#<- yeah i'll put that in the megan tag

[who-goes-maractus]

that's enough of THAT for tonight. look at my blastman fandragon boy

[lenasai]

ID: Digital drawing of a Mankey with gold eyes and wings, wearing a Vault Legends cap and placing one foot on the Fifth Base. End ID.

there's a meme on maincord where people made up a "new mankey" decree, and i couldn't get the phrase "new mankey ito" out of my head

[nakylvr]

Hi!

Can I request a Megan x fem reader from katseye?

Number 2: keep it it looks better on you

Or

Number:3 holiday/Christmas (I know it’s almost Halloween😭)

Can it be fluff?

And can I be🐻 anon?

you said or but...why not both? thank you for requesting this! 🫶 and ofc you can be 🐻 anon!! ur now my first one!! also this is so short idk what happened im sorry

— HOLIDAY SPIRIT

megan skiendiel (katseye) x fem!reader

summary: fluff prompt ("keep it, it looks better on you") + fluff scenario (holiday/christmas) from my 100 follower event OR you wear one of megan's holdies during your stay at her family's house for christmas

warnings/tags: established relationship, fluff

main masterlist | katseye masterlist

for the past few days you had been at megan's home with her and her family for christmas week, seeing as you had nothing better to do and her family welcomed you with open arms. it had been a great time during your stay with her family.

you were feeling tired after watching a movie with everyone in the living room, your head leaning on megan's shoulder as you feel your eyes close every other minute.

"i'm gonna lay down," you mumble to her. "i'm tired."

megan turns her head to look down at you, a piece of candy in her hand. she nods her head at your words, popping the candy in her mouth. "okay, i'll follow you in a minute," she replies.

"you don't have to," you murmur, getting up off the couch.

"i know." she smiles at you, eating another piece of candy.

a tired smile grows on your face at her response and you start walking away to megan's room. you slowly make your way into the room, closing the door and not bothering to turn the light on. you try searching for one of your hoodies that you're sure you left somewhere in there, and you grab what you think is your hoodie, throwing it over your head and shoulders.

you immediately lay down on the bed, and you hear the door open and a beam of light shines into the room. megan quietly walks inside the room, closing the door behind her and making her way to her bed.

"are you awake still?" she asks quietly.

"yeah," you respond.

despite the darkness, megan can see through it and a smile forms on her face.

"what're you smiling like that for?" you mumble.

"oh nothing~," she responds, getting in the bed next to you. "you're wearing my hoodie."

"what?" your eyebrows furrowed together and you look down at yourself. "oh, sorry i thought it was mine and-"

"don't worry about it, babe," megan cuts you off of the beginning of your rant, wrapping her arms around you and pulling you close to her. "you can keep it, it looks better on you." she smiles at you, kissing your forehead.

you can't stop the smile that grows on your face at her words and put your face in the crook of her neck, mumbling a "thank you." as you did so.

"don't thank me, you could literally steal all my clothes and i wouldn't be mad," megan giggles.

"noted," you chuckle lightly.

"hey! that was not an opportunity for you to do it!"

"i didn't say i would."

"but you will!"

[emeraldhazeart]

When you see this, post 5 songs you actually listen to and tag 10 of your favourite followers/mutuals!

Thank you for the tag, @durotoswrites. 💕

I've got a bit of an eclectic taste in music, tbh. I like songs that elicit an emotional response in me, so I don't tend to follow just one genre.

Strangers by Scratch21 ft. ElieMonty

This song is honestly just so beautiful and heartfelt. If you've ever watched MLP AMVs, you might recognise it, but this is the original. The heartbreak and longing comes through so strongly, not just in the lyrics, but also in the incredible vocals by Blake Swift and Eile Monty.

Without Words by the Spectra 2014 Singers

Major content warning: this is a song about mourning a beloved pet. If you're not in a good place to listen to this kind of song, skip this one!

Anytime I feel like I need a good cry, I'll put this song on. I love the fact that there are people out there who miss the animals that touched their lives so much that they wanted to write a song for them. If you want to purchase the song, it's still available on bandcamp.

Alan Walker's Faded cover by Madilyn Bailey

Yeah, I actually prefer this version to the original. While the OG song is very much a club mix, this version takes those beautiful lyrics and melody and turns them into a heartbreaking ballad. Bailey's voice is just so powerful and emotive.

Megan Trainor ft. John Legend's Like I'm Gonna Lose You cover by Jasmine Thompson

Another cover. While the original feels more romantic, this version is more mournful and melancholy, like it's the minor key version that would play after an especially sad scene in a film.

I couldn't choose between these last two, so you're getting both of them 😅

Linkin Park's In The End (Mellen Gi remix) cover by Tommee Profitt, Mellen Gi & Fleurie

The original song is unparalleled, and nothing will ever replace Chester Bennington's incredible vocals or the band's instruments. But this version is intentionally more cinematic, and there's something so haunting about Fleurie's voice singing just Chester's supplementary lines.

Linkin Park's Numb cover by Violet Orlandi

Yep, another Linkin Park cover. I am an old school LP fan, and proud of it.

This is a similarly haunting rendition of the original hard rock version. I actually stumbled across this while watching an episode of 60 Minutes Australia on YT, and it left such an impression that I went into the comments and found the artist so I could listen to the full version. Orlandi's vocals are gorgeous, and it reminded me why I love the original so much.

Phew. That is nowhere near all the songs I could recommend, but I've already stretched the prompt 😅

No pressure tags : @sneakyfox55 @hannahcbrown @acustardduckling @lizzie-tempest @dedtoot @mahoushaymie @mageofcolors and anyone else that would like to join in 😉

[deputy-buck]

Tag Game

Rules: shuffle your on repeat playlist and list the first 10 songs that play, tag 10 people.

@kafka-ohdear I know you didn't tag me directly but I'm doing it anyway bc you said Anyone, so thanks for the implied tag😌

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1- Me On You - Muscadine Bloodline

Such a hearty song with a couple lines I will scream all day

Good God Almighty and Lordy have mercy Little momma got me fumblin', stumblin' by the way that she walks I need your kiss like a catfish Need a stank bait, can't take the way you done drop my jaw

2- Ick - Lay Bankz

It's so catchy SORRY

3- My Love Mine All Mine - Mitski

If you don't at least appreciate the meaning of this song there's something wrong with you-

Moon, tell me if I could Send up my heart to you? So, when I die, which I must do Could it shine down here with you? 'Cause my love is mine, all mine I love mine, mine, mine Nothing in the world belongs to me But my love mine, all mine, all mine

4- The Lover - Nine Inch Nails

This will forever be a Gene/Sid song to me

His eyes summer Hypnotize they see inside of me

5- Cash Shit (feat. DaBaby) - Megan Thee Stallion

I LOVE HER SO MUCH UGH IT'S SO BAD MY OBSESSION WITH ER MUSIC RECENTLY-

Yeah, that's my dawg, he gon' sit down and listen Call him a trick and he don't get offended He know he giving his money to Megan He know it's very expensive to date me Told him go put my name on that account Because when I need money, I ain't tryna, hold up

6- Cocaine Country Dancing - Paul Cauthen

He puts the old sound of country into his new era of lyrics with a bit of modern instrumentals, which scratches the perfect itch in my brain

I said, a-twist for me, baby Hit a rip for me, baby Take another shot, get lit for me baby, ooh-wee ... Well I'll twist for you, baby Hit a rip for you, baby Take another shot, get lit for you baby

7- Thot Shit - Megan Thee Stallion

SHE'S BACK HOES

Hoes tryna call me a snake, shit, I guess I can relate 'Cause a bitch spit a whole lot of venom And since these hoes all rats, when they come around me All I see is a whole lotta dinner ... I 'on't a give a fuck who talk behind my back 'Cause the bitch knew better than to let me hear ... Big bank take lil' bank, bitch, add it up Hoes taking shots but they ain't in my caliber

8- Girls in the Hood - Megan Thee Stallion

this... has to be unhealthy- I LOVE EAZY-E TOO AND I LOVE HER FOR RE-DOING THE SONG BUT FOR HER AND THE GIRLS

'Cause the girls in the hood are always hard Ever since 16, I been havin' a job Knowin' nothin' in life, but I gotta get rich You could check the throwback pics, I been that bitch, uh

9- Love My Way - The Psychedelic Furs

Duck how the fuck do we both have CMBYN songs on our repeat playlists???? I do love this song so much though, the scene it goes with makes me so sad and happy at the same time-

There's an army on the dance floor It's a fashion with a gun, my love In a room without a door A kiss is not enough in

10- Cobra - Megan Thee Stallion

yeah I might need to listen to someone else..... I won't but I probably need to-

How long you been worried 'bout me telling people that's not me? Honestly it kinda feel like you plottin', watching Why is you speaking on me at my lowest When you acted like you ain't noticed?

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Taggin whoever wants to do this!!

[purplesimmer455]

That Saturday morning at 10am, Chrissy arrived at Larry's Lagoon in Foxbury with Cam, Piper, and Emily. She showed the kids around the hangout/common area before taking them outside for a mini tour.

Piper heeded the advice she got from her family and decided to take in everything about Foxbury to see if she liked it. She took out her glittery rainbow hearts notepad that her auntie Megan had gifted her to jot down some information and notes that she saw on booths and posters and such. Cam smiled at this, watching Piper while she bit her lip in concentration. "You know they have pamphlets and student guides online, right?" She teased. "I know." Piper said, furrowing her brows as she wrote information about clubs. "I like taking notes so I can get a better feel for myself and look back on it to be like okay, I like this aspect or I don't like this as much." Cam nodded before smiling softly. "You're such a nerd, but you're my nerd." She said warmly, and Piper blushed and smiled.

Meanwhile, Emily bought a Foxbury hat from a nearby stall, and put it on. She went to show it to Chrissy. "Auntie, look!" She said, grinning. "It looks cute, Emmy. Plus it matches with your shirt." Chrissy said, smiling. "Yup, also I think I want to go to Foxbury too, once I'm all old like Pie and Cam." Chrissy laughed. "Your moms are going to be so mad that I got you to like Foxbury." She joked, since Tess and Megan are both Britchester alums and Megan currently teaches language and literature at Britechester. Emily laughed too. "Nah, they won't mind. They said they'll be happy with whatever college I like." Chrissy nodded.

While Chrissy checked up on Cam and Piper, who were flirting on the quad, Emily ran into her older sister, Safiya as she walked around (her auntie Chrissy said she could walk around the quad but stay in her eyesight). "Hey Emmy! What are you doing here?" Saf asked, pulling her baby sister into a bear hug. "Auntie Chrissy's showing Pie and Cam around Foxbury, and so I wanted to tag along and check it out too." Safiya smiled. "That's great. Honestly you'd like it here, Ems, they have paleontology classes and a good soccer team and robotics clubs." Emily smiled. "Also Cam as in Anjali’s friend Cameron Kang?" Emily nodded, hoping her face wasn't too red and said. "Yeah." Safiya grinned. "Aw man. Mom told me she was dating Pipes. I feel like Cam's great for her and vice versa." Emily smiled. "Yeah, Cam is really great. For Piper I mean." She added quickly as Safiya grinned mischievously. "It's okay Ems, we all have crushes, I used to crush on my older cousin Pooja's boyfriend Arjun." Safiya said as Emily nodded, looking sheepish and fiddling with the flower earring that she'd borrowed from Piper. "I've got to go and meet Bailey at Larry's Lagoon for a study session, but I'll see you around, okay? Tell mom and Tess I said hi." Emily said she would, and she hugged Safiya once more before she left.

[sorcerous-caress]

I refurbished my throwaway into a side-blog, my main is a mess in dire need of purging. it's basically a pit of asbestos. ( it's roughly a decade old, god that makes me feel old )

I'll be reblogging and talking from this, so if you wanna request something or yell at me, throw it over here.

I might do art, you & another writer in this space as made me want to create again after a long time of stagnation.

I'm gonna start cataloging my favorite pieces from you to keep track of things.

As an unrelated bit(I'm heavily scatter-brained), I remember you picked up Dishonored 2 a while ago? Did you take a crack at it? I feel like you'd enjoy Megan Foster, Alexandria Hypatia and the brigmore witches alot.

-(formerly?) Githzerai anon

Hell yeah!!! 🎊🪻🐛🎊Congrats on the new blog🎊🌻🐜🎊

<3333

I'm so honoured my writing helped inspire you back into art, i hope you have fun. I'll make sure to link your blog on the githzerai series so people will know to go to follow you.

I've been reading the thoughts you've put in the tags of your reblogs and I'm kicking my feet in the air and smiling ngl i keep rereading them, they're really making me happy.

And yes, I did, but no, I haven't tried it yet, i tend to jump from one game to the next without even finishing them at times :"> I'll keep those characters in mind when i eventually play it.

Winter sale is coming soon tho and I'm disrespectfully looking at all the games that are gonna go on discount, forget family heirlooms, im passing my steam account as my legacy, that'll definitely be all the rizz i need to pull a cute drow.

Also you can keep signing it as Githzerai anon if you want, it's kinda nice and I'll keep using that tag.

[gen-is-gone]

I mean I guess I will say one good thing coming out of the ten fuckery is that folks coming out of the woodwork saying they never cared that much for rtd's run/they liked Moffat better/ten is wildly overhyped etc is healing scars on my soul that I'd forgotten existed

[emberphantom]

how long have you been a fan of iasip and how long on sunnyblr? do you know who here has been around for a long time? how has the fandom developed and changed from your perspective? has it always been so reddit-oriented? what have the main opinions (general consensus kinda shit) been in your eyes? were you into macdennis right from the start? did the fandom always follow rcg so closely or is that only after the podcast? sorry for asking so much, just interested in the history of this space

Step into my office Anon. Let me regale you the tale of Sunnyblr from the days of yore. Or whatever.

Me personally, I started watching Sunny in late summer 2019 (tragically I had just missed the fake MacDennis script panic of July 2019). My friends had it on when I went to their house and we didn't have anything else to do, so we just watched like a shitton of episodes that day and I was like hold fuck on this scratches something in my brain. I didn't start poking around on the Sunny side of tumblr until possibly a week later? I think. Basically in my skipping around Sunny episodes I was starting to pick up the vibes Mac and Dennis were putting down and as a joke I was like hmm what if I just take a look at the ao3 tag ahaha jk unless. And that was the beginning of the end. I'm not sure if I checked out the Sunny tag on tumblr first or the MacDennis tag but literally at that time it didn't matter. Sunnyblr was essentially MacDennisblr. Tumblr didn't get me into MacDennis but it definitely accelerated my hyperfixation with them This was all pre-s14 at this point for reference.

Honestly, not many people remain from that time or even before. I remember some folks I had followed reminiscing about post-s12, wondering if Dennis was coming back, or if he turned into the bar. Idk man I'm so glad I didn't have to deal with not knowing if Dennis was coming back like that would've been too much for me.

But 2019 Sunnyblr, and this may just be the nostalgia talking, but man it was magical. The gif sets, the meta breakdowns of episodes, the macdennis posts--god we were eating GOOD. It felt like one giant group chat in the best way. And then The Gang Gets Romantic happens an we were absolutely FERAL. Okay? Like picture Nov 5th but on a way smaller scale. But that was the energy, okay?

But then, tragedy struck in the form of Dee Day. That, for me was kinda the beginning of the end of that version of Sunnyblr. A lot of people were pissed. The glass shelves we had propped RCG and Megan Ganz up on had shattered. A decent amount of people left right then and there. But those who stayed were holding out for something -- a better apology from them regarding the brownface for one. And that...didn't happen (I don't want to speak more on this bc like...look I'll be real with you, I stuck my head in the sand on this one. But people had a right to be hurt by that episode and to this day I haven't rewatched it since it aired). But we trudged along. Bc it's "satire" and these are "bad people" and we are DEF getting canon MacDennis okay they are going to KISS on the MOUTH in BIG MO.

....and then they didn't. Clown shoes squeaking.

Okay trying to get this back on track...

As far as reddit goes, that's always just been the "dudebro" place for Sunny. Sometimes they make valid points and our braincells align and that warrants someone posting it here to discuss.

I feel like the general opinions kinda feel the same to me? Mac and Dennis are endgame, Archie. Dennis is bastardman but also baby. Charlie poor little meow meow. I do have to say...I feel like some stuff used to feel a bit more...grounded than it does now?? If that makes sense? Like idk man people were out here writing academic prose to describe the meta in Clip Show. And I do feel like that vibe's kinda gone. But it's not a bad thing. It's just different. Like it's more unhinged but hey we're still having fun so who cares?

Uh what else? Oh yeah so the RCG stuff. Like I said before, there was a point where Sunnyblr propped them up and we got reality checked real quick, okay? They went from being UnProblematic Kings ™ to Rob posting copaganda on his IG at the height of the George Floyd protests in June of 2020. That happening after all the shit with Dee Day was basically a powder keg. And that's honestly when Sunnyblr as I knew it, really died.

I think the podcast has def shoved them back into a more favorable light in the fandom's eyes. Speaking for myself, I never stopped stanning Glenn but Rob and Charlie and Kait were on thin fucking ice (maybe not Charlie so much but def Rob and Kait--actually mostly Rob). I think RCG have to be prevalent in the fandom as much as the characters do bc they're so close to them and the show like this IS their show y'know?

That's...all I can really think of. Like I said, not many people remain from those days. I can think of maybe a handful off the top of my head but I wouldn't consider them nearly as active as they were regarding Sunny when I joined. We're still moots but that's bc we like each other beyond the MacDennis of it all.

Sorry this is so long too lmfao. Like Sunnyblr was such a huge part of my life during that time so I guess I got shit to say. I also for real in no way consider myself the end all be all expert on this either. Like in no way am I the sole authority on Sunnyblr history. This is based on stuff I experienced and picked up on from other's posts from before my time. Anybody can chime in with their own opinions and shit. Correct me too. Idc.

Uh yeah. So I guess that's what you missed on Glee. Or Sunnyblr. The end? I hope that helped (for real).

[crimswnred]

Songs for my MCs

thank you bff @i-boop-you & @noahsthottie for tagging me ♥︎

Barbara (Bobby's MC)

mina do condomínio by Seu Jorge.

her hair drives me crazy / her mouth devours me / her voice is my guiding light / her eyes make me feel scared / I'm lost in her smile / I don't need to find myself / don't show me how heaven is / because if I ever go there, I won't come back

norman fucking rockwell by Lana Del Rey.

goddanm, manchild / you act like a kid even though you stand 6 foot 2 / self-loathing poet, resident Laurel Canyon, know-it-all / you talk to the walls when the party gets bored of you / but I don't get bored, I just see you through / why wait for the best when I could have you?

she gives me "wholesome and so, so in love that it hurts but it's worth it" vibes.

Olivia (Tim's MC)

olivia by One Direction.

when you go and I'm all alone / you live in my imagination/ summertime and butterflies / all belong to your creation / I love you, it's all I do / I love you / I live for you, I long for you, Olivia / I've been idolizing the light in your eyes, Olivia

sweetest pie by Megan Thee Stalion and Dua Lipa.

you've never been to haven, have you? / oh, this the ride of your life / hold on, cause baby I might / I might just give you a bite / of the sweetest pie / oh, baby, we can go fast / I'll drive and you just lay back / I got the flavor that lasts, yeah / the sweetest pie

Olivia, on the other hand, gives me "Yes, I'm that bitch, I get what I want and you love me for it."

Katie (Noah's MC)

cardigan by Taylor Swift.

but I knew you, playing hide-and-seek and / giving me your weekends, I / I knew you, your heartbeat on the High Line / once in 20 life times, I / and when I felt like I was an old cardigan, under someone's bed / you put me on and said I was your favourite

sweet creature by Harry Styles.

sweet creature / had another talk about where it's going wrong / but we're still young / we don't know where we're going / but we know where we belong / and, oh, we started / two hearts in one home / it's hard when we argue / we're both stubborn, I know / but oh, sweet creature/ wherever I go / you bring me home

Katie it's totally the opposite. She's cottagecore, morning breeze and late nights reading vibes.

tagging (no pressure, of course): @mrsbsmooth @lasswithumor @tammyisobsessedwith @justtuesdays @banirareiko @kiwi-tai + anyone who'd like to participate!!

[evilovesyou]

Thank you to @haztobegood @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed @justalarryblog @uhoh-but-yeah-alright @loulovehome and @jacaranda-bloom for tagging me in this! I loved reading all your posts!!

1. Number of stories posted to AO3: 15 (half of all the fics I've ever posted!)

2. Word count posted for the year: 178.735 !!!

3. Fandoms I wrote for: One Direction, Lewis Capaldi, But I'm a Cheerleader

4. Pairings: 1D Pairings: Harry/Louis, Lewis/Niall, Zayn/Liam, Niall/Golf But I'm a Cheerleader Pairings: Jan/Sinéad, Megan/Graham

5. Story with the most:

Kudos: Lies & Liability (280)

Bookmarks: Lies & Liability (145)

Comments: like cranberries on a winter evening (247 as of now. which. insane!!)

6. Work I’m most proud of (and why): I think I'll never be as proud of anything as I am of The Journal. I'm putting this under the cut because it's incredibly personal, but Lynda asked me to finish this fic for her when she first got ill. It was early December and I was still hopeful that the treatment would work and she would get better and be able to finish it herself. Then she got COVID and the aftermath of that really had her health declining more rapidly than any of us expected. She asked me again, to finish her story some time in January I believe, and it hurt so much to think about the fact that she herself felt that she would never be able to do it alone that I put it off again. When I finally came to terms with the fact that she was right, I put off everything else and dove head-first into this fic and made it as much of a love letter as I could.

The fic itself deals with themes of illness, eternal life, reincarnation... And it was my way of telling Lynda that she would be an eternal force in this Universe. I'm more grateful than anything for the fact that I finished it in time for her to still be able to read it. Everything I write is for her, sometimes consciously, sometimes unconsciously.

7. Work I’m least proud of (and why): I don't have anything I wrote that I particularly dislike, but maybe A Burnt Child Loves the Fire isn't my best? It's only 100 words though so I guess there's not much about it to either love or hate.

8. Share or describe a favourite review you received: All the comments I got on like cranberries on a winter evening throughout December were absolute magic. I can't thank everyone who read that story enough.

I recently shared the comments @zanniscaramouche left on Lies & Liability and But I’m the Quarterback. They are probably the longest and most thorough comments I've ever received and I love them a lot.

9. A time when writing was really, really hard: When it felt like I was running out of time to say goodbye to one of my dearest friends, but I just wanted to do her justice and make the story she'd started the best that it could possibly be. Sus and Tabby were there for me and I'm eternally grateful for that.

10. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you: The entirety of across the river is where my heart is. I wrote this for @wordplayfics after I had just painstakingly finished Lies & Liabilty for the ABO fest and I saw the prompt "divide" and sent @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed a voice note rambling about a dystopian girl!direction AU that I desperately wanted to write. Mia told me to relax and that it sounded like a huge fic to write in a week, in response to which I rationalized it down into four 2k scenes and then this happened.

Turns out... I wrote pretty much exactly 8k that week and managed to fit the entire plot into that wordcount. Go me! It's one of my favourite fics I wrote this year!

11. A favorite excerpt of your writing: This is very hard to choose. I'll go with this from The Journal and it's one of the flashback scenes that Harry lives through to understand what's going on in his present.

“It can only work if you both are willing to give your life for it,” a man with sharp features says, a barely audible accent to his words, amber eyes scanning Harry and the man next to him. His dark hair is fashionably parted on the side of his head, but Harry feels there is something ancient about him. His suit is cut just like his own, but the fabrics seem different, somehow iridescent. His waist coat is made of finer silk than Harry has seen in these parts of the world, and embroidered in such bright colors that Harry has a hard time keeping himself from reaching out to feel the threads underneath his fingertips and see if they might come away stained.

“To reiterate,” the man next to Harry starts then with a sharp voice. “We’re both willing, but only one of us will actually give his life.” He grabs his hand and Harry’s immediate instinct is to pull away—they are in somebody else’s home after all—but a small caress on top of his thumb reminds him that it’s okay. That this strangely alluring man is here to help them.

“Even if we both have to give it now, we will do it,” Harry hears himself say. And he looks around the room, trying to see if anything about this stands out to him as fraudulent. He can barely make out anything in the faint candle light, but his eyes are drawn to an ancient looking silver brooch on their vis-á-vis’ jacket: a serpent wrapped around an egg.

“No, we will not,” the man to his left tugs on his hand and makes him turn, tries to get him to look up at him. Harry has to remind himself of what he just said. He’s willing to die for this person. He shifts his weight and feels that he’s missing his shoes, socks digging into soft carpet. Right. The stranger had asked them to remove their shoes at the door.

Harry’s breath is almost knocked out of him when he looks up at his lover, when he sees the fire in those steel blue eyes. His delicate, rounded brows are furrowed and his thin lips pressed together, agitated. Harry reaches out, touches his fingers to the side of his man’s face and caresses it gently.

“Yes, we will,” he says, while looking into those furious eyes, withstanding their fire like only he can.

“I see there will be no problem with the willingness of either of you.” There’s an audible smirk in the sorcerer’s voice as he says it. “But I can give you no guarantee that you will return soon after your death, Sir Tomlinson.”

“What we are here for is not a quick fix, Lord Malik,” Sir Tomlinson says then. He visibly has a hard time turning away from Harry, but he does. He looks at Lord Malik. “I want Harry to live a full life before returning to me.”

“Ah,” the sorcerer says knowingly. “But he may live many lives before he finds you. And each will make his task more difficult.”

12. How did you grow as a writer this year: I wrote A LOT this year, for my measures anyway. And as I did that, I realized that my dialogue and pacing improved with each new story.

This year was also the first time I ever published any kind of smut, and going into that was terrifying, but I felt that it was very rewarding in that I had breached a subject that used to be a big, terrifying wall I thought I'd never conquer. I don't think many of my fics will have smut in the future, but it's something that I can now deal with when the story happens to call for it, or if I just feel like it!

13. How do you hope to grow next year: Next year is a terrifying, but exciting prospect for me. I plan to focus more on my career and start a business, so I will definitely have to take a step back from writing, but I hope I can still go on with it despite that. I haven't signed up for any fests or challenges because I don't know if I will be able to keep any deadlines, but I have a few ideas that I want to make reality. I guess my hope for next year is to grow into a writer that doesn't stress so much about writing, but I don't know how attainable that is.

14. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc): There are many people that influenced and inspired me this year. The ever-growing and deepening friendships I developed with @lululawrence and @fallinglikethis throughout the year gave me a lot of strength and helped me a lot with the grief I went through.

@so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed was a constant, ever-encouraging and wonderful partner-in-crime. I can't explain how much I needed you this year and how thankful I am to have you.

Having mentioned Mia, I can't gloss over the wonderful, insanely talented @jacaranda-bloom, and everyone else who is a writer on my discord server who has written with me and shared their struggles and achievements.

15. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year: Oof. Always. I think that Harry's struggles with his faith in But I’m the Quarterback were something that I needed to reflect on personally. Obivously, the entirety of The Journal is incredibly personal on all levels.

16. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers: Write what you want, not what you think others will like. Write because you enjoy it, have fun with it, even if you think it's ridiculous and weird and nobody will want to read it. Not everything has to be literally based in experience, your characters and scenery will always contain enough of you to make anything true to yourself if you allow them to take on the many facettes you have as a writer.

17. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year: I have another couple bonus chapters of my advent fic like cranberries on a winter evening that I want to write at the beginning of the year and then I have another country fic planned (based on Orville Peck's version of Fancy), even though I don't know if I'll be able to run the @1dcountryfest again next year. I also had a LOT of fun with the advent fic so I might try that again next year. And I have my Bartender WIP from a couple years ago that I haven't touched in a long time. I don't think I'll run out of ideas.

18. Tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read: I'm super late with this one but I'll tag everyone I've mentioned already as well as @disgruntledkittenface @hazzabeeforlou @cowboylarries @homosociallyyours @lightwoodsmagic @londonfoginacup and anybody else who feels like doing this!

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Right Here

A/N: This wasn't requested but the idea was hunting me during all this week and I decided to give it a try. Hope you guys like it! ❤️

Gif belongs to: @honestsycrets

Pairing: Ivar x Reader (Modern AU)

Warnings: None but some angsty thoughts.

Words: 1.227.

You were smoking not thinking about anything when you saw that black jaguar stopping at your door. You knew it was him before he even left the car, even so you were curious. What he was doing?

You watched Ivar leaving the car in all his glory. Black leather jacket, red shirt e black jeans that made he look so sinfully handsome.

"Hi, Y/N," he said with a small smile.

"Hello," you said leaving your cigarette forgotten aside.

"Can you say to Megan that I'd like to talk with her?" he said.

Okay, you should have known better. Obviously Ivar wasn't there for you, but for your sister, Megan. He didn't need to say but it was kind obvious he was head over heels for her, probably just like you were for him.

"She just left with Matthew. On a date," you added like if it was nothing.

"Matthew... A date? Wow. I guess I'm kinda late," he smiled but different than the other times, his smile didn't reach his eyes. Good, he was angry.

"I'll tell her you came here and-"

"There's no need, it's okay," he said. 

"Wouldn't you like to come inside?" you said like it was no big deal. To prove your point a loud thunder echoed through the sky.

"I guess I don't have another option," he said shyly.

"Do you need anything? I have beer here," you said once he was seated in your couch.

"No I-i... Yeah, I'd like it. Please," he added.

Once you seated with him, handing him a beer you looked attentively at him. He was ridiculously handsome. Everything about him drove you insane. His gorgeous features, the icy blue eyes you'd die for, his smell, the most minimum detail made your heart skip a beat.

"Staring is rude," he laughed before taking a long sip of the beer.

"I wasn't... Sorry," you laughed. You'd have to be more discreet otherwise he would notice the way you looked at him.

"So did you come to confess your feelings for the sweet Megan?" you said dramatically earning a laugh from him.

"Is that obvious?" he asked.

"It's written all over your face. C'mon, you have heart eyes for her," you said like it was obvious.

"No, I don't... Okay, maybe I look at her a bit different," he admitted.

"A bit?"

"Okay, I fell for her. Satisfied?" he said.

"A bit," you answered with a small smile.

"Why are you smiling?" he asked curiously.

"It's nothing... I mean I should be used to this," you continued.

"To what?" 

"Megan always... Had guys like you head over heels for her and she plays with them, with their feelings. I don't want this for you," you said.

Part of you was angry to talk about your sister like this, but it wasn't a lie. Megan was a femme fatale. That included some heartbreaking in the process. It was what she was. A goddamn powerful woman who knew the power she had in hands and put to good use.

The other part? Wanted to be more like her. To be sensual, to attract all the eyes when you enter a room, to break some hearts as well. But you and your sister were like wine and water, didn't work very well together. 

You were clumsy, most of times could be friends with the guy who was interested in you. You were the nerd sister and Megan, the cheerleader, the prom queen. 

"Why are you telling me that? What do you want for me, Y/N?" Ivar asked after a long time.

"I think you deserve the true," you said trying to ignore the goosebumps erupting in your skin hearing him calling your name.

"What do you want for me?" he insisted.

I want you to want me, your insides screamed.

"I want you to be happy with some girl that knows your value and that loves you," and I want to be this girl, you added in your thoughts.

Ivar smiled to you, a true and beautiful smile. That made your knees weak. And then you realized. He knew it. He didn't need to say anything, the way he looked at you said it all. He fucking knew it.

Much to your liking in a matter of two seconds and you were in a complete darkness.

"I swear to fucking fuck," you said mostly to yourself.

"Better now?" he said once his phone's flashlight was on.

"Thank you," you said.

"So what were you saying?" Ivar said trying to bring back the subject.

"Forgot it, it's your life, you give the shots not me," you said.

"When were you going to tell me?" he asked softly.

"I wasn't," you said. You didn't need to ask what the fuck he was talking about. 

"Hey, look at me," he said. Long fingers reaching for you chin, making you face him.

"I'm sorry," you whispered. You looked at those beautiful eyes, silently begging for whoever mysterious force to not lose his friendship. 

"It's been awhile since I noticed, probably that held me. I didn't talk to Megan sooner because I knew about you, and I didn't want to hurt you. And probably I lost her because of this," he said running his hands through his long brown hair.

"You didn't need to held yourself. I wouldn't be that hurt... I told you, I'm used to this," you said. 

"Why wouldn't you tell me?" he asked.

"What for? To lose your friendship? To make you reject me? No, I was fine keeping those feelings for me. What could I possibly win, Ivar?" you were almost crying at that point.

"Me," he said. He smiled and caressed your hair softly. "I don't know what you think about yourself, but you're beautiful, kind, smart... So irresistible, just like your sister. You two aren't that different, y'know. But you, Y/N, there's something else about you. Something that intrigues me. Something that makes me want to be closer and closer to you," he continued.

At that point breathing was out of question, the air was stuck in your throat because as Ivar talked he leaned closer and closer to you. You could feel his hot breath against your skin, and even wonder how it would be to kiss him right now.

Probably he was thinking the same when he kissed you. Plump lips against yours softly but wanting more. When you felt his tongue caressing your bottom lip, asking for entrance you swore your soul left your body. Because there was no fucking way that this was happening.

But boy, it was. Hot tongue dancing alongside yours, a passionate kiss that he easily dominated. He had both hands on your waistline, gripping firmly, holding you in place. You, on the other way, had shaky hands on his neck, wanting that this moment didn't end.

But it did. You two were breathless, forehead against one another, icy blue eyes blown with lust.

"Please say we can try," he said softly.

"Yeah, we can," you said smiling.

Ivar kissed your forehead and you hugged him. This would work, you knew. You two would be one of that couples that couldn't be away from one another for such a long time, and honestly, you were so happy with the idea of having an angry puppy like him always close to you.

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We are not just friends — Part 10

Chris Evans x bi!latina!character (Sofia is a people of color, she's brown.)

Chris and Sofia meet when their best friends started dating, it all started at friends with loads of bumps on the road.  

Warnings: drinking, smoking, drug use (weed), assault, Chris being Steve Rogers, commitment issues, my girl Sofia kinda messy, lots of fucking (eventually) 

This is slow burn at its best, at least emotionally. 

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Sofía was in a meeting with Chris's publicist, his assistant, and lawyer as they all went through the contract along with the brewery lawyers.

"My client had already told me to give whatever your asking," The lawyer spoke and Chris's publicist kept eyeing her. "so, this is more a formality."

"We already discussed it, just a photoshoot. We're going with the social media route of promoting." Sofia explained and the lawyer nod a few times, she was on the last page of the contract.

Sofía looked at his publicist and the woman kept looking at her phone and then back at her, multiple times like she was trying to figure something out.

What the fuck? Sofia kept thinking and she heard Chris's voice carrying from the other side of the co conference room. He had arrived a while back but Ron and his kid were giving him a tour of the brewery that was barely getting it together. Nothing was set up but the skeleton was there and Chris was delighted.

They still haven't really seen each other, until this very moment, the first thing he did was stare at her, puppy eyes and everything and Sofia was acting like she was already over it, guess Chris wasn't the only actor in the room.

Of course, Ron started his usual little speech as they signed the contracts, even cracked the champagne at nine o'clock. The photoshoot was going to be after lunch as the crew gets the things together—Ron had really splurged on the production, he really took it to himself on how much money he was saving.

Sofía could see from the corner of her eyes as Chris was discussing something with his publicist, she kept discreetly pointing in her direction as Chris looked something on her phone. He kept shaking his head no, getting quickly irritated.

When they both turned around to look at her, she quickly looked at the other way—attention back whatever she was doing.

"Sof," Chris called her, voice soft. She looked up and he was right there with his publicist. "I need to show you something."

"What is it?" She asked and the woman asked if they could speak somewhere else. "Yeah, the office." Sofia leads the way.

"Thanks for the privacy," The woman said, and Sofia nod. "I don't care what you two are doing but I do care about this," She said showing her the paparazzi pictures of Chris and her when she arrived at the stupid party yesterday. Sofia could practically remember everything they talked on that brief moment, her full face was on display.

"Oh," Sofia explained and blinked a few times. "Well, shit,"

"And you didn't have anything to do with it?"

"Megan." Chris cut her off and the girl just rolled her eyes.

"He's insisting that you didn't but I gotta ask, I'm just trying to protect Chris's privacy."

"Megan, come on," Chris interrupted her.

"Wait. Are you asking me if I staged this?"

"Did you?"

"Sofi, I know you didn't, you don't have to answer, look Megan—

" It's okay and no, I didn't. Chris you know I would never," Sofia said looking at him, whatever what had gone down last night she would never break his trust like that, she loved and value their friendship to do something like this.

"Yes, I know," He touched her arm, looking at her apologetic. "I'm sorry I'm dragging you into this, I was sure there was no one."

" I'm glad you weren't, I just have to ask. The pictures are already out and you guys were on the street there's not much we can do." Megan explained. "For now you're the 'mystery woman' but I'm sure with time they'll find out who are you." She locks her phone and put it in her purse and looked at Chris.

"Okay, I'll deal with it when it has to deal with it, I'm cool with it." Sofia shrugged and Chris stared at her.

"This doesn't bother you?" Chris asked.

"It bothers me for you because I know you're a very private person but no worries for me, I'm pretty much obscure on social media, all I do is tweet about how much I hate Donald Trump and re-tweet dogs pics."

"She does," Chris nods and she shrugged again.

"Okay," Megan said looking down at he phone again. "Do you wanna release a statement or…?"

"I prefer not brought more attention to it, I'll leave it like this," Chris said and sigh, looking a little bit defeated.

Megan, the publicist, finished up the talk and quickly excuse herself, leaving them alone in the office.

"We should probably," Sofia said looking at her watch and tried to walk past him but of course Chris wasn't going to just let her.

"Can we talk?" He asked and she sighs.

"Chris, it's really okay,"

"No, it's not. I'm sorry I disrespect you,"

"You obviously still had things to figure out and I just don't wanna be in the middle of that. We are friends, if you need to vent with me I'm here, always." Sofia explained, leaning against the desk with her arms folded against her chest.

"Sof, I already figured it out," Chris said walking up to her. "I don't, I don't want anything with her. It's done -

" Yeah, her tongue down your throat last night didn't necessarily say 'I'm done with her',"

" Shit. I know, can we call it a lapse in judgment? " Chris made a face, he truly didn't know how to salvage this. Sofia was difficult and stubborn and he had fucked up.

"Call it whatever you want," She shrugged and sigh deeply.

"Hey," Chris said grabbing her hands as she kept looking anywhere else but him. "Hey, look at me," She did and closed her eyes.

Don't Sofia, don't don't. She kept thinking because he was so fucking attractive, she just wanted to kiss him all the time.

"I'm sorry, I'm truly sorry. I was a complete asshole and I shouldn't even try to explain, I fucked up it was my fault."

"Yeah," She pouted.

"But, I did figure it out—" Sofia was about to interrupt him again but he was quicker. "I know it didn't seem like it, but I did."

"And?"

"I wanna be with you, Sof. I don't wanna be just friends—

"Are you fucking with me?" She squints her eyes at him and scoffed." I'm going just to pretend you didn't say anything because I like my job." Sofia muttered and walked out of the office.

"Jesus Christ," Chris muttered, running his hands over his beard and sigh.

~~~~

Christofer Robert Evans was relentless, couldn't take no for an answer and Sofia was about to snap at everyone at any giving moment. Between Chris trying to make a truce, Ron losing his shit constantly, his fucking son and friends that were fucking around the brewery, and on top of everything Amanda kept blowing her phone.

"Sofia," Ron called her and she walked up to him and his son that was chatting with Chris.

"What's up?" She said walking up to her and he took her to aside.

"I'm going to send you back to Boston for a while," He said and Sofia was about to cry.

"Oh God, thank you I fucking hate this place so much." She said making a face and Ron laughed at her expression.

"I know, I can see the amount of pressure that I've been putting you into this last couple of days and you did more than deliver. You deserve a little break,"

"Oh, man. Thank you," She sighed with relief. "Everything here it's pretty much set up, the machines are getting installed this week, everything with the bank it's already resolved, permits too. Thanks to Chris's lawyers, contractors are coming at the end of the month… I mean everything it's on track, at least for a week." She explained pulling out her cellphone and Ron was amazed.

"You pulled this off in a couple of days, I'm never letting you go, that's for sure," Ron said and made a gesture. "So, he likes you." He pointed at Chris with his mouth and Sofia roll her eyes. "And I thought you were only into Chicks."

"That's why your wife loves me so much and I have a weakness for pretty white dudes, it's pretty unhealthy if you asked me." She said with a smile looking at Chris for a moment. "it's complicated right now."

"Shit I bet, guess he's really into you by doing all this pro-bono. So, I'm going to be absolutely a greedy selfish man and said to trap this one." He said pointing at his finger and Sofia let out a laugh.

"No way, man." She shook her head. "Let's focus on beer and stop talking about my non-existent love life, after crazy bitch Tiffany. I'm done,"

"Yeah, and I thought my ex-wife was crazy, you definitely got it worse," He put a hand on her shoulder and murmur. "Good rebound, uh?" He pointed at Chris.

"Ay por Dios, Ron." She rolled her eyes and he laughed, walking away toward his son and started saying their goodbyes to a Chris.

"Ah, men. Listen, just be patient with her," Ron said to Chris while they shake hands. "She seems tough but she's all fragile inside, treat her right." The men said as he put another hand on his, squeezing a little bit.

Chris got the point right away.

"Yes, sir."

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Emma was slightly uneasy, fueled with maternal anxieties as she sipped on a chilled water bottle. She had swiped it from Sprayberry's clutches minutes ago, and the poor boy had yet to realize it. They were all severely jet-lagged, hardly awake yet but managing with their ever growing excitement. Her hand was clutched in Ellery's, a grin on her face as the two of them chattered endlessly. They had caught the same flight over to France, but even spending so many hours in a confined space proved to do them no harm. Dylan had tuned them out hours ago, using the baby as an excuse to be distracted. Emma hadn't fought him much on that, thankful to have a few hours to herself while her best friend and Dylan fussed over the five month old.

To say that luxury was short lived was majorly overlooked. The minute they landed Dylan and Ellery were ushered off to another section of the airport, Emma and Logan being led to customs. The baby had been fussy for hours after that, and despite Logan tagging along to help out, nothing had calmed Everly besides her mothers attentive touch. Emma was officially running on four hours of sleep, and she wasn't sure how her eyelids even managed to stay open.

She had left Logan and Everly in the hotel room just a few blocks from the convention center earlier that morning, pre-ordering her friend a coffee as a gesture of thanks. Not every twenty-year-old jumped at the chance of taking a fifteen hour flight to France only to be a babysitter.

"Makeup did a good job." Ellery teased, laughing when Emma dug her fingertips into her sides, a taunting grin on her face that had them both in fits of delirious laughter. They pulled apart quickly after, rummaging through the pile of French candies and snacks.

When they got the two minute signal, both girls grabbed a handful of hard candy, letting it fall into their mouths without much care. Dylan had witnessed it occur, rolling his eyes at his sister and his best, maybe more then friend, friend.

They had a steady thing going since well before Everly's birth, but only after did Dylan truly prove he wasn't just in it for the chase. He had stayed over on nights when Emma had begged him to just go home and be a normal kid on her behalf. He had changed diapers at three in the morning, and sat through breastfeeding's at four without complaint. He had been her rock for months now, and steadily both of them were craving more.

"How are you late?" Emma asked Holland around a mouthful of pastel candy, "Isn't your hotel the closest?" Holland wrinkled her nose at the sight, painfully accustomed to Emma's delirious habits.

"We got lost." Holland exclaimed, "Took a left when we should have went straight, and then when we should have made a right we went straight."

Emma rolled her eyes, swallowing the mouthful of candy before bringing Holland in for a tight hug. She hadn't seen much of the redhead in recent months, being cooped up in her apartment with Dylan and occasionally her friends from back in Jersey. She was taking her time settling into the whole parenting routine, but she would never miss an opportunity for fan interaction.

When they were lined up to start heading out, Sprayberry had finally noticed Emma clutching his water bottle, the sharpie painted cap rubbing off on her fingertips as she fiddled with it. He snatched it back, taking a swig, before handing it back.

"Could've just asked." He teased.

"That wouldn't have been as fun. Besides, you're oblivious when your tired." Emma concluded, cheekily taking another sip of the water and finishing it off. She threw it out, having just enough time to smooth down her shirt before they were being called out on stage.

Ryan went out first, then Dylan, Ellery, Megan, Emma, Crystal, Holland, and Shelley. It was a line-up of one badass women after another, which didn't happen very often in the land of teen wolf conventions. The show wasn't totally male dominated, but the numbers were slightly uneven when it came to promotion.

Emma took her seat between Crystal and Megan, smiling widely at the two. Crystal gave her hands a few squeezes before dropping them and grabbing the water bottle given to her by a stagehand.

Emma pulled out her phone, sending Logan a text as the moderator asked Crystal, Megan, and Ellery about their experience and exposure to France. She was answered immediately with a picture of her munchkin. The bright blue eyes of her baby were slowly earning speckles of darker blue and brown, but her large gummy grin was still the same even behind a pacifier. Her tan onesie decorated with skin tone colored rainbows was undone at the bottom, a recent habit Everly was getting into.

Crystal had leaned over just in time to see the picture, cooing in Emma's ear as she typed out a response before putting her phone away, giving the fans her undivided attention. She looked up at Crystal with a grin, glad to be reunited with the girl.

It wasn't long before they were getting into fan questions, and the interpreter was listening intently. "She wants to know what you miss the most."

"The long hours of work. I miss that, seriously." Dylan exclaimed after a moment of his drawn out um, "I miss having purpose." He joked, Emma couldn't help but roll her eyes at him, although she did miss the long nights. Anytime you created relationships on set and then put them to the test during fraturdays or fifteen hour shoots was always exhilarating.

"People." Holland sang, "I think you miss the people, I miss JR and Ian acting like they're an old married couple." Holland paused when the crowd erupted into screams, a smile breaking her lips. "Right, you know what I'm taking about? I genuinely actually miss that."

Emma grinned, nodding her head at the many memories of JR and Ian's bickering.

"I miss school. During night shots, taking math tests at three in the morning. It sounds like absolute torture, and it was, many tears were shed in that room, but it was always unofficial crackhead shit. I think I gave Spray a concussion one time." Emma grinned, biting down on her bottom lip when laughter arose at her answer. Sprayberry didn't miss a beat though, having been waiting for this moment for at least three years.

It was nearly four in the morning during season six, the both of then were slowly finishing up their senior year, and through delirium they'd decided yoga would be a good idea. They had gotten half way through the first pose before Emma slipped off of his shoulders and the both of them tumbled to the ground. Jeff hadn't let them in the room together for nearly a month after that.

"You did! I was out of choreo for a week." He fed into the microphone.

"It wasn't a life threatening injury, you're fine." She rolled her eyes, before looking at the crowd who. The majority was teenage girls, and they were all collectively giggling at the banter. "He's fine."

Emma turned her head, sticking her tongue out at Sprayberry before she fell back in her seat laughing. Their dynamic had never changed, though being surrounded by old friends had brought out a spark that had been slowly fading with time and adulthood.

"Shelley, would you like to say something?" The moderator questioned, taking Shelley's elaborate hand gestures as her wanting to say something. Emma grinned at the shocked expression on her face before she covered it up.

"The people." She mused, "I miss the people, I miss catching up with them. I miss you guys." Shelley smiled earning cheers to go around the room.

Emma looked down at her phone, seeing the screen light up beneath her leg. From the way it was positioned she could see that it was Logan sending her pictures, she could only assume Everly was being a little shit and using her time away from Emma to meet new milestones.

"Hi, um, what was your favorite scene to film?" A fan asked. Emma had missed this, it hadn't been too long since she'd had this kind of exposure, but it wasn't as painfully frequent as it once was. Emma could never find a medium she liked, always bending more towards a side then a middle.

"My favorite scenes to film were also the worst scenes to film, whenever we had huge ensemble because they would take forever. But it was also fun because everyone was in the scene, so there was a lot of goofing off and having fun. But you would shoot certain scenes for weeks, it felt like, at least days, but your at least having fun with the same people, just like up here. We can all have fun when we're not being professional."

Dylan leaned over the look in his blue eyes gleaming as he knew his voice wouldn't be carried far into the audience because he didn't have a mic, "Do you know how to be professional?"

It was a joke from years ago, one that hadn't been brought up in at least a few months. Emma grinned leaning forward just the same, the glint in her eyes dangerous with energy, "I'll cut your balls off."

The both of them laughed as they leaned back. They weren't sure why that had been so funny, but filming season four had lead to it's creation one morning between Tuesday and Wednesday. Emma was pretty she had been nearly asleep with her head in Sprayberry's lap when he made the joke, and her groggy response had been a tad violent.

Megan was still laughing when she started explaining her answer, being handed a microphone from Holland so the audience could hear her. Crystal glanced over at Emma, sharing a meaningful look with the girl. She was always very put together during panels, the least likely of the cast to go off on wild rants of what happened behind the scenes.

"Yeah that being said, I love to do all my own stunts. Although, that being said, I don't do all my own stunts, my stunt double was amazing, but I kind of love being physical especially because most of those scenes are at night, so it wakes you up it makes you be very aware. But, yeah, those were my favorite scenes. The stunt work, and also, so this question comes up a lot and were asked a lot, and every single time that I'm asked I feel like my scenes always change, and I just thought about the scene in the pilot Holland with you and Emma, at the lacrosse game?" Crystal smiled, at the memory that resurfaced. The pilot was so long ago, filmed nearly nine years ago, but memories were still so vivid.

"Oh yeah." Holland grinned, Emma smiled at the memory.

"You were so brilliant in that scene." Crystal grinned, "But it was the first time that we got to hang out as like normal people. I don't know, it was a great scene with you guys." She grinned, making heart pumping motions with her hands when the crowd awed.

"During that scene about lacrosse I was just talking about getting fired before i had basically even been hired, like, i just hope i make it for a second season, you don't understand, you don't understand. So that's what we were -- that's what I was complaining to Crystal and Em about in the bleachers during that scene." Holland laughed, "But yeah that was a fun scene."

"It was cold too!" Emma added, "Holland and I were in mini skirts and booty shorts."

"It was so cold." Holland agreed, "And, this is a zinger, Atlanta hadn't had a lot of production at that point so there's certain tricks when your filming in cold weather to wear like under lays, and we didn't have those under layers. So we were so bitterly cold during our pilot." Holland looked over at Crystal who was nodding along to her story, a smile breaking her lips when another memory struck Holland, "And our trailer caught on fire, hair and makeup, so we had to get the hell out of dodge."

Shelley grabbed the microphone from Holland a blank gleam in her eyes, "Shit, I was listening to you guys I haven't been thinking. I really enjoy, I'll say since it's who I basically started working with, Dylan O'Brien--" The crowd went up into cheers at just the mention of his name and Emma grinned, "Yeah, that was really my first taste of Teen Wolf and he was just a great scene partner, and obviously we had so much fun, to much fun. I think we laughed, you know,  mostly when you're not supposed to. But you know, our scenes always turned out different then I think either of us expected, and there was always some cool, weird thing that would happen, I don't know." Shelley waved off her answer, clearly having initially pulled it from her ass with being on the spot.

"Ellery, Emma, do you have anything?" The moderator asked so she knew if she could begin translating what what already been said.

"I like the scene in Motel California with Ro, Posey," Emma stressed, she had referred to him as Ro, or Rosie multiple times before, but it wasn't an obvious give away that she was referring to Tyler and that often slipped her mind. "When Ellie says she loves him, that was a sweet moment. I don't know that's the only one I can remember, I blocked the first three seasons out and then season six was overrun with spiders."

Ellery had started talking before she was even offered a microphone, her soft voice picking up when Dylan shoved on into her hands. "We had to do a scene in my episode, where we were like fighting. We had to like, get in each others face, I don't think you got it, but it was like really funny."

"Like real life." Shelley interjected.

"Yeah. Exactly! Cause we don't really fight," Sprayberry shrugged his shoulders, and Ellery rolled her eyes in annoyance, "Maybe a little bit, maybe sometimes. It was fun though, cause we actually felt like real siblings."

Dylan grabbed the microphone from Ellery, his lips pinching upwards in a smirk. "We never feel like we're siblings unless we're on a TV show." Emma rolled his words, knowing full well that Dylan adored his little sister more then anything else in the world, although she had an itching suspicion that her baby was beginning to take Ellery's place. "Yeah that was fun because they let us improve a lot which was cool. Um, my favorite scenes are the easy ones. No, uh, the i fell in a hole scene is really popular, I guess. That's one of my favorite scenes that i did film because that started a whole new part of my character, and that opened up the comedic side of my character because before that I was just playing angry, and emotional all the time, and it got kind of tiring, and if by doing that it allowed people to see my character in a different light..."

Emma had tried to follow Spray's words, but she drifted off in thought when he phone buzzed again. Was it Everly? She was sure Logan would have called or gotten into contact with her PA for the day, but she couldn't help but worry. She had taken Everly all over, but never had they been separated in a foreign country. Mom guilt was beginning to eat her up inside, but she forced a smile onto he lips and took a peak down at her phone. She breathed out a sigh, seeing that it was just a picture of Everly, her hands and knees pressed to the floor as she mastered the art of crawling.

"If there had been a season seven, would you have wanted to be in it?" The moderator translated. It was a unanimous answer instantly, heads bobbing and yes's being mumbled into the microphones.

"Do you have any new projects?"

Dylan looked around, seeing that everyone was busy in their own little side conversation so he began to mumble before finding an answer, "Do you guys know Hulu?"

"Light as a feather!" A girl yelled from the audience, attempting to do an American accent but sounding overly southern. Emma giggled, pushing a few strands of hair from her eyes before looking over towards Dylan.

He went over what it was, looking between Ellery and Ryan every few words. He never was good at press, which made Emma wonder why he ranted and raved about it after every convention.

"Anybody else?"

Emma accepted the microphone from Shelley, "I have a movie called After out next year. That's all I can say."

The stage went silent once more, the remaining actors around Emma all either happily our of work or actively looking. "Anyone else have new projects they would like to talk about?"

"No." Shelley exclaimed, "We're retired."

The moderator began to translate when Emma pinched her eyebrows together, turning towards Megan with a small frown, "You have a project." She nudged her gently, her lips turning upwards into a smirk when Megan began to fiddle with her fingers.

Megan had collected a rainstorm of applause for her new gig on Charmed, and Emma smiled, poking at the girl with a taunting grin. Megan laughed and the two fell into each other, whispering about nonsense while the panel moderator directed attention to Shelley.

"Ryan just reminded me about a role I've been on hold for, um, but it's to play a former beauty queen and former addict, so fingers crossed."

"True life story." He mumbled into the mic, watching Shelley's cheeks heat up.

"Miss Teen USA 2004." Emma projected, grinning widely when Shelley flipped her off. That had been a constantly running joke between them for years, she couldn't help but break away into little giggles and grins.

"It's based on my life." She admitted, "I'm not a former addict though." Shelley mimicked downing a glass of alcohol and Emma laughed loudly, mumbling an apology as she giggled into her knees.  

The next question was about their preferred favorite season, and the audience had gone into a fit of sadness after Crystal answer 3b. Emma frowned as well, recalling the hardships they had all went through while filming and bringing to life such a traumatic event. Her own character, Ellie, had been a wreck for nearly an entire season to follow. It was an arc Emma loved playing out, having been in that position one to many times before facing the death of a multiple loved ones, but it had also put a pause on the independent women her character was becoming.

She had answered with season four, for that exact reasoning, and than handed the microphone off to Megan. She laughed when Megan answered with season 3b and 4, and then went on about how those seasons were the tipping point when the fandom hated her for taking Derek away.

Dylan grabbed the microphone from Ellery after she answered season 6b by default. "I swear to god, if you don't say season five!" She warned.

"I liked doing 6A and 6B." Emma gasped at his answer, leaning forward to grab at the the small multi-colored hard candies, pelting them towards him aggressively. They showered down on him and Ellery, and the latter of the pair laughed loudly.

Dylan threw the candy back at Emma, his smile wide and taunting as the girl flipped him off with a playful glare. "Why season six?" She demanded to know. "It was literally full of spiders."

DAY 2

Emma had gotten more sleep tonight, thankfully. She hadn't gone to the party with the rest of the cast, instead turning in for a quiet night in her hotel room with her baby and best friend. Logan had been more then happy to have Emma with her as the two of them watched Disney movies, hardly caring that although their excuse for watching children's movies was the baby in the room, Everly was more interested in her feet then she was Tinkerbell and Elsa.

She was in between Holland and Sprayberry for the group panel that morning, sipping on a Starbucks refresher while the moderator asked about the party. Logan had gotten up with Everly just before six thirty, surprising Emma with a few extra minutes of sleep and a refreshing wakeup call.

Dylan reached for the cup, eyeing the light pink liquid. He had ordered for Emma many times before, usually supplying the younger girl with a strawberry lemonade but her drink was evolving by the month it seemed. Emma rolled her eyes playfully, handing the cup to Dylan and watching as her quizfully took a sip. He scrunched his nose up at first, but went in for another gulp and decided it wasn't as bad as he initially thought.

When asked what their favorite line was, the answers were immediate without any need to think, "Deer." Shelley exclaimed.

"A girls gotta eat."

"I fell in a hole."

Emma couldn't help but giggle at the memory, grabbing the microphone from Dylan's hand, "Always." She turned to give the microphone to Holland, sending the redhead a wink considering that line was almost always directed towards her.

"What the hell is a Stiles."

"We protect those who cannot protect themselves."

Ellery's answer was lame, but in the blondes defense she had only made an appearance in one episode. Emma just grinned, to busy making weird faces at Dylan through her impressive fit of energy. She had slept great considering the three am feeding, as well as being in an entirely different country and a hotel bed.

The two of them weren't paying as much attention as they should've been, breaking out into grins when they finally pulled their attention from their moment of weird expressions to listen to the moderator.

Froy had answered the question first, not missing a beat when he lifted the microphone to his mouth and claimed that in his free time he liked to do auditions for other projects. Shelley praised his efforts, her and Emma sharing a mutual distaste for the audition process. Most actors hated auditioning, feeling unnatural and like a ridiculed prop, but it was a necessary evil most times. Emma was convinced there was no better news then when her agent calls and tells her about a role she would only have to chemistry read for.

"What we like to do?" Ryan asked, "I like to get drunk and play with cats." He easily shrugged at the answer and Emma had to hide her grin. She had witnessed a hungover Ryan playing with animals on many occasions, and the sight never failed to be adorable.

It was no shock to Emma when Ellery answered wrestling and Crystal answered cooking. It had been a few weeks since she'd managed to take the drive to Crystal's place, but almost every night she was sent a new recipe that she said she would try and almost never did. Crystal knew this of course, but she also knew although Emma lied through her teeth about commitment, she enjoyed the texts and thought of somebody having her on their mind.

"Reading, hiking, I like the outdoors, the mountains in particular. So, I'll do a lot of audio books when I hike, and I camp. I love camping, so that's usually where I am." Holland grinned before handing the microphone off to Emma.

"I love sleeping." She exclaimed, a goofy grin on her face at the idea. "Usually, I'm hanging out with my baby, or this goon. Sometimes I'll take a random dance class." She nudged a thumb at Dylan, the two of them practically roommates. It wasn't often that Emma spent the night alone with Everly, having to force Dylan back to his own house so there was at least a small reason for him to be paying monthly bills and utilities.

She handed the microphone to Dylan, smiling softly at him before taking another sip of her drink. The way Dylan was sitting looked either genius level comfortable or completely horrible for his joints. She wouldn't be surprise if in a few minutes he'd start complaining about his tailbone or his back, but for the moment he was completely spaced out thinking of an answer.

"Um, I like doing Muay Thai, and wrestling, and I like reading. And um, spending time with this goon." He returned the favor, his grin sheepish when he snapped his gaze to Emma who was playfully rolling her eyes and kicking at his leg with her vans covered foot. Neither one of them missed the way Shelley excitedly gasped at their answers. The pair couldn't go a day without Shelley asking if they'd made it official yet.

Emma was sure she wouldn't say no if Dylan asked, but the guilt of tying him down with a kid at twenty-years-old was a lot of process. She was still only nineteen, they had so much life to live.

Megan took the microphone from Dylan, "Exercising. I just got into yoga, I also just got into Barry's bootcamp which is some intense stuff, and I also just also, also just also, I'm really tired, um, I got into cooking as well, I got into hors d'oeuvres, just getting all into that. And yeah, auditioning. I hate it, but it's what I do in my free time."

"Lucky." Shelley exclaimed when she grabbed the microphone, Emma laughed, shaking her head at the girl. They'd spent many nights curled up on Shelley's bed, or in Emma's, just talking about what the future held for them creatively. It wasn't like their opportunities were limited, rather the work offered way dry. It was either to far fetched from themselves, to boringly similar, or a role to close to one they'd played before. "I love to dance, and uh, I mean, Spanish, duolingo my app."

Emma and Dylan were once again in their own world. They were energized on sleep, Dylan getting an extra boost from the coffee he sipped tenderly. Emma had never really gotten into drinking it, though Holland had tried on multiple occasions to pass her an americano while on set. Kicking at him a little to hard, Emma flinched when she missed his leg and instead rammed her foot into the leg of his chair.

Sprayberry doubled over in laughter whilst Emma pouted, attempting to nurse the ache in her toes but distracting herself with the Starbucks refresher in her hands. She hadn't been kicking him all that hard, just little taps that would become annoying, which was her goal, but apparently the chair had other opinions of her pestering.

The next question was about what era they'd like the live in. Emma's answer hadn't changed since she was seven years old, the nineties being a time she would have liked to experience, or at least remember, because she couldn't deny that she did technically live during them, although it was as an infant.

"The sixties." Shelley answered.

"Considering my ancestry, right now. For free." Megan exclaimed and Emma couldn't help but giggle, though the weight of her statement weighed true and was something Emma thought about too frequently. She was a person of color living in America, but despite her mixed heritage she wasn't called out as often as her dark-skinned colleges and friends, but that didn't mean she was free of any racist interactions.

"Now might be the best time." Dylan agreed, "Um, I would say the nineties, what no! Like the early nineties, when nirvana was a big thing. Like I wish I lived in Seattle when those bands were all around because they were all friends and I would have liked to be apart of a band like that. Now all music is shit. Let me know how it was, yeah." He laughed.

"Is it cool if I say the nineties too? I don't have good reasoning, I just want to know what the hype was about Blockbuster."

"Did you never go to a blockbuster?" Ryan asked, leaning forward in his chair so his voice traveled to Emma.

"No, it was a, here's Netflix, kind of thing."

"When were you born?" His eyes were wide in shock now, clearly interested in the upbringing Emma had considering she hadn't even visited a blockbuster.

"End of ninety-eight." Emma grinned at his exasperated face, "So I have probably been to a blockbuster, but not that I can remember."

Holland had a blissfully teasing glint in her green eyes when Emma turned towards her and offered her the microphone. It was a given to be picked at because of her age. Being twelve and working with twenty and thirty-year-olds just came with the teasing territory. She didn't mind though, usually because Holland always came to set the next day with random products from the nineties, claiming it was to further educate Emma, when really it was just to give her an excuse to buy them on amazon at two am.

The next question wasn't as light hearted, a girl standing up and asking what advice they had for somebody that's sad. Emma had figured out from personal experience that when a question like that is asked it's never for somebody else or conspired out of the blue, it's somebody that's going through a hard time and needs to hear something other then their own internal monologue.

Froy and Ryan had given inklings of advice whilst Emma was in her own head, trying to find words that could soothe. She had faced depressive episodes that lasted weeks and months, and she had felt sadness that lasted days. The two wore different faces, but often they were confused and shoved into the same category. It was a category that not many social outlets or people liked to touch upon.

"I think it is important to realize it is completely fine to feel sad, it's not a bad thing, in fact it only feels really bad when we try to actively push it away. Some of the most beautiful literature, and poetry, and art, and exploration has come from people feeling sad, and in fact if we didn't feel sad we wouldn't know what it would be to feel happiness. If we didn't have heartbreak we wouldn't know what extreme love would feel like, sadness is apart of our human experience and it's something we need to experience, and I think that when you accept okay, I feel sad today, and you don't try to actively push against it lightens it. I think it's just important to realize we actually need it, and it can provide great perspective if you let it, and learn from it."  Crystal spoke, her words hitting Emma deeply. She knew the feeling of denial all to well, and pushing aside what she was actually feeling had been a default reflex since before she could remember. It had gotten so bad at one point, there had been a time when she couldn't even name what happiness was. She had pushed everything away to the point where she felt numb.

Emma accepted the microphone from Holland after the girl shared, her heart heavy at the topic they were touching at, "I was diagnosed with an anxiety disorder when I was eleven and depression when I was thirteen. I think what helped me the most was looking at it from the perspective that shit happens. I think it's so ignorant when people assume you're incapable of functioning with a mental illness, or being medicated is the only way to deal with it. Letting yourself feel anything that's not happiness has such a negative stigma in society, and you're fed bullshit by so many outlets. I just take a step back from it all. When I have the time to stay home, I stay home. Sometimes I sit in silence for days, and I don't talk to anybody. It's just about finding what works for you."

Emma didn't think twice about handing the microphone off to Dylan. She had never been opposed to talking about her own struggles, but it was a conversation controversial to some, and her emotions were so heavily guarded it was hard to express them at times. Sprayberry offered Emma a genuine smile before he tried to find his own remedies at the tip of his tongue.

She didn't really listen to much to what her other former cast-mates said, busy picking at the skin around her nails and starring off into the audience. Miniscule details were catching her attention, her heart beating in her ears. She wasn't good at being vulnerable, or listening to other people being vulnerable. She had gotten better at it, but it was still able to make her antsy.

That was the last question of the panel, and happily Emma accepted Dylan's hand when he helped her down the stage stairs. His touch had brought her out of the distracted daze she'd fallen into, but the topic still weighed heavily on her. She pulled her phone from the waistband of her pants, frowning curiously when she noticed that Logan hadn't sent her any messages.

When they rounded the corner to a green room, Emma was slightly taken aback to see Logan smiling sheepishly. Her baby was wide away, suckling on a pacifier and playing with her fingers, no sign of a nap in her wide blue eyes.

"You left with my phone." Logan held up the phone in her hands, proving to Emma that the phone she'd been checking all morning hadn't been her own. She hadn't even realized that the case and background was different, to caught up with everything else going on. "And I couldn't get into yours, because you changed the password, again."

Ellery and Dylan both made an advance for the baby at the same time, glaring at each other childishly. Everly didn't mind the attention though, soft coos falling from around her pacifier.

"Did she nap at all?" Emma sighed, switching Logan's phone for her own when she came close enough to the blonde. "I swear if you leave me with an overtired baby later, I'll have your head."

Logan rolled her eyes, "Princess here decided she wanted to sleep until ten this morning." Emma gaped at the news, looking over at her baby with a betrayed gleam. Dylan had her cuddled up into his chest, hands softly caressing's her thin and fragile hair.

"Ten?" Emma whined. She was lucky if Everly slept in past seven. She had quickly learned how to do basic house chores with a baby on in her embrace. "You going to head back to the hotel?"

Logan had mentioned a trip to the shops yesterday, so Emma wouldn't be surprised if she came back to the hotel later and her daughter had an entirely new wardrobe. Logan didn't even need to answer for Emma to roll her eyes. "Don't buy all of France, please." She bargained.

"I'll try not to babes." Logan reached for Everly, hardly bothered by the teary gleam she received. "Say bye to Mommy." Emma pressed a kiss to the babies head before Logan and Evie were gone again, off to spend too much money on tiny shoes and clothes.

Her mood had improved greatly, turning to give Dylan a wide grin and pull him over to the large stack of sweets. Shelley was already rummaging through them with Froy, extending a chocolate covered wafer to Emma the second she approached.

This was exactly the place she wanted to be.