#one piece 853

[algumaideia]

I think Pedro did his mission well but Brook got captured

Luffy is waiting for Sanji again

[hawkeyetrained]

All Over Him

Dean Winchester x reader (established relationship)

Other Characters: Sam Winchester

Warnings: language (like 1 i think), mention of blood and cuts, stitches

Summary: The boys come back from a hunt injured. Dean gets a little jealous when Sam gets the attention first.

Word Count: 853

Sam, Dean, and I were working a small salt and burn case in a town about three hours from the bunker. “Something easy.” Dean had said when we packed up to go. I was in charge of research this time, needing more time off from hunting due to a messed-up shoulder I got on the last case. Long story short, the witch was stronger than we thought, and I was thrown through a wall, my shoulder taking the entire hit. Dean instantly benched me until I could work without wincing from pain, leading to my curled-up position on the motel bed with the TV on and some random movie playing, even though I was reading my own book, relaxing in my pajamas with one of Dean’s flannels wrapped around me and rolled up to my elbows.

So, when the front door slammed open and two mountains of men came barreling in, both bleeding but one far worse than the other, I was on my feet. “The hell happened?” I half yelled, shutting the door, and throwing my hair into a bun in order to help my boys.

“Damn ghost got the jump on Sam. Took a shard of glass to the shoulder, got hit a few times.” Dean dropped his baby brother onto his bed as I grabbed the first aid kit from my bag.

“Go take a shower so I can see your cuts, De.” I told him, already starting to work on helping Sam. I sat myself beside Sam, pulling his shirt down in order to see the cut on his shoulder from the glass. “Damn Sammy. You’re gonna need stitches.” I quickly grabbed the needle and thread before handing Sam the whisky bottle from the bedside table. “Gonna need it.” Sam took a large swig from the bottle then handed it back, allowing me to pour a little on the wound to clean it.

Sam hissed in pain and his fingers twisted into the back of Dean’s shirt I was wearing. I started the stitching and made sure to be as careful and gentle as possible, keeping the stitches straight and even like my mother had taught me years ago. Dean had come out of the bathroom around the time I had moved to cleaning the cuts on Sam’s face. The older Winchester got dressed in a pair of sleep pants and a simple grey shirt. He had a glare in his eyes that was directed to his little brother and that he didn’t have when they came in.

“Ok.” I finished cleaning the last cut and picked up my trash, being careful to keep all the little pieces of glass in the tissues. “You’re good to go. Be careful with those stitches so you don’t rip one.”

“Thanks.” Sam released his hold on my shirt before he stood and took off for the bathroom to shower. I tossed my trash away then moved over to the other bed with the oldest Winchester laying across from it, favoring one side of his body.

“Dean? Can I look you over?” I asked as I sat down with my supplies.

“Why? You and Sammy looked pretty comfy over there. Sure, you don’t wanna go check on him again?” Dean had a venomous tone to his voice.

“The hell his wrong with you?” I questioned, crossing my arms over my chest. “You never let me check you first. It’s always Sam so I’m used to going to him first. He had glass in his wounds.”

“You didn’t have to be so close to him.” My eyes widened at his words. He was jealous of his little brother. “He didn’t need to be holding you.”

I took this time to gently toss a leg over his hips and sit in his lap. “Dean, baby? Sammy is like the big brother I never had. He was hurting and needed something to ground him.” My hands slid up his chest as I spoke, drawing a sigh from his lips. “Can I check your wounds now?” Dean nodded ever so slightly.

I repeated the process with Dean, getting him to sit and take a drink of whiskey to mask some of the pain that will come from cleaning his wounds. He didn’t let me move more than a few inches in order to get supplies, keeping me in his lap as I cleaned his cuts along his face and then checked the ribs he had been holding. “So, what’s the diagnosis doc? Will I live?” Dean asked as I finally packed away my things.

A smile crossed my lips. “Eh, there’s a possibility, but that all depends.”

“On what?” Dean played along.

“On if you take me out to breakfast tomorrow morning, just you and me.” Dean pulled me down to lay with my head on his chest and his arms around my hips, the blanket resting just above our legs.

“Of course.” He placed a long kiss to my head as Sam re-entered and flicked the lights off for bed. “Love you.”

“Love you too, De.” I snuggled into his side further as sleep engulfed me.

@thetallassgirl @hallecarey1

[evandsolo]

𝑫𝒂𝒅!𝑨𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒛 | Their Child's first bday | Hyung Line

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Ateez hyung line x f!reader 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : est. relationship. family. dad!ateez. fluff. 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 3.267k in total 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: parenting. difficulty in conception. Maknae line coming soon - LIBRARY -

𝖠𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋'𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾 : I really wanted to write about Dad!Ateez for pretty much the beginning of my adventure here. So here we are ! I hope you like it !

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑺𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒘𝒉𝒂 - ( wc : 853 )

“Okay, it’s cake time !” You said, clapping your hands with impatience. You had made small cupcakes for your baby’s first birthday, which came way too fast, if you were asked. Time was running, but your baby was running faster for a few weeks now. You just spent the day with your family, had a real good time at the beach. You took a bunch of cute pictures to send to all the uncles and family. Seonghwa was the best playtime partner, since your son seemed to be insatiable about playing today. Balls, toys, cubes, and everything. He wanted to have the best time of his life. This day was a core memory. You came home at dinner time, to celebrate with a little fancy dinner yall could share. The little one had a good time, but now it was time for him to blow out his first candle. You light it in the kitchen, while Seonghwa keeps your son busy. You finally come back, starting to sing the usual traditional "Happy Birthday." Your partner joins you to sing with you, as you advance the cake at the boy’s height. But his reaction makes you smile. "He’s fascinated." You point out to the dad. "Do you think he’ll want to blow on the flame? Is he scared?" You could feel in Hwa’s voice that he was starting to panic a little bit. What a hands-on dad he was. “Breathe honey, he’s just looking at it waving.” You try to reassure your lover. “You’re gonna burn yourself, honey.” You nod your head negatively before turning to the baby. "Are you blowing on it, angel?" You’re showing him how to do it, without extinguishing the flame, but he’s completely fixated on the movements she draws. “Come on, sweetheart, you can blow on it. We’ll help you if you want." Keep encouraging Seonghwa. Suddenly the child started to laugh as he looked at the flame. You and Seonghwa exchanged a puzzled but amused look. What could have made him laugh like that? Finally, before the wax from the candle runs over the cake you blow on the candle, while your companion puts a kiss on the top of the skull of your little boy. “Happy birthday, angel." He said. You put the cake on the baby’s high chair after removing the candle. He immediately put his tiny hand on the cream at the top of the cake to put some in his mouth, but ended up putting food all over his face, which made him laugh so much. He was such a happy baby, you couldn't help but feel so much love and tender to that little person. 

Later on, after a good cleaning session, you three were seated on the giant bed you and your husband were sharing. Unwrapping presents before bedtime. “Okay buddy, here’s the last one. And Dad chose it, very specially for you.” Said your partner by your side. The box wasn’t that big, but it made a lot of noise if you shake it. “ Oh ! What could it be, Bubba ? Open it !” You tear a small part of the paper, so that it can reach and pull on the paper in turn. Her tiny, poteled hand closes around the paper and you come to help her remove the wrapping piece by piece. "Oh! Look, honey, Lego!" You threw, surprise. You didn’t know he was going to give her this. But in the end, you could almost have guessed it. It was not as if your companion’s desk was filled with little figurines, raised of course since the baby was born. “It’s giant Legos ! That way, we can both make small constructions!" Seonghwa says with a little too much excitement in her voice. " Your first Lego! You’re going to have so much fun with Dad, angel." The toddler babbles between your arms, before crawling gently towards his father, not caring about the game box that was in front of him. Would you like to go and try them now?" he asks, catching the little one up against him. You realize at the same time how much they are alike, both of them. You had given birth to your husband’s perfect copy. It was just as well that he became a fan of construction as his father and now you will have the impression of having given him a tiny version of himself. The boy’s head is resting against his dad’s chest, yawning with his mouth open. "I guess that’s a very honest way to say no. You’re right, it’s tiring to be a year old." You both left the bed to hug him very tightly and say a few times how much he was loved and cherished. You put him in his bed, when his eyes were closed and took the time to admire the little perfect man you made, pressed against Hwa’s body. “You’re the best dad in the whole world for our little boy.” You whispered. He kisses the top of your head, tightening his embrace. "I would be nothing without him, and even less without you. You are my world.”

𝑲𝒊𝒎 𝑯𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒋𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒈 - (wc : 575)

“You definitely should be asleep now” You begged your little boy that would not go to sleep tonight. You tried everything, feed him, change him, rock him, sing him lullabies. The poor boy was constantly showing his dissatisfaction with tears and cries. His bad mood was not of tonight. It must have been because his morning nap made him angry. Or was it the teeth that were hurting? Your baby was babbling and leaving traces of it on the way. Whatever his grumpy mood, you didn’t really know what to do. Especially since you still had so much to prepare. Tomorrow you will go to the Hongjoong family for your first baby’s birthday. You couldn’t even delegate, since your partner was still in the studio. "I beg of you." you sighed at the little human who lay between your arms. Even the carrying did not work, although he loved to rest against your heart. 

"It’s your birthday that makes you sad? It’s your poor mother who should be sad that you’re growing up so fast!" You say, watching him without understanding why he was so upset. "What should I say then?" You hear the voice of your companion rising in the living room, making you jump. With the baby crying you didn’t even hear him come in. "Well, that’s a hell of a chagrin!" he said, approaching you. He puts a kiss on your lips, and a hand on yours against your son. I don’t know how to calm him down, he refuses to fall asleep, nothing works." You’re groaning and resting your head on his shoulder. “Okay, would you let me try?”You nod and let him try to put the baby carrier, before handing him the little sobbing boy. As soon as he was perfectly installed in the fabric, your son instantly stopped crying. “You just wanted your dad…” Your mother’s heart is tinged with a sweet emotion, while an ounce of relief creeps into your mind. The little boy’s sobs cease and he slowly puts his head against his father’s chest. “Little daddy’s boy.” Your partner says, while wrapping his arms around you, your baby was surrounded by the two of you, now. but his big round eyes were darted on the face of him, whom he looked so alike. Hongjoong was the only one who could put him asleep when he was just a newborn. As he grew up things changed, but on the eve of his first birthday, we must believe that he needed nothing more than to feel his dad. “As in his first days.” You commented. “I can’t believe he’s turning one tomorrow.” Life has been crazy, lately. “The best year of our life, baby.” he says, making you smile. “It was. We’re lucky.” You add, before coming to drop a kiss on the top of the skull of your still well awake baby. “Appa!” Said the little boy, making you both surprised. He never said a complete word before, only baby mumblings until tonight. “Did you say Appa ? Can you say it again ?” Hongjoong asks to his son. And the baby did. Appa ! You couldn’t help but feel so proud of your son, even though he definitely was his father’s son. “Your first word on your birthday ! I’m so proud of you buddy.” You say to the baby. “And I’m proud of us, honey.” Add Joong to your hear. You definitely wouldn’t have it any other way.

𝑱𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒖𝒏𝒉𝒐 - (wc : 970)

“How’s my little pumpkin this morning ?” You say, while taking your baby by your side on the bed. Covering both your bodies, while nursing her for the first time of the day. You took the time to picture her small little face against your skin. You didn’t realize she was already one. She was the perfect little cutie. Since birth she slept nearly through the whole night, only waking up a few times to be fed and changed. She used to sleep between you and Yunho, who loved having his daughter by his side. At one point, he was the one who refused that she goes into a big girl bed next to yoursYou understood real fast that he was way more anxious than you were about the baby's safety. He took her everywhere he could and when he couldn't, he rushed back home as soon as possible. It was really important for him to be able to feel her and to build a strong connection with his daughter. He helped her to learn everyday, and she's the best learner ever. You were both so proud of her. 

You caress her little cheek, You love those little times, when your bodies are pressed against each other, her little hand caressing your skin. It was a privileged time with her, and you cherished every little part of it, even the hardest ones. Suddenly, the buzzing sound of your phone, took you out of your admiration. It was Yunho facetiming you. “Hi, handsome.” You say, answering the call “Hi, pretty ! Wanted to see if you were okay.” He says, all smiley through the screen. The phone is tilted to allow him to admire the two women in his life. “We're all good. Pumpkin was very hungry this morning.” You said, feeling her moving against you, so her eyes could reach her dad through the phone. She quickly comes off to stand up against you, while you lift the fabric of your top. “-ppa !” squealing the little girl and waving her tiny hand, as if to grab the phone. “Yes it's Appa, honey.” You confirm, surrounding her little body with an arm. “Happy Birthday, princess !” he says. The baby started clapping happily in her hands. “When are you coming home ?” You ask since you wanted to spend that special day with your husband too. “We're at the airport! I'll be here in a few hours !” He made sure everything was right to be here right on time. “My case is full of sweet presents for our little pumpkin.” He was way too joyful. You were pretty sure that there was a present for him in this suitcase, such as a new game or new devices for his setup. “Our angel will be so spoiled ! Have a safe flight, sweet. Love you !” You say, before leaning to your baby and whisper in her ear. “Send a kiss to Appa, Pumpkin” Automatically the baby stas sending kisses to the phone, melting your heart seeing how cute she was. “Can't wait to be with you. Love you too, my dear.” The call ended and you grab your baby to take your breakfast and start the day. 

The sweet little girl has been a pure angel for the whole morning. She refused to take a nap but wanted to play all the time. For a few times, she tried to take her first steps, but ended up failing and falling back on her tiny butt. The last time she fell, she left her sweet teary eyes at you. “Oh no, baby, it's okay, don't be sad. You'll get it !” You hand her another block to distract her little mind from the failure. Soon you heard the door opening and you immediately lifted your head to catch Yunho's gaze as he entered the room, fully packed. “Here's my little family !” He says, the cutest smile on his face. He let down his bags just so he could rush to kiss you. “I hate being far away from you.” He whispers after kissing you. It was only two days but you missed him so much. “ Come here little Pumpkin.” Yunho says, rushing to his now one year old. “You've grown so much, in just two days !!” You couldn't help but smile. The baby laughed at all the kisses he left on her soft skin as if it tickled her. He put her back on the mattress, to go and grab a little package from his suitcase. “Hey. We said we would give her presents at the party.” You complain. You wanted to give her all of her beautiful new toys. But your husband had another idea. He sat on the mattress next to you. Your daughter was standing, playing with her cubes on the bench and she turned her head to her dad with the biggest smile. She reached out her little hand to her father, who urged her to join him. For a few seconds, the toddler looked for balance before she did it. One foot after the other, she took her first step before your perfectly amazed eyes. She lost balance in her father's arms who looked at her with so much pride. You couldn't hold back the little tear of pride. “You did it, Pumpkin! Just like the little champ you are.” He greeted her. You clapped your hands to congratulate her and she joined you, with all her joyful heart. “I'm so proud of you ! That's a big step, just on your birthday !” How amazing that was. “ She was trying for a few days, but kept falling in the end.” You informed your husband. “She waited for us to be reunited. Now she's going to run everywhere.” He says, wishing you both good luck. But you knew he couldn't wait to chase after his daughter.

𝑲𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒆𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒈 - (wc : 869)

It was the most perfect day ever. You had the best party at home for your son’s first birthday. Everyone was there, the boys even wore their alter-ego costumes for the birthday boy’s delight. He couldn’t help but giggle all day long, watching his dad and uncles playing cute. You had to admit it was quite fun to see them play. When the little party ended, you three met again to blow out the candles one last time. It was a great emotion to see that your baby was already growing so fast. Yeosang had also had bright eyes all day, he shared your emotion. You had tried for a long time to have that little piece of you, that today you cherished the least of the moments by his side. Now you were gently playing on the playmat, when you saw the baby yawning vividly. “That big day was exhausting, right ?” You say to the sweet and discreet boy, crawling to his dad, who catches him real fast, to hug him tight. “We should go to bed, buddy.” Yeosang says, patting his son’s hair, which was so endearing. “One last pic, first !” You say, while grabbing your polaroid camera, that followed you through your pregnancy and the first year of your dear boy. The flash of the camera blinds you for a few seconds, before printing the image. “Who do you want to go to bed with, baby ?” You ask the little one. He clenches himself even more against his father, showing how much he wished that it was him who accompanied him to the arms of Morpheus. “Seems like it'll be me for today.” Says your partner. “Imma sing him to sleep, I'll be back in a bit.” A wave of kisses to your husband and your son and a hug later, he disappeared in the baby's room. 

You could hear him sing from the living room, where you were still seated. He used to sing lullabies to the baby when he was in the womb. He did it for the whole nine months of your pregnancy and now he practically was the only one who was able to put him to sleep. His voice was soothing the baby the way nothing or nobody does. It was pure magic. 

You take a look at the Polaroïds you took earlier, and it was the most heartwarming thing you've ever seen. The three of you were all smiley and purely happy. Compared to the first pic you took as a family, your boy looked so grown up. You grab the white box that was hidden under the couch. In there, there was every little memory of that first year. Your pregnancy test, your first ultrasound, the bracelet the baby wore in the hospital. There also was the little thing that announced his name and his birthday. His first beanie, his first socks, his tiny handprint, but most of all, every picture you took, through this whole year. “Darling ?” Yeosang says, through the room. “Are you okay ?” There's no doubt, he got all your emotions. He knew you so well. “Y-Yes ! I was going down memory lane. All of this feels like it was yesterday.” You say, emotions tangling your voice. “I know. But this one, this is my favorite memory.” He pointed to the polaroid Yunho took the day before you gave birth to your treasure. Yeo was holding you so close, his hands resting on your baby's home, there was sunset behind you. It was an amazing picture. “I remember that night, everything went so amazingly, and everything that happened next, made me love you even more” Your heart bursted so fast, as he said those words. “I love our family so much.” You say, resting your head on his shoulder, and taking the first sleepers your baby wore in the hospital. “Do you remember when he was so tiny ? You could fit his two little feet in your hand !” An emotive smile took place in your face. “Yeah. He was so small I was afraid to break him.” He confesses, wrapping an arm around you. “We should write him a note, for when we’ll give him this box.” He suggests and you nod real fast, you take a paper and a pen. “Wanna go first ?” You ask by handing her the pen. "We should both do that instead. You write?" You nod and both of you start thinking about what to write. Finally the word is written by itself and you come out, your heart swollen with tenderness. Everything was perfect. 

To our treasure. 

You who were so expected and we loved from the first seconds. You are the most beautiful thing that ever happened to us. You are loved, pampered and protected from the first day to the last. You can always count on us. Be who you want, make your life a dream. Be happy. Live, laugh, love, cry. Mom and dad will always be there to support you. 

Our little warrior, our little angel, you will never be alone. 

We love you with all the intensity of the world. 

Thank you for this year and the ones to come. 

With love, Mom and Dad.

I really hope you appreciated it, do not hesitate to reblog or to leave a note i’d love to read all about your thoughts. ✿ MAKNAE LINE COMING REAL SOON ©evandsolo, 2O24

[silverofthunder]

☆ hold me close (for the minute) ☆

Copia x GN Reader

summary: ”I just want to be with you a minute or two longer.”

content: 853 words, hurt/comfort, established relationship, SFW

!! contains some spoilers of Rite Here Rite Now !!

Okay, so I saw RHRN and heard the new song (still listening to it on repeat) and here I am. I knew I would get inspired but writing flow hasn't been working that well lately. I actually wanted to throw this piece into the bin but maybe this isn't that bad anyway... 😊

You had felt off for the whole day and you weren’t sure why. It felt like the weight of the whole world was resting on your shoulders and your chest had that unpleasant tight feeling. You felt like you could break at any moment – you wanted to cry and scream but instead you just fulfilled your work duties as you would do any other day.

Your smile definitely wasn’t that bright and if anyone noticed, they certainly didn’t say anything and you were grateful for that. The hours passed slowly but as soon as you were free from your duties, you went to your and Copia’s shared chambers, finding the man sitting on the bed. His eyes found you immediately, a small smile tucking at his lips but you could see that it didn’t reach his eyes and sense the slight tension in the air.

”Shouldn’t you be working?” you asked, walking over to Copia.

”Sí but it can wait for a moment,” Copia said, reaching to take your hand in his, his eyes full of concern as he rubbed his thumb over your knuckles.

The feeling in your heart got tighter. Something was not right, you were sure of it. With a sigh you sat beside him, your body angled towards his. He squeezed your hand, gaze studying you closely and eventually you had to move your own gaze away as the concern in his eyes was too much to bear, the realization sinking in. Copia had always been able to read you like you were an open book. He knew that something was bothering you.

”Amore,” he said softly, quietly, and you swallowed, feeling the tears already burning in your eyes. Copia’s other hand came to rest on shoulder, then sliding under you jaw, taking a gentle hold of it and making you look at him.

”Whatever it is, it’s okay,” he said, and you drew in a sharp breath, shaking your head.

”The problem is that I don’t know why I feel like this,” you said frustrated. ”The whole day has been just…” You weren’t able to finish the sentence as the tears started to flow. Everything you had kept in, erupted at once and in the next moment Copia wrapped his arms around you, closing you into a tight embrace as the force of sobbing shook your body.

”It’s okay,” Copia spoke, pressing a light kiss on your head while drawing some soothing patterns on your back with his hand. You clung onto him, your fists holding his suit jacket so tight it would probably leave some wrinkles behind.

Time seemed to stop as you let it all out, focusing on the soft voice of Copia as he whispered comforting words to you. The heavy world around you seemed to disappear and it was only you and him. The tightness in your chest was fading and you felt like you could breathe again but you wanted to linger in the moment for a bit longer.

It had been so busy lately and maybe some changes had affected you more than you had thought but there was one thing that hadn’t changed. The core of everything – your love for Copia. The world around you could have been on fire yet that wouldn’t change it. Nothing would ever change it.

You let out a long sigh, finally pulling back from the embrace and wiped the tears that were still left on your cheeks. Copia cupped your face, his gaze meeting yours, all soft and loving.

”Feeling better?”

You nodded, offering a small smile to Copia.

”Yes.”

Copia looked happy with that and a moment of silence fell between you. Your eyes fell down, seeing the wet patch on the front of the suit jacket and you made a face at that.

”Sorry about that,” you said, pointing at the suit and Copia just brushed it off.

”Nah, it’s fine. Won’t ruin the suit.”

You hummed, taking in the suit. It was different than usual but you had to admit Copia looked so good in it.

”My handsome man,” you said smiling, moving your hands to run your fingers over the fabric and Copia let out a light chuckle, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs.

”My beautiful amore,” he said softly and leaned in to capture your lips in a brief, sweet kiss. ”You should rest now.”

Something tucked at your chest and you took a hold of Copia’s arms just as he was about to stand up.

”Do you have to go? I don’t want to be alone now.”

A line of worry formed onto Copia’s forehead and you knew what he was thinking.

”I feel better but right now I just want to be with you a minute or two longer.”

Understanding filled Copia’s eyes and he nodded, moving into a better position on the bed and opened his arms. You didn’t waste time as you crawled close to him, placing yourself comfortably into his embrace. You sighed and closed your eyes, focusing on the moment.

This was just what you needed right now – to be content in his arms.

[missdaytonawrites]

light shower • a. anderson

summary - a pleasent lil' domestic evening with abs. :)

WC - 853

cw/tw - none! just a fluffly take on evenings with abby, still 100% MDNI. afab!reader, domestic!abby, kissing, teeth-rottingly sweet fluff, gendered pet names (pretty girl, my girl etc.) just a whole lotta love here.

A/N - ..heeeey people... heres another fic for my abs!!! i promise theres a POTO fic comin.. bear with me lol. i love everyone elses love for "kintsugi" so i wanted to get somethin' out that gives ya' a taste of abby on the complete opposite side of the spectrum. just a little refresher after this weeks previous smut. hope yall eat this up!

"i was surprised to see heaven in your eyes."

an extremely loud “crash” noise comes from the slammed-shut screen door, it follows the squeal leaving your lips and the thumping of your footsteps against soft soil. as you full-sprint into this spring's greenery, your senses are flooded with the pine-y scent of the season.

not much time passes before you hear the screen door creak and then loudly slam again. but this time, its abby, ever-burly and beautiful as she barrels down the back porch and into her yard to get you. “can’t hide from me, pretty lady!” you hear her shout from behind the bush you're using as camouflage, “gonna find you and get you!” she triumphs.

you were current reigning hide n’ seek champion, having won three games more than abby just today! always finding new or adventurous spots that would have her searching for hooours. you were typically the one who insinuated these seemingly childish games, practically begging for abby's attention as you whined and tugged at the neck of her shirt.

abby, on the other hand, secretly loved this. the domesticity of it all? her absolute favorite, she loved coming home from work and playing a couple rounds of tag or hide n’ seek with you. pretending she was a kid again with her person was the best part of her day. she never really could let the stress of work bother her when she knew what was waiting at home.

exactly where she was right now, looking high and low through the botany to find you. hoping that this time, you’re in a spot she can actually get to you in. you were infamous for climbing up into trees or into hidden cabinets when you really wanted to win. at this point, abbys ready to give up! feeling as though shes looked in every bush and behind every tree, just as she hears a faint rustling and… umph-

in the blink of an eye, she’s got you in her arms bridal style and has damn-near tackled you to the ground. boy, was it a sight to see. the two of you stumbling about, like a pair of idiots, trying to come back from the giggling fits you’ve both fallen into. once abby has safely caught her balance and has you secured in her embrace, she erupts with giggles again as she lets you both clumsily fall to the ground. “can’t believe ya’ got me!” pouting as she pulls you close to her, brushing your hair out of your eyes. “dunno what you want me to say,” she shrugs against the grass, “i got a knack for findin’ pretty girls hiding in my backyard.”

you scooch even further into her. “yeah, yeah. you do this time.” abby brushes you off her shoulder and leans over your lying form, plucking a longer piece of grass from the earth. rolling back over, she props herself up on her elbows and begins to trace your features with her freshly picked possession. the blade of grass traces up the bridge of your nose and over one of your eyebrows. it goes down and over your cheekbones, then brushes your lips. the faint texture of the plant sending you into an all-encompassing nirvana.

now she twirls the grass, just barely, against your cheek. letting it drop while she closes the distance between you two, her lips grazing yours for a fraction of a second then passionately pressing into yours. abby couldn’t ever get enough of your kisses. she would kiss ya’ till she ran out of breath if she could! your lips were so plush and typically moisturized, you always smelt like fresh fruit. getting absolutely lost in the intimacy, she begins to alternate between kissing and nibbling on your lips. practically sucking a hickey onto your lower face, she takes a deep inhale of your scent and then pulls away. slowly detaching her lips from yours with a dreamy sigh.

“such a pretty lady i got beneath me..” she sits up and your head sorta naturally falls on her lap. “love comin’ home to my pretty girl.” these parts of your evening, where time feels sticky-slow and the hot air starts to cool, make your heart swell. life with your abby was everything and more, something you’d wish for twenty times over in another life. so there you and abby sat, wrapped up in one another while you softly hum into her leg. she whispers sweet nothings as her fingers rake through your hair, and it doesnt take long for you to start to doze off in her lap. she doesnt let you drift too far off into sleep though, scooping you up and courting you in the house.

she gets you into bed and mutters something about being right back before leaving to go turn out all the lights and lock the house up. once she returns, there you are. the sweetest thing to ever walk gods green earth sleeping peacefully amidst her sheets. clicking out the bedside lamp, she climbs in next to you and makes sure your tucked in. “g’night pretty girl.” and then, same as you, she's out.

i hope you liiiike! im such a sucker for sweet gf abby maybe you are too, i promise there are more fics to come!!

[tmntfixationxreader]

♡Watching Him Work♡Donnie x Reader♡

~Falling asleep to Donnie making his tech~

Word count: 853

Warnings: Complete fluff, short one-shot.

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“Dooooonieeeee!” You say, leaning over the back of Donnie’s chair, and poking him in his arm.

Donnie was sitting in his lab chair, tinkering at his desk. He was working on a new piece to his battle shell. His battle shell was on the desk table next to him, and his soft shell was exposed as he sat. It seemed like he was really concentrating… And of course, right when he was getting some work done, you wanted attention.

As much as he loved you, this was getting annoying.

“Y/n… I’m concentrating…” He scooted slightly forward in his chair, leaning over his desk, trying not to be annoyed.

“But I can’t sleep…” You said, leaning over the back of his chair to see what he was working on.

His fingers worked diligently, moving exactly where and how they needed to move to get the job done. It was precise. Perfectly moving in connection to his brain.

You didn’t know how he did it, but you found it intriguing to watch.

After a moment, Donnie realized you went silent. He glanced over at you.

“Are you just going to watch…?” He asked, while still working on his tech.

“If you're ok with that… Can I stay?” Your eyes are not leaving his fingers.

“Of course you can…” Donnie muttered, leaning forward a little more.

You waited for him to pause so you could shift without messing up his work. When he reached for a tool, you shifted, sitting behind him in his chair. He blinked a few times, then looked over his shoulder.

“What are you doing back there…?” Donnie asked.

“Sitting with you,” You said, putting your hands just above his hips, leaning your head against his shoulder so you could watch.

Donnie smiled slightly, blushing a little, going back to his work.

It was silent for a while, while he was working, but eventually the turtle in purple spoke.

“So why can’t you sleep? It’s three in the morning, Y/n,” He said, leaning forward and your whole body shifted with his.

“I just can’t fall asleep easy… Always thinking about {your work or school}… That kind of thing…” You mutter sleepily, watching him work.

“Ah… Sorry that’s stressing you out…” He said.

“It’s ok…” You trailed off, tracing the purple rectangle shapes on his shoulders. “Your a very nice pillow…”

Donnie smiled a little. “I’ve heard that.”

You yawn once, watching his fingers work.

“Are you going to fall asleep on me?” Donnie asked, feeling slightly pleased that he had made you sleepy just by laying on him.

“Mhm…” You hummed subconsciously, already half asleep.

Donnie smiled, and went back to his work. “Ok then… Good night, Lavender…”

You smiled subconsciously and dozed off more.

It was only a few minutes before you really fell asleep, completely laying on him and making sweet sleeping noises.

He smiled to himself, and looked back at his work… It wasn’t done yet… But he probably needed to take you to bed.

Donnie shifted in his chair, picking you up bridal style, and carrying you to your bedroom in the layer.

He shifted you a little to open the door, and then went into your room, setting you down on the bed carefully, trying not to wake you.

You did wake up slightly, opening your eyes a crack, and stirring a little.

“Shhh, go back to sleep…” He whispered to you, tucking you in, pulling the blankets up to your shoulders. He ran a gentle hand through your hair to help you fall back asleep.

After he deemed you asleep, he leaned down and gave you a gentle kiss on the forehead.

You smiled a little, waking up as he started to walk out. You caught his hand.

“Wait…” You muttered. “You need sleep too…”

Donnie smiled, and whispered. “I did take a nap today… I should be fine for another couple hours.”

You thought for a moment, not letting go of the loose grip you had his hand in.

“But then you could get a head start tomorrow…” You whisper.

“True… But I am in the middle of coding…”

“You could pause your coding…”

Donnie raised one of his already dramatic eyebrows.

“Why do I get the feeling you just want me to stay?” He smiled.

You blushed. “I do want you to stay… A lot…” You muttered.

He smirked. “That’s all you had to say, Lavender…”

Donnie walked around to the other side of the bed, taking off his mask and goggles before climbing into the other side of the bed.

You immediately scooted up close to him, laying your head down on his chest plate.

He froze, not expecting it. It took him a moment before he put his arm around you; one arm going around your waist and the other holding your hip.

He smiled, and blushed a little as you nuzzled up close to him, your head resting in the crook of his neck

You almost immediately fell asleep, listening to Donnie’s soft heartbeat, his fingers running through your hair.

Donnie smiled to himself, listening to you sleep. Eventually he began to grow tired too, the quiet sound of your breathing lulling him to some much needed sleep…

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[cissa-calls]

Countdown to Agatha All Along: Day 853

https://www.empireonline.com/tv/news/agatha-all-along-marvel-take-the-goonies-exclusive/

A look at Agatha All Along from an article at Empire. It serves to confirm some pieces and ideas introduced in the teaser - my favorite being this quote:

“So how does a witch that no-one’s going to trust get a band of sisters together?”

And THAT’s exactly it. Agatha has never depended on people, only used them. The only one she can depend on is herself, that’s how it has always been. However, I’m most curious to see how they connect the end of Wandavision to the beginning of the show.

(Image Credit: Empire)

Seeing Agatha in her iconic robes has made me fall in love with the character all over again. She’s back.

[nobedofroses]

December 26th

pairing: Jack Daniels x reader

warnings: fluff

words: 853

a/n: next one! this takes place somewhere in the south-ish, so it is a more temperate winter where flowers could live outside lol. meet cute with Jack basically, prompted by myself actually lmao

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Every time you came home for the holidays, you ended up working at the family bakery. It didn’t matter that you weren’t even in college anymore and had a full time job of your own, you somehow always got roped in. It probably didn’t help that you loved every minute of it. 

But this time, you weren’t helping bake or even up front helping people pick out and pay for their items, you were doing a delivery. Normally, this was your younger cousin’s job, but she was off on a ski day with her friends at the local hill. You were delivering cupcakes for a holiday/engagement party, and you actually knew the happy couple so you figured you could at least say hi. 

When you arrived, you parked behind a landscaping company truck, and figured that some work around the property was being done for the party. Planting flowers, maybe. Or getting rid of anything that had died in the colder weather. You looked forward to seeing what had been done later that night when you actually attended the party. Maybe they’d even set up some of the event outside and that’s why they were doing it. 

To take the cupcakes in, it was going to take you at least four trips since there were over 200 cupcakes (probably because just about everyone in town was attending). Maybe you’d be able to rope in one of the family members to give you a hand to make it go faster. 

But just when you were about to go in through the kitchen door, disaster nearly struck. The door swung open and missed the first giant tray of cupcakes by just a couple inches. 

You gasped and froze in place, trying not to jerk and cause any damage. After looking down to make sure the box was still intact, you looked up at who was standing there in front of you, also looking shocked. And then you nearly dropped the cupcakes anyway. 

It was a man. A strong, well-muscled, wearing only a white t-shirt and work jeans, slightly sweaty, handsome man whom you had never seen before in your life. Because if you had, you sure as hell would’ve remembered. 

“Oh my goodness, darlin’, I’m so sorry, are you alright? I wasn’t thinkin’, I shouldn’t have opened that door so quick. Is your… big box okay?” he rushed out, the extra twang in his voice somehow making you even more flustered. 

“I’m— I’m fine. They’re fine, they’re cupcakes,” you told him awkwardly, looking down at the box. 

“Cupcakes! You must be from the bakery. Here, I’ll, um, I’ll open the door for you, sugar, and then I can even take you to the table where they belong. I’m just doin’ the landscapin’, but I know John, the groom, and he was just tellin’ me all about the room’s setup for tonight,” he told you, ushering you into the kitchen and through it before you even knew what was happening. 

You got the cupcakes to the table and he asked if there were any more that he could help you with and didn’t take no for an answer when you tried to say you didn’t need help. 

“I almost ruined these cupcakes, so you can bet that I’m going to make sure the rest get in place all in one piece just in case there are any other lumberin’ fools walkin’ ‘round this place, honey,” he said and you honestly couldn’t believe he talked like that, but it also made you feel all warm and gooey inside. 

You acquiesced, of course, and he ended up doing all of the carrying. You tried to take boxes yourself, but he said it was much more important that you were on door and lookout duty. And you did do your fair share of it, but it wasn’t the cupcakes that you were looking at. 

Ten minutes later, all of the cupcakes were safe on the table. The two of you stood there for a second before another look of astonishment crossed his face, “Forgive me, darlin’, where have my manners been? My name’s Jack, if I may ask yours?” 

You told him and put your hand in his when he reached out, feeling warmth rush to your face when you felt how big and strong and warm his hand was. 

“Will I see you at the party tonight?” Jack asked, your hand still in his, his thumb brushing over the back of yours. 

“Um, yeah. Yeah, I’ll be there,” you told him, suddenly so much more excited to go than you already had been. 

“Then I’ll look for you, sugar. If there’s dancin’ save me one, alright?” he asked, waiting for your quick nod before he headed out a back door, ostensibly to get back to work. 

You waited until the door closed before sitting heavily on the chair by the table and making a sort of helpless sound. Suddenly you needed a cold shower. Or a nicer dress. Or maybe to ask your family about whether they needed your help more often. Like maybe all year round.

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[jeonginssa]

front row faeries | the seelie collection

a/n: this is a work in progress so please be patient with me 💜

word count: 853

pairing: yoon jeonghan x reader

genre: idol jeonghan, fashion designer reader, forbidden romance, slow burn, ?enemies? to lovers

warnings: brief mention of champagne

taglist: @junhour

Models, make up artists and hair stylists scurried around you at a frantic pace. Luckily for you, you were too busy to even have a chance to panic. A count began and the first model was cued to the catwalk. This was it! Your first, hopefully successful, fashion show. You had spent the past two months surrounded by mood boards, fabrics, sewing needles, and just about every pearl you could get your hands on. You had sacrificed countless hours of sleep and relaxation to see your vision come to life and here it was. The Seelie collection. Thirteen pieces of your blood, sweat and tears were being showcased to the world, well, to Seoul. The collection was inspired by the Scottish myths about faeries, specifically a group of faeries known as the seelie court. They were beautiful but they didn’t live by human laws, instead having their own code of conduct which made them fascinating yet dangerous.You had taken inspiration for this collection from a myriad of places but this was the key element that tied everything together.

As the show came to a close it was your turn to walk the catwalk with your models and take a bow. You couldn’t help but let your eyes stray to an impeccably dressed man in the front row. He must be a model himself, his perfectly tousled hair allowed one strand to hang strategically over one eye, a leather jacket was draped over his shoulders and he was smirking. Wait, why was he smirking? Crap. You were staring. You dragged your eyes away from him and took one final bow, before exiting the stage with your models.

“You were all amazing! Thank you so much for being a part of my fashion debut, I couldn’t have done it without you all! As a way to say thanks I’ve arranged an after party, I’ll kakao you all the address. Attendance is completely optional, I just wanted to show my gratitude. Anyway, I’ve rambled enough! Hopefully, I’ll see some of you there otherwise that’s a lot of champagne for me to drink on my own.” You laughed, somewhat anxiously, the nerves having their chance to be felt now the adrenaline of the show was wearing off.

A lot more of the models, hair team and makeup team attended the afterparty than you were expecting which was a welcome relief from the fear that you’d be stood alone in an empty room with no one to celebrate with. Perhaps sensing your introspection Song Yerin, one of the more experienced models in your show waltzed up to you with a grace that still shocked you after a week of rehearsals.

“I just wanted to tell you that your garments were really beautiful and given the opportunity I’d love to work with you again. That was one of the most exciting shows I’ve been a part of, you really paid attention to every detail and I’m really lucky to have been a part of it.” Her smile was warm and genuine in an effortlessly beautiful kind of way.

“You flatter me Yerin, thank you. I’d be thrilled to have you on my team in my future shows, you’re a wonderful model.” Her eyes sparkled with appreciation and you felt admiration that someone as used to receiving compliments as Yerin still seemed as down to earth as she did.

“Speaking of attention to detail,” Yerin paused and wiggled her eyebrows as your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “I noticed some eye contact with a certain idol out on that runway.” She winked at you and you felt warmth rush to your cheeks at the memory.

“Idol?”

“Oh my God, do you not know who you were locking eyes with?!” Your baffled expression answered on your behalf. “This is perfect and you don’t even realise how perfect. You know… I could get his number for you, if you wanted.”

“I think I’ll remain blissfully ignorant on this one, Yerin. I don’t have time to entertain the idea of dating.”

“Shame.” She crinkled her nose slightly in friendly disapproval. A chuckle left your lips and you couldn’t help but notice how ordinary she looked in that moment. Not ordinary, real. “Anyway, I’ll stop monopolising your attention, I’m sure there’s a lot of other people in here dying to ask you about your collection. Good luck with everything, call me if an opportunity comes up… or if you decide you want that number,” she winked playfully and strode off as elegantly as she approached.

The rest of the evening was a sea of platitudes and networking but you didn’t mind. Truthfully, it was a pleasant change for everyone to be praising you for once as opposed to the other way around.

Your car keys skidded a short distance as you chucked them onto your kitchen counter. You flicked a light switch on and flopped onto your sofa fully dressed, too tired to change into pajamas or stumble to your bed. Sleep found you almost immediately, not even leaving you as your phone pinged over and over again with congratulations from everyone you know.

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[autisticsupervillain]

FTF Calculations: My Friendly Neighborhood Feats

Gordon's Guns

Gordon O'Brian uses guns that shoot metal alphabet letters at his opponents. I'll be calcing how much energy they produce.

From what I could find online, metal sign letters like the ones in the game weigh roughly 0.34 pounds, or 0.154 kgs, so I'll use that as a reference.

Source:

The Stenographer

As the puppets will survive no matter how much you shoot them or at what range, I'll be assuming they're taking point blank shots to get the highest possible numbers. Most handguns have a muzzle velocity of around 274.32 meters per second, so I'll assume that's how fast they're traveling here too.

0.154 kgs traveling at 274 m/s gets us a kinetic energy of about 5.8 Kilojoules (Street Level)

The Novelist

From what I could count in game, the Novelist's slugs fire out a buck shot of about five letters, so anything getting hit point blank with this thing will be taking 1.23200 kgs instead. Most shotguns have a muzzle velocity of 365.76 meters per second, which gets us a kinetic energy of 82 kilojoules (Wall Level)

The Punctuation

From what I could count, this grenade sprays up to twenty letters all over the place. Grenade shrapnel from most fragmentation grenades travels at 480 m/s, and 3.08 kgs traveling at that speed would generate a kinetic energy of 355 kilojoules if you took it all point blank.

The Conclusion

Miniguns typically have a muzzle velocity of 853 meters per second. 0.154 kgs traveling at that speed would generate a kinetic energy of 56 kilojoules (Wall Level)

Ironically, a lot of this supposedly "non-lethal" arsenal would absolutely obliterate a human being if used on them.

Gordon falls off a building

At the end of the game, Gordon gets blinded by a flash of lightning and falls of the antenna tower, landing all the way in the basement through a convenient hole. I'll assume Gordon weighs 90.9 kgs as he is a slightly overweight 40 year old man. Since it takes him 9 seconds to hit the ground, we can estimate the building would have to be 397 meters tall, meaning he would've landed with an impact energy of 354 kilojoules (Wall Level)

Conclusion

Wall Level for the My Friendly Neighborhood cast is very consistent, with most of the weapons being on a somewhat low end of it. For reference, it only takes around 3 kilojoules to crush a human skull, with shotguns typically generating 3.2 kilojoules. Meaning that all of Gordon's weapons would absolutely shred a human to pieces and Gordon himself would absolutely be dead from that fall.

Here are the Calculators and formulas used here.

[ninjadeathblade]

Moulin Rouge Discotrain AU (part ten)

Summary: (Post-game canon) The Conductor and DJ Grooves agree to finally work on a movie together. They come up with 'Moulin Rouge', a musical drama filled with romance. Over time the two directors grow closer and discover that maybe they don't hate each other as much.

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Word count: 853

Warnings: None

Author's notes: I wasn't going to post this up just yet but I feel like I shouldn't leave people on a cliffhanger with the sort of two part piece next. I now have another OC (the collection grows) so meet Cody!

Grooves fidgeted in his seat, unable to stop stressing.

Conductor rested a hand over one of his flippers.

"Quit it. Yer making me nervous too," the owl hissed.

The two of them had agreed to an interview with the press about their new movie.

They'd agreed to only talk to one interviewer, who would pose questions from fans and different news companies.

Which was why Grooves and Conductor were sat side by side, awaiting the questions that would be posed to them.

The cat that was acting as their interviewer seemed nice enough and excited to meet them. They had black fur like most of the Metro cats but had green eyes instead of the usual yellow.

"I'm sorry. I can't help it," Grooves replied.

"If it's about you being Christian then don't worry. You were the perfect choice for his role," Conductor comforted.

Grooves shot his companion a small smile.

"And we're going live in five, four, three, two, one-" the camera person counted the in.

"Hi, I'm Cody and I'm here today with esteemed directors The Conductor and DJ Grooves! We're going to be talking about their new collaborative movie Moulin Rouge," Cody started. "But first off, how are you two doing today?"

"Good," they replied in unison.

"So, what's it like working with each other? Cody asked. "Your infamous rivalry seems to have been pushed aside for this project."

"It's pretty fun actually," Grooves answered, looking over at Conductor.

"I don't know if we have a rivalry anymore, to be honest. This peck neck has actually been half decent. I can see myself workin' with him again sometime," Conductor admitted, looking over at Grooves as he said it.

Cody smiled as the two birds looked back over at them. "And what are your roles? It's well known you always play roles in your movies."

"I won't be starring," Conductor responded. "But Grooves here is going to be starring as one of the main characters. He's the perfect person I could've cast."

Grooves' breathing sped up, chest tightening again.

Cody's and Conductor's words faded into the background as he tried to keep his breathing even, tried to refocus.

But he couldn't. Grooves couldn't drag himself out of the pressure that he felt like drowning in.

What if he couldn't live up to Conductor's expectations?

He forced himself back into focus when someone tapped him on the shoulder.

The penguin looked over at the owl, who had a sympathetic look about him.

"Back with us?" Conductor asked gently, keeping his voice quiet enough that only Grooves could hear him.

"Yeah. Sorry. How much did I miss?" Grooves frowned, keeping his voice at an equal level.

"A bit but it's fine. You clearly weren't feelin' great. Don't worry about it," Conductor reassured, his thumb gently rubbing circles into Grooves' shoulder.

"What's happening now?"

"Advert break. We've got a few more minutes until the second half," Conductor explained.

Grooves sighed, closing his eyes behind his sunglasses.

"Or…we could just leave."

Grooves opened his eyes and looked at his friend.

"We can't do that. You worked so hard to get this interview on our terms," Grooves protested. "Connie, you can't-"

"But yer not happy. You did something for me when I was sad. So I owe you one," Conductor interrupted, standing and pulling Grooves up with him. "Come on. We can go the cinema. On me this time."

Grooves chuckled. "And what's the press going to think of the fact that we both ran off in the middle of an interview?"

"Peck it. I want to make you happy."

"Fine then."

"Let's go."

Conductor held onto Grooves' arm, dragging the penguin back to the room they'd left their things in.

"Oh, hey guys, do you need to go?" Cody asked.

"Yes. Urgent business, you know how it is," Conductor lied, picking up his satchel.

"Oh well, good luck! Can't wait to see the movie when it comes out." Cody offered a grin.

"Bye darling," Grooves said quickly before Conductor dragged him out the building.

"It's not like we have to go so fast," Grooves laughed as the two of them walked quickly down the street.

Conductor slowed down before coming to a stop. "Sorry."

"No, it's fine."

"It kind of works that we left. They're showing one of my movies and one of your movies back to back at the cinema," Conductor said, letting go of Grooves and walking slower down the street.

"You planned this, didn't you?" Grooves questioned, catching up to Conductor.

The owl stared down at the street as they walked.

"Perhaps. But I knew you probably wouldn't enjoy the interview. So I timed it that we would only have to be there for the first half then we could leave and go to the cinema," Conductor explained.

Grooves put a flipper on Conductor's shoulder, forcing the owl to stop.

His co-director looked up at him, jaw tensed.

"It's kind of you. Thanks Connie."

"Shut up peck neck."

Grooves snickered, picking up Conductor's hat off his head. "Very kind of you."

Conductor scowled up at him, swiping his hat back.

"Not kind."

[invisibleraven]

20 questions for writers

So I was tagged by @stellarspecter last week (I am so behind on my dash) and @1mnobodywhoareyou today.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

132-92 of which are JatP

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

1 853 063 (I’d say 1.5m is JatP) and I have a few ficlets to upload there from last week. We’re almost at 900 if you can believe that!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Julie and the Phantoms for the past three years and I don’t see that changing any time soon.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

And giving yourself to me can never be wrong (251) My collection of smut prompt fills.

I Know Who I Want To Take Me Home (195) the first part of my Semisonic Sunset verse, and probably my claim to fame on this fandom.

But came the dawn (176) my favourite fic I’ve ever written. A PeterPatterLina soulmate AU that I will never top.

Better walk the line (129) my single dad Reggie PeterPatterLina fic.

Maybe this news can wait (126) The third (and only non smutty part) of the Semisonic Sunset verse.

5. Do you respond to comments?

Not anymore, it takes too many spoons.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Haunted by the moments of what we used to be the fic that mostly got me comments of how very dare you because it is such an angst fest.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I think the last time I did this I said Yellow Wood but this time I’ll say So Close To Reaching That Famous Happy End-my PeterPatterLina Enchanted AU. I love it dearly, and hope that you do too if you read it!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

On my fics now no. A few concrit comments I could do without, and there’s the whole blacklist nonsense that still stings, but otherwise I’m pretty invisible.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I have in the past yes, but it has been forever since I did so last. I have written M/M, F/F, M/F, and a bunch of multi partnered fics (though mostly M/M/F). Maybe I’ll add some to one of my many WiPs.

10. Do you write crossovers?

No, and I never will. I hate crossover fics and will go out of my way to avoid them.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes. It was an unpleasant experience I hope not to repeat.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but I’ve given blanket permission on my AO3 to do so as long as you credit me and send me a link. Same thing with podfics, and any other fanworks of my stories.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No. If anyone wanted to, I think it would be fun!

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

I seriously could not pick just one. I am a multi-shipper, even within my current fandom, but gun to my head I prefer reading and writing Rulie more than anything, with PeterPatterLina being a very close second.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

I have far too many WiPs and it has been a hot second since I touched any of them. At this point my trope bingo fic is pretty much dead, but maybe I’ll come back to it one day.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Endings apparently. It’s the thing I get complimented on the most.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Grammar, spelling, and editing.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Have done it before, and actually start doing Spanish in DuoLingo to be better about it, but I suck at conjugating verbs so that fell by the wayside. I mostly only use it for pet names.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Trigun, a very very bad smut fic. After that Teen Titans because I fell in love with the Raven/Beast Boy ship. Those fics all still exist on my ff.net account if you find it, and my fave TT fic is on my AO3.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

But came the dawn obviously. Also So Close, and Yellow Wood all hold a piece of my heart. But if I were to pick the fic of mine that I re-read the most it’s For better or for worse my accidentally married demisexual Rulie fic that is exceptionally smutty and the best example of idiots to lovers there is.

Thanks for the tags, sorry I took so long. Tagging anyone who wants to play!

[elysynn]

Shattered Rose Lenses

A 9-1-1 Story

Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: Gen Character: Christopher Diaz (9-1-1 TV) Additional Tags: Episode s07e10: All Fall Down (9-1-1 TV), Angst, Unreliable Narrator, Episode Tag Words: 853

Summary: Christopher makes a decision in the wake of his father's recent choices. A ficlet character study of adolescent Christopher. Spoilers for 7x9 (minor) and 7x10.

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A/N: This short little piece is an attempt to get into Christopher’s head following his reaction to seeing Kim and Eddie. I think in 7x10, we see aspects of both Eddie and Shannon in Christopher, perhaps more so than any other episode.  Anyway – this is the head of an adolescent boy whose assessment of events may not necessarily be… fair.

Christopher’s last unit in Language Arts before the end of school had been about idioms.  They’d talked about many over the last couple weeks of class.  The straw that broke the camel’s back. That particular one had been rolling around in his head ever since Marisol left. Here he was, that stupid broken camel. His teacher would have been proud that he drew a real-life parallel.

He hated Los Angeles.

Los Angeles had brought him nothing but fear, pain, and uncertainty.

Mom died here.

Dad almost died, more than once here.

Buck almost died also more than once.

He almost died.

Dad had nearly lost his mind because of this city.

Seeing the ghost of his dead mother embracing his father ripped open every scab he’d grown. It was overwhelming. He couldn’t listen to his father. Or whatever her name had been.  Nothing they had to say mattered anyway in the face of fresh grief.

Los Angeles sucked.  El Paso had been quieter. Safer. Everything had been better in Texas.  After Dad finally stopped knocking at his door and gone to bed he made the phone call. He asked his grandparents to bring him home. He knew it would hurt Dad. And he wanted it to. It could never hurt as much as the betrayal of bringing that woman into their home.  How could Dad have been so selfish?

Sleep was a long time coming.  When it finally came the dreams of drowning resurfaced for the first time in ages.

He’d been awake, wiping away silent tears of fear and anger when Dad resumed knocking at the door in the morning. He heard the doorbell and knew it was Buck. He knew Buck would be at his door next, talking to him on behalf of his dad. And that just made him angrier. Because it had happened too many times now. Dad would screw up, and Buck would somehow smooth things over. Buck always seemed to clean up Dad’s messes. Just another way his dad was selfish.

The doorbell rang again. Hearing the muffled voices of his grandparents roused him from the bed. Relief rose in his heart and he grabbed his backpack to start packing. They were in the kitchen; he could hear the tone of his dad’s voice. He didn’t sound sorry, he sounded caught. 

And then Buck’s voice.

Something about Captain Nash and the hospital.

He hated Los Angeles.

And just like that, Dad and Buck were gone. The anger flared hotter. Dad couldn’t even stay and fight to keep him home. He flung open the door to his bedroom and slammed the door to the bathroom. It had been a long night, he had to pee.

His grandmother offered to make him something to eat when he came to the kitchen, but he wasn’t hungry. He didn’t want to talk about last night.  He just wanted to leave.  The fresh image of his mother standing in the living room kept appearing in spite of his best efforts.  And now, Mom’s memory was tainted.  Because of her.

While they packed, his grandparents asked if he was sure he wanted to do this. And again later. If they asked one more time he might explode.  They refused to leave until Dad got back.  Said Dad deserved to see him off and say goodbye.  At least they didn’t try to apologize for Dad.  Christopher didn’t see why it mattered if they waited. It wasn’t as if he was Dad’s highest priority these days.

Sure, Dad said he loved him. But actions said otherwise.

How many times had he been dumped at Marisol or Buck’s lately? How many times did Dad make life changing decisions without even talking to him first? And Dad thought he was being unreasonable?

No, he was making the right decision. Los Angeles sucked and life had been terrible since they moved here.

He missed Mom more than he had in a long time.

And it was all Dad’s fault.

He couldn’t stand to look at Dad. Looking at him meant seeing her.

And that wound kept reopening.

Later that night as he stared out the plane window to the dark desert below, he thought about Buck’s words. Buck seemed to think that whatever that woman’s name was, had been a mistake.  Christopher wasn’t sure he believed that. No, Dad had been selfish. He’d done it on purpose. How could Dad bring Mom home, only to snatch her away again?

He resolved to be happy in El Paso.

“…in five minutes or five months… you call, and I’ll come bring you home…”

He didn’t want his dad to bring him back to Los Angeles, because all the worst things in his life had happened there. But maybe, if Christopher made himself happy enough in Texas, Dad would move back. Dad might find it in himself to love his son enough to give up his cursed life filled with death and ghosts in LA. Christopher felt his resolve harden.  He glanced over to his grandparents, catching his grandmother’s loving eye and she smiled. Yes. He was going to be happy.

[khepiari]

One Piece Chapter 1086 Reactions! Spoilers

So world politics, history aside and plot thickening aside! Where the hell is my baby boy? Where is Luffy? We haven’t seen him in months! A chapter without him makes me sad. I am obsessed with him.

And we finally have names to pin to each of these piece of shits after after 853 chapters of waiting! Yeah the debuted in 233!

I was right about Imu being immortal adjacent eh? Yes yes yes all of us guessed it. But yeah!

Trafalgar D “Wherever You Are Injured” Water Law!

You my dear are going to be hunted down like a wild boar! You just became more important than we thought you were!

Bloody Eternal Youth Surgery! Or Immortality Surgery! Whatever it is! Law is at the middle of this mess!

Trafalgar D Water Law is the most important D in the story at the moment!

Yes Lu, you are important, no doubt about it— but fucking Immortality Surgery!

On lighter note, Will be get Seraphim Law? 🤭

Baby Croc looks so done with Life! And look at little shit Doffy and little shit Moria! Sometimes evil need ls to be nipped in the bud; yeah I support their eradication!

And Odachii is really funny for these! We have no food, no bread only cake to eat! Oh dear lord!

What do you mean, this man was former ruler of God Valley? Why are you not ruler now? What the fuck are holy knights? And why do you rascals call yourself Saints? You all have done nothing Saintly in your entire life— you have only oppressed and exploited people of their labour and life and dignity!

You piece of shits!

This last panel also proves, Individuals alone cannot change the world, they can inspire and thrive to do good and make a better world— but when stakes are so high, and you challenge the status quo— you will be eradicated. Only mass revolution will bring the downfall of the rich and powerful!

We have seen it time and again, Individuals have sacrificed themselves for the cause of the greater good— which is revolution or rebellion or protest. Myosgard was inspired by Otohime, and tried his best— both individuals who couldn’t see the change they wanted to bring, but their death was not in vain. They set the spark of change!

Now we shall wait, and wait for the the house of cards to fall down!

[augustsappho]

'Luxury Foods' in Medieval Islamic Societies by David Waines from World Archaeology, Vol. 34, No. 3, Luxury Foods (Feb., 2003)

"We may begin with the work entitled The Meadows of Gold written by the famous historian al-Mas'udi (d. AD 956). He was born in Baghdad and died in Cairo, having, in between, travelled widely in Persia and India in addition to Iraq, Palestine and Syria. The Meadows of Gold contains a number of anecdotes related to food. One involves the Abbasid Caliph, Harun al-Rashid (d. AD 809), of 1001 Arabian Nights fame. He was invited to dine by his brother Ibrahim b. al-Mahdi (d. AD 853), a noted poet and culinary expert, of whom more later.

Harun was served a dish of what appeared to be small and delicate slices of fish arranged in the shape of a fish. When informed that the dish was made from more than 150 fish tongues, the Caliph demanded to know its price and commanded that an equivalent of 1000 silver dirhams be distributed to the poor. This was in expiation, he said, for his brother's wastefulness. Moreover, he ordered a servant to take the fish on its plate, itself an expensive item worth five times as much as the fish preparation, and give it to the first beggar he met in the street.

A second anecdote involves another Caliph, al-Mutawakkil (d. AD 861), who was relaxing one day with his courtiers and singers beside one of the many canals that traversed Baghdad. He smelled the aroma of cooking drifting from a pot being prepared by a sailor on his boat. The Caliph ordered the pot - a beef sikbaj, a sweet and sour stew dish, brought immediately to him. The Caliph sampled the stew with a piece of bread, as did his courtiers and singers, until the pot was empty. He then ordered the pot filled with 2000 dirhams and returned to the boat; the coins that did not fit into the pot were placed in a pouch and given directly to the cook. In the Caliph's judgement the dish was the best sikbaj he had ever tasted."

I found this excerpt incredibly lovely and highly recommend you check out the whole thing on JSTOR (free to access when you make an account but also on scihub). Doing a short article review on it for my Global Connections module - covering Islamic history briefly has really touched me especially when I covered it quite begrudgingly as a child/pre-teen through Saturday-Sunday school. It was always a tug of war with my mother to make me go until at 16 I finally just refused outright and there was nothing she could do. Admittedly out of all the classes taught at the mosque Tahrikh and Seerah always engaged me. I'm glad I can revisit it with a warm heart and with no expectation to be something I'm not so I can love share and appreciate it with fresh eyes.

[orthodoxadventure]

Martyr Constantine, King of Georgia

Commemorated on November 10

Your holy martyr Constantine, O Lord, through his sufferings has received an incorruptible crown from You, our God. For having Your strength, he laid low his adversaries, and shattered the powerless boldness of demons. Through his intercessions, save our souls!

The 9th century was one of the most difficult periods in Georgian history. The Arab Muslims wreaked havoc throughout the region of Kartli, forcibly converting many to Islam with fire and the sword. Many of the destitute and frightened were tempted to betray the Faith of their fathers.

At that time the valorous aristocrat and faithful Christian, Prince Constantine, was living in Kartli. He was the descendant of Kakhetian princes, hence his title “Kakhi.”

As is meet for a Christian believer, Saint Constantine considered himself the greatest of sinners and often said, “There can be no forgiveness of my sins, except through the spilling of my blood for the sake of Him Who shed His innocent blood for us!”

While on a pilgrimage to the holy places of Jerusalem, Constantine distributed generous gifts to the churches, visited the wilderness of the Jordan, received blessings from the holy fathers, and returned to his motherland filled with inner joy. After that time Constantine would send thirty thousand pieces of silver to Jerusalem each year.

In the years 853 to 854, when the Arab Muslims invaded Georgia under the command of Buga-Turk, the eighty-five-year-old Prince Constantine commanded the army of Kartli with his son Tarkhuj.

Outside the city of Gori an uneven battle took place between the Arabs and the Georgians. Despite their fierce resistance, the Georgians suffered defeat, and Constantine and Tarkhuj were taken captive.

The captive Constantine-Kakhi was sent to Samarra (a city in central Iraq) to the caliph Ja’far al Mutawakkil (847-861). Ja’far was well aware of the enormous respect Constantine-Kakhi received from the Georgians and all the Christian people who knew him. Having received him with honor, he proposed that Constantine renounce the Christian Faith and threatened him with death in the case of his refusal. Strengthened by divine grace, the courageous prince fearlessly answered, “Your sword does not frighten me. I am afraid of Him Who can destroy my soul and body and Who has the power to resurrect and to kill, for He is the true God, the almighty Sovereign, Ruler of the world, and Father unto all ages!”

The enraged caliph ordered the beheading of Saint Constantine-Kakhi. Bowing on his knees, the holy martyr lifted up a final prayer to the Lord. Saint Constantine-Kakhi was martyred on November 10, 852, the day on which Great-martyr George is commemorated. The holy martyr’s body was hung from a high pillar to intimidate the Christian believers, but after some time it was buried.

A few years later a group of faithful Georgians translated Saint Constantine’s holy relics to his motherland and reburied them there with great honor. In that same century the Georgian Orthodox Church numbered Prince Constantine-Kakhi of Kartli among the saints.

You appeared as a bright star announcing Christ with your radiance, which is repulsive to this world, O Martyr Constantine; extinguishing the allure of false gods, you enlighten the faithful, always interceding for us all.

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