#i'll write day 11 tomorrow morning

[sezja]

Febuwhump Day 10: Difficulty Breathing Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV Characters/Ship: Sanson Smyth/Guydelot Thildonnet Triggers/Content warnings: n/a

Part One, Part Two

There isn't any sense in it, Sanson fumes, frowning at the half-complete report as though it were personally responsible for his frustration. No sense at all. Why would he just-

Three days! Three entire days!

Going out of his way to vanish rather than suffer being assigned any duties regarding the Ala Mhigan delegation was something Sanson would have expected from Guydelot when they first met - but it seems wildly irresponsible of him now, and uncharacteristically cruel to Sanson in the bargain. The Order seems determined to burden him with the bulk of the delegation's security, running him ragged ensuring their route from Gyr Abania is fully guarded, their rooms in the city itself are fully secure, their escorts properly vetted and trusted...

What a time for Guydelot, his trusted lieutenant, to make himself so thoroughly scarce!

And it isn't enough for him to simply hide during the day; no, their bed has been conspicuously empty every night, with Sanson left to wonder what he's done to offer offense this time. He tries to recall if Guydelot had been moody or ill-tempered before he'd set out for his usual evening stroll three days ago...

No, he'd been smiling, Sanson recalls; smiling and teasing about the amount of work Sanson was burying himself in - he'd been on his way to a lengthy meeting about the Ala Mhigan delegation, he remembers, and lamented privately that he couldn't accompany his bard for the evening. Nor did he know when he would be getting home.

He'd been surprised to find the house dark when he did finally return home - no Guydelot to be found. Nor had he returned when the morning came, an unwelcome sunrise greeting Sanson after a long, sleepless night.

Why?

Belatedly, reluctantly, Sanson's mind winds itself down a darker path.

What if...

What if something had happened to Guydelot?

But that's preposterous, he thinks, shaking his head. Guydelot always went armed; he knows the Shroud too well to risk being caught without his bow and harp. And a bard of his skill - why, they've not yet faced a threat his bard couldn't handle, and usually more deftly than Sanson himself. If his silver tongue couldn't get him out of a tight spot, then surely his skill at arms could. Sanson's entire approach to their work in the field has come to rely heavily on the knowledge that Guydelot can take care of himself.

So why, then, does he feel a sudden brush of foreboding?

He stares at the report before him, unseeing. Has Guydelot been a touch jumpy of late? Sanson had been too preoccupied to ask about it, presuming if something was troubling the bard, surely he'd say something. Surely.

Or... Matron save him; what if Guydelot had said something, and Sanson had been too busy thinking about work to hear it?

His throat feels tight; his chest aches.

Guydelot...

He stands, pushing himself sharply out of his chair; he needs to move, needs to think. He settles for pacing, back and forth across the narrow confines of his office. Perhaps... perhaps he ought to send word to Jehantel - if Guydelot had set out on some journey to escape from drudgery, he'd have surely left word with Jehantel! But then, he'd have surely left a note, too...

Perhaps that's it; perhaps Guydelot has left him a note, and he's simply overlooked it.

No, but Guydelot knows him too well; he'd know precisely where to leave it-

Sanson plucks his journal from its place on his desk, anxiously flipping through the pages, desperate to find some clue tucked between the pages. His breathing comes hard now, as though every breath must be hard-won, a battle for every second.

No note tumbles out of the pages, and he finds no message scribbled by his lover in the margins. Nothing. Guydelot left no note.

He sets the journal down, dejected, his heart slamming against his ribs.

You're being paranoid, Sanson scolds himself, resting his hands on the desk, on either side of his journal. Jumping at shadows! Like as not he'll walk in this very moment, ready to tease you for fretting over nothing.

He waits, holding his breath.

One heartbeat. Two.

The door remains stubbornly, horribly closed.

He breaths out a shuddering, painful sigh. Fear crowds in, shoving practicality and reason aside.

Guydelot, he thinks, beginning to fear the worst. Guydelot, where are you?

[stereax]

woohoo spiraling out of control right now (what else is new really I've been fucked up and spiraling for weeks now) and trying to figure out reasons not to delete my tumblr and discord and myself along the way

but you know. talking about myself on my blog automatically means I'm attention seeking and fishing for pity right? should just shut up and stick to the news eh, it's all I'm good for :D

anyway if you need me I'll be in the corner reliving the past, coming to terms with reality, and trying to convince myself I'm not the problem despite every indication to the contrary ✌︎︎

[spookypete-94]

Dark Horse- A Mother

Part 2

Reader is a single mother, working double shifts at a restaurant. Father of the child starts to become a problem while reader is at work and Price offers a solution. Slight age gap between reader around 25 and Price around 35.

How ironic it was to be back at home emptying out the lunchbox that had started it all. Feeling petty that you were angry like it had forgotten its own self on the counter. Taking out the sandwich you had made the night prior and throwing it away. Turkey, cheese, and miracle whip. Abel's favorite. Starting all over, your mind trying to find work as a distraction from the entire day’s events. Lunchbox packed and, in the fridge, note on the door so not to forget it in the start of the chain tomorrow. Work finished.

And then the fleeting thought made its way back to you. Engaged. You were engaged. Something you thought would never happen because you have never had time to consider it, let alone dating.

John had passed you his phone number scribbled on a piece of paper. How very old school of him, you thought to yourself accepting it before placing it in your apron pocket mixed in with your tips. It was now back in your fingertips, passing it around to look at it closer. The man had handwriting of a serial killer... Could you be marrying a serial killer?

Shaking your head, riding yourself of such a thought. No, John was not a serial killer.... least not the kind that stalked its prey and killed the next victim- you told yourself, typing what you thought was the phone number into your phone Never really knowing much about him, you could tell he was at least military, but what exactly?

John? the text you sent to the number hoping you had read it right.

Yes? was the single worded answer. Sighing with relief, you were glad it was him, not ready to keep taking the chance of a random stranger.

I could barely read your writing.

Been told it's bad before. And then a time or two after that. He responded back and you can hear the slight chuckle in his voice.

Get the boy in bed? He messaged right after.

Yes, he's sleeping now. Just got his lunch packed.

Good, you should be in bed too. Oh my god, you thought to yourself now worried he was thinking of you in bed. Glancing at the time, after your nightly routine was done you saw the clock on the wall read almost 11:30. He was probably just being practical.

Heading there now, thank you.

For what?

Everything.

Get some sleep, I'll see you tomorrow afternoon.

Yeah, like you were going to sleep after everything that had happened today. Giving it an attempt, you crawl under the covers after starting the washer to try to get a jump start of the home work load. Closing your eyes, making the room dark, you pretended if anything to get sleep.

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"Abel!" You shouted, pulling the clothes out of the dryer you had moved during your insomnia caused by your worry battle. "Time to get a move on." Grabbing a warm towel, you hung it on the hook outside of the shower.

"We're going to be late." You said still trying to usher him. Watching his little hand slip out past the shower curtain, feeling for the warm towel.

"Thanks momma," he said muffled through the towel.

It wasn't shortly after he found you fully clothed with his bookbag and the condemned lunchbox in your hand by the front door. Slipping on his shoes he took the bag, slipping it over his shoulders, standing up shouting he was ready.

Locking the door behind you, he sprinted down to the sidewalk ready for you. Grin beaming almost as bright as the morning sun.

"Will that man come see you again today?" he asked as you walked next to him.

Struggling to find the courage to answer him, you realized he was paying more attention than you had thought. "He is."

"Will he be there when I get there?"

"Probably, and I think we will be seeing more of him overall."

"Why?"

"Well... him and I are going to get married."

"Married!? Like a mom and a dad together?"

"Yes, but he is not your dad. Your dad will always be your dad."

Abel looked down kicking a rock.

"I wish he was better to you, momma." And your heart fractured at the statement. Your hand found his chin, tilting it up so he looks at you.

"I wish he was too," your voice quietly fighting the tears that stung your eyes, "but take it as a lesson Abel. If you ever find love, be sure to treat them better then what you have been shown."

Abel gave a single nod, understanding the weight of your statement. He has always been a kid that is easy to talk to.

Going your separate ways, he gave your middle a squeeze, head buried in your abdomen before saying goodbye. Leaving you alone to finish your walk on your way to work.

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Coffee pots are already brewing, turning on the grill top and fryer for your cook. You were ready to roll.

Morning shift went quick, the restaurant running like a well-oiled machine from your efforts. No phone calls from the school today, further easing your confidence that everything was going to be alright. Abel with his dad like the custody agreement states while you're at work. That feeling of confidence quickly left you though, as Abel's homeroom teacher walked in. Mrs. Karim. Eyes locking with her, you meant her almost at the front door.

"Everything ok?" You asked familiar enough with her to know she wouldn't have been here for nothing.

"Relax," she said with a warm laugh. "Not everything that happens has to be bad." She teased placing a hand on your shoulder making you take a deep breath in. "I came to bring you something," she said handing you a student made project. It was a heart with 2 paper doors that you could open.

"We made these for Mother's Day, and I really wanted you to see what your son wrote."

Each individual line was something Abel had written about you. A scribble that you could decipher with ease, seeing it change and grow as he got older.

I love my mother because:

She makes sure I have food every day.

She makes sure I have a warm towel after every shower.

She walks me to school every morning.

She hugs and tells me she loves me every day.

She tucks me into bed every night.

Instantly the tears are hot on your face and grinning like the Cheshire cat. How much you loved that boy.

"Thank you," you said wiping your tears off with your hand.

"Figured you needed it," she said patting your shoulder again letting on she knew more then what you thought, but not pestering further. "You're a good mom." Making you nod as she left, continuing about her time off.

Turning around, you saw Kate standing leaning against the counter.

"Can we get one day in without you crying?" she teased.

"Fuck off," you chortled. Stepping past her, you saw John sitting at the said counter. He must of snuck in.

"You, ok?" he asked, hands wrapped around a steaming cup of coffee.

"Yeah," you said sliding the heart to him to look at. "Look, his handwriting looks like yours." You teased implying he had the handwriting of an 8-year-old.

Taking it in his hands he opened the doors of the heart, smiling as he read it too. "Maybe you could give me lessons then." Eyes drifting up to yours as your heartbeat faster, rattling your ribs. They look so blue even through his long brown lashes. A simple “ha-ha” left your mouth unable to find anything else back to say to flirt with him.

"Well, hopefully I can give you something else that makes your day," he said sliding a little black box towards you on the counter. You felt almost dirty accepting it, knowing what was on the inside but still did it anyway. Opening it and looking down, before handing it back to John, unsure of where to go from there.

It was a simple pearl on a gold band. "Was my mother's." He said taking it out of the box, hand extended out for yours. Handing him your left hand, you let him slip it on the ring finger. "Figure if this happening, will make it official." Rendered speechless, you searched to find anything to say.

"What was she like?"

"My mother?"

"Yeah."

"A good mother. Lot like you." He said his answer was plain and simple. His thumb stroking over the back of your hand, back and forth over the ring.

It was like you were made of butterflies and birds. The fluttering beneath your skin, in your chest and stomach, rising and lowering. Were you floating right now? Breaking eye contact, you looked down at your feet grounding yourself. Kate is coming up and giving you a light shoulder check.

"Hate to interrupt your love bird’s moment, but the dinner rush is starting."

"Right," you said fingers squeezing John's hand before getting started. Placing an order for his regular, planning to at least feed him for everything he has done, you got to work taking your tables.

As skilled as you were, you had fumbled a few orders. Forgetting things, not filling drinks right away. But the heavy ring on your finger throws off your game. You would stare at it next to the pen and pad as you would take the order. As simple as it was, it was so beautiful. The glimmer catching your eye every now and then as if you were a bird. Something unfamiliar in the familiar. The lack of tips showed for it. Yes, you were floating because you were riding cloud 9.

Streetlights were starting to come on outside, signaling it was now getting close to closing time. Restaurant now empty, John the only "customer" inside. The door jingling open caught your attention as you saw Abel slip in, heading straight for you. Kneeling you hugged him squeezing him tighter than he was you making him laugh.

"What the fuck is that??" Your ex's voice fills your ears covering the laughter. Glancing up you were shocked to see him in your place of work. Generally, he steered clear, letting you at least have home and work to yourself. But after yesterday he apparently wanted to keep whatever his problem was going.

"What are you talking about?" You asked standing up, slipping Abel behind you, and pushing him lightly to the counter. Thankfully Kate was already waiting for him, hands outstretched with fingers waggling to get him away from verbal altercation.

"On your finger." He said pointing before reaching and snatching for your left hand. Pulling it away from him, you cradled it to your chest. The ring pressed as far inwardly as you could get it.

"Hands off her," John said arm in front of you slowly pushing you behind him like you had just done with Abel. Your right hand rested on his waist, letting him know you were still there with him.

"You can't be serious," your ex said over John's shoulder trying to talk to you.

"The way you treat her ends now. You will no longer be speaking to my soon-to-be wife that way. You'll get your time in court." John said taking a step closer, almost chest to chest.

The door jingled again, and you noticed the three that followed John around standing behind your ex. They crowded him, keeping the situation under control, but willing to turn violent if the time came.

"Why don' ya step outside mate, and have a littl' chat with us?" The biggest one wearing all black said, gripping your ex's shoulder and pulling him out the door.

John followed making you call out to him, "John," your voice warned. "He's still the father to my child."

"Not gonna’ hurt him love, just gonna’ lay down some rules," he said pushing the door open with his back, following his other war dogs outside. He rounded the corner out of your sight.

"You have my heart," Abel said pulling his classroom project to him, breaking you out of your thoughts.

"I always got your heart," you said leaning down kissing his head. "Start your homework while I clean and close up," you said roughing up his hair.

"Ugh...." he groaned, but doing as you said opening his bookbag.

After what felt like an eternity, you watched John come back in the other 3 following in behind him and sitting down at the counter.

"Can I feed them at least?" You asked referring to what they had just done.

"You don' feed the strays," he teased looking down the counter at them. "They ain't staying long anyways. Just enough to lock up and me to walk you home."

"You're walking me home?"

" 'Course I am, my ring your wearing wife to be." he bantered back to you making you go red. Using the excuse to have to go back into the kitchen and fill the mop bucket to hide it. Was useless, hearing the others snicker at your embarrassment.

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If this gets twenty notes by tomorrow (9:40 mst i believe) I'll make cake Hit by SIX AM my timezone. What.

If it gets thirty I'll make cookies Hit by six am again.

If it gets fourty by 6 mst I'll go to bed on time and not doomscroll Also hit when I woke up

And with no specified time limit

If it gets fifty I'll clean my room again

If it gets sixty I'll pick up a sonic game again and not put it down until I beat at least three levels

Seventy and I'll finally get venmo up and running and commissions open

Eighty I'll sew myself some clothes I want Everything fifty to eighty was hit by 9 my timezone.

Ninety I'll pirate Slay the Princess (it's dev approved pirating bc I'm broke) This goal was going to be cancelled but we hit ninety by ten in the crabbing morning. So I'm waiting until I can buy it because I'm riding out my ISaT obsession first.

And one hundred I'll go for a walk every day for a week straight even if i hurt Hit by like 11 my timezone. Sure. I guess I'm doing walks now. Also note 101 was me and doesn't count but fuck it! More goalposts I guess! Reblog this version

120 I'll do a digital painting of a fuckable concept of space for my mutual @onelonelyghost0 like I've been threatening Oh No I have to paint/silly (I'm actually looking forward to it lol)

150 I'll revamp and release a Soul Eater oc I made when I was ten

170 I'll finally write my Warrior Cats essay on "why Power of Three/Omen of the Stars arc is my favorite and handles the story it wants to tell the best but the Prophecies Begin has the best story" like I've wanted to for forever

200 I'll take at least one walk a week for a month no matter the weather (it's snowy in winter where I am)

250 I'll uh fuck ig I'll write an oc i've been working on into a proper story and publish it? It'll be hard bc digital painting but whatever

300 Ha you think we're getting here? 100 was a fluke. If we somehow hit here I'm going to eat three meals a day including breakfast, even on college days, no excuses. If I'm going to abuse Tumblr notes forcing me to do stuff I want to but never would, I'm going to force myself to eat

400 Okay guys this is absurd and we're not getting here. If we do I'm going to come out as trans to my best irl friend (she's not transphobic but one of her closest friends (her ex boyfriend) is. Luckily he's not scary-transphobic, he's just "you're not valid" transphobic and his opinion means nothing to me so I lose nothing by him knowing I'm trans)

Probably won't need more than that and I know this will get buried so @animnightmare Leslie get over here

Also no more than ten reblogs per person

[anakinskwkler]

The endless wait pt.1

Anakinxfem!jedireader

Part 2 coming soon!

Summary: Anakins on a mission for a year without any contact with his secret wife and it's hard for her while he's gone.

(Warnings! None really, maybe some mentions of death and scars in part 2)

After receiving the news from the Council that he would be going to Alderaan for 11 months for a mission, he was devastated. Anakin never wanted to leave you, even on missions that were only a few days long. Now, he was leaving for almost a year. He was dreading telling you.

"Love? Are you here?" He shouts softly as she steps into his quarters. She comes rushing out of the bathroom with a towel in her hand, wiping her face with a wide smile. "Ani! Hi, baby!" She says as she drops the towel and jumps into his arms, his hands resting on her thighs as he smiles at her.

"I missed you today," she says, which makes Anakin dread telling her even more. "I was only gone for a few hours," he says with a forced smile that she notices immediately. "What's wrong?" she asks as she cups his face lightly. "Uh, we need to talk, love." He sets her down, hands still resting on her hips.

Her smile faded slowly as she noticed his serious demeanor. "What's going on?" she asked, slightly panicked. Anakin grabbed her hand gently and led her to the couch. Sitting on the edge of it, he turned his body toward her. "I was assigned a mission...on Alderaan."

He looked up at her to see what her reaction would be. "Okay...what's the mission?" she cautiously asked, locking her eyes on his. "They need me to be a guard at the palace." She let out a breath of relief at his words. "That's easy, right?" Anakin nodded before speaking up again. "Yeah, it is, but...I'm stationed there for eleven months."

She looked stunned at his words. "Eleven months? Y-you'll be gone for eleven months?" she repeated, her mind racing. He noticed her disappointment and quickly but gently cupped her face. "I'll be back before you know it, hun," he assured her. "When do you leave?" she questioned, looking at him with a frown.

"Tomorrow..."

The next morning, they were saying their last goodbyes before Anakin flew to Alderaan. "You know I won't be able to call you, right? My holopad won't work on Alderaan, so I'll have to write to you," Anakin said as he hugged her firmly, rubbing her back softly as his face was buried in her hair.

"Yes, I know," she squeaked out as she held him tightly and close to her. He pulled away to look at her, seeing her red eyes from trying not to cry. Cupping her face, he pressed tender kisses on her forehead, cheeks, and nose before placing an affectionate one on her lips.

"I'm going to miss you so much," she whispers quietly against his lips. "I know...I'll think of you every day, every night, every minute. You'll be on my mind," he whispers before getting called on his comlink. "Anakin, come in, Anakin, we're sending you off earlier than planned. Your ship is leaving in three minutes," one of the clones speaks through the communicator.

He gives her one last hug before leaving. "I love you, Y/N. Never forget that," Anakin whispers as he kisses her temple, then her lips, before exiting her room.

I wasn't going to make a part 2 but I decided I was going to. It'll be out soon!

[legalmente-loca]

Congratulations on the hundred followers to me!!🥳🥳 We are already triple digits and I want to make a special to celebrate!! I have made a list of twenty-five prompts that each of you can choose from. Send me a number and the name of a character i'm currently writing to my inbox and I'll make a drabble of it.

Kisses and thanks!!❤️❤️

1- You dressing like a cowgirl.

2- Giving them a quick kiss every time you pass by them.

3- “Times are different... So do I”

4- First Date.

5- “Why didn't you kill me?” “I could never do that"

6- Movie Night

7- “I don't think you understand.” “You never did.”

8- A puppy!

9- “God damn, how is it possible that I love you?" “For your exquisite taste?”

10- “Congratulations... You're a monster."

11- In labor.

12- Singing in the car.

13- “You said you'd meet me out there tomorrow. But tomorrow never came.”

14- Being stuck somewhere.

15- “I could ruin you.” “You mean... In a kinky way or a bad way?"

16- Your morning routine.

17- “There's definitely something wrong with your head.” “Yes, and they're called traumas.”

18- Listening to Lana del Rey together.

19- “This is not some cheap porn, dude”

20- Jumping on the bed together.

21- “I thought you loved me.” “Me too.”

22- Together on the road.

23- “Is there some space left in that bathtub?”

24- Sick Day.

25- “Are you angry with me?” “Oh, no, no, no, no... I'm furious with you.”

Characters:

-Dean Winchester.

-Sam Winchester.

-Castiel.

-Soldier Boy/Ben.

-Alec McDowell.

[the-offside-rule]

Trent Alexander Arnold (Liverpool) - Jolly

Day 11 of Christmas

Trent had walked down the stairs with his training back and kitted out in his usual Liverpool attire. He chucked his training bag at the door and walked towards the kitchen to see his girlfriend and her younger half brother Charlie. Charlie's parents both worked early hours and very rarely could bring Charlie to school so Y/n took it among herself to bring the youngest of her family to school instead. And so, every morning at half past six, the doorbell would go off and Y/n's stepdad would drop off Charlie and head to work. It didn't bother either of them much, but their favourite hobby was the Elf on the Shelf and making him do all kinds of mischievous stuff whilst Charlie wasn't there.

Trent walked into the kitchen and looked around confused. No one was there except Charlie eating his toast with a cup of tea in his Liverpool mug. "Well Charlie, how's it going?" Trent asked as he walked past the kid and patted his head. “Uncle Trent, how's it going?” Charlie asked as he stared at his Elf at the table. “Everything's fine. Why?” Trent asked walking over to the teapot. "This stupid Elf." He replied. "He won't stop fucking moving."

"I don't think your sister would appreciate you cursing now, or your mum." Trent said as he poured himself a cup of tea. "I don't care. I don't like this Elf." He mumbled. "What'd he even do?" Trent asked. "Oh my god, he did so much bad stuff!" Y/n's brother began. "He unrolled like five rolls of toilet roll last night, and then he went and broke my favourite lego set! I might have to rebuild it before I go back to mum after school." Charlie sighed. "Where's your sister?" Trent asked. "She's just doing some washing. Then we're going to school." Charlie replied. "Yeah sound."

Y/n had such a long day at work that she simply just fell asleep as soon as she dropped onto her bed and by the time she woke up again, the curtains were closed and she was tucked in. Trent must've come home. She got out of bed and walked downstairs seeing the living room light on. She peeked in and spotted Trent putting plastic pieces of lego onto what looked like a mini Annfield. "Hi?" Trent looked up and smiled. "Well, missus. I've some dinner ready for you whenever you want it." Trent said. "What are you doing up so late?" Y/n asked as she looked around the living room and spotted her boyfriend scanning through instructions. "Just helping Jolly with a lego set." Trent replied. She looked confused. "Jolly? As in Charlie's Elf?" Trent nodded. "Yeah, he broke one today so I helped him rebuild Charlie's one and I'm making him make one for tomorrow."

"You know how my mum feels about gifts before Christmas." Y/n said. "Yeah, but it's fun. And it was kinda my idea to break the lego set last night." Y/n nodded. "I'll write a little letter or something to go it with." Y/n said as she sat down beside him and pulled out a piece of paper. She began writing as Trent sat quietly mumbling to himself. "I don't have this piece." Trent muttered. "It's in the wrong place." Y/n said picking it off the tray and placing it where it was meant to go. Trent simply looked back at his girlfriend and an idea sprung to mind. "Do you wanna just help me with it so we can both go to bed?" Y/n and Trent stayed up for another hour finishing the set before they placed both lego sets on the table with Jolly and his note and headed to bed, only imagining what Charlie was going to say.

The morning after, Y/n had to call into work earlier which meant this was the first time Trent was in charge of morning duty. He eagerly anticipated the doorbell ringing and when he did, he practically opened it immediately. Trent greeted Charlie's dad before letting Charlie in and getting started eith his morning. "How are you today, boss?" Trent asked, taking Charlie's backpack off him. "Pretty good, Trentski. I-" He gasped as he saw the kitchen table. His broken lego set now fixed and a brand new Anfield lego set. "Oh my god! This is unreal!" Charlie squealed as he ran up to it. It was only when he got closer he spotted his Elf with a little note. He opened it and began reading the scribbly writing.

I wanted to say sorry for accidentally breaking your lego yesterday, so I fixed your one and asked Santa to bring you Anfield to say sorry!

Jolly

"This is sick!" Charlie laughed. "Yeah? Didn't even see it. Must have been magic." Trent said as he plated up breakfast. "Is toast, eggs and bacon alright for you, lad?" Trent asked. "Yeah course." Charlie replied. "Are you dropping me off today? Dad said you were." Charlie asked. "I am indeed, boss. Y/n had to go to work early today." Trent explained. "I don't mind. My friends all wonder what car you drive." Trent chuckled. "Range Rover Sport, but they'll see it today anyway." Trent said as he placed the breakfast and a smaller cup of tea in front of Charlie. "Thanks, Uncle Trent." He didn't know what it was, but he felt his heart strings being played. Maybe it was the fact Charlie had called him Uncle. "No bother, lad."

[jaidens]

could i request a bradley bradshaw fic inspired by the song “timeless” by taylor swift? the line “and u were headed off to fight in the war, you still would’ve been mine we would’ve been timeless” reminds me so much of him 😀

you were headed off to fight in the war, you still would've been mine we would've been timeless

pairing [s] : bradley bradshaw x reader

warning [s] : none

a/n [s] : requests are open! ty for the request

When the letter came into the mailbox, underneath junk mail and scattered bills, sat the United States Navy Fighter Weapons School letter.

It made you cover your mouth and shake your head, as you hear Bradley throwing baseballs outside in the backyard. Giggles and laughing that peer from your daughter and her friend that came over.

It would have killed Bradley to know he had to leave once more. After a successful mission, Bradley told you what he had to do. The Navy was offering him the job as an instructor for the fleets. However, coincidentally, you had given birth and he was on paternity leave for those weeks, successfully missing the letters.

Now, there was no way to get out of it.

Walking over to Bradley, seeing him shirtless as he helps Nick get his pitching position correctly.

“Bradley,” You call, attempting to get just his attention. “Bradley!”

Bradley flips his view from Nick to you, eyebrows crossing together in worry. “Yeah, honey?”

“Can I talk to you? Privately.” Bradley nods and follows you into the house. You sit down at the couch and there sits the letter, as you burn your eyes at it. Bradley looks, understandably, worried as he sits next to you and lets his hand fall against yours. “I was looking through the mail today. And—and I saw this.” Picking up the letter and handing it to him, you cover your face and you see Bradley read the paper.

He opens it with his thumb and pulls out the folded paper. Bradley reads it and says the other part aloud. “...and in reasonable consideration, we will see you on the 1st day of September.”

Bradley drops the paper against the wooden coffee table. His hand goes to cover his mouth as he stares at the paper. “That’s tomorrow. The damn Navy decided to tell me this today, when I'm leaving tomorrow.” He can't look at you.

“We’ll get ice cream tonight, let the kids stay up, and we'll write you notes to look at. You'll be fine.” You scoot closer to your husband, hand holding onto his, and you lay your head against his shoulder.

“I know. It just really sucks. Six months away from my babies, you, my whole life is out here.” Bradley turns his head to look at you, eyes welling with dangerous tears that fall when be blinks.

“We’ll be fine. Everything will work out.” You comfort and you hug him. The gentle feeling of him as he wraps around you tightly.

—

The day comes at 11:30 in the morning. Bradley is standing there, holding his bag against his shoulder as he is practically crying. Nick holds on tightly to his dad's leg and Caroline is in his arms as she kisses his cheeks.

“I'll be home before you guys know it.” Bradley says to Caroline and Nick while he kisses her head softly. The warm San Diego air is pulling you back to your car and in the AC, but you can't leave Bradley for all that you pull. “Swear.”

“I’m gonna miss you. Don't get hooked on any bar girls. Still mine honey." You hear the sound of the plane starting and you hit his chest. “You come home to me you hear that?” You lay against him as he sets Caroline down. He pulls you into his arms and kisses you.

“Swear I'll come home to you. No bar girl is gonna take me away from you. You don't get stolen either honey.” You laugh with him and steal kisses from him. His lips envelop you as they begin to call any pilots to the ship. “I’ll see you honey." He grabs his stuff off the ground and he starts walking towards everyone.

“You come home to me, Bradshaw!”

“I will honey! Swear on my dead body I will.”

[the-wip-project]

40k in 42 days, day 11

The ultimate writing advice!

Hello writerly friends!

I take in a lot of writing advice from all over. Posts, books, videos, I eat that all up. So, after years of accumulating all the advice I can, I hereby give you the three most common pieces of advice for writing consistently every day:

Set small goals

Set a timer

Write in the morning

There you have it, all problems solved. 

Now, I'm with you for setting small or realistic goals. I also can vouch for the effectiveness of setting a timer for a writing sprint. But writing in the morning? Really?

I have to admit, I never tried writing in the morning because it goes against everything I know about myself. I'm not a morning person. I get up early, yes, because I get everyone started here. But my higher brain functions are limited to making coffee, settling with said coffee on the couch, and looking at Tumblr. The idea to do anything creatively is far, far out there.

But I also have to admit that I don't get as much writing done as I planned to. Somehow, at the end of the day, the time just disappears. Could writing in the morning be the solution to that problem? How will I know, if I never try?

So, tomorrow morning, instead of settling on the couch, I'm going to try that writing in the morning thing. I'll report back how it goes. I'm gonna be so pissed if it actually works.

When do you guys get most of your writing done? Are you a morning writer?

[stvp1dbl00dslvt]

RE2 Leon x Goth M!Reader ☆

⚠️: alcohol use

TW: none (I dont believe)

It was just your typical routine, you went out to one of your favourite shops to grab something before leaving yet unfortunantly you bump into someone, dropping your bag..

He looked up at you immediately and started profusely apologising whilest picking up your things off the ground, honestly at that point you were just a little shocked you weren't yelled at to 'watch it'.. "Im really sorry, I didn't see where I was going.." he mumbled, picking up your things and giving them to you, but before he did he looked right at you and his cheeks lightly glowed red, "Woah your make ups really cool!" He cut himself off, smiling.

You chuckle lightly, finally getting a chance to respond.. "Its fine and thank you- uhh" you didn't know his name regrettably, "Leon" he smiled at you, putting his hand out.. "Leon Kennedy" his smile somehow managed to grow wider, "Im Y/N.." you smile back at him, shaking his hand. After you both dropped your hands he speaks up, "Y/N's a pretty name.. but I wasn't lying about your make up can you do it on me?!" He was like a puppy almost, just so full of energy and so excited you could've sworn you saw a tail wagging behind him.. "Im a bit busy today but I can give you my number?" You smile at him softly, getting a sticky note from your bag and writing your number on it and a little bat drawing next to it.. he couldn't stop smiling and took the paper, putting it into his pocket.

"Thank you so much, you're really cool.." he mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly whilest kicking the ground, "Thank you, but I really do need to head off" you chuckle in response, "Im free Saturday." You tell him before walking off and waving goodbye. He kept standing there like an excited puppy, just smiling hard until you were out of his view so he could make his way to where ever he was headed.

Friday.

It was Friday, a day before your next encounter with 'Leon'. You managed to rub the sleep from your eyes since it was around 3am before getting a notification on your phone.. It was a new number and all it wrote was, "Hey its Leon, sorry for the late message:'C Is this Y/N?" 'He uses emoticons? Thats cute' you thought to yourself before replying to him saying that it was fine and that yeah its you.

You kept messaging for awhile just talking about the new remake of the game Evil Residence, you were always a big fan of the originals and turns out so was he. You never thought you'd get on so well with a man you bumped into on the street.. but you could definitely say you were gonna enjoy hanging out with him tomorrow. You found out he was a rookie cop and it was his first day TODAY even though it was already 5 in the morning, you laughed at him and told him to sleep for the next hour just so he can have some sort of energy.. 'Actually texting you has made me pretty hyper so im okay(^w^)'... you re-read the message a few times wondering how to respond, 'doesn't matter! You still need your beauty sleep.' You argued, chuckling on your bed.. 'Finee(╥﹏╥) I'll see you tomorrow:D' he finally agreed, so you both went to bed. You laid there awhile just thinking of tomorrow, smiling to yourself and giggling.. you both kept messaging through out the day when he was on break or just taking a sneaky peek at his phone to see if you'd messaged him, which you always were. You could confidently say you were excited to hang out with him tomorrow, including the other things you both wanted to do.

Saturday.

You both accidently did it again, staying up until 6am calling and messaging.. you agreed he'd come over at 11am with the drinks, you both decided that having a few drinks together and watching a movie would be great.

11:12 am

There's a knock on the door, you already know who it is, you run over to the door and open it, a smile already plastered on you're face. "12 minutes late" you chuckle, staring down Leon sarcastically, "Oh come on, I had to get the very specific whiskey you wanted.. its hard to find!" He laughed at you, holding 2 bottles of Diageo Whiskey whilest you had already stocked up on 3 bottles of Coke. "Diego or whatever it is wasn't easy to find.." he mumbled, walking inside your apartment, you laugh at him before correcting him about the name, "Its Diageo not 'Diego'". After coming in, pouring yourselves a nice mix of Whiskey and Coke you both finally sat down and agreed to watch *Halloween*, Rob Zombies specifically since Leon argued it was the best one, "I love the Halloween movies.." he whispers smiling at the TV, as the day went on and you continued watching more of the Halloween movies before you knew it it was already 9pm, and you both had downed a bottle of the whiskey with only 1 remainder not to mention drunk.. Leon was on the verge of passing put while you were enjoying the movie, you felt a weight shift onto your shoulder.. it was Leon, and he was out cold. You chuckle to yourself quietly before wrapping your arm around him and bringing him in closer.

The movie finished and Leon was still out like a light, you sigh and gently get up.. laying him on the couch and grabbing one of the square pillows and putting it under his head aswell as a spare blanket. You give yourself a quick pat on the back for helping this drunk get more comfortable.

You start to walk off with the idea of heading to bed and checking up on him in the morning.. that was before you felt someone grab your wrist. Leon was still half asleep, mumbling.. "dont.. dont go." His eyes were still shut, and maybe it was the alcohol that made you stay.. you stood there for a few seconds before he pulled you onto the couch with him.. almost immediately wrapping his arms and legs around you with his head digging into your chest.. "Leon?" You whisper, in hopes to not disturb him much.. he grumbled in response, "Do you want me to stay?" You ask again, your eyes drooping due to the long night behind you, he shook his head on your chest. You wrapped your arms around him and laid for awhile before finally falling asleep, with Leon in your arms..

DONE!! IM SO SO SO SORRY FOR NOT UPLOADING OMFG. I MIGHT MAKE A PART 2 IF ITS HIGHLY DEMANDED LMAO:3

[pigeondujour]

12/11/24

It's always a good start to the day when your morning alarm goes off for ~2 hours while you fade in and out of consciousness just enough to keep pressing snooze, finally waking up one minute before your first class starts. And by that I mean today did not get off to a good start--I suppose it's not off to a good end either, considering the fact I'm writing this at 5 am.

Today was the last day of classes, and I only had two, since I had already finished up French class. I had therapy after class, and it was really nice. I hadn't seen my therapist in maybe a month? It was actually a really productive session, though. After that, I interviewed a friend for my journalism project, came back home, made dinner (it took FOREVER!), and sat down to finish up some projects. As is usual now, I just couldn't get started on my work. I hate it! I ended up starting working around 10:40, and turned in a half-finished copy of the project before midnight. After several hours of procrastination I finished up the project and submitted the completed project as a new attempt.

I can't help but feel like a loser for struggling academically this semester, but my therapist says I should work on unlearning the power structures I grew up with. That means I can't look down on myself for academic floundering anymore. Oof, I'm so tired right now, I'll be lucky to get up at a decent time tomorrow. I might have to bribe myself with coffee or something, who knows.

[the---hermit]

Mindless doodles.

04|11|2023

I had a terrible night of sleep. I had so many nightmares and woke up I don't know how many times. When I got up I was even more tired than last night. I tried to go easy on myself and planned to take as many breaks as I needed to get stuff done, but half way into the morning I realized it wasn't working. I finished what I was working on, planned for the week, and took the rest of the day to do anything but studying. I had also planned to write a letter to my friend today, but I was so tired it felt like an overwhelming task, if I'll feel better tomorrow I'll do it then, if not it will be a task for next week. I definitely need to take a few days to rest and recharge before I start classes again. I think I'll be studying a bit on Monday and Tuesday and take the rest of the week off. I must say the past week has been quite productive so that should be fine, and I definitely need to just rest and focus on something else.

cozy hobbit autumn activities and productivity:

read first thing in the morning (tho I should mention I read like three pages because ti was all my brain could do)

worked on a lecture of my power practices and men theories class

worked on my crochet project

I did something bad and started relistening to the magnus archives (again)

daily Irish practice on duolingo

today's self care:

taking part of the day off because I was too tired

payed attention to drinking enough water

I'm having soup for dinner and I know for a fact it will heal me soul

📖: Hell Followed With Us by Andrew Joseph White

[neet-aspirant]

26–12–2024, Thursday

p productive day tbh (iiiif u don't count the 2 hours that were a part of my schedule buuuut i wasted. no more time wasting from now onwards.)

read biodiversity chp

read eng lit chp

attended maths tuition

practical file work

principles of inheritance and variation video lecture

microbes in human welfare video lecture

attitude and social cognition video lecture

questions from eng lit

physics numericals (okay I'll be honest, it doesn't really count because my brain was just not working so gotta do physics early in the morning from tomorrow onwards)

practical file diagrams

to do list for tomorrow

7 - 8.30 write psych notes

8.30 - 9.30 eng lit

9.30 - 12.30 start physics revision marathon (that add up to 21 hours... ig I'll take 3 days to complete so I'll start from tmrw itself)

1.30 - 2.30 practical work

4.30 - 6 biology revision video lectures as many as i can fit

6 - 7 revise chem formula sheets

7 - 9 attend chem tuition

9 - 10 revise eng chp

11 - 12 practical file work

[alastor-cane]

Another stunning commission

Artist: https://x.com/quiem_rhole

Commission for me and Angel Dust my love 💜

We were holding onto this beauty for quite a while, but it's finally time to post 💜

My sweetest love

Yesterday was beautiful and such an amazing day. 3 years and 11 months are we together now and still going strong...actually stronger and closer than ever before. I still love you everyday a little more, I love that the last messages I usually write still are going to you....even if you often already fell asleep....that when I open my eyes, my eyes immediately fall on my phone to see if there's a message from you. If there is...my heart beats fast and all excited - even if it's just a little good morning ...if there's none, then I excitedly type up a little good morning for you 💜

I love that we're still so close...that we've healed together so much, that we trust each other blindly, that we can be completely honest and ourselves....without ever having to fear rejection from the other. I love that there's honesty...that we fight together through bad stuff and celebrate the good together as well.

I love to hug you, kiss you, to have you close....I love our silly little conversations, as much as I love the deep and long ones. I love to see you so free...watching you becoming who you are and living your life guiltfree and happy ....unapologetic as the person that you are. That wonderful...loving, caring, sweet, protective soul that you are. I'm so extremely blessed to call you mine...I'm so extremely blessed to understand and see the way you love and care and to be understood. Because....truth been told, it's not easy to understand my way of loving. Many misunderstand, hate on me ....for their own inabilty to understand me ...and I don't even blame them, it's just sometimes sad to see...how the world works.

It doesn't matter to me though...not since I've found you...us...and experienced a love so pure, so beautiful...so true....yet so extremely free.

I thank you....for every single day you've been by my side and allowed me to be by your side. I thank you...for loving me...and letting me love you...I thank you...for being exactly the way you are and who you are...while accepting all of me as well.

You've made me a better person, you helped me through the hardest times, you made sure I don't give up and never forget who I am and that I'm never alone....it doesn't matter how busy your day is or how exhausted you are...you always find at least a little time in your day to check on me and remind me of your love....and i'm so incredibly grateful for each moment with you mi amor. You help me to open up and you make me explore new things as well haha. You never let me hide away from the world in pain..sadness...or just giving up....you're always there, always showing me and reminding me of love...always supporting me...always making sure I don't lose sight of the good in our lives...but at the same time you always take my pains and sorrows serious as well. Thank you

Thank you for accepting all of me, loving all of me....and thank you for being honest..even when you're worried or nervous. You never lie to me...never hide anything. You're ...home. You're my everything. I love you 💜

Te amo 💜

Yesterday....today....tomorrow....and I'll continue loving you - for as long as you let me love you 💜

[circusmania]

Vague request but, if your still accepting requests

Maybe you could write something about Shaun Gomez from The Smile Tapes, but like, from the perspective of one of his friends? Can be during any event.

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Notes: Thank you for this request 🙏 This is what I was made to write

Muah muah 𓇼

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December 04, 1994 I dogsat Max for Shaun today. He had told me he needed to go out and get groceries, and he didn't want to leave Max alone. Understandably.

Shaun had told me Max had been acting weird and wasn't his normal self. Max hasn't been barking at all, “he's been very quiet” is what Shaun had told me. This was very unusual for him since Max was a very loud dog, he was always barking at anyone/anything.

I suggested to Shaun to take him to the vet when he gets the chance. He told me he would tomorrow.

As I was dogsitting, Max would constantly stare off into space. But I guess dogs do that sometimes? Though, that wasn't the oddest part of my day. Once Shaun came home, he was covered in a white powder. It kind of looked like flour…

When he was moving, the powder would fly into the air, and I fear I might've breathed some in. It was only a little, though, Shaun might've even swallowed some.

December 05, 1994 This morning, Shaun was telling me of a dream he had gotten. One where he was “flying through space” and then “saw a man”. If you ask me, that sounds really creepy.

December 05, 1994 Shaun had another dream. He flew through space and then saw the man again… only this time he was smiling?

I'll be real, I don't think it's normal to dream of this stuff. Call me a conspiracy theorist, but something isn't right. I told him he should talk to a professional.

Oh! And what joy, Max is barking again! I'm glad he's feeling better.

December 11, 1994 Shaun is starting to annoy me with his dreams.

I've begun to feel more and more angry these days.

But who wouldn't be when all you hear from your friend is his space journeys and his encounters with the man?

I DON'T CARE.

December 12, 1994 I'm worried about Shaun.

He's called in sick a lot, and he's been complaining about having painful migraines. Also, something about his face twitching?

I hope he and Max are all right.

December 16, 1994 AGAIN WITH HIM.

It's always about HIM.

I'VE been having migraines, I'VE been having face cramps, but you don't see ME bitching about it!

December 17, 1994 I'm glad he went to the doctor. Hopefully, the pain meds will make him feel better. :)

December 18, 1994 The pain meds seem to be working for Shaun.

He's been smiling.

It makes me feel pretty upbeat as well.

December 22, 1994 Max is dead.

I don't feel well.

December 25, 1994 Christmas!

I can't help but feel joy and happiness each time I turn a corner.

Shaun looks happier too (which is a bit weird since Max died only 3 days ago). He didn't like it when I told him he looked joyful.

What is wrong with him?

Why can't he suck it up?

December 26, 1994 Shaun hasn't talked to me at all.

But that's okay.

I don't need him.

I'm happy on my own.

January 01, 1995 I turned on the TV for New Year's, and I was met with the most grotesque joyful news.

What a way to start a new year.

You're in a happier place now, Shaun.

Thank you for putting a smile on my face.

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The SMILE Tapes vol. 1

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Your writing kills me in all the best ways 🥺 even for characters I don't care about!!

Could I request 6 & 11 with Javi from the comfort prompts?

Send me a comfort prompt!

Thank you my dear 🫶

*Deténgase, por favor - Pull over, please

Prompts: Bringing them their favorite beverage; Stopping by their workplace on your way home late at night with the hunch that they’re still there

"God, it's late," Connie sighs as the two of you drift out of the bar. "Steve better be home by now."

"Something you need to talk to him about?"

"Not particularly. I'm...Getting tired a little of sleeping alone," She admits with a thin smile. "Sometimes when he is there, it's like I don't even know who he is."

You nod, giving her shoulder a reassuring pat as a taxi pulls up for the two of you. You climb in, leaning back in your seat a little. Hopefully Steve is home. Hopefully, Javier is, too...

But deep-down, you're almost certain that he's not. You eye a liquor store as you drive past it, considering it. You let yourself stew in the thought for a few minutes before—

"Deténgase, por favor," You urge, leaning forward to catch the driver's attention. Connie frowns across the seat as you fish into your bag for your wallet.

"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I just, um—I need to check on something at the office."

"We can take you there—"

"No, it's alright, I'll get my own. You okay getting home?"

"Yeah," She nods.

"Here," You pass your half of the cab fare over. "I'll see you tomorrow."

You climb out of the cab, shutting the door behind yourself. You second-guess yourself as you buy a bottle of whiskey, then again as you get a cab to the office. The nerves are worse still as you go up in the elevator, and you have to remind yourself that it's better if he's not there. If anything, you'll just put the bottle in his desk where he usually keeps one and get yourself home.

Rounding off of the elevator, you see the lights on, but only one person there. It's a bit of relief—it means that Steve's probably home with Connie. Javier is hunched over his desk, probably eyeing some file or map. You can see smoke curling from a cigarette that's likely either between his fingers or his lips. You knock loudly on the doorframe to draw his attention, not wanting to catch him off-guard.

Javier glances back, then does a double-take at the sight of you, his brow furrowing.

"What are you doing here?" He asks.

"Came to see if you needed help or company."

"How'd you know I'd still be here?"

"Hunch."

Javier nods a touch, gaze dropping from your face. Your skin goes hot as he seems to absently sweep your body before he turns away, clearing his throat.

"I won't be great company tonight."

"That's alright. You're usually not."

"Thanks."

You bite your lip as you watch him shift through a file, seemingly intent on ignoring you.

"...Well," You shift, "Do you at least have time for a drink?"

Javier glances over, eyes steadying on the bag in your hand. He purses his lips, thinking for a moment...And then draws his drawer out, taking out two tumblers. You try not to smile in smug satisfaction as he shuts the door and waves you closer.

"Would you like to do the honors?" You ask, setting the bottle down. Javier casts you a sidelong glance as he takes hold of the bottle.

"Thought you were going out with Connie tonight," He comments.

"I did."

"How is she?"

"Fine...Missing Steve."

"Well, far as I know, he's home, so she shouldn't be missing him much tonight."

You hum thoughtfully as he pours a healthy amount into both glasses, then scoot back to sit on his desk. You try not to overthink the way Javier watches you, instead twisting to turn his file toward you. Your eyes narrow a touch as you scan the information.

"This again?" You ask. "I thought Noonan called it on this op."

"She did. I'm looking for a new angle."

"Hell of a time to do it."

"No better time."

"No? Why's that?"

"I have a meeting with her in the morning."

"And you're planning on going into it in day-old clothing and without shaving?"

"I'll make it home in time."

"Oh really?"

"Sure. Sooner you stop slowin' me down, the faster I'll get home."

Your stomach plummets at the off-handed comment, and the way Javier turns the file back toward himself. Blame it on the late hour, or the drinks you had with Connie, but tears prick in your eyes. You force them back with a couple of blinks, raising your glass and draining it far faster than you should've. It burns on the way down, is still burning as you set your glass down and say, "Guess I'll be going, then."

"Hey, c'mon—"

You see Javier straighten in your periphery as you push yourself off of his desk.

"I didn't mean it like that," He adds.

"Yes you did."

You take the uncapped bottle petulantly, beginning to stride away.

"Wait a minute!"

You pick up your pace as you hear the scrape of Javier's chair, the thud of his feet catching up. You go still as he catches hold of your wrist. He takes a couple more cautious steps forward as he crowds closer. You can feel the heat of his chest against your back, hear the way he draws in the scent of your perfume.

"I didn't mean it like that," He repeats softly, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. Your fingers tighten around the neck of the bottle.

Maybe he didn't. Maybe he did, and he's just trying to stay in your good graces. Either way, you're more certain than ever that you never should've come. You shove the bottle into his chest, forcing him to let go of you to catch hold of it. You don't bid him goodnight, or tell him that you're certain he's fill of shit. You just stride to the elevator and keep your expression neutral, your gaze averted until the elevator doors close. Once they're shut, you sniffle, slouching back against the elevator wall as you pinch the bridge of your nose.

"Fuck."