#Mamma Mia Prompts

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Prompt: Mamma Mia AU (absolute crack time): Jamie is all set to marry Roy but he still wants to meet his dad who may be either Ted (Sam), Beard (Bill), or Trent (Harry). Except Ted ends up with Trent instead of… whoever Jamie's mom is. Rebecca as Tanya, Keeley as one of Jamie's BFFs, etc

[charsui]

So we're all aware that like Abba got a musical, so did the Proclaimers, probably the Beatles, hell Green Day did, right? Well, my wondering is where is the 2 part musical in which we see the entire world of My Chemical Romance's stories, a grimdark world with a devastating war for Black Parade and then the scrambling through the Cyberpunk wasteland that followed in Danger Days? I mean you can do 2 shows but the idea of this flowing world would be neat to look at

[banannabethchase]

Should it inspire maybe 23 Claudio/Yuta

Bad Businessman

23: “Sometimes I wonder if you do these things on purpose.”

Content heads up for like...mild bloodplay? And blood.

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Yuta's on a bench wiping blood off his face with a tissue when a shadow overtakes the light. "Oh, hey Claudio." He smiles up at him. "I'm bloody again."

Claudio sighs and drops to a squat, shaking his head. Yuta resists the urge to ask him if he intends to look like a disappointed teacher. He takes his shirt and wipes at Yuta's messy face. "Sometimes I wonder if you do these things on purpose," he says with exasperation.

"A little," Yuta says, grin spreading. "Maybe I like it when you get all annoyed at me for putting myself in trouble."

"You shouldn't," Claudio says, frowning down at the pink-stained shirt. "This was $65 dollars, Sunshine."

Yuta shrugs. "Shouldn't have bought a $65 dollar white tee shirt, hot shot."

"It's the only brand that fits my shoulders, and you know that."

Snorting, Yuta kicks at Claudio's thighs. "Sell it online for, like, $600 now. Easy fix."

"I'm not selling a shirt covered in your blood!"

"Then you're a terrible businessman." He hops to his feet and Claudio follows, like he knew he would. He crowds into Claudio's space until Claudio sighs and wraps an arm around Yuta's waist.

"I'm a wrestler, not a businessman," Claudio murmurs, pressing his lips to Yuta's forehead. They come away a little more red than they'd been before. Yuta wants to taste it.

"And aren't I glad you are." He pulls Claudio down, and tastes.

[gonzart]

Inktobers day 5 and 6

5: flame [princess]

6: bouquet [mamma mia]

[baconkath]

daemyra prompt Mamma Mia!AU

this came to me during an early abba marathon while I was cleaning so. Be gentle

Visenya was raised by her mom, but just before getting married she discovers her mom's 3 possible baby daddies. Considering she looks just like her mommy, it's hard to say who is the one, so, why not inviting Harwin, Leanor and Daemon?

What's the worst that could happen?

[lavenderspence]

Missing the happy hormone | S.R.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Content warning: emotional reader, period mention, fluff

Word Count: 1.8K

Summary: Apparently Spencer Reid could make anything better - even the emotional disaster of being on your period

A/N: First, huge thank you to the cutie that sent in this request, you literally caught me while on my period so this was born. Also, here’s to my inability to write short fics, this is your only warning that i can make and will make anything long, lol. Also, my titles suck omg. And shoutout to my crazy bestie for making me a Mamma Mia girly, she rocks.

But also, happy one month to this blog! When I carved out this little space for myself a month ago I wasn’t really sure how I’d feel being back here and writing again, but so far it’s been a treat. A huge thank you for all of your support and love and thank you to my mutuals and everyone that interacted with my blog. 💕 Here’s to many more months to come!

Request: spencer x fem!reader on her period/ovulating and shes in tears all the time?? Im ovulating and have been crying for hours and keep calling my mom lmaoo he’d been so lovely and sweet I know it I can feel it in my bones

It was a slow day at the BAU. The most exciting thing in the 6 hours Spencer had spent at work was Rossi’s invitation to dinner the following weekend. 

Paperwork had piled high after their last 2 cases, so every team member was hunched over their desk, writing and revising reports. It was a never-ending cycle - finish a report, close the file, open a new one, and start all over again.

His eyes had started getting tired after four and a half hours, his hand had started cramping and he was down two pens so far, yet there was still a prominent pile on his desk.

He suspected Morgan and Emily might have pushed a file or two from theirs onto his load, seeing as he was getting done the fastest. Regardless, every few hours JJ was bringing even more to pile on top of everything that wasn’t finished, so buried in paperwork they stayed - no matter how fast he wrote or read, or how used to the load he was.

He was just thinking about getting up to prepare a fresh pot of coffee so he could function properly for a few more hours when his phone started ringing. He felt around the pockets of his suit jacket, where it sat draped on his chair, and then pulled it free. 

His display showed an incoming call, a picture of you as he hugged you, hands around your middle and face almost buried into your neck, a soft smile gracing both your faces. A scenery rich with reds, browns, and yellows stood behind you, the beauty of fall was nothing short of spectacular. 

The picture you’d taken last year when the team spent a weekend at Rossi’s cabin in the woods, surrounded by the beauty of landscapes and leaves, nature for miles. 

He accepted the call right away, a small smile on his face. 

“Hey sweetheart.” His voice was gentle, if a little raspy from misuse. He hadn’t talked much in the last few hours - just a distracted short answer here or a hum there. He was happy you were calling, though, welcoming the reprieve from the most recent report. 

It was silent for a few seconds, and he wondered absentmindedly if maybe you hadn’t called him on accident, and then there came a tiny little sniffle from your side. 

“Sweetheart?” He prompted, “Are you there? What’s going on?” Worry was starting to creep into the base of his spine, but he still remained calm and kept his voice gentle. 

“I’m here. Hi.” Another small sniffle, “All’s good. Just…I was just wondering how much longer you’d be gone.” Your voice was small,like you thought you might upset him by asking, and a little crackly, like you yourself were upset about something. 

His eyebrows furrowed, and he checked the time quickly - 3:57 pm. 

“Probably about two more hours, there’s a lot of paperwork we need to go through.” His eyes met Emily’s as she sent him a curious, questioning look. 

“Oh, okay.” The resignation was clear in your voice, “I’ll see you later then.” The call ended abruptly, and it took him a second to catch up.

He couldn’t help but feel like not everything was as good as you claimed it was. For one, you rarely called to ask when he’d be home - you knew his work could span into the late hours, or even stretch for days. You let him update you on any changes in his work schedule. 

In your interactions, your voice was usually upbeat and teasing - especially on the phone. Your kindness was always evident in your voice, as was your mood. You were a sunshine person, if he ever met one, that’s probably why you and Penelope formed such a close bond upon meeting. 

There was something that nagged him - a change in your mood he could pick up on just by your voice - too low, too small, and the cracks that he could now identify as he replayed your conversation in his head. You were keeping yourself from crying out, and yet there was nothing more apparent than the tears in your voice. And that made him worry. 

“Reid, are you okay?” Emily’s voice snapped him from the hard stare he’d been giving his phone in the last several minutes since the call ended. 

“I…I don’t know.” His eye twitched, and he cleared his throat before he tried and failed to articulate exactly what was happening - he himself had a hard time understanding. One thing he knew was that he needed to get home. “I..um, I need to go. Can you, please?” He asked, gusting at the remaining three files on his desk before he pulled his suit jacket on and grabbed his satchel. 

Morgan and Emily shared a mildly concerned look before they both nodded their heads, “Yeah, go. Text to let us know if everything is okay.” Morgan reminded him before he exited the bullpen with a fast step and tried to keep calm.

He was aware the situation wasn’t anything that he needed to be incredibly worried over - if something was really wrong, he knew you would have let him know. Yet, he couldn’t help the way his heart constricted by the sound of your voice, or the overwhelming desire to come home and gently hold you, see what could have caused this behavior. 

You were curled up on the couch, watching as Donna helped Sophie get ready for her wedding, the gentle melody of “Slipping through my fingers” filling the empty apartment. Your eyes were watering, to the point that everything was starting to get blurry. A shaky exhale left your lips.

Today has simply been a rollercoaster. Kissing Spencer goodbye this morning was the highlight of the day. What followed was nothing short of an emotional disaster. 

You’d teared up during breakfast, images of picking berries with Spencer flying through your mind. The desire to make it a reality was strong. 

Following that had come the overwhelming urge to bawl your eyes out, for no apparent reason whatsoever. Just cry and cry until you had it all emptied out and you could take a deep breath and continue with your day. So, cry you did, and then you’d finished with your chores for the day. 

Apparently letting it all out and emptying your tear supply hadn’t happened. Seeing as around 3:30 you’d started missing your boyfriend so much, the need to hear his voice had won out, so you’d called him. You felt the need to have him home to hold you because this month’s visit from mother flow was making you feel like a crybaby.

But then there was disappointment at the notion that you needed to wait close to 3 hours before that could happen. So you quickly ended the call before he could pick up on the tone of your voice, and then you shed a few tears. 

Now here you were, rewatching Mamma Mia because you really needed a pick me up, and once again, eyes shining as the tears started falling. At this point, it was a losing battle, so you let them fall, humming to the song with a broken voice. 

That’s exactly how Spencer found you, not a minute later. His keys were in his hand, the satchel on his shoulder, and he was just a little bit out of breath. 

The moment his eyes met you, they softened as he dropped everything and sat down next to you. His hand reached up and he cradled the side of your face, wiping your tears away. 

“Hey, sweetheart. What’s wrong?” He asked in a whisper.

“Look at Donna painting Sophie’s nails, it’s...” You hiccuped, another wave of tears washing over you. “And you’re home, why are you home?” Your question was met with a furrow in his brow, as his thumbs continued wiping underneath your eyes. 

“You called.” He answered simply. 

“But you said-” He stopped you before you could finish your sentence.

“I did, yes. But you sounded off and sad, so. Want to tell me what’s going on?” He prompted you gently as he pushed your hair back and pulled you into his lap after, feeling like you needed the physical contact. 

You weren’t ashamed to admit it, per se, but you were ashamed that your hormones had caused him to leave work and race home to be with you. 

“It’s my period,” you mumbled, hands wrapping around his neck as you hid your face in his chest, too tired to prevent your eyes from watering again. “It’s been going on all day. Randomly, I’d just get so emotional, and the tears would start. I was missing you so much too, and then hearing the song, bam, tears again. I’m so done with this Spence.” You sounded barely coherent, with your face pushed as close to him as possible. 

It all made sense now, you’d been cranky a few days ago, and then you’d told him last night your cramps were unbearable, so he knew you were on your period, but right now he felt like an idiot for not figuring it out himself. 

“It’s okay, everything is fine. The drop in estrogen and progesterone, following your ovulation triggered this. This in turn reduced the production of serotonin, your happy hormone. So, we just need to boost it a bit.” He whispered into your ear as you played with the hairs at the nape of his neck. 

“How?” You sighed into his chest, almost being able to pick up on the sound of his heartbeat.

He got deep in thought for a few seconds as you breathed in his scent, and a sense of calmness slowly overtook you now that he was home and holding you. One of his hands was running soothing circles on your back as the other held your hand, fingers interlocked. 

“How about we take a trip to the store and get you some snacks? We’ll pick up dinner on the way home and then I'll hold you some more and you'll pick a movie for us to watch.” He suggested, kissing the crown of your head once, twice, and many more times until you gave him an answer. 

“Yeah, yeah, I think that would help, but just having you here has done wonders.” You finally laid your head against his chest, looking up to meet his eyes. He smiled, and so did you. Having him here really had helped immensely, and when had it not? He was your other half, your rock, and even when your emotions ran rampant or you were feeling down, just his presence, his touch, and his understanding were enough to make it all okay. 

Later in the evening, Penelope sent you a photo of Sergio sleep-hugging a little plushy you’d gotten him, and the waterworks started all over again. Luckily, Spencer was there, wiping your tears and kissing your head, saying a thousand things without actually speaking a word.

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Requests are open for both Spencer and Hotch if you want to send any!

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Self Ship Summer Prompt List

This is an all summer (June, July, August for Northern Hemisphere; December, January, February for Southern Hemisphere) prompt list! So no rush! Plus prompt lists are always for fun anyway! I tried to make this as flexible as possible so it can be done with nonromantic and romantic F/Os and ships. This can be for writing, drawing, journaling, scrapbooking, whatever you’d like! Please tag your creations as #SelfShipSummer2024 to participate.

Vacation!

Shopping Spree!

Outdoor Date/Outdoor Activities!

Camping!

Summer Camp Counselors!

Beach/Lake/River/Swim day!

Large Community Get Together!

Ranch/Cowpoke Day!

Stargazing!

Water Fight!

Sports Day!

Too Hot Outside!

Frozen Treats!

Summer Outfit Swap!

Mamma Mia!

Boat!

Summer Hat!

Field!

Aquarium/Zoo Day!

Cosplay Day!

Free Space / Have Fun!

Please no pr*ship/c*mship please.

[morgana-larkin]

Masterlist

(Requests Open) - What I write: Fluff, Angst, Smut, Reader with mental disabilities, Age gap, Minor reader (I'll only go as young as 16 though)

*Smut

Melissa Schemmenti

Worth It - Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6* Part 7* Part 8* Part 9* Part 10*

Don't Let Me Go

The 3 3 3 Method

Little Droplets of Relief

Her Poco Sole (little sunshine)

Let Me Help You*

Caught On Camera Part 2

Overwhelmed

Grocery Store Rendezvous

Thank You for Letting Me Be Myself

Want You Back* - Alternate Ending*

Map Of Your Scars*

Green Isn't Your Colour- Part 1 Part 2

Safe Word*

The Game of Love

Mine -Part 1* Part 2 Part 3 Part 4* Part 5* Part 6* Part 7*

Spring Is When Love Blooms

The Stolen Parking Spot

Blood As Green As Her Eyes - Part 1* Part 2*

Teaching You*

It Starts With Zero*

Fine Line*

Make Up and Make Out*

The Vendor, The Teacher and The Roses - Part 1 Part 2 Alt End*

Her Good Girl*

Puppy Crazy

Don't Call Me That - Part 2*

Clueless Teasing*

Speechless*

Allow Me*

Il Suo Angelo (Her Angel)*

Red And Green*

Doubt

I Feel A Rainbow In You - Prompt

Mia Anima Gemella (My Soulmate)*

Playing Favourite*

Calling 911 Part 2*

Wanna Kiss The Teacher*

Southern Girl

Guilty Or Not Guilty

Luck Be Her Lady*

Flirty Drunk

Drunk With Jealousy*

Once Upon A Time

Tutta Mia (All Mine)*

Chessy

Music Of Her Heart

Making You Hers*

Spring Is When Love Blooms

Her Good Girl*

Please Wake Up

All Over Again

Follow Directions*

Face The Consequences*

In Writting*

Assistance Needed

Marilyn Thornhill

Cool Your Fire Part 2 Part 3

Misty Quigley (Adult)

Coming Soon

Moiraine Sedai

Coming Soon

Agatha Harkness

Coming soon

Who I Write For (Fem! Reader)

Abbott Elementary: Melissa Schemmenti x Reader (romantic)

The Parent Trap: Chessy x Reader (romantic)

Wednesday: Marilyn Thornhill x Reader (romantic)

Yellowjackets: Adult Misty Quigley x Reader (romantic)

The Wheel Of Time: Moiraine Sedai x Reader (romantic)

Wandavision/ Agatha All Along: Agatha Harkness x reader (romantic)

Fics in the Works

Melissa Schemmenti

- Worth It Part 12

- Mine Part 9

- I Feel a Rainbow in you Part 2

- bad girl (prompt)

- worried Mel (prompt)

- night owl (prompt)

-Mi casa su casa (prompt)

- secret marriage (prompt)

- pyramid and sundress (prompt)

- tattoo reveal (prompt)

- thigh humping (prompt)

- breeding kink (prompt)

- menopause (prompt)

- autistic reader (prompt)

- cute sub Mel

-Androgynous reader (prompt)

- secret crush (prompt)

-party (prompt)

-secret piercings (prompt)

Chessy

- Face The Consequences Part 2

- mommy kink (prompt)

- mamma bear (prompt)

- enemies to lovers (prompt)

- slow burn (prompt)

Marilyn Thornhill

- Cool Your Fire Part 6

- telekinesis reader (early in the works)

Misty Quigley

- smut one shot

Moiraine Sedai

- A One Shot (early in the works)

Agatha Harkness

- A One Shot (early in the works)

- jealousy (prompt)

- virgin reader (prompt)

[magneto-was-fucking-right]

The Ghost Next Door - Chapter 6

Prompt: After suffering an almost lethal injury in combat, Simon "Ghost" Riley expected a dull, and uneventful leave back at his shitty apartment. His new next-door neighbor ruins his plans. Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader (named Riley Thomas for plot purposes)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 7

Disclaimer: slow burn; neighbor!Simon; semi-sexual content

Chapter Summary: In which Simon's neighbor gets drunk with his best friend and ends up, once again, on his couch.

Word Count: 3.1K

On a cold, rainy Friday night, Riley Thomas knocked on her neighbor’s door in sweatpants and a hoodie, a large pizza box from the restaurant down the street in hand. When Simon finally reached the door, the young woman slid inside quickly, sighing in relief at the comforting heat of his apartment.

“Why’d you take so long? The hallway is freezing!” She complained as a way of greeting, setting down the carton box on his table before rubbing her hands together.

“I took two minutes, you big baby.”

She rolled her eyes playfully.

“What’d you pick for tonight?” Riley asked curiously, peeking at his TV as she settled on the couch and quickly covered herself with their designated movie blanket.

“Mamma Mia.” 

“Fuck off.” She stared at him in disbelief, a mocking grin slowly creeping about her cheeks.  “Guilty pleasure?”

“One of many.”

She shook her head in amusement “You’re a man full of surprises, Simon.”

“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.” He chuckled.

A slow, tentative friendship had begun blooming between them over the weeks, as Riley found herself in her broody neighbor's company more often than not. Simon’s icy walls had started to crumble increasingly easier at the young woman’s terrible jokes, finding comfort in her amiable invitations for a movie night, a dog walk, or something as simple as a quiet talk while each of them did their laundry in the building’s basement.

Tonight was different for Riley, as it had been Simon’s idea for them to share the evening together, excitement bubbling in her stomach at their new found companionship. She spent her work days longing for their moments together, when she would come home to find he had prepared dinner and “accidentally” made enough to share, dropping by as soon as he heard her turn the key on her door. She noticed the recurrent acts of service with a soft, yearning heart when he took out his trash and offered to take hers as well, maintaining a neutral expression and shrugging awkwardly when she beamed at him and thanked him endlessly. 

A few days before, when she had invited him over for a hot cup of tea and cake, Simon had ended up washing the dishes, despite her constant protests, appearing nonchalant as he claimed he was just checking for leaks in the fickle plumbing.

Despite growing closer, the pair still maintained a set of respectful boundaries that assured their mutual trust: as Simon filled each of them a glass of wine, placing them on the coffee table along with the pizza, Riley knew she shouldn’t look as he removed his usual black facemask to eat, keeping her eyes on the screen as she made occasional remarks about the movie.

“I can’t believe you like this.” She laughed as the dramatic musical unfolded, cheesy and cheerful songs filling the dimly lit flat. “Big old broody man enjoying Abba songs in a rom com.” 

“It’s entertainin’.” He grunted as he grabbed another slice of pizza, trying to ignore how close they sat to each other under the blanket, her feet up and near his muscled thigh. Simon’s phone buzzed and he quickly grabbed it with his clean hand, reading the notification and stifling an affectionate smile.

He could almost feel how hard she tried not to stare, as well as ask about it, as she took another long sip of wine.

“Still interested in findin’ the pup an owner?” His deep voice made her snap her head at him on instinct, quickly looking away as she realized his face was still bare.

“Sorry.” She felt her cheeks heat, but Simon merely shrugged, eyes glinting as he put the mask back on. “Yes, I really can’t keep him trapped in such a small flat, let alone keep listening to Mrs. Parsons complain about the noise.”

“The old hag still botherin’ ya?”

“Every single day.” Riley sighed in defeat, running a nervous hand over her messy braid.

“My friend’s coming back from deployment in a few days. Might come visit and stay over to meet the dog, see how they get along.”

Riley felt her insides boil with something hot she tried hard to conceal. It wasn’t pleasant, and she felt ridiculous as she asked:

“Do you think she’ll be interested?” Her tone was almost casual enough that Simon didn’t pick up on her small trap. Almost. 

“I think he is very interested.” He made sure to drag out the pronoun and noticed her flustered expression, even as she kept her eyes on the screen. “He’s always wanted one.”

The young woman nodded silently and hummed to the music as she took another bite of her slice.

“Why’d you take on rescues anyway?” He asked, killing the awkward silence between them.

“They were gonna be put down! I couldn’t just let them die! Can you imagine being sentenced to death just because of undesirable traits or features?”

“I can. It was called the Holocaust, love.”

“Simon!” She scoffed, smacking him on the arm. 

He pretended it hurt, and she pretended he wasn’t funny.

***

Johnny MacTavish was a burly, five foot ten, crackling ball of energy that put any other force of nature to shame. With bright blue eyes, a questionable hairstyle and a barely understandable accent, the Scot appeared unaware of the existence of the very concept of shyness or social anxiety.

When Riley Thomas had opened her door on the next lazy Friday evening, in nothing but leggings and an oversized sweater, she found herself in the man’s bone crushing hug before she could even utter a simple “hello”.

“Christ…” She gasped, unable to process why, exactly, the stranger was so excited to see her, until she peeked over his shoulder and saw Simon leaning against the hallway, arms crossed as he rolled his eyes at the scene.

"There ya are lass" he cheerily put her down, and the young woman discreetly gasped for breath, laughing nervously at the unexpected display of affection. "I'm Johnny. I heard so much about ya."

"Did you?" She scowled at Simon "Unfortunately I can't say the same."

Simon's facemask covered his smirk.

"Aye, do not worry lass, I know Ghost can be an old grump"

Simon grunted in response and Riley quirked an eyebrow.

"Ghost?" She turned to Simon inquisitively, but he gave no signs of willingness to indulge her curiosity.

"Aye, it's his call sign becau-"

"Johnny" Simon warned firmly, and the Scot toned down a notch, nodding.

"Right...anyway lass, I thought we ought to invite ya to the pub with us tonight." His smile was so endearing she couldn't possibly refuse, despite looking down at her own clothes with a frown.

"I'm sorry, I had no idea you were coming today." She shrugged anxiously "I'd have to go get ready an-"

"That's alright! Wouldn’t want to steal yer night with him. We'll wait, won't we Simon?" He nudged the man with an elbow, his frame so much larger than Johnny's that it was almost comical.

Simon was silent for a moment, seemingly weighing the outcomes of what he was getting himself into, before looking her in the eyes and nodding once in approval.

“We wait.”

And that was how two hours later, the trio had ended up bumping shoulders at a packed bar in downtown Manchester, the two men always by her side. Riley glanced over her shoulder, amused by the view: it was like walking with a very intimidating Dobermann, alongside an overly excited and friendly golden retriever. Opposites in every possible way.

 Simon wore his casual black face mask and hoodie, along with denim jeans, his blonde locks handsomely swept back, the only indication he had made an effort to look better than usual, other than the smell of his expensive cologne that Riley kept discreetly trying to get whiffs of. The young woman had opted for a pair of her best jeans, the ones that didn’t yet look too washed up and hugged her curves just right, along with a warm, modest top that didn’t reveal too much cleavage, covered by a faux leather jacket.

Simon quirked an eyebrow at her gaze, silently challenging her to say something, to which she giggled, flushing slightly as his hand lightly nudged her lower back to steer her into the right direction. The three of them ended up sitting on a corner booth, after venturing to the counter to fetch their drinks: for Simon, a bourbon, for Riley, a gin, and for Johnny, a massive pint of beer that would make him carry his weight in piss in half an hour.

“I gotta say, you’re a bonnie lass.” Johnny was slurring out by the time the fifth pint was half way gone. By then, Riley was feeling tipsy from her own alcohol, her cheeks flushed as she giggled at Johnny’s predicament.

“I’m gonna pretend I understood what you just said.” She lazily twirled the straw on her third drink, playing with the ice at the bottom of the glass.

Simon rolled his eyes, the bourbon barely warming up his blood,  but there was a glint of affection in his eyes as he countered “Easy, McTavish.”

“Don’t lose yer wits, Simon, just trynna’ help you remember how to treat a lass.” He leaned forward, confiding in Riley “Did ya know he hasn’t gotten laid in-”

“Sergeant.” A low growl in warning as Riley pressed him on, curiously.

“Go on! Now I wanna know!”

“No ya don’t.” She could almost swear she saw him blush under that mask.

“I can’t count the months on me fingers, I’ll tell you that.” Johnny lifted his hands playfully, and Simon glared at him, a silent threat ever present as his dark eyes squinted at him.

Riley roared with laughter, her dimples more noticeable than ever.

“Months? Those are rookie numbers. I haven’t gotten laid in four years.” She drunkenly blurted out, and Simon stiffened by her side, as Johnny choked on his drink. 

“What? How’s that possible?” The Scot coughed as the young woman shrugged, amused by his reaction.

“I don’t go out much.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t like people much.” She avoided his gaze shyly, downing the rest of her gin “Plus, I work a lot.”

“Ya’ two are a match made in heaven.” He pointed out, ignoring Simon’s scowl and her playful eye roll.

“Cheer up Simon Riley, yer best friend is back and ya have a lovely lady by your side.” The Scot taunted before downing the rest of his pint.

Riley Thomas halted, looking up at the broody man sitting by her side, eyes glassy and sleepy as her drunken mind tried to comprehend what she had just heard.

“Wait…Simon Riley? Your last name is Riley?” Simon sighed deeply before looking her over, grunting in agreement.

The young woman chuckled to herself, leaning her head playfully against his muscled arm.

“Why didn’t you tell me? That’s hilarious!” Simon stifled an amused smile as he pretended to dodge from her touch. “Do you realize…” She poked his chest with her pointer finger “Do you realize that if we ever got married I’d be called Riley Riley?”

“That’s exactly why.” Simon retorted, rolling his eyes for the millionth time since the beginning of the day, but he felt himself buzzing at her words, at the fact she had considered, even if just for a moment, even if just playfully…

 For a moment, he found himself lost in her inebriated gaze. The droopy eyelids, the soft smile dotted by those damn dimples. The chipped tooth that always caught his attention, and the way she was leaning against his arm made something warm bubble in his stomach. She looked up at him so innocently, so curiously, that for a split second he almost forgot his best friend was right across the table.

“Get a room!” He taunted, almost breaking Simon’s usual stoic expression. “Save tha’ for later. Now we need shots!” 

“You’re a sip away from death, mate. I’d call it a night.” 

“But I haven’ even told her the Al Mazrah story!”

“And it’ll stay that way if ya want to live.” Simon threatened, and Riley perked up once again, eyes glimmering with humor.

“Tell me right now!”

“Imagine this, lass: scorching heat of the Middle East…”

“Soap.”

 “A food poisoned Simon on a sniper recon mission, no toilets in sight-”

“I’ll smack ya so hard I’ll turn that mohawk into a fade.” 

The young woman had tears rolling down her cheeks as she roared with laughter, picturing the situation so clearly she was out of breath.

“Away n’bile yer heid!” Johnny retorted at Simon’s threat.

“English, Mctavish.”

“Sorry L.T. Let me translate… “Go fuck yourself.”

“Much better.”

***

It must have been four in the morning when Riley Thomas felt herself being carefully placed on a familiar couch, strong arms under her back and legs. She felt so dizzy she knew it would be over if she so much as lifted her head, opting to remain still as Simon’s comforting scent temporarily disappeared. She could hear him guide a stumbling, barely conscious Johnny into his bed, not trusting the intoxicated man to sleep properly on his couch. 

When he finally returned, seemingly the only semi-sober one of the bunch, he once again reached down to carry her to her own flat in his arms, halting once he saw her open her sleepy eyes. Simon felt himself stiffen as she wrapped her arms around his neck clumsily, inhaling his neck deeply.

“You smell so good, Simon.” She slurred out, tone soft in his quiet, barely lit living room. He couldn’t move, unsure of how to react to the sudden affectionate touch, hands holding his weight on the couch.

“You need to sleep, love.” He muttered gently through his face mask, giving her shoulder blades a quick rub through her jacket and hoping she would free him from the awkward position.

“I’m fine.” She nuzzled further into the curve of his neck and he shivered, feeling the smell of her own perfume, mixed with alcohol and sweat.

“Riley…”

“Simon.” She let go of his neck, but forced him to sit down next to her, barely making out his face through the dim lighting and her blurred vision. “I…”

“Shhh. You’re sloshed.”

“I know, but I’m okay, I promise.”

“Let me get ya to your bed, yeah? Where are your keys?”

She had never heard him speak so softly, in such a caring, gentle way. Her heart was beating furiously, as deep, joyful warmth spread through her stomach when she looked at him. At his half covered face, dark eyes framed by blonde lashes that she found so endearing.

She silently moved closer, reaching over his lap and turning off the only source of light from a small table lamp. She heard him release a shuddering breath, his large hands gripping the couch for dear life. Riley placed a cautious hand on his shoulder in the dark, to guide herself into slowly straddling his muscled thighs, careful enough to sit closer to his knees, instead of his groin.

Simon Riley’s heart thudded so hard against his chest he was surprised she couldn’t hear it, his body frozen into place, nervously awaiting her next move.

Riley’s trembling hands reached up ever so slowly, fingertips trailing a curious path over his soft blonde locks, down to the crease on his forehead, the perfect arch of his eyebrows, all the way to his strong nose, where her finger locked in the black mask. Unmoving and barely visible, she was unsure of his reaction, as she slowly began pulling it down.

“Do you mind?” She whispered, so close their breaths mingled. 

“Hm.” Was all he could mutter, but one of his hands gently gripped her hip, steadying her in his lap. His thumb circled the small patch of exposed skin on her waist, where the top almost met the jeans.

She continued her ministrations leisurely, giving him enough time to stop her if he wished. But he didn’t, and her finger pulled his mask all the way down to under his chin, where she felt the stubble. Riley could barely breathe, doing her best to contain her excitement as her cold fingers trailed his face in the dark.

She felt the contour of his lips, slightly chapped as her thumb parted them tentatively. The raise of a scar, that seemed to have been carved all the way to the jaw, where she rubbed slow, careful circles lovingly. She felt his trembling breath on her flushed skin, the sounds of her faux leather jacket as she moved about, the only noise in the room. 

Riley placed a tender kiss on his cheek, feeling embarrassed as she felt the warmth that immediately soaked her underwear once her skin came in contact with his. The mixture of alcohol and desire in her blood seemed to burn, making her ache with longing as she kissed his nose, his forehead, and then his other cheek, until she was trailing his strong jaw, the stubble tickling her lips.

“Riley…” He muttered, their mouths so close she could almost drink in his words.

“Please.” She begged in a silent whisper, joining her forehead to his, hands cupping his face tenderly. 

His other hand held an iron grip on the couch, not letting up.

“You’re drunk.” He whispered back, teetering on the edge of self-control.

“I need you.” She replied, her lips ghosting his in the dark, skin almost grazing. She began moving her hips lower towards his groin, but although Simon had held his breath at the confession, his heart hammering in his chest, he finally gripped both of her hips firmly, keeping her away from the raging boner she would have found.

“I can’t, love.” He murmured softly, hoping she would understand.

“Please Simon.” She clumsily tried to fight off his grip, eager to press her aching body to his. “I need you so bad.”

Simon bit his lip so hard he was surprised he wasn’t bleeding as he did his best to keep his fraying sanity through her tender pleas.

He knew he was done for if he felt the softness of her lips, her wet tongue and the grind of her hips against his rock-hard shaft.

“Don’t do this to me, love.”

“I’m so wet.” She admitted, and he felt the crease of her frustrated frown against his own, words coated with need and shame. He sighed deeply, his bruising grip on her hips tempting him to just pull her into him. He could feel himself pulse in his briefs, so painfully hard.

“Four years is a long time.” He grunted softly.

“I know.” She practically whimpered.

“You’re very drunk, love. You can barely stand upright.”

“But-”

“Riley.” She stilled at his commanding tone. “I’m taking you to bed. We’ll talk tomorrow once you’ve rested up, yeah?”

Her shoulders slouched in defeat, the rejection still stinging as she placed another kiss to his cheek before muttering:

“Okay.” 

A/N: I'm back! And I managed to bring my work laptop home, which (hopefully) means quicker updates! :) Once again thank you to everyone reading and keep that feedback coming - seriously, it keeps me going. The slow burn is finally burning and the next chapters are gonna be spicy.

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[thyme-in-a-bubble]

let’s go to a greek island because three men are in love with us and celebrate 5k

thank you all so so so much for 5000 followers! that is a super crazy number. like, wow. thank you all so much for being here, for reading my silly little stories and for always being so kind. I am unbelievably grateful for you all. this time will be a tiny bit different. not only will I hold a regular, fun celebration (this time in a mamma mia theme because why not? it's summer, it's fun) but I also just so happen to finish writing a story that I've been actively working on since january and thought that since I put so much love and time into it, it seemed fitting to share it as a part of this amazing celebration. here is a little schedule of when I'll be posting them, they are long and one hell of a read, I really hope you all like them ♡

friday (14/07) at 18:00 (CEST) - the murder at evergreen university

sunday (16/07) at 18:00 (CEST) - sour summer (an evergreen prequel)

this celebration will run from now till the 16 of july. anyone can participate and you can send in as many asks as you’d like, there is no limit.

if you need some prompts as Inspo for the request options, then try and click around on my sideblog @prompt-heaven where I keep a bunch of prompt lists very organised.

navigation | masterlist | request guidelines

fernando - games! (cast your mutuals, fuck marry kill, would you rather…)

lay all your love on me - tell me a random fact about yourself and I’ll say who I ship you with!

super trouper - i’ll give you an abba song that has your vibe!

angel eyes - send me a sfw request!

kisses of fire - send me a nsfw request!

when I kissed the teacher - request a moodboard! (it can be for a character, a prompt, word, name, colour or ask me to make one that fits the vibe of your blog) 

moots: @ddejavvu @oncasette @fightingdragonswithwho @angelulls @fxllfaiiry @prettyboyeddiemunson @cosmal @creelteeth @spencersfunkysocks @reidslovely @happyheidi @wonderlandhatter @spideyheart @appocalipse @skullrock @starlit-moonlight @chvoswxtch @lone-nyctophile @autumneverleigh @lanadelreyscokewhor3 @bruisedboys @midniteluv @solarluvs @ghostlyfleur @bcyhoods @vhagarlovebot @bradshawed @mystcldydrms @songs4themoon @katyswrites @strrawberrryjam @inkluvs

[rottenpumpkin13]

Okay I have been trying to figure this out in my head, and I thought “hey, this person always has fun ideas/prompts!”

FF7 as mean girls. Who is who?

I just picture Cloud as Kady Herron (aka Lindsay Lohas character).

Apologies if you have no idea who I am talking about

Meet The Plastics

*Cloud, Zack and Kunsel walk into the SOLDIER training facility where everyone else is training*

Kunsel: In the name of all that is holy, will you look at Angeal Hewley's uniform?

*They look over and Angeal is glistening with sweat, his uniform stuck to his body*

Zack: Of course all The Plastics have a training session together.

Cloud: Who are The Plastics?

Kunsel: They're SOLDIER royalty—If the HQ was Midgar Weekly, they would always be on the cover.

Zack: That one there, that's Angeal Hewley.

*Angeal is cheery and talking to a group of starstruck Thirds*

Zack: He is one of the dumbest guys you will ever meet. Kunsel had him as a temporary mentor last year.

Kunsel: He asked me how to spell "orange".

Cloud: .....That sounds like a lie.

*Zack points at Genesis, who's too busy talking on the phone. A stray ball of firaga is launched his way. He shrieks and ducks*

Zack: And that little one? That's Genesis Rhapsodos. He's totally rich because he invented Banora White juice.

Kunsel: Genesis Rhapsodos knows everybody's business. He knows everything about everyone. That's why his red coat is so long. It's full of secrets.

*Sephiroth is teaching a group of Seconds correct footwork*

Zack: And evil takes a human form in Sephiroth.

*Sephiroth is now laughing with the Seconds and high-fiving them*

Zack: Don't be fooled, because he may seem like your typical selfish, back-stabbing, slut-faced ho-bag. But in reality, he is so much more than that.

Cloud: He literally looks so nice?? What??

Kunsel: He's the queen bee. The star. Those other two are just his little workers.

Zack: Sephiroth. How do I even begin to explain Sephiroth?

*Reno and Rude pop out of nowhere*

Reno: Sephiroth is flawless.

Cloud: WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?

Rude: He has two Bahamut summons and a 7ft sword.

*Lazard appears out of nowhere*

Cloud: WOAH

Lazard: I hear his hair's insured for 10 million gil.

*Cissnei also appears*

Cissnei: I hear he does Donbei commercials. In Japan.

*Tseng appears*

Tseng: His favorite movie is Mamma Mia.

*Roche appears*

Roche: One time, he rode with President Shinra on a plane and he told him he was pretty.

*Rufus appears*

Rufus: One time, he punched me in the face.

Cloud:

Rufus: It was awesome.

[tea-moon-ster]

Sublime

dare I say...mamma mia? Here we go again?

hello and welcome to my work for O'Knutzy Week 2024! This is the second part of last year's Cubs in Italy fic, always for the Fest. all characters belong to @lumosinlove and thanks to @oknutzy-week-2024 for organizing the Fest! read it on ao3 here.

Prompts: romance novel, sunglasses, swimsuit, sunscreen, vacation, racing, chest.

Finn scrunched his nose as he felt something tickling him. He stirred, but resumed his light nap.

It was so easy to be lulled back into sleep, there. The cicadas and waves singing together outside. The warm sun of the evening coming in dots from the blinds. The memory of tanned bodies against the white sheets, pressing into his, everywhere, surrounding him. Surrendering to them.

Something tickled him again.

He squinted one eye open.

“And what are you doing, exactly?”

Leo smiled. “I’m counting your freckles.”

Finn huffed out a laugh, stirring and turning to face a warm, naked Leo. The old bed creaked a bit—Finn didn’t remember if it had been creaking before last night. Oh, well.

“You’re counting my freckles in the dark,” he repeated.

“By now I know exactly where they are.”

“Italy is making you cheesy, Butter.”

“Italy is making your jokes even worse, Harzy.”

Finn yawned and made a noise half-stretch and half come here, you. He pulled Leo close by the waist, smiling at the ceiling as he felt kisses pressed on his neck.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart.”

A happy sound vibrated in his chest, against the trail of kisses Leo was tracing. Finn’s hand found curls soft with sea water and the sun. He could feel himself warming up and hardening. Words went blurry in his mind and dry in his throat.

“You…you already wished me a happy birthday.” He closed his eyes as the stairway to heaven Leo was working on headed down, down. “Many times. It’s, what, seven pm?”

Crystal blue water looked up at him behind heavy eyelids. “And I’ll keep saying it as many times as I want.”

Finn smiled at the ceiling, pressing his hand harder amid golden, sunshine curls.

Happy birthday to me, indeed.

…

“There you are.”

Logan looked up from the rope he was undoing, one foot on the ground and one on their motorboat.

Because they had a motorboat. In Italy. Leo had rented a motorboat in Italy and took them around wonderful coasts full of mesmerising, colourful villages that, Finn swore, had escaped from ancient paintings. Finn loved his life.

“There you are! You left me to prepare the boat by myself.”

Finn wanted to argue that he wouldn’t have been of much help anyways—not with that task anyway. He wasn’t Leo. But all tentatives of defence died a sweet death as his eyes stilled on Logan.

Logan looked…obscenely Logan. Finn felt a warm feeling settling in his stomach. He’s mine. My man. The tan on his forearms completed the masterpiece that were his full lips and dark curls, longer in their off-season glory, pushed back by black sunglasses. Leo’s fingers had looked heartbreaking in between those curls.

This vacation turned my already gorgeous boyfriends into Greek gods.

Finn found he couldn’t help but stare at the way tanned biceps tightened against the short sleeves of Logan’s linen shirt. He hummed in agreement to whatever Logan had said.

A sun-kissed smile mirrored his, and a scoff.

“Ça va pas.”

“Shaa-vah-pat.”

“Non.”

Logan didn’t protest any further once Finn got close enough for their lips to brush. His hands flattened the cotton of Finn’s own, blue shirt as he pushed more into the hands covering his hips. Logan hummed, hands stilling on Finn’s chest for a moment.

My man.

“Were you being horny with Leo without me?”

“I was barely being anything, he did it all by himself.”

“Whatever you say,” Logan laughed. He passed his finger under Finn’s eye a few times. “Sunscreen. Right here.”

He kissed that spot, as if to seal the protection.

…

The sun, low and heavy and orange, was about to meet the sea at the horizon. It would ignite the water, and for just a few, blissful seconds everything around them would turn golden. They’d watched the sunset every day of their week in Italy, and then two days more—Leo and Logan still hadn’t told Finn why they’d decided to postpone their return flight home. Just trust us, chéri. Don’ you like it here? Finn liked it too much, that was the problem. The sight of his boyfriends’ hands dangling in between them as they explored narrow, cobblestone streets could never tire him. The face Leo made every time he tried a different kind of pasta at the little restaurant on the beach. Logan’s arms around his neck as they played and danced in the water.

Sublime.

Finn caressed the clean, blue surface with his fingers. His tears had mixed with the Mediterranean Sea, years ago, miles away. It held memories and hurt. He could see it in Logan, too—the night the two of them took a walk on the shores, he could see it. Logan remembered. He’s kissed Finn’s hand, his check, his eyes. Oh, mon Rouge...they’d held each other in the water, in silence. Fearless, and listening to their deafening love. That, too, had been sublime.

Finn placed his romance novel down, using the ticket from the nearby focaccia bakery as bookmark. He stared at the pink sky for a total of six seconds before turning to look at where Leo and Logan were snuggling despite the heat, swimsuits still dripping.

My men.

“We could buy a house here, you know. For summer. Look at all those nice villas.”

Leo smiled from under his hat—Logan’s hat. “You’ll be the next poet in the bay, eh cher?”

Finn shrugged. “I’m just saying. It’s not far from Nice, and it’s beautiful. We could bring our families here. It’s not like we don’t have the possibilities.” I want you here always.

Logan left a kiss on the goalie’s neck. “Rouge, you say the same thing about every place we visit.”

“Uhm, yeah, because we visit dope places!”

He got up, careful to the balance game that was standing on a boat with waves lapping at the sides. Logan and Leo made the identical, happy sound the moment Finn found his way on Leo’s chest.

“You two bring me to dope places.”

“Ouais.”

“That we do.”

“He loves us, Peanut.”

“Yeah, he does.”

Finn started playing with Leo’s fingers. “You still haven’t told me why we’re spending my birthday here, though.”

“You’ll see it, Harzy.”

They stilled as the sun disappeared in one last, fire glow. Finn pressed a kiss on every finger.

Leo kissed his head. “You’ll see it very soon.”

…

Notte di San Lorenzo.

Saint Lawrence’s night.

There was an actual scientific explanation behind the fame of that night—a meteor shower, the Perseids, so many shooting stars to lose count. An occasion to lay down and look at the night sky for every Italian. Leo, in his mind, thanked again the lady who’d explained him the tradition. Sir, ma no, you can’t leave so soon. You have to stay here for the 10th of august! It’s the night of shooting stars!

He turned to look at the nest of pillows and blankets Finn and Logan were laying on, heads close and legs intertwined.

And what better way to celebrate a birthday.

Leo turned off the motor and looked around—nothing but dark water, and the dim lights of a village in the distance. They wouldn’t miss the show.

“Butter, come here.”

The boat rocked back and forth as Leo took his place at Finn’s side. A kiss found him before he could even lay down. He knew his smile would find them even in the dark. He could feel Finn’s on his skin, Logan’s in the air. And it would have been perfect and enough like that, Leo thought. Without the shooting stars, the birthday cake and candles hidden in a basket under the steering wheel. They would have been perfect in every universe.

Finn gasped.

“Did you—guys, did you see that?” An incredulous laugh. “Guys, that was…”

“Try to keep count, Rouge,” Logan said, leaning on the redhead’s shoulder. “I’ll race you.”

Leo’s smile grew as Finn looked at him and Logan in confusional awe. “What…”

All three of them saw the next shooting star, and they laughed together. A hand found Leo’s and gripped hard. Finn’s voice faltered.

“Babies…”

Leo brought the knuckles to his lips. “They say the stars are the tears of a saint.”

Another gasp. Another flash cutting the deep, dark sky. Another grip of hands.

…

The reverent silence in front of the celestial show was only interrupted by did you see that one? And wow’s. The I love you were part of the whole thing, really. Finn only moved to fish the notebook he’d been writing poetry on from his sack. Leo glimpsed a single line; every shooting star feels like a kiss and every kiss feels like a shooting star.

Logan had gotten up to prepare the cake when Leo felt a finger tracing his cheek.

“Can I keep you here forever?” Finn whispered.

Leo leaned into his palm, looking up at the soft, open eyes on him.

“Harzy, didn’t you want to jump into the water, too?”

“I meant in this moment. I want this moment to last forever.” I never want you to disappear. I don’t want to bat my eyes. I’d lose too much.

…

Sublime.

The way Finn and Leo bent to look better at colorful stones embedded in gold and silver rings made something to Logan’s heart. Something huge and scary and wonderful. Sublime.

That was the world that Finn had repeated so many times in the last few days. A feeling associated with the strong emotion we feel in front of intense natural phenomena, he’d explained. Apparently, Romantic poets were obsessed with it. Logan could relate. One could have thought it was the closeness to nature, or the thirty-something poems on the sublime Finn had read to them just that morning. But no. Logan found that it was just another name for the huge wave of feelings that overwhelmed him every time he stared at his boys for too long. Love and fear and passion and everything in between.

He looked at Finn pointing at an ocean blue stone in a golden band, excited. He looked at Leo nodding as he gently pried Finn’s finger from the glass, and fingerprints appeared in the light.

He made a small run to stop them from looking further in the little shop, one of many in the colorful, busy little street in the village. There was no point in buying rings now—not when two small boxes had been sitting at the bottom of his bag for weeks now.

Sublime, sublime, sublime.

[chlobliviate]

Wolfstar Fic WIPs

High school production of Mamma Mia [Our Last Summer]

Remus joins Hogwarts at the start of 5th year [The New Prefect]

Grey’s Anatomy AU [Black’s Anatomy]

Continuation of ‘Teddy’s Dad’

Taskmaster AU

Slow Burn, Single Dad Nurse Remus and Firefighter Sirius [London Boy]

I also have a long list of songs that I’ll add on here that I want to use as inspo.

All I want is you - Farrah

Good Luck, Babe - Chappel Roan

I’m not angry anymore (Interlude) - Paramore

Thnks fr th Mmrs- Fall Out Boy

Used to be Young - Miley Cyrus

Lucky - Jason Mraz and Colbie Caillat

Message in a Bottle (Taylor’s Version) [From the Vault] - Taylor Swift

Relapse - Carrie Underwood

I Can See You (Taylor’s Version [From the Vault] - Taylor Swift

The Modern Leper - Frightened Rabbit

Poison and Wine - The Civil Wars

Boys in the Street - Calum Scott

Losing my Religion - The Rescues (Originally by R.E.M)

I Forgive You - Kelly Clarkson

Can’t Catch Me Now - Olivia Rodrigo

Drowned - Tim Minchin

Cruel Summer - Taylor Swift

Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me - Taylor Swift

Still Holding My Hand - Matilda the Musical

Ghost Town - Benson Boone (this one will kill me 🙃)

Fools -Lauren Aquilina

[constantly adding to this list, feel free to recommend songs that scream Wolfstar]

I’m also super open to suggestions and prompts if you have any 🥰

[lcdrarry]

LCDrarry 2024 Round-Up Post | Week 2

On Sundays during our posting period, we won't post a new work, instead you have time to catch up with the works that posted during the week and hopefully leave lovely comments for our creators.

Happy reading, commenting and sharing! ;)

~Your LCDrarry Mods

PS: Please have a look at the author notes and tags on AO3 for additional information. Thank you!

PPS: Please share far and wide! Thank you!!

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Podfic

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"As You Wish" by Pineau_noir

Prompt: "The Princess Bride", 1987, Rob Reiner Written by: Pineau_noir Narrated by: Anonymous Podfic Length: 02:31:28 Rating: Teen and up Warnings: None

Summary: Draco was raised on a farm in the small country of Witshire; his favourite pastimes were flying on his broom and tormenting the hired farm boy. Though his name was Harry, Draco never called him that. On Harry's forehead there was a scar shaped like a lightning bolt, so Draco called him Scarhead.

Nothing gave Draco as much pleasure as ordering Harry around.

Or a story about fencing, fighting, torture, revenge, giants, monsters, chases, escapes, True Love, and miracles.

Listen to it now on AO3.

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Fic

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first, she fell

Prompt: "Anatomy of a Fall", 2023, Justine Triet Prompted by: @wolfpants Author: Anonymous Word Count: 1,648 words Rating: Mature Warnings: angst, referenced character death, open ending, referenced adultery, speculated murder

Summary: Harry's wife is dead. No one knows quite what that means.

Read it now on AO3.

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Caribou Garden

Prompt: Nature Documentaries (genre, any year) Prompted by: @meandminniemcg Author: Anonymous Word Count: 2,641 words Rating: Teen and up Warnings: None

Summary: Alone with his swotty, posh, nemesis-turned-colleague on an uninhabited island in the far north, cinematographer Harry Potter grapples with his inconvenient crush. A nature documentary-inspired fic with magical caribou migrations, dramatic landscapes, and only one tent.

Read it now on AO3.

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Twin Blades

Prompt: “Star Wars: Episode III - Revenge of the Sith”, 2005, George Lucas Author: Anonymous Word Count: 3,525 words Rating: Teen and up Warnings: lightsaber combat, nightmares

Summary: Harry advances a few steps toward Draco, who doesn’t move, only watches him approach with narrowed eyes. “If you’re so sure the Jedi have no power, duel me. If you win, your master will be proud of you.” Draco’s eyes glitter. “And if you win?” “We’ll find out, won’t we?” Harry raises his lightsaber, readies himself. “Come on.” Without another word, Draco lunges at him.

Or, a Drarry-flavored reskin of the battle on Mustafar.

Read it now on AO3.

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Slipping through my fingers all the time

Prompt: "Mamma Mia", 2008, Phyllida Lloyd Prompted by: @Azulaschild Author: Anonymous Word Count: 11,378 words Rating: Teen and Up Warnings: sex while on drugs, drinking

Summary: Recently-divorced Harry returns to Serenity Commune, site of his wildest youthful romps and the beginning of his recovery from trauma, to get out of a rut (and because Hermione made him). Unfortunately, sex, drugs, and dancing aren't all that await - he'll have to confront his past and what life might have been.

Read it now on AO3.

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Leap Year

Prompt: "Leap Year", 2010, Anand Tucker Prompted by: @DrarryMyHeart Author: Anonymous Word Count: 29,064 words Rating: Mature Warnings: None apply.

Summary: Draco Malfoy has come a long way. He has a successful business and a muggle-born high-flyer boyfriend.

One tiny thing - it's been four years and he has no ring. No matter, he'll take things into his own hands. Feb 29th is an Irish muggle tradition that he'll happily jump on. Archie (boyfriend) is in Ireland - he'll simply portkey over and pop the question.

One (LARGE) problem. The portkey office messed up and he's landed outside Harry Potter's pub.

The same Harry Potter that hasn't been seen for ten years.

*Big sigh.

Read it now on AO3.

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Runaway Groom

Prompt: "Runaway Bride," 1999, Garry Marshall Prompted by: @elskanellis Author: Anonymous Word Count: 30,044 words Rating: Teen and up Warnings: Arranged marriage (not between Harry and Draco), Infidelity if you squint (not between Harry and Draco)

Summary: OK, so Draco's feeling so nervous about his upcoming wedding to his fiancée Astoria Greengrass that he could faint. That's one of the pitfalls of an arranged marriage, right? Just because he's run out of his past three weddings, doesn't mean this one won't go ahead. He just has to keep his eyes on the finishing line, and ignore the sudden reappearance of Harry Potter, who seems to be determined to turn his world upside down. Again.

Read it now on AO3.

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Hope Is A Thing With Feathers

Prompt: "Thelma and Louise", 1991, Ridley Scott Author: Anonymous Word Count: 33,335 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator chose not to use Archive Warnings

Summary: Harry is disillusioned with the Aurors, his relationship with Ginny, and is tired of all the hero worship but feels trapped. Draco, still hated by the Wizarding world, decides to get away and shares his plan with Harry, his only friend. Harry jumps at the chance to go with him.

They share in the freedom of their adventure, but things don’t go according to plan. Amidst their misfortunes, they discover new talents, courage in the face of tragedy, and above all, love.

Read it now on AO3.

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Romancing the Dragon

Prompt: "Romancing the Stone", 1984, Robert Zemeckis Prompted by: Anonymous Author: Anonymous Word Count: 34,382 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: Action movie typical violence

Summary: Harry Potter writes romance novels from the comfort of his London townhouse, with the assistance of his beloved cat, Juliet. He does not engage in rescue missions, talk to dragons, or develop feelings for Draco Malfoy. That would be absurd.

Read it now on AO3.

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[oneforthemunny]

super trouper |dad!rockstar!eddie munson x mom!nepo baby! reader|

prompt: zarah's obsession with mamma mia! leads to an all out birthday party <3 based off a blurb on my old blog. super sweet!

thank you @eddiemunsons-missingnipple for the edit <3

contains: fluff pure fluff!

Eddie blamed Victor Klein, his father in law, for this. For the screaming kids, his own and others. For the bright sparkles, streamers, and sequins. For the obnoxious disco balls that were hung everywhere, spinning and reflecting off the sea of turquoise. And worst of all, for the blaring ABBA that boomed unforgivingly out of the sound system.

You’d been busy all morning, giving directions to the workers who were setting up the party, instructions on where to hang things, put things, perfecting every last detail while you cradled Vega in your arms, nursing her with a blanket thrown over you. All these years and Eddie was still in awe at you, heart still skipping a beat when he saw you. You always had it so together. What would he do without you? He didn't want to ever find out.

“Hang the big disco ball up there- yes, right on that tree. I want it in the center over the dolphin.” You nodded towards the event planner, petting Vega’s downy curls while you swayed with her. “Ed, honey, could you do me a favor?”

Of course he could. He’d do anything for you, you knew that. “What do you need, mama?” Eddie hummed, hooking his chin over your shoulder, grinning down at your fourteen month old.

You beamed at the two, watching your baby gargle in laughter at Eddie, hands reaching out towards him. “I’ve got to get the girls ready. Can you hold Vegie and make sure the caterer knows where to set up? Oh! And make sure there’s room in the fridge for the cake?“

Eddie took baby Vega, smiling at her while she laughed, chubby hands immediately going for his hair to yank them. The little shit, Eddie thought. Always thought it was so funny because he'd hiss in pain and she would cackle her little baby laugh, she was so much like you.

"Yeah, I got it." Eddie pressed a kiss to Vega's baby fat filled cheek, nose nuzzling into the soft skin. "We got it, Mama, you go get dressed." His voice raised in octave, bouncing the baby in his arms.

Your face melted, eyes crinkling from the smile on your face. "Oh, and Daddy will be here soon with the props for the photo area."

Eddie's face fell into something of a half lipped snarl of dread. He regretted not volunteering to help get the girl's dressed instead. You gave him a tight lipped grin, leaning forward to kiss the corner of his mouth, hand gliding over Vega's dark curls. "Make sure you show him where to put them, ok?"

"I got it, Princess." Eddie rolled his eyes at you. "Go on control-freak. I've done a million of these things. I've got it under control."

You scoffed, rolling your eyes at him playfully. "Oh, she might need to be changed soon, rockstar." You quipped, sashaying into the house. "But you've got it handled, right?" Head tilted over your shoulder to look back at him, eyes batting playfully in his direction.

Eddie huffed, looking down at Vega, her little plump lips pulling into a gargling grin. "Think I'll change you into your Metallica onesie just to watch your mom have a fit." He gave dimpled grin. "Yeah? You think that would make her lose her shit on me?" Vega laughed, hands reaching out to tug his locks before Eddie stopped her, taking the small, chubby hand and blowing a raspberry kiss into her palm instead.

Eddie jumped at the sound, the static then the trill sound of the piano blaring and playing the opening notes of 'Dancing Queen' through the connected speakers outside and in the house.

"Sorry, Mr. Munson!" Sherry, your family's party planner, apologized quickly, turning with her clipboard to chew out the sound tech responsible.

Eddie looked at Vega, frowning at her puckered, pouting lips, brows creased deeply at the intruding sound. "Aw, did that scare you, sweetheart?" Eddie cooed dramatically, pressing his nose to hers. "I know, sweet girl, ABBA scares me too."

***

"Edward."

Eddie could feel his shoulder's tense, spine straightening and rolling back at the sound of the voice behind him. Victor and Tana Klein.

"Hey," Eddie greeted, a fake laugh companying an even faker grin, while he set the shelf down on the cabinet. Of course, you'd gone over the top for Zarah's cake, it was large and tiered and didn't fit with the cleared shelves.

"I didn't know you guys were getting here so soon." You're never early to anything else, not even our wedding, Eddie thought behind clenched teeth barred in a smile.

"Well, of course we are." Tana sneered in a faux smile, painted pink lips pressed firmly together. "It's my grand baby's birthday."

Eddie fought an eye roll. He knew you would've given it to them anyways, but he was trying to be better, accommodating for the sake of his daughters.

"Button said she wanted these brought." Victor motioned to the large tub their chauffeur was carrying in.

"Yeah, great." Eddie nodded, taking the tub from the uniformed man. "Let me take these to Sherry, and, uh, the girls are all in our room." He nodded, a white knuckled grasp on the tub.

Between your parents, the bright colors, loud disco music, and shrilling kids that were soon to come, Eddie was in his own personal overstimulated hell. "Need help with that, boy?" Wayne's gruff voice came from behind Eddie, finishing the last of his cigarette.

"I got it." Eddie grunted, dropping the box and motioning to Sherry that it had arrived.

Wayne snorted, shaking his head in laughter, tilting the cigarette over to Eddie in an offering. He'd flew in the week before to celebrate on Zarah's actual birthday. No way in hell Wayne was missing any of his grand babies' birthdays or milestones. He stayed in the guest house for the week, cooking breakfast for the girls in the morning. You both enjoyed the extra company, and the girls loved their Poppa Wayne.

Eddie graciously took the cigarette, taking a long drag before exhaling slowly, looking over his shoulder to make sure you or the girls weren't around. Kensington had nearly combusted when she found Eddie smoking, screeching that he was going to die, so since then, he had to get more careful about sneaking out for a smoke.

"Saw your in-laws made it." Wayne nodded towards the house. "I bet the girls will be happy to see 'em."

"Yeah," Eddie rolled his eyes. "Surprised they made it. They brought the stuff from the set that they promised Zarah, so at least the followed through on that." Unlike the countless promises they gave to you as a kid. It was unspoken, but Wayne heard it loud and clear.

"'S a real nice party, son." Wayne nodded. "ABBA. Who woulda thought a nine year old would want that kinda party?"

Eddie shrugged with a small grin. "Mamma Mia!, technically." Eddie said pointedly. "Zarah's been in love since the movie premier this summer. Victor funded it or something, and she got to go. I thought Sicily for sure would be the one to love it, but no, it was Zarah."

Zarah, your quiet, calm daughter, always so level-headed and easy. You and Eddie weren't sure how she came from the two of you, she was so opposite from either one of you. She always loved music, loved when Eddie would teach her how to play guitar so you supposed that's what was to blame with the Mamma Mia! obsession. Still, it was a stark contrast from her very calm personality, the bright, dizzy colors of the movie and upbeat songs.

Wayne smirked, lines by his eyes crinkling deeply. "I think she'll be excited then." He motioned around. "Your lady went all out for this, didn't she?"

Eddie snorted. "Of course, she did." He grinned proudly, watching the staff put the blue and pink flowers in a disco ball vase. "She always goes all in for the girls' birthdays, you know that."

"Yeah, I do." Wayne nodded. "She's a good mama to 'em girls."

"She is." Eddie agreed fiercely, heart swelling at the thought of you. You were good at everything you did in life, but motherhood... it was like you were born to be a mother. Eddie was sure you were, so perfect in every way. He got emotional thinking about it, thinking about how good you were to the girls; to him.

"You're a good Daddy, too." Wayne clapped his hand, calloused and scarred from years and years of hard work. Hard work to provide for Eddie and himself. "They're lucky to have you too."

Eddie felt his throat constrict, jaw clenching to keep his emotions in. "Thank you." Eddie's head bobbled, looking over at the older man. "Sometimes I don't know what the hell I'm doing with them. Especially six."

Wayne laughed. "Six girls. I tell ya, I wasn't big into that karma shit, but after that, they made me a believer, boy." He cackled, clapping Eddie on the back firmly.

Eddie rolled his eyes, smirking lightly. He knew he was right, Wayne just didn't need to know that. He didn't need the older man knowing about how Persephone had went on her first date on New Years Eve and Eddie had a panic attack.

"You're good to 'em, Ed. All of 'em, their mama too, and you know it." Wayne said casually, flicking the cigarette into the ash tray by the waste bins.

Eddie nodded wordlessly. "Thank you." He swallowed thickly around the lump in his throat.

"Daddy!" Sienna's shrill voice cut through the bustling noise around her, through the yard and leaving Eddie cringing. "Mommy needs you!"

Eddie huffed, rolling his eyes over at Wayne. "Better go, boy." Wayne laughed. "'Fore I have to say I spoke too soon."

"What baby?" Eddie asked, heavy boots stomping up the stairs towards the house.

"Mommy said you have to come change that it's almost party time." Sienna reported, head lolling to the side, hands on her hips. Ten years old, and had enough sass to rival your worst attitude.

"I have to change?" Eddie asked, brows furrowed. He looked down at his outfit. He'd wore his nicest paired of ripped jeans, a band tee because it's a birthday party, for fucksake.

"Yes, Daddy." Sienna scoffed. "Mommy said we're all wearing outfits." She looked down at her own, flared metallic go-go leggings and a sequined, turquoise top. You'd smeared teal eyeshadow on her lids, glitter down her cheeks to really encapsulate the look. She looked adorable, but no way Eddie was wearing anything like that.

"Sienna! Where's my feathers?" Sicily huffed from the other room.

"Kensie had them!" Sienna pointed towards the stairs.

"Nuh-uh, she said you took them! The pink one was mine!" Sicily snapped.

"No, it isn't!" Sienna gaped at her twin. "Mama gave me the pink one and you the blue one!"

"Easy," Eddie held up his hands between the two. "Mama left them in the basement, ok? Don't make a mess, but go get the one you want." He nodded towards the basement door, climbing the stairs up towards his own bedroom.

"Baby?" Eddie called, ducking down the hall to listen for your voice.

"I'm in here." You hummed, cooing down at Vega, slipping the rather large bow headband over her curls. You swore you'd never be that mom with the exaggerated bows that were bigger than your baby's head, but... they looked so cute in them. And what better occasion for an obnoxiously large bow than an ABBA themed party?

"You are just the prettiest girl in the world, aren't you? Look at my little baby Vega." You cooed, tickling the little fat of her tummy that poked through her outfit. All the girls were dressed in coordinating go-go outfits, just like in the movie. You'd had them ordered for week, including one of your own.

Eddie smirked, looking at you hunched over the bed, body hugged tightly in the metallic stretchy material of your own outfit. Eddie wolf whistled at you, licking his bottom lip while he eyed you in your little teal outfit, tight and fun- like what you used to wear when you first met him, only this was more ridiculous.

"Look at you, sexy mama." Eddie grinned. "Think I might finally be getting the hype around this shit."

"Hey," You warned with a frown. "Don't even start, alright? I know you're a rockstar, but your baby likes Mamma Mia! and ABBA, so you're gonna be alright with that. Humor me for tonight, Munson."

"I'm just teasing, angel, you know that." Eddie rolled his eyes, walking over to you. He looked at you with wide eyes then back at Vega. "What have you done to my baby?"

You snorted. "Doesn't she look adorable?" You squealed down at her. "Just the prettiest little baby! Yes, you are!"

"Baby, she can't lift her head in that, that's too big." Eddie pointed to the bow.

You rolled your eyes, shoving him lightly. "Shut up, and go get dressed. Everyone's about to be here."

Eddie blinked at you. "What's wrong with what I have on?" He asked, motioning down to his outfit.

"Eddie, be serious, please. I don't have time today." You huffed with an eye roll. "I have your stuff in the closet."

"I am being serious." Eddie frowned. "I'm not wearing anything like that." He pointed to your outfit, shining and reflecting off the sun in the windows.

"Yes, you are." Your eyes narrowed in challenge, hoisting Vega up on your hip. "You can't wear that, Eddie, it doesn't match!" You threw an accusing hand out towards his outfit, pouting up at him.

Eddie huffed. He longed for the days when he could bend you over if you shrilled at him like that, fuck you until you didn't care what he wore. "Baby, it'll be fine."

Your eyes narrowed at him. "Please tell me you are not that fragile that you won't at least wear a white top and khakis to your daughter's party to fit the theme for her."

"Don't do that." Eddie snapped, finger pointing at you in warning. "Don't try to manipulate me and use Zarah. You want me to wear it, not her, and I don't even have khakis."

"So? Do it for me!" You shrilled, throwing your hands out. "And you have blue jeans, Ed, wear those!"

"Button? Is everything alright?" Tana's droning voice, nasally and posh came from down the hall.

You pinched the bridge of your nose. "I'm fine, be right down!" You called back. Vega sensed your distress, dropping her head onto your chest, face rubbing against the exposed skin on your chest and shoulder.

"At least change the shirt? Into something on theme?" You huffed, looking at him with rounded eyes, pleading.

"Something on theme? Like what, baby?" Eddie asked, softly and cooing.

"Something white or colorful at least?" You quipped a brow at him, hearing the doorbell sound with the arrival of guests. "Not black." You shut the bedroom door with a slam much harder than you meant to, leaving Eddie cringing at the sound of your wedged heels stomping down the stairs.

He opened his closet door, exhaling slowly out parted lips while his eyes scanned the sea of black clothes in front of him. He managed to find an old Iron Maiden shirt that was blue instead of black, slipping that on and hoping that would satisfy.

***

Zarah was in her own form of paradise. The usual shy child, blushing and giggling while you walked her into her party, the crowd yelling a harmonious "happy birthday!" when she entered. Disco balls, teal, sequins, and everything Mediterranean and pretty all scattered your backyard and patio. The speakers played a mix of ABBA and Mamma Mia! on a loop, a large disco ball hanging in the center cascading rays of light and colors down on all the guest below.

"Happy birthday, Zar." Eddie smiled, hugging her tightly to his hip. She looked positively adorable, little snaggletoothed grin and one of each color of the feathered boas around her neck, big bedazzled sunglasses on her head.

"Thank you, Daddy." Zarah giggled, brown eyes that mirrored his own darting around the party, still clinging to his leg. She tilted her head back, hanging on his knee to look up at him.

"You look so cute, Zar-Zar." Eddie cooed, running a hand down her curls that were sticky with the glitter spray you'd coated them in. "Is this the party you wanted?"

"Yes." Zarah nodded, leaning far back to look at the dangling disco ball. "It looks just like Mamma Mia! does."

Eddie snorted lightly, cupping the back of her head gently to keep her from leaning back too far. The last thing he needed was her busting her head on the concrete slab. "Pop-Pop brought that from the movie, did you see it?" Eddie pointed to the little sign by the cake table. Zarah nodded. "Did you say thank you?"

Zarah hummed, nodding in response. She looked over at you, talking to your guest, smiling and chattering with that true Beverly Hills dazzling grin. "Why don't you like this kinda music?" She asked, little brows furrowing up at Eddie.

Eddie paused, looking from her to you. "What do you mean, sweetheart?"

Zarah twisted her lips in thought, face scrunching while she scanned the crowds. "Glammy said you weren't having fun because you don't like this kind of music. You only like loud music." She said plainly.

Eddie bit back his scowl, eyes narrowed in on your mother, dressed in white linens like she was going to the Hamptons. "Well, Glammy is wrong." Eddie sneered. "I like this music. I just... I don't listen to it as much as you do." He reassured, hands brushing down her little ringlets.

"Will you wear feathers then? Please?" Zarah asked, eyes rounded up at Eddie, soft and shining full of gentle hope, amber flecks catching in the rays of the Calabasas sun. Eddie could feel his heart swell, Wayne's echoing words from before. How could he deny her?

"Me and Mama and everyone has them on." Zahra said simply, tiny fingers running through the cheap feathers, sending a few shelling off to the ground. "Please?"

Eddie looked over at you, the white feather boa, that complimented your outfit, thrown casually over your shoulder. "Alright." Eddie nodded, crouching down to Zahra's level. "You pick the color."

Zahra bit back a grin, looking down at her own neck, decorated with all the different colors. She grinned mischievously up at him, a smile bitten back- she looked so much like you. "Pink?" She asked, eyes lit with excitement.

Eddie shrugged casually. "If that's what you want me to wear." He said, shoulders rolling like he wasn't scanning for any one with a camera. The press would have a field day. Eddie Munson, notorious rockstar bad boy, in a pink boa at an ABBA themed party. How times had changed.

Zahra giggled, pulling it off her neck, flinging it around Eddie's before her own arms followed in a tight hug. "Thank you, Daddy." She smiled.

"You're welcome, baby." Eddie hugged her back tightly. He'd wear a million pink feather boas if it meant she'd be happy. "Go play with your friends." He nodded towards the bounce house in the corner of the yard.

Zahra scampered off, flip-flops clacking against the bottom of her foot with every heavy stomp against the grass. Eddie stood, flinging the boa over his neck to mimic yours, sighing heavily while he looked around the crowd of people. His eyes caught yours, watching you stutter in movements before your face lit up.

You excused yourself, practically skipping over to Eddie. "Look at you." You cooed, pressing your manicured hands over your lips. Your wedding rings dazzled, huge and stunning in the sunshine. "You look so handsome. Pink is totally your color, babe. Time to ditch the black." You winked, teasingly at him.

Eddie scoffed, rolling his eyes lightly. "Glad you think so." He smirked, pulling you in by your waist softly. "The shit I do to make you girls happy." He shook his head at you.

You tilted your head, grinning at him. "Oh, please. You love it, you big mush."

"Yeah? You're right." Eddie shrugged. "Don't think I'm a mush."

"Total mush. The gig is up, I know you're a total softy now." You teased, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Eddie grinned back, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "Oh yeah? Let's see if you still think that later, hm?" His hands moved to squeeze the fat of your ass through your tight turquoise pants.

You squealed, eyes cutting around to see if anyone saw. "You better behave, Mr. Munson." You pointed at him playfully. "Or I'll be punishing you."

Eddie grinned, laughing at you softly. "I look forward to it." He pecked your lips.

You hummed, running your hands down the boa, pulling it so it rubbed against the back of his neck. "Seriously, you look hot in this."

"Yeah? The feathers are doing it for ya?" Eddie laughed while you shrugged. "Good to know. Maybe I'll tie you up with them later."

You snorted, rolling your eyes, smacking his shoulder lightly. "Thank you." You said sincerely, eyes shining up at him.

Eddie looked over at Zarah then back at you, giving you a soft smile. He knew what you were thanking him for. Thanking him for being a good dad, for being good to his girls and good to you. Nearly twenty years together and he still made you swoon every single day.

You managed to wrangle all the girls together, plucking them from their separate activities, pushing them in front of the backdrop by the patio in front of the photographer.

"Ok, smile big my precious babies!" You cooed, clapping from behind the photographer, desperate to get Vega to look towards the camera.

Eddie sat in the middle, dimpled grin on his face, pink boa around his neck, holding Vega, who was more interested with the glasses on Eddie's eyes than your coos to distract her. Zarah in front of Eddie on his left, the twins on his right posing with the mics dramatically- they were so Eddie's children. Even Persephone and Kensington stood behind their dad, holding out their own boas in a fun pose.

The photographer managed to finally get one useable photo where they were all looking, eyes open, and smiling. You framed it, putting it next to your bedside for years and years to come. Your family, your whole heart in that frame, Eddie in dark clothes surrounded by his girls in coordinated turquoise and sparkles; and neither one of you would have it any other way.