#but it's AFTER chapter 19

[distortedclouds]

You're so pretty... Left Behind/filler BW Set: Somewhere between chapters 20 and 21 Rating: G Wordcount: 1.2k Tags: Flufff

Her eyeslids still feel like they’re sticking to each other when she finally manages a firm grip, one on the doorknob and the other around the key, turning the two with a low click. She should’ve taken the time to light a lamp because the street lights around here are a pathetic excuse.

The insistent knocking lasts to the very last second the wood of the door is within reach. It’s not like Annie could’ve slept through it.

“Took you long enough,” Hitch elongates the words in a way Annie would’ve found as endearing as always if it wasn’t one of the first things to hear being ripped out of bed without even the brains to fetch more than a light cardigan.

“I found it!” Armin yells out triumphantly and with a wide smile to match the flush on his cheeks. He yanks his hand almost violently from his coat pocket, fingers grasping a shiny key, while his other is firmly in Hitch’s and around her shoulder, where she’s, very kindly, making sure he doesn’t fall face first into the muddy street at this hour of the night. Alas, his joy doesn’t last long when he’s dragged inside, having missed the opportunity to actually put it to use.

“I wouldn’t have minded if you’d borrowed him for the entire night,” Annie mutters, a hand rubbing over her face and shoving her hair out of the way. She still steps to the side and lets them in, counting their steps until she could shove the door back closed to keep most of the cold out. 

“Oh, no, no, no~ I couldn’t possibly do that to you, Annie dear,” Hitch says, face adorned with a similar flush and voice lacking much structure as she delegates the task of keeping Armin upright to the stair’s railing. She instead leans back against the wall, appearing fully unbothered by the smell of alcohol that wafted in with the both of them. “Also he wouldn’t stop talking about you. It was kinda annoying.” 

“I try not to take everything he says while drunk seriously,” Annie says, watching him struggle to take two more steps up the stairs before she finally catches up with him, replacing Hitch under his shoulder. He complains, but she ignores it. The last thing they need is a run to the hospitable for a concussion in the middle of the night. “You can stay the night in the spare room. I’ll fetch you another blanket.”

Hitch waves her hand at her like she’s swatting away a fly, a tiny hiccup almost erupting from her throat. “No, don’t worry about it. I’ll just head home.”

“You sure?” Annie stops to look at the Hitch from over her shoulder, Armin almost missing the railing at the abrupt change of pace.

“Yeah, yeah, sure. Just some water.” 

“Kitchen,” Annie nods the knock opposite the stairs and trusts her to know the rest. “I’ll be right back.”

“Take your time, really” she giggles stupidly and pushes herself off the wall and towards the kitchen.

Continuing on up the stairs, Annie hears the distinct sound of water, and it’s not unaccompanied by glass shattering or dangerously clattering, so it’s probably fine. Dragging Armin up the last few steps and into their room proves significantly easier once her body joins her mind in being somewhat awake.

“There!” Annie lets him drop down on the bed, and she almost falls on top of him when he proceeds to lie down instead of sitting, legs hanging off the edge of the bed. His arms feel so heavy that she can’t tell whether he tried to hold her to him or if that was simply their weight on her waist. “Don’t sleep in your clothes. They stink.”

She pulls out one of his shirts from the closet it and chucks it at him. He moves to catch it a couple of seconds too late, but he gets up and begins to wrestle his way out of the many layers he put on in the morning, starting with his military green coat. Annie’s glad she never got to wear this variety of uniform; it looks even more uncomfortable than the leather harness.

“I’ll go check up on Hitch,” she announces, leaving after he hums in understanding. Back on the ground floor, she finds Hitch still in the kitchen, making her way into what could be her second or third glass of room-temperature water and looking progressively more sober already. “Did you have to get him this drunk? You know he’s got the tolerance of a toddler.”

Annie takes the glass from her when she gestures that she’s done, putting it in the sink. No one needs to be doing the dishes just past midnight.

“If I didn’t, you would’ve had a wishy-washy—probably sobby, even—Armin on your hands right now. You should be thanking me, actually.” Annie doesn’t say anything, continuing to stand with her arms crossed by the sink. “Well, I should get going,” Hitch declares a little too loud and a little too cheerful as she untucks and pulls the collar of her coat higher around her neck. Yeah, it’s probably cold out there.

“You sure you don’t wanna stay the night?”

“I’m sure.” She pats Annie’s shoulder on the way out.

Annie doesn’t press or object, faring her goodnight and locking the door behind her, not sticking for long to hear her footsteps fade into the quiet of the night that now seeps into the corners of the house.

She hates it when things are this quiet. She should sleep until there are more signs of life to rouse her ears. Upstairs, Annie isn’t sure whether she should be surprised or not that Armin is still on the third layer, struggling greatly with the undoing of the tiny buttons of his shirt even when he seems to be giving it his all—judging by the frown wrinkling his brows and forehead.

“Here, let me,” she grumbles with a low sigh that draws out softly near the end.

Annie sits next to him at the foot of the bed and proceeds to undo the remaining two thirds of the buttons. He doesn’t attempt to get in her way, but she can feel his eyes on her; the quiet sound of his breathing not far from her face, and it pleasantly tickles her ears whenever it overlaps with her own. She’s yet to find anything better to interrupt the silence than the sound of his voice.

“I can feel you staring.”

“You’re so pretty,” he says in a low murmur, almost a whisper.

Annie makes a point to yank at the last button, making him flinch when she throws the two sides of his shirt open around his chest. “Get dressed,” she stressed, shoving the clean shirt into his hands. Annie goes back down the stairs and into the kitchen, filling an empty glass to the brim with room-temperature water and trying not to take anything he says while drunk seriously.

[sabalr]

Then and now.

[manga-meow]

[fishareglorious]

i do a light chuckle once i remember hofmann and semmelweis are friends but then i remember semmelweis and marcus' suitcase interaction where they talk about her and i am once again inconsolable about this old woman's death

[vash-in-the-void]

So i finished Becoming Eden [Its me I'm trees] by @madnessmadness a week ago and im feeling very normal still

In fact i felt so normal i made this

I'm so happy how it's turning outtt !!

more images of the inside under the cut

[sensitiveheartless]

Non-canon Howl AU doodles :D

[tianshanforlife]

I really like that we learned that Mo and Buzzcut are actual friends from way earlier, and that they hang out together! Even if Mo acts bossy towards Buzzcut, it's still nice to know that they are friends

Also I laughed so much when the boys made fun of Buzzcut for hitting on He Tian lmao I hope that since it looks like they might become friends with him, we will FINALLY LEARN HIS NAME cause I'm tired of calling him only by his nickname

And yes, I'm gonna be that person, but I really don't like jealous and possessive He Tian. Like yeah, they are just dumb teens, and teens act like that when they're in love but still. Jealousy is I think my biggest pet peeve, so that's probably why 🤷‍♂️ anyways, chill out He Tian, Mo literally let you pierce his ears, you don't have to worry about anything 🙄😒

[rayroseu-reblogs]

MYGODDDDDDDD 💕💖💕💖💕💖💞💞💞💞💕🥴🥴🥴HOW I WANT HIM AJUFIWUFJW DALI DELICO ONE CHANCEEEEE PLEASE PLEASEEEE🛐🛐🛐✨✨✨✨

also sighhHhHh 💀💀💀

💀💀💀✨✨✨ AAACAKKK... NOOO angelico baby this is not youuuu 🔥🔥🔥throwing chancla at him for treating ul like that 💥💥💥

[rainy19days]

Chronological order of each time Mo blushed before more significant blushes came:

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Worth mentioning:

Mo never blushes when He Tian twists his balls.

Mo doesn't blush when He Tian comes to his house and forcefully puts an earring in his ear.

He doesn't blush when He Tian falls on him during basketball game.

He doesn't blush when they are squished in the elevator.

He doesn't blush when they rub crotches on He Tian's bed.

He doesn't blush when He Tian lays down on him on his bed.

Of course he doesn't blush when He Tian force-kisses him.

He doesn't blush when he realizes he had wet dreams about He Tian and at this point he already had two out of three (first at the hospital when he dreams that He Tian squeezes his butt and second one that we can't see but he says "I dreamed about this bastard again")

[nightfayre]

i’m crying, throwing up, so incredibly proud of myself for finishing a fic i’ve been working on for ~20 days, non-stop. i seriously think it might be one of my best works

i’m so, so excited to share it with you all <3

[partywiththedevildude]

Tianshan really out here cockblocking Zhanyi left and right

[plantwriting]

I want to write Kian getting absolutely pissed off I need it for my mental well being I need to write him screaming and blaming other people for everything they’ve done wrong I need to write them getting into an argument with Rand and blaming him for her death and then regretting it immediately afterwards I need to write him being absolutely fucking unhinged and then hating herself for it who needs therapy when you can just write your fave snapping

[manga-meow]

[senoleaf]

Golden Soul and Silver Heart

Chapter 1: Golden Soul

Short Summary:

Behind a usually non-existent door a creature lies, waiting. Luring flies into its trap under the pretense of humanity.

A golden soul is the first fly to get caught—paying a bitter price for having been too naive and confident.

A silver heart is the second fly to get caught—paying a bitter price for not having been faster, for not having been more cautious.

— — —

my take on how the story about Strangled Red (Door's Open) intersects with the creepypasta Lost Silver. also includes Insomnia Silver (Hypno's Lullaby).

Gold and Silver are in their early 20s in this fic.

written with the help of my best friend Tallulah Bangkok who also beta-read for me!!

— — —

Chapter Summary:

Following a letter he had received, challenging him to a battle, Gold decided to meet his anonymous challenger all alone in the middle of the night.

Chapter Wordcount: +6000

Chapter Count: (1/2)

please beware the warnings in the tags on AO3!

[asfodelle]

New chapter of Bites coming out most likely later this week and even though the story is fully planned out, the reason it's taking a minute is because I'm doing the classic thing of thinking about too many projects at once. Like, the pendulum of focus won't settle, it's an issue.

I'm writing a long one shot exploring a future where He Tian only reappears a couple weeks at a time while they're stuck in an angsty situationship, it's currently sitting at 20k words but no clue where it'll be when I'm done with it, some parts are still pretty unfinished.

I also have started two fics that make me kick my feet in excitement, one being a long enemies to lovers mafia AU with spying and skyscrapers climbing, the other being a babyfic that I'd love to dive into whenever I have the time.

I might want to add a ZhengYi counterpart to Tangerines too, I'll see where the pendulum takes me.

[whumpy-wyrms]

i wrote soooo much today guys, i’m literally done with chapter 19 now :) yeah i finished that one before chapter 18 but that’s almost don’t too!! hahaha i’m so so excited yall have no idea what’s coming