#so i'm gonna reread it and likely post it tonight ^^

[violetsareblue-selfships]

good morning!!! <333

[hailsatanacab]

chapter three!!

did you guys survive chapter 2? Danny did!! if only barely 😬

there's markedly less gore in this chapter, thank goodness, and now Alfred gets to explain what on earth he was thinking about signing a contract like that??? Alfred??? Explain???

[flufflecat]

half of his bodyweight is gonna be hair alone

[totallyxtaurus]

Big Man, Little Dignity

Summary: ? Pairing: AttorneyxSylus x fem reader (could be MC or reader) A/N: Hi everyone! I hope everyone has been taking sweet care of themselves! I was going to add a poll on my last poll about which idea people might like better, attorney Sylus x public defender MC or attorney Sylus with a discovery specialist. However, I hit 100 affinity level with Sylus tonight so instead I'm gonna post both stories then add a poll to them to see which ones you like the vibe of better! The beginning will be the same for both which is why it's isolated at the top. They're still rough since I haven't been working on them for very long but let me know what you guys think! 💗

The small town lay tucked away like a secret between the bright, autumn-painted ridges of the mountains. It woke slowly, as it always did beneath the weight of a mid-October morning. Leaves of vibrant orange, burgundy, and pine cling desperately to the branches lining the sidewalk. Some lose the fight and flutter lazily wherever the wind carries them down Broadway. Brick storefronts—some painted in shades of cream, cranberry or mustard—stand proudly, as if made for this season, each holding a historic charm.

Locals walk their dogs in puffy coats, nodding to each other in a way that only longtime neighbors do. At the end of the street, the clock tower stands sentinel over it all, the red stone of the courthouse glowing against the dismal morning sky.  A soft, old-fashioned melody rings from its bells, marking the start of the workday. 

The hanging café sign creaked and swayed gently as if beckoning people in. The scent of fresh coffee and cinnamon mingled with chimney smoke and damp leaves, a small-town aroma that clings to you long after you've left. 

(Discovery Specialist):

The café door jingled softly as Morrigan slipped inside, clutching her messenger bag like a shield—hoping it passed for professional. She ordered the strongest coffee they had and claimed a table near the window, letting the morning light filter across the worn wood table and the stack of forms she lost sleep trying to understand. 

It still felt strange, sitting here with a laptop, an ID badge that didn’t feel quite real yet, and the uneasy sense of pretending to have her shit together. She glanced out the window at the courthouse looming at the end of the street, its architecture like something out of a gothic novel. 

She used to imagine writing about towns like this, not filing evidence logs and redacting witness statements for someone else’s trial strategy. Her BA in English hadn’t prepared her for this. Neither had the late nights spent flipping through MA coursework at the ripe old age of twenty-eight, wondering if she was cut out for any of it. Law school had been a desperate pivot—a “what now?” after the empty fridge made one thing painfully clear: creative ambition didn’t pay rent. 

But this job-this opportunity- meant something. Even if it wasn’t glamorous, it was just until she finished school. Even if the ADA whose name was on half the files had a reputation for being a smug, Armani-suited terror. Sylus. She hadn’t met him yet, but she’d heard plenty. 

She took a deep breath, letting the comforting scent of her hometown settle in her lungs. You can do this. Even if it didn’t always feel that way.

The bell over the cafe door jingled again. This time, the atmosphere shifted like someone had cracked open a window on a winter morning. Morrigan didn’t look up at first. She was too focused on her email, rereading her supervisor’s instructions for the day. She had a checklist to memorize and a whole filing system to learn before noon. No time to get distracted by—

“Double espresso, no room. And one of those cinnamon things.”  

The voice was deep, clipped, and smooth— not unfriendly, just... efficient. Like someone who spoke only when absolutely necessary and never repeated themselves. 

Her eyes flicked up. 

And there he was, sticking out like a sore thumb in this quaint town. A designer black suit with red accents, a charcoal coat, and the kind of rigid posture that screamed important. He stood at the counter, glancing down at his phone like he was already three meetings into his day. 

Sylus. 

She knew it had to be him. He looked exactly like his reputation—dangerously competent, cold-eyed, and dressed like he’d taken a wrong turn on his way to a Manhattan boardroom. Everyone in town gossiped about why he was here and not somewhere bigger. She knew his type from law school—the ones who never showed up to class in sweatpants, who knew the right answer before the question was even finished. 

As he turned to wait for his order, his gaze swept across the room—and landed on her. 

A pause. 

He blinked, then looked again, like he was trying to place her. 

Morrigan’s stomach flipped. She gave him a polite, neutral smile—the kind you give someone you don’t want to talk to but can’t just outright ignore. 

Please, please don’t come over here or talk to me, she thought. 

He arched a brow, just slightly. Then, much to her horror, he walked over. 

Fuck. 

“I don’t think I’ve seen you here before,” he said—casual, curious, with a hint of playfulness. “New in town?” 

Morrigan closed her laptop halfway. “Just new to the job.” 

He nodded slowly, eyebrows knitting as if a thought struck him. 

“Discovery unit?” 

She titled her head. “How—?” 

His mouth curved—barely a smile, more like the idea of one. “I caught a glimpse of you during your interview. Morrigan, right?” 

“I take it you like to know everyone you’re working with?” 

“I like to know who I’ll be relying on,” he said smoothly. “Or sparring with.” 

Morrigan let out a dry laugh. “Is that how you see it?” 

He chuckled, and Morrigan could practically hear the money in it. “Well, I am an attorney—conflict or cooperation is kind of our whole thing. Some people handle it. Others run for the hills. I’m curious which you’ll be.”

She leaned back in her seat, scoffing at his audacity. Is he serious? “Guess we’ll find out. Hope you won’t take me to court over your loss.”

“I don’t lose, sweetie,” he replied, voice smooth as ever

His name was called. He accepted the cup and pastry with a nod of thanks, then paused before stepping out. 

“I’m Sylus, by the way.” 

“I know.” 

He raised a brow again. 

“Morrigan,” she added. "Did you forget already?"

“Now why would I do that?” he replied, slipping out the door. 

Smug prick, she thought.

(Public Defender):

Inside, however, the courtroom held its own distinct atmosphere-tense. The air crackled with intensity as the current hearing unfolded. Stained glass caught the weak sunlight, casting jewel-toned patterns across the portraits of stern-faced judges that loomed over the proceedings. A few townsfolk had settled in the back rows, arms folded over their coats, eyes darting between the judge and the attorneys at the front like they were watching a live taping of their favorite courtroom drama. 

The judge, a stern woman with sharp glasses perched on her nose, had been silently observing the exchange between the public defender and the prosecution for the past several minutes. 

“Your Honor,” Sylus began, his voice smooth and confident as he turned to face the judge, “the defendant’s BAC was clearly above the legal limit. It’s not a question of whether he was impaired; it’s a matter of the law. The state has sufficient evidence to secure a conviction.” 

Morrigan, perched at the edge of her seat, straight-backed, responded with equal fervor. “The evidence may show a BAC above the limit, Mr. Qin, but that doesn’t mean the defendant was impaired at the time of the stop. The field sobriety test was hardly conducted properly, and the arresting officer’s observations were biased- he was too eager to make an arrest, not concerned with actual impairment.” 

Sylus raised an eyebrow. “The officer had probable cause to arrest. The defendant was swerving, failing to maintain his lane, and his breath reeked of alcohol. I don’t see how you can dispute that, Ms. Clery.” His lips curved into a smirk as he emphasized her name. 

“You can argue probable cause until you’re blue in the face,” Morrigan countered coolly, her voice cutting through the room, “but unless you can prove beyond a reasonable doubt that the defendant’s driving was directly affected by his blood alcohol level, this case doesn’t meet the burden of proof. This is a DUI charge, not a witch hunt!” 

There was a sharp silence before the judge spoke, her gavel striking once. “Enough. We’ll reconvene after the break. Take fifteen.” 

As the courtroom began to empty out, Morrigan sat back in her chair, letting some of the tension leave her shoulders. The case was far from over, but for now, she’d won a small battle. Across the room, Sylus packed up his papers without a glance in her direction, his expression unreadable—like always. Tara, a colleague from the prosecutor’s office, bounced over to Morrigan’s table, a knowing smile already plastered on her face. She leaned in, her voice low enough for only Morrigan to hear.  

“You know, you and Sylus will never get along in this lifetime, right?” Tara’s words were a mix of playful teasing and something a bit more serious, her gaze flicking toward the other side of the courtroom where Sylus was speaking with a few of his colleagues. 

Morrigan signed, running a hand through her hair. “I’m not sure I even want to.” 

Tara raised an eyebrow. “You two are like oil and water. He’s all about power and status, and you? You’re here to help people who don’t have a voice, don’t have money for a better lawyer.” Tara paused, studying Morrigan’s face. “But I have to admit, you do know how to get under his skin. He respects that, even if he’d never admit it.” 

Morrigan frowned. “Respect? I don’t think he knows the meaning of the word when it comes to me.” 

Tara smiled wryly. “Keep telling yourself that.” 

The judge’s voice called out from the front of the room, signaling that the break was over. Tara gave Morrigan a pat on the shoulder, then turned and walked back toward her seat. 

Morrigan’s eyes lingered on Sylus for a moment, his figure still standing confidently at the front of the courtroom, speaking in low tones with his team. There was something about him- something Morrigan couldn’t quite put her finger on-that gnawed at her. She was usually good at figuring people out and quickly, she didn’t like to waste time. The rivalry was sharp between them, almost instantly upon meeting, however, every time their eyes met across the courtroom, there was a spark of something else, something unspoken. 

She pushed the thought away as the judge called for the room to reconvene, focusing back on the task at hand. She was here to do her job, not figure out what was going on between them. But as she glanced once more in Sylus’ direction, a question lingered in her mind. 

Could Tara be right? 

[swiftmorgan13]

PROBLEMS, MORE PROBLEMS — mafia!billie eilish x fem!oc

SERIES MASTERLIST

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The hallway lights in the ICU flickered with that almost symbolic persistence only hospitals seemed to know. Morgan was closing the file on a post-op patient when she heard the familiar footsteps behind her.

"What's up, night surgeon?" said Karev, leaning against the doorframe with his usual grin. "We're heading to Joe's Bar. Meredith, Arizona, even your brother said he's coming. Time for Dr. Shepherd to unwind."

Morgan snapped the folder shut, as if that sound alone could shut down the conversation.

"I can't," she said without looking up. "I'm exhausted. I'm going home, taking a shower, and collapsing."

"Morgan, you've worked five double shifts in seven days," Alex said, more serious now. "If you don't chill out a bit, you're gonna crash. And you crashing is not a show I want tickets to."

She forced a tired smile.

"Really. Thanks, but not this time."

Alex narrowed his eyes.

"Is there someone waiting at home?"

Morgan looked up sharply. For a second, her mask nearly slipped. But she pulled herself together.

"What? No. I don't have… anyone. I just need to be alone."

Karev nodded slowly, though his eyes said he didn't quite buy it.

"Alright, alright. But if you go all hermit on us, don't say I didn't warn you." he turned to go, but tossed one last remark over his shoulder. "Just… be careful, okay? There's a weird vibe going around lately. And you're a terrible liar."

Morgan waited until his figure disappeared down the hallway. Then she exhaled slowly, leaning against the cold wall. She pulled out her phone and reread the message from the unknown number. She'd saved it in her notes under the title: Warning.

"You have no idea what game you've just stepped into, Dr. Shepherd."

She shivered.

She got home an hour later. Cautious. Watching to see if any car was following her. She climbed the stairs and unlocked the door carefully.

Billie wasn't on the couch.

"Billie?" she called softly.

Nothing.

She stepped forward, heart pounding in her chest.

Then she saw the note on the table. A folded piece of paper. Handwritten.

"I went to fix something. I can't just sit here while others die for what I represent. Don't follow me. I'll be watching. Watch your back. —B"

Morgan clenched the paper in her hand, a mix of anger and fear boiling inside her. The walls of the apartment suddenly felt larger. Colder. Emptier.

She threw the note to the bottom of the trash can, almost violently. The crunch of the paper sounded louder than it should have. There were no 'I won't leave'… not even 'take care'. Just warnings. Just control. Just shadows.

She changed in silence. Dark jeans, a black leather jacket she hadn't worn in years. A quick layer of makeup to hide the exhaustion, but not so much that it looked like she was trying to hide something. Keys in her pocket, phone with no notifications. She shut the door behind her with a dry, sharp click.

Let's see if drinking makes me feel human again, she thought.

Joe's bar was packed, like always at that hour. Dim lighting, the smell of old wood, spilled beer, and laughter soaked in exhaustion. Morgan spotted Alex at the bar, talking to Meredith and Arizona. Derek sat at a side table with a nearly empty glass of whiskey.

"Well, look who decided not to work herself to death!" Meredith called out, raising her glass as Morgan walked in.

Alex grinned and motioned for her to join them. Morgan forced herself to smile, like putting on a coat that didn't belong to her.

"Change of plans," Morgan said, sliding onto the stool between them. "My couch didn't offer enough therapy tonight."

Alex handed her an already opened beer.

"Knew it," he said, triumphant.

For a while, the jokes felt real. The laughter, almost genuine. Morgan didn't say much, but she listened. Let herself be wrapped in the life she used to have, in the normalcy she was still trying to cling to. But inside, she was still measuring everything. Watching the doors. Tracking the reflections in the mirror behind the bar.

That's when someone new walked in.

A tall, white man in his forties. Well-dressed, wearing the kind of suit you don't buy in Seattle, but in Chicago or New York. He moved like he knew exactly where he was, and like he didn't care who noticed. He crossed the bar slowly… and sat alone, in a corner.

Morgan saw him. She didn't react. But she saw him.

The man didn't look directly at her. But he pulled out his phone and typed something. Then he slid it slowly across the table, screen up, toward the bartender. The bartender read it… and without saying a word, disappeared to the back and returned with a dark bottle of wine.

Chianti.

The same wine Billie had left unfinished during the dinner with Tommy D.

Her blood ran cold. She grabbed her beer and drank it down in one go. Arizona gave her a puzzled look.

"You okay?"

"Yeah," Morgan lied. "Just... something didn't sit right."

Her phone buzzed in her pocket. A new message from an unknown number.

"Don't be scared. I'm just watching. I told you the game had started. And you've already made your first move."

Morgan swallowed hard. And as Meredith laughed at another of Alex's jokes beside her, Dr. Shepherd realized the rules were changing. And that this game… it wasn't just about Billie anymore.

It was about her.

And about who would survive to tell the story.

The buzz of the bar continued, but to Morgan it all sounded distant, muffled, like she was underwater. The Chianti bottle gleamed under the dim light on the stranger's table. No one at her table knew him. No one in the bar seemed to have seen him come in, but he was there. For her. For Billie.

Morgan made a decision. She stood up with some half excuse, bathroom, checking a call, and walked calmly along the edge of the room. She didn't go to the man directly. She circled. Studied. And only when she was behind him, did she lean slightly toward his table.

"Nice choice of wine," she whispered, without looking directly at him.

The man smiled without lifting his gaze from his glass.

"It's not the wine that matters, Dr. Shepherd. It's what it means."

She sat down across from him without asking.

"Who are you?"

"Call me Langston. I'm just an observer. A mediator. Let's say… there are people concerned about your involvement. And others… very interested in it."

"Involvement with who?" she asked, though she already knew the answer.

The man smiled. The kind of smile you see at funerals. Polished. Empty.

"Billie is good at many things. But lately… she's been making reckless choices. What she did in Portland didn't sit well. What she did in Seattle, even less. You… you're a crack in her foundation. Something they don't understand. And what they don't understand… they erase."

Morgan didn't blink. "And you're here to do what? Threaten me?"

He shook his head gently, pouring himself another bit of wine.

"I'm here to warn you. Maybe protect you, if you play your cards right. You're already marked. With Billie, there's always a price. Sometimes it's money. Sometimes it's blood."

Langston leaned back, studying her.

"You were the accident no one saw coming. The human variable. You got in the middle, Doctor. You have no idea how many pieces have already moved because of you."

Morgan looked at him with disdain. "I'm not a piece. I'm not playing their game."

Langston nodded, as if he already knew that's what she'd say.

Morgan leaned in.

"Tell whoever sent you I'm not afraid of paying the price. What scares me… is not knowing what game I'm in."

For the first time, the man looked her directly in the eyes. "Then you're already closer than most."

Morgan leaned even closer.

"If anything happens to Billie… and I find out you had anything to do with it… I won't be this civil."

Langston smiled, really smiled this time. Not mockery. Respect.

"Noted, Doctor."

Morgan stood and walked away. She didn't return to her friends. She walked straight out into the street, breathing in Seattle's cold air like it was the only thing real.

Her phone buzzed again. This time, it wasn't from an unknown number.

BILLIE EILISH: "Are you alone?"

Morgan walked in still wearing her jacket, heart pounding in her throat. She didn't turn on the lights. Closed the door softly and set her keys on the counter, though her eyes were already adjusted to the dim light.

Billie was there. Standing in the same corner of the living room where Morgan had found her days earlier. No coat. No visible weapons. Just a black t-shirt, ripped jeans, and that way she had of occupying a room, like she owned it, and yet was a prisoner of it at the same time.

"You were at the bar," said Morgan. It wasn't a question.

"Yes," Billie replied. "I had to see if they were watching you. They are."

Morgan stared at her in silence for a beat, then stepped closer, slow, steady.

"And the guy in the suit? Langston."

Billie exhaled through her nose, a humorless smirk.

"He doesn't work for me. Or anyone worth trusting. He's a line-runner, connects the powerful so they don't kill each other… until it benefits someone that they do."

Morgan nodded. She was now standing right in front of her, less than a meter away.

"Why did you come back?"

Billie took her time answering. Then looked up. Her eyes were dark with exhaustion, but alert. Alive.

"Because I didn't want the next time I saw you… to be from a cell. Or a photo."

Morgan swallowed.

"You fell into a hole, Billie. And now you dragged me into it."

"I never asked you to follow," Billie replied, no anger, just steel. "I warned you from the start. I gave you an out."

Morgan took a deep breath.

"And yet here you are. Sitting in my living room. Putting everything at risk."

There was a long silence. Billie broke it with a quiet line, almost a whisper.

"I owe you my life. I didn't know how to repay that. I thought… coming back might be a start."

Morgan froze.

It wasn't a love confession.

But it was the closest Billie Eilish seemed capable of getting.

Without thinking, Morgan stepped closer. Close enough now to smell the smoke on Billie's clothes, mixed with a perfume she couldn't quite place, something between wood and electricity.

"What do you want me to do?" Morgan asked.

Billie looked down, for the first time unsure. Then whispered.

"Just… don't send me away. Not tonight."

Morgan hesitated for just a moment. Then took her hand, soft, but steady.

"Stay."

And Billie stayed.

They didn't sleep much that night. They didn't talk about plans or threats. They didn't strategize or name names or choose sides. They just existed. Two women broken from different battles. Two pasts too heavy. Two presents so tangled that, for once, the future seemed willing to wait.

Until someone knocked again.

Because they would.

And they both knew it.

[bobfloydssunnies]

there's a hole where something was...

Pairing: Bob Floyd x Reader (its not a main focus really)

Rating: PG they make some jokes but nothing crazy

Summary: The daggers find out about a couple little secrets Bob has been keeping

Word Count: 2k

Note: This was born from me talking about fall out boy songs I think Bob would listen to and then turned into this wonderful idea after talking about it with @bobgasm and @pinkdaisies9285

I am also posting this before I can talk myself out of it because I've reread it so many times in the last few days I'm starting to hate it just a little

(I may have hidden a couple fall out boy reference into this as well)

Since the mission months ago and the daggers getting stationed closer together more often than not this meant they would meet up and get drinks together. Every night out usually ended up with tipsy games of pool or just talking about life outside work and learning things about new friends. 

Somehow on this particular night out at the hard deck the topic of what everyone looked like when we were younger before their navy days had come up. Which is how we all ended up seated at the tables not far from the pool tables swapping phones around with everyone  showing off pictures of them at various stages of childhood and adolescence and everyone laughing at the questionable outfit choices or bad haircuts. Slowly everyone else had their turn and had left Bob to be the last one in the usual fashion because he had hoped staying quiet would save him from having to show off his own photos. “Alright Bob you are the only one left who hasn’t shared pictures so are we gonna see you in those dorky glasses as a kid of what” Jake threw out across the tables that had been grouped together for us. “No one wants to see them, trust me they are pretty boring compared to everyone else” Bob stuttered out avoiding looking at anyone at the table. Slowly everyone started begging to see pictures and poke fun at him for now wanting to show pictures of himself saying they couldn’t be as bad as some of the others we had seen from the others tonight. Eventually, Bob decided he had enough of the teasing and pulled his phone out, unlocked it, and started scrolling. After a bit of time he seemed to pause and look up at the table and he seemed nervous like whatever he was about to show us would change something. Jake caught on that he was hesitating to show the group his phone and snatched it out of his hand, “No way this is you” he exclaimed looking at the photo causing everyone to flock around him and the phone in his hand. Suddenly everyone was freaking out and throwing questions about his hair and the piercings on his face. “Is that really an eyebrow piercing?” Phoenix asked looking at her wso, Bob shrugged not knowing how to handle everyone asking things at the same time. 

The picture in question showed a younger bob with a lip ring on the left side of his mouth, a silver barbell eyebrow piercing on the right, and his hair outside his normal look with it the top being longer and dyed dark with the ends of his hair being dyed red while the sides were cut shorter. “Who knew the little wallflower had an emo phase”, Bob laughed at that knowing there were other things about him that would surprise them more like the tattoos he has hiding on his ribs and upper thigh or the 3rd piercing he’s still got but managed to keep hidden all these years. I smirked after seeing Bob’s reaction knowing exactly what he was thinking.  “What else are you hiding from us?” Bradley asked, noticing both our reactions. Bob gave me a look and I just shrugged back as if to say the ‘choice is yours’. “Let’s just say those are the only piercings I got done” he replied with a smirk, Bob was just messing with them now. Natasha watched you both like she was waiting for one of you to spill exactly what it was or where it was. 

The others seemed to have calmed down from the news that their quiet wso had a secret past and were now making a list of different piercings that they thought he could have. You both knew they wouldn’t guess correctly because honestly, they wouldn’t expect Bob to have his nipples pierced. Bob looked good with the lip ring and eyebrow piercing, but him shirtless covered with a little sweat showing off the little collection of tattoos on his ribs and the nipple piercings was a whole other vision to behold. The list of piercings and where they had been/are included his ears (varying types for this one), his tongue,his nose, someone suggested a belly button piercing and they didn’t seem serious about it but someone joked about having a dick piercing.

As the others broke off into little side groups dropping the discussion of what other secret their friend has, Bob took it as a chance to go get drink refills up at the bar and leave me to my own thoughts. It would be easy to show off the piercing Bob has hidden away just not in the current setting we were all in because there is no way to really do it without Bob taking his shirt off in the middle of the bar and Penny probably wouldn’t appreciate that. But since hearing the list of piercings and the theories that up from the discovery about their teammate I could stop looking the general direction of Bob’s chest and how someone hadn’t caught on to the not so subtle staring was amazing because Bob was dressed in a loose button up outside his usual casual t-shirt and some nice jeans. And since talking about him I couldn’t stop thinking about what he has hidden under his civvies and uniforms. Near me someone cleared their throat breaking me from my thoughts and making me look away from Bob while he leaned up against the bar waiting for our drinks , I looked over to see Fanboy who seemed glad to have caught me looking at Bob “any thoughts to share with the group” he asked with a grin “ these aren’t ones y’all need to know about Bob” I reply feeling a heat creep onto my face “oh having some fantasies about baby on board” Jake jokes “at least someone thinks about me like that” Bob shot back as he returned from the bar.

After that it went back to being a normal night out just having drinks and catching up and playing darts, singing at the piano with Bradley and of course taking over the pool tables. When they eventually started up the games of pool it let you pick the best spot to watch Bob as he leaned over the table to take shots. He seemed to have caught up to why you had exactly picked the spot you had or had caught you staring earlier before rejoining the group because he seemed to have no shame in trying to find way that made sure his shirt moved just enough to show more of his chest of than necessary or he’d move just right to have the shirt rise up a bit had show off just a sliver of his stomach. 

The current game was maybe half way through when a gasp fell from someone's lips you were unsure who’s but it seemed to silence the group and got Bob to look up from the shot he was about to take. A confused “what” came from the group but wasn’t answered instead I noticed Natasha staring at Bob from her place opposite him as the pool table “So nipples piercings is the other one you got'', Bob grinned “surprised Tash” he asked while pulling himself away from the table. “Gonna be honest, had you pegged more as a guy to go for a nose ring or maybe your ears” she replied smiling “I gotta keep y’all guessing I wouldn’t want to come off too boring” he joked. The others joined in joking about his choice of piercing and started asking a bunch of other questions about them. “Are you even allowed to have them like does it go against regs at all” Bradley asked “ I mean maybe but I’ve had them for awhile now and no one has said anything it's not like I can hide them really during physicals and med evaluations” Bob replied before standing next to you. “Why didn’t you get rid of them when you stopped wearing the other two?” Fanboy asked “Oh I got them after I joined and was done with basic and most of the training like I had a decent amount of leave saved up and just decided to do it one day” Bob explained like it was obvious. “Why are we just now finding out about them though like it’s not like its something easy to hide I mean I’m pretty sure we’ve all seen you change at some point at time in locker room or ready room at work” Payback asked from his spot beside Fanboy “I cover them up usually when I’m on base just to avoid people seeing them or any other problems like them getting caught or me forgetting to put in the right jewelry I’ve learned its better to prepare for a possible problem than to be unprepared and hope one doesn’t happen plus it make it easier for myself that’s some of why I wore my shirt that day during dogfight football before the mission” everyone was silent like they were trying to picture it or just come up with something else to say “you know I don’t think we’ve ever actually seen you shirtless” Jake said “thinking about Bob shirtless now Bagman” I joke “no, pretty sure that your job” he shot back “hey I don’t blame you I mean between the piercings and the tattoos it’s a nice view” I say looking at Bob, who had a flush to his skin after my comment. “Tattoos too!” “Oops” I said sheepishly. “It’s just like 8-10 small ones that are random little things on my ribs, and some on one of my thighs. It's not like some big piece," Bob said, shrugging it off. I felt a little bad letting it slip, he had tattoos but Bob didn’t seem to be upset with me and was just more uncomfortable to still be the center of attention.  

The pool game was long forgotten at this point and the conversation had moved to everyone talking about their own tattoos and what they were getting next or already had ( everyone learned Bradley has a little goose on his ribs for his dad). I pulled Bob a bit aways from everyone to let us both have a moment together away from your friends “I’m sorry for telling them about the tattoos babe” I say holding his hand. “It’s alright darlin they would have found out eventually plus all this coming out makes it easier to add the new stuff we’ve been talking about” he smirked. You and Bob had been talking about him getting new tattoos and maybe looking into some other piercings (once you find the time to look through the navy regs to make sure it wouldn’t cause any problems for him at work) and the more time you had spent talking about it the more excited you both got it was probably for different reasons but you both wanted to see the art on Bob’s body grow. After a bit of time alone Bob takes us back over to our friends who are still stuck on talking about tattoos and what they can and can’t get done because of the navy rules. Natasha notices us both and pulls me to the empty chair next to her making me drag Bob along with me “Hey Tash” I say sitting down, “I can’t believe you never told me about all this that’s what our hang out are for we talk about our partners” she said pouting, okay so she’s a little tipsy “Trust me Tash I wanted to but I know Bob hasn’t told you and I didn’t want to share incase he didn’t want you knowing for some reason” I tell her honestly. Bob it seemed like had been roped into answering Payback and Fanboy’s questions about how much piercings hurt to get done when I heard Javy ask the question of night I’m sure “So you gonna try and get any more things done or is this are far are you’re going with the look”. Bob looked over at me and winked before responding “Who knows maybe inspiration will strike soon and I’ll show up with something new”. 

[wikiangela]

fuck it friday

tagged by @tizniz @bidisasterbuckdiaz @honestlydarkprincess 💖💖

still on my bucktommy bs, I'll be back to buddie but i'm too obsessed with tommy/lou to think about anything else rn lol

so here's a bit of something short I'm wiriting for 7x05 from tommy's pov, idk what this is, what it's gonna be, but I wanna finish it tonight or maybe by the end of the weekend so posting it here to motivate myself and also tell me what y'all think bc the more i reread all of it the more i doubt myself lol

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It took him some time, plus a lot of self-reflection and just taking it one step at a time, letting himself look at other men, this time consciously and sometimes deliberately, noticing how hot they are, how they make him feel. He let himself feel how they make him feel. It took a minute to stop feeling guilty and ashamed, and to rework all those internalized prejudices that had been ingrained in him his whole life.

He gave himself time, a lot of time, started with just chatting with guys on dating apps, later got the courage for some casual dates, and when he met the man who would be his first actual boyfriend, his first gay relationship, that he genuinely liked, he felt ready to pursue that. It didn’t work out then, that’s just life, but it was a good relationship, because he was ready for it. Now he feels settled and comfortable with himself, feels confident, and knows what he wants. And he wants- he wants love. He doesn’t want to put any pressure on any relationship he might start, but ultimately, that’s the goal. Love. 

He really doesn’t mind being this first to Evan. He likes Evan. He has those bright blue eyes that seem to shine their own light, and that wide, excited smile that makes it impossible not to smile back, with that adorable dimple accompanying it, that makes Tommy melt a little every time he sees it. Plus, those perfect, kissable lips he can’t wait to taste again, and the distinctive birthmark just adding to the charm. And he’s big and strong and so hot, too. And he’s just so nice, and so adorable and endearing, and he’s so easy to talk to. Tommy just wants to keep getting to know him, spend time with him, develop this relationship and see where it can go. And with any luck, maybe this one could last, could be something real.

The thing is, Tommy is ready for serious. He can take it slow, give Evan time to figure everything out, but he’d also like to know where he stands. He would never want to pressure him to come out before he’s ready, but he also knows he doesn’t want to be anyone’s dirty little secret. Been there, done that.

Still, he would be fine with keeping it just to him and Evan for now, for as long as Evan needs. But then…

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[movetonet]

👀👀👀 age regression babbbyyy

age regression fic!!! this was probably one of the first fics i wrote post and then came june. it was me trying to do something ~wild~ and also soothe my insecurity that i couldn't write shorter fics before kinkuary rolled around.

the plot is: remember that blowout loss to the stars early last season? one of the first games i watched wow love my loser team. anyway that happens and in the middle of that game sid regresses to rookie year sid, before he met geno and obviously before he entered a long-term committed relationship with him. i have no clue where tf i was going with it now that i'm rereading it LMFAO except for something smutty probably. i don't think it's anything i'll finish and post so for a snippet you'll get everything i wrote for it!

The buzzer sounded, signaling the end of the period, and Zhenya let out a long sigh of relief. As hard as he tried, Zhenya was never one to temper his emotions. He was frustrated, and pissed off, and utterly gobsmacked by the first twenty minutes of this game—but so was everyone else, so he didn’t feel too bad for fucking sighing.

Zhenya plopped down into his stall and began ripping off his gear. Sully was already standing in the center of the room, a tight scowl etched onto his face. Sully was a stoic man most of the time. He had never seen him look like this before. Not after their string of blown leads in the third earlier in the season, or the third consecutive first-round playoff loss. Zhenya thought if Sully opened his mouth, fire would shoot from it like a dragon. Once everyone was in the locker room, Zhenya settled in for the verbal beat down.

“What in the fuck was that?” Sully began. “Did we all suddenly forget what we’re doing here? Did you guys pick up your fucking sticks and think, eh, I’m gonna take a night off tonight!? I’m just going to go out there and play like a fucking child—oh my God.”

Sully hadn’t yelled that last part. The sudden shift from anger to shock made Zhenya look up from unlacing his skates. Sully’s mouth hung open slightly, staring blankly across from him. Zhenya followed his line of sight and locked eyes with Sid.

Sid, with his damp hair sticking to his head, longer than it’s been in years. Sid, with his round cheeks dotted with acne. Sid, with the lips he hadn’t grown into yet pulled into a tight thin line. 

Zhenya gawked. It was Sid, except it wasn’t. It was a Sid he didn’t know. A Sid that existed in his memories as a kid wearing the number 9, singing the Canadian national anthem while he consoled a crying Sasha in his arms. A Sid he hoped to play with, while he was plotting to flee Russia. A Sid slightly younger than the one he shook hands with in Mario’s foyer.

It was, most importantly, not his Sid. The Sid he knew, the Sid he loved.

Zhenya heard the sounds of pads being torn off one to a sudden stop. After a moment, the fire in Sid’s eyes died and his face softened. His eyes darted around the locker room, blinking as they landed on face after face. Zhenya saw the realization dawn on him, his mouth falling open and his body tensing up.

“Oh,” Sid said. His hands dug into his tights. “I, uh—” His eyes found Zhenya’s, and Sid finally jumped up. “Evgeni Malkin?” he said, slowly.

Zhenya’s stomach dropped to the floor. 

“Uh,” Rusty said. “Did Sid just—um.” He cleared his throat. “I think Sid regressed.”

***

“You sure you don’t need any help?” Kris said.

The massacre of a game was long since over. They managed one measly goal in the second, but was there much of a difference between a 6-0 loss and a 7-1 one? Sid had stayed in the back for it, being watched over by the team doctors. Zhenya wanted to visit him during the second intermission but they refused. He was still confused, and anxious, and they were still trying to determine how much he lost.

A fucking lot, Zhenya wanted to tell them.

“How you help, Legend?” Zhenya said. “He’s not even know you yet.”

Kris frowned. “It’s close enough. What is he? Like, nineteen?”

“Eighteen.” He’d rangled some information out of Troy and Trina, who’d gotten to see Sid before Zhenya had. He wasn’t mad about that; parents would be easier to talk to than—a partner, one he hasn’t even met in person yet. Troy told him in a hushed whisper the last thing he remembered—the buzzer ending for the end of the second period, a 6-1 deficit against the Blue Jackets. Bugsy and Army got their shit rocked, he said. It was January 11th, 2006.  

Sid was still with his parents, now who were wearing matching faces of concern. Trina was saying something, and she pointed over at Zhenya. Sid’s head snapped over at him, his eyes wide like a deer in headlights. Zhenya didn’t know whether to smile at him, or to wave, so he back turned to Kris instead.

“Christ,” he said. “He’s like, a fucking baby.”

“You eighteen once too,” Zhenya said. “Still look as stupid as you do now.”

[solxamber]

Sol sol

THE ROOK FIC??-?:$9,71(11$8-

Rook is such a fascinating character and your character study felt like reading an appreciation post for him in the best way possible😭😭

Like you wrote him so in character in sucha tender way and like OHMMDISI oh my goodness he felt *real* and just the way you went about articulating his appreciation for beauty in all of its facets was absolutely wonderful and now I’m gonna be thinking about the French man for days on end.

He’s so cute and him being stunned at being appreciated and just *seen* UGH no one talk to me while I wallow and weep at the sheer magnificence of this ficlet. OH MY GOODNESS THE WRITING HAD ME SWOONING BRo

you nailed the cadence and uniqueness of his thought pattern oh my gosh I need this one shot printed into my eyeballs I’m going to go to bed tonight and reread this for sweet dreams istg it was so good PSHCIWHW

IM SO SO SO SORRY FOR RAMBLIMG SO MUCH IM JUST YOU’RE MAKING ME ILL WITH YOUR WRITING 😓😓😓😓😓 /pos!!!!

ALSO AZUL SWEEP)????????

one part of me is caught between jumping with joy because Azul is basically tied in my first, but another part of me was like honestly expecting Jamil to win LMAO (not complaining I swear🙏🙏) I CAMT WAIT TO READ MORE OF YOUR STUFF RAHHHHH🎉🎉

omg omg thank you so much !?*@*# I'm literally bouncing off my walls rn.

tbh it started out as a character study and somehow ended up as a love letter to this absolute oddball. he's so dear to me I'm gonna cry.

everytime I read or write something Rook, I know he's comic relief in a lot of situations but it has to be lonely, being so different in his thought process. and I'm so glad you like my take on him 🫶🫶🫶🫶

and omg Azul sweep!!! it went from Riddle Jamil tie to Azul so quickly.

also please don't be sorry for rambling, it has me kicking my feet and muffling my giggles in my pillow.

aaa thank you so much again, 🫂🫂🫂

[milogoestogreendale]

trobed fic recs?

i take my job as an armchair tumblr connoiseur of trobed content way too seriously so here's my giant masterlist of all my favorite trobed fanfics. i didn't cross check this with any previous lists so there may be some overlap but this one is more extensive and will include some older fics. also if it's not listed here that doesn't mean i don't love it, these are just the ones i specifically remembered to write about. please send the authors some love if you have the time to check their works out!

also i did go through all 87 pages of content on the troy barnes/abed nadir tag in order to find some of these. no, i haven't read them all, but i have read most of them.

fitter, happier, more productive by Toft: i've reread this fic so many times and i regularly forget it's over a decade old. if you haven't read any older trobed fics you are absolutely missing out

Advanced Cohert Dating by Aria: classic trobed fic, so cute and in character

Beginner's Relationship Detecting by KlavierWrites: in quite a similar vein to the last one, but i like both!

Fundamentals of Self-Awareness by Rainbowcat: a great lighthearted read, it's one of the most popular trobed fics for a reason.

Homosexuality and Homosociality in Queer Cinema by ama: this might be the first trobed fic i ever read? still so good and a must read for any gay troy barnes truthers

Annie, Abed and the Long Con by callmealvinandthechipmunks: know i've talked about this one before but it's just so great. the shrack plotline is genuinely one of the most canon things i've ever seen written for greendale

Introduction to Unconscious Bias by theimprobable1: i'm a sucker for the trope of troy thinking hes homophobic when he's actually just gay for abed

cardiovascular endurance and the art of recovery by clonetrobed: you guys know i love my abed h/c especially when it's to do with abed's bullying.

His Innermost Thoughts by LeetSpeak: my favorite trobed high school au, definitely inspired me while i was writing mine!

My Angel by orphan_account: trobed ghost fic that did make me genuinely sob

never could be sweeter by clonetrobed: this fic is just straight up a work of art.

Advanced Emotional Reconciliation and Anti-Clone Catharsis by Luuuna03: been a minute since i read this one but it's a great multi chapter reunion fic!

Fits Like A Glove by human_tennis_elbow: super cute trobed proposal!!

just you and i tonight (why don't you figure my heart out?) by r3medialcha8s: the day r3medialcha8s starting posting on a03... you just had to be there. their impact

the things we don't write in our autobiographies by fffggghhh: similarly to prev, the fic that put user troybarnesbabygirlconfirmed on my roster. god bless my insanely talented mutuals

Assignment Extension Rejected by ChrisSucks: speaking of talented mutuals this fic is criminally underrated

when it comes to a lot of the authors on this list i could put like every single fic they've have ever written, and there's so much i didn't get to, but this post took me ages so im gonna call it done.

[memberment]

GOOD MORNING EVERYONE

So the Trinitarians brain worm is back and Morning Glory is now longer and biting the dust as far as my focus goes.

But like, I genuinely want to talk to anyone who's invested in what's to come as far as part two goes. SO PLEASE. I IMPLORE THE FOUR OF YOU WHO PERPETUALLY TAKE NOTICE OF MY SCREAMS INTO THE VOID.

We're all aware that Trin is a time loop fic. That is confirmed.

BUT THE PROBLEM IS HOW I'M GOING ABOUT DOING THAT. AND I NEED INPUT FROM PEOPLE THAT ARE NOT ME AS FAR AS PLEASES AND SPARKLES GO, YES?

Because like sure I'm writing it and like fuck everything else, let me tell my story. But it's the how of it all like if I'm gonna throw another 200 give or take hours into this I would at least like one person to be having a wonderful time drinking and driving (I have since remembered this is not a common phrase, I do not mean this in a literal sense, it's an expression) with me right?

Part two is going to be 50 chapters, give or take. (Part one is about 37 for reference.)

So the plan for part 2 rn is (ROGUHLY):

(1-10) is the second timeline. There are a lot of importants and I cannot just glaze over it all more than that. But we're also working in a bit of a shorter time period than the original events of the story and introductions do not need to happen again, right?

(11-40)ish would be me running through the next timelines in a set up structure -> what changes -> the results of said changes and then inevitably what sends our looper backwards. It wouldn't be running through all the timelines but the more notable ones in kind of a four chapter structure, I am not fully sold on four, but rough estimate yk.

And then 41-50 would be the finale of part two. It's literally the last timeline in its glory and then the epilogue which kicks off part three.

COULD AT LEAST ONE OF Y'ALL SIT THROUGH THAT OR DO YOU GUYS HAVE ANY NOTES AT ALL BECAUSE LIKE

I personally kinda like it but if not a soul is reading this I am throwing myself on the curb with the rest of the garbage LMFAOOO.

I NEED THOUGHTS. OPINIONS. COMMENTS. CONCERNS. ANYTHING.

Anyways, I'm going to work. I have off tomorrow and I broke the ff investment seal for today so insanity and updates will be here tonight and homework will be tomorrow.

HOPE EVERYONE HAS A GOOD DAY <3

(9:30) I am literally falling asleep as I lazily write this angel based on Danse Macabre. Expect all of maybe one more update tonight if the tacos I am abt to receive don't wake me up LMFAO.

Also, I am almost saddened by not having something to post tm. Anyone want an early chapter of something that isn't Genesis/Desolation bc they're both on Monday?????? (I am feeling like a menace rn)

(10:19) tacos and the absolute yap session I just had did wake me up a bit. MAAAYBE might write some more. Idk I slept like three hours last night and went to work I'm kinda dead. But we're at 98.2k!!!!!!🥳

(11:06) okay we made it to 99.6k everything besides the flashback for 31 is done. I'm about to relax and watch something and figure out mechanics of some of this because god this series is A BEAST. Like, I still have six planned chapters left.

Pure insanity. I love it here. I hate it here.

Holy shit wait I just came to the realization that I started this fic exactly one month ago. I have belted out 99.6k for THIS FIC ALONE. (Moreso if we're including future shit that hasn't happened yet)

IN ONE MONTH.

THAT IS FUCKING CRAZY WHAT HTE FUCK LMFAOOOO

I may or may not be cooking we’ll find out in 6-26 business hours

(5:28) So I just had a very interesting past few business hours. I read a fic I've been waiting ever so patiently to finish. That's cool, right. I go for a walk at 4 in the morning because I'm insane. Fantastic. I get home at five and I'm like ohhhh well what do I do now it's not sleep time yet. Oh write I'm supposed to be drawing.

Nope I reread the epilogue of morning glory and realized Tweek's first address is for my morning glory and Craig's last sign off is your morning glory and now I'm ready to throw myself on the curb with the garbage as I sob. Someone call a trusted adult for me thanks.

[badtzbot]

2024 Writing Roundup

4 hours till midnight so I'm not late either 🫡🫡 thanku @kookoofufu for the tag and the mention :')

words posted: 27,397

additional words written: 55,899 light and love to my 100+ wips

fandoms: one piece + a single hamlet ff + there's beartown and ohshc in my drafts but none posted

highest hits and kudos: unsurprisingly, the mihawk x benn x shanks easy does it, darling wins both (1,767 hits, 126 kudos)

new things i tried: okay technicallyyyy i've written fic before but that was like years ago when i was a wee baby. so i would say everything but mostly i just wrote a lot of smut

fic i spent the most time on: the VAST majority of my fics are written in less than 3 days when the brainworms get to me. however my longfic fish bones; stray dog only has ONE out of five chapters posted (im still writing i promise) and it's been six months TT this why i can't write longfic. other than that, to watch a dead woman (hamlet) was i think the only one that took longer than a week

fic I spent the least time on: again, vast majority are written in 1-3 days.... i think either my milkshake brings all the girls to the yard (posted today!!! very nsfw.) which was done in like 6 hours total, or Just me and the Curve of the Valley which was literally just keats and i having a conversation

favourite thing I wrote: didn't write much gen but i'm quite proud of the crocobra doomed old man yaoi (but tonight, i still dream of you). as for nsfw.... write out the ends on our palms, dear because smodrake 4 lyfe

favourite thing(s) I read: ooh god I don't particularly save things i read other than things that ABSOLUTELY change my brain chemistry (as in, like, I have 23 of these insane fics from my entire like 8 years of reading it.) instead I'm gonna give my top three and make a separate fic rec post later <3 light n love

insane, changed my brain chem (no order):

it only takes one break of your pose (to get off) by goldensprite - nsfw, one piece, smoker/tashigi, 4k words, drove me about halfway insane and is what REALLY got me into this ship. i still reread this like once every few weeks

you're my wasteland, baby by arizayna - sfw, beartown, benji ovich / big city, 1.8k words, BENJI OVICH I LOVE YOU. spoilers for beartown book 3

the soft hand it used to fit on by fab_ia (@bananawanis) - nottt sexual but not entirely sfw, warning for mcd. one piece, benn beckman/red-haired shanks, 4k words, i sobbed and cried and threw up and banged my head against the wall. read this if you want devastation to your mental state

+ special mention to my fave book of the year, beartown by fredrik backman, probably look up content warnings if you want to read it

writing goals for 2025: get out of writers block. pain and suffering

tagging: this post is long enough. if u wanna do it then do it

[venus-haze]

Theres a 5$ showing of the Godfather (first) at my local theatre tonight and I had to reread Bruised Fruit in its entirety to prepare. Sooooo good!! I can't wait to think about Gloria the entire time lol

Oh my god I hope you have the best time seeing it in a theater!! Such a great experience!

Also, I'm like honored you reread Bruised Fruit for it (and are gonna be thinking of Gloria) that makes me so happy🖤 I'm hoping to have chapter 19 posted this weekend! I appreciate you so much Gabi!

🦇 Battie

[iamheretoyell]

HIIII

Good morning everyone!!!

Posted the first actual chapter of ca$h4cultz ln

THERE WILL BE MORE COMING THIS MONTH.

I am trying to have another 7k posted by tomorrow.

So there may or may not be a few other updates besides Genesis today bc I know Hunter is not 7k.

So we'll see!! Hope y'all enjoy your day, will be updating on this!!

1:25 update: I am finally free to enjoy the next thirty minutes of my break. Tiny plot update in ca$h. Tweek and Craig officially have a random background plot that's getting touched on probably.

Also, ca$h may be a little longer than initially planned bc the ideas are goiiingggggggg.

Genesis will be up in a few hours max as my actual work for the day is almost done.

And I'm gonna post something else.

Idk what.

Actually yk what you guys have like, I don't fuckin know... six business hours???

Take a pick!

2:28 update, I just reread the angel from 32 and I'M LITERALLY ABOUT TO CRY AGAIN

IDK WHAT IT IS ABOUT THAT SPECIFIC PART THAT MAKES ME SO EMOTIONAL LIKE THIS IS NOT NORMAL BRUH

3:44 update, giggling and screaming, I love this fic sm

8:00 update, I wish I was joking

(excuse the overuse of he was, I'm literally mid-writing this chapter still. that shit gets fixed when I'm done with each chapter LMAO)

I AM MID CHAPTER SIX, LIKE, THE HALWAY POINT.

14K DEEP INTO A DOC I HAD LIKE JUST OVER 500 WORDS ON FOUR DAYS AGO

YOU'RE JOKING ME.

THIS WAS ONLY SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE 20, MAYBE, IF I REAAAALY PUSHED IT, 30K.

WHY DOES THIS SHIT KEEP HAPPENING???????? LMFAOOO

Anyways, y'alls six business hours is definitely up, I'm probably gonna post another chapter of cash bc cash was absolutely the secret third thing and this is 50/50. STAYTUNEEDDDD

Also I'm giggling and screaming bc every time Genesis gets another bookmark (even if it's private and my nosy ass can't see who it is) I GET SOOO EXCITED. I LOVE ALL SIXTEEN OF U THANKS FOR WANTING TO SEE WHAT IM WORKING ON MORE THAN ONCE ENOUGH TO BOOK MARK IT ILY.

10:47 update, chapter six is done I'M GOING CRAZYYYYYYYYYYYY

also ca$h is at 15.9k.

[ming-sik]

also while i am still definitely a hater(reread some of p5 today and man.) genuinely doing this rewrite has been really fun! it's been long enough that i'm kinda rusty, and my last rewrite was a game i was much more familiar with so i could really try and get the feel of the cutscenes down(it wasn't good though lol i want to redo it at some point). im not sure if its. normal. to respond to "hey do you wanna talk about your AU" with something that's gonna hit the HHGTTG word count tonight, roughly a third in, to the Outline, but its also been awhile since i had like actual friends who would talk on my posts a lot and i've really been enjoying swapping rewrite AUs.

basically what im saying, is that the only way to stop a bad guy with a discord server,

[pprodsuga]

omggg a snippet just for meeee i'm so honoured u wanted to share something with lil 'ol me. stop it before i develop a parasocial relationship with you...

on a different note, if u will allow me to rant for one wee second.. this is completely irrelevant to anything but i was looking for some romcom novels to read (bc i need to stop letting fanfiction consume me), and tell me why authors pick the ugliest most generic ytest names. i haven't read a real book in a while and i'm so used to reading ff now where even side characters have korean names that the switch over back to western books is awful. i had to stop my search bc wtf is GARRETT and TUCKER. ik a korean name is just a name, there's nothing objectively special, but it's just more unique in the sense that i don't see it often outside of media. the only way to get around this is fantasy books where the names aren't even real names (thank god the book im currently reading is fantasy). PLEASE can i just get an ethnic name and maybe more ethnic characters or something... sob. i just want a college romcom to cope so i can get away from college au's😭 yeah it's fucked for me. thank u for listening to my unsolicited bitch sesh

-comet

just for you, for always being so thoughtful in your words. more under the cut to spare the dash.

your first messages back in june struck a chord within me for two reasons: talking about my writing was an incredibly kind thing for you to do and it validated the hell out of my work. but also, i was experiencing a lot of friendship turmoil that i had to navigate (re: why i wrote never to keep).

i don’t know if i’ve ever expressed just how grateful i am to have read your messages at that time because for that entire month, i felt like i did not have anyone in my life to back me up when i stood up for myself. knowing that you thought i must be someone with a great deal of empathy and kindness restored a bit of faith in me and who i am as a friend. i reread your message over and over again until i could remind myself that i am who i am for a reason. so thank you.

character names are something i think about a lot, both in fanfics and regular fiction. i’m oftentimes taken out of the story when it feels so incredibly yt (but go figure, i’m not white but have a “white” name so i understand that there is some nuance sprinkled in there). but sometimes we just crave that subtle representation in an ethnic name so i don’t have to wait for the author to explain that they’re not….white. in every sense of the word. but like if you’re gonna pick a white name then at least make them sound HOT?

onto the snippet! i’m excited to post this one. no idea when i’ll finish writing/editing but i’m excited that you’re excited. not providing context bc im a menace and will make you wait. 😎 (thank you for being excited.)

*✧･ﾟ─────────── *✧･ﾟ

Sunghoon turns to look at you. “You were always the most unpredictable part of my day.” 

“Me?” 

“Yeah. You moved into the apartment next to mine and running into you a few times a week kept me on my toes. I don’t know. I guess I saw you as someone I would have potentially befriended. I could at least pretend I was coming home to talk to someone who cared.” 

“That’s…very sweet. You’re a nice person, Sunghoon.” 

He sighs. “I don’t feel that way. I don’t know when I’m gonna see my family and friends again and explain all of this, but I'm starting to get the feeling that they’ll never hear from me and they’ll never know what happened tonight.” 

“You know,” you begin, “a lot of my life was spent moving from place to place and never having anything or anyone to call home. I can’t imagine what it must feel like for you to leave everything behind. For that, I truly am sorry.”

“It’s really not your fault,” Sunghoon says dryly. “Whoever tried to kill you should get a bullet to his head.” He hears you laugh awkwardly.

“Yeah, well that likely wouldn’t solve our problems.”

“What do you mean?” 

“I don’t think that man acted on his own accord. It’s too professional to assume he’s working alone.” 

“You’re saying he’s working with someone else?” 

“Or, he’s working for someone.” 

Sunghoon gulps. “I hadn’t thought of that.”

“The price of freedom is high. Remember that.” 

“You know, none of this explains how you know what you’re doing. If you know, for that matter.” 

He doesn’t hear you move for a short while and closes his eyes shut. Once again, he’s found himself slipping up and saying things that don't translate well. Too afraid to speak, Sunghoon considers sleeping and dealing with his actions in the morning. 

“I know what I’m doing because I’ve done it before,” you say through the darkness. “When your whole life revolves around survival, you adapt to the best of your ability and do anything to stay alive. I’ve learned a few things from my time on the run so please know that I know what I’m doing.”

“Who are you?” 

The room is silent. 

“Someone you can trust.”