#and seth i should draw seth too

[wingless-cupid]

The seepy eeper♡♡

[soulofapatrick]

Unbreakable Bond - Jasper Hale x female reader 

Summary: Someone reveals your relationship with Jasper to the Cullens

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: a little angsty I guess but mostly fluff

Y/N’s POV 

The Cullen household is bathed in a soft, warm light, casting a cozy ambiance over the living room. We’re all gathered here, the entire Cullen family, and our guests from the Denali Coven. I’m curled up on the couch, next to Seth Clearwater, our own unique mix of vampires and wolves living together in peace. Though I’m a vampire now, I’ll forever be grateful to the Cullens for making me part of their family. 

The Denali visitors also have a new member, Isla, who possesses a remarkable and unique ability - the power of relationship identification. If I were human my heart would be pounding and I’d be sweating buckets from anxiety as no-one knows about me and Jasper. I’ve been trying to mask my scent with Seth’s all evening and I know it’s been pissing Jasper off but he understands, knowing it might still be too soon to tell anyone our relationship. Alice left just over three months ago, wishing our relationship well and hugging us tightly before she slipped away. 

We’ve all been sitting together, enjoying the light conversations, when Isla suddenly goes silent, her brows furrowing as she looks around the room. Her eyes dart around the room, evaluating the various relationships within the house. I feel her gaze on me, and it sends a shiver down my spine. I hope she doesn’t discover our secret. 

As the night wears on, the tension within me mounts. Isla’s sharp gaze flits between me and the members of both our covens, and her curiosity seems to be growing. I can’t help but fidget on the couch next to Seth. He gives me a knowing look, his eyes filled with sympathy and understanding. We’ve been through a lot together, and he’s one of the few I’ve trusted with mine and Jasper’s secret. Seth’s hand settles on my knee, thumb rubbing soothingly and I can feel Jasper bristle from across the room where he’s sulking, leaning against the wall. 

Finally, a calming silence falls over the room, conversations slowing to a quietness that is only broken by the record playing in the background. Esme, Rosalie and Tanya are looking at Isla with curiosity and I’m shifting in my seat again, my legs still over Seth’s lap and his fingers drumming a comforting rhythm on my calves. 

Isla's penetrating gaze is unwavering, and I can sense her curiosity burning like a flame in her dark, enigmatic eyes. Her words break the silence, each syllable imbued with a contemplative and almost otherworldly quality. "There's a bond here," she speaks softly, her voice tinged with reverence, "A romantic bond that's stronger than anything I've ever sensed before." Her statement lingers in the air, and I can almost hear the collective intake of breath as everyone's eyes dart around the room, desperately searching for clues.

My heart should be pounding in my chest as her gaze momentary flits to Jasper, who shifts his position from where he leans against the wall. I can feel the weight of the room’s expectations, the unspoken questions about who this powerful romantic bond might involve. My eyes dart from Jasper to Seth again, the latter trying to provide me with comfort without drawing unnecessary attention. 

Then, an electrifying moment unfolds. Isla’s voice, trembling with excitement, pierces the stillness as she cries out, “It’s you!” The words seem to hand in the air, leaving everyone shocked and bewildered. After all, everyone knows Jasper’s mate - Alice - left him months ago, a revelation that had sent ripples of sadness through the family and making me feel even guiltier than ever before. 

But Isla seems to pay no heed to the apparent facts, as her eyes dart frantically around the room, unwilling to let go of her conviction. Then, with sudden clarity, her intense scrutiny lands on me and Seth, the two of us glancing at each other and I’m swallowing hard, somewhat panicked as Isla whispers somewhat uncertainly, “You?”

Her words feel like an electric shock, coursing through the room. I feel like the ground beneath me has crumbled, and the eyes of the Cullen family, the Denali visitors, and Seth all turn towards me, their expressions ranging from shock to confusion. I can't bear the weight of their scrutiny, the disbelief in their eyes. 

In that overwhelming moment, I’m gripped by an uncontrollable surge of emotions. I jump up from the couch and, without a second thought, flee from the room. My footsteps are swift and soundless as I rush outside to the porch, needing the cool night air to soothe myself. 

Out on the porch, I grip the railing tightly, my body trembling with emotions. My chest aches, but no tears come; vampires can’t cry. It’s a though my body is trying to release something that’s forever been denied to me. The weight of the revelation, the fear of judgement and the sudden exposure of my hidden relationship with Jasper has left me in a state of turmoil. I close my eyes, trying to steady my racing thoughts and find solace in the tranquility of the night. 

With my eyes closed, I focus on the cool, night breeze, hoping its gentle touch will provide some relief. But its not the wind that soothes me. It’s the warmth and presences of someone wrapping their arms around my waist from behind. A familiar scent fills my senses, and I shudder as soft, cool lips press against my shoulder. 

Jasper. He’s here, holding me, his presence a comforting balm for my turmoil. His empathetic powers come into play, and a calm washes over me, as if he’s channeling his own serenity into my very being. In that moment, the world around me fades into obscurity, and it’s just the two of us, finding solace and strength in each other’s embraces. 

Slowly, he untangles himself from me, but his hands remain gentle as he turns me to face him. He cups my face in his cool, comforting hands, his golden eyes filled with love and understanding. He begins to speak softly, “You know how much I love you, right? And I want you to know that Alice left letters for everyone when she saw this day coming.” 

His words are a balm to my anxious heart, reaffirming the depth of his love and commitment to our relationship. I can’t help but smile though my lingering uncertainty, touched by his unwavering affection. But before I can fully process the weight of his words, he moves closer to me, my hips pressing against the porch railings, and his strong, sturdy body now surrounds me. The space between us vanishes, and the electrifying tension in the air seems to grow hotter. 

Jasper’s lips find mine with an urgency I haven’t felt since the first time we kissed when he opened his emotions to me. Neither of us realising the first time that his emotional manipulation powers can go both ways like Bella’s where he can let me feel how he’s feeling. It’s almost euphoric, being able to know exactly how he feels with no barriers. 

The kiss is a heady fusion of sensations. His lips are velvety and cool against mine, an exquisite contrast to the heat that radiates between us. I can taste a hint of his unique, familiar flavour, an  alluring combination of the forest after a summer rain, the subtle sweetness of his breath, and the enticing essence of Jasper himself. 

His emotions are a revelation, an unfiltered connection to the depth of his desire and longing. I feel the surge of his love, a powerful current that engulfs me, overwhelming but incredibly tender. There’s a are, unbridled passion in his kiss, a manifestation of the profound emotions he feels for me. It’s almost euphoric, this unadulterated exchange of feelings, being able to know exactly how he feels with no barriers, just the pure, unfiltered connection of our love. 

The kiss itself is a passionate dance, an exploration of each other’s souls through the meeting of our lips. It’s an affirmation of the love that binds us, acknowledging the intensity of our connection and a promise of the forever we’ll share together. 

“Come back inside with me," Jasper murmurs against my lips, breaking the kiss but not the closeness between us. His words are filled with warmth and reassurance, and I can feel the sincerity in his embrace.

"They hate me," I confess, my voice a soft whisper as I rest my forehead on his shoulder.

Jasper gently lifts my chin, his golden eyes meeting mine with unwavering love. "No one hates you," he says, his voice tender and filled with conviction. "They may have been surprised, but we'll face this together. You'll see, they'll understand.”

He places a sweet, lingering kiss on my forehead before entwining his fingers with mine and gently coaxing me back inside. His presence is a source of strength, and with him by my side, I find the courage to face whatever challenges lie ahead

                           ┈ ✁✃✁✃✁✃✁✃✁ ┈

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[sethsclearwater]

poly paul and seth

they’re all riled up at emily’s house so disappear to the bathroom for a quickie but it’s quite intense so reader falls into the subspace and the boys dont notice until they’ve left the bathroom

"you all good pretty girl?" seth asked as he helped you off the counter of emily's bathroom, sliding his hands over your hips as he waited for you to respond.

you hummed and nodded, smiling up at seth before your gaze drifted over to your other imprinter who was stepping over to open the bathroom door so the three of you could head back out to the living room with the rest of the pack.

"you got it," paul reassured, a teasing smile tugging at his lips as he refrained his laughter over how flustered you looked after getting fucked senseless by the two boys just a few minutes prior.

you beamed at the praise, allowing seth to guide you out of the bathroom and into the living room where the rest of the pack was in fits of laughter over the wrestling match currently happening on the floor between embry and quil.

seth was quick to guide you out of the line of destruction the two boys were creating, helping you over to one of the open couches so the three of you could sit down and chill out for a little bit. as you sat down on the couch, seth went to go grab you a blanket but you were almost immediately tightening your hand on his and looking up at him pleadingly, anxious he wasn't going to come back.

seth paused when he saw the way you were looking at him and your other imprinter seemed to pick up on it as well, both boys turning their attention to you. "hey pretty girl," seth cooed, coming to sit back down next to you on the couch, cupping your face with his free hand.

you let out a soft sigh at the touch, immediately leaning into his hand, "you feelin' okay?" he asked softly, both boys watching as you thought about it for half a second before humming and nodding.

seth let out a sigh, looking over at paul who groaned when they realized you had definitely managed to slip into the subspace while they were fucking you not even 5 minutes prior, "you didn't do anything with her today, right?" seth asked, gently rubbing his thumb against your jaw as he waited for paul to respond.

paul shook his head, "not since last night," he reassured before turning his attention back to you, "princess do you wanna lay with me for a little bit?" he asked, voice softening as he spoke to you. both boys watched you wearily, not exactly sure how to bring you back with all the ruckus currently happening around you.

as if on queue, quil slammed into the couch you were sitting on, nearly knocking it backwards from how hard embry must've thrown him a few moments prior. you barely noticed seeing as paul had pulled you into his lap before you could get too rattled from the jolt.

"what the fuck is wrong with you two?" paul asked, glaring at quil who was now laying on the floor and letting out a loud groan as he gathered his bearings. quil only briefly apologized before he was getting back up and throwing himself on top of jacob who currently had embry in a rather strong looking headlock.

"y/n can you come into the kitchen for a minute? i need some help," emily called, drawing your's, paul's, and seth's attention to the doorway of the kitchen where emily was smiling at you.

you hummed and nodded, moving to get up but paul's grip remained firm on your waist, "you should stay here for a minute princess," paul suggested, leaning down to press his lips to your forehead. his voice managed to remain awfully calm despite how freaked out both him and seth were by the prospect of having to manage you in the subspace with everyone else around.

"i got it!" you reassured, smiling up at paul and pressing a playful kiss to his lips before you were squirming out of his grasp and skipping into the kitchen to meet emily.

"hey princess," emily teased when she saw you come into the kitchen, paul and seth following closely behind you as you got yourself up on the counter to sit.

seth's hands were on your hips in a moment, helping you get situated on the counter while paul went to go get you some water from the fridge, "everything okay?" emily asked softly, turning her attention to seth when she also realized just how blown out your pupils were from the subspace and how your hair was pulled into a rather messy ponytail - definitely not how you had originally looked when you first arrived at emily's a few hours earlier.

seth sighed and paul rolled his eyes with a groan as he handed you a water bottle, helping you hold it while you took a few sips, "is she..." emily started, voice trailing off as she looked from you to both boys, already knowing all too well how easily you could be pushed into the subspace seeing as this regularly happened with her as well.

seth sucked in a breath before nodding, his gaze softening as he looked over to emily, "it was an accident," he explained, "you wouldn't happen to have any ideas on how to help would you?" he asked, both him and emily letting out breathy laughs at seth's question.

before either boy could get too flustered over the situation, emily was nodding, "i've got some tea that she can have," she reassured, "why don't you sit at the table with her and i'll go make some?" she suggested, smiling when both boys let out relieved exhales.

"you're the best," seth smiled, pulling her into a tight hug which had emily laughing before he was releasing her so him and paul could help you over to the kitchen table and work on bringing you back.

[prim-and-rotten]

`✦ˑ ִֶ 𓂃 girls night

pairing: (fem)yandere!bestfriend x reader

summary: during a relaxing sleepover with your best friend, you try to cancel the next in favor of a new guy.

a/n: not sure I like how I ended it but ill post it anyway. a tame one for my first

warnings: implied stalking and murder at the end

delicate fingers draw random shapes around your back. jasmine is humming softly to her playlist in the background, a private one, tailor made to suit both of your tastes. it's melodies are blurred and distant, dulled by the heavy blanket of exhaustion enveloping you.

your nights spent together always come to a close like this. Next to two emptied wine glasses sitting at her bedside table, you're now both laying on the softness of her queen sized bed. skincare done, another matching set of glossy polish sticking to your nails, dressed in warm matching pjs she bought a few days prior for the occasion, and hair put up in another heatless overnight curl hack you found online.

"are you falling asleep already?" you can hear the cheeky grin in her voice. the sun is down and the lights are dim, the clock at her bedside table reading 23:36. "It's friday, sleepyhead... i was hoping we'd stay up a little longer." with a quiet snicker, her hand is now resting flat against your back, and it takes a stupid amount of strength in you to not whine and ask her to keep going. really, how could she blame you? she always goes out of her way to make you as comfortable as possible and then acts confused when your eyelids start feeling heavy.

"what else did you have planned for tonight?" you stay still, knowing that if you get her talking and focused on something else she'll go back to aimlessly drawing shapes into your back. and she does. "i was thinking we should watch another scary movie." a sigh escapes you. "you always pick the worst, it's gonna keep me up all night." she snickers again, a bit louder this time now that she knows you're not asleep. "oh no, you'll have to spend more time with me. how terrible!". her hand is on your arm now. "come on, you know that's not what i meant."

a silent beat passes, and her comforting touch almost lulls you back to sleep. almost.

"fine. then before you sleep, let's pick out a recipe for sunday's dinner. you should come over earlier so we can make it together, it'll be fun. i'm getting tired of takeout." she's playing with your hand now, admiring her work and already thinking of what color she should paint your nails next once they start chipping.

sunday. you have your sleepovers on fridays and sundays. sometimes when your schedule allows it, you have them on saturdays too. it's something you've been doing together since high school, and while your schedule now is a little more busy due to school and your part time jobs, you still try to stay consistent with your established routine. you have to pick up your coworkers shift tomorrow, so the next one should be on sunday. wait... you changed plans for sunday. right, your date. you never told her about that. shit.

"actually, i can't do sunday.." she pauses. "why? I thought you're free," the dissatisfaction is clear in her tone. you already know how she's going to react once you tell her, but you can't come up with a lie on the spot. so with no choice left, you finally turn to her and hesitantly begin to explain.

"do you remember seth from last week?" her eyebrows furrow. you met seth after she regrettably left you unattended for a quick trip to the bathroom at the frat party you dragged her to last week, one she really, really did not want to go to. if there's one thing jas hates, it's sweaty frat boys making moves on her and worst of all you. she couldn't care less about making new girl friends either because she already has you, and in her eyes you're all she really needs.

"no." that's a lie. yes she remembers, unfortunately so. when she saw you two tucked away at a corner a little too close for comfort, she almost gagged. she walked, no, practically ran to you to drag you away from his filthy hands. what could he possibly have said to you to put that smile on your face? it's not the kind you give to her, it's cute and shy and your cheeks are red and she can't tell if it's the alcohol in your system or him who made them bloom into that pretty color. seth, whose name honestly rolls off her tongue like shit. seth, the greasy frat boy with the ugly mug. the one you're somehow actually interested in. great.

"you don't? i don't remember you drinking that much." your voice is quieter, like you're trying to tread lightly. because of course you are, she's doing a pretty terrible job at hiding her disgust, and at this realization she tries to tone it down for your sake. "yeah I don't, remind me." so you do. just in case you drop some details about the conversation you had at the party, so she doesn't have to ask outright for all the details and out herself for being obsessive. but you don't add anything new about the party, instead, you tell her you had been texting for just a few days now. he has your number. yuck.

"you've been texting and you didn't tell me?" she can feel the tension in the room now, the same room that was previously occupied by nothing but warmth and comfort. she's trying to backtrack now, putting away the face of slight disgust she had put up and replacing it with a smile of disbelief at an attempt at making you feel less guilty. she knows why you wouldn't tell her right away, this isn't the first time she's reacted to this kind of thing negatively. this is not a habit she wants you to form, so she needs to do some damage control. to make you feel comfortable with talking about your love life again. how is she supposed to protect you from these greaseballs if she doesn't know you're speaking to them in the first place?

so she brings back the playfulness that was there before. she's playing with your hand again to put you at ease, so that you hopefully start rambling about him, and luckily you do.

he approached you at the party and you found him funny so you exchanged numbers. you've been texting back and forth for the past 4 days. you think he's cute and charming. he asked you out 2 days ago, and your schedules only allowed for the date to happen on sunday. you're really looking forward to it. how unfortunate.

"isn't it a bit early? i don't really trust him." you let out a chuckle at that, "i could count the amount of people you trust in one hand." touché. "i'm just looking out for you." you sigh. "i know, but you don't have to. i can handle it." she raises an eyebrow at that, and you know exactly what she's about to say. "don't forget who was left picking up the pieces every time you got stood up. I don't mean to be a dick by bringing it up but i'm the one who's left having to take care of you, and i hate seeing you cry over the same breed of asshole over and over again." there's another beat of silence.

shes right of course, so you can't really come up with another rebuttal. "you know where to go if something happens," and you do. every last date you've gone to ended with you spending the night at her place, the one place you feel comfortable going to for anything, with puffy eyes, a box of tissues and a big headache. the conversation ends here.

it's silent again, and all you can hear is the music playing and the air conditioner whirring. it doesn't take long for you to fall asleep, you've turned to your side and jasmine continues to play with your back until she hears the telltale sign of light snoring. she can't join you just yet, not until she's done with her research.

not until she knows his schedule and has a plan laid out. the guilt of being the sole reason you keep getting stood up does eat at her at times like these, because she knows it makes you insecure. what else are you supposed to think? but it's okay, because at the end of the day it's always her you come back to, and she's pretty damn good at bringing your confidence back up if she does say so herself. it's her you seek out for comfort, and if she can't have you for herself, she'll do anything to keep it that way.

[loveswrites]

ok so how about cullen poly during the fight scene in the fourth movie orrrr cullen poly with how spending a day with them would be like

Tomorrow Poly Cullens x reader

Summary: Basically what the lovely anon asked for but I didn’t listen what so ever so I might make a part two if you guys want.

Etc: And if you loves want a part two let me know and drop some ideas for what they could do in their two hours aloneee. Also thank you my loves for all of the notes it encourages me to write more things for you guys and not just myself lol <3

Word count: 1694

Time it took: 1 hour and 40 minutes

“How could you be like a thousand years old and still so stupid!” You huffed holding your head in your hand. You and the Cullens had been fighting lately. You don’t know why.. Well maybe you have something to do with it.

“How am I stupid? I really can’t hangout with you today my darling. We need to hunt. Especially Jasper, with you being around a lot more his hunger levels tend to double.” Carlisle said. You could just picture him looking at you in sympathy. 

You had called him because apparently all of your lovers are just too busy to hang out with you. You thought Carlisle would be free seeing as he was off today but I guess that wasn’t the case. He was off to go hunting with the rest of the family. Jasper had to leave earlier than the rest. So Alice, Emmett and Esme went with him. You thought Edward would be free since he didn’t go with him but he was in one of his petty moods ever since you went to hang out with Seth and Jacob with Bella. You told him he had nothing to worry about but he insisted that he did. Him and his stupid stupid mind reading. Which led to a fight with him so he was on the bottom of the roster right now.

Then there was Rosalie which was just a hard no for you. You didn’t want to hang out with her right now. Why you may ask? She threw away your pasta three days ago because she said it stunk. Who is she to throw away your pasta? You don’t walk around here popping her blood bags because you don’t like the way it looks to you. Maybe you should. I thought about it for a while and eventually said it out loud, Which was another fight with her that you could just add to the list.

So that left Carlisle who was perfect. Just perfect. He had picked you up from school just earlier today because you told him that you needed a ride. Since everyone else was busy he came and got you. Which he usually doesn’t do because it draws attention. But by now everyone was used to you being with and around the Cullens. Though they don’t know that you date them all. They only know that you date Jasper and Edward which they already thought was weird as hell. But you never cared. You're in love with two vampires that are the downfall to all of the human race. And you think that the world can know that. Know just enough without blowing the cover of it all.

“My love, I know that you are disappointed and upset with us but sadly there is nothing that I can offer for a solution.” Carlisle said after hearing your long aspirated sigh. 

“It’s like you guys are avoiding me. I don’t feel loved at all. I want some love without an argument following through not even two minutes in.” You said, Stripping yourself of your clothes preparing to take a shower since you had nothing better to do. 

“We are not avoiding you-” Carlisle paused and you could hear voices in the background. Listening closely you could hear that it was Esme.

“Is that-”

“I’m sorry but I have to go, the hospital is calling.” He rushed out and before you could even say a word the line was clear. 

Pulling your phone away from your ear you could do nothing but stare at it in disbelief. He hung up on you. And not only that but you were completely sure that that was Esme's voice in the background. No one else around her sounds like her. And you know damn well the hospital did not call him. He was lying. Esme was lying. They’re all lying. 

You couldn’t feel anything but disbelief. 

You knew they lied to just about everyone but that was to protect their family. Not everyone in the town could know that they drink animal blood and sparkle in the sun like a fucking case of glitter. But you knew those things already. You’ve seen those things already. So there would be no reason to hide anything from you. At all. 

Finding a new sense of adventure sparling through your veins you put your clothes back on now determined to find some answers. 

Running down the stairs with your bookbag you almost bumped into Charlie. “Woah there kiddo, What's the rush?!” He yelled out to you as you ran past him.

“I’ll be back later, don't worry I just need to see something really quick!” You yelled back getting into your car Carlisle got you for your last birthday. You had told him that was a big mistake. Even though He bought you a car you always felt guilty using it because you didn’t want it to look like you were using him. So you’d always catch a ride with one of them or go with bella. But right now you didn’t care about any of that. 

Pulling up to the Cullens residents It looked deserted. But then again when did it not? Parking your car you walked up to the door which was already being opened by Alice. Once you saw her you immediately frowned. She was supposed to be with Jasper just like Esme was. 

“What are you-”

“You need to go home.” Alice said firmly with her head held high light always.

“What? I don’t understand, why are you here?” You grow your eyebrows in confusion.

“Cleaning. Now go.” She said pointing back to your car.

“Do you see me walking away from this house anytime soon Alice?” You said standing your ground. She wasn’t just about to go and rush you away when you had only just gotten here. Seeing her face you knew the answer. 

You pushed her out of the way gently but made it known that you were going to back down and bow like a little puppy. 

As you walked closer to the heart of the house you heard mumbling and hushed whispers. Finally reaching your destination your eyes widened a little with what you saw. And your heart skipped a couple of beats.

Standing in front of you there was a sign on the wall that read. "We're so sorry’ And the loves of your life were each holding a sign that read ‘I love you because…’

“I know we lied to you but we had too. It was the only way for us to be able to put something together to try and show you the love that we have for you. You came sooner than expected.” Jasper said, looking a little ashamed. Him and his southern accent would always make you smile. Sometimes you wondered if it was just him. Or him using his powers on you. But either way you didn’t care it made you happy.

“Once Alice saw you coming we had to throw something together really fast. We were still brainstorming ideas Roslise didn’t like anything we suggested.” Edward said, shooting Rose a pointed look making you let out a small laugh. That was more like a sigh of relief. 

“It wasn’t enough, all their Ideas sucked. You deserve nothing but the best and I think I'm the only one in this room that understands that.” Rose said in her know it all tone that you loved so much.

“When you said over the phone early that you didn’t feel loved anymore that broke a piece of my heart. I- We never want you to feel that way. We want you to feel like the most loved person in this world. Because you are my love. We would die for you.” Carlisle said taking a step closer to you.

“I’d live for you.” Edward said, taking a step closer to you.

“Fight for you.” Jasper and Emmett said at the same time. Also taking a step closer to you.

“Smile for you.” Rose said, taking her step.

“Care for you.” Esme said taking a step as well.

“We couldn’t imagine a life without you and we're going to prove it to you. Starting today.” Esme said.

“Well more like tomorrow.” Rose said Shrugging her shoulders when everyone looked at her with a look as if to tell her to shut up.

“Rose is right, the full day starts tomorrow but doesn’t mean we can’t start tonight. You’ll have at least 2 hours with each of us until it’s time for us all to gather together. Since tomorrow is saturday.” Carlisle said kissing the top of your forehead, making you smile. Realizing you hadn’t said a word in a while you decided to throw something out there.

“Really?” You whispered but you know they heard you. Perks of being a vampire.

“Yes.” They all said collectively. 

This made you so over filled with joy squealing you kissed all of your lovers with a big wide smile on your face. They of course kissed you back like they always do. Biting your bottom lip in anticipation you looked up at all of them in expectation. Making them all break out with a soft smile. In admiration. 

“So what’s first?” You said basically bouncing up and down in excitement.

“I mean we could take you up to the bedroom right now and start the fun immediately.” Emmett smirked looking you up and down with suggestive eyes. 

“Emmett!” You all said collectively.

“What? What did I say wrong? Don’t tell me you all haven't been thinking the same thing.” 

Tomorrow just couldn’t get here fast enough.

[darling-renyuu]

SEVEN; the bittersweet trio

content: bittersweet trio being cute, some cussing, "what if they first met each other once as kids but they didn't exactly remember" kinda hc special thanks to @lunasdemise for beta reading!!!

Sweet tea in the summer Cross your heart, won't tell no other And though I can't recall your face I still got love for you

“Where should I put this, sugar?”

They turned to see Seth hauling a box over his shoulder, a messy “FRAGILE” scrawled across the side. Sugarboo smiles, and raises a flour-spattered hand over to the couch, pointing.

“Just over there, Seth. Thank you so much!”

The brunet obliges, just as Alphonse gets in and closes the door. He beams at Boo, peeking around their shoulder at the cookie dough they were mixing. “Sweet! Thanks for the cookies, babe.”

He doesn’t make a move to leave, though, expectantly beaming at the baker. They raise a brow and hand the frosting-covered spoon to him, chuckling. “All yours, Al.”

Alphonse gratefully shoves the spoon into his mouth, without forgetting to peck a swift kiss to his babe’s cheek before Seth comes up to the kitchen.

Sugar hands him some water, which he also gratefully receives. As he sips, the condensation runs down the bottle to his chin. Sugar quickly dabs at the drip, grinning as Seth looks at them dumbfounded.

“Did I have something on my chin?” He asks, narrowing his eyes at Alphonse’s… appreciative look. “What now, bubblegum?”

The aforementioned bubblegum prince simply waves a hand and licks the last of the frosting off.

Seth snorts as Alphonse turns away to wash the rapidly accumulating dishes in the sink. He busies himself looking over at the cookies Sugarboo’s laying on the tray. “What’ya makin’ sugar?”

They raise their head, gesturing to the little blobs of divine, saccharine goodness.

“I’ve made a dozen! The half’s got cinnamon, and the other half’s plain butter cookies,”they say, giving a glance to each of the two, “Wanna help me decorate ‘em later before they get devoured?”

The two voice their agreement, and Sugarboo goes on to place the cookies into the oven. They huff, bumping Alphonse hip with theirs as they make him scoot a little to the side to they can wash their hands.

Wiping their hands on a nearby cloth, they look at the box and back at Seth. They grin. “Wanna do a little unboxing?”

“Sure, sugar,” he says, following them to crash on the couch.

Cradling the box in their lap, they shift around to sit cross-legged on the plush couch. They rip off the tape, unfolding the flaps like it was some sort of blooming cardboard flower. Sugar immediately snorts at the contents.

“Oh shit, this is from years ago! Gosh, my old journals… my recipe books… and huh?” Their awed voice tapers off to a mumble, “My camera, too. Haven’t seen this in a while.”

Seth squints at it, pursing his lips. “I think we got some batteries- hold on,” he quickly gets up from the couch to pull a drawer open, “Here ya go.”

They give him a smiley “Thanks!” before flicking the compartment open and replacing the older batteries. Alphonse comes just in time to sidle up beside Sugarboo. Seth settles into their other side.

The camera flickers to life, and the two men curiously lean in. “Damn. How old is this thing, Boo?”

“…It’s almost as old as I am.” They whisper, trying to remember where the gallery button was. With a click, it opens the very last picture taken on it. It was a picture of them before they moved into town, in their childhood home surrounded by an army of cardboard boxes.

Sugarboo cringes. “Ugh. Hate the haircut.”

That draws a chuckle out of Seth, and a teasing grin out of Alphonse. “I mean, it could be worse, Boo.”

Sugarboo quickly presses the “next” button, and the oldest photo props up. Their eyes soften as soon as it appears.

Sugarboo, in all their toddler glory, looking shy and unsure as they face the camera.

“Aw,” Alphonse starts, “How old were you in this?”

They shrug. “Like… maybe six? I remember getting the camera when I first started school.”

They flick through the photos, until they land on a specific photo that catches Seth’s eye. “Wait, sugar. This road looks familiar t’me.”

The photo was a slightly blurry shot of the sidewalk, along with some equally blurry blobs of what look like stores. It’s obvious that it was taken by a kid who was running. Or speed walking.

“Oh yeah. The next pictures are from a family trip. Though I can’t exactly remember the name of the place, I never forgot the vibes. It almost feels like here, in this town.” They explain, Alphonse unusually quiet and staring at the photo.

The next photo makes Alphonse’s brows furrow. “Wait, I know that playground. All rusted now, but Seth and I used to play there when we was just little brats…”

Sugarboo flicks to the next, and it makes the trio’s eyes collectively widen.

“Holy shit.” Alphonse helpfully supplies.

It’s a candid photo, of little Sugarboo playing tic-tac-toe with two children. One’s got fluffy black hair with bright blue eyes, and the other’s got his tongue out in concentration as he traces an x into the sand. He’s got very familiar brown hair and eyes.

Seth blinks at the photo. “Holy shit indeed.”

With every consecutive photo, Sugarboo’s mental jaw drops closer to the ninth circle of the inferno.

The swing creaks ominously, and they glance up to make sure they won’t fall. Their face scrunches up as they squint against the afternoon sun.

Summer vacation won’t last long, but they don’t exactly have anyone else but their family to spend it with. There aren’t exactly kids their age here…

Footsteps crunch against the sand, and they whip their head to the sound. It’s two boys, chatting up a storm as they skip towards the playground.

They’re almost tempted to flee, until they catch his blue-eyed gaze. He points to them, saying something to his friend.

The child grips the swing, cautiously looking at the pair in silence. They walk up to them, and the black-haired kid grins, waving.

“Hey. You new here?” At their nod, his smile gets brighter. “Nice! You here to stay, or…?”

“For a trip. Visiting my relatives.” They reply meekly. Alphonse nods, holding out a hand.

“Well, welcome! I’m Alphonse. What’s yours?” He bumps his friend with his hip, who bumps him back. He shyly gives them a wave.

Now that they’re looking at him, they notice how both his brown eyes and hair catch in the sunlight. Dinosaur bandaids are plastered onto his knee and cheek.

“…I’m Seth. Welcome to town.”

They say their own name, and shake Alphonse’s offered hand.

“So uh,” Alphonse starts, “What do you guys feel like doin’?”

After an intense game of tic-tac-toe and a round of sweet iced tea, the trio climb up to where Alphonse and Seth have claimed their spot.

They chat about a lot of things; what food you like, what you don’t, if you believe in dinosaurs, and what your favorite color is.

The summer sunlight flits through the trees, casting light on the trio laughing and clutching their middles.

Soon, a woman calls their name, and asks if the three of them could take a little commemorative picture before the little one has to go home. The pair happily oblige, and they stand on either side of them, each of the children with their own little pose and smile.

The shutter clicks and they smile.

The picture stays on the screen, like a little mirror to the present; except instead of cute little smiles and peace signs, the present image is a flabbergasted trio. Significantly older too.

They take the time to stare at each other in bewilderment, before Sugarboo breaks out in a laugh.

“Oh my goodness, how could I’ve forgotten that?” They snort, shaking.

Seth chuckles. “So that’s why you were so familiar.”

“This is some real destiny type stuff here! Shit, how could I, nah… how could we have forgotten you?” He laughs breathlessly, but a mischievous smile grows on his face, “…Maybe ‘cause of the haircut?”

Sugarboo lays an affronted hand on their chest, clutching their invisible pearls. “Excuse me?”

“Woah, low blow for someone cosplaying a laffy taffy.” Seth chirps, earning another laugh from his mini-audience.

“I look damn good, and you know it, Seth.”

“Yeah, sure.”

The oven dings, announcing the upcoming arrival of their cookies. But before anyone gets up, Sugarboo takes both their hands.

“I…I’m glad I met you guys. Just, better late than never, right?” They smile at their boys, receiving two fond smiles back.

“Glad I met you too, Boo.” Alphonse squeezes their hand. He glances at the brunet who smiles wistfully.

“…Seth, you gettin’ teary-eyed again?”

“Oh shut up, you sap. Let me help you get the cookies, sugar.” Seth gets up, giving Sugar a slight tug to their feet.

They in turn tug Alphonse up, and they somehow walk hand in hand to the kitchen.

A single red thread hangs from all their pinkies.

Your braids like a pattern Love you to the moon and to Saturn Passed down like folk songs The love lasts so long

do not repost; writing of @/darling-renyuu

[sirrockem]

TADC RACEWAY AU - SETH ART DUMP

Raceway AU and Seth belong to @thescarletnargacuga / @theamazingdigitalraceway

MUSIC USED: Ricochet - Guilty Gear XX #Reload (Korean version)

MORE RENDERS UNDER THE CUT! CONTENT WARNING: Smoking

BONUS: Model turnaround and expression test:

Aaaaaand here it is! This took a lot longer to make than I would like to admit, but I think I'm at a point where I can consider this finished.

A massive shout out goes to Scarlet, the creator of this character and AU! Consider this a gift, for being such an awesome writer and person!

…Okay, I'm gonna go on a ramble now. You don't have to read it if you don't want to. I just have a few things I'd like to say:

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So, I'm not a professional artist by any means, but you probably noticed that already. Actually, this is my first time making any kind of art in a very long time, but after getting into the TADC fandom and discovering such an amazing array of artists and writers, I felt compelled to give a little something back. Prove that I could create, not only consume, I guess.

There's a part of me that's pretty scared to post this. This fandom is full of creators with incredible, well-developed artistic skill… and then there's me, stumbling in with this polygonal mess. It's intimidating, y'know? I feel like a kid showing off his crayon drawings to his parents. I know it's ultimately pointless to compare myself to people with actual years of experience under their belts, but my brain still goes there regardless.

Well, it's not like too many people are gonna see this anyway, right? I'm just glad I was even able to finish this. That's not something I get to say very often. There were so many times where my brain was telling me that this was too hard, and that I should just give up. For once, I decided to say "No", and pushed on through anyway, despite my limited artistic abilities.

Oh, and Scarlet, if you're reading this… thank you so very much. Seriously, your work has given me so much joy and inspiration, and you're a really cool person to boot. I couldn't have done this if it wasn't for you!

Sorry if I'm being overly sappy, I just wanted to express my gratitude to you, and this whole community. I'm happy that I chose to be a part of it, even if it's just in a small way.

Alright, I think I've talked for long enough. I'm gonna shut up now.

[theamazingdigitalraceway]

How would the gang respond if Y/N had an eating disorder? Like eating little to nothing for days at a time, suddenly eating a whole lot, then vomiting it all up?

Is this okay to ask?

A/N: this is fine! No worries! I hope you're doing all right 🫶

WARNING: In character reactions may be negative and/or triggering

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CAINE: He's very confused. Every human seems to have different eating habits, but y/n is the most inconsistent. He will ask very invasive and personal questions. Not out of malice, but ignorance. Be prepared for a very uncomfortable conversation.

POMNI: She minds her business. She doesn't have the best relationship with the digital food either. She barely eats. If y/n wants to talk, she's receptive, but she won't actively interfere.

RAGATHA: She'll gently encourage having a snack after each race, or share any food she's eating. When y/n goes into manic eating mode, she's not sure how to make them stop, but she'll hold their hair when they need to throw up.

JAX: He makes bets with himself how long y/n will go without eating before they pig out again. Since eating in this world is entirely a psychological need instead of a physical one, it could be weeks in between. He makes sure to stand clear of the splash zone when they eat themselves into vomiting.

GANGLE: She understands. She won't elaborate, but she understands. She'll casually share her candy or popcorn when she snacks while drawing. She won't be around when y/n goes manic. It's too much for her. She's sorry.

ZOOBLE: "Why do you do that to yourself?" Very blunt. Won't let Bubble make more than one plate of food when y/n is actually hungry.

KINGER: "Did you know, some insects eat more than their body weight in food a day? I wouldn't recommend trying to do that. You're not a bug." He gently pats their head.

GUMMIGOO: He doesn't understand the extremes. Just eat on a routine, maybe that'll help?

LOO: "Small meals, dear. Throwing up isn't fun." She eats with them, not letting them eat more than they should or encouraging them to have more than one bite when they can't find the will to eat.

SETH: He doesn't eat at all so his advice is to do the same. "You don't need food here. It's not real. It's one of Caine's attempts at keeping humans sane, but it seems to have the opposite effect on you."

ABEL: He avoids the topic all together. He misses food and can't partake. He doesn't care what y/n does.

[hockeyboysimagines]

I’ve loved you three

Summers

Chapter 3

Warnings: language, kissing, mild sexual content, some angst and mentions of manipulative/abusive relationships.

Hello friends! Happy this is starting to catch on a bit. @cellythefloshie s chapter should be up soon! When it’s posted I’ll link it here!

Thanks!! Enjoy and let me know what you think.

The grocery store was mostly empty at this early morning hour and Madison was thankful because she had Seth on the brain.

They’d parted ways last night with more kissing and she hadn’t seen him since then.

And she was kind of glad.

She hadn’t even begun to process what had happened the night before and was still not totally sure it wasn’t a dream. The situation with her and Seth could go one of two ways. It could either be a wonderful amazing adventure or she could run the risk of losing a lifelong friend. It really just came down whether it was worth the risk, which she already decided it was. But it wasn’t only up to her. She had no idea how he was feeling.

If she hadn’t been thinking about Seth, she would have been paying closer attention, but she didn’t even see him coming till it was too late.

“Madison?”

She turned and felt something that could only be described as dread start to settle in her stomach.

Darren was standing a few feet away, fake smile plastered on his face, the same one he wore the very first time she ever met him. She did not return it.

“Hey how are you?” He moved closer and she took a small step back. Annoyance flickered across his face.

“Fine.” She moved to walk away from him but when he followed and she turned to face him fully, arms crossed with a frown.

“Is uh-is Harper here?” He asked glancing over her shoulder.

She scoffed “No Darren. She’s not here, but I’m guessing you knew that already. Leave my sister alone.”

“How is she?”

“Did you hear what I just said? It’s none of your business. If you wanted to know that I guess you should have spent the last 6 years treating her better.” Madison’s brows were pulled low over her eyes which were blazing with anger. She wanted to punch him right in the throat and run him over with the cart.

“You don’t know anything!” He snapped loudly at her, drawing the attention of the few people nearby.

But Madison wasn’t having it and stood her ground.

“You might have been able to bully my sister but don’t think for one second you’re going to bully me.” Madison was glaring at him “Stay away from Harper. If you ever really loved her you’ll let her move on. Or if you want to tempt fate show up to the house. I dare you.” Madison smiled a little and for the first time Darren’s confidence faltered. He knew better.

“Can you tell her-“

“Fuck off.” She turned away from him, heart beating loudly in her chest. Darren didn’t scare her, but her sister potentially having to suffer for it did.

She didn’t want to tell Harper and upset her but it would also upset her if she didn’t and Harper found out later. She was glad she had elected to take the grocery store errand and that Harper didn’t or it would be a very different conversation they’d be having

Madison checked out, not even sure she'd gotten everything, and made her way home, noting Seth’s car absent from his driveway, but that Harper’s car was parked in theirs.

She made her way very slowly inside, dreading the conversation she was going to be forced to have with her, and found her at the island in the kitchen.

Harper glanced up with a big smile but it faded a little when she saw her face “You didn’t hit another car in the parking lot, did you?” she teased.

Maddie shook her head and cleared her throat “I ran into Darren while I was at the store, i was just grabbing-“ she sighed, it didn’t really matter what she was grabbing “Nevermind, when he approached me, he acted like he just happened to be there at the same time, which was fine, until he started looking around, waiting, as if you were just going to walk up to us right there in the store, and when you didn’t he got really….” Maddie trailed off “Angry. He started asking where you were, how he could contact you. If I could give you a message-“

Harper’s face was unreadable, and Maddie wasn’t sure if she was mad or sad or even maybe a little bit scared. It had upset Maddie that she’d seen him and he made a huge scene like that, but it would upset her more if this upset Harper.

Sighing, Harper ran her hand through her hair, and sat down with her sister at the island shoulders slouched “He knows where I am,” she sighed, “He’s just too scared to come here.”

They shared a smile and Maddie said, “Dad.”

“Exactly. I can be safe here-” Maddie frowned hoping that Harper wasn’t alluding to what she thought she was “Hey,” she took her sister’s arm, “He never hurt me. Not in the way you think. And he didn’t hurt you, right?”

“I would have cut his hand right off if he had touched me.” Harper laughed and hugged Maddie to her.

”You still going out with your friends?”

Maddie nodded. She had lunch planned with friends mostly as a distraction and to give her some extra thinking time before she saw Seth later on. She would be prepared by then.

“Good, you go get ready, I’ll put the groceries away. Before you go, my new number is on the fridge, and if you need me and I’m not in here, I’ll be by the pool.”

Madison stood and squeezed her hand “I’m really glad you left him Harper. He never deserved you.”

She made her way through the house and up the steps to her room to ready herself for lunch with friends.

**********

Seth was sitting on his bed with his arms crossed staring at the opposite wall. His house was completely silent, which was unusual under normal circumstances but now with Svech living there it was even more. He’d watched Madison leave early, and then leave again and had been sitting in silence since then thinking about her.

He’d done a lot of reflection over the last few hours, having not slept barely at all, and he’d come to the conclusion that he and Madison just made sense. The writing had been on the wall for years and he’d been so wrapped up in hockey that he hadn't been playing close enough attention. If he had it wouldn’t have taken him 21 summers to realize that there’d always been something there just under the surface. It couldn’t be undone now, and it almost made him laugh at how dumb he was. Things he’d forgotten about were starting to come back to him. Most of their close friends knew that their friendship was strictly a friendship. But there had been some questions about them and their relationship over the years.

“So what’s with you and Madison Alexander?”

Seth looked up and frowned at Meghan, a girl he’d been kind of hanging out with for the last week or so. She was picking at a manicured fingernail and glanced up.

“What do you mean?”

She shrugged and crossed her arms “Well you guys seem close and she’s the most popular girl in school.” She said it with some bitterness. Madison was in fact the most popular girl in school and for good reason. She was gorgeous, friendly and approachable, and Seth could tell Meghan was jealous. Madison’s popularity wasn’t anything new to him though and he never really thought about her the way others did. But Meghan was obviously insecure and he could sort of understand why.

She was popular but not Madison popular and the one times they’d crossed paths Meghan had been standoffish. Maddie seemed to not notice, but Seth did and it was starting to make sense now.

“And that’s got what to do with anything?”

Meghan shrugged “Just wondering.”

“Mads is my oldest friend. We basically grew up together.”

“And you like her?”

Seth paused and turned to her “No….? Not like that anyways-“

“Then why’d you blow me off for her last night?”

He hadn’t.

Well sort of. He was supposed to hang out with Meghan the night before but he’d spent the afternoon with Maddie and Harper next door. So when they’d insisted he come with them to get food, he had cancelled plans with Meghan and went with Maddie and Harper instead, unbeknownst to them.

He liked Meghan but she could be a lot, and hanging out with Maddie and Harper was so easy.

“I just-“

“I think your hanging out with me and hooking up with her or the other one behind my back.”

“Woah woah hang on.” He held up a hand “First of all, I’m not hooking up with Madison and if I was I wouldn’t be hanging out with you, and second of all, Harper is 23 and used to babysit us. What is your problem? Maddie’s been nothing but nice since you met her.”

“I don’t want you hanging out with her.”

Seth’s mouth fell open “Are you kidding? Your telling me who I can and can’t hang out with? We’ve been talking for like a week.”

“Okay well let me make it really easy for you then. If you wanna continue to talk, and you wanna date me, you can’t be friends with her.” She crossed her arms “Pick one.”

Serbs mouth fell open and he scoffed “Okay. Her.”

The smile slipped from her face and her mouth opened “Wh-what did you say?”

“Her.”

Meghan started yelling and pointing and calling him names, which he wasn’t surprised about, and next thing he knew he was making his way through his backyard and into Madison’s.

She smiled and waved “Hey you okay?”

He sat down on the chair next to her “Fine why?”

She raised an eyebrow and he sighed “You know that girl? Meghan that I was hanging out with?”

“Mhm.” She curled a leg underneath her and pushed a strand of hair from her forehead.

“She-I blew her off to hang out with you guys last night-“

“Seth why would-“

“And she told me that if I wanna date her I can’t be friends with you anymore.”

Maddie looked alarmed and her lips parted “Wow. That escalated uh-fast. So what did you say?”

He gave her a long look “You’ve been a great friend so it sucks that we have to stop being friends this way -“ but he couldn’t even get the words out before he started laughing.

A smile broke out across her face “You douche.”

“I’m kidding. I told her that I didn’t think it was gonna work. I’m not going to give up my friends.”

“I get it but still. That’s not fair of her to ask in my opinion and for her to think we’re hooking up is crazy.”

He chuckled and leaned back arms crossed “Not really. She thought I was hooking up with Harper too.”

“WHAT.”

A splash from next door interrupted his thoughts and he pushed himself up into a kneeling position on his bed. From his room he could see clear into both the Alexander’s back yard, Maddie’s room and part of the kitchen. It had made for one hell of a vantage point for years of hide and seek.

But what surprised him even more was that the splash from the pool was not only Harper, but Svech as well. A bold move he thought to himself with a smile and a chuckle.

Oh he was so getting in on this.

**********

It was late afternoon when Maddie returned home, now noting that all the cars, except her dads cruiser, were accounted for in both driveways, and that Seth and Andrei were both out front.

Fuck.

She hadn’t talked to him all day, assuming he too was deep in thought about what had happened the night before or he was avoiding her. She’d also been a little worried that maybe he hadn’t been thinking about her at all. Maybe it was just another kiss with another girl and things would go back to normal. Either way, she wasn't about to reach out first. She didn’t even know what to say to him.

By the time she got out of the car Andrei had all but disappeared and Seth was making his way over looking at her apprehensively and smiled “Hi.”

She felt her knees get weak and sucked in a breath “Hi.”

She shut her car door and made her way to the front meeting him in the middle. He looked nervous, and she reached forward grabbing his hand and motioned towards her house with a smile “Come on.”

Harper wasn’t in the lower half of the house, and was presumably unpacking in her basement apartment. Seth followed her up the stairs and into her bedroom, which he’d been in before but that was before he’d kissed her in the backyard.

She shut the door behind her and turned to him, brushing past him and sitting on her bed. She patted the space next to her motioning for him to sit. He felt nervous and sweaty and he had no clue what was going on with him. He never got nervous to talk to girls but kissing her last night had rattled him.

Maddie was different. But thinking back he realized she’d always been different to him.

He cleared his throat “So about last night. Should we talk about it?” His arm brushed hers and sent goosebumps across it and despite the warm weather she gave a little shiver.

Maddie looked at her legs dangling off the bed and smiled “Probably..” she had her hands resting on her knees and tentatively he reached out to hold one, resting it there a second before he spoke.

“You know I really care about you right?”

She nodded, her thumb sweeping across the skin of his hand “Yes.”

“And I would never jeopardize our friendship if I didn’t think that maybe we were more than that?…Are we more than that?”

“I think we could be. If you want that is.” She smiled at him, hair spilling over her shoulder as she turned her head to the side. If she hadn’t been holding his hand he would have thought this was a dream. She’d smiled at him more times than he could count, but never like this. It made his stomach churn, and his heart start to pound.

“More than you know. So does that mean I can kiss you again?”

She smiled and nodded, meeting him halfway fingers still intertwined with his. He kissed her very slowly and sweetly, the hand that wasn’t holding hers came up to slide up her neck and rest on her cheek.

It did not last.

Years of feelings and sexual tension began to bubble over like water on a stove. She gave him a little tug and they moved over the bed, her underneath him as he slotted himself between her legs and a hand tangled in her hair. She lost track of what she was doing and let out a breath when he ground his pelvis into hers.

“Is your dad home?” He murmured against her mouth, breath coming out in gasps.

“No.” She pulled the back of his shirt up, tugging it over his head and tossing it down on the floor. She unbuttoned the tank top she was wearing as he sprung the zipper on her shorts and pulled them down her legs, leaning forward to kiss her again as she pulled at the waistband of his shorts. Her heart was beating so loud it was drowning out the hearing in her ears but not enough that they didn’t hear the front door slam from downstairs startling them apart.

“Girls! You home?” Her dad called. She heard his footsteps start to come up the steps and Seth jumped off of her, looking around in a panic. She jumped up nearly falling over as she yanked her shorts up and threw on his shirt, shoving him inside her closet just as her dad knocked on the door. She took a deep breath and opened it.

“Oh hey dad-what uhm. What’s up?” She was breathing heavy and leaned against the door.

He was frowning at her “Are you okay?”

“Yeah why wouldn’t I be okay?” She chuckled a little.

He looked past her into her room and then down at her clothes “Who’s shirt is that?”

“Oh it’s-mine, it’s mine. I found it in my closet.” She was a terrible liar and she could see her dad didn’t believe a word she said.

He nodded slowly eyebrows raised “Right. Is your sister home?”

“I think she’s in the basement.”

“Okay are you staying in for the rest of the day?”

She glanced at the closet “Mhm.”

“Great. I’m going to go talk to Harper and then get some sleep.”

“Okay sounds good. Get some rest big guy, you deserve it. Love you.” She called leaning out the doorway with a big smile.

He chuckled “Love you too Mads.”

She closed the door casually and locked it, letting out the breath she’d been holding and creeping across the floor to open the closet. Seth was crying with laughter inside the closet, hand over his mouth as he leaned on the wall and whispered “He definitely knew I was in here. He’s gonna kill me I-“

“He’s definitely going to kill you if he hears you in here now shh!” Madison shushed him with a giggle and made her way across the room to close her curtains, and flipped her tv on, leaving them in partial darkness. She pulled Seth’s shirt over her head and handed it to him, reaching for her own shirt on the end of the bed.

He sat on her bed and shrugged it back on “This looks better on you.” He watched her with admiration as she pulled the tank top back on over her shoulders and buttoned it, pushing her hair over her shoulder.

She smiled at him and turned the volume on the tv up enough that they could talk undetected and seated herself next to him, getting as close as she possibly could. Though this was the first time she’d ever laid next to him in bed in a romantic way, it felt so natural. Like they’d been doing this since forever, almost as if it was meant to be. He ran a hand up her arm to her shoulder, turning slightly so he could lean down to kiss her again, but she pulled away, instead running her lips over his jaw, tongue sliding across his neck.

She could feel him squirming around and smiled a little.

“Stop.” He pulled her mouth off his neck, holding her face in his hands.

“Stop what?”

“You know what. If you keep doing that I’m gonna start yelling. And then you know what’ll happen.”

“My dad finding you in my room half dressed? He’d probably shoot you.”

“Your dad loves me.” he ran a hand up the side of her neck.

“Not that much.” She sucked in a breath as he leaned down to kiss her again, hand brushing up under her shirt. As his fingers moved across her waist, goosebumps bloomed across her skin and she gave a shiver. She wanted to so bad, but her sisters room was directly under hers and her dad was just down the hall.

He pulled back to look at her, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek “You know we can’t do this right?” He said quietly with a small frown “Not with an audience. And I wanna do this right.”

She nodded and sighed “I know. Where though?” She added with a chuckle.

He laughed and ran his fingers through her hair “We’re in our 20s. It’s supposed to be easier to find places to hook up, not harder.”

She chuckled and sighed “I know. But I live with Elliot Stabler and the genius who’s spiraling in the basement and these walls are paper thin. How do you think Harper knows about all the bad shit we did growing up.”

He laughed and ran a finger across her collarbone “True. My house is out of the question too, between my parents and Svechy. Hey we-“

“Absolutely not.” She said putting a hand up.

“You don’t even-“

“The Tiguan is out of the question Seth.”

His mouth fell open and he deflated a little “Okay okay. Just a suggestion sheesh….but out of curiosity why not? Is there something wrong with my Tiguan?”

“That thing is one hopped curb short of being held together by duct tape. Too much movement and it’s falling apart.”

“You have a lot of confidence in my abilities.”

She rolled her eyes and gave the skin on his waist a squeeze “Guess that means you’ll have to really wow me.”

“Oh I’ll wow you.” He said leaning down to kiss her.

Hours later, she’d managed to sneak Seth out undetected and sent him back to his house with another quick kiss and a wave and she was now lying across her bed fighting the urge to kick and squeal because her dad was still asleep down the hall.

She felt her phone buzz and picked it up to see a message from Seth.

What are the odds you can sneak out later?

She smiled and glanced up through the curtains at his window Not so great. That’s the trouble living with a trained investigator.

Damn. Guess I’ll just have to visualize. So what’re you wearing?

Madison giggled and put a hand over her mouth eyes swiveling to the ceiling An oversized shirt and socks.

That’s it? Nothing else?

Like what?

Nothing underneath?

Maddie grinned evily Why would there be? I don’t wear underwear

Across the yard, in Seth’s room a phone slipped from his hand and fell to the floor. He let his head fall back and huffed.

She was killing him.

He’d kissed her on two occasions and she had him wrapped, but before he could have any more thoughts about Madison, or her underwear or anything, Svech burst through the door to his bedroom startling him.

“Do they not practice KNOCKING in Russia Jesus Christ.” He said grabbing the spot over his heart.

“What are you smiling about? And where you been all afternoon?” Andrei asked him sitting at the end of his bed.

“None of your business nosey. How goes the plan to get Harper to acknowledge your existence? Or are you still invisible?”

“Ha ha.” He said squinting at him “We’re not talking about me.”

Seth laughed and shrugged “I’m just having a good day is all.”

“And does that good day have a name? Madison maybe?”

Seth kicked at him “Never you mind about my good day. What’s the next step in your master scheme? You’ve tried stalking, complimenting-“

“I did not stalk her-“

“You.” Seth said sitting up pointing at him “Showed up at her job to go running when she didn’t want you there. I don’t know what they call that in Russia but here that’s stalking my guy.”

“And you.” Andre said pointing at him “Went with me so that makes you an accomplice. And I did it at the suggestion of your good day.”

“My good day never explicitly told you-“

“Aha! So she is your good day.” Andrei said slapping him on the shin and grinning.

Seth sputtered at him for a second before he broke out into a smile “Fuck off.”

“Joking, I’m joking. Is that what Harper meant by “Being good to my sister? Or whatever she said.”

“I think so. Maddie must have said something, I don’t know. Harper knows everything about everyone so maybe she just guessed. She’s smart.” He tapped his temple and Andrei rolled his eyes.

“So tell me.”

“Tell you what?”

“Don’t be an idiot okay?”

Seth was laughing and shrugged “It’s been nice. We gotta get you your own Alexander sister buddy.” He slapped him on the back and stood “Come on, can we go eat I’m starving. We can hatch a plan to make Harper fall in love with you before the summers over.”

Andrei watched as Seth stood and cleared his throat “So you think she might like me a little bit? Maybe?”

Seth grinned “ She will if I have anything to do with it.”

**************

Maddie made her way through the house looking for Harper. She couldn’t talk with her dad about it, and her friends had been too wrapped up with their stuff to pay Maddie and her summer dramas any mind. In fact it had been over a week since she’d even seen or spoken to them. While Harper gave great advice, she was also uniquely qualified to speak about her and Seth because she’d basically raised both of them. Harper wouldn’t steer her wrong.

But really Maddie just wanted to talk. As a teen, before Harper moved out, they’d spent many nights talking and giggling together until their dad finally had to enforce curfew because they were keeping him up at night.

But as Maddie opened the basement door to descend the steps, she heard Harper crying. She paused and stood at the top of the stairs for second before she backed up and shut the door quietly. She wouldn’t bother Harper with this. As she made her way through the kitchen she spotted Seth and Andrei making their way though the driveway to Seth’s car talking and laughing. Seth spotted her through the large kitchen window and smiled and waved at her, which she returned before she made to turn and ran smack into her dad.

“Jesus dad I-“

“You going out with them?” He nodded to the Jarvis’s driveway.

“Me? No im going to sketch a while. Why would I be going out with them?”

“Did you or did you not go golfing with them yesterday?”

She chuckled “How did-Yeah but what’s that have to do with anything?”

He crossed his arms and peered down at her “And which one was in your room when I came home?”

Maddie wanted to shrivel up and die right there on the hallway rug as she looked up at her dad. Though historically he wasn’t a yeller, she and Harper had never really tested his patience. Maddie had always been more trouble prone than her sister but having a boy into her bedroom closet was a new one. They’d always followed the house rules, and their dad was laid back for the most part.

But he didn’t seem angry. He stood staring at her eyebrows raised “Hmm?”

Maddie felt her face get red and cleared her throat, straightening up and looking her dad in the eye “Seth.”

Surprise registered across his face and his mouth opened “Really?”

She hoped that because her dad loved Seth and had watched him grow up that he wouldn’t be as upset about it if it had been Andrei, a guy who had just shown up a week ago. She cleared her throat, crossing her fingers behind her back and smiled hopefully at her dad “So how much trouble am I in?”

He shrugged “Why would you be in trouble?”

“Because I lied. I had a boy in my bedroom….i lied? Really nothing?”

He frowned but looked amused “Do you want to be in trouble?”

She shook her head “No.”

“Okay then. But don’t do it again.” He warned pointing a finger at her.

“Yessir.” She said with a salute and a stifled giggle as she moved past her dad and up the steps pulling out her phone to text Seth with a small smile.

M: My dad knows you were in my closet. He said he’s looking for you.

S: WHAT.

[ash-and-starlight]

Books of 2023

the list nobody asked for <3

My reading habits had gone a bit stagnant in the past couple of years so this year i made the effort to engage in reading again and wow books really are good!! who would have thought! Sharing this year's book log with the small reviews i did while reading yeah i am That kind of list lover if u feel like being nosy, (and maybe even help mi crowdsource reading recs based on my likes 👀🤲?)

The left Hand of Darkness - Ursula K. Le Guin Ursula i Need to know your thoughts on omegaver- [gunshot] THAT ASIDE yeah. mrs Le Guin you've done it again. I can see why everyone got their brain chemistry altered by this book.

The Membranes - Chi Ta-Wei another brain chemistry altering book. would love to discuss it with a gender studies major lmao

Satanic Verses - Salman Rushdie its a v atmospheric and poignant story, I know I would have loved it more if I was familiar with the rich religious/cultural background it draws from

The Masquerade Series - Seth Dickinson Crazy insane in the membrane about this series. one of the most compelling worldbuildings I've ever seen, and most importantly it features one of the most crazy wet pathetic scrunkly meow meow protagonists i've ever had the pleasure of reading about.

Middlesex - Jeffrey Eugenides i liked the writing style of this book a lot! idk how well it holds up re: intersexuality topic, but its a very engaging read.

Dead Blondes and Bad Mothers: Monstrosity, Patriarchy, and the Fear of Female Power - Jude Ellison, Sady Doyle The title says it all honestly, its a beautiful, thought provoking and engaging essay, spanning eras, pop culture phenomenons, and real life events on the topic of women and horror.

The cat who saved books - Sōsuke Natsukawa this was so cute and heartfelt, it will really make you go Ah Yes, this is Why we Love Books <333

The Locked Tomb Series - Tamsyn Muir now when people say there is a girl who is the cursed sacrifice of 2000 infants who falls in love with the sleeping embodiment of the soul of the Earth (barbie) and also another girl who is the only survivor of the aforementioned sacrifice and is. a Jesus metaphor? and also the two girls become one at some point. and every book is a different genre. and god is bisexual. and memes survived the nuclear apocalypse. I can just nod and say so true.

The Area X Trilogy - Jeff VanderMeer Rotating this series in the microwave of my mind at the speed of light it's soSO GOOD!! the movie doesn't even come close honestly u NEED to read the books. and then go touch grass and be aware of every strand in a completely new way.

The Dawn of Yangchen - F. C. Yee nice read! I was more invested in the worldbuilding crumbs than in the actual story lmao, I will forever think about the HEATED airball rivalry between the air temples and about the swt greetings / bethrotal armbands.

Inuit Stories of Being and Rebirth: Gender, Shamanism, and the Third Sex - Bernard Saladin d'Anglure starting w a disclaimer bc I feel like the topic of native colonization was ignored when it should have been way more prominent when talking about the context of where and when these testimonies were collected?? That aside it was very interesting and well put together, with first account testimonies of Inuit elders about their myths, lifestyles and beliefs.

Pachinko - Min Jin Lee i read the book after having seen the tv series (which i also rlly recommend). Very moving story about a family and its generations, from Korea under Japanese colonization to modern day America.

Her body and other parties - Carmen Maria Marchado sometimes I go about my day then I remember this book exists and stare at the wall for 30 minutes.

Dictionnaire de l'impossible - Didier Van Cauwelaert big miss. this collection of articles about "strange impossible phenomenons" sounded so quirky and interesting but i sure would have loved if the author hadnt so clearly picked a side. and also way too much church for my tastes.

He who Drowned the World - Shelley Parker Chan Im not even gonna speak about this one if you've followed me since july you know what pits of insanity and despair i'm in

Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow - Gabrielle Zevin Sometimes!! the book with pretty covers put in the "famous on socials" bookstore section!! are good!! It's about being othered it's about connection it's about diaspora it's about love and friendship and most of all it's about viddy games.

Station Eleven - Emily St. John Mandel reading this post-covid and learning it was written in 2017 was A TRIP. Psychic damage at every page. still feeling very normla.

The Mask of Apollo - Mary Renault Ugh i desperately wanted to like this book because the setup is so interesting and full of potential, but the end result was just. flat. flat story flat characters the plot focusing on the wrong things at the wrong times i was so DONE when i reached the end otz.

Babel - R. F. Kuang LOVED the worldbuilding in this, the "lost in translation" system of magic is one of the most interesting things ive ever read. I think theres something about the writing in general that didn't win me over completely?? but all in all a very good

Red Ocean - Han Song This sure is a Book. That i've Read. its so profundly strange and unlike anything ive come across that i dont even know what to feel about it. i think 90% of my confusion comes from Not Getting Cultural References so if someone has a "red ocean explained" essay plz send it my way bc i couldnt find one.

[thescarletnargacuga]

Since you're allowing it for the time being, here's a Raceway Y/N prompt for your consideration:

Another day, another race ending with getting smacked all the way to last place. You thought you were finally beginning to adjust to all this, but some of these people seemed to drive like absolute maniacs, ESPECIALLY the jester-looking one. What was her name again?

What were any of their names, for that matter?

…Suddenly you felt very isolated. From the beginning, you could tell the other racers had known eachother for a while. They were a tight-knit group. Then there was you.

You felt like an intruder. An uninvited guest. The family member everyone else wanted nothing to do with.

There was a strong heaviness in your heart. You decide to find a quiet corner in the garage to sulk…

RACEWAY AU CHARACTERS REACT TO Y/N SULKING

CAINE: He'll sit next to you in the corner. His voice is surprisingly calm. "What seems to be the matter? I can't have one of my racers in the dumps." He'll listen to all of your worries and fears with a sympathetic ear. If you need a hug, he will gladly give you one. "I recommend talking to the others. Human social circles thrive best with good communication, so I've been told."

POMNI: She feels awkward for walking in on you in such a vulnerable state, but you're clearly in distress. "Hey, uh...you okay?" If she is the reason you're like this, tell her. She's fiercely competitive on the track, but she isn't heartless. If things went too far, she'll apologize.

RAGATHA: "Oh no, Y/N? What's going on? Do you need a hug?" If you let her, she will hold you and even cuddle you, patting your head. "You can tell me anything, Y/N. I'm here for you." She means it. She'd be horrified if she gave off the impression that she wasn't approachable. She wants to fix that immediately.

JAX: He regrets walking by. Now he has to do the comfort thing? Ugh. He leaves and comes back, holding something behind his back. He goes over to you and drops a balloon full of whipped cream on your head. It's hard to be sad when you're mad.

GANGLE: "Y/N..?" She'll say softly. If you don't feel like talking, that's okay. She sits at a respectful distance and draws. She draws you in the winner's circle. "I made this for you... because you're a winner."

ZOOBLE: They join you in the sulking corner, not saying a word. If you start talking, they'll listen. If you don't, they'll still stay. No one should be alone dealing with shitty emotions.

KINGER: He finds you entirely accidentally. He was following a beetle that wandered in from outside. He catches it and shows it to you. "Jewel beetle. Very pretty. Shiny. Want to hold?"

GUMMIGOO: "What seems to be the problem, mate?" He leans against the wall, arms crossed. "Did Jax do something to ya? I'll flatten him for ya." He'll listen if you want to actually tell him what's going on. "I speak from experience when I say, give them time. This group is far more accepting than you think. Try not to take what happens on the track personally."

LOO: "Oh, dear me, you poor thing." She'll straight pick you up and rock you like a baby. "Tell aunty Loo what's bothering you. I'm all ears."

SETH: "Life's a bitch, ain't it?" You don't know when he got there, but he's leaning against the wall next to you. "You wanna get out of here? One outcast to another, they're not worth the tears." He'll take you away on his motorcycle. You may not want to go back.

ABEL: He doesn't care. If you are of no use to him, you can sulk until you fall through the floor. There's always room in the cellar...

[silentglassbreak]

Anonymous

Noah Sebastian x OFC

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K listen, I've haven't written any band FF in a LONG LONG LONG time, mkay? But Bad Omens...Noah Sebastian...mmmph. Let's see how far we get here. If you enjoy, let me know. If you want to be tagged in the next part, let me know that too. If you even so much as take the time to read MY SINCEREST GRATITUDES CAUSE WRITING THIS STUFF IS MY ESCAPE. xo

Warnings: Alcohol abuse, overall abuse, mild violence (ie. bar fights), smut, swearing, and altogether just a lot of fuckery.

+It goes without saying. This is a work of fiction. My words are mine. Plagiarism is a crime.

Part 1 - Burning Out

Work had been long today. Longer than most days. The customers screaming at me had only taken it's toll so much, but having a God awful supervisor who was hell bent on making me late for my meeting, knowing full well how important my twice weekly meetings were, had completely wiped my energy and patience in one fell swoop. Needless to say, I was in no mood for excess attitude or traffic today. Which is why I found myself cursing at the jackass in the SUV in front of me, taking at least a year to make a right hand turn into the close to empty parking lot where the meeting was being held. It took the last of my self restraint to not lay on my horn and flip a specific finger at the driver.

Finally reaching the normal parking space in front of the unmarked office building, I silently breathed a sigh of relief. I had made it, only 2 minutes later than I should be. I began scrambling for my energy drink and my bag before shuffling out of my car and pressing the fob to hear the beep of the alarm set. My poor beat up Tahoe was doing her best, so I never took my frustrations out on her.

As I crossed the parking lot, I whipped my head around to gauge the spaces, noticing all of the regulars were already here, meaning I was the last to arrive. Sucks, given I'm the meeting organizer. Something caught my eye. A vehicle I didn't recognize, a black SUV. The same one who apparently can't make a right turn to save their life. Newbie? The rest of the offices were closed for the day, so I can't see why else they'd be here.

The building is always so quiet at 6PM, so the tapping of my chucks on the tile floors is louder than I'd like, drawing attention to my obvious lateness. (To who?). Didn't matter. I felt ashamed. These meetings are the most important facet of my life right now. I needed to be more punctual. Maybe next time, I'll tell Supervisor Sam to fuck right off like he deserves.

"Guys, I am so fucking sorry. Douchebag sup made me late...again." I announced as I backed into the door, opening it, and heading straight to the table to pull the Crumbl cookies out of my bag and setting them next to the water cooler and Keurig machine. I always brought sweets. It kept the cravings away.

"No worries Leena, we've just been chatting with the new guy." I turned around to see Abel, my veteran, who was gesturing to someone I didn't know.

I went around the circle of chairs, counting off my regular faces, some newer than others.

Abel, Rodger, Syd, Seth, Ali, Jackson, Mark, and Jillian.

However, sitting between Abel and Jillian was a newcomer, who currently had his back turned, slumped forward in his chair. Brown hair, longer than the hat he wore, black sweatshirt and dark blue jeans. Black sneakers. Hood up. Guarded, uncomfortable. What little of his hands I could see kneading together, they were completely tattooed. Even at Abel's mention of him, he didn't turn to face me.

"Oh! Well good! Great job guys. We can go ahead and get started." I grabbed my clipboard off the table, and rounded the group and took my normal spot next to Syd. By the way her hair was pulled back and her face looked dry and sullen, I could tell we had some things to talk about today.

"Well, my new folks don't typically like to talk first on their first day, but just know, that you being here is only the beginning. And we are all here to welcome you to our group. Right, guys?" I directed my statement toward the stranger, who I now can see more clearly. His face is pale, with the exception of the dark circles rested comfortably above his cheekbones. If I were to take a guess, those had been there a while.

The rest of my group nodded, with several of them giving a quick 'That's right.' and 'Welcome in.'

"I'm Leena, the group coordinator. I can answer any questions you may have?" The stranger just peered at me with dark eyes and shook his head. "Okay, we can jump right in, then."

I could feel Syd next to me bursting to talk, so I looked to her.

"Syd, do you want to get us started today?" She only nodded, wiping some stray tears forming on her cheeks.

Syd was such a beautiful girl. Only 21 years old, it was amazing that she found the strength to come to us so young, and work on turning her life around. Her neon blue hair was knotted on top of her head, and she was picking feverishly at her sleeve of her sweater. I could feel what was coming. I always could.

"I...I fell off the wagon." I only nodded, knowing. She had missed three meetings, and unless someone forewarned me about vacations or work obligations, it almost always meant they were on a bender of some kind.

"Okay," As her tears began pouring, I reached over and ran a hand up her arm. There was a reason I sat Syd right next to me. She had been one of my newest, and biggest challenges. Overcoming the demons was an every day, every moment, every second battle that she was still very much fighting. "It's alright honey. We're all here to support you. No one is judging."

She went on to explain she had began with a mimosa at brunch with her friends, who didn't know she was in recovery. She didn't want them to know, so she tried to just sip. It didn't work. It never does. The one drink lead to a blackout weekend and three days in jail for public intoxication. She lost the job she had just gotten at the local DMV. Syd was going through it. She would need Seth, her sponsor, more than usual right now. He was on the other side of her, clutching her hand as she cried.

Once Syd had finished her confession, and emotionally put her 30-day coin back in the jar, we moved on to Seth.

One by one, through the circle, we heard everyone's stories of recent achievements and sorrows. Challenges and victories. Their ongoing battles. Once Jillian finished telling us about her recent trip to Vegas with her friends, where she managed not to have a single drink. We applauded her, because we all knew how much restraint that took.

I would steal occasional glances at our guest, whose eyes would also glance back at me once in a while, but mostly followed the speakers, never moving in his chair, stoic as cement. This isn't uncommon for people coming here for the first time. It's not easy to do, and it's wildly uncomfortable at first.

However, the circle was now all looking at him, and a look of almost panic flashed across his face.

"Is it on me?" His voice was deeper than I expected, with a clear rasp to it that told me all I needed to know about his history. He belonged here, and we were glad to have him.

I nodded. "How much you tell us is entirely up to you, but all I ask is you at least tell us your name, and why you're here."

He bit his bottom lip, eyes cast at me from across the room, looking up through long, dark eyelashes. "I have to say it out loud?"

"That's one of the first steps." I kept a soft smile on my face. Being warm, and understanding was my entire job here.

Abel's elbow nudged the stranger, who glanced at him, encouraging him. "No worries man, we've all been here."

A hard sigh left his throat, ending with a sharp cough.

"My name is Noah. And I'm an alcoholic."

****

Once the meeting had ended, I was stacking chairs back against the wall, prepping the room for the next meeting, NA. They had their own setup, and would be in here in about 30 minutes. Most everyone had left, with the exception of Abel, Syd, and Noah. Our newest AA member had been pretty tight-lipped about himself, only admitted to being 27 years old, and in the entertainment industry. He didn't elaborate further. That was just fine. If he kept coming, we would encourage him further, but AA was all about getting you through it at your pace. As long as you didn't drink, I was happy.

I was putting away the leftover cookies, planning to take the last couple with me to work tomorrow for a snack. I happened to catch a glimpse of someone leaving the restroom, and I noticed it was Noah. Everyone else had left only a couple minutes ago.

"Oh, hey!" I waved at him to come over. He paced his tall frame over to me, towering over me easily. He had at least a foot of height on me, which was hilarious, given I was a year older and 3 years sober myself.

"Hey, thanks for having me today. I didn't know if you could just come to these things." I slung my bag over my shoulder, smiling at him.

"C'mon, I wanted to chat with you before you left." We made our way out of the building as Angie, the NA organizer walked in past us, smiling at us both.

We reached the parking lot, my green Tahoe and the same black SUV being some of the only vehicles left. It dawned on me that he drove the SUV. Well, he may need a driving lesson, but he seemed nice enough.

I turned to face him before heading for my car. "Have you talked to anyone about being a sponsor? The only requirements I have is that they have been sober at least 6 months. Almost everyone in our group is, with the exception of Syd and Jackson." I could see him chewing his lip, his fingers fiddling with his keys.

"No, I...I didn't think about it." His eyes were looking everywhere but at me.

"Noah?" I asked, trying to get his attention. "Do you know what a sponsor is?"

This drew a short, burst of a chuckle out of him, his lips curling in a sheepish grin while he shook his head. I saw his frame relax for just a second, his arm reaching to scratch the back of his neck.

"I don't." I nodded, chuckling myself.

"No worries! I didn't when I started either." I waved him over to the bench perched just outside the building. He followed me and we sat. "A sponsor is someone to keep you straight. Someone who will keep your head on when you feel like you might fall off." He was listening, eyes fixed on me. "This is the person you call when you want a drink. They'll talk you down, distract you. Support you." He nodded, understanding crossing his features.

"Do they have to be a member of the group?"

"No, not necessarily, but they do need to be sober. A sponsor is no good if they are drinking and setting bad examples."

"Makes sense. I'll think on it." I stood up then, stretching up on my toes to flex my legs that had been sitting most the day. He stayed sat, now looking up at me.

"I do need you to have a sponsor by the next meeting on Thursday, though. Have to have one by your second session. And if you don't have one by then, we can get someone in the group to sponsor you, no problem."

He raised a brow at me, a smirk on his lips. "Didn't you say you only had one rule?" This threw me off. Smartass? It was innocent, I could tell, but a joker. Hadn't had one of those in a while.

I laughed it off. "Well, I only do for your first day. There are only a few rules to AA, but they're pretty much common sense."

He stood then, towering me once again. "Can you tell me anyway? I don't want to fuck this up." We then began walking back towards the cars. When I walked toward mine, he followed. It was dark already, so I didn't mind. This was LA, after all.

"Well, the first is obvious, no drinking." I popped my driver door open and flung my bag in toward the passenger's side. He nodded at me and leaned against the rear door of my truck.

"Second, no coming in drunk. As obvious as that may seem, you would not believe how many people I've kicked out of the meeting for showing up mid-bender." He raised his eyebrows. "As much as I'd like to keep and eye on them, it's not good for the other members."

"No, for sure." His tone was even.

"And lastly," I then looked straight at him, so he knew how serious I was. "don't ever lie to me." I could see him straighten just a little, feeling the seriousness of what I was saying. "If you fell off, admit it. I'm not judging. I did, so many times. But if you lie, you're out." I then took a step closer, if only to make my point, "Because I always find out."

He kicked off from my truck, his body less than six inches from mine. He looked down at me, the ghost of a smile playing on his lips.

"Yes ma'am." I felt a twinge up the back of my spine. It was a little warm all of a sudden, and my mouth was dry. I stepped back, and was able to regain my brain.

I smiled brightly at him and swung myself up into my truck. Before I slid my legs in, I looked at him, now almost at eye-level.

"Great! I'll see you Thursday, then!"

[judasofsuburbia]

first lines tag!!

tagged by the loves of my life @seths-rogens and @yournowheregirl<33

RULES: post the first lines of your last 10 fics/chapters posted on AO3 (if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics) and try to draw some conclusions

1. somethin' bout boots and boys (bring me so much joy) 

"Darling, the car's out front, are you ready?"

2. all things go, all things go 

She’s not going to ruin this.

3. to the ends of the earth, would you follow me?

His arm is thrown over his head, the red satin sheets sitting right below his bare chest.

4. you're such a masterpiece (that's something we should celebrate)

“Off the moon and we’re hitting the ground like a rocket,” Alex sings loudly, smiling as he hears it echo off the shower tiles.

5. it's all coming back to me now

“Please just drive,” Henry pleads. 

6. pancakes for dinner (wanna get stuck in your head)

He’s gonna do it. 

7. even when the faucet runs dry

“I think we’re eating enchiladas too much. I know they’re easy to make but‒”

8. born a restless child

Henry’s heart nearly gives out at the sound of Alex’s bedroom door opening.

9. and yet, with you, my world has started 

Charlotte could not believe the feeling that overtook her nearly every day, every hour, every minute at this point.

10. can't start a fire without a spark

“Don’t be like this, Harrington, let’s go!” Eddie shouts sharply. 

tagging with no pressure and utmost love: @fastcardotmp3 @cheatghost @figthefruitfaeth @kkpwnall @fragilecapric0rnn

@snowangeldotmp3 @gideoncharov

@thighzp @tinyarmedtrex @caterpills <33

[trashisstillhere]

Aight. I felt like just doodling a bit and since I won’t really be online tomorrow, I decided to just quickly post it here.

It’s just a few doodles of some of my other rc9gn/ ninja ocs other than Serenity, along with an old guest I haven’t drawn in forever! (Hint: is the completey white ninja one-) there is a lot more I have then them but for now, these are who you will get to see!

Have a look at my two boys, Seth and Esther! And one familiar ninja that some of you might recognise from my old posts, New Ninja! (Who still doesn’t have an official name yet so it’s still New/random Ninja)

Seth and Esther will have actual refs soon (I hope) and I just felt like drawing New Ninja again after so long and they kinda count as an oc too. Back then, I wasn’t planning on using them for any other stuff then just the idea of Randy helping a new ninja of norrisville in the future (which sure got lots of attention back then along with asks that I made comics and such for) so I didn’t really see them as an actual ‘oc’ for me at first but now, maybe they will be. Tho their story still takes place in the future where Randy and others are kinda older. (Also another reason why I wanted to draw them again was cuz of my recent chats about them with @artistic-harlom-world ! They’re so nice, go check them out!)

If ya new on my blog and don’t know about New Ninja, that’s fine. Just go search ‘New Ninja’ on my blog and you should find all the posts about them!

I was gonna doodle some more but honestly idk if I have enough time for that right now so yeah. This is all you all will be getting from me for now!

[multiverserift]

It's Star Trek time, so I watch a lot of Star Trek and write about it. You should too.

Today I saw the question "why does Star Trek: Discovery draw so much fire?"

It's quite easy. It was simply not what people were familiar with, and expected.

The Star Trek Formula™ is rougly: Ensemble Crew finds problem, beams over, solves problem. Next week, next problem. Of course there are strays from the path, but more or less, all Trek followed this.

Discovery doesn't have an ensemble crew. It has a main character and secondary characters. It has less Story of the Week™ and more serial storytelling. Well, this is how much TV stuff is structured today. Less episodes, less filler, more steamlined 8-hour-movies.

Nevermind that Discovery has some where excellent Star Trek moments, the dissapointment over all the changes kicked off a whole landslide of memetic feedback.

Which also fed into that was the casual racism ("why does it have to be a black woman???"), sexism ("why does it have to be a black woman???"), toxic views of emotions ("Burnham cries all the time!!!", which is funny because Ash Tyler cries way more, and I see no internet rambos giving him shit over that), casual fatshaming ("Tilly fat lol").

But I really think that the unprocessed, unreflected dissapointment is the core of it.

Didn't help that the New Klingons™ were somewhat debatable in style. In reality, Disco respects a lot of canon and did their homework. A lot of well done references in there. I could write a list.

What ALSO fed into it is that people simply don't like change. There are old news articles that take aim at TNG because it's simply a new crew. DS9 took a lot of fire (Black captain! Stationary station!), VOY (Woman captain! Janeway doesn't get a love interest!). Don't really know about ENT. Plenty of attacks, always. But back to Disco.

Now enter The Orville. Which gave the fanbase EXACTLY more of the Star Trek Formula™. Crew, problem of the week, ensemble cast. The fans who pit Orville against Disco also generously overlook that Seth McFarlane has his own problems.

So, bottom line: Dissapointment, unfulfilled expectations, The Orville rushing in, and all this in a culture with rising toxicity against progressive ideas.

Of course it's all a matter of taste. You don't have to like Star Trek Discovery. But if you give it a chance, there are some REALLY excellent stories, characters, space ship pr0n, sci-fi elements and other stuff in it. Also, Jett Reno. Just watch it for Jett Reno.

[sethsclearwater]

i am thinking heavily ab pregnant reader with paulxseth being so super sensitive to everything. sounds, smell, touch, you name it. like her being irritable and the boys having to work with her to calm her down so she doesn’t stress herself out.

"paul can you turn that off?" you groaned, dropping your head back dramatically as you closed your eyes to take a deep breath. paul was attempting to make you some pasta but neither of you realized how nauseating the smell of tomatoes was going to make you.

being pregnant was something you'd always wanted but you failed to realize just how hypersensitive it would make you.

"c'mere pretty girl," seth cooed, gently taking your hands in his to lead you out of the kitchen and into the living room so you could get some air.

you let out another loud groan when he grabbed your hands, "don't touch me, your hands feel weird." you whimpered, eyes welling with tears as you started to get overstimulated.

seth apologized as you walked into the living room, quickly heading over to the balcony with you so you could get outside for a few minutes of fresh air, "why don't you sit down while i go get a bath started for you, yea? that should help you relax a bit." seth suggested thoughtfully as he crouched down in front of you, being careful not to touch you as you sat down in one of the chairs.

you nodded, resting your hands on your growing baby bump, letting out a soft sigh as you closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths. "i'll be right back." seth cooed before heading inside to start a bath for you.

both boys had been a bit overbearing since they found out you were pregnant, always doing the absolute most to make sure you were relaxed and stress-free, always talking about how your stress wasn't good for the baby.

paul's familiar footsteps came a few moments later and you kept your eyes closed as he took a seat next to you, "you doin' okay princess?" he asked softly and you shook your head, letting out a heavy sigh as you opened your eyes to look at him.

his gaze softened when you looked at him, "i got rid of the pasta sauce if you wanna try the gnocchi without the sauce." he said softly and you nodded, a pout on your face as you tried to calm yourself down enough so you wouldn't burst into tears in front of him.

"you're doin' great princess." he cooed, "wanna get in the tub with seth? i can bring you your pasta in there." he offered and you nodded, taking his hand so he could help you up and lead you into the bathroom where seth was drawing a bath for you.

"hey pretty girl," seth cooed as he saw you, "i wasn't sure if you wanted any soap in there or not." he said softly as he held one of your favorite soaps in front of you, letting you smell it for a moment.

"that's fine." you murmured, cheeks a bright pink as you processed how ridiculous these stupid pregnancy hormones had you acting.

seth smiled at you before pouring some of the soap into the tub, "paul seriously giving you pasta to have in your bath?" seth asked teasingly and you nodded, letting out a soft giggle as you pulled your shirt off and seth helped you with your shorts and panties, quickly helping you into the tub.

you instantly felt better, the lavender soap calming your stress and anxiety, "can you..." you trailed off looked up at seth who nodded, knowing what you meant.

"get in with you?" he asked teasingly and you nodded, giggling when he quickly stripped out of his clothes and got in the tub behind you, allowing you to relax into his chest.

paul came in a few moments later with the promised bowl of pasta, handing it to you so you could eat, "he's not kicking too much is he?" paul asked softly, sitting down on the edge of the tub.

you shook your head as you took another bite of pasta, "not moving at all actually, think he's sleeping." you hummed, happy to finally get some food in you. the imprintees were notorious for having the same appetite as the boys during pregnancy and you were most definitely not an exception to this rule.

"that's good. you wanna go to bed after your bath? we can put on a movie if you want." seth suggested as he slid his hands around you to rest on your baby bump, gently rubbing circles against your bump with his thumb while he waited for your response.

you nodded, just happy to finally spend some quality time with your boys and get a break from the overstimulation you'd been dealing with all day.