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𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝑖 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒 : 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑖 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑜 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟
𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: In order to placate your anxious mother, you agree to return to your hometown to participate in a mating run—knowing full well that betas rarely get chased, never mind betas nearly old enough to age out of the practice. You’ve decided to treat it like a vacation, a chance to visit with your childhood friends, the mating run itself a nice relaxing hike. All in all it’s a solid plan—until alpha Todoroki Shouto, your best friend's little brother, steps in and blows it all to pieces. 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡: omegaverse, no quirks au, alpha!shouto, beta!reader, mating rituals, age gap, best friend’s little brother, older reader, afab reader, some class differences, aged up characters, semi-public sex, slight small town romance vibes, background implied dabihawks for some reason, smut, 18+; mdni! 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠: For @lorelune's spring fever collab! This fic is a little bit different than my usual fare—part love letter to my hometown, part omegaverse smut, part style experiment—but I hope you enjoy it anyway!! I also want to call out that Reader in this fic is Touya’s contemporary, and is therefore older than Shouto. Everyone is in their 20s and I’ve purposefully left the age difference ambiguous in case the canon gap squicks you out, but please know there is a difference of at least ~3 years implied. 𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑡ℎ: 21k (estimated)
𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑖 — april 6
𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑖𝑖 — april 13
𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑖𝑖𝑖 — april 20
𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑖𝑣 — april 25
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Permanent Mark Masterlist • Gojo Satoru
When your lover’s past comes back to haunt you, how many times will he choose her over you? When nothing you give was enough to make him stay. Yet, you would still choose him. Everyday.
Genre: Angst
Pairing: Gojo x reader
Status: Completed
Warnings: tragedy, alcohol abuse, self-harm, self-destructive reader, smoking, physical violence, cheating, toxic relationships, manipulation, eventual smut, pregnancy, mentions of abortion…+
Taglist: Closed !!
Playlist
› Part I:Permanent Mark
› Part II: Down
› Part III:Fool
› Part IV: Loose Lips
›Part V:Fear
›Part VI: Mine
›Part VII: Blessings
› Part VIII: Lengths
›Part IX: Mistakes
› Part X: Loss
›Part XI: Epilogue
"Exploring a new case" by existentialcrisis011 on Wattpad is now complete. Check it out
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Summary:a story about sleeping, in three parts
alternatively, a story about breaking free
we were never meant to be permanent
not in
mortality
so the story behind this, today, is that I got emotionally attached to a class I only have for three months ish. that's college for you.
and we came to the end of our time together today sitting around a table, slamming markers and gatorade down in a game in Portuguese I felt so content even knowing it was coming to an end even with the primal fear of someone aboard a speed train about to reach the end of the track one day, it will be permanent but not in this life I will see you all again on the other side Even if I never see you again in this mortal life
It comes down to the principle of Gatorade. That's what I call it because I remember a time when I was a kid that Gatorades were a prize. You could only obtain them by playing soccer because the other kids' soccer moms would bring Gatorade and CapriSun and all those glorious things your parents didn't get for you. Basically, you can't have one Gatorade forever. Makes sense, right?
But what if you could make a Gatorade last forever? What if you were in that one glorious moment forever? The sun shining off the thick clouds in the late golden hour, illuminating the greens and blues in the mountains around, the wind your best friend so exhilarating, the satisfaction of completing a soccer game you loved not for anything in particular other than the fact that you were outside and alive and proving yourself alive and you have a Gatorade.
Make that moment last forever. Now, what do you lose?
Years from now, you'll be at a movie night with friends. You will be scrunched between two people you love on a couch, or maybe curled cozily into a corner, or marinating in a beanbag with a super soft blanket. The movie is the greatest movie you've ever seen and it's only augmented by being cozy with true friends. One day you will finally achieve that skill you spend years trying to perfect. One day you might even learn to cook. You'll meet someone new a thousand times, then a million times. You'll even get to meet the same person again and again if you try. There will be so many people that come and go in your life. So many hobbies and loves and passions and YouTube recommendations.
You will change as a person and maybe you will be scared to. Maybe you'll long for the comfort and safety and glory of the Gatorade in the fresh air.
But if you remain there forever, you will never meet your best friend. You will never have that cozy movie night and never accomplish that tricky thing. You will never encounter so many things to love. TV show or drawing styles or color palettes or characters or songs. You're going to make an awesome PowerPoint one day. Would you give that up for the Gatorade you've already had?
As mortal beings we are confined to a timeline. Time-bound. Afterwards, though, we'll get to be whole, and let me tell you time isn't a problem for God. We'll get to remember each moment of joy we got to have down here on earth. We'll get to live each of them all at once if we want, and be with everyone we love all at once, forever, and I know I'm a mortal and probably butchering this description of what comes next because heck it I've not been there yet but that's sort of what it'll be like.
It's possible for everything we want to be permanent to be permanent in eternity. That's the point of eternity. That is not the point of mortality. The point of mortality is to do many things, experience many things, keep moving.
(As for the loved ones who stay in your life? They change, too, and that's beautiful.)
We were never meant to be permanent in mortality. The permanence comes later.
I had no idea of thirst until I met you.
The true longing of just your taste.
I grasp a fraction of your scent, I feel my skin flushing, crimson spreading.
Heart beating so hard, I feel It will inevitably break through my ribs.
How can my mind have so many thoughts, flying so dangerously fast, yet with razor precision my focus is on you.
I ache.
I lay erect, lost in worlds sleep and wake.
No matter my status, I see you, want you.
Oh do I want.....
Best Moments from a Year in Space
Creepily enough I have not meet Astronaut Scott Kelly in person, yet through my experience as a NASA Johnson Space intern I have followed his whole journey. While sitting in Mission Control I would see Kelly float through the International Space Station (ISS) to his next experiment, struggle with space food and occasionally pull a space prank. After a record breaking year in space Kelly will return to Earth March 1st and you can watch here 9:15pmCT. He has had many great moments and below are my personal favorites...
Extra Terrestrial Lettuce
Scott Kelly taking a selfie with space lettuce - NASA
Astronauts consumed a space grown harvest for the first time! Kelly, Kjell Lindgren, and Kimiya Yui tried crisp red romaine lettuce, first plain and then with vinaigrette. NASA was testing the effectiveness of a plant growth facility, Veggie, using rooting "pillows," which contain the seeds. Providing fresh food for astronauts, NASA plans to grow food on spacecrafts and on other planets in the future.
Space flowers, zinnia, were also grown in the Veggie during Kelly's mission blooming with oddly curled petals. NASA ground support treated Kelly like an autonomous gardener with only a one page flower care guide. These zinnia were not the first flowers to bloom on the ISS, in 2012 Astronaut Don Pettit grew a sunflower, broccoli and zucchini plant for a personal experiment. The zucchini bloomed a yellow flower but did not produce a full zucchini with the time allotted. Pettit wrote a "Diary of a Space Zucchini" from the perspective of the orbiting zucchini plant. The first flower to bloom in space was a Arabidopsis flown on board the then Soviet Union’s Salyut-7 space station in 1982.
Space Selfies
Scott Kelly taking a selfie during his first space walk Oct 28th, 2015 - NASA
Selfie during Kelly's space walk December 21st, 2015 - NASA
While there is a lot of science to get excited about in space sometimes its acceptable to take a moment to appreciate a good space selfie. Kelly was pretty selfie happy religiously posting to Twitter and sneaking in a few selfies during down time on space walks. In addition to selfies Kelly has taken thousands of stunning photos of Earth from his extraterrestrial perspective. During his over 5,000 orbits around the Earth Scott Kelly has taken thousands upon thousands of photos documenting Earth's beauty and fluid environment. He has captured Northern Lights, illuminated cities, painted deserts, reaching rivers and looming storms. All of these photos that make Earth look like an unknown planet can be found on his Instagram and Twitter. For the record Buzz Aldrin the took first space selfie in 1966.
Green Goo
Scott Kelly observing a tablet fizzing in water - NASA
Unfortunately this is not a slime ball alien. Scott Kelly dissolved a fizzing tablet and food coloring in a floating ball of water. This bubbling phenomenon was captured using a camera ultra high-definition cameras. NASA explains that higher resolution images and higher frame rate videos can reveal more information when used on science investigations. The floating sphere's form was disturbed by its internal popping and bubbling. Personally I thought this experiment was the most hypnotic.
Watch this odd ball I deem to be better than a lava lamp.
Halfway There
Scott Kelly admiring fresh fruit delivered halfway into his yearlong mission - NASA
Woah, livin' on a prayer!
Seriously though, a year in space takes some serious endurance. A sane completion of half a year in space is well worth a celebration. On board the crew received a delivery of fresh fruit in late August on the H-II Transfer Vehicle (HTV4) Kounotori, a Japanese cargo ship. On ground, Mission Control celebrated with cupcakes and Skyped with Kelly. Kounotori was one of nine cargo ships Kelly welcomed to ISS. The successful docking of a cargo ship is critical as they carry needed food, experiments, tools and replacement equipment.
15 Years of the International Space Station
Expedition 45 Crew celebrates ISS' 15th birthday - NASA
Scott Kelly celebrated the International Space Station's 15th birthday on November 2nd, 2015 celebrating the first crew's docking back in 2000. Over 1,760 research investigations have been conducted on board including Kelly's Twin Study.
Read about all that has been accomplished on ISS.
Jitters In Orbit
Scott Kelly's set up for Space Cup test - NASA
Liquid in Earth Gravity (right) and low gravity (Left) - NASA
Poor Scott Kelly had to sip coffee for hours to observe patterns of liquid tension in the new Space Cup. It was amusing to hear Kelly claim he took the longest sip of coffee in history. Although bags of coffee are already used on ISS, drinking a cup off coffee is more natural like back on Earth boosting astronaut moral. These Space Cups are engineered to accommodate to liquid's behavior in low gravity. Liquid is very "sticky" in space desiring to adhere to surfaces and pooling. This phenomenon became a hazard when coolant leaked in astronaut Luca Parmitano's space suit during an EVA (Extra Vehicular Activity/ Space Walk) in 2013. By studying the tendencies of liquid in space we can better understand chemical and biological processes in space.
Extra Vehicular Activity
Scott Kelly’s second space walk - NASA
Myself logging during Kelly's second EVA - NASA
During Scott Kelly's second ever space walk I got to follow along with their procedure and log when they successfully completed tasks. Honestly the procedure book is full of engineering jargon that the astronauts may not complete int he desired order, I never had a dull moment trying to keep up! I can't imagine the focus space walkers must have following the procedure, fixing parts on the ISS, staying safe all for many hours without a bathroom and a granola bar. Kelly and Kjell Lindgren spent 7 hours and 48 minutes working outside the International Space Station. They fixed ISS' ammonia cooling system. Scott Kelly performed three EVAs during his year in space.
Scott Kelly taking a selfie with the Earth - NASA
Fragile Exploration
The whole point of Scott Kelly's year long mission is to observe the long term effects of space on a human's body and mind. Humans are the most fragile thing we send up to space. Unfortunately we are not a robot society because by now we would have personally explored each planet in our solar system. To explore, humans have to leave Earth, exist in low gravity and land on other planets SAFELY. Scott Kelly's year in space is a huge step in the right direction to identify our boundaries and expand them. With Scott Kelly on board and his twin brother Mark Kelly as the control on Earth we have a unique look at the effects of zero gravity. Once Scott Kelly lands the science has just begun! Scientists will evaluate the effects on the body in low gravity, observe how Scott Kelly adjusts to Earth's gravity, and observe other changes Scott Kelly has experienced. It is so neat we get to watch this scientific exploration unfold!
WAYS TO GET INVOLVED
Time Inc. produced a net video series called "A Year In Space" about Scott Kelly's mission.
PBS and Time Inc. will team up to produce a two part series about the mission too.
Launch your career in aerospace.
Watch Scott Kelly's Year In Space wrap up coverage on NASA TV here is the schedule:
Out of the Woods
— pairing: wolf hybrid namjoon x human f!reader — genre: fluff, angst, slight smut — word count: 10.2K — warnings: light injury, nothing too bad! — summary: Promising Jihyo that you were going to stay away from your writing for one weekend had been easy in theory, but much harder to actually do once you reached the little cabin the woods. To make matters worse, the only thing that rivals your inability to keep promises is your terrible luck – and after a particularly bad choice leads you to get lost in the mountains, you suppose that it’s only karma that you end up face to face with a wolf that looks ready to rip your throat out.
Part I / II / III
“Why are we here again?” You huff, waving your hands uselessly in the air to fend off the insistent mosquitos that seem to have chosen you as their next meal. “And don’t say it’s because I need–”
“It’s because you need some sunlight! Fresh air! You haven’t been out outside of your apartment in months,” Jihyo shoots you a look over her shoulder, one that’s equally as much worried, as it is exasperated. You bite down on your tongue to fend off any building remarks. Because well .. she’s right. The only time you’ve stepped outside your apartment recently was to either get groceries, or to run to the convenience store nearby when the craving for a late night snack became too much.
“It’s because I’m busy–”
“Busy my ass!” Jihyo interrupts with a humorless snort, “You finished writing your first draft weeks ago, Y/n. I understand that you get in one of your ‘moods’ when you write, but you can’t shut yourself away from the rest of the world whenever that happens. You’ll let your own life pass you by.”
You narrow your eyes at Jihyo’s use of air quotes, because frankly, it’s not just a mood, it’s inspiration. You know you have to take full advantage of it when you have it – that you have to devote your sole focus to the words spilling from your fingertips unless you want to lose them. You did that once. You had just finished writing a chapter when some old friends from university had called you out for some drinks. You easily accepted, happy to celebrate your progress and unwind a little bit. The problem however, reared its ugly head the day after. Because when you sat down in front of your computer, the empty document stared back at you like a stranger.
You couldn’t write. No sentences seemed to flow the way you wanted them too, and everything was just so dull. It took weeks – a whole month in fact – before it reappeared, and by that time you were left scrambling to complete the last half of your book in just one week. You felt like you aged ten years during those seven days, and you wowed to never let it happen again. So, your solution had been to eliminate any distractions. You stopped meeting up with friends, ignoring any calls or texts that weren’t from your publisher. You didn’t set foot outside your apartment unless your fridge was empty or a craving became too big, and even then, you barely acknowledged the outside world, too scared that even a friendly hello would somehow yank you out of your mindset.
So you hold you tongue, biting down at the soft flesh of your lower lip as Jihyo trudges ahead in front of you. No matter how much you want to retort back that she’s wrong – you can’t. Because she knows you better than you like to admit. You suppose being friends since you were six probably has something to do with that. Jihyo is the most understanding person you know when it comes to your moods, but you know that even she has her limits. That even she gets hurt when it takes you days to respond to her texts. And that’s the only reason you’re even out here, stumbling and tripping over rocks and loose roots in the middle of nowhere. Because you feel guilty, and because Jihyo deserves a better friend than what you’ve been to her for a while.
“Fine,” You grumble. “How long will it take until we’re there? We’ve been walking for hours.”
“We’ve been walking for thirty minutes Y/n,” Jihyo shakes her head. “But I think we’re pretty close now!”
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desolate (1)
— summary: you just wanted a cute little normal cat to keep you company. so you’re not really sure how you ended up with the grumpiest hybrid on earth that seems hellbent on making your life difficult.
— pairing: cat hybrid yoongi x reader
— genre: angst, fluff, eventual smut
— word count: 2.7k Part two Part three Part four Part five Part six Part seven Part eight Part nine Part ten (M) Part eleven Part twelve Part thirteen Part fourteen (M)
“A hybrid?” You barely hold back a cough, the sandwich you were eating getting caught in your throat at your coworkers surprising words.
“Don’t sound so surprised Y/N, this isn’t the first time we’ve talked about this,” Jihyo rolls her eyes, pushing her water bottle closer to you as she notices you struggling. You quickly take a sip, the cool water soothing your irritated throat.
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i visited idiot street and everyone knew your name!
part i, part ii, part iii
a/n: the well awaited end to this fic is here! enjoy :)
synopsis: the three times you friendzoned Alhaitham, and the one he made damn sure you didn't.
tags: alhaitham/reader ; school setting ; valentine's day special ; reader likes sewing, miscommunication
It’s Valentine’s Day, and the most unusual thing to ever happen to you—happens.
A pristine white note falls out of your locker, and you never thought you would see the day. You’d assume, being a workaholic and being relegated to tasks (due to people pleasing tendencies you can’t seem to shake off), that you’d finish off the school year without falling victim to Valentine’s day sickeningly sweet confessions.
Please meet me in the homeroom lab after classes. – H
If it was any other day, you’d assume one of the teachers wrote you this note, and that you were going to be subjected to a ruthless talking-to. Yet, coincidentally, it’s that time of the year, and everyone else is getting notes like these too.
For the fun of it, you still decide to go where the note directs you. Mostly because you’re deathly curious to who this H person is. No expectations, of course.
When the dismissal bell rings, you quickly scramble out of your classroom, pointedly ignoring your friend’s confused call of your name. Leaving your bag and belongings behind. You’ll get back to her later—but now, the curiosity is killing you.
You navigate the sloppily decorated hallways; passing by lovestruck couples and through streamer paper decor of pinks, whites and reds. Cupid balloons and the overwhelmingly sweet scent of roses suffocate your senses.
The homeroom lab is at the end of the hallway, where all the decorations dwindle or are practically deflating with the lack of attention to detail—it irks you slightly, if this is a confession like you suspect, the surroundings could afford to be somewhat romantic. Not this cheap, unenthusiastic mess, it certainly wouldn’t be helping your case.
Your eyes lock onto one heart helium balloon, it drifts aimlessly across the floor—not enough to float up but not completely deflated. You glare at it, like trying to pop it with only your gaze, then to the door.
Steeling yourself, you take a breath then slide it open.
The last person you ever expect to be there, is there too.
“Alhaitham?” you ask, breathless and puzzled.
Was it him that sent you the note?
You shake that thought away, although you got your hopes up the tiniest bit, it’s probably unrelated to anything hearts themed. You’re pretty sure he’s been actively avoiding people confessing to him today. Maybe that’s why he hid in here, you muse.
“It’s me, yes,” he nods. “I assume you read my note?”
You laugh, shutting the homeroom lab door unceremoniously behind you. “That was you? Dude, you could’ve just told me, what’s with all the secrecy?”
“There’s something that I need to discuss with you.”
“Discuss with me,” you repeat, walking over to lean against the working table. Which, thank heavens, is pristinely clean. “Am I in trouble?”
“No,” he responds and you hum in faux relief. “Though there is something else.”
Alhaitham produces a sleek black chocolate box from seemingly nowhere—or maybe you hadn't seen him hold it—and holds it out to you.
“Sweet!” you grin, snatching the chocolates and examining the box. “This is some really good chocolate, Haitham. Who gave you this one?”
“No one,” he says. Alhaitham picks at his black painted nails—ones that you yourself painted a few weeks ago in his apartment. The polish is immaculate, almost looking freshly painted if it weren’t for the new nail growth starting underneath. “Those are completely from me, for you.”
You double take, taking a long lingering look at the gift. On the smack middle of the box, is the same type of note from earlier in your locker, but this has your name written in elegant cursive:
Happy Valentines. It writes, and you feel strange tingles travel down your spine. Not entirely unpleasant.
“You shouldn’t have,” your eyes widen. “I didn’t get anything for you, I never thought we were getting each other friendship chocolates!”
There’s a lengthy pause before you hear any reaction from him. Alhaitham makes a strangled noise from deep in his throat. “Friendship chocolates?”
He stresses your name, while massaging his temples. “...I wrote you that note, I waited in here for you and have the audacity to think what I gave you are friendship chocolates. Does that sound logical to you?”
“Of course,” you snort, putting down the chocolates to rest on the low table. “The only other reason I can think of would be because you like me, which I doubt—”
His lips flatten in unamusement. “So what if I do?”
“Wait, what?”
He inhales deeply, and you swear you see the slightest hints of pink on his ears that peek from underneath silver hair. The silence now is absolutely deafening, and the anticipation even more so. To you, the knowledge of his bashfulness makes the situation feel all the more real.
Alhaitham utters your name softly, like he’s pleading you to understand so that he needn’t repeat himself. Which he never does, the damn prideful man.
You’d make a teasing remark if you weren’t so frozen with nerves, the sound of your name from his lips is causing ticklish shivers up your spine. It sounds so intimate when he says it.
Like a secret, even. Although Alhaitham might be the most self-preserving and unambitious person you know, when it comes to the things that matter to him—he takes initiative right away.
“So you like me–” you breathe, the button up collar of your shirt feels all too tight all of a sudden, you tangle your fingers together and squeeze tightly. “Like, like like me?”
“I’ve been trying to tell you,” he sighs, low and long-suffering. “For three whole years.”
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
Your eyes widen and you feel a low simmering heat spreading all over, even till your fingertips. You recall all the other times, past Valentine's days and recounting his strange behavior. All the dots start to connect together and you wonder how you never noticed. “What the hell.”
“So that one time last year when you were offering me your button—” you gasp. You remember, it’s a stupid highschool tradition, a boy would offer the second button of his uniform to a girl if he liked her. It’s the closest to the heart, but to you, it’s a thoughtless way to ruin perfectly good clothing. “Haitham, did you ask Kaveh for advice or something?”
“Matters like these are irrelevant to argue with him about,” he scoffs. Alhaitham folds his arms across his chest. “He ran off and came to the conclusion himself. Ever since then, he’s been bothering me with trying all types of confession tradition.”
Laughter starts to bubble out of you, disbelieving and flustered to the maximum level. “Dude, I basically friendzoned you and had no idea! You should’ve told me.”
His shoulders stiffen and he gives you such a disarmingly attractive look. And if your eyes dare deceive you, he looks the teensiest bit hopeful too. Right now, you feel like your heart is beating right out of your goddamn chest. The sound is so loud, the quickening thumping sound of your chest that you swear he might hear it too.
“...I see that now,” he says, his expression is exasperated—but so unbelievably soft. You feel yourself melting like butter under his gaze. “Though I am disappointed in your lacking ability to identify context clues.”
“Oh whatever,” you bump your shoulder against his, though you don’t move back away. The warmth of him is all consuming and comforting as hell, you could burrow yourself in him and never resurface, you think. He accepts your closeness with a strong arm wrapping behind you to hold you by the hand. Your stomach does somersaults in your stomach. “It’s all your fault. You’re an idiot for not telling it to me straight.”
“Does that mean you reciprocate?” he murmurs, leaning closer to whisper in your ear.
You pull back enough to take the box of chocolates, opening it and popping one in your mouth. “This chocolate is pretty good. Guess I’ll have to let you stick around for more.”
I like you too.
He nuzzles into you, leaving a chaste kiss on the crown of your head. “I guess you do, don’t you?”
Chapter: 1/1
Words: 933
Language: English
Fandom: 逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Applies
Relationships: Klapollo, Klavier Gavin/Apollo Justice
Characters: Apollo Justice, Klavier Gavin
Chapter: 6/6
Words: 8031
Chapter: 1/6
Words: 996
Language: English
Fandom: NSR, No Straight Roads
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warning Apply
Relationships: NeonNova, DJ Subatomic Supernova/Neon J.
Characters: DJ Subatomic Supernova, Neon J. (No Straight Roads), Green | Eloni (No Straight Roads), Blue | Purl-Hew (No Straight Roads), the rest of the kids but they're not mentioned by name
Chapter: 1/1
Words: 2690
Language: English
Fandom: 万圣街 | All Saints Street (Cartoon)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Ira Blood/Lynn Angel, Ireland
Characters: Lynn Angel, Ira Blood, Lily Angel, Neil Bowman, Nick Hoult, Damao
Chapter: 1/1
Words: 907
Language: English
Fandom: Star Trek, Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Applies
Relationships: Garashir, Julian Bashir/Elim Garak
Characters: Julian Bashir, Elim Garak
Chapter: 1/1
Words: 2136
Language: English
Fandom: 万圣街 | All Saints Street (Cartoon)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Applies
Relationships: Bankrupt, Will Bovill/Nicholas
Characters: Will Bovill, Nicholas
Chapter: 1/1
Words: 933
Language: English
Fandom: 逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Applies
Relationships: Klapollo, Klavier Gavin/Apollo Justice
Characters: Apollo Justice, Klavier Gavin
Chapter: 1/1
Words: 3207
Language: English
Fandom: 万圣街 | All Saints Street (Cartoon)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Applies
Characters: Lynn Angel, Lily Angel, Damao (All Saints Street), Ira Blood, Nick Hoult (All Saints Street), Neil Bowman
Chapter: 1/1
Series: 2/2
Words: 1974+
Language: English
Fandom: 逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationship: Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth & Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright, Naruhodou Minuki | Trucy Wright & Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright
Characters: Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth, Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright, Naruhodou Minuki | Trucy Wright
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Chapter: 1/1
Series: 1/2
Words: 690
Language: English
Fandom: 逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Applies
Relationship: Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth & Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright, Ayasato Mayoi | Maya Fey & Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright
Characters: Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth, Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright, Ayasato Mayoi | Maya Fey
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Part 2 is really different than this one.
Chapter: 1/1
Words: 853
Language: English
Fandom: 逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Applies
Relationship: NaruMitsu, Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth/Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright
Characters: Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth, Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright
Chapter: 1/1
Words: 591
Language: English
Fandom: 非人哉 | Fei Ren Zai (Cartoon), 非人哉 | Fei Ren Zai (Manhua)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Applies
Relationship: Guanyin/Yangjian, Guanjian
Characters: Guanyin (Fei Ren Zai), Yangjian (Fei Ren Zai)
AAA?, 2019/2021
Started in 2019, finished only today
Sometimes completion of an art has more to do with acceptance it being completed🤔
I can already see four different essences here
The Other Side of Nostalgia
Emoji Summary: 💔☠️🔪🏫🍸🎭🚨
Better Summary: At a class reunion set in a hauntingly nostalgic Victorian schoolhouse, old memories and long-lost connections collide with a nightmarish turn of events. As familiar faces from the Class of 2015 reconnect, including an old flame and a loyal friend, the festive atmosphere quickly gives way to terror. When a staged party decoration turns into a gruesome reality, the night devolves into chaos and panic. The narrator, grappling with feelings of loneliness and regret, reflects on the contrast between the life they chose and the hauntingly vivid memories of what could have been. "The Other Side of Nostalgia" delves into the darker sides of nostalgia and the unsettling realization that even joyful reunions can become a harrowing journey into the past.
*TW: GRAPHIC DEPICTION OF VIOLENCE*
Preview:
Lauren gave me a sympathetic look. "Well, his loss! From what I understand, there's a lot more in the bowl than just punch," she said, winking at me as she unlinked her arm from Will's. "Speaking of which, if you'll excuse me, I'm in need of some refreshments," she added, then withdrew from us.
The Other Side of Nostalgia has been triple edited and published to my Wattpad! Please comment and let me know what you like and what you hate about it! This is my first short horror story and I have dozens more ideas ready for my next victim, I mean, reader. 😅
Me debato entre si eres inocente o ignorante
This was so sweet! And I can hear all of it in his adorable goofy Chugs voice too. So wholesome.
Adam Cole: Christmas came early.
adam cole x gender neutral! reader
genre: fluff
warnings: none
summary: adam has been trying to buy a ps5 for months now and when he fails to buy it once again, he gets so upset. what adam doesn’t know is that you had finally got your hands on one and bought him one - though it was supposed to be a present, you decided to give it to him earlier.
requested by: anon (hope you enjoy!)
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You sat beside Adam and watched as he continued to refresh his web browser, his fingers shaking with apprehension as he waited to get out of the queue he was currently in.
“Come on, come on,” Adam whispered to himself, over and over. His eyes were fixated on the screen and you swore that he forgot that you were right there next to him.
This was practically his a thousandth try - and you wish you were exaggerating - to get a PS5. Adam had come close every time during each drop and just when it’d come time to check out, the game console that he yearned for would be out of stock, making him more disappointed and upset than the last time.
You sat next to him, also watching the screen, and let out a sigh of relief when Adam was finally out of the queue. The way he quickly got into the zone, clicking away at the PS5 version that he want and scrambling for his wallet when he was checking out made you grow nervous.
Though, you were excited for him. It seemed like he was finally going to get it after so many tries and when he clicked “place order”... once again..
Out Of Stock.
Adam’s face dropped and he gently shoved his laptop away from him, his head falling into his hands as he sighed. “I didn’t want it that bad anyways.” He said, the disappointment clear in his voice.
You frowned and rubbed his back, unable to verbally comfort him as you had no idea what to say. Usually, you were able to spit out so many words of wisdom and turn Adam’s sad face into a beautiful smile.
But now, you felt just as defeated as he did.
A Few Weeks Later
Adam had been so upset still and even though he tried his hardest to hide it, you knew him well enough to know that this was affecting him.
Of course, being the best partner that you are, you spent your free time searching for any places that might have had PS5’s in stock and in person. You knew that you wouldn’t have luck trying to buy it online, so you hoped for a miracle.
Thankfully, the nearest Target had them in stock and you tried not to question it as you sped over there.
When you got there, you marveled at how many were locked away in the glass cases, wondering why the hell hadn’t Adam just looked in person.
Paying for the console made you cringe at how expensive it was - though, you had to remind yourself that you were buying this for Adam as a present and it was something that he wanted really bad.
Once you got home, you quickly wrapped the box and hid it for the meantime until Adam came back from visiting some friends.
You stood a few feet away from the door when you heard him fiddling with his keys as he tried to unlock the door. When Adam opened the door, his bright smile turned into a worried frown when he saw you twiddling with your fingers, waiting for him.
“What’s the matter?” He asked, walking over to you and grabbing your hands in concern.
“Uh, well. I have a surprise for you! I wanted to give it to you as a Christmas present, but now I can’t resist anymore.” You rambled, trying to show Adam that he had absolutely nothing to worry about through your words. You pressed a quick kiss against his cheek and motioned for him to sit down, which he did with a look of confusion on his face as you walked away.
“Close your eyes!” You shouted from the dining room, almost struggling to grab the weighted box that container the console and a few other things. You smiled at the bow that you had stuck onto the wrapped box and walked back into the living room, placing the box in front of an unaware Adam.
“Open.” You gently said, sitting down next to him on the couch and watched with a big smile as his hands dropped from his eyes.
“What is this?” Adam asked curiously with a laugh, ripping off the wrapping paper as you pushed him playfully.
His ridiculously loud gasp made you laugh and Adam immediately wrapped his arms around you, thanking you over and over again.
“How did you-.. where did you-... when did you-..” Adam could barely speak, his eyes glimmered with you and his cheeks were so rosy from surprise.
“Don’t worry about all that,” You smiled and pressed a soft kiss against his lips. “I just knew how bad you wanted it and I hated seeing you so upset, Adam.”
Adam could only look at you and smile, his hand grabbing yours and caressing it softly. “I’m so lucky to have you.” He whispered, the admiration in his eyes made goosebumps rise onto your arms. The way he looked at you so tenderly and in love.. your stomach was swarming with butterflies.
“I’m gonna go set it up,” Adam giddily said and got up, grabbing onto the box. “Come with me, babe!”
Before you even gave Adam the present, you wondered if giving it to him sooner would lose the magic - that it wouldn’t make sense.
But seeing how happy he was, you knew it was a great idea. And you weren’t even mad that Christmas had came early.
Don’t mind me, I’m just over in the corner melting from the sweetness.
stitches
Tyler Rust x Reader
content warning: simply just fluff literally nothing else besides maybe 2% angst
summary: tyler comes home with a wound from a match
a/n: i wrote this before he was released no I will not be changing his name
Tyler laid with his head across your lap. His eyes were focused on the television but you could tell he was barely clinging to consciousness. His golden hair was sprawled out behind him, creating delicate waves against your body. As you ran your fingers through the tawny locks he leaned into your touch like a contented cat.
There was a deep, burgundy and violet wound just below his eye, running down the length of his cheekbone. Black stitches were roughly sewn along the injury. You hadn’t expected him to come home like that.
You understood his job and the career path he had chosen. You understood it meant sometimes he got injured and sometimes he would bleed. He had come home with broken legs and ankles. Not very often but often enough that it wasn’t really anything more than a nuisance for you. But occasionally it would take you by surprise. He always tried to call you after the matches, to let you know how it went, to let you know if something had happened but sometimes he forgot. Sometimes he’d come home with a black eye or a laceration or a brace attached to a joint and it would catch you off guard.
That’s what happened yesterday.
The evening had crept along as you waited for him to return home. You tried to forget the nightmare of a day you had endured by losing yourself in the pasta sauce bubbling on the stove. You knew Tyler would be home soon and the tension would truly melt away the moment he had his arms wrapped around you.
The door opened and closed. A bag hit the floor.
“Hey, darling. I’m home.” He called out into the house.
“I’m in the kitchen.”
You could hear his footfalls approaching, his arms wrapping around your waist. He buried his head in the crook of your neck and took a deep breath before pressing a kiss to your shoulder. You smiled. He was home. Home and safe. Sharing the same space, breathing the same air as you.
“I’m gonna need you to sew my trunks. They got a little torn on the side last night.”
You nodded. You hadn’t gotten to see the match but mending his gear was commonplace for you. You could feel him relax against you and it gave you a sense of peace. Gently, you brought a hand behind you and ruffled his hair. You ran that hand down his cheek and felt him wince. The rough texture was strange and not at all what you had expected to encounter.
This caused you to turn. And there it was. The stitches. The bruising.
“What happened?” You had asked, a hand falling to your hip.
“Nothing. Just took a kick wrong.”
It wasn’t nothing. It was a massive wound that had clearly required the help of doctors to ensure its proper healing. A massive wound that had probably bled a lot. A massive wound that you weren’t there to worry about in the moment. And there was something about that that hurt you.
“Why didn’t you call me?”
“It was late. I didn’t want to wake you up when I figured I could tell you about it now.” His voice was gentle but it still upset you. He took your hand in his and he held it with the utmost care. “It’s fine though. Just a little cut, that’s all.”
It sat with you though. It was difficult to spend so much time apart and it was even more difficult to know there might be times where he got hurt and you wouldn’t know.
You weren’t able to enjoy dinner with the stitches staring back at you and you felt horrible that you couldn’t look past them to enjoy the night. You became withdrawn and decided against laying on the couch with him, opting to go to bed early instead. He found you curled up on your side, your eyes open and scrolling through social media. He leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed. You were acting like a child but he still had a patient smile curling the corners of his mouth.
“Not gonna talk to me?” He asked.
“I’m just tired.” It was a lie and you knew it was and he knew it was but he tolerated it.
“I guess I’m tired too, then.” He shrugged, crawling in beside you.
You didn’t make a move, disinterested in breaking down the frustrated and begrudging wall you had built. But it meant nothing to him, his arms reaching around your side, pulling you closer. He peppered your shoulder with kisses, running them up your neck, to your cheek and back down again. You had to force yourself not to smile.
“Why’re you upset with me?” His voice was calm and kind.
“Why didn’t you tell me you got hit like that?”
“I told you. I figured I’d tell you when I got back here. No reason to make you worry when it was just a silly bump.”
“The guy could’ve taken your eye out.” You muttered into the pillow, your phone now down by your side.
Tyler brought the arm that originally lay against your waist, up and across your chest, as if it were a seatbelt holding you safely for the ride.
“But he didn’t.”
You didn’t say anything. He was also silent, the only sound between the two of you being rhythmic breathing. Finally, he let out a small sigh and relented in a way that was almost unnoticeable. You couldn’t feel it in his body or his arms but in his presence itself.
“Listen.” He turned you towards him and you unhappily felt your body roll accordingly to face the man you loved. “Sometimes this stuff happens. But it's okay. I’m safe. Nothing bad will happen to me.”
“It might one day.” You blurted out, your true feelings suddenly on display.
“It won’t.” His voice was firm and resolute. “As long as I’ve got you waiting for me at home I’ll always be coming back to you in one piece.”
He found your hands mixed in with the sheets and the duvet and laced his fingers through yours. He didn’t look you in the eyes right away, more focused on this moment of touch than anything else. When he did bring his gaze to meet yours it was clear, in spite of the darkness. His eyes were a gentle plea with you, asking you to understand he meant everything he said.
“I won’t let anything hurt me.” He murmured. “Only I can control that and I will for you.”
You waited a moment before allowing a small nod. A small acceptance of him, stitches and all.
So, there you sat. An evening removed from his return to the home you shared, his head on your lap, your hand in his hair. Occasionally, you took breaks from combing your hand through his locks to focus on finishing sewing the tear in his trunks.
With each movement of your needle, you brought them back together, into one whole piece. Back into one contiguous cloth, one unbroken garment.
Tyler looked up at you and sleepily smiled. You smiled back.
Back into one whole piece.
Well this was cute af. Loved it!
This Is Not A Date
Kyle O’Reilly x Reader Warnings: None Word Count: 1,977 Summary: You weren’t in love with Kyle, and Kyle wasn’t in love with you, either. [Requested]
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THIS WAS CUTE AS FUCK OH MY GOD
departures
Finn Balor x Reader
content warning: just a lil airport romance if thats your sort of thing
summary: you just needed to stay awake until your connecting flight
With a small sigh, you collapsed into a less than comfortable seat, facing out towards the tarmac. You gripped a cheap styrofoam cup filled with fast food restaurant coffee like it was the last thing that separated you from delirium. Planes landed and planes took off. People came and people left.
The gate was almost completely desolate. A man in a suit was sleeping a few seats away from you, his newspaper neatly resting against his chest. For a moment, you wondered if he had the right idea.
But you couldn’t sleep. You could rest your eyes once you were back on the plane. You plugged your charger into the wall outlet and opened your laptop, pressing “play” on whatever episode of whatever baking show you had last watched.
You felt your eyes grow heavier and heavier as you tried to reason with your internal clock. Maybe you could close your eyes for just a few minutes. Maybe you could even set an alarm, take a half hour nap. You had at least an hour left of your layover so what’s thirty minutes of sleep while you wait?
Before you knew it you were waking up to the sensation of someone gently nudging your arm. You sat upright in a panic, assuming you had missed the boarding for your flight but, when you looked around, the gate was still nearly devoid of people. In front of you, however, stood a man with cropped brown hair, a beard and eyes that seemed concerned that he may have sent you into cardiac arrest.
“Sorry.” He spoke softly but you could catch a hint of an accent in spite of his volume. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I was just wondering if I could plug my phone into this outlet.”
He pointed towards the sockets in question and you realized your laptop charger had consumed both available openings.
“Shit, yeah. Sorry about that.”
You leaned over and, in a less than graceful fashion, balancing your laptop on your legs, you pulled your charger free and relocated it so it was taking up less room.
“Thanks. This flight is going to be hours and I’d rather not end up without my phone.” A little laugh followed his words, causing you to smile a sleepy sort of grin. “I really didn’t mean to startle you.”
“No, no. It’s okay. I needed a wake up call anyways.”
The man sat on the ground where his phone charged, his legs criss crossed, his arms stretched out behind him. He looked out the windows towards the planes, his cold blue eyes almost wistful as he followed the winged metal tubes as they ascended into the sky and descended towards the ground.
The silence was strangely peaceful as you looked on in the same direction as him. A sense of calm awakeness filled the air as you got used to your new neighbor.
“So, where are you going?” You asked.
It took him a moment to register your voice in his head and you worried that maybe he wasn’t waiting for more conversation.
“Uh, I’m headed to Dublin for a little vacation.”
“Oh! Were you on the flight from Miami?”
His eyes lit up as if that flight hadn’t been filled with hundreds of passengers.
“Yeah! That turbulence at the end. I thought we were going down.”
He laughed again as he looked at his feet and you felt your heart flutter slightly. Maybe it was the lack of sleep or the jet lag but there was something about the way his smile lingered on his face, as if he were still replaying his words in his head, that threatened to make you feel like a blushing schoolgirl.
He looked up to you, his eyes studying you before he finally spoke.
“So are you headed to Dublin too?”
You nodded. “For a week.”
“Anything special planned?”
“Uh, well, I’ve got family out there that I haven’t seen since I was young.”
You had planned this trip for a year and, while it was partially to see the relatives you had been separated from for so long, you had also hoped to do some sort of soul searching. Life back in Florida had become something akin to a mess and you felt it was time for a hard reset.
You looked at him and he looked up at you. A small grin crossed his face, his eyes turning into slivers behind his cheeks. A hot blush burned over your cheeks as you looked away.
“I’m Finn, by the way.”
He held out his hand to you and you shook it. A spark danced over your skin and you hoped he felt it too. When his eyes ran down your arm to where your palms met you thought maybe he had.
“It’s nice to meet you, Finn.”
He held on for just a moment too long before drawing his arm back in and shaking his head.
“Sorry, I feel bad that I’ve kind of intruded on your morning.”
He moved to stand and your brain panicked, suddenly desperate to keep him by your side.
“Oh, no!” You placed your hand on his shoulder, a warm smile greeting his suddenly shy face. “You’re fine. I’m enjoying your company. It’s keeping me awake, which is more than I can say for this coffee.”
“You sure? I can sit somewhere else while I wait.”
“I promise. If you annoy me I’ll tell you.”
He paused as if he had to think hard about your words before sitting back down.
“Here,” you slid over a seat, dragging your laptop’s charging cord with you. “I’ll even let you have a seat of your own. God only knows what’s been on these floors.”
Finn sat himself down as if he were experiencing chairs for the first time. The sun was beginning to rise past the horizon and a ray caught onto his face, illuminating his features, the way his beard moved as he dragged his fingers through it nervously.
He then turned to you, a warm expression drifting over his face.
“What’re you watching?” He pointed to your laptop, the screen dim now but still vaguely discernible.
“I’m not sure. I fell asleep on the plane and woke up to this baking competition.” You traced your finger down the side of your laptop, unsure what to say next. “Would you… would you want to watch with me? We still have time before boarding is supposed to begin.”
He hesitated before nodding slowly, as though he wasn’t aware what the correct answer was.
And so that’s exactly what you did. You played the episode and he laughed at the dramatic editing and you thought about how he smelled like September leaves and crisp air and that feeling you get when you walk inside after a cold day.
Eventually, much to your embarrassment, you felt that same gentle hand nudging you awake.
You had fallen asleep on his shoulder and when you woke the gate was brimming with patiently waiting passengers, ready to board. You squinted past the rays of sun that had risen up past the horizon and the skyline. When you turned to Finn you saw him looking down at you, an amused grin on his face.
“Good morning.” He chimed
“Sorry.” You replied sheepishly. “Guess I had that on on the plane for a reason.”
The flight attendant announced the first boarding class and you quickly took your laptop back, coiling the charging cord up into a neat circle. Finn took his phone and stood, stretching his arms over his head. As he returned to a normal posture he held a hand out to you, helping you from your seat.
“So, I don’t know if you’ll have a lot of time but I’d be happy to show you around while you’re over in Dublin.” He offered, his hands shoved into his pockets and his shoulders lifted towards his ears.
You considered his words carefully. You had only just met him but something drew you closer and closer with every passing moment. And so you nodded, agreeing to the suggestion.
They called the next class to board and Finn grabbed his belongings. Before taking the first step towards the boarding area, he faced you, his body close enough for you to feel his aura prickling your skin.
“It was nice to meet you.” He spoke quietly.
“I hope I’ll see you again.”
He gave your arm a quick squeeze before finally beginning to walk away. Something stopped him though. He paused in his tracks and stood still before turning back to you.
“I don’t think I got your name.” He called out.
“I’ll tell you when the plane lands.”
Well that was just cute af. Now I’m picturing the UE brainstorm for how he should ask them out and it’s endlessly entertaining as well.
Packages
Adam Cole x Reader Warnings: None Word Count: 1,556 Summary: Always check the address on your packages
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