Achluophobia: Friday

Title: Achluophobia: Friday, Part 1 of 4
Author: @piecesofscully
Rating: PG-13 - Strong R
Timeline: Mid-season 7
Notes:  A HUGE thank you to @bohoartist for holding my hand through writing this, sending encouraging feedback when needed, and just being a badass beta in general.  Media credit to @bohoartist as well. I don’t deserve you.  So much love to @kateyes224 my baeta, for polishing my words and making them better.


Yellowed porch lights from neighboring houses punch orbs of brightness into the colorless night that hangs heavily behind the living room windows.  

“Lindsey!”  Her mother’s voice carries down the stairs to the couch that Lindsey sits on.  Joey, her younger brother, glances at her over his tower of Legos that perches atop the coffee table.  Ignoring his glare, she pulls her comic book closer to her face, her eyes straining to make sense of the jagged lines of the drawings at a too-close distance.

“Linds!”  She hears her mother’s sing-song call again.

“Mom’s calling you, you should answer,” Joey says as he rummages through the plastic toy pieces in front of him, before settling on a long red plank and places it at the top of his creation.  Lindsey chuckles and rolls her eyes as she snuggles herself deeper into the couch cushions.  Her little brother is the personification of innocence with his bright blue eyes and freckled cheeks, both of which lend credence to his invariably angelic attitude.

“She’ll come down and get me if she needs me.”  She can feel his eyes on her still as she nonchalantly flips the page of her book and smirks.  “Lighten up, punk.”

In a flurry, their mother enters the living room with her arms full of dirty laundry and her curly mahogany hair wisping wildly in every direction.  Recently laid off from her job as a bookkeeper, her days are spent doing laundry, meal-prepping for the week ahead, and whirling throughout their house like an F5 tornado with a purpose.

“Didn’t you hear me calling you?”  she asks, her voice as weightless as the flowy blouse she’s donned.

Lindsey shakes her head ‘no’ as her little brother speaks.  “She did.”

“Tattletale,” Lindsey mumbles. Joey shrugs.

Their mother sighs, and then chuckles as she flits around the furniture, dusting here and there with a stray sock.  “Linds, you really need to remember to blow out your candles before falling asleep.  You’re gonna burn the house down.”

“I like the light,” Lindsey responds as she flips a page of her book.

“Well, then we can get you a night-light.  A night-light won’t catch the curtains on fire.”

“Mom!  I’m fifteen, I can’t have a night-light.  If my friends saw that, it would be like freaking social suicide.”

“Language, please,” their mother warns.  “You know I don’t like it when you say freaking.  That’s just another variation of a cuss word, and we don’t talk like that in this house.”

“I have a night-light,” Joey offers.

“You’re eight, no one cares if you have one,” Lindsey replies.

“Linds, being afraid of the dark, at any age, is nothing to be ashamed of,” her mother says as she crouches and begins to pull stray socks from underneath the couch, tucking them to the heap of clothing under her arm.  “I know plenty of adults that sleep with the bathroom light on.”

“I’m not afraid of the dark!”

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||❥ wrong number (m)

h o s h i ! s c e n a r i o

words: 6.5k

genre: ye old smut + sexting and shit 

synopsis: you are dragged to dance class by your friend, but don’t realize the guy she practices with is the same dude you walked in on with another girl at the frat party (yikes)

You shouldn’t have let Mina drag you to her dance studio, instant regret seeping like thick tar through your bones and clumping your insecurities in one erratic bunch. The floors appeared so smooth and polished, the fluorescent lighting casting bright scars to litter the wood and bubble an unwavering taunt about how slippery the surface could be. Mirrors were plastered to the front wall, all spiffy and spotless while intimidatingly large speakers pumped melodies of music into open air.

The principal reason for you winding up in a place like this was because you uttered one mindless sentence, “I mean, I wouldn’t mind learning to dance,” to Mina one afternoon, and since then she’d been dead set about hauling you to the studio she practiced at. It was just after four o'clock as Mina’s grip on your fingers slithered away, leaving you to stand in an empty dressing room while she shed her attire for something more suitable. You had a change of clothes in your bag too, but you were hesitant to slip them on, mostly because one simpering thought was staining the corners of your mind and gnawing at your flesh.

Mina really should have told you earlier she practiced dance with, Kwon Soonyoung, the attractive blonde that you accidentally stumbled in on screwing some girl at a frat party. The memory cut through your brain in a spastic flash, until the only depiction blotching across your eyelids was the girl propped against the bathroom sink, wisps of hair dancing before her face and the obscurities she relentlessly keened. 

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Fan Fic Writer’s Appreciation Day

So today is a day to celebrate some of our favorite writers, so I wanted to share a few of my favorite fics and their author’s!! This will probably mostly be Nursey/Dex, but there will probably be a few other ships thrown in :)

@jayzimmboni - Emily writes such amazing fic??? Like I can’t even deal. This fic about Dex and Nursey sneaking into a competing team’s practice and this “lick the object” one are just two of my favorites (honestly I love everything it’s hard to pick). Check out Emily’s writing tag and AO3.

@chillwhiskey - the literal, actual, Queen of nurseydex, no if’s ands or buts about it. Like… Marissa is what I aspire to be honestly. There’s one fic about Nursey and Lardo getting high that I love, and also this one with Dex actually being confident in his sexuality and Nursey being the one is freak out is great too.  Check out Marissa’s writing tag. 

@holsterr - okay, if you want to read the most beautiful nurseydex fic to ever grace this fandom, for the love of God, please read Cocotte’s fic tending a fire. Life changing, I swear. Check out Cocotte’s AO3 and writing tag.

@unchillnursey - okay like, Feliks has the best headcanons about Dex and Nursey, all day every day, but I BURN every time I read this fake dating Holsom fic. It’s pure fluff and I still start blushing idk what to even tell you guys. Check out Feliks’ creations (art!!/fic!!!/etc!!!) and AO3.

@benjji2795 - TOOLS AND BEARDS, TOOLS AND BEARDS, TOOLS AND BEARDS!!!! Okay no but seriously, one night about 4 months ago I was like… hmmm I kinda like the idea of Nursey and Dex? Let me just mosey on over to the tag. And then I read every single one of Benjji’s fics. In one night. The above screamed about Tools and Beards is a Classic ™ . Check out Benjji’s writing tag and AO3.

@acountrygirlsfun - just… Caitlin is one of my favorite people on this website. Like legit, she is just a fabulous person. I LOVE her fic Summer & Snapchat. Read it, you won’t regret it. Check out Caitlin’s writing tag and AO3.

@petals42 - like Caitlin, I already knew Petals from teen wolf, but Petals’ omgcp writing is SO GOOD LIKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The Holsom Keep It series as well as Ice Crew AU are my favorite fics to read over and over again. Check out Petals’ AO3 and writing tag.

There are so many talented writers in this fandom, and I don’t have the time to do the above for everyone, but I am going to list as many as I can think of here. You all are fabulous, I enjoy your work immensely, and I hope you know you are appreciated!

(in no particular order)

@decsdecksdex, @omgericzimmermann, @ahausonfire, @derek-nursey-nurse, @chilldexie, @le-lex, @foxtrot-thelaxbro, @sadquebecois, @miraculousbitty, @epikegsters, @dazeli, @samwellbittty, @ffffinnigan, @zimsbitty, @dexysnurse, @likeshipsonthesea, @violacakes, @never-been-sane, @justinbirkholtz, @justinbroluransi, @damn-nursey, @holsters-eyeglasses, @someobscurereference, @shittyslardo, @tdkeh, @marswithghosts, @cptnkentparson, @seraphina-snape, @parrishsrubberplant, @legojacques, @alocalband, @loveandallthat7, @nerdfighterwhatevernumbers, @wheeloffortune-design, @pretentiousnursey, @asterlark, @tiptoe39, @demisexualdex, @jacksbits, @dereknursey, @rhysiana, @goodlyomens, @eleanorfenyx, @diamoric-lardo, @wishingonalightningbolt, @nurseydexchow, @zimmermanns, @peanutbittle, @taddietango, @bittyybee, @dexynurse, @puckitall, @thehausghosts, @victory-candescence, @asexualdex, @inevii, @itsacpsideblog, @des-zimbits, @dmnursey, @starks-and-mellarks, @bittybae, @didjamissme, @itsybittle

I’m sure I forgot someone, just know I love everyone in this bar!

||❥ to the moon

s o o n y o u n g // s c e n a r i o 

Originally posted by jongdaeshighnote

word count: 1,618 

genre: soft precious fluff + light mentions of smut 

synopsis: soonyoung has been away for awhile, and upon his return can he only muse over how badly he wants to see you.

✎ so i am definitely still working on that seokmin request, but for the time being here’s some hosh fluff to satisfy. excuse the cheesiness, I HOPE YALL ENJOY AND HAVE A GOOD DAY/NIGHT! 

He shuffled through the doorway with dreariness pulling in the resemblance of ash fingers at his clothing, sinuous grooves of muscle festering up an ache that travelled from the stretch down his thighs to the tautness embedded in his spine. The leather strap that hugged his shoulder slipped like melted butter toward the floor, balled fists rising to rub the heavy quilt of exhaustion from his pretty eyes.

 A certain silence had coalesced with the dimly lit silver that splashed along the apartment walls, tinging the corners of his mind with memories of your arms that were always so tight around his waist, and your scent that wallowed in sweet peach mixed with cream.

The keys pulled out the lock, door clicking shut ever so softly in case you’d slipped between the seams of sheer darkness and calm breathing. He kicked his bag next to the shoe rack while feeling a chill prickle up his neck, remembering how it felt to have your cheek cushioned against his shoulder and strawberry lips lightly brushing the sensitive skin of his neck. 

Your breathing would even sooner than later whenever his hold on you became certain, and he found himself easing back into the silk linen much easier when you had fallen asleep before him. He sauntered over to the fridge to examine the contents, though quelling the growl in his stomach was hardly what he craved, hardly what feathered up his sore muscles and chest of pumping cotton.

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For You? Anything.

Okay…I’ve been getting a couple of requests for an anal smut so here it is! To be honest I’m super nervous about posting it because this is totally new to me! It’s my first ever anal anything so I’m sorry if it’s not that good! Please don’t waste your time reading this smut if you think that anal is gross. As always, constructive feedback is always welcome!




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||❥ amber amongst ash

v e r n o n ! s c e n a r i o

d y s t o p i a n ! a u

Originally posted by lonexsamurai

words: 7.5k

genre: fluff + some minor sadness + cute ending for @hansolmates

synopsis: hansol has finally escaped the chaos that plagues a world long crumbled, his heart beginning to swell for the pretty girl who presents him his new utopian life

Our last utopian seat goes to Hansol Vernon Chwe.”

You read from the slip of thin paper in your fingers, eyes quickly following suit of your words to sift through the crowd of dusky and ravenous looking individuals. They all clumped before you on the platform, each one standing in their own phantom of exhaustion and hopelessness. 

Tattered excuses for cloth rumpled in speckled dirt wrapped their glass bones, skin laced with rough, bumpy callouses, and hair a matted mess that resembled twigs from a birds nest. Not a single drop of spirit could be traced back to their beaded eyes as your voice echoed across a platform only kept aglow by the dull candescence of lanterns, and you suddenly feared for yourself if those faded sources of light were to flicker away.

Suddenly there was a ruffle, a squabble of movement that cut through the dimmed atmosphere. No one was willing to move from their stand on the steel, the boy that was weaselling through the crowd pouring out a litany of anxious apologies until he almost tripped his way to the front. You were lowering the tiny paper to your side as the boy matching the name, Hansol Vernon Chwe, appeared before you, the strap of his bag almost slipping from his shoulder.

“You’re Hansol?”

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Kink #85 - 2:54am

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word count: 2205

Summary: Kink #85, waking up in the middle of the night to have sex and then going back to sleep.

Warnings: None I don’t think! Just smut ;) pretty vanilla smut might I add!

A/N: Please let me know what you think! Whether you thought it was good or not, etc ;)

@but-deans-back-tho @yoursupernaturalsammygirl @ouijawinchester

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Why do I love reading fanfiction?

I love reading, I have always loved reading since I was a little girl. I have read all kinds of styles and genres. I could not name just one favourite book (I have so many).

If my TBR pile was huge when it was just books on paper… I do not want to know the exact number of books that there are in it since ebooks appeared… If they were books on paper, I could be in one of those TV programmes about hoarders! (and let’s not forget audiobooks, they let me keep up with my reading while I do some work, go out for a walk, etc.).

I read because it makes me happy. It makes me think, it makes me smile, it makes me laugh, it makes me cry… it makes me fall in love with fictional characters.

So why do I read fanfiction? Surely I have plenty of published books (”Never enough”, a small voice whispers inside my head…). The reason is simple, for me, fanfiction is what happens when you love some characters and want to write some stories with them because you don’t want their story to end or want to change their story.

Sometimes you are lucky enough to be in a fandom full of great artists, writers, podficcers… so you don’t have to do the writing because there are so many great stories to choose from. I want to thank you all for making me happier, and I’m sorry if I don’t tell you enough.

Thank you to (in no particular order) @earlgreytea68 @mojoflower @ivyblossom @beautifulfic @consultingsmartarse @aranel-parmadil @reapersun @archiaart @navydream @anotherwellkeptsecret @wearitcounts @madlori @kriskenshin @victory-candescence @mapleleafcameo @atlinmerrick @xistentialangst @silentauroriamthereal @merripestin @khorazir @prettysherlocksoldier @axemeaboutaxinomancy @enerjax @junejuly15 @avawatson @verity-burns and many, many more. 

This is just a short list of the amazing people in the Sherlock fandom. I’m sure I have forgotten to list many of you, and I’ll want to bang my head against the wall later. Sorry. (Feel free to add to the list.)

P.S. By the way, I never know what is better “fan fiction” or “fanfiction”. I think I prefer “fanfiction”. Any thoughts about that?

P.P.S. I know some of the people I have listed do not write, but drawing or reading aloud is just another way of telling a story. :)

It’s Early, But I Need You

This is my fic 2:54am converted from being Dean x Reader to Bucky x Reader! 

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word count: 2205

Summary: Kink #85, waking up in the middle of the night to have sex and then going back to sleep.

Warnings: None I don’t think! Just some pretty vanilla smut!

A/N: Please let me know what you think! (And if you’d like to be tagged in my Bucky fics then let me know!)

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Wiped The Mirror Fogged With Ennui

Splintered sunlight
on frosted glass pane,
the steady cascade
of steaming water,
incorrect vision a-blur —
Twas as if a hand swept
over a canvas fresh with paint
and all was blend into one:
pain, bliss, fortune, dismay,
blue, red, smite, caress,
hope, despair, distaste,
effervescence, candescence,
and I, held breath,
wet with wonder,
whence a rainbow ribboned
taut round my blue blood-pump.

Send one of these to my character || Portal Edition
  • We hope your brief detention in the relaxation vault has been a pleasant one.
  • Your specimen has been processed and we are now ready to begin the test proper.
  • Before we start, however, keep in mind that although fun and learning are the primary goals of all enrichment center activities, serious injuries may occur.
  • Excellent. Please proceed into the chamberlock after completing each test. First, however, note the incandescent particle field across the exit.
  • Please do not attempt to remove testing apparatus from the testing area.
  • Please be advised that a noticeable taste of blood is not part of any test protocol but is an unintended side effect of the Aperture Science Material Emancipation Grill, which may, in semi- rare cases, emancipate dental fillings, crowns, tooth enamel, and teeth.
  • Do not touch the operational end of The Device.
  • Do not look directly at the operational end of The Device.
  • Do not submerge The Device in liquid, even partially.
  • Well done! Remember:The Aperture Science Bring Your Daughter to Work Day is the perfect time to have her tested.
  • Warning devices are required on all mobile equipment. However, alarms and flashing hazard lights have been found to agitate the high energy pellet and have therefore been disabled for your safety.
  • Please note that we have added a consequence for failure. Any contact with the chamber floor will result in an ‘unsatisfactory’ mark on your official testing record followed by death. Good luck!
  • No one will blame you for giving up. In fact, quitting at this point is a perfectly reasonable response.
  • Quit now and cake will be served immediately.
  • Fantastic! You remained resolute and resourceful in an atmosphere of extreme pessimism.
  • For instance, the floor here will kill you - try to avoid it.
  • If you become light-headed from thirst, feel free to pass out.
  • An intubation associate will be dispatched to revive you with peptic salve and adrenaline.
  • When the testing is over, you will be missed.
  • Cake and grief counseling will be available at the conclusion of the test.
  • Did you know you can donate one or all of your vital organs to the Aperture Science self esteem fund for girls? It’s true!
  • Due to mandatory scheduled maintenance, the appropriate chamber for this testing sequence is currently unavailable. It has been replaced with a live-fire course designed for military androids.
  • The experiment is nearing its conclusion.
  • The Enrichment Center is required to remind you that you will be baked, and then there will be cake.
  • Rest assured that there is absolutely no chance of a dangerous equipment malfunction prior to your victory candescence.
  • What are you doing? Stop it! I… I… We are pleased that you made it through the final challenge where we pretended we were going to murder you.
  • We are throwing a party in honor of your tremendous success.
  • Place the device on the ground, then lie on your stomach with your arms at your sides. A party associate will arrive shortly to collect you for your party.
  • Remember when the platform was sliding into the fire pit and I said ‘Goodbye’ and you were like [no way] and then I was all ‘we pretended we were going to murder you’? That was great!
  • Someday we’ll remember this and laugh. and laugh. and laugh. Oh boy. Well. You may as well come on back.
  • This is your fault. It didn’t have to be like this.
  • I’m not kidding now. Turn back or I will kill you.
  • I’m going to kill you, and all the cake is gone.
  • Because despite your violent behavior, the only thing you’ve managed to break so far is my heart.
  • You’re not smart. You’re not a scientist. You’re not a doctor. You’re not even a full-time employee. Where did your life go so wrong?

In heaven, you get all the Skittles you want.
Skittles you’ve never seen. Golds and silvers and deep fuchsias
explode on your tongue like a whole ripe forest.
You get a cup overflowing with nectar
or manna, or tea sweet as salvation. Trayvon,
the angels must be dazzled by your sticky smile,
the smell of earth fresh on your cheeks, your eyes
still adjusting to being above the sun. You must look
beautiful up there with all them clouds and gold
and God tight all around you like a new skin. You must
be the definition of glory up there, the hum you give
with all of your fore mothers rubbing candescent oil
into your scalp, a king’s homecoming,

but still, a black boy was killed
and they acted like it’s j-walking. A black boy
killed and it was just another Sunday. A black
boy killed, brought skittles to a gun fight,
was executed for being himself at the wrong time
in front of the wrong person. Was it ever
convenient to be a black boy, Trayvon?
We are misplaced gods, oceans
diminished to puddles. You left this world
for no other reason than another man’s malice,
for the way we taught him to treat you
the same as the roaches and the rats. Trayvon,
you are not vermin, nor solider, nor martyr.
You are innocent. You are too soon gone.
You are the consequence of so much history.
I wish it was my place to apologize.

I wish anything we told your mother
could make sense. I wish progress wasn’t sick
and eager to prove how slow she moves.
We still owed you an 18th birthday, a legal cigarette
with a lover, a too drunk 21st, and countless times
you and your friends figure out the world.
You deserve mistakes, and children, and choices
and grey hair. Trayvon, we’ve betrayed you
time and quiet. Your name makes the heart remember
that this world has teeth of a unnamed beast, hands
of a Klan’s man.

—  Danez Smith; , but For Trayvon Martin
Friday the Thirteenth

i am firmly planted into your midsummer candescence, your foxtrotting prowess; & we
watch as the flowerbeds we called home
for 6 months wilted like kisses from December,
i’m dreaming of hazy starlight, black sand
beaches and your swimming pool eyes,
those color-shifting angels: sometimes green,
sometimes blue, sometimes grey, and you
stuck your heart out with your tongue like a
burning arrow, like a dart board;
the stormy sail of your floundering misery; caught you shuffling your mother’s old tarot cards in your backyard on friday the 13th, and i could tell with my eyes closed & my fingers laced behind my back that you would always pick Death; there was something about that illegally lit evening, you telling me of how your mother spikes her own tea with doses of viagra, how you hear your baby sister’s laugh in windchimes and the way the streetlights make you feel; highway god zipping beneath the underpass with the troll kids & the vagabonds all cranked up on smoky city fever dreams.

Candescent Carnalities

Title: Candescent Carnalities
Pairing: Koujaku / Aoba
Rating: Explicit
Kinks: Voyeurism, Masturbation

With nothing left to do but wait for the birthday boy to come home and celebrate, Aoba is struggling to keep himself occupied. When Ren helpfully suggests he follow his lead and take a nap, Aoba finds himself climbing into bed.

Overwhelmed by the scent of the man he’s missing, Aoba’s mind - and hands - begin to wander. 

Little does he know his lover is a lot closer to home.

This is my contribution to kouao-week (day 3) and is the hippo’s birthday gift.

Edited by arkhamhorror

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Beforus Sollux! Elevated to a government position of great height and splendor thanks to his blatant genius coupled with Her Imperial Incandescence’s fast and loose take on the hemospectrum.

— mamestuck


The Moniitor was not only responsible for the surveillance of what was almost the entirety of the empress’s purview, but also had influence over other branches of the government due to quadrant links: an unabashedly publicized matespritship with the highest law authority, palemates with the Most Benevolent Cullmaster, and making surreptitious pitch movements towards the Candesce?  You’d almost think he planned it…

Disclaimer: I’m making this stuff up as I go along.  These are by no means fixed headcanons and although I’m basing these relationships on the dancestors’ (in the same way that the Alternian ancestors mirror their descendants in some ways), I do not in any way mean to imply that Meenah and Mituna had anything near a kismessisitude.  They just obvs. don’t like each other much and it just seemed like a fun twist on Sollux and Feferi.

Bottom line: blame Splickedy.


Nomad - Kiersten Holine (cover by Rusty Clanton)