#yoi space week

[dollyhyuckii]

𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘆 𝗱𝗮𝘆- 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗮𝗼⋆୨୧˚

word count- 705♡

genre: fluff ♡

warnings- kissing/everything is in lowercase on purpose ♡

୨୧˚authors note -this is for the seventeen drabble week! , you can read all of them here!

it was one of those days when the sky seemed to have forgotten the sun cloaking the world in a heavy gray blanket. you and minghao were strolling through the park, hand in hand, both of your laughters echoing against the backdrop of the trees. you guys had decided to take a stroll to soak in the crisp autumn air, but the clouds had other plans.

as you two reached the edge of the park, dark clouds rolled in ominously. before you guys could decide whether to turn back or seek some type of shelter , the heavens opened up. rain poured down with a fierce intensity, drenching you two within moments. you both sprinted toward the nearest bus stop, laughter mingling with the sound of the rain pounding against the pavement.

minghao pulled you close as you both squeezed under the tiny shelter, sharing a glance that spoke volumes. the bus stop was small, barely offering enough room for the two of you , but it didn’t matter. “well, this is unexpected,” minghao chuckled, shaking droplets from his hair.

“just our luck!” you replied, your eyes sparkling with mischief. you two shared a smile, and for a moment, the storm outside faded into a soft lull, a rhythm to both of your hearts.

with the storm crashing around you two, both of you settled into the cozy space, leaning against each other. the rain drummed against the roof, creating an enchanting melody that wrapped around you two like a warm blanket. it was just the two of you there, sheltered from the world, and the magic began to unfold.

“do you remember the last time it rained baby?” minghao asked, his voice playful.

you smile widened. “or course! we were at that little café downtown, watching the raindrops race each other down the window.”

“oh yeah! and we ended up getting soaked trying to run back to the car!” he laughed, his memories flashing vividly in his mind. “you insisted on wearing that ridiculous yellow raincoat.”

“hey! it was fashionable in my defense,” yoy retorted, nudging him playfully. “besides, who else can pull off yellow like I can?”

“hm well true,” minghao conceded, his laughter fading into a tender gaze. you two fell into a comfortable silence, listening to the rain’s symphony. “but what I really loved was how we found joy in the simplest things. it made me realize how lucky I am to have you.”

yoy blushed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “those moments mean everything to me, too. remember that rainy afternoon when we danced in the living room? just us and our silly playlist?”

“of course baby! you stepped on my toes every five seconds, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything,” he teased, his voice warm.

you leaned your head on his shoulder, your heart fluttering with nostalgia. “its funny how something as simple as rain can bring back such beautiful memories. it makes me dream about our future, you know? i can see us in a cozy house, curled up on the couch while the rain pours outside.”

“yeah pretty?” minghao asked softly, his eyes searching yours. “what else do you see?”

“i see us growing old together, sharing spontaneous adventures, and creating our own traditions no matter what the weather throws at us,” you said, your voice filled with hope.

you twos eyes met, and the weight of dreams lingered in the air. minghao leaned closer, brushing his lips against your forehead, then capturing your gaze. “then let’s make those dreams come true, yeah beautiful?.”

as if the world paused, minghao gently cupped your face, leaning in for a kiss. it was soft at first, the kind that tasted of promise and warmth, igniting a fire amid the rainstorm. both of your guys lips danced together, the thunder rumbling outside serving as the perfect backdrop to you twos love. time melted away as both of you savored the moment, blissfully lost in each other.

when you finally pulled away, breathless and wide eyed, the rain seemed to lighten, as if echoing you twos joy. the storm would pass, but the memories would hold fast, sheltering you two through every downpour life had to offer.

[r0ttenhearts]

My Dove

sypnosis: in which kazuha leaves you after the death of tomo

warnings: angst, no comfort

“hey, wait, kazu! hold it still!” you giggle into the frame as kazuha holds a kamera above the three of you. a smile gracing your features as kazuha’s arm slung around your neck. tomo’s wide smile perfectly captured in that photo.

that was the last time you all took a photo together.

the news of tomo’s passing hit you hard, but not as hard as it hit kazuha. his fleeting touches became much more scattered as he kept to himself. your usual routine of being together came to a screeching halt the day he told you he needed space.

the solem look in his eyes, the way his head tilted downwards, you were weak to him so of course you complied. but what you didn’t know was that he was leaving inazuma. he never told you he was boarding the crux, nor that he was going to liyue.

you only found out when yoimiya brought it up to you one day as you helped her decorate her firecrackers.

“do you know how long until kazuha is back? i helped him load them up but he never said when he’d be back.”

you froze at the mention of kazuha. load? when he’ll be back? your mouth felt dry as you looked up at yoimiya from your painted firework.

“what do you mean, yoi? he left?”

yoimiya’s eyes widened, her hands halting.

“the ship is going to liyue and kazuha was on it with captain beidou. i thought you knew (y/n), isn’t he your best friend? you two used to always be together on the docks.”

you shook your head. your heart clenching. kazuha never told you he was leaving.. why didn’t he? especially after what happened. he said he needed space, not that he was leaving.

your mind flashes back to the private moments you had with him, moments you’d replay in your head that never failed to make your heart race.

his gentle lips on yours, the way his warm hand would gently squeeze yours, his warmth breath on your face as he did your eyeliner for you, his endearing nickname he gave you, “dove.” did this all mean nothing to him?

“he never told me anything.” you whispered as yoimiya rubbed your shoulder. she assured you that he’d be back soon enough! he just needed time to sort out his thoughts like he said! you stayed positive, agreeing with her until weeks turned into months and eventually it had been 3 years since he left.

your positive attitude and cheery demeanor was long gone, replaced by a cold and indifferent girl that now wore your face. mentions of kazuha and the renowned traveler had met your ears as your friends gushed over the traveler one day, failing to notice the way you scoffed at the mention of his name.

kaedehara kazuha. the man that had taken your heart with him on that ship, only to let it disappear into the salty winds of the sea he seemed to adore. he adored more than he did you, anyway.

you pretended not to care for his absence, cursing his very existence every time someone would ask you about him. not a single letter from him, nothing. not a word. if he wanted to forget about you, you declared you’d do the same.

one day after helping yoimiya with her firecrackers for the yokai festival, you noticed she was more chipper than usual.

“what’s with you today?” you asked, your monotone voice flat as ever. yoimiya shook her head, giggling to herself. “oh nothing (y/n)! thanks for the help today. if you could, could you go set up some fireworks by the docks?”

you nodded, scooping up a bundle of the brightly painted fireworks as you made your way down to the docks. you didn’t notice a familiar ship that was docked with a few others.

you sighed, crouching down and setting up some fireworks together. you tied a bundle of them with red string, not hearing hurried footsteps from behind you.

“dove? is that you?”

your eyes widened with shock as you heard him behind you. you slowly stood up from your crouched position, turning to see the face of the man that had broken your heart. a wide smile on his face as he tugged at his sleeve before taking a step towards you. his face falling as he saw you take a step back.

“(y/n)? what’s wrong? i came back to see how you were doing-”

“don’t bullshit me kazuha.” you spat, voice laced with anger as you walked in front of him, pointing a finger to his chest. angry tears bubbled up in the corners of your eyes, your chest feeling nothing but hate.

“if you cared so much, why didn’t you write? not a word from you for these past few years, and you think showing up will make that okay? you didn’t even fucking tell me you were leaving.”

you shoved him hard as he stumbled, his eyes creasing with worry. the sight of that only made you angrier as you lifted your hand, a slap resounding off of the water.

“you’re a cruel man to have broken my heart and shown up here like nothing happened between us. i no longer feel anything for you kazuha. don’t speak to me again.”

kazuha didn’t say a word as you left, watching your back as you slowly disappeared from view. he knew he fucked up, but he didn’t think you’d be so angry. angry enough to strike him.

a few days had passed since your reunion with kazuha. the festival was now in full swing as you stood next to yoimiya in your yukata. she gave you a small smile, telling you she knew what had happened. you frowned, remembering the events that had occurred.

“wait a moment, traveler! paimon keeps taking me to the food stalls.”

your eyes narrowed at the boy with white hair, his smile and laugh as he stood next to the blonde traveler and their floating companion. the sight of it made you sick.

“why do you think he never told me?”

yoimiya looked to you as you asked that, her nose scrunching up in confusion. “what do you mean (y/n)?”

“he just looks so happy with them.” you gestured to the trio that was down the hill from where you both stood. yoimiya shook her head, taking your hands in hers. “don’t think like that (y/n). i’m sure he had his reasons. he cared- cares about you.”

her worried features scanned your face for any sign of any emotion that would tell how you were feeling. your features remained indifferent as she hugged you.

after a month kazuha had boarded the ship once again, his eyes scanning the crowd for any glimpse of you. it was a silly hope to think you’d see him off after the scene that you two shared, but he wanted to fix things. every time he attempted to talk to you, you’d turn and briskly walk in another direction. it hurt. hurt to see his childhood friend act in such a manner towards him. he sighed, his bandaged hand resting on his chest as the boat began to sail away from inazuma.

“i’ll make it up to you one day, my dove. i promise.”

taglist: @samarill

[multifandomqueen2002]

Back Tickles

Bayverse!Leo x Fem!Reader

*(ALL TURTLES ARE AGED UP! 18+)*

Warnings: None. Might be cussing.

Candles crackle softly in the dimly lit room. The cool smooth satin of Leos blue duvet cover against your bare leg as the duvet lays wrapped around your bare sleeping figure. The lair is quiet. Only Mikeys snoring and Donnie's keys tapping away as he types on his keyboard can be heard.

Leo's door opens as he steps inside, towel draped over his shoulders. Face naked, mask in hand. He shuts the door and looks over at your peaceful state. A smile tugs and the corner of his mouth. You made him so happy. He lived for you.

He steps closer to the bed, taking the towel in hand and hangs it over a chair you took to his room to do your makeup in his mirror.

Why does he have a mirror in his room? You bought a extra mirror one day while on your way to a movie night at the lair. You spent the night there once before and decided it was too difficult to do your hair and makeup the next morning in their bathroom. The lighting in the bathroom sucked, and mikey and raph have a subconscious feud of "who gets to destroy the bathroom first" in the morning. Their stomachs dont get along with pepperoni.

Leo slowly places his knee on his bed, leaning over your frame, his fingertips gently grazing your calf and up your thigh. His hand ends on your hip as he gently squeezes to wake you.

"Princess?" His voice soft, deep, low

Oh, how you loved his voice.

"Mmmhh?" You respond, barely wake.

"Move over, beautiful" he slowly starts pushing you as you move over, you feel the bed dip behind you as Leo lays down on his side next to you. Your warm lower back against his pelvis. Enough space between your back and his plastron for his right hand to creep up to your bare back and he lightly starts slowly stroking his fingers up, down, left and right. Your body bathed in goosebumps. Another soft smile tugs at his lips as rests his head on his left arm.

He is so in love with you. All his thoughts wander off as he tickles your back. It wanders to the day he first met you. He never knew a persons' smile could say so much without saying a thing at all. You smelled so sweet. You were so kind. He observed you, trying to maintain a distance.

Thoughts trail to a slip up between him and Raph a few weeks after he first met you. They had a terrible fight, at a terrible time. He had already recognized the deep feelings he has towards you by this time and Raph knew. So he pushed buttons that day.

You, Casey, Vern and April came over for chinese and before the takeout boxes were even opened, Raph and Leo were at eachothers throats. No one had a clue how it started. Leo was so outraged that he stormed off his room, just to breathe.

You, the kind and pure soul that you are, checked on him immediately. You didnt believe in bottling emotions. 'It makes you sick' you would always say. With a soft knock on his door, you call out to him. "Lee, are you alright?" After he let you in, you both sat on his bed and he just let it out. He couldn't keep it to himself anymore. He talked all that has ever bothered him and yoy sat there with an open heart and an open mind. Listening, comforting. Hes never felt so heard, never felt so assured.

All he knew that day is that you were a treasure, that he couldn't let go.

Many more memories were about to flood his mind until his thoughts get interrupted by you leaning back into him with a little stretch.

"Baby?" You look up at him with half lidded eyes,

"Yes my Angel?" He smiles rubbing your thigh.

"Hold me?"

Thats all this big boy needed to hear before he wraps his arm around your waist and you head snuggles right below his chin. He holds you close, like its the last time.

"Goodnight, Angel"

With one last kiss on the top of your head, you both drift off in the warmth of eachother.

A/N:

Ok this is my first time writing in a looong time. So i hope it wasnt too bad. I do take requests!

I prefer requests because i run out ideas so dont be shy :D

[thegirlwhorideslikeasamurai]

In the one week that has passed since I've semi-returned from my social media hiatus here and on the extinct-bird-site, I've realised that I've been much better during the time that I was away.

I didn't miss the bad takes, I didn't miss the shit posts, I didn't miss the bashing of animation studios, and I've certainly didn't miss the daily toxicity of fandom spaces. And while they seem part of the internet experience, I guess that's the reason I couldn't really enjoy being here in the first place. It's not me, it just stresses me out.

My immediate instinct was to return to my seclusion and only come here when I have to something to post or to chat without looking left and right. But that's not what I came here for in the first place.

What I'm looking for, what a part of me still wishes to find since I've first had the desire meet other are YOI fans, are people who are interested in academic discussions of canon. Fans who don't argue based on projection alone and who don't just claim that something is canon because they want it to be canon. Fans who enjoy analysing canon and getting to the bottom of things as much as I do.

Seeing how poorly my meta analysis do compared to all kinds of other posts, I really wonder where those people are. Or if they exist at all.

I would really like to see more of that. To have more in-depth discussions about YOI. To meet people who genuinely share this interest.

If you are out there, I'd be happy to connect.

PS: If you don't know what I mean by in-depth discussions please have a look at my metas.

[marco-newgate]

Marco X CisFem Reader

3

Ace almost always entered your room without permission.

Drawing your name out into a long irritating whine he threw himself on top of you. Your eyes snapped open in annoyance while you flailed under the comforter and your idiot best friend.

"God damnit Ace if it's earlier than 10AM I'm fucking kicking your ass." You grumbled.

"It's 9:32 yoi." Marco's voice called muffled by the door.

"Get uuuuup." Ace whimpered completely ignoring your threat and going limp so it'd be harder to fight his dead weight.

"Why are you awake right now? It's Saturday." You twisted yourself around to your back spreading your arms out.

Quickly you wrapped your arms (with the blanket) around the freckled idiot flipping him onto the mattress sitting on his chest victorious.

"What the hell F/N?!" He wiggled beneath you.

"You were warned. Now you must face - "

"N-no don't! I'm sorry!" He shouted.

"- the tickle monster!" You finished digging your fingers into his ribs and arm pits through the blanket.

"I- ah- h-hate yah-you!" He giggled and kicked eventually finding the strength to push you over.

"We're too old for you to just come in here whenever you want. I need privacy sometimes ya know?" You flopped down next to him taking your blanket back.

"Gross." He muttered, "I just wanted you to come out with us. You've been moping around for almost a month."

"So, let me mope. I just had my whole future turned upside down." You pulled the blankets over your face.

It had been three weeks since you beat Sanji up and you'd had zero contact. He still hadn't returned any of the belongings you had left at his apartment, some of which you really wanted but there was no way you were going back there anytime soon. Facing people was annoying; people who knew what happened gave you pitiful glances and clichéd advice while those who didn't know asked how he was sending your heart into a depressing spiral.

Now you were living out of boxes in the room you'd grown up in. Barely sleeping and having your obnoxious best friend invade your space without permission... just like high school. But you loved it here. It was home. And though you'd never admit to them you loved living with these loud idiots.

There was a light tap on the door.

"Hey F/N...you should probably come out front." Sabo said softly.

Ace had quickly passed out next to you.

So much for waking me up ass.

"Will no one in this house let me sleep?" You groaned.

"Uh.. Well Sanji is here." He added. 

A gut clenching wave of nausea rolled over you as you sat up.

"Ace wake up dumbass." You swatted at his freckled cheeks.

"Wha - when did-"

"Shut up... Sanji is here." You choked on his name.

Ace shot to his feet while you rushed to make yourself look presentable. Dabbing concealer under your dark puffy eyes, you couldn't let him see how sleep deprived you were. Somehow it felt like he'd win if he saw what a mess he made you.

After braiding your hair and changing clothes you made your way to the front of the house. Ace taking confident purposeful strides at your side as you reached the screen door that lead to the porch. Marco and Thatch had already stationed themselves on the deck arms crossed and stone faced. Sabo stood nearby not quite as protective as the others. Ace pushed through the screen his balmy hand engulfing your wrist.

Your stomach fell again catching sight of the blue sedan. Marco glanced down at you offering a crooked smile.

" Seems he's too scared to get out yoi."

"I wonder why." You breathed palming his elbow.

The car's engine cut off drawing your attention back as Sanji stepped out cigarette hanging from his lips. That was a sight you hadn't witnessed since you'd become official. You didn't even have to nag him about it. He gave up smoking almost immediately. It was a rough couple of months and he substituted with constantly gnawing on a toothpick but you gladly accepted the trade.

Before you could will yourself to go down the porch steps Luffy came barreling out the door throwing himself over the rail that framed the deck.

"Saaaannnnjjjjiiiiiii!" He launched himself onto the blond causing the two eldest brothers to facepalm.

Seriously Luffy? He's the enemy.

You couldn't really stay mad at the youngest, though watching him cling to Sanji made you cringe. He is one of his best friends and Luffy is capable of existing passed the limbo of your differences and loving both of you.

"Oi Luffy - you disrespectful little -"

"It's fine." You hushed Thatch.

You took a deep breath before descending the small stair case.

"Finally bringing my things?" You asked breaking up the reunion.

Luffy stepped back grinning, "I'll help you carry your stuff F/N."

"Thanks honey, but I think I got it." You managed to smile at the raven.

"Uh yeah... Hey." Sanji muttered rubbing his neck, "I wasn't really looking forward to facing a firing squad."

"Yeah well you brought that on yourself." You shrugged, "Let's get this over with."

"Sure." He sighed opening the back door and pulling out a medium sized box.

You took it placing it on the hood of the car to rummage through and make sure he got everything. Some scarves, your favorite hoodie, flat iron, DVDs and books. Tucked into the very bottom corner were a pair of red lacy panties. Not only were they not your style they weren't even your size.

"These aren't mine." You stuffed them into the breast pocket of his pinstriped vest earning a chuckle from Ace, "There's a box in my room marked for this guy can someone get it for me?"

Without a word Marco dipped back into the house returning with a moving box labeled "Liar". He approached slowly, expression unreadable as he just dropped the box at Sanji's feet and turned to you.

"We've got to leave soon and you need to eat." He smiled picking up your box and heading back toward his brothers.

You stood awkwardly for a few moments trying to keep calm.

"Well if that's it." You turned away from the chef.

He caught your wrist, Marco and Ace bristled.

"I just really want to apologize. You didn't deserve that." He said softly smashing the cigarette with his boot.

"Well, I'm not much for forgiving right now so you'll just have to feel guilty for a bit longer if at all." You jerked out of his grasp, "You should go...these guys are pretty over it."

He sighed and slid back into the front seat as you climbed the steps trying to keep the tears at bay. Why did you still have to cry over this guy? You just wanted to be over it already. Ace held his arms out only to have them filled with your box of junk. Marco wrapped his arm around your shoulders and lead you back into the house. Ace shot Thatch an inquisitive look only to have the eldest shake his head and follow you inside.

"You really need to eat yoi. You're wasting away." Marco sat you down at the table with a plate of eggs and bacon.

"When did you worry so much over me?" You rubbed the mist from your eyes.

"Just eat."

"Can I promise to do it later?" You whined.

He slouched down in the chair beside you and leaned over just inches away from your face unamused.

"Ugh. Fine." You nibbled at the food suddenly feeling nervous under his lazy gaze, "Where are you guys going today anyway?"

"The beach!" Luffy cheered.

"Not really beach weather. Taking pops fishing?" You guessed.

"No he's over at Linlin's place on the lake this week." Thatch replied, "We just thought it'd be a good day trip, Luffy has been begging to go for a while."

You watched the youngest bounce around with bacon hanging from his lips.

"I think I'm gonna take a raincheck."

Ace let out a deflated sigh, "We want you to have some fun though."

"I know, and thank you, but I'm no fun right now. I don't even wanna hang out with me." You let out a dark chuckle.

"She can stay home if she wants." Marco defended making you shift beside him, "I'll just stay here with her. Koala is going so there's plenty of people to make sure the babies don't drown."

He was referring to Ace and Luffy who had never learned to swim but were drawn to water. It never made sense to you. You'd even offered to teach them – both just sank like rocks.

"You're one to talk." Ace scoffed.

"Yeah hypocrite pineapple." You chuckled, "You just wanted me there to lifeguard."

"Shut up yoi." He nudged you, "Don't fucking call me that."

You offered your best pouty face.

"Well whoever is coming get your shit together." Thatch called, "I'm leaving in 10 minutes with or without you."

After everyone left you sat on the sofa wrapped in your blanket channel surfing before landing on a movie you'd seen a few times. As you let yourself get lost in your thoughts Marco plopped down next to you.

"Are ya gonna stick to me all day?" You yawned.

"There's nothing else to do." He chuckled.

"Then make yourself useful." You nestled into his shoulder closing your eyes.

Marco crossed his arms settling into the sofa. A few moments later you were snoring lightly against him. You really hadn't gotten sleep it took almost no time for you to be completely unresponsive. Shifting a little he pulled you into his chest so that both of you were more comfortable.

"Sweet dreams." He murmured giving your scalp a soft kiss before drifting off himself.

A/N : Happy Birthday Pineapple! <3 

[medusapelagia]

WIP Wednesday Whenever

Thanks to the wonderful @kallisto-k who tagged me!

In my time zone Wednesday is long gone and sometimes life is tto complicated so I officially transformed this is into: WIP Whenever 😂!

Ask me when you want what you want and I’ll answer 😉

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog of this post or new thread, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from, write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

If you’re reading this, you’re invited! If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

These are the options:

💍- Getting to know you (again) (steddie, forced marriage, amensia au) Steddie Big Bang

❓- Secret Sapphic BB

🚀- Steddie Space AU

🪄- 1Ml words Steddie celebration fic

🦈- SharkBilly 2

🤐 - Secret Billy BB

A little snippet from SharkBilly!

Food and water. Yeah. It’s just like a school trip only… It's forever. Steve feels it deep in his bones and somehow he’s not surprised, like it was a call he always waited for without knowing it. With a sigh, he grabs his duffle bag and goes into the kitchen where he finds a few bottles of water and some crackers that he packs immediately with some fruit.  In the kitchen, the calendar stares back at him. Honk Kong, that’s where his parents are now. They are supposed to come back next week. For a moment Steve wonders if he should leave a note or something, but then he chuckles to himself, what could he write? Hi Dad, I’m leaving with my shark boyfriend to live with him in the ocean? It makes no sense. The loud thud of Billy’s tail on the marble pavement attire his attention. “There’s no need to leave any message,” he says, “everyone will think you died in the fire.” “The fire?” “Jonathan and Hopper got back to the Hawkins National Centre for Scientific Research and burned it down.”

My no pressure tag list: @just-my-latest-hyperfixation, @vegasol, @vicecapitain, @thatgirlwithasquid

@ilovecupcakesandtea, @hornedqueenofhell, @kassifieddocuments2, @kaizenkhaos, @sunflowerharrington

(And…. I totally forgot to tag @bellandora !!! Sorryy!!)

(I love tag games and I tag A LOT! If yoy don't want to be tag just DM me and I won't tag you anymore ;) )

[the-dork-urge]

Bang Bang - Robert House

Summary: You, an actress find yourself in an affair with Rob House, yoy are in need of 3 simple words, which he cannot give you.

Angst (i guess?) 2159 words

He was a hot breath against her skin, a soft snore vibrating gently in her ear. His hands, though loosely wrapped around her, anchored her to the present. She leaned into his touch, feeling his warmth seep into her skin.

It was a foreign sensation, this quiet calm, something she had never known with Thomas, where tension had always lingered like an unwelcome guest. With Robert, it was different—easier. Yet, it was fleeting, and that was the part that stung the most.

She loved him. In her quieter moments, she allowed herself to believe that Robert might love her too. Despite his relentless schedule, the busiest she’d ever encountered, he carved out time for her, finding space in a calendar that seemed perpetually full. He listened when she spoke, not just hearing, but truly absorbing her words. His smiles, though rare, were warm and genuine when they met her eyes. That's what she told herself.

But she was no fool. She knew of Robert’s reputation—his fascination with starlets and fleeting romances. What made her any different? The thought nagged at her, casting shadows over her fleeting happiness.

As the morning light began to seep through the curtains, it painted the room in a soft, golden hue. The daylight was a reminder that their time together was running out. She placed a delicate hand on his cheek. Robert’s features were softened in sleep—his usually sharp gaze was now calm and relaxed, framed by tousled black hair and a faint smile on parted lips. Leaning in, she pressed a tender, kiss to his lips. Robert’s face seemed to react to her touch, a slight twitch of his lips.

Reluctantly, she moved from the bed, standing naked where only the morning light could judge her. The cool morning air contrasted sharply with the warmth she had left behind. She began to search for her clothes, scattered haphazardly around the room. Each garment she found and slipped on felt like a step away from sanctuary and back into her reality.

~ It was 5:30 when she reached her trailer on the set. Robert would be awake by now, starting his day, while Thomas would still be sleeping, oblivious to the night she had just left behind. She greeted the makeup artist with a polite smile as she settled into the familiar chair.The ritual began once more—an almost mechanical process where the makeup would erase the remnants of her private life: a cleansing of the evidence of the night spent in someone else’s bed. If the girl had any suspicions about the night’s origins, she was smart enough not to ask. The unspoken agreement between them, between woman, was clear—some boundaries were to remain unspoken. She emerged, with the make-up as a mask, as the polished, professional image needed for the day, as she prepared to step into the roles expected of her.

Outside, Cooper Howard was waiting. She couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy as she observed how his eyes seemed to grow heavier with each passing week. The burdens of a domestic dispute, a divorce, alimony, and relentless public scrutiny had etched their marks on him. His struggles served as a stark reminder that dissatisfaction was a common plight and that truly happy marriages were exceedingly rare.

He reached out to her, more for himelf than anything, his heavy hand resting on her shoulder. “Another day, huh?” he said, his voice carrying the weight of exhaustion. She sensed that this might be his final film, his last contract before Hollywood moved on without him. She was there to make his last ride as pleasant as possible, and he was determined to leave with whatever dignity he could muster.

“Another day,” she replied, her voice mirroring his weary resignation as they walked together toward the set.

Acting opposite Howard Cooper felt like a rare gift. He moved through his role as the hero with a natural grace, making it seem effortless. Meanwhile, she was cast as the damsel in distress, ostensibly in need of saving. But the real twist—one that mirrored her own life—was that this damsel was actually the villain. The irony was palpable, and it was impossible for her to ignore the parallel to her personal struggles.

Thomas had once pulled her from a rundown diner, placing her on this very stage. Without him, she wouldn’t have this opportunity. Yet, despite the debt of gratitude she felt, her resolve was already wavering. If given the chance, she would leave him behind, her mind half-set on escape. The guilt that accompanied this thought was heavy, and it lent an authenticity to her portrayal of a character torn by inner conflict.

As the climactic confession scene approached, the tears came easily.

“There’s villainy behind those beautiful eyes of yours,” Cooper’s character accused.

“There’s lies… yes,” she replied, her voice quivering under the weight of her own emotions. “But there’s also guilt.” The gun trembled slightly in her hand, but she steadied it, fighting the storm raging inside her.

“You don’t love me?” Cooper’s character pressed, staring into the dark barrel of the gun.

Her breath caught. The weight of her choice was almost unbearable. She struggled with the decision, the internal battle of truth versus facade.

“Tell me you love me or pull the trigger,” he urged, desperation seeping into his voice.

She mimicked a twitch of her finger, her heart pounding in her chest. The line between her performance and her reality blurred.

“I don’t love you,” she said, the words breaking through her turmoil. Then, with a dramatic bang, the gunshot fired, and Cooper’s character fell to the floor. The finality of the scene resonated deeply within her, echoing the unresolved chaos inside.

The fake gunshot unleashed a torrent of emotion she had been suppressing, and genuine tears began to flow. As the director’s shout of “Cut!” cut through the haze, she wiped at her eyes, helping Cooper to his feet with a trembling hand.

“That was great,” Cooper said, his hand resting gently on her shoulder. His eyes, though weary, conveyed a deep understanding. “And I’m sorry,” he whispered.

In that fleeting moment, their shared sadness bridged the gap between their roles and their realities. As she saw the empathy in his gaze, her own emotions erupted uncontrollably.

~

At the end of the day, she found herself back at Robert’s house. She watched as his Mr. Handy bot moved around the kitchen with mechanical efficiency, setting two plates on the table. Robert sat opposite her, his evening scheduled with a mere sixty minutes for dinner before returning to work.

Even with their limited time together, she couldn’t focus on him. Instead, her gaze drifted past him, and the robot approached, delivering the meal with precision but no warmth. It tasted fine, though; the bot was adept at its task.

She prodded at her plate, and Robert dismissed the robot with a casual wave.

“The robot’s done its job,” Robert said, gesturing to the plates. “We have an hour before I need to get back to the office. Let’s use it wisely. Anything you want to talk about, or should we just eat?”

His directness, his honesty, and the sheer practicality with which he spoke—traits that had been his hallmark—suddenly grated on her.

“Whatever you want, dear,” she replied, not hiding the edge in her tone.

Robert ignored the subtext, focusing on his meal. He glanced at his watch, then back at his food, and eventually set down his utensils with a sigh. She continued to stare off into space, her own utensils hovering over her plate, untouched.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he said, breaking the silence.

She paused, considering his request. Setting her utensils down, she reached for her wineglass. As she took a sip, she looked over the rim at him and murmured, “Tell me you love me or pull the trigger.”

“I didn’t catch that,” Robert said, leaning in slightly and retrieving a cigarette from the table.

“‘Tell me you love me or pull the trigger,’” she repeated, her voice laced with frustration and resignation. “It’s a line from Cooper today. It’s stuck in my head.”

“I see,” Robert said, lighting his cigarette. “It’s quite an ultimatum.” He took a drag, swallowing hard as he braced for the direction of the conversation. “Did you shoot him?”

She nodded and took a gulp of her wine.

“Hmm.” Robert considered this, the cigarette now hazily held between his fingers. The sharp smell of tobacco mingled with the aroma of their meal.

“I need you to answer the question, Rob,” she insisted.

Robert exhaled a cloud of smoke, his expression thoughtful but guarded. “I see. So that’s where we’re headed,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “You want a direct answer, but it’s not so simple. I have feelings—strong ones—but they’re not easy to define or explain.”

Inside, she felt a sharp pang of disappointment. His reluctance to admit his feelings was a raw wound. “Bang,” she said, her voice trembling. She had hoped for clarity, some confession to solidify their connection. Instead, his words left her grappling with an emptiness she hadn’t anticipated. The certainty she sought seemed to slip further away with each passing second.

Her thoughts churned. Was she reduced to just a possibility, a sentiment he couldn’t quite grasp?

Finishing her wine quickly, she tried to steady herself. “Goodbye,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper as she stood up from the table. Leaving felt like an act of self-preservation. If he couldn’t give her what she needed, maybe it was time to move on, though her thoughts drifted beyond Robert to Thomas as well. She took a deep breath, trying to silence the ache in her chest.

As she passed the robot on her way out, its impassive stance at the door seemed to mock her with its perfect indifference. Once in the hallway, the weight of her emotions overwhelmed her, and she slammed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the house.

For a moment, she held her breath, her heart aching with a foolish hope that maybe—just maybe—he’d come after her. But that hope felt embarrassingly naive. She knew Robert better than that. He’d remain at the table, cigarette smoke curling around him like a shroud, the unspoken words hanging in the air, bitter and suffocating.

She knew he wouldn’t follow; he never chased after anyone. The sting of standing there alone, her car keys clenched tightly in her hand, hurt more than it should have.

It was a relief to be out of that house—beautiful and impractical, a monument to everything wrong between them. Luxurious, yes, but cold and impersonal.

At the edge of the driveway, she glanced back one last time, the empty ache in her chest still there. He wouldn’t be standing in the doorway, calling her back.

Climbing into her car, she slammed the door shut, tears stinging the corners of her eyes. The ache in her chest intensified as she fumbled with the car keys, her trembling hands struggling to fit them into the ignition. She tried to take a deep breath, but the tears blurred her vision, her frustration bubbling over.

In her haze, she didn’t hear the car door open beside her. Robert’s hand reached in, swift and deliberate, taking the keys from her trembling fingers. His touch startled her, and she looked up, breath catching as she saw him standing there, half-shadowed by the night, his expression unreadable.

“Stay,” he said, leaning into the car. “I want you to.”

She looked up at him. “Why should I stay?” she asked, her voice trembling. “Why should I waste my time with someone who doesn’t even know if he loves me? If I wanted to stay in a relationship where I’m not appreciated, I could have stayed with Thomas.”

Her voice grew frantic, words spilling out in a rush. “Thomas might not be perfect, but at least he’s predictable. At least he doesn’t—” She stopped, taking a shaky breath. “At least he doesn’t leave me wondering if I’m just a passing distraction. You think I’m just going to sit here and accept whatever you’re willing to give?”

Robert’s eyes darkened with a mix of frustration and resolve. “I’m not here to play games or offer half-truths,” he said, his voice steady but edged with intensity. “I’m not good at these things—love, relationships, whatever you want to call it. I’m practical and deal in facts. But right now, the fact is, I want you to stay.”

He grabbed her keys with a decisive motion. “Don’t mistake my uncertainty for lack of interest.” She blinked up at him, struggling to reconcile his words with the forceful kiss that followed. It wasn’t gentle; it was a commanding, urgent press of his lips against hers that silenced her protests.

[monstersinthecosmos]

Do you think the show really will be cancelled? And do you think the awful part of the fandom that sprung up from it will go away anytime soon if it does?

tbh I really don't know enough about the show to have an opinion on that. I'm not really interested in hate-watching or lurking in fandoms that I don't belong to LOL so I'm not really on the inside of any gossip about how it's looking behind the scenes and I don't really want to speculate because I know I don't have all the information. I think this question is for people who are more invested or have more industry knowledge than I do!

As far as the "awful" part, if you mean fandom casual normies who travel from fandom to fandom like locusts to harass people until all the creators give up: Yes, they will move on. I think sometimes in fandoms you get like, casual normies who discover there's a subculture of nerds they can harass, and they do that for a couple years until it either gets boring or their personality grows enough to have more productive passions, and there's also fandom lifers who actually like, care about their thing (probably in a ND fashion tbh) and are usually the ones who stick around and make all the content that everyone else wants to consume.

The casual normies also just tend to have such underdeveloped senses of self that they join tumblr bc it's the thing to do, and pick a fandom because it's a thing to do, and they spend their whole time fandoming in such a deep state of denial that this might be a real hobby and there might be real people participating that they just neg everybody and shit on it the whole time for being cringe without realizing that they're here too lol. Like the amount of times a bully has tried to shame someone for being too passionate, and used "it's not that deep" as a conversation stopper, etc. These folks will move on because they're here because they're bored, not because they actually are POSSESSSED by the THING. (and hey, if you joined a fandom because you're bored THAT'S GREAT that's how we all got here in the first place, but don't shit on the carpet lol please be respectful to the space you just intruded upon!)

So a show going off the air isn't going to deter the people who actually love it. I mean, my other fandom is Sheith and that show was A. Terrible, B. Over in 2018, and the fandom is still going strong because a lot of people genuinely love the characters. I'd even say the same of VC book fandom, especially considering how much of the fandom falls off after the trilogy, and that ended like, 30 years ago LOL.

The thing about fandoms is that they're self-generating, right? And if you're one of the deep fandom nerd lifers you'll learn this if you haven't yet. Even AMC fandom; S1 ended a year ago and fandom is going strong. Part of it is the hope and hobby of watching news drip out - SURE! But it's also the fanart and fics and meta and conversation. The season is what, like, 7 hours long? And I'm SURE that the deep nerd lifers have spent way way way way way more hours than that reading fanfiction by now. And fanfics can really supplement a canon and give people ideas and deepen their love of the source. So I'm positive that there are people out there who have been moved to tears by fic and feel so strongly about THOSE stories, as well, and it just deepens their love of the show when they return to rewatch.

From 2016-2018 I exclusively read Yuri on Ice fic and there was only one season. And that season is even shorter! It's like 4.5 hours of canon! But when I think about YOI I am thinking about like multitude of NOVELS I've read about it, not JUST the 4.5 hours of canon, right?

All fandoms are like this. Fanworks are the lifeblood. And even with book fandom's lack of fic, I still feel that the friends I've made are the experience here, and how we can chatter all day & night about Armand forever and never get tired of it because we're all ND weirdos lol. I mean my Armand friends and I just spent a week in New Orleans together, it was the best! And as a fanfic writer, I will ALWAYS want to dedicate my free time to writing stories and talking about the blorbos, and I share those stories because fandom is self-generating and I want to do my part in keeping it alive. People create stuff and make friends and stick around well past the death of canon because they are POSSESSED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And I hope that one day when the show is finished that the bad actors get bored and move on and the creators and true fans stick around and keep making stuff, because bullying people and being a cunt uses up a LOT of energy that could be better spent on productive and creative hobbies when they're ready to heal themselves and grow up. It's just not sustainable! :)

[wolfliving]

Self-driving urban taxis finding a market niche here and there, sort of

https://www.cbinsights.com/research/autonomous-vehicle-resurgence-transportation-mobility-opportunities/

Autonomous vehicles are back in the spotlight.

Equity funding to the AV space has tripled to $7.5B this year thanks to Waymo and Wayve (with a combined ~90% of funding).

Below, we highlight 3 key takeaways on the autonomous vehicle landscape.

1) Developers are targeting multiple autonomous driving use cases, with robotaxis in the spotlight

This year’s largest funding recipients are targeting multiple use cases.

Waymo (Alphabet subsidiary) is focused on robotaxis — where it’s seeing commercial momentum. The company is now considering expanding into the personal car use case by licensing its technology. Notably, one area it is not investing in is autonomous trucking, which it exited in 2023.

Wayve formed early partnerships with UK grocery retailers ASDA and Ocado, focused on home delivery of groceries. The company is now pushing deeper into robotaxis, including via a partnership with Uber. Alphabet CEO Sundar Pichai framed Waymo's approach as “multiple paths to market” on the company’s latest earnings call. Waymo hit 150K paid rides per week in October.

2) OEMs are keeping their loss-making self-driving units afloat with fresh capital injections

Despite challenges like safety and delayed commercialization, GM and Hyundai have injected a combined $1.4B into their self-driving units this year.

Tech-native OEMs such as Tesla and BYD are amping up their efforts as well.

Tesla for example is gunning for a robotaxi, although the timing of the Tesla Cybercab launch remains uncertain.

OEMs keep their loss-making self-driving units afloat

3) In China, autonomous driving players IPO at discounted valuations

Chinese autonomous driving companies are leading an exit wave.

Horizon Robotics and WeRide went public in October, and Pony.ai, Momenta, and Minieye all recently filed to do the same.

An AV funding crunch in China (down 90% since 2021) is pushing many of these companies to go public at a discount to their last private valuations.

More broadly, China is also seeing growing adoption of robotaxis.

Baidu‘s Apollo Go service, for example, averaged 75K fully driverless rides per week in Q2’24 (up 26% YoY).

The bottom line

Autonomous driving has arrived gradually, then suddenly.

Robotaxi adoption is pushing some mobility players (like Uber and Lyft) and OEMs to reassess their strategies and recommit after reducing their exposure to the space.

CB Insights customers can dive into implications for transportation leaders in the full brief here....

[harleyification]

Hi Kody! When you get this, answer one of the questions (or all if you really want!) then pass it on to 5 writer friends! 🥰 If you have more than one WIP, pick at random! We want you talk about your works and celebrate with you! ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜 1. What are you most excited to write with this WIP? 2. How has this WIP changed since the “daydream/brainstorm” stage? 3. Who is your favorite character in this WIP and why?

HI SARAH!! THANK YOI FOR THE ASK!!

The worst part about this: I have so many WIPs that I wanna talk about at every given opportunity, and I only have the space to talk about one...or two...but screw it, I'll go with the obvious WIP!

Oblivion Heir:

1. "What are you most excited to write with this WIP?"

SO many things!! I have so many action scenes pre-planned already since that's all I daydream about when at work, but I gotta say...I'm most excited for certain parts in my story that I call "Harley's Orphan Eras" JDKCKEKEKDKFKEK!! They're all really emotional chapters that all serve a purpose to introduce new characters that will guide Harley to his next lesson! I have actual arc names for OH (Symbiotic Arc, Remnants Arc, and Unity Arc), but I can't wait for Harley's Second Orphan Era in the Remnants Arc, because certain characters FINALLY come into play!!

2. "How has this WIP changed since the daydream/brainstorm stage?"

Fun Fact: OH is now a year old, since brainstorming began back in April 2022! But also, like....this is wild....but Oblivion Heir actually started out as a Peter & Harley twin brothers AU!! I wasn't into Parkner just yet, and I really wanted to make an AU where they did have a connection! However, I didn't like the idea of Peter getting spider powers and Harley just being left in the dust. I wanted to put them on equal grounds. So, I looked into possible ways to give Harley superpowers that would make him as powerful as Peter...and symbiotes appeared in my research!! Not long after that, I got really deep into Parkner and fell in love with the solo concept of Harley having a symbiote that it all snowballed from there! EDDIE AND VENOM WEREN'T EVEN PART OF THE ORIGINAL DRAFT, IT'S WILD

3. "Who is your favorite character in this WIP and why?"

So, excluding Harley since ofc he would be my fave...I think it'll be very spoilery, but I really, really can't wait for a certain thief character and bully jock to enter the fray...they both have such a funny as FUCK dynamic with Harley, and have such awesome character arcs that I WILL DIE TO WRITE FOR!!

(I hoped to finish Chapter 4 soon, but Im so fucking busy this week and I accidentally deleted my chapter notes which destroyed a lot of my motivation, so I'm at a standstill for now, skxkckekd,,,)

[sheepishfreeloader]

I am soooo looking forward to finally getting out of this house!! I CANNOT STAND the way they live!! Filling every surface with shit, buying things they don’t need/already have knowing FULL WELL we have no room for them, leaving the air on so cold that the husband wears WINTER CLOTHES inside when it’s the start of a blistering summer… and the constant noise! Playing TikTok’s and podcasts out loud, music I hate on repeat, loud blender noises at 9am.

Just fuck this shit! I’m looking forward to our own place, even if it’s just a mid-sized apartment. Where we can decorate it how we like, keep things neat (not pristine, but I want COUNTER SPACE DAMN IT), and not have to hear random fucking TikTok’s at all hours of the day.

They can stay in this shitty house and rot. I’m ready to move on. I’ve been told they’re shitty friends- while they been good friends financially and let us live here and pay rent, they’re shitty friends when it comes to emotional intelligence and communication. Letting me pay rent because your mortgage and utilities is really high does not a good friend make. A landlord could do that.

We used to go on trips together and sing in the car. We uses to sit on the generally clean porch and talk during the night, when it finally got cool. We used to walk the dogs together. My wife says that our housemate, like myself, wonders why our friendship isn’t how it used to be. I wonder fucking why?? Girl, wife and I buy 1 bag i chips max per every 2 weeks and can barely fit it in the cabinet because despite paying $800 per month we can’t even use the damn space we pay for. We use the slim amount of counter to place our bread loafs and you came home with 3 more bags of chips (despite two full shelves in the shared snack cabinet stuffed with your uneaten stale shit) and shoved out bread to the side so you could use OUR ONLY FUCKING SPACE for your chips. “Why aren’t we close anymore” BECAUSE YOU ARE AN ASSHOLE. And everytime we’ve tried to talk to you you flip the hell out and get aggressive, slamming shit, acting like a toddler. Blaming things on other people. You leave tons of your food to rot in the fridge and then if I mention it you whine and show me the 1 (one) thing I have that’s molded, as if that’s a gotcha. SHELVES OF ROTTEN FOOD ARE NOT EQUIVALENT TO ONE BOWL OF MOLDED BEANS YOY FUCKING WALNUT

God I can’t wait for our own space and privacy. And I know I shouldn’t wish a bad life on others, but I can’t wait to visit them later and see what a damn mess the house is in, so I can tell my wife “I told you so” that they couldn’t survive alone. She always looked down on us and infantilized us ever since college, but fucking look at yourself you snob. You want to treat somebody like a baby? Treat yourself like the baby, because you haven’t paid your own mortgage in years (I have, my wife has, your husband has, not you), you leave your cats litter box to fester for weeks, you don’t know how to share a space like a normal roommate. Such a damn bulldozer. Live in your house alone with your doormat or a husband and pretend you’ll totally have a kid in the future. Damn, you can’t even take care of a fucking pet. You think you should have a kid? Please do not.

[usopp-writes]

Ace's first Christmas as a Whitebeard Pirate

Unwinding in the snow

December 17th

The air was cold and a lot of lanterns had been turned on around the ship, to help warm it up a little, though you could still feel the chill in the air.  Ace found himself once more surrounded by people, his devil’s fruit powers were handy at times like this, though he didn't mind it. Being of use was always nice. 

"We'll reach our destination in two hours. An island in our territory, where we will be able to shop for Christmas gifts and supplies for Christmas. We'll stay there over Christmas and leave on the 27th, so ten days. It's a winter island and I'm sure you can find a lot of things to do there, yoi." Marco sat down next to Ace with a cup of coffee in his hand. He'd pushed a few brothers away, so he could sit next to the freckled man, the phoenix being drawn to the heat.

"Sounds good. I love the sea, but man I do miss solid ground under my feet." Ace let out a sigh. They'd been on the sea for almost 4 weeks now and he could tell he wasn't the only one getting restless.

The hours passed by fast and soon the Moby Dick was docked in the harbor. Things were a little chaotic, but Ace found himself getting dragged to a huge open space and before he knew it, everyone was divided in four teams. He looked at Deuce, who looked as puzzled as he did.

"Ace. Deuce. Get over here. We need to get ahead of making snowballs." Izo called out for them, as they were on his team.

Shrugging, the two went to the sniper and it didn't take long before the two young men understood what was going on. A huge snowball fight between four teams and the winners - those not hit with a snowball - would win the right to boast.

It was fun, even if Ace didn't win. Afterwards the crew was making snow sculptures or snowmen/-women, some still fighting in the snow. When everyone was cold and tired, they headed back to the ship, where hot chocolate and freshly baked goods were waiting for them. Ace felt like a child, but in a good way. It'd been good to just have some fun in the snow.

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[deborahmorrishometeam]

Today's Market Minute 7 December 2023 - Oviedo, Florida

🏡 Oviedo Real Estate Update | Today's Market Minute with Chuck Morris!

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Median List Price - $429,000: Discover a 7% year-over-year decrease, but wait... the plot thickens with a 4% increase in the median closing price, now at $465,000!

Median Price per Square Foot - $244: Chuck reveals the details behind this 1% increase year-over-year. Every square foot is worth its weight in dollars!

Average Days on Market - 39: Homes are moving fast, but with a 3-day increase from last month. Timing is crucial in this dynamic market.

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[thegirlwhorideslikeasamurai]

Can You Hear My Heartbeat Chapter 45

Eros Lost – a drama in three acts

Summary:

It sounded like the end. Yuuri had been so sure that he had planned his and Viktor's future carefully. However, after losing his eros, he finds himself closer to losing everything than never before.

Only two weeks late due to certain disastrous events back then, here's the next chapter of my YOI novelisation. Brace yourself for angst and drama.

Excerpt below the cover image...

Excerpt:

When Viktor returned from his morning walk, Yuuri was still asleep, his beautiful face buried in his pillow. The fact that he had not stolen Viktor’s pillow, as he so often did, was only because halfway through the night Viktor had moved back to his bed to give Yuuri the space he needed for a recreative sleep.

“Yuuri,” he murmured as he crawled across the two beds and kissed the back of Yuuri’s head where the night had turned his messy hair had turned into an aery. “Time to get up. Unless you want to miss breakfast.”

Yuuri moaned and lifted his head. Sleepy and puffy-eyed he looked painfully beautiful. “Already?” he mumbled.

“It’s eight-forty.”

“Huh.” Propping himself up, he squinted at Viktor. “You’re cold. Where have you been?”

“I went for a walk.” Viktor brushed a strand off Yuuri’s brow. “I let you sleep in.”

Yuuri squinted, wiped his glasses with the hem of his shirt, put them on, and squinted again. “Is this my coat?”

Looking down on himself, a weird sense of shame flooded Viktor. “I wanted to take something of you with me on my walk.” He shrugged out of the coat, which was a bit too tight at the shoulders. “Sorry for stealing it.”

“It’s okay,” Yuuri said softly. “I like to wear it even more with your scent all over it.”

Viktor’s eyes watered. Oh, Yuuri! Do you have even the slightest idea of how much life and love you have given me?

“Do you want me to wear it tonight?” he asked.

Yuuri touched Viktor’s cheek. He smiled and nodded. Viktor curled his fingers around Yuuri’s hand and lifted it to his lips. As he kissed Yuuri’s ring, his fiancé closed his eyes in silent bliss.

“Now off with you to the bathroom.”

[snickerdoodlles]

@fawndlyvenus oh man okay so,

howl's moving castle AUs

kinnporsche: heart burdened, currently one of my active WIPs because im an absolute clown

bad buddy: listen with your heart (preview), on the backburner. i haven't posted much about it yet, but it's one of those AUs i still think about quite a lot and do really want to return to when i have more time to write and a few more things finished

svsss: if i have a name for it already, i don't remember it. don't think i've posted about this one at all anywhere, someone should remind me to break out the notes for it when i get back home actually 😂

haikyuu: shining dishonesty, written and posted! it features the msby4+osamu because they are everything <3333 i have notes for a sequel fic to it more focused on atsumu and osamu's relationship called try, try, try again, but i haven't really figured it out beyond a few scenes of their childhood

yoi: called rising sun AU, haven't posted on it at all iirc. honestly, probably won't? looking through my old notes, there are some pieces i like but a lot i'd do very differently now so ehhhh

as for mermaid AUs, anything posted is several years old and im shy about linking those 😂 i have at least 2 for haikyuu!!, but i cant remember if i have anything more recent than those? oh wait yes i do, a tgcf mer AU inspired by some art featuring hua cheng dumping his shiny treasure overboard all the time to attract xie lian's attention lol.

but hmmm lets see *counts fingers* 2 mer AUs for haikyuu!!, miraculous ladybug, and voltron: legendary defender, a series heavily featuring space mers (star gliders) for treasure planet, one for yoi, that one for tgcf, a very old one for fairy tail, and that's just the 10 i can remember off the top of my head lol. there's a lot of untapped potential for mermaids imo 🤣

*edit: OH MY GOD i have THIS BAD BUDDY MER AU i was literally thinking about the final part to this series the other week *smacks face*

*edit edit: patpran luca AU. *smacks face aGAIN*

*edit edit ediT: I am just. going to go lay on my face until I stop being embarrassing. I am definitely going to remember more mermaid AUs by the end of the night oh my god @ me

feeling odd scrolling through my long untouched writing folders and seeing the frequency at which certain tropes reoccur. i always knew my predisposition to mermaid AUs, howl's moving castle AUs, and AUs that deal with time in some way (time travel, timeloop, etc), but i have...a lot of soulmate AU wips in here too..

weird.

[ourlazykittycollection]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Katsuki Yuuri Additional Tags: yoi space week, nebulae, nonhuman beings Summary:

Day 1 of YOI Space week: Nebulae prompt

Someday, when all of his roots have been nurtured and freed, he will leave Garden behind and float out into the unknown. As long as Yuuri can remember, he’s been dreaming of what could be out there swirling amidst the unborn stars.