#dm angst collection

[nonamerat]

collection of angsty chilchuck, part 3

#dungeon meshi #chilchuck #yeah part 3 so what #dm angst collection

[merthurweek2024]

✨STARTING December 18th - 24th✨

hi guys!! we’re back at it again for merthurweek, as always🫡 we can’t wait to see what brilliant creations everyone makes!! we love you all. thank you for allowing us to do this each year🩷have fun and enjoy🥰

FOR FANFIC OR META WRITERS - prompts and/or themes for inspiration:

day one: royalty + angst

day two: knight!merlin + protective!others

day three: soulmates + hurt/comfort

day four: reversal roles au + humor

day five: bamf!merlin + angst with a happy ending

day six: “please forgive me” + dragons

day seven: magic reveal + canon era

we have made a ao3 collection under the name which can be found here 'merthurweek2023' - if you wish to add your fics

please put the day and prompt in your summary if posting to ao3.

reminder: merlin/arthur do not need to be the one to say the line or be the things exactly! and the + means and/or. these are mostly for inspiration alone. if you would like to just write royalty!merlin for day one, for example, and not use angst, then that's perfectly fine.

FOR GIFS/ VIDEO/ ART CREATORS - ideas and/or themes for inspiration:

day one: their theme song + red

day two: any poem + orange

day three: favorite quote said between/about them + yellow

day four: favorite parallel + green

day five: what does this ship mean/represent to you? + blue

day six: any quote + purple

day seven: what could have been + white

Rules:

Must be posted on tumblr so we can reblog!

Please tag your posts as #merthurweek2023 and/or tag us directly.

NSFW is allowed, just please tag appropriately.

Have fun and enjoy yourself! This week is all about supporting each other and sharing your work!

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[p3ndeja6]

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Summary: you and colby brock have been friends with benefits for a while, You eventually developed feelings and so did he. But you didn’t know, he would always give you the cold shoulder after sex. you were fed up.

Content tags: jealousy, arguments/yelling, alcohol usage, angst 100%, light smut, MAJOR plot, possibly a happy ending probably not (there is)

Colby b. x reader

(this was in the drafts for like 5 months, my bad if it’s ass)

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“fuck.. colby, right there” you whined at the roughness Colby was hitting you with. both you and Colby were almost to your climax, hitting your g-spot constantly and you being fucked dumb.

“you feel so good y/n, no one like you”

these words coming from him felt so good and loved but you knew that the minute he came in you, that would all go away. You wanted to savor the moments where he would say all these sweet nothings in your ear.

“fuck colby….almost ….there.. faster… faster” you tried completely full sentences but you’d become weaker by every thrust and became dumb fucked every time his long, thick, dick would push through your fleshy, pudgy walls.

These words kept him going, probably for another hour if you could handle it. You both were so close, and you got closer together.

“colby!.. I can’t hold it.. I.. need to.. come” “fuck, come for me pretty girl, gimme everything .. you got”

you came after hearing these words, and not a minute less so did he. You could hear your heartbeat going 10 beats per second, your cheeks and ears were hot, forehead covered in beads of sweat, your stomach was all wet from your sweat and his cum that flowed up to your stomach. Colby on the other, was also satisfied, still heavy breathing, eyes closed, so mesmerized the way his dick had a full effect on you and how he had you wrapped around his dick. He felt guilty by what he was about to do. He wanted you to be with him but he just couldn’t bring himself to show this other affectionate side of him, (besides the one side where you are having sex)

“alright.. y/n , you can leave now”

you knew those words were coming but they hurt every time you heard them. You wanted to say something to him that enough is enough. That you were done being his fuck buddy.

“Fine.. colby, I’ll go” as you got up and started putting on your clothes, you turned to him, “but this is the last time you and me are doing this, I’m done with these late night booty calls”

you finally confessed

“w-what?” he said confused on why this sudden change

“yeah, I’m done colby, we’ve been doing this for far too long.. it was bound to happen that one of us was going to catch feelings first.. I had to be the first one,, I want to be more than friends with benefits” you exclaimed

“oh my god y/n , we’ve been over that we just fuck for fun, no strings attached. Why can’t you get that wrapped around your fucking head? I want nothing more..” he didn’t mean any of that. He actually did want to be something more, a label, a reason to call you “mine” “girlfriend” “lover” ,, he just didn’t want to .. at that moment”

you were fighting tears and did not want him to see you in this state, you hated being weak. You couldn’t help but spill a few, “fuck you colby, fuck you… everything about yourself, I never should’ve done this in the first place, you were a waste of my fucking time, I never want to see you again” you said wiping the few tears that fell with your middle finger, collecting the last of your things

you slammed the door as you walked your way out

“ yeah! Fucking go! You know your way out!” He yelled

he was so crushed and hated himself for the way this escalated, he cried the entire night.

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days, weeks, have gone by since you and Colby’s argument. you’ve been crying in your room for weeks, that kat had to make a home visit because you wouldn’t answer texts, calls, or tiktok dms.

kat had a copy of your house key, when she finally found it.

“y/n?… it’s me kat!, I’m here to check in you”

she walked around the house noticing very poor hygiene in the kitchen, dirty dishes being piled up, the living, food wrapped and tissues all over, the bathroom all disorganized and dusty. She knew you were badly hurt since you loved staying clean and loved keeping a tidy,clean, refreshing home. Before she found you she helped you by cleaning the kitchen and the living room.

she finally reached your room, knocked on it a couple of times then walking in.

she saw you under the sheets tissues, food wrappers and dirty dishes all scattered around. The smell of alcohol lightly lingering the room.

“Jesus y/n, how are you living in these conditions?” She walks around trying to get to you. “Cmon y/n, talk to me, what happened?”

you obviously have been awake but have been laying in silence.

it took you a while to speak up again, your voice raspy and groggy from all the crying, screaming and the no verbal communication you lacked for weeks

“what didn’t happen, kat. I cut it quits with Colby in hopes he’d finally let me know that he wanted me more than just a fuck. But then again.. he proved me wrong” you said while sitting up

your hair all tangled and greasy, you rubbed your eyes and your face from frustration

“we had a argument and he basically told me I’m delusional and that he’ll never be with me, I was just a fun fuck for him.. nothing more”

“what the fuck? That’s such a douchebag move!, you know what fuck him, there are other guys out there who will love you and will enjoy fucking you with love instead of lust!”

you laugh at her efforts of trying to cheer you up, her positive energy brought some joy and comfort that encouraged you to get out of bed.

“Thanks kat, your definitely cheered me up, I should probably clean my house” “oh! Don’t worry, I cleaned it up for you,just not your bathroom”

“Awh kat you didn’t have to! Thank you so much”

you started to clean your room with the help of kat, you blasted some of your favorite hype music, city girls being on there

as you finished your room and bathroom, kat spoke up

“omg ! Y/n I just remembered one of the guys is having a party ! We’re all going !! Let’s go!!”

you felt good to deny her offer, “sure ! Why not”

“oh. em. gee !!”

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you and kat had finished up the house, and she left to get ready, you got in the shower right after she left. You took a very long hot shower, scrubbed and shaved all over leaving you smooth and clean.

picking the most sluttiest, breathtaking outfit, that insinuated your natural curves and plump features. You chose this specific outfit because you knew that’s the outfit that had Colby on his knees eating you out for the first time. And this would make him regret not having you.

you did your make up, creating a gothic sort of look, a baddie, too high for males to reach.

so satisfied with your look, you finished in time where the party just started

8:47 pm

you arrive to the party, cars filled the drive way and both sides of the street, music loud to be heard outside the house, people hanging outside the house.

You walked in, in hopes to find kat and the rest of your friends.

“omg hey y/n!!” “hey kat!” You guys hug and exchange sweet words on how beautiful you guys look. kat then drags you to the kitchen for a drink. You look around to see any familiar faces, you see many unknown… until you meet with that familiar face you once would give anything for

“hey Katrina” Colby semi-shouted

kat gave you a ‘omg’ look and you tried you’re best to not give up your feelings and let him see you upset. You quickly grabbed a drink from the cooler, a Jamaican me happy seagrass

“oh hey colbs, what’s up” “I was just gonna ask where Sam was” he said while staring at you, up and down.

You knew this dress still had an effect on him, the way he stared at your boobs and while remembering each hickey that was placed there.

It’d be a lie if he said he didn’t miss you (them),

“Oh yeah! he’s over there by the patio” still staring “uh.. thanks”

“he was so staring”

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you were just sipping on all the wine coolers, until you changed up to drinks mixed with hard liquor, the mixture finally got you and the music was too good to not dance to it. You were still conscious and knew what you were doing.

you went to the dance section and started dancing, moving and swaying your hips to the music. doing the white girl dance (where you move your hips and mess up your hair)

you were having a great time until someone pulled you aside. You weren’t quite sure who it was until they dragged you to a bathroom that looked like no one has used yet. It was Colby

“What the hell colby? why did you just drag me to bathroom” “because I’m wanted to talk to you” “couldn’t you have just asked… you know something like 'hey y/n can I talk to you for a sec?'”

“hey y/n can I talk to you for a sec?”

you give him a glare, “okay what”

“I can’t stand at how insanely attractive you look out there dancing”

“thanks… is that all? .. so I can go”

he looked hesitant, scared; if he should just get over with it.

what if it comes out wrong? or if you finally got over him?

He was scared because you truly were the best thing that happened to him and he was an idiot to let that go. He realized he needs you in his life, you are the one true person to get him to get out of bed everyday.

“uh Colby?” You waved a hand over his face to get him back to reality

“Look y/n I don’t know how to use words correctly, clearly… but what I’m trying to say to you is true and it’s coming from the depths of my heart”

you were still puzzled on what he is trying to refer to but you hoped it would involve him finally confessing his feelings to you

“colbs it’s okay”

that nickname.. that nickname always put him in a trance when you say it.

Colby took a deep breath and proceeded to look at you with his icy blue eyes

“y/n I should’ve never let you walk out that night… I wanted to chase after you but I was too much of a coward to go. Y/n you mean everythi- no you are everything to me”

he paused

you were shocked by his words.. trying to come up with something to say quickly before the moment left

“and I- I love you… more then you know. please y/n..”

he grabbed your hands and made you look at him. You were still trying to find words because you felt the same way, you were happy he finally was able to tell you the words you wanted to hear for so long…

“Colby…”

he waited with pleading eyes, finally being able to touch you after what felt like an eternity, but something in your eyes said something else.

“please y/n”

why can’t you say yes? What is holding you from saying yes?! You thought it would be easier now that it was out in the open, but it’s not and it’s hurting you because now you can’t find the words.

“i don’t know what to say”

“say yes…”

your lip trembled, eyes felt watery from the salted tears that were dreading to come out

“but I’m scared… I’m scared to try”

“me too but together we can figure it out, we will work it out because I believe in us. Please y/n I’m begging… let’s try it together”

his words were just the right words to feel at ease, you were scared but if being scared with Colby meant that you would finally be with him. So be it

“okay… let’s try… together”

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[chahnniesroom]

till death do us part

[a collection of skz x reader fics]

to have and to hold - chan x reader | fluff

from this day forward - hyunjin x reader | fluff | 1.7k

hyunjin and you have a tradition of trying to surprise each other with little things. he's a bad liar, but you love him all the same.

for better, for worse pt 1 / pt 2 - minho x reader | angst | 3.5k

an arranged marriage is anything but ideal. minho knows that when it comes to his role as a husband, he's lacking, but you haven't exactly been the perfect wife either. a phone call from you leads to a shift in priorities.

for richer, for poorer - chan x reader | angst/fluff | 3.4k

gift giving has always been something you’ve agonised over. for chan, just having you in his life is enough.

in sickness and in health - seungmin x reader | fluff | 2.1k

you're the most important thing in seungmin's life, of course his biggest fear would be losing you. it means that taking care of you when you're not feeling well comes naturally.

to love and to cherish - minho x reader | fluff

a/n: this is a collection of short fics where the titles are based on traditional wedding vows, however it doesn't necessarily mean the skz x reader relationship is a married couple. this is a place for me to post short fics or fics that i would normally want to be one scene/chapter in a longer fic, but i don't have the inspiration or motivation to write that longer fic. you can also read this on ao3. please enjoy!

taglist: please reply to this post, dm me, or send in a question if you'd like to be added to the taglist for this series! i also have a permanent taglist that you can be added to :)

[chahnniesroom masterlist]

#till death do us part collection #chahnniesroom #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #skz x you #skz fluff #skz angst #stray kids fluff #stray kids angst #skz au #skz fic #stray kids #skz

[gyuhanniescarat]

mr. (not so) perfectly fine | Wen Junhui | Masterlist

: ̗̀➛ summary: Junhui the campus heartthrob and infamous frat boy thinks he knows all there is to know about matters of love and lust. But, through a fucked ass bet with his frat bros, as the weather starts dwindling down and the emotionally charged season picks up, Junhui learns the hard way that matters of love and lust aren't to be played with.

: ̗̀➛ pairing: fuckboy!junhui x naïve!virgin!fem!reader

: ̗̀➛ genre: porn with HELLA PLOT (minors dni! — If you’re not 18+, then see yourself to the door), university!au, goofy comedy, cheesy fluff, angst

: ̗̀➛ rating: (M) 18+ (chapters containing explicit contents will be marked as so)

: ̗̀➛ warnings: fake dating, university!au, junhui's an egotistical asshole at the beginning (my huihuis i'm sorry plz don't k*** me), junhui is slightly aged down (by 2 years), frat and sorority life, loads of stereotypical fall time college activities, mentions of drinking/alcohol consumption. any names of other idols are considered to be OC's/face claims. see individual chapters for a more detailed list of warnings.

: ̗̀➛ collective word count: estimated 20k(+)

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[sailor-aviator]

Sailor-Aviator's Christmas Writing Challenge

Hello, hello! I wanted to try something a little fun for the holidays, so I figured why not host a little writing challenge! I've never hosted one of these, so this should be fun for all of us! Let's get started!

The Concept

I will have a list of holiday buzzwords with three slots available! Once all three slots are taken, then that's it! No more entries will be allowed for that word/phrase! As much as I love the holidays, I don't want to read twenty fics about the first snow. Just send me a DM/Ask letting me know that you want to participate and which word/phrase you'll be using and with which TGM character!

The Rules

You may sign up for more than one slot as long as there are slots available. However, you can not take up two slots for the same word/phrase.

Tag your fics appropriately! (Angst, smut, fluff, warnings, etc.)

18+ ONLY!

This can be a series, a one-shot, moodboards, or even a collection of drabbles! Just have fun with it!

You MUST use your word/phrase in some way in the fic. For example, if your word is reindeer, you could write about going to feed reindeer, or you could write about dressing up as a reindeer, or you could write about a reindeer sweater, etc.

HAVE FUN!!!

Your fics (with the exception of series) are due by the end of the day on December 25th!! When you are finished (or started the series/collection), you can shoot me the link so I can tag it below. Also, please tag me in the fic and tag the challenge! The more the merrier!

Tagging who I think might be interested: @goldenseresinretriever @bobgasm @hangmansgbaby @jupitercomet @mamachasesmayhem @seresinhangmanjake @blue-aconite @rosedurin but obviously anyone is free to join!

Word/Phrases below the cut!

Santa Claus

@number-0-iz w/ Jake Seresin

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Reindeer

@garfield-mug w/ Jake Seresin

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Sleigh

seresinsbrat w/ Bradley Bradshaw

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Cookies - Closed

@seresinhangmanjake w/ Bradley Bradshaw

@shinycupcakebaker w/ The Dagger Squad

@the-aspiring-fanfic-writer w/ Jake Seresin

Presents

@sweetwhispersofchaos w/ Bradley Bradshaw and Jake Seresin

Merry Christmas, Dad by @seresinsbrat w/ Bradley Bradshaw

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Holly

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Wreath

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Christmas Lights

@goldenseresinretriever w/ Bradley Bradshaw

garfield-mug w/ Bob Floyd

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Candle

the-aspiring-fanfic-writer w/ The Daggers

@bluezraven w/ Jake Seresin

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Bow

@mamachasesmayhem w/ Jake Seresin

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Jack Frost

Til the Summer Comes Again by @sailor-aviator w/ Bob Floyd

12 Days of Ficmas by @callsign-phoenix w/ Jake Seresin

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Christmas Eve

@nicestgirlonline w/ Jake Seresin

Firefigher!Bradley by @jupitercomet w/ Bradley Bradshaw

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Christmas Morning

Merry Christmas, Darlin by seresinsbrat w/ Bob Floyd

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Mistletoe - Closed

goldenseresinretriever w/ Jake Seresin

number-0-iz w/ Bradley Bradshaw

@aworldinsideaperson w/ Bob Floyd

Caroling

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Scrooge - Closed

Have a Cup of Cheer by @dingochef w/ Jake Seresin

jupitercomet w/ Jake Seresin

number-0-iz w/ Bob Floyd

Elves

callsign-phoenix w/ Bob Floyd

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Ornaments

callsign-phoenix w/ Jake Seresin

@myfaveficrecs w/ Bob Floyd

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Bells

Jingle of the Bells by seresinhangmanjake w/ Jake Seresin

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Stocking

@mikpieboo w/ Bob Floyd

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Snowball

@a-reader-and-a-writer w/ The Dagger Squad

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Chimney

a-reader-and-a-writer w/ Bradley Bradshaw

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Eggnog

Baby, It's Cold Outside by @killthewhisperingart w/ Bradley Bradshaw

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Candy Cane - Closed

@blackwidownat2814 w/ Jake Seresin

Candy Cane Kisses by aworldinsideaperson w/ Jake Seresin

Oh Baby, Baby Merry Christmas @callsigns-haze w/ Jake Seresin

Nutcracker

sailor-aviator w/ Bradley Bradshaw

@sweetwhispersofchaos w/ Natasha Trace and Bob Floyd

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Gingerbread

the-aspiring-fanfic-writer w/ Bob Floyd

bluezraven w/ Bob Floyd

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Snow

@alegendoftomorrow w/ Natasha Trace

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Hot Chocolate

@devil-angel-winchester w/ Jake Seresin

@shinycupcakebaker w/ Bob Floyd

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Snowman

@its-the-pilot w/ Bradley Bradshaw

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Nativity

Silent Night, Joyful Hearts by seresinsbrat w/ Jake Seresin

@saltsicklover w/ Bob Floyd

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Christmas Tree

sailor-aviator w/ Jake Seresin

Oh Christmas Tree by @rockstxr-x w/ Jake Seresin

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Fireplace

saltsicklover w/ Jake Seresin

Delightful by @roosteraloha w/ Bradley Bradshaw

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Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer

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Coal

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Midnight Mass

If December Never Ends by its-the-pilot w/ Bradley Bradshaw

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Advent Calendar

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Grinch

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Ice Skating - Closed

alegendoftomorrow w/ the Dagger Squad

@goldenseresinretriever w/ Bradley Bradshaw

seresinsbrat w/ Jake Seresin

Pointsettia

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Ribbon

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Shephard

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Sweater

goldenseresinretriever w/ Jake Seresin

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Toys

seresinsbrat w/ Jake Seresin

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Wrapping Paper

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Chestnuts

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"'Tis the Season"

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"Merry Christmas"

alegendoftomorrow w/ Bradley Bradshaw

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"Bah, humbug!"

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[hannie-dul-set]

모기 / MOGI — [preview].

SYNOPSIS. in which all of your life, you and beomgyu have been stuck together like glue whether you liked it or not. and as much as you want to change that, life seems to have different plans.

PAIRING. choi beomgyu x female! reader. GENRE. childhood friends to not quite friends (derogatory) to not quite friends (endearment), romance, humor, very light-barely there angst, pining idiots, college! au with flashes to high school, featuring an ensemble of 01z idols. WARNINGS. swearing, many many (fake) death threats, so much secondhand embarrassment, mentions of sex, might add more as i go on. WORD COUNT. preview: 1.1k | full fic: est. 12k.

RELEASE DATE. within october. TAGLIST. send an ask/dm/reply to be added.

NOTE. haha here we go again. promise this one will be out within the month 😭😭 didn't know how to label this because they start as not quite enemies and end up as not quite lovers but it's in that scheme of things HHAHAHAHA. mogi means mosquito in korean (beomgyu. beomgyu is the mosquito). thank u google translate. hope you enjoy!

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YOU DON’T LIKE CHOI BEOMGYU. He’s been a thorn in your side for as long as you can remember— a far too nimble mosquito for you to catch and swat away, constantly buzzing around your ears like a mild annoyance. Mild, but annoying all the same.

The problem is, you can’t get rid of him. Not when both your families have been friends before either of you were even born. Not when you’ve been half-living in his house for the better part of your life and he’s been half-living in yours. Not when you’ve always been magically assigned to the same class for twelve god damned years and somehow, you’re now even set out to go to the same university.

It’s like the world just wants to stick the both of you together.

“Hey, fuckface.”

“What do you want, dipshit?”

Unfortunately for the world, you don’t want the same thing.

“Remember when I hauled your ass to the emergency room after you broke your leg at the skatepark in 9th grade?”

Beomgyu lets out a grunt upon hearing your question at the same time as he drops down to the ground with a thunk on the playground seesaw. “Right. That happened.” It’s late at night, the streetlights are dimming, and it’s a week before high school graduation. Not the most appropriate time to be playing around the kid-sized rides tucked in the corner of your apartment complex, but things have been penting up, and there currently seems to be no better way to deal with your physical and emotional exhaustion than by being sprung up to the air, down, and back up again.

“You also said— whoa!” You glue your feet firmly to the chalky ground before dangling your legs up once more. “You also said you’d do anything I ask after saving your ass. I’m here to collect your debt.”

The next instance, you aren’t see’d or saw’d back up. Beomgyu stays grounded, looking at with an expression you can only describe as oozing of suspicion. It is weird, you have to admit, bringing up a spur of a moment promise he made three years ago, possibly under the influence of anesthetics. You’d be suspicious of yourself, too. “Alright,” he relents after a long moment of thought. Beomgyu leans forwards, resting his arms over the seesaw handle and burying his chin into his sleeves. “Spit it out. What do you want? I’ll buy it for you.”

You press your lips together. “It’s not something you can buy.”

Now, that definitely doesn’t help your case. Your crypticness is causing his brows to furrow, and Beomgyu is deep in thought wondering what the hell kind of favor your fucked up head is thinking of (especially after the shrimp incident). You can save him from misery and just spit it out right then and there, but it’s not easy for you to pull out of your mouth either. Once this night is over, your throat will be littered with sores and cuts and it’ll all be self inflicted.

“Wait.” Beomgyu suddenly jolts up and sits straight, causing the seesaw to wobble a little. His ears are peeking out the mess of his hair. It’s already way past the school policy length— a privilege of a graduating student, he says. And despite the shadowed sky cloaking the playground lot, you can clearly see the tinge of red painting the thin skin. What is he thinking? you narrow your eyes at him. The blush has spread all over his neck. "You—you—you’re not trying to ask—”

“Beomgyu,” you cut him off, sparing him from an aneurysm. “We’re starting college next month, right?”

His expression tells you he’s completely missed the mark. “Yeah...?” he sounds out, confusion riddled in his tongue. You bite down yours— an early repentance before finally throwing it out in the air.

“Can you do me a favor?” you squeak out. “Can you pretend like you don’t know me?”

Quiet washes over. You preemptively wince, expecting the impending torrent of swear words from your friend, but he doesn’t say anything. He says nothing for a long while, filling the quiet with tension-filled agony before finally saying, “I don’t understand.”

You swallow down a lump in your throat.

“What are you saying?”

There are uneasy creaks on the hinges of the seesaw set, as if it’s unsure whether to go up or down. The scent of iron seeps into your palms with how tightly you’re holding the handle. “Please pretend like we aren’t friends when we enter university,” you inhale sharply. “Better yet, act like you don’t know me at all, okay? Treat me like I was a ghost and I’ll do the same with you.” 

You don’t have the guts to look Beomgyu in the eye. You train your eyes to the graveled ground and hold in your breath, listening as the creaks of the rusty hinges slowly come to a still. He’s not saying anything. He isn’t saying anything and you’re starting to grow scared.

The seesaw finally stops rocking, and you finally hear Beomgyu’s response—

“Fine.”

—all while your ass gets dropped to the ground with an even louder thunk when Beomgyu gets off the damned thing. You let out a yelp as your body gets jerked back by the sudden recoil. 

“Hey!” you yell out, stumbling to get off the seesaw in a panic because he’s starting to walk. “Choi Beomgyu— wait up!”

“What?” he snaps his head back, and you flinch. He doesn’t look great. He doesn’t look happy at all. Guilt overhauls your entire being with a single, ringing punch and your tongue is weighed down by sand and soot and it’s difficult to swallow without the threat of choking. “I thought you wanted me to pretend like I don’t know you?”

You frown. “I did, but I didn’t mean it to be—”

Words fail when he turns his back to you once again. You can’t say anything. You can’t bring it in you to justify yourself. You can’t even find the shame to call him back. So all you can do is watch as Beomgyu slowly disappears into the evening, leaving behind more things in the playground than just you.

It’s fine, you inhale sharply. You can give him some space tonight and just talk it out on the way to school tomorrow. And it’s not like you didn’t expect him to be mad at you. It just hurt a lot more than you thought it would.

“I’ll see you tomorrow!” you yell at his disappearing figure.

It stings, sure. But still. It’s something you feel like you need to do, because you don’t like Choi Beomgyu, and all the things he’s cost you.

모기 / MOGI. © hannie-dul-set, 2023.

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Chapter Five

no-outbreak!Joel Miller x f!oc

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warnings: 18+ heavy angst, references to past injury related to DV

a/n: so we are in for another heavy sitting. as always, my goal is always truth, nothing gratuitous, but honest. my DMs are always open, I'd love to hear what you're thinking about this one.

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And on this bed there lyeth a knight

His wound is bleeding day and night

By his bedside kneeleth a maid

And she weepeth both night and day

Corpus Christi Carol - Jeff Buckley

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Suicide watch. When he first moved out here, those were the two words he was offered about the month of January. The darkest, meanest, coldest stretch of winter. Spring isn’t even a promise yet, and any warmth, any light from the glow of the holidays has already flickered and faded out. A lonely time, a time when people start thinking about things they shouldn’t. A time to check on your neighbors when you can, when the snow lets up and parts clear enough to venture out on the roads, at least. But for now, everything is close and quiet and white, a sheer wall of wind and freeze when they trudge out in the mornings to check on the chickens and the sheep.  Always quick to shirk and shiver back inside, the promise of a near-continuous fire and coffee that stings warmth back into fingers,

Sarah came home for Christmas, another strange explaining, maneuvering and moving around the fact of the friend, right, friend, staying with Joel. A swell of pride when his daughter was gracious about it, if not a little smug, knowing smiles when Dolores wasn’t looking that Joel refused to indulge. Everyone making careful room for each other around the dining table until, by the end of the week, New Year’s flirting, it wasn’t careful anymore, just care. Definitely on purpose, Sarah saying something more like see you later rather than goodbye to Dolores. A promise and a prayer for her lonely father. Another thing he heard when he first moved out here from his daughter over the phone. Worry, I’m worried, dad, it’s lonely out there, lone and alone out there.

But he’s not alone, not lone, and certainly not lonely. Learning, the both of them. What he thought would be two steps back had been more like a stopped breath, quick to catch itself and keep humming. Because she stayed, is staying. For the winter, at least. But for now, spring is so far away, so he can allow for this to feel like a staying. Like something has changed, and it has.

When did it change, he isn’t sure. Early December, her still collecting all the tender angles of herself, that terrible thrum of bruise still healing around her throat. Middle of the night and he heard something, the creak  of floorboards jumping his heart hot and to the hilt of his chest. Bleary, both of them, he found her tucking up into the corner of the couch, something dark pulling around her eyes. He had asked her if she was alright all on one quiet exhale. She started to speak, then stopped herself, taking her bottom lip between her teeth as if to dam the words back. Maybe a breath, maybe two, and she finally told him that her room was too cold and that she would just sleep on the couch, really, no worry, really. But he knew that she wouldn’t, all those mornings in the beginning, finding her folded in on herself, awake and unblinking, on alert. Easier, maybe, for her to say that her room was too cold, to call it something else, even when they both knew what it was. 

And he knows for certain now, because now,  when night pulls a heavy pall down over the mountains, they both toe their way upstairs, a careful accounting of space when they slip into bed. His side, her side. She cries in her sleep, small, broken sounds that rouse him. She kicks in her sleep, thrashes and jerks, and he lets her. Takes every small hurt she could possibly lay upon him, and doesn’t make a sound. He hasn’t decided if it would be better to wake her when it happens. It always passes. Always, eventually, her hand finding some part of him, clutched in the thin fabric of his t-shirt, or caught around his arm. And it passes, quietly, carefully, bodies curling around each other, nothing ever said about it in the morning. By the time Sarah came to visit, a conversation about who would get the guest room didn’t even have to happen. It had already changed by then. 

But tonight it isn’t cry or combat that wakes him. It’s her, well awake and shaking his shoulder, her eyes shining in the pale slant of moonlight. He murmurs, quiet, what, what is it?  Slow to sit up and fumble with the lamp on his nightstand, finally awake enough to fully see her, kneeling in a rumpled nest of sheets on her side of the bed, her hands dropping in her lap in an anxious twist.

“I have a feeling.” It takes his mind a moment to configure those words into any meaning. A feeling, right. She’s been anxious all week, lingering in the barn with Avril and Lucy, had even called the vet of her own accord, asking if he was sure that it would be another few weeks until it was time. He was sure, but Dolores wasn’t.

“Okay.” No questioning it, he’s already unfolding himself from bed and stumbling around the room to get enough clothes on to keep him warm when they trudge out to the barn. She quietly follows suit. 

Snow has a way of turning everything silent. When it’s this cold, the flakes coming down are more like fluff, a constant blink to clear them from his eyes as their boots sink and slurry into the thick muffle of it. Dolores is undeterred by any of it, a few paces ahead of him, already slipping through the barn door before he can help her open it. 

Of course, she was right, somehow. He hears it before he sees it. The doleful bleating of a very ancient pain, an understood pain. The ewe is laying on her side, lifting her head with a despondent huff from time to time, lips curling back to loosen another moan. As if they know, the rest of the flock huddles away from the corner she has nestled down in, nervous chatterings and thumps of hooves in the dim light of the barn. 

There’s no hesitation in how she kneels down alongside the animal, palm to stomach, a smooth circle through her thickening wool. Joel knows that the ewe will do this all on her own, that, unless something goes wrong, they could have stayed in bed and waited until the morning to greet whoever is coming without the viscera of this moment. But he doesn’t say a thing, hangs back with the rest of the herd and lets her murmur quiet comforts to Lucy. 

It isn’t much longer before there is a body, slick and slight, tucked behind its mother. It is perfect, curled on its side, cream coat, and so impossibly small. It is not moving, and Joel knows that life must move, quickly, and as soon as possible. But it does not move, does not cry, does not unfold its thin legs. 

Something that Joel had failed to tell Dolores. An intentional failure. Something that the vet had told him. This was Lucy’s first time lambing, only one, they had discovered through the thick thrum of an ultrasound. A warning, a preparing, that the first is always uncertain, always a question mark. That afternoon, when he picked Dolores up from work and she asked him what the vet said, perfect hope rounding her cheeks, how could he do anything other than lie to her? And now, oh, how he regrets that. His fault, her hope, his fault. 

She shuffles over on her knees to the quiet, unbeating body, and she knows immediately. He can see the quick jolt of knowing pass through her, a tensing, a turning inward. 

“I–” That is all she manages to get out, her hand doing something that looks like reaching or grasping, suspended somewhere in the air between herself and the lamb. And Joel is going to have to lie to her again. A gruesome thing, what must be done when something like this happens. A body cannot just be a body, and it certainly cannot be treated like one. It had made him feel sick when the vet first told him what must be done to something small and unmoving to protect the rest of the flock.

“We need to call the vet, he’ll come make sure Lucy’s okay and take the body–”

“What?”  It startles him, the loudest she’s ever spoken to him, a clipped bark of a question, her head jerking around to look at him with narrowed eyes. Made even more striking by the strange scar of pain that rasps in her voice now. He has to swallow hard before he answers.

“The vet, he’ll take the–”

“No, he’s not taking anything.” She sets her jaw in a firm line when she finishes speaking, and Joel still finds himself stunned by this steeled resolve of hers, trying to stay gentle, careful with what he says.

“Dove, it’s not safe to leave it in here with the rest of the flock.”

“I’m not going to leave it in here, Joel. I’m going to bury it.” She glances back at the lamb, its mother still laying in a slump of exhaustion, nearly as unmoving as it is, save for the soft rise and fall of breath. And Dolores is already getting up before he can say anything else, shrugging out of her coat and laying it out in the hay, careful hands cupping around the fact of the lamb’s body, his protests die in his throat as he watches how gently she wraps it in the fabric, some sort of makeshift funeral shroud. She cradles the bundle in one arm, like a gift, like a child, and she spares no attention to Joel as she walks past him, plucking a shovel from the wall of the barn before shouldering her way back out into the night. All he can do to dumbly follow after her.

It’s insane, and frankly, it’s stupid. A good couple inches of snow on the ground, the frozen solid ground. Dark for miles save for the cast of light from the front porch of the house. Yet Dolores moves with a schooled purpose, like she knows just the spot, like there is a place for something like this, out behind the house. 

Well below freezing, and she’s no longer wearing a coat, but there is no hesitation to her movements, how carefully she sets the small bundle down in the snow, and how decisively she drives the shovel down through the frozen layers, the clean slice of sound when she sinks it into the dirt. There will be no arguing with something like this. She is ready, hackles raised when he says her name, fierce eyes and the hard jut of her chin, all slanted in the shadows of the dim light bleeding out from the house. But he is not looking to stop her, not looking for a fight, only to offer her his jacket. 

“I’ll go get the other shovel.” And so he does. And so they dig. And so it is a tedious, terrible task. Snot freezes to his face, tears too. His whole body moves past the shake of it, a resignation to the cold, muscles locking up close and tight. Neither of them say a thing, the hard pant of their breath getting swallowed up by the snow. 

Eventually, there is a hole in the ground that is big enough for the lamb. She does that thing again, that near-painful thing to watch, how she cradles the body close to her chest, like a mother, like she knows exactly what to do in a situation where nothing could possibly be a right answer. And a small part of him wonders if the way she moves comes from something in her past. Care that once was, and no longer is. 

By the time the earth has been turned over fresh and lifted where they buried the lamb, the sun is sending the first stream of milky light down the face of the mountain. Both of them too cold to do much more than prop the shovels against the side of the house and crawl inside, instant relief in the fast flood of heat. Dolores wordlessly shuffles into the bathroom downstairs, the shower starting to run as Joel calls the vet. He’s too tired, and too cold, to give the vet much more of an explanation than that the lamb has been taken care of, and that Lucy needs checked out. He hangs up before any questions can be asked. 

Everything smarts and stings under the heat of a shower, and when he gets out, skin pink and singing with it, he can see through the crack of his bathroom door that she has gotten back into bed, turned away from him on her side, sheets pulled up tight, one hand clutching at them to keep them up over her shoulder. And it seems like the best idea, really, to try to put a few unconscious hours between them and what just happened, so he pulls on a clean t-shirt and boxers, and joins her. He turns on his side, hands kept close to his body, the slightest bend in his knees so that they won’t brush against hers. Her eyes are open, palm tucked under her cheek, unwavering gaze that he gives back to her.

“Are you okay?” 

“I think it was a girl.” When she speaks as quietly as she does now, everything starts to rasp a little, and he has to wonder if it isn’t painful, the sound of struggle present and clear. 

“I’m sorry, Dovey.” Because it is certainly painful for him, a thick flood of tears gripped in his throat. Something nearly loosens in his chest when she lays the gentlest palm on his cheek, her thumb stroking just beneath his eye, like she can feel the salt collecting there, soothing it away. 

“I am too.” He could tell her that she has nothing to be sorry for, but he knows that isn’t what she means. Sorry for the situation, sorry for what had to be done. His sorry, something else. Sorry that protection seems to always turn into something sour. Sorry that he can’t seem to get it right for her. They curl their sorry around each other. For the first time like this, conscious closeness. He lets her lead, shifting closer only when her fingers curl in the front of his t-shirt, draping a careful arm around her waist, only letting it rest there when the quick tensing of her body smoothes out. 

How long does it take? For them to fit all the pieces of themselves together. A slow process, a small process, muscle shifting and shaping around muscle until her nose is pressed in the center of his chest, and his palms have spanned the slope of her spine. 

Sleep, he finds, comes easily like this.

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The vet comes later in the day, a merciful break in the snow. Lucy is fine, he says,  just an unlucky first season. Dolores doesn’t speak to the man, but keeps close, arms crossed over her chest and mouth screwed to the side. 

There is just enough daylight left for them to go into town after the vet leaves, groceries and the library, and Joel using whatever will he has left to not ask  the question that has been chewing at the edges of his mind since last night. No good way to ask it, no right way, wanting to know where she learned to care like that, pretty certain that he already does. 

Until unfortunately, after dinner, on the couch, the words find their awkward way out of his mouth. A question that’s more like observation. She sighs. 

And he learns that hers is a phantom care. Something that could have been, but wasn’t. Something that she didn’t let get far enough for it to become another thing shackling her to husband. How often small things, cared-for things, become pawns, become lock and key and chain. How quickly love can get used against us. No, she did not let that happen. 

“Did he know?”

“He knew nothing.”  They sit on the couch side by side, close enough that her shoulder brushes against his with every small shift she makes. So when he asks her how she managed that, she doesn’t look at him when she answers, eyes turned down to her hands in her lap.

“I caught it early, so it was simple.” He nearly laughs, because what else could he do with the sick feeling her words swirl in his stomach? Nothing about this is simple, no matter how hard she tries to convince him that it is, tries to convince herself that it is. What gets saved, and what must be lost. 

“Dove.” Quiet and small, she makes an indignant noise in the back of her throat at the way he says it.

“Don’t, Joel. I don’t regret what I did.”

“I didn’t say that you should.”

“Well, I don’t.” Anger, that’s what this is. What it has been since last night. He hasn’t seen her angry, not before this. Like she doesn’t quite know what to do with it, fists bunched up, knuckles tightening over and over again, on the brink of tears. 

He can, he thinks that he knows he can, that she will not recoil if he does. Though he still moves slowly, plenty of space and time for her to give him no. But she doesn’t, lets him smooth out the tight furl of one of her hands with his. Fingertip to fingertip, every line in his palm pressed to hers. 

There is nothing that he could say. And there is no making this right, any of it. But he can hold it for her, right here, in his palm. 

She has managed to sustain this anger for long enough that he can see the fatigue starting to slip in around the edges of it. The pained pinch between her brow, and the way she keeps letting out little huffs that are starting to sound more like sighs. He sits with her, watches and waits for it to turn from simmer to slump. And when it does, he is ready to tuck her into his side, and she is ready to allow it. 

“I don’t like that vet.” Said with a weak breath of a laugh, he can feel the small jump of it in her ribs pressed into the side of his.

“He’s just doing his job.”

“I know, I still don’t like him.”

“Then I don’t like him either.” He thinks he can see a smile trying not to curl in the corner of her mouth. Like bird or butterfly, some rare and winged miracle in her palm settling on his thigh, soothing a circle into the fabric of his jeans. Her care, and how she shows it. 

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It’s another week before Avril gives birth. Two perfect girls that come in the middle of the day. They meet them in the evening, just home from work, Dolores always heading to the barn first before anything else, still in her uniform. The rest of the herd steps aside, something dignified in how they part around her to let her into the barn, clear now who they really answer to these days. For every martyr there is mercy, and it comes in the sight of two small, uncertain bodies, stumbling over each other, still tinged pink around their young angles, already nursing sure and strong  from their mother. 

He knows that these lambs can be sold for slaughter. Small, unknowing bodies are worth so much, after all. But he has never had the stomach to do it, something that will soon be a problem with how the flock continues to grow year after year. Maybe he will just build a bigger barn when the time comes for it.

“Will you name them?” She’s pleased with his question, he can tell, a smile over her shoulder for him. She names the one with a blot of black on her nose Punch, and the one with ears pink as shells Judy. A peculiar harkening to those old, slapstick puppet shows, though maybe it’s fitting with the way the lambs shove and stutter into each other, still learning grace. 

Dolores maintains a distance of respect, her arms clasped around her middle, intent to watch new mother and daughters figuring each other out for the first time. Not wanting to disturb, Joel murmurs something about starting dinner, only a faint nod from her as he steps out of the barn. 

He has gotten better in the kitchen these days, Dolores showing him how, to the point that dinner is almost ready by the time she comes inside. Her cheeks are flushed down by frost and something else, something that’s rounding them up until her eyes crinkle. Warmth floods in his chest at the sight. 

“I could watch them all night, but I don’t think Avril would appreciate that.” 

“She’s always tended toward the fiercer side, but I reckon she wouldn’t mind your company.” Because he certainly wouldn’t, not ever. Never minding, not with her. 

When they sit down to dinner, it’s intentional, the way he keeps his chair tucked in a little closer so that his knees brush against hers under the table. If she notices, if it bothers her, she doesn’t show it, cheek propped in palm, all the ways this is different now. Puts her elbows on the table now. Takes a bite before he does now. Small, contented sounds in the back of her throat now, a swell of pride that he did okay for her. 

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“I need to buy a new coat.” 

“Alright, then you and I are gonna have that talk.” That talk, the one he promised to Patty two months ago. He’s done a good job of avoiding her, blame it on the weather, blame it on the holidays, on business that no one in this town can really lay claim to. But he had to come in, because he needs a new coat, happy to give his old one to Dolores, who seemed glad enough to be wearing it that he wouldn’t imagine ever asking for it back. Or maybe he’s the one glad enough that she’s wearing it. Either way, there was no more avoiding Patty, a new coat too needed. 

Easy enough to find something that fits, something warm enough, it’s the rest that he’s worried about. Maybe not worried, but resigned. Because with Patty, there is never anything except for the truth. 

It all comes out slowly, a bit awkward. After all, Joel has been telling many lies lately. But he tells it all to her, sitting in the backroom of the shop, surrounded by the sweet, soft smell of old clothes. And when he finishes speaking, Patty sits back, silent for a moment, nodding, the lines around her mouth deepening in a tight purse.

“And that’s all of it?” 

“Yes.” 

“And he’s not coming back?”

“No.”

“Who else knows?”

“No one, just you.” 

“Jesus, Joel.” Like a scolded child, the fact of the mess he has made finally faced by someone else. And it is a mess, he knows that. That doesn’t make him want it any less. 

“Does she plan on staying?” A question he wasn’t prepared for, because he has been battering it away to the edges of his mind, not letting it seep in. A good question, one he cannot answer. Patty sighs when he says nothing in reply. 

“Is she okay?”

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I am.” Yes, he can answer that with perfect confidence. Even with everything that isn’t right, that hasn’t been right, he knows that Dolores is okay. That, at the very least, something he can be sure of, make sure of.

“Well, okay then.” It is left at that. Because, somehow, Patty understands. And he’s pretty sure that a handy majority of the people in town would understand too, not that he is eager to test that theory. It takes something happening to move to a town like this. It takes something happening to choose a town like this. It takes something happening to get out, and not look back. 

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Something has changed again. Still the shared, quiet ascent upstairs at night. Except now, there is no his side, and there is no her side. They are still slow about it, shy about it, but eventually, every night, their bodies relearn the boundaries of one another, seeking out the softest parts, the places that will give to a gentle palm or a tired cheek. Sometimes, she still cries, the small shake of it beneath his hands, over his ribs. But there’s no more thrashing, no more dormant violence. Maybe she just needed something to hold onto. 

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Your Pal’s Hayden Review: Higher Ground

What? Yes. I’m going to take a second away from my 24/7 Ewan obsession to throw a little love Hayden’s way and talk about Higher Ground. I had heard a lot about the series before I decided to check out the series and I’m so glad I did. It can be really difficult to track down but right now it’s streaming for free for a limited time on the CW website (and app) as well as tubi.

TLDR: I highly recommend a watch for a great Hayden performance in an angst ridden, emotional teen drama about kids working through their trauma in a therapeutic wilderness school. Many many content warnings for difficult topics and content warnings after my general review below the cut.

This was seriously the role Hayden was born to play. He plays a broken, sulky teen who lashes out in flashes of anger before he breaks down and cries AKA he is modern AU Anakin. It’s no wonder he was cast as Anakin after his work on this. His performance is emotional and vulnerable and shattered my heart multiple times.

The show is never quite able to make the viewer forget that they’re watching a teen drama with a cast of actual teens playing the teenage characters filmed in the year 2000, but I was able to forgive it for it’s occasionally overacted and/or not quite realistic dialogue and key moments accompanied by in your face soundtrack choices to pump up the drama and I think you will too. A very diverse collection of issues that impact real teens but are rarely talked about were depicted surprisingly realistically and sensitively. I was really impressed that the show consistently emphasized - over and over again - that the traumas the kids went through that were behind the problematic behaviors that landed them in their one stop shop rehab/intensive therapy/social and life skills group/high school program were not their fault, but only they could be responsible for how they coped and chose to go forward with the rest of their lives. The councilors on the show had healthy, caring, supportive relationships with the kids in their program, and the advice they gave was (generally) actually helpful and real life strategies. What I liked the most about this show was that it was realistic in there is no magic cure or happily ever after, but there is hope and there is healing and there are opportunities for a positive future even when everything is awful.

Content warnings below - feel free to dm if you want more details if you’re considering a watch. Also if you have watched please let me know if I missed any. For the most part these weren’t graphic depictions (they were rated TVPG in 2000) but the emotional impacts and aftermath are focused on in detail and can be very heavy.

- depictions of depression, anxiety, and panic attacks with flashbacks - drug addiction - drug use - overdose death - alcoholism - teen runaway - rape - sexual abuse of a minor - sexual abuse of a minor by a parent - sexual abuse of a minor by a step parent - emotional abuse - gaslighting - abuse allegations being dismissed, not believed - eating disorders - discussions of self harm - graphic depiction of cutting - scenes and discussions of suicide and death - death of a parent - gang involvement - domestic violence - physical abuse - infertility - drowning death - teen prostitution -

#would you like to be sad? if so this is a show for you #your pals Hayden reviews #higher ground #hayden christensen #scott barringer

[g-xix]

AMP Masterlist

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ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ: ᴋᴀɪ ᴄᴇɴᴀᴛ, ᴅᴜᴋᴇ ᴅᴇɴɴɪꜱ, ꜰᴀɴᴜᴍ, ᴀɢᴇɴᴛ ᴢᴇʀᴏ

☁️= fluff, 🔞= smut, 💢 = angst

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!! Send litr anything in thru the inbox n i'll write it (or not)... No promises it'll be done any time soon tho :DD

[UNDER CONSTRUCTION!]

Kai Cenat

🔞"AMP eating out HC's" - Headcannons ab what the AMP (+JiDion) are like giving head "AMP x Harry Potter AU Headcanons" - Headcanons of what the AMP Crew are like in a Harry Potter/Hogwarts alternate universe ⚡

Chrisnxtdoor

Agent00

🔞"AMP eating out HC's" - Headcannons ab what the AMP (+JiDion) are like giving head "AMP x Harry Potter AU Headcanons" - Headcanons of what the AMP Crew are like in a Harry Potter/Hogwarts alternate universe ⚡

Davis

Fanum

🔞"AMP eating out HC's" - Headcannons ab what the AMP (+JiDion) are like giving head "AMP x Harry Potter AU Headcanons" - Headcanons of what the AMP Crew are like in a Harry Potter/Hogwarts alternate universe ⚡

Duke Dennis

🔞"AMP eating out HC's" - Headcannons ab what the AMP (+JiDion) are like giving head "AMP x Harry Potter AU Headcanons" - Headcanons of what the AMP Crew are like in a Harry Potter/Hogwarts alternate universe ⚡

Jidion

🔞"AMP eating out HC's" - Headcannons ab what the AMP (+JiDion) are like giving head

iShowSpeed

"AMP x Harry Potter AU Headcanons" - Headcanons of what the AMP Crew are like in a Harry Potter/Hogwarts alternate universe ⚡

ALL!! - silly little drabbles Jfc Agent is FINE AF"Beta Squad x AMP Last to fall asleep challenge gif collection" "Beta Squad x AMP last to fall asleep challenge camera roll"

looking for someone you can't find? Head back to the main masterlist to check out the other masterlists to see if the person you're looking for is there! Don't be scared to send a message via DMs or thru the inbox if you need any help xx

p.s. Customise which Oneshots YOU want to be tagged in by submitting your preferences on THIS GOOGLE FORM!

#masterlist #amp #amp masterlist #kai cenat #duke dennis #fanum #duke #agent00 #agent #agent 00 #agent z #chrisnxtdoor #davis #imdavisssyt #jidion #demarcus cousins #demarcus cousins the third #agent zero #twitch #youtube #youtuber #twitch streamer #streamer #ishowspeed #speed #amp twitch #amp x reader #kai cenat x reader #duke dennis x reader #fanum x reader

[merwainefest]

MERWAINE FEST 2023 - Starting July 30th - August 5th

tag #merwainefest2023 or this account directly ♥️

FOR FANFIC WRITERS - prompts and/or themes for inspiration:

day one: “i’ve been alone all my life” + angst

day two: “who did this to you?” + hurt/comfort

day three: “i’m not afraid of you.” + bamf!merlin

day four: “you feel like home to me” + protective!gwaine

day five: “i trust you.” + fluff

day six: “who am i?” + angst with a happy ending

day seven: free day♥️

FOR GIFS/ VIDEO/ ART CREATORS - quotes and/or themes for inspiration:

day one: “have you ever been in love? horrible isn't it? it makes you so vulnerable. it opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.” (neil gaiman) + red

day two: poem of your choice + orange

day three: your favorite quote + yellow

day four: “love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.” (robert a. heinlein) + green

day five: “i am not afraid to die; i am only afraid of saying goodbye to you forever.” (shannon l. alder) + blue

day six: song lyrics that screams merwaine + purple

say seven: free day♥️

NSFW IS ALLOWED BUT PLEASE TAG APPROPRIATELY ♥️ ALSO i have an ao3 collection from all the merwaine fests that can be used for this one, too!

as always, if you have any questions and/or concerns, please feel free to either dm this account or my main ( @bellamyblakru ) or drop an ask!! 🥰

#merwaine #merwainefest2023 #merlin x gwaine #merlin #bbc merlin #merlin emrys #gwaine #merlin bbc #fests #merlin fest #merlin fests #merlinfests #tuserkit #southfarthing #alielook #xuserann #userdorksinlove #merlinfest #pandalikeelf #bellamyblakru #merlingifs

[sotwk]

Seeking: Tolkien Comfort Fics

I believe Comfort Fics are so important in the coming cold season, that I've decided to try and compile a list of Tolkien comfort ONE-SHOTS for easy access of readers who need them.

These fics will be collected based on the recommendations of others (no self-recs this time, please). That way, it's confirmed that the fic has truly brought comfort to someone other than the writer.

For this collection, please recommend only Tolkien fics that brought you comfort and meet ALL the following qualifications:

Fandom: all-inclusive Tolkien (Silm, LotR, Hobbit, RoP)

Type: One-shot (for quick and easy consumption; very useful in an anxiety/depressive attack)

Length: min. 1,000 words, max. 6,000 (again, for quick consumption but long enough to hit the spot)

Character: Any

Ship/Pairing: Any, incl. OCs and Readers

Rating: G or PG-13. No graphic sex this time, please.

Genre: Comfort, fluff, and romance preferred. Friendship and family would be awesome!

Content: No heavy angst, violence, or death. No unresolved stress. Happy endings only!

Link source: Ao3 (preferred) or Tumblr

Please send me a link to the fics you are recommending (via this Post (comment or rb), Ask Box, or DM), and I will do the rest!

I hope to compile the list and have it out by Thanksgiving.

Thank you in advance for your help!!! Please reblog/tag others to spread the word!

#lotr #tolkien #the hobbit #silmarillion #rings of power #tolkien fanfiction #lotr fanfiction #lord of the rings #fanfic rec

[fluffystevefest]

Welcome to Fluffy Steve Fest!

It's a go!! Thank you everyone who filled out the interest check or helped share it! ♡

This is a week-long celebration of Steve's birthday and will run from Monday, July 1, 2024 to Sunday, July 7, 2024.

There will be a new theme and four on-theme prompts every day to jumpstart your ideas, as well as extra challenges on the day of Steve's birthday to inspire you to try something new, but you don't need to use them. As long as you create a work that fits the rules & guidelines and post it during the event, it counts and will be included in the event.

Schedule

May 1: Prompts posted

July 1: First day of Fluffy Steve Fest - AO3 collection opens

July 7: Last day of Fluffy Steve Fest

July 10: Roundup of daily masterlists

July 22: (Optional) Last day to post your personal masterlist to be reblogged

Rules

You must be 18+ to participate because there may be mature/explicit themes and works.

Make Steve proud and be respectful! No hate at any step of the way, including kink-shaming, ship-bashing, bullying, harassment, hate speech, and discriminatory behaviour.

No advertisements or works for profit/commercial purposes.

All works must be pro-Steve and Steve-centric. No Steve-bashing will be tolerated - remember that this is a celebration of Steve and your love for him!

Since this is a fluff fest, there should be more fluff than angst, more comfort than hurt, and a happy Steve! For example, while fluff can feature heavy themes, angst without a happy ending or hurt no comfort would not count. Use your best judgement :)

With that being said, please tag your content and warn appropriately. If you're not sure whether something needs tagging, err on the side of caution so that this can be fun and safe for everyone.

In the same vein, please also keep in mind that this is an open event with a mostly unmoderated AO3 collection and you are the best-equipped to be responsible for your experience. Mind the tags and warnings and click away from works that aren't your thing.

Work Guidelines

All work types are accepted, including fics, art, gifs, meta, videos, manips, moodboards, playlists, rec lists, crafts, polls, poems, comic panel edits, podfics (with permission), etc.

There are no work minimums.

Steves from all universes are welcome!

All pairings are welcome!

Posting Guidelines

Share your work here on Tumblr and/or to the Fluffy Steve Fest AO3 collection.

When posting on Tumblr, make sure to tag @fluffystevefest and use the tag #fluffystevefest so your amazing work can be shared! If your work is posted elsewhere, you can share the link to it on Tumblr.

If you are using a theme or prompt of the day, make sure to specify which one(s) you're using and post it on the day of. If you are not using any themes or prompts, feel free to post at any point during the week.

Cross-posting with other events is allowed as long as the other event allows it too!

FAQ

If you have any questions that are not answered by the rules or guidelines, please feel free to DM or send an ask 😊

#steve rogers #steverogersevents #fluffystevefest #trackmarvel #marvel-events-central #mod post

[katiefrog217]

Good Omens Fic + Poetry | Personal Recommendation Masterlist

I said I'd do it, so I'm doing it. For both myself, and so others can enjoy! I'll try to tag the original authors and link any secondaries/people who recommended me the stories!

If you feel so inclined, you may read my own (very long, very angsty) fic: Dubious Excerpts from the Chonicles of a Demon (Retired)

To clarify: this list is going to be a collection of stuff I've personally read/been recommended. I'll try to make sure to tag everyone who owns the fics (if they have a Tumblr) and the people who recommended them to me (if at all). I'll update this list as I go, and might start sorting things into their own posts if it starts to get too long. I'm not going to be able to tag all warnings, so PLEASE HEED the A03 tags!

This list is not meant to play favorites! If I read it and enjoyed it, it will be going on this list. That means the quality may vary, but I think everyone should have a chance to have their work seen! Inevitably though, I will have my favorites, and if I ABSOLUTELY think you should read one, I'll mark in in Green. Everything else will be in Orange for visibility. Anything with NSFW Content will be marked with a (!!!).

If you would like to recommend me a fic (self-promotes welcome and encouraged!), feel free to drop a recommendation here, DM me, or send me an ask if you want to remain anonymous! If you don't see your's here, I haven't gotten to it yet!

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Poetry

@lickthecowhappy does a LOT of poetry for GO, and they have a masterlist on their own blog for their stuff, but my personal favorite is Pour Hot Water Into A Pot With Leaves

This Black Out Poem | Written by @crowleys-bentley-and-plants

Questions (Sonnet No. 2) | Written by @aziraphalesdiaries

This Two Part Poem | Written by @knifeforkspooncup

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Short n' Sweet

Literally anything written by the account @meanwhile-at-the-cottage (Seriously follow them they make my day)

Nada | Written and Recommended by @gabapunk (Pining/Season 3 where you at??)

This One-shot | Written by @bloodashre (Post season 2/ The world is ending but their love is not).

Hazel Storms and Gentle Ormes | Written by @ardentlake and beta read by thatskindarough (Short chapters but cute, Crown Prince Crowley)

His World In Her Hands | Written by @nik-knight to an art post by Camilleflyingrotten (I was genuinely unwell after this one| Azi got hurt and Crowley begs)

Rain In Avalon | Written by SnowFilly1 and recommended by GoodOmensDuh (Long One-shot, Arthurian Times, Intimacy eluded to but nothing explicit)

Cozy Preening | Written by @canadiankazz and recommended by GoodOmensDuh (Not much plot BUT OMG SO CUTE/ Wing preening fluff)

Lord Knows it Would be the First Time | Written and recommended by @knifeforkspooncup (Angst/ But also Fluff / I want these idiots to be ok)

This Silly Story about Unicorns | Written by @brightwanderer (seriously just read it/I cackled really hard/ Crowley can be a dummy and I love that about him)

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Long Fics

And They Were Streamers | Written by @mrghostrat and recommended by HaeMey (Ongoing /Streamer Au / Its got art / KICKING MY FEET I LOVE THEM)

If We've Got Nothing (We've Got Us) | Written by @kedreeva, recommended by someone on Patreon (God POV / Grey Feathers / Medium Length / Old but Good)

Big Name Feelings (!!!) | Written by mrghostrat (Completed / Au/ Skippable NSFW/ Ace Crowley / I've never felt more seen and called out wtf/ I stayed up until 4 am reading it)

Not Light, No Light | Written and recommended by PolarisVega (Their first fic / Season 3 headcanons / Fun Crowley Headcanons)

Demonology and the Tri-Phasic Model of Trauma: An Integrative Approach | Written by mouseonamoose (aka Nnm) and recommended by lickthecowhappy and GoodOmensDuh (Crowley Goes to Therapy / Old but still REALLY good / Pre-season 2 / Super long chapters but very worth)

#good omens #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #fic rec #fic recommendation #Personal List #None of these are mine #But I want to share them #Writers deserve recognition #good omens fanfiction