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bloomingdog · 3 months

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Price with an ADHD reader

So self indulgent!

John Price who feels self-conscious thinking you like Soap more because of your similar personalities.

Soap and you are a tumultuous pair, feeding off each other’s energy, you’re good friends, you hang out together just the two of you. He’s not jealous, especially not of Johnny, but he does feel a pang of self-consciousness at times, feels bad about not being able to keep up with you sometimes, about not being enough. He wouldn’t share those thoughts with you, more of an inside thing, he feels silly. Of course those doubts melt away as soon as you’re telling him about how your day went, about how much you missed him, about what reminded you of him. All the possible doubts he had leaving as he gets showered with kisses.

John Price who just stands and watches when you get the zoomies.

A sudden burst of energy has you walking up and down the house following John around, jumping from topic to topic to the latest song lyrics or idle dance move stuck in your head. He watches in amusement and tries to engage in your jumping conversation.

John Price who falls asleep during your late night yapping and still responds with nonsense answers while asleep.

“-And yeah apparently emus can’t walk backwards, don’t you think that's weird? How can an animal just not do that?” Your before-bed rant has been going on for longer than usual, inspired by a Wikipedia rabbit hole that still lingers in your phone’s history.

“Does Laswell know?” He mumbles.

“About emus?”

John Price who’s reluctant to lay on top of you if you ask.

“Please, please, please it’ll feel good!”

“Love, I’d crush you.” He had gotten you a weighted blanket for this exact reason. “Ain’t the blanket enough?”

“No! Because the blanket’s cold and you’re so much better better!” He’s reluctant, your puppy eyes are working overtime getting him to agree, which he does, of course.

John Price who just sighs and plays along when you ask him to wrestle you.

In your defense, it' was's a good way to get rid of extra energy or help while understimulated. He’s currently got you in the loosest headlock he can manage while you kick and thrash.

“Are you tired yet?” No answer comes, just more kicking that makes him release you.

As you try to attack him again, John effortlessly picks you up and throws you on the bed, which earns him a fit of giggles followed by an attempt to tackle him that ends you back in bed.

John Price who comforts you if you ever think you’re too much for him.

Big tears are coming down your eyes and wetting your face, you couldn’t pinpoint where all these feelings came from. You’ve got your face against his chest, voice shaking as you explain how you feel.

“I’m just a lot, you know? And I need you all the time and you like being alone and i want to give you space and I try, but I’m too much and-”

“Okay love, c’mon, none of that.” He cut you off after probably the thirtieth ‘and’. “We need what we need, and we work ‘round that all the time, don’t we? You’re not too much, you’re good just the way you are.”

John Price who lets you use him as a human fidget.

You’ve been waiting in this queue for no more than 5 minutes and it’s still getting you impatient, he notices, of course. The rapid looking-around, your foot tapping are all tell-tale signs of it. He extends his hand to you, which you take, and begin fidgeting with his digit and gloves, it keeps you well occupied, concentrated in the repetitive moments as time passes.

John Price who <3

#i caved and wrote for him and ill write for my babygirl soap in due time as well.....#john price #john price x reader #john price x you #john price x y/n #cod x reader #cod mw2 fanfic

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eywathemother · 1 year

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Fish Lips Chapter 8

Ship: Aonung x Kiri's twin sister!Reader

Warnings: Language, bullying, gore, fighting, talk of war, injury and blood, slow burn, enemies to lovers (not really a warning just some people don't like that trope), death of (a) character(s), not proofread

Words: 2,817

Keys: (y/n) = your name,,(y/i/n) = your Ikran's name,, Neural Queue= the braid extension of a Na'vi's nervous system that allows them to link up to animals and Ewya,,(y/II/n) = your ilu's name,, Veysom = Spicy meat (lmfao),, (y/n/n) = your nickname),, Bold is English,, Italic is sign language,,Bold italics is when you're communicating with Kiri,,

Chapters; Introduction || Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 || Part 8 || Part 9 || Part 10 ||

Spoilers for Avatar: The Way of Water A whole ass lot.

I'm sorry this is so late, I was planning on posting it way earlier in the week but I kept deleting the chapter cuz I hated it.

You yawned, bored out of your mind. You told Aonung you needed to resurface for air, but really just to take a breather from Aonung's constant teasing. Your ears flicked uncomfortably as you tried to get water out of them. You haven't even reached the hunting area yet, Aonung was taking his slow ass time getting you both there.

Aonung popped up next to you, wearing a big grin." Forest girl get enough air, yet?" He teased, cocking his head a bit and watching your face scrunch in annoyance. " I'm trying to get water out of my ear." You mumbled, flicking and rubbing your ear to try and get the water out.

You tilted your head a bit, feeling some of the water leave your ear." Tilit your head more." He pushed his hand against your head, pushing it down a bit more. You swatted his hand away and he rolled his eyes.

You did as he told you though and flicked your ear while shaking your head a bit. Finally, your hearing came back, and you smiled, less annoyed. You felt a hand wrap around your tail, and you turned around sharply. Aonung had your tail in his hand, inspecting it.

" What do you even use these tails for?" He asked and you grabbed your tail away from him and held it to your chest." It's to help balance and grip and stuff." You grumbled, pulling your tail back behind you." Kind of like how you guys use your slappers to help guide your swimming." You poked his cheek, this time he swatted your hand away.

" Slappers??" He questioned; an amused smile grew on his face." One of your friends used it to slap my brother in the face." You chuckled, honestly that fight was quite humorous to you now." You probably missed it since you were too busy getting your ass beat."

You laughed at him, and he pushed you off your ilu. You could hear his laughter from below the water. Breaching the surface you splashed water at him, hitting his face." Jackass." You hissed, hopping back on your ilu.

" Are we gonna get going or just continue to sit here?" You asked, readjusting your position a bit." Someone's in a hurry. Do you not enjoy my company?" He stuck his bottom lip out, pretending to be upset. " No, I do not." You spoke with a blank stare, obviously joking. At least to you, but Aonung seemed to take this seriously. He looked a bit hurt and you laughed at him.

" I'm just joking you big baby." You poked your elbow at him, and he looked at you annoyed." Besides, isn't that your dream? To be free of the duty to watch the Sully kids?" You teased him with a grin. He scoffed." Yeah, well it's too late for that..now I'm stuck with you guys." He chaffed, then he gestured outward towards the waters." Ready?"

Soon you were headed off again, followed by more of Aonung's silent teasing. The spot wasn't far from where you took a small breather break, but it was far enough from shore that your Marui wasn't in view anymore.

When you came back up for air you stopped next to Aonung." We won't be going outside the reef, right?" You side-eyed him." I don't want you abandoning me." You sent him a teasing look, but your voice had a hint of seriousness to it.

" I would never do that." He started; he flicked your shoulder." I don't want to get in trouble again because of a Sully." You smirked." Oh, it'll happen again as long as you hang around Lo'ak."

" We're here." He stated, ignoring your comment about your littlest brother. He motioned for you to follow him as he got off his ilu and dived into the water. You followed, as fast you could. Of course, you were a bit slower than him, but you still managed to be that fastest out of your siblings.

He didn't seem as annoyed to wait a bit by the coral below as you swam to catch up to him. 'You okay on air?' He signed and you rolled your eyes.' Yes, we haven't even been down here long.' He gave you a look, annoyance on his face.' You're the one who is always going up forest girl.'

You wanted to smack him hard, he was starting to piss you off. You both turned to the fish that were swimming unknowingly near you both. You hid a bit more behind Aonung, scared you would scare off the fish. Your skin was a much more prominent blue, and you took that into consideration when hunting. So, you often placed yourself in a very well-hidden spot or behind the Metkayinan you were hunting with.

Aonung seemed annoyed by this and grabbed you by the arm, pulling you closer.' How are you supposed to hunt hiding like that.' He moved a bit to place you in front, gesturing you to go first. You squinted at him, still not fully trusting him because of what Lo'ak told you.

' Why don't you go first.' You signed to him, nudging him to move in front of you.' I'm not going to leave you.' he aggressively signed back, and you raised your brows at him, not fully believing him. Of course, it was a bit hypocritical considering you took him out here to ditch him.

'Besides, I know you want to ditch me. That's why you're upfront right now.' He smirked, you just blinked at him.' If you do and come back without me, you'll be in serious trouble you know.'

You knew that, in fact you weren't really afraid of that. You thought a bit more, if you wanted to deal with the consequences and soon shrugged.' I'm practically always in trouble anyways.' You turned back to the fish, ears up and focusing on the fish.

You shot a fish, swimming over and taking it in your hands. You sent a small thank you in your head and pulled the arrow out of it. You planned on catching at least three. You had a new plan, a plan to make the Omaticayan infamous spicy bowl. Your favorite dish and the spiciest recipe of your clan.

You would gift it to Aonung and watch him eat it. Knowing him he wouldn't stop eating it as long as you kept teasing him and calling him a baby. A way to get back at him in some way for his bullying but to also avoid trouble.

You'd have to make due with the ingredients, as some of what you need isn't in the area. You were decent in cooking, your mother always demanding you help her cook, so you were at least ninety percent positive of your skills to replace some of the ingredients.

After a bit of hunting, you resurfaced with Aonung, you moved some of the hair out of your face as you hopped onto your ilu's back." That was decent." You broke the silence, and he hummed in agreement.

He was relatively quiet your way back as well, and you wondered what he was thinking.

Your plan to ditch him was long forgotten, if you were being honest, you were never going to actually leave him by himself. You liked his company more than you would care to admit and you actually enjoyed some of his teasing.

Your sister Kiri knew this, both of you knew everything about each other. You didn't have to verbally speak to each other about it either, you guys were just always able to know what the other was going to say. Not mind reading, it was just something that only you and Kiri had, like a connection to each other.

So, you couldn't hide that from her, but nobody else knew because you were stubborn and refused to admit any positive feelings for Aonung.

When you got back after the long and silent-a bit awkward- ride back, you ran to your mother." Mama, I got some fish. Can we make Veysom?" You squatted next to her after your father took the fish to look at them. You managed to catch five fish, a little more than you originally planned but you figured you'd make a separate one for Rotxo, Tsireya, and Aonung.

" Of course, ma (y/n), as long as you find substitutes and seasoning for it." She smiled at you, shooing you away." You are all wet, go dry off and get me the ingredients. We will clean and prepare the fish, take Tuk and Kiri with you."

You had seen Kiri and Tuk on the way to your Marui playing in the shallow water, so you knew where to find them. Veysom required a bit more work, all the bones of the animal must be removed. It was only fair that if they cleaned to meat of the fish you would get the ingredients.

You zigzagged past people in the walkway towards the stairs to the sandy beach. Jogging to your sisters you placed a hand on Tuk's head.

" What's up!" You smiled down at the youngest Sully and she gave you a bright smile in return." (y/n/n), we're trying to build a sandcastle!" She waved towards the pile of sand, that was more like a deformed square than a castle." I..see, well it's very lovely." You gave your best supportive smile and two thumbs up.

Tuk frowned." I know it's shit, you can say it." You grinned and Kiri's eyes went wide." Tuktirey!" She scolded and Tuk ears went back a bit." Oops." You just laughed, earning a smack on the leg from your twin.

" Oh, (y/n) you're back!" You turned your head to see Tsireya running towards you, and you waved at her." Hey, I was just about to leave with my sister to get ingredients for dinner. Want to join?" You asked her as she stopped next to you with her kind smile." Okay!"

" What are we having?" Kiri answered, standing up from her spot and placing herself next to you." Veysom!" You smiled mischievously and she squinted her eyes at you." Oo, yay!" Tuk cheered and grabbed your hand." Okay, let's go!"

Tuk pulled you and began walking, she didn't know where she was going but you tugged her hand a bit to guide her." What is Veysom?" Tsireya asked, Kiri and her falling behind you.

" It's usually a spicy meat dish made from Sturmbeest or Hexapede." Kiri said to her, and you turned around walking backwards while facing them." We're gonna use fish this time."

For the rest of the way it was small talk, Tuk talking the most about her findings and Tsireya answering her questions about the plants she had found.

While walking back Tuk and Tsireya fell a bit behind, and Kiri leaned a bit closer to whisper to you." You're really petty sometimes you know." She side-eyed you as you shrugged, readjusted the ingredients in your hands." Maybe you're just too nice." She rolled her eyes.' Aonung apologized' You rolled your eyes in response.' It was a lame apology.'

" Whatever." She grumbled. You and Kiri might be twins, but your relationship was much like an aunt begrudgingly watching their annoying niece. She thought of you as too reckless and to you she was too cautious. You were close with her, she was like the other part of your soul, but your personalities constantly clashed with each other.

Once you reached the stairs to the clusters of Marui's Tsireya left towards her house." I think this will be able to replace-" Your left foot got caught in-between the holes of the ropes that made up the walkway. You instinctively put your hands out to brace your fall, dropping the ingredients in your hand into the water.

" Goddammit!" You scowled at the water below you." Are you okay?" Kiri asked and Tuk came over to help you up with her free hand." It's okay, we can just go back and get some more!" Tuk smiled at you, and you shook your head.

" I'll go, you go take what you have to mother." You gave a small smile, trying not to aim your annoyance at Tuk." Be careful." Kiri gave a small wave behind her head as her and Tuk walked back to your families Marui.

You huffed annoyed, cursing at the stupid flooring." Fucking rope." You mumbled to yourself as you adjusted your arm cuff." That was quite the show." Aonung's voice rung out into the relatively quiet area. You jumped a bit, before turning around and glaring at the boy." You scared the shit out of me!" You hissed and he only laughed. Turning your back to him you began to descend the stairs you had just come up from.

" Where are you going?" He asked, following you closely behind." To get the ingredients I dropped in the water." You answered, rubbing your toes in the sand." What are you making?" He asked, standing closer to you than you would've liked.

" Veysom, you want to try?" You gave him a sly smile, which he happily returned." I'd love to. What's this ingredient you're looking for?" He questioned.

" Spartan leaves and Hermit bud seeds. As well as this purple small seed that Tsireya calls I'Puwi." Aonung's ears perked up." I love I'Puwi." You cocked your head a bit at his response." Okay then, you can help me gather."

" Fine bossy." He grumbled under his breath, and you whipped your head towards him. You pinched his shoulder, but not hard enough to hurt him." Watch your mouth, fish lips." You scowled at him, and he rolled his eyes.

Once you had gathered what you needed again, you made your way back to your Marui. Aonung followed, watching in amusement as you took cautious steps over the holes in the walkway. You heard him laugh at you and your ears heated in embarrassment." What are you laughing at!" You snapped at him, and he raised his hands in the air.

" You." He snickered, and you stopped, turning around to look at him." Go home." You furrowed your eyebrows and he shrugged." Nah, I'm good." You scoffed, turning back to the front and stomping towards your home.

When you got there Aonung handed you the I'Puwi seeds and went over to Neteyam who was helping your father finish deboning the fish meat.

" (y/n), come help." Neytiri grabbed your arm, breaking your stare at Aonung." What needs to be done?" You squatted next to your mother and set the ingredients in your hands next to the others. " You make the sauce." She demanded and you held in the urge to scoff.

When it was finally finished it was time for dinner, you grabbed the food and left with your siblings to the campfire. You placed yourself next to Neteyam, Tsireya, Rotxo, and Aonung came into view." So, where's this Veysom?" Aonung asked, squatting next to you. Tsireya placed herself next to Kiri and she handed her a plate. Rotxo sat next to Aonung, who took a piece off your plate.

You watch him eat it, he seemed to be enjoying it until he started coughing after he finished swallowing it."...wow, spicy." He commented and Rotxo laughed at him, you pushed your plate towards Rotxo." Try?" You grinned at him, and he took a decent chunk of the sauce covered fish and placed it into his mouth.

He blinked a bit, clearing his throat a bit." Oh yeah, good and spicy." He agreed with Aonung who took a bit more off your plate. It was a good thing you grabbed extra because they were just diving right into it.

You took some Bladder Polyps on the side and dipped it in the sauce around the fish." Can't handle a bit of spice?" Lo'ak teased as he and Neteyam snickered to each other. Tsireya took a smaller taste from the plate Kiri had given her and shook her head." Oh, no thank you." She coughed and Kiri patted her back.

Aonung and Rotxo seemed to be struggling but they continued to eat the fish off your plate as you ate the Bladder Polyps on the side. You handed one to Aonung who took it and ate it. His eyes watering but he continued to eat it." This is really good..just spicy." He sniffed and you handed him the plate, you motioned for Kiri to hand you the other plate and you began to eat that one.

The rest of the night you sat next to Aonung, even after your siblings had left and continued to talk until Ronal called for Aonung. "Goodnight, (y/n)." He gave a small smile and wave." Goodnight." You responded, using the sweetest tone you had ever used towards Aonung. You got up, cleaning your area before heading off to bed.

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angbangweek · 3 months

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We are happy to announce the dates for this year's Angbang week:

May 6th - May 12th

Welcome one and all to the third annual Angbang appreciation event! Whether you're a previous participant, new to either tumblr or this pairing, or simply an event enjoyer who views and shares the new content, thank you for stopping by and taking a look! This year we have chosen to begin on a Monday with new dates rather than midweek, so the date of the event itself is a little later than in previous years, but everything else stays the same. (Prompts and additional explanation/info below the cut)

We would like to greet all new and returning participants and Angbang enjoyers alike to this year's week-long chaos couple event. Feel free to save the date or even spread this around if you're interested. As usual, any and all participation is welcome! We will be accepting any and all original creations for the upcoming event - visual, written or auditory, which is including but not limited to Fanfiction, Poetry, art both traditional and digital, playlists or other musical creations, moodboards, and anything else you may come up with. So long as they're new, or as of yet unpublished, created by you and feature Angbang, we want to see them and feature them! Unless it's an entire temple. Mairon has tried it several times before, and... well, we would prefer to remain undrowned if possible.

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*We are aware of the nature of the first prompt. Due to this, we do ask that in addition to all relevant tags, you add the correct tag of either "scars" or "injuries" to your work on day 1 should you choose to post it, especially the latter, so that people could filter it out. We will likewise add relevant tags to works featuring these prompts so that anyone may filter it out if they so wish. *As you've noticed, this year's final "free" prompt is a bit more restrictive, and would encourage using one of the prompts from previous years, found here and here. One of them is free space, but we do encourage using one of the non-day-7 ones if you can.

Like in the previous years, we encourage you to pick whichever prompt you like better of the two offered that day (you can also wait for another day if you don't like either prompt, or combine the two if you prefer, or even make content for both prompts if you're really looking for a challenge / prefer not sleeping during the month of May, whatever you like). Once you've picked a prompt and made content for it, use the current year's Angbang Week tag, which is either #AngbangWeek2024 or #Angbang Week 2024, or tag this blog directly when posting your prompt for us to reblog it. Try not to post it before the event starts (you can queue up specific posts for specific days to help with that), do not worry about being late, and most importantly, enjoy! No need to stress yourself out over silly ship stuff.

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luminoushane · 10 months

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I just saw your "Amity raised by Lilith AU" and now I really want to know more.

What's going on with the other Blights, if Lilith had to take Amity where are the twins?

What was Amity's life in the castle like? Did Lilith send her to Hexside and if so is she still friends with Willow?

What's Amity's relationship with Raine and Darius (and by extension Lilith's) like?

How about other people in the EC like Steve? Does Amity know Hunter and share Lilith's animosity with him and view him as a rival (queue "rival jealousy" from Luz) or are they friends?

Does Belos take advantage if Amity's presence in the castle to manipulate Lilith?

How does parenthood change Lilith and her view of Hunter?

Not a question but I also have this image if a tiny (4 or 5 yr old Amity) in a baby carrier thing on Lilith's chest when she goes to arrest Eda, and then Eda turning around to reveal King in a similar baby carrier on her chest. (Queue Spider-Man pointing name and mutual aunt realizations)

Haha, I get asked these a lot too, and I had a few tweets explaining is messily, but let's get this organized in the much better site, shall we?

• Amity was taken shortly after her birth. Prior to her arrival, Alador had already gotten sick of Odalia's mistreatment of him and in extension, the twins. He takes Amity away, pays a few healers to keep it a secret, and (with much hesitation) calls up Darius. He practically begs him to take Amity away from them, and even though Darius CLEARLY still doesn't like Alador, he just has a soft spot for kids. He takes Amity and Odalia is under the impression that Amity had died.

Now, remember, with this in mind, Odalia and the twins DON'T know her existence. If you ask me WHY Lilith ended up with Amity instead of with Darius, I'd tell you that Darius let her watch over her and she came back with adoption papers bc god forbid she has impulse control.

The twins are not aware of Amity's existence (at least until later) and neither is Odalia, but not for long. Alador is still trying to figure out how he can get himself and his two other children out without Odalia realizing. Lilith tries to keep it a secret. Amity's aware she's adopted though lol.

• Amity was practically raised in the castle. She learned to walk there 😭 Imagine a little Amity taking her first steps and the coven guards just cooing over her in the hallway. Like that. When she got older, she was allowed to go back to Darius' house alone (Lilith does not have a house and Darius is kind of like a guardian to her too, so...)

She personally prefers to stay in the castle though.

And no, Amity doesn't go to Hexside.

She's in St. Epiderm! You have to understand, Odalia's part of the Student Creature Association in Hexside, and Lilith CANNOT risk having her find out about Amity. Raine had her enrolled in their old school so she doesn't accidentally come across Odalia. Willow DOES know about her, but thinks she's some spoiled girl who gets a bit too competitive. (They become friends later on!)

• Raine and Darius are her secondary guardians! Kind of like how Uncles and Aunties work. Darius doesn't hold any bitterness towards her for being Alador's child. If anything, it's making him want to rebel more because Amity and Hunter, who are just two children, are being forced into the castle by circumstances they can't control. He can't wait to take them both back home and give them a better life than what the castle has to offer.

He sees Amity as his little sunshine, though you couldn't pay him to admit that to ANYONE. That's his baby, he raised her too ❤️.

Raine was a bit late addition to the parent trio. Though they didn't hesitate to help out if needed. They usually were the one to watch over a hyperactive 4 year old Amity and an equally active 6 year old Hunter during their time as an apprentice to the Bard Covenhead. Amity also talked to Raine about Luz, who she was "feeling funny about" (she is falling so hard) and Raine was watching in amusement.

And y'know. Lilith is her mom. Lilith doesn't get much free time, but she's dedicated it to taking care of Amity as much as she can. Amity is her heart, she could absolutely not take the idea that she could get hurt. She's trying to give her all the attention and love she wished she had gotten from Gwendolyn.

• HUNTER HATRED?? NOOO...!

Do not even suggest such a thing!

But in all seriousness, she grew up with him! Of course she doesn't hate him!

They see each other as siblings, though none of them have admitted it out loud. Hunter gets a bit sad when he sees Amity with Emira and Edric ("Her real family") and Amity was quick to get that thought off. He was her family too. The two of them are fairly close, both having grown up in the castle. On occasion, Amity sneaks him some snacks and books and stuff he can do on his free time whenever her was on shifts.

They had a MAJOR fallout by the end of season 1 (which I will not disclose yet), so you can imagine how absolutely rage-fueled their duel in Eclipse Lake was in this AU.

• And YES, HE DOES. Belos is a manipulative asshole we all know that. In addition, he does NOT like Amity. He took one look at her, with her brown hair, pointy ears and golden eyes and was reminded of a certain witch 400 years ago. It doesn't help that she likes to hang around with Hunter, either. Belos being haunted by the past because of two gay kids in his castle is so funny to me actually. He constantly holds Amity safety over Lilith's head because he knows how desperate she is to keep her daughter safe.

• And finally. Hunter and Lilith's relationship is much complicated in this AU. She realizes he's just as much of a child as Amity is. She doesn't really have this "animosity" towards him, especially since she takes care of him like Darius does (in secret).

So anyways! Don't be afraid to ask more, I like getting questions! And yes, Lilith does, in fact, bring baby Amity along when she goes on missions to capture Eda. Amity likes her Auntie Eda, goes over to the Owl House and plays with King if she can. Eda doesn't really mind her randomly popping up in her house lol.

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dietmountaindewbae · 1 year

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hiii, can you write something about alex with jealous, pls

xi. one for the road

alex turner x reader

requested by anonymous

word count: 3501

summary: A spark of jealousy made the fire rise up between you and (late 2011) Alex, and it's your duty to make him remember you're irreplaceable, will he fall into your trap?

warnings: degradati!on, h!ckeys, bru!ses.,

music recommendations: good morning beautiful by deftones

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Waking up dizzy, with a killer headache that felt like a knife was pushed into your head, while a bumpy road was ahead, this hungover probably was in your top 5 worse hangovers in the world, a frown was tattooed on your brows.

You woke up on the couch like almost every day after a massive gig, but this time you were covered in a leather jacket, you smiled at the thought, and there was Pete, head on the couch, sleeping awkwardly next to you, he was just waking up just like you.

"Good morning beautiful" He had a deep raspy voice, you giggled and tried to fix your hair.

"Hello" You giggled, "God... what the fuck happened yesterday?"

"The same, we got shitfaced together but I do remember quite clearly that you begged me to stay with you" You gasped, and immediately sat straight, he had a smirk on his lips.

"Mmm I don't think so, I think that's your dirty little fantasy about me, Pete" He rolled his eyes at you, he was about to open his mouth to talk back at you, "Don't deny it" He sneaked up on you, tickling your sides, falling into the couch.

Alex came back from his bunk, all dressed up in his blue jeans, and white shirt uniform, "Good, you two are up" He took a sip of his black coffee, "I'll grab that" He said, grabbing the black leather jacket you had slept with the other night, you thought it was Pete's but you remembered he wore a denim jacket last night, so... how did you end up with Alex's jacket if Pete was up next to you? Then you realized he was up way before you, Pete stood up and he was wearing sweatpants, if he had crashed with you, he would probably be wearing the same clothes as yesterday, Jesus you needed a cold shower, an aspirin, and a coffee.

The cold water on your face made you see clearly, you just remembered waking Pete up, and you were angry about something, you didn't remember what exactly but Pete was comforting you, yes you had been friends with him but things got a little flirty between you two, of course, with a little bit of booze the tongue loosens up, you shared a few drinks with him until you crashed in the couch again, you had a bed but you found the couch so comfortable that night, you stayed there until 4 with Pete, maybe this whole waking up with Pete next to you wouldn't have happened if only Alex hadn't sneaked out that girl a couple of nights ago, jealousy made you act this way, is not like you were in love, but he made you want him so bad that it made you so angry thinking about him sleeping with someone that wasn't you, he came to you with his little broken heart and puppy brown eyes, and now you were the one who looked like that.

Around 5 you were in the arena, arriving for the soundcheck, and after that, you stayed in your hotel room trying to remember everything but nothing yet, so you gave up and tried to forget about it by taking a walk around the city with your girls, you didn't tell them what happened though, you found it useless, there was no way in them being helpful if you had amnesia from yesterday. The clock was ticking, you arrived at the concert, and there was Pete backstage waiting for their queue smoking a Marlboro red.

"Hey... I brought you a beer" You said to Pete, resting your back against the wall, "As an apology for yesterday, waking you up in the middle of the night"

"Nah, you can wake me up as many times you'd like" You both chuckled, "Besides, you seemed like you wanted to talk with someone, so... I'm always here, as a friend... or whatever you want" And that's when another memory flashed back, you were about to fuck him, and that word you used, "No hard feelings, no strings attached" What the fuck was going on in your head?

"Oh," You blushed, "Maybe we can see what happens later," You said to him just to not talk about that subject anymore, and he scoffed.

"You don't remember anything about yesterday, right?" You were honest and said no with your head, "This is what happened yesterday" He grabbed you by the waist, crashing his mouth on yours, and for some reason, even if his mouth tasted heavenly, and his kissing was amazing, it still didn't feel right, because he was out there.

Alex watched you from the other side of the stage, he watched you laughing, blushing, and kissing Pete, he watched everything, and he just wanted to crash his knuckles against his jaw, he had the nerve to kiss you out of all of the girls he could have, the anger took over him, he wanted to smash his guitar on his head, even worse, he thought that you liked his kissing, because of the way you let your body relax underneath his, and your soft lips opened to let his tongue slip inside you, he held you so closely, not wanting to let go of you, and there was Alex who thought he was the only one who could make you feel alive.

Pete kissed you once more before he went to the stage, the crowd yelled euphoric, while your heart felt like it was about to burst out of your chest, you trapped a cigarette between your lips but your black lighter wouldn't turn on, "Use mine" A deep voice said, of course, it was Alex, he lighted up your cigarette, trapping you against the wall, "So Pete and you, huh?"

"I could say the same about you and her" You nudged your head signing at the girl you didn't even bother remembering her name, she was too busy taking pictures with everyone at the gig, you didn't know her but she seemed like the type of girl you didn't want to be around anyways, "Don't even ask another question," You said, pushing him away, "Do whatever you want Alex, I don't care what you do, fuck with her, fuck with any girl you want but don't come back to me like a dog" You answered him back, "Besides... you and I can both agree on that... what can she do that I can't do better? Tell me..."

"I don't think so" He answered with a smirk, but you knew his body just as well as you knew the way his mind worked, he wasn't fooling you, he stunk of cigarettes, whiskey, and his poisonous cologne, and it was obvious he couldn't make things work with her, of course, there would be a time where he could find someone else, and you didn't really mind that, but all of those nights he said he was yours, no one else could set him up on fire quite as you do, had him running around trying to trap you in between his hands, "What do you even care about? I know you're jealous" He smirked, that evil smirk he gave you really made you laugh.

"Oh, you're stupid if you think she could be something I could be jealous of, I thought you out of all people would know that fact better than the rest," You even felt a little bad for him, "You poor thing, I bet she can't even get your dick to be as hard like I can, not even take you as good, that's why you're all so frustrated, so unattended, 'cause she's not me, never forget about that" You inched closer, he sighed wanting to kiss your mouth so heavily, you grabbed the bulge on his jeans, "Good luck getting rid of that" He was as stiff as a rock, and he was starving for more.

He rushed to his car pulling the hairs off his head, closing his eyes and picturing you as his hand slowly descended to his jeans, that was the first thing that came into his mind when he was this frustrated, your mouth, your kisses, your soft pleads against his ear, he yearned to be inside you, and all because he found the wrong girl attractive, he didn't know why did he even think someone like Pete could replace him, why did he get so possessive over you? He couldn't concentrate as much, he was confused, angry but most of all in great need of you, he closed his eyes once more, he began to move his hand inside his tight black jeans, he remembered a day when you walked around only in a mini skirt and you silver bathing suit, he exhaled deeply, his hand gripping his dick tightly, adding more pressure to his head, you walked around free, even when you bend down to pick up something he couldn't help himself and he looked underneath so shameless, he wanted a taste of what was underneath that skirt, and soon enough he did, he fucked you on his motorcycle that day, so roughly you were crying, whining, your legs couldn't stop shaking, your tits were hanging out of that tiny bathing suit, you pussy was so wet, got so tight around him, and he remembered watching how he drove his dick in and out of you, your hard nipples, and your damp hair, his hand speeds up the movements, his skin filling with goosebumps, he could almost vividly feel you kissing him, he just wanted another taste, another bite of your bottom lip, to take him so well, his hand squeezed his cock just like you did until finally he came all over his stomach saying your name out loud, "Fuck-" He cursed under his breath, he had to clean up before he went up, and most importantly deal with you after the gig.

He went to the stage, trying not to mess up his solos, as he tried not only to focus on the lyrics but you, most importantly. You were talking with Pete along with a beer, sitting on his lap while he had his arm around your hips, hand on your thigh, your dress hitching up your thighs allowing him to see a small fraction of your panties, what had him on the edge were you, you did this on purpose to pull the strings of his hair, to get him to feel the same way you did, maybe it was just a dark and moody game you had going on with him but it was exciting, and Peter and that girl were just pawns in it, he was so gentle with you, caressing your legs up and down so gently, but truly he couldn't get on Alex's level.

"You look so beautiful sweetheart," He played with the straps of your silver dress, leaving a kiss on your shoulder, his fingers climbing up your leg gently, the look in your eyes sending him spiraling down, letting his body take control over him, it said to come, try, give a taste, taste me, those greedy eyes enchanted him, he kissed your lips so softly, but then when you returned the kiss he took advantage to pull you closer to him, deepening the kiss, he was so needy for it, too needy, that's what turned you off, you liked that Alex wanted you but he could breathe without you, and you were scared Pete wouldn't take things just like Alex, he would never replace Alex, you were more sure of that with every kiss you gave him, you wished it was Alex's lips, they tasted like heaven.

It was around 11 when the gig finished, you were walking down the halls trying to find Katie until an arm pulled you in, and his strong hands pushed your back against the door shutting it close, your heart was beating out of your chest, "You keep doing that, see how that turns out for you, but you know that even if he fucks you, you're still gonna think about me, I can see it in your eyes because you kissed him just like you kiss me, but you know is only me who can make you get wet with only whispering your name, you know he's no better than me, so why even bother?"

"You were so busy with her, so I got busy too, don't take it personal Alex," You gave him a smirk, but it only got him more annoyed, he put his hand around your neck, chocking you lightly but enough to make you stay in place, "Or do, do whatever you want, I already told you"

"How personal did you get with him?"

"Do you wanna know?" You gave him that look he always struggled to find the answer, it was playful, innocent, so confusing, he didn't know what to think, it could mean anything.

"Tell me, do I wanna know?" You just giggled at him, he was begging you to know, but at the same time, he knew at least nothing had happened with Pete last night when he woke up in the early morning, that night he didn't sleep as much when he heard you complaining with Pete, he saw you sleeping with your arms and legs closed, Pete didn't even bother to cover you up but Alex did, "I know you don't want him as much as you want me, come on, I know you want it so why don't you quit that attitude" You stared at his eyes, he knew you wouldn't drop it.

"Make me" He unbuckled his thick cowboy leather belt, unzipped his jeans, took his cock, and dug his fingers into your skin ripping apart your fishnets pushing your panties to the side sliding his dick inside you, a hollowed moan escaping your lips when he went all the way inside you, he was so hard, so big it felt so delicious inside you that it made you wanna cry out his name.

"I'll make you remember who's the one that can get that face to look like that" His movements speed up, making the straps of your dress fall exposing your tits, you held on to his hips as best as you, you couldn't help yourself anymore, you were gasping for air as he fucked you so hard against the door, your pussy getting wetter with every thrust of his hips, "You're my girl, he would never make you feel like this, don't be stupid, you know the right choice to make"

"And what's that?"

"Stop fucking around with him, and I'll keep making you cum as good as today and every day" That sounded so appealing, but you were trying out new buttons, and it was time to press the red one.

"And what if I don't?" He took his cock away, leaving you empty, and trembling.

"You know what happens, you're never satisfied and eventually you'll get down on your knees," He pushed your shoulders down gently you landed on your knees, "Just like that, ask for me to fuck you up real hard and deep, so I'll give you one last chance," He grabbed you by the hair, pushing his thumb inside your mouth, you sucked on it, swirling your tongue gently, he took his thumb away and spat on your mouth, "Don't disappoint me" You took his swollen red cock inside your mouth, he pushed his cock far deeper inside you hitting the back of your throat, you gulped, saliva strings falling from your chin to the floor, your eyes staining with tears, but his look of satisfaction, and his gasping it made you so wet, he drew back, and you allowed yourself to breathe shortly, then you took him back in, stroking his cock up and down as you mainly focused on his head, swirling your tongue around it, feeling precum leak out, but he stood up, crossed arms, waiting for you to take him all in, you would made him want you even more than the other days, you took a deep breath before you took him in once more, swallowing around him, his head hitting the back of your throat, and you kept him hit it until his hand fell on your hair, he thrust his hips back and forward, "Just like fuckin- that doll, it feels so good" You drew back, and what you couldn't fit on your mouth you stroked it, your eyes glistened with tears, "You love chocking on it, don't you? I'll fuck your pussy nice and deep just like you love it, I bet you're so wet by now, you little cunt, I told you you would regret it" He buried his dick inside your throat, and you gagged and gulped but you were persistent with obvious anger on your eyes, "Can't speak with your mouthful, can you? Come on, let's not waste enough time, I'll show you what you're gonna miss if you leave me for that vanilla fucker" He picked you up from the floor, and you wrapped your legs around him as an instinct, he pushed his stiff dick inside you, slipping inside your walls so easily as your body jolts up with every thrust of his hips, you were pressed up against him so tightly it made a few moans escape your mouth, each getting louder until he covered your mouth when he heard someone knock on his door.

"Alex?" It was Jamie, "We're going to the bus, Nick bought a few bottles, wanna come?"

"In a bit, I'll try not to take too long" But even if he wanted, it wasn't the right place at the moment, "Is everyone goin'?"

"Yes, but we're missing someone you know who it is, have you seen her? Pete is looking for her but she's missing" That fucking Pete getting on his way again, he buried his cock inside your pussy covering your mouth as he slightly opened the door.

"I don't know where could she be, have you searched the parking lot? she might be out having a smoke," You breathed heavily, your hand began to rub your clit in desperate circles, he felt your walls getting tighter around him, while you were drooling for him to fuck you harder and faster since there was a whole search team after you already, Alex was begging for Jamie to leave.

"Ok, will do, call me when you finish doin' whatever that you're doin'" He shut the door once Jamie disappeared, you wept when his movements got a lot rougher, sending you flying away, your tits hardening as you felt yourself closer.

"You're a whore, touching yourself while you had my cock inside you, you're so fuckin' dirty, you're a misbehaving little whore, I'll teach ya" His cock was throbbing inside you as he pushed his body up and down, you held onto his strong arm, his hand wrapping around your neck, his death ramps ring felt cold against your flushed flesh, "You want to finish?" You nodded your head you couldn't form a sentence, just moan out the pleasure of his cock inside you, and his thumb going around in circles, as his movements began to get a little more sloppy, "Cum on my cock, make a mess on it, it's all for you, so come on you little whore do what I say" You are in utter shock, the ability he had to keep a steady pace at the same time he rubbed your clit in circles, his lips attached to your neck, sucking and biting on it, "You're body's mine, you're mine, I'll show you" He left another on your right tit as the other one was kneaded roughly with his hand, you followed the movements of his hips, you wanted him buried all the way inside you, you trembled as he pressed down on that button, he thrust back and goes back in, you felt a moan built up on your throat and your release on your stomach, he went back another time, and that's when you finally gave in, coming all over his cock, "That's it doll, make a mess on me cock, I know you love it like that"

"Oh fuck..." You gasped for air, "Alex, that was-"

"You know what to do love, you leave him," You nodded your head obediently, "'Cause I already left her, I think you should do the same," To avoid something growing between you, you came up with a good idea.

"After the tour is over, you can see whoever you want, and we keep being friends, we don't have to make things weird if we don't want to," You smiled at him pecking his lips, "It's my time to go, I had fun Al" You opened the door fixing your dress, "You know where to find me"

"While you're there, will you pour me one for the road?"

A/N

Hope you enjoyed today's new chapter, please if you have more requests please drop them by without any doubt.

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slightlystupidhun · 1 year

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Skating Around Us

Summary: An Asher x Baabe Fic. Asher is a hockey player and Baabe is a figure skater. @itsdaifuku is the reason for this fic!!!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

They walked downstairs spotting Asher in the mess of hockey jocks. They found their way through the crowd, making their way over to him. It was rather crowded for that time of day, but nothing they haven’t dealt with before. When they finally found and opening they quickly moved for it. The change in pressure caused them to stumble forward into something solid.

“Hey! Falling for me already?” He said with a wink and a bright smile. They immediately looked up and met Asher’s gaze. They flushed a bright shade of red before standing up properly and fixing his shirt that they wrinkled.

“Uhm Sorry, I was just trying to find you for…ya know our date.” They gave him a soft smile.

“Woah Watch out guys! Asher’s got a date!! Clear the way!” A thick accent yelled out.

“Shut up Milo!!” Asher yelled turning pink. He reached out for Skates hand and when they finally accepted it, he led them out. Once they got to their car he walked around to the driver side and opened their door for them.

“Well aren’t you a gentleman?” They smiled at him.

“I always strive to be the best.” He chuckled shutting their door and getting in his side before they started the car. On the way he glanced over at them, the white wrap around their wrist catching his eye. “Hey what happened? You didn’t have that this morning?”

They glanced at him following his his gaze to their injured wrist. “I’m fine. Just a little bruised, and maybe tore a muscle. But Dr.Collins said it’ll be fine. Him and uh, I think I heard you call them Tank, well anyways their cute together.”

“Ok one thing at a time.” He laughed. “Do you need ice or anything? I know you said you’re fine but still.”

“Nah it’s ok, it doesn’t even hurt that bad anymore.” They answered.

“Ok, let me know if you need anything. And SECOND Tank and Collins aren’t dating, according to Tank. They said they are ‘just friends’ but no one on the team believes it. Like do you see the way he looks at them. What’s more, how they look at him?” He said eyes lighting up at the gossip.

“Yeah, they were having a couple ‘argument’ when I walked in about bedside manners and common sense. There was like a romantic kind of feel to it you know?” They smiled at him pulling into the parking lot.

“I know!! Ok ok! What is your typical order here?” He asked. They lit up quickly telling him their exact order, their absolute favorite drink, and what they get to eat along with it.

“How about you?” They asked as they got in the queue.

“Well typically I’m more of a pizza and wings kind of guy, but I love a good brown sugar late and a good sandwich.” He said as they got to the front of the line. He motioned for them to go first and whispered in their ear, “Can u order for me? Please?” They looked at him incredulously and laughed before telling the cashier their orders. He reached around from behind them and slipped his card in the reader before they could even reach for their wallet. When they looked back at him he just smiled.

“Alright, that’ll be up in just one moment.” The cashier said.

“Thanks!” They said in tandem. They then found themself a table next to the big window at the back of the shop. Outside you could see a small garden and then the sidewalk and main road. It was a cute view.

“So… You like Star Trek?” He asked then leaning forward on his elbows.

“Yeah… It’s one of my favorite movies!!” They smile at him.

“MINE TOO!” He cheered. “Ok Ok! Who said this line? ‘Insufficient facts always invite danger’” He paused pointing at them.

“Easy Spock!!” They replied crossing their arms over their chest.

“Order for Asher!” The server said.

“Be right back.” He ran off to get the order before returning moments later.

“So how long have you been playing hockey?” Skates asked their date.

“Hmm, as long as I can remember, I started when I was about six, David, our captain, his dad used to coach before he passed away. But he was the reason I got into it, actually he’s the reason most of our team got into it.” He explained.

“Ah I see, So, you’re planning on making this your profession?” They smiled at him, taking a sip from their drink.

“Well yea!! These muscles are made for hockey, what else would I do? A security gig?” He joked with them. “And how about you? How long have you been figure skating?”

“Since I was four. My parents always loved it and they wanted me to love it. I used to want to be a designer but, I ended up coming around to it.” They answered taking a bite of their food.

“Makes sense,” Asher said taking a large bite of food and a chug of his drink. “So are you skating for state championships?” He asked smiling at them.

“Yeah, ‘qualifiers’ are this weekend.” They stabbed at their food.

“You nervous?” He asked leaving them with the option to not answer.

“No, I mean yeah, I’m really nervous, like horrified I’ll blow it, but I believe in myself, so I guess it’s just a little bit.” They smiled up at him bashfully.

“Don’t worry I get it! I get nervous too! Sunday we have a match to determine whether we make it to the state finals, I really don’t want to blow it.” He smiles. “But I know that nerves are a part of it you know?” He then looks at them with a grin that sends shivers of excitement down their spine. “Besides if what I saw yesterday was anything, you’ll do great! I was really blown away.” He said it so sincerely they began to believe it themself.

“Thanks. I appreciate that. And,” they added on quickly, “If what I’ve seen from you is any representation, you are a rock star. Your destined for greatness.” They said making sparkle effects with their fingers. He smiled at them just staring into their eyes. They were so astonishing and their presence was so demanding to him. He couldn’t take his eyes away.

“So,” he cleared this throat changing the conversation. “Who’s your smash main?”

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When they got back to the rink they were greeted by Angel talking to David in front of the big glass lobby doors. They had their hand on his shoulder and a wicked grin on their face. He looked like he was over it but the way he leaned into their touch gave away something more. They ran their fingers through his hair as Asher and Skates walked back over.

“Woah sorry for interrupting.” Asher said, most definitely interrupting them. He had one hand around Skates waist and the other in his pocket. Needless to say, the date went very well. David groaned in response.

“No. You’re not interrupting anything.” He turned his head to Ash, rolling his eyes.

“Oh you ARE most definitely interrupting something, but David and I can catch up… later.” They smiled stepping away from him. The captain rolled his eyes at them. “Hey are you guys coming to watch qualifiers on Saturday?” Angel asked.

“What time? Because we’ve got practice on Saturday from 8-10 am.” Asher looked over at Angel.

“Oh My Skate is at 12:30, and theirs is at 1:30 I believe. Just the short skate for those two time slots.” Angel answered wrapping their arm around David’s. He looked at them and glared at the use of PDA in front of his teammate.

“Ok, well we’ll go to your competition, if you go to our game tomorrow.” Asher compromised looking over at Skates, hand still placed firmly around their waist.

“What time is your game?” Skates asked turning to face him.

“It’s at 9:30am right here.” He gestured to the rink behind them.

“Then it’s a deal!!” Angel piped up kissing David on the cheek before trying to steal Skates from Asher. Asher however had a strong grip on them.

“Can I kiss you goodbye?” He asked looking into their eyes. They smiled at him and nodded.

“Yeah…” with that he kissed them lightly on the cheek. It felt so domestic, normal, and perfect. Plus his lips were so soft, they would pay money to feel that again.

Then Angel whisked them away to the car, separating ways with David and Asher.

That night when the pair got home, they marked in their calendar. 9:30am Dhalia Wolves VS KPD (Keaton Pack of Dhalia).

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i-can-even-burn-salad · 1 year

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Elli's Scribblings

Welcome!

This is my cozy little corner of this hellsite. Make yourself at home, have a look around, ignore the blood, that’s just... uh, anyway. Here you’ll find posts with a focus on writing and fictional suffering, but this is a main blog, so there will be a sprinkle of memes, queer stuff and everything else I feel like putting here.

An overview of my (published) writing is below the cut, more about me and my tags can be found on my about page.

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About Me

Adult, at least on paper.

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I run a queue, but I’m not tagging it. Good luck figuring out my sleep schedule.

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My Stories

📖 General

Despite the focus on horrible things, my endings are too happy for dark fantasy, and despite the focus on relationships, I'm too ace for mainstream romance. This post contains extremely detailed (and extremely spoilery) content warnings for all stories that were posted here. All are set in the same universe, have a happy end, and are listed in chronological order below. My personal preferred reading order for Damien's and Merridy's story is Undeserved > Glass Shards > Nuisance > Fancy Boots.

🌿 Thorns and Jasmine

Synopsis: Healer Caldyn gets kidnapped and tortured by bad guys who want to claim his soul, and with it his unique magic. By the time he is saved, it is almost too late. Length: 150k words / finished Vibes: non-human / captivity, torture and recovery / old and new trauma / mostly whump Links: Masterlist

🌺 Twisted Thorns

Synopsis: Blinded and traumatized, Caldyn leaves his home, hoping the distance will allow him to regain control over his magic. But no matter how far he goes, he cannot outrun his past. Length: 98k / finished (eternally editing) Vibes: blind main char pov / dark magic / humans are the weird ones Links: WIP Intro

🪙 Nuisance

Synopsis: When Merridy is saved by the city’s most infamous criminal, she’s sure her life is over. Meanwhile, Cedric just wants to have his peace back. Set about 5 years before Glass Shards. Length: 48k words / finished Vibes: reluctant caretaker / misunderstandings / gay husbands / found family Links: WIP Intro | Masterlist | Ebook

🍬 Sweet Little Lies

Synopsis: When Laurent hides from the guards in a candy store, he falls in love with the owner. Despite his dislike for candy, he can't stay away. Standalone, set right after Nuisance. Length: 37k words / editing Vibes: blind main char pov / colorful glass jars / bloody handprints / dancing slowly at a grand ball Links: WIP Intro | Ebook

☕ Second Chances

Synopsis: Valadan finds the love of his life, almost gets her killed, and then spends a summer making dick jokes instead of admitting his feelings. Standalone. Length: 46k words / finished Vibes: annoyances to friends to lovers / sword training (flirting) / lots of angst / perfect coffee Links: Masterlist | Ebook

⛓️ Undeserved

Synopsis: Trying to assassinate an ambassador, Damien gets caught and is made to pay for his crimes. The story of how he fucked up his life, told in three different timelines. Length: 47k words / finished Vibes: all hurt no comfort / dungeons ❤ / from bad to worse / shattered glass Links: Masterlist | Ebook

💜 Glass Shards

Synopsis: Merridy saves Damien from certain death. Leaving her life of thievery behind to make sure he recovers might turn out to be the best thing that ever happened to her. Length: 135k + words / finished Vibes: hurt/comfort / please don’t leave / quiet inn rooms / qpr ace love story Links: WIP Intro | Masterlist

👢 Fancy Boots

Synopsis: A familiar face shows up, disturbs Merry’s and Damien’s peaceful life, invites himself to dinner, and refuses to leave. Set about 2-3 years after Glass Shards. Length: 46k words / finished Vibes: enemies to friends, kinda / trauma / found family / homemade food Links: Masterlist | Ebook (part of Undeserved*) *Glass Shards is set in between Undeserved and Fancy Boots, but I decided to release them together due to recurring themes and characters.

🔔 Till Death

Synopsis: When wandering healer Finnian loses a patient, he is attacked and left for dead in the forest. Hermit Eilis finds him and nurses him back to health. Standalone. Length: 110k words / finished Vibes: falling leaves / so much torture / unreliable magic / self-sacrifice Links: WIP Intro | Ebook

🌈 Other Stories

Everything else that doesn’t fit one of the main story arcs, like background stories of side characters. Gwyneth: Hold On | Rescued The story of how Gwyneth met Raindrop The Rose A short fairy tale based on Beauty and the Beast April 1st I'm so sorry if you see what I did here

If you've made it to the end - have a cookie 🍪

#time for a new pinned post #because I 100% trust them to fuck up the old post editor in May (:#masterlist #lets see if I can keep fucking randos out of my “more like this”#Glass Shards #Nuisance #Heal my Wounds #Undeserved #Fancy Boots #Thorns and Jasmine #Second Chances #wip: Till Death #wip: Lies

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bellaswanxoxo · 7 months

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BFishTober - Prompt One: "It's not too late, let's go."

I'm posting this late as hell, but here. Oops.

Banana Fish - Eiji Okumura/Ash Lynx - TW: Blood

It’s 5:30 pm, and Ash isn’t at the airport. Eiji bites his lip and swallows heavily, doing whatever he can to try and bury the emotions rising in him. Some part of him had held out hope, trying to find excuses for why Ash might be late. Sing had texted him some time ago, letting him know that Ash had received the letter, so he knew. Ash really wasn’t coming.

Ibe slides a hand across his back, landing on his shoulder in some semblance of a hug.

“Eiji. We have to go and get checked in.” He has a sympathetic tone to his voice, with an expression to match.

Eiji’s lip starts trembling without his permission, and he masks the tear that slides down his cheek by pretending to scratch his eye. “Right.” He says, despite feeling like his world was crashing and burning around him. He stares into nothingness for a beat.

“Right.” He repeated.

Ibe sighs and squeezes his shoulder before letting go. Wordlessly, he takes a hold of Eiji’s luggage for him. Distantly, he wishes that he hadn't tried to help him. He felt like holding onto his suitcase was one of the only things keeping him grounded.

They start at a slow pace and head for their terminal. His feet are making what is probably an annoying noise as he drags them reluctantly.

Someone brushes against him as they join the queue, and he jolts so abruptly that it takes his breath. He whips his head to the side, hoping and praying that he would be met with a blonde-headed man.

Instead, he is met with a stranger who’s giving him a strange look. Eiji swallows against the lump in his throat and whispers a half-assed apology. The man doesn’t respond, and so he turns to stare at Ibe’s blurry back. He swipes quickly at his eyes.

They're at their terminal, and his heart is starting to pound so hard that he’s genuinely a little unsure if he’s having a heart attack or not.

“Eiji, do you have your ticket ready?” Ibe’s face fades back into focus, and Eiji nods wordlessly.

He reaches into his jacket pocket mindlessly and pulls the slightly crumpled paper out. They’re third in line now.

Shit. What is he doing? Did he really think that this was all going to work?

I mean, cmon. What was he meant to do? Go back to Japan and pretend everything was normal, that Ash never existed? There was nothing waiting for him in Japan. His family, sure, but beyond that there was nothing. He would never be able to forget his time in New York, and with no future waiting for him at home… Pole vaulting wasn’t an option anymore, and he’s not the college-type. His future was here. With Ash.

Ibe is handing his ticket over, and then he’s through. Eiji thinks he might be hyperventilating.

Damnit.

His feet slap against the linoleum tiles, and he’s aware that sprinting away from security right before going through is definitely suspicious as hell, but he has to do this.

He can’t board that plane, he can't go back to Japan. He wonders if Ibe has noticed his escape yet.

At some point he realizes that he doesn’t even have his suitcase, but he doesn’t stop to look for it. In fact, he only stops once he’s outside the airport and hailing a taxi. He’s… not really sure where he’s going.

Ash could quite literally be anywhere. Where does he even start looking?

He starts with the old apartment. A good twenty-minute drive later and he’s paying for the taxi. He thanks every god he can think of that the apartment staff remember his face, but even after being let in it’s no use. Ash wasn’t here with no clue as to where he was.

If he wasn’t at the apartment he was probably out on some job, which meant Eiji would never find him. At this rate he wonders if he should just wait in the apartment and see if he returns.

With no other plan, he takes a seat outside the apartment door and catches his breath for the first time in the past hour. He’s in the middle of counting his own breaths when he remembers he can call Sing. Sing was one of the last people that he knows for sure saw Ash. His phone is in his hand and ringing before he knows it.

“Eiji? The hell are you doing? Ibe is freaking the fuck out looking for you!” Sing manages to get his sentence out before Eiji, and he winces a bit.

“Uhm. Well, it’s a little complicated. Can you tell me where Ash is?”

There’s silence on the other line, and then cursing. Distantly, Eiji is a little impressed with how many curse words Sing strings together.

“Eiji we ain’t doin this again. You got to go back to Japan. Seriously.”

“Sing, if you can’t tell me where he is, tell me, but I’m not going anywhere without Ash. You should know me well enough by now to know I’m serious.” Eiji feels a little guilty for snapping like that, but he has to find him and Sing is only delaying the inevitable.

Honestly, why is anyone surprised it turned out like this? Ash and I are a package deal. Everyone knows that.

A hint of guilt pings in his mind.

I almost left him. I was gonna leave Ash.

Sing let's out a heavy sigh, “Last I saw ‘em he was off of 6th Avenu-”

Oh shit! Of course.

“The library! Of course he went there. Thank you, Sing!”

Eiji hangs up and is stumbling to the elevator before he can even get his phone back in his pocket.

The ride in the taxi felt like it lasted forever, but finally, finally he is getting out in front of the library.

It’s a familiar sight, and he has no doubt in his mind that Ash is in his regular seat.

The library looks the same as it always does, and across the reading room Eiji can already see him. His head is pillowed in his arms, with the sun beaming down to illuminate his blonde hair.

Eiji exhales deeply and makes his way over, and as he approaches he can see his own letter. A flush creeps its way onto his face and he tries to shove away the embarrassment. It’s good that he read the letter at all, he tells himself.

He pulls a chair over and pokes Ash’s cheek roughly. He knows there’s no point going gentle, this man sleeps like the dead.

He doesn’t wake up yet, so he pokes him again.

And again.

He’s shaking him now, roughly jostling him by his shoulder.

“Ash, wake up. It’s me, I… I came back. Did you finish the letter? We have a lot to talk about.”

No response.

Eiji feels something bubbling up in his chest, not quite fear but something close to it.

“Ash? I'm not going back to Japan. What…” Ash’s arms fall away. His shirt is sticky and wet with blood. Fresh.

Eiji sucks in a breath and flounders a bit, his hands starting to shake. He shoves his shoulder much rougher now, trying to get a response.

It doesn’t work, his eyes still shut tight to the world. Hesitantly, so hesitantly, Eiji presses two fingers to the side of Ash’s neck like he’s seen in movies. He holds his breath and presses harder than he may have needed to.

Distantly, faintly, he felt it. A barely there thrumming that rises to meet his fingers. He imagines that it’s reaching out for help, begging him to save him.

He gulps in air, feeling a piece of him come back to life, and reaches down to Ash’s shirt.

He’s not skilled enough to know what kind of wound this is, but it doesn’t take a genius to know that there’s too much blood. He applies pressure and sobs in relief at the slight wince on Ash’s face.

The way his fingers slide across his phone screen as he dials 911 makes him feel sick.

The lady on the other end instructs him on what to do, but all he can hear is the slight breathing coming from Ash’s body. All he can see is the way his eyelashes flutter if he presses too hard. All he can smell is the scent of metal and blood.

Eiji is distantly aware that people are noticing what’s happening around him, but it doesn't matter. Nobody does, except Ash. Ash, whose eyes are fluttering open to groggily stare at him. Eiji cracks a tearful grin at him in response, and rubs a blood-soaked thumb across his pale cheekbone. The paramedics are crowding around them now, trying to pull his hands away from the wound.

“It’s not too late, Ash. Let’s go, yeah?"

#banana fish #eiji okumura #ash lynx #aslan callenreese #bfishtober #fictober23 #whumptober 2023 #BF #fanfic

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zuuriell · 7 months

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i felt like doing something so imma do this for the month! i’ll put all my answers below the cut because it’ll probably get quite long lol

1. Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome (aka POTS)

2. well, it’s pretty complicated 😭 i’ve had some symptoms for probably like a year, but around late april/early may this year i couldn’t even shower or stand up too long from how bad it got. the uk healthcare system is absolute shit though, so even tho i’ve been a&e multiple times and tried to explain how much it’s all been affecting me, i still don’t get to see a cardiologist until february 2024 :( but we’ve ruled out other options of what it could be, and my mum’s cardiologist friend agreed when i said i thought i had POTS, and my GP agrees, and my potsie friends agree so i’m kinda like unofficially diagnosed as of now?

3. relating to the last point, i am not officially diagnosed yet because of the slow asf NHS so yeah :,) but i mean to figure out what i was experiencing was POTS, it did take me like 8 months? but probably around 10 for me to accept the fact that i most likely have it too 😭 an official diagnosis unless i can rack up the money to go private is probably gonna take me like another year at this rate, but hopefully it won’t be that long

4. i have to pick just one? LOL uhh probably the blood pooling! it’s so annoying because especially when im out and about, i can’t be with my legs in the air 24/7 so it’s always bound to happen. compression socks help but only to an extent, and it stops me from doing so muchhhh :( it means that queueing for things and standing for more than a couple minutes is so so much harder, and if i have too much blood pooling in one day then my can legs ache for DAYS after that. it’s so painful and annoying and just aaghhh i hate it

5. on a regular day: i wake up, chug water which i leave by my bed for the mornings, get out of bed slowly and walk downstairs to make breakfast. i chug electrolytes and go for a short dog walk, then come home to do schoolwork and my family make lunch/dinner so i don’t have to stand around too long. i’ll make sure i get any chores done that i can, and i’ll try to chill in the evening

on a bad day/flareup: i wake up a lot later, have my electrolytes with water and only get out of bed when i need to. i’ll do schoolwork from my bed (if i feel well enough to concentrate), and have salty snacks rather than proper meals, unless my family make me anything. i stretch from bed to combat deconditioning, and if i feel decent enough i can have a bath

6. i don’t have access to any specific medication unfortunately, so i currently just manage with painkillers when my chronic pain is extra bitchy + anti-nausea meds when i feel sicky

7. salt sachets (the little ones you get at like mcdonald’s and stuff) to shove in my purse/pocket in case symptoms flare while i’m out, compression garments, electrolyte tablets, and a recliner bed so i can raise my legs more when resting

8. electrolyte drinks!! not the tablets though (i hate the taste of all the tablets except like 1 lol) - my fav is making electrolyte drinks from scratch! at the moment i really love iced lemon water with honey and salt. i also saw smth about this fancy coconut water drink to make so i may try that and it may become my favourite :0

9. salty crackers, salt and vinegar/ready salted crisps, mcdonalds fries (stfu i know these aren’t healthy but they’re my favs 😭), pretzels, nuts

+ my fav foods to dump a bunch of salt on: pasta, veggies and dips (SALTED CUCUMBER IS SO GOOD), pizza, chips, soup, risotto, probs almost anything i eat tbh

10. i’ve only got one pair but i love them so shoutout to my knee-length black compression socks <3

11. i don’t have any 🥲 i really wish i could have a cane or maybe even a rollator but my family make fun of me and i can’t afford one lolsies

12. i try to do some stretching in bed so that i can safely work against deconditioning, keeping very hydrated, trying to stay upstairs as much as possible so i don’t have to suffer my staircase, asking family to make food for me so i can save energy, taking pain meds when needed, having a cold bath (if possible), trying to keep preoccupied with work if i can, but if not i’ll watch movies on my ipad and stuff

fun fact: i wrote this on a flare LOL so oddly fitting and now i’ve already made myself a plan for the next few days!

13. the thing that’s helped me most is accepting that something is wrong and remembering to listen to my body. going through life pretending that i’m perfectly abled and don’t have anything wrong causes much more harm to me than letting myself rest a few days. it definitely isn’t easy though - i still find myself getting stressed over work deadlines don’t get me wrong, but i’d like to think i’m getting better at adapting to things and noticing when a flare is coming on so i can be prepared to take the time for my body to rest.

14. chairs are your best friends now. i steal the chairs/stools from the kitchen table whenever i’m doing chores standing up for more than 30 seconds. compression socks also help! OOH and if you’re using hot water/heated stuff and struggle with temperature dysreg, i usually grab myself a cup of ice to munch on or an icepack to hold on my chest so that i don’t overheat :)

15. i’m afraid i don’t have much input for this as i left school for health reasons 😭 but i suppose keeping hydrated, getting accommodations such as not too many stairs + being allowed to take more days off to rest for flares, compression gear where possible, staying high on sodium + electrolytes, and extended deadlines would be good!

16. i’m gonna sound so silly for this but i love rewatching my comfort stuff. i’ve got my fav youtubers + fav films/series all compiled in a list, and i spin a wheel to decide which one i’m gonna watch! other activities i enjoy though are reading, playing video games, doing goofy quizzes online, chatting with friends, and going on pinterest sprees!

17. leading on from the last prompt, my fav is a marvel movie - tbh all of them bring me so much comfort but my favs are avengers, black widow, loki and any of the thor films <3

18. my main support system is my wonderful boyfriend, kurtis @agere-tomhiddleston-imagines 💚💛 he’s helped me through so much and he’s so supportive of me no matter what, and i love him dearly for that (and how awesome he is in general ofc) <3 other than that, my parents are semi-supportive! they still get things wrong sometimes but overall they’ll help if i need things and they handle all the shitty healthcare workers for me so i truly appreciate them for that 😭🙏 ooh and definitely just the general online community of chronically ill people/potsies!! i love y’all so much 🫶

19. okay i don’t know if this counts because she was an orthodontist rather than a doctor/nurse, but when discussing me getting braces she asked about my medical history and i explained it all but said i haven’t been diagnosed so i understand if she can’t accommodate me. then she said to me, “hun.. just because you don’t have a piece of paper with a few words on it, doesn’t mean you aren’t ill. if you’ve got symptoms but no confirmed cause, you’ve still got the symptoms, and i’m not gonna ignore those unless you want me to” - the validation was so relieving after years of fighting for doctors to listen to me and believe me :,) ❤️

(i’ll update this throughout the month! <3)

#vitassium challenge #potsawareness #chronically ill #dysautonomia #potsie #spoonie #chronic illness #pots syndrome #disabled

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rose-grimm-spirit-does-dumb-shit · 1 month

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https://www.tumblr.com/rose-grimm-spirit-does-dumb-shit/715689037962280960?source=share all of them for alton towers/theme parks in general but I'm especially curious to hear 25

Oh fuck I forgot to respond for almost a year. Warning, a lot of the "god I hate the fandom" moments will mostly be directed at the wider community {e.g. this includes the old toxic nemesis fanboy 40 year old men and such}. The tumblr side of theme parks most of the time have semi-good takes. Anyways uh first on the docket 25: I fucking hate how for some god awful reason there's a consistent hate for the Dockyard Trio at thorpe, I'm talking The Walking Dead: The Ride, Ghost Train, and the late Black Mirror Labyrinth. Like come the fuck on man, give them a chance. They're great, especially if the circumstances align, what you want is a live actor tw day, a dead queue bml run {the high guest throughput is unfortunately what made her seem more shit than she is}, and to just let Ghost Train do her thing as her acting squad are honestly a lovely bunch who wanna give you the best they can.

24: I think right now it's who the world record for fastest accelerration on a rollercoaster is, it rightfully belongs to my bbygirl Stealth of course but if you try to talk about this to Americans, especially Six Flags Americans they will be inherently pissed because it's not Max Force.

23: There is none that I've come around to, but then again there is none I'm inherently against either.

22: The fact that the Marmaliser is it's own sentient being, it's creature but not crreature it's creature inn like how humanns are creature.

21: The 2019 Blair witch scaremaze at Fright Nights, because I'm sorry but it was genuinely dogshit. The finale was a shed that you can't see shit in, and there was supposed to be an actor there.

20: Do I need to bring up Blair Witch 2019, again.

19: I'm a Dead Creek Woods lover, and so many people would shit upon me for that take.

18: LYCANS V AMITY, SO MANY OF YOU ARE SLEEPING ON THAT AND BIRTHDAY BASH TO THE POINT THAT IT'S SAD. THEY'RE AMAZING, SHSUT UP.

17: Can we get Saw/Hyperia actually, they seem incredibly enemies to lovers/besties lesbian. That and general interactions between them in general, like Hyp kept cutting Saw's power over the summer I want people to expand upon that.

16: The idea of Th13teen being a child, like c'mon man just because the adverts had a child and the countdown audio iis a child doesn't mean your oc has to be a child too?

Branch out, be adventureous. Maybe your th13teen is a raceway-membeer who went missing.

15: The Smiler being a silly guy, like silly guy is fun and I admit I commiit to osilly guy too. But the thingi is, Smiler is more than that. Yes Marmal is a silly guy but she alsoo has issues and traumas and witnesses some cracked shit in the moj.

14: See above.

13: S E E A B O V E.

12: Everyone from Thorpe Carnival, especially the Junkyarders. Please they're so cool and fun and the actors who play them are legends, we drew mimes and they thought it was fucking amazing.

If they come back next year, please giive them the world.

11: I have none, tho I did learn that there was a point when we considered General Public as a slur fsr?

10: How whenever you look up Thorpe maps, you wilil be guaranteed to see someone's map mockups where it has planet snoopy and shit like that. The existence of them is annoying bc it clogs up search when you're looking for a specific map only to find 20 fan mockups instead.

9: The Asylum, I am so glad we've moved from that but god... Not the mental institution maze...

8: Holds up the Dockyard Trio, again.

7: I don't think there's anyone.

6: Whenever Stealth or Rita are in a straight ship it fucking irks me out of raw "broooo...", tho I think the only exception is RetrowaveRacer's bc that one doesn't bollock the vibes of Rita.

5: I've only been in 2 ddsicords, both were/are lovely. But I have heard so much bollocks about the others :)

4: Conocerningly, a lot of the time it's either pedophiliia, racisim, or ableism.

3: Gonna name drop this one as ironcially it's someone who was blocked because of the above. ANYONE REMEMBER MTCHIKA'S DOGSHIT THORPE TAKES ABOUT INFERNO "NOT DESERVING TO BE A NEMESIS" AND TWD BEING AND I QUOTE "boring ip boring ride".

2: I don't think about it nor do I have an opinioni on it.

1: Fuckin' Nemesis, entirerly because there are people who forget the fact that she's cannonically a woman.

Happy now?

#ask gamme #god this took ages

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eywathemother · 1 year

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Fish Lips Chapter 9

Ship: Aonung x Kiri's twin sister!Reader

Words: 1,901 (kinda short sorry)

Keys: (y/n) = your name,,(y/i/n) = your Ikran's name,, Neural Queue= the braid extension of a Navi's nervous system that allows them to link up to animals and Eywa,, (y/n/n) = your nickname),, Bold is English,, Italic is sign language,,Bold italics is when you're communicating with Kiri,,

Chapters; Introduction || Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 || Part 8 || Part 9 || Part 10 ||

My taglist is wack ass hell so I won't be doing taglist requests anymore. It takes me about half an hour to update the taglist as well, so it's more time consuming then I originally thought.

Spoilers for Avatar: The Way of Water A whole ass lot.

Special dt: @k1rislov3r

This is mainly a filler chapter so apologies if it's a bit dry, I'm trying to go into as much detail with the reader and her life so that the plot makes more sense. Also, I FINALLY CAUGHT UP TO MY CLASSES SO I CAN FOLLOW MY POSTING SCHEDULE, YAYYYY!!!! Thank you guys for your patience, I really appreciate it.

I did delete the original chapter for this so the sneak peek I posted was for the old chapter, this is the final cut for the chapter so it's completely different than what I posted. The reason why It took so long for me to post today was because I was editing mama Neytiri *smirking intensely*. Also, my brain is still fried, and I start more classes tomorrow so....I'm crying internally.

You hadn't gone to sleep until an hour before sunrise, so you were exhausted to say the least. Jake was okay with you sleeping in some more for rest, but Neytiri countered, you needed to do your chores and you had said the night before you would watch Tuk. Kiri was going to assist Ronal and Neytiri in Tsahik-training and the brothers were joining a hunt with Aonung and Rotxo earlier in the morning.

Neytiri was upset with your reckless decision to stay up so late but she had promised Kiri would be done by lunch so you could take a nap. You had been struggling with nightmares, you had no idea what they meant, and you refused to talk about them. Even Kiri was clueless to your nightmares.

Kiri didn't think you'd hide anything from her, as you both promised to always share everything, and it was very difficult to hide anything from each other. You held your end of the promise... somewhat, you didn't want to worry her or anyone, so you hid it.

You couldn't even turn to Eywa for help, as you couldn't even properly connect to the tree. Mo'at thought it was a sign from Eywa for some greater purpose for you in life, but Norm thought it was something to do with the malfunctioning of your Neural Queue. He explained that the Avatar's body is not as fully functioning as a Na'vi body at times, and you could've unluckily gotten some sort of mutant gene from the human DNA that didn't allow your Neural Queue to work the same as others. It was odd though, you had no issue connecting to animals, just connecting to any trees related to Eywa.

You had tried before, the farthest you had gotten to connecting to Eywa was a white room of sorts. Nothing but you, the brightness of the white around you, and the echos of your voice begging for someone to respond.

That was the day the nightmares had begun, depicting war and violence, filling you with nothing but anger and hatred towards the sky people. On occasions even towards Jake, who you had lashed out at saying to him he was nothing but ' a disgusting alien bringing violence and war wherever he went.' Of course, you apologized and got heavily grounded afterwards, but Neytiri was beginning to worry that the lack of connection you had with Eywa was starting to affect you.

You tried not to let it affect you too much, you tried not to stress over things way beyond your control.

As of now you had your head rested in your hands, sitting crisscross with your elbow resting on your knee. Tuk was playing in the water, looking at surrounding coral and observing the fish.

You tail wagged a bit, moving lazily over the rock you were sitting on. You hear footsteps next to you, several people calling out your name.

" (y/n)!!" Lo'ak was the first to make his way to you, Tuk turning to him with." Hi Lo'ak!" She smiled before a yellow-ish green fish caught her attention; she immediately went back to observing the waters.

" Where's Neteyam?" You asked, your ears perked up at his presence, watching as he plopped himself next to you. He pointed towards the beach." He, Rotxo, and Aonung were right behind me, I don't know where they went though. Don't really care either." He shrugged, placing his feet in the water.

"Oh." You yawned, you were trying your best to stay awake but you knew you'd pass out soon." Hey, do you mind watching Tuk for a little bit?" You asked Lo'ak and he gave you a side eye. He wasn't happy about it but he knew something was bothering you and keeping you up so of course he wasn't going to be apathic towards you and keep you from sleep.

" Yeah sure, be here before dinner though. Mom will be upset if you're not back by then." You nodded and stood up, stretching your body from being in the same position for almost half an hour.

Normally your napping routine included flying (y/i/n) to a random and secluded area and napping together until it was time to head back. That or you let her fly freely through the air as you napped on her back.

This time you wanted to be alone, you currently didn't want to be around anyone or anything. You just wanted to lie down someplace and just sleep. Hopefully dreamless.

You made your way into the woods, not bothering to really watch where you're going, just trying to stay on your feet. You wanted to lay yourself on the ground floor of Pandora and just listen to the heartbeat that echoed from within the empty-feeling heart of Eywa. Your true mother, you may not be able to connect to her with your braid, but you didn't need to.

You could hear her silent comforting words within the wind, whispering in your ear words of encouragement that had never left your parents lips. Your feet carried you across the Earthy flooring of the walkway towards the denser part of the forest. The mother trees, the children, all of their silent voices being carried by the cool breeze.

The sound of the ocean's waves hitting the beach slowly vanished as your ears focused on listening to the birds and rustling of the trees. The longer you listened the more you tried to think of it as the Jungle's trees rustling or the animals singing.

You missed your home, and you will miss it as long as you remained on this planet. You were slowly falling into a depression, missing your home, your people... your family. It wasn't the type of sadness to make you cry, but the sadness that put a hole in your chest and made you feel empty. The Jungle was a part of you, and you missed it terribly.

You laid down on a patch of grass, running your hand over the blades of grass. Feeling the edges of the plant tickle your palm and the tips of your fingers. A comforting warmth drifted over you, the wind dying down as you closed your eyes and listened to the breath of the planet. You slowly began to drift, finally being able to rest.

Red. Orange. Yellow. Fire.

Surrounding you, ingulfing you but it didn't burn. It was like the rage of the flames understood you and you understood it. War almost feeling natural and like your second nature. You felt nothing as you cut through the humans like their life meant nothing to you.

It didn't, you could care less about these murderous and destructive aliens from afar. You wanted them dead, you wanted all of them to disappear. You weren't just angry, or rageful, you were vengeful. You were going to give them what they had given you, you were going to make them feel how you felt as you watched your friends and loved ones die for a fight that would never have happened if it weren't for them.

If it weren't for Jake Sully, HE started this, HE is the reason you are all on the run. Why didn't he just kill them all, why did he let them go back home in one piece. You would've shredded them until they weren't even recognizable, showed them to Eywa, your beloved mother that you would protect her at all costs.

These weren't your thoughts; you would never think this way of your father. What was this dream, who was this unrecognizable being?

You jolted awake, beads of sweat running down your face and tears sprung to your eyes. You hated these feelings, they were so foreign like they weren't even yours, but in a way comforting. You wanted to deny them but, on some level, you knew that you agreed with them.

You stood up and headed your way to a small stream nearby. You splashed water onto your face, wiping the tears from your eyes and staring at your reflection in the water.

You stood up, looking around realizing how late it was. It was way past Eclipse. You ran hand through your hair and drew a breath preparing to be grounded again. This was what? Your third or fourth time breaking a rule or causing trouble. Honestly you didn't care, at this point it'll happen at least every week.

You heard footsteps approaching you and you spun around on your feet in alert. Aonung appeared, he blinked a bit in surprise and then grinned." You have some awesome hearing, I thought I was being sneaky."

You rolled your eyes." You stomp, there's no way you could survive in the woods with those." You pointed at his feet, and he grumbled under his breath." My feet are not that big." He protested, placing a hand on his hip, his ears back in annoyance.

A small silence broke out, and you tried your best to keep your normal aggravating smirk placed on your lips. Aonung could see past it though, he paid enough attention to tell that you were not doing so well. He didn't watch you or anything, he was just very aware and constantly read people. Maybe at times he would watch you with someone and pick up on your mannerisms more than he would with anyone else, but so what you were his friend.

Well...friends a stretch still.

" What's wrong?" He asked, he might not be the best at comforting, but he was willing to try. You brushed him off." Your presence always seems to dampen my mood, have you not noticed?" You teased but he didn't return your teasing.

" I'm serious, whatever's bothering you, you can tell me." Aonung placed himself in front of you and placed a kind hand on your shoulder. Your shoulders tensed and your jaw tightened, the smirk falling off your face for a split second.

" Now what's got you all tinder hearted your big teddy bear!" You pinched the side of his ribs lightly and he instinctively pulled away." What? What is a t-eddy barer??" You slapped a hand over your mouth giggling at his terrible English." Did you just insult me? It is one of those human insults, isn't it?"

Your worries and bad dreams disappeared instantly, Aonung unintentionally brightened your day-or rather night. Speaking of night, you needed to hurry and get back to your families Marui. You looked towards the path that led you back to the beach.

" Don't worry, it's not as late as it seems, just after dinner. Lo'ak and I covered for you so you're fine." He gave you his charming smile, the calmest you've ever seen him be. You grinned, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and dragging him closer to you." You know...I kinda like you a bit now."

" Just a bit?" He teased and he placed a hand on your other shoulder. You put your other hand up and put your pointer finger and thumb almost touching." Just a smidge."

" So does that mean I've finally won you over?" He asked, his tone was light and teasing but he was asking an actual question he's been dying to bring up." Won me over? Hell no!" You shook your head." I'm not gonna be friends with you that easily, you have to do something biiiig." You exaggerated and he rolled his eyes, he should've known he wasn't going to get a real answer out of you.

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You Say Hate But I Think You Mean The Other Thing.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Warnings: smut. Full warnings under the cut.

Slight Dub Con vibes. Dave treats reader like his property. Male masturbation. Female masturbation. Tit job. Dirty talk. Sexting. A little F/F. F!receiving oral. Cum eating.

Five weeks. Five weeks of avoiding Dave. Five weeks of dealing with unanswered questions. Why did he leave his wife? His girls meant everything to him. He would have put up with Carol until the end of time for them.

Your phone vibrated, another text from a number marked as unknown but you knew exactly who it was.

You're pissing me off. God knows what I'll do to you when I find you.

You sent back a simple reply.

IF you find me.

While you were there you skimmed his other texts. Some teasing. Some threatening. There were a few pictures in there too. One of his cock, hard, red and glistening with pre come. With the words 'See what you fucking do to me.'

Then there was one of him holding his hard cock while a fresh load glistened on his stomach. "I need somewhere to dump all this cum."

The last one was a gif sent yesterday. A gif of his cock pumping in and out of some random pussy. He'd sent you a whole video too. Of her sucking his dick, his hands squeezing her tits, his thumb on her clit as he fucked her. You had to admit he had great taste in woman, she was gorgeous. Her breathy moans in her accented English, helped you cum around your vibrator as you tried to take the edge off. Dave was not going to win. You weren't just going to go running to him because he divorced his wife.

The gif played over and over as you pumped three fingers in your wanting hole. You came with a cry of his name.

A few days later a package arrived at the hotel your were at. You recognised the hand writing immediately. Looking around the foyer, you scanned for any sign of Dave. Your heart drumming in your chest as you did so.

It didn't let up until your were safe in your room. Opening the plain brown wrapping you found a vibrator. The brand you prefered, the one than had been wedged between your legs more times than you could count lately, but a new model. A note inside read 'I though you might have worn the old one out.'

Still in a heighten state of anxiety, the vibration of your phone made you jump. It was from him, am audio file attatched this time. Pressing play you heard a familiar buzzing then an even more familiar moan finished with a cry of 'Dave'. He'd been listening as you got off to his video.

You didn't know how to feel about that. Scared? Aroused? Violated? Thing with Dave were always intense this was the first time he made you feel uneasy. Not one part of you was okay with letting it lie.

The bar was quite the only sound came from the hurried conversation of hopeful speed daters. The ping of a little bell at the end of each round followed by the squeaking of chairs and shuffling of feet.

"First time at one of these things?" You made polite conversation when the woman you were watching finally approached the bar.

"Yeah. I haven't dated since high school. I'm recently divorce." She told you easily.

"I'm not surprised." She just blinked at you in confusion.

"Sorry I meant about the not dating since high school. Not the divorce thing. I'm guessing you married your high school sweetheart? I'm not surprised, you're beautiful. You probably had guys queueing up in high school." A deep blush settled on her cheeks. "Sorry. That was...Can we start again. I'm Melissa. Same as you, married young."

She relaxed at your awkwardness. "Hi Melissa. I'm Carol." When she shook your hand, you made sure to linger for a second. "I thought I was ready to get back out there. Try new things. Turns out speed dating is a little too fast for me. And these guys...."

You pulled a face and she giggled into her drink. "Do you want to finish our drinks over there?"

Three more drinks were finished. As you told her the tale of your divorce and she confessed hers. "....I was just afraid that the kids could tell. I tried to act like the love was still there. My husband, ex-husband, is a great guy, he travels a lot for work so it wasn't too hard to fake it for the girls. It was just when it came to the quite moments alone, there wasn't anything there for me. Even the sex..." She straightened at the realisation of what she had said, when you didn't flinch she carried on. "...he always took good care of me but there was no connection there. I missed making love." Downing the last of her drink she looked at you timidly. "Plus I wanted to try some wilder stuff." Her hand came to rest on yours. And that is how you came to be in possession of an video of your tongue buried in Dave's ex-wife's cunt.

The alcohol had made her bold so you figured why not. The way she reacted when you kissed her, you were almost sorry she didn't get Dave's A game. Carol didn't come to play. Her tongue rolled against yours as her hands gripped your waist. Taking her to the bathroom you got her to hope up on the sink before giving her a little something to ease your very slight guilt at screwing her husband for two years. It was actually her idea to film it. Which your phone instantly snatched from hers. She thanked you for the new experience and happily went on her way. She didn't even ask for your number. Your pussy eating game was flawless so you knew it wasn't you. Maybe Carol just wanted to hit and quit now. Good for her.

Between a few more drinks at the bar, a session of breaking in your new toy and passing out in your hotel room, you managed to send the video to Dave.

A fact that you weren't aware of until you woke up with something heavy between your legs. Coming to, you clenched around it. Jesus, had you really passed out with the toy inside you?

"Wake up, Princess." Dave's voice was like a bucket of cold water on your drunken head.

A scream of pure shock was muffled by Dave's hand clamping down on your mouth. "Shhh. There plenty of time for screaming later." He shoved the toy inside you so sharply it almost hurt. Almost. As it was it just made you see stars.

"Did you think you could shove your tongue in my ex-wife and I wouldn't punish you?" You gulped around nothing as your muscles clenched around the toy.

"Not only have you been withholding this pussy." He slammed the toy in again. "My pussy from me. You decided to tease me with eating out my ex-wife." The toy was almost uncomfortably deep now. It made your toes curl. Your fingernails drew blood from where you were gripping Dave's bare forearm as he still cover your mouth.

"You think I'd give you my cock after that little stunt? I'm gonna fuck you with this cheap bit of plastic." He plunged the vibrator in and out of you like he was unclogging a drain. It shouldn't have worked for you but the sheer force of it did. You came, moaning against his hand. "That's how fucking good I am. Even with a fake cock. I want you to remember that. Remember your place. Remember who you belong to. What I can give you. What I can take from you."

The whizz of leather on cloth sounded as he took of his belt. Finally removing his hand you gasped a breath but didn't dare to speak. Dave lifted your knees up and placed the belt underneath them. Putting the vibrator on its highest setting he shoved it back in, this time he pressed the ears to your clit as well. He'd barely moved his hand away and you came.

"So fucking sensitive." He wrapped the belt around your legs and fastened it tight. "I don't want that falling out."

He undressed as you lay there taking every sensation to the point of overstimulation. Tears streamed from your eyes by the time he straddled your stomach before spitting on your tits.

"Gonna cover you in my cum. " He panted as he slipped his cock between your tits. He held them tightly together creating a warm valley for him to use. His thumbs circled your nipples as he thrust his shaft between your breasts the red tip of it sliding out toward you.

"Tongue out." When you weren't quick enough to respond he slapped you across the face. Another orgasm drained out of you.

Lifting your head you complied with his wishes. Tilting you neck down, you managed to lick the tip whenever it got close. "My pussy. My ass. My tits. " Dave shouted as he got closer to coming. "Mouth open." Again you weren't quick enough. Again another slap.

When you opened your mouth Dave's movements sped up. "My mouth. My tongue. Oh my fucking god! Fuck. Take it." His cum shot out right up your chest, over your chin, your mouth, your tongue. Dave chased it with his own tongue. Collecting it before dumping it into your mouth and gripping your jaw. "Swallow."

You did readily.

"Good girl." He wiped the tears from your cheeks gently. Bending down he released your knees and pulled out the rabbit with a squelch. "Good fucking girl." He marvelled at the slick soaked silicone.

Between your hangover and the half a dozen orgasms all you could do was lay there. You body heavy on the bed. Dave went to the ensuite you could hear him taking a piss. He must be getting ready to head out. To your surprise he returned with an ice bucket of hot water and a wash cloth. His tongue skimmed the skin of your chest, tasting himself as well as the salt of your sweat. He licked and kissed every inch of skin before languidly cleaning between your legs with his tongue. He moaned against your folds as he lazily fucked his fist. With the water now cooler he cleaned you off. Finally, he tucked you in, pressed a kiss to you temple then left.

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hi! is there any chance of you writing a series/more snippets around the cinderella telling you posted a bit ago? i really loved it!

Continuing from this post.

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The prince is sitting on the steps, his eyes aren't quite focused and he's turning over the glass slipper in his hands. What the hell was that? He's trying to place her face in his memory but everything’s just... fffft. Gone. Blank. He remembers what she said. But even the pitch is weird--it could be any voice.

“Your highness?”

The prince glances over his shoulder at the Captain of the Royal Guard.

“Oh--hey---” the prince blinks a few times.

“...awfully odd, that girl,” the Captain folds his arms.

“I--” the prince draws a breath in through his teeth, “ I need to find her.”

“Understood,” the captain of the guard nods, “I’ll send guard details on every road leading out of the palace.”

“What?! No--that’s insane! She’s going to think I’m--No, I can’t approve of that...” the Prince is pressing his fingertips to his forehead, his other hand still gripping the slipper.

“I gotcha,” the guard captain says with a wink, “’Don’t’ send horsemen after her.”

“Did you just--Brad--don’t--no. I said no. No winks. Don’t send any guards after her, I’ll look psychotic.”

“Eh. Little late for that.” Brad the guard captain shrugs.

“What?”

“Well she and her whole carriage slipped past security somehow, and she got into the ball without even being announced by the Master of Ceremonies. That’s a security risk. And she seemed suspiciously chummy with the waitstaff. And if she ditched the party in this much of a hurry, she might’ve taken state secrets or something. So, obviously, I sent the horsemen...” he checks his pocket watch, “3 minutes ago.”

The prince pales. “She just--she said she needed to get home before midnight. I think she has a messed-up family situation, if I make things worse for her...”

“Or maybe she needs to reach a drop off point for whatever she’s stolen.”

“You don’t know if anything’s missing!”

“Not yet, we don’t.”

“Brad!”

“It’s protocol.”

“Protocol!? I’m the goddamned crown prince! And you’re sending armed guards after the love of my life!”

Brad blinks at him, not really sure how to process that. “Uh...”

“Ig-ignore that. Don’t tell my dad I said that,” the prince pinches the bridge of his nose, “Brad I swear to god, don’t tell my dad I said that. I was panicking and--and--You know how weird he gets about this stuff.”

“Yeah--no--totally, your highness,” Brad looks out over the palace gardens, “Look, we can just say we wanted to make sure she got home safely.... when we catch up with her, I mean.”

“Send a messenger pigeon telling them to hang back from her actual house--but get her address--maybe I can find a way to--to explain things... figure out what’s going on...” He’s wrapped both hands around the shoe again.

“That hers?” Brad nods at the slipper.

“...yeah...”

“Love of your life, huh?”

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Here’s the original thread from Twitter but I want all my followers protesting the recent supreme court decision to stay safe.

[Image description: A screenshot of a tweet from Rh3t0ric (@avglibsoc) that says ‘In lieu of Roe V Wade being overturned, I’m going to compile a thread of any protest advice I can find’ followed by an infographic illustrating the following:

PROTESTING SAFELY

What to Wear:

-Nondescript, solid color clothing; cover identifying tattoos.

-Goggles & mask

-Heat resistant gloves

-Emergency Contacts written down

-Tie your hair up

What to bring:

-Water for drinking & tear gas

-Snacks

-Cash/change & ID

-Bandages & First Aid supplies

-Washcloth

-Earplugs

-Protest signs

DON’T BRING:

-Cell phone without first turning off Face/Touch ID, going into airplane mode, and disabling data

-Jewelry

-Anything you don’t want to be arrested with

-Contact lenses

/end image description]

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38,194 notes - Posted September 8, 2022

I was about to make a post about like... how my family has this lemon tree out front, and one of the funniest things about having a lemon tree is occasionally I’ll be out in front doing whatever and I’ll see someone walking past and quickly grab a lemon off the tree and stuff it in their pockets as quick as they can like they’re shoplifting.

I was about to make a post about how that’s funny and how, y’know people can have our lemons, it’s not a big deal because the tree pumps them out like gangbusters, but I really can’t make that post without thinking of... them...

50,633 notes - Posted March 10, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

“The prince just fell in love with Cinderella because of her looks!”

Wrong. Okay, picture this--

So there’s the prince, okay? He’s like, smack dab in the center of the ballroom, and he is like, horrifically aware that this whole ball thing is a result of his dad falling into a panic about the royal lineage or whatever and he’s stuck listening to highborn girl after highborn girl, all lined up, introducing themselves like, “Oh yeah my family’s been a longtime supporter of the crown, and I think you’re cute, *cough* I’ve been told I have child-bearing hips *cough* Who said that? Anyway--” and Princey boy is just smiling through it, he has been the center of attention for entirely too long, he misses his emotional support horse, and is just internally like “Someone please kill me now.” And then... he sees her--This isn’t a love at first sight thing, this is a ‘what the hell is going on over there’ thing, because this girl has not gotten into the Debutante line for a solid 45 minutes.

She’s just at the hors d’oeuvres table going HAM on the prosciutto-wrapped asparagus, and like, she’s polite about it, she’s happy to move aside for other people grabbing punch and canapes (and she’s really so sweet with the wait staff, it’s kind of cute because they’re like... definitely not used to being acknowledged) but it’s like, “Damn girl, did you not eat today?” and then the prince is kind of stuck with the uncomfortable thought of ‘how many girls starved themselves to fit into a corset for this.’ And then the Prince realizes he’s missed the past 4 Debutante introductions because he’s watching Mystery girl hork down crab rangoons. So he’s like, “Excuse me” and manages to break free from the never-ending parade of girls who will hop on his dick for status.

And as he’s approaching Mystery Girl, it’s kind of hitting him that something’s not quite natural about her. Not fake, but not quite real. But at the same time this whole evening’s been just a whole circus of people acting fake as hell, so like, someone seeming a little off doesn’t seem bad, necessarily. And he sidles up to her like, “Hi,” and she’s like, “Oh--hey, have you tried the tapenade?” and she points to one of the plates, and at this point, he could hit her with the “You don’t know who I am, do you?” deal or the “Very funny, I see your play” deal, but at this point it occurs to him that, no, he hasn’t had anything to eat throughout this whole damn ball, partially because of being stuck in the debutante parade, partially because of nerves, and there’s something so disarming about the question that he grabs a crostini and she still seems so food-focused that it doesn’t seem possible that this is a play. So they both grab little plates and ditch the party.

She pretty much clears her plate in under two minutes and then has half of his plate, he’s cool with it, mostly he’s just absolutely fascinated listening to her.

See here’s the thing about Cinderella:

1. She doesn’t know he’s the prince. Like yeah, he’s been at the center of the room, but she’s kind of spent half the party eagerly looking around everywhere she’s allowed to go (”Have you seen rose garden? Have you seen the solarium??” further confirmation that she doesn’t know who she’s talking to) and the other half stuffing her face with food.

2. She assumes she’s never going to see anyone here tonight again, and no one recognizes her, so she has no filter.

So she’s just talking about whatever with this guy. He seems cool. She talks about her friends, who are rats. She makes little outfits for them. Sometimes they bring her little gifts. She is already the coolest person the prince has ever met because of this. She pretty much offhandedly talks about whatever is fucked up about the kingdom that would take his advisors two hours of hemming and hawing and watering down to address. She just says it like it’s nothing, just funky little things she’s observed, and again, she’s not aware that he’s the prince, but it’s still pretty damn bold to bring up at a literal royal ball.

She... seems to have the majority of graces that lots of girls from Respectable Families™ have, but there’s something strange about it, something simultaneously broken and hardened, like the way you can see where ice has thawed and re-frozen. Also the way she talks about her family, and the way she avoids talking about her family-- is raising several red flags, not in the “Oh this is another person trying to take advantage of me” sense, but in the “Oh fuck, something’s gone really wrong and you need help” sense and also lowkey a ‘damn is she even getting fed?’ sense. But he can’t say, ‘Hey, that’s not fucking normal for people to say that to you or treat you that way. We need to get you out of there,’ without sounding crazy himself, so for now, he’s just going to chill, make sure she’s comfortable, and keep enjoying the evening. She’s somehow befriended like 4 of the waitstaff so they’re willing to cover for them while they disappear for a little bit, and they get plenty of time to talk, but eventually it hits her that she hasn’t danced yet and she’s like “Come on! I bet we can make the prince jealous!” and he just bursts out laughing at that like “hell yeah, let’s make the prince jealous. He’s a real asshole.” Like clearly she’s having a good time, so who is he to make it weird? So they head back to the ballroom and they dance. And our girl, Mystery Girl, Cinderella, while they’re dancing, becomes acutely aware that everyone is staring. That doesn’t seem quite right. Like, yeah she’s hot, she knows she’s hot, but at least a good third of the party should still be focused on the prince, right? Where is that guy, anyway?

Oh.

Oh wait.

Oh shit.

And Princey Boy actually picks up on her realization and they whisper argue for like 3 minutes. “Why didn’t you tell me?! Now I feel like a goddamn idiot!” “I dunno it was nice being treated like a normal person” “Well me treating you like a normal person makes me a goddamn felon or something did you consider that?!” “Hey--Hey--it’s cool--you’re cool--I think you’re amazing, and if anyone says shit about you, I can shut it down.” “Well I don’t like that! That’s fucked up!” “I agree. It is fucked up, but I believe in you, and I think you should have a chance, and I’m here to back you up. I know power is fucked up right now. I know. But are you cool with working with me to change that?” And our girl Cindy pauses on that for a couple seconds, because.. she’s just spent hours with this guy and like.. she knows he’s a good guy, she knows he means well, so she’s like, “I don’t know how long I can actually work with you.” and the prince is like “Look, I know your home situation is complicated right now, but I really think we can--”

And then the bell starts ringing.

It’s midnight.

And then she takes off in a panic, and our prince just met the coolest person ever, and like, he’s pretty sure whatever situation they’re headed back to is fucked up, and all he’s got going to find her is a shoe. A shoe.

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January 24, 2023

Ok, last day of classes for the week! I have a lot to do today, my life is a little hectic at the moment. I have one of my best friends coming to watch the puppy today which is great.

I've been doing a lot of thinking about friends and about myself lately, brought on by my birthday party laments most likely. Anyway, I've been thinking about how like, I've never actually had long-term, healthy relationships modeled to me. My parents got divorced when I was very little, and then my dad had a live in girlfriend for 6 years before she and her daughter moved out. My mom got married to another guy for 5 years until they divorced, and then she had a baby and moved in with a man for about 3 years before they split up. And I was living like, around these different families for different periods of time at different rates. So a stable family was never like, modeled to me and the closes I came to one was gone after 6 years. I don't know how to make and maintain long-term relationships. And certainly I've had difficulty engaging in healthy relationships and I say that taking on the full understanding that I had engaged in toxic behavior in relationships, romantic and platonic. So on one hand, I think I should cut myself some slack, like obviously this is hard to learn and obviously I'm going to fuck it up on accident and I just need to keep working at it. But on the other hand I am like, so mad and sad and upset and I just feel defeated. Like it is so embarrassing to be a 23 year old adult woman going to grad school and being like, "yeah I really struggle making and keeping friends and I am still learning to navigate a lot of social systems and social queues." like ugh girl really. It's just not the vibe and that's so disappointing.

Another thing I have been thinking about is how hyper-vigilant my mother made me. I saw a tiktok this morning that really resonated with me. This lady was talking about how a parentified child can learn hyper-vigilance as a way to try to keep their parents/siblings happy by trying to read facial expressions and tone and try to manage how everyone in the household feels. She said it's a form of control and like, feeling like you have control of a situation. And then had the thought that maybe my childhood was my mom begging me to get control of her, and I never could. Because that's a ridiculous thing to ask a child I mean imagine me asking a one year old to help me get control of myself like, it's not gonna happen that one year old has never seen like a tiger yet its not even been bowling.

I just feel like I am getting better at identifying how I feel and trying to reach the root cause of it. I am beginning to think maybe the way to feel better about myself and make more friends is instead of examining every flaw I think I might have with a magnifying glass, pushing myself as hard as possible to fix it, maybe I just start accepting that the world is how it is, people are how they are, and maybe I am worth the time and effort it takes to be myself.

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#first in a long line of morally ambiguous antiheroes who have to overcome their own cowardice to prove their moral worth

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Howl

M ~ 8.9K ~ Werewolf Drarry

After an encounter with a vicious werewolf, Draco Malfoy wakes in a field hospital with a mangled shoulder, a furry little problem, and an inconvenient crush on Harry Potter. Potter, meanwhile, is still trying to save the world, only this time he wants Draco right there with him while he does it. Taking part in a rebellion against a corrupt regime isn't always glamorous, but at least sometimes there are organic farmshop pastries and fancy hotel bedsheets. Just don't ask about that smell of burning.

A gift for @cluelesspigeons as part of the @drarrymicrofic Wheel of Drarry exchange.

Celina, your gorgeous microfics always have such a sense of tenderness and longing. I wanted to bring some of that softness to this fic, which also includes some of your Drarry likes (werewolf Drarry, long-haired Draco, tattooed Draco - plus some long hair and tattoos for Harry too, because he deserves nice things). Thank you for all you contribute to this fandom, in the form of your lovely words and your fabulous modding skills.

@maesterchill and @sweet-s0rr0w i am so lucky to have both of your brilliant minds at my disposal and will never stop being grateful for that.

Mourning Moon

Draco woke up on a Friday morning in a field hospital in Grasmere, without a single memory of how he had got there. The last thing he remembered was being in London, not two streets away from his tiny bedsit, getting a very late takeaway dinner in the only burger joint still open at that time of the night. He was sheltering from the rain and unwrapping his bean burger—no tomatoes, extra gherkins—and had felt rather than seen something moving in the darker shadows beyond the mouth of the alleyway.

And that was all there was, nothing but a horrifying blank spot in his memory before waking up here on a rickety stretcher, feeling like he had been turned inside out. His shoulder was hurting badly, the pain maybe even worse than when he took the Mark, and he could tell from the thickness of the bandages that whatever had happened to him, it was bad. He could smell the protective webbing of healing charms packed around the wound, and could feel the dittany busily knitting away at the flesh.

“Another one?”

The Healer—who for all Draco knew wasn’t even a real Healer, just someone with an O in Potions who was handy with an Episkey—wasn’t even looking at his face as she spoke, just scribbling busily on a chart and then running a cold, assessing hand over Draco’s sternum. She raised her wand to his skin.

“Another what?” Draco asked rudely, just to make the Healer look at him properly.

“I wasn’t talking to you.” Her voice was cool, the spark of her magic at his shoulder something like relief and something like an invasion. Behind Draco, there was a small shifting sound, a rustle of air and greenery and the warmth of something too familiar. The back of his neck prickled, but the Healer held him firmly in place.

Draco could smell the woman’s cold antiseptic scent and below that the sourness of too much coffee and the ripe smell of her body after what must have been a long shift. He could smell the ink on the quill nib, the same metallic salt to the smell as blood, and he knew then what must have happened, his heart kicking faster, the steep jump on the monitoring spell making the Healer frown. Draco allowed himself to stretch his arms, feeling the way his bones tightened under the skin, wrist bones locking for a second, making him think of lengthening strides, the wild rush of the chase, the thrill of a body made exactly fit for purpose. It was really quite unlike himself, Draco thought, looking down at his own bare torso, pale as a grub, his fingers scarred and splintered from chisels and raw wood, his Mark still there, like it always would be, inescapable.

“What happened to me?” Draco asked, needing to hear it.

“Werewolf. Bad bite,” came a voice—his voice—and Draco’s flesh pebbled into gooseflesh as though in a fresh breeze. “You’re lucky we were already onto him. If we hadn’t arrived when we did...”

“Quite right.” The Healer sounded disapproving. “You were lucky tonight, Mr Malfoy. That bite was designed to do some serious damage. Any deeper and you wouldn’t be here to tell the tale.” Her quill scraped against the chart again before coming to a decisive stop as she plucked it out of the air and shoved it into her pocket. “It’s almost as though it was… personal. We won't know for certain until the next full moon, but given the severity of the bite I think I should prescribe wolfbane. I'll check the dispensary.”

She was gone from the tent before Draco could reply, before the shame crept in a flush of heat from his chest up, before he could tell her he knew it was personal, before he could ask if there was anything that could be done for him. There wasn’t; he already knew the bite had taken, the wolf was in his blood. He could feel it as surely as though the fangs were still clamped down on him.

“It’s always personal with Greyback,” Potter said, moving around the stretcher so Draco could see him. Draco felt very suddenly like lying back down and having a messy cry. “If that’s any consolation.” He reached out a hand and patted Draco’s good arm.

It was almost too much, a sensory overload, Draco’s mouth suddenly wet and getting wetter, a prickle of sweat over his top lip, a greying fuzz across his vision before he blinked the colour back into the room.

“You alright?” Potter, at his shoulder, the scent of him already unmistakable.

“I’m—” Draco began, and then stopped before it turned into a growl at the sudden shift in the air, like a turning breeze. Not a threat, exactly, but something equally new and unsettling, the dangerous rolling whiff, the urge to take or be taken. He raised his head, inhaled. “Oh. You. You’re one too?”

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144 notes - Posted October 18, 2022

Take the Moon

Drarry ~ M ~ 15k

Harry Potter has always wanted a family of his own, and when a deadly blood curse forces him into a marriage bond with his best friend Draco Malfoy, it looks like he might just have found one.

Living with Draco (biscuit-lover, no work/life balance, good hair) and his son Scorpius (also biscuit-lover, colour-codes his bricks, proud bearer of plastic swan-shaped garden ornament) gives Harry the routine and companionship he’s always craved. There’s also the matter of the really great sex (because what’s a marriage of convenience without a little fun, after all?)

It's just a shame they’d always planned to break up after a year…

This is my take on a break-up-to-make-up fic, with a little sprinkle of forced marriage, and a look at the realities of being a parent thrown into the mix. Oh, and Harry just happens to be a werewolf who likes how Draco smells. It's not the story of the marriage, but of the before and the after, and in it i wanted to talk about the ways in which people work hard to love each other as best as they can.

Huge thanks to the mods of @hd-wireless for their sterling work on the fest, and to my lovely friends who keep me going. Special thanks to @sweet-s0rr0w for the cheer-reading, summary-wrangling, and patiently listening to me moaning about whether I'd be done on time or not, to @makeitp1nk who read an early draft when i was panicking, sharpened it up brilliantly, and got me over my slump. And to @maesterchill for the beta and the support - as always you are a ledgebag and I am so lucky to have you.

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[Image ID: tumblr banner with a picture of a Sainsbury’s supermarket exterior at night, a row of shopping trolleys in front. Beside that there is a graphic with a misty moon shape and the title Take the Moon in red letters. Image credit to Liviu Florescu on Unsplash.]

151 notes - Posted August 15, 2022

Six Sentence Sunday

Harry has been fighting the war against Voldemort for seven years. Here, he gets a little downtime with his favourite godchild. Unbetaed.

Rosie was singing, a tuneless joyful sound, hands sticky around her half-eaten apple, cheeks still hot from her nap.

“Come on, darling,” Harry said. “Give me those toes.”

Rosie lay back and kicked her legs into the air, her fat bare feet scrabbling against Harry’s hands. She laughed unrepentantly then let Harry cup both her heels in one hand while he reached for her discarded socks with the other. Her skin felt so smooth, so warm and silky, with a strangely animal, muscular heft to the flexing plump feet.

“That child can’t keep her socks on to save her life,” Molly said from the kitchenette. “I’ll have to spell them stuck if she keeps this up.”

Harry frowned down at Rosie’s little face, then stuck his bottom lip out and drew his eyebrows cartoonishly low, just to hear her make that delicate little wheeze of in-breath that always came before a laugh.

“I don’t think she’d like that,” he called back to Molly, then lowered his voice just for Rosie. “Would you, sweetheart? You wouldn’t like to have your socks spelled on, would you Rosie-Posie? Because if you did—” He paused theatrically, and Rosie, ever-indulgent and with the patient expectancy that came with familiarity, wriggled with anticipatory glee “—then how could I… eat your toes?”

There was a lot of screaming and kicking and tickling and rather a din of monster noises, and Harry definitely got a foot in the face more than once as he pretended to gobble up Rosie’s toes while simultaneously wrestling her socks back on, but by the time things subsided she clambered up, both feet festooned in purple stripes, and settled herself in Harry’s lap contentedly to finish her apple.

Harry kissed her curls, and they sat quietly, Rosie crunching. She was a very restful person to be around, Harry always thought. Her needs seemed very simple, her pleasure at having them met a pure and joyful thing. Harry didn’t remember being that small, but it seemed fairly clear that the Dursleys would have had to really go out of their way to make him miserable. It was so easy to please a two-year-old; more than anything else, the idea that the Dursleys could not be kind to someone so full of potential and so very small—the thought of them treating Rose the way they had Harry—made him realise how truly awful they were.

“She has you wrapped around her little finger,” Molly sighed, and set a cup of tea on the table next to Harry, tucked far enough in that Rose couldn’t reach it. Molly sat down in the armchair with her own cup.

“I don’t mind,” Harry said into Rosie’s hair, which always smelled the same—a hint of a sweet artificial fruity scent, undercut with something earthy and warmly fragrant, like a puppy’s stomach or the earth under damp leaves. “I like it when she’s happy.”

Tagging anyone who wants to join in! Please tag me, I am weeks behind on Tumblr but I love reading them and will love reading them again to reblog when I finally catch up!

153 notes - Posted April 3, 2022

Could We Maybe

Started this microfic ages ago but never finished it so I think it works for the @drarrymicrofic prompt Abrupt. This is inspired by the incomparable @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm and his red strings of fate - and some day I will finish this. Joy, I would love to write something as beautiful as you deserve but such a thing would be impossible for mortal hands to craft.

Harry and Draco find themselves connected by the red string of fate, but Draco can't quite believe that he deserves it. This is the opener (and as far as I had got with it tbh). CW for brief sexual content, soft M maybe?

It happens after the first time they fuck, which isn’t fair, because Draco doesn’t even have time to enjoy the aftermath (bedlinen dense with the heat of their joined bodies, the delicious scrape of Potter’s incisors over Draco’s slowing pulse, Potter so reluctant to separate them that he slackens inside Draco—such desperate intimacy) before Potter says, oh, and Draco feels the tug at his little finger as Potter lifts his own hand, wonderingly.

“I can’t believe this,” Potter says, and Draco feels the same disbelief right down in his bones, the why me from when Potter first kissed him magnified into something bigger, colder, inescapable.

“It doesn’t have to mean anything,” Draco says dully, and Potter laughs, kisses him carefully, knots their fingers together with the red string tangled and snarled between them.

252 notes - Posted February 9, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Far Side

For the @drarrymicrofic prompt Euphoria. Werewolf Harry, Dad Draco, kidfic. CW for brief mention of a newborn, barely-there sex. Umm I do not know, my idea was that Harry and Draco meet up for the first time in years and Harry gets a sort of wolfy impulse about Draco being his mate, it's all very implied lmao

Harry has a photo on his desk; he says it’s his favourite.

Draco with Scorpius, newly born, just a few minutes old. In the corner, out of focus, there’s the tired edge of Astoria in her hospital bed, but the camera lingers on Draco and the baby, close quarters to the impossible newness of it all. Draco can’t even remember who was holding the camera.

Draco comes by the office to take Harry for lunch, sees the photo in its pale wood frame. He’s mildly horrified; the frame is set at an angle on the desk so anyone can see it. Draco turns it inwards towards Harry’s chair, but Harry’s quicker, hands gentle around the frame, setting it carefully back where it was. It’s a proclamation Draco’s not sure he was expecting.

The moon is waxing gibbous, and Harry is restless, pacing, the strung-bow quiver of a pounce behind his every movement, and he stills only when Draco touches him, face turning up for a kiss as though it was all he had been waiting for.

“I hope you don’t mind,” Harry says, and that’s when he says it. My favourite, he says, a big expression for something that wasn’t even his back then. “Why don’t you like it?”

“I like it,” Draco says, but he doesn’t, really. “But I was so worried. He was so small, and Astoria...”

“Look at your face, though,” Harry says, and they both watch the photo in silence. In it, Draco’s head dips and raises in a constant, wondering loop, face brightening when he peers into the swaddled bundle as though he’s holding magic itself, a new sun. His unbearably young self untucks the blanket and Scorpius emerges, still wet and crumpled-looking, the small starfish clutch of his hand reaching out, his opening mouth a silent squall.

“I wish I had been there,” Harry says gently, and Draco wishes he could have—somehow, impossibly—been there too.

Instead, Draco had done it by himself, for years—minding the baby, getting Astoria back on her feet, and when the inheritance issue was settled, helping her move to her apartment in France where Scorpius now spends most of the summers and comes back to England each September with new freckles and his hair bleached to sand-silver.

And then, amazingly, one night—feeling out of place at a work party he had tried to get out of attending, holding a glass of wine warmed through by his nervous hand—Draco had met Harry Potter for the first time since Hogwarts and everything that had been for them. Harry, who was at Draco’s side within about three minutes of arriving at the party; Harry, who told him he looked exactly the same, gaze lingering on Draco’s mouth; Harry, who didn’t look the same—streaks of silver coiling through his curls, smile lines sketched around his eyes—but older and bigger and all the better for it.

Draco had heard about the incident in Ireland, of course, had known about the bite. Knowing wasn’t knowing, though; it didn’t encompass the feeling of Harry’s shaky inhale when Draco shifted nearer, the barest promise of incisor in his smile, the press of fabric around the bulge of bicep when Harry pushed his sleeves up, impatient with heat and maybe something more.

In front of everyone at the party, Draco put his drink down and let Harry press his face into Draco’s neck, his panting breath at Draco’s frantic pulsepoint. They fucked in the toilets in the Ministry basement, Harry barely getting his trousers unbuttoned, Draco with his formal robes still hanging off his shoulders, his fingers tracing the puckered scar tissue at Harry’s shoulder.

“We need to talk about it,” Harry said after, though it was obvious to both of them that, while Harry was the one who had been bitten, mate ran both ways between them. But Draco had to go, already late for the babysitter, and Harry’s eyes were bright with some sort of tenderness when Draco explained, stealing yet another kiss.

It took months before Draco introduced Harry to Scorpius, but of course he needn’t have worried.

“It’s a pack thing,” Harry said from under the dense sleeping shape of Scorpius, both of them curled around each other on the couch. “He smells right. He seems to like me too, right?”

“What would you have done if he didn’t?” Draco asked. He didn’t have to tell Harry what would happen if it had come down to a choice between them.

Harry growled softly, amused, and Scorpius shifted in his sleep, one slack pink cheek visible under the possessive curl of Harry’s arm.

“I’m not just the wolf, you know,” Harry said. “You know I would never—”

“No, I know,” Draco told him. “I like to think this whole thing is still our choice.” He waved a hand, encompassing the couch, the sleeping child, two cups of tea standing cool on the side table, and at the window, a sly wink of moon.

599 notes - Posted January 11, 2022

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