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[sahmei]

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[arcana--cabana]

crossposting from my main

have a little doodle i made while trying out a new pen. no the underworld saga did not make me sad. not at all.

[dreamwritesimagines]

The Eye of the Hurricane [34] - Cage

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful feedback, you made my day! ❤️I hope you’ll like this chapter as well, and please don’t forget to tell me what you think! ❤️

Summary: Lack of honesty can cause resentment.

Word Count: 2700

Pairing: MobBoss!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Warnings: Violence, guns, crime, blood, explicit language, dysfunctional relationship, mentions of sex. This is an AU, friendly reminder that I don’t condone any of the actions depicted on this story and please read with care.

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If anything, your day started out pretty calm.

You were petting Alpine with one hand while scribbling on the paper with the other, and you stole a look at Bucky when he entered the kitchen. He ran a hand through his damp hair and you inhaled the scent of his aftershave as subtly as you could, pretending to be busy with the file in front of you while he made his way to the coffee machine to fill himself a cup of coffee.

You could feel his glances on you as he leaned back on the counter, sipping his coffee but you ignored him until he cleared his throat.

“So when is that asshole leaving?”

You stopped petting Alpine and lifted your head to look at him better.

“Who, Rhett?” you asked. “He just got here.”

“Doesn’t he have a city to rule?”

“He left his right hand in his place, apparently,” you told him. “Why?”

“Just curious.”

You hummed, spinning your pen between your fingers.

“You should be nicer to him, you know.”

He scoffed into his coffee mug. “Yeah sorry, I’m not capable of being nice to dickheads who gaze at my wife longingly.”

“What?”

“I’m already being civil by not shooting him, and that’s only because you told me not to.”

“You’re not going to shoot—he doesn’t gaze at me longingly, Bucky.”

“Oh he does,” he shot back. “In fact, I bet he has a plan.”

Your frown deepened. “What plan?”

“He wants to—he wants to take you to Chicago,” he said, motioning vaguely and you tilted your head, your mouth slightly open. “Yeah, he’ll feed you some bullshit about never being over you—”

“He is very much over me.”

“And he will ask you to go rule Chicago with him, and then I’ll shoot him and feed his fucking body to the dogs—”

“Can I just interrupt that very creative theory with some truth?” you asked him as Alpine jumped from the counter to the floor. “Number one, even if he weren’t over me, it wouldn’t fucking matter because I am over him.”

His eyes searched yours as if he was trying to see if you were telling the truth. “…Are you?”

“Absolutely,” you said. “Number two, whoever he is with -which is not going to be me, by the way- will not be ruling Chicago with him. Chicago’s rules are different, the crown moves through blood there. Spouses are irrelevant, they’re treated worse than heirs, or right arms. Don’t get me wrong, I hate the bitch who he’s going to marry because she’s a terrible person, but I kind of feel bad for her too because no one will ever take her seriously. King consort or queen consort, doesn’t matter because they have zero power, except for providing heirs and strengthening the loyalty of families.”

Bucky blinked a couple of times. “Jesus, and we say we have medieval rules.”   

“Exactly,” you said. “And number three, I know we both keep forgetting it but we are in fact married. Even if I weren’t over him, me going to Chicago would be grounds for war and only an idiot—”

“Trojan War started the same way, didn’t stop anyone.”

“I appreciate the compliment but I’m not the underworld edition of Helen of Troy,” you pointed out. “That’s not what’s going to happen here. Unless Eric Bana shows up, that is.”

“Which one was he in that movie, Paris?”

“Hector,” you said with a sigh. “The things I’d do to him…”

“I’m glad we had this conversation because now I will have to add him to my hitlist as well.”

You rolled your eyes at him.

“The point is,” you said. “I’m not starting a war between Chicago and New York for an ex. Because that’s what Rhett is. An ex.”

“He doesn’t see you as just an ex,” Bucky told you. “You said it yourself. He trusts you.”

The sight of Rhett’s car by the campus outside your building made you stop dead in your tracks only for a moment. You could feel the smile pulling your lips as you approached him, and he took off his sunglasses to grin at you.

“Hey stranger.”

“Hey,” you said. “Look at that, you survived.”

“Mm hm.”

“I take it the same can’t be said for Lucas?”

“For him or any of his men,” he stated, leaning back to his car. “He was waiting exactly where you said he was.”

You nodded your head. “How pissed off was your father?”

“Very pissed off,” he said. “But I think it worked out pretty well, you know? Now we have sent a message.”

“The ultimate golden heir is not to be crossed or challenged,” you teased him with a small smirk. “That’s a good message.”

He heaved a sigh, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Hm?”

“Why did you warn me?” he asked. “I mean, aside from the orgasms I gave you—”

“That was a mutual transaction,” you pointed out, making him let out a chuckle and hold up his hands.

“It really was,” he said. “But seriously, we were broken up. And I know what promise he dangled in front of you. What, you didn’t even consider it?”

You made a face, shaking your head. “No.”

“Why not?”

“New York values loyalty over power,” you said. “That’s what I grew up with. I don’t do business with greedy backstabbers, neither would my father or anyone else in New York. Once a traitor, always a traitor.”

Rhett’s gaze was fixed on you, a light crossing his eyes as he let out a breath.

“Jesus…” he muttered. “One last transaction, cupcake?”

“Nope,” you said with a laugh. “Then we will get attached and we can’t have that. You have a city to take over, and I’m too smart to be put in the background in someone else’s empire.”

Rhett smiled softly.

“My father won’t do business with anyone in New York,” he said, and you shrugged your shoulders.

“I know. Everyone knows.”

“Neither will I,” Rhett said. “Until you need my help.”

Your eyes shot up to his, your stomach doing a happy flip.

“You’d do that for me?” you asked and he nodded.

“You saved my life, and proved that I can in fact trust you,” he said. “Chicago values loyalty above everything else. The least I can do is pay back the favor.”

A smile warmed your face. “I’ll come to collect, Rhett.”

“Looking forward to it,” he said and extended his hand. “Pleasure doing business with you, cupcake.”

You let out a giggle, and shook his hand.

“Yeah,” you said. “Likewise.”  

“Because I earned his trust,” you told him as his phone vibrated and he checked the screen, then typed something. Even if you wanted to ask who it was, you managed to control yourself, biting inside your cheek.

“Dr. Raynor rescheduled the therapy session for the evening,” you told him. “Your assistant told you?”

“Yeah,” he said. “I have a meeting with Anna before that so I might be a bit late but I’ll be there.”

Your brows shot up, that familiar bitterness burning your mouth. “With Anna?”

“Mm hm,” he said. “Gotta go, I’ll see you there,”

With that, he walked out of the apartment and closed the door behind him, and Alpine jumped back on the counter, meowing at you in a very demanding manner. You heaved a sigh, stroking over her soft fur.

“We’re not going to threaten Anna,” you told her, “Because that’s a fucking insane thing to do, and we’re very logical, rational individuals, right Alpine?”

Alpine meowed again and you nodded your head.

“Mm hm,” you muttered. “Exactly.”

                                               *

“I mean it’s not that I’m jealous,” you assured Becca who only watched you with her brows raised. “Obviously that’s not what’s happening here.”

She hummed, sipping her coffee.

“It’s just that she’s a bit too friendly with him I feel like.”

“Like Rhett is a bit too friendly with you?”

“That’s very different!” you protested. “Rhett and I are going to make a deal!”

“Anna already has a deal with Bucky.”

“Whose side are you on?” you asked, sulking and she let out a laugh.

“Yours, obviously,” she said. “But I’m just saying, maybe before pointing fingers, acknowledge the fact that Rhett liked you. A lot.”

“Liked,” you repeated. “Back then. Besides, I have no feelings for him and as I told Bucky, he will get married.”

“And he will have mistresses.”

“Probably,” you said with a shrug of your shoulders. “Alice will kill them I’m guessing. She was quite obsessed with him even while we were dating and now that Rhett says he will marry her, I do not want to think about the lengths she’d go to.”

 Your phone buzzed on the table and you checked the screen, then tilted your head. “Huh.”

“Who is it?”

“Ethan,” you said. “We haven’t talked in forever, apparently he was too busy and so was I. He wants to grab coffee sometime.”

“What is it with all your exes wanting to fuck you?” Becca asked, making your jaw drop.

“That’s not true!”

“No seriously, what are you doing to those guys?”

“I don’t do anything to them—you know what, we’re changing the subject,” you said as you put your phone back on the table. “Do you think I’ll be able to pull it off?”

“The deal?” Becca asked, “I’d say you already have.”

“Nothing is on paper yet.”

“It doesn’t matter, he flew here for that deal. He will make it.”

You drummed your fingernails on the table. “My father will have so many things to say about it I’m sure.”

“He can say whatever he wants—oh!” she sat up straighter. “Guess what I heard.”

“What?”

“Apparently, Ian is learning how to fight.”

You pulled your brows together. “I’m sorry?”

“Mm hm. His right hand is teaching him, the hot Hercules guy—”

“Ryan.”

“Yeah, him.”

You scoffed a laugh. “How did you hear about that?”

“Your father told my father and my father told my mom at breakfast,” she said. “Never too late to start I guess?”

“I mean he’s the heir,” you said with a sigh. “If the cage fight is happening…”

“You know how I feel about the cage fight tradition but for Ian’s case only, I will enjoy it,” she said. “I hate the son of a bitch.”

You squeezed her hand. “How Leila?”

“That’s actually why I wanted to meet up with you,” she said, huffing out a breath. “My mom kind of forced my hand.”

“How?”

“She and me and Leila are having brunch tomorrow.”

Your eyes widened. “What?”

“So I need you to tell me Leila won’t decide to dump me tomorrow.”

A small laugh escaped from your lips and you shook your head.

“She won’t,” you assured her. “Do you want me to be there? I will invite myself to that brunch, I don’t care what Winnifred thinks.”

 She looked like she was genuinely considering the idea before she made a face, then shook her head.

“Nah, I need to deal with this myself,” she muttered and you pressed a hand over your chest.

“Aw,” you said with a grin. “They grow up so fast.”

“Shut it,” she said, kicking at your shoe with hers, making you gasp. “But I’m going to need all the moral support I can get, so you will be by the phone the whole time, alright?”

You let out a laugh. “Deal.”

                                                    *

Bucky was late to the therapy session as he said he would be by fifteen minutes, and when he got there, he was rather tense. Even if you wanted to ask what had happened, you knew you couldn’t in front of the therapist so you raised your brows at him but he shook his head.

“So,” Dr. Raynor said, “Let’s pick up from where we left off the last time. How have things progressed in terms of your communication with your ex-boyfriend in the picture?”

“Him being my ex-boyfriend doesn’t play a part in our communication or lack thereof,” you said quickly and Bucky clicked his tongue.

“It definitely does.”

“I think what plays an important part in our communication is the fact that Bucky doesn’t exactly trust me.”

Bucky blinked a couple of times and turned to look at you better.

“I don’t think you should be pointing fingers here, Charm.”

“I do trust you!” you protested, making him scoff.

“Could’ve fooled me.”

“You know what, if you’re being like this because I didn’t give you one tiny little detail about my plan—”

“One tiny little detail?” Bucky repeated with a laugh. “Try the whole plan.”

“You wouldn’t even spare me a glance if I pulled the shit you did back in that back alley,” you finished your sentence as if he didn’t cut you off and that seemed to take him by surprise. He gawked at you, then licked his lips, shaking his head.

“Are you serious right now?”

“What happened in the back alley?” Dr. Raynor asked, her voice almost too calm and Bucky gritted his teeth, leaning back in the couch as if he was uncomfortable all of a sudden.

“It was ages ago,” he said curtly and you hummed.

“And you never apologized.”

“I did apologize—”

“Asking me if I’m still mad via text does not count as an apology, Bucky.”

“What happened?” Dr. Raynor asked and you took a deep breath, then crossed your arms.

“I had a silly little crush on Bucky years and years ago,” you said. “Before I left for college, I made the mistake of telling him about it.”

“Charm.”

“And it’d be fine if he only turned me down but nope,” you spat, that bitter taste burning your throat again. “He had to humiliate me.”

“I didn’t humiliate—”

“Yes you did,” you cut him off and he ran a hand over his face, then motioned at Dr. Raynor.

“Are we seriously going to do this in front of her?”

“Why not?” you said. “That’s what the therapy is for.”

“And you resent him for it, Y/N?” Dr. Raynor asked and Bucky scoffed a laugh.

“Oh she hates me for it,” he corrected her and you shrugged your shoulders.

“I’m not saying I don’t trust you, I’m just saying that if I didn’t trust you, it would be with a reason.”

“Right.”

“Was there a reason behind it, Bucky?”

“No there wasn’t, other than the fact that he wanted to humiliate me.”

“Charm.”

“Y/N, open communication is very important and a huge part of it is listening,” Dr. Raynor said, making you shake your head.

“No, he really didn’t have a reason other than the fact that he was the city’s golden prince who thought—”

“My father wanted us to end up together,” Bucky cut you off, making you pull your brows together in confusion and you turned your head to gawk at him.

“What?” you asked after a beat and Bucky clicked his tongue.

“Yeah,” he said. “He kept talking about how it would be good for the business, how I should visit you in Chicago when you’d leave for college and…all that bullshit.”

You blinked a couple of times in complete silence and Bucky bit inside his cheek.

“I mean obviously I didn’t see you that way back then, but I wouldn’t have been that much of an asshole to you if that was the only reason,” he told you, his voice almost inaudible. “I thought…I thought you were yet another cage he would drag me into, that’s it.”

You could barely hear anything from the way your heart was pounding in your ears and Bucky swallowed thickly, then stole a look at Dr. Raynor and took a deep breath.

“Yeah no, I’m not doing this shit in front of a stranger,” he muttered and got up from the couch as if he was too restless, then walked out of the office and slammed the door behind him. The sound snapped you out of your haze and you jumped on your feet, grabbing your purse.

“Thanks Dr. Raynor,” you said in a haste and walked out of the office as well but by the time you stepped outside, Bucky’s car had already driven off. You let out a breath, then leaned back to the wall on the building and rubbed at your eyes.

“Oh…” you murmured more to yourself. “Fuck.”

Chapter 35

[leavemurph]

sometimes i get so upset thinking what if hotch wants to come back cuz like jack’s in college and he’s home all the time, he’d need something to do?? and the fact that the writers still didn’t use this one excuse to bring him back to emily is just… ugh.

a few comments here and there about his life while he was gone, laughing with old friends who are still friends no matter what, teasing him cuz he tries to call his son and gets constantly ignored with the “dad, please, i’m busy”. then jj’s like, oh yeah, i get it, teenagers gonna be teenagers, and emily’s kinda feeling left out? but it’s cool. it’s just that time’s passing and she doesn’t have that for herself, which is strange, since she always thought she would. but then again, time sucks, this job takes so much, and yeah, maybe it’s too late.

no kids, nope, well, she’s busy. really busy. this thought keeps looping in her head, and a few situations end up making her rethink it, over and over—did i do this on purpose? did i avoid making any decisions that could’ve taken me down that path because, deep down, i felt like i didn’t deserve it?

hotch finds her in her office, asks if she’s okay because she seems so distracted all the time. of course, she doesn’t say anything, she’s not big on venting, but she does ask him if he ever thought about what it’d be like if they’d made it differently all those years ago.

he’s… confused at first, mostly because he’s not sure if this is her way of allowing them to talk about all the stuff they never said, couldn’t say, or were too scared to. so he asks, what do you mean? emily’s tired of dancing around it, they’re older now, more mature, there’s not much left to lose, so she just says, “you knew how i felt about you. that’s fine. i know how you felt about me.” hotch gives her a small smile, and she gets it. she really gets it. “i can’t believe i even considered going with you. like, a part of me really wanted to, so badly. i talked to you about work every day, told you things you didn’t even want to hear, didn’t care. and i kept hoping, hoping that one day you’d ask me to, or even just… i don’t know, say you missed me. my god, i would’ve dropped everything, run off into witness protection. with you. with jack.”

“emily.” hotch looks genuinely surprised, and maybe it’s because she’s holding back tears. “you had all these things here, things you built for yourself. look at you now.”

“right,” she mutters, waving it off with a comment about their previous case, because why get into that now? it’s a waste of time.

aaand…

they kiss for the first time on new year’s, in their natural habitat—at work, of course. everyone but emily is ready to party, but at midnight, hotch brings her a glass of champagne while she’s scribbling reports. she looks up and says, “are you guys going out? i’m gonna have to pass this time, i’m so busy,”

and he laughs because, “you sound like me ten years ago,” while gently coaxing her out of her chair. she tries not to freak out, laughing nervously, rolling her neck to release the tension from hours of sitting and staring at fine print. hotch brushes her hair back, studying her face, and she lets out a deep sigh, touching her tongue to the corner of her mouth. “a little nervous?” he asks, a smile tugging at his lips. “still the same tell, huh? some things never change.”

“i really can’t go with you guys,” she insists, eying his lips, almost on the edge of feeling butterflies for the first time in over a decade.

“heard you the first time. so i’ll be your first new year’s kiss, and then i’ll get out of your hair.” okay, butterflies all the way down to her toes. she barely nods, just a slight movement, before he leans in and kisses her. it’s the best kiss she’s ever had, hands down. my god, she can’t stop thinking about it.

he literally left her to do her job and went out partying with the others. he’s learned to live more than she has over these years, and honestly, it’s not bad. it’s not terrible. it’s nice.

their relationship grows through little moments scattered throughout the season—tender touches, good morning kisses, emily jumping out of bed late, the looks they share. they talk about the moments they’ve lived, the times they wanted to say something and didn’t, or do something and held back. “do you remember that time we…?”

the first time emily faces any life-threatening situation, hotch’s immediate reaction when he sees her getting her cheek stitched up is: “that was really brave of you to do.”

“hotch,” she winces, frowning through the pain as the stitch hurts. “really?”

“okay, what, are you out of your mind? didn’t you wait for backup?”

“that’s much better, thank you. and, no, it’d be too late.”

“almost died,” he crosses his arms, and emily is doing everything she can not to bite her nails. “i’m gonna need you to marry me. is that okay with you?”

and emily’s like, “what?”

“you heard me right. i want you, and i want to do this, all of it. you’ve always wanted kids, and you’ve been thinking about it, don’t lie to me, and it’s not too late. and we’re gonna do it, you and i. there’s surrogacy, adoption… we can—”

yeahh…. so.

gimme gimme.

bye.

[live-laugh-lenney]

feeling ###nosy if you feel like telling what are your current works in progress 👀

i'll give you a few sneak peeks below of some current wips! hoping to get these out as soon as possible; some are just taking a bit longer than others to work through. <33

as well as getting locked in posted, i've got another lengthy arthurtv fic started off, in the early stages (and i've left a sneaky peek down below here) where the reader is george's best friend and falls in love with arthur so i'm excited for that one to take off!

a lot has been started so hopefully they'll be with you soon but enjoy these sneak peeks! the prompts are in bold and italics! x

George was having a terrible day (for any reason) and he’s down and gloomy about it, but the reader (a friend of his) takes care of him and makes sure he’s okay and long story short they fall in love and end up doing it on his couch while Arthur and Chris are away.

"don't be mad at me."

silence.

"yn, please."

he caught the lingering side-eye that she gave him and a smirk toyed at his lips.

"i'll get on my knees and beg if i have to," he states and the hollow of her cheek became a dimple as she chewed on the flesh inside her mouth, "oh, i see how it is. you want me to beg, don't you?"

the cushions move beside her and she's jostled around as he stands himself up from the sofa and, suddenly, a wave of cool air replaces the heat from his body that he emitted. the television being hidden behind his body and he adjusted the t-shirt that had ridden up his body and had become untucked from his jeans. and she really can't look away from him when he's kneeling before her.

she tries to keep the annoyed look on her face... except... it was hard when he knelt down in front of her, hands flat on her thighs, with a look in his eyes that held a lot more than apologies.

"please, stop ignoring me. i can't deal with it," he whispers, his eyes are level with hers and his orbs are a darker shade than normal, and she can sense her own mirroring his demeanour, "i need you to look at me, i need you to talk to me, i need you to stop being so annoyed with me because i'm an idiot."

his fingers were dangerously close to a zone that would have her like putty in his hands, melting into the cushions around her, completely at his disposal.

"jesus christ," he grumbles lowly, like he needed a pep-talk with his mind to confess what he needed to say, "i need you, yn."

please can you write something with arthurTV and reader going through a dry spell and putting an end to it !!

placing a hand on her back, he retracts it quick once he realised she didn't hear him enter the room, her whole body jumping at the sudden appearance of his touch.

"jesus, arthur."

"i'm so sorry," he laughs softly, setting her mug of tea down in an empty space on her desk and making sure it was away from any piece of paper that seemed important, "i thought you heard me come in."

"i had my music on," she says and slips her headphones down from her ears, letting them hang around her neck and she leant over to pause the song she was listening to, "honestly, i thought you'd have gone home."

"why?"

he moves to stand behind her so he could take in her desk; paper all over the place, scribbles and spider-maps on all of her ideas, chewed pen lids and ripped up post-it notes that weren't that important to her thought pattern.

"because i've been stuck in here all night with work on the brain," she frowns and he shakes his head, "you can go home, if you wanted. i'm not much fun right now and i wouldn't blame you."

"it's okay. i actually like being at your place as opposed to mine," he shrugs with a smile and presses a kiss to the top of her head, burying his nose into her hair as he laid both his hands on her shoulders and gave them a gentle squeeze, "but you should take a break, lovie."

"i can't."

"of course you can," he says softly, digging his thumbs into the nape of her neck and giving her shoulders a soft massage, feeling how the tension building up in her muscles disappeared at his touch, "come on, at least come and have a little nap if you're planning on pulling an all-nighter."

"arthur-"

"or, at least let me help you relax," he drops his head and he whispers the words softly into her ear and she can't help but let her head drop back into a position that collided softly with the back of her chair, "i miss you."

"i can't," she grumbles softly and looks at the way his face twists up in a quick look of frustration that was soon masked with a look of upset, "i want to, i'd love to, but i need to get all this done by tomorrow and i'm so close to being finished."

his lips press against her forehead and she closes her eyes at the soft touch grazing her skin, hands coming up the rest upon his hands that were still resting upon her shoulders.

for the last few weeks, she had been busy with meeting after meeting with brand-deal after brand-deal, talking with companies who were interested in her being the face of their products. spain, france and amsterdam had been places she'd spent three or four nights in, as part of a gifted trip she'd been invited on, and london had definitely been somewhere she had been excited to get away from.

she felt guilty.

she had been to all these amazing places for such amazing deals and opportunities, with new friends she'd met on the way, but she hadn't spent time with arthur. she hadn't been with arthur. and it killed her not to celebrate her achievements with him in a way they normally would.

"i've been really horrid, haven't i?"

i'm currently working on a best friend george x boyfriend arthur fic, too so here's a little something from that one!

“Do you ever wonder what life would be like if we never met? If I never came out that day?” George wonders, “I think my life would be quite boring.”

“I think my life would be even more boring,” YN laughs softly, “you’d still have all of this. You’d still have the podcast, the Tiktok, the Youtube channel, because the charisma that you have would have brought you this kind of life, anyway. The only exciting thing about my life is the fact that you’re my best friend.”

“That’s rubbish,” he shakes his head and sets his mug down on the table, “I think, one way or another, we’d have still ended up in each other’s lives. Just, not as soon as it happened. We were bound to have met eventually, whether it was that day or not.”

The office door opening brings YN’s attention away from George and to the brunette standing in the doorway, wearing a shirt that was almost identical to her own, a nervous look on his face once he realised he’d interrupted something. George’s head turned to follow where her eyes were looking, hand coming up top to wave the other guy in, allowing him to come and join them.

“Arthur, this is YN.”

“Hi,” Arthur smiles sweetly, extending his arm and his hand in an opportunity to shake her hand. To which she gladly mirrored, extending her own arm towards him and wiggling her fingers, their palms connecting in a soft yet hearty shake, “George has told us all so much about you, already. It’s nice to put a face to the name.”

YN couldn’t lie… Arthur was cute.

The handsome-kind of cute with the chiselled jawline hidden beneath the faintest amount of facial hair, shaggy brown hair with a fringe that covered his forehead, lips so pink and soft with brown eyes that held a lot of depth and emotion and she found it hard to look him in the eyes as she said her hello’s yet she found it difficult to look away from him when she finally gained the courage to make eye contact. 

“I mean, you’re all over George’s Instagram so it’s nice to finally meet the guy who he seems to enjoy the company of. I’m not sure whether I should be jealous or not,” YN teases him softly and Arthur lets out a breathy laugh, shaking his head and looking to his feet, “I love your t-shirt, by the way. Considering we don’t know each other, we’re matching today.”

It took Arthur by surprise when she stood up and he saw, in full, the same Natural History Museum logo printed across her chest which matched the same one printed on his own chest, just on different coloured cotton. 

“I seem to attract nerds, don’t I?”

and i also have a prequel started for this fic here!

“Meet me in the bathroom.”

YN felt his warm breath wash over the skin of her neck, the smell of orange juice hanging in the air from the Sex On The Beach he had clasped in his hand with a soaked straw that had been chewed upon with each sip he sucked up, a shiver running down her spine as butterflies bounced around the inside of her stomach. His arm snaking around her waist to pull her closer so he didn’t have to shout or speak loudly over the music bumping in the air, her black flush to his front, her body tensing underneath his touch.

All night, the two of them couldn’t stay away from each other.

From the moment she had walked through the door to Simon Minter’s birthday party, later than the time she told them she would be there, he was attached to her side. The first one to say hello to her, the first one to greet her with a kiss on the cheek, the first one to offer her a seat in the booth and the first one to take her jacket and place it with his so it wouldn’t get lost. He sat beside her in the booth that himself, George, Chris and Arthur Hill had taken their place in for the night and he brought her her drinks throughout the evening, refusing to take one off of her when she offered to buy a round. He kept a close eye on her everytime she got up to dance with Talia or Faith, watching every movement she made when a song they loved came on because he didn’t want anything to happen to her, always weary of where she disappeared off to when he took his eyes off of her for a brief second… only to let out a sigh of relief when he saw her standing at the bar as she topped up her drink.

No one else existed in his world when she arrived. His conversation with George dwindled out when he watched her walk over to them, his attention moved from making Chris the butt of his jokes when she joined in the conversations, and his behaviour changed now that she was amongst the four of them. 

The sexual tension between the two of them almost suffocating.

“Now?”

He nods and drops his hand from where he had placed it upon her hip, slowly dragging it down her body and letting his fingers trail slowly down her thigh and just beneath the hem of her dress, and she felt her knees wanting to buckle under his soft touch.

[atommadly]

𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 | 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠

Pairing: Harry Wells x Reader Warnings: none Masterlist

The lab was buzzing with activity as you stood near the console, arms crossed, watching Harry scribble furiously on his tablet. His brow was furrowed, the classic Wells "Do Not Disturb" look firmly in place. Still, you couldn’t help yourself.

“That plan is terrible,” you said, leaning closer to get a better look at the equations flashing across the screen.

Harry didn’t even glance at you, his fingers still flying over the virtual keyboard. “Your feedback is noted and promptly ignored.”

You huffed, rolling your eyes. “Do you want to get us killed? Because that’s how you get us killed.”

Finally, he looked up, arching an unimpressed eyebrow. “Relax,” he said, his tone clipped but annoyingly smug. “Statistically, we’ll only almost die.”

You stared at him, deadpan. “Oh, great. That’s so comforting, Harry. I’ll be sure to put that on your tombstone. ‘Here lies Harry Wells: statistically speaking, he wasn’t supposed to die.’”

He smirked, clearly pleased with himself. “If you’re going to complain, at least come up with a better plan.”

You jabbed a finger toward the screen. “Fine. Step one: don’t do that. Step two: try not to blow anything up this time.”

Harry let out a dramatic sigh, setting his tablet down with a flourish. “You’re insufferable, you know that?”

“And yet, here we are,” you shot back, grinning. “Come on, genius. Let’s tweak this thing before your 'almost dying' plan becomes an actual dying plan.”

He muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like “pain in my neck,” but the faint smirk tugging at his lips told you he didn’t really mind.

[givehimthemedicine]

i read the Lumax analysis and ngl i feel the same about Byler. why is Will practically doing all the work. Mike just ignores him, then Will speaks up, gets shut down. no apology to his face. then Mike has the gall to pull the "b-but you won’t abandon me, right 🥺?" card seconds before they move to Cali and Will eats it up.

Mike was scribbling his next letter to send to El, while Will was making a painting as a gift for him. when they reunite at the airport, Will is so giddy, and happy even when he spots Mike wearing the Minion suit. he is going in for a hug, fully expecting he’ll get one. despite the lack of phone calls he believes that Mike is gonna match his energy. he doesn’t. he is ignored. again. when Mike realizes he is losing him he swoops in to apologize. what do we get for rest of season? it’s just Will comforting, reassuring Mike and listening to his problems. he notices Mike being upset as they are burying the corpse and talks to him, he notices Mike moping as he reads El’s letter, etc. then the grand culmination - van scene.

i give Mike a pass for not noticing Will sobbing as hes muffling his cries with his hand and turned around. but what about before? when he was giving the van speech at times Will looked and sounded like he was 2 seconds away from bursting into tears. how did Mike not notice something was wrong when he was obviously paying attention to him. and if he did that’s even worse.

Jonathan being there isn’t an excuse. he could have said something, anything, subtly to check up on him or comfort him. he didn’t do that. "you make her feel like she’s not a mistake at all. like she’s better for being different" ok so why are the Duffers so allergic to showing us that. when was the last time that happened. season 2? when Mike said it’s not his fault Will doesn’t like girls, that they are not kids anymore, him wanting to play DnD, which led to Will having a breakdown and destroying Castle Byers, his safe place and cry as he ripped up their photos and called himself stupid - was he feeling better for being different? or worse? did he feel uplifted by Mike shoving in his face how normal he is unlike Will? that he’ll never be like them? that they are moving on, being grown ups and Will is stuck? could some bully at school outright calling him a slur be as hurtful as the things his best friend, someone he trusted and loved said to him then? that he never received a proper apology for.

Mike gets free therapy sessions. Will gets a few crumbs of attention and affection when Mike gets forcibly separated from El.

Mike and Will aren't characters I pay particular attention to, so the townsfolk will please forgive my newborn take.

I absolutely see your point and agree Mike has had terrible PR with Will on many occasions. but while he's often an asshat when it comes to Will's feelings, I'll say at least Mike is regularly shown to be concerned for Will's welfare in the life-and-death-plot way, and is actively involved in making plans and taking actions that save him. (Mike's the one to rally the party to go out and search for Will. to insist he's alive somehow after they all saw his dead body. to build "hey let's make sure we don't also kill Will" into the MF-killing plans. etc)

that's where I think a comparison to lumax isn't so tight because I can't think of anything Max has ever done for Lucas's welfare on either a plot or feelings level. (the writing has never really given her an occasion to save or help Lucas the way he is for her.)

and for all his shit, we have also seen Mike be really good to Will on the feelings level (mostly thinking about his incredible loyalty in season 2 and the swings speech. his commitment to Will in the front half of the show is on par with that of Joyce and that's saying something). it sure would be nicer if that was more recent/consistent, but it has happened, which I can't honestly say for Max. the nicest thing Max has done for Lucas so far is allow him to be nice to her.

[kirishima-eijirock]

Hello!

Big fan of your work, specially your bakugo stuff it is *chefs kiss*.

I'm wondering if I could request something with bakugo taking care of someone who's sick who is TERRIBLE at sitting still?

Like always has to be doing something, feels lazy if they aren't at work or doing something productive and he needs to get them to rest.

(Cause I am currently stuck with covid round 2 so maybe this will make me actually rest my body lmao)

Thank you!

You like my work? You like my work? Omgggg 😭😭😭 tysmmm

And yes, definitely! Here you go :)

You were just sitting at your desk, working at your desk and scribbling away on a piece of paper, noting down some pointers that were mentioned during your online lecture. Shifting between typing and scribbling with your pen, together with a heavy cold that came crashing down on you, like a relentless reminder that you should not be out of bed.

So, what did you choose to do with those reminders? Ignore it.

And if you think Bakugo’s gonna let your stubborness go on, you’re dead wrong, because he’s just as stubborn as you. He’s not going to stop forcing you back to bed, no matter how many times you get up. It’s now ten in the morning, and he’s carried you back to bed twice.

“Hey, dumbass, could you calm down for a second? Your work isn’t going anywhere, and you need a break. You hear me?” He asks in a gruff voice, unsure whether he admires your stubborn nature, or just downright hates it.

“Katsuki, please? It’s just some work, it’s not that much. It’s just a few papers,” you try to negotiate with him, not wanting to let up on this.

“Exactly. It’s work. You shouldn’t be working when you’re sick,” he argues back.

“Why can’t I? You do it all the time.” Hm. Fair point.

“Yes, but that’s because my work saves lives. As in, if I don’t work, people can die. But I don’t want you stressing over some stupid piece of paper when you’re sick,” he grumbles, hoping that his reasoning can counter your argument.

You wave him off, ignoring his words, and he’s had enough. He picks you up and places you back onto the bed, tucking you back in and holding you down as he forces you onto the mattress.

“Listen here. The sooner you get better, the sooner we can finally cuddle in bed properly without me or you getting sick. And you need rest,” he points to your eyebags, that have grown very obious.

“No. Katsuki, I really need to get that work done—“

“No, you don’t. What you need now, is some proper sleep to clear your head.”

“I… fine. But only if you promise me that you won’t go to work when you’re sick too,” you’re clearly not letting go without a fight.

“What? That’s a stupid deal. You already know I’ll never agree to that,” he scoffs, almost even offended at the idea.

“Katsuki,” you shoot him a soft glare, “please.”

He hesitates, and after a few minutes of consideration, he gives in.

“Fine. But only because you asked.”

His words make you grin, and he smiles slightly at that.

“Do I at least get cuddles in bed?” You ask him, hoping for a ‘yes’.

“Are you trying to make me sick? No. You can tell me you love me, though,” he chuckles with a smirk on his face.

“Ugh… fine… I love you, Katsuki,” you give him a sweet smile, right before closing your eyes.

“Love you too, dumbass,” he mumbles, stroking your head as you fall into a deep sleep.

just a quick thought at the top of my mind, so i hope you like it :)

[zevlovor]

Can I ask for your thoughts about how Zevlor would react to Tav being surprised that his eyes are flaming but told him how it suited him because of his passion but it's just so beautiful too please?

Lovely prompt anon 🫶❤️‍🔥⚔️

Zevlor x Nadia (my Tav, Dwarven Female Cleric)

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Zevlor was sitting in his office with his right knee bent to rest an ankle on his left, wearing readers to look over some maps Nadia had crudely scribbled for him. She wasn't much of an artist.

"I think this is supposed to be the gate, right?" Zevlor pointed to a misshapen rectangle in the corner of Nadia's map with his clawed red finger. Nadia rolled her eyes with a smile.

"Is it that hard to tell? Yes, Zevlor..." she sighed with feigned annoyance. He could ask her questions all night if he wanted to, as far as she was concerned.

Zevlor and Nadia were up much later than they planned. Their original plan was to discuss battle strategies for tomorrow's stand against the goblins, but they kept getting off topic with incessant flirting. It was merely hours to sunrise at this point, so they were really trying to focus.

Zevlor removed his spectacles and set them aside with a tired smile. "I think we have a solid plan, Nadia. We found a safe place for the children, and everyone is well-armed." He looks down at the maps like an afterthought "..oh and the maps are incredibly helpful, as well. Thank you, my dear." Nadia chooses to ignore Zevlor's terrible lie and stare into his eyes.

It wasn't until Zevlor took off his glasses that Nadia got lost gazing into his flaming eyes. His irises burned in a blend of warm, bright oranges and yellows. She never noticed how they seemed to dance, just like the flame of the nightly campfires she found so much comfort in.

"Zevlor, your eyes... they are burning." She praised thoughtfully. Being that she was nearly a whole halfling shorter than him, she rarely got such a close look. Zevlor seemed unsure if Nadia's tone was a complimentary one.

"Ah yes... they burn like the Nine Hells. They must look very peculiar to you." He smirked shyly.

"Peculiar isn't the word I would use, Zevlor. No... I would say they are quite striking and beautiful. Like nothing I have seen before." Nadia gets up from her seat at the table to get closer to Zevlor's face and tilts her head in admiration.

Zevlor feels a bit uneasy, having her this close to him. Even after all the mutual flirting, feeling her breath just inches away was almost too exhilirating for him to handle.

"Why, thank you, my dear.." he murmurs, also just as captivated by Nadia's piercing gray eyes.

Nadia bravely raises her finger to brush Zevlor's right earlobe affectionately. "Your eyes.. they suit you, they really do. I can see the passion you have for your duty and conviction you hold for your people. It's breathtaking."

Zevlor's mind is racing. What can he possibly say to match such meaningful praise? He was used to people of all races and genders admiring him as a young soldier, but few had stopped to consider the meaning in his eyes or the resolve in his heart. Usually he was the one singing praises to his lovers. Nadia's words were... unexpected.

"Nadia, it means a great deal to me that you could find such beauty in these tired, old eyes." He wraps his hand around Nadia's, the one caressing his earlobe so longingly. Zevlor was a humble man with his own insecurities, but he knew when an interested woman was trying to court him.

Nadia's hand, just over half the size of Zevlor's crimson paw, trembled at his touch. She tried to be suave and confident all night to ease his nervous energy, but her facade was over with just the heat of his skin.

"I'm-I'm glad you can receive my words so graciously. I am merely being truthful" she stammered shyly, her heart pounding in her broad, ample chest.

Zevlor began admiring the chest before him, rising and falling so quickly at his touch. Before his manly desires took over, he ventured to gaze into her eyes once more. Much younger than his, but twice as tired. The poor girl needed sleep, especially if she was to defend his cause and live to tell the tale.

"Nadia, you have been... an absolute pleasure to spend these hours with." He reluctantly sighs, releasing her soft hand gently. "But my darling girl, you must rest. Your people and my people need you well." He brushes Nadia's cheek with his rough knuckles and drinks in her tired eyes once more.

Nadia tries to hide her disappointment, but visibly deflates at his suggestion, "Oh, yes... of course, I understand. Forgive me, Zevlor." she hurries to gather her things, but a firm, gentle pressure arrives around her wrist from Zevlor's strong hand.

"Darling, please wait. I would be remiss if I let you go without a proper goodnight." He releases his hold on her and instead gently caresses the hair that frames her round face. He knows in this moment that if he kisses those pillowy rose petal lips of hers, he won't be able to stop.

He sighs wistfully and plants an intimate, sweet kiss on her scarred, supple cheek. Nadia's face flushes in an instant and a bashful smile grows on her face. Perhaps, Nadia thought, this was the beginning of something very beautiful between the two of them.

"Goodnight, Zevlor. I will be thinking of your eyes as I sleep by the fire..." she bids farewell and saunters out of his chambers, off to rest for the battle ahead.

-

I wrote something more self-indulgent than usual this time... I really loved this idea for a scenario. Thank you kindly anon 🫶 please forgive my selfish drabble lol.

⚔️❤️‍🔥Krys❤️‍🔥⚔️

[randomingoftherandomness]

hello gab!! i love the way you fleshed out lizhuo's dynamic in the modern day. so much longing!! so much misunderstanding!!! I'm the one who made the ask and was so confused when zyc showed up when i asked for lizhou (li lun x zhao yuanzhou), then i remembered how common it was in this fandom to misspell zhuo and zhou 😭😭😭 i swear i can spell correctly. however, im still delighted by your work ans was very happy to read along anyway, no matter what pairing you write ❤️❤️❤️🫶🫶🫶

A/N: Oh my god... I am so, so sorry. This one is a thousand percent on my dumbass. Please blame this on my wrung-out brain that was already falling asleep when I wrote that in bed and my sometimes inability to read and process information correctly... Here. Have the correct one!

I am so sorry, Nonnie.

Your local spicy lemons peddler is an exhausted potato from all the irl work and Lunar New Year prep she is doing haha

--

Zhao Yuanzhou shifts a little in his seat and does his best not to bristle when the therapist drawls out a measured, "What an odd thing to say."

He resolutely steeples his fingers over his knee, ignoring how he can feel Li Lun's eyes catch on the glint of his wedding band with the motion. It's a defence mechanism at this point, and everyone in the room knows it, but Zhao Yuanzhou is petty enough today that he doesn't care when he sees the therapist begin to make little scribbles on her notepad.

"What about you, Mr Li? What do you have to say to what Mr Zhao just said?"

Li Lun scoffs, rubbing his hand over his lower face. His long lashes flutter when he blinks, frowning at the large floor-to-ceiling windows. "What can I say? If my own husband thinks me being a terrible husband is reason enough to divorce me--"

"I never said that!" Zhao Yuanzhou hisses. Irritation bubbling out of him in an unstoppable tidal wave of emotion.

"Then what did you mean--"

"This! You not listening to me, not hearing me! This is why we are divorcing--"

Li Lun snaps his mouth shut. Jaw twitching and he looks everywhere but Zhao Yuanzhou. He feels a small burn of despair at the knowledge that there won't be any progress being made today from this point on if not any more progress at all.

But as if living to be contrary, Li Lun speaks, low and soft, and for a hopeful second, Zhao Yuanzhou thinks he can see the man he married.

"I do listen. I do hear you. I'm listening when you tell me that you want to do more with your life when we enrol the twins in kindergarten. I hear you when you're telling me you want to go out and rejoin the workforce, that you want to start contributing to the household, and I am so proud that you want to."

Their therapist interjects with a tilt of her head. "I'm sensing a 'but', here."

Li Lun physically measures his words, sighing as he continues. "Is it wrong that I want my husband to have a comfortable life? Is it wrong that I want to have him take it easy, that because of his support, I can achieve the success I have in my career? That I want to let him relax and do whatever he wants without having to worry about money?"

"But this is what I want?" Zhao Yuanzhou says. Without hesitating, he bridges the space on the sofa between them, grabbing Li Lun's hand. "I chose to support you in your career back then because I wanted to. I chose to be the stay-at-home dad because I wanted to, and now I'm choosing to restart my career because I'm satisfied that all will be well when I do. I know you can support me and the kids, that we never have to worry financially, but I want this for myself. Can't you see that?"

Li Lun bows his head. Moved by a bright bolt of fondness and love that cuts through the simmering tension that had been building in their marriage since they started arguing about how Zhao Yuanzhou wants to go back into the workforce, he reaches out fully to his husband, tugging the big old fool into an embrace.

Strong arms wrap around his waist and he tucks a kiss to the side of Li Lun's head. Breathing in deep, relief fills up the spare spaces of his heart when he hears Li Lun murmur wetly into his shoulder, "I really don't want a divorce."

"I don't want one either. Why did anyone think we were gonna get one, is beyond me."

The thrill of the alarm signifying the end of their session has them slowly pulling apart. When they both turn to look at their therapist, she has a box of tissues held out to them, smiling knowingly. "I would like you guys to work on this. Start planning out what life will look like when Mr Zhao is back at work and Mr Li needs to pick up the slack a little at home." Closing the notepad on her lap, she nods at them and how they're pressed close to each other as if bereft to be parted.

"I think you'll both be fine. I have full faith in you."

[a-s-levynn]

If you'd like, could you draw any of the Tinys saying "thank you"? Words, signs, doesn't matter. I'd just like them to thank you (and by extension, everyone, really) for all the positivity and amazing art and ideas and consideration you bring to this fanbase, and how incredibly kind and amazing you are as a person. Even through the minimal time we personally have talked I've seen that myself, and it's part of why this fanbase feels like home sometimes. If this request is too much or maybe too overstepping for me, please feel free to ignore it, though!

I know you asked for thank you and i'm sorry for doing something else, but it felt more appropriate for the moment. In my defense i was not prepared to get emotional over a Tiny Token ask. Please allow me a moment to stop and talk a bit because.. i'm emotional.

All i'm doing here is to try, in my fumbling ways, to reflect back what i'm getting from all of you. However briefly we talk or if you just popped in with a tag or comment under something. It means so much more than i could ever express. I complain about bits of my life on the regular but just like all of you, there is a bit more going on in the background. I joke about being a sad wet cat of a person, but i'm pretty sure a few of you can relate to, in general, feeling disconnected, lonely and not terribly happy.

So every day, coming here, seeing all the funny and thought inspiring and jawdropping things everyone creates and shares and discusses genuinly is the highlight of most of my days for the past few months.

Seeing all the kindness and enthusiasm and understanding and acceptance and love people have for each other is so fucking heartwarming to see in the otherwise pretty bleak everydays i have lately.

So if i can make at least one of you smile with my silly little scribbles or with an enthusiastic comment, than that is already made it worth getting up that day.

So thank you. Thank you all for being the way you are. 🙏🏻🫶🏻

But most importantly never, ever any of you dare to forget even for a second that

[notsocheezy]

Brain Curd #336

Brain Curds are lightly edited daily writing - usually flash fiction and sometimes terrible on purpose.

Experiment in progress. Refer to case logs.

I went straight to the auditorium when the final bell rang. Wednesdays were rehearsal days, which meant Ocean and I were going to practice our lines. I had a bit of a bone to pick with her - she wouldn’t quit following me around everywhere, to the point of spying on me at least twice this week. She refused to stop before, but maybe I could convince her.

Who was I kidding? That was never going to work.

“Hey,” I said, frowning at her and I plopped my backpack on the floor with the others.

“Heyo,” she replied, deeply focused and scribbling on a notebook in her hand. Her tongue stuck out a bit from the side of her mouth.

“I asked you to stop following me…”

“Did I say I would stop?”

“No, but…”

“Then why are you so surprised?” She looked up at my face and studied it, squinting. She went back to the notebook.

“I shouldn’t have to debate you to get you to stop stalking me. Don’t make me get a restraining order or something.”

“Hmm… yeah, that would make the play pretty awkward, wouldn’t it?”

“Uh… yes?”

“Okay. Don’t worry about it then. I’ll make sure you don’t see me anymore except when you want to.”

Did that mean she was going to stop watching me, or that she was going to be less obvious about it?

Celeste scoffed. “You know what, Trevor? You ought to just get away from this girl. This whole play-acting thing was a bad idea from the start. Tell your Pops you got stage fright and quit.”

You were the one telling me not to lie, Celeste. What are you hiding?

“I’m not hiding anything. I just think it was wrong of me to make so many changes to your life all of a sudden. Irresponsible, really.” She put her hand over her heart. “It’s my fault.”

I rolled my eyes and sat down.

“It’s okay if you talk to her here,” Ocean said, still sketching.

“Talk to who?” I replied, feigning ignorance mostly for the sake of anyone else who might be paying attention.

“Celeste is her name, right? You can just talk to her. You don’t have to stand there quiet and try to think your words at her. Not around me, anyway.” She paused and listened to someone who wasn’t there. “But I don’t see the problem. Everyone is weird here.” She furrowed her brow. “I don’t know what that word means, Tracey.”

She was taking her own advice, I guess.

Celeste spoke with urgency. “Whatever you do, do not take her advice.”

I agreed on that point. I was intrigued by whatever Ocean was drawing, so I tried to take a peek. She responded by slapping my head with the notebook.

“Ow!” I rubbed my head.

“Don’t do that again.” Ocean scolded me. “This is my diary. It’s private.”

“Can I just see what you’re drawing?”

She glared at me.

“Please?”

She pondered for a moment. “Okay.”

She folded it back on itself and presented the page she’d been drawing on. It was a portrait, a very realistic looking one at that, of a woman. A woman who looked very familiar. Sort of like my mother.

“Who is that?” I asked.

“No one.” She replied, slamming the book shut. “Now let’s get started on these lines.” She handed me a stapled-together script, labeled with the name of the show.

“Hold on.” I scratched my head. “Why does this say The Wizard of Oz on it?”

“That’s the name of the play.”

“No, I thought we were doing Chitty Chitty Bang Bang?”

She looked at me like I was crazy, which was especially disquieting since she was easily crazier than me. I looked to Celeste for guidance - she was the one who told me what the play was in the first place, after all.

“Hey! Don’t look at me!” Celeste was defensive. “I didn’t pull the name out of my ass, I’ve got a poster right here.” She held up a sheet of paper, but I couldn’t read it. It was blurry, hazy, and a little translucent - more so than she was, that’s for sure.

“I can’t read that,” I replied, under my breath.

“Oh no…” Celeste took a deep breath. “Okay, okay, I should have seen this coming. I didn’t, but I should have. It’s bad news… very bad news… but it makes sense given what I know. Oh, I screwed up bad this time.”

“What’s going on?” Ocean asked, seemingly concerned for my wellbeing.

“I… um… it’s nothing,” I replied, flipping through the script. My lines were highlighted - I was the Straw Man. “I just meant the writing is really bad. It’s going to be hard to read this.”

“It’s not nothing!” Celeste asserted. “I think it’s a Mandala Effect!”

Don’t you mean -

“No, I don’t mean ‘Mandela Effect’. It’s a Mandala Effect, so named because of sand mandalas which are… oh forget it, I’ll tell you later.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Ocean asked.

“I’m fine,” I replied.

“Hm.” She pouted. “‘Fine’ is not the same as ‘okay’.”

“Whatever.”

“‘Fine’ is what people say when they aren’t okay but they don’t want to talk about it.”

“Then I’m fine.” I frowned. “Can we start rehearsing now?”

She nodded, but there was concern in her eyes. What right did she have to care about me when we practically met yesterday?

I took a deep breath and started reading aloud. “Gosh, Dorothy, you sure ain’t in Kansas anymore…”

Please comment, reblog, like, and follow if you enjoyed - I'd love to know what you think! See you again tomorrow.

[strelitzia-mystery1097]

The Amazing Digital Circus: Human Games

So I want to throw my hat into the ring of TADC AUs so... here's the start of an idea. Please tell me know if you like this! ^-^

Pomni pulled at her jester hat as she spiralled. This place was breaking her. Day after day after day after day. She's already lost so much to this damned digital circus and yet it still takes more and more from her until she abstracts.

The only remotely good thing that came out of this was her friends(?) that try to help in their own ways. Ragatha somehow didn't hate her after she left her for dead at the abstracted Kaufmo's hands (well he didn't really have hands but that's not the point). Instead she's the first to ask Pomni how's she's feeling. Gangle has been showing Pomni her art and excitingly explain about her favourite animes. Zooble lets Pomni chill out in their room when Pomni needs space to keep an eye on her. Kinger has invited Pomni on bug collecting adventures and occasionally a game of chess. Even f#&%ing Caine and Bubble have tried to be accommodating in their terrible but earnest way.

There is just one person who gets on everyone's nerves, including hers.

"Hey Jester, you mind jesting me?"

Pomni looked up to see the lanky rabbit learing over her. Jax was smirking and looking down on her as she's hunched into a ball near the stage. Everyone else is off doing their own thing so it's just them here.

"Can you just leave me alone for once?" Pomni asked as she lookedat her knees.

"And miss one of your entertaining spirals? I don't think so Pom-pom."

...

"Ha... ha ha... hahahahahahaha. HAHAHA... HA... I get it now." Pomni giggled as her mind unravelled slightly.

"Oh?"

Pomni stood up and looked at Jax with hateful pity.

"I'm fine with doing whatever. As long as I get to see funny things happen to people, that's what you said the day we met."

"Yeah? Congrats on remembering but I'm not following your blatant insanity." Jax said as he leaned back and tilted his head, curious.

"You need us. You would break without us."

Jax looked confused before he started laughing.

"Pfft! You really have lost your marbles! I don't need you nutcases for anything."

"You don't like Caine's games. Be being awful and seeing our reactions you stay sane. By causing real reactions from real people you become real."

"Isn't that a bit dramatic? If you're abstracting then can you buzz off because I don't want to deal with that."

"..." Pomni ignored him and just smiled with scribbled out eyes.

"Welp, enjoy your raging insanity. I'll go find someone more funny than you clown." Jax said as he walked away.

When Jax left Pomni had an idea.

"Would it be a bad thing to get Jax off of his f#&%ing high horse?... Nah."

Once Pomni had a clever idea she went to find Caine.

After calling out his name three times Pomni found Caine behind the curtains of the stage with Bubble.

"Ah! Hello Pomni! How is your permanent stay going?" Caine asked.

"It's... fine. Caine, can we talk? I have an idea for an adventure. "

"Of course Pomni! I'm all ears!"

"Not really. You're all eyes-" Bubble said before Caine popped Bubble.

"Yeah... so you are aware that Jax doesn't find your adventures very fun, right?"

"I... am aware of it. He gets quite bored or even destructive when he participates at times. You humans are quite confusing with how differently you all respond to my adventures."

"Well... I got something I want to try out that Jax might like."

"Gazooks! Pomni I haven't seen you be so invested in any of my adventures like this before! Now I'm dying to know what your amazing idea is!"

"Well, I think Jax is probably missing being human, so why don't we play some... human games. Let me explain..."

And that is it for now. Thank you for reading!

[thetarttfuldickhead]

Okay, gang, quick PSA to the nonnies in my inbox on this most aspicious eve of certain actors getting nominated for certain awards:

There’s a handful of asks sitting in my inbox and I’ll get to them all in due time, but for a little bit I’ll need to devote most of my scribbling time to this fic I’m writing in response to an ask I got right after the finale aired. Quick responses ain’t my style, but six week is stretching it even by my standards, so I’d like to get this done. (Also, I’m lowkey excited about the fic.)

So basically, if you sent me an ask, please be patient. I’m not ignoring you, I’m just a terribly slow writer with limited amounts of time, and if I ever want to get this fic done I need to focus on it for a bit.

[hollowfaith]

26. HEAL!

✧･ﾟ:* a comprehensive list of scenarios | HEAL :  for one muse to nurse the other back to health from a sickness or injury.

"...it appears to be symptoms of a common cold," Baizhu finished and started taking out his pens and parchment. "You say the patient was a child? Then I'll write up something milder for the dosage, and trouble you to deliver it to his mother."

"Thank you, doctor." Sitting across from him in a simple chair was a man with platinum blond hair and a pair of pale-gold eyes, one leg crossed over the other as he lounged in his seat. He was dressed impeccably neat in a three-piece suit with a longer jacket nestled over his shoulders like a cape—or perhaps, the mantle of a cloak, for his posture was certainly kingly.

If anything, the consultation room of Bubu Pharmacy seemed to be paying homage to a new monarch, with Baizhu reduced to the position of a his scribe. If he felt the change, he didn't acknowledge it, pen steadily scribbling the ingredients across the paper.

"The price will be calculated by weight," Baizhu declared when he was done. "I will have—cough!"

Perhaps the cool breeze from an open window was to blame; perhaps he'd simply turned too quickly and caught his body off-guard. In any case, Baizhu was forced to hastily excuse himself while muffling his coughs away from his guest. By the time he caught his breath—quite an understatement, considering the difficulty he had drawing in air at the moment—the tall, imposing man had risen from his seat to stand before the counter, one arm raised to offer him a clean handkerchief.

"Are you well?" he asked with concern even as a soft warning hiss came from the white snake around Baizhu's shoulders.

"Shh, it's fine," Baizhu soothed her, though Changsheng only raised its head until she was eyeing their customer and stuck out a forked tongue. "Please do not mind," his weak voice went on to address Aurelius, "It is a chronic ailment."

"That's quite unfortunate for a physician," his guest remarked even as he remained holding out his handkerchief.

Baizhu politely ignored it. "If you would just excuse me a moment." He needed to collect himself. "I'll ring for one of my assistants to collect the ingredients."

Where was the something he needed for these occasions—oh right, on the shelf behind him. Perhaps he would wait for the customer to leave before getting up to—

"Is it this one?" a velvety voice asked as the man reached over and above him to take down a certain bottle. "Forgive my impertinence. I saw you staring at it quite intently."

Baizhu stood up in surprise. "That's—"

It was a terrible mistake.

Vertigo assaulted his senses. He heard Changsheng exclaiming something unintelligible while his body swayed and fell sideways. Quite neatly, gloved hands caught him against a broad chest and held him still until his vision stopped spinning. The sudden headache that had flared up with his impulsive actions faded as well, reduced to a dull throb at the back of his head. A heavier weight around his shoulders made Baizhu look down to see his serpent companion had inexplicably fallen asleep.

"I regret that I cannot do much more than this."

Baizhu blinked. Then he felt the warmth from a hand placed behind his head and the soft, soothing energy that flowed into him from it, lulling his tense brows to relax.

"What are you..."

"I'm sure Klaus has spoken of our kind," Aurelius replied, easing Baizhu into his chair and helping it recline backwards so the man could breathe more easily. "It is in the nature of angels to heal where there is hurt."

“Pardon—you know Klaus?” Baizhu asked as Aurelius found a blanket and tucked him in, conscientious and caring. The other angel was quite the contrast to this man and his overbearing aura that allowed no resistance.

“We come from the same world. I heard that he’s been in your care.” Of a sort, since Baizhu had hired him to work here. “I thank you for looking after him.”

The phrasing of his words made Baizhu wonder about the nature of his relationship with the seraphim. “Klaus is a diligent employee,” he began and started to cough again. Oh, not the blood agai—

Silk came to cover his lips, catching the first splash of red even as a hand rested idly over his chest. More warmth flooded through the palm to fill his lungs, suppressing his urge to cough further. Before Baizhu could sputter out either thanks or apology, Aurelius was already wiping bloodstained lips clean with his handkerchief.

"Please don't overtax yourself,” he murmured good-naturedly.

“The prescription—”

“I trust your assistants can handle it in your stead.” The handkerchief was removed before the gloved hand went to brush stray hairs from Baizhu’s forehead. Then his glasses were taken away and his view of the ceiling replaced by the strange angel’s face as he loomed over him with a faint smile.

"You have very lovely eyes."

"It is fortunate then, that they are only the least appealing facet of your persona."

There was only kindness in his tone, but his wording sounded terribly suspect. Some long-buried instincts kicked in as Baizhu tried to sit up, but Aurelius firmly pushed him back down and rested a hand over his eyelids to ease them shut.

"Rest, doctor.” The melodic voice was a balm to weary spirits, while the overwhelming flood of warmth that Aurelius channeled into Baizhu’s head was enough to banish the worst of his pains in an instant, leaving him drifting in a soft, comforting space. “You are not my enemy yet.”

Baizhu’s thoughts drowned with his consciousness as he sank into peaceful sleep.

[dominicfikeenthusiast]

UNSENT LETTERS (PART 6) / MATT STURNIOLO

“old shoe box underneath his bed, filled with love letters”

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5

it had been weeks since you & matt have even spoken since that lacrosse game. no one even knows what happend. you’d seen him almost everyday, but did everything you could to avoid him. sitting as far away from him in class, hanging out nick anywhere but their house and not even carpooling to school with them anymore.

you’d felt terrible but everytime you saw each-other it was like a shared awkward state. you didn’t know what to say or what to do. it’s like your mind froze everytime you saw him. it didn’t help that nick and chris were persistent on knowing whatever the fuck happened.

you’d told brayden you just wanted to be friends. was that completely true? you weren’t even sure, but things were too complicated with matt to worry about another boy.

matt’s mood had been down for those weeks. his brothers were constantly worried about him. he barely was paying attention in classes or lacrosse practices. he hated not being able to speak with you, he hated the fact you were just ignoring him. “does she just hate me now?”rings through his mind every time he sees you. his journal was seeing even more of him now. constantly scribbling things about you, things he wanted to say.

“please talk to me, look at me, something”

“never needed you like i do right now”

“if i knew the consequence of my words meant losing you as a person & a friend, i would have never told you”

“nick & chris are constantly asking about what’s going on with us, but how am i supposed to tell them when i don’t even know?”

“i miss you”

“i notice how you fiddle with your necklace around me now, why do i make you nervous?”

“this wasn’t supposed to happen”

matt looks at his all of his notes. just from tonight. “this so fucking stupid and pathetic” he mumbled to himself. he got up from his bed, grabbing his car keys from the side table. it was the middle of the night, but he didn’t care.

matt was now parked in your driveway, he shot you a quick text. “you awake? i’m outside your house”

you yawned in your tired state, you were studying but were barely awake. your eyes flicked every word you read. you heard your phone ding, a text. matt? you ran out to look through your window, his car was infact parked right outside your house.

you didn’t even think to reply to the text, you just ran down the stairs not a care to the fact your parents might hear. you felt the cold breeze hit you. maybe it was bad idea to come outside at midnight in shorts & a tank top. you knocked on the car window, your body shivering somewhat from the chill, but mostly from nervousness.

matt impatiently waited for you, his leg shaking uncontrollably as he did. them he saw you read his text. most of him thought you would just ignore him, but a little part kept hope. as soon as he heard that little knock, a sigh of relief hit him. matt quickly opened the car door, his eyes glued on you.

“hey” you say, your voice soft but shaky.

·:*¨༺ ♱ ੈ‧₊˚ ✮ ੈ‧₊˚ ♱ ༻¨*:·

𝜗𝜚 - ps. this wasn’t supposed to be a cliff hanger, i just wrote too much on accident and had to stop 😭😭 also bye-bye brayden, sorry dude, you were just lowk just a chill guy 😕

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