#This has never happened to me before 😭

[sarahsangelicdoll-recs]

finally finally read this 💞

“please know that i’m doing this because i love you, and i want you to have everything you’ve worked so hard for. i know you’ve dreamed about becoming the man of the house one day, and running and taking over the family business, and i just couldn’t live with myself if you didn’t get to have that because of me. your father has made it clear that i will never be part of your family, and for you, i know family means everything. writing this out right now is killing me. i’m sorry that i’m letting ward get what he wants, but i can’t be the reason why you’ll lose everything if i stay. i’ll be gone by the time you read this, so please don’t look for me.. i won’t be able to walk away from you again.”

stoppp y/n is so me in this situation. I hate Ward smm because i couldn’t imagine if i met someone i loved and then my dad had to ruin it over a title ‘pogue’

“ward stared at the check in disbelief. why the fuck didn’t you take it?”

because were not bought bitch 😒

““this is all my fault, isn’t it?” her chin was wobbling as she stepped between the two of them. rafe was quick to pull her into a hug, shushing her as she cried. “no, this was bound to happen. look, keep my number, okay? just because me and this sick son of a bitch aren’t talking anymore, doesn’t mean me and you aren’t. i’ll call you everyday, alright?””

NO WHEEZIE 😭😭 i swear i love Wheezies character sm, ugh fuck Ward for making Wheezie feel like it was her fault </3

I’m so happy they found each other again </3 they deserve to be happy, or we idk i forget that reader is supposed to be us while reading lowk 😭

(Also i said this before but this is my blog for obx, my original blog is @/ankoluvly. If you want you could tag @/sarahsangelicdoll instead, whatevers easier for you 💞)

₊˚⊹˚ 𐙚 WHEN YOU KNOW, YOU KNOW | FOUR

a pogue!sweetheart!reader series by rafesangelita ©

SUMMARY: making the hardest decision you’ve ever had to make in your life, rafe is heartbroken, driving himself to damn near insanity before he decides to do something he should’ve done months ago..

WARNINGS: heavy angst, rafe and ward argue (what else is new?), ward being a raging narcissist

LINKS: series masterlist | prev chapter | next chapter

WORD COUNT: 1.9k

one week. rafe hasn’t seen you, spoke to you, or heard your sweet voice for one whole week. seven, full length, twenty-four hour days.. and yes he’s keeping count. he got back to your place that evening, fully expecting you to be ready to grab dinner, but as soon as he drove up the gravel path, he felt the pit of his stomach drop. something was off. besides the fact that the light was off outside when you turned it on almost religiously at seven o’clock every single day, he also felt this weird sense of emptiness hit him in the chest. the air was too quiet, too still.

he was already calling your name before he went inside, his knees threatening to give out from under him when he rushed into your room and saw that most of your clothes were gone from the chest drawer by your bed. rafe continued to call for you while he nearly ransacked your camper, even going as far as checking the surrounding brush outside to make sure he wasn’t going crazy. after searching helplessly, he went back inside, his worst nightmare coming true when he saw a folded up paper on the kitchen table, along with a check that was torn in half, and the cell phone he bought you.

the first thing he did was pick up the check, his teeth gritting with anger when he saw ‘CAMERON DEVELOPMENT’ stamped in the corner. of course ward wouldn’t just give up on making him miserable. rafe felt his stomach turn when he saw the amount ward was willing to give away just to have you leave him alone. one hundred thousand dollars.. rafe couldn’t understand it. you didn’t take the money, but you still left? looking over at the other paper, he unfolded it with shaky hands, tears brimming his eyes when he saw your handwriting. this couldn’t be.

please know that i’m doing this because i love you, and i want you to have everything you’ve worked so hard for. i know you’ve dreamed about becoming the man of the house one day, and running and taking over the family business, and i just couldn’t live with myself if you didn’t get to have that because of me. your father has made it clear that i will never be part of your family, and for you, i know family means everything. writing this out right now is killing me. i’m sorry that i’m letting ward get what he wants, but i can’t be the reason why you’ll lose everything if i stay. i’ll be gone by the time you read this, so please don’t look for me.. i won’t be able to walk away from you again.

rafe sat there, rereading your letter as if to make sure it was real. he had so many questions but not enough headspace to think of the answers. despite what your letter said, rafe was back in his truck, flooring it to tanneyhill to cut himself off from cameron development. ward had another thing coming if he thought he could just dangle rafe’s livelihood over his head whenever he pleased. rafe felt like he wasn’t going to be able to relax until you were back in his arms again, his mind racing a million miles per minute just thinking about where you could be right now.

he wasn’t going to look for you until he had all of his shit sorted out, this whole thing with ward being at the top of his list. rafe was seething when he walked into ward’s study, his dad going over paperwork with his glasses low on his nose as if he didn’t just make the love of his life pack up and leave from her own camper. ward barely looked up when rafe slammed your note down on the hardwood of his desk. “read this, look what you did!” he shouted, feeling sick to his stomach as ward all but laughed at the piece of paper.

“this should be the least of your worries, rafe. she’s the one who showed her true colors today by leaving so easily. if i knew all it would take was some pocket change to get her to realize you two never stood a chance, i would’ve thrown that money at her a long time ago.” rafe couldn’t believe how mistaken ward was. the man who swore he knew everything, really knew nothing at all. “yeah? ‘you talking about this?” rafe pulled the torn check from his pocket, “she didn’t take the money, asshole. she left because you threatened to take everything away from me,” he was pacing back and forth now, his skin hot as he continued to yell, “you’re wrong about her and you know it!”

ward stared at the check in disbelief. why the fuck didn’t you take it?

there was a long pause of silence between the two of them, a knowing feeling falling over them both. “this doesn’t mean anything—” rafe was quick to cut him off; “no, you don’t think so?” he laughed, “she wasn’t looking for a handout then, and she isn’t looking for a handout now. this whole ‘all pogues are the same’ bullshit needs to stop. i’m gonna go look for her, and when i find her, there isn’t anything you can do about us being together, i guarantee that. cut me off, take me out of my co-ownership, i don’t want nothing to do with you.” ward shot up from his chair, rounding the side of his desk before fisting rafe’s shirt between his knuckles.

“what did you say?” rafe glared down at his father, seeing him for the man he truly was for the first time in his life. he stared in the eyes that were supposed to reflect his own, nothing but greed and hatred evident in those cerulean orbs. he’ll be damned if he let his father run his life and his own son see’s him with the same look one day. rafe decided right then and there that the vicious cycle of ego and pride would be ending with him. no more miserable generations, no more painful relationships. “i said cut me off. i don’t need your money, nor do i want it. everything you’ve ever threatened to take from me was never truly mine. everything except for y/n.”

pushing ward away with a shove to his chest, rafe was halfway out of ward’s study before his father shouted. “if you walk out that door, you could forget about ever coming back!” just then, wheezie walked in, her eyebrows knitted with worry. “this is all my fault, isn’t it?” her chin was wobbling as she stepped between the two of them. rafe was quick to pull her into a hug, shushing her as she cried. “no, this was bound to happen. look, keep my number, okay? just because me and this sick son of a bitch aren’t talking anymore, doesn’t mean me and you aren’t. i’ll call you everyday, alright?”

wheezie shook her head, clinging tighter to her older brother as ward went to pull her away. rafe made his way out of the room with tears rolling down his cheeks at the sound of wheezie yelling for him not to leave, his nostrils flaring with anger when he realized that ward was willing to let all of this happen, let others hurt all because he was too selfish to see a vision that wasn’t his own. walking away from him was ensuring that rafe would never be anything like him. rafe got in his truck and drove back to your camper where he would be staying at until he got you back.

not knowing where to start, or who to ask about your whereabouts, he spent the next seven days driving all over kildare island. he went to the icecream parlor where you worked and asked your boss if he had heard anything from you, or seen you at all, but he was just as concerned when rafe told him he was looking for you. he went to the country club and asked the bartender if he had seen you go in there recently trying to sell cookies or something, but to no avail, no one had any idea. it was like you disappeared into thin air. just as he was going to break down on the last day, he found himself in the port where the ferry ran their twenty-four hour service.

then.. it clicked.

you had to have left kildare altogether, the island simply wasn’t large enough to keep you two from seeing each other again. it’s the only thing that made sense. without a second thought, rafe parked on the ferry and waited until it finally started moving, quickly googling the cheapest and nearest motel on the mainland. sure enough, a bed and breakfast that was only two minutes away from the drop off station popped up. he needed you to be there, he needed to take you home already. the next fifteen minutes felt like it dragged on forever, his heart racing at the thought of finally seeing your face again, and getting confirmation that you were at least okay and safe.

once the ferry reached the check point, he sped off in the direction of the motel, his fingertips itching as he rushed over. when he got there, the parking lot was almost empty, only a few cars parked sparsely around the front. “please be here..” he whispered to himself, jumping out of the driver’s seat and making his way inside. the guy behind the counter sat there unbothered, his dull expression seemingly dragging the mood of the entire place down. it smelled like coffee, cigarettes and old paper. “can i help you?” without pulling his attention away from the outdated television in the corner, rafe nodded.

“uhm, yeah�� look, i need to find out if someone i know is checked in here right now.” the guy shook his head, finally sparing rafe a glance. “i can’t tell you that information, my bad, man.” rafe’s fists clenched at his sides. “you don’t understand,” he leaned forward, “i’m this girl’s boyfriend, and i’m concerned about her whereabouts.” he explained. shrugging, the guy eyed the check-in sheet just within his arm’s reach. “again, that’s not my concern.” rafe felt his eye twitch, muttering a ‘fuck it.’ before grabbing the check-in book and going back to the last page.

the guy was about to get up and take the clipboard but rafe shot him a glare before he could make another move. skimming the pages until he landed on an entry date from exactly one week ago, his heart stopped for a second when he saw your name next to ‘ROOM # 22’. tossing the clipboard back on the desk, rafe ran out and looked for your room number on the outside of the countless rows of doors.

“nineteen, twenty, twenty-one.. twenty-two..”

he skipped multiple steps as he booked it up the stairs, eyes zeroing in on the room door that sat at the end of the walkway. rafe was breathless by the time he stood outside, his chest rising and falling as he knocked.

“y/n?!”

your eyes shot open. “y/n, are you in there?” rafe’s voice was loud and clear, your eyebrows knitting in confusion when you peeked out of the blinds. you couldn’t help the tears from forming in your eyes, your fingers scrambling to get the locks open. as if you couldn’t already believe that rafe was standing in front of you, you felt the world come to a standstill when he looked at you with an indescribable look on his face.

“rafe?”

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[angelno404]

Happy new year everyone!!

2024 was strange and I don't even really know where to begin with explaining why. So much happened and so much has changed(mostly for the better) that it would be hard to fully explain everything, but I'd like to just ramble about it for a bit

I don't remember all that much from January-February, just that I was VERY hyperfixated on Vocaloid and Project Sekai and that ultimately influenced the entire rest of my year. In fact, I feel like Vocaloid was pretty much a defining factor of the entire first half of 2024 for me(the second half was defined by something else... But it's probably easy to guess what that was.)

Also HUGE thank you to Angelo, Cornflakes, and Edward for pretty much everything, you guys are some of my longest friends and I appreciate you all SO SO MUCH!!

Then in around June I got into Chonny Jash and that pretty much defined the entire second half of the year for me😭 I mean obviously, it's the reason like 90% of you are here

Somehow it never actually occurred to me that I could and should actually post my art until I started making Chonny Jash fan art, and honestly I'm really happy I did... This is the most people I've seen who genuinely like and care about my art and I can't tha you

nk you all enough for that, so that being said, I would like to credit the first ever drawing of Heart I made for bringing everyone here. I genuinely appreciate all of my mutuals and followers so much and knowing there's people who actually like my art makes me genuinely so happy🫶

And of course I need to thank this for being the ENTIRE reason I met the Freaky Leg Fracture Compendium, aka the CCCClub.. GENUINELY THANK YOU SO MUCH TO @killableroach , @cynicmachine , @xenithiael , and @starcyri , I LOVE YOU GUYS SM🫶🫶🫶

I also owe all of this for leading to the creation of AAA. If it wasn't for the cccc hyperfixation that was so strong I decided to actually draw fan art(which I NEVER really did before) I wouldn't have met the other developers and we wouldn't have this stupid project that, surprisingly, has already acquired a small fanbase. thank you so much to the 5 AAA fans for caring about our work💜

Anyways quick mutual appreciation.....

@vinniemitchell @bluestarlett @adhdrizzy @therewillbenoromance @casualmrboyenjoyer @themoonwithagun @randotam280 and anyone else I'm forgetting, you guys are great🫶🫶

And finally I'll close this off by comparing my first and last drawings of the year.

Thank you all again for everything this year💜

[freddleafton12345-blog]

Nsfw thought about doing it with the fiercest warrior of the Echidna tribe (female reader!)

I firmly believe Knuckles will worship your entire being. Even the ground you walk on. He's definitely the type of man who will kiss every inch of your skin. Breasts, tummy, thighs, he wants you to know how much he cares for you.

Though the 1st few tries you guys had with sex were sort of awkward. You felt scared that he might go too rough and accidentally hurt you, so you made up an excuse as to why he couldn't claim you. He bought it.

Then it happened again. And again. And again.

Finally the poor thing asked if you feared becoming his mate. You felt bad for hurting his feelings so you told him the truth that you feared his strength.

"My love.." he began, gently taking your small hands in his. "No force on earth could ever make me even think of hurting you. You are a goddess sent from the heavens themselves. I will make sure you are worshipped, loved, and satisfied for as long as you want."

And that's all it took for you to feel more eager to go all the way

~~~~~

- he tends to focus on your pleasure. Not his own. However he would like to release as much of his seed as he can into you, so he KNOWS your truly his

- he's got tons, and I mean TONS of stamina. He can probably go for 10 rounds before he needs a break

- he's always asking "is this okay, my love?" "My dear, are you sure you want me to go faster/harder?" He wants to make sure you aren't hurt!

- bites. He claims his mark will let others know you're taken, and already claimed. Expect to wake up in the morning with hickeys everywhere on your body (Tom and Maddie didn't notice because you put on makeup to hide the marks, much to Knuckles dismay XD)

- he loves it when you scream his name and grab his quills as he eats you out. You're like the best feast he ever got to taste. Your screams let him know he's doing his most valuable mission, aka, pleasing you till you're satisfied. (Tho the 1st time you screamed in pleasure, he thought he hurt you and stopped immediately 😭)

- he doesn't know much about how humans have many different positions. He's usually got you in a mating press, or he's on his knees, eating you out. He'll be open to other positions if you bring it up. He wants to learn as much as he can so he can properly treat you like the queen you are!

- when you 1st sucked him off he was honestly baffled. You sure had guts to be the one who started engaging in such activities with the last member of the Echidna's. It turned him on, but he won't admit that XD

- he doesn't get super loud. He typically let's out soft grunts and growls, and his tail wags a bit when he's nearing his release

- I think he probably has struggled in the past with heat seasons/ruts, because he never had a mate in the tribe. So when he experiences these issues, he holds back unless you DEMAND he go all out with you

- he doesn't really care if you make expressions from the pleasure. If it's an indication he's making his queen feel good, then he's happy

- Knuckles is the master of aftercare. He gets you anything you want, and his fur is nice and soft. So yes, he's an excellent cuddle buddy!

- overall he's always focusing on what makes you feel good, because you're his beloved mate, who will soon become his queen♡

PLZ REBLOG IF U WANT!))

[taissaswifelowkey]

test and recognise

a/n: horror girlies deserve peace. especially skye riley my girl was stressing give her a break 😭 i was inspired by edits of smile 2 and i saw one with “test and recognise” and wanted to write something about it (i have to find this edit again) i tried to stick to the plot but sort of altered it so it doesn't really stay true to the story? but since reader was involved i had to mix it up a bit. the ending is ambiguous. idk i wanted to try something new, maybe it should have stayed in the drafts. minors, ageless blogs dni please, drop feedback if you have any, enjoy reading let’s gooo

w/c: 2.3k words

warnings: allusions of self-neglect, issues differencing reality? basically, the whole plot of smile 2 but i didn’t do it much justice. proofread but i might have left mistakes behind, let me know if i missed anything else!!

You hesitantly knock on Skye’s door, having been told beforehand by her mother and Joshua that she’s been “uncharacteristic”. He looked nervous, his usual polite smile and engaging presence toned down to a shaky voice and hunched posture. You look down at the paper bags held in one hand. A few of Skye’s favourite snacks as well as her favourite takeout. Maybe that would comfort her? Or maybe she’ll just send you off.

You’re not even sure why you’re here.You don’t recall the last time you’ve talked to Skye in person. Maybe it was after her fall out with Gemma. Who also happened to be your friend, and you would always be together along with Skye. You were then in an awkward position and did not want to fuel the already disastrous atmosphere. Of course you still texted and called her whenever you could, when you weren’t on press tours or scheduled to be on carpet interviews. That of course lasted for a little while, your calls and messages soon went unreturned. But even after hearing about her personal incidents, you passed your best wishes for her to her mother and left a note. It was the least decent thing to do.

The door slightly creaks open, a wild pair of eyes flickering between yours. Her blonde hair falls messily in her forehead and you catch a glimpse of dark circles underneath her eyes.

“Skye?”

She stays still for a minute, eyes squinting at you before she opens the door a tad wider, confusion written all over her face.

“What are you doing here?” She grumbles, her voice low and hoarse, a tone of accusation nearly ripping through her utterances.

“I’m…”

Saying that you’re here on the behalf of her mother and assistant doesn’t sound like the most appropriate response. Nor does “I thought we’d catch up”. She waits, her eyebrows furrowed.

“Did Gemma send you?”

“No…?” You trailed off, not sure as to how you should handle the painfully uncomfortable situation you’re in.

“Was it my mom?”

Not being the best at hiding your emotions, you purse your lips mouth opening and closing to give an answer when she huffs and opens the door.

She doesn’t look back or wait for you to come in, presuming you’d do it on your own like you had many times when you and Gemma were invited for sleepovers. You close the door behind you, following her to the kitchen. Placing the bags down at the counter your brain is wrecking to come up with words instead of being left in this blank haze.

“What’s that?” She points the contents with her head, only registering them now.

“Just something I thought I’d get before stopping by.” It’s a progress, you think. She hasn’t kicked you out yet.

“Was that under my mother’s advice too?”

You feel like you have to tread the line, judging by her questions and current state. You don’t want to be overbearing. But you don’t want to make it seem like you don’t care about her either. Even though she has progressively cut you off through the years.

“You know I never come empty handed.” You attempt to smile, nervously clearing your throat. It was the truth. Though its reminder had no effect on Riley. She just stares blankly at you, before leaning on the counter, dropping her head in her hands. She doesn’t say anything for a while and you feel an uncomfortable and almost murky aura creeping through the room again.

You do wonder why Skye’s mother chose you out of all people to check up on her. This is something that needs to be handled professionally and not just friendly care.

The bag rustles. Skye holds the plastic bag and crushes it, her knuckles turning white before she releases it, gradually.

“Is it real?” She whispers, not looking up at you, her hands going to crush the plastic again. Your silence makes her look at you. Truly look at you for the first time since you’ve gotten here. A look of examination, not a fleeting one.

“What…?” You hesitantly murmur, not wanting to ruin whatever it is that was happening. She holds onto the bag again, this time ripping it piece by piece.

“Is this real?” She repeats, not bothering raising an octave. What’s the use? This could be her lucid dreaming again. In a couple of hours she’ll wake up alone in her apartment. You’re just something present at the back of her subconscious. Maybe it’s the rot playing with her again. Or her brain guilting her into talking to you and Gemma. Her eyes bore into yours again, trying to memorise every single detail. From the way that you dress to the subtle furrow in your brow. This is the closest thing she’d ever get to normalcy.

Her words and actions worry you more than it is confusing. She chews on her lips, frantically running her hands through her hair. You’re afraid she’ll rip her scalp with how rough she’s being.

“Skye…” You slowly raise your hands up, then face your palms down, taking a deep breath. In all truth you don’t know what you’re doing. But you don’t want to see her like that. It pains you more than anything.

She looks down at your hands, her eyes tracing the lines of your palms. Her hands itches to touch yours, anything to ground herself in this reality. Or in this dreamlike reality. Anything. She lets go of her strands, a few fragments of her hair whisking away, before dropping her fingers to the counter. You don’t move your hands away, leaving them as it is.

She slowly reaches for them. She wants to take her time in this reality, in this world, where it does not feel like terror. This is the peace that she’s been wanting.

Her fingers start with the skin of your wrists, tracing your veins. They’re not delicate but do not stop your breath from hitching. She presses down on your pulse and you hope she cannot exactly feel how fast it is racing. She then movies to your palms, tracing its individual lines, and does the same with your fingers. The position is a bit awkward but it doesn’t stop her from lightly pressing on to them every now and then. She feels the monster taunting her, whispering mocking words

You’re going to wake up soon, Skye.

“This is real. I promise you.” You don’t dare raise your voice above a breath, letting her hold on to you. It’s painful but you endure it.

Your hands were so warm. She could melt at how delicate and soft you were. She never wanted to let go. She caught on to what you said. She just couldn’t take it into account. Not with her tears slowly brewing her eyes, blurring everything. You gently let go of her, causing her to raise her head in panic, but you join her behind the counter. You slide your hand towards her again, speaking earnestly.

“I promise you.”

Don’t believe what you see. It’s only a matter of time before she leaves.

She takes your hands and collapses in your chest, letting her tears escape. She didn’t want to feel terror anymore. She didn’t want to feel this weird pressure on her chest again. She wanted to start over again. Back to where everything was simple and easy.

You let her hold on to you, her hands clutching your clothes in a visceral grip. You can feel her tears damping them. Her makeup stains silk probably leave traces behind. And yet, you hold her close, impossibly close to you. She can feel the thrum of your heartbeat, the fabric of your clothing. You still wore your signature scent, sweet and subtly woodsy.

“Are you real?” She sobs, taking a risk to pull back, not caring if she’ll wake up anytime soon. Or if you’ll go away.

Instead of answering her, you reach for her fingers, tracing them to your wrist until she can feel your pulse. You hold her free hand and trace her wrist until return, before feeling her own pulse.

Wordlessly, she crashes into you again. Though she is calm, her body is still wracking with tremors.

“I don’t want to wake up. Don’t want to go back.” She babbles over and over. You still don’t understand, but you figure that the last thing she needs is to be alone.

“I’m not leaving. Ever.”

Not again, you wish you could say.

You repeat soothing words until her tremors die down. You don’t know how long it has been since she’s been in your arms, but you still repeat the same words until she’s completely slack. Much to her protest, you guide her to the couch, promising that you’ll be back.

You go to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. You make sure to come back quickly, not wanting to leave Skye alone.

“Here.” You murmur, placing the glass of water on the table. Before you can ask anything else, she gulps down in one shot.

“Do I need to bring another glass?” 

She shakes her head, pulling you down to sit with her.

“No, just…stay. Please.”

“Do you need me to heat up the food?”

“No, later. Right now I want you to stay with me.”

And you do.You stay for as long as she needs. She leans into you, dropping her head to your shoulder. It’s a comfortable silence, not the dreading kind that she’s been used to.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what? You know I’ll always be here for you–”

“I know, I know. And that’s the problem. I…look, I haven’t always…I have not been a good friend. Not to you, not to Gemma. I had shit to deal with and instead of being honest I closed up on myself. And now it feels like it’s ruining me, everything. I just feel…rotten. Like I’m decomposing every minute.” She rambles. She doesn’t know why she’s saying this to you. probably because she knows this is the only place she feels safe.

You bring her closer to you, taking her hands in yours and squeezing them, encouraging her to speak.

“I’m lost. So lost. And it feels that at every turn it feels like I’m being pushed back.” her voice wavers, tears threatening to escape her eyes once again. “It’s like there’s this weight pulling me back. And I don’t know what to do. Like…like…like it’s always coming back for me again to pull me back again.”

You rub soothing circles in her back, fighting back your own tears. If you knew how she felt, you would’ve done more than just sent her mother messages. You would’ve reached out sooner, let her know that you’ll never leave her. 

But would it make that much of a change?

“Do you think I’m insane?” She mumbles against your shoulder, tracing the patterns of your hands. “And be honest with me.”

Your furrow your brows, taking her hands in yours, lightly squeezing them.

“You’ve been through a lot. For you to be standing here…it takes a lot of effort. You’re stronger than what you think you are, Skye. And you’re valid for feeling this way. You’re not insane, Skye. If anything, I think you’re brave.”  You try to keep your voice level, making her eyes meet yours. “And I can’t imagine half of what it’s like to…to go through so many things. But you’re not alone. There are people who care for you.”

For a long minute she questions if you’re just saying that to make her feel better. But by the look on your face, the same serious and gentle expression she’d come across with multiple times, she knows…or hopes, you are being truthful.

She lays in your arms again, her eyes closing as sleep slowly takes her whole. She tries to fight it, not wanting to escape. You notice, and grab a nearby blanket, comfortably draping her in warmth. She can’t fight it back anymore.

“It’s okay. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“Don’t let me go.”

“I won’t.”

She falls asleep right after that.

°

You’re not here anymore. She does not have a real idea of how long she has passed out, but she cannot feel your warmth anymore. Her blanket is still draped around her, she can still feel the ghost of your arms. She doesn’t dare speak out, in fear of this rot to come back at her.

It was the first time since she has had a dream that was not a nightmare. At least she can count herself lucky.

You had to wake up eventually, the rot mocks in its gravely voice.

She pinches the bridge of her nose, passing a hand over her face until it reaches her hair, wanting to rip off her strands. She cries, swearing into the emptiness.

She looks down at the reflection of the glass table, looking down at the glass of water along with a little note

in case you wake up, i’m in the kitchen

She grabs the note, looks at it confusedly. She can’t hear the rot mocking her anymore. Or she can, but it’s…weak? It’s like it’s dying.

Her phone is on the table, there are messages of her mom and Jacob. It must be an illusion.

“Skye, what’s happening are you okay?” You rush in the living room, you don’t even have time to finish your sentence before she crashes into your arms, nearly toppling you over.

“You’re here. You’re here.” She babbles, over and over, not letting you go.

You hug her back, softly whispering soothing words.

“I’m sorry, I just went to get some food for you–”

“No, no, it’s okay. You’re here.”

You don’t question her, letting her speak. Her arms laces your waist, smiling in relief at your warmth, your scent, the feel of you.

She pulls back to meet your eyes, holding your hands to her cheeks. The rot is fighting to make an appearance, yelling, screaming, roaring insults. You wipe her tears with your thumbs, kissing her forehead.

“I’ll always be here.”

Her knees buckle, her entire body feels lightweight. Her mouth feels dry, deprived of water. You’re quick to catch her in your arms, sliding down to the floor.

“You’re here.” She laments, her eyes fluttering close, missing how you reached for your phone to call for help, drowning in silence and emptiness.

[joeyalohadream]

I love your fics and your writing, they always leave me with a lot of emotion and a warm feeling. It's always such a pleasure to read them.

(also I haven't stopped thinking about this since I read it:

“It’s like I went away, and you got better,” Gale practically grinds the words out, voice whisper soft and Bucky’s heart breaks. Gale Cleven. Smartest, kindest, bravest, strongest man he knows. He’s sitting in front of Bucky looking guilty for voicing his pain. He’s sitting in front of Bucky and Bucky can read it in his eyes. He thinks he was the problem. He has no idea that he was the solution and Bucky wishes he had all the pieces of Gale’s life to understand how a man so beautiful and good could have such a low opinion of himself. “You can’t for one second think that I was struggling, that I fell into that pit because of you, Buck.” He pushes the words out between them, leaning into Gale’s space, pleading with his eyes. “Bad shit happened before I got here and it shook me, but it’s this place. It’s being out of the war, not even on the side lines, just fucking useless. It’s not being able to do anything but wait and not even knowing what we’re waiting for. I couldn’t stand it. But God, Buck, it wasn’t you. You were the only thing that kept me from running for the fence.” Gale’s eyes are wet and shining when he looks at Bucky. “You were mean,” Gale breathes out and Bucky feels his own eyes fill. He sounds like the child Bucky suspects he never got to be. “For the first time since I met you, it seemed like you wished I wasn’t there, wasn’t with you.” He takes a shaky breath and Bucky’s chest hurts when a single tear escapes and falls down Gale’s hollow cheek. “And then I wasn’t with you and you-” Bucky growls, cutting Gale off and he hits his knees for the second time today. He braces his elbows on Gale’s legs and grabs both of his smaller hands in his own. “Stop it,” he says, staring into Gale’s eyes. “Stop it right now. I was a bastard, you’re right about that. I know you forgave me for it, I know you said there was nothing to forgive. You’ve got the biggest heart and I love you for it, but I’m going to hate myself a little bit for a long time for all the times I hurt you.” Maybe one day he’ll believe Gale that he’s not to blame for the way he spiraled. He’ll believe that terrible things happened to him and are still happening to them all in real time and he’ll accept that it’s normal to not be okay. But he’ll never forgive himself for letting it manifest into cruelty to the man he loves. To the man that deserves tenderness more than anyone he’s ever met. He wonders how long these thoughts have been plaguing Gale. Since before they took him away? Did he sit and think that Bucky wanted him gone while he was in there? The idea of it makes his head swim, makes him feel sick.

right in my poor little heart, I want to cry every time and i love it 🥺😭😭😭)

Thank you for writing and sharing all these wonderful fics with us 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

AME! Why are you so kind and wonderful and sweet?!

Genuinely was not having a good day and I’m about to go bartend the evening shift for New Year’s Eve, which is going to be a nightmare and this message just made me so, so incredibly happy. 🥹💕❤️☺️

It brings me such warm feelings to know you enjoy my writing and I ALWAYS appreciate the time you take to comment and share your thoughts on AO3.

This even makes me more inspired to truly buckle down and get Part Three of the ‘Cooler Fic’ out for everyone who’s waiting.

Ame, you’re a bright light in this fandom and I am so thankful for you! ☀️

[causenessus]

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

to my favorite favorite people ever <3 I am so happy to have gone through this year with all of you! I love to look at how far this blog has gone and coming to the realization that essentially everything I have built up for myself so far has happened within this year it feels so long ago 😭😭but I have accomplished so many things this year including actually completing several fics (which I've never been able to do before) and meeting so many wonderful people!!! so I just wanted to take a small moment to individually thank anyone who has ever interacted with me <3 to all the people I've had countless interactions with in the replies, to all of my anons, I love you all so very much and am so grateful for your support <3 while fics like love notes and cold kisses are how I found most of my base and they do indeed hold a special place in my heart, I think overall try again is actually the work I am most proud of this year because it has brought me so close to so many of you. seeing how other people related to many of the struggles mentioned in that fic really made me have an appreciation for writing and the ability to convey emotions and empathize <3 I am so thankful for my base and all of my followers and I think it's kind of nice to see how we are all going through similar struggles; I hope that try again along with any other fic I've written that you've felt a connection to has helped you know that you are not alone and so very loved <3 happy holidays and happy new year!!

HERE'S TO MORE LOVE NEXT YEAR!

[nobodynoteventherainn]

OKAY OKAY WAIT OUTSIDERS (seperate 😭) X DAUGHTER OF A COP 🙏

The Outsiders x Daughter of a Cop! Reader

a/n- i'm going to make reader's father the police officer b/c officers were predominantly men in the 60s. if anyone wants a version with the mother as an officer, lemme know!

Darry Curtis

Darry never gets arrested so he and your dad have no problem whatsoever with each other

He's very respectful to him

Sometimes your dad gives Darry "the company you keep" speeches

Darry just shrugs it off with a grin and promises to try and keep the gang in check

Darry's really anxious for your dad to have a good opinion of him

"You think he likes me, darlin'?"

Sodapop Curtis

Soda mostly keeps himself in check so that he's not separated from Darry

So it's not a big deal that your dad's an officer, although he does make Soda pretty nervous

There was the one time Soda and Two-Bit were hauled in for doing flips and walking on their hands down the sidewalk (yes this did happen canonically), so Soda always worries that your dad has a bad opinion of him because of that incident (your dad doesn't even remember)

Soda really wants to try on your dad's uniform (at least his badge)

He says something about it to you every time he sees your dad but despite your nettling will not ask him

Soda's eyes crinkle in a smile as he watches your dad walk away. "Glory- I really do wanna try on his badge. Or wear his belt." But when you mischievously suggest he ask your dad, Soda pales and whacks your arm playfully. "No- and don't you tell him I said that, you imp!"

Ponyboy Curtis

Pony definitely stays out of trouble

He's usually pretty nervous around authority figures, but your dad reminds him of his so they get along well and Pony's at ease around him

Although Pony was super nervous the first time he met your dad

He was asking a million questions but trying to hide his nerves

"Wait, tell me again- what's he like? Is he judgy? Is he gonna have his heater on him? He ever arrest Dally?" Yes. Yes he has.

Dallas Winston

Dally's pretty much on a first name basis with your dad

He thinks your dad's pretty chill for an officer and even has a bit of respect for him

Sometimes your dad comes home talking about what Dally, "that hood kid," did today and you have to keep yourself from laughing since of course you already know what happened

But you and Dally are still keeping your relationship hidden from your dad for obvious reasons

When you first told Dally who your dad was, he was shocked. Then he laughed so hard he cried and he almost fell out of his chair

Dallas drops his cigarette, tilting his head back as he howls with laughter. "Ol' Pig Eyes?! That's your old man? No kiddin'?" When you shoot him a look for the nickname he's given your father, he just laughs even harder. "No, doll- he ain't look nothin' like ya. You don't got his eyes, no sweat."

Steve Randle

Steve's been hauled in his fair share of times, but he isn't a huge troublemaker and is good at evading the cops, so he doesn't have much experience with them

He's not afraid of your dad but he's wary of him

He's willing to meet him but avoids him when he can

However Steve is willing to get to know your dad better if you've been together a while

The first time Steve met your dad he was pretty intimidated after but thought he was respectable

"Damn- that guy gives me the creeps."

Johnny Cade

Johnny's never been arrested before but he's deathly afraid of cops

His hands start shaking when he sees a police car and he'll grab your hand for support

He isn't willing to meet your dad until you've been together a long time, and even then you need to reassure him a lot

Every time Johnny sees your dad he's a bit more at ease with him

"Huh, he's pretty normal when he's not in that uniform. I kinda like 'im."

Two-Bit Mathews

Two-Bit hasn't been arrested for anything really serious- it's mostly just been for shoplifting and goofing around in public

Like the time he had a sword fight at the supermarket with Steve using cucumbers

"Hey, Stevie- look at this! It's perfect for fightin'! Hell, why do these things break so easily? Lemme get a new one-"

They broke almost all the cucumbers in half before the police were called

Anyway, Two-Bit is really unfazed by your dad's being an officer

He cracks jokes with him and they get along surprisingly well

Two-Bit doesn't really take much seriously so even when he is in trouble, the cops will probably end up smiling at one of his jokes eventually (your dad's been in this position a couple times)

[lamemaster]

A Teardrop

Request: Hello!👋 I love your writing so much to the point it brings me to tears of how good it is😭(when reading angsty ones). Can I request something??? If I can, may I request a Fingon x reader one, where they are in an arrange marriage and have a son, the kinslaying happened and they cross the Helcaraxë, their son died while crossing, They reached middle earth, and sometime in middle earth she got pregnant, gave birth to a son (Gil-galad) but sadly died, Fingon was there at her death. Fingon and her reunites in the Halls of Mandos once he died, she waited for him since she died first and they had a very emotional conversation with Fingon telling her how much he loves and misses her. (very angsty if possible like the Thranduil one🙏😭)(I apologise for the grammar and the long explanation, English is not my first language. You can ignore this request😊)

Genre: angst (hurt- comfort in future)

Pairing: Fingon x Reader

Summary: When the time came, your yes was hesitant, tinged with uncertainty, while his acceptance was measured, dutiful. And so, your marriage came to be, transforming the carefree days of play into the reality of shared lives.

AN: Thank you for requesting something so awesome (I love writing angst). I'm currently writing another chapter, which I would love to update before the end of the year, but who knows? Also, your English is great; never worry about that!

Chapter 1| Chapter 2|

“Out in the maze runs a little elfling, he who is lost,” you trace a finger along his palm, and the elfling in your lap giggles, his tiny feet kicking with excitement.

“He runs with amil, he runs with atto,” Irimion sings along, his words tumbling over each other in his eagerness, his voice punctuated by bursts of laughter.

“He runs with haru, he runs with haruni, he runs with aratar, he runs with aramille,” you continue, your fingers completing their playful circle before darting up his arm, launching into a sudden tickle attack.

“Amme! Nooo!” Irimion squeals, his little hands flailing as he collapses into giggles, twisting and wriggling in your grasp. “Stop, stop, stop!” he cries between breaths, though he’s clearly delighted.

“Attooo!” he yells, dragging out the word with dramatic flair, flinging himself sideways in mock escape. His wide eyes sparkle with mischief as he calls to his father, who pauses mid-turn from his horse.

“What is it, my brave warrior?” your husband, Findekano asks, a grin spreading across his face as he watches the antics unfold.

“She’s tickling me! Save me, Atto!” Irimion shouts, flopping back into your arms as though he’s completely spent from the ordeal, his giggles trailing off into soft hiccups of laughter.

Irimion, who became your heart. He, who taught you to love Findekano. He brought a love greater than you had ever expected from a marriage born of political arrangements.

Your union with the eldest son of Nolofinwe was not unexpected. Growing up as friends, darting in and out of the palace, your lives had been intertwined from the start. From childhood games to the solemn arrangements of your teenage years, it seemed only natural that the bond you shared would one day be formalized for your families.

When the time came, your yes was hesitant, tinged with uncertainty, while his acceptance was measured, dutiful. And so, your marriage came to be, transforming the carefree days of play into the reality of shared lives.

It was a delightful life, filled with strolls through orchards, games of cards, and a house echoing with laughter—siblings, cousins, your friends, and his all blending into a warm life. Yet, your relationship remained little different from that of close companions. At night, you lay on opposite ends of the bed, exchanging whispered jokes across the distance.

But love has a way of creeping in, soft and unannounced.

One dawn under the silver glow of Telperion, warmed by the haze of Nelyo’s oddly brewed wine, the two of you found yourselves slurring broken words to each other, your laughter spilling into the quiet. Somehow, in that tender moment, the space between your pillows disappeared, and your head found its place on his chest.

From that day on, the distance between you ceased to exist.

From his very first moments, Irimion had been utterly besotted with his father. His love for Findekano was evident from the start. When your bawling newborn stilled his cries the moment his tiny fist found his father’s glimmering braids. Not even the promise of his first taste of milk could loosen his grip on the golden ribbons tangled in his fingers.

So, when the Noldor prepared to march, there was no question about where Irimion’s heart lay. Your little one, who had barely learned to walk, clung tightly to Finno’s robe, toddling after him through the tumult of your household as preparations unfolded.

You watched them together, your heart heavy with the inevitable. As you packed your bags, the weight of the decision settled upon you, each item tucked away a step closer to the nether shores. There was no other path for you to take—not when Irimion’s love for his father mirrored the bond you had come to share with Findekano.

And so, with your son in tow and your husband leading the way, you followed the Noldor into the unknown.

Irimion sat with you on the horse, his small hands clutching your cloak as he questioned in a curious, innocent voice why his Atto rode ahead, so far from you both. His young mind had yet to grasp the strained looks on everyone’s faces, the tight-set shoulders, or the simmering unease that filled the air.

He was blissfully unaware of the undercurrent of tension that flowed through the Noldor ranks. Unaware of why you clutched him tighter with every step closer to the shores of the Teleri.

You hid him beneath your cloak the moment you caught sight of the glittering sea and the ships of the Teleri. “Stay close,” you murmured, your voice steady, untouched by the dread that gripped your heart. “Do not let Atto see you.” You pulled him closer, shielding his small body entirely within the folds of your cloak.

To Irimion, this was nothing more than another game of hide and seek with his father. He giggled softly, unaware of the weight of the moment.

But beyond your sight, the game turned to horror.

The white shores were stained with blood. The cries of the Teleri, sharp and desperate, were silenced too soon. Dark stains streaked the sand and dragged beneath the hooves of your horse as it faltered with each step forward.

And there, at the forefront, stood Findekano.

Next to Nolofinwe, his father, his sword glinted coldly under the silver light of the stars. The blood of kin dripped from its edge.

The first kinslaying lay before you, a scar on the shores of Aman. And with it, the world you knew began to unravel.

From that moment on, your son rarely left your arms. His whispered thoughts were yours alone to hear, his small complaints about his distant father carefully soothed by your words.

Perhaps, in some way, your heart had already sensed what was to come, your hesitance to part with your son had to be a sign.The blood and suffering that would stain your steps across the bitter plains of Helcaraxë.

It was your penance that took him from you.

Irimion had been playing with Idril, his laughter rare in the bleakness of the camp as it took shape. You left him in Elenwe’s care, trusting her as the children’s guardian, and set off to find Findekano.

You’d intended to drag him back to your son, to soothe Irimion’s heartbreak over his father’s recent absence. Together, you and Findekano began the journey back to the camp.

And then it happened.

You saw Irimion’s tiny hand wave excitedly at the sight of his Atto. His beautiful smile lit up his face, a reflection of your own as you smiled back at him. He wriggled happily in Elenwe’s arms, his small legs kicking with uncontainable joy.

Next to you, Findekano chuckled warmly, his voice filled with love. “Irimo,” he whispered, the name carrying a tenderness that only a father could hold. His arms extended slightly, eager to catch his son as soon as you reached them.

But before you could take another step, the unthinkable happened.

Before your very eyes, Elenwe and Irimion vanished into the icy waters of the Helcaraxe. One moment they were there- the next, they were gone, swallowed whole by the dark, treacherous depths.

The world blurred.

What followed was a fragmented haze. The desperate, automatic motion of pulling Idril to safety, her cries barely piercing the fog of your grief. The sight of Findekano sprinting toward the jagged ice, his entire being consumed by the instinct to dive in after his son.

So many hands reached out to restrain him, but it was you who reached him first.

You threw your arms around him, holding him back as he fought, his sobs cutting through the bitter air like shards of ice. Something inside you shattered. Irimion was gone. You felt it, a void ripping through your hroa, leaving nothing but emptiness behind.

“Finno,” you choked out, your voice trembling as you tightened your hold. You clung to him with every ounce of strength left in you, even as his tears froze against your neck, chilling you to your very soul.

He was all you had left.

The world around you seemed to fade, the echoes of grief stretching into eternity. And yet, in that moment, as you held your husband’s shattered form, a single thought came to you: you had to endure.

For him. If not for yourself.

You woke from the dream, sunlight streaming into your chambers. It was just a dream.

Your breaths came uneven as you sank back into the pillows, closing your eyes against the ache that lingered. Another dream.

And then you heard it. A giggle, a chortle.

Your heart soared.

Springing from the bed, you rushed toward the sound, the echoes of laughter pulling you forward as your maids called after you, their voices fading into the distance.

Irimion. Your fea cried out for him, the name burning in your mind like a prayer.

Your hands trembled as they reached for the door, the sound of squeals just beyond. Pushing your hair behind your shoulders, you threw it open and a small body collided into you.

Falling to your knees, your arms wrapped around him instinctively. “Irimio,” you gasped, the name falling from your lips in a trembling breath, a name Findekano had not spoken on these shores.

Tears blurred your vision as you cupped the face of the elfling before you. He looked back at you, his wide eyes filled with life and mischief, so like Tyelpe’s and yet, so much like the memory of Irimion.

Your heart ached. It wasn’t him.

But as Tyelperinquar grinned and kissed your cheek in greeting, you clung to the elfling, patting his head as if to hold onto the warmth he offered. “Do not run so fast, dear one,” you whispered, your voice unsteady yet tender.

“When did you come here, Tyelpe?” you asked, your hand still resting atop his head.

Looking up, your gaze met Finno’s, and his frozen smile told you everything. The pain in his eyes mirrored your own.

[halowishes]

my fav fics of 2024!!

i wanted to share my other recs that i read before i started my lists and ones that just deserve MORE recognition/ changed me/ inspire me to live my life.

fandoms: mostly haikyuu & some demon slayer

(skts if the ship is unspecified)

red dahlia

e. 103k+. ongoing. handmaiden au.

guys. this was probably the fic that made me fall in love with sakuatsu. fairycake always does impeccable world building and splendid writing. this fic has such flair and style— it’s in both povs so you can feel all the nuance. and the PLOT. the DIALOGUE. the IMAGERY. god this is really such a wonderful fic and i’m dying to find out what happens next!!

play among the stars

e. 105k. sci-fi/ rom-com/ drama?

ok so there’s a jail on the moon. kiyoomi is a guard and atsumu is a prisoner! i had so much fun reading this. i’ve never read anything like it. it was intense but well-paced, dramatic yet comedic, serious and silly! kiyoomi had some really beautiful development, and atsumu’s character was a treasure. every chapter was gorgeous but i ESPECIALLY love the last few.

in transit — kageyama x hinata

t. 4.7k. canon universe.

one of the first hq fics i read. so sweet and felt very loyal to the anime. i also just thought the image of kageyama playing basketball was so funny. this fic introduced me to the world of hq fanfic so i’ll always be thankful for it.

in another life — bokuto x akashi

t. 23k. mcd/ hospital au.

honestly? heartbreaking. soul crushing. i’ll randomly remember parts of it and just sit in silence for a bit. this fic is probably why i actually haven’t really sought out any other bokuaka… i just end up thinking about this😭 AND ITS SO WELL WRITTEN. the storyline is so precise and clean, but it packs a punch (that ends in tears). i wondered how the hell it had so many hits but i get it. i really do. and i’m a changed person because of it.

three sheets to the wind

m. 117k. pirate au.

i am actually very obsessed with atsumu teaching kiyoomi how to let loose and feel the sun on your skin and be honest and real. also such a fan of atsumu’s casual poetry because when you’re obsessed with someone, words can just roll off the tongue. very big believer of love inspiring courage and bravery.

insert coin to play

e. 178k. cyberpunk au.

we all know how much i love this but what does it for me is how it understands kiyoomi’s characteristics: he’s blunt, strong, determined, and a bit irrational. i love loud and proud fighter atsumu, but kiyoomi is no less weaker just because he’s quiet. and i will always always always remember that scene in the club where they talked about a world if they were ordinary. anyways i can always talk about this fic.

heirs

e. 237k. corporate & soulmate au.

this was the slow burn of the year. yes the fic was about love and choice and agency, but also duty, piety, and power. it was provoking and thoughtful and dramatic (in a good way). i actually felt the anger, betrayal, and shame of those characters because the plot is just that intense.

again, like this

e. 55k. mid time skip.

this really is my comfort fic. i’ve read it so often i can probably tell you verbatim every plot point. but i can’t help it because they are so tender. so innocent and raw and real. they make each other better and it’s such a pleasure to read. and (you got me) the smut was really really good ok?😭😭

the tide will turn

e. 80.8k. titanic au.

there’s not much i can say because of spoilers but GOD. this fic is so luxurious and unreal. i was obsessed with the characters and finding out what came next. it was a thrilling and emotional read (definitely cried). the fic was so immersive and the last few chapters stuck with me.

afflictions for below-average asian-americans

t. 7.5k. american suburbia au.

genuine, embarrassing, overwhelming, inexplicable. the character development is so special and subtle, yet inspiring. although the premise comes off as niche, i think anyone can relate to feelings of envy and insecurity. this seriously made me appreciate 17 year-old halo more <3.

do i dare disturb the universe?

t. 14.9k. parallel timeline.

*screams*. i need more second chance fics. (vulnerable lore moment) i have a deep rooted aversion to failure and making mistakes so stories like these help me unlearn that. generally, there’s no right or wrong in how to live your life so why aren’t we just doing what we can to be fulfilled and loved? very important fic in the “listen to your heart!!” folder.

it drives you crazy getting old

m. 45.9k. 13 going on 30-ish au.

there is something so comforting about reading a young skts in their 32 year old selves. the fic is about learning how to be patient, to be vulnerable, to love. growing up can be so scary but this fic is a gentle reminder that everything will work itself out and you never have to do it alone. you may not end up where you thought, and that’s okay.

bound

e. 68.1k. actors au.

what i admire about this fic is how generous it is. the characters make mistakes, they say and do things they don’t mean, they can be unhealthy and miscommunicate. but at the end of the day, they’re so patient and loving that the stars align for them because they deserved that happy ending. (and that speech at the end was just too good not to include. it makes me cry every time.)

rain on your wedding day

g. 4.6k. skts wedding.

the joys of celebrating love. the joys of having a community who supports you and will do anything to see you happy. the joys of spending the rest of your life with Your Person. i don’t care if it’s a fanfic, it’s canon TO ME.

how to NOT fall in love with your flatmate’s twin

m. 46.7k. mid-time skip.

while atsumu and kiyoomi’s budding relationship is delightful and the twins’ characters are superb, i will always remember this fic for the side plot of kiyoomi learning to reconnect with his mother. it’s simple yet so powerful. this fic makes me appreciate my parents, siblings, and everything university gave me :’).

burden of blame

e. 91.2k. yakuza au.

if there’s anything to know about me it is that i LOVE a thriller. the plot of this fic is so buzzing with life and mystery. also i’m a SUCKER for bossy ass kiyoomi x nonstop yapper atsumu. it just amplifies the banter and tension by a mile. and selfless, impulsive atsumu will always have a place in my heart <3.

constellations we called home

e. 53.5k. end of the world au.

i read this fic over a month ago but i still can’t be normal about it. it’s extravagant, emotional, and honestly punched a hole through my heart that i might never recover from (like all apocalypse aus). this fic reminds me of the “would you rather have a good thing and or never have it at all” debate. i love love.

sketches of a firefly

e. 88.7k. magic realism/ returning to a small town au.

recently featured in my monthly recs but i don’t care! this fic made me want to be a kid again. it’s literally and figuratively magical. the storytelling amazed me and the tension was soooo vivid. this is a very worthy read but READ THE TAGS.

stockholm syndrome isn’t real

e. 50.2k. heist au.

also mentioned in my dec recs! i just love how this fic read like an action comedy movie. the punchy humor and the well paced scenes made it go by like my dream sakuatsu film. i’m still wrapping my head around how intricate the dynamics and plot of this fic are!

terminal curiosity

e. 9 works, each 10k+. canon universe.

we all read it, we all know it’s good. there’s nothing new i can say about it but i do go back and read it every couple months.

demon slayer

blue — giyuu x sabito

t. 17.2k. canon divergence.

giyuu wakes up in an au where sabito lives. the fic was so gentle and loving and careful. giyuu’s disbelief and the absurdity of it all— you feel all of that with this fic. the story was just so wholesome and made me love giyuu.

uh huh, honey — giyuu x sanemi

e. 151k. pornstar au😭😭

ok i realize the premise is bonkers but the plot is actually pretty deep😭 this fic was prime “opposites attract” in that the characters complement each other perfectly. really beautiful imagery, hilarious dialogue, and such a silly premise but full of admiration and thought.

and that’s my year of fanfic! i almost called this my top 24 fics of 2024 but then i thought “there’s no way i have 24 favs” and here i am… only two short.

but yeah! i’m glad to be back in fandom culture because it really is what got me through tough times. i hope you give these fics a chance or (most likely) if you’ve already read them, let me know what you thought about them!! (if you want more recs check my halo reads tag).

i’m not sure how long these monthly recs will last as i move onto a new part of my life, but i do hope you all find some community in these posts <3

lots of love ALWAYS,

halo <3

[frostbitebakery]

One of these is not like the others

Omfg??

Anyway.

Gentlebeings, I need your help. I wanna do a quick face study of Obes Kenobes that requires no brain cells. So screencap study it is. @adiduck suggested I do Obi-Wan looking down at Cody from Boga when he accepts his lightsaber back. Hence the goggeling. And I can’t find it. It’s all Cody being dashing and “I think you’ll be needing this” which I’m not against but not what I’m looking for.

Does anyone have a screencap of Obi-Wan’s 😍 face?

Thank you 💜

[baby-yongbok]

Tumblr just posted a fic I had drafted for Saturday and I almost had a fucking heart attack. Oh well, my Jeongin fic OnlyFans is out... against my will.

[zaddyazula]

MY FIRST GEN SIM HAD TWINS BACK TO BACK 😭😭😭

[stonedopossums]

if anyone has any tips for getting hair dye stains out of cheap apartment bathtubs lmk 💔

[bored-boring-and-tired]

HUH?? I LEFT FOR LIKE… 3 HOURS?? WHAT HAPPENED??

[k4txlulzz]

if someone ships avenday/sunturine (specifically with the characterization of aventurine falling in love with sunday in any way shape or form) i will automatically assume that deep inside they hate aventurine and dont give a single fuck about his character

why else would you mischaracterize him in such an insulting way ?😭

[demonic0angel]