#one day ill make good edits again but not today

[wings-of-ink]

Update!

Hey everyone, just wanted to check in with you. I hope you all doing well!

Right now, I am feeling good about getting chapter 3 out by 4/30. It's a crunch for sure, but barring any disasters in the work itself or my personal life, I feel like it is doable. My aim is to get it to a point where it is release-worthy but will still need fine tuning after the fact. I generally like to edit things a couple times at least and have it play-tested, but I won't have time for all that. But, this is a work in progress, and I can always make improvements as I go. There are also a couple segments that I did not have time to add, but they're not pivotal to the story. I will add them if I find the time before the 30th (sorry to those who wanted to make a tasty cake for someone).

So far, I have gone through chapters 1 and 2 again and made some corrections to typos and grammar. I added a white hair option with some flavor text, and some other flavor text for purple eyes. The option to have your MC's hair turn grey (streaked or fully grey) from stress/illness was added, but I did not do it in the way I needed to, so if I have time, I'm going to fix that before release. I also updated some of the variable values of certain choices. A name bank was added for anyone who might struggle to come up with a name for their MC. I made all but one of them correspond to the marks. There's a wild card in there for the adventurous, lol. The codex was also updated.

Today, I am editing chapter 3. My very gracious boss encouraged me to take the day off, and I'm feeling pretty good, so I'm using this as an opportunity to get some serious work done.

If you're curious and don't mind my rambling about my life, you can read about my ordeal below!

I am feeling much better. I had a couple rough days in the past week, but mostly brought on by medication my dentist wanted me to take to stave off possible infection in a broken tooth. I had a less-than-stellar reaction to it, and it gave me insomnia and anxiety. Simply fantastic.

But, I had the root canal yesterday (got lucky and they had a cancelation so I was able to go in 5 days early). I am happy to report it was not bad at all. In fact, it may have been the easiest dental procedure aside from cleanings that I've ever had, lol. I was in and out within half an hour, and the endodontist numbed the fuck out of my mouth. The biggest pain was the drive there and back since I live so far away.

I chilled the whole day and took a glorious 2 hour nap, and have been sore but totally good. I even watched one of my favorite comfort-animes, Natsume Yuujinchou. If you are ever feeling poorly and down in the dumps or just need to relax, it is cute, a bit funny, and lighthearted - so I highly recommend it. So, all in all, I feel recharged and more than ready to see chapter 3 with fresh eyes!

Thank you to everyone who sent me encouraging messaging about the root canal. It really truly helped me show up for that appointment without feeling completely vulnerable. I was still anxious, because that is just what my brain do - I can't even see my GP without my hands shaking, lol. But, going into it knowing what your experiences have been helped so much.

Anyway, sorry for prattling! I'm going to get back to it now! ^_^

[transboykirito]

it’s hard to be anywhere these days when all i want is you

[southislandwren]

i've successfully poisoned my boss's mind with instrumental music so i'm making a playlist of chill instrumentals so when im gone she can relax without having to find her own songs

[madeofkay]

Rainy Nights | Moon Knight X Reader

ONE SHOT (maybe?)

warnings: jake/marc/steven x fem!reader, angst, !!!dv abuse (not by them, but by an ex), stalking, creepy text messages, and so many typos (ill edit it soon— i wrote this at 4am lol)

summary: When your coworker Steven has growing concerns regarding your safety from an ex-boyfriend, he decides to drive you home one night.

please reblog if u liked it! i love to see comments too :)

Anxiety pooled in the cavity of your chest as you walked through the dimly lit museum, its halls empty now past closing time. A relentless patter of rain against the roof amplified your defeated mood, casting a pall over the end of your shift. Leaning wearily against the gift shop counter, you let out a deep sigh, feeling the weight of the day pressing down on you.

“A long day for you?”

The male voice behind you jolts you, and you spin around, startled. "Maybe a warning next time?" you suggest, holding a hand over your racing heart.

Steven's lips form an 'o' of surprise before he nods hastily. "Apologies, really. I won't sneak up on you like that again." His eyes carry more guilt than he deserves, and you regret snapping at him.

"No worries, I might just startle too easily," you reply, resting your elbows on the countertop. "Nevermind me, how was your day, Steven?"

Steven's nerves spike at the chance to converse with you, a rarity amid your busy tour guide schedule. "Oh, you know," he stammers, grappling for words to make his boring gift shop shift sound cool. "Just a usual day for me." His gaze unintentionally dips to your attire, and he flushes, flustered by the sight of your breasts pressed together.

He shouldn’t look at you that way, he knows that. But you make him so nervous.

“I’m starting to think that I should’ve had control of the body for this interaction,” Marc spoke in his mind.

You nod and smile, charmed by Steven's shyness. "I hope that’s a good thing," you remark, recalling the challenges of your day as a tour guide at the museum. "Today, I was basically herding a bunch of primary school children. They were running off in every direction, and the chaperones were on their phones! It felt like I was conducting a circus instead of a museum tour." You gesture an explosion with your hand, prompting a cheeky smile from Steven.

A pinging sound from your pocket interrupts his response. Your eyebrows furrow as you dig it out of your dress pocket, unlocking it with your passcode.

Where are you, y/n?

Your heart sinks as you read the text from an unknown number, fear washing over your expression. Steven notices the shift in your demeanor, and resists the urge to glance at your phone. "I'm sorry, I just need to respond to this message," you murmur, turning away, your breaths growing shallow.

Please, it’s over. Just leave me alone.

His response came fast.

You know that isn’t true. I’ll come get you, why aren’t you home? I still care.

Are you already cheating on me with somebody else?

Please just tell me where you are, I’m sorry. I miss you so much. I just want to fucking talk to you.

A barrage of texts from your ex-boyfriend fills the screen with message bubbles. You swallow, feeling the weight clog your throat, your hands trembling as the desire to go home fills you.

To hide. That is, if home was still safe.

Steven's concern deepens as he draws near, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. You flinch at the touch, hastily shoving your phone back into your pocket. But you know he's already had a glimpse of your phone screen. "Is everything alright, love?" he inquires, his voice laced with concern.

Marc was pissed off inside Steven’s head. “Who the fuck was texting her all of that?” he spat. Confusion grew in Steven’s mind as he contemplated the identity of the person behind the creepy messages. Lines of worry formed at the base of his forehead from the sound of your silence.

You force a tight-lipped smile, attempting to mask the turmoil swirling within. "It's nothing, just someone texting the wrong number," you respond, your voice strained with feigned nonchalance. Deep down, you know it's far from nothing. The barrage of texts dredges up memories you've tried so hard to bury, reopening wounds you thought had healed.

Steven's brow knit together, his gaze probing but respectful of your boundaries. "If you ever need to talk about it, I'm here," he offers gently, his sincerity evident in his soft tone. His words offer some reassurance amidst the anxiety raging inside your head.

You take a deep breath. “Thank you.”

Steven nods his head in understanding after a few moments, unsure as to his next words. “Y/N,” he pauses, “allow me to drive you home tonight, it is quite late.”

Your mouth parts slightly without a response as you turn back to look at him. His eyes drag over your sunken expression, clearly worried. The sound of rain hitting the museum roof and the darkness of the night influence your decision. “Okay,” you smile gratefully, “I’d appreciate that very much.”

—

Steven guided the way to his car, his presence feeling like steady anchor. The car ride unfolded in silence, punctuated only by the soft tunes of the radio's top hits playing at a low volume. Each bump in the road sent tremors through the small cabbie car, accentuated by the relentless rain hammering against the windows. You felt a sudden jolt as the car hit a rain-filled pothole, splashing dirty street water against the passenger window.

With trembling hands, you power off your phone, the text messages echoing in the back of your mind. Your clammy palms press together, trying to hold onto something solid. As the car gets closer to your neighborhood, your gaze slowly lifts from your lap, uncertainty flickering in your mind.

"Y/N," Steven's voice breaks the silence, causing your heart to slam against your chest like a trapped animal. "This might sound strange, but I want to ask you something."

You nod hesitantly, the taste of blood coating your tongue as you gnaw on the inside of your cheek, a nervous habit of yours.

"Are you sure you want to go back to your apartment alone?" His words hang heavy in the air, abundant with concern. He pauses, using the weight of his gaze to prob you for a response. "I saw some of those messages," he continues upon your silence, his voice gentle but firm. "If you need anything... I mean it, I can help you."

You interject sharply, a defensive edge creeping into your tone. "Please, don't get involved. I'm sorry you saw that, but he's harmless, I swear." Doubt snakes its way down your spine as you utter the words, his past violent outbursts echoing in your brain. The phantom memory of dark bruises left behind from the hard grip of his hands on your skin.

Grabbing, pulling, pushing you.

You fight your facial expression to seem happier, trying to reassure him that everything was alright despite the dread pulling down at your faux smile.

His car rolled to a gradual halt in front of your apartment building as the contents of your stomach threatened to come out of your throat in the form of vomit. You avert your gaze, but you can feel his eyes on you, silently pleading for a change of heart.

"Thank you, Steven," you say quietly, drawing in a sharp breath. "I don't know how I would've managed without you."

You muster a grateful smile, reeling yourself in as you gather your things from the car floor and step out. He breaks the silence by clearing his throat, causing you to pause and lean back into the open door to meet his gaze. Rain hits the clothing on your back.

"I can be there for you whenever," he says earnestly, “Please, don't hesitate to call me if you need me for anything, truly." He extends his hand, offering a taxi business card with his phone number written on it.

—

London Premium Taxi Service

Lockley, Jake

+44 20 1234 5679

—

Your eyebrows knit together at the unfamiliar name on the business card, but with rain still trickling down your clothing, the question fades from your thoughts. "Thank you again, Steven," you murmur, finally closing the cabbie door.

You walk hurriedly out of the rain and into your building, watching the cabbie car drive off as you make it inside. It felt worse to watch your reassurance of safety leaving. With a deep sigh, you enter the arriving elevator and watch as it ascends to your floor. A sense of unease nips at your resolve.

As the doors slide open with a soft hiss, your heart lurches in terror at the sight of him down the hall. A tall man standing outside your apartment door.

Him.

Shock freezes you in place, your breath catching as you lock eyes with your ex-boyfriend. “Oliver?”

“Y/N,” he proclaims breathlessly, his eyes widening with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. As you cautiously step closer, you can see a strange look to his pupils, as if under the influence of some kind of drug.

He speaks again, reaching out toward you. “I’ve missed you so much.”

You instinctively pull your arm away from him, but as quickly as you do, he grabs it again with greater force. You squeeze your eyes shut for a moment, trying to steady your trembling nerves. “Why are you here?” A crack in your voice gives your weakness away.

"I just said I missed you, babe," he replies, his tone muddied with false concern. "You're all wet. Let's get inside and get you into something warm."

Your mind races, but every idea that comes to you gets jumbled. You never could properly articulate your thoughts around him. Today was no different. This was your fault, you should have hid yourself better.

You summon the last shreds of your resolve. “I don’t need your help, Oliver,” you manage to say, but your tone is not as firm as you wanted it to be. “Please, just leave.”

His lip curl upward as he tightens his grip on your arm. You suck in a breath, watching his as he slowly moves his free hand to your face. A stand your hair gets pushed back by his fingers, gently yet his fingers forcefully press into the skin of your face. “I won’t ask again,” he whispers.

You comply, digging your apartment key out of your work tote and hand it to him, your apology tumbling off your lips. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you,” you say shakily, trying to placate him.

“Good girl,” he says, taking the key from your trembling hands. And with a sense of dread pooling in the pit of your stomach, you watch as he unlocks your door with ease. The sound of the latch and the creak of the opening door echo in your ears. “Let’s go inside, love.”

As his hand releases your arm and slides down your waist to the small of your back, a shiver runs down your spine at the touch. With a guiding push, he leads you inside, the door closing with a soft click behind the two of you.

Oliver strides into the kitchen with an air of familiarity, his movements purposeful as he rummages through the cabinets and refrigerator for food. "Make yourself comfortable, love," he calls out, carrying a hint of authority as he commands the space.

You take a hesitant seat on your couch, the weight of his presence looming over you like a dark cloud. With trembling hands, you slip off your shoes, but in that moment, you think of what to do.

“Thank you, my love,” you force, “I’m going to go to the bathroom first, okay?”

He nods his head silently, gripping a bottle of wine as he pours himself a glass.

Walking into the bathroom, you close the door behind you with a shaky breath. You flick the business card between your fingers nervously as you dial Steven's number. Your heart pounding in your chest as you wait for him to pick up.

A gruff voice comes through the phone. “London’s Premium Taxi Service, how may I help you today?”

"Steven, is that you? It’s me, Y/N," you whisper urgently, the words tumbling from your lips in a frantic rush. "My ex-boyfriend is inside my apartment, he may be high on something, I’m not sure. I don’t want to get the police involved again, what do I do?”

A screech of tires pierces through the phone line. “Where are you in your flat right now? W—what floor is it on?” Steven stammers, his concern noticeable even through the phone.

You hear the unmistakable crash of a dish breaking outside of the bathroom in your kitchen, sending your heart racing in panic. “I live in 3D. I’m in the bathroom right now,” you reply, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Stay there and keep the door locked, do not come out no matter what, okay? I’ll be right there to go get you,” Steven’s voice serves as a lifeline for a brief moment before the call ends abruptly. Tears begin to spill as you choke back your sobs.

You hear footsteps from outside the bathroom door. “Y/N! Come clean this fucking mess up,” Oliver’s voice permeates through the door, sending you into a quiet spiral as your hand drags over your lips to keep them shut.

“Y/N?”

“Y/N. Fucking answer me, open this door. What the fuck are you doing in there?” A pounding knock hits the door as it rattles against its frame.

“Open the door!” The sound of his shouting muffles in your brain and you slip into a panic attack, air refusing to saturate your lungs. The door shakes with every hard pound and pull of the door knob.

With a final slam, the door comes off its hinges as Oliver forces his way inside the bathroom. Your body trembles with sobs as you beg him for forgiveness, but his heavy hands fall on you anyway.

The force of his backhand sends you tumbling to the floor, the impact echoing through the small confines of the bathroom. In your haze, you’re unable to comprehend the words he shouts at you. The world blurs around you as his blows to your body continue. Your eyes flutter, the world spinning dizzily around you as he beats you with a savage force.

Until it stops. You take several moments to collect yourself, regaining your strength to be able to open your eyes. Two voices echo in the walls of your apartment as the ringing stops and your hearing slowly returns. A loud thud shakes the floorboards, followed by footsteps towards you.

“Y/N?” says a sweet voice, unrecognizable to you. “I should have gotten here faster, I’m so sorry.”

A gentle hand caresses your face as you try to open your eyes. Steven’s worried face comes into view, the coworker you’ve grown a liking to over the past few weeks. His phone is pressed against his ear and he speaks urgently into it.

“Steven?” you whisper, the words barely above a breath. In your daze, perhaps you had been delusional, mistaking his British accent for an unrecognizably coarse American one.

“I’m right here,” he exclaimed softly, caressing your hair. “I’m on the phone, an ambulance is on its way.”

As sirens soon begin to wail in the distance, piercing through the thin walls of the building, you find comfort in Steven’s gentle touches. You know that you’ll be okay.

[ofsappho]

Summertime Sadness (part 2)

Simon "Ghost" Riley x reader

Second chance romance, heavy angst, hurt/very little comfort

Ten years ago: the first time you met Simon

Today: the first time Ghost meets you

Tags: mental illness, therapeutic boarding school, self harm, suicide attempt/suicidality, self harm, abuse, parental abandonment, much the same as last chapter. This fic is unedited because I don’t feel like editing it lol. If you see spelling/grammar issues, no you didn’t.

TEN YEARS AGO

Reader POV

-

It’s intake day.

Intake day happens once a week, always on Wednesday.

You don’t know why they pick Wednesday. It seems pretty arbitrary, doesn’t it?

On intake day, the nurses and counselors make all the current residents of the inpatient program line up to greet the newbies. You actually look forward to intake day. Everyone here is so boring and routine; your roommate never speaks unless spoken to and she always keeps her earbuds in. On intake day, the hope that someone nice will be admitted survives for the few hours of the intake itself.

It usually dies right after. There was one polite girl who smiled when you waved last week, but she was transferred to a different facility that night before you could learn her name.

You’ve been here for three weeks, so that’s three intake days.

You’re not sure why you’ve been here so long. It seems a little excessive; you’d think by now they’d realize your stuff isn’t so bad and maybe you could transition to outpatient appointments?

It’s a little dissociation and some minor depression. Not bad at all.

But your doctors agree, albeit gently, that you should stay for the full five month course.

The program isn’t so bad. The facility sits on a sprawling multi-acre property in the British countryside, where everything is beautiful and verdant and always chilly. It’s lovely. The tea is good. You’re getting used to how they take it here. It’s nothing like the sweet tea you drink back home.

You suppose that’s another reason why they won’t let you go home even though you’re okay; there isn’t a home to go back to. Your dad hasn’t looked you in the eye since Mom left. At least the orderlies here greet you in the morning.

(What Dad doesn’t know is that before she left, she told you she loved you and to wait for her. Soon, she’ll take you away from this place and you’ll never have to see your dad again.)

Before you head to the foyer, you check your hair in the mirror of your room’s suicide-proofed bathroom. A young teenage face stares back at you with cheeks flushed red from the sun. You trace your deep smile lines with the tip of your finger, then practice smiling. You would have feel better about moving to a therapeutic boarding school if you’d been greeted with a smile.

At first, you think the newest crop of poor souls will be uninteresting at best. Listless rich kids detoxing off Mommy’s coke, frightened preteens who’ve never been away from their parents for an extended period of time, and a few teenagers straight from an ER, IV bags and all.

And then you see him get off the bus last.

He’s tall, towering over everyone else. A lanky, almost skeletal build, with a bored, aloof expression on his face. He hides the Zippo lighter he was playing with in his sleeve before the nurses catch and confiscate it.

There’s something horrifically severe about him. He can’t be more than a couple of years older than you, but he carries himself like he’s a blade and the world is filled with monsters.

His eyes are large and dark, rich brown irises rimmed with pale blonde eyelashes. And they’re kind, even though he would probably hate having that pointed out.

You decide then and there that you’ll befriend him. He could use a friend; everyone here does. He’s beautiful in his sharpness and elegant in his abrasiveness. Maybe you can coax more of that hidden kindness out, show him that it’s worth more than his anger. You wouldn’t be able to stay away if you tried.

You both like playing with fire, though you prefer less literal ones.

-

TODAY

Ghost POV

-

Your smile fades swiftly as if it was never there to begin with.

There are two ghosts in this room. That’s what you are; a ghost of the girl he knew.

He watches and waits for you to shift uncomfortably and start blabbering to fill the silence like you used to. “Why’d you make them call me?” Ghost asks when it’s clear that you won’t.

As soon as you explain, he’s out of here. Ghost meant it when he said he never wanted to see you again.

You’re the last living reminder of the past he’s tried so hard to kill. The beeping sounds of your heart monitor spell out his mistakes in a grating, irritating rhythm.

Your answer disappoints his expectations. “I didn’t actually think you’d show.” Ghost doesn’t hear any wistfulness or longing in your voice, anything that would tell him that you’re clinging on to the boy you thought he was. Only a bone-dry and hollow statement of facts.

“What do you want?”

You ignore his question. At fifteen, you were good at that. At twenty-five, you’re better. “You got any cigarettes I could bum? You look like you still smoke them,” You say as you fiddle with your torn, bleeding nail beds with the classic anxiety of nicotine withdrawal.

He does that too when a mission stretches too long without a resupply and he finishes his cigarettes early to stave off hunger.

Ghost remembers fighting with you over the pack of smokes he smuggled into the program. He would hold it way above your head and laugh as you struggled to reach them. But you never gave up - they were bad for him, and you liked him too much to see him die of lung cancer.

He remembers the determination in your eyes and your unwavering faith that he could be saved.

“They’re bad for you,” Ghost echoes.

If you remember that moment, you don’t show it. “You know what else is fucking bad for you?” Your tone is so acerbic that it gives him whiplash.

He can’t resist taking a shot. “What, being a prick?” You just… bring out the worst in him. You make him feel as unhinged and unmoored as he was when you first met.

You roll your bloodshot eyes.

“I wasn’t going to call you out on that. I was going to say benzos and vodka. Also throwing yourself headfirst off a bridge.”

“Oh.”

What is he supposed to say to that?

“Why did you come?” You ask after a long moment of quiet interspersed by that fucking heart monitor.

Ghost grinds his teeth into each other as he reflects. He hates doing that; the inside of his skull is a bad place. “…I don’t know,” He admits. Coming here was a mistake; Ghost understands that now.

The foul taste on the back of his tongue is guilt. But why? You did this to yourself. You brought him here to play games and fuck him up, so why is he the one who feels… bad?

You sigh. “Simon-“

“Ghost. It’s Ghost now,” He cuts you off with more violence than necessary.

Your mouth settles into a tight, pained line. “Ghost. Go away.”

“But you called me here.”

That provokes a reaction.

Ghost sees it and immediately wishes it hadn’t.

You stare him straight in the eye, your dilated pupils peel back his mask and see the face underneath. Your skin is tinged gray and your bottom lip blooms red with blood from where you’ve bitten through it.

He wants back the child sobbing for his forgiveness on her knees, who looked at him like he hung the stars in the sky.

“And it was a mistake, and I should never have done it, and I just wanted the satisfaction of knowing you weren’t going to pick up the phone. That I was truly alone.”

So the memory of him is a knife you’re using on yourself. Fucking disturbing.

“Oh.”

You raise an eyebrow as you wave. “Bye.”

Right.

That’s it.

Though your dismissal rankles, Ghost does as you ordered and takes his leave of you.

His work phone vibrates a few times.

Only one person calls that it. “Captain,” Ghost greets.

Captain Price clears his throat on the other side of the line. “Lieutenant. When can we expect you back?”

‘Tomorrow’ is on the tip of Ghost’s tongue.

He’s never taken a day off in his career, which means he’s got at least a year or two in built up vacation time. “I’ll be gone for a while longer, sir. Not sure yet how long,” Ghost answers promptly.

It’s only for a few more days, a week at most. Long enough to make sure you won’t try to kill yourself again, long enough for the guilt freezing his blood and choking his lungs to fade.

“Alright, Lieutenant. Keep us posted.”

“Yes, sir.”

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[jerzwriter]

A Novel Concept

Ethan Ramsey is in the dog house. It's apparently clear, and his buddy, Tobias, comes in with an assist. But will his advice help or hurt Ethan's chances of getting back in Kaycee's good graces?

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Kaycee MacClennan (F!MC) Characters: Tobias Carrick Rating: Teen Words: 1,778

A/N: Thank you, Nonny, for this ask from the @choicesaprilchallenge24 prompt “A picnic?! Have you swallowed a romance novel?”" It went a little longer than a drabble, I hope you don't mind! (Didn't have much time to edit... so hope it's all good!)

My Masterlist

The tension in the Diagnostic Team Office was almost palpable. So palpable that Harper retreated to her office nearly an hour before. But Tobias was braver than that – or just stupid; the jury was still out.

He remained behind, his eyes darting up from his laptop every time Ethan mumbled under his breath or Kaycee let out an exaggerated sigh. Both of them assumed Tobias was doing research on their recently admitted patient, blissfully unaware of the missive he was typing, all about professionalism in the workplace and why it’s ill-advised to date your colleagues. He’d shoot that to them in an e-mail once he was sure they were in better moods. But the truth was, Tobias Carrick was nosy and was not about to leave before he got the tea. And there had to be tea!

Tobias was in on the secret, but to most, Ethan and Kaycee were the worst-kept secret in Edenbrook. On a typical day, they were all heart eyes and butterflies, but today, they barely acknowledged each other during their morning meeting, and that hadn’t changed since its end. Even Kaycee incessantly tapping her pen against the conference table hadn’t earned any commentary from the stone-faced Dr. Ramsey. Not a single sarcastic comment, endearing remark, or complaint fell from his lips.

Kaycee was the one to finally break the standoff. Standing up with a huff, she pointedly looked at Tobias and announced she was going to make her rounds. With a side-eyed glance at Ethan, she slunk out the door without another word. Tobias waited patiently for his friend to open up... but that never occurred. If the man retained water as much as he did his emotions, he’d be their next patient, not to mention a sideshow act: Edenbrook’s human blowfish! Tobias laughed at the image in his mind, finally requiring his friend to acknowledge his presence.

“Care to share what’s so amusing?” He said after clearing his throat. “Did you finally figure out the knock-knock joke Dr. Lewis told at the conference two weeks ago, or are you imagining what your latest conquest’s reaction will be when she figures out how old you really are?”

Tobias pushed back from the table with a raised brow, “Really? Do you want to go there, Ramsey? Because according to my calculations, Kaycee is about three years younger than my latest... has she figured it out yet?”

Mouth agape, Ethan was eager to change the course of the conversation. “So... what were you laughing at.”

“I was imagining you as a human blowfish.”

“You know what... remind me to never ask you what’s on your mind again. It’s too dark and scary in there.”

“As if you could resist!” Tobias laughed. “But I want to know what’s on your mind. What’s with you and my buddy MacKlennan? You could cut the tension in here with a knife this morning.”

“Nothing is going on,” Ethan said, offering no genuine attempt at being convincing.

“You’re a shitty liar, Ramsey. What did you do?”

Ethan finally looked up from his notebook. “Why do you automatically assume I’m the one to blame?”

“Because you usually are,” Tobias smirked. “Now, what’s going on?”

Ethan took off his glasses, placing them on the table with a sigh as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Kaycee is mad at me because I forgot our six-month anniversary.”

“Man,” Tobias chuckled, “You suck.”

“That’s not the worst part. See, I didn’t forget. But it happened to coincide with me coming off my second double in three days. I was so tired. I truly thought it was still a day away.”

“But that’s understandable, and Kaycee is reasonable. Why would she be so upset with you over that?”

“Probably because I followed up with ‘who celebrates six-month anniversaries anyway? High school students and people who are certain they’ll never hit the year mark.”  

“Really?” Tobias glared. “All these years, and still none of my charm and charisma has rubbed off on you? What were you thinking?”

“I wasn’t!” Ethan protested. “I was exhausted and cranky.”

“YOU?” Tobias teased.

“I’ve apologized a half-dozen times, but she still barely speaks to me.”

“Well, in fairness, she’s worked a lot this week, too. I doubt either of you are your best selves right now.”

“Thank you, Mother Oprah. Now, do you have any wisdom to help me repair this situation?”

“As a matter of fact, I do, wiseass... but keep talking like that, and you can add me to the list of people barely speaking to you.”

“All right,” Ethan surrendered. “I’ll be nice...how do I fix this?”

“A sincere apology, not the half-assed shit I’m sure you’ve mustered so far... and then you’re going to have to go all out to celebrate your anniversary.”

“I’ve already made reservations at Mistral. I just don’t think she’ll want to join me at this point.”

Tobias waved a dismissive hand. “Anyone can make reservations at Mistral. You need to do something better than that,” he snapped his fingers as an idea came to mind. “A picnic! Show up at her place with a picnic basket filled with her favorite treats, then take her to a pretty, secluded spot... for a small fee, I can share some of my favorite places... you may even have to pick wildflowers for her, buddy.”

“A picnic?” Ethan sneered. “Have you swallowed a romance novel?”

“Fine!” Tobias said, shutting his laptop and rising to his feet. “If you don’t want my advice, figure it out on your own.”

“Wait, wait...” Ethan softened. “I’m sorry, did I mention the sleep deprivation?”

“You did... but face it, we all know you’re still an ass when fully rested.”

“A picnic?” Ethan asked, ignoring him. “Do you really think she’d like that?”

“Chicks, dig that shit,” Tobias insisted, pulling a pen from his lab coat to jot some notes. “Here... these are some very romantic spots within driving distance, and the name of a little gourmet deli in Cambridge that will make a great lunch and pair it with the perfect wine... I can write some of my go-to lines when I need to get out of the dog house if you like?”

“No... no... I’m good. If I’m honest, I don’t think you’ve had a relationship that lasted more than three months in the past decade, so I may need a different approach.”

“Yeah, but that’s not because they didn’t want them to last longer... I think you’re missing out.”

The sound of footsteps approaching caused the men’s heads to turn toward the door, where they saw Kaycee coming down the hall.

“Shh!” Tobias ordered. “She’s back! Here’s your chance.... turn on the charm, bro. I know you’ve got it in you.”

Oblivious to Tobias, Kaycee walked up to Ethan with a look of contrition. “Ethan, we have to talk.”

“No,” he said, reaching for her hand. “I have to talk. I am so sorry for being a jerk. It’s not an excuse, but I’ve been tired and more of a curmudgeon than usual. But of course our six-month anniversary is something to be celebrated. I hope you know how much each day I’m with you means to me, and I hope you’ll let me make it up to you.”

Kaycee let out a breath, and her lips twisted into a tender smile. “I mean, I kind of like the fact that you’re a curmudgeon... just not when it’s aimed directly at me.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, brushing a tendril away from her face. “If you’ll forgive me, I will make it up to you.”

“Oh, will you?” she simpered. “What do you have in mind?”

“Well,” Ethan glanced at silent Tobias, who gave him the thumbs up. “I know this quiet little spot on Spectacle Island. I thought we could go there for a picnic. I’ll get your favorite wine, some baguettes, a nice brie... chocolates for after. Maybe we can pick some flowers before, you know...”

“Really?” she asked, “That’s what you want to do? A picnic?”

“Why? Don’t you like the idea?”

“I do,” Kaycee insisted. “It’s just... it doesn’t sound like you. Did you swallow a romance novel or something?”

Ethan's eyes shoot to Tobias, who bursted into laughter.

“Tobias?” Kaycee said, finally noticing he was in the room.  

“I’m sorry! I’m leaving,” he grinned. “But you two need to work whatever you’ve got going on, and do it now... because, I swear,  you two... you’re perfect for each other.

Ethan smiled proudly and wrapped an arm around Kaycee’s shoulder as Tobias slunk out of the room. “He’s right, you know... we are.”

“He is,” she blushed. “But be honest... the picnic... that was his idea, not yours. Right?”

“What? Don’t you think I’m capable of planning a romantic date for you?”

“Of course you are! And you have, but did you come up with this idea?”

Ethan leaned back against his desk with a sigh, pulling Kaycee against him. “How did you know?”

“Hon, do you have any idea how many people he’s brought to Spectacle Island? The stories in the hospital are legendary.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously! Nurses...doctors... the new PT assistant in pediatrics.... the communications director....”

“All right,” Ethan laughed. “I get it... so that means we won’t be making a spectacle of ourselves on Spectacle Island?”

“Well, it’s not that I’m opposed – but we can do it our way, not Tobias’s.”

“Then what do you say we go with the evening I had planned for us?”

“Oh?” She asked curiosity piqued. “And what did you have in mind?”

“I was thinking we could get all dressed up,” he said, placing a kiss behind her ear.

“Mmm... go on.”

“Dinner at Mistral?” he offered, brushing her hair away from her neck as his lips traced her newly exposed skin. “Maybe a little dancing after... so I can show you off?”

“Mmmhh,” she sighed. “And then?”

“Then we go back to my place... and we get to  take off all those fancy clothes...”

Kaycee pulled back with a playful smile. “To do what, exactly, Dr. Ramsey?”

“Things that will make you forget you were ever mad at me?” he winked.

“Now... how can I resist that. When will you be picking me up?”

“Saturday? Six o’clock?”

“It’s a date,” she beamed. “And Ethan?”

“Yes?”

“You’re pretty good at this romance thing all on your own.”

“Shhh,” he whispered in her ear. “Don’t let that get out. I have a reputation to uphold.”

“I get it,” she said, stepping away and straightening her clothes. She was at the door when she turned with a smile. “We can’t have anyone thinking you swallowed a romance novel.”

~~~~~

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Tagging others separately.

[accio-victuuri]

selfie points, custom red envelope, joint celebration rumors & AU pairings 🧧🎉🎉

happy CNY to all of you! it’s a happy day for the fandom and not even because of candies— but due to fans making so many content as new year gifts. i have personally enjoyed the photos and video edits of AU pairings. you can check this round-up for the links of those posts so you can enjoy all of it 🫶🏼

the best way to start this post is to clown over xz’s CNY selfie. this is usual for zz, posting one during this day and every year, we tend to speculate over it so this is a tradition already. lol. anyway, i wanna explain more on the caption and the exclamation he was using: 龘龘龘龘！

thank you to baidu for explaining and it makes sense now why he used it: 龘 (pronounced as dá, ㄉㄚˊ [7] ) is a Chinese character with the radical dragon, a variant of "龖" , and the meaning of the character refers to the shape of a flying dragon.

dragon fits because it’s the year of the dragon and he also used an emoji for that. his hand was also posed as the claw of a dragon. 🐲

now back to candies related to this selfie...

people are saying that this was taken using his wechat camera and in selfie mode. which, like what we usually cpn, is because he was sending it to someone else. what we got is another leftover selfie. another one is what’s drawn/reflected in his eye? if you’ve been here long enough, you may be familiar with people saying that ZZ will edit his eyes to show something else. there were examples before that were kinda believable but i personally think it’s a stretch. xz is definitely an artist who loves to hide things in his art, which includes his photos so it is probable. i just don’t know how far he will take it. what fans are comparing it to as possible reference are the two: happy camp hand stand or a photo of wyb in SDC 6.

my favorite part tho is the second photo shared. i always feel like if xz is only giving us 2 photos, then it means something. the selfie makes sense— but the other one? i actually expected him to share a photo of food that he is eating. anyway, it’s a winterberry ( one of it’s names ) and is a known means health and longevity, no illness or disaster, suitable for decorating during spring festival it is believed to bring happiness and good luck.

this is seen frequently in relation to ZZ:

One old cpn we have is that WYB gives him this in bouquets for his filming wrap up events knowing that he likes it. maybe not exactly how it looks but what it means. most popular being during OOL. He posted a different bouquet from what was given to him by the crew as per the wrap up bts video 👀 so why? what’s so important? was he trying to make someone happy? that is mostly explained in the last part of this post.

the speculation is he included that because wyb gave it to him. or that he gifted it to WYB, who took a photo of it and sent it back to him so he is sharing as well. wait… where did we get that idea? 🤔

again, another galaxy brain observation… the wall. it’s not the most unique kind of wall and it’s hard to tell in wyb’s video— but this video went on HS today as wyb’s new year greeting. so it kinda makes sense that gg will use that clue. wherever this was taken, probably wyb’s office, that’s where he placed the flowers. mister photographer wyb then took a photo and sent it to zz to show his appreciation for it.

lastly, a tiny clue from yibo-official is the emoji they used for their cny greeting. does it look familiar????

AHHHHHHH! What a coincidence!!!! 👀

to add this “emoji clue” in his photo that includes this hat. this freakin hat that launched a ton of cpn posts. interesting….

NEXT IS YBO’s custom red envelope cover for this year. They also did this last year, which we also clowned over.

black panther is something that in this fandom is widely accepted cpn was made by xz. and it’s still there. the panther looks like he has something that looks like what xz wore and drew before. also those personal connections to wyb like the 85 and skateboard, which i understand is a common yibo element and anyone can just add it. personally, i think xz did the panther on the shoulder only. 🤍

I will lightly discuss the rumor going around cpfs, especially the morning of 2/9 when cpfs have noticed that both zz and wyb have turned off their ip address locator on douyin. this usually means they don’t want people to know where they are. there are rumors that zz’s parents already arrived in Hengdian the night before 2/8 and that wyb + his parents are also going to HD so the whole joint family can spend CNY together ♥️

tho i have to say HD is a populated place, but i feel like most people will have the day off and the two are so careful so they won’t get caught. Treat this as fanfic for now. if this is true, we will clues in the next months. that’s just how turtle cpns go.

-END.

[buzzyboi79]

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD.

Im writing this at work on break. I HAVE EIGHT MINUTES. SPEED RUN.

So so so. I saw a tiktok and i HAVE to reenact it with katsuki bc his HORNY ASS would do it. (Also im dumb as hell and didnt copy the link so here we are. If i find it ill edit it-)

No beta, we die like ch 362

Bakugou x reader, slight nsfw, more of some innuendos than anything

MDNI

Okay so in this basically you and Katsuki just got drive through sammies okay? (Hes not thrilled by it either. Preferring home cooked meals. “They’re so fuckin unhealthy you dumbass.”) And yall are driving home when this happened.

“I still don’t fuckin understand why you HAD to get food from there. Its shitty as hell and gonna make your skin look like shit.” He huffs, gripping the steering wheel tight in one hand while grabbing said food, a fry, in the other.

You roll your eyes back at him. “Katsuki. I don’t eat it every day. I promise. I was just feeling lazy today-”

He still grumbles to himself, choosing to turn up the music instead of responding to you.

You turn it down a bit to which he glares at you, and turns it back up. This goes on a couple times before you get a devilish idea.

You calmly smile at him before setting your sandwich down on the console between the two of you. Katsuki was not thrilled at this sudden change in demeanor.

“Whats that look for- why the hell you smirking like that-” he raises an eyebrow at you, while you give no sign of speaking.

“Oi- what the fuck- talk to me-” He’s swiftly cut off by your body twisting towards him in his seat and leaning over towards his lap. Towards his cock, to be specific.

Immediately his first instinct is to lift his arm without even taking his eyes off the road, and allow you to do whatever it is you wanted. And usually what you wanted, benefited him well. (Wink wink).

“Really-? Right no-” He doesnt even finish his sentence before he hears the sound of you biting into your sandwich. The same one that was sitting on the council between you two.

The same one that just cockblocked him.

You set the sandwich down and look up at him with a smile, cheeks still full of your food.

His eyes actually flicker off the road now, looking at you in disbelief. Disbelief in the fact that you really just did that to him.

You swallow thickly, making sure to give him a clear view of it before settling back into your seat all innocently. “Ya know Kats. That sandwich is pretty good, we should get another one sometime.”

He’s still in shock for a moment before righting himself and ignoring the raging hard on straining his pants. He didn’t know if he was more turned on at the fact he almost got sucked off in the car, or that you had the audacity to pull that off.

“I can tell you one thing, y/n, you sure as hell aren’t making me want to get this fast food shit again.” He grumbles seemingly to himself before adjusting in bit seat, not to go unnoticed by you.

“Hmm. Such a hard ass. It’s okay though. Im still hungry so I’ll make something when I get home.” You grin again, knowing you’re riling him up further.

He lets out a breathy laugh before sending you a glare from the corner of his eyes. “Oh trust me. You’ll definitely be getting a snack when we get home.”

Well, if you weren’t stuffed already, you know you would be by the end of the night.

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Francis Drake Main Story

This is a rough translation. I’ll edit this if I find the time. Expect mistakes.

Would it be a betrayal to carry on this love?

Like the shore of a calm sea, it clung to my heart and shattered my feelings like a raging storm.

(I...)

I tightly grasped the fate entrusted to my hands.

With a snap, colorful fireworks burst against the clear blue sky.

Mitsuki: "Wow! Even the fireworks in the daytime are beautiful."

Napoleon: "Yeah. The weather's good, and there's a lively crowd here again today."

Petals were dancing in the air, and everyone was smiling and having a good time as the mansion's residents visited the venue of the World Expo in Paris.

Leonardo: "Some acquaintances of mine have mentioned that there are people similar to us who have visited multiple times."

Napoleon: "Makes sense. There's so much to see that visiting only once wouldn't do it justice."

Arthur: "Mitsuki, how about coming here alone with me next time? You know, like a date?"

Mitsuki: "Hmm, I'm flattered by the invitation, but I'll think about it."

Theo: "It seems that frivolous writers only focus on flirting when they come to a place like this."

Theo: "Broer, let's take some time to admire the paintings. Hmm? Broer, where are you?"

Vincent: "Theo, over here! Let's try riding the moving walkway!"

(Hehe, it's rare for everyone to go out together. They all seem excited.)

(Hmm?)

I smiled and suddenly saw a couple wearing kimonos pass by me.

(Japan, huh?)

I felt a sense of nostalgia and remembered when I first arrived in this era.

I traveled from Japan to France for a vacation in the 21st century.

During this trip, I slipped through a mysterious door I found at the Louvre Museum and time-slipped to 19th-century Paris, where I met historical figures from different countries and eras who live as vampires at a mansion I arrived at.

Napoleon: "Hey, Mitsuki. Is something wrong?"

Mitsuki: "Sorry, I was just spacing out."

Napoleon: "Geez, you're supposed to enjoy yourself today. If you just sit there, we'll leave you behind."

Mitsuki: "Wait, Napoleon!"

I smiled and hurriedly chased after Napoleon, who laughed wickedly, leaving behind a nostalgic feeling that touched my heart.

A few days later一

Mitsuki: "I'm back! Huh?"

Charles: "Welcome back, Mitsuki! Do you want to take a bath? Eat something? Or me? It's me, right?"

Faust: "Stop being so shameless, Charles."

Among the faces that greeted me when I returned from shopping were Faust and Charles.

They live in an old castle and would occasionally visit like this.

Mitsuki: "Welcome, both of you. What brings you here today?"

Faust: "We accompanied Lord Vlad for some business. I thought I'd also give the butler some medicine."

Sebastian: "Thank you as always, Faust."

At one point, Sebastian fell ill, and Faust prescribed him a special medicine.

Since then, Faust has occasionally checked on his condition, and Sebastian no longer complains of discomfort.

(He said he was just the right test subject for the new drug, but I'm glad Sebastian is feeling better.)

Charles: "I have a souvenir for you, Dazai. The teacher at the orphanage wants you to create a children's story."

Dazai: "Oh dear, I thought you were going to give me some delicious sweets, but it's about work."

Isaac: "Shouldn't you be grateful? Even a flaky person like you can at least be somewhat useful."

Dazai and Charles seemed to run into each other often in town and had become quite friendly.

I even sometimes saw Isaac getting caught up in their shenanigans.

Jean: "I thought it was noisy, but I didn't realize you guys were here."

Mozart: "*sigh* Has this mansion become a gathering place for vampires?"

Shakespeare: "*chuckles* The number of residents and visitors has increased so much. It's completely different from when I lived here."

Jean, Mozart, and Shakespeare came to the dining room.

Mitsuki: "I didn't know you were here, too, Shakespeare. By the way, I heard you have a new play."

Shakespeare: "I'm honored that you remembered. I came here to deliver the tickets."

Shakespeare: "My business here is done. Mitsuki, Vlad, and Comte are asking for you."

Shakespeare: "They have something they want to talk about."

(Talk?)

In the dark, quiet hallway lined with paintings, sculptures, and various antiques from different countries and eras, the sound of footsteps echoed.

The man making those footsteps lightly stroked the handle of the knife hanging at his waist with his fingertips and grinned.

Mitsuki: "Phew. The night breeze feels good."

I stepped out onto the balcony and enjoyed the coolness of the air that soothed my slightly flushed skin after having some alcohol.

The impromptu dinner party that was hastily organized because everyone had gathered together ended when Faust and Charles took Vlad, who had drunk too much wine and collapsed, home.

(Another fun day, thanks to everyone being here.)

As I thought this, I remembered what Comte and Vlad had told me earlier.

------------Flashback------------

Comte: "I've been checking the status of that door, but the other side is still not stable."

Vlad: "The door at my old castle is the same."

Comte: “The hallway appears as it cycles between abnormal and normal, but sometimes the time and space beyond it are distorted. I don't think I can send you back to your original world.”

Vlad: "I'm sorry, Mitsuki. The cause of the anomaly might be us."

Mitsuki: "What do you mean?"

Vlad: "That hallway connects to various eras. The fact that the space is distorted means that distortions are occurring in history and the world."

Their love for this world drove them to revive eternal flowers and transform historical figures into vampires, contradicting the laws of the world.

They explained that this action might be influencing the proper course of history, resulting in a warping of time and space.

Mitsuki: “No, I’m grateful that you’re investigating. But isn’t there danger involved in checking the door?”

Mitsuki: “Please don’t push yourself too hard. It’d hurt me if something were to happen to the two of you.”

Vlad: “Mitsuki.”

(Also...)

Mitsuki: “As I met everyone and spent all those precious days with them, I began to feel like this 19th century is another place I belong.”

Mitsuki: “Even if I can’t return to the 21st century, I think living here might be my destiny.”

(So please don’t worry about me.)

I conveyed this, and both Comte and Vlad nodded as if they understood my feelings.

---------Flashback Ends---------

(I really mean what I said back then.)

(Staying in this world is also one way of living for me.)

I’m fortunate to have food, shelter, and clothing, all thanks to the help of everyone in the mansion. But even considering that gratitude, everyone I’ve met has become incredibly important to me.

(I love this world. It’s a precious place for me, but...)

My feet were naturally heading towards that door.

(The world I used to live in is beyond that door.)

Thoughts of family, friends, and work that had become distant crossed my mind, and a hazy mist spread across my chest.

(If the door’s anomaly doesn’t get fixed, I have no other choice but to choose to live here.)

I do feel that way, but I don’t think it’s right to choose to live here just because there’s no other choice.

(If I keep having these negative thoughts, everyone will worry again.)

I shook my head to dispel the negative thoughts and turned my back to the door.

At that moment, I heard a creaking sound from behind.

(Huh?)

I turned around, and the door, which no one had touched, slowly opened before me.

Mitsuki: “Kyaah!?”

Then something flew out of the gap.

(Was that a bird just now!?)

Although I couldn’t see it clearly, a vivid red bird crossed my field of vision.

I followed it with my eyes, but suddenly my body was forcefully pulled back, and something cold touched my neck.

It was a dull, gleaming knife.

(---!?)

???: “The woman of destiny.”

I heard a whisper up close and felt a hand grab me, along with the presence of someone behind me.

Fear swelled within me at this sudden situation, and I turned around cautiously to meet the gaze of clear aquamarine eyes.

???: “Don’t move. This thing can cut through anything.”

???: “I’m not going to take anything away from you. Where is this place, and who are you?”

Mitsuki: “This is a mansion in 19th-century Paris. I’m Mitsuki, one of the residents.”

Mitsuki: “Who are you?”

I spoke the words in a trembling voice, and the man restraining me stared at me with unreadable eyes.

Drake: "I'm Francis. Francis Drake."

(Francis?)

Even though I heard the name, I had no idea who he was, so I continued to tense up.

Suddenly, the man let out a sigh, easing the tension.

Drake: "You've been trembling this whole time. Well, given the situation, I guess that's understandable."

Drake: "I suddenly ended up in a place like this, so I'm also confused as hell."

Drake: "Don't be too scared, little fawn."

For some reason, he called me that and grinned mischievously.

【 Masterlist ╎ Next Part 】

[saylor-twift]

Good Enough

second part to Just a Little More, hehe. also i lowkey got kinda antsy to have this posted so i apologize on behalf of only the first half being proofread. maybe ill go back and edit this later, but probably not lmao 🤷‍♀️

word count: 2919

The morning that arises is a rather chilly one. But not the kind that makes you shiver, clench your jaw and curse at mother nature, rather the kind you smile at, because the tingling sensation of cold creeping up your arms into your shoulder blades simply gives you the excuse to throw on your favorite sweater, along with a soft scarf and, if you’re truly committed, a steaming cup of tea. Or, in this case, maybe two. The second waits patiently on the windowsill for its owner, steam wafting from the top and fogging up a portion of the adjacent window. At first glance, it may look like you simply wanted a second cup of tea ready for your own desires, but what one wouldn’t be able to tell at first glance is that the second cup happens to be devoid of any of the other spices and honeys that make up the one in your hand. No, the second one is pure, raw, bitter tea leaves only, because it’s not for you, it’s for that one special person who takes his tea, in his words, to the “…true flavor of life. Raw and unadulterated.”

It always causes a chuckle to arise from your chest whenever you think about it. It was odd, but also so very much like him to convey so much wisdom about life regarding something so simple as a bitter cup of tea. You lean your head against the window, bringing your own cup to your lips and relishing in the delightful shiver it sends up your spine, the warmth of the liquid starkly contrasting with the feel of your skin. Typically, the Sereniteapot’s weather was rather consistent, remaining the same, warm spring weather year-round. However, on occasion, when the teapot “malfunctioned”, for lack of a better word and decided to grow a mind of its own, the weather would shift, just the slightest bit. Sometimes it would be windy, a pleasant zephyr drafting through the abundant plains of grass, sometimes it would rain, though nothing more than a sprinkle. And some days, like today, the warming system of the pot went down for a few hours, resulting in a late-autumn early-winter type of atmosphere. There wasn’t much you could do about it rather than wait it out, but it’s not really like you were complaining, a little change was refreshing from time to time.

You blow a puff of air over the top of your cup, smiling at how the steam dissipates for a moment, only to return a second later.

“No commissions today?”

A voice comes from a few paces behind your shoulder. Your eyebrows instantly shoot up you hook your gaze over your shoulder, that familiar sensation of butterflies in your stomach creeping up on you once again the second you make contact with his pair of electric indigo irises. You smile, but not as great as you want to, barely refraining from breaking out into a full on grin. Shaking your head, you reply.

“Not yet, at least.”

“You’re not typically one to slack off. Is there a reason?” He takes a seat next to you, crossing his arms as well as one leg over the other. He steals a glance at the unclaimed teacup next to the window.

“I wanted to wait for you.” You think to yourself, not daring to say such a thing out loud. You simply shrug. “Just wanted a little break today, I guess. Routine doesn’t need to be maintained all of the time.” You take another sip from your warm liquid. “That’s yours, by the way. If you’d like.” You nod your head towards the cup, and he raises an eyebrow. He opens his mouth, most likely to make some remark on his aversion towards sweetness, but you interrupt before he can speak. “I didn’t put anything in it. I’ve tasted it beforehand, it’s quite bitter. Shockingly so, actually. Would you try it? I would like to know if it’s to your taste.”

He pauses, staring at the cup with an expression that’s not quite readable, but not exactly nonexistent either. It’s almost as if he’s debating on taking the cup at all, or maybe even wondering if you’ve tried to poison him. You can’t quite tell. He reaches out, pulling his hand back in hesitation. You laugh at this. “What’s wrong, are you afraid of it?” You tease, fighting to hold back the never ending giggles that bubble up your throat. It really wasn’t that funny, (it was to you) you just couldn’t help it.

He rolls his eyes, as expected, not forgetting to shoot you with one of his signature glares. “I’m not afraid, I’m just skeptical of your tea-making skills. I don’t have very high hopes for you.” He retorts.

“Ohhh, everyone’s a critic. Just try it.” You smirk, watching him eagerly over the rim of your mug as you take another sip. By this point, the tea was no longer steaming and could be sipped comfortably without the previously required caution so as to not burn your tongue. He huffs in amusement, side-eyeing you for another second before he decides that yes, he will indulge you, and picks up the mug. He takes a sip, and you make sure to scrutinize every single reaction that could possibly come from him. He furrows his brows only slightly, but what does it mean? “…well?” You prod, fingers tightening around your own cup in anticipation.

“Well.” He responds, carefully setting the cup down and crossing his arms. He looks back at you, his expression once again unreadable. “It’s not awful, I’ll give you that.” You smile, chuckling smugly to yourself. “Don’t look so pleased. I’m not saying I like it.” He gives you a stern look. “Whatever. That’s good enough for me. You’ll come around one day.” You say, bringing your tea up to take another sip, only to be abruptly stopped by his next words. “And what makes you think I’ll be staying around long enough to find out?” He soon comes to regret those words, eyebrows furrowing at the way your eyebrows momentarily shoot up, your cup centimeters away from your lips. The lips he so badly wanted for himself. Most people wouldn’t have noticed the way a flash of hurt passes through your features, only to be instantly replaced by a dry laugh. Not him, though. He’s rather prone to studying your every move, and was quick to pick up on the millisecond-long mood change.

You sigh through your nose. “Uh- I guess nothing. I was just- nevermind.” You laugh it off, deciding against the idea of finishing your sentence.

I was just hoping you would.

He inhales sharply, absentmindedly taking a sip of his tea, missing the way you raise an eyebrow in amusement. It once again turns into a frown as you recall the evening a few days prior. It was likely the closest you had ever been to him, or anybody for that matter. If you think about it hard enough, which to be honest hardly required any effort at all, the memory practically being ingrained into your mind, you can picture exactly how it felt. His firm grip around your waist as he hoisted the both of you off the ground assisted by his anemo vision, the wind occasionally brushing a strand or two of his hair against your own cheek, and though it almost embarrassed you to admit how much it affected you, his scent being carried to your sinuses through that same exact breeze. It wasn’t outstanding by any means, but it was alluring all the same. He smelled fresh, like the outdoors he was so fond of wandering through, with the faint undertone of the lavender soap used for washing clothes. Without even realizing, you would find yourself inhaling deeper than usual whenever the wind blew a little stronger when the two of you were together.

If he notices your hesitation, he decides to make no comment on it, the two of you both turning your heads to stare out the window. He can’t help but send quick glances towards you through his peripheral vision, whether to study your expression or just to look at you for the sake of doing so, he’s not even sure that he knows. With a gentle ping, you set your empty cup back down on the windowsill. With slight surprise, he looks down into his own glass to find it nearly empty as well. He knows that you’ll never let him hear the end of it, the nearly empty cup implying that he did actually appreciate your cup of tea, but he decides he’s not in any mood to try and hide it at the moment. You take a shaky inhale, speaking softly. “What do you plan on doing now?” The rest of your thoughts once again going unsaid. …since you’re not coming with me?

In all honesty, it was likely a bit unwise of you to have jumped to such conclusions. After all the time you’d been spending together, you had this odd recurring thought that it might not be so bad if he decided to accompany you more in the future. But you know he has his own duties to attend to, being indebted to the Lesser Lord and such. Not to mention his own worries he still has left to sort out for himself.

He turns his head to look at you. “..huh?”

“I mean, are you staying in Sumeru? Are you going to continue helping Nahida?”

Oh, right. That.

“I’m indebted to her in more ways than one. I’m staying until she no longer has any use for me. After that…” He trails off.

“You know Nahida doesn’t see you as just a tool, right? She’s not just going to discard you. She cares for you, whether you realize that or not.”

You fold your hands together in your lap, turning your full body to face him.

“Or maybe it’s you who doesn’t realize. I’m not exactly easy to care for.” He scowls, typical of him to do whenever such topics are brought up. Despite having gotten remarkably better, he still struggles when it comes to how he views himself. “Well, I think it’s unfair to call anything inherently easy, everything has its moments. But for what it’s worth… you’re not that hard to care for.”

He scoffs, leaning his head back against the wall with an audible thud. “And what would you know about care-“

“Do you not think I care about you..?” You ask, bordering dangerously close to a little too much tentativeness. He instantly lifts his head back up, putting on his best “I can’t believe you just said that” expression. He scoffs again. Just how many times has he scoffed throughout the last ten minutes? “You’d be a fool if you did.” He retorts.

“But.. you care about me, do you not?” You ask. His gaze falls back to your lips as they move, the same damn lips he was so close to kissing he could practically feel it if he tried hard enough. His face was so warm he could feel it. He does care about you, a concerning amount, dammit. His next words are purely on impulse and purely a last resort to save any last bit of dignity he might have left at this moment. “As a matter of fact, I do not-“

“Please don’t do that.” You interrupt sternly, this time not bothering to hide the hurt and disappointment as it creeps up your features. “Please don’t pretend. That hurts, you know? And it’s selfish, because I know why you’re doing it. You’re pretending like I’m nothing to you just so that you can appear the way you want to. And listen, I know you’re hurting, I know what you’ve been through and how it’s taking hold of you know, but for once, can’t you just give it a break? Give yourself a break?” You sigh once you finish speaking, brows remaining furrowed downward. He is, quite literally, speechless. You might as well have smacked him right in the face. He stares at you with a rather uncharacteristically stunned expression. It’s not often people can get him at such a loss for words. He knows you’re right, the little pit of guilt forming in his abdomen being stone cold proof of that.

“Or, maybe, it’s selfish of me. But when are you finally going to just let yourself exist and be happy?” You continue, and he’s unsure if that’s all you said or if there was more to it. He wouldn’t know, his mind was too loud.

“I- that’s not…” He stumbles over his words. “That is not what I meant.” He’s absolutely certain that if he possessed a heart, it would be thundering against his ribcage at this very moment. Now would be the perfect chance to prove you wrong, if he would just stop being such a coward for once. You were absolutely right, when was he going to allow himself to simply exist and feel? And for the record, didn’t he say the next time he got such a chance, he wouldn’t hesitate? So why is he still hesitating? He knows if he waits any longer, it will only lead to more and more pining, and even more regret. “Then what do you mean, Kunimitsu?” You ask, and anybody else in this situation would have likely had undertones of exasperation, but the way you speak is nothing short of pure patience and understanding. You always knew just how to treat him.

He sighs. It truly is now or never, isn’t it? He loves you. He knows that. And if he doesn’t admit it now, he likely never will. So, with a completely impulsive surge of confidence, he shows you what he means. Actions speak so much louder than words, after all.

He uses his hands as leverage to scoot himself closer to you, the skin of his thigh coming directly next to yours, skin now on skin. He just stares at you. Your eyes. Your lips. Eyes again. Lips. You raise an eyebrow, too afraid too say anything and too unsure to make any sort of move. He takes one last breath. Right now or fucking never, he thinks to himself. You jolt as he places his hands on top of your shoulders, using them to pull you into him. You gasp as his lips press against yours. Despite the forcefulness, the kiss is tender and featherlight, and you find yourself instantly melting, putting a hand to the back of his head when he begins to pull away. The other snakes up to his shoulder where it finds purchase on the side of his face. You feel your own heart drumming against your chest at a rapid pace, the butterflies in your stomach swarming at an alarming rate. You take a shaky inhale, too excited that you forget you were even a little hurt by him in the first place.

At this point, he has no idea what to do. Your hands are all over him, though he himself feels like a statue. Shouldn’t he have more control? He initiated this, after all. With a shaky hand, he decides the best place of settlement is a top your waist, his thumb gently rubbing circles against the fabric of your top. If the feeling was unpleasant, you make no signs of showing it. To you, it actually warmed your heart to know that he was brave enough (and cared enough) to touch you. With some reluctance, you pull away, dying to know what’s going on in that head of his. You look up at him lovingly, still cupping his face with both hands. You stifle a laugh, that warm bubbly feeling practically taking over you as it takes every ounce of concentration to not burst into a fit of giggles at just how damn pretty he looks right now.

“What!?” He asks, clearly annoyed, though his cheeks are still obviously flushed. “So you do care!” You gush, grinning madly.

“Obviously, that’s what I was trying to convey.” He mutters, turning his head away in some sort of attempt at concealing his embarrassment. You, however, are having absolutely none of it, and gently turn him back to face you. “I care about you too. Very, very much.” You coo, giving him one more quick peck.

By now, it’s clear how he feels about you. Whether or not either of you plan on saying it out loud yet is still undetermined, though the kiss seemed to take all he had, so saying those three special words might take a little longer. And as much as you want to hear him say it, he deserves to hear it first from you, someone who he knows wouldn’t tell him a lie. As independent as he is, everybody knows how nice it is to have someone by your side, no matter how hard they try and deny it. You decide, right then and there, that you will be that person for him. He knows, and he wants it more than anything else. So, with your own little surge of confidence, you lean your forehead against his and speak in a hushed, tender whisper. “And… I love you.” You don’t need to hear it back right away, you know he does too. He’ll say it when he’s ready, and you’re happy to wait for him as long as it takes.

[bunnakit]

last twilight e3 thoughts feelings etc

so in the past ive watched the episodes and digested them and come back and rewatched to put together my thoughts but im kinda crunched for time today and have a mountain of work to do sooo i'm just gonna do this in one sitting and i'm so sorry if it's not as good or as coherent as what i usually deliver aaa. it's also going to be a bit longer than normal probably but i'll try to cut down on stuff that seems unnecessary or maybe just too obvious to comment on.

OH ITS STILL REALLY LONG EVEN WITH EDITING I'M SO SORRY.

oh them being playful with each other is everything to me. oh my god and Mhok learned, he listened to Porjai and he learned to organize and clean and do things with Day as an active participant so he knows where everything is and is taking control of his own life. oh we're only 3 minutes in and i'm emotional, okay.

i do love that we get to see the way Day has isolated himself and that while his family haven't helped there's also a large part of it that is his doing. ive said it before but when you're newly disabled it can be so so easy to isolate yourself. hell, i've been diagnosed for almost 10 years and i still do it from time to time as my condition worsens because it's hard. there are so many questions you have to answer, there's the anxiety of not knowing if people are going to be accommodating to your needs, and sometimes it takes twice or even three times the energy it used to take before because every action is a little harder now. it can be terrifying to put yourself out there again and you will lose friends in the process. there will be people that don't understand, that find you to be an inconvenience, that won't make accommodations for you, and it will hurt every time but saying goodbye to those people is always ultimately for the better - but it doesn't make it hurt less. as much as i'd love the realism of it, i hope we don't have to see Day go through that.

Day's story about his friend is interesting, too. he says he doesn't want to be pitied by his friends but the thing is. they just did that, they accommodated their friend, and from the sound of it they did it without judgement. so why couldn't it be the same for him? it just shows more of his anxiety and his fear.

"once i'm ready you'll be the first to get my invitation card." Porjai and Mhok's friendship means so so fucking much to me.

"i felt like my life was worthless. all i saw in people's eyes was insult."

screaming. crying. throwing up. i don't need to say anything about this but i thought you all should know it made me ill.

here's the thing, my best friend and i dated in high school, we were 16 and fucking stupid and toxic and our home lives were shit and we took it out on each other and we made each other fucking miserable by the end of things. we didn't talk again for over five years. it took time to come back together, to heal and accept our own faults in what went wrong. we stumbled here and there as we came back together but now? almost 10 years later i don't know what i'd do without him. that's my platonic soulmate, that's the one person besides my husband i can share anything with. fuck, he knows more about my life than my husband does because he was there to see me at my worst, at the scariest point in my life where i almost wasn't around anymore to see tomorrow. that kind of friendship is so fucking special, i cannot even properly put it into words, and for Mhok to keep that? to have that with Porjai? i'm so fucking glad he has that. i'm so glad he got to keep his platonic soulmate.

small aside, i love that Mhok consistently announces himself to Day. it's a little action but it's so considerate. he's honestly doing such an incredible job.

Day puts his sunglasses on like armor; like they can shield him from the judging stares or looks of pity he can't see. maybe someday he won't need them, not because his heart has hardened to take the blows, but maybe because he knows Mhok is by his side. because remember - it's the way they look at us.

"i heard you wanted to take time off and focus on badminton" Night i'm going to drown you in your own toilet. this is just furthering my thoughts from episode 2 that Night is ashamed of his brother and his condition, or perhaps that the family is trying to hide his condition for some fucking stupid reason.

the bravery it took Day to come here and admit whats happening to his is huge, but i'm also in love with the admissions admin saying sure, you can have time off, but you're not allowed to quit. you're not allowed to give up on yourself.

"we must live with hope, Day" and that's it. you have to. you just have to. every day is going to be so hard and so much, you'll have good and bad days, but at least in all those days you'll have hope. and maybe someday that hope won't be for new eyes. maybe that hope will turn into acceptance, into determination, into pride at what you've accomplished in spite of it all. in my opinion, hope is an amazing fuel but it's not sustainable, it's just a vehicle to get you to where you need to be.

Mhok asking a blind man for a tour, oh fuck fuck fuckfuckufkcufk-- Mhok essentially saying show me your world exactly as you remember it, let me in. see how things have changed and how they've remained the same and do it with me by your side.

THE WAY MHOK SHIELDS HIM AT THE LIBRARY. DAY DOESN'T NEED TO WEAR HIS SUNGLASSES LIKE ARMOR BECAUSE MHOK IS BY HIS SIDE AS HIS SHIELD. chewing my own arm off brb.

"and you also have me. nothing to be afraid of" because i will always shield you, i will always protect you, i will stand by your side AAAA--

on part 3/4 now, i promise i'll shut the fuck up soon. if you've read this far pls take this as a smooch checkpoint, i'm giving you a little forehead smooch. have you had any water today? taken your meds? relax your shoulders, unclench your jaw.

ok back to it - Mhok continuously having Day make his own selections in these various machines. Day's fate is in his hands, he can do these things himself, but Mhok will be there with him the whole way.

"my eyes don't work well but my legs do just fine." this is such a massive leap from the man that wouldn't even leave his bedroom, from the man that was suffocating in his environment. Day is no longer a dying man, a shambling corpse. he is an active participant in his own life again.

"stay close to me, that's all i need" bitch i'm gonna throw up, you can't just hit me with that after that's all i've been saying this whole time what the fuck.

OH FUCK ME. okay. alright. hang on. so when they enter the shop Mhok describes it to Day, explains where the jeans are, where the shirts are, asks him what to do and what he wants to take a look at. this is a direct antithesis of Night in episode 1 asking where Day was going to wait for him, where he could leave him so he could get his shit done. Day isn't being asked to wait, to just sit idle while life passes him by, he's being asked what he wants to do, where he wants to go, what he wants to see. FUUUUUCK. and knowing Mhok is doing this because Day expressed that he liked dressing nicely? how the fuck am i supposed to just go to my job like a normal person after this episode.

wow the shirt buttoning scene just made me so mentally ill. right now, Mhok is doing his job. he's helping Day get dressed. but someday? someday this could be Mhok dressing Day not because he needs him to help but simply because Mhok likes doing to for Day. there's the sensuality of caring for your partner, of running your hands over the planes of their shoulders, of skimming your fingers down their chest to pluck every button. it's an exploration and a declaration of love. if we get this again in a future scene and it's something like that please remember me fondly because i will perish.

at the bookstore Mhok recognizing Day doesn't want to wait, but Day has become so accustomed to the other people in his life telling him what to do that he falls back into that behavior - but Mhok doesn't let him. he prioritizes Day's needs and desires, even if it's something as little as finding a book, without being asked.

THE LAST PAGE IS MISSING.

(because one can't see his future and the other can't see in the future, but also because they'll make their own ending, they'll face that when they get there, but they'll do it together -- what if i lost my shit completely of it?)

when Mhok leaves Day to get him a drink the camera is focused on Day and the clear warring emotions on his face but if you look in the background Mhok hesitates, he stops and turns a few times to look at day. he's reluctant to leave him and worried. Mhok worries so much but it's always so understated or in the background, covered by the emotions of others he values above himself. (or overlooked because of 'what type of person he is')

while its anxiety inducing i do enjoy this regression of behavior because adapting to a new life is hard. you will regress, you will stumble, you will fall into old habits or sometimes old fears will return. its what you do after that that is important. the one thing i hope doesn't happen is i hope this doesn't cause a rift with Porjai. i think Mhok needs her right now, maybe not forever, but definitely right now.

HE PUT ON THE FUCKING SHIRT. THE FUCKING SHIRT DAY COULD SEE FROM MARS. OH MY GOD. i know this doesn't need to be commented on, i know it's obvious, but FUUUUCK.

Day's mom trying to weaponize Mhok's past and Mhok taking the ammunition from her hands and telling Day himself. the acceptance of the past and the determination to move on and grow from it. Day's refusal to let the past repeat itself with a new caretaker. whoo boy.

and again Day wants to see Mhok, because even bruised and battered Mhok is worth seeing.

if the last episode ends with "sweet dreams/good night" i will be burying myself alive, thanks.

tagging @benkaaoi and @callipigio as requested (if you want to be added to my last twilight meta tag list just let me know!)

THE PINK SHIRT RUINING HIS BAD BOY IMAGE BECAUSE IT IS BEING RUINED. HE'S MOVING ON, HE'S GROWING, HE'S BECOMING A NEW PERSON. FUCK OFF.

i'm so so sorry this was so long, every episode makes me feel more and more things and makes me analyze shit more and more.

[ace-of-gay]

Hi again, could you do a tony x little!reader one where reader slips to a year old or newborn headspace and isn’t really verbal. So tony has to do the best he can to take care of her.

Thanks

So tiny, so small

Tony stark x little reader

1,230 words

Edited to the best of my ability

I loved this prompt even though im not too happy with how this turned out my friend said it seems perfectly fine, im just overthinking it.

Warnings: age regression, regression age is about 1 year olds mindset, little names like bumblebee, little star, baby, cg name daddy

Pronouns: she/they

No weight mentioned (all little can be picked up, especially by avengers😤 you can fight me on this (joking on the fighting thing))

No skin color or hair type mentioned

You are responsible for your own media consumption especially when theres warnings, dont like it? Dont read it

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You had been beyond busy, and with busy comes stress, with stress comes self rejection of important things that exist in your schedule put there to help you including coping mechanisms *cough* age regression *cough*, tony did similar to himself but has always been so in tune with you and your headspace, it came second nature to him.

All of that being said he knew for you going three weeks without letting yourself slip was not good, infact it meant one of two things, one being if you dropped it’d be because of painful emotions pulling you apart piece by piece, or two, you’re going to drop extra little and you’re gonna need extra help that day.

He didn't see any problem in either of those because its natural, whatever happens, happens he loves taking care of you when you’re regressed, so much so that it calms him down almost immediately when you bring him a stuffy, he finds you cuddling under your blankie, coloring or when you are absolutely enamored with a movie while soothing on a paci plus so many other things you do.

Out of worry for the day you drop he had everything prepared and set up in a preparation bucket, with that being said when he had gotten up for the day and checked on you before meeting Bruce in the lab you lay there deep asleep, undisturbed cooing and trilling in your sleep he knew what was to come.

You had woken up with a bit of cold to your side you were confused, trying your best you basically shriek out a coo, little did you know Friday had gone through with a protocol you had no idea existed.

"Sir, operation bumble-baybee is active" hearing that chime brought him out of his head "thank you Friday he responds with a giant smile upon his face, Bruce smiling as well, he knew exactly what everything meant, "ill stop by later to visit y’all and see the tiny, you have a good day"

"You too, ill see ya" tony walks out of the lab and heads up to your shared room.

He walks in to see you in a happy little trance of the pretty colors and pretty music, shapes spinning, shifting, changing growing all with music that is infections, leaking into the mind and soothing itself a home in your sweet little head.

"Well good morning little star you’re just having a blast now aren’t you?" He sets his stuff down coming over to your side of the bed where you managed to roll over and turn around, onto your tummy while staying wrapped up in your blankie, you coo and babble in response trying to scoot closer.

He reaches out to take your hands in his, kissing both, before noticing the small fading tracks on your cheeks from scratching, in response to finding them he kisses them as well to make sure they didn't bother you no more and his love was going to make everything perfect.

Helping you up and out of bed holding your hands he heads you to the bathroom so he can get you all dressed and ready for whatever adventure you embark on today even if its just inside the tower, taking the preparation bucket and getting what he currently needs he helps get you changed into a onesie and a pair of cozy fluffy pants to keep you warm and keep a bit of padding under your knees when crawling or sitting.

And than with everything else he adds socks and matching mits to keep you from scratching.

"We hungry bumblebee?" He quizzes, you go to respond but you get interrupted by your tummy talking for you, the growl rumbling telling him you are infact definitely hungry.

Knowing you wouldn't really want a lot of solid food but instead mostly milk or juice.

Picking you up he takes you to the front room putting toys on the floor for you and going into the small kitchen that looks directly into the front room.

He warms up a bottle of milk in a warm bowl of water letting it warm up for fifteen minutes, plenty of time to make a quick and small breakfast he can share with you if you want.

Just a few minutes he walks back into the room to find you squeal at the blocks toppling onto the floor.

"Hey bumblebee, look what daddy’s got" he shakes the bright green bottle a little catching your attention causing you to abandon your blocks and crawl to him with urgency in your little movements, seating yourself perched on your knees in front of him, wrapping your mitten clad hand around the bottle and suckling away with an urgency of hunger only a warm yummy bottle of your favorite type of milk could fix.

He pulls the bottle away for a moment making you breathe so you don’t upset your tummy or choke, "you wanna try a bite of my breakfast? " he asks before giving you the rest of your bottle.

Babbling in response and opening your mouth for food, he gives you a small bite of his breakfast watching you chew and swallow once again making sure you don’t choke at all. "You want another bite bumblebee?" A happy wiggle and opening your mouth for him to feed you another bite than reaching for your bottle taking it in both mitted hands going back to work on your bottle so focused you don’t even realize that there’s no more milk and that you’re just suckling on air.

Pouting when he pulls it away and put it to the side, "its all gone, there’s no more bumble" he chuckles, "aah" you hit your hands against his knee, "no there’s no more, c’mere baby were all done for now" he helps you up into his lap, patting your back, you curl into his chest feeling his chest rise and fall soothing you calm, this is exactly what you needed but its what he needed as well.

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Forty five min and plenty of cuddles later you start to get antsy, twisting and scooting, he lets you down, taking the plate and bottle to the kitchen, "in that time the penthouse front room was filled with babbling and squealing and the occasional gurgle that sounded like dada.

He comes back in to find you sitting near the elevator patting the doors, "oh sneaky girl, sweet baby what're you doing?" Pouting and patting the doors again babbling about what? He not sure.

"You wanna go somewhere?", "Aaah" you shout hitting the door one more time.

"Ooooh do we want to visit everyone?" Bouncing on your knees and giving grabby hands squealing telling him yes.

"Alright bumblebee, c’mere lets go see the others"

He picks you up, deciding on giving you a piggyback ride instead of how he normally does, with piggyback rides being your favorite because you can see everything he sees and point to things easier.

Once down on the communal floor finding some of the other littles in the tower he lets you down to play with then, watch shows and visit the others around.

Having the absolute time of your day crawling around trilling, cooing, babbling giggling and tons of little talk all that stress of three weeks is finally released and just letting your mind free

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I also want to thank @my-river-lilly for helping me as well as an unmentioned friend who doesn't have tumblr

I hope this fulfills your request im sorry if its not up to your request

[ya-world-challenge]

Disabled Artist needs housing help

Hey. I'm an enby person with several chronic illnesses. I work from home to support 3 people on my own. I usually (note: usually) barely make it to rent, but this month everything has seemed to come down at once and I'm going to be approx. $900 short. [Edit: As of 10/25 I will be $655 short] I can probably make up a 1-2 hundred of that in a few days, but it's not going to be enough.

This is especially terrifying because moving is highly traumatic to my partner. We've been evicted twice in the past 3 years (once for financial reasons, and the last was a shitty discriminatory management company) - and I don't think we'd make it through another, and I'm not even being hyperbolic. And paying late AT ALL means shitty companies won't renew our lease. I am seriously terrified. Not being able to have these few hundred will be literally life-destroying. I already live every day expecting a flare-up to put me in the hospital again, because that's what stress does to me, every time.

Can anyone help us out with mutual aid? Earlier today I donated $5 to an artist who has helped me, with the hope it can come back around. Anything is helpful. I'd even do a peer-to-peer loan if that's a thing.

Payment links:

Paypal | Venmo : Piichann | Shop: one two | Ko-fi

!! Please signal boost !!

I am just so tired of us all being forced to destroy our bodies, destroy our lives, just to live. And still not be able to pay for basic housing and food. I really want people to unite around mutual aid. Support each other. (And anyone is more than welcome to add their needs to this post) People shouldn't need to wade through paperwork and Telegram scammers to get help.

Society just doesn't need to be like this, and we should be able to change it. I think if everyone tried to, we really could. Unite together. I don't exactly know how we get there, but we should all be sick of this. I know I am. And I will, and do, give back when I can.

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To the below people, not all of you follow me, but I enjoy seeing your posts every day! Thanks for keeping me a little bit sane.

@the-bookler @kyliereads @yourneighborhoodbibliophile @therefugeofbooks @thereadingchallengechallenge @just0nemorepage @disabled-dragoon @dragonbadgerbooks @lizziethereader @asexualbookbird @godzilla-reads @richincolor @good-books-to-read

Maybe these nice people could help signal boost too:

@helppeople @donations-mutualaid @goodpeopledeeds @anarchblr @boost-the-signal @lgbtdonate @mutualaidforalll @nonbinary-support

[harlowsbby]

you know when you're ill and you feel all nasty and sweaty? well imagine jack running you a warm bath and washing your hair for you and doing your facial skincare routine and moisturising your body after to try and help you feel a little better

Sickness blues ( not edited )

You hated being sick you just hated the thought of a fever and your nose running and just feeling all nasty and sweaty but thankfully you had Jack to take care of you.

Jack had taken a few days off to take care of you and get you back to feeling better even though you protested and told him he didn’t have to do that he still did it anyways.

“Alright stinkabutt come on it’s time to bath you.” Rolling your eyes at him you rolled back over to the side of the bed, you had no energy to get up and bath.

“Come on baby stop acting like a baby.”

“I’m not acting like a baby I just don’t feel like walking.. that’s why you should pick me up.” You mumbled but Jack heard you he huffed but went and picked you up anyways bridle style.

“You’re lucky I love you baby.” You smiled and snuggled into his chest, when he got into the bathroom he set you on the counter while he got everything ready for your bath. You smiled weakly watching Jack run his hands under the water to test it and make sure it wasn’t too hot but not too cold either.

He put in some melatonin bath salts that’ll help relax your body and hopefully help you get some good sleep tonight since you’ve been waking up several times throughout the night since being sick.

“Alright I think it’s all done babe.” Jack made his way back to you and helped you take your clothes off and carried you back over towards the back and helped you get in, once you were comfortable you sighed in relief at how good the warm water felt on your body.

Jack chuckled and started massaging your head making you moan at how good it felt it especially since your head has been feeling so stuffy. He eventually got your shampoo and conditioner for you and washed your hair for you.

“Thank you Jack it means a lot.” He smiled and took your hand and kissed the back of it.

“It’s nothing baby girl I’ll drop everything and anything to take care of you, besides I love how clingy you get when you’re sick.”

Jack helped you get out of the bath and put you in a pair of his sweats and one of his hoodies you couldn’t help up to inhale his hoodie it smelt just like him, he laughed and shook his head at you before taking your hand and leading you back towards the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed and scooted back just a bit so you could sit between his legs.

“Let me see your arms babe.” Reaching your arms back Jack rolled up the sleeves and help apply lotion to your arms and he did the same to your legs and face. He couldn’t resist the urge to squish your cheeks together making you wine and slap his hands away.

“I couldn’t help it baby they just looked so soft and chubby.”

“Hmm fine but don’t do it again.”

“You wanna do your skincare routine tonight or? You not feeling it.” You hated missing days that you didn’t wash your face because the amount of money spent into multiple products to get your face to how it looks now wasn’t going to be tolerated but you had no more energy to get back up.

“Let’s just skip today I just wanna cuddle now.”

“Sounds good to me baby.” Jack turned off all the lights and played one of your favorite Disney movies on the tv for some background sound before pulling you into him.

“Thank you Jack for taking care of me.” Upon hearing soft snores you looked up confused but smiled seeing that Jack was fast asleep, his lips parted slightly and his nose scrunched up when you kissed it.

“I love you Jackman so so much.”

since we haven’t been feeling the best I thought this would be something cute to cheer us up @harlowcomehome 🤍

[firstkanaphans]

Is it too soon to ask for a little preview of the soulmate au? I am so excited for it i will go feral when you post

It's perfect timing, actually, because I just finished the first chapter today! Honestly, this whole fic could probably be a oneshot, but then y'all would have to wait a few more weeks before it was finished and I don't think either of us want that. So, I've decided to post it in installments instead. If I can get it edited in time, the first chapter should be out Saturday. Here's a short preview:

Akk was usually very good at keeping his emotions in check—especially at school—but the boy in front of him looked wild in a way Suppalo students rarely did. His uniform shirt was half-unbuttoned as if to ward off the morning heat, he was wearing jewelry, and although he was shorter than Akk, he held himself taller. There was a confidence about him that Akk didn’t have a hope of replicating. He was too inexperienced in love to know whether he had a type, but if he did, he thought this boy might be it. 

It was an unexpected drizzle after literal years of drought and although Akk should probably be grateful for his sudden interest in an attractive stranger, he didn't know how to react. So instead he defaulted to his factory setting: school prefect.

“You’re not in uniform,” he said, gesturing to the boy's contraband jacket. Immediately, he felt his cheeks heat as if even his body knew how incredibly ill-timed that comment was.

The boy raised an eyebrow, amused, and then raked his gaze down Akk’s body as if sizing him up. Then he looked behind him to where the three Jums were still protesting on the lawn. “They’re not in uniform,” he pointed out.

“That's because they’re protesting the uniform,” Akk explained.

“Then so am I.”

Akk really should have seen that coming. “You’re going to get written up,” he sighed. It wasn’t a threat. It was a fact. He was trying to help, for god’s sake. 

“Then write me up, prefect,” the boy said with a smirk Akk might have thought was flirtatious if it had been directed at anyone but him.

His patience finally snapped. It was one thing to pick a fight on the first day of school, but it was another to make fun of him when he was only trying to do his job. “I’m trying to be nice, asshole,” he snapped so violently that it made the boy jump. He didn’t seem bothered by the volume, though. In fact, his eyes shone with mirth as if he found the outburst amusing. It made Akk madder. “You don’t have to get an attitude with me, okay? Can you please just—”

He broke off with a sharp intake of breath when he felt a pair of lips press against his, only he hadn’t moved and the boy in front of him hadn’t either. Which meant that the kiss wasn’t real. It was only a fantasy.

But that was impossible. It had been so incredibly long…

As he stood there in a stupor, the kiss became more heated, more desperate—a kiss that, if it were real, would have bruised. But then, just as quick as it had come, the phantom lips disappeared, becoming again what they actually were: a figment of his—or, well, someone else’s—imagination. 

[jadedrrose]

Strange Connections - chapter one

After saving you from an attack that nearly kills you, Levi begins experiencing headaches and wondering why he feels so strange when you’re with him…

Warnings: violence, swearing, typical aot underground things. you should probably read/watch ACWNR before reading this

EDIT 1/19: Today I became aware of an already existing fic that has a similar plot (at least the beginning part, idk abt the bond) and I just want to let everyone know I am not stealing that authors’ work! I simply assumed this sort of plot hadn’t been done yet (or recently) since I haven’t come across it in the last 2 years. Hope you all understand <3

Fight. It’s what you had to, needed to do. To survive. Those were the only words processing through your brain.

You weakly grabbed for your dagger which lay in the dirt behind you, glaring up at the attacker. Don’t let him know you’re afraid. Your fingers fumbled along the handle, sweaty palms struggling to get a good grip on it. Just stab him. And run. Finally grasping it, you pulled it toward yourself and out in front of you. A mistake.

The large man cackled, shaking his head as he stuck his foot out to kick your hand, knocking your only weapon away, entirely out of reach. Now what would you do? Scream? Nobody would ever come though. That’s just the norm down here. You thought about kicking him just under his knees to try and knock him over. Then you could run. But he was so large compared to you, he’d be able to easily grab you. And what about the others helping him, waiting to catch you?

One more thought crossed your mind, though, as you looked at the sinister grin on the man’s face. How did this happen; why is this happening? Would this be the last thing you saw? Or would he keep you alive to torture you?

What would become of you?

Your brave wall of not showing weakness broke, finally crumbling down. The man had rope and not only a knife much larger than your dagger, but a gun too. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the two other men watching with smirks on their faces. You were powerless against them.

Breath shaking, you let out a defeated whimper as he stalked toward you, salty tears spilling over from your eyes, down to your flushed cheeks. You’d lost.

—

-earlier that day-

You’d risen from bed, completely unsure of what hour it currently was. But honestly, did anybody know down here anyway? All you knew was that you’d overslept again, after getting stuck at the tavern super late into the evening.

You went about your usual morning routine. Make your bed, bathe yourself, get dressed for the day, and grab the dried meat scraps to feed to the stray cats that lived on your street.

Pulling your boots on and throwing the satchel with the scraps in it over your shoulder, you headed out of your small home, locking the door behind you. Upon hearing the clicking of the heels on your boots, the cats swarmed you. Just as they did everyday.

“Hey guys, are you hungry?” you called to them, in a sweet voice you’d never allow anybody to hear coming from you. Especially down here.

Living in The Underground was difficult. Well, that was a given for literally anyone living down here. But as a woman who lived alone, it was particularly dangerous for you. If any creep heard you talking like that, you’d be screwed.

But, you felt a little more reassured, knowing how to fight. It was the one thing your sister made sure to teach you before she died.

That was the ironic part, though. You also felt incredibly unassured about whether you would survive, given how many people succumb to illnesses down here. You’d become especially aware of it after watching her deteriorate.

Sighing as you squatted down to pet the cats, you convinced yourself that you couldn’t worry about the past. If anything, your sister would’ve scolded you for doing so. So you put on a brave face and smiled at the cats rubbing against you affectionately, pulling the food from your bag for them.

“It’s not much, but it’s better than diseased rats, I’m sure,” you said to them, as if they could even understand you.

After you ensured that they were all fed and loved on, you stood up and dusted your hands off. “I’ll see you guys later. Gotta get groceries.”

The cats meowed and followed you until you reached the end of the alley that connected with the main road. As soon as you turned to the left to head on your way, they all headed back into the shadows.

You silently glanced at everybody you passed by, taking small notes of everyone you saw. Just in case. There were a few menacing looking men who watched you pass them by. Three of them, to be exact. You’d just have to keep your eyes out for them. Then there was the group of orphaned children, playing in the alley next to the building they lived in with the woman who took care of them. No matter how many times you’d seen it, your heart always broke for them; hoping they’d one day be able to escape this hell. A couple of them waved to you. You’d given them leftovers from the tavern a handful of times, out of feeling like you had to do something to help. Smiling, you waved in return and kept on walking.

It wasn’t until a couple moments later you realized that the men from before were now trailing you. Perhaps you could avoid them.

However, you were surprised when they caught up to you, tapping you on the shoulder.

“Excuse me, miss,” the largest one called out.

You turned on your heel, looking at them with suspicion. “Yes?”

“How much for a day of your services?” He asked with a chuckle. The two men behind him laughed, too.

“Services? Excuse me?” There was no way they thought a simple waitress like you could be a prostitute.

They didn’t stop though, “ah, shy, are ya? Ironic considering the way you’re dressed, darlin’.”

What? You glanced down at your outfit. It was just a loose blouse, corset, and black pants. What about that screamed prostitute? Was your shirt buttoned too low?

“Sorry. I think you have the wrong idea. I’m just a waitress,” you excused yourself, walking away without paying them any more attention.

That seemed to get them off your tail, and you rolled your eyes. Men down here, I swear…

You were now about halfway to the market closest to your home, but you were actually closer to the tavern than you were to the market. Why not stop by? The only friend you really had down here should be there today.

Upon reaching it, you headed in to find it was extremely quiet. Only about two customers in the entire place. Then you spotted your friend, who was leaning against the bar, looking over reports for income. Her brown eyes screamed that she was bored as she lazily looked down at her work, blonde hair hanging over her face.

“What’re you up to, Cass?”

She looked up, eyes lightening up at the sound of your voice greeting her. “Y/n? What’re you doing here?”

“Just stopping by,” you replied, “it doesn’t seem like you’re busy anyways.”

“No, I’m not,” she confirmed, snapping her notebook shut and sliding it onto the counter behind her. “Need something?”

“Nah, just wanted to chat, since you and I haven’t been scheduled together for some time. I miss your company, y‘know? Sucks working without you.”

“Honestly,” she agreed, “who else am I supposed to gossip with or talk about the annoying drunk people who come in?”

You both laughed, and you pulled out a stool to sit next to her. “You know some guys just asked me if I was a prostitute?”

“No way,” Cass scoffed. “Some of the guys down here… they’re just so nasty, ugh.”

“I know! They said I was dressed like one, too!”

Cass looked over your outfit, looking confused. “You look like every other woman down here, just maybe with a better fashion sense… I don’t get it?”

“Maybe there’s some sort of accessory that signals you’re one and I just haven’t figured it out yet,” you pondered. “All I have are earrings and a small pin on my bag, though.”

“Or maybe they were just drunk off their asses like every other creep down here, and got a little confused,” she chuckled. “Oh well. But hey, I guess that means you look pretty today.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing the comment off. “No way. I’m like, the most basic looking girl ever.”

“Yeah, except that you’ve got way better hygiene and take care of your hair, know how to style even the shittiest clothes, and you just generally look hot.”

“Oh shut up,” you said, playfully punching her arm. “But I could say the same to you.”

She laughed along with you, before sighing as some customers walked in, since the lunch hour was starting. “Well, I guess I’m busy now,” she complained. “I’ll see you whenever we both work next.”

“Soon I hope,” you agreed. “Bye!”

—

The market wasn’t too much further up the road. Hopefully it was still early enough that you could get in and out without getting trapped in the crowds where you were sure to have someone attempt to steal from you. But you were too watchful for that to happen. If anything, you’d just steal it right back. And maybe more than what was yours, since they wronged you first.

But, to your relief, the roads weren’t nearly as busy as they were the other days you’d tried stopping by, and you wouldn’t have to focus so hard on protecting yourself and your things.

It was only a few more steps up the hill to the market, when you heard a familiar voice.

“Well boys, if it ain’t the pretty girl from earlier.”

Your eyes widened. They’d continued following you?! How had you not noticed? You took a deep breath and relaxed your features before turning to look at them.

“And didn’t I state earlier that I'm not interested?”

The three of them were together, all leaning against the wall that marked the end of a dark alley. The big guy who had talked to you had his arms crossed in front of him, that same disgusting smirk on his face.

“More or less,” he replied. “But uh, things don’t quite work that way down here, do they?”

You raised your eyebrow, reflecting his mood by crossing your arms in front of you and frowning. If you showed even the slightest sign of being scared, they’d take the chance right away.

“And what’s that supposed to mean? I don’t provide the services you’re looking for, so I can’t help you there. Is it money you want? Cause I don’t think any of us down here have that.”

They all chuckled once again, their sinister eyes shining with a glint of anger. “Fine, then. We’ll just have to force it outta ya.”

“Excuse me?” You snapped, putting your hands on your hips. “I think you’re underestimating me. I’m not just any other defenseless girl.”

“So she’s gonna put up a fight,” one of them mockingly said to the big guy. “Let’s make it even boss, you and her can fight and we’ll stand by.”

“I think that’s a good idea,” their boss agreed, cracking his knuckles. He pushes off the brick wall with his foot and begins stalking toward you, pulling a large knife from his belt.

“Let’s see how long you can last against me, girl.”

You begin to reach to your hip to pull out your dagger, but before you can even react, he’s rushing toward you and pushing you further into the alley, where nobody would help you.

With a yell, you pushed him off of you to the ground. A cloud of dust flew up from the impact, dirtying his and your clothes.

“You bitch!” He roared, getting up quickly and raising his knife.

Seeing how much larger his knife was, you decided to not waste time grabbing your dagger and instead swung your right leg out, kicking him as hard as you could.

He let out a grunt and clutched his side with one hand, but still didn’t hesitate to try and swing at you with the knife. You swiftly dodged, grabbing his wrist with one hand and pulling your dagger out with the other, quickly swinging it over to slice his arm. It wouldn’t be enough to make him back off, but surely the pain would give you a little more time, right?

The man cursed at you, holding the spot on his arm that now bled, staining his hand. Taking the opportunity, you then punched his face with all your strength.

You glanced over to the other men, who watched in shock. They clearly didn’t think you’d be able to fight back.

But you couldn’t look at them for long, because you had to put all your attention back on their boss, preparing yourself for his next move.

He circled you for a moment, before looking back at the other men. “Bring the rope! Now!”

You lunged at him with your knife, but he must’ve anticipated that because he blocked your attack, pushing you onto the ground, effectively knocking your dagger out of your hand. You watched in horror as it slid multiple feet away from you. The other men advanced toward the bigger one, handing him the rope.

Shit. His attack had left you beaten, despite it being only one move against you. You weakly dragged yourself closer to the dagger, desperately trying to find it among all the dust. Seeing a glimmer of light reflecting on its blade for just a second, you quickly reached out for it.

The man laughed, preparing the rope to tie you up. His men trailed behind him, cackling along with him. “Finally. Thought for a second I might have a harder time catching you, darlin’. But, only one attack and you’re down. Poor thing.”

You glared up at him, swinging your upper body up despite the pain it put you through, spitting at him. “You bastard! Don’t think that I’m just gonna give up!”

Your fingers fumbled along the handle, finding a good grip on it. You’d just have to stab him, and then you could make an escape. You might have to deal with his men, but they seemed significantly weaker than him. Probably a couple punches to them and you’d be able to keep running.

You pulled the dagger to your front side, preparing to throw yourself at the man and stab him. But then something caught your eye; another glimmer through the shadows. When you looked closer, you realized he had a gun.

You can’t outrun a gun. What would you do now?

While you tried coming up with a plan now that there was a gun involved, the man kicked the dagger out of your hand.

You let out a gasp, watching in horror as it flew far away from you. You were completely defenseless now. What could you do?

Your tough front all but disintegrated, and worry came over your features, breath shaking as you looked up at him with fear. You felt tears spilling down your cheeks. There was nothing you could do. You’d lost the fight, and now he’d either kill you right here or torture you until you died.

This wasn’t how you were meant to go. You needed to get up top, experience the hot sun burning on your skin, feel a cold snowy breeze, stand in the rain in awe as it poured down on you. You couldn’t die here.

You wouldn’t die here.