#This is my first time like committing to working on a proper project in a while!

[jazz--bugg]

I love Murder Drones, I love FNAF, and I really love DCA reader inserts so why not squish them all up together?

This AU is still in super early stages and I have a feeling that SOTM is gonna influence it heavily so I probably won't do much with it until I've seen a couple play-throughs of the game in April.

DCA WIPS under cut

[satorrruuu]

WAIT I’M REMEMBERING THE FIC I FORGOT TO WRITE DOWN

“I could give you a baby.”

━━ decide which jjk character it is in the poll at the end? <3

So, you’ve been in what you hoped to be your final relationship for a while now. You’re in your late 20s or early 30s at this point, and it’s always been your dream to have kids. One or two, you’re not super picky, but you really want to have that - a loving partner raising a couple of kids together in a lovely house.

Everyone knows this about you: It’s been your dream since high school to have a baby. And it’s not like you were super traditional. It’s just smarter and safer to have a kid when you have the proper funds and support, maybe even taking a few years off work. So, you’ve been saving and planning your life around making that happen.

Your current partner, whom you’ve been with for YEARS, knows this. He’s an all-around nice guy who gets along with your parents and friends, and seemed happy to be in that future-father role. Sometimes he was a bit dismissive when you would ask occasionally what opinions he had on how to make a nursery, what sort of parenting style they should use, etc. He would say, ‘He didn’t really have an opinion’ and ‘now wasn’t the right time to start executing’ and ‘he wanted to get another work promotion and vacation before doing all that’.

Surprise, surprise, the dude was happy that you were treating him like your Provider Baby Daddy before he was one, and since you were so on top of creating plans and driven to make something of your own, he was ready to just coast through life on your hard work. — Maybe that was a mean take on it, but you really were frustrated! He told you, to your face, that he had hoped you’d change your mind about wanting to be a mom. He felt comfortable with you, and because this was the only setback, he wasn’t willing to end the relationship over differing opinions.

So you broke up with him—thank god it was before you both bought that house you were looking at together—and now you’re back to square one.

This is basically all you’ve been telling your friend since you sat down at your monthly coffee meet-up.

It’s all so ridiculous! He wasted your time! This is the window you’ve been planning for, where you were financially ready to have a baby. Even though you still wish to have that extra savings cushion, a partner could give you that if anything were to go wrong or if you’d just like to take more leave from work.

Your body is healthy, and you’ve been researching and preparing to be in your best shape and diet for so long to make it easier to have a smooth and relaxing pregnancy.

God, it was all coming apart. Now you are worrying about your age. You weren’t at the limit by any means, but the longer you wait, the more at risk you are for complications in your life and body. And your parents are getting older, and you really, really wanted them to have a chance to play with their grandchild before their bodies started slowing down.

And fuck, it’s not like it’ll be easy to find the perfect match to commit to spending the rest of your life with - or even just dealing with, if you ended up separating.

But maybe you didn’t have to stress about all this stuff. Because your dear friend had been listening wordlessly through your entire rant, and when you finally went silent, he says to you, dead serious,

“I could give you a baby.”

Poll’s duration will be long because I really want you to think about it lmao. I’m kidding, I’m just busy finishing up a project on my main, I just had to get this idea down before I forgot again. I think I’d write a little teaser recapping all this information first, but I don’t imagine the fic will be super long—it’s a quick-read mini-series at most. There will be baby-making, of course. Love you, thank you for helping me!💕 + Those pretty dividers were made by @/saradika-graphics !

[misswynters]

Gym Confession

tom taylor x gn! reader

word count: 1.3k

a/n: the fic i’m writing for aeron/benji/reader is taking forever so here’s another one!@benjicotblckwood

The early morning sun peeked through the windows of the gym, casting a warm glow on the equipment. You and Tom Taylor had made it a habit to work out together whenever your schedules allowed. Today was one of those rare days where neither of you had any pressing commitments, and you were determined to make the most of it.

Tom was already at the gym when you arrived, warming up with some stretches. He flashed you a bright smile as you approached. "Hey! Ready to get started?"

"Absolutely," you replied, returning his smile. "What's the plan for today?"

He glanced at his phone, where he'd made a rough outline of the workout. "I was thinking we could start with some cardio, then move on to strength training. How does that sound?"

"Perfect," you said, feeling a rush of excitement. Working out with Tom was always fun; his enthusiasm and positive energy were contagious.

You both hopped on adjacent treadmills and began your warm-up. As the treadmills hummed beneath you, Tom started to talk about his latest project. "So, we've just wrapped up filming, and I think this one's going to be really special. The script was incredible, and the cast was amazing."

"That's great to hear," you said, slightly breathless as you picked up the pace. "I can't wait to see it. You're always so passionate about your work."

Tom grinned, clearly pleased. "Thanks. It means a lot to hear that from you."

After the cardio session, you moved on to the weight machines. Tom adjusted the settings on one of the machines and gestured for you to take the first turn. "How about we start with some leg presses?"

You nodded, positioning yourself on the machine. As you began your set, Tom stood by, offering encouragement. "You've got this. Keep your back straight and push through your heels."

His supportive words and watchful eye helped you maintain proper form, and before you knew it, you'd finished your set. Tom took his turn next, and you returned the favor, cheering him on.

"Come on, Tom! You make this look easy," you teased, watching as he effortlessly completed his reps.

He laughed, the sound bright and genuine. "Don't be fooled. I'm working hard here."

The two of you moved through the rest of your workout, alternating between different exercises and machines. Between sets, you chatted about everything from favorite movies to weekend plans, the conversation flowing naturally and easily.

As the session drew to a close, you both found yourselves at the stretching area, cooling down with some light stretches. Tom reached over and handed you a bottle of water. "Here, you need to stay hydrated."

"Thanks," you said, taking a grateful sip. "I think that was one of our best workouts yet."

"I agree," Tom said, his eyes meeting yours with a warm, genuine expression. "I always look forward to these sessions. It's nice to have a workout partner who pushes me and keeps things fun."

"Right back at you," you replied, feeling a sense of camaraderie and appreciation. "You make it so much easier to stay motivated."

As you both finished your stretches, Tom glanced at his watch. "Hey, I've got a bit of time before my next appointment. How about we grab a smoothie or something?"

"That sounds great," you said, smiling. "I know just the place."

You both headed out of the gym, the sun now higher in the sky, promising a beautiful day ahead. The nearby smoothie bar was a favorite of yours, known for its delicious and healthy options. As you walked, Tom fell into step beside you, the easy conversation continuing.

When you reached the smoothie bar, you both ordered your favorites and found a table by the window. As you sipped your drinks, Tom leaned back in his chair, a contented look on his face.

"Days like this are the best," he said, his eyes reflecting a sense of peace. "Good workout, good company, and a great smoothie to top it off."

You nodded in agreement, feeling a similar sense of satisfaction. "Couldn't agree more. It's nice to take a break and enjoy the little things."

Tom's gaze softened as he looked at you, his smile gentle. "You know, I'm really glad we do this. It means a lot to have you as a friend and workout partner."

"Same here," you replied, your heart warming at his words. "Here's to many more workouts and smoothies together."

Tom raised his smoothie cup in a mock toast, and you clinked yours against it, both of you laughing. It was moments like these that made you appreciate the special bond you shared, built on mutual respect, support, and genuine friendship.

As you finished your drinks and prepared to head your separate ways, you couldn't help but notice the way Tom's eyes lingered on you a little longer than usual. There was something in his gaze, a hint of unspoken tension that hadn't been there before.

Later that week, you and Tom found yourselves at the gym again, ready for another workout. This time, there was a slight awkwardness in the air, a tension that neither of you had addressed yet.

Tom adjusted the settings on the bench press, his movements more deliberate than usual. "Let's start with this today."

You nodded, sensing the change in his demeanor. As you took your turn on the bench press, you could feel his eyes on you, watching your every move. When it was his turn, you stood by, offering the same encouragement he always gave you.

"Come on, lord of the north. You got this," you said, trying to keep the tone light.

He managed a small smile but didn't respond with his usual banter. Instead, he focused on his reps, the silence between you growing heavier with each passing moment.

After finishing the set, Tom sat up, wiping sweat from his forehead. He glanced at you, his expression conflicted. "There's something I need to talk to you about."

You felt a knot form in your stomach. "Okay. What's going on?"

Tom took a deep breath, his eyes searching yours. "I... I've been feeling something more than just friendship between us. And I didn't want to say anything because I didn't want to ruin what we have. But it's getting harder to ignore."

Your heart raced, a mixture of emotions swirling inside you. You had always valued your friendship with Tom, but now you were forced to confront feelings you hadn't fully acknowledged.

"I don't want to ruin what we have either," you said softly. "But I can't deny that there's something there."

Tom's eyes softened, relief washing over his features. "So, what do we do?"

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing thoughts. "I think we need to be honest with each other. We can take things slow and see where it goes. But whatever happens, I don't want to lose our friendship."

Tom nodded, a small smile forming on his lips. "I can agree to that. Slow and honest."

The tension between you eased slightly, replaced by a sense of anticipation and curiosity about what the future might hold. As you continued your workout, the unspoken understanding between you added a new layer to your interactions.

Later, as you cooled down with some light stretches, Tom reached over and gently squeezed your hand. "Thanks for being honest with me. It means a lot."

You squeezed his hand back, feeling a sense of connection that was deeper than ever. "Thank you for bringing it up. I'm glad we talked about it."

As you both left the gym and headed to the smoothie bar once again, the conversation flowed more easily. There was still a lot to figure out, but you knew that with honesty and openness, you could navigate this new phase of your relationship together. Sitting at the same table by the window, sipping your smoothies, you felt a renewed sense of optimism.

[sunshine-zenith]

Okay but like. AU where Mary doesn’t actually learn Cas is an Angel until waaaaay later

Her first introduction to Cas involves Dean frantically getting her to lower her gun, Cas tearfully throwing himself at Dean like a widower reunited with their believed-dead spouse, Dean hugging Cas back just as tightly, and her giving them that Oh They Gay side eye. When Dean says Cas is an Angel, let’s be real given the context she has it probably sounds Super Married. Cas agreeing that he’s an Angel, not a hunter, could come off as “yeah I put up with so much shit for this guy,” especially when paired with his exasperated “no I don’t have a harp” — it just screams “we’ve been married so long that this isn’t even an inside joke it’s a double act and I’m a reluctant but committed participant.”

Also seriously, I know she was literally just resurrected by god’s sister, but “he’s an Angel —wings, harp, you know” sounds like spousely teasing, not a proper or coherent introduction to an entire species that until that moment you didn’t know where actually real or something you could tangibly interact with

When Sam and Dean are missing and Cas attempts to locate them and takes up hunting, Mary would chalk up his lack of success to the fact that he’s not a hunter — he’s a hunter’s husband. Mary herself has personal experience with this exact thing, given that John wasn’t raised a hunter either. As such, she’s either a little softer on her assumed son-in-law, or she projects hard onto him

Cas preferring to fight with a magic blade and not firearms? Not wise in their life, but again, he’s not actually a hunter. She tentatively brings up her concerns with Dean and he says he’s working on getting Cas to use a gun, but Cas is a stubborn asshole (he says with fondness), plus he’s damn good with that blade, so he’s fine in the meantime. She raises her eyebrow but leaves it for the time being

That time Cas kills Death for her and her sons? That’s just devoted husband/in-law behavior, especially given how emotional he gets after — look closely, Cas absolutely had very human tears in his eyes as he monologues about how important and special they are to him

That time Cas almost dies horribly and is saved by a demon? Everyone just doesn’t say “it’s specifically because he’s an Angel” here, at least not when she’s in ear shot, and if Crowley still calls him “choir boy” and such, well he’s a sarcastic demon, why should she worry about his weird quips, there are more important things to deal with. For all she knows, this is just a horrible curse that any of them could’ve gotten if they were stabbed with that blade

One time she tentatively asks Sam about Cas and Dean, specifically asking how long they’ve been together. Sam just laughs in Long Suffering Little Brother

Otherwise, Mary doesn’t really ask, not really wanting to push and frankly not doing so great with the whole My Babies Are Now Older Than Me And Everyone Else I Know Is Dead thing. If Cas is weird about technology or uses strange syntax or usually lets Dean finish his meals for him, she has very little to compare it to and very little brain space to spend on it anyway. She’s still processing that her son is old enough to be married in the first place, who cares if the guy he’s grossly in love with is a little strange. He seems nice enough, and she’s content leave it at that

As a result of her keeping her distance, with a pinch of contrived convenience here, she just straight up misses all the times Cas uses his Grace or references heaven or anything like that

Yes she still knows about the whole Lucifer-Kelly-Nephilim thing, but she could just mentally categorize Lucifer with Powerful Demon — given that she was killed by a powerful demon, she doesn’t really need a theology lesson to know that Satan having a baby is probably bad. Yes she still works with the MOL, but they’ve got her on such an information diet that no one pulls her aside to say “btw you know that non-human celestial being that hangs around with your barbarian sons is a non-human celestial being, right?”

She’s a hunter from a long line of hunters, and even if she makes questionable choices she’s smart and experienced. She just has a massive blind spot where Cas is because she assumes that he’s just her sweet if strange son-in-law that her son is obviously and painfully in love with, and nobody corrects her because they assume she already knows

She finds out by complete accident in the most mundane way possible — Cas lifting the Impala so Dean can do mechanic stuff underneath it, Cas using his Grace to heal someone’s papercut, Cas accidentally cutting himself with a kitchen knife and not reaching to the injury which disappears in 2.8 seconds anyway

She shoots him on the spot. He’s fine, of course, but everyone else collectively loses their shit

At no point is it actually clarified that Dean and Cas aren’t actually together. Instead Mary walks away mildly embarrassed that she had no idea her son-in-law wasn’t human

[physalian]

Whatever project you're too afraid to start, just go for it

I know a lot of my posts lately have been video/content creation-related but I just want to say:

The learning curve that I have had to climb in the past week alone has been both frustrating as hell and ridiculously rewarding.

Already, I had to refresh my memory on basic video editing and sound comping, but for the first seven episodes of my little series I’d accepted the average quality of my voice recording as cest la vie, I’m not sinking money into this without proof of concept, you’re supposed to be a little rough around the edges when you’re first starting out. But one thing I couldn’t get over was the clipping from some technobabble shenanigans with frequencies that isn’t important here.

What I thought was a quick fix—replace and double the RAM in my laptop—was absolutely not the source of the problem and suddenly I was in the deep end trying to fix broken audio in post while also troubleshooting an issue no one else seemed to have between my microphone and my recording software and I was about tempted to just use my desktop mic, the built-in, because at least I could somewhat fix that in post.

After far too many hours deep in discussions with strangers on the internet who were very helpful, I half-fixed the problem. My mic stopped clipping, but it was distorting pretty heavily between two different processers and my recording software hated it for a whole different reason.

Reluctant Plan B was to record gameplay live, but record audio separately/after and then sync them in post. If you’ve ever made a gaming video like these, you’re staring at probably 15+ clips of useable content over the course of recording sessions, which means 30+ clips with all the separately recorded audio, and since I can’t hit start/stop congruently with both programs, they would always be a little bit off, which meant more tedious editing.

Why? Because I was recording in Program A, fixing audio in Program B, and editing the video together in Program C, and Program C is for like, tiktoks, not professional youtube videos. I was only using it because I was already paying for it in an Adobe package with InDesign.

Enter DaVinci Resolve.

It’s like, Photoshop compared to MS Paint, a free one-stop-shop for video and audio editing (and visual effects, this thing is used to make blockbusters) and here’s me still confused by all these audio terms like ratio, attack, threshold, etc.

So I’m still wading through tutorials, all while my mic only works through Program B, Audacity, with an episode deadline looming over me. From the time I committed to initially fixing my audio by replacing the RAM, to episode release date, I had 6 days. Today is day 4.

And I’m still without a proper recording setup because Program A hates my microphone. But I am not missing this deadline, not just for the youtube algorithm, but because I know I can make it.

So episode 8, at the time of writing this, I have only 9 minutes and 25 seconds all edited and ready to go, out of 22-24 that I usually publish. So what have I done?

Fuckin’ taught myself DaVinci Resolve and committed to recording my vocal track in post just this once, doing it over and over again until it sounds as genuinely live as it can, and doing regular voiceover and music montages wherever else I can to fill the time with meaningful content.

All to buy myself time for my replacement mic to deliver so I can get back to proper live recordings, because at this point, the time it takes to fix terrible audio in post isn’t worth it, when I can spend a little bit of money for a mic that isn’t 8 years old and is built for gaming, not podcasting (but I am keeping the problem child as a backup, because it’s not broken).

I’m waiting for a timelapse to render while I write this, staring at a workflow with one video source and 3 different audio layers—game sound, vocals, and music—and I can almost turn my brain off when trimming things because that part I already know how to do.

This thing is a mess, to be clear, but it sure as hell won’t look like a mess when I hit publish on time two days from now.

But like…. 3 weeks ago I knew next to none of this, beyond basic video editing I learned back in college. And here I am with my double-wide monitor up and professional video making software quietly churning along in the background.

So just—if you want to do it? Go fuckin’ do it. Whatever it is that you’ve been holding off on pursuing. When I started I already owned things like a gaming laptop (that I bought to run photoshop so I could paint), an 8-year-old podcasting mic from a dropped podcast attempt, my game of choice, and I was already paying for the bare bones version of Premiere: Premiere Rush.

But heck, even if I had none of the fancy equipment, the only limiting factor would have been my computer’s processing power to run all these programs at once, and I would have figured it out.

I’m a perfectionist bound and determined to fix my audio, but I didn’t hear any complaints when it was jank, and I’m learning all this because the whole process, not just the gameplay, is just so fun and fascinating.

[love-toxin]

DO U HAVE SUNDAY THOUGHTS…

/WHIPS MY HEAD AROUND EXORCIST-STYLE

(cws: toxic relationship, gaslighting, manipulation, yandere goodness)

It has to be said: big male manipulator daddy energy. If he wants you, he will ruin everything you love. He's smothering with endearment when you act according to his desires, and viciously brutal in his discipline when you go against his virtues. If you want out of his reach you'll just have to kill him because he's not interested in letting his pet personal attachment go.

Not that he isn't gentle at times, even sweet. He can be gentle and is actually very good at being so. He does truly love to see you smile and to feel your happiness flooding out of you; he loves the excitement in your eager gait when he shows you the Golden Hour for the first time, and all those colours and wondrous sights you've never seen before come to life in the dream. The reflection of all those brilliant, glimmering lights in your eyes is a sight he'll never forget.

But you are not his equal, for the simple reason that you require more guidance to be on your own. Sunday is convinced that you're a little lost lamb, delicate and unworldly, and that you need a proper mentor before you can even think of making your own decisions in life. Little do you know that he has no intention of ever seeing you in that light of equality, but to be fair, neither does he. He's just certain that you're a passion project requiring his help, and that is something he is all too happy to lend despite his many other duties to the Family.

That means, however, that you're essentially stuck with him. With Robin's death so fresh in his mind, he can't let something he loves out of his sight ever again. You must stay with him and be by his side every second of the day--aren't you flattered? He trusts you most implicitly, to the point that you've listened to all but only the most exclusive inner workings of the Family, which are the only times that Sunday will briefly excuse himself to have a meeting with his companions alone. Sometimes it ends with only himself coming back out, but if you haven't learned already you will learn to keep your lips sealed about those occurrences. "It's nothing for you to worry about." Sunday's famous words ring in your head, usually followed by a welcome distraction of tea or a walk or even some ice cream. Anything for his little darling.

Part of what makes Sunday so enticing--and in fact is probably a large part of why you'd get sucked into his facade--is that he offers you something you likely don't have; a family. And not just that, but unconditional love, support, wealth, affection, comfort, anything and everything you could ever want, even if it's not directly from Sunday himself. Although you're by his side nearly every moment of the day and he's all too eager to offer you attention whenever possible, being part of the Family and part of Sunday's inner circle means that you're part of something much bigger than yourself. The Family members treat you with dignity. The Hounds protect you. The people of Penacony adore you. And no matter where you are, no matter what you do, Sunday will never give up on his unending affection for you. It doesn't matter what it is. It doesn't matter what crimes you've committed or what guilt you feel for your past, whether you're a happy person or you're miserable, whether you can't hold up your relationships or you're an egregious people-pleaser; Sunday will never, ever give up on you, and that's rare to find in anyone, much less someone of his status and one with so much romantic affection for you. He'll tell you himself that he physically cannot abandon you, it's just...not within him to even think of it. You're meant to be together. That's the way it should be, forever and always.

[ilys00ga]

Exes to lovers hurt/comfort with Yoongi? Oc is going through a really hard time and one minor inconvenience sets her up to break down and yoongi finds her and they seek solace to each other because no one listens like Yoongi does. Just a moment of oc burrowing her head on his shoulder in silence and boom. Happy ending.

I GO BACK TO YOU, EVERYTIME !

pairing: yoongi x female reader.

genre: hurt/comfort, exes to lovers, post breakup, some bitter sweetness and fluff as well, yoongi is very sweet, they still love each other hahaha.

warnings: none, I think. oh some mentions of cheating. lots of crying lolol.

A/N: hello, I am SORRY for the late upload of this. I keep losing track of writing and posting 😫 but thank u sm for this <3 I hope you like it, I wasn't sure how and what to write tbh but that's what I could come up with...

I tried using "she/her" pronouns instead of "you" for some change, I hope that's fine with u!

I have one more request to make, and it'll probably be posted after a week or something:') but yeah, thanks to everyone who sent me reqs. this was so fun. remember, u can send more they are currently open! (my exams are in like one week or so lmfao)

PS. English is not my first language, so u know the drill.

the tip of yoongi's ears began to ache, and his eyes felt so heavy after several hours of sitting in front of his computer screen, wearing the same set of headphones on his head.

he rubbed his tired face with his palms and threw his head back with a loud groan. he was exhausted. this specific project he was working on consumed him the most this month.

just as he was about to resume his work, the door to his studio rang, and he huffed. the grumpy man up with slumped shoulders and a scowl ready to stare daggers at whoever decided it was just the perfect timing to interrupt his misery.

"....yoongi..." a whimper of his name made his head snap up and face the woman standing right in front of him. his eyes widened as he saw her flushed face twisted with tears running down her cheeks. visibly fresh stains of coffee covered her attire, and her hands were shaking.

swallowing, he didn't utter a word, standing there as he felt his heart pumping cold blood through his wide chest and into his entire body. it's been nearly two years since he'd last spoken to her after the messed up break-up they had.

"yoongi.." a sob shook the woman's shoulders this time as she crouched down, crying and shrinking into her own self right in front of him.

if you'd travel back two years and more ago in time, you'd see yoongi wasting no time in wrapping his arms around her body, but that sweet privilege he once had is long since gone. the she and he that once made this very beautiful thing is long since gone. she were no longer "her" and he was no longer "him". it was hard to decide whether to say "thankfully" or "unfortunately" each time yoongi recalled that gut-wrenching fact.

instead, he quickly kneeled in front of her, hesitating and contemplating before finally settling on just gently putting one of his trembling hands on her shoulder as he wasted no time in asking: "___ what's wrong? are you hurt?"

as if it was embarrassed of her commitment to silence, her head moved on its own will in a light shake of "no."

"what happened?" he repeated in a much calmer voice.

"he- he ch-cheated on m-... again- he-" her body rocked, dancing along with each sob as she struggled to speak. and when he realised that he won'tve getting a proper answer, yoongi silently–and very delicately, as though she would break if he tugged any harder on her skin–grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the studio.

after closing the door and making her sit on the couch, he asked one more time, "what happened?"

his voice never lost that soft tone, she noted, and gulped down the lump that was stuck in her throat, and after some time stuttered with a shaky voice, "I'm so sorry to bother you. i just had such a bad day, and I kind of panicked so hard and ran up here."

"what about this," he pointed at her stained clothes and frowned, "and what did you say about cheating again?"

sniffling, she sighed and rested her hair against the back of the sofa, "found out that Jaehun cheated on me multiple times, and I had a coffee accident. I didn't know where to go, so..."

yoongi stared at her silently, part of him was relieved nothing that bad had occurred to her, the other, the slightly selfish one, had the corners of its lips twitching upwards when he heard that the man he's been dreading for the past few months turned put to be a complete asshole. it was embarrassing, yes, that's why he can never admit that he's still stuck on her, that he felt as though he'd lost a chunk of himself when he knew that she was with somebody new. but he also can't complain, not after everything that happened, not after breaking it apart.

"I'm sorry you always end up with assholes." was all he said.

and a simple "by the way, it's fine, you've always been welcome here" from him was all it took to break her shell. all the self restraint she'd been pulling, all the walls she'd been shielding herself with, it all went flat to the ground, and this time her vision blurred up with hot tears, easily spilling and racing down her cheeks in a matter of seconds. finally giving up the strings she'd been clutching on for dear life.

yoongi was caught off guard, but not surprised. he pursed his lips as he extended his arm to wrap it around her shoulder, pulling her closer to him and burying her face right where it belongs, his neck.

that terribly reminded him of all the sleepless nights after heavy, long days at work they spent cuddled up so close to each other. her crying as she spilled her heart's content to him, and him listening as he rubbed on her back and kissed her head.

seeing her again, one hair away from him after long months of distance and silent, guilty glances whenever they ran into each other in the building they both worked at, was the cherry on top that poisoned cake.

he tightly hugged her, whispering sweet nothings into her hair as he buried his nose into it. he used to like doing that, feeling the tickling of her strands on his nose and the scent he sipped on like a mad man.

after a long moment, her sobs thinned into hiccups, then soft sniffles, and she dried her face up with the long sleeves of her cardigan.

"feeling better?" why is his voice always so damn soft?

she nodded with a tiny hum, slowly raising her body to pull out of the hug.

when she glanced at him, oh boy, when she did glance at him, she was met with those pair of cat eyes, all wide with pure concern. so intense that she quickly averted hers as heat spread through her face and neck.

"I'm fine.." she whispered with a voice hoarse from all the crying.

"you reek of coffee." yoongi joked in an attempt to brighten the mood, smiling as he offered her a package of wet wipes.

"thanks." the woman's lips slowly pushed into a small pout, and she muttered, "I'm sorry for bothering you with my crying."

"don't worry about that, i kind of missed this anyway."

"you miss seeing me cry?" she mused.

"no, I just... it's been so long..."

neither of them said anything for a while, falling into some kind of silence. strangely, there was no awkwardness in it, just hundreds of heavily unspoken confessions and things hanging in the air, all mixed with burning yearning for one another.

"I missed you.." she whispered in a hushed tone, "I thought I would never get to talk to you again."

"i hope you're joking." he replied, "because I don't think you being serious would make it hurt any less."

"I'm sorry that we fought." she apologized.

"I'm sorry, I was an asshole too." yoongi licked his lips, a pinch of fear ached his heart all of a sudden, but he added anyway with a small voice, "do you... do you wanna meet up tomorrow? we could grab some dinner and just... talk."

"alright" she smiled.

"good. I'll call you in the morning, then. good?" yoongi felt as though his heart would jump out of his rib cage and run out of the studio from how overwhelming the whole situation was, if it weren't for her reassuring smile that made it all so much easier to handle.

"good." she replied.

"that was so easy...why didn't we do this earlier?" he covered his burning face with his hands and chuckled.

"we were just too dumb to think back then."

"yeah, we were." he nodded.

and for the first time ever since the pair cut all sorts of communication between each other, yoongi looked directly into her eyes with pure gratitude and smiled.

they ended up meeting up more often than they intended to, slowly patching up the abandoned wounds they once scarred into the body of their broken relationship.

one dinner birthed two and three more, surface-level chitchat of updates about each other's lives turned into deeper dives into the ups and downs, the wrongs and rights of everything they have shared between each other before. where everything shattered into pieces before their own eyes.

it all went slow and steady, like the first time they met a few years ago, like the very beginning of what they once had. it was scary, uncertain, and a sensitive area overall for the two, yet they were still willing to take that road again.

like a wicked witch, miscommunication casted a spell of pain, sourness, and yearning on the pair.

and now that their priorities have changed, maybe there's still a chance for them to break that spell and work it out again.

- fin..

[ysabelmystic]

Can you elaborate on almost killing a guy?

Yeah sure.

Some of you have heard this story before but this is definitely one of the most unhinged things I've ever done, so I enjoy telling it.

It was my sophomore year of high school. I was living in Florida, and having the time of my life. Both of my parents worked, I had a phone, and I'd made friends with a boy in my neighborhood, and therefore found a suitable chaperone to protect my weak, innocent, girl-self (a depressed egg with messy hair who alternated between oversized hoodies with converse and a trench coat with combat boots) from any potential dangers. This meant that I finally had actual proper freedom to do whatever I wanted as long as I was home by 9pm and kept in touch with my mom. My friend was in a similar situation, having helicopter parents that had been forced to roll back their micromanaging in order to pay the bills. So naturally, when a suspicious car with tinted windows started hanging around outside the bus stop after school and never picked anyone up, my friend and I did not tell our parents. Instead, we would stand outside at the bus stop, chatting and watching the car, until the driver got bored and left.

This went on for a couple of months, almost every day. Unfortunately, my friend and I also had unmedicated ADHD. One day I was carrying home this giant art project -a candy sculpture of St Basil's Cathedral. This break in routine and the fact that the sculpture was edible, melting, and fucking heavy, caused us to completely forget about the car. We went straight back to his place, and the driver did what we'd always feared he would do, and followed us.

We were just digging into the cathedral when my friend's dogs went ballistic. We walked into the entry way to see what they were freaking out about, and saw a sunburnt man with a scraggly beard, blue t-shirt, and cargo shorts walking up the sidewalk, and behind him, was the car with tinted windows.

We made eye contact. We both froze, and then the intruder took off around the side of the house, where the garage entrance was. My friend and I ran to the garage entrance as well because we hadn't locked it when we came inside. A moment after we locked it, the doorknob jiggled violently, and the man began pounding on the door.

This is the point where we should've called the police. But this is Florida. In the garage was my friend's dad's hunting gear, which included several guns, a hatchet, various knives, and a bow, and some arrows. And like an American does in a stand-your-ground state when a man tries to break into your house, we devised a plan to kill him.

This was a relatively calm discussion. We considered using the guns, but we weren't experienced with anything stronger than a BB gun, so in the name of gun safety, we went for the weapons we were experienced with. My friend chose a hatchet and a baseball bat. I took the bow and arrow, which I knew how to use because another friend of mine lived in a rural area, and we liked to climb trees and shoot rubber turkeys like we were Katniss Everdeen or something. The idea was to go outside with our weapons and act super excited to commit our very first murder. Ideally we'd scare him off, but if he continued his attempted assault, then we would kill him. What about his screams? The neighborhood was almost empty because the snowbirds had gone north, and everyone else was at work. The blood on the concrete? Nothing a little peroxide and elbow grease can't fix. To dispose of the body? Our neighborhood didn't have real blocks. Most houses were built around ponds. Where there's water, there are gators, which two burglars had learned a few months prior when they jumped in the water to escape the cops. All the police recovered was a shirt, an arm, and a chunk of a torso. We figured the gators would take care of what we assumed would be the hardest part of this crime. And as for the car? We'd just say how strange it was. We'd never seen it before.

All in all, it was a perfect plan. We'd finally be able to walk home without possibly being followed, we wouldn't go to jail, and most importantly, our parents would never, ever know the danger we were in without their suffocating supervision, and we would be free to roam wherever we pleased.

We took our weapons, went back to the front door, and I prepared a performance worthy of Creepypasta. We ran out onto the sidewalk, smiling, giggling, "Come out, come out wherever you are. I have a bow and arrow. I haven't gotten to use it on a real person before! I want to see what color your blood is when it dries on the sidewalk." Good and proper evil villain serial killer shit. I went all out for this.

We did that for a few minutes, and the man never appeared, so we circled the house, and then went back inside through the back door. When we went back to the entry way, through the window, we saw the man run out onto the front lawn, jump in his car, and speed away.

We never did see that car again, but a few weeks later, my homeroom teacher had the local news playing on the TV. They were covering a story about a man who had kidnapped a woman for ransom. He was caught on the same day, and his mugshot looked very, very, very familiar...

I honestly believe that if the man had decided to confront us, he would not have left the house alive. I also learned a very important lesson; if you act giddy and violent (and make unnecessary eye contact), men will usually leave you the fuck alone. This method has never failed me.

So yeah. That's the story of how my friend and I almost killed a guy. And no, I do not feel bad at all.

[cloudsandcrescents]

☁️ Return Multi Update☁️

Hey friends. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?

I won’t fill this with a super long post about every single sordid detail about what has transpired over the past few months. The end of 2024 and start of 2025 has not been kind to our family. It’s been sad, it’s been hard, and it’s been exhausting. Back to back funerals and another round of being incredibly sick is the long and short of it.

Life has begun to settle and though I don’t want to commit to an update schedule right now, I would like to show my gratitude and appreciation for this community. It by no means is expected or required but I appreciate those of you who reached out to check in even if I didn’t get back you right away. Thank you to those who silently sent kind thoughts and wishes out of respect of privacy or space. And for those of you who simply just want updates, I totally get it, and thank you for being patient.

I don’t know how frequently I’ll be getting these chapters out but for now, here’s a multi-fic update to say thank you. I have a few more that I’m working on but they wouldn’t have been completed in time. Hopefully five is enough for the time being.

This isn’t my first hiatus and certainly won’t be my last in afraid but you crazy kids keep sticking around anyway and it means the world. Enjoy.

Your Friend ☁️

(PS - This is kind of serving as my A/N on AO3. I’ll do proper ones for the next updates but right now I’m prioritizing posting these and replying to the plethora of comments in my inbox. 🩵)

Leather Black - Chapter 14

When We Serve - Chapter 3

Ours Was a Love Built in Autumn - Chapters 4 and 5

Hour of Need - Chapter 3

[cyren-myadd]

And if it's possible for you, could you make a story of Avatar 2 by Neytiri and Spider Socorro together mother and son, please?

When I first saw the prompt, I was shocked, because I'd never thought of writing something like that before and it felt out of my comfort zone as I haven't written Neytiri much. I almost deleted it. But for some reason, it kept sitting in the back of my head and I finally decided just to give it a chance and write a little one shot. And that one shot turned into a two shot. Which turned into a three shot. So by the time I realized I had enough for three separate chapters I figured I might as well commit to making this a proper fic.

This was seriously the hardest thing I’ve ever written. When I first decided to attempt the prompt, my first thought was an AU where they adopt Spider right from the beginning, but then I thought it would be more interesting if I tried to keep things canonical but diverge from the main storyline instead. I tried so hard to write both Spider and Neytiri true to how they behave in canon while also trying to create a scenario where they would realistically bond like a mother and son. It’s really difficult since they have such a rocky relationship, I deadass think it would’ve been easier to write a Quaritch X Jake romance that sticks close to canon lmao. I'm not sure if the end result is exactly what anon had in mind, but this is what came of it, so I hope y'all enjoy!

and yes, I know I also said I would continue Special Treatment and Lucky Number Five. I am planning to continue them, my life's just gotten a lot busier, so I can't make any promises about updates unfortunately.

And as for Common Enemy... 😭😭😭 I think I intimidated myself out of finishing it, I might just go back and clean up the sketches and then post the comic as it is right now, you guys will still be able to enjoy the story, it'll just have sketchy art instead of the usual finished product, cause I bit off way more than I could chew with 15 pages.

[lemonsrosesandlavender]

2024 Writing Year in Review!

Thanks @commander-krios ! I tag… @darkurgetrash @redroomroaving and @purpleasters-inseptember (nvm RED YOU GOT ME FIRST. How dare you! ;) @forget-me-maybe I’m throwing you a tag instead.)

Here we go!

Words posted: 157,651

Words unposted: 5,054 (...approximately, it's hard to count bits that I think might get ripped up and rearranged!)

Total word count: 162,605

Fandoms: Barring a teeny bit of work on an Ambition: A Minuet in Power WIP, BG3 has occupied my days.

Highest Kudos: Planar Tears, at 247 kudos.

Highest One-Shot Hits: Laced Close, my Rolan x Steel Weave Tav corsetry one-shot, at 1,328 hits. You little freaks. He would look amazing tight-laced and moaning about it <3

New things I tried: Scrivener! (Excellent, never going back. Especially good for multi-chapters). Trying different voices and styles. Writing prompts (and some of them have inspired utterly delicious filth, sweetness, or both, so thank you!). Writing sprints (banging). Proper outlining (couldn’t have done this much of Planar Tears without it).

Looking back, it seems like this year was pretty successful in terms of new writing habits I tried!

Fic I took the most time on: Planar Tears. I started at the end of January, and (hilariously) thought I’d be done by October. We’re at the 70% mark now! At a conservative estimate, I’ll say I’ve spent at least 250 hours on it… but the truth is definitely far higher.

Fic I took the least time on:

Short Shorts (And Cold Beer) came to me in a vision and took approximately 3.5-4 hours to write and edit. Same for Nailed! I’m also very proud of both of those fics, which is cool. Sometimes lightning strikes and you just have to sit down and dash* out those words (and credit to Barb for providing the lightning for Nailed!)

* “dashed out” for me is a top speed of 500–600 words written in an hour. I’m a tortoise compared to some on here!

Favourite thing I wrote?

It has to be Planar Tears <3

Favourite Fics I read this year?

I’ve read and rec’d some great fics this year, but I’ll keep it to a top three!

The Northern Bastards series by @graysparrowao3 is just fantastic filth. (Aradin x Rugan, you will love them and you will hate them. As it should be!)

I loved all of the other entries in Volo’s Erotic Library, but my special shout-outs have to go to @darkurgetrash for ruining my life (negative, severe internal pain) with “Discord Daddy Rolan”, @sav-not-tav and her orb-linered Lorroakan x Tav version of My Immortal, and @littlemisscactus 's absolutely heinous Strange Ox x Tav yaoi (kyaaaaaa?!).

And finally, the omelurg trilogy (starting with research methodologies) by weathered_law is just god-tier. Beautifully smutty and absolutely thrumming with affection for these mushroom nerds. It’s wonderful.

writing goals for 2025:

Finish Planar Tears by mid-June! I am feeling the pressure of wrapping up all these plot threads nicely, but I also know it's going to be the most rewarding part of an already very rewarding project, so I'm determined to make it sing.

Publish Fingering the Fist by the end of January, and Minthara x Gale by the end of February.

Return to my original novel now my skills are stronger and the ideas have fermented a bit.

Write freakier, filthier, and hopefully better. I’m always on a quest to improve my skills; if you recommend any great craft books/blogs/videos I'll gladly read them!

new works for 2025:

The omega!Rolan/f!alpha!Tav idea from Barb has been brewing for ages and I had some great thoughts whilst chatting to @ra-scheln about it, so that’s definitely coming at some point. (Once I’ve cleared my other oneshots from the above goals!)

I’m pretty committed to writing a Catrin-POV one- or two-shot I think! I want to write more smut than we have time for in Planar Tears, and I have a pushy-sub-Rolan/top-drop Catrin idea I’d like to explore where he oversteps her boundaries and inveigles her into doing something that he thinks is hot but she thinks is dangerous. I love exploring kink communication and conflict, what’s new ;)

Lennie! Poor Lennie! I have tragically neglected her, but the ideas have been stewing and I really want to get them down. So expect awkward car sex and another steamy spanking soon. <3 (I also need to make an OC reference so I can get some art of her picking Rolan up like the weightlifting hottie she is).

(This whole section is really an ode to the way a good idea will age until it’s ripe enough to write. I love those, because I often find when you DO sit down to write them, they come out quickly, and I can't wait to bash them out once my current queue is done!)

[narbevoguel]

My Issue #79 expectations are kinda late

But late enough so I don't have to add spoiler tags. I decided to make this post less about criticizing complaints and more about what I see in these characters, although it might end up as a combination of both.

People were saying that this next issue was going to be bad because in the first two preview pages Mimic seemed to make a lackluster impression of Cream. But no matter what "Expert Infiltrator" tag he might have, he's nowhere near that, he's only an actor (that admittedly improved his skills after he joined the Diamond Cutters) that can shapeshift, and at this point in the story, he needs to put more work if he plans to fool Whisper again. People think that the writers are dumbing him down in order to make Whisper look better, when in reality it's been the opposite for quite a while (that will certainly be a rant post some other time), but no they're not, Mimic can't use any person to fool Whisper at this point, so he picks Cream, one more likely to somewhat pass, given the limitations of his shapeshifting abilities, yet he gets her mannerisms wrong, is Cream a person he can easily study, when she's guarded by Gemerl at all times? He must have not had enough time to study her proper, so the blunder is understandable, even for him.

But what gets in his way is not stupidity or lackluster performance, it's his arrogance. He has belittled and underestimated Whisper this entire time, after all, he genuinely thinks she wasn't with them as an act of cowardice, when in reality, it was Claire herself that asked Whisper not to go, despite the latter be more than willing to trust Mimic's intel.

Mimic thinks very little of Whisper, enough to assume she wasn't going to do anything after the Diamond Cutters where murdered, to the point he gets bested by her when they confront, and what does he do to get the upper hand? Manipulate her. Cause that is what he does when he is aware he's in a losing spot. Heck, he even manipulates Blue.

But the thing is, it stops working and he knows this. So next time they see (and is put on the spot by Whisper and Silver's accusations), what does he do? Manipulate those around them, because he knows he can't do that to her anymore.

And that is the thing about him, he projects his cowardice onto her, but he is the coward one, always running away from upfront conflict, choosing to use cunning methods to backstab; not necessarily a bad thing, one has to know one's weaknesses, and he does that pretty darn well, he's careful with the fights he chooses, and that makes him smart, it's his arrogance what makes him commit this huge blunder, because, once again: he keeps underestimating Whisper. Assuming she goes in alone, assuming he's the one setting her up with the surprise factor when in fact it's her the one setting him up, and his arrogance makes him blind to this, for she has never done something like it, and I don't think he thought she would be capable of it.

I've yet to read the issue, but I assume he'll offend her, call her all sorts of things for doing this 'trickery', even though he has done the same before (ask Eggman for a robot army, manipulate Lanolin and those around to make Whisper doubt herself), he doesn't fight fair and he knows it, he's smart to turn the tide in his favor, but his obsession with Whisper set his arrogance too high and THAT was his blunder, not that he was a bad infiltrator or that his earned skills were lacking.

I love Mimic's character a lot, and sadly he's nerfed by the kind of media he's in, but I'm glad we got to see a character such as himself. He would have made an even better antagonist material if they didn't drag on this plotline with stupid crap.

[wildernezz]

YOU LIKING L AND NAOMI AND TELLING ME THE SHIP NAME IS SO SLAY ITS SO MYSPACE IT IS SO SCENEKID

AAKAVAJASHI SCREAMING "SO MYSPACE SO SCENEKID" I AM SHAKING YOU VISCERALLY /POS

IM GLAD YOU KNOW THE SHIP NAME NOW BECAUSE YOURE RIGHT AND THEYRE AMAZING AND I LOVE THEM GOD i'm gonna use this as an excuse to ramble about them now because god i need to ramble about them more they deserve it

i would do a full length analysis but i am too sick to do proper words so bullet point headcanon time instead WWOOOOOO: - i think L lawliet is the most bisexual aroace-spectrum man on planet earth and naomi is the most aroace-spectrum bisexual woman (no i'm not projecting wdym sshhshshsh nuhuh). yes the switching of which label comes first is important. L would worship a woman at a moment's notice but could never fully commit to it unless he truly has reason to and naomi misora would never worship somebody at a moment's notice unless she has reason to fully commit to it. - this is also why i think their dynamic works so well because i think naomi could push her way into becoming an equal to L. she would NOT respect that little shit and would only ever do what he says if she has to (and she'd probably still find ways around stuff to do things her own way). L would notice this and most likely still be a little bitch about everything but i think in a situation where they're forced to really work together on a case, L would put his little bitch persona down just for a moment and realize "wow she actually really is on my level." - plus that's seeing L when he really leans into his little shit persona. i feel like he'd already have a high respect for naomi and they could definitely have a classic slow romance arc instead, but i like both ideas and i think they both work. idk i just like the sillies. :3333 - I ALSO JUST FEEL LIKE NAOMI IS ALREADY A LOT LIKE LIGHT?? she reminds me of both a pre-death note light yagami and also a light that's been put through different circumstances, which makes her a bit more inclined to stay in that pre-death note light yagami field. i totally feel like if she had access to the death note, she'd do the same thing as light, except the process might take longer. i just feel like she'd be a lot more hesitant and cautious about things but that there'd be a chance of her doing the same thing as light. - PLUS ISN'T IT JUST SILLY TO THINK OF THEM AS A POWER COUPLE?? OR JUST L WORSHIPPING THIS GODDESS OF A WOMAN?? OR L GETTING OWNED BY THIS GODDESS?? OR NAOMI GIGGLING AT THE WEIRD DETECTIVE'S LITTLE PUNS??? OR HER SEEING THAT DIFFERENT SIDE OF L AFTER HE PUTS HIS LITTLE SHIT PERSONA DOWN AND REALIZES SHE COULD ACTUALLY WORK WELL WITH THIS WEIRD GUY DESPITE HOW STUBBORN HE GETS???? - CHAT ARE YOU SEEING THE VISION - PLEASE TELL ME IM NOT THE ONLY ONE - I NEED TO SEE THEM SLOW DANCING OR HAVING THEIR BACKS PRESSED AGAINST EACH OTHER IN THE DRAMATIC DETECTIVE/FBI POSE OROROROROROR - CHAT PLEAAAAAASE

[freezing82]

My Fault: London - Mirrors - Ch 1

It's here! God, I've been editing this little fic for two weeks now, and I feel like if I don't post it now I'll keep going back and add/cut things. So, please enjoy! Title: Mirrors ➡ Read it on AO3 HERE

Chapters: 1/3

Rating: Explicit for sexual content and some language

Summary: Funny how a summer season, just a handful of weeks, can change everything.

Word count: 4.015

Pairing: Nick x Noah

WARNING: there are mentions of abuse. I didn't put any warning on the story because they're very mild and not the focus of the plot. But to keep everyone safe, I'm putting the warning here. The story takes place after the six weeks time-jump at the end of the movie and it recalls one of the first Nick/Noah interactions at Leister house.

If you enjoy, please like, reblog or leave a comment. It can make a whole lot of difference for an author to know their work is appreciated.

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One thing to know about black tie galas is that they are, for the most part, excruciatingly tedious.

Now, imagine having to attend multiple ones in a year.

At the end of the summer, Nick decides to call it quits and decline any further RSVPs. At least until the holiday season comes around, anyway. That’s when the Leister Foundation hosts its annual winter event the week before Christmas. With that being his family’s business, he is not only required to make a red carpet appearance and engage in conversation with guests, but also to take the stage for the closing speech alongside his father. That has always been a tradition and he knows William counts on him to be by his side. But until then, he swears he will avoid any other formal gathering like the plague.

Except this one.

The only reason keeping him from jumping on his car, speeding away and spending the night cruising around is, to absolutely no surprise, Noah. Tonight’s fund raising event is the result of her hard work and commitment and he wouldn’t miss the opportunity to celebrate her achievements for anything in the world. This project means so much to her and she means a lot to him. His attendance is a no-brainer. He needs to be there.

Standing in front of the gold rimmed round mirror down the main staircase, Nick is desperately trying to fix his hair. He’s wearing his favorite tailored black tux and as per usual his bowtie is perfectly aligned, a skill he’s mastered over time. The polished platinum cufflinks reflect the light as he moves his hands.

Looks like the highlighted curls on his head chose this particular moment to go on a strike and resist the gentle combing of his fingers and the generous amount of heavy duty styling products he applied earlier. “What in the actual fuck!” He frowns for a second and then he realizes it is, indeed, time for a haircut. He shakes his head, his mouth curving upward in a smirk as he recalls Noah’s words the last time they talked about it. Don’t make me go all Edward Scissorhands on you. And for a second, there, he feared she could be capable of cutting it off in his sleep.

A faint swishing sound makes him focus his attention on the mirror, which gives a perfect view of the stairs behind him. Nick senses her presence even before he actually sees the hem of a dressing gown appear in the reflection. The carpet muffles the noise of Noah’s high heels as she gracefully makes her way down and he gasps as soon as he takes in her full form. She is a living dream.

When he turns to take a proper look at her, his throat feels tight and he checks the collar of his tie. “Damn,” he exhales loudly, as his body finally remembers how to keep the air flowing in his lungs.

Noah’s slender frame is wrapped in a dark teal tulle and sequin dressing gown, the embroidered fabric flowing elegantly around her with each step she takes. She could easily audition for the role of a live-action Disney princess.

It’s not the first time he’s seen her coming down the stairs in formal attire, and definitely not the first time he’s had to fight the urge to pull her flush to him because there’s other people around. The tight knot in his stomach isn’t that new of a feeling either, as of late, and he’s having trouble keeping his breathing even. Especially after not seeing her for an entire week while he was away with his father. Also, he wonders, is it naughty of him to fantasize about what kind of underwear she has on? He hopes it’s black lace lingerie. Shit, Noah, what the hell are you doing to me , he finds himself thinking, once again.

Now that she’s standing still on the last step, he can also appreciate all the small details in her look. Her luscious dark hair is styled in a soft half-braid on the left side of her head, leaving the rest of her waves loose down her bare shoulder. He’s almost clueless about makeup. All he knows is that her long lashes look perfect even after spending an entire afternoon in the pool and that he’s addicted to the strawberry taste of the chapstick she wears. It always lingers on his lips after he kisses her. But tonight she’s done a more elaborate makeup and it enhances her delicate features. There’s a subtle green hue on her lids, he can’t tell if it’s eyeshadow or something else, but the shade is matching the dress and making her brown eyes pop. She’s still a bit tan from the summer and her skin literally glows, her freckles showing through. And of course she painted her accordingly, too.

He’s surprised to see she picked a thin silver and emerald ivy leaves necklace, bracelet and earrings set over her favorite mix & match pieces and staple chunk chain. It probably wouldn’t have been the most suitable choice for the occasion but he knows that for Noah, that particular item is not only a fashion statement but it also represents a security blanket. It has for the longest time, and the fact that she’s comfortable enough to leave the house without it marks yet another big step in her healing journey.  She asks if they’re late as she grips at the small bag in her hands. She’s nervous. It’s her big night, after all. She must feel the pressure.

“Ella and my father just left,” he confirms, “but we have time. You’re the honorary guest, it’s only fair you’re granted some tardiness. Besides, there’s enough champagne and canapès to keep the guests busy until we get there. Let them wait!”

Noah nods, checking herself in the mirror one final time. “How do I-” she starts to speak again but he interrupts her. He must. “You look fucking incredible!” There’s absolute confidence in his tone and no doubt in his mind. Though, he regrets using the word incredible , because he’s sure it’s not doing her justice. He could have come up with more appropriate adjectives such as stunning, ravishing or breathtaking, for example. Anyway, his concern is short lived because the shy smile that spreads on her glossy nude lips and the way her eyes light up despite her obvious trepidation, is enough proof that he’s said the right thing at the right time.

When Noah compliments him, she instantly realizes her misstep because he eagerly jumps on the opportunity to tease, especially when that opportunity is served to him on a silver platter. “Wait,” he interrupts, flashing his eyebrows. “You think I’m handsome?” “I was just gonna say that you look right out of one of those loud, big budget, sexy-wannabe spy movies or something,” she mocks, trying to fix things and ending up fueling his theatrical comeback. Nick’s left eyebrow arches and he pretends to smooth down a non-existent fold on his jacket before fixing a suggestive gaze on Noah. “Name’s Leister, Nicholas Leister.”

How he manages to keep a straight face as he delivers such a cliche line is beyond him, but then she tells him to shut up and bursts up laughing. “No, no no, hold on just a second, you think I’m handsome and sexy. I think you should elaborate on that…” “Just…shut up!” she repeats, still giggling.

They stay like that for a few more moments, completely at ease, enjoying each other’s company, then Nick checks his watch and he offers his right hand. “Come on.”

The last time he did this he backed out at the last second, leaving her hanging, and choosing to make bitter remarks on her outfit and overall inadequacy. He knows that was a dick move, he knew it back then, too. He acted on misplaced resentment, forgetting they were both going through the same upsetting consequences of someone else’s choices. And yet, holding a grudge was much easier and safer than admitting to be attracted to her.

This time, there's a jolt of electricity sparking between them as their hands touch. He’s unable to tear his eyes from her beautiful face and the now familiar knot in his stomach is back in full force, gripping at his insides. He’s getting more and more accustomed to it and, frankly, he even welcomes it. Despite it being a surprising and terrifying feeling at the same time, deep down he knows exactly what it means. He just isn’t quite ready to embrace it.  He walks Noah down the last flight of stairs, through the foyer and out on the driveway. Since both his beloved McLaren and the Nissan got wrecked beyond repair, he’s been using the family’s Range Rover for the time being, although it’s not his style and he doesn’t enjoy driving it. It doesn’t give him that thrill that supercars bring to the game. That’s the reason why he’s asked Martin to be their driver tonight.

Unexpectedly, though, when they step out on the gravel, the bulky suv is nowhere to be seen. In its place, parked in the driveway, there’s the beautiful silver Aston Martin DB12. The security guy is waiting for them, holding out a car key for Nick. “Your father said you can take his car tonight, show Noah around after the gala if you want. Have fun.” Nick is speechless - which is a very rare occurrence - as he takes the keys and unlocks the doors. He has a sort of reverence towards this car and he’s excited to be able to drive it. 

Nick takes a minute to check both the exterior and the interiors, touching all the controls on the dashboard. “This is a magnificent car,” he whispers in adoration, “should I get one?” It’s a question mostly to himself rather than Noah. He knows she likes his sadly-now-wrecked McLaren more. But he needs a new ride, after all. Might as well take a look around and explore his options. Noah makes a comment about him basically completing his James Bond cosplay as he turns towards her as he swiftly starts the car, maneuvering out of the property and into the light late afternoon traffic. “Oh, but you love it!”

The ride is filled with small talk about unrealistic US action movies, the unreasonable stubbornness of UK's vehicular habits and whether Mars chocolate bars are better than Twirls. As fun and challenging it is to dive into these US vs UK  debates with her, Nick is glad that she finally looks more relaxed.

The bickering is innocent and mildly flirtatious, at first. For example when they’re both trying to reach for the radio controllers and Noah playfully slaps his hand away, making snarky comments on his music choices. Or when Nick brushes the tips of his fingers over her knot tattoo and down her neck pretending to fix her earring. However, when Nick’s hand reaches out to rest on her knee, sliding a few inches upwards and then squeezing, she whimpers. It’s like she’s been desperate for his touch and the air around them charges with pent up desire. “Nick…” If they weren’t already a little behind on the evening’s schedule, he could come up with at least half a dozen ways to enjoy their time together.

Nick exhales deeply, bringing their joined hands to his mouth and brushing her knuckles with his lips. It’s a tender gesture, but it barely expresses how much he actually wants her. As they’re waiting for the green at the last traffic light, he cups her face and steals a heated kiss. 

It’s brief, but also a promise of things to come.

The rest of the drive to the venue feels too short and by the time they arrive at the valet point, Nick has reluctantly removed the hand that was still resting on her thigh.

As he hands the keys to the valet, Nick scans their surroundings. Photographers are lined up in front of the red carpet and they look ready for battle. The fact that the most important guest has arrived a little later than expected has them all in a frenzy. He would gladly skip this part of galas and social events in general. Being screamed at, asked inappropriate questions - that’s why he tries to avoid posing with girl friends or acquaintances - and basically been given orders - Turn this way! Smile! To the left! - is nerve wracking. It must be very similar to what animals at the zoo experience when dozens of people start screaming to get their attention and slam flash cameras in their snouts to get the perfect shot. No wonder they always look apathetic and overall sad.

Over the years he’s grown accustomed to these annoying formalities and he’s learned how to deal with them, but it’s all new for Noah. The unnatural tightness on her shoulders and the plastic smile plastered on her face are a clear indication of how uncomfortable she truly feels.

Both Nick and one of the Foundation’s assistants offer Noah a supportive smile as she steps onto the red carpet. He notices when she draws in a big, deep breath and lifts her chin up. If he didn’t know her, he would easily believe she’d done this before. Unfortunately, the camera-wielding vultures seem to feed on her nonchalant attitude and become demanding very quickly. Must be because she’s fresh meat tonight. They already know him, he’s not news anymore and they know better than to upset him. At this point, he’s one step away from calling off the paparazzi, because they’re getting a touch too rude for his likings. Since he can’t literally flip them off, he takes a couple of steps towards Noah to give the photographers another target. And it works because the photographers are now focusing on both of them. They’re actually supposed to take pictures together tonight, so he’s not worried about raising suspicion as he casually brushes his body with hers to let her know he’s there . He’s comfortable being closer and even going as far as placing his hand on her waist. What he has a bit of a struggle doing is holding back a smug smile as his body molds against hers, so he focuses his attention on giving the paparazzi what they want so that they can move on. It’s a quick but excruciating process as flashes blast and cameras click all around them. After what he considers the right amount of time, Nick raises his hand in a manner that dismisses any more pressing request and gently leads Noah towards the entrance.

At the gala they’re sitting next to each other at the table, with Giles, Jenna and Lion. Nick helps her to briefly rehearse her speech before she gets called on stage. Keeping his hands to himself when she’s so close is challenging, the magnetic pull is almost unbearable. He steals a few touches here and there but the more he feels her shiver, the more he wants to carry her out of the room, find a dark corner and claim her mouth. But with so many prying eyes and family members around that’s too high of a risk. Lucky for him, a few moments later, William calls for Noah to join him on stage, effectively putting Nick out of his predicament for the time being. He wishes her good luck as she moves her chair back.

Nick has a pretty good understanding of her feelings and body language to know she’s a bundle of nerves right now. That’s why he was trying to distract her by taking his teasing up a notch. Well, that and also because he enjoys the reaction he’s able to coax out of her. He’s never had this kind of connection with any of his girlfriends, or friends-with-benefits he should say. Girlfriend is a definition he can’t honestly apply to his past relationships. More than once he asked himself if this was some sort of emotional trauma caused by his parents’ divorce after his mother left and the resulting turbulent relationship with her or if he simply didn’t meet the right girl. Maybe it was an unfortunate combination of the two. One thing’s for sure though: he hasn’t been able to have such a level of intimacy and openness with anyone before Noah. She came into his life and gave him a new perspective on things, prompting him to reassess his priorities. She unexpectedly rocked his world around. The least he can do is reciprocate in the same way. And tonight it means encouraging and backing her up, as she takes on a new challenge. Since he can’t physically hold her hand, he keeps his eyes on her the whole time as she walks towards the podium. He’s there if she needs him.  

When she takes the stand and confidently articulates her program and goals, he’s filled by the most wholesome feeling of pride and it takes all his strength not to jump on his feet and scream “ that’s my girl ” in front of all the guests. Instead, he watches her intently as he sips from his champagne coupe and joins in as the crowd rewards her with a heartfelt applause. He hasn’t yet stopped staring when she eventually turns in his direction and meets his gaze from across the reception room. Nick raises his glass in a toast, winks at her and her beautiful face lights up with a beaming smile.

What follows resembles a slow-motion movie scene, as jazz music softly wafts through the air, setting a relaxing mood for everyone. Noah slowly comes down from the podium and walks towards the table as he stands up, buttons his tux and moves to meet her halfway, their movements perfectly synchronized.

He tries, but there’s an invisible force at play tonight and he can’t contain a smug smile from forming on his lips, as Noah is finally - God, finally! - within arm’s reach once more. Now he can take advantage of the dimmed lights and the slight increase in the music’s volume to sneak behind her as people around them are gathering in pairs to dance.  “Hey you,” he softly greets, seizing the opportunity to slide the palm of his hand from her shoulder blades down to her lower back, effectively bringing her close. 

“Hi,” she murmurs back. “How did I do?” “You were great. Everyone was literally hanging on your words.” Nick looks around the room, pointing at the donor’s desk where a small group of people is already standing in line to make a pledge.  “By the look of things, you can easily secure the fundings for your outreach program within the next hour! Your hard work paid off. ” Nick nudges Noah’s side to get her attention and when she focuses on him once again, he’s smiling. “I’m proud of you, and you should be, too.”

Even in the darkness he sees her cheeks flush. Sometimes he doubts if people in her life let her know how appreciated she is. If it was down to him, he would cup her face and kiss her right in front of everybody. She was great on stage and he thinks she should be reminded properly. Maybe later, when they get back home, he will. But since it’s not the right time to let everyone know just how intimate they really are, he spins her around, taking the lead and starting to dance.

They dance for a while, swaying gracefully to the beat, relishing in each other’s closeness. 

At some point someone must have realized jazz music was, in fact, a mood-killer for the younger guests and decided to put on a more upbeat playlist, transforming the room into a nightclub. Jenna and Lion decide to meet them in the middle of the dancefloor and the four friends enjoy the rest of the evening.

Paying that DJ an insane amount of money - at least three times the average fee for these kinds of events - has been one of the best ideas he’s ever had. Noah can be quite picky with her music and by the look of things she’s having a blast. The three glasses of champagne she’s had might have helped, too. She’s a little tipsy but still in control and Nick makes sure she doesn’t get overboard.

By the end of the night, as the atmosphere is once again cosy and the music has gone back to a buzzing jazz tune, Nick notices she seems in some kind of discomfort.

He’s immediately alert and approaches her to find out what’s bothering her. Fortunately it’s just a rant about her shoes, and although she seems to complain a bit too much, he’s glad it’s not something too serious. She goes on about high heels and how they must have been created by a man considering how painful they are. Noah stumbles and grips his shoulder to balance herself. That’s when his arm moves around her waist to help her upright. He’s never seen her struggle so much in high heels - and she looked perfectly fine dancing just a few minutes before - but he’s more than willing to offer his support anyway. 

If having the perfect excuse to hold her is what he gets to do when she’s wearing uncomfortable shoes, Nick makes a mental note to buy her some more heels the next time they go shopping. The higher, the better. From his point of view, it’s a win-win situation. Nevertheless, he can’t hold back the snarky remark that follows. “You couldn’t stop jumping up and down to that Britney Spears song, not once, not twice but three times!” “Do not…” she warns. “Leave Britney alone, okay?” “The DJ was about to call it quits! The poor guy.” He openly laughs now and this seems to piss her off even more. She demands he takes her home and even though the temptation to tease her some more is strong, the murderous look on her face makes him change his mind.

Nick shakes his head, still amused. “Alright, let’s get you home!” Being a gentleman, he’s more than willing to oblige her however she wants. Plus, he loves when she pouts and frowns over silly things. She gets all worked up, desperate for an outlet. And he’s found out her favorite way to unwind, on such occasions, is having her way with him. Be in charge.

As they approach the valet desk, Nick has to physically carry Noah all the way to the car because she decides to remove her shoes and insists on walking barefoot. After a quick glance to the surroundings and making sure nobody’s looking their way, he straight up spanks her, giving her a real reason to protest if she wants one.

Bantering and bickering has become their foreplay of choice lately. Nick knows he’s probably been pushing his luck with the heavy teasing all night, because she sounds genuinely angry with him. His reasoning comes down to the fact that he was forcibly deprived of her presence for a week and he’s wanted to have her naked and on top of him since she came down the stairs at the house. And that is a few hours too many than he’s physically willing to endure.

So he does the one thing he knows can drive her mad: using pet names. Noah told him she doesn’t like them and only allows Jenna to call her babe because she’s her best friend, she knows it’s her Brit nature and she can’t help herself. To be honest, it's not his cup of tea, either. Ever since she came into his life, Nick has always used her full name. He likes it. Likes the sound of his voice when he calls her. But desperate times call for desperate measures, he thinks, so as he helps her into the car he bows to whisper in her ear: “Come on, babe, let’s get you home.”

Noah shoots him a fiery glare and that’s when he knows: game's on.

[thehorsewaslee]

Modern med student!Sejanus Plinth HC

(These are a little specific lol mb)

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Masterlist

Rolls his shoulder when nervous/uncomfortable 

Has different coloured scrubs for each rotation depending on the vibe. (OBG is maroon, general surgery is blue, etc)

He looks a little too good in those scrubs but anyway. 

Very gentle hands so he gets no complaints about his suturing from patients. 

The same goes for shots, especially with children. 

He however can’t for the life of him take manual blood pressure correctly, not even once. 

“Sejanus my arm’s about to lose circulation,” “I still can’t hear anything!” 

Routinely gets kicked out by patients, especially during labour and delivery cause he looks a little intimidating when focused

The one time he observed a birth he went out immediately after to call his ma to sincerely apologize. 

Oddly enough, he got along the most with his pediatrics patients. From infants all the way to preteens. (No I’m not projecting because I hate this stupid ass subject.)

They liked him because he’d tell so many stupid jokes and clearly he found his target audience. 

He got cartoon scrubs and hair covers and put charms on his stethoscope all in the name of making them like him more. 

Chronically pronounces drug names wrong cause he never pays attention to when someone says them. 

Won’t touch energy drinks but will drink 4 cups of coffee a day during exam season. 

Convinces himself it’s better. 

Can’t pull all nighters despite being an insomniac. 

Won’t reach for his pills unless it’s during exams and he really needs to sleep. 

They make him impossible to wake up, needs like 6 obnoxiously loud alarms. 

Stress bakes/cooks all the time. 

Very committed to keeping a healthy diet to keep his brain well fed. Mostly because he can’t keep a proper sleeping schedule. 

Hated his forensics rotation, guns and bullet wounds hit a little too close to home so he crossed it off his list after the first lecture. 

Watches medical dramas with a frown and points out frequent inaccuracies and misconducts

Doesn’t like the accurate ones because they stress him out, ends up watching the cheesy ones as a guilty pleasure. 

Very vocal activist on campus. 

His lowest moments involve having to put his beliefs aside to treat someone who disagrees with everything he stands for. 

On his first day in the geriatrics (old people) rotation he asked a 90 year old woman if shes still menstruating and if she was sexually active. 

She thought he was flirting. 

He was serious, in his defense, these questions were practically muscle memory at that point. 

That brought the demographic of patients who like him to grandparents and children.

Allergic to something really silly. Like strawberries. At least he thinks it’s silly. 

Eats them anyway despite the fact that it landed him in the ER once or twice. He just likes how they taste in sweets and a stupid allergy won’t stop him from fulfilling his needs. 

Got caught in the middle of an anti-vaxxer protest one day and he came home and stared at the ceiling for a few hours after having spent the whole day arguing. 

Massive foodie, no restaurant in a one hour drive radius from campus will be spared, no cuisine is off limits. 

Google reviews every spot he tried but never leaves negative reviews even if the experience was awful. He doesn’t want to harm businesses. 

Leaves massive tips even if the staff wasn’t friendly. 

Wakes up super early, makes breakfast, sets his desk up and then falls asleep on the couch. 

Swears that he’s gonna fail his exam - really this time - then gets mad he got a 95. Even goes to see his professor about it. 

Not Squeamish to blood but he is to eyeballs, he couldn’t stomach watching the surgeries or looking at the pictures. 

Collects vintage medical textbooks that relied on clinical diagnoses since most lab work hadn’t been invented yet. 

King of lame jokes. Especially medical puns. 

Laughs at his own jokes until there are actual tears in his eyes, anyone else is just a bonus

THE WORST handwriting ever known to man. He doesn’t take any physical notes because he won’t be able to read anything back. 

Leaves little post it notes all over his place. At first it was words of encouragement but they spiraled into material he needed to remind himself of. 

It gets worse around exam time, his whole house is usually covered in them. 

Not that he can tell what they say but it’s the thought that counts. 

Ma handstiches his initials onto every coat and scrub he owns. They’re a little wonky but he thinks it adds to the charm. 

His university is on the more ‘exclusive’ end, meaning most of his classmates are a little tone deaf, meaning he’s the ethics professor’s favorite student. 

Ironically bad at operation (the board game). 

Like really bad. 

He gets teased so hard for it at both family and friends game night. 

A huge film bro and not the Lukewarm kind either. 

Fully invested in old black and white foreign films in languages he never knew existed.

More respectful than most to the nursing staff, especially the middle aged ones that practically run the hospital. 

They love him and often joke that he should be on their side instead of working for the enemy. 

The secret to his charm is just a tiny tiny hint of flirtation.

Paces around constantly when studying so he can't really study anywhere but his room.

Keeps his place nearly spotless.

Nearly, since his desk is always cluttered with stacks of papers with messy notes on them.

Uses his time learning anatomy to practice sketching body parts accurately.

When he lost his (fairly pricey) stethoscope he was upset the most about its sentimental value to him, being his first one and all.

Then he lost another one.

Very willing to explain concepts to his peers but his temper sometimes gets the best of him when he thinks someone is being intentionally slow.

He's working on being more patient though.

Ends up matching into pediatric cardiology

A/N: I wish men were real :/

[ashirisu]

hey, everyone!

My name is Ley (pronounced like "Lee," she/they) and I'm a fiction writer/editor based in the PNW. I haven't done a proper writeblr intro in a while, so I figure the new year is a great time to reintroduce myself to the community!

— about me

An important thing to understand about me and the way I talk about writing is that this stuff is literally my entire life. Even outside of work, I don't think I have a single interest or hobby that doesn't relate back to storytelling in some capacity. I'm an avid media consumer and critic, and will hyperanalyze just about anything that catches my fancy for more than a minute.

I love science fiction and fantasy, and my goal as a writer is to take all the genres I loved growing up and create stories that are a little more diverse, inclusive, and queer.

— about the blog

I came to writeblr mostly to share my work, but also to find an active community where I can get excited with other writers and talk shop. Marketing is obviously a really important part of the publishing industry, but I get tired of having to filter every thought I have about my work and experiences through the lens of aesthetic micro-trends just to put it out in the world. Sometimes I just want to pop off about scenes I'm proud of, you know?

Above all else, I really just want to connect with more writers like myself, ones who got their start in fandom spaces and are working to take their writing from a hobby into a career. I see you, I am you, I love you, let's be friends!

You’ll definitely see me posting and reblogging a lot of stuff that isn’t necessarily related to writing, so be ready for that. My art exists in the context of my personality and the world as a whole, and I simply do not have it in me to maintain a whole separate blog for silly nonsense and memes. Just consider it a way to get to know the writer as well as the writing!

— about my writing

I write a lot, though most of it is disconnected nonsense. Flash fiction and short stories are where I really thrive as a writer. I don't tend to commit to long-form projects, but I have a few projects that I'll occasionally share details about!

I like to describe my style as "earnest and character-forward," which is a fancy way of saying that I like driven protagonists who think too much and are emotional to the point of it being a character flaw.

My goal is to share more of my original writing moving forward, so hopefully you'll get to see all of this for yourself. If I'm totally honest, though, you'll probably see more of me discussing my work than actually writing it.

— about my projects

Here are the things you'll most likely see me posting about:

Agnomen: A sci-fi retelling of Hamlet and Coriolanus, currently in its very preliminary stages. It is literally my Roman Empire, except it's set on a moon of a planet that I'm calling Jupiter as a placeholder (but please note that it isn't actually Jupiter, as Jupiter is a gas giant and therefore a scientifically impossible setting for large sections of the plot).

Alter Ego: A superhero fic in which not-so-mild-mannered reporter Drew Derrick fights for mutant rights and can't seem to get his act together when it comes to keeping the complicated parts of his life separate.

Untitled Fantasy Project: The very first project I ever wrote, and the piece I return to every so often when writing is feeling more like a slog than a fun hobby. I set a lot of one-offs in this world and follow a few key characters around without them having a real plot.

D&D: I write a lot about Baz, my Wild Magic Barbarian. He's a regency noble with a lot of problems, and I care about him very much. I also have various other settings and characters, but he's my most active PC at the moment and therefore gets the most attention.

Short Stories: Sometimes I write these, and sometimes I like them enough to share!

— tag directory

ley rambles: my (often wordy) opinions about things

ley writes: not necessarily my writing, but talking about my writing

my writing: stories, blurbs, and other content I've written

not my writing: reblogs and creative writing that I liked, shared, and sometimes commented on