#I'm sure author is working on it because they want to

[tittytania]

Not to rant. I get that having a pet peeve is a personal irk, but idk maybe my pet peeve is people who have this as a pet peeve. The author gets to decide what the progression of civilization is, and if they want it to be slow then it's slow. If having a world with a slow and plodding history works better for the environment, then that's what works better. Fantasy is there to create worlds that feel otherworldly or impossible. That's why they chose to make it thousands of years instead of hundreds. The author wants it to feel impossibly long. It just doesn't feel the same when the ancient fantasy kingdom falls in what we would consider a normal timeline, because if they're just the same as a normal place then who cares? The longest empire in all of human history is considered the Pandyan empire, which lasted, despite fluctuating on power, for around 1800 years. So I really don't think it's that big of a deal if some wizard kings have been the ruling family for 5000 years. I literally expect a fantasy empire to last much longer than any real human one.

Plus, if you really need to have realistic progression of technology in your dragon story, there's plenty of evidence in human history for things that happen slow. Technology has progressed at wildly different rates throughout history, and the speed of technological progression has been much much faster in the past few hundred years than it has been in the vast majority of human history, and it's different for the kind of items that you're looking at. Cars advanced extremely fast almost immediately after we invented them. But we invented the reed/quil style pen about 4 thousand years ago and we used those up until like 200 years ago. Parchment was invented around 2200 years ago and we used that for over a thousand years too. The horse was domesticated around 5500 years ago, and they were the dominant non walking form of transportation up until a few hundred years ago. We invented the bow and arrow around 70,000 years ago and we used some version of that until we invented guns. There's plenty of things in real life that progressed very slowly, and if an author thinks the much slower progression of technology in the past works better for the world they want to make, and so they make that apply to the whole world instead of just writing utensils, then that's perfectly fine.

Also plenty of real life human groups live in agrarian or even hunter gatherer societies to this day. That's over 60,000 years for some groups. And sure, their societies have definitely changed at some point in those times, but a lot of their practices have stayed pretty similar for an extremely long time because it continues to work for them. The speed of societal evolution is far from universal and many groups of real life people are "stuck in the past" because they don't feel the need to change so I really don't think it's that big of a deal if fantasy worlds don't have much that's new after 4000 years. They didn't make anything else because what they had was meeting their needs.

I'm getting heated at this point when it really doesn't matter, but I just don't care if my sci-fi/fantasy works have a progression of technology that mirrors our real world. Clearly there's a lot of people who do want fantasy to mirror average real word historical progression, but personally I think it's so weird to care about that. It's made up. An author just thinks a different progression of time is nicer. That's fine.

pro-tip: don't ever use the sentence "thousands of years" in your worldbuilding unless you really know what a thousand years is like

[7-wonders]

Seeing Ghosts

Dr. Jack Abbot x psychiatrist!reader (gender-neutral)

Summary: A case hits too close to home for you. Jack wants you to know you're not alone.

Word count: 1.9k

A note from the author: "I'm just going to write a little blurb," I say to myself. "Fucking liar!" my laptop yells at me.

I don't even know what I'm doing with this but I'm watching The Pitt and cannot get this old man out of my head! If you're reading this, I sincerely hope you enjoy!

Content warning: Mentions of suicidal thoughts

You’re on night rotations for the first time in years, taking over for Dr. Gibbons who’s out on paternity leave. Night shift has been kind to you with a fairly easy workload as your body gets adjusted to a completely opposite sleep-wake schedule, but tonight, you’re called down to the ER for a 5150. 20 y/o male, brought to the ER after his roommate found him with cuts to his wrists. He's crying as his wrists are tended to, so sure that some unseen entity is on the phone with Pitt's admissions office right now to get his scholarships revoked.

You recognize him, this young overachiever who has the weight of the world on his shoulders for no real reason other than that he feels it will all collapse if he's not the one to hold it up. Not because you've met him before. You recognize him because, at one point in time, he was you.

One of your favorite parts about your job is getting to truly connect with your patients, and you feel that one of the best ways to do that is by meeting them at their level. Sitting next to them, giving them your first name and insisting they call you by that, and, if they allow for it, holding their hands. You catch a fair amount of shit for it from other doctors (mainly those for whom psychiatry isn't their specialty), but there's a reason why your patient satisfaction scores are so high. You know what you're doing, and you know how to accomplish a positive outcome, so when Shaun Gold takes your outstretched hand, you know you've got an in.

“I understand, that you feel like you’re alone in how you’re feeling right now. But can I tell you a secret?" He nods, and you tighten your grip on his hand. "You're not alone. So many people have felt the exact same way. I have felt the exact same way."

"You have?" Shaun's face opens up at this revelation, seeing in front of him a successful (-ish) doctor who's also battled the lowest of the lows.

"Yep. And I'm not here to tell you that I never feel the way I did then anymore, because I would be lying to you. But I have the right skills now to help me combat those feelings. Therapy, and coping tools, and medication. That's what I'm trying to do for you here. Give you the proper skills so that you can be the best possible version of yourself. And maybe one day, you'll be in my position, helping to give hope to somebody who needs it. So?" You squeeze his hand, smiling when he squeezes back. "Can we help you?"

Shaun agrees, and you get him safely transferred up to your ward with a schedule laid out and a promise that you'll be back in an hour. A favorable outcome, which is all that one can ask for in this career. But it doesn't change the heaviness in your chest, which continues to press down on you even after you're back down in the ER to discuss potential care plans with Ellis. Throwing yourself back into work is normally your trick to get your mind off of a tough case—it's not the healthiest coping mechanism, but mental health is nothing if not a balancing act—and you're left searching for relief. Where's a physician to go when everything feels a little too...much? Your fellow dayshifter clued you in on just the place.

The roof of PTMC is quiet at this time of night, no incoming or outgoing medical flights interrupting your stolen moment of peace. Almost immediately, you can see why Robby finds so much comfort in being up here. Leaning against the railing, having the cool breeze on your face and watching cars crawl through the streets of Pittsburgh like ants in an ant farm...it may not comfort you, exactly, but it does help to calm you down enough that you can focus on the things you would tell a patient in your position to do: deep breathing and grounding.

From behind you comes the sound of the rooftop door opening and closing and your slow exhale turns into a harsh sigh, assuming that it's some medical student coming to find you about a drunk experiencing hallucinations. Do people not remember how to use a pager anymore?

"Fancy seeing you up here." You'd be able to pick Jack Abbot's voice out of a crowd of hundreds, and it's no different now when he's standing behind you. Your shoulders, which you hadn't realized tensed up at the threat of being pulled back to work before you're ready, loosen up almost immediately.

It was naive of you to think that Jack wouldn't have picked up on anything out of the ordinary in any of the doctors on the clock tonight. He and Robby are two of the best ER attendings in the state for many reasons, but the way that they look out for those on their teams is one of them. Ellis probably snitched, you think, before realizing that you're not giving Jack nearly enough credit for his intuitiveness.

"I've heard so much about this 'trick' from Robby, figured now was the perfect time to try it out. Sorry to steal your hiding spot," you call out, keeping your eyes focused on the lights of PNC Park in the distance.

"I'm not going to ask you if you're alright, because god knows I would hate if someone came up here, interrupted my moment of peace, and asked the same." You can't help the smile that appears on your face. "But I am...here. Y'know, just in case you feel like talking."

You recognize this language, and it makes you chuckle. "Who's the psychiatrist here?"

"Not me, thankfully."

"Saw a ghost downstairs," you supply, still staring determinedly ahead. "I'm pretty good at compartmentalizing, at separating my work life from my personal life. But every so often, a certain case comes in that just...hits too close to home."

"I completely understand."

What Jack doesn't tell you is that, the moment you saw your ghost in that student, he saw his own ghost in you. He often hears negative feedback from those in the ivory tower about how he could stand to be a little more caring to, well, everybody. Though Robby hosts some of the worst patient reviews, he has more than a few of his own.

But who the hospital administration hears from is the bad seeds. Drunk idiots, antivaxxer mothers, bigots who think they can get away with snide comments to members of the staff—the types of people for whom complaining is in their blood. They're more than happy to fill out the survey provided to them with their discharge instructions, flaming everything and everything about the hospital—but especially about Dr. Abbot, who has been called anything from "gruff and unapproachable" to "a raging asshole."

He doesn't do this for them, though. He does it for the people that can actually benefit from his help, those who likely won't fill out a survey. The young parent frantically making sure that every test and procedure for their sick child is covered by Medicaid before consenting. The unhoused man being treated on his fingers for frostbite (and who will find a warm, sturdy pair of gloves tucked with his discharge paperwork).

The veteran fresh off a tour of duty and having her first real bout of PTSD.

You found yourself caught off guard by how close you felt to this case, and in that moment, he saw himself in you.

"I've been that student before—still am, sometimes," you admit quietly, knowing Jack will still hear it. "I was always too scared of what would happen to me if people found out I was feeling this way. I was sure that I'd be judged by everyone, but especially by doctors. I had no reason to feel that way, of course, but I didn't know any better at the time. I think that's why this case got to me; I needed him to hear me, to know for certain that he wasn't alone in his feelings and that he had friends in those who would be taking care of him."

Jack's silent, but you know that's not a bad thing. When he finally speaks, his voice is closer than it was when he first joined you on the roof. "I think that's what distinguishes good doctors from great doctors. Good doctors study hard, perform quality work, and genuinely care for their patients. But the great doctors are those who allow their experiences to fuel them. Who go through pain, or heartbreak, or grief, and use those feelings to guide their work and how they treat those that come under their care. And you, my friend, are a damn great doctor."

"Thanks, Jack." You don't say what you want to, which is that he's describing himself, too. The man's trying to teach a lesson, after all, and you've seen his disdain when his lessons have been hijacked before.

"Got any plans after work?" he asks.

"Besides still trying to get used to working nights?"

He chuckles. "Can't help you there. But if you're not feeling like the walking dead come seven, I know a great diner in the area. We can share some more ghost stories, maybe. Only condition is that you can't divulge the location after we go, no matter how much you may want to sing its praises. I can't go having my favorite breakfast spot overrun by interns and residents, after all."

It's a good thing that you're still facing away from Jack, because you wouldn't be able to school your face to some neutral expression fast enough. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't carried a bit of a torch for Jack for a while—the kind of crush that's easy to sustain when you work opposite shifts and your interactions are in stolen five-minute interactions before your shift ends and his begins. If this were day shift, you know Dana would be teasing you endlessly and going on about the betting pool that's allegedly been steadily gaining money since you volunteered to temporarily move to nights.

("Garcia has twenty on you both being too chicken to make a move before Gibbons returns from paternity leave," Dana whispered to you last week when she was supposed to be giving you a status update on the Kraken before clocking out for the night. "Don't give her a win."

"I don't know what you're talking about," you claimed, cheeks burning as you focused on reading from the tablet in your hands.)

"Let me guess, the VFW?" you tease.

"Nah, their pancakes suck."

On your next exhale, when the heaviness in your chest seems to have finally abated, you turn around to face Jack. He's closer than you thought he would be, a couple of feet away at most. Close enough that you can see the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles at you. "Alright, we can go to your super secret breakfast spot. But I'm expecting world-class waffles, deal?"

"Deal."

When Jack wraps an arm around your shoulders in a loose hug, he doesn't put it down again until right before the elevator doors open on the ER. You don't mind in the slightest.

[daydreamgoddess14]

The Reading Rooms

Inspired by some other gorgeous individuals, I thought I'd try and compile some of my weekly reading into some kind of list. Since throwing myself into the Marvel fandom and actually writing for these characters rather than just reading, I've followed - and been followed by (cue fangirl shriek) - some epic blogs, and I want to be able to throw as many new readers and followers their way as I can.

Always remember to heed the warnings posted by the individual authors. What I'm happy to read may not be what you're happy to read, so I take no responsibility if you find something you're not into.

And finally, Tumblr is a community. Reblog, gush like you've never gushed before - I promise you, the authors below will love it, and love you for it! We write because we love to, but we share our work because we love the community of it. If you read something you like, let the world know! 💕

The List

Lessons in Love-Making by @artficlly. I've only read the first chapter so far, but this already has me totally hooked! Bucky Barnes x Reader.

Not a Fairy Tale Kiss (no names for this exist) by @azriona . This is the very definition of EPIC. A staggering word count, an absolute feat of storytelling. I've barely scratched the surface of this so far, but I'm loving every second. Posted on AO3, so head over there for your fix! Bucky Barnes x Reader.

@mrs-elsie-barnes , the writer that you are! I have a whole heap of recommendations here. First up, Policy & Procedure - if you like your Bucky Congressman shaped, this Bucky Barnes x Reader fic has your name on it. Then we have the little (slightly spoilery) Thunderbolts* drabble - Home Time - Bucky Barnes x Reader. Finally, we have the super hot - I've got to let you know (I need you tonight) featuring Joaquin Torres x Reader.

The 2k Drabble Challenge by @marvelstoriesepic is bananas. The dedication, the range, the heartbreak, and longing... ugh, these are all incredible, but my personal highlights are Misfire, Where We Were When The Stars Came Out, What the Mirror Doesn't Say & Tattoo Me In Flowers. Bucky Barnes x Reader.

Put Your Hands In Mine by @buck-star is so moving and vitally important. I loved it so much. Bucky Barnes x Reader.

Oil & Water by @flowersforbucky was so insanely hot it had me squealing. It is literally perfect if you would like to sit on that man's face. Bucky Barnes x Reader.

Charm and Claim by @ramp-it-up were both so excellent and super hot! Bucky Barnes x Reader.

@aquaticmercy is a genius and the writing is impeccable and when I tell you I RUN to every post... I've so much to catch up on, but Interstate Love Song was gorgeous. Bucky Barnes x Reader.

Let Me Hurt a Little Longer by @daxisyzz was so good! I loved the slightly manipulative POV, who wouldn't want Bucky's hands on them?! Bucky Barnes x Reader.

The Dog Tags series by @marvelwitchergilmore is brilliant! Part 1 is linked, be sure to check out the rest, and what a masterlist to get stuck into - especially for my Slow Horses babes because there's some River Cartwright in there, too! (cc. @cillmequick @dreamer-98 @annaelizabethhenry1 @liquid-confidenc3 💕)

Then we have @navybrat817 , who is pure genius and her post Thunderbolts* fic Not Exactly A Secret. Navy's setting up a Tower Shenanigans list, so expect more from the Thunderbolts*. As well as this, I read the excellent Late Night and Late Night Recap. Bucky Barnes x Reader.

I came across @jobean12-blog 's This Is Love this week, an oldie but a very goodie! Bucky Barnes x Reader.

If you haven't read Security Clearance by @societyfolklore yet, why?! This was soooo hot! Bucky Barnes x Reader.

And lastly, I'm sharing this little New Dad Bucky Headcannon by @sunday-bug , and lemme tell ya, it will not be the last thing I share of Sunny's! I can't wait to get stuck into her Masterlist because it's going to take over my life in the best possible way!

This covers everything I've read this week 🙌

God, I hope the links all work cos that took forever 🤣. Apologies for sharing via my own slightly unhinged reblogs. Next time, I'll try and make sure I share original links where possible!

💕

pressing post and hoping all the tags work 🫡

[mia-can-yap-too]

Diamond-less Disaster

What?:- The Blue Lock boys try to ask you out! Except they're in 'Episodes – Choose your Story' and don't have enough diamonds...

Warnings:- Crack, isagi crying from embarrassent (not in front of the huzz tho), rin uses plant flirtation tactics, kaiser is so confident im pretty sure its almost OOC

Who:- Isagi Yoichi, Itoshi Rin, Micheal Kaiser

Isagi Yoichi

Isagi doesn't know how he did it, but somehow, he convinced you to join him on his early morning runs.

It went quite smoothly, actually. He slowed his pace to match yours and occasionally switched to a light jog so it would be easier to hold a conversation with you.

The only downside was that both of you forgot to bring water bottles. Fortunately, you spot a vending machine nearby.

Isagi, ever the gentleman, pays for your waters and sits down next to you.

Still panting, he takes a minute to admire you. Even in your sweaty-hair-stuck-to-your-forehead-and-face-red-from-running glory, you are no less than the sun to him.

Tell her you like her

[15 💎] Ask her out to a date later

[Free] Stand five feet away, wave awkwardly, and say "I respect oxygen"

All of a sudden, Isagi stands up and waves at you, nervously.

Raising your eyebrows and giving your own awkward wave, you ask, "Are you... alright?"

"I... respect oxygen."

"What?"

"I mean... you breathe... good?"

He looks like he's about to cry out of embarrassment, but no, he has to be a man. And real men keep going even in the trenches.

"I uh... meant that oxygen is so useful, like wow, I'm so grateful. I mean... the trees are sure working overtime for us, huh? Go, Mother Nature! O2, wow, couldn't live without it..."

You are weirded out. Like, incredibly weirded out. "I guess... I didn’t know you were so passionate about oxygen..."

He doesn't meet your eyes. He can never meet your eyes again if he wants his dignity intact.

Face as red as the faux tomatos you were throwing at him in his head, he pretends to be shocked as he looks at his watch.

"Oh no...! I have practice with... Kaiser! We're the best of buddies, so I can't leave him hanging, you know? So, I have to go. Like, right now. Sorry for leaving you like this," he starts walking backwards, "Okay? Okay. Bye!"

It's a full-on sprint now. He is definitely crying from embarrassment now.

You've chosen humiliation. Confidence -20

Itoshi Rin

The classroom you're in is quiet, the perfect environment for you to peacefully doodle in.

That is, of course, before Rin enters like a glitchy DLC character that no one paid for. [a/n:- im lying yall would play just for him smh]

Rin has been hyping himself up for this all week. Today, he will confess to you. No matter what.

Okay. Just talk. Be normal. Be cool. Compliment her. Compliments are free, right?

You've never opened up to anyone before. Let her in.

[30 💎] "You calm the chaos in my head."

[Free] "If I were a plant, I'd tolerate you as my sunlight."

Apparently, compliments aren't free.

Rin opens his mouth despite it all and speaks in the most monotone voice you've ever heard.

"If I were a plant... I'd tolerate you as my sunlight."

Oh God, not another one.

Confused, you ask, "... You'd tolerate me?"

He wants to die inside. "Yeah, I wouldn't wither... Immediately. Like I usually do..."

"So... I'm not bad. Just... barely acceptable?"

Okay, now he's in the danger zone. Like, the part where you're sweating nervously and begging God to kill you with lightning or whatever works for Him.

"Some plants thrive on neglect. I could be one of those. You could be... my low-maintenance sun."

"Rin..." Oh no, now you sound worried. "That sounds so insulting and sad. Are you okay?"

"You're like... the right amount of photosynthesis. Not too much. Not too... chlorophyll-ly...?"

Why is he still trying?!

Once he realizes that he's drowing, he tries to fix it and fails miserably because the author of this fic likes chaos.

"Wait. No. Forget I said any of this."

With that, he dissappears.

Well, fuck. He should've just paid the diamonds.

You've chosen Emotional Constipation with Agricultural Undertones.

Michael Kaiser

Desperately trying to get away from all the pathetic-boy-chaos, you slip onto the rooftop to watch the sunset.

The sun is setting, and the golden hour casts a beautiful glow on you. And Micheal Kaiser.

He appears like the ghost of dramatic monologues past, and his hair glints as if he's actively photosynthesizing ego. He walks towards you with the swagger of a man who already knows your heart belongs to him. Except it doesn't.

Sweep her off her feet (not literally)

[40 💎] "The spot as the Empress to my Emperor is forever vacant for you."

[Free] Call her a peasant and throw a rose at her feet.

Nothing can deter him. Not even having a maximum of 2 diamonds.

"Kneel peasant," he smirks.

You're seriously offended. Even though you already know what's happening.

"Excuse me?!"

He dramatically pulls out a crumpled rose from somewhere inside his jacket, and looks at it as if it hold all the wealth in the world.

"This rose... was once blooming and vibrant. But now, it's withered.... just like your charm and charisma."

He drops it at your feet as if he's bestowing unknown luxuries to you.

"I bless thee."

"Did you just throw trash at me?! I bet that came from a gas station, too, asshole!" You scowl at him, and Kaiser can't understand why.

Looking as if you just praised Isagi in front of him, he starts his rant off with, "First of all, it was a roadside convenience emporium...!"

You have chosen Romantic Tyranny. -10 bitches.

a/n:- my goal as a writer is that you read my fics and think "wtf was going on in her head?" LOLOL i have never played this game so this is all based on what friends have said and tbh the choices in the game are probably much worse than this but idc

m.list

@strangergraphics for dividers

[niyajade]

propose - part 1/intro

Authors note | I put links for sevika’s fit because I’m bad at descriptions

The sweltering heat of India only worsens Sevika’s anger. They were eating dinner in the outside dining area when her mother brought up her lack of a lover. Another fight about the same old topic. 

“You are getting too old, Sevika! Your father and I had married when we were six years younger than you.” Her mother exclaimed. She rolled her eyes and began to tune out her mother’s scolding. As she does every time.

 Her mother continues “Now, I have been very lenient with you on most matters but this can not go on any longer. You will attend the annual ball and choose a wife or I will do so for you!”  She snapped her eyes at her mother, now completely alert.

“You can't force me to marry someone-” 

“I absolutely can,” her mother interrupted

 “If you don’t find someone by the end of that ball, you’ll be marrying whoever I choose. And I'm sure you know who I have in mind.” 

Her mother has been eyeing the eldest prince of Kingdom Dewar for months. Despite knowing how gay her daughter is, she’s still been trying to convince sevika to give the man a chance. “I will not marry a man, mother.” 

“Then you better hurry and find a woman.” Her mother said with an air of finality. She stares at her mother in exasperation, silently hoping that she’ll break and say she was only joking, but she finds no playfulness in her dark grey eyes.

Sevika huffs and storms away from the table. “I didn’t say you were excused, Sevika!” Her mother yelled as she stalked to her usual running trail.

Sevika had run along that trail for an hour and a half, Imagining that she was running away from the kingdom rather than being where she runs every other day. She was walking now. Breathing heavy and watching as the sun started to set and the moon revealed itself from behind the clouds. The muggy air and chirping crickets let her know that it was time to head back. 

She thought about her father as she started to pick up her speed and jog home. As she contemplated her situation, she tried to think about what her father would want. He wasn't the kindest dad but she yearned for his approval, even in his permanent absence. He loved and always wanted the best for his kingdom and in turn, his daughter, even if he never said it out loud. Tough love was his motto. 

As she walked sluggishly into the castle and to her room, she made her decision. She would do what was best for her kingdom and if that meant she got married and made an alliance - then so be it.

Doesn't mean she had to be happy about it though.

Sevika and her mother were staying in the most private and luxurious inn they could find in Texas. The heat was barely any better but considering the heat India usually suffered, the small temperature drop was refreshing. The ball was in 2 hours and Sevika still had servants working frantically on her look for the ball. She had hoped that maybe she'd be able to do something herself for once, but alas, her mother had brought them along to ensure she couldn't.

Although, she did have to appreciate that she was allowed to be dressed in pants rather than a dress. Her servants had dressed her in a red lehenga blouse that fit tight around her muscular arms, with gold designs and details adorning the entirety of it, along with a matching dupatta. Her pants were snug around her hips and slightly loose at the bottom with matching gold details around the ends. She wore black dress shoes that were mostly covered by her pants and almost pounds of gold jewelry on her arms, neck and face. Her Silky black hair was in a thick, slightly messy braid that reached just below her collarbone when pulled to the front. 

She stood in front in the full length mirror the inn provided and almost didn't recognize herself. She usually dresses pretty traditionally but the jewelry and gold was not something she was typically drenched with like she is today. I look like a princess - she thought

She couldn't tell if she liked it or not.

It was 5 pm by the time Sevika and her mother made it to the ball in their sleek carriage. The castle hosting the royal families was extravagant, to say the least. The palace was high atop a hill surrounded by multi-colored buttercups and bluebonnets. The path up the hill smelt like breezing through a garden of fresh flowers. Sunlight shines on Sevika’s skin as she breathes in the spring air. Her mind hasn't been this silent since before her fathers passing. 

They approach the castle doors along with many other attendees, all in their respective cultural attire. She prepares herself for a night of fake, strained smiles and takes one last breath before walking into the castle.

[usermaddiehans]

not like this

featuring : evan ' buck ' buckley / edmundo ' eddie ' diaz ( buddie ) , henrietta ' hen ' wilson , howard ' chimney ' han , maddie buckley han , ravi panikkar , robert ' bobby ' nash , athena grant - nash rating : t word count : 2,229

premise : buddie , locked in a bedroom , while all their friends chant for them to kiss. it does not go over as easily as one may expect.

content warning(s) : excessive drinking

author's note : saw someone ( shoutout @offscreeneddie x ) begging for a buddie parallel to the one scene of nick and jess from new girl where people are chanting for them to kiss and nick is like " not like this ! " ( it's s 2 ep 15 " cooler " ) anyways it's been in my head ever since hope this works out put this in whatever timeline

what started out as post - shift drinks has somehow unraveled into some sort of party at the diaz house. thank god chris is staying the night with a friend , because the 118 squad had made a mess of the place at this ungodly hour. every liquor bottle has been emptied , every beer drank. the only ones sober are bobby and athena ; the former making sure his squad didn't get into much trouble , the latter likely curious for the free entertainment. even maddie showed up at some point , probably because chimney told her she was missing all the fun.

they started playing some game , eddie doesn't know how it began , but he's suddenly being pushed into the bedroom. chimney is using all of his might shoving him into the room ; maddie behind him , forcing her brother in next. buck seemed to fight it less , but that could be chalked up to not wanting to hurt his sister. before the best friends can protest any further , the door slammed shut behind them. gigging outside followed.

eddie blinks. he looks to buck , who is sitting on the edge of his bed now. he moves to the door , trying the handle to find it won't open. it won't budge. clearly , their friends were prepared enough to lock them in somehow. he bangs on the door , though it doesn't do him much.

" how long you think they are gonna keep us in here ? " eddie asks , putting his back to the door.

" oh , just until ... " buck's words are cut off by chanting.

kiss ! kiss ! kiss ! ah , yes , that's why they were shoved together. they lost whatever the bet was , and somehow the price they needed to pay was to kiss. it was probably the alcohol talking , but eddie swore he even heard bobby chanting along. he of all people shouldn't be trying to get his crew to kiss each other , but the 118 never was good with strict protocol , after all ...

eddie bangs his head on the door. buck flops on his back onto the bed. the chanting continues. eddie wonders if their friends will grow bored eventually.

" if we kiss , they'll let us out , " buck muses , his eyes locked on the ceiling. " i'm sure hen would've kissed chim to get it over with , and they both have wives ... " meanwhile , chimney's wife was one of the loudest voices outside the door. eddie wondered if she'd be this loud if it was anyone else. maddie did love to torment her brother , all in good fun or so she claimed.

" can we not and say we did ? " eddie asks.

" they'll know. " he doesn't know how , but buck's right , eliciting a groan.

eddie pushes off the door and plops next to his friend on the bed. for a moment , they both lay there , staring at the ceiling as they ignore their friends. eventually , they exchange glances , chucking to one another. this is ridiculous , they know. still , they can't help but smile.

after a couple of minutes , the chanting has dulled. hushed conversations take its place. if they listen closely , they can hear hen explaining the situation to a confused ravi ; the young firefighter confused what the big deal is. he was merely along for the ride , roped into their shenanigans time and time again somehow.

eddie knows better than to check the door again. their friends were stubborn and unlikely to give up anytime soon. thus , he laid there for just a little longer , contemplating their situation. what if they just fell asleep , right here right now , in his bed ? it was big enough for two , after all ; even two men their size. he didn't think it'd be awkward , he realizes. he'd slept in much worse conditions , after all ; what was sharing a bed with his best friend ?

they'd still be locked in here in the morning ; their friends abandoning them barracked in the bedroom if they left. buck and eddie were firefighters , they could easily break down the door if they tried. however , eddie didn't want to replace the door or its frame again ...

he threw an arm over his eyes , a groan escaping. " why all this ?? "

" i don't know. " he hears buck silently laugh. " maybe they think you haven't been kissed in a while ? "

eddie felt a shift next to him. he uncovered his eyes and looked next to him ; seeing buck now propping himself on his side , looking back at him. he couldn't help mirroring the position. it was just so casual , a little goofy.

" even if that were true ... " it was. they both knew. eddie wasn't trying to date. he was too tired of feeling like he was performing , only for it to end in disaster time and time again. it wasn't worth the trouble. " why you ? "

buck's shoulders bounced with a nonchalant shrug. " i'm the best kisser. obviously. " they both laughed. " plus maybe no one else can handle so - called eight pack. "

eddie rolled his eyes at the apparent nickname. he thought it started as some one - off joke ; at least it never actually caught on. " be quiet. "

" what ? " he could hear buck trying to hold back a laugh. " i've seen your abs ! i'm not intimidated by them ! " eddie wanted to push him off the bed in that moment. still , his friend continued on. " you'd be hotter , if you were just a bit less broody. "

eddie rolled his eyes. " oh , yeah ? " a tinge of disbelief coated his tone.

" yeah ! " buck answered , perhaps a bit too excitedly. " like so much hotter. and a cute kid on top of that ? girls would be lining out the door , for sure. "

" if i was less broody ? "

" oh , yeah. "

something about buck's smirk made eddie's heart skip a beat. he blinked. wait , why ? he'd been called hot before , attractive. it was an acknowledgeable truth , perhaps , but coming from buck ? all of a sudden , something stirred in his chest.

he sat up abruptly , earning a confused look from his friend. " what are we supposed to do ? " there was a sort of panic in his question.

" kiss , " buck answered simply , sitting up. now they sat on the edge of the mattress together , side - by - side , their shoulders now touching.

eddie made no effort to move , not even an inch. he became overly away of the point of contact , but he refused to acknowledged it. instead , he stared at the door. he wasn't sure how much time had passed. would they really have to kiss to get out of here ? would that be so bad ?

he looked at buck , who seemed to innocently look back ; yet why was eddie's heart suddenly beating faster and faster ? eddie's gaze flickered between buck's lips then his eyes for a brief moment. he caught himself quick enough to look away before forcing himself to stand.

eddie tried the door again , already knowing it wouldn't open. he used a little more force than before. jiggling the door clearly made enough noise to draw attention from their friends outside.

" did you guys kiss yet ? " maddie called out.

eddie tried the door again , which was correctly interpreted as a ' no. ' he was beginning to consider if a new door would be so bad ; then the chanting picked up again. kiss ! kiss ! kiss !

" fuck ! " he shouted under his breath. even if he wanted to , he couldn't knock down the door. there were too many people on the other side to safely do so. his hand rubbed at his forehead as he thought of what to do next.

" eddie. " his name sounding like an impatient plea behind him , following the sound of bedsprings. next , a sturdy hand on his shoulder forced him to turn around. " let's just get this over with. just kiss me. "

" no ! " the word coming out harsher than he expected. " i'm not gonna kiss you. " eddie's tone clearly distressed. he couldn't kiss his best friend. he just couldn't.

" kiss me ! "

" buck , stop. " a plea of his own. his scanning every feature on the other's face.

the other shook his head , practically rolling his eyes. " god ! diaz , just kiss me already !! "

" no , " it came out almost pained. " not like this ! " eddie stunned even himself with his own words. he blinked , head shaking slightly , but never breaking eye contact.

buck looked back at him , confusion clear. " what's that supposed to be ? "

" nothing. i just , " eddie was suddenly struggling with words more and more. his lips parted , only air escaping. " i didn't mean it like that. " his eyes shut , trying to collect his thoughts somehow. why was this so hard ? " we can't , like that , because ... " his eyes opened , blinking quickly. " that's not ... do you know , like ... "

he gave up , finally averting his gaze. he ran a hand through his hair , loosening strands in the process. outside the door , the chanting continued. eddie's eyes searched the space for any way out. he froze , an idea. he held up a hand , as if stopping buck from saying anything , as he walked away.

he approached the window , throwing the curtains aside. he slammed the window open with ease. how this didn't occur to him earlier , he wasn't sure. maybe he didn't feel the need to actually escape until this exact moment. he thanks god he lived in a single - story house as he climbed out.

he hit the ground with a soft thud. he didn't even dare look inside to see what buck's reaction might have been. instead , he made his way to the front of the house and let himself in the front door. ( because , of course , no one in their drunk stupor managed to like this door. ) he was greeted by the chanting once more , louder without the door as a sound barrier.

" we're done ! " he called out as he marched past his friends that lingered in the living room , making his way toward the bedroom. he found it was a chair propped against the handle that kept them locked in ; he wasn't surprised. he quickly dislodged it and swung the door open ; revealing a still very confused buck in the same spot eddie left him mere moments prior.

he directed his attention to bobby and athena. " i'm sure you two can get everyone home in one piece. "

bobby and athena nodded , accepting their role. neither looked all that guilty. the captain likely joined the chanting out of boredom than anything else.

hen and maddie looked unimpressed , borderline upset the plan didn't work. they were likely the masterminds behind much of the plan , if eddie had to guess.

ravi and chimney looked the most embarrassed ; both just going along with the plan. ravi likely didn't even know what he was getting into tonight. he never did with the 118 , on - or off - duty.

eddie motioned for everyone to get their stuff , and slowly but surely everyone gathered themselves. they filed out the door after a few minutes ; buck always the one lingering behind. eddie debated on offering him the couch , like he always did.

" good night , eddie , " buck offered him a weak smile.

everyone else was outside , out of sight. eddie stopped buck as he turned to walk away , suddenly pulling him close. without another thought , he was kissing his best friend.

to his surprise , buck was kissing him back ; and for a while , they were a mess of mouths , of arms twisted together. time stood still as they seemed to find their place in one another. it was like something naturally falling into place , like there was no question in the action , no hesitation.

locked in together , forced together , the idea felt so wrong. eddie couldn't breath. it was like the concept of kissing his best friend never crossed his mind before then ; but when it did , suddenly it felt too important a thing to waste. they shouldn't kiss because they were being told to. no , he suddenly wanted to. it was craving something he'd never tasted before , never allowed himself to.

he was tired of performing , and he refused to let this moment turn into a performance for their friends , their loved ones. he needed to let himself be raw , open , vulnerable ; in a way that only made sense with buck. thus , in the silence of the now empty house , he had to take the opportunity before it slipped away ; before he could think better of it.

as they parted to finally catch their breath , their foreheads remained together ; eddie's hands lingering on buck's waist , like they belonged there. their eyes found each other with ease. both in a state somewhere between surprise and acceptance.

eddie stole one last tender kiss from the other's lips before introducing distance once more. he just barely kept buck within reach as he finally admitted. " i meant something like that. "

his gaze averted , he made himself let go. he gave a curt nod , pulling himself a way. he knew better than to ask for anything more , end it there. maybe things would change ; for better or worse , eddie didn't know.

he gave buck a half smile , a final goodbye for the night , before he turned his back. he hid glassy eyes as he disappeared down the hall. tomorrow was certainly going to be a new day , and he'd face it when it came.

as he closed the bedroom door , eddie heard the front door open once again ; followed shortly by maddie's voice. " buck , are you coming ? or are you staying here ? "

" ... i'm coming. "

[followfire]

Beware random ramblings because my mind is agitated:

Finally watched Genshin 5.6 teaser and I'm both so hyped to go back to Mondstadt and have all the lore drop and the storyline just seems so so so fun, but also... extremely worried about how things are going to unfold and how frustrating it could be... And I know I'm definitely not the only one to think that but yeah...

Let's just say that I was ecstatic to see Jean so big on the poster...and then I saw Kaeya and... This is going to be about Kaeya isn't it? Again? I mean this is obviously going to be about Albedo and that makes sense, there's so much lore around him waiting to be explored but... Kaeya and Diluc are going to have an action scene together on the bridge* and Kaeya is going to be Albedo's lawyer and Kaeya is also lore relevant because Khaenri'ah... and Jean is going to be a judge. Which is extremely cool- I mean she's going to be like the supreme authority in this matter or something but... it also means she's probably going to have to be neutral for a long time so maybe not participate as much as others... like... i don't know... kaeya for example...

*(do we need to mention that this is going to be Diluc's second action cutscene on that bridge...? yes i think it's relevant to mention that this is going to be diluc's second action cutscene on that bridge while other fighter characters (*cough cough* jean *cough cough*) don't even have one)

Anyway this all ties into something that's been bugging me about the way Hoyo and also the fandom very often portrays Mondstadt... In which they pretend to give a lot of credit to Jean just to undermine it later on...

Jean is the very first nation leader we meet in the game, even if we quickly learn that she's actually the Acting Grand Master and that there is another Grand Master somewhere. She does the job and does it well, even with a lot of Knights away, everyone respects her, it's great. But then we're introduced to Diluc "uncrowned king of Mondstadt" Ragnvindr and Kaeya "does the secret dirty work behind the scenes" Alberich and I have the feeling that a lot of fans see Jean as just the good face of Mondstadt while the boys are actually the efficient problem solvers, because Jean is a goodie two shoes and the guys are bad boys so they have charisma on their side... :c oh and also they're boys so they have charisma on their side :) (<-angry smile)

So yes, regarding upcoming events, Jean is going to be present and is going to be a judge and it's going to be so so cool. But if Kaeya is shown doing all the work to uncover the truth while Jean just sits and watches and judges... that kind of ruins the thing for her character :/

Also, I'm very hyped about Varka being closer and closer to us, but also I have a feeling he's not going to be the "50+ years old and it showes" buff guy with lots of battle scars that are not fashionable that I want him to be and I'm already frustrated about that... I'm not ready for the disappointment... D':

I'm already planning to tag my fics with "non canon compliant Varka" ; "Varka is old" ; "Varka is buff"... We've had way too much time to headcanon Varka and I don't want to have to let my buff old Varka go... :<

Not really relevant but also I'm so far behind storywise that I just know I will get spoiled about a lot of things before I get there myself, or will not be able to enjoy it the proper way, which is no one's fault but mine obviously, but adds to my overall fear and frustration regarding the return to Mondstadt storyline Y^Y

That being said... I am a big fan of trial storylines so I can't wait!!

(Also for fic reasons, I had a lot of questions about Mondstadt's justice system and who takes care of it, even if it was for a very different kind of trial scenario, so this will surely feed my thoughts! c: )

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seventeen as love songs - hhu vers.

-> pairing : seventeen hhu x fem!reader

-> words count : 2.3k words

-> genre : fluff, hurt/comfort

-> warnings : none

-> sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated !

-> author's note : it's been such a long time since i last updated this serie but i'm getting back to it ! hope you'll like it !

-> masterlist | svt masterlist | 1k event masterlist

hhu vers. | vu vers. | pu vers.

CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

-> Babydoll by Ari Abdul

"darling, i’m falling, fucked up over you."

→ When Seungcheol loved, he loved passionately, with no in betweens, no doubts, no guessing game. His first love was music, then his second was dance, his third was being on stage, and his fourth was you. It didn’t strike him immediately, because he was busy, and love - true love - wasn’t what he thought he needed in his life at that time. But the more time he spent with you, the more he found himself unable to pull away from your magnetic attraction. He was like a butterfly inevitably drawn to a blinding light. 

“- Man, you should really tell her.”

But Seungcheol stayed deaf to Mingyu’s advice. He knew he loved you, he knew it from the bottom of his heart and soul, but he wasn’t sure he had enough space in his life for you, and he firmly believed that you were better off without him. He tried to convince himself that he was okay with simply staring at you from afar. What a lie. 

“- Why are you looking at me like that ?”

Your smile was bright, and it made Seungcheol’s heart beat faster. He knew he should stay away from you, but it was hard to not fall deeper for you every time you laughed, every time you talked, everytime you looked at him. 

“- Nothing. You’re just really pretty.”

The blush on your cheeks as you shook your head and refused his compliments threw all his efforts to keep his feelings under control out of the window. And before he could think about it, he was blurting out the words he held in for so long.

“- I think I’m in love with you.”

"call me babydoll, come break down these walls, don’t leave me alone."

→ From that moment on, Seungcheol was attached by the hips to you. He couldn’t spend a day without talking about you, mentioning you, texting you. And sometimes, he cursed himself for the way he thought he wouldn't be able to handle this relationship when you were the best thing to ever happen to him. 

“- What are you going to do tomorrow, baby ?”

You didn’t even lift your head from where it was resting on his chest, simply nuzzling closer to him to seek more of his warmth. This was maybe your favourite thing about sleeping with Seungcheol - he was always warm when you were always cold. 

“- I have an appointment at the nail salon, and then I think I’m just gonna relax at home. It’s been so long since I had a day off.”

Seungcheol hummed as he slowly caressed your hair. These moments before you both went to sleep were his favourites, when you talked about both your days in a murmur, basking in each other's presence and just feeling the love in the most intimate way. 

“- I’ll leave you my card before going to work then, you need to spoil yourself a little more often. 

- You know you don’t have to pay for everything I want, Cheol.”

He looked down at you with a soft smile that definitely made your heart beat a whole lot faster. And he kissed your forehead tenderly, like he always did when he wanted you to stop arguing and just let him take care of you for once. You always did so much for him, and sometimes, he felt like he couldn’t give you as much. So paying for you felt like a solution to remind you that he was there, that he loved you, that he would never leave.

“- I know. But I want to. You deserve to have whatever you want. I do it because I love you, so let me.”

And you always let him, because it felt good to be taken care of sometimes. 

JEON WONWOO

-> Lover by Taylor Swift  

"have i known you 20 seconds or 20 years ?"

→ Being open about his feelings and easily interacting with people had never been Wonwoo’s strength. It wasn’t easy for him to talk with people he didn’t know, to be a social butterfly like some of his friends. He felt awkward when he did so, like it wasn’t his place. But sometimes, such conversations were unavoidable, especially when he ran into someone and spilled their coffee to the floor first thing in the morning. 

“- I’m so sorry, I didn’t look where I was going and I didn’t see you.

- No, no, I should’ve been more careful too ! Are you okay ? Did it burn you ?”

As you both raised your eyes from the floor where your coffee was splattered, and your gazes met, it was like time stopped. Wonwoo couldn’t help but think that this was a typical cliché, a ridiculous one at that, but he also couldn’t help the way his heart started to beat faster as he discovered your pretty face, and pretty eyes, and pretty hair, and pretty smile. He was smitten from the first minute and he had to mentally slap himself to remember that you had asked him a question.

“- Oh ! No, it didn’t hurt me, I’m okay. Are you ?”

You nodded with a delay, starstruck by how handsome the man in front of you was, trying to regain your ability to talk without embarrassing yourself even more. 

“- I am…

- Do you… Do you have enough time for another coffee ? To apologize.”

Of course, you said yes, even if that made you late for work, because Wonwoo made it all worth it. And it was like you had known each other forever, as if you were meant to meet right at this moment, and soon enough, your abandoned coffee on the ground was long forgotten.

"can i go where you go ? can we always be this close forever and ever ?"

→ It didn’t take long for Wonwoo to make things official with you. Maybe some people would say that it was too soon, too quick. But for you and him, it was perfect, and it was all that matters. Others opinions and critics weren’t what mattered, Wonwoo couldn’t even hear them when he was on his little cloud of happiness with you. 

“- Are you free tonight ? We wanted to do a game night.

- No, sorry, I’m with Y/N.”

These were now his typical conversations with the other members. He loved them, they were his family, but now, you had become his home, the one he wanted to go back to every day, the one he longed to be back to every night. 

“- I’m here, darling.”

As soon as Wonwoo closed the door of your shared apartment behind him, you were in front of him with a smile, standing on your tippy toes to be able to kiss his lips tenderly. 

“- Welcome home Nonu.”

This simple greeting was enough to make his heart melt away, and he engulfed you in a hug without thinking. You giggled against his chest as you wrapped your arms around his waist, not questioning his sudden urge to have you close, and rather basking in it instead.

“- Yeah, I’m home.”

KIM MINGYU

-> Televised by Hunny

"oh, she’s so bright, i can’t believe my eyes."

→ Mingyu was a joyful person. He liked to laugh, to love, to live. He was doing everything to a 100%. And love was not a game to him - it was serious, it was important. Because Mingyu loved unconditionally, but he was careful to whom he gave this privilege. But the first time he saw you, it was like every logical thought had been thrown out of his mind immediately. There was something in you, in what you showed off to the world that shined like a star and that he was unable to resist.

“- I thought you would have talked to me already by now.”

The honey-like tone of your voice straddled him, and he turned around to be able to look at you. You had that smile you had been wearing all night long, and your eyes were glimmering with something that made Mingyu’s heart skip a bit.

“- I… Was I that obvious ?”

And now, the sound of your laughter echoed in the bar, overpowering the loud music and the chatting. It was like he had tunnel vision for you.

“- A little bit, but I don’t really mind it.”

Mingyu smiled at you, not knowing if the warmth spreading through his body came from the alcohol he had drank or from the way you were looking at him. Either way, he liked it.

“- Wanna dance ?”

He didn’t hesitate to take your extended hand, and he let you drag him with you. He let you do everything you wanted because he would have followed you to the end of the world.

"i’m in paradise, show me heartbreak a thousand times, i don’t care to be or be caught without sweet misery by my side."

→ Hiding your relationship from his band members wasn’t easy, but you wanted to respect Mingyu’s wish. He knew he would get teased, he knew he would never hear the end of it, and mostly, he was scared. Scared that you wouldn’t get along with his second family, scared that to make things too real. 

“- Can I come over after work ?”

Mingyu stayed silent for a few seconds, and you understood immediately, a sigh escaping you without realizing it. 

“- Your friends are there, right ?

- Yes, I’m sorry baby.

- It’s okay…”

But was it really ? You knew Mingyu wasn’t ashamed of you, he had no problem taking you out on dates, or being seen with you, except by his friends. And you understood, you really did, but you couldn’t help but feel a little left out. Hidden like a dirty secret. You thought Mingyu had hung up, the silence so loud you could practically hear it, but then his voice rang through the speakers of your phone again. 

“- Guys, my girlfriend will come over after work later.”

You could hear the screams and diverse questions about you on the other line, but it was only background noise compared to his “I love you”, to the promise he just made to you. 

CHWE HANSOL

-> Movement by Hozier

"when you move, i can never define all that you are to me, so move me baby."

→ Everyone felt like your relationship with Hansol was a bit strange : he was leaning more on staying home, staying behind in social situations and he was a rather calm guy, whereas you were… Well, yourself. You were energetic, always needed to do something and you loved to go out. But strangely enough, it worked out. And it worked out very well. 

“- You’re going out tonight, Y/N ?”

You looked back at Mingyu, sprawled out on your couch beside your boyfriend, the both of them trying to win their Mario Kart race. 

“- Yeah, we’re celebrating Mina’s promotion.”

You didn’t think much of his commentary, just kissing your boyfriend, greeting his friend, grabbing your purse and heading out. But Han sol could sense that Mingyu had something to say. 

“- What is it ? 

- I… Don’t you want to go out with her ?

- No, I prefer to stay home. 

- But Y/N goes out a lot, right ? Isn’t it annoying ?”

Hansol didn’t even pause the game, still focused on the race, as he shrugged and easily won against a very unfocused Mingyu. 

“- No, it isn’t. I know she always comes back to me anyway. And I do go out with her sometimes, she makes it fun.”

It seemed strange to Mingyu, but to Hansol, it was the perfect way to live, especially when he woke up in the middle of the night to you, still dressed and with your makeup on, cuddled up to him and softly snoring. 

"so move me baby, like you’ve nothing left to lose and nothing to prove."

→ You had never been one to want the spotlight all the time or to love to brag about your achievements. But you were proud of yourself for what you had done and how hard you worked for it, and you were happy with where you were right now. 

“- And so Y/N, what do you do ?”

The question came with some kind of judgement in the eyes of the woman in front of you. Even if you loved going out, you were not too fond of these company events. But Hansol wanted you to tag along, wanted to show you off, and seeing his smile when you got dressed all classy was definitely all worth it. Though, you would have preferred to skip this part.

“- I’m a biologist actually, I’m working on some research on auto-immune diseases.

- That’s impressive. You’re not at all in the industry, thus ?

- No ! Me and Hansol met in quite a strange way actually.”

You were about to reckon to her how you and your boyfriend met despite her evident distaste for you when you felt the arm of the said boyfriend wrap around your waist and a kiss being placed against your temple. 

“- Hello Hina, I see you’ve met my girlfriend.”

The way he insisted on the last word almost made you laugh, but mostly, you let yourself melt in his hold because you knew you could always count on him to have your back. Always. 

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Error 410 Author's Note (Updated!)

Hi! So, as I said before this is the author's note for the Error 410 fanfic. There are a lot of things that will be included in this note. But I will divide it into sections so it's easier for everyone (including myself)

This is very important in terms of the story, please read it. And this is the full thing. I have added the things which were left to include.

You can scroll down and read whichever part you are most interested in or read all of it, it depends on what you prefer.

Writing in Error 410

The Error 410 was written as a self- indulgent fanfic. I didn't expect anyone other than @ittybittyfanblog to read this story so all this support is appreciated. I feel like you all will get tired of hearing it but I'm so thankful to everyone who reads my stories. And I love you all. It really does make my day knowing that people like my work.

I started this series on 11th of April and it ended on 1st of May. If I hadn't taken that week long break, I feel like it would've ended earlier. And there are so many people who like my posts and read this story. It's unbelievable so thank you again.

I'd say my style of writing is mostly spontaneous, I do plan things but in the end what I will write, add or remove from the story is just based on what is going through my mind at that moment.

There were a lot of things that I wanted to flesh out and add which I couldn't exactly because of the reason I just stated and I will try to do better on this aspect.

But I'll probably try and flesh it out more in spin off series.

Non MC Reader

I never did give much thought to the Non Mc Reader because it was a self indulgent fic, she is very much based on me and my personal experiences.

I've had crushes and obsessions over fictional characters but at the end of the day, I could never fully find comfort in those fictional characters because a part of mind was always telling me that it wasn't real and the comfort I want is never gonna be given to me. That's why I always wanted to keep this feeling of detachment between them slowly turning into affection though I'm not sure if I was properly able to portray it.

Non MC Reader's looks

I do have a certain image of her in my mind which is the Non Mc Reader being underweight.

Of course it doesn't matter. You can imagine her looking any way you want when you read the story.

I have seen a lot of fanarts with MC and official arts. They are always so perfectly skinny. Chubby MC fanarts are rare and very adorable, I love them. But there is absolutely no representation for being underweight.

It is something I want to see represented more.

Non MC Reader's Backstory

Non MC Reader's Backstory isn't something I have thought about but I can give you a few things I kept in mind while writing her.

Non MC Reader doesn't really have a great relationship with her parents. She loves them and they love her and care for her but things still aren't working out.

She comes from a background where sex is a very hushed topic and as a woman, having sexual urges would always be very looked down upon which is the reason for her disgust towards being hypersexual.

Hypersexuality

 Hypersexuality referred to as compulsive sexual behavior or sex addiction. It describes an intense focus on sexual fantasies, urges or behaviors that are difficult to control and cause distress.

It's a condition characterized by an excessive amount of time spent on sexual thoughts and activities, often to the point of neglecting other important areas of life. 

Why was it included?

I feel like there are going to be people who aren't exactly sure why the Non MC reader was written to be Hypersexual in the fanfic.

There are a few reasons for it :-

Basically lack of representation.

The sexualization of this behavior.

I have said this before but hypersexuality is a very hush topic even in safe spaces for victims. There is this ideology of a 'perfect victim' which is someone docile and terrified, is repulsed by sex and the idea of it but there are people who are on the other side of spectrum.

They aren't given any recognition or comfort because they don't fit in this idea of how victims should act. Because of it, they are often shunned out and made to feel disgusted with themselves.

Hypersexuality being the way for the brain to cope is also a way for a person to fall into the pattern of self-triggering which isn't healthy at all.

The sexualization of being Hypersexual pisses me off the most because no, it's not sexy. It's not hot and it's not something for you to fetishize about. It's something that ruins people's lives, makes them feel disgusted with themselves and their body.

It has and continues to be a problem for me every single second of everyday and it's annoying, really annoying.

How does it feel being Hypersexual?

The best way I can describe it is by thinking of it as an itch. An itch that doesn't go away, no matter how many times you scratch it. It's always there and you want to scratch it but you can't do it every single second of your day and if you keep doing it, the skin will eventually get red and it'll start to hurt.

It's there and you just want to keep indulging it. It's starts with just one and then you just keep doing it for hours and in the end, you just feel so dirty and disgusting and guilty.

The only thing that actually seems to have some sort of value is your body.

The feeling is good but when that feeling goes away- all you can feel is guilt, anger, exhaustion. I mean how much can you indulge in this when you have college or a job or whatever that includes being around other people?

And if you are not around other people and bored then the urge gets stronger.

One more thing that I have heard and experienced is the sort of fear of sexual relationships. I know it's very ironic to be hypersexual and being scared of having sex.

There is always this fear in your mind that you are nothing more than how attractive your body is or how "useful" you are, how attractive you are.

And this fear leads to thought like "what if they don't find you attractive?" or "what if sex is all they want from you and then they are going to leave," at the back of your mind , when you do really like someone romantically.

It's so hard to be sexually active with your partner because it is something you think about a lot and want to do but it's also something you are scared to do because of those thoughts.

Still this is just my personal experience, I'm sure it's different for others.

Caleb

The passage between The Love and Deepspace world and the reader's world.

The passage between these two worlds is something I have thought about and what I was able to come up with was that there are two one-way passages between their worlds. One to leave the world and one to enter. I call them Promethean Passages.

So, let's just say the promethean passage to leave the world of Love and Deep space is Passage (1) and the promethean passage to enter the world of Love and Deep space is Passage (2)

The passage (1) is very hard to find, it has a fixed location in the world of Love and Deep space while the passage (2) is easier to find in the world of Love and Deepspace compared to passage (1) the location they appear is often random, and it is unclear how long they stay in one spot.

You can't go back if you enter one of those passages or tunnels and if something goes wrong, you are stuck there until your body ceases to exist.

I had planned to include it but I wasn't able to so that's why I think it's better to say it here.

As for how and where those tunnels are usually located, it'll be explained more in the spin off.

Caleb's evol

There was a part of me that wanted to keep Caleb's evol in reader's world but there are certain changes that happen to the people's bodies or abilities traveling through those Promethean Passages. As for the reason why the happens, it's in the fun facts.

He doesn't have his evol in reader's world and Caleb had to get used it. Because something like controlling gravity tends to come in handy a lot and he had learn to not depend on that anymore during the time he was studying to become a pilot in reader's world.

Potential self awareness in the other characters in Caleb's universe?

It is a reasonable thing to think that the other characters might become self aware because of the information they received from Caleb but I believe it was sort of different in this specific scenario.

When Caleb went to talk to MC, let's see it from her perspective. You have a friend you grew up with and love.

For a while now, he has been acting strange and you are sure he isn't mentally stable and then he comes to your house after months of not talking and tells you that he has a girlfriend in another universe and wants your help to travel to where his girlfriend is.

MC was really concerned for his mental state at that point. She talked to Sylus about this and he was able to find one of the Promethean Passages through his connections but it wasn't the one that Caleb wanted.

So, to answer your question, I do think it was start for MC and Sylus to be self aware but because Caleb is a very integral part of that world, when he left- his universe basically collapsed since a very important piece was suddenly missing.

That information was the start of a very important and enlightening knowledge and I'm sure Sylus would've tried to study more about Promethean Passages, even try talk Caleb about his mysterious girlfriend.

But unfortunately for Sylus and MC in Caleb's world, they weren't given enough time to really understand everything to the point Caleb did.

Caleb's metal arm/ prosthetic arm

Before I talk about it, I did want to include a prosthetic arm for Caleb in this fanfic and there are a few reasons why I didn't.

First of all, I don't want to represent something in my work that I do not have full knowledge upon or haven't experienced myself. I believe that fake and wrong representation is more harmful than no representation and maybe it is controversial to have that opinion.

But if I'm going to include and represent something in my work, I want to know and understand it fully. I don't want to half ass it or include it just for the sake of inclusion.

I did research on prosthetic arms and the type of prosthetic that Caleb has is known as Shoulder Disarticulation Prosthesis

Shoulder Disarticulation Prosthesis is relatively rare, while upper limb amputations are not uncommon, amputations occurring at the shoulder, including shoulder disarticulation and forequarter amputation, are less frequent.

The prosthesis for Shoulder Disarticulation do exist but they are not as common or available as the prosthetics for other amputations. The only prosthesis that I found even remotely similar to Caleb's prosthetic is from Prosthetic Innovations, LLC

The thing I was most confused about was if Caleb should keep the metal arm he already has or get a new one when he travels to the reader's world.

The new prosthetic arm wouldn't obviously be as technically advanced as the one Caleb has and a shoulder disarticulation prosthesis can range from $60,000 to $70,000 or even higher and Caleb wouldn't have the means to afford it for years.

And if he were to travel to reader's world with his prosthetic arm then neither of them would have the means for any update or repair of his metal/prosthetic arm which would make things really hard.

So, I decided against it in the end. I hope you all can understand my reasons and I will learn more about prosthetics so that I can include proper representation in my work.

FUN FACTS

Promethean Passages is something I named after the characteristics of one of the titans; Prometheus.

I read his greek myth (I don't know why) and what I personally believe is that his myth basically tells us that to have a prize you always have to sacrifice something in return and I really wanted to include that in my story.

Error 410 also known as a 410 Gone error is an HTTP status code, it means that the requested resource is permanently unavailable on your server and it has been intentionally removed.

I wanted the title to fit the story and the theme, I hope I did a good enough job.

Along with the quotes at the beginnings of the chapters, they were written to symbolize the feelings or the theme of the specific chapter. If some of you like re-read my fanfic, I hope those quotes were something fun to read.

END

Okay, that's all the questions I have gotten about this fic and I'm writing a spin off along with a few other stories or drabbles. I hope you like those and again, thank you all for reading my work. I really appreciate it. Have a nice day!

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[ghoastixx]

Would these slashers make you take your meds? ageless and g/n reader

Includes: Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Bubba Sawyer, Nubbins Sawyer, Chop-Top Sawyer, Drayton Sawyer, Billy Lenz, Otis Driftwood, Baby Firefly, Billy Loomis & Stu Macher, Michael Myers (RZ), Carrie White, Hannibal Lecter & Will Graham, Brahams Heelshire, The lost boys

Content included: pills obviously though not specified, mentions of OD, urging to not take your meds (take your meds guys please), bad behavior, shame (kind of??)

Authors note: guys oml take your medicine don't listen to the murders. This is a work of fiction, your meds are here to help you. Trust me, I know it is a pain to take and or remember to take them, but they do help. Take them.

Inspired by me forgetting to take my medicine last night :(

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Bo Sinclair

yeah, Bo would make you take your meds

"I already have to deal with running this whole town, don't make me run your medicine schedule."

I don't think he'd care much, but he gets pissy if you don't tell him when you are in need of a refill soon and wait til last minute so he has to go into town THAT DAY, he gets so mad about it

"Don't even try that 'I forgot' shit again,"

He just needs someone else sane around here

overall 7/10 he keeps you straight but lets you regulate yourself

Vincent Sinclair

Yes, and gets serious about it

He knows exactly how many refills you have, how many are in your bottles, how many milligrams, all of it

Only because he cares though

He will let you deal with it yourself, but he always makes sure to check at least once a day to see if you did

Whether it's shaking your bottle like a bag of cat treats or passing you a little note, he knows that it is important that you stay on them.

10/10 really nice about it, just wants you safe

Lester Sinclair

"If we gotta pay for 'em, you're takin' 'em"

I think that sums it up pretty well

5/10, never checks but gets upset about it

Bubba Sawyer

Not sure if he entirely understands

He would eventually come to the connection that days you take them are better than days that you do not,

If you explain it to him, he will definitely make sure to check in.

He would urge you to take them, but that's about it, it's more so just a thing in your busy lives.

3/10, you could get away with not taking them

Nubbins Sawyer

Let me hold your hand as I say this, he thinks that if you don't take them, you will die.

He just kind of has the connection that medicine = sickness, no matter how many times you try to explain it to him

He gets so scared

please don't do that to him

He will watch you take them please just take them sweetie

"Are you going to die-"

10/10 please he's shaking

Chop-Top Sawyer

He understands and does not give a shit whether you take them or not

He gets his own prescriptions from the VA hospital and Drayton keeps them locked up and regulated because he's convinced Chop would overdose or snort them,

not that Drayton cares, he just has too much going on.

"Shit, you don't wanna take 'em? Give 'em to me, I'll take 'em for ya, now we're both happy."

Don't do that

Drayton will know

1/10 will eat them like tic tacs for you

Drayton Sawyer

"Don't take 'em, I don't believe in that woke shit anyways."

Once he sees your doing worse though? He's singing a different tune

"Come on sugar, I'm already dealing with enough loonatics"

he didn't mean it that way I swear

He gets paranoid that you're gonna give them to Chop so he locks them up with his and you both go to him each morning and bat your eyelashes as he unlocks the cabinet and counts them out for you like an old man

8/10 you can't go wrong with it

Billy Lenz

Hell no

Bro doesn't even take his own medicine are you kidding?

He actively avoids his medicine, left them all at the facility

If you want to take them though, he could care less, but he also sort of urges you not to

he's a dick like that

Lowkey wants to get experimental with it

"h-how would B-Billy's p-piggy react if I m-mixed them with the others piggys pills?" meanwhile he's like drooling and shaking

hit him

don't let him poison you like that babe

I feel like though that he'd be a dick and when shaking Claude's treat bag he'd shake your bottle like they were treats

again hit him with a frying pan, you deserve better treatment then this

-5/10 I would lose my mind

Otis Driftwood

He doesn't believe in medicine unless he has a hangover or HE'S the sick one

Kind of like Drayton he wouldn't care if you didn't wanna take them unless you start causing him problems,

he wouldn't be as nice about it though

"You want me to shove them down your throat? Huh? That what you want? Didn't think so."

Just save yourself the trouble and take them

1/10 I would cry I think

Baby Firefly

Unpopular opinion, she'd get you to take them

I feel like if you're cool enough that she's noticing you not taking your meds? She cares about you. She's not just gonna let you ruin yourself

that's her job

"Hey sweetheart, got you this spoon of peanut butter, totally not anything suspicious."

sometimes you have to do what you have to do

She would trick you into it

"Well you ain't any fun if you're just... having a bad day."

7/10 her heart is in the right place

Billy Loomis and Stu Macher

They both would be pretty adamant about it

Billy gets all worried that this could somehow lead to them getting caught

Stu cares more about how it's affecting you

I feel like if they found out you weren't taking them, they'd have a sit down talk with you about it

Billy would make a schedule, he seems like a schedule guy

Stu would probably work in bribes or do what I like to do and chant "SHOT SHOT SHOT" with your chaser

10/10 pretty simple not much to write home about

RZ Michael Myers

he doesn't care

after all the different meds he was pumped with? He doesn't want that for you

he doesn't understand that they could help you

he 'loses' them for you

0/10 the worst, take your meds guys they aren't bad

Carrie White

she gets worried, poor thing

"If they weren't meant to help you, the doctors would not have given them to you."

will hold your hand through it

she doesn't really understand why you struggle with it, but she is supportive about it nonetheless

"medicine is here to help us :)"

11/10 I love her

Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham

you're in troubleeeee

Will freaks tf out

He just knows how beneficial medicine can be and this is very irrational to him

Hannibal being a literal psychiatrist isn't very pleased with you

he finds ways to like cook them into food or hide them

??/10 I didn't know really what to do with this one

Brahms Heelshire

He doesn't really understand why you're so against taking them

Isn't medicine here to help us?

He gets upset cause how are you supposed to take care of him if you're having a bad day?

8/10 picks up on it so fast

The Lost Boys

Will make you a vampire so you don't have to take meds

[sanguinesky-if]

I absolutely love your writing style; it feels like every word and description is meticulously chosen. The ROs are portrayed so vividly and compellingly. This is one of those rare IFs where I genuinely want to create a unique MC tailored to each RO, because they all have such distinct personalities and don't feel like variations of one another. You know, there are some IFs where I only want to pursue a single RO, or perhaps none of the available options at all, even when the story heavily features romance. With yours, I genuinely don't know who to choose because I adore all seven of them! I truly hope that Sanguine Sky gets released in the near future and is embraced by a wide audience of players. Keep up the amazing work, my favorite author! Oh, and I just wanted to share – Morgan embodies so many traits I adore in fictional characters: mysterious, captivating, possessing a deep longing for the MC that they struggle to express, and having this ability to subtly control and manipulate situations. They're the kind of character who might keep their distance, yet you can still sense an underlying sharpness and danger about them. They keep their emotions tightly locked away from the outside world. As dark and closed-off as they may seem, they yearn to reach for the only light in their world – the MC. Thank you for creating Morgan. I hope that someday soon, Morgan will be mine completely – body and soul – within your world of Sanguine Sky. Lots of love 🥰🥰🥰

Thank you so much for your kind words! I know I say this often, but it truly means a lot to know that readers find all the ROs interesting and compelling in their own unique way!

I truly hope that Sanguine Sky gets released in the near future and is embraced by a wide audience of players.

I'm not sure about the near future specifically, as the story is quite large and complex, so it won't be ready for release soon [unless I decide to split the story into two books at Chapter 5, which isn't currently my plan].

It will take some time to bring it to its final form, especially since I'm neither a native English speaker nor fluent in it, which really slows down my writing process.

But I really appreciate the meaning behind your kind words, and I'll keep working hard to make this a reality!

I hope that someday soon, Morgan will be mine completely – body and soul – within your world of Sanguine Sky. Lots of love 🥰🥰🥰

Aww, that's so sweet! I'm really happy you feel so deeply about Morgan, and if that's what you wish, then I wish it for you too.

After all, my readers deserve the best, and no one can convince me otherwise 😤

Thank you so much for your incredibly kind message! ❤️

[paulinet]

For the sake of breaking a habit

Warnings: fluff, kisses, gn reader, ooc Medicine Pocket, Medicine Pocket - they/them.

Synopsis: Your lips are in a terrible state, and no amount of hygienic lipstick can save them. It's a habit that's hard to break without someone's help, right?

World count: ≈1700

From the author: Well, something uncomplicated before something complicated. I wanted something like this: soft, streamlined, and enticing.

When I have more of my story's, I'll compile them into a little masterlist.

English not my first language!

Enjoy reading!

We all know nervousness, right?

Nervous when you are working on a gigantic project, on which you spend all your energy and time. You get nervous when you present this project in front of dozens (if not hundreds) of people, explain every aspect of it, and then nervously rub the edges of the sheets in your hands and wait and wait and wait. Approval, a nod, a wave of the hand, anything to take away the aching pain under your ribs.

But you're not afraid of these people, no.

But you worry about your work as a part of yourself. Here, you have taken something from your soul, from the depths of your mind, and you put it all together in a presentation and present it to the big people. Funding for almost any project, you know, hurts you enough if it doesn't come from somewhere else.

The habit of biting your lips came quite suddenly that you didn't even realize your lips had turned into chewed mincemeat.

All of a sudden you found out that they started hurting. And when you looked in the mirror, you were stunned and wondered, when did it get so bad?

You put the stack of sheets aside, sit back in your chair, and finally let yourself relax. This day hadn't been too hard compared to the other days, when you'd been working hard to clear out the backlog of reports, but you were still exhausted.

It's after midnight and there's about three of you left here. You and two other subordinates finishing their work.

There was no need to stay so long, but man, you wanted to finish most of the stuff for tomorrow (because there will obviously be more tomorrow).

The muffled knock of the door opening into the half-empty lab didn't even make you turn around. Few interesting people would have come in this late, at most one of the other workers ran in to say "hey, idiots, it's past midnight, let's go to bed already!" Same questions for him, of course.

"Well, how long are you going to stay here?!"

Oh, right. There's a person of interest, and that person is welcome to drop by anytime.

"Sprawled out in the chair and now she's going to sleep here. Shouldn't you move the bed over here right away?" — you sigh when Medicine Pocket sit down next to you, only on the desk, disrupting your careful arrangement of papers. Ouch.

"I'm not going to sleep in here. But you're right, my strength is almost gone," — you hear the sound of sheets of paper shattering and frown. "You've ruined my meticulously organized stack of papers according to all canons of perfectionism."

"Oh, yeah? It was an accident."

"Sure you did."

You don't even turn your head away from the ceiling to pay attention to them. Not to say they don't like it, but it does make they worry.

"How many hours have you been sleeping these past few days?"

"I am a creature in no need of sleep."

"I don't think Lovecraft would praise you for parodying some of his creatures."

You laugh.

"I'm trying to get 6-8 hours of sleep..." — their face seems to lighten, but resentment catches up again in seconds. "... In 2 hours. It's not working yet, heh."

They're clearly not happy with your answer. And who would like to find out that their partner has suddenly decided to adopt their lifestyle and also sleep less than a giraffe or a horse, not even close to the numbers needed to maintain strength in the body?

"Like a child, for God's sake."

"What about you?"

"Well, you have to admit, I look a lot better after a few days without sleep than you do."

"You're such a romantic."

"But honest."

"Uh-huh."

The conversation is interrupted while their interest is piqued by your face, because over the past few days you've started to look like a person with a less than healthy lifestyle. Not a junkie, but on the right track. It's time to look for jokes on the subject and appropriate cosmetics.

Especially their eyes ran over the bags under your eyes. Goths would be jealous that you don't have to work hard on your makeup - they'll take you in, and praise you for being in character.

And their gaze stopped at your lips. And it lingered until you stared back at them in puzzlement.

Awkward pause.

"What, is there something on my face?"

"Your face looks more like a mask from the movie Scream right now. And what the hell happened to your lips?"

Oh. You have forgotten about them for the duration of your work, but they always remind you of them afterwards. On a brief inspection of you, people can't tell that your lips are suffering from a meat grater or a meat mallet. It's only when they catch your eye for a long time that you realize that things are just awful.

That's what nervousness brings people to.

"I don't know."

"How do you not know what you're doing? Are you using or something?"

"No, it's just a bad habit I picked up out of nowhere."

"You can't get rid of it? Or is it out of your hands?"

"I don't notice when I start doing it. It's fine in the morning, by the end of the day it's like kissing a grater."

"Nerves are fraying?"

"Along with the cuckoo, I suppose."

They don't say anything to that, which you can't tell by their facial expressions.

Annoyed. Again.

But instead of grumbling, silence follows. A brief hiccup before they climb off the table and hover over you in a chair. Their venomous eyes prickle you, and before you can make any sound, they take your chin and kiss you.

You don't even manage to squeak. As usual.

The feeling of fatigue was replaced by the anticipation and excitement of an unexpected kiss. And more than one. Your consciousness focused on every fleeting sensation, every tiny movement of your bodies.

Their lips are always wet. Wet and thin, like two strings, curved in irritation or sickness from something poisoning they've eaten. Cold, they leave a herd of goosebumps behind them if they kiss hotter parts of your bodies, and never warm up no matter how many times they kiss. Even after a hundred kisses before bed or in the morning. But that doesn't stop them from being persistent and not at all shy of outsiders you've already forgotten about.

They don't close their eyes most of the time, and today is one of them.

Staring point-blank, as if they were preparing to fire a gun at some animal and aiming without being distracted by extraneous sounds. In the light their eyes are like two Ilyich bulbs, and even in the darkness they will stand out with their sparkles. And they've never been embarrassed by it.

On the contrary, they like to place bets on which minute of the kiss you will avert your eyes. And it's very annoying and fun for you at the same time. It's like stepping on the same rake every time because you like it.

Their lips, although thin, are very assertive. They do not hesitate to take the initiative and apply more diverse actions. They have a different way of kissing every time, you can never guess what was intended for this time. They savor your already killed lips, push forward, don't give you a chance to get out of the situation and turn your head.

The fingers in white gloves encircle your chin and do not let you move, holding you firmly, but in their own gentle way, not forgetting to change the position of your fingers from time to time.

You hear your own heart pounding when all they has to do is run their tongue over your lips. Here's someone, but Medicine Pocket, after much practice, have gotten much deeper into kissing. And now they'll bet anything just to see the ripples of burning excitement on your face again.

They're so mean when they need something. So untouchable, but in need of that little act of appeasement. Screaming audacity in every action. You know you'll be in drool and hickeys (later) afterward, but you reach your hands behind their nape and use your fingers to part the strands of their hair.

They take it as a call and, most importantly, as a permission to take further steps.

And somehow, you know, it doesn't matter that somewhere out there the laboratory door opens and one of your coworker leaves (perhaps he couldn't stand the unexpected sexual pressure. You can understand him).

And you look away, unable to take the pressure anymore.

They love it. They love it to the point of shaking at their knees.

Like to tease you and pull you out of your frames, Medicine are happy to break them against their knee and toss them into the dark sea, to the bottom, where already lies a whole collection of what they have stepped over with indescribable pleasure. They bite your bottom lip with a mocking smile before you feel their other hand on your waist.

Under your lab coat.

And they slowly moves upward, their fingertips tweaking the fabric of the garment underneath. Carefully as they continue to run the other limb down your neck, squeezing it lightly. They're not sadistic, no, by any means, and it doesn't rob you of even a crumb of air, but the feel of long, slender fingers leaves you no choice but to succumb completely to their power. Which, by the way, they always have plenty of.

Hot breath scorches your face as they pull away - the air isn't infinite, after all - and leave a weightless kiss on your cheekbone with a sarcastic smirk and squinted eyes as if to scream "you just can't say you didn't like it."

They don't seem to be tired at all, and the air in their lungs never planned to be released, but you've been there before - once they didn't let you go for so long that you got dizzy. No, not from magical sensations, but from lack of oxygen. They've been trying to be careful ever since.

You breathe deeply, massaging the back of their neck with your fingers. They love that, especially when kissing. It makes them go crazy.

And they respond by weightlessly stroking your waist, sometimes squeezing it lightly.

But now they just slightly arch their head back before dropping their arms to the sides of your chair and moving closer again. Just a little more, and their knee will be between your legs for balance.

"I'd rather you didn't bite your lips anymore, but that's a buzz too," — they give out in one breath, still relaxed under your hands. "Your lips aren't lips, they're chewed up duct tape."

You take a deep breath. You try to keep a serious face, as if the job didn't end hours ago. Like it would have been possible to keep working if someone hadn't decided to show off and go on a "distract at all costs" mission. Who wants to be caught thinking, breath hitched just because of the person next to you who just kissed you with all the passion they're been saving up lately?

"Pff, what, so disgusting?"

"Mm-m, no, quite the opposite. 'Almost' as good as always," — they flick you on the nose, and curve up in a smile. "But you'd better not bite your lips again."

"Why would I?"

"If you want to kick the habit, you need to switch to something else, something safer."

"On you, or what?"

"You're guessing," — Medicine Pocket pull away with a noisy sigh. You cross your arms across your chest and pretend you don't want to continue. "You're going to get some kind of infection - and then what are you going to do? I'm not going to treat you."

"..."

You puff up your cheeks and don't say anything. Still in mixed feelings, it's hard to think as well as move. Your body still feels their touch at your waist. It's hard to let go.

It's hot, isn't it?

"You need to get better sleep. Otherwise you'll look like a pale grebe"

"Thanks."

"But honestly," — they shrug. They take you by the chin again and examine your swollen lips more closely. "I've got some ointment somewhere that's just right for this."

"...Can I have some?"

Not for nothing. Of course they won't give you anything for a simple thank you. Especially not to you.

And you can see their facial expressions become more condescending. You guess you're in luck.

"I will. On one condition."

Oh, right. Of course.

"And what's that?"

They poke their thumb at your lips.

"You stop biting them. And start control yourself."

Expected. But did they think it would be so easy?

"And what happens if I can't kick the habit? I don't control myself when I'm nervous."

They let you go, take a couple steps away, and spread their hands as if they're really upset about it too.

"Then don't expect me to kiss you again."

...

One second of silence.

And you burst out laughing.

"Ha-ha, can you contain yourself?"

"Let's just say it's a challenge for me, too."

Yeah, a challenge.

You roll your eyes tiredly. You know they're lying.

You know they'll break their promise tonight before they go to bed.

And yet you still listen. As if nervousness is nothing. It's just a little thing.

They're such idiots.

"Either..." — they lean closer and give you another slap on the nose. "...Remember this situation every time. What's better: biting and tearing your lips in cold, nervous, rotten loneliness or making out with a gorgeous person like me who loves and cares for you, you stupid lip-biting lover, huh?"

"...I'm gonna take that damn book of poetry away from you and throw it away, you've learned to talk too pretty."

They turn on their heels, starting to walk back towards the exit and make no response to the sarcastic comment.

"Think about it!"

And they hide behind the door.

You sighed, going back to cleaning up the mess on the table and floor. The papers were all scattered, and they hadn't even bothered to clean up after themselves. Well, nothing-nothing, you know how to retaliate terribly, he-he.

You stack the paper in an even, aesthetically correct stack and place it on the edge of your desk.

And then you meet the gaze of your remaining coworker.

...

Spark. Lightning... And the anticipation of a lump in your throat of shame.

Words cannot convey the shame and embarrassment on your part, and you just nod her and pretend that paper is the most interesting material on Earth. The best of the best. She walks by, pausing for a moment near the table, shrugging timidly.

"I'd agree to kick the habit if I were you."

And quickly retreats toward the exit. The lab is quiet and peaceful now, with only the occasional beeping of devices.

And suddenly you realize she's heard everything.

All the conversations, including...

...

You cover your burning face with your hands.

How much you love and hate that Doggo.

I already know I'm gonna need a couple days to rest. Well, you know, it's not like I'm an English-speaking person, and it takes me about... 3-5 hours? To edit this or that text and not to lose the meaning of each sentence (I just don't want to present everything in a horrible state I'm a perfectionist a bit).

That's why I post something once a week, you know, so I have enough energy to recover and +- enough energy to write something new. At least I try.

I will definitely post part 4 after «Love jinx» and part 2 «Bonus for waiting», it's just that right now they are in... A little bit in a stupor. I'm working on them, but I'm not really happy with what I'm getting. Plus I have more ideas lying around that I'd like to do, ahem, well, I'm working, just slowly...

Dividers by @petalpxl

Thanks for reading!

[nebrasska-alasska]

OKAY

HOLD UP BECAUSE

WHY ARE YOU SO GOOD AT EVERYTHING???? Seriously, your stories give me actual life and put the air in my lungs. And idk if this is weird of me to say but you actually like. Inspired me to finally start posting on ao3 even though I've been there for almost five years. Every time I tried to work up the courage, I couldn't and abandoned every idea I had but I've recently decided to just B I T E the bullet and start posting and now I'm working on my 5th fic!!

So, really, thank you so much for your gorgeous and inspiring writing. I've been following you (lock your doors) ever since around chapter 11(?) Of The Secrets In Our Quills and I will never EVER get over how you write these stupid little hedgehogs!!!! Please don't ever die

A quick question if you please. How do you write such lengthy and detailed chapters? I can really only manage shorter chapters and I feel like it doesn't give off the impression I'm wanting it to, but for the life of me I can't write long chapters without just writing the whole story in one go and then it's ruined :(

SORRY IF YOUVE ALREADY BEEN ASKED THIS I JUST NEEDED TO ASK MY FAVOURITE AUTHOR HOW THEY WRITE SUCH BEAUTIFUL AND GORGEOUS STUFF SJSHSGSAAHASJSH

First of all, THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! I'm so glad that you have been enjoying my stories, and have been inspired to start posting!!! Yay, that is so exciting, congrats!!!! :D 5 fics is crazy, keep up the awesome work!!!

And honestly, I LOVE hearing people share when they started reading 'The Secrets in our Quills!' Idk why it's just so fun to know when people joined in on the fic, but I can safely say that anyone who read it as it was actively updating is an OG XD (and tbh, props to anyone who was there before shit hit the fan in 15/16 HAHA)

As for my long chapters, dawg they're a CURSE I don't know why you would want to write long ones when I have so much admiration for people who can keep things brief and concise!!! My target length is usually 4-6k words, but as I'm sure you've noticed, more than half end up in the 8-10k range which I DO NOT WANT! XD

But anyways, to respond to that, I suppose I just let the chapter take me where it wants? Like I have my outline, but how long it takes to realistically achieve those things is completely unpredictable. Like for instance, the most recent chapter of 'Tethered at the Wrist' was barely 5k words, but the one before was greater than 10k. I basically don't overwrite to add things to make it longer, and I don't cut things to make it shorter. I just let it turn out how it turns out in order to maintain my pacing!

But yeah, thank you so much for the ask and for your kind words! Best of luck with your writing, and just let the story take you where it wants! There is so much value in every length and type of story, so I would just embrace what comes most natural to you!

[seeingteacupsindragons]

Did you ever manage to wrap your head around Stan's position in the military? Because I'm getting a lot of mixed signals aha. Also, just love all of your dr stone posts, they fuel me :)

Yeah, my head is settled on: The author has absolutely no fuckin' clue how the US military works and aggressively did not care. Which is fine, really, because it's a fairly minor point in the series and there's lots of other stuff to care about (although I would also like to lodge a complaint about how Senku is apparently the president of the science club as a freshie, but again, the timelines of stuff happening here wildly makes no sense and they really should not have even tried).

But as an American, oh my God.

If we cared about realism, he would be in the Marines based on his dress uniform and frankly also based on the weird variety of skills he has because the Marines do and always have occupied a very weird place in the US military in which they are expected to be kind of a jack of all trades and they tend to have much higher standards and much smaller forces than the other branches.

And if he's a special ops Marine, then he would be a Marine Raider in MARSOC, and if he's a commander of a MARSOC squad, he would have to be a Captain, which is a commissioned officer rank which pretty much universally requires a 4-year college degree. He could theoretically be a higher rank but at his age that's already pushing into nonsense and also unlikely for him to be boots on the ground anymore, and he clearly is.

According to the fanbook, he enlisted in the Air Force (???????????????? THEN WHY IS HE WEARING---DRESS UNIFORMS ARE NOT INTERCHANGEABLE????) at 18, was selected for the "special forces" at 19 (that is not how anything works holy shit, getting any of the special forces in any of the US branches is really rigorous and difficult and requires a lot of training) and promoted as the youngest commander in history (yeah for fucking sure) of a special ops team at 21.

This is just not how anything works. If he's a commissioned officer, he would still be in college. Also I think the author might think the US has just one generic special forces squad from all the branches, when in fact each has their own. The Navy SEALs are not the Marine Raiders are not the Army Green Berets are not the Air Commandos.

*yells into a void about this*

So anyway, if we want to align this to realism, he's a Captain of a Marine Raider team.

If we want to not do that, he's...a commander of special forces after being promoted out of the Air Force because...he was...good with a gun, I guess, and now he gets to wear the Marine uniform???

*rubs temples*

I like the first. Because at some point I am just going to have to ignore the fact that canon doesn't make any sense after acknowledging that's what it is.

It is possible that the author/artist just associated "Marines" with "US Special Forces" because until the last couple decades they were sort of treated that way, because of, again, the weird place they hold in the US Military generally, to the point where my grandfather insisted all Marines were special forces (he was a Marine, go figure).

But that hasn't been true for a while and the Marine Raiders were formed well before Stan could have ever joined the military.

Okay, I think that...probably answers your question? I can talk about this for a while because I spent a long time looking this stuff up. Like probably 20-40 hours. Because Stan is a pretty gay anime boy with an 8 pack whom I latched onto and thus this happened.

Also I want him to be a Marine Raider because the Marine motto is "Semper Fidelis" or "Always Faithful" and the Marine Special Ops motto specifically is "Spiritus Invictus" or "Unconquerable Spirit" and I suspect that wasn't on purpose for the reasons listed above, but goddamn does that fit him perfectly.

Also the Raider creed fits him super perfectly if you sub country in there for Xeno.

Anyway, feel free to ask more questions about Stuff.

[free-luigi-mangione]

Damn you’re delusional. The second a luigi supporter is accepting and is aware he committed the crime, you libtards are quick to say we’re licking boots and not real supporters. Luigi would hate you guys. Alright, I’ll see you in the future when he isn’t with us or when he gets convicted, sadly.

you anon i need you to both hold your horses and hold your vicious tongue. i'll spell this out for you since you have worse reading comprehension than the average person on the piss poor reading comprehension website.

even if Luigi himself says he did it, he deserves a fair trial. he deserves to be presumed innocent. because both of these are rights afforded to him by the constitution of his country. and because even if he did in fact do it, he hasn't said that and he has pleaded not guilty, the prosecution has to actually prove he is guilty beyond any reasonable doubt. and from what we know of the evidence there's plenty of reasonable doubt. moreover Luigi has nowhere not for a single second tried to kill himself. if he had indeed done it and he wanted to kill himself, he had to have had plenty of time before he got arrested – five whole days in fact. he has never shown himself to want to be a martyr or a symbol of a resistance movement that the people of his country can't even organize properly/very effectively. if he did want to make himself a symbol or a martyr like the way you want him to be, he could have simply given himself up to the authorities after the deed was done. he could have confessed everything to the cops, then or at the time of his arrest or anytime in between or even in the future. but that hasn't happened and that won't happen. Luigi and his legal team are fighting the charges and will continue fighting the charges until it ends with him being killed by the death penalty (extremely unlikely at NY), or rotting in prison because of LWOP, or getting acquitted due to a number of reasons. moreover he does not want to die and has clearly shown that he in fact wants to live, and it doesn't matter if he did it or not. he should be able to live. his right to life should not be taken away from him. it is the most fundamental of all human rights. death penalties are the most barbaric tools still kept alive in the modern society to enforce organised violence from the people in power. Luigi also deserves the right to live properly, not just survive somehow in LWOP. because like people like you think, he did it but you support him for it. so clearly you should also be wanting him to be free and to be able to live the life that he wants to live?? but of course not. y'all are dumb that way. also making Luigi a martyr or a symbol of a revolution that will probably never happen (at least not in a country like USA where there has never been a successful revolution in history because the majority population does not know how to organise at all) is absolutely useless. Luigi would lose his life for nothing. the dumbass population which would benefit from his alleged actions (and are already benefitting now) does not really care whether he lives or dies. and most importantly, like i said, he doesn't even want to die, he's never wanted to die. even in prison, he's written in a letter that the lorax is such a fundamental story that it “will be so critical to read to my kids”. the quoted part is me directly quoting that letter word by word by the way. so like how dare you want to take away his life all while saying you support him?? if you truly wanted to support him you'd understand that the letter of the law doesn't matter for his case even if he did it, only the spirit of the law matters and anybody on the jury should judge his case only by their hearts and not their heads. and since you seem to be the sort to think that the letter of the law is an absolutely fundamental aspect and nothing else can come out of it, you seem to be the libtard to me, the sort of person who'd say well he murdered a man and i can never justify it so he should die, an eye for an eye. let me tell you anon, an eye for an eye only works until everybody is blind. and everybody would soon become blind if an eye for an eye is actually followed everywhere in real life. also because you seem to be too dumb to understand a lot of things about how the law actually works, i'd request you to find out what is jury nullification and exactly how it works, you of all people need to learn that lesson because you seem to not at all understand the concept of laws without morals being useless.

[mantictiger]

I'm fascinated by Gwendolyn Bouchard for a multitude of reasons (love me a girlfailure) but what I'm the most curious about is why she's so hellbent on having Lena's position at the OIAR. It's been established that the Bouchards are a very well-off family (I can't remember if thats tmagp-specific lore or if that was mentioned in tma as well) so it's not like Gwen needs the job, especially a job that doesn't seem very glamorous. She seems incredibly dedicated to it though (her being so insistent with specific filing of cases in episode 1 I believe? is what piqued my interest) and is so insistent on climbing a corporate ladder that only seems to lead to Lena's position for no real reason. I get the OIAR is a part of the UK government and that could look good if she's trying to get higher-up positions, but the OIAR is certainly far from a respected or well-known organization (as far as I am aware) so I'm not really sure what her goal is here, and I really hope we find out