ROSEKILLER 57 WITH BOXER AU IVE BEEN WAITING MY WHOLE LIFE FOR THIS MOMENT……….. (also i hope you’re having a fun day off laurie hi hi 🥺🤍)

HI HI SAINTS BELOVED <333 i actually didn't get the day off bc i'm an idiot and i couldn't say no when my coworker asked me to change shifts.. but at least i got home before 10pm which . is unusual for me lmao . and today's shift was actually kinda fun so !!

anyways, hope you're having a lovely day and that u enjoy this silly lil thing <3 first peek into boxer au rosekiller <3 (i went a bit overboard but they've been plaguing my mind and u don't deserve less)

57. "Teach me to fight."

It's been more than half an hour of hitting the punching bag nonstop when Barty finally decides to take a break. It's not even because he's actually tired, despite the sweat he can already feel dripping down his back and his face. It's because his bad shoulder—the right one—dislocated during the last combination he tried, and after Barty puts it back in place, he's gotta wait a little bit before going back to training.

This happens way too often for comfort, but it's not really painful anymore—it never really was, or maybe Barty has simply dealt with much worse. Besides, the longer he ignores it, the more serious it'll get, which means he'll have an excuse to go get another check-up.

His manager already warned him when he first got the injury after that stupid fight with stupid Potter. Barty began to grow restless during recovery time, and then decided his shoulder was fine when it stopped hurting.

Obviously, he was wrong. Except, it only dislocates when he goes too hard, and he's learnt how to put it back in place without issue, so really, technically, he was sort of right. What does his manager know, anyway? As long as Barty continues winning and putting money in that fucker's pocket, there shouldn't be any complaints.

He pulls up his tank top and dries off some of the sweat on his neck and the side of his face, while rolling his shoulder gently, testing the waters before he goes back to punching, when the hairs at his nape begin to stand up.

There's no noise, no sudden sounds. Barty doesn't hear the door opening, or closing, and yet, when he turns around, smirk already pulling at his lips, he isn't surprised to find someone standing right behind him.

"Hey, Rosie," he greets the other man, who blinks at him, completely deadpan. "I didn't know you were still around. Long shift today?"

"Yes, you did," Evan responds, that cool tone of his sending a pleasing chill down Barty's spine. "Know, that is. I'm pretty sure you've got my schedule memorised."

Barty takes a few moments to drop the hem of his shirt, because he notices the way in which Evan's gaze drops to his stomach and stays there for a handful of seconds. His expression doesn't change, there isn't even a flicker of something in his face, but the attention is more than enough for him.

"Well, you left your email open and your laptop in my near vicinity." Barty shrugs, eyes running up and down Evan's body. He's still wearing that sexy white coat of his, the shirt underneath it perfectly buttoned and tucked inside his jeans.

There's barely any skin showing, because Evan is a little weirdo, but there's some ankle peeking, since the pants are ridiculously tight on him and the legs keep riding up slightly.

Honestly, it's like he's doing it on purpose. Barty can't be blamed if he ends up hard under his sweats. He can already feel some blood rushing south just at the sight of that tiny sliver of soft brown skin.

"And you downloaded my rotas?" Evan guesses, tilting his head to the side.

"Nah," Barty says, crossing his arms over his chest, flexing a little. "Didn't have to. I've got a damn good memory. I read over them for a couple of minutes until they stuck."

Evan nods, not fazed in the slightest.

"That's why you only come in when I'm on shift," Evan states, and it's not a question. He doesn't seem surprised, or freaked out, but then again, he barely shows any emotions. Apart from irritation, that is, and that one's reserved for when Barty is being especially pushy. Or especially horny.

"I don't think I've ever seen any of the other nurses a single time in my life," Barty tells him with a chuckle.

"You have," Evan retorts, and his eyes narrow the tiniest bit. Barty feels a pull in his stomach. "You were talking to Betty three weeks ago, after your match against Black. The bad one. You let her check your shoulder."

Barty lets out an incredulous laugh, not sure on where to focus first, going dizzy with how badly he wants this freak of a man.

He's obsessed with the way in which Evan always seems to get the urge to clarify which Black he's talking about, as if it's not obvious, considering only one of them fights. How he's always so precise, never allowing any ambiguity into his sentences. How almost nothing seems to hold his focus apart from his experiments and medicine and his patients' injuries, and yet, here he is, remembering when Barty talked to someone else momentarily.

"Did I?" Barty asks innocently, biting the inside of his cheek to keep his shit-eating grin at bay.

"Yes," Evan responds, a little furrow appearing between his eyebrows. "She was touching you."

"Was she?" The corners of Barty's mouth are twitching so much he's sure he must look like an absolute maniac.

"Yes," Evan repeats, some exasperation slipping into his voice. "She wasn't even doing it right. She kept kneading the muscle in the same place, instead of checking the ligament, and she did this for more than five minutes, even though it takes seconds to find out about a dislocation—"

"Rosie," Barty cuts him off gently, watching, with no little amount of delight, how Evan's frown worsens. "I didn't even know her fucking name. I couldn't give less of a fuck about stupid Betty, or whatever the hell she's called."

Evan blinks slowly. "But you—"

"I was tired and sore after that match, my shoulder was bothering me, and she was there. My manager told her to check my shoulder, just in case I had fucked it up beyond solution, but if I had known you were around she wouldn't have laid a single finger on me."

There's a beat of silence, Evan's dead eyes searching all over Barty's face, assessing and determined. He smirks at him, which results in Evan huffing and looking away.

"Don't do it again," it's what he ends up mumbling, and if Barty didn't know any better, he'd dare to say Evan is close to pouting. "You're my patient."

Barty raises both eyebrows, a deranged smile splitting his face while he perks up like a goddamn dog. "Is that jealousy I'm hearing, Rosie?"

"No," Evan drawls, straightening up. "It's just the truth. You're not my only patient, you know? But if you're getting treated by me, then you're not allowed to see any other nurses."

"Damn, way to make a man feel special," Barty scoffs, but he does actually kind of mean it. Which he's aware might be a bit pathetic, but, well, he'll be whatever the fuck Evan wants him to. "Wasn't interested in seeing any other nurses, anyway."

"Good." Evan nods, almost to himself, and Barty has to make an active effort not to coo. "Are you done training?"

Barty blinks a couple of times, slightly taken aback, both by the sudden change of topic and by Evan entertaining conversation. Normally, talking to the other boy feels like pulling teeth—oh, man, Rosie would fucking love this comparison—which Barty doesn't mind because he finds it incredibly fun. Unless Evan is going on one of his medical rants, and yeah, Barty shouldn't find it as attractive as he does, but it's not like he's ever worked like he's supposed to.

But this? This is new.

"Not really," Barty answers, still feeling off-kilter. He shakes his head, forcibly pulling himself out of his mind. "Why? You wanna join me, Rosie?"

"As a matter of fact, I do."

Barty snorts, assuming that it's a joke, even though he's more than aware that Evan doesn't do jokes, because his humour is way too dark, and rarely finds funny what others do. But Evan's expression doesn't change, and Barty nearly chokes on his own spit.

"Wait, you're serious?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"You've never been interested in boxing," Barty points out.

"That's a lie. I watch every match," Evan argues, lips pursed.

"Because you're job kind of forces you to."

"Also a lie. I need to be there when I'm on shift, in case they call for me, but I'm not required to actually watch."

"Yeah, but you still do, because your pretty little morbid head goes absolutely feral at the prospect of seeing some blood."

Evan scrunches his nose, as if disgusted.

"You're wrong," Evan lies, expression giving absolutely nothing away. Really, if Barty didn't already know the truth, he'd be inclined to believe him. "It's got nothing to do with that. I like boxing."

Barty huffs, the noise filled with amusement. "Sure you do, Rosie."

"I really do," Evan insists, always so ridiculously stubborn.

"I don't know who you're trying to convince, but—"

"Teach me to fight."

Barty sputters, brows almost reaching his hairline, and he gapes at Evan, who's still staring at him. He seems unaffacted by Barty's dramatics, but then again, he's unaffected by almost everything.

"The fuck?" he manages to spit out at some point.

"Teach me to fight," Evan says again, a lot slower, as if Barty is some kind of idiot. God, he wans to fucking devour him.

Barty isn't sure of what's going on right now. Evan barely interacts with him outside of their appointments, it's always him reaching out, so he doesn't understand what prompted this. What Evan is hoping to achieve.

"Why?"

"I told you, I like boxing."

"Yeah, okay. And the real reason?"

Evan's tongue pushes against the inside of his cheek, and it's so, so hard for Barty, not to make a very inappropriate joke.

"I'm testing something," he admits, albeit bedgrugingly.

"Ah, so you want me to be your guinea pig," Barty sighs a bit dreamily. "That sounds more like it."

"Sure," Evan agrees with unsurprising ease. "Will you?"

"All you had to do was ask, Rosie."

They get to work right after that. Barty doesn't even bother with suggesting a change of clothes, because he's aware of how well that'd be received. The fact that Evan chooses to take the white coat off is already more than Barty expected.

He tries to show him how to stand, how to do a basic punch. Evan knows most of the basic theory, mostly due to how often he deals with boxing injuries, but he's absolutely helpless when he has to act it out himself.

It doesn't matter how often Barty corrects him; he keeps slouching, stance all wonky. He lacks strength, and he takes a bit too long to protect his face after doing a jab.

The main issue, though, is his obvious lack of interest.

Evan seems to be distracted by something, too inside his own head, and when Barty is about to point this out, poke some fun at him in hopes of getting Evan to snap, the other man speaks again.

"That's enough," he declares, tone leaving no place for argument. "Let's spar."

Barty chuckles, disbelieving, but then Evan is sending a glare his way, and he raises both hands in mock surrender, giving in immediately.

He'll do pretty much whatever the fuck Evan wants him to, really.

They both get into position, and regardless of how much Barty is holding back, trying to give the other man a chance, is actually kind of laughable, how easily he overcomes him.

One moment they're exchanging soft blows, and the next Barty has Evan pinned to the floor, his legs and arms completely immobilised as Barty grins maniacally from above.

"Happy now, Rosie?" he teases.

Evan presses his mouth in a tight line. "Not quite."

"Oh, really? Because I'm starting to think this was all a ruse to get me on top of you."

Evan rolls his eyes so hard Barty worries they might get stuck inside his skull. "I'm afraid that's more your style. And anyway, I don't think it's wise to understimate your opponent like this."

"It's nothing personal, Rosie, but when victory is already mine, I—"

Barty never gets to finish. Evan raises his head so quickly his brain barely registers it, and then he's sinking his teeth hard where Barty's neck meets his shoulder. Until he breaks skin, until he draws blood, until Barty lets out a pained groan and his body goes slack, more in surprise than actual hurt.

A moment later, their positions are reversed. Evan is straddling him, mouth still attached to his skin, and Barty is lying on the cold ground, dizzy and a little bit breathless.

He doesn't know how long they stay like this—definitely not enough—but after a while, Evan lets go and sits up a little, lips stained red. It's dripping down his chin, and when he parts his mouth a little, panting softly, Barty finds out that his teeth are also crimson with blood. With his blood.

Barty groans again.

"You're hard," Evan comments, painfully nonchalant. It's that same casualness he used the first time Barty had an erection during an appointment, after Evan had pulled at the stitches on his leg and stuck his fingers inside Barty's wound.

"Yeah," he breathes out, half-delirious. "Yeah, no shit."

Evan hums, cocking his head to the side, analytical gaze running up and down Barty's body and making him twitch in his pants. The fact that Evan can feel it right under him, between his legs, forces Barty to swallow down a moan.

Barty is about to say something incredibly stupid to maybe, hopefully, alleviate the tension, when Evan leans down once more; this time, slower, more careful.

He's prepared to feel the sting of a bite again, toes curling in excitement, but it never comes. Instead, there's something wet and tentative and soft lapping at the open wound, gathering all the blood there that is still coming out.

It takes Barty a moment to realise it's Evan's tongue.

The knowledge hits Barty like a motherfucking bus. He can't stop a low moan from coming out now, or his hips from thrusting up, searching for something, anything, that Evan might give him.

Surprisingly, and instead of pulling away, the other man makes an odd noise against his skin, and Barty thinks he's imagining it when Evan presses down on him.

He freezes up after that, but only for a second, Evan's licking never stopping. But then Barty moves again, more purposefully, rubbing his erection against the apex of Evan's thighs.

The response is immediate, although definitely unconscious. Evan grinds back experimentally, with no coordination or finesse, dropping another sound into Barty's bleeding wound.

His eyes widen when his brain finally catches up properly, hands coming up to grab at Evan's hips and halt his movements.

"Rosie, are you..." Barty stops, swallows harshly. "Are you turned on right now?"

Evan laps at the blood a few more times before straightening up again, staring down at Barty with unblinking eyes and red all over his face.

"Fuck, are you—?" A laugh, strained and bordering on hysterical. "Are you wet?" He doesn't even need to check to know the answer.

Evans nods, almost imperceptibly. "Apparently so."

He has half a mind to turn them over and fuck Evan into the floor. Until Evan is a whimpering mess. Until he's crying, begging, unable to do anything but fucking take it. Until he's sore, and hurt, and full, but still asking for more. Until he can't say anything else apart from Barty's name, until he's—

"Bloody hell," Barty whispers, shutting his eyes tight and letting out another cackle.

Oh, he's going to die. He's absolutely going to fucking die.

[gyll-yee-haw]

Hi! 💛

I saw this in another fandom and now I'm sending the same question to a bunch of Jake girlies (gn) because it’s so interesting seeing everybody’s answers!

Who are your Top 3 Jake boys and why? Is there a specific piece of art (fic, gif, fan art, etc.) for them that you like a lot?

Hiii, sweetheart <333

Thank you for the ask!!

If I'm being honest, my fave Jake boy to write or read is Jake himself, probably... including some INSANELY GOOD AUs that our favorite girl Laurie (@gyllenhaalstories) comes up with, she's brilliant - my personal faves are Chocolatier!Jake, the forever in our hearts Rapper!Jake and specially her Barbie fanfic that I think about everyday 🥺🎀

Now let's talk about my fave characters... well, I love most of them, but my top 3 are probably:

1. Detective Loki (no surprise to absolutely anyone)

I just love me some hurt confort with a man covered in tattoos and a dark past.... and btw, I love how tumblr invented a WHOLE background for him, I can't thank our brilliant artists enough 😭

And I can't not mention 'The storm' because it's probably my fave fic I've ever written 🤭

2. Donnie Darko

I'm obsessed with that movie and I love the absolute filthy ideas people send me here 😭 (I love one sub!boy)

When I think of Donnie fics, I think of @psychwxrdd

3. Our criminally ignored Adam Bell

Well, he's big and hairy and I have a professor kink, okay??

Big thanks to @lust4life01 for providing us her masterpieces with him 🙏🏻 (big shutout to this fic specifically)

[carniferous]

hi dil beloved <3 i'm here to get a tiny bite out of ur brain <3 and be insane over ur writing once again <333

idk how vague u want the concepts to be so . jegulus sick fic??? or drunk shenanigans?? i'll take literally anything

laurieee laurie my love!! okay this ask made me remember something: when i was first drafting ibhfts, i had this vague idea that james would get sick at one point during the fic? it was going to be towards the end but i ended up scrapping this idea because it wouldn't really fit with how the plot has developed so far. but really the MAIN reason i wanted to include it so badly is bc i loveeee sickfics (like. i love them so much) so i decided to use this opportunity to write out a little scene that could've been in that version of ibhfts

just fyi this scene will NOT be in ibhfts but it does contain mild spoilers for ch 13 and potentially events that will happen in future chapters. this one is also completely unedited btw !!

It really does serve James right for laughing at him. He hadn’t even cast an Impervious before trekking about in the rain without a care, and then he’d had the gall to laugh in Regulus’s face, to clutch at Regulus’s hands as they toweled off his hair, say What are you so worried about? I don’t get sick! Regulus tries not to feel smug about it as James sniffles and shivers under the covers—and then, perhaps deservedly, James’s bleary, pitiful expression every time he opens his eyes makes it difficult to feel smug about anything.

“You’re such a baby,” he murmurs, practically croons as he strokes the back of his finger against James’s feverish face. “Seriously, who gets sick from being out in the rain? You’re supposed to be a Quidditch player.”

James groans hoarsely, “You’re being mean. Here I am suffering, and you’re being mean to me. What if I died? What then?” 

“You just have a cold, for Merlin’s sake,” he replies, grinning, a strange glee rising up in him at James’s prone and vulnerable state. At how pitiful he is.

“How do you know? You’re not a Healer.”

“Your mother’s a Healer, you idiot, and she says you have a cold.”

“I’m dying,” James whines.

“Baby,” says Regulus, and he means it as a taunt, but it comes out strange and tinged with too much affection. James’s eyes open, his gaze heavy-lidded, curious. Regulus feels heat pool in his spine. 

He shoots to his feet, cheeks warming. “Are you thirsty? I’ll get you some water.”

Somehow, James’s silence as he leaves makes him feel even more unsteady. He has to force his hands to stop shaking long enough for him to pour the water.

When he returns upstairs, James has fallen asleep. His eyelashes flutter as the door opens, his hand curls gently in the sheets. As quietly as possible, Regulus sets the glass down on his bedside table and leaves. 

The day passes like that, strangely quiet without James’s usual energy filling the house. Sirius doesn’t come downstairs, which is simultaneously a blessing and something that sends anxiety skittering across his skin. Regulus keeps searching for him in his periphery. He can’t help it. Back at home, Sirius had the unsettling habit of materializing in doorways, hallways, anywhere to startle Regulus. Sirius’s loud boisterousness was mostly show; he could move as silently as a mouse when he wanted to. As silently as their mother.

It doesn’t matter, though. In the end, it’s Regulus who ends up finding Sirius. 

He’s carrying a bowl of soup on a tray when he opens the door to James’s room. Sirius sits at his bedside. He glances over his shoulder at Regulus, surveys him impassively.

“He’s asleep,” Sirius says.  

Regulus feels his grip tighten reflexively on the tray. He swallows, forces himself to set it down on the nightstand. 

“I’ll leave it here for him.” A pause, then, “He slept the whole day?”

Sirius hums an affirmative, leaning over to rest his chin in the palm of his hand. He stares up at Regulus with a quizzical, probing look in his eyes.

Suddenly, Regulus is tired of it. The way that Sirius has been since he returned, neutral and observant—watchful gaze keeping track of Regulus’s every movement, every expression, as though looking to catch him in something. Silently judging Regulus for the space he takes up in Godric’s Hollow.

If you didn’t want me to live here, Regulus thinks, you shouldn’t have let me.

“You’re worried about him,” Sirius says slowly, with great finality. 

“It’s a cold,” says Regulus. “I’d be stupid to be worried.”

Sirius arches a brow. Regulus feels himself flush. 

“He was saying your name in his sleep. James,” as though he could’ve been talking about anyone else. 

Regulus bites the inside of his cheek. His mind races for a response. 

That’s what’s been irritating him. Sirius is too fucking perceptive. He knows Regulus too well. He knows James even better. And there’s nothing he hates more than being kept in the dark.

“He kept asking where you were going. He seemed upset.”

“What’s your point?”

“He dreamt of you, Regulus,” Sirius says, still with that slow and impassive finality, circling around some realization that he wants Regulus to confirm.

Well, bully for him. Regulus makes a show of rolling his eyes: “A fever dream. Again, your point?”

“I was gone for a while,” Sirius muses, almost to himself. But when his eyes flick upwards, they’re needle-sharp. “Not that long, though.”

“Are you enjoying being needlessly cryptic, or are you eventually going to say what you mean?”

“Something happened between you two,” he says. “Didn’t it?”

Another eye-roll. This is a practiced thing, indifference towards Sirius and his endless suspicions. Regulus was twelve years old when he realized that the more he cared what Sirius thought of him, the more Sirius could hurt him. He was twelve years old when he learned that Sirius would hurt him, given the opportunity.

“Lots of things happened. Like you said,” Regulus meets his gaze, “You were gone a long time.”

Sirius grins. It’s not a nice grin. If James were awake to see it, Regulus thinks he’d be shocked at such an expression on his best friend’s face.

Regulus says, eyes narrowed, “Besides, you asked him to take care of me. Didn’t you?”

The grin falls away. “Well, fuck. I didn’t think he’d tell you that.”

“Thank you for that, by the way,” says Regulus. “Next time you ask one of your friends to babysit me, try to show a bit more discretion.”

“Piss off,” says Sirius, looking genuinely a bit abashed. “As if I was wrong to be worried.”

“Why? Because I’d ruin your darling reputation by being so horrible to the Potters?”

Sirius blinks at him, long and slow. “Because you’d just run away from home after our mother crucio’d you, you git.”

“Oh.” Regulus falls silent. His gaze falls on James’s sleeping face, still flush with fever, a sheen of sweat on his brow. 

He doesn’t know what shows in his expression, but when he looks back up, Sirius is staring at him with wide eyes. 

“Merlin,” he says.

“What?”

“You—”

“Reg?” A slurred voice, heavy with sleep, and Regulus turns immediately. James cracks his eyes open, and a grin spreads over his face. “Hi, Reg. Where’d you go?”

“I—” Regulus darts a half-panicked glance towards Sirius. “I was just letting you sleep.”

“I couldn’t find you.”

Sirius clears his throat loudly. James blinks, and some awareness seems to come back to him.

“Padfoot,” he says, pushing himself up onto his elbows. 

“Hey, Prongs,” Sirius says, full of warmth. “When’re you getting out of this bed, huh?”

“Not soon enough. How long were you sitting there?”

His smile turns blithe, “A while. I’m starving, though, gonna grab something to eat. Rest up, okay?”

James nods as Sirius gets up and leaves, sending Regulus a long, searching look on his way out. Regulus can’t help the breath he releases when the door clicks shut.

“He suspects,” says Regulus.

“Who, Sirius?” James tilts his head to the side, unconcerned, and pushes himself into a sitting position. “Probably.”

“I wish you’d sound more worried about that.”

James hums noncommittally. “Is that soup?”

“James,” Regulus sighs, but he still takes the tray and places it carefully in James’s lap. 

James spoons the soup into his mouth thoughtfully, “He’ll have to find out eventually, you know.”

“You and I share different opinions on that.”

“Yeah, and your opinion makes no sense. How would we keep it from him? Logistically, how would that work?”

“I’ve kept bigger things from Sirius.”

“I haven’t.”

A pause. Regulus looks down at his lap, at his hands laid over one another, murmurs, “I know, James.”

James sets down the spoon. Wordlessly, he reaches over and brushes his thumb down the side of Regulus’s face, a soothing gesture. Regulus leans into the touch, drops his cheek into James’s waiting palm. Lets the solid warmth of it seep into his skin. 

“I just don’t see the point,” James says softly. “The longer we keep it from him, the harder it will be to eventually tell him.”

“It’ll always be hard to tell him, no matter what.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because he’ll think I’m trying to take you from him.”

James looks at him incredulously, guilelessly, “But you’re not.”

Regulus’s mouth twitches, and he turns his face into James’s palm to hide his tiny smile. He presses a kiss there—once, then twice. He thinks of being  eleven and watching Sirius walk away from him with an arm slung around James’s shoulders. Of being thirteen and knowing desire, real desire, for the first time: at the sight of James laughing at a joke Sirius was telling him.

“No,” he whispers, and he presses his face deeper into the skin of James’s open hand. “Of course I’m not.”

[courfee]

hi fra darling <3 for the word game: idiot, rude and hand <333

hi laurie my love!! <333 these were such fun words i struggled choosing how to answer a little

idiot

"If I could have it my way I’d get rid of your stupid boss and I’d be your sugar daddy or something so you’d have all the time for me because I miss you. I’m not replacing you, not with Regulus and not with anyone. So stop being an insecure idiot, alright?”

rude

“I’m not trying to be rude or anything, it’s just, I’m sure people in secret relationships have a reason for why the relationship is secret and telling some stranger about it probably isn’t their preferred way of outing it.”

hand

“Guess I’ll have to keep my hands off myself while thinking about you then. Bummer.” How Regulus manages to say this with a completely detached intonation is an utter mystery to James.

give me a word and i'll find it in my wip

[honeybcj]

HI MACK BABY SO HAPPY TO HAVE U BACK!!! how are u?? everything okay?? i'm giving u hundred kisses MWAH <333

LAURIE DARLING HI HELLO <333 i’m doing so much better ! life was,,, hard for a bit and i’m still trying to make sure everything is okay, but i’m finding my peace ! i’m so very happy to be back and seeing all my beautiful lovely mutuals on the dash makes my heart so so warm!! i hope the world has been treating you oh so kindly! sending u so many kisses right back!!! MWAH MWAH <333

[slasherlaurie]

Hi everyone, your friend Laurie is back!! I don’t really know how to start this so I’m getting right into it but summary for babes who cbf (honestly same lol). If you’re the anon who kept popping into my inbox with kindness in the months I was gone PLEASE read the edit at the end.

TLDR: I’m back and I’m writing again! Things will be different but I’m figuring it out as I go. Hope you stick around <3

First of all, I’d like to apologize for my months of disappearances with no explanation. I know that was probably very frustrating for people who had requests or were waiting for more posts. Since the start of this year I’ve been horribly overwhelmed with irl stuff which I won’t get into for the sake of keeping heavy subjects out of this update, but I’ve finally been able to get some free time to get back to the things I love. Which moves me onto the next talking point.

I really have missed this blog and writing, but I think I need to go about it a different way. I put too much pressure on myself to fulfill requests without flaw and in a timely manner that I pushed myself into burnout, and so I’ve been thinking about how to do this the past couple of days. First of all, I’m deleting all requests in my inbox while I figure out what I wanna do. My inbox will still be open for a little while, but please don’t expect me to get around to it. I likely won’t do all of them, but I will make a post about it if I do stick with a request. I’m sorry to anyone who had a request or something in my drafts, I understand if this is upsetting.

I think from now on I’m mostly going to post when I’m inspired, maybe every once a month or so on average. The time pressure of someone waiting for me to churn something out really turned me away from writing so at least for a while I’m going to be completely unscheduled with my posting. Again, I’m very sorry to anyone who had a request in.

As well as this, I’d taken a BIG break from dead by daylight. Not only because of the irl stuff I mentioned making me too busy, but also because I kinda lost my love for the game and the characters. Thankfully, my feelings about it have been rekindled, and I’m really excited to return to the community.

Lastly, to my friends I’ve made through this blog. I’m so so sorry for disappearing and cutting people off, I know it doesn’t excuse it but I’ve been so socially overwhelmed the past couple of months that I’ve neglected to keep up with my online friends. I hope you can understand I wouldn’t have ghosted anyone without warning if I could’ve, but the circumstances made a lot of things extremely stressful at the time.

Sorry for this post being a bit serious, I’m not really sure how to cover everything without sounding like a bunch of excuses otherwise. Also I wrote this in my notes app at like 2am and copy pasted it here so I apologize for the messy format 😭 ily all and I’ve missed you!

edit: To the anon who kept leaving supportive messages in my inbox despite my absence, I appreciate you beyond words you are a REAL one <333 Whoever you are ilysm and I’m so sorry I didn’t see them earlier!!

[ethereal-maia]

1, 2, 3, and 4 for the book asks!

1: favorite book of all time?

AUGHHHHHH WHYYYYYYYYY?!???! Ahhh… it’s got to be… UM… THE INQUISITORS TALE BY ADAM GIDWITZ!!!!! Man. One of the most beautiful books I’ve ever had the fortune of reading. It’s a fictional tale of medieval France and it’s absolutely gorgeous. Literally one of the prettiest books I own because it’s ILLUMINATED!!! Like old scripts done by medieval monks! But instead of monks, it’s Hatem Aly, and he does a truly lovely job of enhancing the book with his illustrations. God. I think about this book all the time ok I used to read it once a month that’s how enchanting it is. I’ll never shut up about it and I’ll never stop loving it.

Also A Little Princess by Frances Hodgeson Burnett bc that book basically raised me <333

2: favorite book at the moment?

ooooh idk… I’ll say The Language of Thorns by Leigh Bardugo for now bc it’s got so many beautiful stories and it’s also one of the prettiest books I own… it’s kind of a twisted fairytale anthology of sorts, remixing a little mermaid, beauty and the beast, the nutcracker + the velveteen rabbit, Hansel and Gretel, and also putting a twist on classic tropes and it’s LOVELYYYY (it’s also set in the Grishaverse so uh. check it out if yiu ever have the time <33)

3: most recent book added to your favorites?

AHHH!! I went to the library recently so I got to find new books and oughhh I have really good taste based off of covers apparently. It’s called Junior High and it’s by twins Tegan and Sara Quin, and it’s another middle-grade graphic novel! It’s a memoir of sorts about Tegan and Sara’s 7th grade year, and it’s illustrated by Tillie Walden (I LOVE TILLIE WALDEN SO MUCH AUGHHHHH) and it’s a really really cute coming-of-age book!! I cried 👍✨

4: a few books you’d recommend?

HAHAHAAA MY TIME HAS COME! look them up yourself bc I haven’t the time to go in detail about them all but trust me that they’re good books and don’t judge them off the cover only ☺️ Also I’m rating them out of 10 so you know how I feel about them!

Ivy Aberdeen’s Letter to the World by Ashley Herring Blake - 12648/10

Queen of the Sea by Dylan Meconis - 10/10

Speak: the graphic novelization by Laurie Halse Anderson and Emily Carroll - 15789/10

Stepsister by Meghan Donnelly - 8/10

Anne of Greenville by Mariko Tamaki - 9/10

[todorokies]

HI KNIVES !!! baby i missed you sm i hope you're doing better, please go ahead and rambleeee i missed hearing your thoughts <33

DRIA MY LOVE ugh i missed you too 🥹🥹 and thank you <333

okay so this has been on my mind for a while now and it might be controversial but the whole laurie and amy vs laurie and jo discussion from the movie little women (2019) is such bullshit to me and i hate how it gets marketed by certain people as a “love story” when it’s much much more than that !!! if anything the romance is a subplot in the movie and the main event are the march sisters

i adore how love and warmth is portrayed through the march sisters, how they all have different ambitions and aspirations that tag along with their beliefs and how their personalities are influenced by their experiences and triumphs. i was nearly brought into tears by the christmas scene it’s so beautiful and comforting!!

i remember the first time i watched it i went in thinking i was gonna relate to jo more than amy but i see myself in both of them; younger amy in the flashbacks reminds me of younger me,,, childish and naive but still looks up and wants to tag along with their older sibling.

i relate to jo more currently as the thought of only being reduced to a man’s “wife” or “girlfriend” repulses me as i have the galaxy and infinity to offer to the world but may end up lonely in the process. im also put in more situations where i have to take the initiative and have people depending on me more.

i hate how people find laurie and amy appealing cause there’s absolutely nothing romantic about being the second choice. and it saddens me that most peoples mindset is “it’s better to be chosen last than not chosen at all.”

and the thing laurie says to jo in the attic about how i she was right, and if they had gotten married it would’ve been miserable for the both of them but if anything, laurie and amy’s marriage would’ve been loveless/miserable as amy wanted to feel wanted by the one she loved and marry wealthy as she had no choice but to, and laurie will probably never get over jo (you can never get over a first love like that)

in conclusion the real enemy here is laurie !!!

[tunastime]

tuna tunastime appreciation hour! I think my favorite thing about your writing is how you write the characters' feelings. It's always so well written and REAL and it makes my very soul go AAAaaaughhh in the best way <3 i am not ashamed to admit that i have cried multiple times reading the hot tea fic and the give me your shoulders series as a whole and also stretching endless night (changing the archive warning for the bit is the funniest thing ever actually) and your ranchers fics are absolutely ADORABLE!!

get hit by the love beam times one million <333 and all the kudos in the world for everything you write :D

WAUUU HI THIS IS SO INCREDIBLY SWEET!!

laurie really did a number on me (I learned later that laurie had a fever at the time of reblogging) but that and this is so so very sweet and really important to me :< I haven't been posting a lot recently with my job really ramping up as summer rolls in, so it's so kind when people reach out like this and give me the motivation to keep doing what I'm doing

hearing that to this day hot tea and SEN are so notable for people makes me CRYYY brotherrrr I cannot handle it EVDKWBJSSB and it means sooo so so much to me when people compliment how I do feelings!!! I put a lot of time and care into emotion because ratgagegrhrbg its so visceral for me when I feel them and I gotta get that across yknow!!!

wheezes, thank you though auauwhwu this is so special, I'm so so glad my fics have touched someone. I'm so very soft and mushy about this ;w; thank you you're such a treasure to see all the time <333

[itsjaywalkers]

hi laurie <3 i, too, am all aboard the bartylily train. that said, would you possibly spare some of your bartylily hcs?

hi han beloved <333 I LOVE TO TALK ABOUT THEM SO I'D LOVE TO SHARE SOME HCS i already posted some of them a while ago and u can read them here !! but that being said . here are some more

lily's friends completely despise barty and they never manage to get along with him, while barty's friends accept lily and hang out with her quite often !!

bc of this, i really think that there would exist some distance between lily and the marauders once she starts dating barty.. i feel like she's still very close to mary and marlene despite them not being fond of barty but . it'd be more difficult with james and the rest . for obvious reasons (until james starts dating reg and he also has to suffer barty on a regular basis)

barty is fucking obsessed with her.. he teases her and they bicker a lot but his cool act is just that: an act. he's screaming inside his head the whole time

they fuck a lot and they're real nasty about it. lily lovessss to let go and allow barty to take control, she becomes vvvv submissive and needy when she's horny and barty lives to make her feel good and fucking worship her

barty drives with one hand, cigarette twisted between his fingers, while the other stays on lily's thigh, always way too high to be considered respectable

he tries to be Better just for her bc barty believes lily deserves the very best and he's not That he's never been but lily loves him in all his trashy lame dirty glory

they have study dates and make out sloppy style during their smoke breaks

barty's mum absolutely adores lily and nothing brings barty more joy than seeing them getting along and spending time with each other

barty loves seeing lily get angry or be mean

and lily loves when barty is violent (especially if it's for her) and gets into fights

she always patches him up afterwards and kisses every single one of his injuries

they look like they don't belong together bc she's so princess-like, with her cardigans and her skirts and her gloss and her long red hair, and he's the guy your parents always warned you about, with his band shirts and his ripped jeans and his dirty untied converse and his piercings

and yet . they're Perfect . they balance each other out, and i genuinely feel that this is the relationship in which barty is his Sanest

don't get me wrong he's still a fucking weirdo and kind of unhinged but i feel like lily calms him down in the sense that he feels safe and seen enough to be able to drop some of his devil may care + nothing can touch me attitude

i've talked about this a hundred times but the whole point of their dynamic is that . they can leave their respective masks behind around each other . they're not Lily Evans The Saint or Barty Crouch Jr The Failure . they're just lily and barty!!! you know??

they always smoke after sex

barty bakes with his mum and brings every new thing they make to lily when he goes to pick her up from work

holding hands at all times!!! and she always sits on his lap when they're out!!!!

[pretentiouswreckingball]

HI MY DARLING just came here to say: bingo <3

LAURIE!!!! MY DARLING LAURIE<333

I think is safe to say that, even though it's bingo, you are the closest to getting a FULL CARD here and it's fucking CRAZY in my opinion<3 but omg this is AMAZIIIING u have such good taste and I'm kinda afraid we are the same person lmao (positive ofc) this is. i love this and u. so so much. I CAN'T OMFGGGG

loops' bingo card

[galadrielette]

Rules: Share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, do not be shy and share anyway.

tagged by @justatinycollector and @bad-surprise​ <333

He comes to her that night. ​| i’ll slither from eden back home to her - olivia/malcolm foxworth, flowers in the attic

The chair opposite of Halbrand scraping back loudly is the only warning he gets before Galadriel Noldor drops herself across from him. | cause i’m mistaking honey for the bees - haladriel, rings of power

It rains the morning of Kate’s wedding. | i could be your heron blue sky (wrap my in celadon & gold) - kanthony, bridgerton

It’s too hot to cuddle and the a/c is on the fritz. | i’m almost me again - chris/cathy sheffield, flowers in the attic

Charlotte tries to smile at the ballroom, tries to present the picture of someone who is happy to be there. | been dreaming that you’ll love me in the morning - sidlotte, sanditon

“It hurts me, Arthur,” Georgiana says quietly, laying a hand on his forearm. | come on, skinny love, what happened here? - georgiana/arthur, sanditon

Laurie fully intends on meeting Amy at her hotel to escort her to the New Years Eve ball but not long after parting ways with her in the park he hears of her courtship with Frad Vaughn. | and i know that it’s delicate - amy/laurie, little women (2019)

He’s not bloody fast enough. | overcome in this war of hearts - spuffy, btvs

Sometimes he dreams of her. | funny how a blessing feels just like a curse | joe/marie doucett, oldboy (2013)

Her mother insists that they move to her hometown after everything goes to shit in New York. | i used to obsess over living (now i only obsess over you) - jeronica, riverdale

and as usual i am too lazy to tag anyone else lol. 

[courfee]

hi darling!! for the wip word game: brother and blush/blushing

laurie my love <333

brother (from operation wanker, because thats the only wip the word is mentioned in)

“James, are you going to take me to some rock concert or something?” James can’t help himself, he actually laughs at Regulus’ obvious distress that this might be what James came up for with a date. “I’m not, I did actually remember which Black brother I’m taking out, don’t worry. Although, if you fancy, there is a laser show in a couple hours where they play some rock songs as well?” “I think I’ll pass, thank you,” Regulus says decisively. “Kind of expected as much. I might take Sirius there some time though…” “I can’t believe I’m going out with someone who’s talking about taking my brother out while on our date,” Regulus mutters.

blush (from borrow my name. i make reg blush far too fucking much oops)

“My washing machine broke,” James says with a grin this time when Regulus opens his door, “You don’t happen to have a shirt I can borrow?” James hasn’t managed to take Regulus by surprise since that first time he came knocking on his door. The fact the he stands frozen in his doorway now, staring at James’ bare chest with a deep blush across his cheeks despite having seen James naked several times over the past couple weeks makes James grin with satisfaction. “Well? What do you say? Wanna help out your needy neighbour?” That seems to finally unfreeze Regulus. “Needy now, is he?” “Very much so,” James agrees. “Can I come in?”

[fruity-cryptid]

🍓 :D

Omg hi my beloved mutual <333

Okay so where do I start, first off I find you to be one of my funniest mutuals like you always make me laugh, also you are just so chaotic and I love that for u. You're always there to listen to my ramblings about flannel kid ( which oo girl do I have more tea to spill about him btw ), also you introduced me to Laurie Strode bc I didn't actually pay much attention to her before u started bringing her up and now I love her. Also you're aesthetic is just so *chefs kiss*. So yeah ilysm and never fail to make me smile <333

[mothbart]

hi india!! sorry if im late, i went to sleep very early yesterday.. but for the writer truth & dare: 📚🍬 and ❄️ <333

omg laurie baby you're not late at all!!! you deserve so much sleep you work too much fr <3

📚 ⇢ what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app? 

uhh the last thing i wrote down in my notes app were quotes for the long ass comments i make for fics!! i usually have like ao3 open on one tab on my laptop and then my notes app on the other so i can just copy and paste and write commentary on how quotes made me feel while reading. surprisingly i don't use my notes app for writing!!! this is from turn your back on mother nature by my friend si!! (poetskings)

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

okay....i know this is....controversial....but i literally do not see barty as insane. i see barty as a smartass who also has this "i don't care" attitude and i see barty as witty and charming and quick on his feet. do i see barty as someone who would just...idk randomly kill someone because he thought it was fun?? no. listen. if i'm gonna be so honest with you, the person who has written barty in a way that i see him is lane. lane literally captures barty so fucking perfectly, idk how she does it but she does!!!!

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

ugh okay i can see why this question is a hard one, but my answer is like very similar to yours? i don't have like a dream plot for a fic, but i know that if i did, any one of my mutuals would do a fantastic job. they all have such unique writing styles and all of them are so creative that i wouldn't even be able to guess how they would write my dream plot.

like i know that if i wanted it to have a very thorough plot, i would pick maggie, kolowv, kit 1.0, or cael. if i wanted something smutty/has incredible dialogue i would pick shan, you, layla, drac, or mar. if i wanted cute stories that i know would make my heart combust i would pick lane, sammy, mil, rose, si, ellie, and mack.

like i am just very grateful that i know such amazing people who carry so much talent. like literally i am blown away every single time when i read my friends' work (still kissing ur head for making ghosts aka my love my life my heart)