#i am going to be so uncaffeinated.

[fooltofancy]

oh boy

[gideonisms]

latest unhinged work event is that my boss has started gathering us all around at 5:30 in the AM to do group exercises...tbh I really enjoy exercising on my own time, have never had trouble staying active, and have no negative associations with group exercise IT'S THE PRINCIPLE OF MY BOSS TELLING ME TO DO JUMPING JACKS

[feralthembo]

I havent counted how many art wips i have and at this point im too scared to ask

[veryberryjelly]

almond milk, two sugars

evan buckley x fem!reader

lyric prompt ; 'i pay attention to things that most people ignore' - all american bitch - olivia rodrigo

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ⚜︎ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

your time at the 118 may not have been very long compared to some of the other firefighters tenure, but it had so far been the best six months of your life.

your hours were adaptable, even if you had regularly worked twelve hour shifts every day.

your coworkers were friendly, so much so that any free time you had, you often spent with them.

whether it was going to the gym with eddie, having dinner with hen or grabbing coffee with buck before or after a shift.

and you loved doing all of that with them.

which was why you always hated cancelling plans on them.

but sometimes it was unavoidable.

which was why you had to message buck that you were running late so you couldn't grab coffee this morning.

your phone hadn't charged so you had no alarm to wake you early enough to grab coffee.

but that also meant that you were uncaffeinated as you hurried into the station for the beginning of your shift.

once you arrived and you saw that there was no urgency for you to rush around, you slowed down, put your things in your locker before climbing the stairs to the kitchen to make yourself a coffee.

you greeted those who were sitting on the couch as you made your way over, going straight for the coffee pot.

as you reached for it you noticed a takeout cup beside it with your name scribbled on the top.

your brows furrowed softly as you picked up the cup, expecting it to be trash that you had forgotten to throw away, but when you found it to be full your brows furrowed softly.

thankfully, the questions you hadn't been able to ask yet were answered when you heard a voice behind you.

"i grabbed you a coffee on my way in."

you turned to find buck stood with an identical cup in his hand, presumably filled with his regular order.

" figured you wouldn't have time this morning and i thought i'd spare us all your decaffeinated wrath "

his words caused a laugh to bubble past your lips.

" thank you, i'm sure the entire team is grateful for your generosity" you joked as you took a sip of the coffee, unable to stop the smile spreading over your face when you realised he had gotten your order right.

" and i am very grateful to not have to drink crap. how do you know my order ?" you hadn't been to coffee with buck often enough for him to know your order so well.

" i pay attention to things that most people ignore. " he explained which just made your smile widen .

" well it is very appreciated, thank you. and i promise i'll be ready to meet tomorrow morning "

there was a brief silence as you picked up your coffee and took another sip, but buck quickly broke it.

" how about we meet tonight instead? "

his question caught you off guard and caused a slight tightening in your chest.

" for, like a date ?" you questioned, wanting to clarify the nature of this meet up.

" yeah, for a date "

@sunnyhoneyyyyyy

[oopsiedaisiesbaby]

Any opinions/ideas on omega john and alpha gale?

Yesss 😈 Buckle in for a ramble because I am uncaffeinated today lol

I always like my John and Gale with some self-worth issues!

Sooo… omega John that has always felt like too much as an omega because he’s far from small and delicate and he’s always been a bit “wild” according to his teachers (they say it with extreme distaste).

He’s too big, too loud, too rough, too bawdy, too much… so he resigns himself to being alone forever. There’s never going to be an alpha that can handle him so he leans into being built wrong, joins the army, and takes on alphas that think they’re hot shit and that he can’t keep up just because of his designation.

The only alpha that doesn’t scoff and dismiss him from the jump (until he charms them with his roguish charm) is Gale. Gale who is enamored with the John from the first moment they meet.

Gale who has always been told he’s not enough as an alpha… not commanding enough, not boisterous enough, not rugged enough (he’s just not into the same stuff as other alphas and doesn’t think being an asshole equates to being a leader).

But they meet that first day at basic…

John is devastatingly handsome, smells like heaven, makes Gale laugh until he has stitches in his side, gets Gale into mischief, keeps up with Gale’s mischief, can fill the silences that Gale doesn’t mean to let linger but just happen sometimes, doesn’t think Gale is any less of an alpha for not liking sports or gambling or drinking… Gale gets to just be himself and it’s refreshing.

It’s the same for John too though.

Gale is painfully beautiful, smells divine, shocks John into riotous laughter with his dry wit and biting sarcasm, keeps up with John’s mischief, gets John into mischief shockingly enough, lets John ramble about anything and everything, seems to think nothing less of John as an omega for the baseball obsession, the drinking, or the gambling… John gets to just be himself and it’s affirming.

And when they finally start sleeping with each other?

John needs a cigarette after every. single. time. Gale takes his quiet, single minded focus as a pilot and applies it to taking John apart in ways he never thought possible. John hates giving up control which is why he likes how Gale just takes it and John can trust him to do right and do well with it.

The love is instant and intense and they get mated so quickly there’s rumors it’s a shot gun mating. It doesn’t offend them one bit because they know the truth. John isn’t too much and Gale isn’t not enough. They’re just right, for each other.

They’re soul mates ❤️

[fayes-fics]

It Had To Be You: Chapter 8 - I've Changed My Mind, I Take It Back

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Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader, Modern AU

Summary: The fallout from the best night of your life was never going to be pretty…

artwork credit @colettebronte

Warnings: none, really... just some swearing and brief references to sex. Bit of angst and some arguing.

Word Count: 4.0k

Authors Note: A multi-chapter modern rom-com retelling of When Harry Met Sally. In this chapter, both reader and Benedict deal - poorly - with the aftermath of their amazing night together. Yup, it's a slice of angst while hopefully still serving some laughs. This is what has to happen before these idiots can finally see the truth in the next chapter. Thanks to @colettebronte for the advice and betaing and @sorryallonsy for cheerleading and feedback. I hope you enjoy <3

The next morning, you watch silently, covers pulled up under your chin, as Benedict dresses—your stomach in an odd knot. It’s barely dawn, and you are both uncaffeinated, but still, it's the morning after the best sex of your life, and it’s awkward. And you don't know what to say to make it, well, unawkward.

“I have to go, stupid breakfast meeting about a gallery opportunity. But I'd like to see you later if you are free?” his tone is hedging as he sits on the end of the bed and pulls on his shoes.

“Err, sure. Dinner later?” you offer as he stands up and walks around to your side of the bed.

“Dinner sounds great,” he smiles with relief and leans in, placing a lingering kiss on your forehead.

You try not to wince, but a giant ball of something in the pit of your stomach wants to either push him away and make a joke, tell him to “knock it off, mate,” … or, much preferred, grab him by his stupid bloody shirt collar and give him a proper kiss, tongues and all. Haul him right back into your bed and ride him until you are both screaming.

He hovers over you, and your eyes meet, his dilating as if he reads where your thoughts slid, and with a sharp inhale, he pulls back and folds a lip under his teeth as if forbidding himself from taking action, too.

You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and nod your farewell, burrowing deeper under the duvet, not wanting to see him to the door, not wanting a more stilted goodbye than it already is. You both know there is a shit-ton you need to talk about, but neither of you is capable of the intellectual space to unpack it at 6:30 am on a Friday morning.

As you hear your front door snick closed, you take a deep breath and reach for your phone. To contact the only person who might even begin to understand how seismic this is. 

—

“Holy shit!!” Kate shrieks, startling Anthony from his slumber.

“What?!? What is it?!?” he sits bolt upright, half-asleep but panicked, her tone causing bile to rise in his throat. Whatever it is has to be serious.

“It fucking happened!” she exclaims, clutching her phone to her chest, an almost maniacal grin claiming her beautiful features as she leans back against the headboard and kicks her feet up gleefully.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Anthony urges, anxiety rolling off him in waves.

She thrusts her phone towards him, and he snatches it, alarmed. There is a pause while he reads a text, and then he sighs, slumping his head into his hands.

“Kate,” he exhales, rubbing his eyes, “for fucks sake. I thought the world was bloody ending! Or at least someone had fucking died. Not that my brother had sex.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Kate retorts, taking back custody of her device and staring at him as if he is some alien creature. “Our best friends just fucked. HOW IS THAT NOT WORLD-CHANGING NEWS, VISCOUNT ANTHONY BRIDGERTON?!?”

Anthony slumps back onto his pillow with a huge sigh. “Okay, no need to whole name me. I thought you said it was bound to happen someday?” he stifles a yawn as he asks it.

“Yeah, so?! This is still huge news,” she argues, gesturing wildly, absolutely nonplussed by his total lack of reaction.

Anthony hums noncommittally, closing his eyes. Just then, his phone starts vibrating on his bedside table; the display lit up with a photo of his brother's drunken face.

“Is that him?! Get all the gossip!! I need deeeeeetails!!” Kate swats his bicep affectionately.

Anthony rolls his eyes and clicks the green button.

“No one I know would call at this hour,” he grouses in lieu of hello.

 —

Benedict spends most of the ride in your building’s lift with his head pressed into the cold mirrored surface, eyes screwed shut, wondering if the world could swallow him up so he doesn’t have to think about anything. It takes every fibre of his willpower not to run back, fling your damn door open and bury himself inside you again. But that might make it weirder.

There's only one voice of reason he can think of.

“I know I'm sorry…” he replies abashedly to his brother's less-than-cheery greeting.

“So uhh, it happened, eh?” Anthony cuts to the chase, and Benedict realises you must have already contacted Kate. “How was it?”

“It was good. REALLY good. But then, this morning, it was like we didn't know what to say to each other. I just had to get out of there before I did something stupid like suggest we do it again. SHIT!! I have no idea what to do.” 

“You want to come over for breakfast?” Anthony asks, then raises his eyes to a frantic Kate, making a cutting motion. Anthony can only surmise she has just offered the same to you.

“No, I'm not up to eating. I'm just going to get a coffee and a shower and try not to think about whether I've just fucked up the best friendship I've ever had…” he sighs.

Anthony shakes his head at Kate as she sighs in relief. ��Listen, so maybe it didn't work out. It would have been great if it did, but…” Anthony shrugs and mouths, ‘What?’ at Kate, as she smacks his arm and gesticulates wildly.

“Hang up before you make it worse,” she growls as mutely as possible. Anthony knows better than to argue with that face. Last time, he ended up on the sofa for two nights.

“I've uh got to go, but we’ll talk later, okay?” Anthony offers.

“Sure,” Benedict trails off and hangs up.

“God….” Anthony flops onto the mattress, already disliking the day that has barely begun. “Tell me I will never have to be out there again,” he sighs, turning his head to look at Kate.

A beautiful smirk claims her face, and he is pleasantly surprised when she swings a leg over and straddles him, leaning in.

“Baby,” she breathes seductively into his ear, “you will never have to be out there again,” she adds silkily.

And suddenly, his morning is a thousand times better.

—

“It was a mistake,” you blurt out, unable to handle the silence any longer.

You have met Benedict for dinner at Pierre Victoire —something about their Beaujolais and Entrecote Steak et Frites just what you need to face this encounter; hence, it was your suggested spot. But you have barely exchanged a word since greeting each other.

A look of surprise briefly clouds his face, and then he agrees, perhaps a little too enthusiastically for your taste.

“I’m so glad you think so. I couldn’t agree more,” he gusts, a hand clamping over his heart in seeming relief at the break in tension. “I’m not saying it wasn’t great….,” he adds.

“It was,” you cut in, somehow needing him to know that more than anything.

He nods and continues, “It really was…we just should never have done it.”

“Agreed,” you chime in, mirroring his big exhale like a burden has been lifted.

“I’m so relieved,” he sighs as the waiter puts down your steaks.

And somehow, you are back to silence, unsure what else to say to each other. In fact, it stays like that for what feels like an age.

“It’s so nice to be able to sit with someone and not have to talk,” he opines at some point halfway through dinner.

All you can do is nod and take a huge gulp of wine.

Difficult, difficult, lemon, difficult.

—

“Okay, so most of the time when you sleep with someone new, you’re just getting to know each other; you have stories to tell,” you puff, feeling like you are dying.

Kate has dragged you to SoulCycle for a ‘fuckfest postmortem’ first thing the next day. It’s Saturday morning, and frankly, right now, you are wishing she was more of a Bellini-brunch-at-a-gastropub kind of person. She used to be; it's her drive to be ultra fit for her wedding that is at fault - it somehow now being a danger to your health.

“Sure…” she nods, looking enviably unsweaty and beautiful in her tiny lycra outfit. 

“But with him, we know all of each other's stories already. So once we had sex, it was like we just didn’t know what else to say to each other,” you struggle out.

“Hmmm,” Kate hums distractedly, checking her Apple Watch.

“Maybe you get to a certain point in a relationship where it’s just too late to have sex, y’know?” you shrug, certain a coronary is about to happen. To the point, you are almost grateful when your shoe slips off the pedal and you fall to the floor in an undignified puddle.

Yup, that seems about right.

—

“Is she bringing anyone to the wedding?” Benedict asks, pulling on the brocade waistcoat handed to him by the kindly old gent.

“Really, you want to do this? Here? Now?” Anthony shoots back exasperated, gesturing pointedly to his full white-tie outfit.

It's three weeks after the ‘incident’, as they have taken to calling it, and the boys are getting suited up for the wedding at the same outfitters on Savile Row that the Bridgertons have been going to for generations. One of those old-fashioned wood-panelled places that doesn't even have a real sign outside. 

“I was just asking…” he replies, defensive.

Anthony sighs. “She is seeing some software developer,” he admits, fiddling with some cufflinks. “I don't think it's that serious; Kate says he's not coming to the wedding.”

“What’s he like?” Benedict inquires, and Anthony wants to laugh at how badly he is masking his obvious jealousy with faux indifference.

“Rich, handsome, intelligent, athletic—your basic nightmare,” Anthony shrugs.

The sour face Benedict pulls tells him everything Anthony could ever want to know about just how bad his little brother has it.

—

BB: Miss you, Bluey.

It’s never a good idea to text at 1:30 a.m. Especially not someone you’ve been too embarrassed to contact for a month. And especially when you are pretty drunk and hiding in the toilets of a nightclub, avoiding your inebriated younger brother, Colin, on his birthday. Except here Benedict is, doing precisely that, chewing on his nail, awaiting a response.

Y/N: Bluey….?

Ah, shit.

In his drunken state, he temporarily forgot that’s a private nickname he’s given you. His lovely, little blue lobster. He doubts you even remember that FaceTime call all those months ago. He is trying to find a witty excuse when another message pops up.

Y/N: Miss you too, Nudey-face.

He barks a laugh, still entertained that you find his lack of a beard amusing, even though it's been nine months since he shaved it off.

Y/N: Don’t like that? I've got others…

BB: Oh, this ought to be good.

Y/N: Apple-guzzler

Y/N: Dance-ninja

Y/N: Half-assed-peeping-tom

He is giggling, something in his being so fizzy and light that you have slipped right back into your old ways of texting as if nothing happened. 

Y/N: Duvet-hog

That last one makes his heart leap, and his chest constricts, memories of your magical night together flooding back. Something wistful tugging in his gut; the idea that you could have more nights of fantastic sex as well as this fun, playful dynamic he has missed so much. But then he recalls with a bitter taste that you have apparently moved on. Emboldened, he decides to tackle that elephant in the room, whiskey doing the typing as much as he is.

BB: I hear you might have a +1 for the wedding…?

The three dots appear twice over, but then nothing. After eight minutes - he counts - he sighs and slips his phone back into his pocket.

Ah, fuck.

—

You chew your lip. Guilt burning behind your ribs, even as you know it’s ridiculous to feel as such. Part of you feels a hollow victory that he was the one to reach out first, but you know it’s pure liquid courage. Kate texted an hour ago that she had dipped out of Colin’s party, leaving all the brothers worse for wear. 

Twice you try to craft a response to his last message, simple then jokey, but both feel wrong. You decide it’s better to not respond. At least not at almost two in the morning with that possible plus one lying asleep next to you. It’s not even something you have broached with him, going to the wedding, and now you’re sure you don’t want him there. He’s nice, but you know it’s a rebound thing—an ego boost, a mildly pleasant distraction at most.

—

“Wear the fucking penises, you coward!” Kate slurs bossily, handing you the cheap plastic deeley boppers with glittery gold cocks.

You sigh. “Fine. But don’t blame me if they don’t let us into this place,” you grumble, tugging your coat tighter around your body and bouncing on your strappy-heeled sandals, trying to fight off the seasonal chill.

This is Kate's hen party weekend in Bath, and it’s not going as you’d planned. After the pampering spa day and fancy meal you had arranged as maid of honour, the evening has descended into debauchery. Her sister Edie had booked a male stripper who was almost traumatised by just how feral Kate turned after the vodka luge (also an Edie addition). Now you are all queued up outside some cheesy nightclub that wasn’t on the cards, but Kate insisted.

“How’s your fancy man?” Eloise asks, bumping you with her shoulder and winking. 

“Meh,” you shrug noncommittally, unwilling to confess that you dumped him the morning after Benedict texted.  “How’s the Bridgerton clan?”

Eloise pulls a face. “Colin and Pen are fucking too loudly. Hy had a new hobby, taxidermy. Yeah exactly. Greg is now into karate. Oh, and a friend is trying to put the moves on Ben. You know, the usual family ridiculousness…”

“Yeah?” You try to hide your acerbic reaction; part of you is desperate to know more, but another part never wants to hear anything about any woman he may be with.

“Yeah, she’s a baker.” Eloise continues, kicking a stone into the gutter. “She makes 3,000 trifles a week…”

“We’re in!!” Kate yells triumphantly as the bouncer unhooks the velvet rope in front of you.

“But Ben doesn’t even like custard….” you mutter, frowning, as unseen by you, all the girls exchange knowing looks before piling into the club.

— 

“Eloise’s friend still hitting on you?” Colin leans in, smirking.

Anthony’s stag do is a paintballing weekend. Colin had lobbied hard for a sleazy weekend in Vilnius, but Anthony had baulked, far too scared of Kate’s reaction to that idea. So here they all are, being rained on and sitting in a muddy ditch somewhere in Berkshire. 

“I don't know the polite way to say fuck off,” Benedict professes, screwing one eye shut to stare down the barrel of the rifle. 

“Why not have some casual fun?” Colin shrugs, reloading his paintball gun.

“Because when I asked her what she was doing when Boris resigned, she said, ‘Oh, I don't know, was he your assistant or something?’” he deadpans, with a terrible impression, unable to hide his disgust at her ignorance.

“No!” Colin guffaws, disbelieving.

“Exactly…” Benedict retorts, but it morphs into a pained yelp as a paintball smacks heavily into his chest.

“You’re dead motherfucker!!!!” Anthony yells, materialising from nowhere, a Rambo-style headband and vest in place, camouflage streaked across his face, seemingly having the time of his life. He ducks and sprints away before anyone can retaliate.

“Aren't we on the same team?” Colin scowls wearily, watching his retreating figure darting between the trees.

“Yeah….” Benedict sighs, staring at the bright pink splotch and already feeling a bruise blooming on his sternum. 

Just bloody great…

—

The wedding day. Kate looks beautiful. Aubrey Hall looks beautiful. The weather is beautiful—a crisp autumnal day with the trees at peak colour all over the grounds, golds and fiery reds glowing in the sunshine. It’s all too much, frankly. 

Then, to top it all off, Benedict walks in wearing his custom-fitted best man’s outfit, and you almost trip over your damn feet, even standing entirely still. You haven’t seen him in person since that awkward dinner, and you quickly duck behind a pillar before he can spot you as he takes his place in the processional. It’s only when you reach the doorway that you realise he’ll be standing right next to Ant as you walk up the aisle alone. 

I need wine… lots of wine…

His eyes bore into you as you take the slow, silly shuffle that you are required to. A weight on your being that seems to slice through right you, and the claret red silk you wear. You feel you deserve a medal when you make it without stumbling on your heels. You shake your shoulders fractionally as you take your place facing him, a frisson in your spine that feels dangerous.

‘You look beautiful,’ he seems to mouth as the bridal procession pipes up while everyone else’s attention cuts to the doorway. And fuck do you wish he were either a thousand miles away or less than an inch from you, his breath ghosting warm over your skin….

—

The reception is in full swing, the band playing and people dancing when a familiar scent that makes your heart leap fills your nostrils. 

“Hi…” it's soft, almost hesitant, as he pulls up beside you.

“Hello…” you try to modulate to casual, but it probably comes off as mildly haughty.

“Beautiful ceremony,” he offers, both of your eyes tracking Kate and Anthony as they dance, blissfully absorbed in each other, radiating joy.

“It was,” you concur politely.

A waiter materialises with a tray of canapes, and you take one, but you don't eat it; just spin the skewer in your hand. Something to fiddle with to deal with the discomfort.

God, I miss the way we used to be…

“How have you been?” you ask a little stiffly.

“Fine,” he offers, and you can tell from a mere sideways glance that he’s lying.

“Why can’t we get past this? This awkwardness. Are we going to carry this around forever??” you blurt out. It's exasperation, not words you have thought carefully about, just a knee-jerk response to your own frustration about how weird things are compared to how they used to be. 

“Forever?! It just happened!” he exclaims, his hands gesturing in frustration. 

Seeing that you are drawing the attention of people nearby, you spin around and walk out of the room. If this is all going to come out now, which apparently your brain has decided it will, you prefer it not to be witnessed by friends and family. Or be a talking point at your best friend's wedding.

“It happened five weeks ago!” you argue over your shoulder as you stalk down a narrow hallway beyond where the guests are mingling. You know that is not a long time in the grand scheme of things, but feeling the need to argue your corner.

“Yeah, well, you must live in dog years cos it sure as fuck didn't take you very long to find someone else. Obviously, it meant nothing to you,” he spits out, a world of hurt behind the spite in his tone.

You stop dead and spin around, an ache in your chest that is pure indignance mixed with self-hatred for how right he is. He can always hit the bullseye every bloody time when it comes to knowing you better than you know yourself. That fling was a classic rebound, an outlet for your frustrations. Moreover, a distraction from letting yourself spiral about how petrified you are that things will never be the same between you and Benedict and how you feel utterly powerless to fix it, even if you can never bring yourself to regret it. It was too spectacular for that. 

“Meant nothing to me?!” you hiss, having to temper your urge to scream. “Really?! You are the one who left! That very next morning, you couldn't wait to get out of there. Who the fuck has a breakfast meeting about art? You are such a liar and a coward!”’ you raise your voice, all your emotions about it finally bubbling over. 

“I didn't walk out!” he argues, frowning.

“No, sprinted is more like it!” you bite back bitterly, then turn your heel again, furiously tossing your untouched canape into the first rubbish bin you see. 

You flounce down a stone staircase at the back of Aubrey Hall, his footsteps loud behind you, ending up in the kitchens, bustling with catering people. 

“We both agreed it was a mistake!” he points out angrily.

“Worst mistake I ever made!” you hurl at him, uncaring of the catering staff around you, watching you both as if a soap opera, eyes pinging back and forth like it's a damn tennis match.

“What do you want from me?” he asks, holding his hands up.

“I don't want anything from you!” you lie, wanting to throw yourself at him. He looks so good in his crisp, tailed suit that it takes every effort not to.

“Let's clear something up,” he starts, jabbing his finger pointedly at the ground to his side. “I did not come over that night to make love to you. That is not why I came over. I came over to look after a friend, you asked me to. But you came onto me, and it took every ounce of my being to say no. You were drunk and emotional; I couldn't take advantage like that. But then, when you sobered up, you looked at me with those big, soft eyes and kissed me. And for fucks sake. What was I supposed to do?! I am only human…” you are transfixed by the vein pulsing in his neck and hate yourself for just how aroused you are by it, by this, by this argument, this fire between you.

“What are you saying?!? That I was a pity fuck?!” 

You know full well that is not what he's saying at all, but you just can’t help but poke the proverbial beast. Wanting to goad him into something. Ideally, kissing you senseless.

“There you are!!!” 

You both turn around to see Anthony in the doorway, well, more accurately, leaning heavily on the doorframe, apparently quite tipsy. You have no idea how much he may have overheard. “I've been looking all over for you shits. Kate is mad you disappeared. Sent me off to find you. Ooh, I did it. I’ll get an excellent husband gold star, won't I?” he perks with a triumphant arm raise, and you realise he's probably had a lot of champagne and no food.

Both you and Benedict exchange looks, knowing your window of opportunity to hash this out just slammed shut. 

Benedict wraps an arm around his sibling’s shoulder. “Come on then, brother. Can't keep the bride waiting. Let's go,” he accommodates, steering them towards the steps with a glance back at you that is weighted. 

You trail behind as they walk back to the reception, lingering so you are not drawn into any conversation. By the time you enter the room, Anthony is back at Kate’s side as she is making a toast to the crowd. Benedict is still hovering near the door off to the side, almost as if waiting for you.

“Everybody, I'd like to make a toast to our maid of honour and best man. To y/n and Benedict,” she raises her glass towards you, and everyone turns to see you both standing awkwardly about six feet apart. “If Anthony or I found either one of them remotely attractive, we would not be here today. So thank you!” 

The crowd laughs along good-naturedly, and all raise their glasses to you. Kate tilts her head sideways with that beautiful but shit-eating grin she uses when stirring up trouble before taking a swig, staring at you challengingly. Almost as if she can read exactly what has just transpired, or maybe Anthony told her something of what he saw. Either way, You can feel Benedict's eyes on you as you attempt bemusement at her toast and nod with a brittle smile.

Just fucking great…

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[kayhi808]

Billy Mine - Act 2.14

After a rough morning at the hospital, Bill barking at everyone. And I get it. He was shot. He's in a lot of pain. He's uncaffeinated. The police dropped by to take his statement from the night before, which didn't make him in a better mood. We're finally back at his place. I got him cleaned, fed & drugged up. I had to threaten him with bodily harm. He's so hard-headed.

I was planning to spend the weekend, so I had my bag in the trunk of his car. Frank had it delivered a while ago. I was able to shower & get comfortable. I made myself at home on the other side of Billy's bed with my laptop. I didn't want to stray too far in case he woke up & needed something. I only just found him again, and came way to close to losing him last night.

Billy fidgets & groans in his sleep. I put my laptop to the side & try to gently keep him still. He wakes blinking at me, "Bunny."

"Hey." He snaked his arm around my waist to pull me down to his side. "How are you feeling?"

His arm tightens around me, "Better now." I snuggle into him smiling. "Thank you for staying with me."

"Of course. I wouldn't let you go through this alone. You saved my life."

"They were going after the Senator. I got hit with a stray bullet."

"But I was with my Dad. Secret Service shoved me out of the way to get to him. You're the one that came for me," my voice breaking. "You pulled me out dangers way."

"I only got my Bunny back. No way am I going to lose you."

I flip over onto my stomach so I can look at him, "I love you, Billy. I always have. I never stopped. Since that first day at Ray of Hope."

"You were always smarter than me." Brushing a strand of hair behind my ear, "I love you, too, Bunny."

Epilouge....

Autumn is just beginning to hit New York. The weather is cooling and it's one of the last weekends to squeeze in a picnic in Central Park.

"Jenna, that's far enough. Come back, baby." My 3yr old looks back at me laughing, scrunching her nose, looking so much like her father. Tapping Billy's thigh, "Babe, grab her. She's heading to the water." Billy jumps up to chase after the love of his life. She see's Billy get up & she squeals & runs. Billy easily catches up with her. He scoops her up, blowing raspberries on her chubby belly. She screams & giggles grabbing at Billy's bearded cheeks.

"Papa!!" I dust my bottom off to go save my daughter. "Mommy, help!" She ends it with another scream as Billy blows another loud raspberry. "Mommy!"

Smiling and laughing, she leans away from Billy giving me grabby hands. I take her and prop her on my hip as she snuggles into my neck. "I got you, baby," dropping kisses on her. Soon she's wiggling to be let down. I put her down & she's grabbing Billy's hand, "See duckies, pwease," pointing to the pond.

We make our way to the water's edge so she can see the ducks. The ducks are always a draw. Other kids are at the water's edge and she joins the group. Billy pulls me back against him wrapping his arms around me. We stand watching our little girl. Jenna's living the life Billy and I always dreamed of when we were little.

A little dark haired boy joins the group and Jenna breaks out into the biggest smile. Billy tense up, recognizing that smile. "Hell no," he whispers. He hurries to grab his baby but she's already running over to the little boy. She grabs his hand, smiling up at him, "Mine."

@idaofinfinity @imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend @russosafehaven @e-dubbc11 @bustlingcrowdsxorxsilentsleepers @snowkestrel @terry2227 @jvanilly

[rockitmans]

Another Thursday, another WIP Wednesday 😌

I was tagged by @forabeatofadrum @special-bc-ur-part-of-it and @shame-is-a-wasted-emotion. Thank you 💖

The RWRB is shaping up. I'm four chapters down and have just gone back to make some edits to chapter two so here's a lil snippet from that:

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"Alright, pipsqueak, listen up," Santana says, all business. "I've been up all night trying to work around your fuck up and I am terminally uncaffeinated not to mention incredibly pissed off. So you are going do me the decency of trying your absolute darndest to make this work, otherwise I will not hesitate to catapult you into the sun, President mom or not. Understood?"

Blaine nods. 

"First things first. The palace and White House are going to release a joint statement explaining that this was all just a huge misunderstanding. A simple accident. A moment of pure boyish frivolity."

"Which it was."

"And that there is a absolutely no bad blood between you."

"I suppose so."

"In fact, you and Prince Kurt have actually been close personal friends for many years."

"And now you've lost me."

[bellaxgiornata]

When I remember I scheduled a hike for this morning but didn't factor in that post-crossfit full body muscle pain from two days ago. And then the husband asks if I'm ready to go and I am once again uncaffeinated for this journey of physical exertion.

Oh, and I also skipped ahead and started writing a bit of drunk Matt already for "The Boy's Night at Josie’s" for FFTD because I couldn't wait to write him any longer. And I...may be contemplating another Matt Murdock x Reader series that I have been dying to write for months that involves the multiverse...but I already have so many Matt Murdock stories I am drowning in...

[fan-of-young-royals]

Does anybody want to send me asks? They can be about anything!

I made an error with tea (don’t be like me, check to see if you’ve made caffeinated or uncaffeinated tea before you drink it) and am so hyper it’s ridiculous so I’m going to be awake for a while😂

[fooltofancy]

it's been AT LEAST two months, but both @ejunkiet and @pearl-kite tagged me in whatever the heck this was, so. will keeps tags to myself since i'm so, so late.

3 ships: am sort of notoriously not a shipper, but arthur/eames is essentially why i had a tumblr in the first place, so there's that. haurchefant/aymeric makes my brain go 🤔 rn so u can have that as well.

first ever ship: genuinely could not tell you, this is the least engaging part of my brain, unfortunately.

last song: phone spotify says bang bang by hippocampus

last movie: uhhhhhh the john wicks again a couple of weeks ago, i think?

currently reading: have just finished stolen heir by holly black 'cause i'm tryna ease back into putting words in my brain

currently watching: catching up on the ravening war

currently consuming: just so much water. so much. i am so uncaffeinated and am in mourning.

currently craving: sleep

[daechwitatamic]

okay i just woke up, i am uncaffeinated but let's liveblog this thing.

disclaimer that I am an american english-speaker and I am using translations found online and also probably miss MANY references (that I can't wait to read about when people smarter than me start posting them!!!!)

Yun - I threw myself on the ground over the FIRST LINE jaisjfkahf omfg listen to himmmm i am ruined my life is over. My favorite lyric is "A finger pointed at a mountain, saying that's where I need to go next" - it reminds me of the lyric from The Dirty Projectors "on top of every mountain there was a great longing - for another, even higher mountain"... about always having your eyes on what's next, never being satisfied with what you accomplished already. Fifteen stars, will keep this one in the rotation for a long, long, long time.

Still Life - I love how many of his rhymes in this one hop between languages! (which is the sign of a genius but wbk)

All Day - oh i'm gonna be singin his "oh-kay" in the car asjfhaskjfhajksfhjasfh is "they've got you by your balls and your socioeconomics" actually the lyric?!!!!!!!!!!!!! i'm screaming. i hate him and i love him hahahahaha WE GOT DYNAMITE IN OUR DNA STFUUUUU I'M SOBBING ON MY COUCH AT 6AM

Forg_tful - screaming in the first three seconds again this sound is afksnuakhfkjafh omggg???????? i love it i love it i love it i love it. omg it's so pretty omg.

Closer - ahhhhh the sound is so goood!!!!!! i love this one!!

Change pt 2 - did he sneak in a little agust d reference there or am i crazy? ALSO THIS BEAT WHAT THE FUUUUCK i love ittt

Lonely - poor babie :( :( :( i'll call you, joonie, send the digits

Hectic - I actually almost like Colde's verse best in this one?! i feel like a traitor lolllll

Wildflowers - look, I fuckin' predicted that I would make this track my entire life and i did not lie. This is who i am not. Jo is no more. omfg. these lyrics. "Nights the beating of my heart kept me up / The mournful crescent moon hung beyond the window" NAMJOON MARRY ME. "Amongst the flowers without names / I can't go to the stars again, I can't" i get goosebumps the second this track starts like it is EVERYTHING.

NO. 2 - love this one too!!!!! her voice is great!

OKAY top tracks for me are Wildflowers obv, Yun, Forg_tful, Closer, and Change pt 2!

i FULLY can't catch up on my dash today so if you had thoughts, poke me!!!

[asteralpine]

Spent basically all summer not drinking caffeine (because I was waking up too late in the day) *.

Went back to a single daily Monster (or La Colombe Triple Draft, which has a similar caffeine content) when I went back to work. Now my joints are killing me.

Am I caffeine-intolerant now?! Will I have to get through my workdays UNCAFFEINATED?

I'm going to go without it for as long as possible tomorrow (though I'll probably bring a can of SOMETHING to work just in case) and see how that goes. Because I cannot function with this pain. :(

*Though I drank it daily while on the cruise so... Hm.

[jamiegeode]

Thanks for the tag Rey!!

Last song: Listen When You Miss Me by Naethan Apollo

Fav color: generally green or red, specifically a certain shade of grey blue that reminds me of my favorite type of weather!

Watching: I just started Sherlock Hound and the original Doctor Who!

Savory, sweet, spicy. I think I like spicy on its own the least, but they’re all better when the flavors are balanced

Relationship status: so in love, like holy shit, I want to do taxes with them. I want to just exist, I want to draw and bug him to ask which color palette is better. I want to talk about nothing for hours. I am finding myself falling deeper and deeper in love every moment I think of him. Anyways.

Current obsession: Wolf 359, or the bag I’m crocheting out of single use grocery bags. I listen while I work

Favorite Boardgame: ooh i am not sure. But my favorite card game is Dutch Blitz!!!

Coffee or tea: Tea, preferably not flower based(allergies) and uncaffeinated or low caffeine. Chocolate mint or plain mint are my go-tos

Favorite piece of clothing: ok so I haven’t worn it much and I currently don’t have a ton of stuff that goes with it, but there’s a grey vest that I got from a show I was in that I absolutely adore, I plan to make/thrift more stuff that goes with it as time goes on!

Last movie I watched: I believe it was either My Neighbor Totoro or Oceans 11

Dogs or Cats: I don’t know, if I had to choose I’d say cats bc they’re better at taking care of themselves(grooming, using litter boxes, ect) and I’m bad at remembering to take care of critters when I don’t have half a dozen alarms on my phone.

Tagging @the-gayest-tree-you-ever-did-see @geolato @simpsimpsiiimp @frostseeker-draws @kyathedino and anyone else who’d like to join!!

tagged my beloved @dearreader thank you sm 😭😭

the last song i listened to: in too deep by sum 41

favorite color: black

currently watching: attack on titan

spicy/savory/sweet: sweet > spicy > savoury

relationship status: dating the coolest girl to ever exist <3

current obsession: sword art online, taylor swift, tattoos, my chemical romance. think attack on titan is a new hyperfixation for sure

favorite board game: SCRABBLE. also monopoly, also dnd if it counts.

coffee or tea: tea

favorite piece of clothing i own: my eras tour hoodie or my black lacy leathery sparkly lingerie set. usually worn together.

last movie i watched: it was either tron or highlander (i think) (don’t judge me)

dogs or cats: cats :3 obligatory missy pics + niko

tagging: @approximateknowledge @singlethread @xeolf @slut-kiss-g1rl @ anyone else who wants to do this sorry i’m bad at urls 😭😭😭😭

[hmslusitania]

Please fix it

Sorry for the slight delay, Anon. And Ive taken the liberty of assuming that by “it” you meant the lack of official breakups in 4x14, because otherwise I have no context for this message.

Also, side note, I am sick in bed and wrote all of this in my phone, uncaffeinated (sp????) so like. Apologies in advance for any incoherent nonsense.

Thing is, Eddie’s life has flashed before his eyes more times than he’d usually care to think about. He hadn’t really expected it to be any different this time, but it had been.

It would be a gross overstatement to say he’d seen the future while he lay bleeding out in the street, but he’d seen Buck - Buck’s face covered in blood, his eyes so wide and broken-looking - and he’d felt the metal of his St Christopher’s medal around his neck and he’d seen the future he wanted. All those nights the three of them had spent together watching movies, playing games, simply being together as a family. That was all he wanted going forward. His family with the people he loves most.

So it’s a bit of a kick in the teeth when he wakes up in the hospital and Ana is there. She calls Buck as soon as Eddie asks for him and he gets there as soon as he can - which is soon enough that if Eddie weren’t drugged up to his eyes he’d be concerned about the number of traffic laws Buck has presumably broken. And it’s a body blow when Buck says that it should’ve been him who got shot, not Eddie.

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[ablumeforflora]

"I kind of like it when you threaten me."

Flora couldn’t hold back the bubble of laughter that burst from her, fixing Henry with a look that suggested she wasn’t exactly surprised. Their relationship was love/hate at the moment, that was for certain. Sometimes she couldn’t decide if she wanted to rip off his clothes or rip off his head. 

“Why am I not surprised by that? You got some kind of kink for violence, Dunne? Or is it a powerful woman that really does it for you? You’re the boss all day and you want someone else to be in charge for a change?” She teased, nudging his arm with her elbow. “Don’t tell me you just like being bitched at?” She knew he liked to wind her up, hence where her threats came from, but she had to admit that she enjoyed doing the exact same thing back to him. Getting under each other’s skin was like a weird competition for the both of them. 

“I stand by what I said though, I will kick your ass if you steal my coffee in the morning like you did the last time you stayed over. You think I’m tetchy now, just wait until I’m uncaffeinated first thing.” “I’ll be out the door before you can even catch me, sparky.”  “Mm, but you’re forgetting that we work in the same office. I’ll hunt you down.” “There you go threatening me again - were you not listening to what I just said?” Henry slid his arms around her middle, tucking her in closer before he decided to pinch playfully at her waist and nestle into her the crook of her neck.  “I won’t hunt you down in a sexy way.” The smirk on her face betrayed her when she replied, and she was fighting the urge not to giggle and squirm like an idiot. But it was so hard to fight. As much as Henry incensed her sometimes, she also couldn’t remember a time when she’d felt so happy and comfortable in someone else’s company. It was a weird cocktail of feelings. 

And that was when he began kissing her neck, erasing pretty much every thought of hypothetical revenge she could cook up in her petty little brain.