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[merverelli]

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TOP GUN FIC RECS 5!

top gun fics that i’ve been reading and obsessing with over recently

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F: fluff A: angst S: smut

𖥻 - series /multi part

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JAKE 'HANGMAN' SERESIN

F + A: the longer that you stay, the ice is melting by @welcome-to-my-multiverse you have walls built around yourself from the hurt you had experiences in the past. jake breaks them all down.

F: dinner and domesticity by @sehnsuchts-trunken all you want after a long day at work is to spend time with jake.

F: sunshine by @call-sign-jinx you're jake's biggest secret in the best way possible.

F + A: abs sans brain by @sometimes-i-write-good you would think that the amount of time jake spends with his work friends that he'd rather spend date night with you alone

F + A: don't make the same mistake by @agentrose17 jacob seresin is a coward. to save himself the heartbreak, he runs.

F: the doll house by @honeybeedewdrops jake flew million dollar jets for a living and still couldn't build a barbie dreamhouse

A: a glimpse of us by @call-sign-jinx jake will forever be haunted by what happened years ago

F + A: who are you? + part 2 by @thewulf you move to fightertown in hopes of comfort from you aunt penny after you and your fiance break it off. in a sea full of naval aviators, you meet jake.

F: i caught you by @roosterbruiser jake will always be there to catch you

F + A: mamas (don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys) by @almostgenerallyalways you and jake have long broken up. he tries to reconnect every holiday season but you choose to ignore him. you can't quite do that when he's at your front door.

F + A: sleepy baby by @discount-shades 𖥻 if i weren't for you therapist, there was no way you'd be out late at night in a bar.

F + A: rescued + part 2 by @topgunslut you nearly drown by the beach but jake saves you

F: even if you lose it, it will find you by @lovestruckdeans though you and jake may have gone your seperate ways, you find your way back to each other.

A: what are we? by @andorskenobi four months of stringing you along and you were tired of it. you give jake an ultimatum.

F + A: perfect storms by @captainamericasmotercycle jake loves you because you're you. not because you're the admiral's daughter or whatever coyote wants to make you believe.

S: jealousy, jealousy by @seresinsbabe jealous of him and his coworker, you decide that it was your turn to make jake jealous.

F + A: i see myself with you by @penwieldingdreamer you meet jake again, this time, he dons a khaki uniform.

F: boyfriend material by @beautifultypewriter you and jake had a thing. if you were on a bad date, you'd text him and he'd show up, sweeping you away.

F: roadside assistance by @lostdreamr-blog1 your car breaks down in the middle of the road and you have no choice but to call your last resort for help.

F + A: it only feels this raw right now by @teamhappyme your time with the navy has come to an end while yours with jake is only beginning.

F: sittin' on the dock of the bay by @theloveoftoms a day on the beach with jake seresin.

F: brave by @arson-tm you are the only person jake shows his true self to.

F: your carriage awaits, sweets by @lazypeachsoul jake loved you so much. so much so that he'd willingly carry you home when you're drunk off your mind.

F: coffee for mrs. seresin? by @birdy-bat-writes jake orders your coffee for you. when your order is called, you're utterly surprised.

BRADLEY 'ROOSTER' BRADSHAW

F: pretty in pink by @roostersforevergirl if rooster wants to join his daughter's tea party, he must dress the part.

F + A: the parent trap by @averagewriter-inthedark you and rooster crashed and burn. despite the relationship ending, something beautiful bloomed from it. in a mutual agreement, one will grow up with you while the other rooster.

F: hold my hand by @wannabeschyulersister it's mav and penny's birthday. you somehow find yourself riding a mechanical bull.

F: bradley and the bump by @justmyheart bradley lets his girl know how much he loves his other girl.

F: beautiful by @eyesthatroll you can see glimpses of carole in bradley

F: mary's song by @risriswrites bradley bradshaw is hopelessly in love with his best friend. if only she felt the same.

F: i'm obsessed with you by @simpforrooster jake can't bear to see rooster pine over you for a single second longer

A: till death? by @cherrycola27 you meant what you said in your wedding vows that you'd love bradley till death do you part.

F: my reward by @susanripper rooster doesn't know how to tie a tie. now, you can't let that happen can you?

F: picture in my pocket by @worldofheroes if there's anyone who would understand what you feel, it's rooster

F: a little pinch by @tongue-like-a-razor it's time for your daughter to have her shots but it seems like rooster is more nervous than she is

A: trainwreck by @callsign-cree you knew that you and rooster were too good to true. it was time you finally confirmed it.

S: short stack by @spacecaravan something about you making him breakfast makes rooster insatiable for you.

S: return the favor by @sonofarathorn being a dad was a good look on bradley.

F: beautiful boy by @aestheticpearl baby bradshaw has a nightmare, something bradley can relate to too well.

F: i'm goin' for a run by @feralforfrank rooster wants to say goodbye before going on his run

F: a wedding to remember and a proposal to come by @sehnsuchts-trunken during mav and penny's wedding, you and rooster realise that maybe a wedding of your own was in the cards.

ROBERT 'BOB' FLOYD

F: baby. on. board by @mymamalife baby on board has his own baby on board

F + A: one beer + just another day in paradise by @lgg5989 having a baby at a young age was not part of yours and bob's plans.

F: do we have to? by @auroradawnwrites unlike bob, all you want to do is stay home.

JAVY 'COYOTE' MACHADO

F: in which it’s far too cold for your liking, but Javy can think of a few ways to warm up by @spidervee

F: the waiting by @rae-gar-targaryen javy knows that you're more than capable of doing things yourself but can't he just pamper his pregnant wife in peace?

F: cancelled flights and beignets by @siempre-bucky javy's flight home is cancelled. you make beignets to cure some of his homesickness.

F: the first 'i love you' by @demxters you didn't need javy to tell you he loved you for you to know that he did. so when he finally said those three words, you weren't surprised.

NICHOLAS 'GOOSE' BRADSHAW

F: you know why by @thewhiskersonkittens it didn't matter that you had a jerk of an ex, goose proves that he's twice the man he could ever be

[starry-nights-garden]

Ateez as Types of Kisses

✧ Ateez all members x gn!reader ✧ genre: fluff ✧ warnings: a bit suggestive in some parts

Hongjoong:

kisses filled with adoration

like, of course your boyfriend would kiss you with adoration, but at times where he’s reminded of just how much he loves you, he’ll take it to the next level

the way he looks at you, wraps his hands around yours, the way he tells you hushed words of love just before leaning in…

presses his lips against yours so softly, yet with so much passion that you think it’ll sweep you away if it wasn’t for him holding you in place

behind every touch and every movement there’s so much care, and at the same time his kisses ignite a fire within you like only he can

whether that fire turns into a comfortable warmth or a spark of something else depends on the situation, but he for sure will leave you breathless and feeling very loved beyond all else

Seonghwa:

caring kisses

the type to feel like it would be a waste not to pour his feelings for you into every single kiss

of course he won’t become overwhelming with it, he knows how to control it in tiny doses, but still you can unmistakably feel the emotions behind his kisses

he’ll make sure you can feel just how much he cares about you with every time his lips are pressed against yours, or against a spot elsewhere on your body

loves scattering kisses all over you at certain times, taking it slow so he could properly convey to you just how perfect you are to him

will comfort you with a gentle kiss whenever you need him by your side, and even when you’re not in need his kisses are always there to remind you that he’ll protect you no matter what

Yunho:

kisses that feel like home

there’s nothing that makes him feel warmer inside than to welcome you in his arms after a long day, pulling you into a hug and connecting his lips with yours unhurriedly, but without hesitation

and his lips feel so perfect on yours, like that’s where you belong and like they’re a place you never want to leave

but you have to part eventually, and instead of leaving you waiting and longing for more, Yunho will immediately notice the way you’re still staring at his mouth

chuckles about it a little, but he won’t waste much time that could also be spent kissing you again

though he’s the one holding you so safely, you can now feel him melting against you, warmth engulfing the both of you as your lips linger on the other’s, wishing you could stay like this forever

Yeosang:

forehead kisses

whether it’s him giving them to you or the other way around - he loves forehead kisses and hopefully you do too!!

but i mean… what’s not to love about the way he leans in, blushing and feeling a bit shy, before leaving just a chaste peck in the middle of your forehead, only to pull back and smile at you like you’re his whole world?

loves cheek kisses too, and in general likes to give you small pecks wherever he can reach

butterflies going wild in his stomach if you do it back, and even more so if you surprise him with a spontaneous kiss on the cheek or nose or wherever

so pure about it too, and can’t stop grinning to himself because of how much he loves you and how much you make his heart race

San:

deep kisses

the type of kisses where you know exactly what you’re getting yourself into if you don’t tear yourselves apart after a few 

that’s just the thing with him, it’s all or nothing, and if you’re already starting to make out there’s no way he’ll have it in himself to stop anytime soon

can’t keep himself from pouring all his feelings for you into his kisses and the way his hands are holding onto you or dancing along your body

his heart racing and the need to feel more of you rising, all he sees is you in that very moment

and even when it’s just a soft kiss that he’s sharing with you, he somehow still manages to put a lot of meaning behind it

smiles at you after like he’s never loved anyone like this before, and will definitely blush when you go in for another kiss

Mingi:

chaste kisses

he’s a bit shy about all kinds of physical affection, especially when you first start dating, and would never ever kiss you in front of someone else

is more comfortable with taking things slow and needs a lot of reassurance along the way, so it’s only natural he’d be a bit timid with his kisses as well

but the way he leans in to place a clumsy peck on your cheek makes you giggle, and when he presses his lips against yours it warms your heart because you can feel how much this guy loves and trusts you

actually prefers simply hugging you and holding you close to kissing most of them time

but if you ask him for a kiss he’ll be filled with joy and will carefully grant your wish, taking the time to savour the taste of your lips

Wooyoung:

neck kisses

of course he likes kissing you on the lips just as much, but he’s a big tease and so neck kisses are his favourite go-to

will actually give you welcome-home kisses on the neck instead of on your mouth 

the type to use his position when hugging you from behind to the fullest by letting his lips ghost above the skin on your nape to tease you, simply because he wants to hear you whine about how he should kiss you already

but even during more serious situations, like when you’re in need for comfort and he’s simply holding you with his arms securely wrapped around you he’ll opt for neck kisses because at this point that’s just your thing

will pour all his love and care for you that he doesn’t know how to better express into his kisses then, and the way he nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck might even succeed in making you smile

Jongho:

feathery light kisses

he’s a bit shy about physical affection too, so very often he’ll simply give you a peck on the lips, on your cheek, or wherever he can reach 

hopes you still know what he’s trying to convey with his chaste kisses, and that the lack of boldness is in no way equivalent to a lack of love for you

but even when he does kiss you properly there’s a certain lightness to his touch, whether that’s while brushing his lips against the back of your hand or pressing them onto your mouth firmly

can’t help but smile into the kiss when he feels you returning it, but eventually he’ll become serious

likes to simply rest his forehead against yours and just enjoy having you close afterwards, and if you pull him in for another kiss a while later, he can feel his heart soar and will certainly not let go of you for however long you’re sharing slow kisses with each other

[llamagoddessofficial]

Have you ever done a full Mafiatale au for the boys? Not just Hit but MF Sans, Red, and Skull?

OUP

Just three mafia guys. Lookin for love.

Sans: Pretty lies.

... Maybe you like that. Maybe you like that he gives you something gentler to believe. Maybe you like that he washes his hands before he ever gets home. Maybe you like that he tells you he's a boring banker, he never lets you even suspect his darker side, he never smells of dust or gunpowder. He just offers you comforts, normalcy, love... he just wants to keep you safe. His eyelights look harmless, his grin looks soft. Who, him? In the mob? Look at him, darling, he can barely tie his own tie before work without you. What a silly question. Let's go get Grillby's.

Sans will do anything to keep his darling safe, and in the dark. His love language is lies.

Red: If Sans is pretty lies, Red is the scary truth. He despises the thought of lying to the one he loves and he makes no effort to hide how dangerous his life is- he flaunts it, he wears it on his sleeve. Being with him is flashy and exciting... but no matter how gentle he is with you, it can still be damn frightening. Especially when you, as his partner and a new member of his family, get a front-row seat to just how violent he can be.

With him, there's a lot to fear. But you'll never have to be afraid he's hiding anything from you. Red is the only one you could actually reasonably leave, if you really wanted to; as heartbroken as he'd be losing the love of his life, he understands if his life is too much. If you genuinely expressed a desire to return to normalcy, he'd do everything in his power to ensure you were free. You'd never even catch a glimpse of his world again.

Skull: ... He has the dirtiest hands of the group. As much as the other skeletons like to posture, everyone has heard the stories about Skull... and everyone gives him more than enough room. No matter who you're affiliated with, you simply don't fuck around with Skull.

... He loves intensely, and he loves forever. But he hasn't got the confidence to truly pursue, because he's terrified of scaring you. He really believes that nobody as lovely as you could ever be anything other than horrified at his attentions. His bad habit of trying to buy love often shines through- constantly giving pretty things whenever he believes his looks, words (and worth) fail him. Outfits, jewels, access to exclusive places, anything and everything to do with your hobbies. He tried to approach you, and you looked frightened? Enjoy three month's rent already being mysteriously paid off.

His hope is that if he piles enough nice things on you, you'll be too distracted to think about leaving him. He's not exactly got the ability to sweep you off your feet... but he's not got the ability to ever let go, either.

[alxtiny]

Forever you are my star | Choi San x reader

Synopsis: where you take san to visit the stars

Pairing: choi san x reader

Genre: fluff, comfort

Word count: 1k

Warnings: -

Notes: aaahhhh I’m usually on time but this time unfortunately sickness over took me 😔 I apologise for the late birthday present. Happy (late) Birthday Sannie

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The sun had just set, casting a warm glow over the cityscape as you hurriedly made the final preparations on the rooftop. You glanced around your rooftop, ensuring everything was in place.

The fairy lights were strung delicately around the rough edges, casting a warm, ethereal glow. A telescope, that you had begged your brother to lend to you, pointed up towards the heavens. A cosy tent with fluffy blankets and pillows was waiting for the two of you. Snacks and drinks were neatly arranged on the small table you had dragged up with Wooyoung’s help, and the cake was hidden safely inside the tent.

Byeol had made her presence well aware too and was already exploring the area, her tail flicking curiously as she inspected the new setup. You smiled, imagining San’s reaction. Everything was perfect, and all that was left was to bring him up.

You checked your watch. It was almost time for San to arrive home from work. You had texted him to ‘be dressed cosy’ while he waited for you to return home, which being so cryptic obviously intrigued him. Your heart pounded with excitement and a touch of nervousness. This night had to be perfect.

You made your way down to your apartment, where San was lounging on the couch, scrolling through his phone. He looked up as you entered, a curious smile playing on his lips.

“Hey, what’s with the text you sent?” San asked, tilting his head, his imaginary cat ears standing high.

“You’ll see,” you replied with a wink. “Come on, I have a surprise for you.”

San’s eyes lit up with curiosity as he stood, following you to the door. You led him up the stairs to the rooftop, your heart racing with anticipation. As you opened the door, the fairy lights cast a soft glow, and San’s eyes widened in awe.

“Wow,” he breathed, taking in the sight. “This is amazing! Did you do this yourself?” His eyes twinkled as he looked at you.

You watched as he stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over the setup. Byeol meowed happily, winding around his legs. San crouched down to pet her, a soft smile on his face.

“I may have had some help. Happy almost-birthday, San,” you said, stepping beside him. “I wanted to do something special for you.”

San straightened, turning to you with a look of pure affection. “I really couldn’t have expected this. This is incredible.”

You blushed, feeling a rush of warmth. “I wanted to show you how much you mean to me. How much you’ve grown and matured over the years.”

San’s eyes softened as he reached out, taking your hand. “Thank you. That means a lot.”

You led him to the telescope, positioning it so he could take a look. “I thought we could do some stargazing. The sky is supposed to be clear tonight.”

San peered through the telescope, his face lighting up as he spotted a cluster of stars. “This is perfect, my love. It might’ve been just what I needed tonight.”

You both settled onto the blanket spread out on the rooftop, Byeol curling up beside you. The night air was cool and crisp, filled with the gentle hum of the city below and the occasional rustle of a breeze. You passed San a cup of hot cocoa, and he took a sip, sighing contentedly.

“I like us in this moment, we should do this again,” he said, looking up at the sky. “I’ve always loved the stars. They make you feel so small, but in a good way, you know?”

You nodded, leaning against his shoulder. “Yeah, they’re humbling. And beautiful. Just like you.”

San chuckled, a soft blush coloring his cheeks. “You always know what to say to make me feel special.”

You turned to him, your expression serious. “That’s because you are special, San. You’ve come so far, accomplished so much. And I’m just so so proud of you.”

San’s eyes met yours, filled with emotion. “I couldn’t have done it without you. You’ve been my support through everything.”

You smiled, reaching up to cup his cheek. “And I’ll continue to be. I hope we can grow older together, face whatever comes our way.”

San’s hand covered yours, his thumb brushing over your skin. “I hope so too. I can’t imagine my life without you.”

The minutes passed in a comfortable silence, the two of you gazing up at the stars. As the clock approached midnight, you brought out the cake, placing it between you. The candles flickered in the gentle breeze, casting a warm glow over San’s face.

“Make a wish,” you whispered as the clock struck twelve.

San closed his eyes, a serene smile on his lips. As he blew out the candles, a shooting star streaked across the sky, leaving a trail of shimmering light.

San’s eyes widened, wondering if this meant his wish would come true, “A shooting star,” your whispers pulled him out of his thoughts, “ I never thought I’d see one.”

San smiled seeing the awe on your face, and the way the stars reflected in your eyes.

You shared a slice of cake, feeding each other bites between laughter and soft whispers. Byeol purred contentedly beside you, completing the perfect picture.

The night stretched on, filled with quiet conversation and the occasional glimpse through the telescope. You talked about your dreams, your hopes for the future, and the journey that had brought you here.

As the stars began to fade with the approaching dawn, San turned to you, his expression filled with love. “Thank you for tonight. I’ll never forget it.”

You smiled, feeling a sense of fulfillment. “We will have many more nights under the stars, and many more memories together, you know.”

San leaned in, his lips brushing yours in a gentle kiss. “I know, I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you too,” you replied, your heart full. As the first light of the morning kissed the horizon, his wish already did come true, San thought. This was home to him, and this was his little family.

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DISCLAIMER: THIS IS PURE FICTION AND NOT RELATED TO THE MEMBERS OF ATEEZ IN REAL LIFE PLEASE DO NOT TAKE IT SERIOUSLY

[ming-sik]

worldbuilding is like drawing backgrounds in that the main obstacle people have to it is conceptualizing worldbuilding and story as two separate parts of the story when the worldbuilding of a book is quite literally part of the story. the elements of the world that are established by the plot are worldbuilding, characters' backstories are worldbuilding, and the different forces that affect the narrative are worldbuilding. it is apparently really tempting to dismiss all wordbuilding criticisms as nitpicky or just say that i shouldn't have expected any better, but the reason i'm irritated that ascendance of a bookworm's linguistics are underdeveloped is that it affects the story, since the ancient language which is a major plot point becomes incredibly vague and unsatisfying because the languages of YS are simply not developed enough for it to be a load-bearing narrative element. this is also why i actually don't care if the fanbooks explained my complaints, because i know better than anyone that if you're good enough at spitballing you can just keep making excuses forever(even if those excuses make things worse), but even if an explanation was invented at some point, the worldbuilding of the actual story is what matters because that's really no better than saying "sure, the dialogue is bad, but the author wrote some extra dialogue that kind of fixes the pacing issue. it's in a fanbook that was written after the series was finished and there's no specific place in the actual books where it fits".

and also, most importantly, i judge worldbuilding not by its depth but by its quality. i am a reasonable man. i love akyaku reijou tensei oji-san to bits and its worldbuilding is thin as tissue paper because they establish exactly what they need to for whatever plot point to work and nothing else, but because the introduced elements do actually support the narrative and comedy i have no complaints! the one within the villainess' world is set up for a single hero to sweep it, but that plays into the story's theme of this world being a video game set up for a single protagonist to sweep so it's the differences that are interesting, and the main strength of the story are the character dynamics which are facilitated by the worldbuilding. i don't know why all of you fucking hate worldbuilding so much, personally i find it fun to learn how the world around me works and think about how aspects of it might work in a different world, but i don't actually need to be condescendingly told that AoB isn't meant to have the most watertight worldbuilding ever. if the worldbuilding was only what the story needed to move forward BUT those elements were interesting, cohesive, and thematically satisfying, i would not be hating. but they're NOT. despite banking so hard on random worldbuilding elements, everything in AoB is so poorly developed that nothing that ever hinges on a piece of worldbuilding feels narratively satisfying and not like it was pulled out of the author's ass just now.

but finally and most importantly, i don't fucking care if Kazuki had fun, why does the story contain not one but TWO evil foreign nations(one of whose etymology is "STINGY GREED") and zero other mentioned countries with the Ahrensbach commoners who share a border with Lanzenave being so unfamiliar with them that they exclusively call them "foreigners" and are relieved that they're "purged"? Why do they kidnap noblewomen as breeding slaves? It can't be that YS' view of them is inaccurate because it's repeatedly stated to be objectively true in universe because the worldbuilding of AoB just has it that Lanzenave is identical to a middle eastern stereotype country. i don't give a fuck about logistical explanations for this worldbuilding, the result is that it is xenophobic, and i think our protagonists enacting THE PURGE OF LANZENAVE at the action climax where all the greedy rapist drug lord warmongering foreigners are turned into slaves is conceptually bad.

this is BAD. i am CRITICIZING AOB and saying that it is a BAD STORY because this aspect MEANS THAT THE STORY IS BAD. i understand that i tend to phrase things neutrally but i am making a VALUE JUDGEMENT that this is a PROBLEM.

[zentriii]

Most of the time? Atsumu's just a guy who acts before he thinks. Doesn't think before he acts. However that saying goes.

What feels good? What's easiest? What does he want?

Those aren't questions he writes down like life's an exam. They're simple urges that guide his actions during a typical day. He’s not a fan of overthinking the details.

He's been doing well enough for himself, so why fix what's not broken?

Unfortunately for Atsumu, there are times when this goes around to bite him in the ass. Covered in flour and three seconds away from screaming, well, he's shaking his fist at his past self again.

He sets the bag down onto the counter and peers in- great. Just what he was hoping for, there's not enough left.

Atsumu kicks the small pile of flour that was making itself comfortable laying on his feet and puts his thinking cap on. He’d wallow for a bit, but it’s too late at night for him to feel frustrated for long. It’s already half gone, slipping through him like a ghost. What's next?

Staring forlornly at the spilt four, he knows he has to throw it out. Sure the floor looks clean, but he hasn't swept in a week or mopped in. Actually, he's not finishing that thought. In too long's good enough.

He quickly sweeps up and takes a wet cloth for the bits that were left. Atsumu didn’t have the energy to chase the stubborn line the spade leaves behind forever. The recipe called for two cups of flour and he knows from just the look of it, there's not enough left. Fuck.

Alright so he needs flour. That's his solution. Unfortunately, it doesn't come with any steps he's willing to take.

Atsumu can feel the flour under his clothes, there isn't a damn way in hell he's going out in public looking like a hot mess. And honestly, it's the middle of the night. The clock above the stove helpfully supplies the time and puts the final nail in the coffin, 4:23AM. Even if there's a place open, it's nowhere near close enough. Not only would their PR manager have a fit if he got caught, he'd get clowned on by everyone until the day he dies for it. His friends and family don’t need that sort of ammo on him, they’ve already got enough as it is.

Atsumu shakes some of the flour out of his hair, if he's lucky one of the college students across the hall should be awake. It's midterm season, if his brother's grumbling over their last call is reliable. He stares mournfully at his apartment’s door. Hopefully the friendly one answers, because he's not looking forward to explaining himself to the one with the death glare.

The one with the death glare opens the door because of course the gods were laughing at Atsumu, of course they were. The words he had prepared die on his throat but thankfully Tall, Dark, and Brooding doesn't give the silence time to become awkward.

“Can I help you?” Grumpy-san asks, attempting to incinerate Atsumu with his eyes alone. Sadly for the poor guy, Osamu's been trying to do the same since the moment he came out of the womb, Atsumu's immune.

“D’you have any flour by chance?” Atsumu asks sheepishly, playing up the charm. He gestures vaguely to the mess on himself, “I kinda had a bit of an accident in the kitchen.”

“I can see,” The man drawls, not giving Atsumu an inch.

“What do you even need it for at,” he glances at his phone, “four-thirty in the morning.”

The Man with Moles glares at him, like he's a ten year old inconveniencing his teacher by asking to use the washroom.

“I'm baking cookies, would ya like some when they're done?” His voice is saccharine and his smile fake. Atsumu hopes his neighbour doesn't take him up on the offer. Who would want to spend more time with a guy that looks like he could make you shit yourself if he tries? So obviously, the hot stranger agrees.

“Are you going to poison them?” He asks Atsumu, and interrupts before he can answer, “Actually no, I don't care. They just better not taste like shit.”

He slams the door in Atsumu's face, which, rude, but gives Atsumu a chance to process what the fuck just happened. Ah well, a few cookies is a small price to pay, maybe he could even weasel a name out of Eye Bags for Days, it’s getting tough to keep coming up with names for him. A small part of him is offended at the lack of trust in his baking skills, but he’s aware of how he looks right now. Atsumu wouldn’t trust a stranger in sweats, knocking at his door at ass-o-clock, asking for flour cause he got it all over himself.

The door opens as abruptly as it closed, and a container of flour finds it way into Atsumu’s hands, damn, Curly Hair works fast. “Don’t come by again for another 10 hours at least. Good night.”

With that he nods a goodbye and Atsumu still feels stuck reeling. His Ma raised him with manners though, even if he deigns to ignore them most of the time, so he chirps a quick, “Thanks! Ya saved my life.”

His gratitude is sincere, his words, less so. It doesn’t matter much as his fellow insomniac’s eyes are bleary with sleep. Glaring must be exhausting. He grumbles something Atsumu can’t pick up, and closes the door, Atsumu takes that as a courteous you’re welcome or anytime, even if he’s not tired enough to actually believe it. The guy should’ve spoken more clearly if he didn’t want people putting words into his mouth.

Still mostly dusted in flour, Atsumu walks back to his place. A little lighter with the container of flour weighing him down, a little nervous to see the man again, a little annoyed at his curt responses. At least he’s interesting, Atsumu can’t stand boring people. He’ll just overlook the guy’s prickliness as sleep deprivation, he’s a kind guy like that.

updated vers on ao3

[psychedelic-ink]

* i do not give permission for any of my works to be copied, reposted or translated (without my knowledge)

TV SHOWS & MOVIES MASTERLIST

PPCU MASTERLIST.

🔮 personal favorite || ☔️ smut || 🤧 angst || 🧁 fluff || 🩸 dark content

Fuck It I Love You ☔️

pope's his best friend, he shouldn't get jealous when you talk to him– he really shouldn't. But how can he not when you've been turning a blind eye to all of his all the flirting he's been doing for the past month?

Wonderful Tonight ☔️

It's your birthday and Dave's running late, Frankie tries his best to distract you.

Be There ☔️

you think frankie might leave you just like everyone else, he proves otherwise.

Save Tonight (feat. santiago garcia) ☔️

frankie comes with you with a proposal that you're eager to accept.

Tag, You're It ☔️

once a month you and frankie play a game.

I Fall Apart ☔️

frankie's just having one of those days where he wants to be taken care of.

'tis the damn season ☔️

you've been crushing on your handsome neighbor for quite some time, but even if you've made your intentions clear, it doesn't seem to get through to him. However that all might change when his flight gets canceled and the two of you spend the holidays together.

Fruit, So Ripe ☔️

Frankie eats fruit. That's it. That's the plot.

All Our Candles Are Burned Out ☔️🧁 (feat. dieter bravo)

dieter needs helicopter lessons for an upcoming role and santiago finds you the perfect man for the job.

There Was a Wonderful Pleasure (feat. dave york)☔️

you've been having a stressful time, Dave and Frankie provide an excellent way to comfort you.

Fictional Death 🧁

you have trouble sleeping after your favorite character's death. luckily frankie is there to help.

Sweet Thing ☔️

taboo au + "i'll be your dirty little secret, if that's what you're into."

you were seventeen when Frankie became your stepbrother, but no matter the title, he never felt like a brother to you, going off to college right after your father remarried. But no matter the circumstances, he was still off limits. Years pass and when he returns from the army your relationship with him is even more strained. You end up settling for the second best thing instead, his best friend. Everything seems to be going fine until Frankie stays over and Santi needs to leave for work.

Writers' Iron Chef #10: Dreaming of Chandeliers 🧁

The interviews for the live in nanny job are a nightmare, luckily the next applicant, Frankie Morales, sweeps in to save the day.

Call Me ☔️

Frankie's away and when he calls you, you're reminded of how he has the filthiest mouth.

Forever ☔️

“You like it when I call you pretty?”

You moan out a broken “yes” falling out of your lips as you feel Frankie’s soft lips skimming down your stomach to your soaked pussy. His large hands pin your hips down to the bed, you moan at the way his blunt nails dig into your skin. 

My Drug (feat. jack daniels) ☔️

Your gaze follows his, Jack’s looking at you both, a wide grin spread across his handsome features as he lazily strokes his cock. A bead of precum disappears under his palm. You whine, slick dribbling down Frankie’s length as he mercilessly pounds into you. 

Only for you ☔️

Frankie wants to watch you touch yourself.

Do you feel it? ☔️

Frankie thinks you're beautiful.

MILLION DOLLAR MAN | SERIES 🤧☔️ (frankie morales x fem!reader x agent whiskey)

Two years had passed since your break up with Jack, a fellow Statesmen agent. But everything re-ignites again when Champ asks you to go San Francisco to investigate the disappearance of multiple women across the country and, sadly enough, agent Malibu. While doing anything with Jack is chaos enough, you also run in to another ex, a man that actually showed you kindness and someone you thought you could spend the rest of your days with that is until he started asking too many questions about your job, Frankie Morales.

[bigimotikwriting]

The Future They Shared - Part 3

Master Post

"Hidaka-san? You have a... visitor?"

Yumemi paused in the middle of dressing after her post-practice shower.  Who could that possibly be?

Quickly throwing on the rest of her clothes, she tried to wring the water from her hair at the same time. Hair still damp, she grabbed her bag and headed out to the front of the school, Ichiko following closely behind.

She stopped in her tracks.

In the middle of the school courtyard, was Munto.

She blinked a few times lest her eyes deceived her, yet the image remained, his elongated form towering over the rest of her team mates who were staring as they passed by towards the gates.

"Yumemi," he said, walking over and taking her by the hand, seemingly unbothered by the rampant gaping.

Ichiko stepped in before Yumemi had a chance to respond. "It's good to see you again." Her words might have been congenial, but her stance was best described as a pose known by fathers everywhere as 'What are your intentions towards my daughter?'

Yumemi forced her way into the conversation. "Ichiko, could you tell Suzume that I won't be able to make it to our lunch date? I'll have to go another time."

She pulled Munto towards the school gates with a wave to Ichiko, who gave her a thumbs up in return. "We'll chat later!" Then she led him out onto the main street.

Once the school was out of sight, she stopped and faced Munto, her face immediately flushing from being so close to him. Then she noticed his grace countenance, and all her embarrassment dissolved.

He rubbed his thumb gently over the back of her hand. He shifted on his feet, took a deep breath, and let it out shakily; his anxiety hung in the air. To be so discomposed was unlike his normal proud confidence.

"What is it Munto?" she took his other hand. "Do you need help? I am happy to lend you my power if you need it."

These words of encouragement appear to give him the push that he needed, and he opened his mouth to speak as a car passed close by them. Startled, he shot her a nervous grin. "Could I bring us somewhere a bit more private?"

Her heart jumped in her chest as he carefully wrapped her in his arms before soaring into the sky, and she immediately shot her arms around his waist. They drifted up to the clouds, across the gardens, past the palace, and into the forest.

Here the leaves were too big and the colors too saturated, at least compared to the plants familiar to her. They continued to fly until Munto dropped them down by a lagoon nestled against a cliff wall. Flowers and moss skirted the perimeter of the water while trees with sweeping fern leaves hid the secret spot from prying eyes.

Yumemi ran up to the crystalline waters: the gem-like stones of all sorts of different colors caught the light. Before the delight could get away from her, she remembered the task at hand and settled on a nearby rock.

Munto dropped down on one knee so that his eyes were level with hers. "There are troublesome times ahead as our lands learn to live together once again. I will need your light to guide me as I guide my country out of centuries of darkness."

He gripped her hands tightly as the rest of the words tumbled out. "Yumemi, come with me: be by my side."

This was a proposal, wasn't it? Granted, the Heavens probably had differences when it came to the institution of engagement and marriage, so she couldn't be sure. Maybe she was jumping to conclusions. What if he didn't mean it that way?

"Do you mean as an advisor?" She asked, although she knew the answer as soon as the words left her mouth.

His expression didn't change. "No, Yumemi. I want you to be my partner in life, the queen of my heart and country for now and forever."

Thousands of questions and concerns bubbled in her mind, yet her answer rang out clear and true.

"Munto, I can't."

The confusion and disappointment showed in his eyes, and she carefully explained. "I have many things I need to do: go to school, get to know my classmates, take my entrance exams, and figure out what I want to do with my life."

She remembered her mother's words about children and responsibility. "I have only recently learned how to protect my own spirit. I am not ready to bear the responsibility of protecting and supporting another. I will one day, but not yet."

Munto released a great exasperated sigh, with a melancholy smile, but his gaze was gentle and fond. "I thought you might say that."

He released her hands and pulled out a small box. "Do you have the ring I gave you?"

Without a sound, she reached under her collar and pulled out the necklace, which got snagged on her hair.

"Allow me."

He leaned forward, bracing her against his chest as he freed the strands of her hair. The last time she had been pressed against him so closely, she had seen visions of the past of the Heavens. No visions this time - only the heavy beat of his heart.

When he pulled away, he kept the ring in his hand. "For millennia, the ruler of the Magical Kingdom receives a symbol from their predecessor and reforms that entity into whatever shape has the most meaning to us, thus carrying the essence of our ancestors through the generations."

"My father transformed the symbol of his predecessor into two rings." Munto opened the small box that contained a second ring made of woven golden threads. "He wore one of those rings until the day he returned to the akuto and the other he gave to my mother."

He let the light glint off the gilded surfaces of the rings. "Although tradition dictates that I should forge a new shape for myself, I want to leave them in their current state as the only tangible mementos I have of my parents."

Yumemi didn't dare breathe as he let his hands drop into his lap. "I gave you my father's ring as a token of my sincerest appreciation for your help in saving my home. Since then, I have reflected on what you mean to me, and I would like to propose an exchange."

He delicately extracted his mother's ring and placed it into her palm. "I understand that you have a life that you want to protect. In respect of that, I would like to give you this ring as a token of my affection. Should you decide you cannot see yourself in my present or my future, you may return the ring, and I will harbor you no ill will."

Yumemi contemplated her words carefully, suppressing the giddiness that welled up inside of her.

The return of such a gift - and all the accompanying implications - would be painful for them both. At present, her future was unlimited with opportunities, and committing to a relationship could pose a threat to some of those many futures open to her.

"Munto, let me see into your heart."

It was the only way to check.

He seemed taken aback for a second before smiling softly. "That is your way, isn't it?" He placed both rings in the box and tucked it away in his overcoat. Then he nestled her softly against his chest.

Yumemi closed her eyes as his emotions washed over her. The hint of sadness from the rejection was overwhelmed by unclouded resolve and warm affection. He had no expectations of a promise - simply a love and desire to protect her.

She opened her eyes and slowly broke from the embrace. Munto met her eyes once more, searching for an answer.

"Will you accept the ring?"

Yumemi smiled. "I will."

[myriadxofxmuses]

💋 - belinda and oscar (hi it me from @pcrfectillusicn )

@thccraft from X

The small horde had been unexpected and Oscar nearly died trying to avoid separating. He was forced to abandon his mission to keep them together and shouted out a rendezvous point. He could only hope she'd heard him - the undead closing in and forcing him away before he could make sure. Oscar wasted no time luring as many of the undead away from her as possible as he headed off in the opposite direction of their meeting spot. Once he was sure the horde was far enough away he made a break and headed off to find Belinda.

While he and Belinda may not have seen eye to eye on a lot of things, but that hadn't meant he hated her. It was quite the opposite in fact. Well not at first, but the longer they traveled and survived together, the more he'd grown to enjoy her company. And it wasn't until he longer had her by his side that he realized just how much he had needed her presence.

The trek to the abandoned gas station felt like forever. His mind continually wandered over whether or not she would make it back. Oscar hadn't been this distracted since before the outbreak. Then after it hadn't been this occupied since losing Emily - and god only knew where she'd ended up, the siblings sans contact for months now. He made it to the building and did a sweep before heading inside.

Empty.

Fuck!

He couldn't be alone. Not now. Not yet. She would make it back. She had to. Panic began to settle in his veins the longer time ticked on without any sign of Belinda. He routinely checked the windows. Looked out the back, securing over and over the exits. He paced just outside the front door. Still no sign of her anywhere.

The sun had begun to set when he caught a glimpse of movement in the nearby woods. His breathing stilled. His heart pounded in his ears and the world around him seemed to freeze. His gaze remained tunnel focused between the tress where he'd spotted it. Could it be?

A second flash of movement and he was out the front door of the station. "Bell?" he called out just loud enough for them to hear, his steps slowing to a stop at the treeline. His hand rested at his knife, at the ready should he be wrong about what he was seeing. As soon as she appeared from within the woods, relief washed through him. He wasted no time in closing the gap between them, pulling her in for a grateful hug now that she was safe and back with him.

He quickly looked her over, searching for any scratch or bite that might take her away once more, his hands coming to rest at the sides of her face. Before he could stop himself he pressed a hungry kiss to her lips, uncaring as to how he would explain his actions.

[suiseisyojo]

a promise of bentos.

「morisawa chiaki x momoe ushio // ushiaki」 ↳ commission for @paracosmiia ! wc: 1596 a/n: thank you for commissioning me, miia! your ryusei red is on the way!

Ever since that day, Ushio always remembered the first time she prepared a bento for Chiaki—the way the skeins of sunlight gleamed on her petite frame and seemed to cheer her on as she tentatively pried open the gymnasium doors, peeking inside to discern the basketball club all hard at work.

Chiaki appeared so exalted as his gaze settled on her, brown irises twinkling in a way that she had never seen before as he rushed over to her in a heartbeat; as if he couldn’t bear the thought of not being by her side the moment their eyes met.

It was like a scene in a shoujo manga, the way his trembling fingers brushed against hers with such tender care—the pair of them breathless from the gesture from the other.

But, above all else, Ushio could still vividly hear Chiaki’s voice as he effusively declared his gratitude. “Th-This is for me? Oh my god!! Ushio, thank you! I’ll cherish it and keep it forever—oh wait, it’s food,” he boisterously laughed at his own gaffe, before his voice tapered off into a soft, almost abashed hue, “I’ll savour every bite. In exchange, will you make me another one someday?”

And now, a year later, Ushio found herself with another bento tucked into her bag; the box enveloped within a cloth parading colourful patterns to reflect Chiaki’s vivacious personality. Never mind the fact that she rifled through a plethora of designs until finding the perfect one⋯ and the extra money she had to spend to secure it.

Ushio held onto her bag cautiously, a protectiveness exuding from her movements as she sauntered outside of ES’ main building in search of the recipient of her affections. With a gentle regard sweeping across the pavement, Ushio spotted Chiaki easily.

It seemed kismet was showering her in benevolence today, and she didn’t squander another second as she ambled over to his crouched form. “Chiaki-san,” Ushio called out to him, cheeks already emanating warmth from the thought of what she was about to do—of gifting him the fruits of her toil. “Are you busy?”

Swarming at Chiaki’s feet were a multitude of birds, chirring joyously as they hopped around him, and he tilted his head up to look at her. “Ushio, hey!” he greeted her, letting her make out a plastic bag brimming with birdseed in his hand, “I fed one of these little guys earlier and now they’re all attached to me. I think they want to thank me!”

At Chiaki’s high spirits, a smile curved on Ushio’s lips. “Thank you? And get more food by the looks of it,” she quipped with mirth, incapable of suppressing the chortle from overflowing as his guise contorted in betrayal.

“You think so?! Ahaha, well, that’s okay too!☆” Chiaki rolled the joke off his shoulders, an effervescent laugh following his retort. He continuously spread out birdseed; which only seemed to make even more birds flock over to the promise of food. “Even if they’re only after food, I’m still helping them. And what more do you need than that?”

Ushio couldn’t stop her smile from stretching wider, his sentiments so true to him. “You’re right! Right now, you’re probably their biggest hero,” she mentioned, pointing out how they chirped in appreciation.

“Do you want to feed them, too?” Chiaki asked, holding out the plastic bag to her.

Eyes widening at the thought, Ushio didn’t hesitate to accept the bag from Chiaki; flattening down her skirt underneath her as she crouched down next to him. “I’d love to,” she whispered, the idea making her eager.

Slowly, Ushio pulled out a cluster of birdseed and began to scatter it onto the ground before them. “Just like that~” Chiaki grinned, peering over at Ushio as they huddled close together to approach the birds as favourably as possible.

The two of them were retained an iota of space between them, the propinquity making Chiaki’s head swirl with heat and awkwardness; yet, even so, he couldn’t pry his eyes off her—how her cheeks glowed with hotness and a sense of jubilation.

“They like you, Ushio!” Chiaki remonstrated as he gesticulated to how the birds twittered excitedly, jumping up and down off their little legs. They wanted more seed; more nourishment for their growing bodies. Yet she looked uncertain of herself at that moment, trying to hand the bag back as if she didn’t want to take away from Chiaki’s bird feeding experience. “Go on. I don’t mind if you empty the bag.”

Truthfully, Chiaki also simply wanted to luxuriate in this sight a little longer. Of Ushio smiling as the birds venerated her as if she was their hero. It made his heart flutter in his chest, sending a rush of exhilaration and warmth through the fissures of his veins.

“Thank you, Chiaki-san⋯” Ushio breathed out, her mind already forgetting what she came here to do in the first place. “They’re so cute, aren’t they? I’m going to feel really bad when we finish the seed.”

On a detonation of elation, Chiaki unintentionally got closer to Ushio—to the point there faces were only inches apart and the tips of their noses grazed each other’s. “We can always come back!” he reassured her, eyes sparkling.

Ushio’s countenance burst with white-hot embarrassment as she realised a single movement from either of them would make them kiss; and if you looked closely enough, you could practically see the copious wisps of steam emitting from the poor girl’s face. “Y-Yeah, we can⋯” she trailed off, lips parted and quivering, “b-but we’ll never kiss in front of them, okay?”

The way Ushio said that, so enticingly shy and yet still trying to deflect with wit, made Chiaki gasp—and he pulled back hurriedly, his own cheeks becoming florid. “I-I wasn’t?! You’re right, we shouldn’t?!” he spluttered, vocals double-crossing his rationality.

Ushio was teasing him, just slightly, and yet he reacted so strongly to her words. It was so cute; so, so cute. She loved that about him⋯ although she didn’t vocalise such thoughts to him.

“O-Oh, wait, that reminds me—didn’t you need me for something?” Chiaki abruptly asked, trying to divert the topic away from this flustering theme. “I’m sorry, I got sidetracked.”

Shaking her head, Ushio finally laid out the final bits of birdseed; and the two of them promptly stood up to their full heights. “I-I wanted to give you this⋯”

When Ushio had first given Chiaki a bento, her fingers were shaky and unsteady. Right now, her heart was still hammering just as much as that day⋯ assailed by feelings of discomfiture and trepidation that she wouldn’t be received well.

She was always an overthinker, after all.

But as she pulled out the bento from the confines of her bag, Ushio’s fingers were imbued with a new strength she cultivated alongside her time with Chiaki and the rest of RYUSEITAI—as their relationship blossomed more and more each day since then.

“A bento?” Chiaki drew in his breath as surprise overtook his features, yet it was clear how exultant he was over the idea.

Nodding her head, Ushio held it out to him. “Yeah, it’s been a while since I last made you one; and you’ve been working really hard lately, so I thought⋯”

Placing his hands over Ushio’s fondly as he clasped onto both her and the precious bento, Chiaki beamed. “I’m so happy! Ushio, your cooking is the best!” he praised her with heaps of sincerity redolent to that very first day. “Thank you!!”

“You’re welcome,” Ushio meekly murmured, the words ‘anything for you’ tingling on her glossy lips as she felt him tighten his grip over her.

There was a pause—Chiaki refusing to let go of her just yet as they stood together—and the birds were already flitting about and moving on with their lives as they pecked away the vestiges of Chiaki’s and Ushio’s solicitousness.

“You know,” Chiaki began, eyes glimmering with ruminations, “you’ve been working really hard, too. Can I⋯ make you a bento next time?”

“Do you even know how to cook, Chiaki-san?” Ushio curiously inquired, head tilting as her short hair cutely descended with her motion and making Chiaki even more nervous at how irresistible that was.

“I don’t,” Chiaki answered veraciously, squirming and averting his gaze as a feeling of self-consciousness overwhelmed his entity.

“I could always teach you—I think it’d be fun, and then we can eat whatever we make together,” Ushio smiled, patently growing excited over the idea just by speaking of it.

Vehemently nodding his head, Chiaki’s grin was unbridled with euphoria. “It’s a promise!” And just like that first time Ushio made him a bento, Chiaki had a pledge etched on his heart he’d do anything to keep.

[omake]

“Why is Taichou suddenly so obsessed with feeding the birds?” Midori groaned, lamenting his entire existence as he watched his leader scattering more and more seeds onto the ground with a pitifully overzealous visage.

“Apparently Ushio-san and him promised to feed them together but he wants to increase his affinity with them before they do in order to impress her!” Tetora elucidated, although for poor Midori it still didn’t make any sense. “He’s been doing this every day for the past week.”

Peeking furtively behind the pair as they all watched with a morbid, rapt attention, Shinobu piped up, “I think it’d be best to leave Morisawa-dono behind for now⋯”

The other two nodded their heads in solemn agreement, silently gyrating on their heels to abandon their Ryusei Red⋯⋯ so he can continue his quest to befriend the birds.

[baby-xemnas]

GIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNN MY ANGEEELLLLL YOU LOOK SO FINEEE MY RATTY POCKET WEASEL WHO LOOKS LIKE HE WOULD MUG ME 😍😍😍😍😍 YES YES YES JUST HOW I LIKE HIM MWAH MWAH

SO THRILLED HE LOOKS SO GOODDDD. SANJI THINKING NO NO THE GIN THING WAS JUST MY IMAGINATION. UNTIL GIN WALKS BACK INTO HIS LIFE FRESH AS FUCK TO WIN BACK HIS WOMAN AND SANJI IS LIKE OK.... OK HANG ON A SECOND IM THINKING ABOUT SOME STUFF JUST HANG ON

made a joke with my friend that he used to look like a broke junkie to someone who has plenty of money for drugs. ok king

AND PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

holy fuck its so crazy he looks so fucking awesome need him to sweep sanji off his feet (jk u know he would be all :DDDDD SANJI SAN♥♥ or at least thats how i want it) forever a mega simp

[darcyxelainexanthony]

Introducing Darcy

( ZENDAYA COLEMAN . CISWOMAN . SHE/HER ) - the chicago resident , ( DARCY ANTHONY ) , was heard blaring ( DON’T SAVE ME / CHXRLOTTE ) this morning . the ( TWENTY-SIX ) year old is a ( GHOST HUNTER ) in the city & has lived the ( EAST ) tower for ( TWO MONTHS ) . since being here , they have been told to be ( - SELF-CRITICAL ) , but also ( + CURIOUS ) , i guess we'll find out soon !

MUSE INSPO:

PINTEREST || SPOTIFY (coming soon)

BASIC INFO:

Name: Darcy Elaine Anthony

Age: 26

Faceclaim: Zendaya Coleman

Birthday: August 12, 1998

Hometown: San Diego, California

FAMILY:

Father: Mitchel Anthony

Mother: Elaine Anthony

Sister: possible wc on the main to come

APPEARANCE:

Height: 5'10

Hair: brow, curly (visual of how it usually is)

Piercings: 3 ear piercings (reference)

Tattoo(s): simple ghost on her wrist

BIO:

TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of death, fire, grief, depression

Darcy was born and raised in San Diego, California, eldest daughter of Mitchel and Elaine Anthony. The Anthony's were a happy little family and they were well known in their town since Mitchel was the chief of police. Darcy and her sister bickered often, but siblings fighting over petty things was the only bad thing in the Anthony household.

Darcy was an adventurer when she was younger and even is now. She loved going out and finding things to do, people to play with, and new places to explore. She had a group of friends in high school who would always smoke together and explore abandoned buildings near their town. It was fun and they seldom got in trouble since Darcy's father could kind of sweep things under the rug. Things like, her breaking and entering said abandoned buildings.

Darcy and her friends had plans for the future and promised to be together forever, but a few nights after their high school graduation, there was a fire at one of their houses, and one friend, Knox, didn't make it. It was devastating, and while the rest of their little group mourned and grieved together, they eventually went their separate ways.

Darcy had always felt like they were invincible, so to be faced with mortality like that really hit her hard. She dealt with depression afterwards and she had already decided to take a break between high school and college, but she had plans to travel but she stayed home instead of doing her plans.

It was one night that Darcy was home alone, that she swore she heard the voice of her friend, Knox. Darcy had heard stories of ghosts and people speaking beyond the grave, but she never really put much thought into it. But she could never explain how she so clearly heard her friend's voice.

Darcy's family didn't believe what she heard and thought it had to be something easily explainable, but from then on, Darcy decided she would do whatever she could to prove that ghosts were real. She bought all the equipment she needed, she did research on places that were supposedly haunted, and she went out to ghost hunt. Sometime during this, she made her own YouTube channel where she would film her ghost hunts, traveling all over America to find her evidence.

Since reading up on some haunted locations in and near Chicago, Darcy moved to Marina Towers and she's going to find her proof, as well as prove that Marina is haunted itself.

[lenbryant]

LONG POST: L.A. River. We hate this concrete trough until it saves us from catastrophic flooding.

(LATimes) The unloved L.A. River just prevented a flood disaster. Can more of its water be saved?

By Hayley SmithStaff Writer 

As intense atmospheric rivers become more common in a warming world, so too do questions about stormwater capture in Los Angeles. Each year, when rain pours down and the L.A. River roars back to life, Angelenos want to know how much of that water is being captured and stored — and how much is washing out to sea.

The  monster storm that hammered Southern California this week dropped billions of gallons of rain, but as much as 80% of that water was whisked into the Pacific Ocean, experts say. 

For residents who only recently were asked to conserve unprecedented amounts of water, such a loss can be confounding. But capturing rainfall is only one part of the L.A. River’s job. It is also a flood control channel that is critical to protecting lives and properties when stormwaters surge. 

“It’s a delicate balance between capturing that water for beneficial use later on and keeping the public safe — making sure that people can get to work and that children can get to school,” said Kerjon Lee, a spokesman for the Los Angeles County Department of Public Works. 

Indeed, without the Los Angeles River and other local channels such as Ballona Creek, more of that stormwater would have ended up in streets and neighborhoods. The waterways were channelized nearly a hundred years ago in response to devastating regional flooding.

March 2, 1938: Remnants of a destroyed Southern Pacific Railroad bridge are submerged in the roiling waters of the Los Angeles River, in a photo taken from North Figueroa Street.

(Los Angeles Times)

Once a free-flowing waterway, the L.A. River flooded repeatedly as the city was developed. A 1914 flood caused an estimated $10 million worth of damage; the L.A. Times reported that the city was “in the grasp of swirling water.”

On New Year’s Day in 1934, a storm once again unleashed torrents from the San Gabriel Mountains. The river and its tributaries swelled, inundating communities around La Crescenta and claiming dozens of lives and houses.

And in 1938, a great deluge changed the city and its river forever. Engorged by two back-to-back storms, the waterway roared as flows reached the remarkable rate of 99,000 cubic feet per second. Water soon poured into low-lying areas from downtown to Long Beach, sweeping away more than 5,600 structures and killing more than 110 people.

In response to the $78-million catastrophe, the people of Los Angeles called for greater flood control measures, and the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers began encasing the channel in concrete. Experts credited the work with preventing floods in 1969 and 1980, when the river saw even higher flows than it had in 1938.

In that regard, Reznik said, the system “is working as intended.”

March 2, 1938: Drains could not keep up with rain filling streets in downtown Los Angeles. 

(Los Angeles Times)

Most of that comes through groundwater recharge, or opportunities for water to spread and seep into aquifers. Public Works also maintains 14 major dams in the mountains above L.A., as well as five others operated in conjunction with the Army Corps. During the summer, water is released from those dams into spreading grounds for percolation.

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The maneuvers are a dance “between flood protection and stormwater capture,” according to Lee. “We want as much capacity as possible in those dams to capture the water and try to hold it up there in the dams for as long as we can, without threatening lives and property downstream.” 

The Los Angeles River near downtown.

(Mark Boster / Los Angeles Times)

In 2018, voters approved Measure W, a tax aimed at capturing and cleaning more stormwater before it reaches the ocean. That initiative, later dubbed the Safe Clean Water Program, allocates $280 million annually to stormwater projects, including those geared toward reducing asphalt and hardscaping that prevent water from seeping into the earth.

A report on the program last year found that its progress has been slow, with about 30 acres of green space added across the 3-million-acre county in the first three years. 

“Having 90% of runoff heading down the L.A. River isn’t good from a water supply — isn’t good from a pollution, isn’t good from a public safety — standpoint,” Reznik said. “And so I think that’s where we’re going to really have to ask some hard questions about how we can do a better job.”

Los Angeles imports the vast majority of its water from other places, including Northern California, the Owens Valley and the Colorado River. But as drought and warming make those resources less reliable, the need for local supplies has never been more critical, Reznik said. 

Stormwater surges from an outfall pipe into the Los Angeles River in Long Beach. 

(Don Bartletti / Los Angeles Times)

That’s a problem, because most of California’s water systems were built for “hundred-year” storms, or rain events with a 1% likelihood of occurring, said Anne Lynch, a civil engineer and water management expert with GHD, a consulting firm.

“We’re living off of our grandparents’ investments in our water infrastructure,” she said. “It’s time for us now. We’re all going to have to pay for the future, to address climate change and the degradation of our existing systems as they reach the end of their useful life.” 

The good news is that L.A. has the funds to make good investments in stormwater capture, she said.

Measure W includes a variety of efforts to “find ways to incentivize people to put permeable pavers in their driveways and just do different projects all over the L.A. Basin,” Lynch said. “We’re kind of taking it in small snippets, but all of that manages to capture flow, recharge it to the groundwater and also helps with seawater intrusion and a whole host of other things.”

Measure W has seen some success, such as the East Los Angeles Sustainable Median Stormwater Capture Project, which is helping to infiltrate approximately 7.1 million gallons of runoff in the Rio Hondo watershed near Montebello. The project also provides above-ground improvements, such as jogging paths, trees and drought-tolerant landscaping. 

County officials said it could take three to five decades for Measure W to reach its goal of capturing 300,000 acre-feet, about 98 billion gallons, of water annually. But during last year’s remarkably wet winter, the county exceeded expectations and captured 628,508 acre-feet, according to Public Works. 

The Los Angeles River flows fast and muddy in February 2023. 

(Brian van der Brug / Los Angeles Times)

There are other regional projects underway, including new spreading ground facilities from the Los Angeles Department of Water and Power, “which will all be contributing to the groundwater locally and future drinking-water supply in Los Angeles,” Martin Adams, the general manager, said during a news conference this week.

The Metropolitan Water District of Southern California, a massive regional wholesaler, has also been monitoring flows from the storm, according to spokeswoman Rebecca Kimitch. Although the MWD does not directly manage or store local runoff, its 26 member agencies typically capture about 1.1 million acre-feet of stormwater each year, she said. About 500,000 acre-feet are sent to the ocean. 

“On average, about half of that flow to the ocean happens over three days of the year, during large storm events like this,” Kimitch said. “During such storms, the flows are so fast, it can be difficult to capture, and the priority is flood control.” 

The latest atmospheric river parked itself over Southern California on Sunday and delivered 60% of L.A.’s average seasonal rainfall in just three days, according to the National Weather Service. Downtown L.A. received a total of 8.51 inches Sunday, Monday and Tuesday — its second-wettest three-day run since official records began in 1877. The highest three-day total was 9.21 inches, during the 1938 flood. 

This week’s storm left a trail of chaos, including freeway closures, submerged vehicles, landslides and evacuations. The L.A. River raged; videos show swirling brown water roaring through the channel. On Monday afternoon, the Los Angeles Fire Department rescued a person who was swept away in the river’s rapid waters. 

“The banks of the river are not — and I repeat — are not the place to be during the storm,” Chief Kristin Crowley said during a news conference Tuesday. “The L.A. River is full and will continue to flow with high intensity today.”

Yet the river has largely held —  absorbing the near-record precipitation from the storm, thanks to extensive preparations, drain clearing and dredging of debris, officials said. Still, some expressed concern that it can be pushed only so far.

“The system can handle multiple atmospheric rivers, as long as they have some spacing between them,” Dena O’Dell, a spokeswoman for the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers, told The Times. “When they are back-to-back without a break, the system could be tested.”

While the county is investing in stormwater capture, such investments are in a race against upstream development that is creating more impermeable areas and increasing flows — not unlike the conditions that led to the floods in the last century.

The Los Angeles River, near Atwater Village, on Monday. 

(Ringo Chiu / For The Times)

“It’s a really good sign that we’re not doing things just for one benefit anymore,” she said.

For now, however, there are billions — if not tens of billions — of gallons of runoff that are not recharging aquifers and are continuing to pollute waterways and pose health and safety threats, Reznik said. 

If L.A. can continue to reduce storm flows by creating more green space, “it sort of becomes a win for everybody,” he said.

In other words, capturing more stormwater from the L.A. River would have the dual benefit of keeping more people safe and saving them more water.

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ARTIST BOOK DISPLAY OCTOBER 2023

Fine & Coarse Aggregate #1 : Concrete Poems. Derek Beaulieu. San Diego, CA: Poems-for-all. 2018.

The Curtain Sweeps Down. Erdem Taşdelen, Nihal Yeğinobalı. Montreal, QC: Self-published. 2018 9x10 Artists' Book & Zine box set. Trevor Powers. Florence, MA: Self-published. 2018.

Proverbs of a She-dandy. Lisa Robertson, Charles Baudelaire. Vancouver, BC: Morris and Helen Belkin Art Gallery; Paris, FR: Libraires-éditeurs. 2018.

Unsettling Settlers: Intervention. Golboo Amani. Ontario. 2017.

Unbroken Record: Electronic Communication, Forever Undigitized. Steven McCarthy. Falcon Heights, MN: Self-published. 2014.

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Steven Spielberg has always been less a filmmaker than a force of nature. There is something so elemental and iconic in the fabric of his work, especially in blockbusters that don’t so much unspool onto a screen as burst straight off the celluloid to sweep you up in 2 hours of transcendent, cathartic adventure, that any other director remains at a loss in trying to understand, let alone recreate, such a magic potion. It was 30 years ago, a week shy of my high school graduation, that I saw Spielberg’s version of the Michael Crichton novel “Jurassic Park” at a sprawling, old school movie house in San Luis Obispo called The Fremont. It was a packed house, with a 1000 people filled to the brim and running over with an excitement bordering on ecstatic giddiness, and what sprang to life onscreen became more than just a fun night at the movies. It became something we experienced in our bones, as if living inside the picture itself, feeling the joys and terrors of the story right along with its characters. 

I saw the film 4 times that week, and while that may expose my bonafides as a dork, it also speaks to the effect it had right out of the gate and forever after. I have a particularly fond memory of going with most of my senior class to see it on “ditch day,” after we had all gotten sunburned at the local swimming pool. It was an adventure that gifted us with things we had never seen before, but in a way that wasn’t bloated and empty like later spectacles that tried to build on its success (including ALL of the inferior and unnecessary sequels). Instead, it was smart, funny, light of foot and legitimately terrifying all at the same time. Shot with effortless dazzle by the great Dean Cundey (veteran of many John Carpenter and Robert Zemeckis films), cut by the inimitable Michael Kahn (who later that year edited the film Spielberg was shooting when “Jurassic” came out, “Schindler’s List”) and of course scored by everyone’s genius grandfather John Williams, Spielberg’s film still hums with so much wide-eyed wonder and white-knuckle terror that you will swoon all over again. This feeling is at the core of his great gift as a storyteller, that intuitive, uncanny ability to orchestrate an emotional experience that verges on sorcery.