#chapter 3 coming soon!

[oraliefathdon4eternalia]

Rayni: Little Miss Neverseen - Chapter 2 (Mar 22 2023)

When Glimmer entered the room, two cloaked figures were curled up together on the gray Neverseen couch, which was dilapidated and falling apart.

"Hello?" she called.

The smaller cloaked figure, whose head was resting on the other's shoulder, looked up, straight at Rayni.

Er, Glimmer.

She still wasn't used to calling herself that.

"Who are you?" the person asked in a hostile voice. A lock of brown hair slipped out of her cloak.

"I'm Glimmer, the new recruit," Glimmer said as confidently as possible.

"Oh!" the other person said. "You're the person Lady Gisela was on about! She said a bunch of vague things about you not being satisfied with the system. I'm Trix, and this is my girlfriend, Umber." He gestured to the brown-haired person curled into him.

Glimmer smiled, relieved. At least one person was being welcoming.

"New recruit, huh?" a deep voice sounded from the corner.

Glimmer jumped. Umber laughed at her derisively.

"Who's there?" Glimmer panicked. Remembering her Flasher ability, she snapped her fingers to illuminate the dark corner.

A scarred person sat at a desk, but Glimmer was too distracted to wonder how he could do anything on a desk in that darkness.

But if she'd wondered, he would've soon answered that question.

"I'm Brant," he said. "And I have my own light tricks."

Brant snapped his fingers and a fire came to life in his palm. Glimmer shivered, thinking what the fire could do to her. Was this what Gisela was talking about when she mentioned the ban on pyrokinesis?

"Oookay," Glimmer said. "Anything else I need to know?"

"My hunger for fire was so great I lit my house on fire while my fiancée was in it. I got all these scars, and she..." He lowered his head. "Well, she died."

Glimmer felt deeply uncomfortable and just stood there, shuffling her feet.

Brant's head snapped up. "That was after I joined the Neverseen. Fintan told me to join this group because it would make my pyrokinesis legal again."

"What happened after you killed your fiancée?" Glimmer asked.

Brant flinched at the word killed.

"I pretended to her parents that I'd gone insane with grief. I feigned coughing, sickness, and inability to do anything. They visit me every year to check on me," he gloated with a grin. "The mother bakes candy for me. Little do they know, I don't spend the rest of the year skulking around that tiny house in sickness. I burn things. I get revenge."

Brant laughed a creepy, maniacal laugh that shook the walls. Glimmer backed away, making a mental note to avoid him.

Something bothered her about the exchange besides the creepiness, but she couldn't figure out what it was, so she turned to Trix and asked: "Are there any other members?"

"Oh, yes," Trix answered. "There are a lot of members, I think. But Lady Gisela prefers to keep information compartmentalized, and there are multiple Neverseen leaders with different plans stretching us in different directions. So I only know three more members besides the leaders. One's name is Ruy - no code name. He's a Psionipath. Another is Gethen - also no code names. Telepath. And Alvar Vacker, Vanisher."

"Okay," Glimmer said, processing. "Can you show me where my dorm is?"

"Sure. Follow me." Trix stood up, and they walked to another narrow hallway, followed by Umber's disapproving gaze.

There were only a few doors in a row, so Glimmer assumed this was a small Neverseen hideout.

Trix showed her a door at the end of the hallway.

"Thanks," Glimmer said, entering.

"No problem. See you around." Trix smiled and left.

It was only when Glimmer closed the door behind her when she finally got what was bugging her about Brant's story.

Fintan recruited him to the Neverseen.

The same Fintan who was kicked off the Council after the ban on pyrokinesis.

Glimmer slumped against the door with the weight of the realization.

Ex-Councillor Fintan was part of the Neverseen.

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Remember, there is always a great big beautiful tomorrow.

[iris-ofthe-sun]

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and this

[sibylsleaves]

some things fall when they're meant to fall

11k (so far) | rated T | read on ao3 Eddie’s gaze drop to Buck’s lips—pink, like his birthmark. Eddie wants to taste those lips, and he wants it with a fierceness so sudden it shocks him. “I’m, uh,” Buck stammers. “Last night. When you saw me and Tommy…we—we were on a date.” Everything inside Eddie goes still. If his heart is a kite, then this is the moment it plummets back to earth.

or, Buck tells Eddie some news. Eddie has a realization and breaks up with his girlfriend. Not necessarily in that order.

written for @burnthatbridge

Chapter 2/4 now up on ao3

Eddie is happy for Buck. Obviously. It goes without saying that he’s happy for him.

And look, it’s not like it’s hard. Not when Buck’s been walking around like the LA sun shines specifically for him. He’s got this shimmering halo of excitement around him these days, and beneath that, a kind of deep relief. Like some of the heavy weight he’s dragged around with him his entire life has been lifted.

More than anyone Eddie’s ever known, Buck has spent his life searching for something. And finally, he’s found it.

Not Tommy—although Buck does get a particular blushing grin on his face whenever he talks about him. What Buck has found is something bigger than that. A truth about himself. An answer to a question he never knew to ask.

So yeah, Eddie’s happy for him. How could he not be? This whole year, when he hasn’t been worrying about Chris, he’s been worried about Buck and how he’s been dealing with the aftermath of the lightning strike.

He’s not worried anymore.

And as for Eddie’s own revelation…the realization that for him, all roads lead to Buck, well…

He’s not thinking about it. He’s doing everything in his power to act like nothing’s changed, to act the way the Eddie Diaz of two weeks ago would act. The Eddie Diaz whose brain hadn’t yet caught up to his heart on the matter of Evan Buckley.

“So, there’s a Dodgers game this evening,” Eddie says, jiggling his car keys nervously while he waits for Buck to finish changing after their shift. He rests his gaze somewhere to the left of Buck's bare chest. “I was thinking about inviting Tommy over to watch. And I know you’re watching Jee so Chim and Maddie can work on wedding stuff—”

“Eddie,” Buck tugs his shirt over his head and looks at Eddie quizzically. “We’ve already been over this. I was never actually mad that you were hanging out with Tommy without me. I mean yeah, I guess I felt slightly excluded, but it was more about—”

“Yeah, yeah I know, the giant crush you had on the guy,” Eddie says with a fond eye-roll. There. That’s something two-weeks-ago Eddie would’ve said, right?

(read chapter 2 on ao3)

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[awtonomie]

— epilogue 00.

“ too sweet. “

joel miller was a shot of whiskey. you were a raspberry daiquiri. not to be mixed, but something about joel drew you impossibly near. you knew good and well you were too young for him. but did that stop your heart from rattling in your chest and your knees from going weak every time you stepped near him and inhaled the scent of coffee, whiskey, and spice ? absolutely not. and did it especially help that he was your father’s closest friend and colleague? no. and… shouldn’t that should mean joel was off limits? technically, yes, but... where’s the fun in that?

not to mention that joel was like, what , twenty years older than you? i mean, yeah, you were of age. maybe your dad didn’t need to know.. problem was, the guy saw you as a total kid. and you needed to prove him wrong.

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description : dbf!joel and younger reader ( of age ), younger reader pursuing joel, old man says no? yes? we’ll see! based off too sweet by hozier. my man is a beautiful lyricist 💕.

a / n : hi guys :) possible new series, chapter 1 will be up soon !!

wc : 172

[andorerso]

another slightly nsfw snippet because they have no chill

The rational part of her sighs and throws her hands up in defeat. You’ve already made up your mind. Just do it. Jyn pulls out her phone and sends him a text. Pizza tonight? I’ll let you finish in my mouth this time.

[alastor-simp]

Part 3 Finale of Alastor X Mute Reader is almost finished!!

Who's excited?!

[osamusriceballs]

The Accident Part VIII

Atsumu x fem reader

Warnings: None

Words: ~ 2k

About: You finally meet your good friend <3

Part I II -> Next part

"You know each other?!"

You stare at Atsumu with wide eyes, who just stares at the short blonde next to you and raises his eyebrows as if he just had an epiphany.

"Where have I—wait. Karasuno. Karasuno's manager! You're a friend of Shoyo-kun!" Atsumu's eyes shine when he talks about Karasuno, and you furrow your brows when you remember that it's the name of Yachi's old school. "Shoyo-kun? Like—Hinata Shoyo?" You ask, recalling a bright orange-haired man you've met a few times already when Yachi had invited you to drink with her and her friends. They had always been a lively bunch, definitely growing on you the more often you saw them.

"Hmm, we work together," Atsumu nods, and you blankly stare at him while you try to digest that piece of information. You know that Hinata is a professional volleyball player. Very professional. Olympics level professional. He offered you cards to his games quite a few times, and you had politely declined, not wanting to cause him trouble, but he had sent you tickets anyway for a game in a few weeks.

That probably means that Atsumu is a professional player too—or he might be some kind of manager, according to the vague statement that they are working together. His physique and his posture tell you that he potentially could be an athlete- you would believe that in a second.

"Working together like... playing volleyball too?" You ask for clarification, tilting your head curiously while you watch his reaction. His lips curl into a smug smile, and the confidence he's radiating now makes your legs turn into jelly.

"Yeah. I'm a professional, just like Shoyo-kun. He loves my sets, by the way. Always aces them with no problem."

His eyes capture yours and you hang on his every word, definitely surprised by the development. You're married to a probably very famous professional Olympia volleyball player. You're not even sure what to think about this; the new details just made the whole situation more absurd and unrealistic. The only good thing is that Yachi apparently knows him. You could maybe get more information out of Yachi about him later.

"I—wait. The marriage—you married ATSUMU MIYA?" Your attention shifts to Yachi, who turns almost worryingly red, and you quickly step closer to her and reach for her arm, trying to calm her down. "Yes, but it's okay. He's a good guy, okay?" You smile encouragingly, and Yachi takes a few hasty loud breaths before she nods.

Atsumu watches you both and awkwardly clears his throat, a faint blush covering his cheeks at your words, and rubs the back of his head. "I'll leave ya two alone then. I'll call ya, y/n."

The last thing you see is his smile before he turns around and walks away with his hands in his pockets now. His broad back is evident, especially when he's wearing the white dress shirt, and you can't help but admire the man for a second before Yachi enters your sight once again.

"Y/n! - what happened?!"

xxx

"I can't believe you're married to Atsumu Miya!" she exclaims, still sounding shocked as she repeats the same sentence for the third time after you managed to tell her the fully story during the car ride. Both of you sit on her comfortable plush couch, adorned with a few of her stylish designer blankets. You're glad to be in a familiar place finally, but you can't help but to think about Atsumu. Will he call or leave a message soon? You wouldn't mind him calling today already- just to make sure you have his number. Nothing else. Just to clear that whole marriage thing. And nothing else.

You nod with a mild smile an attempt to calm her slight panic. Atsumu has assured you that everything will be taken care of, and you find yourself actually trusting him. "It'll be okay. You mentioned he's a good guy, right? I mean, he's friends with Hinata."

Yachi deeply inhales and takes a sip of her tea and nods. "He's close to Hinata. They get along really well. But let me tell you, Atsumu Miya in high school is something else. His serves were powerful and terrifying- not as much as today, but still enough to keep us all on the edge. Even Nishinoya had a hard time receiving them. Atsumu-san and Osamu-san managed to copy Hinata's and Kageyama's special attack effortlessly. It was insane. Maybe we can find a recording of it."

She grabs the remote to turn on the TV, and you lean forward eagerly at the thought of seeing more of Atsumu. "I wonder what Atsumu looked like in high school," you muse, taking a sip of your tea, its slight bitterness complementing the rich flavor. "He basically still looks the same. His hair got a bit brighter, and I think he grew a bit. And gained mass," Yachi responds, finding what she's looking for with an excited squeal. "Here!"

You both watch how a much younger Atsumu raises his arm and much to your surprise the whole crowd falls silent. "What- that's not normal, is it?" You turn to Yachi who seems slightly pale, probably because she remembers the moment vividly. "That's normal for Atsumu Miya. He was so good and popular that he got that special treatment. It helps him to focus. Oh, and watch his steps! You can tell what kind of serve he's going to make by the number of his steps."

You diligently nod and watch him serve again, taking six steps this time. The camera angle is a tad bit closer this time, and you don't fail to see his yellow-ish hair that definitely looks different compared to his looks today. He was very fit, even back then, but he is definitely more buff today.

You watch some more of Atsumu's powerful serves, his form screaming utmost perfection, and memories of the very same strong, muscular arms wrapped around you make heat rush to your cheeks. Yachi continues to share insights about his playing style, and you quickly try to focus on her words.

"...their combined attacks are difficult to anticipate. But look at how Kei blocks it!" You nod enthusiastically while you observe Tsukishima's impressive block. The video then shifts to another game, showcasing Atsumu in a black uniform adorned with yellow claw prints on his sleeves.

"Oh, that's from the MSBY game! You should have seen him; there's this amazing set—" Yachi's words trail off as the camera cuts to an unusual angle, revealing Atsumu's impressive thighs in full glory as he sets the ball with a ridiculously seductive smile. Your jaw drops at the unexpected sight- you know for sure you would have fainted if you saw that scene in live. How dare he look so good while setting the ball?? "Look, Hinata easily managed to hit that! And there's Bokuto-san!" You recognize the orange-haired spiker, sharing a smile and high-five with Bokuto. "I can't believe that they all actually know each other."

"Yeah," Yachi smiles and nods. "Hinata always talks about Atsumu-san. And Bokuto-san is close with Osamu-san, I think. I've seen him post a few pictures with Akaashi-san at Onigiri-Miya."

"Is that the name of his restaurant? Atsumu said he would take me there someday." Yachi gives you a side-eye, and reaches for her phone. "You've gotten pretty close, haven't you? You seemed really flustered when-" You quickly interrupt her, "No! I—I don't even know him. I don't even have his number. He was just being nice, we're not really close."

Yachi nods with a small grin, and hands you her phone. "Here. That's his Instagram. He's also often at Onigiri Miya. It seems like he's very proud of his brother's success. I though you might want to have a look at his life."

"Thank you." Yachi is truly a great friend, and you feel once again fond of being close to her. As you scroll through Atsumu's Instagram, you find a mix of game snapshots, some pictures with Osamu, in which he always has a plate full of food in front of him, and you can't help but zoom into the plates, impressed by the neatly arranged dishes. As you keep on scrolling, you almost gasp loudly when you find a very surprising collaboration with Calvin Klein, featuring a shirtless Atsumu from a very close perspective. At first, you keep on scrolling, too flustered at the sudden revealing picture, but curiosity makes you go back after a few moments, and you look at the picture again.

He looks good. His muscles are well-defined and he grins seductively for the camera while he poses, clad in only a ripped pair of jeans. It's almost unfair how ridiculously attractive he looks, but you still think that he looks even better when he's just woken up, just like he did this morning. You exhale loudly and curiously click on the comments.

"I would pay real money to have him like this in my bed." "Christmas came early this year- and so did I." "Bless the Miya genes. I'd gladly help to spread them." "Thank you Calvin Klein. I'll make sure to get a pair of these pants." "*FAINTS* HE'S SO HOT, I CAN'T-"

You're startled when you notice how the comments get even more unhinged and shameless as you keep on scrolling. "He... has a lot of fans," you remark, scrolling back to the top and handing Yachi her phone back, to which she nods heavily. "He had his own fan club in high school, and ever since the Japanese team won the Olympics, the whole team has been very popular. Especially Atsumu-san and Sakusa-san."

You hesitate before asking the next question, uncertain of what the answer might bring. "Is there a reason why he's single? He seems like a decent guy, looks good, and he's probably rich. Isn't he the perfect catch?"

Yachi furrows her brows, thinking. "I don't know, actually. It's probably the same as with Hinata and Kageyama. They focus a lot on their careers; they simply don't have time for dating. I also found out that most volleyball boys can be a bit... intense. It's probably hard to find a partner that understands their passion. They prioritize training over anything else. I've never seen Hinata skip a day of training, no matter what happens. Their partners must accept that they put a lot of their energy and time into their jobs."

"Ah," you simply nod, slightly surprised by the revelation. You would have assumed that they have a very lively dating life, but it seems like they just live for work. Sounds a bit lonely.

"I also think that some fans are a bit obsessed with their private lives. There was an incident before with Atsumu-san and one of their fans- but things have calmed down lately, so you should be fine." Yachi reassures you, reaching for a cookie on the couch table.

"I think that—" she is interrupted by the sudden sound of a ringing phone, and both of you exchange confused glances before realizing it's your phone. Yachi's eyes light up, and she squeals, "Maybe it's him—I mean, I could have gotten his number through Hinata, but maybe he's got some news—"

You fumble with the phone, the unknown number undoubtedly belonging to Atsumu. Taking a deep breath, you nod at her and hold the phone to your ear, answering the call with a simple,

"Hello?"

[itlovesinthewoods]

14 days since my rat bastard babygirl left me alone come morning. Aerin, if you're reading this, I miss you, please come back

[doomsworldau]

"Thomas.."

Doomsworld chap 3: Reunion is out now!

[thedennysmanager]

Look, look closely! Sinclair! Not with your eyes but with your heart!

[milogoestogreendale]

me when im typing up a first draft without really thinking and accidentally rickroll myself

[nyoomerr]

a small soggy collection

(thank y'all for all the comments on rent a bingge! i'll reply to them all eventually...)

[retellingthehobbit]

A quick Thorin

[cubesugarss]

Thinking again about. Aira being the only person Hiiro calls with no honorific right off the bat

Wipes a tear.. he thinks his name is pretty.......

Guys..... he doesn't mind.... he never minded at all

[tangledinink]

are you guys ready for a monday in which i do not publish any new fic for the first time in almost six months.