#alex terrible moodboard

[myheartalivewrites]

Foxden Park (E rated, ~50k)

Chapter 1: Arrival

“Yes, Alex, what a terrible destiny,” Nora says. “To be hosted for a week by all these charming rich people, who have bent over backwards to accommodate us, including sending their own carriage into town to fetch us. How very dare we drag you into their nefarious scheme.”

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Invited to a week-long house party at the Duke of Windsor’s country residence, Alex Claremont-Diaz does not expect to find anything to enjoy about his time there. What he does find is Lord Henry, the duke’s younger brother—and a boatload of things to learn about himself.

Seven days in the country in a duke's house. What could possibly happen?

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It’s time to kick off the @aroyallybigbangrwrb with Victorian shenanigans! One big-ass house, horse riding, garden games, sex in inadvisable places and two hot guys, falling in love. It's 8 chapters plus an epilogue, posting weekly on Wednesdays. Featuring gorgeous moodboards by Ally @fromkenari

Here it is on ao3. Enjoy!

[firenati0n]

20 questions for fic writers

thank you to @alasse9 @anchoredarchangel @myheartalivewrites @anincompletelist @cricketnationrise

@tailsbeth-writes @cha-melodius @ninzied for the tags! i am so so so behind on all tags and questions and asks and i am sorry for the delay!! <3 thank you for your patience :)

How many works do you have on ao3?

7 under my name, 1 anonymously

What's your total ao3 word count?

32,316

What fandoms do you write for?

rwrb :)

Top five fics by kudos:

An Amateur's Guide to Piping That Cream and Beating That Meat (5,094 words)

our world, mine and his alone (the midnight train to go) (2,970 words)

cause you're classic, and i'm reckless (5,422 words)

each time we touch / i wanna take too much (1,339 words)

who truly stuck the knife in first (3,697 words)

Do you respond to comments?

yes! i haven't replied to any on angel fic yet bc they make me cry LMAOOOO but i will get to them soon :) comments mean everything to me. receiving any is a privilege. connection is so lovely.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

i would say who truly stuck the knife in first but it's not angsty, just open-ended. they're spies, so happiness for them at the moment is fleeting lol.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

i always write happy endings but i think and all i can taste is this moment, and all i can breathe is your life aka the angel!henry fic is the sappiest. it's so sappy I'm giving it a sequel for more sappy endings. it's the happiest ending because it also makes me cry.

Do you get hate on fics?

not yet, thankfully. people have been very nice and welcoming, which has been a real blessing.

Do you write smut?

no lol i got into my M game with who truly stuck the knife in first (sexually charged wrestling), keep me up all night / i wanna scratch your surface (prosey fade to black), and each time we touch / i wanna take too much (fingers in mouths) but i don't think I'll be writing smut anytime soon.

i could barely handle arms and legs in spy fic (@cha-melodius knows how terribly i struggled jfalksdjflkjasdlkf). how the fuck am I supposed to factor dicks into the equation????

Craziest crossover:

none yet but i am cooking up a sci-fi thriller au that may never see the light of day based on Dark Matter by Blake Crouch but no promises jfalksjdlkfadsf

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i know of

Have you ever had a fic translated?

not that i know of. I've had art and moodboards and a podfic but no translations.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

i am writing one right now with [redacted] and it's going to be so fucking good y'all are not prepared for this AU fr

All time favorite ship?

firstprince forever. alex and henry are my babygirls. Close second is Sydney and Vaughn from Alias or Chuck and Sarah from Chuck.

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

i have a lot of docs with bullet points but typically if i start WRITING real words in a doc, i will be finishing it EVENTUALLY. it will either take me 4 months or 4 hours and there is no in between unfortunately, considering i write most of my fics between the hours of 2am - 7am in a fugue state. fatal flaw. all of my docs with actual snippets in them WILL be completed at some point. it's just going to take me. forever.

What are your writing strengths?

i hate perceiving shit like this bc i always think i sound like I'm blowing smoke up my own ass lmaoooo so I'll go with dialogue. i like the dialogue i write.

@anincompletelist also told me that I can "curate a VIBE and TONE like nobody’s BUSINESS" which is extremely kind (ily) and i think i agree. I do like experimenting with tone and atmosphere. I have been playing with genre and expression with each fic and i like what I've done so far.

i also just love a silly goose time fr ok i love my fun fics like amateur's guide and worm fic and actor au. they make me laugh.

What are your writing weaknesses?

i struggle to plot things out bc i get so caught up in dialogue and snippets of things i actually want to write LOL so weaving the snips together is always a pain for me. i am also a perfectionist so it takes me way longer to get over my mental hurdles and put words on the page. i also struggle to write angst sometimes like angst does not come as naturally to me as zippy banter. neither does prose. i have to work at those.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

love!!! i find it so beautiful.

First fandom you wrote in?

i do not count the 1d fanfic i wrote in my notes app as a mentally ill thirteen year old as actual writing, so let's go with RWRB :)

Favorite fic you've written?

and all i can taste is this moment, and all i can breathe is your life. it's my most personal and a fic I used as a coping mechanism to get through some yucky times. i also like the emotional beats in that one a lot. it is my least read / least popular but my favorite.

no pressure and open tags under the cut <3

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@getmehighonmagic @indestructibleheart @14carrotghoul @onward--upward @sparklepocalypse

@porcelainmortal @nontoxic-writes @piratefalls @dumbpeachjuice @clottedcreamfudge

@tintagel-or-cockleshells @orchidscript @cheesecurdsgravyandfries @smc-27 @everwitch-magiks

@kiwiana-writes @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @ships-to-sail @rmd-writes @welcometololaland

[kylos-starlight]

Oops :) Gets real under the cut. It's nothing bad though! <3 turns into a gush post near the end~ It's a little long so I get it if no one reads it but I like to voice my thoughts that's all.

Top of the list he goes. He deserves to be there. Not only are his scenes at the end of IX helping me to overcome my fear of thunder and lightning. There's something else.

A few years ago I lost a certain spark. Every ounce of creativity and passion I had shattered. I was always chasing the next "big f/o" that would spark that passion again, that creativity. I never found it and I got depressed for a little bit because I thought I would never find a love as grand as I had before. So my storytelling became nonexistent, I stopped drawing, and the endless thoughts I used to have were replaced with an endless emptiness so I went quiet. I gave up trying to chase something that I thought would never happen again. I was slowly losing myself

I spent a last few years yes, self-shipping and yes don't get me wrong I love all of my f/o but there was something missing, I didn't feel the need to scream every two second about how much I love them, there was just something "off" with myself. I couldn't voice it or the anons would come with their pitchforks "You don't really love your f/o" plus it was hard to put into words. How can you love your f/o but still feel that something is missing?

cut to my sick ass lazing on the couch in the present time. I get an idea, "Hey I haven't watched the Star Wars movies in like...forever- maybe I'll re-watch them all.. then there are the newer ones I haven't seen yet." So I start watching the movies. I had a few interruptions when I was watching VII and VIII but I kept on watching. I thought Kylo Ren's lightsaber was so badass but at the time thought nothing much of Ben himself.

As the days went on I decided to rewatch VII VIII and IX because of said past interruptions be it people or my sick ass having to take meds and stuff. As I do with most things I watch the second time I really consume it. I noticed something. Something different. The very first time Kylo took his helmet off I felt it the feeling that started in my chest and radiated to my stomach.. butterflies? He spoke and there was no distortion from his mask as he wasn't wearing it and I felt my heart skip a bit. what the hell?

the more I watched the more I learned, the more I learned the more I started to fall in love. Do I condone some of the things he's done? No. Do I still love him? Absolutely. After the movies I sort of just sat there on my couch, looking at my own reflection of the tv. "wow, I like Ben huh?" I said to myself then I shrugged. "Ah, fleeting crush and maybe an f/o" Throughout the rest of the day however I couldn't stop thinking about him. Everything from his appearance to how he talked and how he carried himself.

So I decided to run with it. Would it be one of those f/o where I say I'm crushing and nothing happens? Or maybe it will be like my other recent f/o Alex? Talk about him for a little bit but then the fixation dies almost as quickly as it started?

Neither of that happened. I got flooded with endless thoughts, and ideas. Ideas for moodboards, playlists, art.

I got attached to Ben so much, it's hard to explain it but I feel connected to him in a way that I never thought was possible for me ever again. He makes me genuinely smile and I don't mean just smile with my mouth but makes me smile with my eyes. He makes me blush and laugh and feel like I'm on top of the world in such a euphoric state. I actually feel like we're together- like actually. I know it sounds insane but I have every bit of real emotion for Ben. I feel well- in love.

I said I love all my other f/o too and its true and this might sound terrible and believe me I've thought myself as a terrible person but the love I hold for Ben is higher and so much more different than the love I have for the others..

I thought he'd be like a shooting star. A moment of fun but he'd fade away just as fast as he came into my life.

I'm thankful that wasn't the case. He managed to do what I thought wasn't ever gonna happen to me again. He reignited my spark and love and appreciation. I can't say the last time I smiled this much irl and how much I've had my heartbeat fast and the tint rise to my cheeks.

I guess in short...

Ben makes me feel like I'm alive again.

<- I'm trying so hard not to cry as I talk about this but I mean it's true, I've had so much bullshit happen in my life. I've survived so many hardships and awful people. I forgot what feeling alive was, I thought my new normal was to not expect happiness because it will be met with tragedy and I'll be back at square one. Alone and fighting demons in my mind.

Ben has reignited my heart and I am forever grateful for him, I love him so much already and I hold him so incredibly dear. He makes me feel strong, and loved, and passionate- I love him with my entire soul. So deeply that the love extends past the words themselves. It's so much deeper.

If you read this far thank you <3 It means a lot to me. Thanks for listening to me coherently ramble for once.

[youre-ackermine]

~~~ THE REQUESTS FOR THE 300 FOLLOWERS EVENT ARE NOW CLOSED ~~~

• Thank you so much for dropping by my ask box

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Last update: 01/03/2024

[edgeofmyniall]

Moodboard | taglist | story board | playlist | extras | face claims okay so I am TERRIBLE at math so the flashback scenes maybe wrong I will make a post putting them in order lol Let me know what you think!!

The Funeral: Part Two

Niall’s heart was hammering inside his chest, begging to get out. His mouth was dry and he had tunnel vision, directed only at the one other person who knew about the divorce…Poppy. A million thoughts raced his mind, tearing at the sight of his ex-wife who was merely looking at the bottom of her whiskey. She hated dark liquor, merely taking a sip at the end of the toast. Her vision didn’t falter from the glasses. As if she had just been caught in the scheme.

It took all of his strength to excuse himself from Alex and cross the room like nothing ever happened. Like his secret hadn’t shown its face. She had broken the contract. He didn't know what the consequences would be if the contract was breached. He had merely known that Poppy would follow it- follow the rules like she had always done. He grabbed Poppy’s arm and pulled her toward the nearest bathroom that sat just under the stairs. The murmurs of his friends roared loudly in his ears. 

It was a small bathroom with little room for anyone taller than Niall and with the two of them sharing such tiny space, the room was more than stifling. Poppy could tell anger was taking over Niall, his face was becoming red and his breathing ragged. Her brow furrowed as she looked up to him in a concerned look.

“Did you tell Alex?” Niall wagged his finger in Poppy’s face, a thin line across his mouth as if he was punishing her something she didn’t do. She merely pushed his finger out of her face before speaking. 

“No!” Poppy’s voice rose on the defensive. “Why would I when you want to-“ Niall cut off Poppy by putting his hand over her mouth. 

“Don’t raise your voice. It must have been Justin.” Niall released Poppy’s lips from his grasp and began to wipe off the residence of lipstick from his palm. Niall runs his fingers through his hair, his fingertips staying at the nape of his neck. He was mentally going through all of the people who knew about the break up. Justin had found out before the contract had been thought of. Justin came into Niall's office, throwing papers and books- a reaction that Niall thought Poppy should have had.

Two Years Ago

“What are you doing?!” Niall exclaimed as Justin threw a book at his friend. Niall barely ducked out of the way before the book came flying across towards his face. Niallwent to stand up, but Justin only threw whatever he could get his hands on. His body, tired and hurting, was full of rage. 

“Are you mental?” Justin asked as he shoved papers off Niall’s desk. “What are you  doing?” Justin’s hands balled into a fist, and before he could think better otherwise, his hand connected with Niall’s face. 

“What the fuck?” Niall jumped out of his chair. Shelby, Niall’s assistant, was on the phone, whispering into the receiver. He knew that she was calling security. They both locked eyes through the glass window before he quickly shook his head.

“Her?” Justin pointed an accusing finger at the brunette with the red lips. Not breaking his stare, Justin only let out a small laugh. “That’s who you’re sleeping with?” 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Justin. What is wrong with you?” Niall asked, forcing a confused look on his face. A small smirk formed on his face. 

“Drop the act, asshole. I know you’re cheating on Pop with her. She told me.” Justin let his arm fall before taking another step closer to his best friend. Justin goes to open his mouth, as if he was about to speak, but only closes it, shaking his head. It was a hopeless situation. “She deserves better than this. Than you.” 

“You have no idea what you’re talking about!” Niall shouts at his friend, anger billowing in his body. “You weren’t there.”

“I know enough,” Justin turns around. He was about to leave when Niall spoke. “Do you know where I just came from? Your house. Or what’s left of it. And you know what I found when I got there? Poppy, broken in the corner. She told me everything.” 

“You can’t tell anyone. It’s bad for everyone involved.”

“You're not the least bit sorry, are you?” Justin asked. There was a hint of accusing his best friend for falling short of his marriage. 

“Of course I am,” Niall stated, puffing his chest up. “I feel terrible about it all, but she wouldn’t talk to me.”

“Did you even try?”

“We went to therapy,” Niall confessed. He shook his head at the mere thought of sitting on the brown leather couch ever again.

“Did you try?” Justin asked again. Silence fell between them as Justin only sighed. “Guess that’s that then. You’re letting go of the best woman for someone who-” He looks over to Shelby, shaking his head. Justin turns to leave. Opening the door, he turns his head over his shoulder. 

“I’ve already told Pop, but I’ve got cancer. It’s terminal. Call me when you’ve got your shit straightened out.” Justin left the office and left Niall standing in a state of shock.

“What are you talking about? No one besides Justin knew,” Poppy asked before her eyes went wide from a sudden realization. “Alex did mention to me that Justin did tell her a secret. But that was a long time ago. I just thought it was that he planned on marrying her…not, you know, about us.” 

“Jesus Christ Penelope. And now, I’m about to make a speech at his funeral in front of all our friends. How the hell do you expect me to look Alex in the eyes?” Niall whispers, but his soft voice is harsh and more yelling than whispering.  He searches his ex-wife’s face for anything… any sign or clue as to what they were supposed to do now. He was out of ideas and he was tired of leading. 

“He said he would take it to the grave, Niall. I dunno,” Penelope feels the tears brimming over as Niall blames her once again for their troubles. She wanted to tell him that he could look at Alex the same way he looked at her after he told her that he was seeing another woman, but before she could open her mouth, Niall spoke again.

“Not to be funny, but he had one foot in the grave before he blabbed everything to Alex,” Niall shifts his feet before grasping Poppy’s by her elbows on each side. He was trying to breathe but the world was sitting on his chest and it was getting heavier with each try. 

“Niall?” Poppy cupped her ex-husband’s face, searching for any sign of the man she once loved. His eyes were scattered about her, watching the room slowly swirl around them, but the softness of Poppy’s soothing voice and her gentle touch kept him alert as he felt his head spin. “It’s going to be alright.” 

“I just-“ Niall’s eyes were swimming in tears as his voice cracked. “I don’t want you to get hurt.” It was a confession that Poppy never thought she would hear from him. Her own heart was far too broken, too damaged, for his concern now.

“Too late for that,” Poppy feels her chest cave in as she responds- a deepening breath sucking the air out of the small bathroom. She grasps Niall’s hands and holds them up to her own as the tears fall down Niall’s face. She wanted to tell him that she forgave him, but the words failed her. Everything she wanted to say, every word disappeared before her as Niall cupped her face in his hands- his thumb circling her flushed skin. His forehead rests on hers, their noses gently touching as their heavy breathing fills the room. Niall closes his eyes and drinks in Poppy’s scent- the same perfume he gave her as a birthday present. 

“Poppy, I…” Niall begins to say. If he could only say the words, “I want you. I still love you.” but the words no matter how hard he tried to force himself to say them came out as a ghost of a whisper. How could she still hold him when he failed her so much? Her arms were clinging to him, praying he wouldn’t let go. All he had to do was place his lips on hers, remembering the way Poppy tasted, and he would be home again. 

His bottom lip quivered at the thought of kissing Poppy again, nervous and scared like he was the first time he kissed her. 

Seven Years Ago 

Poppy was sitting across from Niall in the small corner booth of the local college bar as they awaited their food. They had been seeing each other over the last few weeks after Niall found Poppy crying as she sat on the carpet across from her professor’s office. They had gotten on well and they spent much of their spare time together. Poppy had found herself asking if Niall wanted to tag along while she was running errands and Niall always asked Poppy her opinion on everything. They were honest with each other, only wanting the best out of one another, and that is what kept Poppy by Niall’s side- his ability to tell the truth even when it was painful to do. 

Their first date had gone splendid. Niall did everything he was taught by his mother to do. Open up doors for Poppy, compliment her, not just her looks, but by her intelligence and smile. He held eye contact, which was excuracting to do, when all he wanted to was to swim around her brown eyes. Every time she looked at him and held his gaze his stomach turned and twisted into knots. He tried clearing his throat to cover up his voice breaking from nerves, but it was a failed attempt. By the end of the night, Niall had been so nervous, he had forgotten to kiss Poppy goodnight. 

One night, at the end of their date after seeing a B rated horror movie, Niall cupped Poppy’s face turning hers towards his and kissed her gently. Her plump lips were sticky from her lip gloss that she had reapplied, but the way her mouth moved against his, with ferocity, set off fireworks inside both of them. It was worth the wait.

“Niall,” Poppy sighed as she sipped on her condensating drink, “I want you to kiss me.” Niall looked at Poppy, her straw rolled over on her lips as her tongue swirled around it like it was playing a game of cat and mouse. 

“Well, c’mere,” he wiggled his finger in the air, toying with Poppy to lean across the table. Putting her knees in the leather seat, she leaned over the table and began to kiss Niall with fever, as if she was starving for his touch. Her hands intertwined in his brown hair as she pushed her tongue inside Niall’s mouth, the salty taste devouring them. Her fingers trailed down his neck to the open space of the collar of Niall’s shirt as she began to tug on the button, begging it to come open. She moaned in his mouth as Niall gently pushed her off him.

“We’re in public,” Niall, wide eyed and breathless, said as he watched Poppy bite at her bottom lip. Her brown eyes had gone black by the time the waitress had shown up with their food. “We...uh… actually have an emergency,” Niall swallowed as he tried to not look the waitress in her eyes. He felt his pants grow tighter with each passing minute. “Can we get the check and to-go boxes?” The waitress, unamused and unfazed by the lie, left to find the styrofoam boxes. Niall cleared his throat before looking up at Poppy who was sliding a single french fry in and out of her hollow mouth. “Jesus Christ Penelope….” She laughed as Niall squirmed under the pressure of time. “You can’t do that. Now all I can think about is making you mine.”

“Make me yours then,” she whispered as the waitress handed the two patrons the boxes and check before turning away. 

There was a sudden knock on the bathroom door, pulling Niall and Poppy away from each other. The rapid sound pulled them back into reality where Poppy and Niall were no more. Poppy cleared her throat as Niall briskly opened the door to find Amelia wide eyed at the doorway. “Family’s here. We’re all heading out.”

“Thanks,” Niall called out as he grasped Poppy’s hand, leading her to the front door.

“Got everything?” Poppy nodded her head before closing the front door. The immediate family stood beside a long black limousine as everyone gathered around. A young girl no more than seventeen stood in the middle as she quietly wiped the stolen tears away. 

“I want to speak to Sarah,” was all Poppy said to Niall before walking off on the snow covered walkway. Poppy pushed past Justin’s grieving parents to wrap her arms around Sarah, Justin’s youngest and only sister. Sarah, smelling the recognizable scent, pushed her swollen red face into Poppy’s shoulder as she began to cry. Poppy kissed the top of Sarah’s head before strumming her hair. 

“Niall, it’s good to see you,” Justin’s father said, breaking the silence, shaking Niall’s hand. “Heard the business is taking a bit of a bump, but it will swing back in no time.”

“This is no time to talk business, Jerome,” the small boned woman said to her husband, “We’re about to bury your son for Christ’s sake.” Sarah leans her head up to see Poppy’s half smile. 

“They’ve been fighting like this since he died; I can’t take much more of it,” Poppy began to sway her and her companion as Sarah spoke.

“You can come stay with me for a while. Niall will be away for a month or two so you can get away.” Sarah nodded, a small smile forming on her face. “Good, that big house gets lonely and Arlo would love to see you.” Poppy kissed the top of Sarah’s head before Gerald spoke. 

“Thank you all for coming as we lay my- our son to rest. We know that he was very loved by all of you, and you are more like family than you will ever know. Please be careful on the way. The snow is thickening and the roads will be wet. Thank you.” The short but precise speech motioned for everyone to begin to wander to their cars. Poppy gave a quick squeeze to Sarah before letting go. Walking back, Poppy tucked one arm around Niall’s and leaned her head on his shoulder before letting the tears she had been fighting go. 

Niall opened the passenger door of Niall’s coupe for Poppy and as she sat down, Niall’s heart broke for two reasons. One: he was about to say goodbye to his best friend for the final time and Two: watching Poppy and Sarah together made him realize that he could never give Poppy the family she wanted. 

The car ride was silent as the windshield wipers scraped the fallen snow off the glass. Poppy sat in the passenger seat picking at her nails as she tried to stop crying- her grief much too heavy to carry. Niall reached over, squeezing Poppy’s hand in his before pulling it to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on the outside of her hand, causing Poppy to cry harder.

“I’m sorry,” he said, breaking the silence. Poppy wasn’t sure what he was sorry for, but she only nodded her head and pulled out of Niall’s grasp before looking out the window. 

Parking his car in the side parking lot of the church, Niall turned to Poppy to ask a simple, yet complicated question. One that opened an array of answers. 

“Are you okay?” He stretched his hand to catch a fallen tear that fell from Poppy’s eyes. 

“I feel so bad for Sarah. She won’t--” Poppy tried to breathe but it was too hard as the sobs became more apparent. “She doesn’t have a brother anymore. She doesn’t,” Poppy looked at Niall with reddened eyes. “And I don’t have you anymore.” Niall didn’t know what to say to that. She was right… mostly. There would always be some part of Niall that belonged to Poppy, that would be hers, but the man sitting next to her was a stranger in parts. Before Niall could think of anything to say, Poppy opened up the car door and stood in the cold.

Niall climbed out of the car, pulling his jacket on before placing his hand on the crook of Poppy’s back. He found himself in a familiarity again with doing this. It’s not like he led Shelby like this. She was young, and wanted her hand to be held the entire time. Poppy always wanted the constant reassuring touch so that she too could lead when the time was right.

Falling into the ease of things was not something that Niall wanted. He cleared his throat before turning to Penelope. “I don't know why I did what I did, but I want you to know that I’m sorry.” Poppy only blinked away at the falling snow. There were no words for her to say. Niall’s knuckles brushed against her cold skin, before resting on her cheeks, her small gold hops between his thumb and index finger. He had given those earrings to Poppy the night of his first major sale, and when he brought them home to celebrate, her eyes lingered on the gold and not the man.

His apology was something that she desperately wanted, especially in the late night when loneliness crept in and took over her. She didn’t realize what she was doing before it was already done, but her arms wrapped around Niall’s torso and she held him tightly as Niall lowered his head to her shoulder and sobbed. 

It was the overcoming rush of grief that took over Niall. His best friend was gone and he lost his wife by his own actions. Now he was left to face the consequences of his actions. He had to bury both his companion and his marriage in one single evening. He knew that Poppy would never forgive him. Even now that the contract needed to be altered.

Niall’s apology wasn’t exactly given at an ideal time, or the lack thereof, and Poppy still wasn’t sure what he was sorry for. For cheating? For ruining their marriage? Or for not fighting for them? Was he sorry for breaking her heart and leaving her to deal with the repercussions of loving someone?

“We are gathered here today, not to grieve but to celebrate the life of Justin Williams. He lived his life like there was no tomorrow and faced death with a grin, excited for the next adventure.” Niall’s hands were sweating as the priest began his speech. His stomach turned at the thought of him being next to speak where he would lay his heart out on the line in front of everyone, but the one person he was most nervous about sat beside him holding his hand like it had been her’s all along. He wished he could take away Poppy’s pain and sorrow. He wished that he could take away all the pain he caused her for being selfish. He wished he had never cheated on her. 

He hadn’t planned on apologizing, especially going into what they were now facing, but he had said it. It wasn’t a grand apology that Poppy deserved, but it was an apology nonetheless.

“Here today is one of his friends that would like to speak on Justin’s life. Niall?” Niall cleared his throat before running his opened hand through his hair. As he was getting up, Poppy gently squeezed his hand and a soft smile formed on her face. What he wouldn’t give to kiss her right now. Walking up the aisle, he felt every pair of eyes on him and he prayed that he didn’t show his secrets to life. Standing in front of everyone, his eyes found the pair that should belong to him still. Pulling the crumbled paper out of his inner jacket pocket, Niallbegan to read.

“Justin has always been a staple in my life. He was more than a friend- he was my brother. I have a room in his childhood home that still holds a lot of memories. I had a seat at the Williams’ table, especially when food was scarce in my home. He was there when I dealt with my first bully. He was there when my dad left my mom, when we made enough money to move out of Hell’s Kitchen, and he was there the night that Poppy and I lost our baby. We were on the verge of giving up having children when we found out Poppy was pregnant. Justin was all in during the few short months that the baby was around. He said that he wasn’t going to be a normal uncle. He was going to be the best uncle. And he was.” Niall paused as his voice wavered, his eyes clouding up with tears. He cleared his throat and blinked away the grief before continuing on. 

He was there through a lot of sad and dark times, but that means he was also there through the good times as well. When Poppy and I were married, when I became so drunk that I thought the idea of getting a tattoo actually sounded good. No, you can’t see it. Just know it was most definitely a bad idea. Justin was there to help me pick out the engagement ring that Penelope lost in the garbage disposal a week later,” Poppy laughed at the memory of her losing the ring. She hadn’t really, but during the five minutes that she thought she did, she called Justin over to help her retrieve it. “He was there when Amelia was a part of the exchange program in school. Justin had thought at one time Amelia was the prettiest girl in our grade, but quickly realized that she would knock him down a peg or two. After the excruciating show that happened in the lunchroom, she wedged herself into the friend group.”

“But Justin was also there when he wasn’t, and by that I mean, he weasled himself into situations that changed my life. And one of those times, I would like to share with you all so that you can be just as appreciative as I am of my best friend. See, I never would have gone back for my jacket the day I met Penelope if it wasn’t for Justin. I left in a hurry down the elevator that did actually work. There was a sign hanging on them that said it was out of order, but they were in perfect condition.” He looked over at Poppy with a soft smile. Tears began to form in her eyes as she listened. “Justin had texted me to grab the jacket because he needed it for a date. And on this day, it was pouring rain. And sweet little Penelope had been late to turn in her term paper because of the weather.” Poppy knew that Niall was lying. She had told him when they met for drinks afterwards that she had procrastinated until she had completely forgotten it was due. It wasn’t until one of her classmates had texted her to ask her a question about the paper that she remembered and spent half the night writing it, going off sheer hope that the first draft was good enough.  “If Justin had never texted me, I would have never met the love of my life that rainy day. She would still be sitting on the floor completely drenched crying, looking, as she says, a hot mess express. And I thank Justin and God every day for that little miracle because without Justin, I would have never been this happy.” 

Poppy felt a pain in her chest as Niall spoke his story. Every word that he spoke about her was the truth and yet it was a lie. He had become his own paradox full of half truths and complete lies. He was lying to her, to himself, and to the congregation. She wasn’t the love of his life anymore. He had moved on from her in the most seering of ways, but yet the way he still looked upon her held the half truth that Niall, speaking on his dead best friend, swore to love Poppy for the rest of his life. Until death do us part.

He was happy with someone else and no one knew except the two of them and a body that was being lowered into the ground shortly afterwards. He loves her, not Poppy. The villainous woman who wedged herself between the once married couple. It hit her at once, the anger, the hurt, the betrayal. Niall stood in front of everyone, acting perfectly fine with the lie he just told, and not once did he even flinch at his slander. He truly was okay with them being apart.  

“To know Justin was to love him and we all did. However, I am so glad that he is no longer suffering and we no longer have to suffer from his terrible jokes.” As Niall made his way down and into his seat, the once warm feeling from Poppy had turned cold. She moved her hand when he tried to grab hers and she slid down the row when he outstretched his arm to bring her closer. She had already gone through enough heartbreak caused by Niall that she refused to live the lie another second longer.

She turned to her ex-husband and in a breathless whisper she mouthed the words she never thought she would say.

“I hate you.”

@beautyispayno @kare38 @socialfake @heatherranch @theresnooneheretosave @naillsguitarthings @therealniallgrande @halfpinthoran @watercolorskyy @niallerlover @niallsguinnesss @lovelywordsblog

[hanukkahbingo]

!חג אורים שמח

It's the second night of Hanukkah and the second night of the Panfandom Hanukkah Bingo! We're seeing a dip in the number of submissions from last year, so I just wanted to remind everyone that these prompts can be used for fic, art, moodboards, graphics -- whatever you want to create! I know things are hard out there right now and the year has been dark, but all of your creations are lights in that darkness and it's lovely to see your interpretations of Jewish joy. Keep creating!

A Deal with the Dead by abby-gaytes | AO3 | tumblr

One could say being kind to ghosts is a Jewish value. So, when a familiar face reappears to haunt a local bakery during Hanukkah, the Ghostbusters propose a compromise.

A Very Voyager Holiday by Divinemissem13/@divinemissem13 | AO3 | tumblr

After years of throwing Voyager's holiday parties, Neelix is surprised to learn that Federation winter holiday traditions include much more than just Christmas trees and Santa Claus.

A1. Applesauce - Kate Bishop by aimmyarrowshigh/@aimmyarrowshigh | AO3 | tumblr

Yelena loves to cook, which is great, because Kate loves to eat. But…

A2. Snow - Jane Foster by aimmyarrowshigh/@aimmyarrowshigh | AO3 | tumblr

Jane wasn't supposed to live to see another Hanukkah. But a great miracle happened, and she is here.

A3. Shalom - Kaydel Ko Connix by aimmyarrowshigh/@aimmyarrowshigh | AO3 | tumblr

Basic isn't Connix's first language.

A4. Smashing Fascists - Booker le Livre by aimmyarrowshigh/@aimmyarrowshigh | AO3 | tumblr

Booker is worried that the others will see what he did as treason. A betrayal of their cause. But they've all been alive long enough to know better.

A5. Eighth Night - Joyce Byers by aimmyarrowshigh/@aimmyarrowshigh | AO3 | tumblr

Hop stops by Melvald's one slushy December morning.

Alone in the Dark (Chapter 2) by josiebelladonna/@feverinfeveroutfic | AO3 | tumblr

He found himself trapped out in the wilderness during a power outage, and his meeting with that one strange girl proved to be a stroke of fate for him. A fic that asks “what if Alex and Christine had met in another period?”

Bring on the Light: Haunted Dreidel by melbelle310/@perfectpurls | AO3 | tumblr

On night two of my Channukah series, Ace and Nancy teach their friends to play dreidel!

Eight Nights (Chapter 2) by genuineformality/@genuineformality | AO3 | tumblr

On the first night of Chanukah, Viktor lights a chanukiah for the first time in a long time. On the subsequent nights, Viktor and Jayce explore a lot of complicated feelings.

The First First Night by awlenrose | AO3 | tumblr

Survival always comes at a cost.

holiday wishes by aelisheva | AO3 | tumblr

"Asha, why do you call your grandfather Saba?" Valentino asked this as they walked to the palace to help Queen Amaya prepare this week's winter solstice festival. During it, Asha would be officially announced as the next Princess Of Rosas. Which was quite the change, but at least some other things in her life wouldn't change.

Keep a candle burning (Chapter 2) by dharmashark | AO3 | tumblr

Bucky has been sitting cross legged on the floor with Steve Rogers for three hours. He feels giddy on two donuts too many, his ribs tight and hot from laughing. But mostly he feels smug as hell: he cannot wait to tell Clint how wrong he was when said this was a terrible idea. Well, what Clint had actually said was, “Are you out of your mind? Steve, as in Steve, is going to spend Hanukkah with you, in your studio apartment?” — In which Bucky can totally, definitely last eight nights without falling for his childhood best friend. Again.

Love and Light by Hollie47/@hollie47 | AO3 | tumblr

Wanda thinks about her family and how Darcy is now apart of it.

The Opportunistic Telekinetic by abby-gaytes | AO3 | tumblr

It’s all fun and games until Talia uses her newfound telekinesis to cheat at dreidel.

Princess Asha Holiday Moodboard by aelisheva | AO3 | tumblr

Asha is in the middle of lighting candles with her Mamà and Saba when she gets the queen's message in the mail.

Spidersona Doodles by scribbling-scientist/@enby-scientist | AO3 | tumblr

K1-2 presents, H1-1 dreidel, H2-4 ugly sweaters, K2-4 Bad puns, A2-5 Chinese food, U-2 sufganyot, A2-1 Oil (Bingo! +2)

[nightshadehasblorbos]

🎶 and 📚!

📚 [Books] Is this WIP part of a series or standalone?

All the fics I am currently writing are standalones. But I am planning to write sequels for the two fics that I have already posted. There's more about potential sunrise laughing sequels in the next question, and I want to write a sequel for Fucking ghosts but it would be Ryan Graves/Brandon Tanev and neither fic would need to be read to understand the other. Just Ryan "ghost fucker" Graves, and Brandon sees ghosts, so the fic needs to exist.

(next question under the cut because it's long)

🎶 [Notes] Do you have any other WIP related things, like moodboards, character portraits, playlists or similar?

Playlists

Yes! I have playlists (I almost forgot I had them😂). One of them is for a specific fic and the others are character based. Actually looking back on them, I have one for a fic that I haven't written. I basically listened to a bunch of tv show songs (Hazbin Hotel and My Little Pony, two very different shows) and my brain was stuck on hockey players, so I made more and more playlists for players that I will probably not write for.

Here's a list of the players/fics I have playlists for:

Jeremy Swayman (6 songs)

Matthew Tkachuk (6 songs)

a fic I started for Pens Angst Fest but obviously didn't finish (3 songs)

Dylan Strome (1 song)

Nolan Patrick (1 song)

this was the runner up idea for Pens Angst Fest that I couldn't help brainstorm, in the notes I wrote "not the changeling one but the stalker one" (1 song)

Auston Matthews (1 song)

Alex Ovechkin (2 songs)

I also have one song that i haven't added to a playlist/made playlist for, but I heard for the first time "The Fine Print" by The Stupenium, and I was just making connections to the NHL and how hockey players basically sell their bodies to the NHL (and all the discussion of CTE recently).

Brainstorms & Lists

I have a doc with some fic ideas that I'm interested in writing, some that I will probably drop, some I might get to. Some are fleshed out with a couple paragraphs, and some are just a sentence. Some of these start out in my phone's notes app, like in the case that it's late at night and I need to get it down.

I have a doc specific for sequel ideas for sunrise laughing with them broken into four separate ideas/fics. Two of them I'm very solid on, and two fluffier, shorter ideas (i'm terrible at guessing length so don't trust that) that I don't have brainrot for but I am interested in writing.

I also have lists of prompts that I found interesting in different fic fests, which two of the fics I'm writing were inspired by prompts (the Pens Angst Fest fic and the Not a Cow Fest- which is actually based on a prompt from There's Only One You Fest).

Tumblr Inspo

I also use tags so I can save stuff that I can use for inspo. Some player names (but also that's just anything I find interesting). I have "fic idea" tag, and I have some tags for some specific fics, some started some not. Those are "nesting swaymark", "pearls fic", "mpreg fic", and "vore fic".

[ylove-bandaesthetics]

Bands & Anime! 🇯🇵

Peter Steele & Alex Terrible + Goku & Vegeta! ⭐️

“Push through the pain, giving up hurts more.”

[bruised-ribbing]

[aswebothshook]

“hey, babe, what if i changed your ringtone to head over heels... hahaha wouldn’t that be crazy...”

[hogwartstoalexandria]

50 Tropes till Winter

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So, I made a thing. I am terrible at sticking to a prompt list but I figured, if I made it myself I might have a better chance at jump-starting inspiration with it. So here it is!

These are free for anyone to use if they speak to you! My personal plan is to try and write them all (probably a big Lol but we'll see!) between November 1 and December 21.

50-ish days, 50 tropes.

Most of them were taken from the TV Tropes website.

No rules whatsoever for using them, write, art, moodboard, whatever.

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I'll be writing Criminal Minds things and I would love it if some of you would send me combos of ship + prompt! The ships I will write are the following:

Hotchgan

Gotch

Hotchreid

Hotch/Rossi

Hotchniss

Dave/Erin

Dave/Erin/Hotch

Dave/Carolyn

Dave/Emily

Gotchgan

Mortchreid

Alex/Erin

Alex/Dave

Hotch/Emily/Dave

Hotchley

Hotch/Beth

Fair warning: a lot of my ideas turn out nsfw, so if that's not your thing, state so!

Text version of the prompts under the cut!

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A Birthday, Not a Break

Aborted Declaration of Love

Abusive Parents

Achey Scars

Anorgasmia

Feeling Blue

Blunt "Yes"

Breaking Out the Boss

Cannot unsee

Climactic Elevator Ride

Coms are still on

Cut Himself "Shaving"

Dancing Is Serious Business

Desk Sweep of Rage

Dramatic Sit-Down

Dramatically Missing the Point

Give Him a Normal Life

Grave-Marking Scene

Greeting Cards for Everything

Grew a Spine

"I Will Wait for You"

"It Gets Easier"

Learning to let go

Loss of Inhibitions

Lying in the Dirt Together

Memorial bedroom

Mundane Made Awesome

Photoshoot gone wrong

"Pick on Someone Your Own Size"

Poorly Timed Confession

Campfire Character Exploration

Punch a Wall

Sarcastic Clapping

Shower of Angst

"So You Were Saying...?"

Stranger in a Familiar Land

Missed Calls/Messages

"Take My Hand!"

Talking to the Dead

Afraid to Hold the Baby

"This Is My Side"

"You Called Me X, Must Be Serious"

"You Didn't Ask!"

"You!" Exclamation

"Sometimes I Hate You"

Something Only You Know

Brake Angrily

Takes Two To Tango

"I Didn't Know Where Else to Go"

Character Tics

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Let's have fun with these!

[pink-flame]

Wonder Woman + Juke

Moodboard and summary for a hypothetical fic I haven't actually written yet for @jatp-sci-fi-week Superhero AU Day

Life on Themyscira with her mother the queen and the other Amazon warriors is all that Julie has ever known. She's never even seen a man and it would be easy enough to forget life existed beyond their island if reminders of those who had stumbled upon their home over the centuries didn't remain. She has seen their weapons in the hall of memory and most amazing and confusing of all...a piano. Music isn't exactly a priority for their people but after Julie tells her mother about the song she hears calling to her, the queen allows her to find time to play between sessions of intense battle training. After her mother's seemingly eternal life abandons her and she falls sick, Julie is forced to step up to lead her people and after her mother passes away the song abandons her. So when a handsome pilot named Luke crashes into the sea and the song kicks up again, stronger than she's ever heard it, Julie knows she has to follow where that song leads her, even if it's into the wider world and a reality of evil and brutality she's never known before. Julie is sure a meddling god is to blame for the destruction Luke describes and they set off on a mission to reach the front of the terrible war engulfing the world, determined to end it once and for all. Luke doesn't believe in the power of gods but he believes in her, she can see it in the way he looks at her, feel it in the way the song swells when they're together. With the help of Alex and Reggie, a couple of friends they pick up along the way, Julie and Luke are barreling closer and closer to either victory or destruction all while drawing closer and closer to each other. Julie has always seen things as right or wrong, black or white but with Luke she realizes the world is a kaleidoscope of color and that might not be such a bad thing.

[halfway-happyyy]

Bright Eyes

AN: hello friends! this is a little something i came up with using this lovely moodboard by the ever-talented @flowers-in-your-hayr . this is also in celebration of her hitting 650+ followers! congratulations my dear, you are a light and deserve all of the love.

warnings: this piece is under the cut because it delves heavily into pregnancy and babies!

The changes were somewhat slow to note in the beginning.

There had been intense morning sickness throughout the first trimester; nausea on a level she had never fathomed before. It had been so terrible that some days the only task she could muster successfully was peeling herself from her duvet to stand beneath a near-scalding shower, arms braced against the glossy, tiled walls and chest heaving under the duress of the waves roiling deep in her belly.

Sleep, when she could come by it, was an absolute reprieve that came fast and all-consuming for her.

And then one morning- a couple of weeks shy of her third trimester, she had been standing naked and dripping in front of the fogged mirror in their on-suite washroom, when she noticed as if for the first time, the burgeoning bump of her belly. She watched the rounded curve of the life form growing inside of her with a hungry, fascinated gaze.

“Good morning baby,” Alexander had appeared behind her suddenly, his warm hands reaching around her front to caress the growing bump. He dropped to his knees to press a series of tender kisses to the taut skin there. “You be kind to your mama today, hm? She's been having a bit of a rough go of it lately…” Rising to stand, he reached for the stick of Shea butter balm, removed the cap, and began to roll it over her stomach in soothing circles. She had grown self-conscious of the opaque lines that had started to grow on her belly in the months leading up to their child's birth but he remained steadfast in his utter adoration and admiration for her and what her body was doing for them, regardless. “How are you feeling today, gorgeous girl?”

She had considered the question carefully; mulled over each possible answer in her mind and sighed softly, opting for the truth. “I'm tired today, Alex.” And she was. She had known that they were approaching the tail-end of this whirlwind adventure. Knew that in the next few months their baby would be earth-side with them, knew in her heart how quickly time would pass until then.

He smiled down at her, his azure blue eyes glassy and utterly empathetic. “I'm sure you are. I have two meetings in the city today, and then I'm all yours for the next couple of weeks. What do you say we grab dinner out tonight?”

A small sigh of relief before her lips curved up into a half smile. “I'd say you got yourself a date, Skarsgård.”

And then there was the moment she had woken up from a dead sleep three weeks before she gave birth. A slick sheen of perspiration covered every square inch of her body as she fought for a proper breath, and Alexander- bless his heart, in his sleep-heavy state had assumed that this was it. He had leapt out of bed, hand poised around the leather handle of the diaper bag next to his night side table. It, of course, wasn't it- rather she had been the victim of a nightmare of such terror that she could not begin to explain, or quantify, but that had shaken her to her very core. She was gripped with a fear the likes of which she had never felt before or since. It was a palpable, ugly thing that sidled itself inside her chest and caused tears to rush in rivers down her cheeks. All Alexander could do was hold her tight and rock her until the heaving stopped, the seemingly bottomless well of saltwater behind her eyes dry for the time being.

“What on earth is going on, kid?”

She had taken a deep breath, her eyes felt as if someone had dried them with sheets of sandpaper. “I'm scared, Alex.”

He clicked his tongue and held her ever tighter to his chest. “Of course you are. Of course you are. That's completely normal, my love.”

She trembled violently beneath him. “I need to feel like I'm not going to fuck this child up somehow… I need to know I'm going to be okay at this.”

Alexander pressed his lips to her temple, his warm breath as it fanned out over her face helped to quell her panic somewhat. “You're going to be okay at this,” He rubbed reassuring circles into the small of her back. “We're going to be okay at this. Together. We're going to make mistakes- that's a given. But there’s no way this child won't know love. Because it lives right here with us.”

One Monday morning, about a week prior to giving birth, she had found herself admiring the finishing touches to their nursery. A wooden rocking chair- possibly her most favourite part of the room, stood unsuspecting in the corner next to the open window. It was cracked to help the heady scent of fresh paint dissipate and she held her arms a little tighter to herself to ward off the early morning May breeze. A brand-new bookshelf was already chockful with material- titles ranging anywhere from The Very Hungry Caterpillar, to Where the Wild Things Are, to The Little Book of Fika- stood next to the rocking chair. Adorning the top of the shelf were photographs from their maternity shoot, some framed sonograms and a bear-shaped lamp. The walls had been washed in a soft beige, with Alexander insisting on some kind of fun decal- a tall tree and a rainbow helped to spruce up the adjacent accent wall. The whimsical plush animals of their baby’s mobile swayed gently in the breeze and she smiled to herself again. Reaching for the radio next to the crib, she flicked it on and braced herself against the wooden railing to stretch. Everybody Wants to Rule the World had come on and she dropped her head back and began to dance to the calming sway of the song. Regrettably, she hadn’t done much of it all during her pregnancy, but it felt necessary and wonderful to be as connected as possible to the little light inside of her before they were separated for good.

“Whatcha doing there, mama?”

Not noticing her sudden company until he had made himself known, she splayed her hands around her bump and beamed up at Alexander from his perch in the doorway. “I’m dancing this baby out, papa.”

“Mind if I join you?”

Her smile grew tenfold. “We’d love that.”

Alexander closed the short distance and wrapped himself around her; the velvet-soft rust coloured sweater that he had chosen for the day reminded her of the miniscule onesie tucked away in the dresser a few feet away. She leaned into his touch, letting his embrace warm the pair of them wholly. “Are you ready?” She murmured, after a while.

“Not even remotely,” He confirmed. “But that’s the beauty of it, isn’t it?”

Their baby girl arrived early in the morning of the twenty-first of May. At about six pounds thirteen ounces, she was almost incomprehensively small but easily the most beautiful creature they had ever laid eyes on. She fit nearly perfectly in the palm of Alexander’s hands and came complete with ten miniscule fingers and toes. Her eyes, when they were open, were a breathtaking hue of blue- one of the countless things her papa had bestowed her. A name had been elusive to them until they were in the comfort of their own home, her tiny frame swallowed up by an expert swaddle, and tucked easily inside the crook of Alexander’s forearm. “Well, what do you think kid?” He peered down at her, his eyes tired, but alight with a fire she had become familiar with in the days after their baby's arrival.

“I think it’s a beautiful name, Alex.”

He cleared his throat and blinked back a couple of tears as he gazed down at his sleeping daughter. “Welcome to the world, Maja Elizabeth Skarsgård. We love you endlessly already.”

And he had been right all along, of course.

It was never going to be easy and sleep was never going to be readily available again. They were going to screw up somewhere down the line. But to be blissfully hopeful for the future and for their family was easy- because love lived there.

[hey-there-juliet]

• JATP Sci-Fi Week - Day Six: Superheroes @jatp-sci-fi-week

Notes: Yes, I'm a day late, I'm sorry!! I couldn't figure out what I wanted to do for this day, and even though I have two superheroes fanfics, neither one is developed enough for me to post anything.

So I've decided to share a sneak peek of one of the mentioned superhero fics and I hope you guys like it. The moodboard is specifically aimed at the sneak peek instead of something for the whole fic in general.

This is unbetaed, so any mistakes are my own. It's also kinda crappy, but oh well, lmao. Enjoy!! 💜

Summary: Seven superpowered youths are chosen to be trained as the next team of superheroes to protect the world. What they don't know is that General Covington has a very serious reason to want them whipped into shape. Too bad for him, though, their trainer - Trevor Wilson - doesn't seem interested in following the rules. (Inspired by Zoom: Academy of Superhero, a 2006 film).

content warning: jerk jock alert, along with a little bullying, but Luke sets him right. Light swearing.

• just your average, ordinary, everyday superhero •

SNEAK PEEK:

Another school day had finally come to an end, and Luke could hardly wait to get back to his guitar and finally be able to try out the melody that had been plaguing him all day. 

The doors were just around the corner, and he could almost picture them, the freedom just beyond, tugging him forward. 

"I was like a super spy or something, and there was this big, underground lab and I had an evil twin!" Reggie was saying, his hands moving around excitedly as he told Luke and Alex about his dream from the night before. 

He was walking backwards, a terrible habit that Alex tried to discourage as Luke egged him on, making sure to steer him away from classmates and objects alike. But he was too caught up in his friend's story to notice the guy leaning against the lockers just around the corner. 

Reggie's enthusiastic steps carried him straight into Shane Donovan's back, sending the ginger football player flying into his friends and all three of them to the floor a couple of feet farther into the hallway. Reggie, in turn, barely stumbled, more out of shock than anything else. He turned around, eyes wide and apologies already spilling profusely from his lips. 

Out of the corner of his eye, Luke could see Alex was thinking the same thing as him: Shit.

Donovan jumped to his feet a moment later, red coloring his cheeks and ears, possibly in embarrassment but most likely in anger. He turned around and marched toward Reggie.

Luke was quick to step in front of his friend though, hands raised in a hopeless attempt of settling things down without him ending up in detention. Again. 

"Hey, man," Luke forced a laugh, fixing the other boy with his most charming smile. "So sorry about that, totally my bad."

"Shut up, Patterson. I know it was your stupid, freak friend." 

His smile slipped off his face as Luke pulled his shoulders back. Donovan was still a foot taller than him, but all of his bulk meant nothing when Luke could take him down with a well placed thought. 

"Come on, now, man. It was an accident." He could see it in Shane's face that he was not in a rational mood though, so Luke resigned himself to another day of detention and another weekend grounded at home. 

"No." Donovan pushed against his chest, but Luke was ready for it and only stumbled back a step. Someone pushed him back to rights immediately, and with a quick glance at the almost empty space behind him, he knew it had been Alex. Reggie stood a couple of feet away, hands wriggling in anxious worry, glassy eyes watching Shane's increasingly red face with intent focus.

Luke hated that look on his friend's face. Hated it. His fists closed. He could hear the lockers start to rattle slightly.

"You and your freak friends shouldn't even be here," Donovan spit out, leaning his face closer to his. Then his eyes shifted behind him and Luke clenched his jaw, fists shaking with the effort it took to hold himself back. "What's wrong, Peters? Too chicken to stand up for yourself? Aw, poor weak, little baby, are you going to cry?" Shane's face twisted into a mocking pout. The lockers in the hallway shook harder, but he didn't seem to notice.

To say Luke was fuming would be an understatement. 

"I- I'm sorry, dude. It- It was totally an accident," Reggie stumbled through his apology, wide eyes unable to stay in one place for long.

"I- I- I-" Shane mocked, sidestepping Luke to move closer to Reggie. "This is a school for normal people, freak!"

That's it, Luke thought as he reached for the back of Shane's letterman jacket. At the same time, the lockers all around them burst open and folded into themselves with a deafening sound of metal on metal. 

People screamed and ran for the doors, but Luke didn't pay them any mind. Instead, he pulled Shane away from Reggie and slammed him against a very crooked locker. "That's enough!"

To be continued... some day.

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tag list: @williexmercer @sunsetcurbed @angelofarts @emeraldrain55 @burntchromas @itsthebooks @flynn-taylor @kybee1497 @jatpfs

[thatesqcrush]

LOVE YOU, LOVE YOU NOT  BINGO MASTERLIST

All fics are reader insert unless otherwise denoted & you should assume all are NSFW.

@thatesqcrush

Voire Dire, Part 3 (Barba)

Ivy & the Ink (Nevada Ramirez)

Fall From Grace, Pt. 11: Case of the Ex (Kneef)

Drinks & Theories (Barson)

The Nanny (Kneef)

Retrouvaille (Barba)

Time of the Month (Kevin Mulrooney)

@itsjustmyfantasyroom

Just Relax (Chilton)

Jealous (Barba)

Peaches N Cream (Barba)

Green Eyes (Barba)

Not So Blind (Amaro)

Since You Left (Barba)

Goodbye (Amaro)

Forever More (Chilton)

Ivory Dress (Amaro)

A Mature Date (Jackson Neill)

Sweet Serendipity (Barba)

Wages (Nevada Ramirez)

No Judgment (Dennis DiPalma)

Purple Love (Rafael Barba)

Via Email (Bryan Kneef)

Friendly Gossip (Barba)

Use to It (Amaro)

Understudy (Carisi)

Sweet Touch (Chilton)

Finally (Barba)

@law-nerd105

Drunk Love (Barba)

@beccabarba

Light in Your Eyes (Amaro)

Le Vice Anglais (Barba)

Handcuffs and Tea (Amaro)

Nevada & the Good Girl: Into the Dark (Nevada Ramirez)

Nevada & the Good Girl: Put on a Show (Nevada Ramirez)

Dinner to Go: Part 1, Part 2 (Nick Amaro, reader, Alex Cabot)

Summoned, Pt. 4 (Chilton)

Going Public (Kneef)

Nothing Sweet (Kneef)

Fine Wine (Barba)

Broken (Cabot)

Feelings (Rollins)

My Heart Says Cupcake (Amaro)

@dreamlover31

Love Me Like You Do (moodboard)

@storiesofsvu

Valentine’s Game (Calhoun, Barba)

You Can & You Will (Calhoun)

Found Family (Benson)

Put On a Show (Bryan Kneef)

Put On a Show (Part 2) (Bryan Kneef)

Snail Mail (Casey Novak)

Island Interlude (Casey Novak)

Uncoordinated (Mini Dodds)

Hidden Love (Alex Cabot)

First Date Blunders (Carisi)

Platonic Valentine (Kat Tamin)

What You’re Waiting For (Carisi)

Delectable (Rita Calhoun)

Bruised Ego (Barba)

Power Play (Kneef)

You Never Knew? (Carisi)

Forget You (Alex Cabot)

February Phone Call (Barba)

Not So Blind Date (Alex Cabot)

Negotiations (Barba)

@karens-imagined-world

Exam Prep Destress (Harvard!Barba)

Post-It (Carisi)

Goodbye, My Love (Mini Dodds)

PDA (Mini Dodds)

Move In With Me (Jackson Neill)

Oils & Marks (Mini Dodds)

Oral Sex (NSFW) - Harvard!Rafael Barba x reader

Candy and Flowers - Sonny Carisi 

First Date - Sonny Carisi 

Public Sex / Public Display of Affection (NSFW)

Aftercare - Nick Amaro

Love Me Like You Do - Mike Dodds 

Catchin’ Feelings - Bryan Kneef 

@teamsladsandgents

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Morals (Nevada Ramirez)

Out Like a Flame (Amaro)

The Tum (Barba)

My Beautiful Rose (Carisi)

Homemade Valentines (Olivia)

Take It Out On Me (Amaro)

Make It Up (Carisi)

A New Muse, Part 2 (Barba)

100% Certain (Carisi)

The Choices We Make (Barba)

Moving On (Jackson Neill)

Sister Troubles (Amaro)

Bella’s Wedding (Carisi)

Trying New Things (Barba)

Bar Games (Amaro)

24 Hour Flu (Carisi)

Dinner, Dancing & Doting (Mini Dodds)

Trying to Change (Amaro)

Study Buddy (Carisi)

Study Buddy, Pt. 2 (Carisi)

Catching Feelings (Barba)

Claimed As His (Barba)

Subtle (Amaro)

Lack of Communication (Carisi)

Time Tears us Apart, but Also Brings us Back (Barba)

@madamsnape921

I Believe You (Part 2) (Bryan Kneef)

I Believe You (Part 3) (Bryan Kneef)

On The Plus Side (Chilton)

@darkheart-brightsmile

It’s a Love/Hate Thing (Barba)

@alwaysachorusgirl

Almost Perfect (Chilton) 

Playing Matchmaker (Barba)

An Exile of Our Own Making (Barba)

We’ve Got Tonight (Barba)

@infiniteoddball

Saved Sauce (Calhoun, Fin)

@detective-giggles

Hobby (Barisi)

Secret Love (Barisi)

Forgotten Love (Barisi)

@navalcriminalimagines

Sit, Drink, Smile (Barba)

@redlipstickandplaid

Blind Date (Barba)

@the-hopeless-haze

I Hope He’ll be a Beautiful Fool... (Sonny Carisi/reader, past!Rafael Barba/reader)

@lovebennycolonmiguelgalindo

Cuddling (Amaro)

@tropes-and-tales

Memory of a Love (Carisi)

@prurientpuddlejumper

You’re a Mean One, Mr. Kneef, Ch.11 (Kneef)

You’re a Mean One, Mr. Kneef, Ch.12 (Kneef)

Crying in the Shower (Barba)

@crylovereblog   

Lucky (Casey Novak)

@dreamlover31

Love You Like I Do (mood-board ft. Barba)

@redlipstickandplaid

Fade Into You (Nick Amaro)

@altsvu

Sneaky on the 8th Floor (Carisi)

Surprise, Lets Be Valentines (Barba)

@raisethebarricade

Terrible, Horrible (No Good, Very Bad Date) (Barba)

@victimsofunsynchronizedpassion​

Exile, Pt. 1 (Barba)

Exile, Pt. 2 (Barba)

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Projects List: Trying to keep things in order.

Completed:

Loki

It’ll All Come Out in the Wash - Mobius and Sylvie discuss Loki during their road trip. - set in episode 5

In Progress:

Loki

Raising the Stakes - Alabama grocery store AU (Part 2 should be up this week)

To Have the Keys to the Castle — He Who Remains has a plan for that. Or, Miss Minutes rescues Loki from the Alt TVA (Moodboard)

The Black Tapes Podcast:

Echo Chamber: Alex sometimes gets lost in the weeds of self doubt, the Tall Man doesn't help much with that. Alex character study.

The Man From Uncle / Ready or Not: Rule63!Napoleon Solo (AKA Grace Le Domas - who's been having a terrible day for about 10 years)

Diametric Intentions - missing scene from AU Movie Cannon where Napoleon convinces Ilya to pretend to cheat on his 'Fiance' to convince Victoria Vinciguerra that the both of them weren't just breaking into her top secret weapons facility.

Future Projects: Some of these might be combined when I actually get to writing them.

Loki

Time is a Flat Circle - Mobius Strip Time Shenanigans: AU of Episode 4, After Loki watches Mobius get pruned, he is sent to be reset with his memories wiped and put into an earlier part of the TVA’s personal timeline to become Ravonna’s other analyst. (Featuring God of Mischief Loki whose going to burn the TVA down.)

“If Wishes Were Fishes” - Casey POV - Casey’s nexus event and how he came to join the TVA at age 5

Croki POV and his view of the other Loki’s

Heavy is the Head: Classic Loki and Kid Loki taking over the Void - Or how Kid Loki came to claim his crown. (Buddy cop type shenanigans)

Loki and Mobius have a daughter AU (Probaby connected to the Untitled Mobius Strip AU) - Loki’s daughter self prunes to get away from the TVA - no she didn’t know that it wasn’t a death sentence yes she has issues shut up. Or the one where the Loki’s in the void adopt Mobius and Loki’s daughter for awhile.

The Loki variants give Mobius the shovel talk while Sylvie distracts Loki. - set in episode 5

Ravonna POV ep 4 AU she prunes Loki and Mobius at the same time. Loki first so that she can see Mobius’s reaction and then when she realizes that he’s in love with Loki, she prunes ‘Mobius. / one-sided Ravonna/Mobius / Lokius / jealous as hell Ravonna

Sylvie POV on meting Loki and watching his interaction with Mobius. - Sylvie ships lokius news at 10.

Mobius POV ep 5 AU the Loki variants find ‘Mobius and he gets their help to find his Loki who he thinks will show up in the void soon.

Loki POV finding Mobius in the void - or the one where Mobius gets a hug as soon as he finds Loki. The other Loki’s are bemused but decide that our Loki can keep Mobius.

Mobius is with the Loki variants And his Loki when President Loki comes to claim his throne.

Classic Loki Pre-cannon making the decision to reunite with Thor.

Loki time prison redux - the memory of Sif isn’t the only one they had to live through

Mobius interviews Sylvie in episode 4 (Feat. Jealous!Mobius)

Frigga is a TVA “employee” that Loki discovers when trying to give everyone their memories back. Headcanon Here and Here

Alternative Pruning Scene AU - set in Episode 4

Selective Editing - Mobius realizes that Loki doesn’t really understand what happened in the Time Theater that day.

Spiderman No Way Home:

Unintended Consequences - End of movie AU, everyone forgets Peter and he becomes a functional ghost. Headcanon Here. Octogobin as Peter's new friends/found family.

Static on the Line: In the same AU as Unintended Consequences (possibly). Peter comes face to face with another Peter Parker from another universe. She comes with a grave warning about a new threat to his universe, Kang the Conquerer and travels with Loki and a new man who calls himself Mobius. Can Peter find a way to get the information to a Doctor Strange who can't even see him standing right in front of him.

The Sorcerer's Apprentice:

Hovarth's Daughter AU: The reason that Horvarth betrayed Merlin was in an attempt to save his daughter who was trapped by Morgana. She told him that to save her he must get the "Rising" spell from Merlin's Encantus.

The Man From U.N.C.L.E.:

Lessons in Intelligence Gathering - Fusion with 'Ready of Not': Headcannon Here The one where Rule 63!Napoleon has survived far more than just spy shenanigans, and Mr. Le Bail is waiting in the dark for his time to shine. Napoleon/Ilya, + Team as family. Moodboard Here, Sort of Pre-Fic headcanons here. , Napoleon strapping Ilya's watch back on at the end of the movie. Napollya Moodboard, thoughts on how the team would react to learning what happened to Napoleon

Twilight:

Requiem for a family lost / Joys of a family rediscovered (working title): Bella has an older sister AU. The one where Bella's older sister is the reincarnated daughter of Didyme and he best friend is probably her reincarnated mother, WTF?!, Not Edward friendly, slight Bella bashing, but not really because she was just hella depressed in New Moon and really needs to go to therapy for her co-dependent relationship with Edward. Volturi coven as family, because I said so. OC!Reincarnated Didyme/Marcus, OC!Bella's Sister/Dimetri, Poss OC/Felix

Stranger Things:

Steve Saves Eddie from Jason pt 1 Here --- temp place holder (it's late and i'm tired. Part 2

Steddie Vampire AU: When they had initially become Vampires thanks to the demo bat bites Steve didn't know what to make of it. He had been terrified that this would be the thing that kept him from his kids... little did he know that this was the one thing he and Eddie could do to keep their makeshift family safe from fucking Vecna. Or... Eddie and Steve are bit by the Demo bats at the same time... this helps turn the tides in their fight against Vecna. Steve just needs to convince Nancy not to shoot the two of them first. Moodboard here

WillEl Wonder-twin AU: Or how Will and El save the Day and make the S4 ending actually good. HERE