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killercooksblog · 4 months

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KillerCook Baking Challenge

Howdy - In celebration of starting this blog, I present a challenge! If you've read the book, you'll know the first chapter was about BROWNIES! AKA the best dessert ever, probably. I'll post it below so if you have no idea what I'm talking about you can catch up and participate!

I love a good brownie, and I think everyone has their own unique way of baking goods that makes the recipe special in its own way! Yes, even box mix, cause I know not everyone is following those instructions all the time. If you're a raw batter eater, you're amongst safe company!

The challenge: I want you to make a pan of brownies with you're own secret ingredient that makes it *chef's kiss.* To participate, you gotta submit a pic of your brownie platter to my submissions or ask box by 3:00 PM EST Saturday, June 8th. Additionally, you need to submit a summary of the flavor and texture of your recipe, without saying the name of your secret ingredient.

For example: in my double mint chocolate brownies chapter, I would summarize it as - a dulcet double layer of cacao richness that's not too cakey and not too moist, that will leave you with a fresh and happy ending.

Or something like that. Get creative! I wanna rate your brownies! I'll be playing along too and for the sake of it, I won't be doing mint chips so I can leave y'all guessing too ;)

With the camera set in place, Killer dusted his apron and straightened his helmet one last time before pressing the ‘Go Live’ button, muttering a quick, "It's show time," under his breath.

“Hello, Killer here,” raising a hand in the air, the quarter sleeve of his dress shirt rolled neatly on his forearm. “Time for another day of relaxing vibes and delicious desserts. Today, I’m making Double Chocolate Mint Brownies. I love a goody, gooey brownie, especially when there’s mini chocolate chips and ganache involved.”

As he spoke the well-rehearsed introduction, Killer wandered around the kitchen pulling out mixing tools and fixing himself a glass of bubble milk tea, congregating on the island countertop. Oven already preheated, eggs and butter on standby and at room temperature. Slurping up a tapioca ball, he paused for a minute while he chewed.

“Mm, ‘scuse me, didn’t expect that one to come up all the way. Tasty. Moving on, you know my number one motto: A clean and sterile working environment is best when dealing with things you intend to eat. And please, enough with the Jason Vorhees jokes, my mask looks nothing like his. I’m trying to make a name for myself as an independent serial killer……of hunger and all your hearts,” he brought his hands together to make a heart shape for the audience.

The ping of a microtransaction being made caught Killer’s attention, leaning close to his phone. Someone had bought and redeemed a highlighted message, and it was one of those moments he wished he hadn’t added that incentive, now being forced to read and answer it live.

“MurderinoSquadAssemble has this to say – ‘a serial killer of hunger and OUR hearts? Seems sus but ok. #redflagbehavior.’ Calm down armchair detective. For the record, I haven’t been caught yet and it won’t be to the likes of you.”

Biting down a chuckle, Killer stepped back to put on plastic gloves, a baking hat, and his favorite apron. It was a faded blue color but what really made it endearing for him, was the print.

That’s Hot

It had a small whisk and measuring spoons sprawled on the bottom, and the capital T had a baker’s hat falling off it. Underneath the text, a stovetop on fire. A gift from Kid on his 25th birthday.

Smiling privately, Killer turned to give the audience his side profile as he tied the apron strings. His dress shirt clung to his muscled arms, threatening to burst if he flexed too hard. His ass looked firm and thick in the dark chino relaxed pants he wore.

Prepping the baking tray, Killer explained the ingredients he was using and his choices for alternatives. He preferred to use ethically sourced chocolate and tapioca flour instead of all-purpose flour. He used vegan butter but liked to brown it first to caramelize a bit before combining it to the batter.

“This flour is what I used to make the tapioca pearls for my milk tea in my 14th video. It’s still up if you want to check it out and give it some love,” he poured the batter into the pans.

Turning around completely, he walked to the oven to place the pan on the middle rack. Killer didn’t need to bend down as much as he did to place the pan inside. He also didn’t need to jut his hips backwards a little to make his butt look bigger on camera, but it was nice hearing the pings echoing in the kitchen as he was gifted with tips and praise. Not that he’d admit that to anyone of course.

Killer turned the volume of his Bluetooth speaker louder, enjoying the lofi channel playlist he chose for the day’s stream. It was hard to find good music these days, not with a DMCA lawsuit one flagged video away.

“You can find where I use the same ingredients for the pre-made mint filling layer in my 20th video, when I made my homemade No-reos.”

Underneath the kitchen island countertop was a small red button that Killer pushed. That was the alarm indicator Kid had installed to notify the redhead that it was time for him stop what he was doing, get dressed, and join the video for the taste test.

Hoping beyond hope that Kid would be wearing the clothes Killer laid out for him, the masked man entertained the audience. Acknowledging the redeemed gifts, answering comments and questions and taking a much needed bathroom break. Letting the ads run a bit longer to milk the revenue, Killer stood at the doorway waiting for Kid to make an appearance. Asshole was running late, unbelievable. HE WANTED to be in the live streams, Killer didn’t ask him to be a part of it.

Shaking his head, he sat down in front of the camera, preparing to be KillerCook once more. The oven had three minutes left on the timer and the smell of chocolate wafted. The stream continuing, he began whisking the ganache to pour over the brownies.

Killer heard Kid walking through the hallway as he whisked. Bursting through the door, shirtless, his golden piercings that littered his nipples, nose bridge and ears shined from the open kitchen windows that showed a beautiful sunny day outside.

Timer going off, Killer fumbled to the back while hissing out, “Put a fucking shirt on! Why do you do this every time?!”

“C’mon Kill, they’re not gonna ban you for male nipples, be real.”

“Not risking it, we’re already on thin ice for using copyright music after 2 warnings. Remember? That’s how you lost Your Job as the video editor. Put on a shirt or I pull the plug.”

Angrily swearing, Kid walked back through the door to find a shirt.

“The last step is pouring the ganache over the mint layer and spreading it evenly for a smooth coating. Then you’ll want to store it in the fridge to let the top layer set. This will take up to an hour or you can keep it in longer until you’re ready to eat.”

Cutting into the pan to prepare a square for Kid, the masked baker placed both the pan and the taste test piece in the fridge. Killer once again entertained the audience for the 5 minutes it took for Kid to come back, in a ruffled black vest that was unbuttoned. Killer pulled out a chair for him and went to retrieve the taste test square, placing it on the table in front of Kid.

Coming into view of the camera with an annoyed pout on his face, Kid shot a sneer at Killer before tightening his jaw and looking directly into the lens.

“Alright, now the reason you’re all really here. To watch me eat shit you can’t have and look hot doing it.”

Standing straight, he stuck out his right arm and flexed, slowly moving it down with deliberate motions that further focused on his bulging muscles instead of the baked good. Bringing it to his face, Kid licked his maroon painted lips before taking a bite with a grin. Letting out an approving grunt.

“How’s it taste?”

“Tastes damn good, brother,” Kid responded, biting into the brownie again.

“Can you uh elaborate some more for the audience?”

“It’s chocolate, tastes like chocolate,” he grunted out in between bites.

Sighing deeply, “Does the texture feel balanced? Is it too dry? Can you even taste the mint I added with the chocolate chips?”

Licking his fingers clean and wiping his mouth with the back of hand, Kid shrugged. “Tastes perfect. Like any good brownie should be, it’s moist,” devilish smirk on his face and he faced the camera.

Feeling Killer’s serious as fuck glare through the mask, “Yeah yeah you can taste the mint. It doesn’t overwhelm the chocolate but it wasn’t overstated either. Like a little nudge wanting acknowledgment.”

“And there you have it, moist and acknowledged. Tune in next time when I make one of my favorite dishes, Spaghetti aglio e olio. It’s simple to prepare and like everything else I make, slays. This has been Faffaffaffa-Food with Killer.”

End Livestream.

Killer lifted his baker’s hat, helmet and took his hairnet off, pulling his hair from the tight wound rubber elastic he’d put it in.

“One of these days you’re going to get me banned, dickwad. Think about that the next time you want to fuck around. All those comments of praise and validation gone just like that,” he snapped his fingers, “Because you can’t stop being a dumb whore for 5 minutes.”

“I’m a whore?! Oh stuff a brownie in yer mouth and calm down. You’re not you when you’re hangry,” Kid snickered, ducking out of the kitchen to avoid the stainless-steel bowls flung at him.

Bonus: The comment section

ICantEven101: Killer-san, why won’t my sauce stick to my noodles? KillerCook: You may be using too much oil or butter. A good trick is to add in pasta water to thicken the sauce. Corn starch is a good binder as well.

VanillyExtract: PunkNeverDied69 can I take you on a date? 🥺 PunkNeverDied69: You can’t afford my tastes.

GimmeDa’Za: Day 15 of asking for a Heat cameo and dutch oven pizzas. FlamingHot420: Why are you people obsessed with me? I walked into the kitchen ONE TIME.

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yosajaeofficial · 5 months

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APRIL UPDATE

WE’RE BACK! Hi ya’ll and welcome back to my monthly updates on “The Jayce Myles Comics”! This month’s update is pretty interesting, so it’ll be swag to read this time:

The meh news I will say is that the progress has been slow due to art block and side projects, but the good news is that the plot is starting to finally come together. I’ve been sitting down to write out the plot for upcoming chapters, inserting symbolism, creating concept art and dialogue for the future! So that’s to say that the story’s plot is officially progressing quite well and I’m very happy with it (that’s what’s keeping me sane while the art is hella tedious cuz I’m a one man team with the art.

I’m thinking about doing character turn arounds, references, and expression sheets in order for me to keep track of my character as well; as a comic artist, I wanna be able to keep my quality great when I post these comics and also be sure to draw everything accurately yk? So that’s gonna be a work in progress soon, only reference sheets will be public and nothing else—I might do something in the future where I can set up a Patreon so you can help fund for the project and also get bonus content like the expression sheets and turn arounds, but that’s future Jae’s problem lmao.

And lastly, the biggest news. Drum roll please~ 🥁🥁🥁

SURPRISE! A short comic is coming out this May! Mark your calendars, because on May 23rd, I will be releasing a short Lavelatte comic for my birthday (on the same day)! I’m super excited because it’s officially finished and it’s just ready to be posted, I’m also just hella proud of myself for getting it done but also having fun with it, I hope you all will tune in and give it a read once it posts. It’s my gift to you guys for being super patient with this project and also to feed my delusions as a Donnie simp.

That’s all for this month, I hope you enjoyed this update and wish you all a comfy day/night. See ya soon 💜

#jae update #jae is making progress!#jmc update #rottmnt #rottmnt oc #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #oc x canon #tmnt oc #comic update #i actually am making progress!#progress check

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thesakuragarnet · 9 months

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PHOENIX AU: Fun Facts

hey y’all, sorry for being MIA. I got sick when I went on vacation but I’m home now! No idea how frequently I will be posting but I will be spending the next several months forcing myself to write so yeehaw. Anyway here’s some PHOENIX fun facts about some characters from my fanfiction lifeblood (PHOENIX: A Pro Hero Toya Todoroki AU) that I posted on my Instagram @the_sakura_garnet a while back

(includes some references to BNHA OC's that I have that are in PHOENIX and it's prequel)

MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY

PHOENIX AU Toya Todoroki Fun Facts

Miyuki Sero made a bet with him during their second year involving Everclear, and it's the closest Toya's ever come to getting alcohol poisoning. Miss Kaminari forced him to clean the common room for two months as punishment

He can do the entire Ludacris rap in "Baby" by Justin Bieber

Has only cried a handful of times because of movies. Most of those times have been movies he's watched with his sister. But he'll never admit it

He and Natsuo crashed a sled into their father's car one winter, and proceeded to blame five year old Shoto for it...who was inside...with Enji...the entire time.

He has keyed the cars of all his sister's exes

PHOENIX AU Keigo Takami Fun Facts

Has sponsors from literally every place that sells chicken, but KFC is his place of choice

For one of their first dates, Keigo forced Toya to come along on a search for the "perfect chicken tender" where they ordered from every place and they ranked all of them. Led to a lot of arguments that left both of them crying from laughing so hard about how passionate the other was about their opinion

He owns several matching/complementing outfits with Rumi from their shopping spree days at the academy, and some of them are dresses

If he has the AUX there will be Broadway tunes, Harry Styles, Taylor Swift, or classic rock ONLY. With minimal exceptions

He's always playing "I Wanna Party" from Rio unironically when he's getting ready in the morning and has developed a whole song and dance routine to it. occasionally, Toya will do the second verse if he's awake and Rue will do the female vocals. There have been several early dance parties at the PHOENIX Agency, and it's a pain for collaborating heroes when they have to travel team-up for missions

PHOENIX AU Rumi Usagiyama Fun Facts

She's a black belt in taekwondo, judo, Krav Maga, and generally kicking ass (BONUS: She has a trophy that says "best at kicking ass" that Toya had made for her as a birthday gift)

She feels guilty for being cold and mean to Toya for so long before they became friends, but she doesn't know how to approach him about it (even though he's left that all behind and doesn't hold it against her)

Her favorite workout playlist artists are Nicki Minaj, Doja Cat, and Megan Thee Stallion

Midnight helped her come to terms with her sexuality with her confidence and unapologetic expression

She's double-jointed, has never taken a steroid (contrary to popular belief in the tabloids), and prides herself on being healthy

PHOENIX AU Ryuko Tatsuma Fun Facts

Her mother used to make her do beauty pageants/contests, and she would win flawlessly every time

She was born into a very wealthy family, but ironically didn't let her riches go to her head until reaching fame

During school, she occasionally ate edibles to calm her nerves as she would obsess over her grades, which is why her parties always had them

She constantly showers Rumi with extravagant gifts, but Rumi considers Ryuko the greatest gift of all

(Not so fun fact and SPOILER) she left Rumi for Uwabami when she dumped her in Chapter 40

PHOENIX AU Shinji Nishiya Fun facts

During their entire first year, Shinji was absolutely terrified of Toya because of their Quirk incompatibility (fire and wood don't mix)

He secretly had a slight crush on Rumi for a couple years, which is another reason why Yu never liked Rumi

He and Amari used to make conspiracy boards in the common room whenever they got high

He has acted as a getaway driver for a number of Toya's antics (he's the only person that doesn't make Toya carsick when he drives)

He scored the highest in Hero/Civilian/Villain Psychology during their Second and Third Years

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azumasoroshi · 1 year

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minidura chapter 11 react

ok i found chapter 11 translated by amnemonie on tumblr (thank you thank you thank you and if you want me to take this down i will!!) but there's no guarantee ill be able to find the rest lmAOo we'll see

HOT MAN!!! HOT MAN

i mean what no pathetic sopping wet man

cat face izaya i thought id never see you again

man after realizing there's a minidura tag i saw a post that was like "i wish minidura got animated like bsd wan" and like. YEAH. PLEASE

it would be the perfect revival of the durarara fandom pleaseeeeeee do it for meeeeeeee we could revive durarara like we revived trigun

and i need shizuo izaya and shinra cooking together being animated. please

anyway izaya looks like he really doesnt wanna be here in that last panel and i mildly spoiled myself on the comments/reblogs saying this one is really mean to izaya which you know i live for. [cracks knuckles] i hope he gets hit by a truck but like an emotional one because that's the only one he'd really react to

oh god he's more pathetic than i thought he'd be

they're really looking at him like "damn bitch you good" which is fair

bro summoned up all his courage to ask 😭rip bozo

??????????? THEY TOLD YOU HE'D BE WITH THEM

izaya simultaneously has the best social skills known to man and the WORST social skills known to man

ill never stop bringing this up but. now presenting orihara "i love humans because they're so unpredictable" izaya getting fucked by humans' predictability everybody

and here we see izaya walking awkwardly in his natural habitat, trying to eat cake with high schoolers /j

kadota casually calling out izaya on his bullshit bkgjdSGKHDSHds

he just wants to eat cakeeeee someone go with him

not me though i wouldnt be caught dead with that man

i swear walker's face gets longer every time i see him and it tickles me so much

aaaand cue shizuo on stage right

god bless erika for suggesting that he invite shizuo cuz id have done it myself

also "just today". are you implying that you want to see shizuo every other day. izaya.

WAIT

WAIT IS TODAY IZAYA'S BIRTHDAY

oh my god thats actually sad okay

id say to ask namie but namie probably rejected him already without even letting him finish the question bkfdgjhgf

shinra keeping up the stupid anniversaries trend from that other chapter we love a consistent malewife

man shiki he wasnt even here for work 😭 at least he got some food although karasumi does not look that good if im being honest

at least compared to cake

shinraaaa you FORGOTTTT

may 4th is the date of my statistics exam but i swear ill celebrate it for you izaya. ill even mark it down on my calendar

oh 💀 namie is as delusional as i am. love that for her

he's even singing to himself ohhhhh poor baby...(i say this as if i'm not grinning wildly to myself in my room rn)

i swear i feel bad for him but he's so fun to bully

man i remember those fics where shizuo was the only one to remember izaya's birthday bgkjhfdgfd i guess those were founded from somewhere (even if his gifts were things like 'not chasing him today' or sending him black roses)

oh my god 😭 he's so desperate at this point i didnt think he'd actually be happy to see shizu-chan

even grabbing him by the arms bkgdssdkahdskjhgsdsd

this is gonna end badly though if the comments/reblogs i read have anything to say about it

😭yep the izaya bullying is real

SHIZUO NOOOOOOOOOOOO THATS BASICALLY THE WHOLE CAKE

izaya's conscious too 💀 MAN

part of me feels like this is narita's personal revenge against the shizaya fans in his fanbase askdbgskjhsdhgsd shizuo needs to be extra cruel to prove he's not gay

he's so happy to just get birthday textssssss this is so sad

#shizaya #izaya orihara #shizuo heiwajima #shinra kishitani #celty sturulson #oh wait i just remembered that tagging all these names clogs up the tags. FUCK #i should. stop doing that bskdgjgshjgsdhg #have to learn my lesson from doing the incorrect lov account #durarara

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cosmic-hoboandthehighlander · 4 months

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A little bit of a weekly “catch up” for my followers and mutuals:

Unfortunately for my Bob’s Burgers people, I have some bad(-ish) news reguarding my tedmort honeymoon au Can’t Have One Without The Other. Don’t worry, I’m not abandoning my WIP, but there will be no new chapter update this week.

It’s been a long week, I’m about to leave for day 7 of 7 of work** and while it’s not a particularly hard job and my hours were actually pretty decent, it took a lot out of me. I also have been pretty down mental health wise this week and needed a bit of a break. I’ve watched nearly two seasons of Grey’s Anatomy over the past seven days and the Third Doctor’s serial The Daemons at least four times; it’s become a personal favorite of mine.

Honestly I haven’t been feeling like working on any of my priority WIPs at the moment but as a writer, I’ve still wanted to write but something lower effort rather than something that requires continuity and planning (like multichapter fics). I instead opted for writing little Two/Jamie and Third Doctor oneshots/drabbles in my gdocs to pass the time.

One of which I do intend to post on Wednesday, however, this one is more of a 30th birthday gift to myself (and has actually been quite nice to focus on without pressure over the past few days) rather than something I wrote because I felt like I had to.

This is not to say I haven’t enjoyed writing Can’t Have One Without The Other, but I was starting to feel the pressure to get it done and the more I sat here thinking about how I was supposed to be writing it, the less I wanted to write it.**

I appreciate all of you for even reading this post — I know I don’t owe any of you an explanation and logically not a single one of you would have flamed me for no update, but I still wanted to update you all because oversharing is what I do! Anyway, I might be back next week or I might focus on oneshots for a little while, either way thank you for the support.

— Caboose

**I should mention that working 7 days in a row is not normal for my position and my supervisor did ask me if I would be okay doing this when I requested my days off to be Monday/Tuesday this week because my birthday is Wednesday. I fully consented (even asked to) work 7 days. I regret my decision and she knows this.

**This is 100% true but also probably about 35% of that is caboose didn’t wanna write the smut, ngl. I will get to it when I get to it because it is something I do ultimately want to include but I just wasn’t feeling it this week.

#caboose life #personal stuff

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demonslayelover · 6 months

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THE BOYS TABLE: CHAPTER 3

This is chapter 3 of The Boys Table!

The Heartsteel one shot is coming soon! I just thought I’d post this since I uploaded a new chapter to this book on Wattpad. It’s under the same name and my name is Partygirls45. I lose inspiration a lot so I don’t really update. Also I’ve been working on an actual story inspired by Jeff the Killer.

Hope you enjoyyy!!!

My eyes widen as I start pacing back and forth.

'How the hell did Michael know where I lived?'

'I never told him so how would he know?'

'Wait maybe Tyrone told him." I tell myself.

I quickly run to the house phone and call Tyrone's number.

"Hello?" He answers the phone.

"Did you, by any chance, perhaps, tell Michael where I live?" I ask hopefully.

"Ummm... no." Tyrone says.

"Really? Like it never slipped out during a conversation or anything?" I ask.

"No." Tyrone says.

"Is everything all right?" He asks clearly worried for me.

"Yeah. Yeah. Everything's fine I just need a minute." I say hanging the phone up.

"How the hell did he know where I lived?"

'I need answers but their is only one way I can think to get them.'

"Oh sweetie it's so nice that you wanted to come here to celebrate your sisters birthday!" My mom cheers as we pull into the parking lot of a Freddy Fazbear's place.

"Yeah super nice." I groan hopping out of the car.

'Find Michael, ask him how he knew where I lived and get the fuck out of here.' I tell myself repeatedly.

Once inside a rush of memories fill my head.

"I'm gonna go find us a table and some food you go have fun and play all those arcade games." My mom tells me kissing my cheek.

I nod my head and walk off to find Michael.

"I guess it's someone's birthday today."

I walked for a while until a little boy in a striped shirt runs up to me.

"Hello are you here for my party?" He asks me.

"What's your name?" I ask.

"Evan Afton." He says smiling.

"Yes I am here for your birthday." I says smiling.

He nods his head and leads me to a table full of gifts.

"Mikey! Mikey! Look another kid came for my party!!" Evan cries running towards Michael.

He turns around and locks eyes with me.

I smirk and wave at him.

"Whatever runt. Why don't you go play some more games while me and him 'talk'." Michael says.

'I did not like the way he said talk.'

Evan nods and runs off.

Michael frowns at me and drags me into a bathroom stall.

"Why are you here?" He asks pinning me to the wall of the stall.

"My mom wanted to celebrate my sisters birthday here. Just a coincidence it's on the same day as your brothers." I say.

He lets out a loud sigh and leans in to my face.

"What do you want from me?" He asks.

"For you to answer some questions." I say.

He nods his head as if telling me to continue.

"How did you know where I lived?" I ask.

His face goes blank for a few minutes before he looks at me dumbfounded.

My dad keeps a list of all the people who come here to eat so I just checked his list." He says.

"Oh. Was it really that simple?" I ask.

He nods his head.

"Damn really had me thinking you were some sort of yandere." I chuckled under my breath.

We just kinda stood there for minute contemplating who should make the first move.

He slightly leans in and my eyes close.

He was about to get closer but then....

"MICHAEL!!!!!! OWENNNNN!!!!!" Two voices interrupted our moment kicking down the bathroom door.

Me and Michael start panicking knowing that if they caught us we would be in so much trouble.

Somehow in the midst of our panic the door unlocked and Michael leaned on it pulling me down with him.

So there we were, two male teenagers, panting, I was straddling Michael's lap, hair disheveled, and clothes ruffled up.

"I KNEW IT!!!! You didn't wanna come here for your sister you just wanted to be here so you could sneak off and be with this Michael boy!!!!!!!" My mom shouts while grabbing me by my ear.

"And you I thought I told you no shenanigans on your brothers birthday!!" Mr. Afton yells at Michael.

"It's your sons birthday?" My mom asks.

"Yeah." Mr. Afton says.

"Todays my daughters birthday as well." My mom says.

"I guess we can stay for the birthday party but then we'll never be back here again." My mom says directing the last bit at me.

"Thanks mom." I say snatching my ear from out of her demon time grip.

The two adults then walk out leaving me and Michael in the bathroom.

"So, me and my friends are gonna play a prank on my brother wanna join?" Michael asks.

"No thanks though I will help myself to some of that pizza." I chuckle helping him up off the floor.

He then drags me out the bathroom and takes me to a table full of pizza.

"Eat up." He tells me before walking off to probably find his brother and friends.

A few moments later...

I had eaten a shit ton of pizza and was staring to get really bored so I set off to find my mom.

I walked around for some minutes when I walked passed a stage where everyone was.

I spotted my mom standing directly in front of the stage.

I walked over to her and was about to put my hand on her shoulder when I heard Michael's voice.

"You wanna give Freddy a big kiss don't you?" He asks as he and his friends pick his brother up.

"Mike put me down!!!" Evan cries.

"Not until you give Freddy a kiss." Michael laughs.

He then puts Evan in Freddy's mouth.

I then realize that this prank was going to far so I decided to step in.

I hop onto the stage and grab Evan by shoulders.

"Alright guys that was a real funny prank now let's get him out of there." I chuckle while pulling on Evan's shoulders.

I almost had his head out when...

Freddy's jaw clamped down on my arms and Evan's head.

#fnaf michael afton #michael afton #michael afton x reader #michael x reader #fnaf afton #fnaf fanfic

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sword-and-stars · 1 year

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Did I get it right, you just woke up one day with the need of reading some Pianko in a Specific Setting™ and started to write it after some fruitless searching? Anyway, you're doing god's work there and I love you. Also, you tagged it as a birthday gift to yourself, so happy birthday!

Well at the time that I started writing this fic, there were three fics posted with that pairing and two of them were written by friends of mine. There are now five fics tagged pianko so it’s truly a case of having to cook for yourself if you wanna eat. 🫡 writing zukoda first, as an objectively more ✨problematic✨pairing, definitely helped break off the age gap training wheels. 😂

(tumblr likes to eat asks if I l eave the app mid post so I can’t check but I wanna say chapter 1 went up the day before my birthday so it was indeed a birthday gift to myself. And indirectly to everybody else!)

Depiction of myself inflicting this fic upon my unsuspecting ao3 subscribers:

#shove it up my ask

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asummersday · 1 year

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9. What’s your favorite line(s) or scene(s) that you have written? and 13. Have you ever received hate on a fic? (give me their names and addresses)

9. what’s your favorite line(s) or scene(s) that you have written?

one of my favorite scene in ataimw is the breakfast scene in chapter 1 because i really enjoy exploring Leo and Mikey's dynamic (i didnt do it very in depth in that chapter, but theres gonna be a little more of that in chapter 6) AND because i really LOVE throwing in little details that dont matter to the plot. just little things meant to flesh out more the characters and the setting (in this case: the new lair and how the sudden move affected them all)

here's the scene in question:

It’s very easy to figure out their family’s priorities based on what’s been organized and put away in the cupboards they have and what’s sitting on the counter or crowding the kitchen table. Plates and cups take up one corner of their kitchen counter. One flower vase has been temporarily requisitioned to hold all of their flatware because they still have no drawers. Their baking supplies are sitting in a plastic storage box on the extra chair at the kitchen table. The coffee and tea blends, the mugs, and all of Mikey’s spices— both ones that survived the destruction and brand new ones he went to buy with Raph— are all comfortably residing in their respective cupboards. Out of their newly christened ‘coffee cupboard’, Leo pulls out the first blend he finds, barely glancing at the label before looking for his mug. All of their old mugs were destroyed, so this cupboard is nowhere near as full as their old one was, filled with dozens of mugs gifted on birthdays and holidays either as genuine gifts or gag ones, most of them stained and chipped from years of use.

That one hit particularly hard, the realization that most gifts, cherished or forgotten, were laying shattered under piles of broken concrete. The coffee machine comes to life and fills the sleepy silence with the familiar sound of coffee brewing. It’s soon followed by the strong aroma of fresh coffee and serves to wake Leo a bit more.

sometimes i add a little too much, so most of the deleted scenes for this fic are little tidbits of useless (to the plot) information like that lol

13. have you ever received hate on a fic?

i really have to count myself lucky, because for all the fics ive posted on ao3, i haven't actually gotten any actual hate?? ive gotten some weird comments, but never anything beyond that.

the worst comment i ever got was someone going: "i usually hate [blorbo] fics, but yours is the only one ive not only tolerated, but enjoyed." like??? buddy???? my guy?????? dont go in the blorbo tag if you dont wanna see blorbo fics???? 😭 I deleted the comment but it was so condescending lmao. dude. be for real :/

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danpuff-ao3 · 2 years

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2022 AO3 Wrapped

Saw @givereadersahug do this and I wanna play, too!

Since there's talk of stats and I know that can be a sensitive topic for some, I'm putting everything below the cut, for easy avoidance!

Works Published: 19! Which is lower than previous years but I'm not gonna think about that, I'm NOT.

Word Count: 77,545

Bookmarks: 1,153

Most Popular by Kudos: Obscene...the people do like their filth.

Most Hits: Also Obscene.

Longest: Contempt

Shortest: I managed a few "perfect" drabbles this year! So: Partygoers, Caged, Fool, and Yes all tie for this one!

Most Comments: Contempt, and I'm OVERJOYED. My beloved precious shard of my soul. 🥹 Every (nice) comment it gets is literally the best gift ever. I'm still stupidly emotional about this fic oh god. I'm gonna sob about and chat about this fic forever, sorry 'bout it.

Fic that made me cry: Oh lordy. I'm a big ole crier. The ones I remember distinctly would be A Matter of Time for the gorgeous tragedy, and In My Veins (In My Blood) for the...y'know...big dark whumping and dead dove-ness.

Fic that made me smile: Definitely Welcome to the Family for the silliness and humor, and Orange Blossoms for the L O V E.

Gifts: 9 January 2022 for my friend Shera; The Alchymist II for my beloved Nina (@vulnerasanenturmyprince); Obscene for Lila my love (@liladiurne); Fool, a Tumblr drabble prompt for dear Pahn (@bluesundaycake); In My Veins (In My Blood) for Lila and Viran (@mrviran), my fabulous filth friends; and A Chain Reaction of Countermoves for the ever-amazing Ephie (@fleetingdesires-ao3), who gave me all the encouragement I needed (and more!) to finish! Also this probably doesn't count but I wrote Orange Blossoms as a gift for MYSELF for my birthday. Because I deserve nice things, too, dang it!!!!

Events: Omgg let's see. Events that were posted this year were: Rare Pair Fest (2021/2022), Snarry Adopt a Prompt, Kinkuary, Blackcest Fest, HP Flowers - Spring Round, Snarry-a-Thon, Kinktober...is that it? I think that's it. And I wrote for Hoggywartyxmas but it's not going on AO3 until 2023!

Collaborations: None! But maybe next year 😉

Coming in 2023: I make no promises 🙈 Actually WAIT. My Hoggywartyxmas fic is definitely going up in January! (Reveals go up January 9th so...definitely then!) I hope to get a third chapter of smile with sweet surprise out. A fic for Snarry Bang hopefully. A sequel to Obscene (tentatively titled Beatific) is a plan. Finishing and posting Devotion would be nice. But I'm aiming for 2023 to be as low stress as humanly possible. Oh! But also! I'll be archiving some of my meta works on AO3 next year under my danniperson pseud. 🙌

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serendipityjxmn · 3 years

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Chapter 13

TW: None

Words Count: 1.7k

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“Jimin?” You softly call. He looks up from his toast in front of him. “Um.. I saw someone unfamiliar with your security.. apart from Jinhyeok and Daniel.. is he new?”

“Ah. I forgot to tell you. His name is Taeseok. He’ll be your bodyguard from now on.” He casually says and went back to eating his toast.

“What?” You say a tad too loudly, startling him. “Why?”

He looks at you again. “What do you mean why- to protect you of course, you idiot.”

He calls you an idiot. Yet you have no idea why your heart flutters at that. Maybe you really are an idiot.

“I can’t be around you all the time and now that the public knows you, you’d need security.”

You swallow. It’s the cons of being a public figure, you guess. Or being married to one.

It’s a busy day at the office that day. You don’t see Jimin a lot. He even tells you to go home first since he had few things to be done. You figured to wait for him but then decided against it since you have something else to do.

Back at home, you’ve been rummaging and scrounging through the kitchen just so you can do what you can with the plan in your mind ever since you find out about Jimin’s birthday. It’s basically still two weeks away but early planning never hurts, you guess.

And that’s how you find yourself teteering dangerously on the edge of a stool because god forbids that the cabinets in the house is freaking high for you. And you curse whoever stacks the antique porcelain cup set so high but thinking it might be Mrs. Lee, you grit your teeth trying to reach it.

“Goddamn it, I just can’t reach it-“ you grumble.

As if on cue, Jimin’s voice broke through the kitchen, startling you and making your hand hit cabinet door before you feet starts to lose balance.

“Fuck Y/N-“ is the last thing you hear before you find yourself succumbing to the gravity and falling in less than elegant way to the ground.

Except the ground doesn’t feel so rough.

A grunt from beneath you makes your eyes shoot open and you’re met with the sight of your husband, his face merely inches from you. His brows creased and his expression pained. It takes you a few moments to realize you fell on top of him.

“Oh my god- are you okay?” You move your body but Jimin ends up grunting again and you panic even more.

“Y/N,” he calls you. You freeze but continue to stare at him in alarm. That’s when you realize that your hips literally met against him, making your private area right against his crotch. You gasp and wastes no time getting up, muttering tonnes of apologies at once.

He gets up as well. “I.. didn’t mean to startle you.”

You shake your head. “No.. I’m- I’m sorry I didn’t hear you come. Do you need anything?”

You look up and sees Jimin has his right hand on the back of his head, like he’s shy. He clears his throat.

“I.. got something for you.” As soon as the words come out of his mouth, you could’ve sworn his cheeks are flushing.

You look down at the gift perfectly wrapped in front of you. Slowly, like in a trance you take it from him.

“It’s uh.. I got it from a friend. Long time ago. And I don’t use it.. so.. if you wanna use it.. if you don’t it’s fine-“ Jimin is rambling at this point while you unwrap the gift.

It’s an art set. A freaking expensive one at that. Complete with the canvas, brushes and all kinds of coloring.

You look up and realize Jimin has left you so you start towards him, half running until you see his familiar back in the hallway.

“Jimin-“ you call him and he turns. Not thinking for a second, you hug him tightly. “Thank you.” You say as soon as you let go of him, holding his hand tight. “I love it.” You say in all honesty because you really do mean it.

You wish you could treasure your husband’s look of surprise mixed with some embarassment forever. He looks too adorable for your heart.

“Yeah, um-“ is all he says before he turns his back again and walks away.

You feel your heart pounds so fast as you watch his retreating figure.

No, don’t fall for him. He’s dangerous.

You hug the gift set tight on your chest.

But who are you kidding.

You. Like. Him.

Fuck.

And that’s the main reason that you wake the next morning feeling different. You’ve woken up beside a sleeping Jimin, your own freaking husband for weeks now and yet there he is, still sleeping soundly but your heart is behaving erratically.

Even when you’re having breakfast with him, you feel nervous that you can’t quite look at him in the eye. Like you’re staring at your crush. God, damn it you feel like a highschooler again. A hormonal highschooler.

You’re not yourself at work either. You know your husband has always been good looking but he looks extra handsome today, you think. Or is it just your biased mind talking?

If good looks are illegal, you’d probably be the first to sue him.

“Y/N?” Jimin calls you, pulling you out from your trance of thoughts. Your cheeks flush, feels like you’ve been caught in your embarassing thoughts.

“Y-yes?” You ask as you stand beside his desk in his office.

“You’re so out of it today. What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing.” You quickly say and excuse yourself before you can further embarass yourself.

At home that night, taking a huge deep breath and trying hard to calm your trembling hands holding a a cup of coffee and a package, you knock on Jimin’s study room door. You enter after his answer.

He seems busy on his computer, barely looking up to register who’s coming in. You approach silently, almost tiptoeing though you have no idea why.

You put the cup of coffee on the edge of his table together with a wrapped package beside it.

“Jimin..” you call him cautiously. When he doesn’t look up, you continue. “I.. have something for you.”

That seems to pique his interest as he looks up from his work. He looks at you then at the gift you place on his desk.

“I.. made it myself but- um I don’t know if you’ll like it..”

He reaches the package and his fingers move to unwrap it so you quickly turn on your heels, exiting the study room with a pounding heart. His reaction to opening your gift isn’t something that you think your heart can handle.

You had made him a custom name plaque for him to put it in his office. If he ever finds it to his liking. Which you secretly hope he does. You’d made it before with little source you have but you’ve been contemplating too much whether to give it to him because things hadn’t been smooth with him all the time.

But recently you feel like you’ve gotten much progress in your relationship with your husband. So you figured you would just man up and give it to him. Though you promise yourself to make something else for him using the art set he gave you.

“Y/N!” You hear it before you turn to see Mina running breathlessly towards you.

“Mina what’s wrong-“

“This- take this-“ she says still out of breath. “For meeting with the Japanese after this, you’re sitting in the meeting right?”

“No I’m not-“ you begin but gets cut off instantly.

“What? Really? Oh God- please if you don’t know what the meeting’s about Mr. Park wouldn’t allow you in though. Y/N please can you help me out this once? My stomach is really really killing me now.” She continues to beg, clutching her stomach harshly.

You just couldn’t say no.

Even though you know you know how your husband could be in the meeting room. Especially when someone doesn’t know what they’re doing.

And that’s exactly what you’re doing right now.

And it doesn’t take long for Jimin to excuse you and himself outside the conference room and you know you’re absolutely doomed.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” He hisses outside the door, where everyone in the office could hear him shouting at you, his wife and you flinch. “The Japanese are waiting in the fucking conference room!” He barks.

You don’t know how to answer him. Do you tell him that Mina’s supposed to be sitting in? But that would put her on the spot so you decided to shut your mouth. Though you wish he would tell you off somewhere private instead.

“I didn’t pay your salary for you to fuck around-“ he snarls and the atmosphere gets even more tense.

It isn’t your fault.. You’re not the one who does it, not even the one’s supposed to sit in the meeting..

Feeling thoroughly unfairly accused, you feel your eyes start to water.

Your husband, ever the cold person doesn’t seem to take pity with your cry.

“If this is what you wanna do here, then you should’ve just sit the fuck home.” He hisses and you’ve never feel so hurt by his words. He just made this a whole lot personal by mentioning home. Jimin doesn’t waste another second and immediately turns on his heel.

Turn around and say you’re sorry.

But of course, Jimin doesn’t do that.

Someone approaches you as soon as Jimin’s gone, you’re not sure who with your unclear vision to ask if you’re okay. You hastily nod then gives a small smile before retreating to your desk.

This is a very cowardly act, you think.

But you just can’t hold it in anymore. Perhaps you’re better off not knowing what your husband does at work. Clara Kim, his cold attitude towards you.. it’s too much..

With a heavy sigh, you pull out a drawer on your right. Your hand reach for the letter you wrote few nights ago.

You resigned as your husband’s secretary.

A/N: surprise chapter drop! Hehe. I hope you guys are ready, the rollercoaster ride of emotions is just about to start 😎 brace yourself!

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mrsseverussnape · 3 years

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Love Is You - chapter 1

a/n: Hey guys, like i said in my info post i am reposting my OC fics again. I am gonna start with Love Is You, might post couple chapters in a day. Even if you don’t like oc fics, i think you won’t regret it since it is full of drama😏 I’d like to hear your thoughts!

Trigger warning: cheating

Scarlett woke up to a rainy Paris morning. She usually liked rainy weathers, but today it just made her uncomfortable in a weird way that she couldn’t put a finger on. But she brushed it off her mind and went to the bathroom to take a relaxing shower before heading to Minist��re des Affaires Magiques de la France. Scarlett was supposed to stay in Paris 1 more day too but the Ministry has rescheduled the meetings for today. She was very happy about it because now she could be with her husband, Sirius, on his birthday. This will be a great surprise for Sirius, she thought.

After the meetings she went shopping, some French cheese and wine would be good for the birthday celebration. She has already gotten his gift, just needed a birthday cake to complete her surprise. Scarlett went back to the hotel to pack her stuff and apparated to London. Before heading home, she stopped by Sirius's favourite pastry shop and picked a birthday cake for him. Now she was all set and walked home excitedly. When Scarlett arrived at their door, she had that weird feeling again. She shook her head and opened the door then walked in quietly, she didn’t want to mess the surprise up right now. Scarlett left her luggage in the doorway then took the cake out of its box and started to look for Sirius. He wasn't in the living room, so she went upstairs. She saw their bedroom door ajar "I found you!" Scarlett mumbled to herself grinning and walked up to the room. When she got closer to the room, she started to hear voices. Scarlett pushed the door open slowly and immediately wished she hadn't done that. Her husband of 26 years was on top of a woman, moaning with lust. Scarlett felt a sudden pain in her heart like somebody stabbed her. The pair didn't even notice her while she was shattering into pieces there. The tears were running down on her cheeks uncontrollably. Scarlett put the cake on the nearby dresser and run downstairs then to outside. This was the moment when Sirius heard the sounds of her heels made and then noticed the cake on the dresser by the bedroom’s door. He cursed and moved away from the young woman underneath him. Sirius felt like he has woken up from hallucination with the sound of Scarlett’s heels, he had no recollection of how things came to this point but he was aware that he was in a big trouble.

"What's happening? I am not done yet!" The woman pouted and tried to pull him back to her.

"Leave!" he said while putting on his clothes. "Just leave! I fucked up everything!"

He run out of the room while she was cursing behind him.

Sirius was outside but Scarlett was nowhere to be seen. He needed to find her before it was too late but deep inside, he knew Scarlett was done with him. This thought made his heart wrench. He took a deep breath and apparated to the place where he was hoping to find her. Scarlett has apparated to her favourite hill in London. Watching London up from here has always made her happy and relaxed but tonight she was sitting there like a mess. When she thought about the scene that she just saw in their bedroom, a knife was stabbing her heart over and over again. She didn't know what to do but cry. When she was sad, she always went to Sirius because he always had something to make her happy but tonight, he was the reason that she was sad. Even sad wasn't enough to describe what she felt right now. Scarlett heard footsteps approaching to her then his voice, of course he knew she would be here.

"Scarlett...?" Sirius sat next to her. "Scarlett, love i am so sorry. I am so sorry." he couldn't help his own tears running down on his cheeks. He tried to hold her hand but she was quick to pull it away from him. "

“Don't touch me after you touched her!"

"Scar look at me please, i beg you!"

She looked into his moon like eyes. Sirius stared back at her dark green ones, the ones used to look at him with love and happiness.

"How many times you cheated on me when i was away...?" She whispered, scared of the answer.

"Never! I never cheated on you!"

"Until today... What changed? What did i do wrong...?"

His heart ached with her words; she was blaming herself for his own stupid act.

"You did nothing wrong Scarlett. I... i don't even know why i did that..." He cried. "Please forgive me... i will never do that again, i promise!"

She shook her head "You gave me a promise years ago. And you knew cheating is my biggest fear in a relationship... I have trusted you Sirius..." Then she added "Who, who is she?"

Sirius was crying and not answering the question.

"Tell me who is she!?"

"Arabelle Fullalove..."

"Your co-worker, right?" She laughed angrily. "I have warned you about her, remember? I knew she had her eyes on you!" She stood up and walked away from him.

"Scar don't go, i can fix it please!" He ran after her and caught her by the arm.

Scarlett turned to look at him one last time.

"I want a divorce." She said it so silently, but the words hit him like bullets.

"No no no Scarlett don't leave me! I will do anything! I love you. I can't live without you!" Sirius was trying to hold her.

Her heart ached with pain, she felt like she is dying inside. She loved him so much, but she couldn't accept what he has done tonight.

"I said what i said." Then she took of her wedding ring and handed it to him with her shaky hand.

"No no no! Don't do that Scar, i am begging you! You can't just forget all these years!"

"Do you think i want that, huh!? All i wanted to do was celebrate your birthday tonight but i found myself in this fuckery!" She lost her temper at this point. "Why!? Why did you do this to me!? To us!?" She was punching his chest while crying. "Tell me!"

"I don't know Scar, i swear i don't know! It… It just happened..."

Scarlett looked at him with disappointment and shook her head in disbelief. Then apparated, leaving him there all alone. Sirius fell on his knees crying, he has lost his everything.

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A Family of Draculas

Chapter Two: Corpse Cradle

Note: This is a sequel to my post Babes in the Woods.

It all began on a strange Autumn day, confined to the mist and the thistles that conceal the woods in their thick fog, their addicting scent. In some ways, these events never ended. The woods remain the same. The sky continues to fill its space with monsters. And of course, the Corpse Cradle stands, as it has always stood, in the gingerbread house, hidden away from prying eyes, cloaked in ripped limbs, pulled intestines and dry blood.

The Corpse Cradle. How can I tell you about the Corpse Cradle? I should tell you about the time I fell in love. That’s a good place to begin.

It all began on my birthday. I had just turned sixteen years old.

On my sixteenth birthday, cracks began to appear in the morning sky. As we placed the candles on my cake, the wolves crept out of their caves to howl. The old, old air threw their shrieks into the wind like a strange radio signal. The Darling woman, her skin just scars and pores, sat by the stove as all this went on, warming her claws on the coals. I sat on my knees beside her, watching the sky from the kitchen window. The whistling, the whispers; they caressed my face with spidery palms.

The Darling women watched me as I succumbed to the winds. Her eyes were yellow and greedy.

“Do you know what this is, sourdough?” She asked, tossing a coal around in her talons. Her skin never burned. It didn’t matter how much she strained it, her skin never burned.

I rolled my eyes and twirled the morning breeze around my neck, enchanting it like a snake. The witch let go of the coal lump and it hit the kitchen rug beneath her with a thump.

“I just asked you something Dorothy-Mae. Would you care to repeat it for me?”

“You asked me if I know what this is,”

“Very good. Do you know?”

“I haven’t the faintest idea ma’am.”

“You should know. You of all people should know about this. After all, it’s all happening because of you.”

“Me?” I let the wind escape from my grasp and it loosened, grabbing onto my wrist, “What have I done now?”

“You’ve grown,” The old woman chuckled, “That is your problem. That is your curse to bear. You grow up,” She reached into a pocket and produced a slimy cigar from the shadows. She cackled at my scowling face, “You’re in so much trouble!”

I shot up from the floor and scraped my feet on the boards, “If you’re gonna be like this all day I’d much rather celebrate outside. You’re hopeless when you speak in riddles.”

“I,” The old woman coughed, “Do not speak in riddles. I speak in ominous fortunes.”

“And a fat load of good that’s got us. A run-down cottage and these woods.”

“And the corpse cradle.”

I shivered and pulled my shawl tighter on my shoulders, “Yep. There’s that too.”

“It’s been empty for three weeks Dorothy-Mae. It’s growing lonely. Soon it will be hungry.”

“Maybe that’s not a bad thing.”

“I do hope you’re not shirking your responsibilities, my-little-Dorothy-Mae. After all, I’m old.”

“I hadn’t noticed ma’am.”

“I’m old. I’m old and I’m feeble. Could you imagine the fuss...the strife I would get myself into if I went out on a hunt. A hunt? Me? Never!”

I gulped, “I haven’t been avoiding it. No-one has come through the woods. No men let alone children. And the cradle favours the toddlers.”

“It does indeed,” By now the cigar was spent, yet the old woman continued to puff at nothing but the air, “The skin at its most plump.”

“Do you really wanna send me out on my birthday?”

“I need to send you out there on your birthday. If it isn’t filled soon it’ll try to take you next.”

I scoffed and walked away to grab my coat. The stand winked at me as I pulled at its sharpened tongs.

“Creep,” I growled.

“It knows a pretty girl when it sees one,” The witch grinned. I stuck my tongue out at her and headed to the front door.

“Oh, charming!” She cackled, and she strummed her hands in mid air, playing an imaginary violin.

“I try.”

“Think of this as my birthday gift to you. You never know what you’ll find in those woods, sourdough. The trees like you. You practically have them wrapped around your finger.”

“I’ll be back in a few hours. Don’t eat all of the cake while I’m gone.”

There had been a white balloon tied to the front door and I took it with me as I walked. It was a kindred spirit in a world full of corpse cradles and winking coat stands.

“‘Tis a strange thing,” I said, “To be sixteen.” My balloon bobbed its head in the wind, “Then again, the world is a strange place and I suppose I’m a strange master,” I hesitated, then spoke up again,“You won’t have to put up with me for long. Just a few hours. Then I’ll let you go.”

We wandered through the hazel thicket and crawled across the marsh. The gingerbread house sat behind the fence, watching the shadows and the oaks. The trees stared back, curious.

“Ah well, who knows what we’ll find,”

I pulled myself through the moss and the damp, expecting to find the woods, trapping me within its confines again.

I greeted ash. Ash and bare fields.

“ Happy birthday to me.”

My balloon stopped abruptly, mid wiggle.

“Thanks for my present I guess.” I sighed, to no one in particular, “ I always wanted a garden.”

No-one answered. But someone was there. A body made up of carpet lay on the singed grass, their head curled into their shoulders like a turtle. I could hear their snoring as their breath rose and fell.

Sighing, I tugged on my balloon.

“I’m sorry, but I’m afraid I have to cut this acquaintanceship short. Have wonderful times out there. I’m a better person for having known you.”

With that, the balloon flew into the smoke like a dove.

“There goes my only friend,” I mourned.

My present trembled in the dirt and I began my slow, agonising walk towards them. Reflecting on these moments, years after my walk ended, it all feels like I was paddling through water, through an ocean, towards them. The wind called to me to hesitate and yet I did not. I took fateful step after fateful step, treading cursed ground until I caught sight of their face. It was shrivelled, gazing at me through glazed, grey eyes. They looked stormy and exhausted. Gazing at this creature was like receiving cracked glass. The grey seeked out colour, found a brother in the wizened skies, then returned to earth, settling on me. As they caught the red on my dress they grinned with rotten teeth. I trembled and I swallowed. Crouched before me was the strangest person I’d ever seen.

{A break in the Narrative}

A Portrait of a volatile, violent, confused young man

Or: The Tale of the Man with a broken back

He was a boy forced into the floor; tired, confined to cages and bars. He was born with a crooked, broken back and glassy eyes, the shade of fading autumn grass.

I saw him and I fell in love.

{Exeunt}

For a moment, I didn’t know what to say. I looked at the man before me and pulled my coat tighter around me. He attempted to pry himself from the earth, a grin never leaving his thinned face, his eyes never leaving my own.

“Don’t do that. The threads will just tighten.” I whispered.

The man raised his eyebrows and stilled. I took a step closer.

“Have you come to rescue me?” He asked. He had the voice of a toad, low and croaky. I sighed and dug deep into my pockets. Slowly, I gripped my pliers.

“The earth has its claws deep inside you. I can see that, even from here, your heart has turned to clay.”

“It can do that?” His eyes widened and I hesitated.

“It can with the right persuasion,”

“Huh!” He exclaimed, ``That's the last time I take a walk in the woods!”

“Do you...do you know what lives in these trees?”

“You, I assume. Although after today that will change.”

“Oh, how so?”

“Because I plan on taking you back with me.”

“Oh?” I grinned, pulling his arm out of the earth’s grasp. It howled angrily in my ear, upset at losing its meal.

“You are the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”

My grin widened and I stroked his head. His hair was matted and coarse like moss. His neck tensed and an awful crack soared through the air as he raised his free arm to me.

“How many women have you seen?”

“Many. And many women have seen me.”

“How tragic for them.”

“How tragic for me too. They’ve spoiled me for a lifetime. They could not prepare this carpet caterpillar for your arrival.” The strange man guarded by the ground flapped his patchwork torso around. I rolled my eyes and stretched out his leg, readying it for plucking.

“Eerie things live in these woods. Eerier than me. Creatures that would much rather eat you than bear to look at you. Monsters that could fit you on their fingertips”

“They may desire to do so,” The strange man continued, “But only you will get a chance to.”

“I could never eat a carpet caterpillar.”

“Your carpet caterpillar.” And with that he was free and he curled up in my open lap. It happened quickly, too quickly to properly register. We lay there in the dirt as if sleeping on satin. For a while, in my pickled mind, the skies were made out of stained glass and gilded in rose gold.

“How long have you been stuck here for?” I asked, twisting his hair in my open palms. He growled and shuffled closer. He was still wrapped in the carpet. Couldn’t seem to let it go.

“A long, long, long time,” Is all he said.

“You were not here yesterday when I went on my walk,”

“How unfortunate for me...and for you,”

“That thing smells unholy,” I frowned, pinching my nose. He mumbled something and stroked the confines of his old prison, almost disappointed.

“It was fine before you released me,”

“And now you’re free from the earth. Now you’re as human as the day you were born,”

“Not much then,” He sighed, and my heart caught in my throat.

“What are you made of?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” He grinned, “Carpets! Of all makes and sizes!”

“Of all fleshes, bones and eye sockets?”

“I am the Carpet Caterpillar of the woods!” He shouted at the top of his lungs. To the trees, to the sky, to the wind. It was then that I realised the man I loved was mad.

I pulled him down to eye level and wrapped his arms of cotton and linen around my neck. I got another evil smile in return, crackling like a fire in the fog.

“It’s not safe out here for you. I’m taking you home.”

“Hmm...is there food there?”

“We have cake,” I grinned.

He chuckled, “Aren’t you a treasure!”

And so I took my present to the Corpse Cradle

{A break in the Narrative}

The Corpse Cradle: A surface level study of a forest monster

The corpse cradle is as old as the dust and the ground, a mass of grass and tissue, clinging and feeding off of the dirt. It has eyes, it has lungs, it has teeth...or so I’ve been told. My caretaker found it when she inherited the woods and it has been steadily fed ever since, in order to keep our home. Sometimes it's sated by travellers, by men, by women, by monsters from other planes. But it loves children in particular. It holds onto their hearts in jars. It keeps discarded limbs flailing around its bodice, in order to live up to its name.

{Exeunt}

He stayed there for six months, having his flesh stripped away, his mind flayed by a monster he could not feel. His face went from fogged glass, to a violent pink, to a terrible purple. I sat by him and watched on and off, as his carpets withered away to thin linens. He never cried. He refused.

“It does this to test you, you know,” The Witch told me one day as we scraped flesh into the cooking pot. At first, I had stopped eating what the Cradle decided to share with us but my present had insisted that I take it.

“If I am to die,” He reassured me, “I would rather you eat this. I’d rather you collect me than her.”

I turned to my caretaker, the closest thing I had to a mother. The Corpse Cradle gurgled happily in the corner as it ingested my lover’s guts.

“Maybe it tests me too much,” I replied, trying to keep myself from vomiting.

Mrs Darling chuckled, “I find it funny that, for years now, you’ve eaten whatever the cradle has given us. It protected you, taught you, nurtured you, almost as much as me. You’ve grown up surrounded by dying things. Yet, this young man appears before you and you turn into a ghost, a silhouette of things past.”

“Perhaps it comes with age,” I said, grimly. The Witch’s eyes narrowed.

“Don’t start with that nonsense. I don’t know why you’re so upset sourdough! The trees brought you fresh meat. They practically served him up on a platter…”

“They served him up to me wrapped in carpets. And he continues to wear them like a suit of armour!”

“He loves you.”

“Yes he does, though I have no idea why. We don’t know each other.”

“You don’t?”

“You know we don’t. I met him on my birthday!”

The Witch continued to stir the flesh in her cauldron. I would have pursued the conversation further but the Corpse Cradle decided that it was the appropriate moment to snap its prisoners back.

He had been in the Cradle for four months, the longest a creature had ever stayed, and Mrs Darling had started to think the woods had delivered an immortal to our doorstep. His rough skin was all gone now and he was just a mass of bones and rotten teeth. His spine had been severed and completely digested, leaving him to crawl around in the beast’s belly. His eyes were still in their sockets, but not for long. At night I sat with them in their cage, gazing at his face with a lantern. The confused stare was gone now. His eyes were now the shade of spring grass instead of dying winter. I stroked a rib that encased him and reached to caress his arm. He grabbed my own and held it to his jaw, growing tired in the dark.

He was angry, I knew that. I was angry too.

“Where will I go when I die?”

I swallowed, “I don’t know.”

He groaned. I could hear his neck crack, just like the day we met. My hand gripped his jaw tighter.

“I don’t know what you are. I don’t know what will happen. And…”

“You don’t know what to do,” He finished. I nodded reluctantly. His hand flew up to my own, fixated on his chin, and he caressed the grooves on my palms.

“Where will you go when you die?”

I sighed, relieved, “Oh that’s much simpler! I know exactly where I will go! When I die, I will go to the lonely places!”

“Lonely places?”

“Yes! Lonely corners and corridors of the world. I’ll float and dance on the air with my brother.”

“You have a brother?”

“I do. I was a twin. We were born minutes apart but he was...different.”

“Different like you or…”

“He was born with fangs and glowing eyes. He had shaggy, silver fur instead of skin. He died soon after my mother gave birth. A few minutes later, she followed him.”

“Do you miss him?”

“Sometimes. When I’m lonely, I like to wonder what my life would be like if he lived. If we’d be here together, if we’d love each other, even like each other. Maybe, if he had lived, if he had gone on to grow, our father wouldn’t have given us up. Maybe we would still be together, playing by a creek.”

“I’m sure your father misses you. I can’t understand how he could give you up. And to a witch of all people!” I chuckled, “My father cannot feel. You will never understand. I’m not human. I never have been. Unicorn silk flows and pulses through my fingers. I hold electricity on my tongue. I am what I am because of my father. The only person my father could love died giving me life and it left him cold, frozen in time.”

“You do love to speak in monologues don’t you?”

I giggled and stroked his cheek, “Sometimes.”

“I tell you what,” He announced, shifting in the shadows to press his frame to me, “When I die, I’ll come back to you as a spirit!”

“You can’t determine that!” I cackled.

“You don’t know that I can’t! Perhaps we’re able to decide what we do once we’re gone. I’m a person of little consequence, slowly being devoured by a forest beast! Whatever awaits won’t care for someone as pathetic as me.”

“You’re not pathetic.”

“And I’m not leaving you alone.”

He lowered his haggard hand to my abdomen and tugged at the folds of my dress.

“What colour is it?” He asked.

“Are you losing your sight?”

“What colour is it?”

“Red.”

“Red. Like the day you found me. It’s come full circle hasn’t it?”

“What are you trying to say?”

“If I get the chance to, I will come back to you. I wish to belong to you always. But if I can’t get back to you, Can I at least give you something to remember me by?”

My eyes grew large and I took a step back from the cage. He clutched at the bars of his prison and I could see how hopeful his gaunt, torn face was.

“You really are arrogant aren’t you? Of all the things to wish for! Is that really your last request? Because that’s what this is, your last request! A child...my child? It’ll be…”

“Beautiful,” He whispered, smiling at my flushed face, “It’ll be beautiful.”

I grabbed onto his arm again and sighed.

“I don’t understand why you love me so much. I could have had as many men as I liked, you’ll never know. Honestly, you don’t know the first thing about me.”

“You still haven’t figured it out have you?”

“I haven’t figured out what?”

“The woods gave you to me, right? I am your present and I was designed for you, placed in the ground for you to take. I’m a gift and as such I am a non-entity. I’m just an object. The woods must have thought you were lonely and created me in response.”

“Why-why would they do this?”

“You’re a daughter of the air. You don’t belong here. They’re apologising,”

“You’re-you’re an object?”

“I might as well be.”

I took a deep breath, “I will miss you when you’re gone. I never wished for you but I will miss you as if I did.”

“I’ll miss you too,” My present hesitated and his hands fell to the floor.

“What do you want to say?” I asked, reaching to hold his palms again.

“Can I lie with you tonight?”

I swallowed and stood. Then I slid the heavy doors of the Corpse Cradle ajar.

“Just for tonight.”

He died two months later on a Thursday. I had brought him breakfast early in the morning and discovered that his skeleton had fallen apart. Rain began to fall as the Witch and I burned his remains in the cauldron. My eyes stayed locked on the Corpse Cradle, gluttonous and smug in the corner. It had grown heavy on my lover’s flesh and turned around like a lazy dog in the sun.

“It’s better this way, my Dorothy-Mae,” Mrs Darling reassured, lifting kneecaps from the brewing stew and stuffing them into my pockets, “He wasn’t long for this world anyway. One can only live on lust for so long.”

I didn’t respond. I continued to watch the Cradle.

“Must say, he had beautiful eyes. Like leaves. I almost wish the Cradle hadn’t gobbled them up!” The Witch cackled. I rolled my eyes and gripped the new chain around my neck. Mrs Darling followed my fingers and realised that the very eyes she longed to own were wrapped around my neck.

“He wanted me to have them,” I explained, “Besides, you have enough eyes to gorge yourself on.”

“Don’t be rude sourdough.” She growled.

“He never loved me, you know.”

“Of course he did! He was created to love you!”

“That’s just it. He never had a choice.”

“And no one ever will.”

“I’m sorry?”

“You enchant almost everything you come across. That’s exactly why I took you in. Look at how you’ve manipulated the forest, the very trees! It mourns right along with you! In a couple of years who knows what you will be able to do! I can teach you how to control the rain, twist the wind around your pinky finger! I can teach you how to make yourself stronger!”

“I don’t care about all that,” I scowled, “I’ve lost a friend.”

“There will be others. I’m sure the woods will leave another gift on your next birthday, since you enjoyed this one so much.”

“No. There won’t be anyone quite like him.”

I tugged at my dress, pulling down the skirt hem. The witch followed my gaze to my belly and she sneered.

“Dorothy, please do not tell me that you-” She began to vomit in her mouth, “Please do not confess to me…”

“Yes. I did. And I’m expecting,”

“You stupid, stupid girl! You do realise what that boy was? That boy was linens! That boy was clothing! He was about as human as a raincoat!”

“He was to you. But he wasn’t to me. He was a person that I let down.”

“The Cradle won’t stand for this! You know it’ll take the baby!”

“If it’s human. But I’m not sure it will be.”

“It will take the baby away just to spite you.”

“I’ll kill it.”

“Of course you will.”

“It will die eventually. Won’t it? Nothing lives forever.”

“Perhaps. I’d say the woods have taught you a lesson after all.”

I scowled at her.

The fire began to die and Mrs Darling stirred the stew with a wooden spoon. I peered inside. My lover’s bones had disappeared, melted into black tar.

“I won’t eat it.”

“I don’t expect you to, sourdough. From now on you will eat only the healthiest of meals. We need to keep the baby happy. However strange it may be, it's still our responsibility. Lord knows, the father will be completely useless in raising it!”

“We fed the father to a forest monster ma'am.”

“That couldn’t be helped. Anyway, I’ll set out to find some fresh meat in a few days, once you begin to tire. This here is a delicacy!”

With that we sat down on the ground together, huddled in our gingerbread house. It almost felt like days of old. The Witch began feasting on my lover’s remains while I tugged at the chain around my neck, tugged at the man’s eyes, twisted his tensed muscles and nerves in my hand.

“I will kill it one day,” I whispered sorrowfully, “I will kill it for what it’s done to me.”

The Witch said nothing, just directed her focus to the sky outside. The Corpse Cradle gave a vindictive growl.

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mimi-ya · 3 years

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It's me again, hiii!

I just wanna say that that pic you used to reply to my long ass ask is so cute!!! I love baby Luffy with all my heart, and I'd go to hell and back for him 😭

And I hope you get to cosplay Perona! Her design is one of my favorites in OP 🥺

Now, I've been away for a while and I'm only now seeing some of your posts, so I hope it's still ok to comment on them? Aksjaoshdg

So, Zoro's birthday fic,,, I LOVED IT SO MUCH! THAT WAS SO HOT, I QKJSIAHSHSJSNS fucked out Zoro is 💯 There's something about him being wrecked, and vulnerable, overall, that makes me lose everything 😭 ~ on a side note, I haven't catched up with the manga, yet, so I don't know what's happening currently in Wano, but I REALLY wish Oda would give us some Zoro angst or something like that. I know that is a little sadistic, but I'm CRAVING some vulnerability coming from him 😔

Which leads me to the next topic: mutual hate fucking. I know it's been a while, but I wanna join my fellow Zoro fuckers and intercede for our man 😏

Also, you've been sent to horny jail?! wth 😭 if Tumblr ever dares to come up with this outrage again, it will have to drag us all along with you 😡 ~ we've all been convicted of the same crime, after all 🤧

And your OP art, SO CUTE!!! YOU'RE SUCH A MULTITALENTED QUEEN! I tried drawing baby Robin, once, and... It didn't go well 😅

Now, your birthday celebrations event!!! Mimiii, that's the cutest thing ever 😭 YOU'RE SO SWEET, I CRY. I've submitted mine a few days ago (I've been writing this ask ever since, but I still haven't finished it......... WHY AM I LIKE THIS), even though it won't be my birthday any time soon jwjsjwnbbs actually, chapter 2 of covert identity came out around my birthday, and I was so happy!!! I considered that as a unintentional birthday gift kashusjshsh

On your post about Pudding -- I couldn't agree more! She deserved better, and I hope she can be free, someday. It'd be nice if she, Brûlée and Katakuri rebelled against their mother. Mama is straight up abusive. She always goes on and on about creating a world without discrimination, where "all races" can coexist, but that's all empty discourse. She collects people, and treat them as if they were animals in her own particular zoo. I love her as a character, but I DESPISE her as a person 😂

Finallyyy, I wanna talk about your mutuals tag list!!! Alright, so, when I first opened it, I really wasn't expecting to see myself tagged there. I might have teared up a little........ 😭😭😭 MIMIIIII, that made me so, so happy 😭 I keep coming back to it, and EVERY single time I get, like 🥺😭🥰

Just know that I love and appreciate you just as much! I've been kind of absent from Tumblr, lately, but I love seeing your posts on my dash; they really make my day.

I'm planning on creating a new blog just for OP (maybe?) (my original account is over 10 years old, and I'm having quite an identity crisis. I can't even stand looking at it 🤡). If I follow through that plan (or when I'm finally able to put up with all the bullshit of past me and can go back to using my old blog), I promise I'll let you know whenever it's ready! Until then (and even after that), I'll continue being your sprout, for as long as you allow me 🥺

- 🌱

I'll comment on your most recent works as I read them, as I still haven't had the chance to do that 😭 also, I think it's best if I just end this ask here, as it's gotten LONG long, already, and I just keep adding things as the days go by 😂)

my sprout!🌱

first off: baby strawhats are superior to adult strawhats, but something about baby asl will always have the biggest place in my heart!! SO CUTE! my brother is watching op, and I’ve asked that out of the 1000 episodes he PLEASE let me watch 493 & 494. I LOVE BABY ASL SO MUCH!!

perona is also one of my favs! my roommate and I have a goal of going to some anime con when ever things feel safe again, so I have until then to make my cosplay! Except now I’m OBSESSED with ulti!! the only down side is I don’t think her outfit is as fun as perona 😪 but we’ll see what happens!

I’m glad you enjoyed zoro’s bday fic!! Wrecked zoro is the best zoro 😌 and I have a feeling we’re going to get some zoro stuff in Wano, I’m just not sure if it’ll be angst?? I feel like the only thing that could get to him would be about kuina, so if Oda is somehow able to tie her in? Idk! (And of course luffy and the crew, but I don’t want THAT MUCH angst!)

and don’t worry, mutual hate fucking is cumming (lol, i hate myself 😭) it has to, zoro is literally the perfect character for it

I was sentenced to a quick stint in horny jail but have been bailed out! I promised the tumblr gods to behave from here on out so fingers crossed that doesn’t happen again!!

thank you for the sweet words about my art! I realized I didn’t even post all the things I made! Crafty things are my favorite! And I would love to see your baby Robin, I bet she’s adorable!

I’m glad you like the birthday celebration event! I’m pretty excited about it! I just hope I can come up with enough birthday themed ideas! 😅 and speaking of covert identity… lmao chapter 4 is basically done but then I remembered y’all need chapter 3 before that! My goal is to have chapter 3 done within the month and 4 will come quickly after! ☺️

Pudding and all of big mamas kids deserved better! I’m interested to see what role the Charlotte children will play in Wano or if some of them will ever be seen again in the future!

And bestie! I’m so glad you saw the tag!! LOL! I was giggling writing it out, because I was like, this will be so funny if my 🌱 opens it! And I couldn’t not include you! And I feel that blog issue, my old blog was a cluster fuck of all my different fandoms, and I was like, alright. Time to just make something fresh for op!

I’d be happy to interact with any blog you make, but will also always have you in my heart as my little sprout! 🥰🥺 love love love getting to hear from you! 💗

#mimi answers #🌱 anon

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thewayshedreamed · 4 years

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An Elriel fic

This fic is set in the “This Time” Nessian AU— Starting with Elain’s birthday party from Part 3. Here’s the back story of those texts that haunted Elain, how the conversation with Azriel went, and mention of the eventual date that Nesta interrupted in Part 6 😉

You can catch up on This Time here!

A/N: It only took an eternity for me to finish this chapter. It’s the first thing I’ve posted that’s Elriel-centric, so I found myself deleting/re-writing to try and get it right. Eventually, I had to cut myself off and just put myself out there, so I hope y’all like how I’ve written them! Shoutout to @keshavomit and @acourtofmarauders whose comments inspired me to share this!!

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Once Nesta dropped her off at her apartment post birthday breakfast, Elain drew herself a hot bubble bath. She hoped the warm water would ease her achy muscles and her unsteady nerves; both from the night before. It wasn’t that she had completely blacked out. She remembered the majority of the night, with only the time after her body started to succumb to exhaustion being a little fuzzy.

She lay back onto the back of the tub, taking a deep breath of eucalyptus scented bubbles and easing her eyes closed. She couldn’t help but reflect over the night, heart swelling with love for her family and friends who had truly made her 23rd birthday one to remember. It was increasingly rare that every one of them were able to get together on the same night, and she was feeling extra loved that they made it out just for her.

She had a few laughs to herself as the memories ran through her mind. She thought of her and Feyre dancing for hours, being joined by the others on and off throughout the night. Cassian grabbing her hand when Whitney Houston’s “I Wanna Dance With Somebody” came through the speakers, spinning her around and singing loudly with her. Her friends keeping her drinks full and making her laugh. Being so excited that Nesta finally joined them for a couple of songs. Spinning into Azriel accidentally and hearing his deep laugh as he steadied her.

And just like that, her thoughts hanged on Azriel; like they always seemed to. She was no moron. She knew they had a natural sort of chemistry, but she always struggled to tell if he truly saw her that way or if he would ever be open to her. She was struck with a memory of him from the night before, something that hadn’t come back to her until now.

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Somehow, she had ended up near the edge of the dance floor, semi-cornered near a table by Grayson. She remembered being so annoyed that he’d been there and even more annoyed that he was insisting on polite conversation. She wanted to yell at him that she knew he didn’t give a shit how she was doing and that he had no right to know after he’d wrecked her heart a couple of years prior. She wanted to swat at his hands when he would laugh and playfully touch her or reach for her. The alcohol in her system was begging her to do all of it, and she was almost completely convinced. Just one more touch or one more attempt at familiarity, and it was game over. She steeled herself, waiting, until a pair of arms wrapped gently around her waist from behind.

“There you are, love.” Azriel’s smooth, deep voice ran over her, and she relaxed immediately.

He was closer than usual, more affectionate. She realized the show they were supposed to be putting on, and she leaned into him. She rested her head back on his chest, and turned her chin way up to look into his face. He was looking down at her, mere inches away, with amusement sparkling in his hazel eyes.

“Hey,” she breathed, lamely, if she was being honest with herself. She felt the impression of cool glass in her hand and looked down.

”Sorry it took me so long to grab your drink. The bar was really backed up.”

She looked down at the half-empty glass in her hand. Definitely his existing drink. She decided to give him a little hell. Why not? They were pretending, anyway.

“Babe. It’s half-empty,” she pointed out through a laugh.

He narrowed his eyes at her playfully, telling her he knew she was being difficult. “I may or may not have gotten thirsty on my way back to find you.”

“Az, you remember Grayson.” She gestured toward her ex as she spoke. When he looked up, she noticed the tension in his jaw.

“Of course. How are you, man?” He released her waist with one hand, extending it toward Grayson. Grayson only looked at it, ignored it completely, and addressed Elain.

”Really? This guy? You’re better than that.” She felt Azriel tense behind her. Grayson gripped her upper arm, pulling her toward him. “You can’t be fucking serious, Elain. Guys like him are good for one thing. Maybe you can have a few good rolls around in the sheets, but you can’t honestly expect to settle down with a guy like him.”

All too quickly, Azriel’s large hand gripped Grayson’s wrist where he was holding Elain’s arm. There was a layer of darkness to his tone that Elain had never heard.

“Get your fucking hand off of her. Now.” He gripped Grayson harder in warning, but Grayson’s eyes stayed on Elain’s.

“Elain, come on,” Grayson said.

She was fuming. His company had been unwelcome from the beginning. He’d been far too comfortable entering her personal space. He had openly insulted Azriel on multiple levels. He was manhandling her. The words left her before she could stop them, the alcohol delighting that it finally got its way.

“Even if you’re right, he’s the best fuck I’ve ever had and has ruined me for anyone else. So allow me to indulge myself for as long as I feel like it,” she seethed.

Grayson’s eyes widened and quickly narrowed in anger. Nevertheless, his grip on her arm softened, and Azriel shoved his arm back toward his body. He shook his head and walked away, totally speechless.

“You okay, Ellie?” Azriel was in front of her now, looking down into her face. He was running the back of his fingers up and down her arms, and she cursed the goosebumps that erupted over her skin.

“Yeah. I really am. Thank you for coming over. You didn’t have to do that,” she said. She glanced up at him and watched his features soften when he realized she was serious. Shortly thereafter, he started laughing.

“Elain, you can’t just go around saying things like that about me. Word will travel, and I may not live up to people’s expectations,” he joked.

She groaned, feeling guilty that she had completed objectified him without his consent. She leaned into him, resting her forehead on his chest for a couple of seconds before looking at him again.

“I am so sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I don’t know what got into me. I just felt like humbling him a little, and I didn’t like how he was talking about you.”

Azriel laughed as he pulled her into a hug, his forearm braced around her neck.

“No apologies, Ellie. Come on. I owe you a drink; you know, a fresh one.”

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Elain’s eyes popped open, and despite the heat of the bath water, she felt herself flush further at the memory. He hadn’t seemed bothered, but holy shit. Who would take it upon themselves to call someone “the best fuck they’ve ever had” when they’d never so much as hugged long enough to be considered intimate? Gods above.

She was obsessively thinking about her deleted messages again. She grabbed her phone off the side of the tub, hoping that when she opened her messages app, all of her texts would magically reappear. They didn’t, just as they hadn’t the other 15 times she’d done it that day.

She removed the plug from the bathtub, letting the water out and begging it to take all her memories along with it. She toweled off, put her lazy Sunday clothes on, and padded out of the bathroom.

She was startled by her phone ringing and dragging her back to the present. To her absolute horror, Azriel’s name flashed on her screen.

She steadied herself before she answered. She was glad to hear that her voice sounded as if she were a perfectly stable person.

“Hello?”

”Hey, Ellie. How you feeling today?” he teased.

Hungover. Fucking mortified.

”About how you would imagine,” she laughed. “What’s up?”

”I wanted to check in on you. And I wanted to see when you would have some free time to meet up. I still have your gift,” he explained.

Of course he’d gotten her a gift. Because he was wonderful. And she’d treated him like a glorified escort. She answered him before she lost her nerve.

”Oh. You didn’t have to do that, Az,” she paused. “What about now? You could come by?”

It took him a couple of seconds to respond. “Um, sure. Yeah. You know, it doesn’t have to be today, though. I didn’t mean to impose or anything.”

Shit. Was she too eager? To hell with it if she was. Waiting would kill her.

”You’re not! Really. I’m just being a bum on my couch today. I’d like the company,” she replied.

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After about thirty minutes, Elain was convinced she was being stood up. Maybe he didn’t have the heart to tell her he wasn’t wanting to see her today. She was about to draft a text to him before she heard his knock on her apartment door.

“Come in!” she called. She had unlocked her door during her fitful pacing minutes ago.

He poked his head in before opening the door and stepping inside. The sunshine flowed into the apartment behind him, and for a second, she was almost convinced that he was superhuman. His dark hair was damp and brushed haphazardly to the side, and she couldn’t help thinking about how unfairly attractive he was. He was wearing a black v-neck with black jogger sweats, and his scent of cedar and mist washed over her as he plopped on her couch.

“You look way too alive and well today. Seems a little unfair,” she pouted.

He breathed a laugh as he turned toward her. “Some of us drank water throughout the night, birthday girl,” he teased as he tapped her nose with his index finger.

“Hey!” she exclaimed in faux annoyance. “I drank water. Maybe it was today, but I did.”

He tapped her knee with his hand, and she swore she felt it throughout her entire body.

”I’ll be nice. I’m here bearing gifts, after all,” he replied.

She thought back to the night before. The memory of their bit with Grayson, her deleted texts. She thought of Nesta’s words of advice that morning to ask him about the only remaining text she had: his reply. It was now or never, she supposed.

”Before you give me my present...” She bit her lip. “...can I talk to you?”

She watched his eyes land on her lips and jump immediately to her meet her stare. His brows furrowed in concern.

“Of course, Ellie. About anything. You okay?” His words, so similar to those he asked her last night, flooded her nerves all over again.

“I woke up this morning to a really confusing text from you. Not that what you said is confusing necessarily, but apparently, I deleted all of my texts last night. I must have done it right before you responded, so I have zero context to our conversation.” She could feel the heat of her blush on her chest, her neck, her face. She wanted to be literally anywhere else. She showed him the text for frame of reference.

Azriel: 😂 Not cool. You had me worried there for a minute, Ellie. Goodnight. Hope you enjoyed your birthday.

She watched his eyes scan the text, his lips spreading into a small smile. He wasn’t speaking soon enough for her liking.

”Oh. That. We had been texting a little at the table right before you left, but at some point between you standing to leave and getting home, you sent me this.” He scrolled through his phone until he landed on her message. He turned it to her so that she could read it for herself.

Ellie: I’m v mad at you Az

Another one, several minutes later.

Ellie: Nvm talked to Nessie. We’re good. Night 😘

Cauldron, Elain. Kiss emoji, really?

The only other message was his response that she’d already shown him.

She shook her head. “I have no idea what that’s about. What was I saying before that?”

Now it was Azriel’s turn to blush, the tips of his ear turning a faint pink. “Oof. I don’t know if sober me feels as bold as the drunk me in those. I think I’ll just keep those tucked away.”

She blinked at him and his nerve to insinuate he was going to keep them from her.

“Azriel Spion. You better show me those texts.”

”Mm. Don’t think I will, Elain Archeron.” His blush spread to his cheeks.

She lunged for his phone, but he dodged her at the last second. He lifted it into the air out of her reach, her body sprawled across his lap. Elain with less adrenaline would have been mortified to find herself there, but this was critical information. She pushed herself back onto her knees, reaching for the phone in his outstretched hand. He evaded her yet again.

”Why are you so giant? For the love of the Mother, just let me see!” she exclaimed.

”No! It’s not my fault you deleted yours,” he retorted.

She knew she would never be able to overpower him, and he was too stubborn for her to talk him into giving in. She landed on torture, hoping it would work in her favor.

She stopped reaching for his phone and instead turned her hands to his torso. His position left his underarms wide open, and she took her chance, hoping he was ticklish. Otherwise, this would only be even more awkward than it already was.

To her absolute delight, Azriel yelped in surprise. He immediately snapped his arms to his sides as he tried, and failed, to hold back his loud laugh. He tried to move away or grip her hands, but doing so would mean he would have to shift his arms. His body wouldn’t allow it.

“Elain!” he bellowed. “Stop it. I said STOP.” He let out another loud belly laugh, and Elain fell a little bit harder at the sound. It was one of the most precious things she had ever seen. Azriel, who was always so reserved, so dry, letting out such a loud, deep laugh felt like an honor to witness.

”Not until you show me those texts! They’re just as much mine as there are yours!” She had to raise her voice over his laughter, the words coming out through laughter of her own.

“You didn’t keep yours,” he said through clenched teeth between laughs. “Not. My. Problem.”

She pushed her fingers in a little harder, and he yelped again, dissolving into laughter once more.

“Fine! Alright!” he yelled. “You win!”

He tossed his phone on the cushion behind her. She stopped immediately to retrieve it, leaving Azriel spent and gasping for breath next to her.

“You tiny, brutal woman,” he breathed, eyes locked on her.

She waved him off, scrolling up through his messages to the beginning of last night’s conversation. The first messages were mild enough. She thanked him for her birthday drink, for saving her from that conversation with Grayson, for humoring her with a slow dance despite the fact that he wasn’t one to dance much. His responses were polite and friendly, barely on the flirtatious side. She was about to toss his phone into his lap and call him dramatic before her eyes landed on a message that sent her pulse through the roof.

Ellie: That feels nice. Thank you 😊

A: Anything for the birthday girl.

Ellie: I mean, I can’t believe everyone hasn’t offered to play with my hair. Seems a little rude.

A: Very. I guess you’ll have to get new friends.

Ellie: Except you. You have to stay 💕

A: Like I said, anything for you.

She shot her gaze up to look at Azriel. He was watching her with the focus of a surgeon, scanning her face for any reaction. She was doing the same to him. She had a vague, fuzzy memory of sitting next to him in their booth for a portion of the night and assumed that’s when these had occurred. They had likely resorted to texting considering their friends’ nosiness. There were more messages, the time stamp about thirty minutes later.

Ellie: Stop being so nice to me. I’m going to fall in love with you.

A: Promise?

Ellie: 😅 Very funny. You’ve been warned.

The rest were the ones she’d already read about how she was mad at him, whatever that meant. She could hear her own heartbeat; feel her blood pressure in her gums. She knew her blush was at an embarrassing level, and she had to take a couple of deep breaths before she looked at him again. He was still looking at her, an almost pained expression on his face.

She cleared her throat. “So. Did you?”

”Did I what?”

”Stop being nice to me,” she murmured.

”No.”

She locked his phone and handed it back to him as she settled into the cushions. She wanted so badly to close the distance between them, but she knew she’d already pushed him beyond his comfort zone. His answer spoke volumes if she was interpreting him correctly, but she was terrified to find out. She decided to stay the course, keeping the focus on her deleted messages.

“I guess I should check in with Nes. Just to see what I was mad about,” she said quietly.

”I talked to her this morning,” he murmured.

Her eyes locked on his yet again.

”And are you going to tell me?”

”Do I have a choice? You’ll torture it out of me otherwise,” he joked. She was grateful for the laughter as a break in the tension. He cleared his throat.

“You told Nesta you were mad at her, too. When she asked why, you told her it was because she and I are such close friends,” he said. He glanced at her, giving her a chance to react.

“Why would I care about that now? I only know you because of your friendship.” She was so tired of being lost, of being the only one who didn’t know what was happening.

His voice remained quiet and even, as if speaking any louder may scare her away. “You told her it was because I would never look at you. Because you’re her little sister and I was considerate and wouldn’t want to make her mad.”

She swallowed thickly, hoping she looked more put together than she actually was. “And what did she say that made me so quick to drop it?”

That evoked a small laugh and the sound of it made her want to curl into him. “That I’m not scared of her in the slightest,” he began. “And that I was basically the only person she would find worth of you.” His blush deepened as he finished.

She nodded, processing his words. Her mouth was dry, and she was totally speechless. The distance between them was almost painful now, but she was so terrified to make him uncomfortable and potentially ruin their comfortable friendship.

He shifted on her couch, scooting a little closer to her. She was still facing him, her legs curled under her and her elbow settled on the back of the couch. She propped her head on her fist and fixed her gaze on his thigh, an inch away from her knees.

“When I told Nesta that I’d deleted my texts, she told me to talk to you. That you would be understanding.” She glanced up at him. “I basically bit her head off. But it’s because she knew without a doubt that you would understand, isn’t it?”

”She’s known for a long time how I feel, Ellie. Without me having to say a word.”

All she could do was nod. He shifted forward, turning his attention back to the reason he’d come over.

”Az, you really didn’t have to—“ he interrupted her my lifting a scarred finger.

”None of that. I wanted to, and I did.” He placed an envelope in her lap as he ran his hand through his damp hair.

She opened it, scanning small documents inside to figure out what he had gifted her. Two tickets to see the Velaris Philharmonic Orchestra. One of the first true conversations they’d had, she shared with him that she wanted to go one day. With the hustle and bustle of life and the expenses that came with it, she’d never gotten around to it.

True to her sensitive spirit, tears brimmed her lower eyelids. She was so touched that he remembered but simultaneously felt guilty that he’d spent so much on a gift for her.

“You can invite who you want to. I know Nesta has wanted to go, but you can bring a friend, too. I just wanted to make sure you had company. It didn’t feel right to give you a gift where you’d have to go alone.” Her heart melted at his rambling. Azriel never showed his nerves, and he had let that wall down for her several times today.

“Azriel.” She glanced at him, willing him to look at her again. His elbows were resting on his knees and he’d been staring straight ahead as he spoke. He finally turned his head toward her, his onyx hair brushing across his brow. She leaned forward, resting her chin on his shoulder as she took in his elegant bone structure.

“Thank you. I love it more than you know,” she whispered.

His eyes lit up at her words, and her chest squeezed at how much joy it brought him to make her happy. His eyes fell to her lips, and she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as she watched him wet his own. He brought a scarred hand up to cup her cheek and pulled her face even closer to his, using his thumb to pull her lip from her teeth. She gasped softly, and he pressed his full lips softly to hers. She leaned into him, letting out a small whimper when his grip tightened slightly on her cheek.

Something shifted in him at hearing her whimper into his mouth, and he sat up to orient his body toward hers. He deepened the kiss, then hooked his hand behind her knee to pull her over his lap. She settled into him, moving her hips against his, and he let out a low groan as she moved.

She pulled back from his kiss to look at him, still a little in disbelief that this is where their day had taken them. She ran her fingers through his hair and watched as his eyes fluttered shut. He let out the most indecent moan, and it took everything she had not to slant her mouth over his again.

“What are you doing Thursday?” she asked.

His eyes popped open, still a little glazed over from the heat between them. His hands were under her sweater, thumbs tracing small circles over her ribs.

“No plans, why?”

”A very dear friend of mine gifted me two tickets to see the orchestra, and I’d really like to take you on a date, if that’s okay.”

He smiled at her, his eyes turning up at the corners as he looked at her. “I would say I feel bad for the guy, but there’s no way I’m missing that,” he replied, his lips brushing hers as he spoke. “I’ll be sure to pull out my best suit.”

Her returning smile was so broad, it almost hurt. “Perfect. I can’t wait,” she whispered as she started to rock her hips once more. His lips crashed into hers then, their conversation over for the time being.

Before she lost herself in him completely, she had one fleeting thought as she reflected over their earlier words. “So, did you?”— “Did I what?”— “Stop being nice to me.”— “No.”

It looked like he was hell bent on keeping it that way, and she knew she was beyond screwed.

She was already in love with Azriel Spion, and even still, he was never going to stop being nice to her.

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Well, there it is! A brief timeline note: Nesta’s phone call falls on that Thursday, during their post-date sleepover. I hope y’all enjoyed it!

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