#one of my favorite things i’ve written

[minniiaa]

From “the eye of the storm”

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Shameless self promotion cause I adore this one shot and it deserves more love. *flys off into the horizon*

[elenacash]

she’s pressing her forehead

to the glass of your chest,

mouth breathing hot air

to write love letters in.

[ricky-mortis]

I heard that Corey Dorris sang Show Stopping Number at Innit- so I present: Corey!Hidgens

[mostmagical]

was in desperate need of some serotonin today, so here's some quick post-reveal bed-sharing

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Marinette wakes up to a bump in the night. It’s her boyfriend (and not in the way you’d think).

Thump.

The sound tore Marinette from her sleep. She shot straight up in bed, frantically scanning the area for danger. With a start, she realized she wasn’t in her room. Memories were returning slowly as she recalled deciding with Adrien to spend the night at his for once, both too tired after the long day to trek the extra few blocks to hers.

She gasped— Adrien. Her hand patted down the area to her immediate left, seeking his warmth where she was used to finding it. A steady rhythm from her heart beat against her rib cage as she turned to see his side of the bed empty.

“Oof,” a soft sigh breathed from the floor.

Marinette was leaning over the edge in a flash, finding her boyfriend rubbing his eyes as he slowly sat up.

“Adrien!” she gasped. “What happened? What are you doing?”

His eyes flickered to hers, bright even in the dark, and he chuckled. “I think” —his hand moved to massage his side, low by his hip— “it was a well-timed kick to my side.”

Her heart dropped in her chest. “What?”

He laughed again, pulling himself back onto the bed and taking her into his arms. “What kind of dream were you having, Buginette?” he asked. “Must have been pretty intense.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” she said, pushing against his chest so she could continue looking into his face. Mirth danced through his green eyes. “Are you implying that I kicked you out of the bed?” she asked disbelievingly. “Why are you so calm about it?”

“Oh. It’s not the first time.”

“What?”

Adrien shrugged. “Well, usually, when we’re at your place, I just kinda end up pushed against the wall? The loft has that nice built-in baby gate, lucky for me. This is the first time I’ve actually fallen out.”

Her jaw dropped open. This was mortifying information to receive in the middle of the night. “Adrien,” she said sternly, taking his shoulders in her hands and staring intensely into his eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me I kick you every night?”

“It’s not every night,” he replied dismissively. She gave him a look. “Okay, it is most nights, but still! Not every night!”

“I don’t care how often it is!” She shook his shoulders, his body pliantly rocking back and forth with her movements. “Why wouldn’t you tell me so I can stop? I must be ruining your sleep!”

“I don’t mind.” He smiled, the picture of innocence. “I think it’s cute.”

Marinette wanted to growl, but she knew it wouldn’t be nearly as intimidating as she wanted it to with the red she could feel all over her face. She groaned, dragging her hands down her cheeks until the skin stretched. “What’s wrong with you?”

Again, Adrien gathered her in his arms, this time with Marinette accepting the embrace. She curled up against his chest as she felt him press a delicate kiss to the crown of her head. “It’s an honor to be your punching bag,” he joked.

“Adrien,” she groaned, thunking her head against his shoulder, “shut up.”

“Sorry.”

“Wait, no, that makes me feel worse,” she hastened to say. “I need to apologize to you! I’m sorry.”

He chuckled again, his warm breath tickling her forehead as it passed through her hair. “Like I said, I really, really don’t mind.”

“Why don’t you mind?” She pouted, tilting her head up to look at him. “Doesn’t it wake you up?”

“Sometimes, yeah, but–” He sighed as he seemed to look for the right words. His mouth tilted in a half-smile. “I like knowing you’re still there with me.”

All the embarrassment drained out of her as she noticed his tone change. “Do you think I would go somewhere?”

“Technically, no,” he answered honestly, “but sometimes… in the back of my mind…”

She frowned. “You get anxious.”

He took in a breath. “Yeah, I guess so.”

Marinette wrapped her arms around his midsection, pressing her face into his worn cotton t-shirt. He smelled of citrus and the fresh linen scent of her Maman’s favorite laundry detergent, making her smile. He smelled of home.

“I’d never leave you, Adrien,” she murmured.

“I know.”

“Especially not in the middle of the night.”

He laughed. “I know.” His arms tightened around her as he laid their bodies back down against the pillows. “We’re a package deal. A bonded pair.”

“Exactly,” she huffed. Leaning up on one arm, she poked him in the chest. “But you really should have told me I was kicking you in my sleep. I feel like a jerk.”

“A cute jerk.”

“Stop calling it cute!”

He waggled his eyebrows as he grinned at her. “It’s not my fault that everything you do is cute.”

She growled frustratedly. She wanted to be angry, but instead she pressed a kiss on the tip of his nose. “You’re so annoying.”

“Annoying and cute?”

Rolling her eyes, she leaned back onto his chest. “Yes,” she huffed.

Adrien laughed again, the sound reverberating in her eardrum. She loved the quiet moments like this where she could hear everything— his laugh, his breaths, his heart beating in his chest. The arm wrapped around his middle tugged him closer, and in response he squeezed her tighter against him.

“Seriously,” she mumbled, “wake me up next time. I don’t want to kick you out of bed.”

“It’s really not a big deal,” he whispered back. She opened her mouth in protest, but he spoke again before she could, “Sometimes it’s just a little nudge. Like this:” His foot connected with her shin under the blankets, gently pushing against her with featherlight pressure.

“Oh.”

“See? Nothing.”

“But–”

“And the kicking,” he interrupted, knowing exactly what she was going to say, as always, “I don’t mind, because I can always tell when you’re having a dream. And I like knowing that.” His thumb was brushing over the exposed skin on her shoulder, lulling her back towards sleep.

Against the siren song, she shook her head. “Still, if you ever want to wake me up– even just to talk, I want you to wake me up,” she whispered.

“Now, I know that’s sleep-Marinette talking.”

She would have rolled her eyes if she thought he could see it. “Ha ha,” she said sarcastically. “I mean it. I’d gladly lose a couple hours’ sleep for you.” She turned her head to press a kiss to his chest, right over his heart. “Especially knowing you would for me.”

“I would. Anytime.”

“I know.”

“Okay,” he mumbled into her hair, his lips brushing her scalp, “I’ll try not to let you attack me inexorably again.” She heard him breathe deeply, his chest expanding beneath her head.

“You’re lucky I’m so tired right now, kitty cat,” she mumbled, her eyes sliding shut.

“Yeah, I really am. I love you."

"Love you too..." she managed before sleep pulled her back in, warm in Adrien’s arms.

[crybaby-bkg]

cw: Bakugou dies but comes back to life, “comes back wrong” trope, implied fighting, angst

When Bakugou died, you’re not sure how you went on living. Grief had taken over your life, sat you in the passenger side while it cruised off the highway into icy waters. And even then, you couldn’t find the energy to drown.

It’s why there’s a sudden uptick of energy when you’re promised to have him back. Some top scientists contact you months after his death, tell you to hurry down to the headquarters labs, come and rejoice for what you’re about to witness. And you’re horrified, to say the least.

“This isn’t my husband.” Are your first words when you walk in, watch the figure on the other side of the glass examine its own hands. It looks like your husband but—but his hair isn’t the right shade of blond all over. His nose bridge had a slight bump after a scuffle with a villain. He had a scar on his hand but—but it never looked like it was to sew a pinky beside the other fingers.

“Is that really my husband?” You ask next in disbelief, slowly entering the room. Bakugou’s head snaps up, his eyes a little brighter than you remember but—they hold so much emotion. So much memory, so much panic, so much guilt.

“I left you.” He mutters, his voice raspy and ragged, and you wonder if it’ll always be like this now. It makes you cry a little harder than it should, but you only embrace each other. He’s cold and his shoulders don’t hold the same mass and his back doesn’t carry the same scars. There’s one, jagged and rough, running down his back, and you think, you think that’s where they slipped a new spine in.

“Welcome back home.” You tell him, weeks after meeting him again, new and not totally—Katsuki. He’s stiff and he doesn’t immediately take off his boots when he enters, and it worries you. Makes you think if you’ve just let a stranger into your home, one that has stolen your dead husbands face. Makes you wonder if he’ll be as loving as Katsuki once was, or if he’ll become your monster looming over you with the guilt of not being able to rest anymore.

“I’ve missed you so much.” You whisper against his mouth one night, a little while after he’s moved back. You don’t know why you lay under him, why you let him nestle himself inside of you, why you let him hold you against his chest. Katsuki always ran his hands over your cheeks and neck whenever he held you like this, but this…man, only holds himself up with his hands resting beside your head. It’s alien, how he looks at you, how his hips are methodically measured with every thrust, how he kisses you every 8 seconds. You wonder if he’s more robot than Frankenstein monster.

“Why did you come back to me like this?” You ask him one night, barricaded in the bathroom away from him. You can hear his sobs on the other side, his pleading to be let in. He tells you he never wanted to come back if he had to be like this, that he’s sorry, please let him in, he misses the warmth of your skin, he’s never been so cold before, he’s never liked the cold.

“Is this considered cheating?” You ask yourself aloud one night, when Bakugou is forced back to the lab when he becomes too…un-Bakugou. To sleep with a man that is your husband in every way but? Your husband has been dead for a year now, and yet you stroke the chin of the man that tries so hard to be him everyday, but fails so miserably at it every time.

“I’ll come back to you right this time.” Bakugou promises to you when he’s strapped down to leave for the lab and before he’s sedated. But you don’t believe him—you never did. Your husband is dead, and this animated corpse has been nothing but a cheap mockery of everything you’ve lost and something you will never truly get back.

[thetriplets3]

hi i have a request 😁

a slow dancing in a parking lot vibe

❝𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞❞

warnings: swearing, shitty bf saying shitty things

shoutout to @emmssturniolo for editing go show her some love

matt and i have known each other for years before we started dating. he’s been there for all my shitty boyfriends who left me feeling like i wasn’t worthy of love and questioning if they loved me the way i loved them. matt knew all the cliché things i always wanted to do, but my exes refused saying i was embarrassing them.

i made my way through the dark parking lot, my head constantly checking around me to make sure no one was following me. i hate walking alone in the dark; it’s so much easier for things to hide i don’t feel safe. i make it Jake’s mom’s 2000 Toyota Echo and i can already hear the obnoxiously loud music playing on the radio. i know he knows i don’t like loud music or noise in small spaces, he chooses to do it anyway. opening my door and sitting in my seat, i cringe at the volume, reaching to turn the volume down to a bearable level.

“don’t touch the fucking volume” he snaps as he turns it back up.

slinking myself further into the seat, i roll my eyes at his behavior. the next song starts, and i can’t help but let a little gasp out.

“i love this song! let’s dance!” i suggest, excitement evident in my voice.

“stop with that shit; i’m not doing that with you; it’s embarrassing” he spits, turning the car engine on and driving out of the lot.

i’m used to it. it’s always the same thing every time i wanna do something “coupley” he refuses saying he won’t do it with me it’s embarrassing. i always had this idea of a fairytale relationship and this was far from it. i couldn’t deal with him anymore today; he was constantly shutting me down, dismissing me, or being snapping at me.

“can you drop me off at nick’s please?” i quietly ask, scared of his response

without a word, he turns onto the triplets street, stopping the car in front of their house. “get out” bitterness filling his voice. slamming the car door on my way out i storm up their driveway, filled with emotion. i turn around, raising both my arms in the air, and flip him off, finishing it with “fuck you jake” as loud as i can. the boys have always told me i don’t need to knock but i do except for today, i just needed to see someone who wasn’t jake. that someone was matt.

matt patiently listened to me rant about how shitty jake made me feel and ask what i did wrong.

matt knows me better than anyone. i feel stupid for not seeing it sooner; it would have saved me from a lot of heartbreaking relationships. on days i don’t feel well he stops what he’s doing to come be with me, stopping at the store to get my favorite things to cheer me up. whether a day is the worst day of my life, the best day of my life, or just a normal day, he’s there with my favorite flowers. knowing how much i love them he’ll find any excuse to get me them just to see the smile on my face. i never had to remind him of things; he knows me inside out; what music i listen to (he even has a playlist of all my favorite songs); he can sense when i’m getting overwhelmed and want to get away from whatever it is that we’re doing; he knows that i find his hand cradling my head during a hug to be grounding; he listens like actually listens; his eyes are so intently watching and hanging on to every word.

i always felt like i had to remind my exes to love me, but with matt he was the one reminding me i’m loved. he did everything no one else cared to do and he paid attention to things most people ignored. everything he does melts my heart because i’ve never been treated like this. like i deserve.

today was one of those days where everything just feels off and you can’t pinpoint why. facetiming matt in the morning, he seemed to have noticed i wasn’t my normal self. bringing it up in the most gentle way he suggested going for a drive.

“is everything okay sweetheart? you don’t need to explain, i just want to know if you’re okay. how about we go for a drive later tonight? clear your head. let me bare some of the weight from your shoulders” the love and tenderness in his voice is all the confirmation i’ll ever need.

sitting on the old wooden bench by the front door, i slip my socks and shoes on just as matt knocks on the door. opening the door i collapse into his arms before he takes my hand and walks me to his car. planting a soft kiss to the back of my hand before dropping it to open my door.

“my love” he says with a little bow, making me giggle.

our linked hands lie on the center console, matt’s thumb mindlessly rubbing the back of my hand. the smallest gestures make me feel so loved. tonight’s destination of choice was the empty parking lot of a frozen yogurt shop. our first date. our deep conversations are always my favorite, he’s so emotionally intelligent i love listening to him voice his thoughts, opinions, and advice. to lighten the mood after those deep talks he softly plays music. immediately i recognize the song, a smile toying at my lips.

“i-” my voice trails off, remembering what happened every time i mentioned a song and how some made me wanna dance.

“what? go on” he urges me to continue, turning his body in his seat to face me giving me his full attention.

another thing i love about matt is his patience. he knows i tend to bite my tongue when it comes to sharing my opinions because i was afraid of the response i’d get, so he encourages me to continue, in turn reassuring me that my thoughts and opinions are valid.

“i love this song it’s so beautiful” i say

without a word, matt gets out of the car and walks around the car, leaving me confused until my door opens and matt’s there with his hand out for me to grab hold of.

“may i have this dance, pretty girl?” he asks, letting a laugh slip through his serious façade.

“i’d love to” i whisper.

letting go of my hand for a second he reaches into the car and turns the volume up just loud enough for us to hear it. i smile to myself at his thoughtful gesture, making sure i was out of the car before turning the volume up. no one’s ever taken so much consideration to make sure i’m comfortable like he does.

my thoughts are interrupted by matt circling his arms around my waist, instantly my hands finding their home at the nape of his neck and in his hand. pulling me closer to him, i rest my head on his shoulder, the smell of his cologne bringing me even more comfort. our bodies sway to the music enjoying this moment.

matt gently pushes my body away from his and raises our joined hands, ready to twirl me. it wasn’t the most graceful twirl ever, filled with giggles at my lack of dancing skills. as i turn back to face matt i let go of his hand and wrap both my hands at the nape of his neck mindlessly playing with his hair. our eyes are locked on each other, having a conversation of their own. with watery eyes and a big smile, i’ve never felt so loved. he has done everything and more than anyone else has and he never lets me forget how much he loves me.

matt rests his forehead against mine, eyes starting into mine. softly, he whispers the lyrics to me, never breaking eye contact

❝𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞❞

a few tears escape my eyes. this isn’t his type of music at all yet he’s made the effort to listen to it and remember the words knowing how much i love this song. no one will ever love me more than matt, he’s it for me, he’s all i’ve ever needed.

“i love you thank you for showing me what it feels like to be unconditionally loved. i can’t wait for a lifetime of being loved by you” i gush.

“loving you was never something i had to think about; it’s just natural. how can anyone look at you and not see that you deserve every star in the universe? you shine so brightly that i can’t believe people made you feel like you should hide that light. you are worthy of love and i’m happy i get to be the one to show you. i love you sweet girl. i’ll love you for a lifetime and every one after that. you’re the sun to me” he confesses, placing a loving tender kiss on my lips.

taglist: @antisocialties @iluvmatt @dwntwn-strnlo @fake-coolbeans @opheliaofficial07 @angelcake-222 @oneirophobic @strniolo @lollibumblebee @ssturniolo @20nugs @abbie13sworld

[wander-wren]

presumed death literally the trope of all time. you’re telling me i can have the grief and horror of character death AND have the happy ending too??

not to mention the possibilities after “dead” character turns up again.

maybe they have no idea their loved one thinks they died, and they show up all nonchalant only to realize things have gone horribly wrong. maybe their loved one thinks they’re a ghost/hallucination/trick and won’t accept them.

maybe they do know their loved one thinks they’re dead and they’re choosing to keep up the facade for their safety. watching from afar, unable to comfort them.

maybe they faked their death and believe their loved one is in on the scheme when actually that message was never received.

maybe, in the process of whatever almost killed them, they forgot about their loved one/old life/etc, and aren’t aware they have anything to return to.

maybe they “died” thinking no one would notice their absence, leaving their loved one full of regret for things unsaid. perhaps their loved one heals and moves on, only for “dead” character to return.

and just, augh, the aftermath. waking up to find “dead” character gone and assuming it was all a dream/they really did die. the codependency. the anger, even, that they didn’t come back/let themself get hurt/lied. maybe guilt if their body was abandoned by their comrades, only to learn that they were alive all along.

name me a trope that does more i’ll WAIT.

[sugarcoatednightshade]

Tired of seeing fic on ao3 claiming to be based off dune the book series when it’s very obvious that the writer has only seen dune the movie(s).

Yes, it matters. Yes, these are very different works. You’re probably doing this for visibility; I don’t care. Archive Of Our Own is a fucking archive, stop labeling your works with a tag you know is factually incorrect. It makes it impossible for me to filter for fics I want to read.

[professorjirt]

it makes me SO sad that it’s hard to go through Samwise’s tags or find people for whom he is their favorite that don’t put down Frodo. I’m thankful that the number of those who truly understand him and love both him and who he struggles for is greater than it could be and has been in the past, but it’s still so heartbreaking to see, because I love Sam so dearly, and he’d never want this. It’s such a disrespect of Sam’s character to think that the only way to praise him is to undermine or insult Frodo. And it’s a disrespect to the narrative of Lord of the Rings as well. People constantly reference a cherry picked and out of context piece of a letter Tolkien wrote, desperately trying to claim that Sam is The Singular Hero of the story, when that wasn’t even remotely the context of the letter, yet its been used for years to undermine all the other characters of the series and erase the well rounded character Sam is to shave him into some one dimensional He-Man. Sam is undoubtedly one of the chief characters of the story, THE chief character of the story alongside Frodo. Without Sam the quest would not have been fulfilled. Yet Tolkien makes it clear that Sam could not have done Frodo’s job— especially not on his own. Just as the Ring broke down Frodo, it would have done for Sam— especially by the point of Mordor. That isn’t where Sam’s strength and value lies. It doesn’t lie in being the sacrifice. It lies in being the hope, the support, the utterly maddened loyalty and stubbornness and love that overcomes and strengthens. As I have come to say, Frodo carried the world, and Sam carried Frodo. People seem to think that as lesser, and I find that insulting. Would you find a friend that supported you in dark times lesser? Are they not your world in those moments? Do they not hold up the world for you yourself, as you struggle to carry the weight of it, and remind you that whatever suffering, you will never be abandoned or alone, even if both of you endure the fires of hell and no brightness shines through. It will not be alone. That is the beauty of Sam, and the people that treat that role as though it was not enough or that he should have had more on his plate show their lack of understanding of the very character they claim to praise.

[hazyspiderwebs]

Panicked

As you walked around the empty house your heart was beating faster with every turn you encountered. You were helping JJ and the rest of the Pogues in looking for clues leading to the gold. Unfortunately that meant trespassing a lot of trespassing. “Guys we gotta go someone’s coming!” Pope yelled out leading everyone into a frenzy. JJ was shuffling around the room with you. As your adrenaline kicked in you pushed him and through yourself out of the closest window.

“Y/N what the hell?” JJ asked confused lying on the ground.

“Sorry I panicked.”

“So you pushed me out of a window?”

“In my defense I thought it would be the quickest way out and it was.” You replied with a nervous smile at the end. JJ couldn’t help but laugh thinking about it “You’ve been around me too much I probably would’ve done the same thing to you.”

You and JJ were affectionately known as the clumsiest couple on the island.

[arecaceae175]

In Defense of Honor. Anything from chapter 1 for commentary

IM SO ON IT

So when they first get to the bar with the cool lights, Warriors is nervous about going in because he doesn’t know if there will be people who still resent him because of the war. He puts on a big show of being super outgoing and knowing everyone but in reality he’s paranoid and sticks to his few familiar places in Castle Town. And, as we see later in the chapter, his anxiousness is justified. Sky touches on this a little bit when he first notices the people looking at Wars.

From the little Warriors has told Sky about his home era, it wasn’t friendly towards him. Warriors didn’t like talking about it. Sky also noticed, the few times Warriors did talk about it, a dark look fall over Time’s features. It was identical to the one he held when they discovered the assassins in Wild’s era. Sky put the pieces together and came to the conclusion that many in Warriors’ era didn’t support him, and some went so far as to want him dead.

There’s a subtle line about Groozelink in there hehe.

I imagine Sky being a very sensory-seeking person. He loves the sensations that come with flying and freefall, and above the cloud barrier the sun is ALWAYS bright. Woodcarving is a good way to always keep his hands and mind occupied. All that to say- blorbo would love the lights and loud music in a bar environment.

✨Blorbo is experiencing PTSD✨

“We were just leaving,” Warriors said. There was something off about his voice that had Sky blinking in confusion. He couldn’t place what it was, but it wasn’t a tone Warriors had ever used around him before.

The tone is strange to Sky because it’s a mixture of Wars’ captain voice and his voice betraying that he’s barely keeping it together. He used that voice a lot in the war. Mask would be familiar with it

When the bad guys try to start a fight with Sky, he doesn’t retaliate until someone hit Warriors. Sky knows his own strength and he’s not going to hurt someone in the name of protecting himself, but once he sees Warriors hurt that hero mode goes right out the window and he’s fucking pissed.

Out of the corner of his eye, Sky saw the first man raise his fist towards Warriors. Warriors kept both his arms at his sides and did nothing more than turn his face to the side. With a sharp crack the man’s fist collided with Warriors’ cheek.

Sky yelled and rushed towards him. He punched the man squarely in his face and he crumpled to the ground, unconscious. Warriors grabbed Sky’s upper arm in a tight grip and yanked him towards the door.

Unfortunately for Warriors, that does not help his image lol

Sky doesn’t realize it, but he’s being EXTREMELY hypocritical here 😂

Sky took a grounding breath and stepped closer. “Why didn’t you defend yourself?”

Warriors hesitated before answering. “I’m stronger than them. If I fight back, I’ll win.”

“So it’s better to not even try?” Sky asked. Warriors didn’t respond.

Blorbos <3

[mysterystarz]

memory

pairing: kuroo tetsuro x g!n reader

genre: bittersweet (a combination of fluff and angst but leaning towards angst)

synopsis: you knew kuroo like the back of your hand — it was why you sought him out. it was why you loved him. loved. past tense….maybe.

a/n: blame another love for this it just came to me that way

reblogs and interaction are appreciated <33

you wanted to say that you still knew him.

not even a month had passed by after you and kuroo had broken up for you to try to reach for him emotionally again — cruel to some, yet essential for you.

you were no stranger to your friends’ advice.

“give him time.”

“give him space”

“honor what you used to be”

you honored it deeply…but you missed him. you missed all the small moments you shared when it was simply just the two of you.

you missed being yourself and having someone love you for it.

you found yourself remembering this on more than one occasion, any passing glance with the messy haired boy enough to set you into realization.

you had different prioritizes. he wanted to focus on school and didn’t want to weigh you down. as much as you begged however, he was stubborn in his conviction.

he loved you so much, that he couldn’t handle to see you stretching yourself thin just for a minute with him. as he disappeared for longer hours of days (missing you, he swore it), greater did his selfless impulse grow.

and you missed him too. missed the time you spent sharing your souls, feeling the lines on his palm, and memorizing the color of his eyes against the setting sun.

it didn’t matter what you two were — he was your best friend. you needed him.

you weren’t expecting to find him on the park bench that you two always sat on during your walks.

he sat silently, a cup of coffee in hand and a pensive expression on his face (almost like he was wondering about something).

“tetsuro,” you call tentatively, relishing the familiar syllables on your tongue. (you’d never realized you could miss someone’s name until now).

you hadn’t seen him in weeks. you drank him in.

it didn’t matter that you were his ex. he was just as beautiful as he always was.

his lips curved upward as he turned to face you, scanning you over almost as if you were an apparition (you weren’t, though you might’ve well been one the way he looked at you).

“i was wondering when i’d see you again,” he chuckled softly. “you seem like you need an escape of some sort.”

“is it that obvious?” you settled into the seat next to him — far enough away to where it was clear what the difference was between you. close enough to feel the heat off him.

god you missed him.

“i can still tell y’know,” he sighed wistfully, “i know i’ve been gone for a bit…but i still know you.”

“i’m aware old man,” you quipped, suppressing the giggle at his startled features. “you seem like you’re thinking something over.”

“truthfully i came here just to see if i’d get some clarity.” he set his coffee down for just a moment to stretch his fingers before setting his gaze back on you. “i’ve been……seeing someone.”

“oh,” you managed, keeping your features impassive. “what are they like?”

“not that way silly,” he scoffed, “you know i wouldn’t do that.”

“well……” you trailed off. truthfully you didn’t. your heart stuttered treacherously around him still.

“i wouldn’t,” he said almost pleadingly. “besides, i’m still getting used to this. to us.”

you nodded.

“and it kills me to be so…..distant,” he sighed, his eyes displaying more shades of sadness than possibly detected in his voice. “i know you reach for me and i pull away, but i swear it’s not you.”

“i hope you’re not going to say the classic line.”

“i won’t,” he smiled, “the person i’m seeing would detest that too.”

again: he mentions them. again, your heart drops.

“do care to elaborate,” you grinned, “i think as honorary besties you owe me details on this mystery person.”

he simply chuckled, his face looking as if a weight was lifted off it. “an idiot. i enjoy their company.”

“i’m glad,” you said as genuinely as you could muster, “potential future romance?”

he stopped at this, turning to gaze deeply into your eyes.

“i don’t think there’s anybody that i could ever love as much as i loved you.”

your heart thudded harder in your chest at the words.

love — loved. you lov—loved him. you tried to convince yourself.

the feeling still stayed.

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[shostakobitchh]

How's that WIP going with little Ariel, exhausted Daddy Snape, and the monster in the closet?

Stay hydrated.

It’s become a monster - no pun intended. I had posted some progress of it here a while back. I did title it though! It’ll be called “the splintering.”

I’ve had to work on it in small, isolated sections, because it has become a metaphor for grief and got very heavy at points - little Ariel discovers the monster in the closet, Snape doesn’t believe her, and the monster starts to - change.

This is all in the aftermath of Lily’s death, which happens a year prior to the story, meaning that Snape and Ariel lost her when Ariel was 7. So I had to create a whole backstory about THAT and what happened - why Snape survived and how him being involved from the beginning changed the trajectory of Ariel being Marked - and even Harry makes an appearance.

It’ll be around 10 chapters, 100k words. I will be working on it heavily over the summer and would like to start posting in the fall (but we’ll see). I’m trying to make most of the headway on Aim & Ignite right now because I need to get PoA moving here, I’m already so behind with my outline. 😫

“Stay hydrated,” is very good advice - I literally forgot to eat yesterday. My students just came in this morning and said “Whoa, Mrs. B, are you okay?” and the answer is no children, I am alive but barely breathing LOL.

[shepherdfeathers]

Finished the art for the next chapter of VatXM before the actual writing

Writing setup is so hard I wanna get into the drama and misery bro

[frizzle-mcshizzle]

i’ve got brain rot about the way parents are written in kotlc can you tell?

[tennessoui]

Would you ever be willing to write an Obi-wan + clones fic? It can be platonic but I just love the idea of the clones (Cody, Rex, Waxer, Boil, Woolley, Ghost, etc) being protective over Obi-Wan and Obi-Wan fighting the hardest for them legally, physically, making sure they know their worth and proving it to them with his actions. Ask I’m obsessed with the found family trope.

haha it would very much have to be platonic given that I am absolutely not the writer to ask for anything romantic between obi-wan and anyone that isn’t that one guy

but as far as clone fic goes, im really not sure if I even could write a fic where the focus is on obi-wan’s relationship with the clones. I sorta never really um actually watched all of the clone wars so 🤷‍♀️

But I think a lot of my fics have that dynamic in the background!! “but a number” features a ton of clone and general Kenobi & skywalker bonding and shenanigans, and “building a boat with no blueprints” features soooo much found family dynamics between the clones and obi-wan and baby anakin

it’s less of a dynamic im interested in if I’m being honest even though I love found family vibes. it’s just that there’s a lot of fic/meta I’ve seen that made the rest of the Jedi out to be uncaring about their clones or the bad guys in order to sort of uplift or highlight obi-wan’s relationship with his troops, which I don’t think is really fair cause the parts of the clone wars I HAVE seen don’t give me the impression that obiwan was the one decent guy who cared about the clones while the rest just treated them like slaves or droids or something - all the Jedi cared as far as I’m aware and as far as I care