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[witheredsnow]

How do stories come to be? Not too sure. I simply browsed some tags in Tumblr at one point then my mind started narrating in a melancholic tone a story in my head while taking pieces of memories of mine.

Anyway, TW! for imagery of some trauma that is not specified that much below. Feel free to think of filling in details to your liking.

-as always, Rei

Untitled, an aro/ace/aroace (depends on how you interpret) short story

On an ordinary day, nothing is out of place. Although, perhaps not yet.

I minded my own as I sat still as the world around me went by.

Right, your company besides me. A present presence. Did I bore you with my silence? Although I do not know what else to discuss... Not when I know where you wish to lead it to.

Hm. You look at me like so. A gaze I've grown accustomed to. Yet, I can not return the favor. I would not anymore, although that would be a question on whether I was able to in the first place. To add, I don't even think it's a favor I'm willing to accept anymore.

However, yes, I'm still here. Am I misleading? I don't know. Perhaps.

In truth, I wanted to know of something but now my question is answered as I've achieved it.

I stood up.

...

......

..........

Gentle physical touches whether by accident or a purposeful comfort, lingering gazes that speak more than just simple interest, smiles and laughter that carry warmth that spreads, and words whether spoken with explicit intention to say or implicitly hint at the other.

All accompanied by that feeling, that sensation, that... Whatever it would be called.

I wondered if they were real.

I envied the feelings described.

I wanted to have that feeling myself.

But perhaps not. I don't.

Not when I fear?

.....

It still hurts to remember, but perhaps time has numbed me enough to not cry and to fear... Less.

....

A plate broke. Again. Shattered pieces scattered on the outdated floors of the room.

The floors were already ugly, but the question of aesthetics is not what's wrong here.

It felt like my heart rate dropped in sync with another plate crashing down, then cabinets, chairs, the whole room and... Whatever else that is in the way of this maelstrom.

Oh how a young mind could comprehend what happened. I first thought before that was what life was, that was already what it would be forever after.

Strong, vice-like grips, rough handling inadvertently causing harm, furious glares and resentment filled stares, harsh tone of voice that causes one to tremble with a chilling anxiety.

For how long had that lasted, that scene which followed the general outline with variations.

.....

Truthfully, I did not once question how it had affected me. I thought I was supposed to be whatever it was I was and am. Although...

....

The present. Right.

I heard you. Yes. Sort of, but I won't say.

You asked me a question, hurt and disbelief in your tone.

My answer was that now I know. It wasn't a pretty answer. Perhaps I deserved that projectile hurled at me. The only thing I regret is not knowing sooner. Believe it or not, I care. Despite the way I am, I do. Or rather, the way I am doesn't affect how I care about you.

... But I know it's not enough. Or perhaps not what you wanted.

....

Perhaps it is ill timing, but I am reminded of that time by my own mind.

Again and again.

When I've confessed to have that phantom haunting me, peers of mine would be so kind. My ideas on what ails me, and what it would mean for me, my peers have guided me.

You were one of them. And... Well, I still am grateful to you. What kept haunting me now has made me fear less. I thought I could function the way a "normal" person would because of you—however, I suppose I am not. Normal, that is.

Not to you, perhaps. Or even others.

....

.......

Kindly. Please. Do not reason with me how I'm still in a choke hold by my own phantoms. Especially for the reason of chaining me to your ideas.

I know what I am now.

Not the haunted caused by them. But simply my own existence that has its own seperate identity.

I breathed out, exhaling slowly.

I hope you understand. Try to understand the me now, the being that I am.

I am placing myself in this world as I am and the details simply solidified who that is.

I'm sure you'd rather think of me as the villain now, so I do not speak after. In my limited ideas of fiction type villainy, I walk away silently while leaving you in your own turmoil.

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[wordsarelife]

WAITING LIST...*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

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LAST UPDATED. sep.11.

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MATTHEO RIDDLE

✩ labyrinth -> oh no, you’re falling in love again

fresh out the slammer -> after your relationship ends, you finally pursue something, or rather someone you were obsessed with for a long time

tell me why -> you want to make this work, but maybe you just can't

better man -> maybe you could've kept what you had when mattheo was just better

UNTITLED ->despite you being harry potter's sister, the slytherins love you like you were one of their own

THEODORE NOTT

❥ mine -> theo and your life together throughout the years

✩ foolish one -> birthday surprise

mary's song -> mean words and jokes often find their way into your heart

no body, no crime -> murder mystery au in hogwarts (coming soon)

UNTITLED -> theo is in love with you, what wouldn't be a problem, if you weren't mattheo's girlfriend (inspired by jessies girl)

dress -> no one has to know how his body feels under your hand, no one, and most importantly not your brother

this is me trying -> theo and you broke up a week ago and now you're just trying not to fall apart

LORENZO BERKSHIRE

run -> after the triwizard tournament, you have to leave the boy you were so amazed by when your eyes first fell on him

ISAAC LAHEY

loml -> you love him so much, but he changed and you have to accept that you're not a part of this new him anymore

STILES STILINSKI

GUTS!making the bed -> while the world you once knew is burning to the ground, you feel as if you're slowly losing your mind and slipping away from reality

✩ UNTITLED -> stiles finds out you're derek's sister

UNTITLED -> stiles wants to protect you from the supernatural and shuts you out, leaving you all alone when you most need him

RAFE CAMERON

UNTITLED -> rafe doesn't have the patience to deal with your inexperience

JESS MARIANO

❥ i can fix him (no really i can) -> jess got in a fight... again

UNTITLED -> you and jess are teen parents

lover -> you and jess are basically one

a place in this world -> after you and jess got married, he takes you to visit stars hollow

castle's crumbling -> when a rumour starts spreading around town, jess is the only one you can count on

UNTITLED -> childhood friends

LOGAN HUNTZBERGER

welcome to new york -> logan surprises you with an expensive gift

PETER PARKER

hey stephen -> you and peter go on a mission.. and are also dating

UNTITLED -> spider based superhero

LUKE CASTELLAN

nothing here

KNOX OVERSTREET

✩ ivy -> knox and you are not allowed to be together, but the heart wants what it wants, right?

JJ MAYBANK

CHARLIE DALTON

DRACO MALFOY

DISCONTINUED CHARACTERS

ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

we were happy -> you can feel anything that happened in that house and your brother notices what toll it takes on you

GUTS!logical -> there are mutual feelings in both your hearts, but there are mutual fears as well

look what you made me do -> (enemies to lovers)

TASM!PETER PARKER

GUTS!the grudge -> when being spider-mans girlfriend becomes dangerous, peter makes a decision that breaks your heart

JAMES POTTER

GUTS!bad idea, right? -> there's something intoxicating in the way that you and james just can't keep away from each other

GUTS!love is embarrassing -> everyone knew that james potter was in love with lily evans and everyone but you seemed to understand what that meant

untouchable -> in the middle of the night, there’s only james and you

TOM RIDDLE (might change the character)

coney island -> your marriage has run its course and it's possibly too late for tom to fix it

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[no1frogfan]

Untitled Makki/Seijoh4 drabble

Hanamaki x gn reader (x the rest of Seijoh4 a bit)

Word count: ~1.3k

Tags & warnings: SMUT-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Hair fetish, cum in hair, PUBES we love ‘em and Makki definitely does, implied breath play, mentions of penetration & throat fucking, dubcon (no dubcon sex but reader is unknowingly participating in Makki’s fetish), reader has silky hair that’s long enough to braid, no hair color mentioned

Note: How do these keep getting longer and longer? They’re not really drabbles anymore, but I couldn’t stop writing because pervy Makki is so fun. This is actually depraved lmao

Iwa | Mattsun

You flop down cross-legged onto the rug in front of Makki. He scoots forward, draping his legs over your shoulders and pulling you back against the side of the bed. Steam is still rising off your head as he carefully teases out any tangles.

When it’s combed through to his satisfaction, he spreads deep conditioner across his hands and gently reaches forward to massage it into your scalp. The cinnamon and peppermint prickle pleasantly across your skin.

He dollops more conditioner on your hair, and, god it looks so much like… He doesn't know how many times he’s imagined it, wrapping your silky locks around his hand to press your nose against his abdomen. He could even thread both hands through your hair to hold you down while he bucks into you, savor the feeling of you gagging around him and, at the last second, pull you off him to paint hot streaks across your face and hair. He’s sure you’d make him cum so much, thick gobs of it covering your head and sticking to the strands.

Makki tears his eyes away and takes a long, calming breath.

Then another.

He shakes his head and returns to the task of caressing the conditioner into every strand.

You feel the tension leaving your neck and shoulders. Your eyes close, body relaxing under his ministrations.

When he walked in on you putting your hair up a week ago, he never realized an opportunity like this would literally land in his lap.

The wind had been relentless that day, loosening your bun and whipping the escaped tendrils across your face out on the boat. The spray of salt water and the grabby hands of the younger guests had done a number on it too. He saw you get progressively more irritated as the day went on, your tight bun devolving into a messy one, devolving further into an untidy ponytail, and finally barely managing to even be wrangled into that.

Then he’d stumbled in on you in the bathroom while you were trying to wrestle with it for the umpteenth time that morning, an angry scowl twisting your face.

Shakily (could you see his hands trembling?), he’d reached up to tease the knottiest tangles apart with his fingers and tie it up for you.

He’d pulled back reluctantly after he finished, and keeping his tone as casual as he could, offered to braid it for you that night. “I have two sisters,” he’d added hurriedly by way of explanation, trying to cut off any hesitation at the pass.

“You…don’t mind?”

Mind? He’d been itching to run his fingers through your hair for weeks, wondering if it really was as soft as it looked, wondering how you manage to keep it so lustrous and bouncy despite the harsh sea water and the harsher sun. Wondering how good it would smell if he buried his face in it.

“It’s no big. I used to do it all the time.”

As easy as that, he’d opened the door to this new nightly routine. And every night since then, it’s tested his discipline.

Like tonight. With careful fingers, he parts your hair down the middle and pulls the halves taut, relishing the feel of it gliding across his skin. You’re half asleep now, so far gone you don’t notice the quivering little gasp that escapes your mouth.

Uncertain he heard correctly, his eyes dart up to Oikawa, Iwa, and Mattsun in turn. All their eyes on trained on you too.

Maybe… He tugs your hair a second time.

Ah! There it is again—

A stutter and an almost inaudible moan.

Makki has to bite back a groan. Fuck. Do you like that? He looks down and almost bites through skin at the sight of the wet strands splayed across his bare thighs, so close to his twitching cock he could almost…maybe he could even grab a palmful and fuck his fist with it, until your hair is sticky with his cum. You’ve always been a deep sleeper. He could rub it in and you’d never be the wiser.

Or maybe you’d prefer to be on top and in control, to see the fucked out look on his face as you take every inch of him, milking him for all he’s worth. You’d loom over him, your locks a satin curtain around his face, hiding him away in a private paradise.

If he asked you to, would you grow it out longer? If you knew how much he liked it? If you knew it would let him easily wrap one long plait around your throat? If you knew it would let him grip it more easily when he fucks you from behind? His hand viselike as he drives into you, wrenching you back after each sloppy thrust. It’d be easier to pull you up, too. To curve your neck back for a better view as you take Mattsun or Iwaizumi, or hell, even Oikawa in your eager mouth.

You can’t see the wolfish expression on Makki’s face as he zeroes in on the way your chest rises and falls unevenly under him. But his friends can, and he can’t help but show off a little, his eyes glinting in challenge. Watch what I can do. And under the pretense of making sure he gets every strand, he runs his nails down your cheek, trails them across your neck, and with a murmured “sorry” ghosts them across your chest, there and gone.

You barely register his touch, but the evidence of it lingers in the budding of your nipples against the thin fabric of your sleep shirt.

If you opened your eyes now, you’d see him hunched over you, eyes closed in rapture. The spicy scent, the warmth radiating from you, it’s all too heady. He could lunge forward right now, pin you down against the floor and fuck you just like that. Would you want that? Want every inch of his body pressed against you, his face smothered against your neck, you invading all of his senses? Letting him drown in every strand every wisp while he thrusts into you, not too slow, not too fast, relishing the clench of your walls around him.

And he knows it’s in poor taste, but he truly can’t help but wonder: does the carpet match the drapes? He’s always trying to catch a glimpse, but he’s never been successful. Do you trim? Do you let it grow? Hopefully you don’t shave because fuck what he wouldn’t give to spread you open, bury his nose in your bush, smear his pre all over you and go to fucking town—

His eyes shoot open when someone clears their throat.

It’s impossible now to ignore how hard he is. It’s bordering on painful. You’ve dozed off a little, like you usually do, and Makki decides he’s dragged this on long enough. It takes no time at all to finish his plaiting. He leans back to admire tonight’s masterpiece — two neat French braids. Then, he covers his lap with the comforter before giving your hair one final tug.

You blink blearily, reaching up to run your fingers over his handiwork. “Thanks Makki,” you mumble, rubbing sleep from your eyes. You push off the floor, a little wobbly from the haze of sleep, and shuffle into bed.

“No prob,” he responds, voice a little strained.

Thus ends your nightly routine.

Makki, though, he usually stays up a little longer, fucking his fist in the shower while the luster of your hair still lingers on his fingertips.

[sarcasticsciencefictionwriter]

For the wip bird asks!!

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Thank you! Really spoiling with the birds, thank you!!! 🥰

🦜 a pretty quote (you like the prose, or symbolism, or it's poetic, or you just like how it feels/the word choice!)

The burning was practical, cleansing, respectful. Final. They used traditional methods, even though they had long since moved past needing torches for lighting fires or even needing fires beyond funeral pyres. For a few moments, Ranna didn't think that she could do it. She stared at the body on the pyre, wrapped in a shroud of the traditional colors of the Seneschal family. She remembered being a girl, her family laid out on their pyres, Alaric holding the torch and lighting them, to spare her, even though she was the closest relative of most. She was the only one now. She had to do this for him. Ranna took the torch, not flinching as it shed sparks and burning scraps. The words had all been said. This was all that was left. She touched it to the pyre and rested it there as it caught immediately, only backing off when the flames leapt high and hot, bowing her head for a moment before forcing herself to look at them. There were no tears now and Ranna wondered if that was a bad thing. Her grief was still there, of course, but the tears that had poured out of her were no longer there. Gregory stood on one side of her, Toland on the other, and she felt comforted by their presence, though they were there more for support of her than to say goodbye to Alaric. Which was okay, she found, despite her bitterness towards the turnout. The burning took a long time, as it always did. But at the same time it didn't feel like long enough. Because as soon as the burning was over, it was time for the presentation to Kaanan. The members of the Senate escorted Ranna through the streets to the government building, taking a route that she had never traced before, even in her years of training. In her years of running through these halls as a child, in awe of what she was born for. Ranna no longer felt in awe of it, but she felt like that child again.

Untitled Ranna Fic (angsty, but I like the prose)

🐧 a funny quote (silly! laughs! jokes! puns!)

Nikola rolled his eyes as Ashley came charging over, closely followed by Henry. "No running in the kitchen." Helen scolded as Ashley moved to completely invade Nikola's space, clearly sizing him up. Nikola didn't back down and just looked at her with an arched eyebrow. "I thought you would be taller." Ashley said, skipping introductions completely. "I thought the same thing about you." Nikola returned. Helen's maternal reflex already had her opening her mouth to scold Nikola, because it wasn't the first time someone had commented on Ashley being short in comparison to her parents, but she stopped when Ashley drew herself up and looked Nikola up and down before she grinned. "Nikola, this is Ashley." "The pigeon tormentor." Nikola said, nodding. Ashley looked confused, but took Nikola's hand when he offered it to her. Then he turned to Henry. "And you must be Heinrich." Henry took Nikola's hand with a very serious expression. "Mum doesn't like you." "Henry." Helen said, cheeks heating, partially because that wasn't strictly true anymore. "At least he's honest." Nikola said, shrugging. "And your mother and I have come to an understanding."

Enigmatic Confections (I hope this counts, the Ashley and Nikola was the first funny thing I thought of)

🦉 a clever quote (something you're proud of!)

"You are not property, Helen, but you are valuable. You are the firstborn of Clan Bancroft. The only child of your mother's line left. This clan will be yours very shortly. Whoever takes your hand will be in a high position and must bring an equal sum." "Why must I marry at all?" Helen winced and amended her statement. "Why must I marry so soon? I do not want to try to manage a marriage and my duties all at once, not until I am steady in my reign." "You are well aware of the politics between our clans." "Yes, but--" Helen broke off, biting the inside of her cheek. If she had been a boy, this wouldn't be happening. It didn't matter what her father said. The other clans were offering their sons so that her power could be pushed aside. So that they could absorb her clan into theirs, become more powerful than the others. "How could you do this to me, Father?" her whisper came out small, making her truly sound her age. Her father sighed and clasped his hands on the desk. "I made stipulations in this agreement, Helen. You may choose any of the four. He will take control of his own clan upon his marriage to you. He may not usurp your standing in this clan. Those left out of this alliance will abide by it." Helen leaned back, rocking on her heels. "I don't want this. I don't care if it will be good for the clan. I do not want this. I can not do this."

Untitled Sanctuary Clans and Marriages AU (I feel clever for this because: boom! The Five.)

🐦 a romantic quote (can be sweet or sad or sexy, or just your favorite interaction between them!)

Rana's hand slid gently over her skin as she raised herself and then pressed a kiss to the crest of Helen's swollen belly. "Keeping you awake?" Ranna asked softly. Helen slid her fingers into Ranna's dark hair, holding her close. "Mmm. Not really. They're sleeping." "Like you should be." Ranna said, shifting to kiss Helen on the mouth. Helen kissed her back, taking a moment to simply enjoy it. "What's go through that mind of yours, Helen?" Rann asked as she pulled away. "Do you hate me?" Helen whispered, surprising herself with the words. She definitely would not have asked in daylight hours. "Now why would I do that?" In answer Helen cradled her abdomen, where the baby stirred sleepily. Ranna's eyes, glistening in the dark, softened. "For giving us a child?" "For carrying the child you can't give me. For John and Nikola." Helen's voice was raw and vulnerable to her own ears. She had been telling herself it was simply the hormones of the pregnancy making her feel like this, but she knew that wasn't true. "Helen, we wouldn't have a child any other way." Ranna said patiently. "The next time one of them comes...I will do it again. I love them." "I know. And I knew that long ago." The patient tone was irking Helen and she sat up, wrapping her arms around herself, feeling chilly. The baby kicked, wide awake now. "Why now?" Ranna asked. "Why does it matter now?" Helen didn't answer, standing and going to the trunk where they kept their clothes. She pulled on a shirt she could barely button and walked out. The beach wasn't far and Helen walked across the moonlit sand, trying to untangle the ball of emotions in her chest. Perhaps she was being ridiculous, but the thoughts had plagued her for months. Ranna didn't seem to understand. "Helen!" Of course Ranna had come after her. Helen stood just above the tide, not turning. "What's going on?" Ranna asked, clearly annoyed.

Untitled Sanctuary Island AU, Helen/Ranna (this is my favorite interaction between them right now)

🦩dealer's choice (choose any quote at all! or the summary / ao3 tags thing! whatever! wild card!)

The door opened, but only as far as the chain allowed. A suspicious blue eye regarded him. That eye did not look happy. "Yes?" "Helen Druitt?" "Magnus. I never changed my name. I don't know why everyone assumes I did." she said. Nikola was fairly certain he had just hit strike one without even meaning to. And to be fair to her, he had just assumed. He had only been told her first name, after all. He cleared his throat. "I apologize." Her eye narrowed. Nikola really wished that he could see her whole face, so that he could judge how this was going. "What do you want?" "Can you open the door so we can talk properly?" Nikola asked. For a few moments he thought that was going to get him the door slammed in his face, but it gently closed and he heard the chain slide. The door reopened and he was able to get his first real look at Helen Magnus. She was a tall woman, perhaps an inch shy of Nikola's height. Her eyes were blue, as he had already seen. Her brunette hair was pulled messily into a bun on the back of her head and had a pencil stabbed through it. Her clothes were wrinkled and stained with various colors that he thought might have been from paint. "What do you want?" she repeated. He cleared his throat. "My name is Nikola Tesla. Your husband--" "Ex-husband." Helen said, heat in her tone. Well, now, that was something that Mr-I'm-taller-than-you-and-will-loom-over-you-menancingly-even-during-a-civil-conversation had failed to mention. "Your ex-husband. He hired me." "For what?" Good God, had the man just decide to sic Nikola on his wife--ex-wife--without even giving her a heads up? Nikola wasn't certain that he had liked the man, but he had seemed civil. Had spoken politely and to the point about Helen. "He didn't tell you?" "I've been ignoring his calls." Helen said, face flushing a bit as she tilted her chin defiantly at the same time. "What has John hired you for?" "You."

Untitled Teslen Fic (as a treat)

Okay, I went a little overboard with that and reread a lot of stuff, but I'm not sorry for it, especially since I wasn't having a great day until then.

[fexalted]

wip title game: father and forgiver, words never spoken

and you know what, just to induce some randomness, one of the untitled gf ones of your choice <3

wip title ask meme

father and forgiver: answered here!

words never spoken: oh man, so. this is the brain trauma au, aka the au where ford getting repeatedly zapped by lightning during weirdmageddon has degenerative effects, that unfortunately don't become evident until he and stan are already out on the boat. and at the same time, stan starts having more frequent memory lapses

i wrote So Much of this, and it's all v melodramatic and sad, but not all that medically accurate fhfkshfk so looking back on it i kinda cringe bc of that. and esp after learning more about how to depict disabilities in fiction i'm like "man i wish i had done this better." i'd love to go back and give it the rewrite it deserves but it would def be a big task

most of this is straight up angst but here's a lil funny moment i still enjoy:

It's funny, you never really thought of yourself as old—perhaps because you never really expected to live this long—but now you keep seeing signs of your age in nearly everything you do. Your hands are less steady, your steps are less sure, and you find you get worn out a lot faster than you used to. Even your mind doesn't feel quite as sharp anymore. You could almost laugh. You finally stop running, and it all catches up to you in the blink of an eye.

"It's not fair," you gripe to Stanley as you do the dishes one evening. "At this rate I'll be drinking prune juice and going to bed at 8:30 by the end of the month."

"Happens to the best of us, Poindexter," Stanley chuckles a little too gleefully, clapping a hand on your back and making you nearly drop a clean plate back into the sink. "I'm just glad to see you acting your age for once."

"Mm, yes, I'm sure you are," you say wryly, yawning despite the early hour of the evening and the cup of coffee you had with dinner.

"You better rest while you can," Stanley jokes, grinning. "I'm not gonna be picking up your slack once we set sail!"

"Oh? And why shouldn't you?" you tease back, mirroring his grin. "You are the younger twin, after all. Seems only fair you should give your poor older brother a break by doing more of the work." You dry your hands and hang the damp towel around Stanley's neck. "In fact, why don't you start right now by washing the rest of these for me?"

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gf 5: post-finale fic where ford, worried about the effects of the memory gun, talks stan into getting an MRI. during the scan, stan gets a flashback to being trapped in a car trunk and starts panicking. stangst central babeyyy

btw did you know the magnet is always on. this singular fact cemented my headcanon that ford's metal plate is not magnetic bc otherwise i would have to throw this whole fic in the trash sgfkshfkdjf

anyway here's a tiny paragraph of the aftermath (bc i never wrote anything past it):

You stop just outside the front doors—taking long, slow breaths of crisp September air, feeling the sharp edges of your keys dig into the palm of your clenched fist—and you tell yourself you're only doing so to calm down and clear your head again, and it's not at all because it's taking you a moment to remember where you parked your car.

[mymarsmoonandstars]

ONE THING I ABSOLUTELY LOVED about wakanda forever is how shuri never admitted to seeing killmonger in the ancestral plane. nakia asked her twice, and she disclosed not a thing. so i've been mulling over two questions: will shuri ever admit to seeing killmonger? and if so, who will she tell?

i was thinking of writing up a meta, but i saw the scene too clearly in my head. so i wrote a story, a short one, about 1.4k words. tw death mention. i call it, cat's got your tongue. i'm kidding. it's untitled.

i haven't written fanfic in years, until wakanda forever, apparently. the power of black women front-and-center on screen, eh?

anyway, i think yes, shuri will eventually admit to seeing killmonger. but to whom? well. . .

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Even the loud cascading water of Warrior Falls could not mask the sound of footsteps on rocks. A perk of being the Panther. So when a certain former member of the Dora Milaje appeared behind her, Shuri did not have to turn and look back over her shoulder to verify. She remained sitting on the edge of a rocky outcrop, legs dangling over a crystalline pool of shallow water. "If you're here to vent about your new suit, Okoye, your very long list of edits is still underway," said Shuri, keeping her eyes straight ahead. The golden horizon made the reservoir shimmer.

"It is not my suit I am concerned about. At least, not today." Okoye went to Shuri's side, and this close, Shuri not only breathed in her faint, reassuring scent of steel and lotus flower, but she could hear her heartbeat. Another Panther Perk that felt less like an advantage and more of an annoyance. She heard not only the heartbeats of humans, but the ancient thrumming of elephants, the flitting ones of birds. Sometimes, she wondered what her heartbeat had sounded like to her late brother, T'Challa. She knew it couldn't be like Okoye's, whose heart's drum beat as resonant and steady as the tama, speaking to her in a powerful but welcoming rhythmic language only she could understand. For the first time in days, Shuri felt the tensed Panther Spirit inside her head ease.

"Then what is it, Okoye?"

"You. If you wanted to challenge for the throne, I'm afraid you are a few weeks late. Though still fully within your rights."

Shuri looked down, twisted the Kimoyo beads on her wrist. She had programmed them off so that no one, not even Griot could reach her. "I did not come here to challenge for the throne."

"Then why are you here?"

Shuri furrowed her brows. She did not know the exact reason. She hated Warrior Falls, actually. As a child, she'd always associated it with being forced to wear itchy ensembles or watch boring fights. That is, until a few years ago, when T'Challa fought M'Baku and N'Jadaka here. She now thought of Warrior Falls as the place her brother not only once, but twice nearly died in. So why did it beckon her so?

"Okoye. Do you ever think of your tribe? Before you left it?"

Okoye sat beside her. Being that she was not in her Midnight Angels suit and no longer a Dora, she wore casual Wakandan wear. A sight Shuri was still getting used to. "Of course I do. I come from a long line of shepherds and farmers. But do not be fooled, as The Border Tribe was and still is Wakanda's first line of defense. We obliterated any threat before they had a chance to even feast their terroristic eyes upon Wakanda's protective barrier. We've earned our bragging rights, as your Americans say." Okoye bumped her shoulder against Shuri's, teasing a small smile out of her. Okoye's voice softened as she sank further into memory. "My father used to grow the sweetest yellow yam. Better than W'Kabi's, but do not tell him I said that. And my mother. . . she sang me songs full of stories about the king's personal protectors, instilling in me the dream of becoming a part of the Dora. After their spirits answered Bast's call, I decided to make that dream come true."

I'm so sorry the dream doesn't exist anymore, Shuri wanted to say, but couldn't bring herself to. She blamed herself for Okoye no longer holding the title. But Okoye often assured that she had let go of the position and was ready to move on to the something more. "I do not understand, Okoye. Why must violence always be the price we pay for transformation? For progress?"

"Hm." Okoye tilted her head, thoughtful. For the first time in her life, Shuri saw shadows of black hair peeking through her tatted scalp. "Is this why M'Baku sits on the throne now, instead of you?"

"My father sat on the throne only to die. My brother sat on the throne only to die. And my mother, just the same. That throne is cursed." Shuri's voice was as bitter as heart-shaped herb tea.

"Cursed? I thought scientists such as you did not believe in curses."

"I've visited the Ancestral Plane. I—I have senses," said Shuri, struggling to explain the black-furred soul trapped in her mind, "that tread the world beyond physics. What I believe in, I am no longer sure."

Okoye turned and took hold of Shuri's hands. She rubbed her callused thumbs over Shuri's tattooed skin. "I've served under many Panthers, and from them I've learned that Wakanda's Protector is never alone. The herb is always there for you, if you are ever in need of ancestral guidance."

Shuri stood up, so quick, a cat alerted to danger. "Taking the herb is not an option for me."

Okoye stood with her, pose straight, electric, determined. "How, when it has been this way since Bashenga?"

"Because of who I saw, the first time I went there." Shuri swallowed hard. The first and only time she'd went there. She backed away from the rock's edge. The Panther Spirit growled, paced in its cage.

Okoye took hold of her arm. "And who did you see? What troubles you, Shuri?"

Shuri's dark eyes shone. She'd never admitted this to anyone, not even Nakia. "My cousin. I saw my cousin, and only him."

Silence. As deafening as the Falls. The wind blew at them. It was only until Okoye spoke that Shuri realized it was not a surprised silence, rather one where Okoye was waiting for Shuri to explain. When she did not, Okoye quirked an eyebrow. "And what have you learned from it?"

"I. . . learned?"

"Yes." Okoye circled Shuri. Even without her spear, she looked like a warrior. The water shifted around their ankles as if it, too, were intimidated. "I served Killmonger, once. Though it was brief, I have no shame in that. He taught me something valuable, that the throne matters just as much as whoever sits upon it. So. . . what did Cousin teach you?"

Ah. Shuri shut her eyes. So this is what she needed. Okoye's voice was not laden with pity or concern. But purpose. She did have a general's heart. And perhaps that's why she confessed to Okoye. They shared so much. Ramonda had stripped Okoye of her entire world; she understood what it was like to feel Queen Mother's rejection. And she understood what it meant to be pinned underneath Killmonger's sway.

Shuri recalled T'Challa once telling her that the Ancestral Plane was a very purple, but beautiful and fitting retirement. And for the most part, he had been right. The plane had been very purple, but also orange and yellow and red from the flames burning all around her and Killmonger. She felt a deep shame, seeing him. She regretted the words she told him. How he influenced her so quickly. And what type of leader succumbs in such a way? For the past weeks, a shamefaced Shuri had hid herself from everyone. They couldn't even find her in her lab. But the same compassion she extended to her enemy. . . perhaps it was time she offered it to herself.

Shuri's eyes opened, and they sparkled with renewed confidence. "I learned while anger is a valuable tool, vengeance is its puppeteer."

Okoye smiled, wide and beautifully. She stopped circling. "And you are no one's puppet." The corners of her smile faded, and she looked down at her deep blue dress, then out at the Falls. "Not even a puppet to tradition."

Shuri nodded once, understanding. She was never one for tradition, and she knew Okoye was slowly learning that about herself, too. "I will suggest to King M'Baku that we end Challenge Day. There are better ways to find a king or queen."

"Just bring with you a bowl of vegetables. He claims he cannot hear council on an empty stomach."

They laughed together. Okoye pulled her in for a long embrace. "Thank you," Shuri whispered in the former general's gold-cuffed ear, holding her tight. She and Okoye were both women who had shed old skin, who were finding their footing in newfound roles. They faced uncertainty. Restlessness, even. But they found stillness in each other, and through this, they would persevere.

The Panther Spirit leapt, bound, wind beneath clawed feet. Weight lifted. Free, at last.

[ravens-words]

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Eddie asks Buck about the coma dream.

"So tell me about this other life," Eddie whispers quietly, watching Buck absentmindedly run his fingers through Christopher's hair. He’s heard about it from Bobby, a little bit, and he can’t say he’s not curious about it.

Buck looks up, startled. "Huh?"

"Your other life," he repeats patiently, "tell me about it."

Buck hesitates, looks away, and Eddie frowns. "Come on, it can't be that bad," he prods jokingly.

The look on Buck's face says otherwise, so Eddie waits him out, doesn't pressure him.

"I was a teacher," he tells him, and Eddie finds himself smiling. "What?" Buck asks.

"What?"

"Why are you smiling like that?"

Eddie quirks an eyebrow. "I'm not allowed to smile now?"

"Not without telling me why you're smiling like that, you're not."

He shakes his head. "Just- I can see it. You being a teacher."

"Yeah?"

"Oh yeah," he nodded, "you're good with kids, you're patient, you're kind," Eddie realizes when Buck blushes that he may have gone overboard, so he overcorrects, "-and you're practically a kid yourself, so you must've fit right in."

Buck huffs, rolls his eyes. Then, he sobers up and clears his throat. "Daniel was alive," he tells him, "and he was a doctor.” He sounds devastated, but in a hushed type of way that feels somehow different than before. Buck may not talk about his brother much, or at all really, considering the fact that he hadn't gotten to know him, but whenever Buck did talk about him, it was like he was an open wound that refused to mend. Now, it was different, not an open, gaping wound, but a scar, tender and fresh, but healed.

"Buck-"

He doesn't seem to hear him, though, because he continues. "Maddie was still with Doug, and she was- not okay. Chimney- he didn't know Maddie. Jee wasn't there anymore. Hen was pretty much the same, though."

Eddie's quiet for a minute, then, "and me?" He asks, curious, "where am I?"

"I don't know," he confesses. Buck shudders, closes his eyes like it pains him, and Eddie scoots his chair closer, grabs the free hand that's not stroking Christopher's back.

"Hey, where'd you go?"

"You weren't there," Buck tells him, "you- you lost Christopher."

He freezes, body tense and ice cold, as he processes the words and puts it together. "Because you weren't there," he says softly, awed.

Buck laughs it off, "I was just making everything about myself, again."

"No," he tells him, "no, you- when I came to LA, Buck, I had no idea how hard being on my own would be. I was drowning, and you- you helped. More than you'll ever know."

"Eddie, I just introduced you to Carla, you did the rest all on your own."

Eddie's shaking his head before Buck can finish talking. "You were there constantly, whenever I needed you. You were my rock, and you still are. So, trust me when I tell you, I wouldn't have survived, let alone gotten to a place where I'm actually okay, without you."

Buck's eyes are rimmed red at this point, and Eddie's must be too, because he feels the itch of tears burn his eyes.

"You're giving me too much credit," he laughs wetly, sniffling.

Eddie smiles. "I don't think you’re giving yourself enough." He squeezes his hand again- only then realizing he's been holding it the entire time. "I don't say it enough, but thank you for everything, Buck."

He opens his mouth to say something, probably a denial, but then he just- nods, accepts it.

There's a knock on the door frame, and Buck's doctor pokes her head in. "Visiting hours are over, I'm afraid."

Eddie nods at her, and pulls himself up. Waking Christopher takes a good minute, and Buck just looks at them instead of offering any help. Christopher eventually opens his eyes, then climbs down, but not before hugging Buck tightly. "I'm glad you're okay now."

"Thank you, bud."

Eddie hesitates for a moment before he throws caution to the wind and leans down, pressing his lips to Buck's hair and lingering there for a few seconds, just breathing him in. "Hey, Buck?"

"Yeah?" Cautious, hopeful, afraid.

"I'm glad you picked us."

Buck looks up at him, and Eddie tries not to let all the love and fondness he feels for him show, and most likely fails.

Buck smiles, bright and beautiful. "I am, too."

[tansyuduri]

Wip Snippits

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So Uh I'm somhow working on a few fics. SOO UM editing one, and writing two others due partly to a prompt I got in my inbox after asking a question So er! Here's a bit from the sequel to the one I'm posting on A03 now Found a bit that doesn't have too much in the way of spoilers! So from Let Our Souls Fight Together

“I hope I make the right choices…'' Merlin began “Goddess I hope I’m wise enough to make the right choices and it's not like last time. I will make the right choices. I won’t let it be like last time”

From his position a few yards away Arthur took a step forward and then found himself Instantly just a step away from Merlins side. 

As Merlin looked at him wide eyed Arthur realized that Merlin would never make the right choices, He wasn’t capable of that. Hadn’t he proved that before from all he had told Arthur.. His choices had meant Arthur died And Gwaine, and others. And he had to protect himself and his knights this time. He had to…

“Arthur..” Merlin watched him warily and Arthur’s mind rebelled. Had he just been thinking he had to kill Merlin? the man he loved?…That didn’t make sense… Hurting Merlin made no sense, but he had to do it. For the sake of the knights, For the sake of Merlin himself. Merlin would not be able to suffer if he was dead, it was really the best thing to do for him as well.

Merlin dead…His entire being rebelled against the idea. It was unthinkable. It was horrible. He would not let that happen. But what if he had too? All the people of Albion were in danger now, and it was Merlin that could harm them. 

“You want to hurt them.” His voice sounded uncertain to his own ears.

“Arthur.” Merlin took a step forward “Arthur..” His hands were held up appeasingly” You’re being controlled by the Sidhe. They are in your mind… Arthur, listen to me!”

That didn’t make sense, the sidhe were not in his mind, he would have known, This was Merlin lying to Arthur, as he had so many times before, He couldn’t be trusted, Arthur had to do something his mind screamed was unthinkable. He had to kill Merlin before more of his words could try to twist at Arthur. He didn’t want to kill Merlin. But he had too. His hand moved toward the blade at his side.

Merlin stepped forward and caressed Arthur’s cheek with his hand. “I need you to trust me Arthur , whatever you are thinking right now is not real. You’re my dollopheaded prat of a fiance and I’m apparently your idiot. I do not agree with that title for me by the way, Now fight whatever is in your mind right now cabbage head. Fight it!” 

For the first time Arthur became aware of the presence in his head, it had been ready for begging, for pleading, for many things. It had not been ready for insults and the depths of meaning and love behind them. Now aware of it, Arthur thrust it away as hard as he could. He staggered slightly

Merlin moved to brace him. “They are not red anymore. You did it.” He looked proud of Arthur but there were other things to address besides how that look made him feel. Important things to address.

“MERLIN you idiot! why didn’t you use magic!” Arthur snapped  “I nearly had my hand on on my sword!” 

Now from the two I am just now writing one is in Gwens court post Camlann cannon verse. As you can expect NOBODY is having a good time in the begining of the fic. POV character will include Merlin, Gwen, and two suprises. One of whom we know from one episode of the show. This work is as of yet untitled.

Guinevere Pendragon woke up to crimson stained sheets and could not letting out an angished scream. The queen and ruler of camelot immediately pressed a clean part of the sheets to her mouth to stifle the sound coming from it,

There it was crushing the hopes and dreams she had been desperately clinging to. She was not pregnant with Arthur’s child. What's more she would have to marry again. Gwen was not ready to marry again. 

The queen of camelot took deep breaths to calm herself. In out. In out. She had been hoping, but perhaps it had been silly to hope. She had not gotten pregnant with a child in four years of marriage. Why would that suddenly change now? Still it would have been a comfort to find herself finally pregnant and when her courses did not come exactly on time she had allowed herself to think it. For two wonderful days she had allowed herself to daydream. Hope mingling with grief so raw it felt like there was a knife in her chest. That was over now, And she had to face the facts. Arthur was gone, She had no child to remember him by and soon enough she would have to marry and have a child who could be heir to the kingdom. She owed it to Camelot to secure the succession. She owed it to Arthur to try to keep the kingdom at peace. And it hurt. It hurt so badly.

Another deep breath and she composed herself enough to face her maidservant Once she had hoped she could find someone like Merlin had been to Arthur, well not exactly like Merlin had been to Arthur but a friend. She had tried with Sefa, she had tried with others. It never worked. Also I had a prompt about doing an AU of Servant of two masters where merlin does not get captured. I have some ideas! here is a bit of it?

Being carried caused pain. Trying to move himself caused worse pain. But as a pair of the mercenaries came into view, one aiming an arrow at Arthur's back from the rocks above, Merlin ingored that pain. He gasped in agony and used alll his willpower to ajust his body. To cover their likely target: Arthur. The world faded in and out of focus.

The Arrow pierced Merlin's back halfway though his gasped warning to Arthur. Pain. So much pain. Merlin's world became more of a haze. He could feel Arthur moving… fighting off the enemy but knew another arrow would be coming. In his last moment of lucidity he managed to make the archer fall from the rocks above with his magic. He could do nothing else. The world became a haze and stayed that way

Um! I TAG! @catsconflictscopicsandchamomile @saurix5 @247merthur @kadenemrys @poisonedfate

AND anyone in the merlin fandom who sees this and wants to join

[spicywhumper]

@febuwhump 2024: day 11. found footage + whump bingo: forced to watch

series: untitled team/wing whump | rating: mature | word count: 1,196

cw: torture, mentioned non-con, non-graphic burns and mentioned amputation

Sebastian hates that they found the tapes, ebastian hates that he has to watch them.

he hates that the person trying to protect the younger, fresher agents is young herself. Cornnell was barely twenty-five when she was sent to this mission, barely older than the younger cadets and good ten years younger than the older soldiers.

he wants to throw up, but it's his job to know what's in them and report it.

the youngest girl of the group's so small, so tiny, she doesn't look old enough to even be accepted into the training program. she whimpers, trembling on her spot in the middle of the room. she doesn't belong here (none of them belong here).

she's curled up on the floor, cold and small, naked like all the other captives. the man looks even larger in comparison, his boot could crush her skull without a change to not.

(it might be worse that the reason they recruit young WInged is because they need the "Birds", the Winged ones that stayed tiny, that are compact balls of muscles.)8 of muscles.)

the whip on his hand uncurls, it's a small one, but with how fragile the Winged girl is, with how her wings are curled around her to try and protect her even if just a little bit, the damage will make her pass out in less than three hits.

he raises his hand, body poised to put max strength behind his motion.

there's one Winged that is almost too large to be one of them, she doesn't look to be the same species. tall and broad even for human average, a giant in comparson to every other Bird. but she's fast like them, even when dehydrated hungry and also injured. Connell jumps between them, covering the young girl easily, wings around them.

(he almost forgot how vibrantly blue they were).

she doesn't make a sound when the whip hits her. the man growls and hits again, again, again and again. feathers fly, bloodied, lashes are a sick red against the blue. most of the hits hit her wings, come the skin of her back and shoulders.

and none hit the girl curled up under her.

Sebastian takes a deep breath, at least the tapes are cut, they aren't longer than fifteen minutes, many as short as five. it takes his training to not give up after the first, but he can't. he writes down what he just watched and moves to the next. the tapes only have the length in their labels and nothing else.

the three small birds still alive are in a small pile for warmth, therir breaths visible in the air. the room seemed to have been cleaned recently. what's seen of their wings is painful. cuts, bruises, lost feathers, the boy will never fy again, there's a change the girls will.

(it's false hope).

Cornnell looks worse and better than them. her wings batteres and half-naked, but she streatches them as she stretches her body. or as much as she can, the room is not large enough.

(he forgot how large thy were, majestic even.

dangerous and sharp.)

when the man enters, it's clear what he's going to do.

he's not even in position before Cornnell is between him and the pile of little birds. her wings covers them easly, tucked in a way that looks like she's trying to cover them as much as she can. and of course she is. with a man carying a god-forsaken flamethwoerd.

there's nothing much to actually see once the fire starts, it's white in its hotness. it roars, but not louder than the screams.

the little Birds scream in fear, Cornnell in pain. she's more tolerant than them, more resistent, she's less flammable. but she's still a thing that can burn.

Sebastian throws up in the nearest trash can, it burns his throat. he saw the aftermath, when they bought Cornnell back. what was left of her wings... no feathers anymore, skin and muscles had been melted in a mix of vilently ed and sickening black. she couldn't move them, feel them, but could feel the pain close to where they sprouted from her back.

they cut them off, as close to her back as they could... they cut them off and it didn't look like she ever had them. the only evidence of her origings was the small horns on her head, easily hidden by hair. (she chose to use the spell, keep her hair in the standard buzzcut).

Sebastiasn reaches back and touches his own wing. a more common shade of abeige, almost white. the normal colors of Winged that didn't have special, neat talents. nowehere close vibrant blue of the "eels", the eletric birds.

(he knows Connell still has the powers, she just doesn't use them.)

he washes his mouth, he knew what happened to her wings, it doesn't make him any less nauseus as he watches the cruelty commited to his fellow Winged.

the boy is small under the man.... hurting him.

he holds him down with a hand larger than his head. it's hard to know if it's worse because the Bird's naked and his abuser isn't. the four other Birds are on a corner, guns pointing at them to make sure they're watching.

three man hold Cornnell, she doesn't stop struggling against them. she doesn't stop screaming insults and threats. the man on her right threats back, says she's the next to be on the ground, and that she looks strong enough to take all of them.

she spits on him face, he breaks her nose.

at least, it's short, the bulky man doesn't have much stamina.. the men leave them alone, a small blessing. the four birds don't move from their corner, the door isn't even closed when Cornnell sprints to the side of the bleeding boy. her hands hover, but she doesn't touch. he turns his head towards her, a few seconds pass.

"N-ness-" he chokes. she only nods.

with what seems to be all the strength that is left on him, the boy throws himself at her. arma around her waist, face on her neck. she easily adjusts to be sitting, on her lap, he looks even smaller than with the man violating him. but with the way he curls on her and the way she holds him, it's like he's making himself small enough that she can protect him.

she starts to mumble on his hair, eyes closed and tears on her cheek as she says comforting words that won't change anything.

because the men are cowards, there's more pleasure in harming the little ones this way then the one that could actual fight.

Sebatian wonders if it's creepy, and sick to be more heartbroken by the aftermath than by the act. he blinks, wants, again, to throw up. watched a boy as small as a 10 year-old child being brutally raped and teared up because someone was comforting him.

and he's not stupid, he read the medical reports, he knows what they did to Connell. he knows that at some point, she became "weak enough" to be usable.

Sebastian really, really hates his job.

[millylouedward]

it's weekly writing update time :)

current project: sci-fi novel (untitled) hours spent writing: 6 hours word count: 5,698 page count: 18

thoughts so far: I know what direction I want chapter 2 to go in and I have it all planned out. But I'm struggling to get out of my character's head and take in the surrounding area, i.e. describe the setting. Part of this is because my mc has had a lot of shit go wrong in her life, she hates the government and hates people and just wants to be left alone to deal with her disabilities in peace, so when she's in a big space full of people, she doesn't even want to acknowledge her surroundings. She sees a big crowd of people and pushes past, only looking at her destination up ahead. But she's fascinated with nature and the world she lives in (terraformed planet) and is eager to admire the universe and the magic of science. So I'm currently a third of the way through the second chapter and I'd like to focus the rest of it on taking in her surrounding more, forcing her to see and witness and show me how it feels to accept she's "not in Kansas anymore". I often give my characters the reins and let them show me what they want their story to be but I think with this mc I will have to push her out of her comfort zone even more.

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#5

[Blueycapsules]

Dave Miller x reader

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i got this idea from a small one-shot with Ayano Aishi written by Ck_TvN on Wattpad :D

since our boi Dave is on my mind constantly, i decided to give it a shot and write a small x (gender neutral) reader fanfic with him because yes :D

not to mention, there is almost nothing for/with him out there :(

with Blueycapsules version of Dave/William, i mean

my first time writing something like this, so it might be total shit, but it doesn't matter :D

also, Dave might be a bit ooc since i haven't done anything like this before, so yeah

there is a first time for everything, so here we go-

[tw: small mention of alcohol (wine) | possible typos and/or other small mistakes | also, it's first-person point of view, so no pronouns are used for the reader - idk, though i should mention it | nothing else, only crack | fluff | one-shot]

[word count: 1,050 words | 5,274 characters]

[first published: 14.02.2022]

[slightly edited: 16.02.2022]

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chatter filled the small hotel room, muffling the small TV in front of us. sitting on a pretty comfy, brownish couch, a bottle of wine and two glasses on the table in front of it, me and Dave talk about everything and anything that comes to our minds as we wait for Phil and Jeremy to come back with the-

honestly, i don't even remember what they said they were going after. oh well-

we've grown pretty close to each other in the short period of time we have worked together - it's like we know each other for years. still, as we talk and talk, the time passes, and the conversation starts to die out, we both focused on whatever is playing on the TV; some sort of drama involving a woman and a vampire.

i mostly stare at the screen, lost in thought, not paying attention to what's happening between the two anymore.

bringing the glass to my mouth, i take a small sip of wine. 'it's kinda sweet' i think, then take another sip.

Dave looks towards me

"so... yer single?" he asked out of nowhere, with a playful tone and a small glint of what seemed to be hope in his icy blue eyes - his usual shit-eating grin getting even wider as i choked on my drink. 'why was he asking that out of the sudden?' i thought to myself.

facing away from me, he takes a sip from his drink, eyeing me from the side while waiting for my answer, grin still on.

trying to re-composture myself, i clear my throat a bit, a small grin of my own starts tugging at the corners of my lips

"as a matter of fact, i am not."

i answer with such fake confidence that i am a little surprised he didn't seem to notice it. that, or he decided to play along with my silly game.

"who might the fella be?" he asked, moving his gaze away from me towards the TV, its lights dancing over his features.

my eyes focus on the half-empty glass in my hand as i say quietly "oh... no one, really..." looking over at him, i see his eyes still glued to the TV screen, head resting on his hand, no trace of the previous grin left on it.

"..."

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for my very cool and awesome mutuals

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#3

i mean-

yESS!!! gimmie!!! >:D

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My #1 post of 2022

sillies look-

found a silly picrew :D

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[keithandfriends29]

Indie Cross Pilot episode

"the episode starts with a title card that shows Cuphead, Sans, Bendy, and Keith chasing a goose and the title "untitled goose chase" Keith wakes up next to Girlfriend and gets up from bed, he brushes his teeth, makes himself a cup of coffee and goes to sit down at the table, that's when a dark demon with an inky body approaches him from behind, Keith doesn't know about the creature behind him or does he? the demon is about to strike when... Keith: good morning bendy Ink demon: DAMN IT! transform into cartoon bendy Bendy: i still don't know how you know i'm behind you Keith: 2 words: ink sounds Bendy: oh... Cuphead: yawns morning dudes Keith: hey Cuphead teasing tone Guess who's turn to mow the lawn this time Cuphead: yeah yeah i'll get started he goes outside and gets the lawn mower and gets started while whistling Snake eyes, that's when he hears a goose go honk. he looks at the goose oh hey there little dude what's up Goose: points at a broken fence with its beak Cuphead: oh what the- Ugh, i got this thanks for the callout buddy he takes out a hammer and nails to try and fix the fence, that's when the goose takes off his shoe and runs off HEY GET BACK HERE Goose: gets on top of the lawnmower and starts it up, causing it to mow off the lawn and into the street Cuphead: watches in shock as the goose drives away on a lawnmower WHAT THE FU- scene cuts to Keith, Sans, and Bendy watching a movie that's when Cuphead barges in with a fucking terrified face Cuphead: GUYS WE'VE BEEN ROBBED FOR OUR LAWNMOWER Bendy: WHAT!? Keith: By who? Cuphead: a goose Keith and bendy look at him with disbelief Keith: really? Bendy: and just when i thought you couldn't get anymore stupider Sans: i guess you can say that's a rather Goose-ly situation BA DU TISH *the other three look at Sans in unamusement* Cuphead: guys just come check it out *scene cuts to outside where cuphead is showing the guys the tiretracks* Cuphead: i think if we follow these tiretracks we can find them Keith: alright then after one montage of them following tiretracks, they found a hiding place for geese and stolen belongings Keith: so these guys are robbers huh? Cuphead: see i told you Keith: well we can't just barge in there, maybe we can lure them out? Cuphead: but how they look at sans Sans: annoyed tone oh come on you guys scene cuts to sans wearing a blueberry costume Sans: sarcastic tone oh hey little geese look at me i'm a tasty blueberry. catch me if you can he walks away from the geese that start following him, he eventually leads them into a net snare, but the geese dodge it and starts chasing him uh guys that didn't work starts running COULD USE HELP HERE!!! *He tries to use his power but can't because of his stupid costume, that's when the ink demon comes out of nowhere and puts them in a cage* Ink demon: Ha got them Sans: oh thanks bendy, that could have been a "Berry" bad time BA DU TISH Ink demon: unamused i hate you so much the geese were then sold to a butcher shop and everyone got their stuff back Keith: welp morning has been wild Sans: don't you mean Wild goose chase BA DU TISH Cuphead: please no more, that's your third one today, wait does anyone else hear honking? the gang looks outside the window to see like 5000 geese ready for vengeance Keith: i think we're safe in here *nervous tone* right? the geese bust down the door All four of them: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA they were eventually forced to be geese and join the others, they were all eating berries one goose offers a berry to keith Keith: oh thank you gets punched in arm by another goose OW i mean HONK Cuphead: honk honk honk honk credits pop up with the unused and Unnamed Cuphead Song playing

[yesokayiknow]

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favourite authors!

@taardisblue tagged me thanks babe xoxo these are all wips bc why not lmao & im not tagging anyone bc im tired & scared ✌ (also i think my favourite one is the schitt’s creek one ngl)

1. untitled wandavision post canon scarletvision & wanda/agatha poly negotiations :) (document title: gay witch time)

‘So,’ Agatha says, not looking away from the television screen, ‘you two aren’t really married, right?’

2. untitled schitt’s creek post canon stevie/alexis

"David," Alexis hisses, "why the fuck does Stevie still think she's straight?"

3. untitled beetlejuice the musical post canon beej & delia

“Hey,” Beej says, trying and failing to sound casual, as though he didn’t just spend ten straight minutes awkwardly pacing by the kitchen door before entering.

4. untitled wandavision au darcy & wanda

‘Okay so, I only took like, half a semester of psychology,’ Darcy says, ‘but I’m like, a bajillion percent sure that you need therapy.’

5. untitled arrow s6 au siren pov where everyone defects from ota to the bby team (doc title: ehhhhh ill give this an actual title later but you already know what this is bitch)

“We would’ve helped sooner if we’d known,” Drake says.

6. untitled firebringer reincarnation au (doc title: IDK MAYBE THIS HAS CHAPTERS WHO KNOWS)

“Y’know,” Schwoopsie says, as Zazz jabs the doorbell for the fifth time, “we should’ve just, just called ahead.”

7. untitled original work (fake marriage fantasy story!!)

It’s a wet Tuesday morning, and your father is dead.

8. untitled dw (doc title: s10 family and make up)

“What,” Missy says, “is that.”

9. original work (title: Ostriches Have Twice as Many Knees as Us and That's Where We Went Wrong)

‘Don't stand like that,’ she says, ‘it makes you look like you're giving a TED talk.’

10. untitled dw timeless children au (doc title: OKAY MARTHA & SPYDOC LETS G O)

"What did you do to her?"

11. untitled ocean’s 8 queerplatonic heist wives (doc title: god why dont they just kill me)

It didn’t take Lou long to realise that Debbie Ocean isn’t wired in the same way that most people are, that she isn’t motivated by love or sex or money.

12. untitled dc’s titans dick/kory/dawn/hank/donna

“You know,” Kory says, one day, apropos of nothing, “on my planet, children are raised communally.”

13. untitled killing eve s2 au (doc title: i hate u maddington)

it hurts, but it’s the wrong kind of hurt.

14. untitled unreal post canon

“so, now what?”

15. untitled the good place zombie apocalypse au

“I dunno, dude,” she says, in a rare quiet moment.

16. untitled star trek discovery michael/tilly mutually oblivious pining ;-;

“We need to discuss your daughter and her intentions,” Georgiou says, and Stamets chokes on his cereal.

17. untitled arrow au (doc title: winter soldier!laurel except its the league not hydra thank fuck no nazis in this)

This time, you have two full days of memory.

18. untitled dw s9 au clara/missy

“This,” Clara says, for the fifth time, “is not a date.”

19. untitled dw clara/12 the sad existential wingfic au (doc title: wf)

You can fix this, you say, and even though your expression is carefully neutral, and your voice is calm and steady, your feathers shudder in your anxiety.

20. untitled original work (this is my creative writing bachelor’s project aka the thing i need to write instead of writing fic haha oh no)

There’s a monster in the woods behind your house.

[reallybadblackoutpoems]

alien depths snippet (2021)  - goldpilot22

"Char had a fuCked up Childhood"

"damn"

submitted by @goldpilot22

[adriensaltprompts]

Submitted prompt (untitled 4)

Telling Chat Noir to stop doesn't work. Telling Alya not to ship them on the Ladyblog doesn't work. No matter what she says as Ladybug or Marinette, no one ever listens, no one cares, no stops Chat Noir or Chloe or Lila or even just takes her words into account.

Marinette is stressed, she's having panic attacks, she's so tired of trying to solve absolutely every problem, and she's grown to dread seeing Chat Noir when they have to fight an akuma.

One day, she wakes up and finds she's unable to speak. Her mind just won't allow it, it's some kind of selective mutism, and while a few people at school notice, Adrien isn't one of them. Chat Noir, however, notices that Ladybug has given up on speaking to him entirely. She can still force herself to speak to use her powers, but she's not even looking at him anymore when he flirts with her, gets too close for comfort, etc. She starts running away from him entirely once battles are done and Paris, well, Paris starts noticing.

Specifically some reporter other than Alya, (who isn't even an actual reporter, she's just a kid who runs a blog) someone who doesn't ship Ladynoir, sits down and compiles evidence of all the sexual harassment, reckless endangerment, refusal to take no for an answer and constant commentary Chat Noir has been pummeling Ladybug with. Then they upload video of him yelling at her that he has a right to talk to her. What the reporter puts together is a 40 minute YouTube mini-documentary on how Chat Noir is to blame for Ladybug's mental health struggles and how he doesn't care about what his "partner" wants.

Meanwhile, despite those ongoing mental health struggles, Ladybug still keeps showing up to fight akumas, keeps doing patrol and keeps helping people. And so public opinion swings evermore in her favor, because she's so responsible and kind and loving she'll do the right thing even when she's clearly hurting, and the public starts to hate Chat Noir. He has caused her so much hurt and he goofs off when people's lives are on the line.

Predictably, he decides to quit in order to try to guilt-trip her into speaking to him again. Instead, she takes the Black Cat Miraculous and finds someone else to give it to. Who? Doesn't matter. So long as it's not him, that's relief enough.

And maybe Adrien realizes belatedly that Marinette crying tears of relief to Alya the next day looks a lot like Ladybug crying tears of frustration, maybe it hits him that they've both been mute lately, but by then, it's too late. He can't salvage this situation.

Why should she listen to anything he has to say, when he never listened to her?

[railingsofsorrow]

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( fyi: "old!" means it's an old work and my writing has improved since then. )

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‣ SPENCER REID

DRABBLES

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BLURBS

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sleep talking │based on the prompt “do you love cats more than me?” F (old!)

love is a two-way street │based on the prompt “you're there for me. and, I'm there for you.” (old!) A,TW!,F,♡ dissociation │based on the prompt “have you ever looked in the mirror and not recognize what you were seeing?” A,TW!,♡ (old!)

extraordinary │the one where there's a wedding, two terrible dancers, and two fools head over heels in love on the dance floor. F, ♡ (old!)

love language │in which there were three things about him that made her fall in love. F, A , ♡ (old!) ⟿ wonderland of you │in which there three things that made him realised he was head over heels for her. ﹃ sequel to love language but it can be read as a standalone. F, A , ♡ (old!) new words │baby reid is excited to learn new words. F, ♡ (old!) falling asleep on you │spencer and reader are oblivious sleepy babies. F, ♡

(not so) stupid things │meet cute F, ♡, A (if you squint)

open the door | spencer visits you after three days of radio silence. and he will stand by your door until you open it. A, ♡, TW!

✍ different ways of saying I love you │in which there are many ways that someone can say I love you, but he doesn't notice any of them. A, F, ♡

do you need me? │ based on the prompt "don't come over, I can handle it." A, F, ♡

what if I read to you? | “You're not a very good liar, sweetheart.” “I'm fine.” A, F, ♡ don't walk out | “we can fight and we can be mad but we can't leave.” A, F, ♡

we'll be alright | you have something to tell your boyfriend but you don't know how. A, F, ♡

✍ what's wrong? │the one where you need some grounding after a hard day. A, F, ♡

✍ untitled | when you're drunk, your ability to hold your tongue is compromised. F, ♡

ONE-SHOTS

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late arrivals and alpacas sweaters │reader and spencer have an argument and give each other the silent treatment. until a certain elevator ride. A,F, ♡ (old!) two minutes │it takes less than two minutes to lose someone you love, specially when they are the ones putting themselves in danger. A,♡ (old!) ruptures of a high end │based on the prompt “if tomorrow didn't come, what would you do today?” A, ☂ ⟿ a mending fate │reader avoids spencer like the plague and he just can't take it anymore. A, ♡ ﹃ sequel to ruptures of a high end. we sort of complete each other │reader has an anxiety attack and spencer helps her through it. A, F, TW!, ♡ still friends │why did spencer agree to that stupid break-up? A, ☂

⟿ dance with me | who would have thought that a glass of water could make you sway in your feet in more ways than one? ﹃ part of the “still friends” short series. can be read as a standalone. A, open ending

recharging. . . │all spencer needs is his little family to feel better. A, F, TW!, ♡

late night talking | your body language was too familiar for him to erase. and he wouldn't be able to do it if he tried. based on the prompts “have you ever been scared of the future?” “multiple times.” “what made you move on?” “I haven't.” ﹃ part of “the harry styles anthology” A, F, TW!, open ending!

“you're mad.” | in which a phone call ruined your day... or not. A, TW!,♡

you are in love | ﹃ inspired by you are in love (taylor's version) F, ♡

✍ one call away | your healing told through phone calls. or... in which you take a leave from work for indefinite time to pull yourself together and your best friend is always just one call away. A, F, ♡, TW!

5 hours apart | “I miss you. I miss you so much it hurts.” “I don't want you to miss me. It's tearing me apart.” F, A, ♡

✍ death and all of its friends | you have an important witness admitted to Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital, but things get out of hand in the middle of your questioning. the unsub is on the loose and your team is still on their way. it's the worst that could happen, right? except that you end up stuck in an elevator with your ex. and that is worse. A, TW!, ♡ ( slight crossover between GA and CM ) 

MULTICHAPTER FICS

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Ⅰ. mess is mine │garcia meets her soulmate; spencer is In Love ™; reader's emotions are all over the place and emily prentiss knows everything. F, A, ¢ Ⅱ. riptide │reader can't stop ignoring the elephant in the room; spencer is too oblivious and penelope garcia is just doing her magic. A, ¢, ☂ ﹃ sequel to mess is mine. A, ¢, ☂ Ⅲ. winds of change │they make a decision. F, A, TW!,♡ ﹃ sequel to riptide. F, A, TW!,♡ countdown │the team is on countdown to find you, but it feels like you're out of their radar. A, TW!, ♡ Ⅰ. purple scarf │your secret relationship is not so secret anymore. F, ♡, ¢ , ♟ Ⅱ. green-eyed monster │ in which you can't stand a new agent and spencer is too oblivious. F, ♡, ¢ , ♟ ﹃ sequel to purple scarf Ⅰ. film festival │“I'm going to a Korean film festival in Georgetown.” F, ♡ Ⅱ. new traditions │F, ♡ , ♟ ﹃ sequel to “film festival”

SERIES

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✍ NUMINOUS: Darkness had a flattering way of luring people. In a dance, she is the one who leads. Holding you close to giving you a lustful kiss. Delilah has always found comfort in the night. The absence of light wasn't necessarily horrible, it brought her comfort. However, the moment her dark eyes meet honey brown ones, she figures sunny days might not be so bad, after all. [s.r × o.c] A,F,TW!

SUN-BLEACHED PAPER PETALS: When Iris Valencia sent a letter to a certain Doctor Reid about one of his articles, she didn't expect to receive an answer. At all. But she did get one. And they've been corresponding back and forth ever since — in the old-fashioned way. Until a threatening situation forces them to meet face to face. [s.r × o.c] A,F,TW!

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‣ JENNIFER JAREAU

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heavenly agreements │ the team decides to go out to have fun and things escalate between two agents. F, ♡ , ¢ lover │based on the prompt “we've known each other for so long. I can't imagine my life without you anymore.” A, F, ♡

ONE-SHOTS

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somewhere underlined │slightly emily x reader, based on the prompt “i think I'm in love with her.” A, F, ♡

✍ untitled | in which reader watches her coworkers fall in love and maybe acts like a cupid along the way. (jemily)

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‣ EMILY PRENTISS

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i can see it | you and your girlfriend make plans about the future. F, ♡

old habits | you and emily talk. you reveal something you shouldn't have. (exes to lovers trope) A, ☂

⟿ you're worth fighting for | sequel to old habits; emily reveals something she should've had revealed a long time ago. A, ☂ (exes to lovers trope)

⟿ stupid heart | part 3 of old habits; you and emily decided on staying friends... could you really do it? F, ♡ (exes to lovers trope)

✍ untitled | in which a police officer makes an inappropriate comment about you and emily just about loses her cool over it. A, F, ♡

✍ untitled | “character A shutting up character B with a kiss.” A, F, ♡

✍ untitled | you receive a surprise visitor on quantico while you're on a boring paperwork day. F, ♡

ONE-SHOTS

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right where you left me │how do you stop mourning someone that came back to life? A, ☂ ﹃ part of “the taylor swift anthology” dreadful hearts │emily risks her life (again) and some of your fears come to the surface. A, F, ♡ dress │ you're dressed in red, her favorite color. and emily has a hard time wrapping her mind around that or around the fact that she wants to kiss you senseless tonight. ¢, F, ♡﹃ part of “the taylor swift anthology” we should kiss, like real people do │ in which there was only one bed. . . ¢, F, ♡

✍ untitled | in which reader watches her coworkers fall in love and maybe plays cupid along the way. (jemily) the prophecy | emily forgets what it feels like to be alive until some people help her remember it. A, ♟,♡ ﹃ part of “the taylor swift anthology”

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‣ DEREK MORGAN

BLURBS

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[still to come]

ONE-SHOTS

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skeletons in the closet│a copycat killer is out in the city and the BAU needs your help to uncover the case. you just have one condition: to see derek morgan A, ♟, TW!, bittersweet ending.

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‣ PENELOPE GARCIA

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[still to come]

ONE-SHOTS

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[still to come]

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‣ AARON HOTCHNER

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[still to come]

ONE-SHOTS

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[still to come]

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‣ THE TEAM

BLURBS

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[still to come]

ONE-SHOTS

happier than ever │the bau is required on alaska for a case and reader has to confront some ghosts from her past. A,TW!,♡ (platonic) ⟿ six feet under │F, slight A ﹃ sequel to happier than ever (platonic)

support system │ inspired by that one hotch and emily's scene: “I want you to make a deal with me. you're gonna go weeks, months even, feeling fine. then, you're gonna have a bad day. just let me know when you do.”  A, TW!,♡ (platonic)

colorless mountains │during a case in New York, you come in contact with an unsub whose backstory hits too close to home. A, TW! ♡, ♟ (platonic)

✍ untitled | in which reader watches her coworkers fall in love and maybe acts like a cupid along the way. (jemily)

SERIES

✍ NUMINOUS: Darkness had a flattering way of luring people. In a dance, she is the one who leads. Holding you close to give you a lustful kiss. Delilah has always found comfort in the night. The absence of light wasn't necessary horrible, it brought her comfort. However, the moment her dark eyes meet honey brown ones, she figures sunny days might not be so bad, after all. [s.r × o.c] A,F,TW!

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