#yes i edited this post after hitting Post to put him at the top with his cheeks out

[hballegro]

mk here's a selection of things i sent to my friends while watching quantum leap today

i have more but tumblr has a 30 image limit.

these are actually in reverse order since i was scrolling up to see them

[in no particular order the episodes screencapped or mentioned are; Miss Deep South, What Price Gloria, Running for Honor, A Song for the Soul, Private Dancer, Another Mother, and Liberation]

i will now do my homework. it is 8:28. we dont have to talk about how i started watching stuff at around 10 this morning. we dont have to talk abt me watching 10 and a half hours of quantum leap. its fine

[luvdsc]

TIFU by getting hit by a car over labubus that i was trying to get for the girl i like.

a broken arm is temporary. labubus (and winning your affection) are forever.

pairing :: lee donghyuck x reader genre :: comedy, fluff ⋮ friends to lovers au word count :: 4,751 words warnings :: haechan gets hit by a car but it's not graphic playlist :: the cutest pair (regina song) ⋆ buy me presents (sabrina carpenter) ⋆ buzz (niki) ⋆ soft spot (keshi) ⋆ everything i want (beabadoobee) author’s note :: happy new year, honey bees !!! here's another f2l fic, like is anyone surprised at this point? happy 4 year friendversary (plus 4 days) to moon and me, it'll be 5 years on april fool's with lana, and luvdsc officially turns 6 on the 8th !! ily all sm and thank you so so much for all the support and love these past 6 years, honey bees ᥫ᭡ ↳ part of a nonsense christmas: reddit edition collaboration series.

i. if you were a wise man, (you wouldn’t put your life on the line for bug eyed dolls)

r/TIFU

u/ifyouseekamy-yn3435 • 1d

TIFU by getting hit by a car over labubus that I was trying to get for the girl I like

I (24M) was trying to rush to be first in line at the Popmart grand opening and arrived at 11 PM the night before. The girl I like is really into Labubu and Dimoo, and the new store will be fully stocked, first come first serve. I got in line and was fifth in waiting to get into the store. But before that, I had to sit in my car until midnight when people started lining up outside the mall entrance. It got too rowdy though, so the security guard yelled for everyone to go back to the parking structure. Obviously, people slowly inched their way back to the entrance again after pretending to leave, so I made sure to nab a spot by hiding in the bushes closest to the mall doors. Finally at 8 AM, they let us inside and I sprinted into the mall past almost everyone else. I secured the goods (have a seat set, exciting macaron set, wings of fortune, happy halloween party, fall in wild, flip with me) and happily made it out. This was going to be the best Christmas present for the girl I like, and therefore increase my chances of her saying yes to a date. But there was someone driving at way more than 15mph in the mall parking lot and with no care for stop signs and pedestrian walkways. So they ran over a few orange cones before coming to a stop after hitting the biggest speed bump aka me. Now I’m left with a broken arm, a couple bruised ribs, and hopped up on pain meds in the hospital on Christmas day with nothing else to do except post on reddit

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farts-and-minecrafts205 • 16h did you secure the goods tho ??? are they ok ??

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ifyouseekamy-yn3435 • 13h Yes right when I saw the car coming, I made sure to lovingly cradle the labubus in my arms. I didn’t let them hit the ground even after I was in the fetal position in the middle of the parking lot and my ribs acted like their airbags ➥ Reply ⥣ 1.7k ⥥

smoothkriminal423 • 12h thank god the resale prices would go down if they got scratched

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ifyouseekamy-yn3435  • 3h gtfo of here fake ass mj stan ➥ Reply ⥣ 452 ⥥

T1NF01LH4T323 • 1h when you got hit, did you go hee hee or goofy’s chuckle ➥ Reply ⥣ 1.1k ⥥

0rgasm-d0n0r813  • 9h can I have the labubus she doesn’t want

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pissrevolver1122 • 3h reselling labubus here!!! pm for prices 

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ii. baby you would drop, every other ho ho ho, and put me on top

Lee Donghyuck is down bad.

Actually, let’s circle back to that. He is utterly, horrifically, astronomically down bad. There is no other way to describe the situation unfolding in front of him right now because why is he letting you sit at his desk in front of his prestige, top of the art gaming set up, complete with the comfiest gaming chair, matching keyboard with rainbow lighting and teddy bear keycaps, and a personally customized Acer Predator Orion 7000 PC with a miniature arcane Jinx figurine inside it?

Meanwhile, he is seated on the edge of his bed, precariously balancing your MacBook covered in Sailor Moon and Nanami stickers on his knees and fighting for his life as he dodges attacks from Samira and Leona, quickly putting up a shield on his Lulu. Sure, it was stupid to play as Lulu when he’s in the dragon lane, but in his defense, he wanted to try a new AP setup and thought Mark would be a better support than this, what with the obscene amount of money he spent on all those Seraphine skins. If Mark had spent even half the amount of hours as the amount of dollars he blew on those skins, he would be doing better than 0:3:0 within the first five minutes of the game.

“Mark, dude, are you trying to lose on purpose or have you always been naturally gifted at sucking ass?” Donghyuck grits out between his teeth, his fingers moving across the keyboard at top speed, not even sure if his friend can hear him through his wired Apple earphones since he has so graciously let you borrow his top tier headphones, too (Maybe it’s for the better though. He has a permanent dent in his hair on the top of his head because of them).

You don’t even need the headphones. He has turned off the voice chat option for you because you didn’t need to be hearing the absolute scum that comes from the average league player anyway (Not that you would. Mark has been getting the brunt of it from the rest of the team, himself included). But he wanted to give you the full gamer experience, and you look so cute, perched at his desk and attentively scanning the map, his headphones resting on your head so nicely.

All he gets is radio silence from Mark before he sees K/DA Seraphine inching away towards the middle lane. “Are you kidding me? Y/N, can you move to my lane? Mark is too butt hurt to continue dying in the bot lane, I guess.”

“Yes, do I just follow you around?” you ask, carefully guiding your Ahri towards Haechan’s Lulu, careful to check the upper left map view to make sure no one from the enemy team is lurking around you. You stop briefly to admire her animations, her red nine tails swirling around her, making her look ethereal. “This skin is so pretty, thanks for getting it for me, Hyuck.”

“Oh, sure, anytime,” Donghyuck says as casually as possible, completely ignoring the fact that his wallet is now five hundred dollars lighter, all thanks to one Signature Immortalized Legend skin for Ahri. Even he doesn’t have that skin. But what else was he supposed to do? Not buy it for you after you mentioned liking it after he set up League of Legends on your laptop for you to try a few hours ago (nevermind the fact that he’s the one playing on your MacBook now instead)? You chose Ahri because you wanted to play a pretty champ, and of course, he was going to make sure you get the prettiest skin to go with her.

“Oh my god, did you see that?” you gasp excitedly after you hit E and the orbs from Ahri’s second skill swirl and hit Leona, effectively stealing Donghyuck’s kill. “I got her!”

“Yes, you did, congrats, that’s amazing,” Donghyuck struggles to maintain a happy tone, schooling his expression into a peaceful one with much concentration, but it’s alright. It’s perfectly fine. He’s fine. It’s not like he needed an eighth kill to get the legendary title. He can just go for Samira instead. “Can you aim at Samira and hit W please?”

You carefully follow his instructions, and Ahri’s charm move hits Samira perfectly with the heart, pulling the enemy towards your Ahri and Haechan’s Lulu. With a victorious cry, he takes out the enemy and secures the legendary title.

“You’re doing really well,” he compliments you, and your cheeks grow warm as you click at the screen, pretending to focus even more on taking down the opponent’s turret as you answer sheepishly. “Thank you, it’s really fun.”

“Maybe you can play support next time instead of Mark,” he muses, a satisfactory grin appearing on his face when the two of you finally take down the first turret of the game. “That bastard just stands around and looks pretty. He practically feeds the other team.”

He can hear faint cursing in his headphones from the bastard in question, but he ignores it, opting to focus on the sound of your giggling that makes his heart skip a beat and his cheeks take on a rosy hue.

“Mm, you really think so, Hyuck? I think it’s just all beginner’s luck right now,” you laugh softly, maneuvering Ahri around and following his champ towards the mid lane. “Plus, you’re hard carrying us.”

Your borrowed laptop almost slips off of his lap as your words register in his mind, the soft lilt in your voice making his stomach do cartwheels and somersaults that would even impress Simone Biles. Donghyuck very nearly lets out a high pitched giggle before he remembers to get a goddamn grip on himself and hastily clears his throat. “Nah, I think the jungle is doing really well, too. And you’re keeping up with us.”

“Yeah?” Your eyes light up, and he swears they’re even prettier and sparkle more than the one house that goes out all on the Christmas light decorations at the end of the street. “Maybe we can play together more then.”

He swallows hard, eyes zeroing on the screen in front of him so he wouldn’t seem as eager as he really is secretly. “Sure, that sounds great.”

“Great, it’s a date,” you say lightly, and Donghyuck immediately stops breathing and promptly drops the laptop onto the carpeted floor, his Lulu getting instantly KOed in the game while Mark swears loudly in his earphones.

ii. spend your cookie dough, dough, dough, spend it on my heart

It’s times like these that Donghyuck really has to sit and think hard about what the actual fuck he is doing with his life. It’s not like he has anything else to do anyway. He’s sitting in the nearly empty mall parking lot at 11 PM, preparing to camp out in front of the entrance just to make sure he’d be one of the first people to enter Popmart and buy all those Labubus you’ve mentioned that you’ve been wanting.

He’s tried for months now, obsessively refreshing the Popmart app on his phone and iPad in addition to refreshing the website on his computer at 10 PM sharp on Thursdays in hopes of snagging just one of them for you. He’s even made a whole account, added his credit card in for fast payments, and watched those stupid 24/7 TikTok lives from the Popmart accounts just in case they release any on there as well. All he ended up with was no Labubus and two hundred thirty dollars short because he discovered that they had a K/DA figurine collaboration and obviously, he immediately bought the whole set. 

But his prayers were answered in a convoluted way because news dropped that a new Popmart was opening nearby on December 24th, which meant it would be fully stocked with all the Labubus you want, and he’d be damned if he let this opportunity pass. It was both a curse and a blessing. What kind of corporate devil chooses their grand opening to be on Christmas Eve? So that leads to his current predicament: sitting in his car, about to brave the cold for the next 10 hours outside for some dumb dolls and fighting through the last minute Christmas shoppers during the hours after that.

Donghyuck puts on a couple more extra layers, including a giant Canada Goose jacket for good measure, and stuffs his pockets with an external battery charger, some power bars, and a water bottle. Finally, he makes peace with the fact that this is what his life has come down to, that he really is this down bad for you, and he gets out of his car, shuffling over to the entrance and standing in line with all the other men who are probably there to get Labubus for their girlfriends and wives. They all give each other the nod in solidarity, and so begins the wait.

He sits with his back against the wall, huddled up in his puffer jacket and pulling out his phone to play Wild Rift to pass the time. If one game averages between 15 - 30 minutes, then he only needs to play 20 - 40 games. That’s not so bad, he reasons with himself, tapping the screen idly while he waits for the matchmaking to complete. He can do this.

By 5 AM, there’s a large crowd of people waiting, the noise level going up and some shoving going on. He quickly steels himself and stays firmly planted in his spot. He will be getting those damn dolls, no matter what. When the security guard comes out to break up the rowdy crowd, he quickly slips behind the nearby bushes lining the mall, taking advantage of the commotion. Once again, he settles down in the dirt, hunched over and playing his game, dignity lost but his place in line still in sight. Donghyuck really hopes no one he knows sees him here.

At 8 AM, one of the Popmart store managers takes pity on the growing crowd (who returned less than an hour later after the security guard got tired of monitoring them) and opens the mall doors. He quickly pops out of the bushes, no doubt scaring a couple people but he couldn’t care less at this point, and sprints into the mall, beelining it to the figurine store and securing his spot as fifth in line. He hastily brushes off the dirt clinging to the seat of his pants and any twigs in his hair before waiting impatiently.

Finally, by 9 AM, Donghyuck has secured the goods at last, clutching onto four large bags filled with two full sets of Labubu blind boxes, two of the larger dolls, and three special plush keychains (he ignores the email notification from his bank asking if he had made this purchase). Strutting with his head held high, he would do a hair flip if his hands weren’t so occupied with carrying out half the store’s supply of Labubus. He proudly walks through the mall with his long coveted purchases, feeling even more triumphant than when he reached grandmaster in League and ranked in the top 200 for Master Yi.

Unfortunately, Lady Luck always gets to have the last laugh because Donghyuck barely makes it out the door before he finds himself lying flat across the crosswalk pavement. A loud yelp escapes from his lips as he instinctively grips onto his shopping bags, curling around them protectively as pain shoots up around his ribcage and forearm. He wants to laugh or cry or maybe do both simultaneously.

This has to be a joke. All that work, all that humiliation, just to be bested by someone’s god awful, hideous Cybertruck. He’s about to become the modern day Scrooge because all the ghosts must have come together to put up an even bigger middle finger salute to him since he just had to get hit with that fugly monstrosity to top it all off.

God damn it all, where the fuck was Edward Cullen when Donghyuck needed him the most?

The universe really didn’t want him to get those ugly dolls. He should have taken the L in defeat and read all the foreshadowing signs when he couldn’t get them every time he tried before that because now the universe is out of balance, and he had to pay for it. For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction after all. Man plans, god laughs.

Jokes on the big man upstairs though because his Labubus are all still nestled safely in his arms in (hopefully) pristine condition, and they’d have to be pried from his cold, dead hands (which honestly, might be soon). Is this how Emily felt in “Devil Wears Prada” when she got hit by a taxi and all those Hermes scarves went flying (correction: floating) around her? He glances down just to see the fall in wild Labubu pendant smirking back at him mockingly, still in its perfect packaging and in his shaking clutches. He desperately wants to punch its smug little face, but his arm is unfortunately twisted in an unnatural position at the moment.

Donghyuck is knocked out of his stupor when he hears the sounds of the driver quickly clambering out from their seat, hurrying towards him and kneeling down, asking if he’s okay. Someone else is asking him if he wants them to call someone, and he faintly registers the excruciating pain in his ribs and the way he landed on his arm. Clenching his teeth, he closes his eyes before managing to croak out feebly:

“Are all the Labubus okay?”

iii. if you’re not gonna race here from the north pole to beverly hills the hospital, just to keep my stocking filled

When you wake up extremely late past noon on Christmas morning, you definitely do not expect the huge flurry of texts and missed calls on your phone. And more importantly, you most definitely do not expect to find out that Donghyuck is in the hospital. With your heart dropping to your stomach, you hastily get dressed and  grab your keys, entering the hospital address Renjun texted you into your Apple Maps as you rush to your car.

Making a quick detour to the bakery he likes, you get a couple slices of Mont Blanc for him before continuing on the route to the hospital. You haphazardly park your car before hurriedly speed walking through the automatic entrance doors, clutching tightly onto the box of baked goods as you get into the elevator and finally reach his room.

“Hyuck?” you say tentatively, knocking on the door and peering inside, relief filling you instantly when you see him seated upright in the hospital bed, awake and pouting. Along with all the balloons and flowers his friends must’ve dropped off earlier, there’s an unusually large pile of Popmart bags in the corner of his room, but you don’t question it at the moment. His heart rate spikes on the monitor, and you look at it in concern before his loud sigh brings your focus back to him.

“What took you so long?” Donghyuck huffs dramatically, trying to cross his arms over his chest as best he could with one arm in a cast. “I texted you this morning, didn’t I?”

“I just woke up like 45 minutes ago and rushed here,” you defend yourself lightly, dropping the cake box on the stand next to him, and his eyes instantly light up before he remembers that he’s supposed to be upset and turns his nose at you slightly.

“It’s 3 PM, what do you mean you just woke up? You forgot about me, didn’t you?” he huffs softly, peeking over at the cake for a split second and then resumes pouting at you, his lower lip jutting out slightly. 

“I, uh, I stayed up late, trying to catch up on my game,” you avoid eye contact, cheeks growing warmer as you try to excuse yourself, tripping over your words in haste. “There’s this Touring in Love event going on right now and I wanted to get the limited four star card for Zayne, so I had to get more game currency in the event store, not to mention, I needed to get more gems to pull on the current five star banner because I lost my pity to the Sylus card a—” 

“Is this that otome game you’re into?” Donghyuck interrupts, and your face feels like a burning furnace now.

“Yes.”

“I can’t believe it. I lost to a bunch of pixels,” he sighs a second time, flopping back against his pillows gingerly to not aggravate his bruised ribs but to also emphasize his sulkiness further. “You were too busy visiting your AI generated boyfriend in the hospital, instead of visiting  me.”

“I was asleep!” you protest lightly before picking up the cake again and holding up your peace offering, “The second I woke up and saw the texts, I drove over here. I even got you your favorite cake.”

“I sat here, cold, alone, and in pain, for hours,” he fake sniffles, unabashedly eyeing the cake for a third time before refocusing back on you.

“You’re acting like a real Rafayel right now.”

Donghyuck sulks even more. “He’s not even your favorite in the game.”

“Yes, my favorite works at the hospital, not makes the hospital work,” you tease softly, and he huffs slightly, puffing out his cheeks and making himself look even cuter (though you’re not going to tell him that and make his ego even bigger than it already is). 

“Wow, you’re bullying a gravely injured person on Christmas too. You’re cruel. I can’t even do anything, except lie here motionlessly on my deathbed,” he sighs once again, closing his eyes before opening one of them to peek at you and quickly shutting it again once he confirms he has your full undivided attention.

“Renjun texted me literally fifteen minutes ago that he just left your room, and you were asking him to bring you your iPad to do all the dailies for your games,” you deadpan, pulling the chair to the spot next to his bed and settling down in it.

“Renjun is a snitch,” he mutters, relaxing against his pillows and accepting the cake after you open the box and place it on the tray attached to his bed. He takes a bite of the sweet goodness, humming slightly in content. 

“So, your type is quiet, serious guys who work at hospitals?” Donghyuck says casually, scooping up another bite of the cake, and you nearly choke, fumbling over your words. 

“W-Well, yeah, I guess, but it’s just a game. And um, he’s quite pretty.” You clear your throat slightly giving him a mischievous smile. “Why? Are you interested?”

“In you? Yeah, I thought I made myself pretty obvious all the time,” he states matter-of-factly, almost as if he’s reading off today’s news headlines or the weather, and you choke for real this time, coughing slightly.

“Anyway,” Donghyuck continues, taking another bite of his cake after handing you a water bottle which you quickly accept and sip, calming down your throat. “Do you think you can maybe go for a Rafayel guy in the near possible future? More specifically, one minute into the future?” He gives you a small smirk, batting his eyelashes at you. “I’m also pretty enough, aren’t I? Once I’m out of this hospital gown and in my usual clothes, I’d be even prettier.”

You laugh softly, tilting your head slightly as you look at him, hiding your smile. “I guess I could be convinced. Why one minute though?”

“Because I’m about to ask you out,” he answers immediately.

Your cheeks grow exponentially warmer once again, and you swallow nervously before masking it with a confident expression, teasing him, “Then go on. Ask me out.”

Donghyuck’s cheeks turn a rosy color as the realization of what he’s about to do finally kicks in (and perhaps, the pain medication has started to wear off slightly, so the post clarity is hitting him). Once again, the monitor shows a spike in his heart rate, and he curses it internally when he sees you glancing at it with a knowing smile. It’s an even worse snitch than Renjun. He clears his throat, sitting up as straight as he possibly can in this state, “Will you, Y/N, go out with me and be the very first person to sign my cast?”

You giggle before nodding, sending him a giddy smile as your heart thumps loudly in your chest, an explicable warm feeling spreading throughout your body and kicking up butterflies in your stomach. “Yes, I’ll go out with you.”

He immediately lights up, beaming at you. “Yeah? Wanna seal it with a kiss? I would if I could.”

Another peal of laughter bubbles up in your throat, but you oblige, leaning in and pressing your lips against his gently, the faint taste of caramel lingering on his lips. The kiss is sweet and smooth, fitting for him, and the loud beeping from his heart monitor increases almost immediately, much to his chagrin. You laugh softly against his lips at the sound, making his cheeks flush even redder if possible, and give him another soft kiss before pulling away.

“We should stop before we alert the nurses,” you tease softly, and he stammers, unable to come up with a smartass response for once in his life.

Your face is still warm as you busy yourself with uncapping the sharpie pen on the table next to him and work on signing his cast, writing your name out in pretty loopy cursive and a get well soon message, dotting any i’s with cute hearts that mirror the ones in Donghyuck’s eyes as he gazes at you.

“Didn’t the guys visit you? Why didn’t they sign your cast?”

“I wanted you to be the first one. Girlfriend privileges, and all that,” he answers lightly, and your heart skips a beat at your new title. You wonder if you’ll get used to it.

“Oh, really? I’m honored.”

“You should be,” Donghyuck says with a confident nod, and you can’t help but laugh, leaning in and pressing another kiss against his cheek. His cheeks turn crimson, and you notice, prompting you to leave another soft kiss against them and causing them to become an even embarrassingly darker shade of red as he stutters slightly, rendered speechless.

Yeah, you definitely can get used to these girlfriend privileges.

.

“So you won the real life boyfriend pity with me, right?” 

“Don’t push your luck.”

iv. well i know somebody who will

r/TIFU

u/ifyouseekamy-yn3435 • 9h

(UPDATE) TIFU by getting hit by a car over labubus that I was trying to get for the girl I like

First off, let me get this straight - I am not reselling any of the Labubus so stop pming me about that. I already gave them to her.

Ok now for the actual update. She visited me at the hospital and insisted that she’d drive me home when I got discharged. She’s really nice and brought me my favorite food. She’s also been bringing me meals everyday and we’re having dates at my place until my arm is fully healed. We have another date later today and we’re gonna watch Tangled and bake cookies. She also got me into blind boxes so now I have another crippling addiction and a shelf in my room just for Dimoos. We have matching Labubus on our bags, and she dressed them up in matching outfits too. She made me install a car seat thing on my AC in my car too so now my Labubu son can sit there when I start driving again. Oh and she has a whole pc setup now to play league and a new game, Infinity Nikki and I started playing it with her too. The graphics are very pretty. I feel like a pretty princess in my full flutter storm set ଘ(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚ ⭒ Wish me luck on the upcoming banners pls I’m saving up for the lunar new year set since she said the franchise usually goes all out for it. So yeah that’s it. We’re dating now! Happy new year to everyone except zayne from love and deepspace /:

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farts-and-minecrafts205 • 9h TIFU by asking him about his date and I was stuck on the phone for three hours

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pissrevolver1122 • 8h fr OP became even more insufferable after finally scoring a date ➥ Reply ⥣ 809 ⥥

ifyouseekamy-yn3435 • 3h you're just jealous that the only affection you can get is by pretending to be a discord kitten ➥ Reply ⥣ 967 ⥥

mark-mywords-802 • 2h R U UWUKITTENBB69 ??!???! I BOUGHT U SO MANY AKALI SKINS ➥ Reply ⥣ 231 ⥥

John-Doe209 • 3h so is this a pity date or..? maybe she’s looking for a sugar daddy?

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ifyouseekamy-yn3435 • 1h SHUT UP SHE LOVES ME ➥ Reply ⥣ ⥥ -204

demure-and-mindfull-of-nanami626 • 2h what did zayne do to you???

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ifyouseekamy-yn3435 • 1h I got hit by a car for you and I still have to compete with that dude 😃 ➥ Reply ⥣ 153 ⥥ 

[urperfectcinnamonroll07]

Hello! I just found your account and your writing is incredible!

If you still accept requests, could I request gender neutral! reader x Chishiya Shuntaro from Alice in Borderland, established relationship, post-borderland, movie night that ends with smut, slow, gentle and lots of praise?

Thank you and have a great day/night!

Movie Night

requested?: yes pairing(s): shuntaro chishiya x gn!reader genre: smut(ish) warning(s): oral (m recieving), dirty talk (a little), reader kinda takes the lead on this one icl summary: 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩... word count: 465 a/n: God, i feel like ive posted a lot. honestly, i know i said i would edit the 'bite me' fic, but i dont think i should. i think i should just leave it the way it is. lmk if i should. i honestly didnt know how to write this, so i contacted a friend (dottieisdotting) and she told me i should just write a blowjob, so sorry if this is short. on another note, give dottieisdotting some love because her work is absolutely amazing! i will tag her below. anyways, remember to eat and drink something, love yas, mwah! -Cilla tags: @dottieisdotting (love you girl!)

it was distracting you.

and it was distracting you more than you would like to admit. you wanted it in your mouth. you wanted him in your mouth. not wanted, needed.

he was just sitting there, you didn’t know what had gotten into you, but you just couldn’t help the thoughts in your mind that you wanted his cock in your mouth. his legs were spread and he had joggers on with that dammed hoodie that was half zipped.

god, you were literally going feral. you were trying to get his attention, do anything that would get him to acknowledge you, do anything that would help you to relieve the fact you were going absolutely mental beside him. but he was too invested in that damn movie to even look your way, to acknowledge that you needed anything you could get.

you had your hand resting on his thigh, quite far up, chishiya had his hand resting on top of it. it was so domestic, he didn’t know what effect the joggers were having on you. The tiniest bit of skin was poking out from in-between his hoodie and his joggers which were low on his hips. you kept quiet, but you kept looking over at him.

“you keep staring at me as if you’re expecting something” he says with his monotonously, glancing over at you, you move your hips subconsciously, looking down at his crotch and licking your lips.

chishiya’s eyes lit up, he knew what you wanted.

“come suck it then” he mutters softly, you immediately get on your knees in front of him, he helps you take his joggers off.

you immediately took him in your mouth, taking him all the way in your mouth until his cock hit the back of your throat, making you gag and him groan. he put his hand on the back of your head, holding you there as he put his head back.

you waited until your throat got used to the feel before you began bobbing your head, making chishiya groan and swallow thickly, making his adams apple bob up and down.

you were happy you were finally getting what you wanted after laying all night waiting for him to do something about what he had caused.

your head kept bobbing, your hand cupping and massaging his balls.

his groans were getting progressively louder and more needy as you continued to bob your head and make him feel good, his hand was guiding your movements, making them more measured and meaningful.

it wasn’t long before pleasure overtook him and his warm seed was down your throat. you swallowed and sat back on your heels, wiping your bottom lip with your thumb and smiling up at him, he was panting and sweaty, but you were satisfied.

[twistedteatime]

Howling Witch Teaser 1

A/N: I'm at 82k and not done yet, but I feel like sharing a smidge. So I thought I'd give a teaser just over the first 1% of what I have so far. Keep in mind it's not really edited and subject to revision. (Also: if you notice a word that doesn't fit, like a he where a the should be or something like that: It's my keyboard. It's not the best. Let me know if you find any and I'll fix it.)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC (3rd person POV)

Word Count: 861

Warnings: Talk of canon violent events? Nothing else that I can really think of. Not yet at least.

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Cedar. No, not quite. The conifers of the Timber were far too tall to be cedar, but their scent was closer to it than the massive redwoods they resembled. At least at the bottom. Their tufts at the top more closely resembled the dense firs of what had once been home.

They cast a comfortable shade over the forest floor covered in a thick carpet of moss and fern. Their limbs and branches blocked out the sun enough she didn’t need the sunglasses perched on top of her head pulled down over her eyes, but not so much that the ferns couldn’t grow. Just enough.

Birds nested and flittered about in the branches overhead. Their songs distant due to the height they resided in. Deer meandered through the ferns, looking at her warily as they chewed vegetation. They knew she was a predator, but they also knew she wasn’t hunting them.

She wasn’t there for that.

She was wasn’t there to hunt or to chase. She never was with this patch of Timber. Others, yes, but this one…no. This one was special.

The atmosphere weighed differently. It had a comfortable heaviness to it. The same kind an understanding mother’s hug had when it came close to crushing with care, warmth, and safety. Knowing it was needed.

It made the memories rattle against their bars in her mind. She was tempted to let them out. Yet the crunching of footsteps far too heavy to be a deer and the scent of another predator approaching stopped her.

“What is it Tanis?” she asked, looking over her shoulder at the tall, well-built, and muscular male that stood before her.

He was calm yet tense. At the ready. Bright amber eyes serious instead of playful as was their usual.

“We just got word. They’re bringing him out.”

“Where?”

“The States. DC.”

“When?”

“Twenty-four hours.”

“Where’s Ruun?” she asked, locking the cages tighter.

“He’s in a conference call with Leadership. Your presence is requested. They’re expecting potential problems.” He answered and continued, “Maggie says she’s got something in The Eye about Insight, too. This could be it.”

“Rogers?”

“He’s the expected problem.”

She nodded and turned to start walking out, “Tell Ruun to triple my fees then get packed. Full. Tac, two suits, whole kit.”

“Alright. Other orders?” he asked and she nodded.

“I may regret it but tell Maggie to do the same. Ruun will stay in my stead.” She added and he nodded with a shrug of his brows.

“I really hope you don’t mean to put me at the mercy of Maggie flying something.” He said and she looked at him.

“I don’t mean to, but we’ll need her.”

“Anyone else?”

“Light detail, just you two with me. Heavier detail in reserve. We’ll need it for the aftermath…however it goes.” She answered and he nodded, listening as she detailed what to expect as they left the calm comfort of the Timber, lowering her sunglasses onto her face to block out the stinging of the sun.

It was time for her to hunt.

************

“I know who killed Fury.”

That one sentence had stopped Steve long enough to listen. The Winter Soldier. An assassin with over two dozen credited hits over the past 50 years. A ghost story, yet what she said next made something in him squirm.

More than he already was.

“If there’s one thing I’ve learned from trying to track him down…it’s that whenever he appears…she follows soon after.” Natasha said and Steve looked at her, eyes narrowed in confusion.

“She?”

“Like I said…he’s a ghost story, but her…she’s something different. Something the intelligence community doesn’t want to acknowledge. Him? Most don’t believe he exists. Her? They don’t want to.” Natasha continued, glancing out the door before continued, “They call her The Howling Witch. She’s not human, Steve…not anymore. Rumors are that she used to be but she isn’t now. Some say she’s been active longer than he has, that her focus was on wiping out entire facilities but that it all changed around the same time he started cropping up. Some intelligence exists about her…but when I found it…it was wiped before I could even get through most of it.”

“That sounds like she’s important.” Steve said and Natasha nodded, “Does she show up to finish what he starts or to stop it?”

“Bit of both from what I saw…but if you ask me…I think she’s hunting him.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. All I got to see on those files was her codename, hit count, a huge block of black in the abilities and powers section, and a lot of fill in the blank descriptions of her encounters with him.” Natasha answered as she looked at Steve, “She’s definitely got sniper training…but as good of a shot as they say she is…she’s never shot at him to take him out. The reports always said she shot down those he was with…and they said she always shows up when he does…and she’s always gone when he is.”

“I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not but maybe we can get some answers by finding out what The Winter Soldier wants.”

*******

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[petrichal]

One Piece 1152 talk: 109 Years Back In Time

The number of times I've stood up and went "HUH" this chapter was crazy and suddenly there's so much I want to talk about help @_@

It's not necessarily a big thing to reveal but I found it funny how casually they told us that yes, Zoro really has Conqueror's Haki. At least from what I remember it hasn't been put to words- but we have seen him use Conqueror's, and what's really funny to me is how Luffy knows this and just never brings it up LMAO. Also, this rare instance of Zoro getting scolded someone else:

Bro is stunlocked, but also it's his first time hearing he has Conqueror's to begin with, and the fact that it's just "flowing out" of him is just???

On top of his usual demeanor, it's no wonder he intimidates people easily with just one look. (This also means that he's just been unconsciously using Conqueror's without an off switch since who knows how long and the fact that the Strawhats don't really give a shit about it is strangely wholesome to me idk)

Another point that stood out to me was this panel of Sanji to the left. Is anyone else finding this off-putting or is it just me? Like?? why is it there??

If it's a gag, Sanji would've just sulked like he always have when he saw Zoro's and Jinbei's latest wanted posters (similar to him in East Blue asking if he was on a wanted poster but it's just Usopp's head, seeing his own wanted poster back in Post-Enies Lobby- these are all gags; all dramatic, him on the floor etc.), but he's asking Gaban twice, like "hey, are you sure? what about me?", and there's a spotlight being shined here on Sanji's insistency at Gaban that felt unusual to me, that comes off just a bit desperate.

We know he's always looking for ways to be useful to the crew (even when he already is), and we know he's still dealing with the effects of putting on the raid suit (his whole internal dilemma back in Onigashima, wondering which version of himself does Luffy want around). Maybe I'm reading too much into it.

Also what in the world 😭 In the tone of Garfield's are you /srs or /j, Luffy, is this /fr or is this /that tree from thriller bark kinda situation sgsdhjk

(I got caught off guard because in my head, there was no realm ever that Loki was gonna join, because realistically, where tf is he gonna fit on the Sunny, and also I don't see Loki as the type of guy to call someone his captain) but obviously Luffy's gonna ask Loki anyways and my hand flew to my damn mouth I was surprised LOL

It also hit me that it's been a longgg time since Luffy asked someone that. Felt weirdly nostalgic, all in all.

Another moment I love. Monster trio never fail to crack me up, 10/10

Putting comedic moments aside, some panels before that, Gaban gives Hajrudin the go-ahead to unlock Loki from his chains, saying that there was more to Loki's story than what Hajrudin believes.

Now the first thing that came to mind from Gaban saying this was: How come he didn't bring this up to Hajrudin before and let him hate his brother/let Loki be chained up even when he knew more than he let on?? But I gotta be honest, I don't really remember the circumstances around Loki being locked up and how Gaban was mentioned to be involved (if he was ever), so I guess?? He just never brought it up until he felt the same surge of Haki again and got reminded??? (guess I'll have to read it all back again to refresh my memory, it's been chaotic ngl lmao)

edit: Just remembered it was Shanks that was mentioned to have "captured" Loki during the whole ordeal in Aurust Castle. If when they arrived to the throne room they were met with a sight where Loki can be blamed for Harald's death, then I guess there wasn't any other explanation for it, considering (if the main perpetrator was Imu/the Holy Knights) the people responsible can disappear in an instant.

EDIT: Shanks "captured Loki" YEARS AFTER HARALD DIED. Back when Loki was at sea 6 years ago! AFTER Shanks' period of visiting Dawn Island. Sorry for the misinformation I was looking at the wiki and was like "something is NOT clicking" asfhjsdhglsdf oops

I can already see some fan theories getting proven to be right with this flashback though. Loki wasn't ever the criminal everyone thought him to be, and he didn't murder Harald to get his hands on a devil fruit. Hell, he even called that Hajrudin wanting him to retell those events a "cruel demand". Wild that it took Hajrudin 14 years or so and a whole near-invasion of Elbaf to want Loki to tell his side of the story though, I'm JUST sayin'.

And so we pop right into the flashback- WOAH HEY SHANKS BATH SCENE

Crazy. Wow. Anyways. I got hit with a second vine boom looking at Shanks' fucking arm and seeing what looks like a World Government tattoo and realizing holy shit ITS THE ARM THAT GOT EATEN BY THE SEAKING

NO WONDER HE DIDN'T GIVE TWO SHITS ABOUT LOSING IT???

Obviously there's nothing 'foreshadowing'-ish about this, but Oda's ability to build a plotline/point on top of something that was established YEARS ago to give it a new meaning never fail to impress. It's such a small detail!! But there's so many layers to it!!

"My plan was to join up with Buggy and lead a laidback pirating life" yeah okay no need to rub salt into the wound. That's totally not sad at all, knowing that Shanks invited Buggy to be pirates together with him right after Roger's execution and remember how Buggy rejected him in the rain??? yeah man. okay. Cool.

What does "Child of Fate" even mean? I tried looking into the JP version and he said 「お前は運命の子だな」/Omae wa unmei no ko dana, which, depending on the tone, could just mean "You really are a child of fate" or the translation above. Admittedly both are lost to me, idk what the hell he's trying to imply LMAO (My first thought naturally went to "huh? Like, from the D clan??" which doesn't seem likely).

This is unbearably cute btw. She just wants to see him at an eye level and wants to grow old with him, it's so cute. I want all of them to be alive by the end of the arc or so help me god

And as if one flashback wasn't enough, how about another!? A flashback within a flashback!?!?

Genuinely, going this far back in a flashback (Garp wasn't even alive this far back holy) when the giants were the most powerful in the seas reminded me a lot of Vicky the Viking for some reason. Pirates from Elbaf that greatly resembled Vikings in our reality being absolute terrors in the Grand Line just pillaging and raiding until they were the unanimous answer to the question, "What is the most frightening thing in the sea?".

I wonder what happened to make "Lowlife scumbag" King Harald turn over a new leaf to become a pacifist. Dorry and Broggy were part of the same crew as well, and when we met them back in Little Garden, they were friendly. Even in Elbaf, at the time of his death, Harald was "worshipped like a god" and got along with Shanks back in Maryjoa, dissimilar maybe to how he acted 109 years ago, when he claimed himself as a "god" after toppling over a kingdom for no reason.

Something happened in the course of 109 years to make him reflect and rip off his own horns, but that something also, probably?, is the cause of him siding with the government? Which Loki hates him for?Which Hajrudin also claimed that Loki technically did?? Idk man, Elbaf's history is unbelievably rich and I'm all here for it.

[lilimalia]

1 જ⁀➴ holy shit, mommy??

TEVYAT NEWS… it's finally here!! Enjoy! And for any highlighted names in taglist, your tag was unable to be added. Please resubmit it!

WARNINGS... ooc albedo (?), cursing

SUMMARY… Young, dumb, and broke, Y/n L/n has scaled the makeup community from half-assed make up tutorials and explorations… Somehow, she's landed herself a position of popularity, and has yet to understand how to continue building fame. When a famous actor, Ayato Kamisato, is in need of a last-minute makeup artist, and is forced to call her up…

TAG LIST… @yelshin , @patchi-chi , @ittosoneandoniwife , @nightrayseishina , @hiqhkey , @haliyamori , @luminarymoonlight , @loudeggbananaranch , @naraven , @dazaisboner , , @zomzombie, @duskimooo , @aezuyu , @vennnnn-diagram

Sighing restlessly, you fall backwards on your couch (sofa), your unkempt hair splaying out in all directions, static prickling at the edge of your [h/c] strands.

"Holy. Fuck."

You whisper, hands reaching to your face before angrily rubbing against it. screaming bloody murder.

"I've done it. I've actually done it!" you mutter under your breath, grasping the situation at hand.

The idea of being in collaboration with your favorite company after so many years of building your brand against all odds, and the countless nights spent painstakingly editing your videos, you had finally made it to the top. Well, your top at least.

Three rapid knocks resound against your door before you're able to truly soak up your epiphany. Much to your heart's dismay.

"[Name] I'd appreciate it if you would open this door urgently, I can't be bothered to stand out here in the hall. These paintings are taxing to carry you know", Albedo's familiar voice rings out, a slight playful annoyance as he bangs the darkened wood of your door once more in urgency.

In a hurry, your pouncing over the piles of pillows left on your floor from previous filming and frantically scrambling towards the door before your dear friend reconsidered his decision to visit you. In a flash as your hand glazes over the cool knob and the door creaks with an eery sigh as your met with the clearly unamused face of the renowned artist that was your bestfriend, Albedo. Golden hair and in his prime glory as he quickly lifted the heavy artistry into your unexpecting arms. The weight toppled over you surprisingly, causing a slight step back from you.

"Now that I've handed over my part of this little escapade, explain now. What do you mean Ei of EiKerei is hosting you in a collab?" His eyebrows twitched up in curiosity, curtly allowing himself into the domain of your apartment without another word.

"H-hey! Dude I haven't even put down the paintings let me clean up Bedo!!"

In return, he glares at you,

"[Name] I've seen your apartment throughout all of its states, this is nothing compared to what it can be."

Pure aggression flashes across your face.

"So... You mean to say the EiKerei brand is branching out to minor creators and your a fortunate victim?"

"Yes and omg, I think I'm ready to die happy."

"No way moron we've still got to actually post something and hold our end of the bargain [Name]",

Albedo groans, glaring at you as you struggle to lay the paintings he had so graciously brought over, against the silver nails newly embedded into your wall. Stretching on his calves, both you and him stretch higher up, cautiously looking underneath in the space between the wall and the painting. Before finally laying the prized art against the wall in all its glory.

Low and behold, just before you could breath a sigh of relief, the tip of your sock slides off the coach's back frame before betraying you into falling down to your ass.

"What in the world- OW-" grumbling, rubbing the sore in the back of your head as you glance back to see what you hit.

"What kind of crazy was that? Did you fall over your own feet? Are you alright?" Bedo questions, jumping down more gracefully then your landing in concern. Reaching to balance the back of your head with a pillow.

"I'm fine, I'm fine, dude I'm just a little light footed I guess... Did anything break? I think I hit the side table-"

Frantically checking your table's wares for damage, your fingers end up glazing over a singular knocked down frame.

Lifting it up, your breath lets out in a shaky, uneven quake, just a photo of highschool...

"Are you alright? The frame isn't broken right? I'd hope not, we might need to check for glass and-"

"No Bedo, it's uh, fine... That was me sighing over the photo not the frame. Everything's fine", you cut him off, focusing your sights on the photo in your lap, fingers grazing over its dusty glass. A thin layer of dust gathering on your fingers like a blanket as you hand him the frame.

"Huh... Isn't this your highschool photo? Looks like you forgot about it for a while..." Albedo perks up, raising one eyebrows as he blows over the dust and watches your expression sour.

"Wait a minute..."

"Correct me if I'm wrong... But isn't this the Ayato Kamisato from that new popular movie on Flix?"

"I wish it fucking wasn't."

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[apptrans]

Since I deleted my social media that actually had our wedding photos, I’m going to make a post here to celebrate.

I was going to delete Hinge on November 1st, 2022. Halloween is my favorite holiday and I spent from 1pm-10pm working a job that was not fulfilling, hardly celebrating the holiday at all. I came home and went on Hinge. I had already been super fed up with online dating/being ghosted/that whole thing, so I told myself that I was going to hit the “ten likes a day” they give you for the free version and delete the app the next day if nothing happened. Then, I saw Wolf’s profile.

Having studied music industry for my bachelor’s degree, I am pretty particular when it comes to people saying they are “good at singing”. But holy fuck. One of Wolf’s prompts had a video of him singing and he could actually sing. Another prompt said that he wanted to go to school for music industry at the exact same school I graduated from. Yet another said that he loved to explore abandoned things, something that I have always had a passion for and haven’t done much since I didn’t want to do it alone. I was blown away. If there is any version of “love at first sight: dating app edition”, this was it. So I sent him the first rose I had ever sent out on Hinge (and my last) with a message saying “Who the hell are you and where did you come from. I love so much about your profile and would love to get to know you”. I stayed up for another half hour (at this point, it was nearing midnight) and was pretty disappointed that I hadn’t gotten a response at all to it. With that, I went to bed, again with the intention to delete the app the next day.

At 6:01AM, I got a response from Wolf. But me being me, I didn’t wake up until hours later. After hearing his side of things, Wolf tells me he was excitedly anxious, hoping that I wasn’t one of those typical guys on Hinge who sends one message and then never responds. Obviously I responded when I woke up, and that started a very long string of messages, soon to be texts, that never ended. I knew that I wanted to meet up with him. However, having been in my first semester of grad school on top of working retail full-time, I knew that it would take a little bit for us to meet up. I also knew that most guys on dating apps want an immediate date in mind or else they lose interest, so I was nervous this would be a put-off for him. I can’t recall the exact words, but Wolf told me that I “was worth the wait”. We met in person for the first time on November 5th, 2022.

While I won’t give the specific details since that’s something I want special just for Wolf and I, the date went very, very well. Most people look better in their pictures than they do in person. Wolf already was incredibly attractive in his pictures and in person- I can’t even begin to describe how I felt. I was shy making eye contact with him because he was (and is!) so good-looking. The date lasted hours, many of which we spent in my car just talking about music.

Needless to say, we never went a day without talking to each other. I remember wanting to not seem overeager, so I waited maybe three days after that to see him again. To my recollection, besides times when I have been gone for work or on a weekend trip with friends, we haven’t spent a day apart since. We knew we were each other’s person within the first month. I remember within a couple of weeks of us knowing each other, Wolf sent me a post about this music festival in Vegas happening months from then. I didn’t even hesitate to say yes and buy tickets to it. In retrospect, probably a really crazy thing to do, but it worked. To this day that was the longest trip we’ve taken together (mostly because the economy sucks and we’re both college students, so we’re super broke).

Flash forward a bit of time, we got married on June 22nd, 2024. For many reasons, (financial constraints being the main one) we eloped in NYC and didn’t have anyone there besides our officiant and photographer(s). I wouldn’t have it any other way. It was so us to do it that way. While I could end this on a more negative note due to the current administration, I won’t. The point of this post is to celebrate what we’ve been able to do. We are two trans guys who were able to have a gay wedding and be in love despite what's going on in this world. Is it tough? Absolutely. But we have each other and we have the support of so, so many people. Thank you to whoever has read this to the end. This is the very short version of our love story, but I wanted to at least get something out there.

@3deifiedart

[catzz089]

omg Ive come back from war (ADHD burnout) and i missed imedently seeing two posts!! first off THE CHAPTER NAMES ur a comedic genius!! YESS MAX TAKING CARE OF CHARLES IM SOO HAPPY! sorry Mr Stroll pt2 wtf get that bag tho max ig. CARLOS CALLING THE SHOTS LOL! i love the carlos max friendship to be fair. hmmmm a backstory who are these exs hmmm??? AHH YEP LETS KILL JOS I WILL ILL HIT HIM WITH MY CAR FEEL THE POWER OF A BOXER ENGINE IN AN 18 YEAR OLD SUBARU! lol i feel charles panic about max seeing guns and shit on a personal level, like when someone i went to school with found pic of me shooting and showed them around my english class i panicked!! I lowkey wanna know how max reacts when he wakes up on top of charles like im down for cuddles with the homies buttt it gets to a point… INFORMANT HUUUHH (pls be oscar pls be oscar) Banger of a chapter it was like crack to me after disappearing into the oblivian that is uni.

CHAP 14!! iconic title once again! WHY TF R U IN A SHOP TILL 3AM not it! Max bby youve been attacked once lets not go for a second time drive the car (edit: i was mistaken fuck) someone wanna wife me up and let me drive their Ferrari like pls (or Corvette im not picky jk i want the Corvette)!!! PLS TELL CHARLES U FEEL LIKE UR STILL BEING WATCHED TF! yep vroom vroom i love cars :) was forced out of my hole to go do burnouts with friends (leagally) and i had soo much fun i rose again. NOOO NOT THE FERRARI!! JK MAX PLS BE OK!! yea ok fuck u rico u dog! yea its actually so crazy to me that ppl who give their cars to friends and their friends crash get pissed about the car straight away like ok champ u knew the risks. anyway shout charles being a decent person once again! AWWW MY BABIES YES THE HURT/COMFORT!! AND GOOD CAT DAD LIKE YEA FEED THEM CATS! fuck i hate concussions like genuinely they traumatised me. dont get into fights kids (or just dont block with ur face)! SHARE THE FUCKING BED U PUSSIES! YAYYY OK MAX PUT THAT HOT MAN IN UR BED! just letting u know u have “Mad threw his shirt across the room and flopped down, staring at Charles.” if u want to fix it to Max :) (if u even read all this lol ive rambled i havent had connection in daysss). oop good with cars max wanna tell charles why ur good with cars hmm so we can kill jos faster :) DAMMNN  THAT SLEEPING POSITION OK GAYS SORRY GUYS! 

YIPPIE SORRY TO HAVE LEFT YOU SO LONG!! BUT I ABSOLUTELY LIVED AS USUAL!!! 🩵

LBHA RETURNS!!!!

Thank you thank you, honestly sometimes I’m more proud of the names than the chapter

Max so eager and desperate to return the favour he forgot to check if Charles was actually sick or not 💔

Mr Stroll just comes in for a chat at least once a month, Charles freaks out every time but Max lowkey loves him so he can never do anything about it. “Oh, Charles. Lawrence came in again today! Oh he was so nice, he was telling me about his house back in Canada and how a deer ran into his house! Apparently it was really sweet, and his son coerced him back out of the house with some carrots. He’s such a great guy, honestly.” Meanwhile Charles is grinding his teeth thinking back on just how many shipments they’d stolen.(less since Max came about- significantly less)

Crazy amount of exes, crazy behaviour from them. All of them.

Bro you can’t just casually mention shooting things 😭😭 my very English mind cannot comprehend it

He’s thrilled. Completely thrilled. And panicked, he doesn’t want Charles to hate him (completely ignoring the insane amount of times he gets dragged into Charles’ arms) so he escapes. But he thinks about it for the rest of the week month day.

Big fan of informant! RIP for the Unj grind

Look they were having a rough, rough day at work, Charles feels really bad, he’s about to pay Max 5 times the regular overtime pay.

Yes Max. Take the car so you don’t get into any trouble…

LMAOOOOO, too real though I just want to marry rich

Don’t even worry, Charles knows Max feels watch, or at least, he knows Max is being watched. He won’t let anything happen to him again. Especially not like the first time. Any and all protections he has must be put in place for Max because anything less than safe is failure.

Poor Ferrari 💔 how will it recover 💔

I understand it if the friend is like drunk driving or smth, but if it’s not their fault the stfu. Max is just simply panicking for no reason tho, bc he’s just a little dramatic

I’m such a sucker for hurt/comfort it’s the best genre ever

BRO WHO WERE U FIGHTING??(and did you win??)

NOOOOO OMG EVER TIME BRO EVERY DAMN TIME IT BECOMES MAD 😭😭

Hasn’t even crossed Max’s mind I’m afraid, it’s actually totally normal for his father to be a bit odd and overbearing nothing wrong w it at all

THANK YOU QUEEN 💞💞💞💞💞💞♥️♥️♥️♥️

[bromcommie]

WIP word search 2: electric boogaloo

Many thanks to @painted-doe who posted an excellent part 2 to this tag game (go check it out wink wink) and left an open tag with the keywords guard, break, true and left. I have to admit I feel like a dog chasing its own tag tail lol but the first one was so fun I just couldn't resist. Anyway!

Guard:

Groundhog Day except it's not Groundhog Day but instead amnesiac psychological horror. (Imagine this is indented—I’m editing on mobile, and Tumblr is misbehaving.)

They take him out of the dark and into a blue room. Empty, square, clear sightlines. Single exit, no windows. He knows this story, just like he knows the story of his dream: six guards, armed. Table, gun, a man on his knees like a test he's taking for the first time but knows he'll fail. Knobby bones at the top of his spine.

So why are the shadows wrong?

Because the man is him. Because the gun is a red herring.

They beat him until he stops making noise and then some more for good measure. He doesn’t remember what he did to deserve it, and he doesn’t ask. Doesn’t move, doesn’t breathe, doesn’t do much of anything, really, except maybe wait.

Asking questions. That's what you forget after sitting in it for too long, he remembers now. You forget there's questions to be asked in the first place. You forget there's something outside of the hole you're sitting in.

Sometimes doing nothing is worse.

He waits for the bullet. He keeps waiting for the goddamn bullet. He doesn’t know what he is, but he thinks it might be a stupid motherfucker. The bullet’s not coming.

When he asks for it, it’s in English.

They put him back under.

Break:

Rogers is still staring at him like he’ll go up in a puff of smoke if he looks away. His hair’s grown out from the last time they’ve come face to face, falling floppy across his forehead and curling a little where he’s still damp and flushed from his shower. It suits him better, he thinks fuzzily; makes him look less sharp around the edges. Less like a stone carveout and more like a breathing thing. He doesn’t understand why that makes the loss surge even more.  Желание, his mind insists again unprompted, and it rings out through him like another shot fired. He needs to break the standstill they’ve arrived at but he feels terribly cold all of a sudden, skin gone clammy with it. The searing pain in his abdomen has been replaced by a dull tingling, spreading rapidly like wildfire to the rest of his body, the plates in his arm whirring and recalibrating wildly under his jacket trying to interpret the signal, keep up with the pounding of his heart. He’s bleeding out, he thinks distantly. Operational integrity compromised. Yeah, no fucking shit.

True:

From another unfinished episode from orpheus, in which Steve goes down memory lane and he and Bucky hit the beach. (Kind of.)

From a young age Bucky and he were both, predictably, enchanted with the damn thing. They’d put their ear to the shell's opening in turns and name all the things they could hear: Waves. Wind. Crab. Fish. Fisherman almost catching it and cursing when it got away. Bagpipes. Bagpipes? Yes, bagpipes. Drums, too. Whales. There’s no whales in Ireland, stupid. What do you know, you’ve never been. Neither have you. I guess. Maybe we can go together. People splashing. Ice cream seller. Someone kicking a ball down the boardwalk. A lot of the time, these near-mythical beaches of Ireland ended up sounding a lot like Coney Island. None of it was true, of course. The actual sounds were the product of the air’s vibration inside the curve of the shell having nowhere to escape. The stories they made up around them were a product of an unfettered imagination and an unshakeable generational nostalgia for a place they would never know. The conch itself was a product of a trinket shop in Brighton Beach, New York, which was over 3000 miles away from Kenmare, Ireland, and it was long collecting dust on a shelf before Steve’s mother bought it on a whim one day in early 1918. It had cost a whopping three dollars, which was more than she had to give for a cheap trinket as a 22-year-old with a baby on the way and fresh off the boat to boot, but it had reminded her, somehow, of home: of the flat pale serpentine of sand she would go to that never had such exotic gems to offer, of the people she’d gone with, of the sound and touch of the water. Sarah was a sensible woman, utilitarian in her logic and uncompromising in her decision-making. Between her and her husband, Joseph had gotten the majority share of designated emigree sentimentality. But the seashell reminded her of him, too, of the space that separated them and the indeterminable time that would pass before he and the many men like him could come home. So in the end sensible, pragmatic little Sarah Rogers parted with her hard-earned three dollars, and the Atlantic conch from the wrong side of the Atlantic returned home with her, meticulously packed in newspaper and stuffed to the bottom of her purse like a treasure much greater than it was. Joe Rogers, of course, never did return. He and the many men like him were buried on the wrong side of the Atlantic because of a war that, like most wars, had nothing to do with them in particular. For all of her outspoken opinions, his mother never talked about it. Like the real provenance of the conch, like the thing hiding in the folds of the silence that hangs between him and Bucky now, it was another truth easier left unsaid. He never thought her a coward for it. He’s not sure he can extend himself the same courtesy.

Left:

More from the epistolary chapter:

Look, I guess what I’m trying to say is this: I wouldn’t mind. Going back home or what used to be home means little to me now—it’s not even all the differences. Name’s the same, and some of the streets still smell like mold and piss and trash and it can get loud and alive and busy as all hell. There’s the brick and the trees and the water and that constant feeling of catching something in the corner of your eye when you walk down the street. But the buildings they’re building now are all big and shiny and new, and the people building them are all big and shiny and new. The folks we knew are all dead or forgotten or forgetting, just like Oisín’s Fianna. There’s no real home left to go back to. That’s probably why I stayed away as long as I did after that first time—it made me feel even more like a ghost. I think it makes you feel like that too except it hurts you worse, somehow. I see it every time you talk about it, don’t think I don’t. Something about the way you get all hazy around the eyes, and then go quiet on me if I can’t remember a goddamn thing about whatever it is you’re talking about. Well there’s not a lot I can fix up about the remembering part, that much I’ve figured out by now, but I’d do a hell of a lot more than retell old stories like these if it got that bone-tired look off your face. So there it is I guess. You asked what I want to do and the real, honest to God answer is: I have no idea. But if you asked, I would. If you said tomorrow Come back to Brooklyn with me I’d let myself do it and I wouldn’t mind. If you said Let’s go to Brazil or Bengal or Bulgaria, let’s see the world, I’d go. The way we’re both built now we might as well be cursed with immortality like those folks in Tir na nÓg—but I’d let myself grow old somewhere out there and live quietly and maybe help some people if I could before I kicked the bucket, and I don’t think I’d mind that at all if I got to do it with you by my side. I know. I know you won't ask. You never do, not for a single thing you could keep for yourself. But it's a nice thought, sweetheart. It really is. Maybe I can keep it for you.

I’m gonna go the same way as my predecessor and make this an open tag, so if you’re reading this—congrats! You’re tagged! Your words are gentle, burn, breath, control, or you can take the ones I did, or both. Either way, feel free to tag me!

[k0iy0]

From Dusk Till Dawn Chapter One - Dusk 0

Skeleton/undead Luffy and reader (platonic)

Slight Trafalgar x reader (maybe)

3,821 words

Modern au where Law and reader are childhood friends and Robin is your older sister. I actually wrote this before my other Law fic but I was too lazy to post it earlier. My first fic in about 10 years.

Reader has female pronouns and is a bit of a scaredy cat. Some swearing. You hyperventilate. Living characters are pre-time skip design-wise. Might be OOC. Uhhh Rosinante and Law's family are alive though they don't appear(in ch 1 at least). Not edited.

WARNING: you won't catch me updating this much, my bad

Cross posted on Ao3:

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Summary:

Original prompt: "Your archaeologist father has recently passed and his will makes you the sole owner of the skeleton of a cursed warrior king. All seems well till the king wakes up at sunset and demands his crown. Describe the adventure with you and the skeleton king on a hilarious road trip quest to finally put him to rest."

In which you find yourself in possession of a skeleton due to your recently deceased father. Having that thing in your house already gave you the creeps and your sister telling you it was cursed certainly wasn't helping.

Coming to terms with the skeleton, you find yourself sleeping peacefully in your room.

At least, until the sound of something rummaging through your fridge at 3 AM awakens you.

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The reality that your father was deceased didn’t really hit you until you find yourself staring at the ridiculously large casket in front of you. Not… Not your father’s casket - well, technically yes, it was your father’s but not the one he was currently and already buried in. No, no, you see, your dear old dad was an archaeologist who, before he passed, for some reason, had the foresight to write you as the next sole owner of - of some dead guy?? Okay, to be fair, yes, you had some(you say veery loosely because wow that’s a lotta zeros) financial inheritance amongst other things but you’d think he would give all… the ‘weird’ things to your older sister, who is also an archaeologist. To which he did, like the mummified hand of a so-called Celestial Dragon, or the Devil Fruit that once belonged to a tyrannical king long passed. Well, you supposed what you got was better than the contained Dyna Stone that you’re pretty sure is illegal to be in possession of but whatever. 

You had thought about giving the corpse + coffin bundle to your sister, who would undoubtedly find a better use for it than you but had decided against it. She was already swamped with organizing your father’s assets, dealing with his investors, and just ensuring his research could continue without many setbacks. Not to mention she had organized the entirety of his funeral on her own within a day, and that’s on top of her own projects and hobbies she had to focus on. It… made you feel a little useless if you were honest. You had offered, multiple times to help, whether it was going through paperwork or physically moving but every time your sister simply waved you off with her signature smile and told you to not worry. Not because she thought you were useless or in the way, but because she wanted you to relax after your father’s passing. That and you’re pretty sure she enjoys the work, keeping herself busy. 

Regardless, you find yourself in possession of some dead guy’s bones and his ivory packaging. You understand that your father had hoped you carried at least some sort of interest in archaeology, like your mother and your sister but no, it seemed the gods skipped over you when bestowing that particular interest into your family. You tried, really. You went to their excavations and research facilities when you were old enough and while something piqued your interest every so often, it just never clicked with you. 

Despite this, your parents and sister never loved you any less. They would often send letters during their travels and called whenever they could get a signal as they often found themselves in rural areas. Your parents never left you wanting either; their successful after-successful excavations left them with an abundance of grants and funding - much of their earnings they sent to you and your sister, ensuring you both were well-fed and clothed. At least, until your sister graduated college and went off with your parents. She mostly sends you letters of things she’s discovered along with a trinket and a brief history lesson about said item. Most of the time they’re mildly interesting, though sometimes she’ll send things that run a shiver down your spine. Part of you thinks she does that on purpose; she had a morbid side to her sometimes, saying or doing things to freak you out. 

You’re shaken out of your thoughts as you hear a familiar ringtone emitting from your phone. You blink, taking a second to process the chime ringing in your ears and the buzzing in your back pocket. Retrieving your phone, you don’t even have to look at the contact to know who it is, the custom ringtone belonging to only your older sister. You do check the time, however. You wonder briefly what your sister had to say when it was already eleven p.m. Shrugging, you tap the screen. 

“Hello?” You greet, pressing the receiver to your ear. 

“Apologies for the late call,” She starts. “I heard the Pirate King’s remains had been delivered and I wanted to make sure everything was going alright.” Your sister explains, and you wonder if now was the only time she could spare to call you considering it had been delivered a couple of days ago. It made you feel a bit guilty - using her downtime to worry about you. You weren’t a kid but you appreciated the thought. It was only your sister and you now, with your mother passing a few years back and your father’s funeral mere days ago. She just wanted to make sure you were okay.

You stare at the thing in question; you had the movers place it in the middle of your living room - it being the only place it could fit in your humble abode. It wasn’t as if you couldn’t afford a bigger place, but you lived alone and you didn’t feel the need to have anything extravagant. Though you suppose you could relocate to a bigger place, the housing market was kinda fucked and you should probably strike while the iron was hot. Or something like that. You also weren’t sure if your landlord would allow… human remains such as this to… well… remain here(heh heh). 

“Um, yeah it’s going okay I guess,” You tilt your head in contemplation. “It’s a bit hard to uh, integrate it with my current home decor though.” You joke. She’s silent for a brief moment and you can just imagine her nodding in understanding. 

“I see. That’s understandable. Let me know if there are any issues, I will see to it if so.” She stops as if mulling something over. “However, if you find yourself needing assistance with decorating your house, do not hesitate to ask. Though, I do not recommend placing the Pirate King’s remains within close proximity of the Leopard’s Paw.” She warns. 

“The what now? Why?” You’re almost afraid to ask, trying to remember why it sounded so familiar.

“The Leopard’s Paw,” She repeats, and you can almost hear the wicked smile gracing her lips as she resumes speaking, her tone even and calm with a hint of mischief. “I sent it to you a while back after coming across it during one of my excavations. While it’s entirely harmless on its own, it’s still a cursed artifact.” You freeze at her words, now remembering what she was talking about. 

“As I wrote in my letter,” She reminds, much to your dismay. “the owner of that paw was once known as the “Massacre Weapon,” and records indicated that he was regarded as a formidable man with incredible strength. Sadly, there isn’t much information on him aside from those tidbits. Although from what we’ve gathered thus far, we can conclude he was an agent who worked for the Old World Government; considering all records of him are from classified documentation within the OWG.” Your sister rambles, and while it was mildly interesting, you were way more concerned about the possible negative implications of the combination of the two artifacts. 

“Right. And uh, why would it be unwise to place it with the skeleton..?” You stare down the King’s Retirement Box, mentally glad you had stuffed that stupid paw in the back of your bedroom closet. Gently, of course. It was silly but after your sister told you it was cursed you were slightly afraid of angering whatever was probably possessing it. Slightly. Your sister simply laughs, and to anyone else, it would sound normal, cute even. But not you. No, no, you know better. That was the laugh she makes when she’s about to tell you something she knows will freak you out.

“Robin,” You plead, taking a step back from the coffin. “Please, it’s almost midnight.” Yeah, okay, you were twenty-three and afraid of the spooky and occult, of what goes bump in the night, so what? It certainly didn’t help when your sister often told sinister tales to you during your youth, when your parents were off around the world. Okay, maybe she didn’t do it that often, but still! Not to mention how she used to use her Devil Fruit to spook you throughout the week. You take a seat on the couch, turning away from your father’s parting gift.

“It’s nothing really. Just some newly discovered records show that as opposing sides, the late Pirate King and the Massacre Weapon were often at odds with each other. The cursed energy within the Leopard’s Paw may awaken if in close contact with its owner’s sworn enemy. Not to mention the skeletal remains of the Pirate King are also said to be cursed.” Robin’s explanation causes a single, metaphorical tear to run down your cheek. She continues in your stupor. “You’ll be sure to tell me if anything occurs, yes?” She asks, almost sounding hopeful at the thought of some long-forgotten grudge reviving within your very home.

You reply meekly, slouching in your seat. The conversation shifts to a more normal casual topic as you both talk about how the past week has gone. You begin to feel more at ease as you chat, you always found her voice to be calming when she wasn’t messing with you. The chat comes to an end when Robin tells you she has to go, as she has an early flight to catch and that she might not be able to contact you for a few days. You wish each other a good night(and a peaceful flight to her) before hanging up. 

Setting your phone down on the couch next to you, you stand up to stretch, a yawn escaping you. Stepping around your temporary coffee table, you make your way to the kitchen. The time on the microwave tells you it is currently a quarter to twelve, and your conversation with Robin was a bit longer than you had thought. Not that it mattered, you tended to stay up late into the night on your days off. 

Humming a tune to yourself, you open the fridge, intent on whipping something up for yourself. You mull over what to cook, eyeing the fridge and pantry as you rummage through your mental cookbook. You decide on something simple - eggs on toast. Placing the sliced bread in the toaster, you get started on the eggs: heating the pan, melting the butter, and cracking two eggs into the pan. You briefly debate overeasy verus sunny side before just flipping the eggs. Overeasy it is. You take out the maple butter you made the other day and spread a bit of it over the finished toast. Reaching for your spice rack, you season the eggs just the way you like it; which happens to be the way your mother made them, though yours could never come close to her cooking. Sliding the eggs onto the toast, you make your way to the counter next to the sink, content to just stand and eat. You could feel your stomach rumble as you pick up a slice of toast. 

Before eggs on toast could meet your lips, you hear a loud growling sound. You pause, slowly lowering the toast, frowning. It... almost sounded as if the noise came from in front of you in the living room but there was nothing?? You scan the open area from behind the counter, not seeing anything out of the ordinary. Your eyes linger on the box containing the Pirate King’s remains. Not wanting to entertain the thought of Robin’s warning, you tear your eyes away from the stone casket. It was probably your own stomach growling, right? Or just the typical old building noises. That’s what you tell yourself as you continue eating. You finish relatively fast, placing the plate in the sink. You wash your hands, drying them on a nearby towel. You glance at the pan sitting on the stove. You’ll wash it in the morning. 

You give the area one last look, just to reassure yourself. You didn’t hear any growling, and again, you don’t see anything. Letting out a sigh of relief, you turn to head to bed, shutting the lights off on the way. Entering your room, you make sure to close your door before changing into something more comfortable. Some shorts and an old T-shirt from high school. You make your way under your covers, the cool touch of the sheets feeling nice against your skin. Shifting around to get comfortable, you realize you left your phone out in the living room. The sigh that leaves your lips embodies the feeling of laziness that took over you. You’ll grab it tomorrow, you don’t feel like getting up right now. 

Your head hits the pillow, and you stare at the alarm clock sitting on your nightstand as the food in your belly lulls you to sleep. Eyelids feeling heavy, the last thing your brain registers is the bright red numbers on the screen.

12:05 A.M.

Your eyes close shut as sleep embraces you.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

You shift, the noise slightly stirring you. Your eyes open briefly, eyebrows furrowing as your brain tries to decide if you were still sleeping or if you were hearing things. Eyes blurry, you stare at the ceiling. A few moments of silence has your mind drifting back to sleep as your eyes slowly close.

BANG

You jolt awake, mind going haywire as you stare wide-eyed. It sounded like something heavy collapsing. You hear an odd clacking sound, like a rattling of… something from beyond your bedroom door. The noise stops before a steady thumping takes its place. The rhythm makes you realize it was the sound of footsteps. Breathing heavy, you don’t dare move an inch, afraid of alerting whatever was out there. The footsteps stop, and you strain your ears to hear anything else. You don’t hear anything over the loud beating of your heart. You glance at the nightstand.

3:02 A.M.

Steadying your breathing, you try to muster up the courage to get up. You slowly peel the sheets off you, sliding your legs over the edge of the bed, and rise to a slouched stand. You tiptoe your way to the door, grabbing your spare umbrella that was propped up nearby. Clutching the umbrella in one hand, you reach for the door handle with the other; with a shaking hand, you twist the knob, slowly pulling the door open.

The door opening slightly, you poke your head out. Peering down the hallway, you are greeted by darkness. The once familiar hallway warps in the dark, twisting itself into something sinister. 

‘It’s all in my mind,’ You think to yourself, taking a step out. ‘It was actually nothing and I was just dreaming. I am simply going to double-check.’ You hold back a sniffle, both hands grasping the umbrella so tight your knuckles turn white. Careful to not make a sound, you silently make your way through the darkened hall. You’re almost successful in convincing yourself until the sound of the refrigerator door opening makes you jump. You tense up, unmoving as the goosebumps on your arms rise. Gulping, you resume walking towards the kitchen, the light of the fridge illuminating the sink and the living room behind it. There’s a shadow within the cast light, shifting about as they rummage through the fridge. It… it sounds like they’re eating?? What the fuck?? Between the sound of things being tossed around and torn open, you hear the clacking of teeth and the dedicated… munching akin to some voracious animal. 

You’re close enough that the entire kitchen comes into view. You see a figure hunched over as they dig through the fridge, their frame blocked by door. You hold the umbrella over your shoulder, preparing yourself to swing if necessary. 

You take a step forward.

…And your breath hitches as the floorboard beneath you creaks. 

You hold back a whimper as the figure stops, slowly rising from their position, standing tall. Their head turns towards you slowly, the light reflecting their features. 

A skull. 

You scream.

The thief(skeleton?? Was it even a person?) takes a step back from the sudden reaction, raising its hands almost defensively. 

“Woah! You-” It starts, and you watch its jaw move animatedly as it speaks. Your eyes follow the slice of cheese sliding down its teeth, it falls, landing on that thing’s very, very bony foot. “-startled me! What’s with the screaming anyways?” Your gaze flickers back up at the skeleton’s face, or lack thereof. It puts its skinless, meatless, bloodless-whatever else it has less of!- hands on its hips, tilting its head. You could imagine that if it had a face it would be staring at you like you were the weird one.

You blink. Again. And again. 

And then you scream. Again.

“Hey!” It moves to cover its ears- that it doesn’t have -and oh so very stupidly, you throw your only weapon of defense at the thing. The umbrella hits it square in the face and bounces back, hitting the refrigerator door before clattering to the ground. The undead monstrosity yelps in pain as it gets knocked off its feet. Quickly you turn, deciding to just leave. You dash through the living room to the front door but trip over something before crossing said room. 

You gasp, stubbing your toes rather painfully on whatever you tripped on. You fall to the ground, holding your arms out to brace yourself. Grunting, you turn to look at what you tripped on. You just cleaned the other day, so nothing should-you freeze, your blood turning cold. 

It was the coffin. Or, well, the lid of the coffin. It was laying on the ground as if tossed aside casually. The extremely heavy stone lid that you weren’t able to even budge? The very same lid that took several curious movers to just slide it a smidge? You don’t even know how they got it in the fucking house!

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You slowly look down at the lid and crane your neck up at the skeleton who was hunched over, a skeletal hand on its forehead, as if trying to reorient itself. It stands back up and you remember Robin’s words from earlier. The stupid cursed Leopard’s Paw and its equally stupid supposed sworn enemy, the Pirate King and his stupid stupid cursed skeleton. 

The thing looks over to your fallen form(why aren’t you getting up, get uP ) from over the counter. It slowly begins walking, presumably making its way over to you. Your breathing quickens and time seems to slow down, your vision becoming blurry as hot tears stream down your cheeks.

Oh god, you were going to die. You were stupid and threw away your weapon, and like some stupid cliché, you tripped and found yourself unable to move; only able to pathetically weep as some fucking cursed monster bestowed by your father made its way to eat you after ravishing your fridge.  Powerless to do anything but cry, you could barely hear the sound of its feet clacking against the tile(and eventually the hardwood floor) over the sound of your sobbing. 

Then, you hear a ding.

The thing stops and looks over at the couch. You follow it’s gaze and see your phone. Judging by the sound of the notification, it was probably your weather app. However, the sound snapped you out of your trance, and with some newfound strength, you reached for your phone. You pay no mind to the creature, furiously swiping at the screen, blindly tapping at your contacts as you rise, dashing towards your room. You duck, pushing past the Pirate King, knocking it to the ground(again) with unprecedented strength. Ignoring the sharp pain of your arms hitting bone, you stumble through the hall as you dial someone. Anyone. 

You hear the faint ringing as the call tries to go through to whoever you called. Inside your room, you slam the door shut, locking it. You huff, eyes scanning the room wildly for a place to hide. You settle on the closet and practically leap inside, closing the door once in. Confined to the small space, you collapse to the floor; backing up and trying to hide. Your breathing quick and heavy, you hold the phone to your ear as you hear the person pick up. 

“Oi, what the hell?” A familiar voice slurs, sleep in their tone. You hear them groan as they try to keep awake. “Do you know what time it is?” 

“Law!” You sniffle, glad that he answered. You hear the rustling of bedsheets through the receiver as you ramble unintelligible words between sobs. “Oh god, why didn’t I call the police? Why didn’t I just leave? I was at the fucking door!” You shut your eyes, feeling yourself starting to hyperventilate. 

“Hey. Hey .” Law calls your name through the phone. “Listen to my voice. You need to breathe, okay? Breathe.” He orders and you follow, taking a deep breath. 

“Yeah just like that. Deep breaths.” He continues, his smooth voice grounding you. “Okay, can you-can you tell me what’s wrong? What’s happening?” You sniff back a sob, sighing out a shaky exhale. 

“Law, I-I-” You choke out, momentarily losing your voice. “-I don’t know. I just woke up and the fucking, the fucking skeleton wakes up and it was in the fridge and I threw my umbrella at it andandandnow it’s gonna eat me andI’mgonnafuckingdie!” You weep, sobs now racking your entire body. Under the sobbing, you hear Law moving through the phone as he tries to calm you down.

“I’m coming over right now. Just-just stay on the phone and don’t, don’t hang up. Keep talking for me okay?” You simply nod, unable to speak. You could hear the worry in Law’s voice, along with the lingering groggyness from barely waking up. 

Your call with Law distracted you from hearing the approaching footsteps of the lurking skeleton. It banged loudly on the door, muffled words coming through. 

“What was that?” Law calls your name when you only sob back in reply. “Is someone there with you? Fuck, what’s happening?!” You listen as the door only bangs louder before ultimately breaking under the sheer force of your soon-to-be killer. It enters your room, silent as you hear bone scratching on bone. Holding your phone in a vice-like grip against your ear, you shut your teary eyes as you cover your mouth with your other hand, attempting to quiet your breathing.

 The closet door swings open, revealing the Pirate King staring down at you with empty sockets. You hear Law calling out to you but you don’t answer, staring up at the thing in fear. 

You look between teary eyes as the Pirate King’s jaw lowers, as if to say something.

And then you pass out.

[weishenmewwx]

Stars of Chaos 杀破狼

Vol 2, Notes 1. Pages 21 - 46.

A very kind tumblr user had to educate me that, yes, Priest edited her work after it was published (stolen on to?) on pirate websites, and so, yes, the translators were working off of a different version than I read.

But I LOVE the version I read, so I'm sharing it with you. You get BOTH.

Please excuse my angry "MISSING PARAGRAPH!" hand-written notes, as I did not realize that official edits were made post-pirate-publication.

Below are many possibly-unnecessary cultural notes that I think are just really neat, plus differences between versions. (I love the old one!)

Here we go:

Very cool word, 帅。

Usually, I read or hear it in reference to some guy being very cool. Devilishly handsome. Dashing.

Here, 大帅 is used as "Commander-in-Chief," which is the same thing as "Marshal," which can mean (dictionary.com) "a military officer of the highest rank" as well as the one I'm more familiar with, "chief of a police or fire department in some cities."

I just like how, in Chinese, I can also-interpret that everyone is calling him "Big Handsome."

Yah, Chen QingXu is a Boss. Who introduces herself as, like, a snake-oil peddler.

讷于言 The young soldier was bad at words. Not sparing, not careful; just bad.

悬壶济世 hang pot save world, because so much of Chinese medicine is boiling herbs for patients to drink.

No one is putting powder in leather sachets. It's dried herbs.

I usually agree with the Seven Seas' formatting, but I think it would be more clear if those sentences were broken into the original two separate paragraphs.

Top: Gold Tank = container for violet gold. It took me a second to figure that out.

Bottom: 小兄弟. I love how you can combine the "older brother" 兄 with the "younger brother" 弟, add a "little" 小 in the front, and it becomes, effectively, "Bro," but respectful.

In case you can't read my tiny bad handwriting: there used to be another paragraph here about how Gu Yun wants to see Chen QingXu because his meds are losing effect. The effects of drinking the meds used to last for months, then weeks, and now they only last two days.

And on the facing page, in the illustration, Chang Geng should be ON his horse.

It hits a little different, I think, to say You have to bathe and change your clothes just to walk your horse? And it has to be this exact time and place?

锋芒毕露 "sharp point must expose"

After years spent guarding the Silk Road, Gu Yun's propensity to show off had gradually faded...

OK. I think ten is enough for this post. More to come...

My DanMei Literary Adventure Masterpost

Stars of Chaos - All Notes Links

[blackbird-brewster]

Friday Fic Recs

Now that I can read again, I'm trying to get in the habit of doing this again, yes I know it's Sunday. It's been a hectic few days. As per usual, these are mostly horny fics and I recently started reading /reader fics for the first time so there's plenty of those below.

What I've Been Reading:

Criminal Minds || Derek/Reader || WC: 2534 || Rated: Explicit

Author: Kattwyllie (@storiesofsvu)

Why I Love It: Mainly, I'm bisexual and Derek is really hot. Plus, I never knew I needed a Derek/Reader fic where he lifts reader up around his waist -- but after this, that's all I've been thinking about 😏

Criminal Minds || Emily/Reader || WC: 2075 || Rated: Explicit

Author: Kattwyllie

Why I Love It: I think this author is single-handedly changing my stance on 'Daddy' kink because it just worked SO well in this. I definitely see Emily as a 'Daddy' in the bedroom and pheewwwwwwwww, this fic got me so horny.

Criminal Minds || Emily/Reader || WC: 3387 || Rated: Explicit

Author: Kattwyllie

Why I Love It: What's not to love about this fic?! Emily taking care of her kitten!sub is pretty much everything to me. Plus, I've always been a sucker for the pet name 'kitten' so that was the cherry on top of a perfect fic.

Criminal Minds || Tara/Reader || WC: 2587 || Rated: Teen

Author: Kattwyllie

Why I Love It: I first read this fic a few weeks ago when I had covid again and I was feeling so low. I needed some soft Tara fic and this really scratched that itch. This is such a wholesome fluffy fic!!!

Criminal Minds || Tara/Reader || WC: 3181 || Rated: Explicit Author: Kattwyllie

Why I Love It: Religious smut just hits different. This is one of my most read fics to-date. I often pull this one up first when I'm horny and need to melt my brain a bit. Preacher's Wife Tara Lewis??? HOT, HOT, HOT!!!!

Criminal Minds || Emily/JJ || WC: 3990 || Rated: Explicit

Author: SloanGreyMercyDeath (@jenny-from-the-bau)

Why I Love It: This author's smut fics are some of my most read fics. I adore trans!Emily so much and I love this role reversal. Emily absolutely deserves to get dicked down by JJ

ICYMI: New Fics

I've written a couple of new one-shots in the last month or so, but mostly I've been working on compiling the Extended Edition of Between You & Me. I plan to post that whole thing all at once when I have it put together. Jara fans, keep an eye out!

Criminal Minds || Tara/Emily || WC: 2154 || Rated: Explicit

Summary: Tara can't help but fuck Emily awake.

Criminal Minds || Tara/JJ || WC: 2396 || Rated: General

Series: Just as Long as You Stand By Me

Summary: Tara gets to share her passion for cars with her step-sons, while navigating parenthood.

Criminal Minds || Tara/JJ || WC: 2007 || Rated: Teen

Summary: When JJ's brother is homophobic at a family dinner, Tara decides to put him in his place.

Basically, Tara Lewis obliterates a homophobe.

More Fic Recs Below the Cut

Past Friday Fic Recs:  [Friday Fic Recs - Tumblr] || [CM Fic Recs - AO3 Collection]

Rec Lists: [JJ/Emily] || [Tara/Emily] || [CM Femslash]

My Fics: [Jemily] || [Temily] || [Jara] || [Smut] ||  [All]

[sapphires-and-silver-linings]

Fic Writer Tag Game

I'm a bit late doing this, but thank you @olenskas for tagging me in this lil game!

Anyone who wants to participate, go on ahead!

How many works do you have on AO3?

Five... for now...

What's your total AO3 word count?

136,475. I'll hopefully hit over 140k after I drop this next chapter of Half-Life.

Your top 5 stories by kudos?

Well, considering I only have five fics, I'll just put them in descending order:

Half-Life - Resident Evil 4, 36.9k, Plaga!Leon Kennedy/F!Reader, Unfinished Chapter Fic

The Betrayer - Dead by Daylight & Resident Evil, 72.6k, Chris Redfield/F!Reader/Albert Wesker, Unfinished Chapter Fic

Madness is the Color Green - Marvel Cinematic Universe, 13.3k, Thor Odinson/F!Reader/Dark!Loki Laufeyson, Unfinished Chapter Fic

More - Dead by Daylight & Resident Evil, 4.1k, Leon Kennedy/F!Reader, Finished One-Shot

Tend The Light - Dead by Daylight & Alan Wake, 9.4k, Alan Wake/F!Reader, Finished One-Shot

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Oh, baby, do I. I love the interaction! I love seeing people's opinions on my work! I get so excited when someone says something nice to me, especially if they put a lot of thought into their comment or asked questions. I eat that shit UP.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Lmao, all my current fics have smut or will have smut in them. I'm a freak like that. As for the type... I mean, I explore all sorts. Some of them are soft and romantic, some of them are dark and rough. I just love putting some kind of emotion into them. Though I suppose I haven't posted the darker smut scenes just yet, but they're coming (ba dum tsh).

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No, thank god. But with the rise of AI fics, there's always a possibility lol. A reminder to please not steal my fics or use them for AI fodder, thanks.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope. Would be cool though!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, way back in high school, me and two of my friends wrote a BBC Sherlock fic together with self-insert OCs. It got mildly popular on Wattpad lmfao, but it was never finished and that account was deleted so it doesn't exist online anymore. I still have the files for it in my docs though, for the nostalgia. I doubt I'll ever revisit it, but it was my first real foray into fanfic writing and without it, I wouldn't be the writer I am now. <3

What's your all time favorite ship?

I'm gonna be so real with you, I almost exclusively read reader insert fics. I enjoy some ships in passing, but it's not something I really care about or obsess over. That being said, there's something compelling about Roman Roy and Gerri Kellman in Succession. But I guess my real answer is currently my reader insert with Logan Howlett. I need him bad.

What's a WIP that you want to finish but probably never will?

Oh boy, there's many, sadly. I try to tell myself I'll come back to those stories eventually though. And hell, I might. Never say never. In particular, I have a Moon Knight/F!Reader fic idea in my docs that I'm not sure how to actually write. Maybe someday.

What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm really good at capturing a character's essence, mostly because I study them like a critter under a microscope until I understand them in my own terms. I also think I write pretty decent prose, and I feel like I inject emotion into my stories well.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Ugh. Obsessing over minute details that really don't matter. It hinders my progress, but in my mind, it has to be perfect. Despite that mindset, you wouldn't believe how often I go back and edit my work retroactively lmao. Oh, and over-explaining or over-describing things. I have that quirk where if I believe if I go into enough detail, I'll make more sense, but later realize I made it more confusing lmao. My biggest writing flaw though? Taking approximately 800 years to write literally anything. God, do I wish I was more prolific. Alas.

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet, but want to?

God, so many. The amount of little fic concepts I have in my docs is crazy. Currently, I'd love to dive into a COD fic. Specifically a Poly!141/F!Reader one. I had this pirates AU idea, but there's no real plot there lmao.

What's your favorite fic that you've written?

This is difficult because I put my heart and soul into my fics, but right now, I have to say Tend The Light. I honestly think it's my best writing yet. The irony that it's my most niche work is not lost on me lol.

Thanks for reading!

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[realtasuantrai-arch]

this is a big headcanon post, so it's under the cut.

to start off with, my interpretation of cu chulainn takes from both his mythology and the fate series' interpretations of him along with headcanoning out some things i do not agree with.

if he gets angry, things will either burn or get scorched depending on how angry he is. when he learned of the right of first night, he burned the cushions he was sitting on because that's his wife, you fuck, you aren't getting the first night with her- he melted snow within a 30-foot radius of him because he was pissed off. generally keeps his temper under control because explaining that he's literally going to burn things if he gets angry is difficult.

he's not as underweight as he's put down as in canon. he's more around 90kg due to the amount of muscle he has, because you do not go through scáthach's hell training and come out looking like a stick.

his facial features show that he isn't quite human himself, given to his heritage as lugh's son (and a demigod). cu is classified as "dragon in human skin" because his features do look vaguely draconic in nature. he has sharper canines, smoking is "akin to breathing actual fire" and isn't a detriment to him as his lungs are made for it, his muscles are much more bulkier than a normal human's, he has claws instead of just regular nails (which he is very careful with) and his sight is more than excellent.

also, in terms of what i've headcanoned out/edited due to my own preferences of his legends:

cu's relationship with fand. she and another fae, when he hit them, made him extremely ill and then whipped him half to death. he didn't fall for her because he'd been literally made ill by her for an accident (as i do believe he would've listened to emer instead of attacking the strange birds. there's reasons she tells him not to do things, he'd be stupid not to listen to her unless it's direct orders from the king) and beaten to near death. if there was anything between them, it was magically induced and not actually cu's feelings for her. i don't follow the actual lore behind this because i find it ridiculous and stupid he'd fall for the same person that nearly killed him.

yes, cu did sleep around. that i will not deny. however he held no feelings for anyone other than emer. he treats women with the utmost respect and care because they are equals to him. though he held emer in the highest regards, as she was his first and only love. she's the light of his life, his entire world. and he only ever loved her.*

he is absolutely traumatized by the fact an entire training battalion was slaughtered by Medb when he was in a magical three-day sleep after being awake for months to fight her armies thanks to lugh. he regrets being unable to fight and make sure that they didn't die, and holds himself responsible for their deaths.

cu did not have a son by aife. he was made to believe connla was his son, but he was not. i don't care what lore says, that didn't happen for my cu.

*in regards to rps, cu still holds lingering feelings for emer but he knows the dead can't come back to life. it allows him to "move on", essentially, but she's a vital part of his life that he'll share with anyone he falls in love with.... but he'll treat them with the same respect and care he would give emer if she were still alive.

so yeah. this is a literal full thing about my headcanons for cu. i don't really like... remember the rest of them right off the top of my head so i might make other hc posts about him later down the line. but for now, this is the comprehensive list of "rea doesn't know what the fuck he's doing, but is doing his best."

[minheelovelee]

been thinking about double penetration with baekseung and amin 🤔😳

I see the vision… Virgin Baek is here. Experienced Amin. Subby and slightly pathetic reader. Too good.

Also scared to post this.

Warning:. Afab reader. Anal. Virginity loss. Amin cuck moment. subXsub. big dick baek.

Not edited.

Amin is such a nice friend. When he picks up on Baek’s little crush on his gf, he starts thinking about sharing.

When you’re with the boys, he encourages you to wear your sluttiest clothes. He would flaunt you around in spaghetti straps and tiny-cut jeans shorts all summer.

He thinks it’s funny how Baek stares at your body, drooling. He finds ways to put you two together. Squishing you next to each other on the couch, getting him to tie your shoes, or asking Baek how he likes your outfit that day.

When he’s in the dorms, he’ll fuck you in the next room over. Headboard hitting the wall, letting you be as loud as you liked. He lets you in on this information one day during pillow talk. “Baby, what do you think about letting little Baekseungie hit?” “What the fuck?”

When it’s just the three of you in the dorm, Minwoo confronts Baekseung doing dishes in the kitchen. “I have something that you want, Hyunwoo.” The way his shoulders tense makes Minwoo smile. “Hyung, what?” “Don’t waste my time. You want y/n. You can have her.” He turns around to look at Minwoo, checking for any sign of a trap. “What do you mean?” “You can fuck her, Baek.” A furious blush covers Hyunwoo. The room is silent for a few moments. After thinking to himself, “What’s the catch?” “No catch. I’ll let you have her however you want. She’s a fucking slut. You don’t even know. I know you aren’t fucking anyone else. Just let me sit in the room to watch over her.” His mind fills with the dreams he’s had of this exact moment. “When. When can I?” “She’s in my room waiting for you. She wants you bad, Hyunwoo. Make my girl happy.” “Now? Oh, fuck. Okay. Oh, God, I will.” “Atta kid. C’mon. She’s ready.” The dishes are forgotten as they walk to the bedroom.

The door is already open. Minwoo pushes past it to reveal you on the bed. The way you’re sitting with your legs squeezed together drives them both crazy. “Hyunwoo…” You trail off. “Noona. You been waitin’ for me?” He looks back to Amin, who nods toward the bed. “Yes.” He’s not satisfied with the way you look at the ground. Tipping your chin, you’re forced to make eye contact with him. “What do you want from me? How can I help you?” “Hyunwoo, please. Don’t make me ask for it.” Minwoo speaks from his chair in the corner. “He doesn’t know what you want, babydoll. He’s never done this before.” Baek wants to object, and he does. But he quickly realizes that he’s right, so he backs down. “Can I kiss her, Hyung?” “Go ahead.” That was all he needed.

"Please fuck me. I really want it." "Fuck, yeah." He gets on top of you once again. You rid yourself of your top and his bottoms. With how wet you are, he should slip in just fine. That doesn't stop you from being nervous. He spreads your legs and fits between them. You can feel his tip sliding down your wetness, eventually finding your hole. He pushes in with a grunt. He falls over you, held up by his elbows. You whine right into his ear. "Ohhh, s'big." "You're so fucking, tight. Shit, I can't move." "Please. Please, I want more. Don't wan' you to stop." "Oh, God. I'm sorry. I can't move, Hyung." You're surprised that he just called out for Minwoo while inside of you. Just the thought of your boyfriend makes you clench around his length. "Oh. Don't fucking do that, baby. Can't."

Amin instructs you from afar. "Flip him over, princess. Show him how nice you look from below." With that, you keep him inside you while switching positions. On top, you can take control of the pace. But you're too fucked out to do so. You try to bounce on his cock, but your thighs burn when you go past the tip. Hyunwoo whines out for you, and you do the same. "Please fucking move, baby. I want it." "Can't do it. S'too hard. Please, Minnie. Need you."

"You two are fucking pathetic." Both of you whimper at the degradation. Minwoo gets up from his seat. "I expected this from Hyunwoo. But y/n? What happened to my brave little cockslut?" He wraps his arms around you, holding you close. "You babies need my help?" "Yes, Minnie. Please." Hyunwoo looks away. He feels too guilty to speak with his cock inside his friend's girlfriend. "Lean down, sweetie. Give Baek a hug." You lay down and wrap your arms around his upper body. He trails his hands down your back to meet Hyunwoo's cock. He spits into that hand and spreads it around the exposed base. "Now push those hips down. Remind me how good my little girl is at taking cock." He gives you a gentle push, continuing until you've reached the pelvis. "Oh, my God. That's so fuckin' nice, Noona." You and Baek leave marks on each other's backs, both holding on to each other tightly. "Atta girl. Just stay like that. Sungie's got you nice and tight. Right?" "Yeah. Yeah, I got ya, Noona. Fuckin' love this." "You're gonna love it even more, Baek. Hold out for me." It takes you by surprise when Minwoo lays his lips on your ass. You can't see what he's doing from behind, so whatever he has planned is unknown to you. And when a cold finger grazes your rim, you're even more surprised. You gasp right into Baek's ear and he grips you tighter. "What's wrong, baby?" "Ask him." "What are you doing, Hyung?" "I'm just gonna fuck her ass, Hyunwoo. Be patient for me." When he gasps into your ear as well, it makes you laugh. You shut up when Minwoo slips a finger inside of you. Continuing his work, he lets you adjust to him, eventually adding another finger. You move your face into Baek's neck, taking your sexual frustration out on his skin. After a third finger, Minwoo pulls out. He lays a hand on the small of your back. "Both of you take a nice, deep breath for me." When you fill your lungs with air, Minwoo replaces his fingers with his cock. You breathe out and grip Baekseung's biceps. "Oh, my God." He gives a similar reaction after feeling you tighten around him. Minwoo grabs you from below your arms and pulls you to his chest. "Feel alright?" "Feels real full." "Oh, I know, love. Takin' it so well. Look at Seungie while I fuck you." He looks like a fucking wreck. There are tears in his eyes. "Noona…" He reaches out for you. Minwoo smiles into your neck as he starts thrusting. When he enters you, he lifts you off Baek's cock. A pulling out, he sets you right back down, ensuring you're always stuffed. You grip Baek's hand tight. After getting into a rhythm, Minwoo shows you something. "Look at her tummy, Baekseung. Look how you fill her up. Stickin' right out." The angle lets you see when Hyunwoo's cock pushes on your walls. Right below your belly button, he makes a bump. "Oh my fucking god. Hyung. I'm gonna cum in her. Can I?" "Finish in that pussy, and you're fucking dead. That's fucking mine. You can have her ass. Don't you dare cum in her yet. I'm not done." Amin releases you and you fall to Hyunwoo's chest again. Minwoo pushes you while thrusting again. Having both cocks inside you at the same time is overwhelming. You can't help yourself when you bite right into his shoulder and make him yelp. "Hyung, please. Can't take no more." "Fuckin' brat." Minwoo pulls out and lifts you off his cock. You whine out at the emptiness. "Shut the fuck up. Put that ass in the air and let Hyunwoo finish in you." You shakily get on all fours and Amin shoves your head into the pillow. "Go." "Wanna see her…" "Lift her by the fucking hair and look at her then. Show her you can handle her the way she needs." He lines himself up to your hole and pushes in quickly. You grip the pillow tightly. "Gotta see you." Hyunwoo grabs your neck and pulls you to his chest. You turn your head back and try to find his lips. He guides you to them. "Oh fuck." He grabs onto your hair and pulls your head to his shoulder. The other hand grips your pelvis as he pounds into you sharply. Three more thrusts and he releases inside you, moaning in your ear. "That's so damn good. Thank you."

You fall forward when he pulls out. "How you feel baby? You did such a nice job for Seungie." You just smile at Minwoo while he pats your head.

"Wanna learn how to eat pussy, Hyunwoo?"

—

[ourimpavidheroine]

In reference to Chuck Tingle's post:

When I write chapters from Huan's POV, they are the most natural chapters in the world for me to write.

Sometimes the tenses change. He goes from past tense to past perfect tense and even sometimes into present tense. This is because when I write from his POV I just let that go. I'm very bad with time in RL, and the only reason I get anywhere I'm meant to be is due to lots of effort on my part, including a whole system of alarms on my phone.

What Huan sounds like in his POV is similar to what I sound like in my head.

The one time he didn’t control it was the day that some of the boys at the school were hurting him, pulling his hair and shoving him, laughing at him, kicking him when he fell to the ground. He hurt and he was scared and he was angry but he remembered what Mom and Dad said, that he couldn’t hurt anyone with his bending so he didn’t. But then Junior came, shouting, shoving at the boys, swinging wildly at them, and they started to hit him, hard, and his glasses flew off his face and hit the ground of the play yard at school and one of the lenses cracked, a starburst pattern, and he remembered what Grandma told him, that his brother was shale, and these boys were going to crack him like shale, like his glasses shattered on the ground and the next thing he knew teachers were there, and people were shouting and yelling at him and he put his hands over his ears because it was too much noise and he was screaming and the principal was shaking him and telling him that he had to let the boys go, let them go right now, HUAN LET THEM GO and so he did, and then his brother had his arms around him, telling him that it was okay, his face bare without his glasses, his eye already turning colors, and then Mom and Dad came and people were still shouting and a woman was screaming that he was an animal, a danger to society, and Junior put his hands on top of his over his ears so he wouldn’t hear any more. He stayed home for awhile after that and Mom and Dad told him he could never ever do it again, that he could never bend like that again, that he could have killed those boys, pushing them down into the earth like that, that they could have suffocated, but no one seems to care that they were hurting him and hurting Junior.

Mom tells him he has to say sorry if he wants to go back to school but he doesn’t want to go back to school. And then she yells at him and even Dad comes in not to yell because Dad never yells but he tells him that he is being a disappointment and that makes him cry because he does not want to disappoint Dad but to say sorry is a lie and he won’t lie.

It is Junior who comes to his room and sits on his bed. He has new glasses and his eye is better now. Listen, you just have to apologize for what you're sorry about. Is there something you are actually sorry about?

He thinks this over for a long time. Junior waits for him. I’m sorry that I got so upset he tells him. Junior doesn’t understand so he explains further. Grandma says that an earthbender always has to be in control and I wasn’t in control.

Junior smiles a big smile then. Okay. So what you tell them is that you are sorry you lost control. That’s true, isn’t it?

He nods and then he smiles. Yes, that is true.

There. Tell them that. Problem solved and you don’t have to lie.

He throws his arms around his brother. Maybe he is shale, but he is many times smarter than he is. Junior always figures out the hard things. That’s why he loves him.

The absolute biggest editing issue I have is fucking up my tenses. You might not notice it in my writing, but that's because outside of Huan I spend a great deal of time checking my tenses.

In fact, a LOT of the reason my work takes so long to write is due to the editing process. Sure, I go in and clean up the first draft, smooth things out, catch the occasional spelling or grammar error, etc. Sometimes I leave a marker when it comes to continuity that I don't remember off the top of my head (it happens!) so I can go back in and fix it later. But the vast majority of my editing process is going back in and making my work more neurotypical-friendly.

I don't, for example, ever get confused in the middle of a paragraph if two men are involved over who is doing what. I can use "he" for both of them and I never get confused about it. However, it was brought to my attention very early on in my life that OTHER people got confused about it. So a lot of what I do in the editing process is go in and replace actual names for the "he" so that readers can follow along, despite it seeming unnecessary to me.

Some readers have compared Huan's POV to a stream of consciousness-type of writing, but that's not what it feels like to me. To me, it feels natural. Unforced.

“You don’t think he’s shale?” He would like to know what his mother thinks. It is not that she’s always right; sometimes she isn’t. But his mother is intelligent and has seen a lot of the world and he knows she will answer him if she knows.

Mom is quiet again as she thinks. “I think your brother has gone though a lot and it’s damaged him. He’s not the same person he was fifteen years ago and he’ll never be that person again. In some ways he’s more fragile but in other ways I can see he’s stronger.” Mom sighs. “When he went missing after he got out of prison your father and I thought the worst.”

“What’s the worst?”

“Suicide.” Mom’s voice is steady but her heartbeat tells him how much it still scares her, even now. “When Ikki let us know he was up here we were surprised but so relieved.” She kisses the side of his head again and he does not mind. “I should have guessed he’d find you. He always looked after you when you both were younger. He loved you so much.”

“He did?” He was never sure. Did the Junior that was love him or did he just have to take care of him because he was the older brother?

“Oh Huan, yes. He did. He really did. Still does.”

“He told me it wasn’t my fault he left with Kuvira but I don’t know.”

“Huan.” Mom’s voice is that voice she makes when she means there is no more nonsense now. He doesn’t always know what people mean with their voices but he knows this voice, much like he knows the sound of Ikki’s voice when something delights her and the sound his brother makes which means if you disturb him any longer he is going to lose his temper. “He did not leave because of you. Or your sister or your brothers. If anything, he left because of your father and me.” Mom sighs. “Which I will chase him down tomorrow to talk about, even if I have to follow him into the heart of this mountain to do it.”

“You won’t even need your bending, just follow the sound of him yelling at everyone.” He means it as a joke and is glad when Mom laughs a little and nudges at his head with her shoulder.

“Some things never change, I guess.” Mom stretches a little then, using her foot to bury her mostly used cigarette deep into the rock where no one will find it. Well, no one but him, anyhow. “It’s late. Early. We should go to bed. If your father wakes up and I’m not there he’ll assume I’ve gone to murder Chol and worry about it.”

“Dad knows you.”

“Yes, he does, but no murder tonight. For Ikki’s sake, at least. And Tenzin’s. He’d never forgive me and your aunt would never let me live it down.”

“Are you glad that you and Aunt Lin are sisters again?” He likes his Aunt Lin. Her heart is steady and true. And she never mocks him.

Mom swallows at that. “I’m grateful every single day,” she says, quiet. The sun is starting to come up, just a little, and he can see her profile in that faint, salmon light. He lets his eyes take it in. He would like to paint it. Her. “It felt like a huge chunk of me was missing without her.”

“Families are confusing sometimes. But sometimes not.”

“Ain’t that the truth.” She smiles at him and he pushes his head into her shoulder again, pleased. He doesn’t get her to himself very often and he thinks he will remember this moment with her forever. “Good night, my sweet boy.”

“Good morning, actually.”

Now her smile gets bigger. “Of course. Good morning, my sweet boy. Try and get some sleep, okay?”

“Okay, Mom. Thank you for talking to me.” He stands and she stands as well and reaches out a single finger, waiting for him to touch it in return. That is how his family could hug him when he was small, when every touch felt like a blow. He could allow the finger touch but nothing more. But he is no longer small and so he puts out his arms and wraps them around his mother and pulls her off her feet with his hug and he smiles when she hugs him in return.

“I love you, Huan,” she says into his ear, and he does not need to have her feet on the ground to know it is the truth. He knows that she does. He is too happy to say it back to her, the words will only get stuck in his mouth, but she knows that and knows that when he rubs his forehead across hers that it means he loves her in return. He puts her down and with one last smile she turns and walks up the gangplank of her airship.

He waits and watches for the sun until it first peeks over the crest of the mountains and he feels better than he did. He can sleep now.