#if you can’t tell I’m sad and procrastinating

[pinkydec]

I wasn’t going to rant about it but here we go

there’s something about this season, watching the characters grow in themselves that just hits home Ted’s whole atmosphere of leaving a place better than you found it.

and he’s just done that hasn’t he?

jamie’s redemption is honestly so brilliantly done I’d be here all night ranting about it, going from an honest douchebag to the man who wore his teammates kit number on his England debut because they took a bribe and didn’t call him up??

Colin finally got embrace who he is and stop being a chameleon, coming out on his own terms which for a queer person is so so fucking heartwarming and important, you hear so many stories and know so many people who have had that opportunity ripped away from them like??

Rebecca? oh my god this episode has killed me, she’s let go of the anger she held and she looks so much happier for it

Isaac? he’s stepping up to be the captain Roy saw in him, one step at a time and I think that his part of Colin’s storyline is so so important to that, in helping make the locker room more inclusive

Sam? he’s broken my heart more times than I can count this season but each one he’s come back stronger and watching them become more of a team to support him when he needed them most? devastating

Roy? as much as he annoyed me with the keeley comment last week, it was more a foot in mouth moment and he’s learning how to express his emotions more and more and it’s beautiful watching him not bottle it all up anymore but instead opening himself to others, whether it’s Jamie, keeley or rebecca

Keeley as well like?? to pick yourself up when you are down like that is so hard sometimes, especially when it’s everything you’ve ever wanted, but it’s so important to not give up and that’s exactly what she’s doing, she’s not giving up

Let alone nate?? I’ve wanted to fight that man at times but seeing him today quitting on his own terms? Such a boss move and such a fuck you to Rupert I love it, sometimes it takes hitting the lows to realise you’ve not been a nice person and that’s what he’s done, he’ll only build himself up further and become to Nate we knew and loved. 

if this really is the last dance, then I’m so thankful to see this wonderful team flourish and become people they want to become, not just mounded to suit others. if this really is it, ted’s done the one thing he wanted to do since day 1, leave this place better than it was when he joined

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Caysi Jons 🏒💥

[morgana-larkin]

I love angst for some reason, but can you write a Melissa x reader breakup fic? Where reader is in their mid 20’s and Melissa is obviously wayyy older than her. Melissa realized that they’re both heading in different paths in life and tries to gently breakup with reader, but calls her all the pet names like “kid/kiddo, young one, little bunny, etc” (this is taken from Taylor Swift’s ‘Illicit Affairs’ where she’s going “don’t call me kid, don’t call me baby, look at this godforsaken mess that you’ve made me…”)

Maybe a part two if you’re feeling up to it, with gentle smut as reader and Melissa get back together and make love again? 👀

Oh I’m definitely making a part two to this, I mean I can’t leave things with Melissa on a sad note. So I went with the nicknames hon and kid. I did ended listening to the Taylor Swift song and based some of the things off of the song. And I just gotta say that I procrastinated on doing this for 4 days straight as it hit too close to home. I called off my engagement 3 months ago to someone 12 years older than me because we were heading down different paths in life. Anyway, not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: still taking prompts peeps!

Part 2

Don’t Call Me That

Warnings: Angst and no comfort, no happy ending, may break your heart like it did for me

Words: 2.25k

You and Melissa are cuddling on the couch watching real housewives. Melissa found out you’ve never seen it so of course she had to show you. The two of you have been together for about 8 months now and never been happier.

Well, you have never been happier. Melissa was happy, but she still has so much doubt on whether or not she should have gotten with someone so much younger than her. Especially when you made comments on what you want to do with your life.

“I hope to get married someday.” You said once. “Maybe we can have kids together.” You said another time. “We should go out to a bar or a club together sometime.” You said one time. Melissa just looked at you and smiled each time but didn’t reply. Those thoughts swirl around in Melissa’s head until one day she couldn’t ignore them, you both wanted different things and she couldn’t let this relationship go on even more.

“Hey hon, can we talk?” She says to you when she visits you at your place on Saturday.

“Alright, sure.” You said, none the wiser. You and Melissa go on your couch and you face her with a smile. Melissa wishes you weren’t smiling as it makes it harder knowing that she’ll be that reason for that smile to drop.

“I don’t think this is working out anymore.” She starts and you look at her confused.

“What do you mean?” You ask and you frown.

“I mean this.” She says and gestures between you both. “Our relationship, I think we should end it.”

“Why?” You ask, concerned.

“Because we want different things in life hon. I don’t want to get married again, I wanted kids before but not anymore, and I don’t want to go to clubs if I don’t have too. But you’re young, you should have things you want and you should do it.” She tells you and you look down at your lap. She really wants to comfort you but knows she can’t.

“So that’s it? We’re over, just like that? I have no say in this?” You ask her and she looks guilty.

“I’m afraid so hon.” She says and you snap you head up at her.

“Don’t call me that if you’re gonna break up with me.” You snap and that catches her off guard. She knows you might be upset but didn’t think you’d snap at her, but she doesn’t blame you.

“I’m sorry y/n.” She tells you.

“Please leave.” You say and she nods defeatedly. She gets up and walks to the door and opens it. Before she leaves, she glances at you.

“I really am sorry.” She says and leaves. As soon as she closes the door, you get up and lock it, then you put your back on the door and slide down while crying.

On Monday you walked in the doors of Abbott and went to the break room as usual. Only this time instead of saying hi to Melissa when you pass her, you just walked right by her to the fridge.

“Hi hon.” Melissa says to you.

“Don’t call me that.” You say as you put your lunch in the fridge. Everyone turns their attention to you and Melissa as they knew you were dating. “My name is y/n.” You say to her and go to make a coffee.

“I know what your name is.” She tells you as you pour the coffee into your mug.

“Then I suggest you use it.” You tell her and walk out.

Melissa sighs and leans back into her seat.

“Trouble in paradise?” Barb asks Melissa.

“If trouble you mean broken up then yes.” Melissa says and everyone gasps.

“Omg what happened?” Janine asks.

“None of youse businesses.” She tells them and walks out. Everyone turns to Barb for answers.

“Don’t look at me, the only thing I know is Melissa broke up with y/n if their emotions are anything to go by.” Barb tells them.

Melissa tries to talk to you for the rest of the day when she gets an opportunity but you keep shutting her down.

She keeps trying every day for 2 weeks until she had enough. She got Mr Johnson to watch over her class while she goes to talk to you during your prep period.

She knocks on your door and walks in after you call out a ‘come in’ to whoever was there. When you look up you see the person you least expected, mostly because she has a class right now.

“What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be teaching?” You tell her as she closes your door.

“Mr Johnson is watching them until I get back. I need to talk to you hon.”

“I keep telling you not to call me that! And the last time we talked, you broke up with me so I don’t really want to talk to you.” You told her and she sighs. You get up and go to bring a stack of papers to the back of the classroom.

“I know but I’ve been trying to at least be friends with you like we were before we started dating because I like our friendship.” She tells you as she follows you to the back and you whip around to face her.

“Friends? You think I would want to be friends with you? Melissa, do I need to remind you that you broke up with me and didn’t even bother talking about it with me? You just made the decision on your own.” You grit out.

“It was the best decision.”

“For who exactly? Cause it sure wasn’t the best for me.” You tell her and she looks at you.

“It was for you. I made it for you so you can have the life you want. I can’t give you everything! So I let you go so you could! Believe me when I tell you that I didn’t want to break up with you! You are the best damn thing to happen to me and it broke me to let you go!” She tells you and you gasp.

“That’s the reason?!? You. Are. An. Idiot Schemmenti! Just because I may have thought about certain things doesn’t mean it’s set in stone. I’m 25 and I’m not certain about what I want to do in life.”

“See that right there is what I’m talking about. You have no idea what you want cause your life has just begun, while mine, well I’m 55, I’m going to retire in 10 years hopefully. My life is almost over.” She tells you frantically and at that Barb comes in.

“Girls, can you quiet down. It’s hard enough to teach 5 year olds how to read the alphabet as it is. It’s even harder with your yelling.” She tells you both and you look at Melissa.

“What I knew I wanted in life was you. But I guess I was wrong. You should get back to your class.” You tell her and you leave to go print something. “Sorry Barb.” You tell her as you pass her by.

Barb looks at Melissa who has a couple tears rolling down her cheeks. “Sweetheart, what were you trying to accomplish here?” She asks her and Melissa lets a sob escape.

“I was trying to be friends with her again.” She tells her.

“Melissa, you just broke up with her out of the blue. At least for her it was out of the blue. You have to give it time before she might consider being your friend again.” Barb tells her and Melissa nods.

“I know, I just, I miss her.”

“Listen I have to go back to my classroom and you have to go back to yours but how about you come to my classroom at lunch and we can talk then.” Barb suggests and Melissa wipes her tears away.

“Ok.” She says with a nod and then leaves back to her classroom.

2 months go by and Melissa has stopped any interaction with you. You still know she looks and stares at you but never talks to you.

Melissa can’t help it whenever she sees you, she never talks to you even though she wants to, she just stares at you. Her heart breaks every time she sees you.

10 weeks after she breaks up with you, your both in the break room along with everyone else. You’re talking to the trio and they ask about your weekend plans and you mention you have a date. Melissa whips her head up from looking at her phone and her jaw drops and eyes got watery.

You may not be able to see her face but you saw her whip her head up. You also see Barb looking at her sympathetically which means she must look sad right now.

You tell them your contemplating on whether or not you should go, you think you shouldn’t but Janine and Gregory tell you to go and Jacob tells you no. You go over to Barb for the tie breaker and you show her a picture of the girl, Melissa also sees the picture of her and she realises that you’re going out with someone around her age.

Barb tells you it’s your choice and that’s when Melissa pipes up. “Isn’t she too old for you kid?” She asks you while taking a bite of her pasta.

You glare at her and scoff. “I think that’s for me to decide, cause I do have a say in some things.” You tell her and she looks down guiltily.

On Monday morning you walk in the break room and the trio asks you how your date went.

“It was alright. We’re going out again this Saturday.” You tell them and you hear Melissa scoff. “Something you want to say Melissa?” You ask her and she turns around in her chair.

“It doesn’t seem you’re interested in her since you said it was alright.” She tells you.

“Well it was my first date with her and I haven’t had a first date in a year.” You say and she stands up, grabs her things and walks out. You turn back to the trio and continue the conversation. Barb follows Melissa out to make sure she’s not destroying anything or about too.

The next Monday you’re talking to the trio about your second date and you tell them that you’re not going to see her again as you’re not interested in her. You don’t see it but Melissa smiles. You don’t but Barb sure does and rolls her eyes at her.

It’s been 3 months since the break up now and you stop by quickly at Melissa’s to get a few things she recently found that’s yours. In reality, Melissa found them 3 months ago and hid them when you came to get your things so she would have a few reminders of yours but now she wants an excuse to talk to you.

The box of your things is on the coffee table and Melissa is sitting on the arm of the couch when you walk in. Melissa told you that she’ll leave the door unlocked for you.

“Are those the things?” You tell her and nod your head to the box and she nods at you.

“Ya, it is.” She tells you and you don’t really move, she sees you looking around. You usually went to her place about 3 times a week to hang out with her after school and she would make dinner for you two.

“How are you kid?” She asks you and you look at her.

“I thought I’ve told you to stop with the nicknames and use my actual name.”

“You have, but I like using nicknames for you.” Is all she says.

“Why?”

“Because I always have, I’ve rarely called you by your actual name. It feels wrong to call you by your actual name.”

“Well you might want to work on how to make it sound right.” You tell her and walk over to grab the box and she grabs your wrist and you gasp.

“You never answered me when I asked how you were.” She tells you.

“You really want to know how I am?” You ask and she nods. “I’m broken.” You told her and her eyes look upset. “You broke up with me and now I’m broken and a mess. I chose not to go on a third date because all I thought about on the two dates was you.” You tell her and she lets go of you but you make no attempt to move. You want to challenge her to something to see what she really thinks and you grab the back of her head and you kiss her. She’s stunned for a second but then she automatically kisses you back but then you pull back 3 seconds later and she looks at you shocked. “You can’t tell me that that doesn’t feel right. I may not know much about what I want in life but I know I wanted to spend it with you. I’m aware of the age gap but it never made a difference to me because I love you. I thought you loved me.” You tell her then you grab the box and leave.

As soon as you close the door, Melissa falls down on the couch and starts crying. “I’m so sorry y/n.” She sobs out. “I do still love you.”

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Forget Everything And Just Love Me

drew starkey x fem!reader

continuation of this request

warnings: self doubt, like one cuss word, angst, mentions of doctors, sickness, and medicine

You spent close to two hours in the doctor’s office, having to be so close to Drew, and the tension was thick and heavy. You wanted to scream in frustration, but you also just wanted to kiss him and hug him. The images of him crying big crocodile tears and the pout of his lips have been replaying in your mind on loop since the minute he was driving away from your house.

His house.

You could feel gravity trying to pull you two together, forcing a reconciliation. Although, you were sure it was your heart wanting to forgive him. After he had left that night, you went over everything, and realized that you did believe him. How could you not when he’s never given you a reason to not believe him. You had a moment of weakness. He might’ve been to close to Odessa, but you really didn’t believe that he’d cheat on you. You just couldn’t get yourself to ask him back. You figured that he was annoyed with your accusations and jealousy.

You still had to pack your things, procrastinating because you didn’t want to separate from the house, or Drew. You didn’t even want to start thinking about how you were uprooting Jolene’s life and moving her somewhere else. You didn’t even know where you were going to go.

It was a worry for a different time.

Right now, you needed to get Jolene back in the car, and go get her medicine from the pharmacy all while trying to dodge Drew’s longing stares, and huffs that you’re sure are because he can’t comfort you the way he wants.

You were correct when you figured that she had an ear infection. It had got worse as the days went by, being that you had to wait 3 days until the doctor could see Jo. So one ear infection turned into two. Your were exhausted because you kept having to get up throughout the night to make sure she was okay. She was also really sad because she missed Drew, and she kept fighting her sleep in hopes that she would see him come home. You felt like a terrible mother.

After the doctor visit, you were carrying Jolene’s sleeping body to your car. It was as if she could tell whenever Drew wasn’t around because the moment you buckled her in her car seat, and Drew went off to his car, she woke up and started sobbing. You had to get out and open the car door to where she was so you could try to soothe her, although that was tough to do lately.

Drew’s large hand pressing on your lower back made you jump in surprise. He had a concerned look on his face, one that grew more worried when he noticed your eyes welling up with tears.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” He asks hurriedly.

“She misses you and I’m a shit mother,” you let out with bitter laugh.

“Are you okay to drive? I’ll follow you to the pharmacy,” Drew says, and a big part of you wants to cry because he didn’t reassure you that you weren’t a shit mother.

“I’m fine to drive. You don’t have to follow me,” you say.

“I want to.”

With that you just nod your head and move your way back to the driver’s seat. You try to close your door, but Drew stops it, looking at you like he didn’t completely believe that you were truly fine. He knew you well enough to know that “fine” mostly didn’t mean that, just that you didn’t know how to explain yourself.

“I promise I’m okay,” you whisper to him.

“I’ll see you at the pharmacy.”

When you get there, Drew is waiting outside leaning against his car. You park in the spot next to him, so Jolene quickly sees her favorite person.

“Daddy!” She squeals.

“Yeah, baby. It’s daddy.”

She wiggles in your arms when she’s close enough to him, desperately wanting to be in his arms.

“Hi, Jo! I love you so much,” he says to her before kissing her chubby cheeks.

The process of getting her prescription filled and prepared is boring, and also filled with tension. You’re stuck in a daze, going through all the things you have to do in order for you to move out. It’s all so overwhelming that you start tearing up again, but you don’t allow yourself to cry because you know Drew is watching you.

You wait there for about 10 more minutes until you’re finally out the door. You’re not looking forward to the battle Jolene is going to put up when she realizes that Drew is coming with. Even though she’s sick, she’s happily babbling while in Drew’s arms. Content and warm.

When you open the door you just stay there for a minute. Debating if you should do what you’re about to do.

Drew’s about to ask what’s wrong when you turn to face him with tears rapidly falling down your cheeks.

“I need you to keep her. Keep her with you in the house. I still have to pack my things before I leave, but I can’t leave with her. It’s not fair when that house is all she has known. I also can’t do this on my own, as you can tell. I’m a terrible mother, and she just wants you anyways, so I need you to keep her for a while, or until I get my shit together,” you say through loud cries. You’re lucky no one else is in the parking lot to see your breakdown.

“No. I can’t keep her,” Drew says, shocking you in return.

“You don’t understand! I’m not in the right state of mind to take care of her. I feel like I’m dying without you, and she doesn’t need to he around me; it’s bad enough that she’s seeing me have this breakdown right now,” you snap, looking to see Jo who has her head buried in Drew’s neck like she’s hiding.

“No, I didn’t mean it like that. I meant that this is all my fault. I’m the one who made you doubt our entire relationship. I’m the one who started to replace his family with someone who could never compare to my family. I love you, y/n. I’m sorry that I put you through this. I hate that you’re in such a turmoil because of me. I promise, on everything good in my life, I never cheated nor did I ever think about cheating on you. On my family. You both are the loves of my life. Please, please let me prove that to you. I will cut Odessa out, I don’t care. I will do anything. Please, I need you,” he pleads. Both of you have tears rolling down your cheeks.

“I need you, too,” you say, causing Drew to immediately pull you into a bone crushing hug.

“Can I come home?”

“It isn’t home without you,” you say and mean it.

“We still have a lot to talk about,” you add.

“I know. I’m ready to talk whenever you are, but most importantly, I’m ready to come home, and prove to you for the rest of my life that I will always choose you and Jo.”

You just nod in response, wanting so badly to have more of a connection to him than a hug. You lean up on the tips of your toes and press your lips to his, putting so much love and want into it. The hand that pulled you into his hug makes its way to hold onto the back of your neck, you sigh in relief. You suck on his bottom lip, dragging a groan out of him, but also making him pull away in the process. You pout at his action.

“I had to stop before things escalated. Plus, we have Jolene here,” he huffs out with a small giggle.

“You’re right. We should get home,” you answer back.

“I’ll drive your car and you can drive mine. I know Jolene’s been giving you tantrums because I wasn’t around,” he suggests.

Your mind goes back to that dark places that tells you that you aren’t worthy of being a mother, but Drew nips it in the bud.

“Stop, you’re not a bad mother. It killed me to hear you talk that way about yourself, especially when you could never be a bad mother. I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you that sooner.”

You sigh and nod your head, not being able to resist going back in for another kiss. You try to make it a long one, but your daughter has a different plan. She tries to pull you apart from Drew, and lisps out a small “mine,” letting you know to back off. You and Drew can’t help but laugh at her possessiveness.

“She’s the only girl that can take you away from me,” you state firmly, peering into Drew’s eyes with that sexy fierceness that he loves so much. So much that when you start to pull away from his embrace, he brings you back in by the belt loops of your jeans and squeezes on your ass, making you gasp and laugh out. You shake your head at him and then squeeze his ass in return.

He couldn’t agree more. He’d never let another woman come between his family again. He couldn’t believe he let it happen the first time. It was the biggest mistake he had ever made, and one he’d do whatever to avoid making it again.

a/n: The requested part 2 is finally here!!! I hope you all enjoy it!

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[hufflepuff-16]

You're a cutie ☆ミ

Harry Potter x gn reader (〝⌒∇⌒〝)

Warnings: just a tiny big of angst mostly cute fluff

Summary: Reader is feeling a bit sad, so Harry tries to cheer her up (friends to lovers fic).

Link to my previous James Potter fanfic

You arrive at Diagon Alley for your yearly shopping trip, but instead of feeling happy, you feel rather lonely and melancholy, it had been a year since the battle of hogwarts so after having visited half the shops, you decide to go to the Leaky Cauldron, hoping the warmth of the pub will make you feel better. When you enter, your mood lifts immediately. The bar is crowded, and the atmosphere is cosy. You find a booth in the back, and as you look up, you notice a familiar face walking in, who grins when you smile and wave him over to sit with you.

"Hi Harry," you say loudly

Harry waves at you and slides into the booth, grabbing a pitcher of Butterbeer as he does so.

“You look a little down. What’s the matter? Everything alright?” He says with a sympathetic smile.

Oh, Harry is so sweet, you thought. He was always looking out for others.

"Ah... you know, feeling a bit tired," you say truthfully.

Harry’s eyes soften upon hearing you say that. He reaches out an arm and rests a hand on your shoulder.

“Anything I can do to help? I may not be the wisest fella, but I’ve been told I am rather good at cheering people up.” He offers you a comforting smile, which somehow warms you from the inside out.

"You’re cute Harry you know that," You say teasingly.

Harry feels himself blushing at the compliment, and then grins at you.

“Well, thanks? I’d like to think that I have my charm moments,” he says in a playful tone.

He then smiles at you, “but honestly? I think you’re the cute one.”

You roll your eyes playfully at his comment, "What brings you here, Harry?"

“I could do with a chat and a good butterbeer,” Harry says and smiles warmly at you. He also happens to think you look really great tonight and is very tempted to say so, but decides against it for now.

“What are you doing in Diagon Alley, if you don’t mind me asking. I don’t really recognise this as your usual hangout place.”

"Oh, I'm just doing my yearly school shop."

Harry nods along and makes a little “Mm-hm” sound.

“Did you manage to get all the supplies you need?” He asks with a curious expression. “Not like a certain someone who’s a chronic procrastinator who would rather goof off than get his supply list finished…” He says with a joking smirk and nudging your shoulder with his.

"Yup, I've got everything, Mr Procrastinator ," You tease.

Harry laughs lightly. “I was talking about myself, you know,” he says with a smile, “but you knew that.” He says with a grin and nudges your shoulder once more. “I’m glad to hear you managed to get everything you need, though. I wouldn’t want you to be underprepared the day for the school year starts.”

He tilts his head at you, “So… how are you liking your holiday so far?” He asks, wanting to know how your time off from Hogwarts has been treating you.

"Actually to tell you the truth it's been quite hard, I'm just scared for them to end because then we would be back at hogwarts and.....you know.....that's where the battle happened and I'm worried I'll just see the bodies of our loved ones, and death eaters!" You give a shudder.

Harry looks worried and reaches to grab your hand to offer you comfort as you speak.

“I… I completely understand,” he says quietly and then sighs a little bit.

“Unfortunately I can’t exactly promise you nothing bad will happen. Death Eaters are ruthless, and I can’t make any guarantees. However…” he gives you a soft smile, “I can promise we’ll be there for each other. We’re in this together.”

He squeezes your hand a little.

“You have my word. And you have me.”

You give him a smile, "Thanks, Harry, you are a good person, you know."

Harry blushes at your kind words.

“Well… I try to be,” he says as he smiles at you. He then clears his throat and attempts to shift the conversation into a slightly lighter tone.

“So if you could do anything you wanted right now, what would you do?” He asks playfully. “You can ask for the moon and stars. The sky is the limit. It’s your wish, whatever it is.” He says with a grin.

You think for a moment and then decide what you wish for.

"I think I'd like to be in my house with some hot chocolate and a blanket, maybe watch a movie."

Harry nods. “Sounds perfect. What movie would you like to watch?” He asks curiously.

“And you can have all the hot chocolate you’d like. I’ll whip you up a batch.” He adds with a warm smile.

You blush, did he truly mean that?

"You want to go home with me and do that?" You ask, blushing.

Harry blushes and looks at you for a moment. “I…” he trails off for a second, blushing even more as his eyes look you up and down, taking you in.

“Yeah, I think I would.” He smiles back at you. “It would be nice.”

You smile at him, feeling a little bit shy, "Ok, let's go to my house, I'll apparate us there."

“Alright, lead the way,” Harry says with a warm smile and stands up to follow after you.

He pauses for a second before asking quietly, “Would it be okay if I held your hand?” He asks sincerely. “I just want to know what you're comfortable with.”

you love how sensitive Harry is with what you are comfortable with, "of course, cutie!"

Harry smiles at you and blushes at that adorable nickname you gave him.

“Thank you,” he says quietly, and as he holds your hand, he feels this sense of rightness within him, and the realization that you and him have a connection that goes deeper than just friends. That this is something special.

He laces his fingers with yours as he walks along with you. “So have you got any cute roommates I should know about?” He asks with a teasing twinkle in his eyes.

"You'll see," you laugh, apparating yourselves into your home.

Your home is amazing. It’s the definition of cosy. Just like you described, there’s a blanket on the couch and hot chocolate steaming away on the kitchen counter. It really is the perfect place to relax and watch a movie.

“This is nice,” Harry says with a content sigh and then takes a seat on the couch, putting his arm around you in an affectionate motion. “I’m really glad you brought me here.” He smiles kindly at you.

you give a small smile and plop right down next to him on the couch, waiting for him to choose a movie to watch, when your cat comes to see who is sitting on their favourite napping place

"Harry, meet my cute roommate flutter," you tease gesturing towards the fluffy cat.

Harry smiles and picks up your cat, giving it a few scritches and pats.

“Hello, Flutter,” he says in a soft and gentle voice. “Very cute roommates you’ve got!” He says as he giggles and sets his kitty friend down next to you at the end of the couch.

Harry looks through the collection of DVDs at your coffee table and ends up picking out a movie called “The Breakfast Club.”

“Do you want to watch this? I quite liked it when I was younger.”

"Sure!" Leaning your head against his shoulder, getting yourself into a comfy position on the lumpy couch.

Harry blushes a little more at the way you melt into his body, and smiles softly as he feels you pull closer.

“Are you comfortable?” He asks you and looks down at you with a look of pure concern and caringness. “If you want the remote, I can grab it for you.” He offers as the title menu starts loading.

"No, cutie, I'm perfectly content," you say.

Harry’s cheeks keep growing red as he hears that adorable nickname again, but the heat he feels in his face is completely justified now and comes from something more than just being warm. It’s from pure affection and fondness.

“That’s good,” he says quietly, and kisses you on the cheek as the movie starts playing. His lips softly press against your skin, and his touch is light, careful, but there’s a little bit of pressure too, enough for you to know that he means it, and that this is no casual peck.

"Harry...... can I ask you?" Something you aren't sure if the question is appropriate or if your anxiety is acting up.

Harry looks at you with an expression of concern, and then nods at you.

“Of course you can, anything,” he says, and his tone is empathetic and compassionate. “What’s on your mind?” He asks earnestly, and his expression is warm, inviting, and soft. It makes you want to tell him anything you want to get off your chest when you look at him because you just know that he would handle your feelings responsibly and carefully.

"Are you still seeing Ginny?" You really hoped he wasn't because she had been harbouring a crush on him forever, and now has he been showing you some affectionate signs.

Harry looks at you, and it’s as if the rest of the world just falls away when you look into his eyes. They’re warm, kind and thoughtful, and the moment you see them, your heart skips a beat and you feel that familiar feeling of butterflies in your stomach, the one that’s just for him.

It’s like you’re in your own little world with him. No one else exists.

He takes a moment to collect his thoughts and consider what you asked.

“No,” he says quietly, “I’m not seeing Ginny.”

"Oh....." relief floods through you.

“You don’t have to worry about that,” Harry says with a gentle smile at you. “I like you, you know that. And nobody else is going to steal my attention or affections.” He says with absolute sincerity and truthfulness. He leans in to kiss you lightly on the forehead.

“You’re my main priority.” He says as he pulls back after the kiss, looking down at you with an adoring and fond expression.

"Harry Potter, you make me the happiest person in the world!" You say genuinely.

Harry sighs softly and smiles at you.

“You make me the happiest person in the world, y’know?” He says while nodding, “so it’s only fitting that the feeling is mutual,” he adds, his tone soft and tender.

There’s something about you that just… makes him want to shower you with all the love he has in him. It’s that deep sense of being special to one another that he’s never felt before.

"I'd like to start seeing you when we go back to school, Harry." You say wanting to have something more with Harry.

Harry’s eyes light up and he nods. “That’s… definitely something I’d like as well,” he says with a warm and genuine smile on his face.

“You’re an amazing person. I feel like we have something very special here and… honestly, I’d like to see where this goes.” He says softly, placing a hand on your cheek and looking into your eyes. His gentle touch sends a thrill of excitement throughout your heart and makes you feel giddy with happiness.

You smile, pressing a soft peck to his lips.

Harry blushes and his heart skips a beat at your kiss. It’s the perfect blend of cute and flirty.

“Mmm…” he mumbles softly and blushes even more. “That felt really nice, y’know?”

He leans in and kisses you again, this time just a little bit more deeply than last time. For the first time, a trace of his tongue moves to meet yours, slowly, with no rush or pressure to the moment. As you pull back, you see Harry’s face is all glowing red still, and his expression is one of pure joy.

"I love you, Harry," you say your heart had never been this full of happiness before.

Harry’s lips part as you say that in a breath of surprise. His eyes are wide as he looks at you, and for a moment, he just stares in disbelief.

“I…I-I…” he stammers out, his voice breaking as his chest flutters with an overwhelming sense of emotions. “I love you too!” He says in a soft whisper, and tears stream down his cheeks as he realizes just how much that statement means to him. He leans in to pull you in for an all-consuming kiss.

The End

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Past flashbacks in which Baz grows up being visited by an older Simon in the woods outside his house in Hampshire + current 7th year Simon suddenly finds himself traveling back in time to visit young Baz = both Simon and Baz trying to figure out what’s happening in the present, resulting in them falling in love in a mesh of past and present

🌍What tags or warnings will your / one of your wip(s) need if you intend to share it?

Soulmates, time travel, canon divergent, Watford-era, angst with a happy ending, kid!Baz, lightly inspired by Time Traveler’s Wife.

🧭An alternative title to your / one of your WIP(s)?

I mentioned this last week, but I quite like Start at the End, even though I don’t think it technically is accurate or describes the fic.

⚠️Which wip you’re most likely to finish or update next?

Idk, this one will be quite long, but everything else in my WIP folder are just attempts at starting a premise I liked, but none of them have gotten much traction, so probably this one? Hopefully?

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Time Travel AU

🖍Post Any sentence from your wip

He whistles, looking around and finally taking the time to fully appreciate the tree house.

“Did you make this?”

“With help,” I explain. “Some from Father. Mostly from you.”

His eyebrows raise in surprise. That’s one thing I’ve yet to figure out, why he forgets. Sometimes, he remembers our past visits with more detail than I do. As if they’d just happened the day before instead of years ago. Other times, he can’t remember something as big as building a treehouse with me. He reminds me of my grandmother, when her dementia had its grips on her. She’d recall something from her childhood so clearly, and the next minute, she’d forget my name.

Father didn’t want me to call attention to it in front of her. He said it would only make her more confused. So I don’t mention it to him, either. We just sort of…dance around it, without mentioning it outright. (He’d fit right in with my family, honestly.) I just clarify things and then we move on.

♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP

I was thinking about having the Humdrum be a time traveling younger Simon, or something like that, in addition to current Simon being a time traveler. Like, they discover there’s another version of him traveling, but I thought that would be too confusing. So instead, he’s just the regular ol’ Humdrum.

🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

I have a lil Drabble in my head about Baz being sad while his wedding ring is getting fixed by the jewelers for a week so Simon has to cheer him up. (It me. Rubbing my empty ring finger all week while it’s getting fixed and I hate it not being there.)

🤡How many Wips are you actively working on?

Actively? I think just this one right now. There are about 4 other half starts from earlier this year when I was just throwing spaghetti noodles at the wall to see what stuck. Some of them I may come back to if I get a burst of inspiration or something.

🛠Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?

(One of) the big reveals because the scene carries a lot of emotional weight, and I want to do it right.

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And kudos to anyone who read this far!

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legitimately fuckin obsessed with the avatrice football au my dude. that last snippet brought me pure JOY im tellin you what

[well here's some ava pov while i procrastinate ch3 plot lol, s/o to @unicyclehippo for the worst/best gay pun of all time, love u. honestly this is long enough to put on ao3 so ... i'll do that in a footy au series i suppose for context... justice for chanel lol]

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waking up from your first surgery is a blur, mostly an inexplicable terror when you can’t feel your legs, when you can barely move your fingers. tears leak from your eyes and you can’t wipe them, can only let them roll down into your temples. but then there’s a hand in yours, and chanel’s comforting touch, her voice soft.

‘it’ll be okay, ava,’ she says.

it won’t be okay, you’re certain of it, because you’d been taken straight from the field to the hospital, and then right into surgery, your kit cut off so that they didn’t move your spine more than you already had. you love football; you love football, the feeling of being so at home in your body, the feeling of going fast and the delight of the burn in your muscles, of not being afraid of anything.

‘i’m really scared.’ you look at chanel, showered and gorgeous, in a team issued bomber that seems impossibly elegant, even now. 

‘yeah,’ she grants, swipes her thumb against your cheeks and into your hair, catching your tears. she grabs a tissue and wipes your nose, which, from anyone else, would be absolutely horrifying, but she does it with so little fanfare and you’re in pain and also not pain — the worse option — you can’t even really care. she’s your favorite teammate: kind and brave and funny. she’s your friend. ’you’re gonna get through this, though.’

‘i don’t — i don’t want to.’

you don’t even quite know what you mean, still out of it because of pain meds and anesthesia, but chanel sighs gently.

‘you will. one day, you will.’

/

you don’t, not for a long time. after your fifth surgery you kind of tell yourself that you’ve definitely given up on football; they move you to a long-term rehab facility specifically for spine injuries, which is better than the hospital for sure, but it’s still hours and hours of physical and occupational therapy that leaves you feeling discouraged more often that not. once the inflammation starts to go down in your spine, you start to, at least, regain some function in your arms and hands, and after your sixth surgery, things are, you’ll admit, more hopeful. at the very least, you’ll be able to do things like use a manual chair and cook and type emails. 

you’re not great at texting yet; your occupational therapist is always telling you that if you worked on writing, and holding cutlery, and even more boring, pointless shit like pick up sticks, you’d have an easier time, but, whatever, you can type with the pointer finger of your right hand and it gets the job done. chanel visits as often as she can, most days in the late morning, which feels particularly generous in the off season when she could be being glamorous somewhere else, probably invited to paris fashion week or something. she brings makeup — expensive, beautiful makeup — and doesn’t seem to care when you clumsily fuck up lipstick or poke your eye with a mascara wand. you know she brings it so you actually do your occupational therapy exercises, but she also brings you changes of comfortable clothes and washes your hair gently every few days. she lies back in bed with you, long limbed and beautiful, and watches matches when you don’t feel too sad. 

a few days after your eighth surgery, your last, according to your neurosurgeon, you wear a giant back brace over your beatrice xin jersey, your favorite player to watch, and your physical therapy team gets you strapped into this harness that connects to the ceiling so you can try to walk on the treadmill and for sure won’t fall. it kind of feels like you’re doing a stunt or something, and chanel stands there and indulges you with a smile while you make all of your best ‘strapped into a harness’ jokes.

and then — you do walk. it’s slow going, the treadmill barely moving, and your legs feel sluggish and so weak and almost not like your own. it’s been two months since you took a step and it feels like a fucking miracle. chanel wipes a tear or two from her own eyes, even though you can only walk for five minutes and are sweating kind of profusely — it’s a fucking miracle, and she understands it too. 

/

‘what are you frowning at?’

she rolls her eyes and pockets her phone, easily pedaling with insane resistance on the peleton next to you while you struggle to get your legs to listen to your brain and pedal at all. ‘idiot bros on twitter. “trans women don’t belong in women’s sports” and all that bullshit.’

you stop trying to pedal because you’re already entirely unsuccessful today and now you’re not able to focus at all. ‘fuck them.’

she grins. ‘yeah.’

‘i’ll beat them up, just you watch.’

it makes her laugh, and you think she knows you really would physically get into a fight — on or off the field — if anyone ever said anything to her. 

‘plus, i can take you 1v1.’

‘in your dreams, silva.’

‘i’m going to, again. don’t even think i won’t.’

chanel pats your hand; you feel it all. ‘i’ve always known you could do it. i’ve never thought you wouldn’t, ava.’

you duck your head, unused to genuine praise after all this time stuck in the same boring, discouraging, painful rooms at the spine center, even though all of your doctors and nurses and therapists had been nice.

‘but,’ she says, ‘first you gotta pedal on this bike.’

‘it’s hard,’ you whine.

‘you’re just distracted.’

you look at the game you’d turned on, beatrice xin currently with two goals and two assists, and sigh. ‘i’m horny.’

it gets the biggest, best laugh out of chanel, and you feel a little something like pride bloom in your chest: you love making people you care about laugh. 

‘fine, fine,’ you grumble. you look down at your feet, your quads and calves so small and pale compared to six months ago; you try to breathe through the immediate fear and the tiny bit of shame that pops up. but you focus, feel your feet firmly on the pedals, think about how you know how to ride a bike; you know how to stand up straight and put on pants and kick a ball. the back brace you have on feels tight, feels restricting — but you focus on activating your quads, then your hamstrings, and you eventually get the pedals to move.

‘hell yeah,’ chanel says.

‘if you try to give me a high five right now i think i’ll get all scrambled if i try to move my hand.’

she laughs, reaches over and pats the top of your head instead. 

/

‘ava silva,’ chanel says, and you grin; you can’t help it. she holds her phone at a, thankfully, flattering angle as you walk along the beach — slowly, but steady: you trust you won’t fall, that you’re strong enough and getting stronger. ‘what does freedom feel like?’

chanel has like… three million followers, and she loves social media, something that your old club has always been thrilled about. they hadn’t renewed your contract, but you’d understood; they’re still paying for all of your medical care, so you don’t really feel upset, just a sense of loss you’re not quite ready to name. but chanel loves you, and she’s so, so happy for you — even if you never play again, you’re walking and even starting to run now; you’re in pain but it’s manageable. it’s okay.

‘it feels —‘ euphoric; devastating — ‘like a miracle.’

/

you flop down on chanel’s neatly made and extravagent bed; you’ve been staying in her guest room — which she had turned into her closet, so it’s still kind of packed with all of her beautiful clothes, although there is a very expensive bed for you — and training until, hopefully, you can get signed somewhere. she doesn’t even look up from her ipad when you sigh. ‘hello, ava.’

‘i have a favor to ask that i actually think you’ll be interested in.’

she pauses whatever she’s doing, then looks up. ‘i’m listening.’

‘well! okay, so. as you know, i’ve basically only worn hospital gowns and sweats for the last year and a half, and before that, i was, like, a child.’

chanel perks up, and you can practically see the wheels in her head turning already.

‘and now, wherever i get signed, you know, people are gonna care, and want interviews and all this stuff. so, in small part, i want to feel good about how i look for this next chapter of football.’

‘i love it,’ she says. ‘and what’s the large part?’

you flop back again, just for the dramatics. ‘i am… so horny. like, you don’t even understand.’

she laughs. ‘JC is nice though, right?’

‘yeah,’ you say, because he is. ‘but, like, girls.’

she pauses for a second, a happy smile on her face. ‘so, you want to look… more… bisexual?’

‘i mean, i do already? because i am? right?’

‘well, of course, ava.’ it’s gentle and reassuring but still a little amused.

‘but — yeah. like, i want to pick stuff i love, my clothes and my hair and whatever, gain back control, blah blah, everything my therapist is always going on about.’

‘your therapist is great, you love her.’

‘sure.’ she is; you do. ‘so anyway, i just — i guess i just want to feel like myself.’

‘now that,’ chanel says, ‘is a favor i love.’

/

‘you’re sure?’

‘it doesn’t matter if i’m sure,’ chanel says, sitting in the hairdresser’s chair next to yours. you have the salon to yourselves; she’d booked you a private appointment with her hairstylist immediately.

you turn to said stylist, dimitri, with their chic and very neat fade. ‘are you sure?’

‘like chanel said,’ they say. ‘it only matters what you want. we don’t have to do anything big.’

you look in the mirror; you hadn’t had the real opportunity to get a haircut in a long time, being in the hospital and rehab and then spending as much time as you could training after that. you haven’t, really, taken the time to deeply care for yourself, something your therapist has been bothering you about. you want, so badly, to live as big as you can. as much as you can. 

‘well, i’m sure, as long as you think it’ll, like, be good for my face shape or whatever.’

chanel and dimitri share a quick glance and then chanel rolls her eyes. ‘ava, you have to know that you’re beautiful, right?’

you pause for what you feel is an appropriate amount of time. ‘yes.’

‘but since you asked,’ dimitri says, ‘i do think this will be great for your face shape.’

‘alright,’ you say, feeling suddenly very excited and a little buoyed. ‘let’s fucking do it, then.’

chanel cheers and dimitri grins; they wash your hair gently, and you feel a little panicked until chanel starts talking about the threesome she had a few nights ago, which is delightful and grounding enough you stay, fairly easily, in the present of this beautiful, outrageously expensive salon, the control you get to have. not that you’re thrilled about your therapist being completely 100% correct, but… she was right. 

dimitri dries your hair and then combs it out patiently, divides it and then clips up the top part. ‘ready?’

‘definitely.’

chanel grins and it’s easy, so much easier than you knew it would be, to sit and watch yourself become. you’re filled with a sense of joy, this tiny seed that grows as dimitri cuts your hair to your chin precisely, and asks you about your plans for the day, and food you love, and chanel talks about her latest modeling contract — in addition to football, which amazes you in a way that makes you feel proud in the very center of your chest, this incredible person who showed up and helped take care of you. you feel your shoulders relax; you feel your feet firmly in the new sneakers converse had sent you, comfortable and cool; you even take time to feel your butt in the chair with the knowledge that you don’t need to do any pressure reliefs or weight shifts because, when dimitri is done, you’ll be able to stand up and walk and dance and run and even play football. and even if — even if — one day, you couldn’t, you have your friends and your teammates and your life.

‘you look hot, ava,’ chanel says, very genuinely, after dimitri finishes with a leave in, then shows you how to dry your hair and recommends a light oil. 

‘go ahead,’ they say, ‘run your hands through it, all that jazz.’

to touch; to feel. you think you might cry, all of a sudden, with your soft hair that you picked, that you wanted, and chanel takes in your wobbling bottom lip and then tuts and pulls you toward her. because of your height difference, your face is basically smooshed into her chest and, even though you do cry, you laugh too, wet and messy and alive.

‘this probably my favorite place in the world,’ you say.

chanel shoves you playfully and you grin up at her. 

‘thank you.’

she waves you off, as she always does when she’s a little overwhelmed too. ‘don’t thank me yet. now we have to go shopping.’

/

it’s not as bad as you’d feared; despite the fact that chanel only wears the most elegant designer clothes — her closet is full of gucci and bottega and, of course, chanel, and a whole shelf of louboutins — but she also loves you and knows you, deeply, and so when her driver pulls up to a row of a few very cool-looking thrift stores, you have to hug her again. she gives you helpful feedback on pieces and outfits and you feel, quite genuinely, happier than maybe you ever have. you buy crop tops and high waisted, loose jeans and a few sweaters you love; some silly earrings and a necklace and a cap that chanel laughs at, but fondly enough you know it works. you find a men’s button up with a bunch of flames on it and she rolls her eyes but you put it on anyway, knot it at your waist so it feels just above your shorts.

‘do i look bi?’

‘you look a little bit crazy, but i definitely wouldn’t think you’re straight.’

you’re practically shaking with excitement: ‘it’s… flaming. i’m flaming! get it!’

chanel groans. ‘ava,’ she says, but wraps an arm around your shoulders and throws it on the growing pile anyway.

/

you feel happier than maybe you ever have until the next morning, when you come back from a silly game of football on the beach with her and JC and a few of your other friends, your hair spilling out of the tiny bun you’d managed to get it into, which had made you laugh, and sit down to have some burrata — another one of your favorites that chanel indulges in getting for you from time to time, even did while you were in the hospital and she had to put it on little crackers and feed it to you herself — and then accept a call from your agent. you step inside to take it, close the door softly. 

after it’s done, you yank the door open this time, burst onto the patio. all of your nerves are alive; in your shorts, your legs look strong again, tan and muscular and capable.

‘good news?’

you’re almost too excited to explain that you’re getting signed by your favorite club, $6 million for the year, with, if all goes well, an option to extend your contract another season after. a bonus: they just hired dr. jillian salvius, one of the best sports specialists in the world. all of your care will be, of course, included.

chanel starts to cry, which makes you start to cry, and she hugs you to her tightly. 

‘i am so happy for you,’ she says. ‘and i’m really gonna miss you.’

‘i’m gonna miss you too,’ you tell her. 

she backs up and puts her hands on your shoulders, a smile sneaking up her face. ‘you know, i happen to remember your favorite player in the whole entire world playing at a certain club.’

you hadn’t really thought past football and then six million dollars, but — ‘fuck.’

chanel laughs, face beautiful and delicate and rich in the sun. ‘i can’t wait to show her pictures of you in her jersey.’

‘oh god, are there any on my instagram? i have to go check.’

she just keeps laughing, and it’s all brimming, so wonderful, right at your fingertips.

/

you sign a few days later, your hands steady.

/

‘well,’ chanel asks, lounging back in bed on zoom, ‘how was day one?’

‘oh my god.’ your hair is still wet from the shower you took at the training grounds; you had raced back to your new apartment to make sure you were on time for your call. ‘i got there early, to play a little bit, get the nerves out, you know. and guess who was there and wanted to play 1v1?’

she grins. ‘no fucking way.’

‘i got schooled, obviously,’ you say, think of the way beatrice xin had moved with the ball, how surely she went into tackles, how precise she was. ‘i did score twice, though, and nutmegged her once. greatest football moment of my life, i’m pretty sure.’

‘what’s she like?’

you think chanel is probably humoring you, but you don’t care. ‘beatrice is… beautiful.’ it’s really the only word you have: her neat bun that stayed in place perfectly other than a few errant strands by the end of the session today; her clipped, lovely accent; the way her calves had looked while she was sprinting; the delicate lines of her face; her freckles and her eyes; how she had been serious and professional but kind; her strong back, muscles rippling under her skin in a way that made you shiver, in the locker room when she had untucked her quarterzip and pulled it over her head; how she seemed lonely, despite it all. ‘she’s really beautiful.’

/

it’s a while later when the sheer mortification dawns on you, but then beatrice, in her weird, hot, hilarious way, seems to dissipate the extreme embarrassment you’re going to be faced with by being embarrassing first.

‘hello, chanel.’ she reaches out her hand very seriously, in her favorite linen jumpsuit and a very expensive pair of off-white dunks and black, cat eye sunglasses that are honestly cooler than you expected, in front of her favorite nice brunch place. chanel shoots you a glance and then shakes bea’s hand firmly while you both try not to laugh. 

‘hey, it’s great to meet you.’

‘you, as well,’ bea says. ‘i — before we sit, i just wanted to extend my admiration, for the work you have done both on and off the field for trans equity in our sport.’

it’s so serious, and so genuine, chanel seems a little disarmed and a little affected. ‘thank you.’

bea nods once, seriously. ‘and, maybe more importantly, even, my deep gratitude, for caring for ava. she’s spoken so highly of you, and it means — i love her,’ bea decides on, after a pause. ‘i’m glad, immeasurably so, that she has people who love her too.’

chanel suspiciously sniffles. ‘can i give you a hug? is that weird?’

bea smiles, a real smile, your favorite, and opens her arms. you resist the urge, passionately, to make a joke about how the two hottest (sorry, lilith) women you know together is really gonna do it for you during your alone time later, which is honestly a fucking feat.

‘well,’ chanel says, ‘i made a presentation of every embarrassing thing ava has done that you should know about.’

‘oh no.’

bea loops her arm with chanel when she gallantly offers, and bea says, ‘oh yes.’ you trail behind them, feeling short and small and bursting with happiness. chanel orders basically the entire menu for you to try and she and bea laugh at your expense when chanel opens her phone and does, indeed, have an entire canva presentation of you being embarrassing, but you don’t really mind at all. the sun warms your shoulders and you drink champagne that costs way too much money, the bubbles bright on your tongue. chanel laughs and bea puts her hand on your thigh, just like that: you feel it all.

[sadistic-kiss]

VERY LONG COMMENT!

Appreciation Comment + comment on the chapter ( basically me rambling for a very long time) ♡

The way I dropped everything I was doing the second, I saw the notification for House of Alpha chapter 14. (≧ヘ≦　)

I remember finding the series when there were only 3 chapters out, and I've never been more grateful to have found it! I absolutely adore the series (and all of your other work too! I found you through Bloody Summer on AO3~) (σ≧▽≦)σ

I love your ideas, your style of writing, the plot, the cringe, and 2nd hand embarrassment I get when reading. I adore you! Did I say how much I adore you? Well I absolutely adore you! ( ≧∀≦)ノ

ANYWAYS, enough rambling about how much I adore you and your work, LET'S TALK ABOUT CHPATER 14!!

When the explosion went off and I started freaking out along with Raven... I was about to fight whoever was going to hurt my babies (the alphas are everything but babies but they're my babies!) (ノ｀Д´)ノ彡┻━┻

Then, when I read that Nanami was injured and was bleeding, I was about to throw hands at the monster! Luckily (but still unlucky), it was just the poison... I need Nanami to be healthy again!! =(っ*´□`)っ

And then Satoru.

I'm biased since Satoru is my favorite, BUT THE WAY, MY HEART BROKE WHEN HE THOUGHT WE HATED HIM!!! I was screaming and crying no and how much I loved him. I need to hug my baby and smother him in my love. ｡･(��д`｡)･｡

AND THEN THE ENDING OF THE CHAPTER! Had me screaming from the kiss, and now I'm so excited for the next chapter! Time is moving too slow for me, I want to know what happens next, and I absolutely can't wait! (Take your time. This is just me being annoying–) 。。(〃_ _)σ∥

I seriously can't believe this story came to you in a dream. Why can't it happen to me too!? I seriously can't imagine it. If the story came to me in a dream, I would have been so upset when I woke up! Like, let me go back to dreaming where I can have hot guys in my personal space! (´□`; 三 ;´□`)

OK, LAST COMMENT I PROMISE!

This is actually my first time ever commenting despite reading and liking everything from you, so I'm just going to say, FROM NOW ON, I will leave a comment (on tumblr) on everything! If I don't, come and scold me because I need to smother you in affection for creating these masterpieces!! No, seriously, please remind me if I ever forget to smother you in affection because you absolutely deserve it! I'm counting on you to remind me if I forget to comment!

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PS: Did I tell you how much I love you and your work?

PPS: You actually were one of the 2/3 writers who inspired me to start writing! Although it's still a work in progress because it's easier to imagine than write and because I'm procrastinating–

PPPS: I LOVE YOU FOR EXISTING AND CREATING THESE MASTERPIECES. I'M DETERMINED TO SMOTHER YOU IN AFFECTION!!!!

*Squeals and cry at the same time*

I like to type my response while reading a long comment but I’m already giggling and smiling like a damn idiot 🥹

I’m so glad you found me~ bloody summer was such a long time ago oh wow 😂. I have changed so much since my friend and I started that one. Sometimes I read it and hiss a bit, it is quite dark. I might rewrite it in my style? (Is that a writing style? I dunno I’m kind of new to this lol.) I was once a sadistic bean but I am now turned into a mushy chef 👩‍🍳(I swear I blame gege it’s his fault and I will raise my fist to the sky till the day I rest). Maybe I should change my name to chef’s kisses XD.

*giggles and kicks my feet some more* I swear i can’t stop smiling while reading this my cheeks hurt 😭.

Ooo~ just in case someone didn’t read chapter 14 yet I’ll put a spoiler warning hehe 🤭

⚠️House of alpha Chapter 14 Spoiler warning engage ⚠️

Yes 🥺, they are our psycho little pack but we must take care of them because they are silly and stupid at times.

I know our poor Nanami baby 😭🖤 (we are doing our best)

I’m bias about all the characters, my daddies can do nothing wrong XD. Gojo feeling sad because he’s feeling left out makes me do tha aaaahh~ poor bebe~

House of alpha is one of those stories where I’m writing a chapter and have to stop myself because I’m writing into the next chapter. I had planned to make chapter 14 longer but it was already peaking 4k and you know Gojo is going to want more from that kiss because he’s greedy 👀~. I also had fell asleep like right after I posted hahah. I was so mad when my work didn’t save I stayed up all night to finish it so don’t worry I’ll try to get that next chapter to you ASAP~ I do have two children that are not yet out the house (Looks at Desert Rose and House of Alpha stories) I must love them both equally so the next post will be for Desert Rose ~ don’t worry she’s almost old enough lol (not me treating my stories like kids XD) 🖤

Oh! Yes! I have very interesting dreams. I have so many ideas that I have to close off because I need to finish the stories I have lol. I like to focus on one or two stories at a time.

So~ I don’t think I can tell you how fucking hilarious it was when i ran away in my dream from the omega house. In my dream I actually was on the boat getting ready to sail. I was leaning on the side looking out at the beautiful ocean while taking a deep sigh. Like damn those were some hot ass alphas, I’ll never get that experience but oh well~ The captain sounded the bell for us to go but then stopped mid ring. that’s when two men stepped up beside me. Sukuna was snacking on fingers (he was a lot more gruesome in my dream. Like he actually killed miwa in my dream because he got pissy of the food she served him so I made sure to save her in the actual story and made that part part of the game story if that makes sense) while Toji just leaned on the side to admire the view with me. And Toji was like nice view Huh? And sukuna was like yeah imma stop you right here I don’t like boats get the fuck off And I looked at them like WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GUYS DOING HERE?! And toji was like oh we were just seeing where you were going but let’s stop it here prime omega. And the complete shock I felt when they told me they chose me sent me flying over board as I swam away and ran because I just can’t accept nice things XD. yeah hehe my dream was more of the smutty bits and plots lol I don’t want to spoil it 🤭.

But when I woke up I was left in awe. It was like i watched a really good movie but I can’t tell anyone to watch it because it doesn’t exist so I gotta retell the story like tenacious D singing their tribute to the greatest song in the world but it was the greatest reverse harem issekai in the world 🤣🖤. I was like the people must know of this story !

Omg! 😭 this comment was already worth a thousand comments hahah! And I love to spoil so please don’t feel obligated, it just makes me so happy to even read this 🖤. I waited till the morning to read it since I was super tired when I finished chapter 14 I wanted to make sure I could really indulge in your comment. I saw it before bed and couldn’t stop smiling because I wanted to read it this morning lol. I feel like I just drank a cup of coffee and I’m so excited to start my morning so thank you, this meant a lot to me. You could have literally put I love you and I would have been grinning all day 🖤🤭.

Oh! I love love love when others are inspired to write so please if you need help let me know! I write stories I want to read 😭😭😭! I have bookmarks of fanfics that haven’t been updated since last year, I am desperate for more fanfics haha!

Oh wow I typed so much I am so sorry sometimes when I get excited I can’t stop typing XD

P.S: I love YOU and will do my best to spoil you with more to eat. I love to feed and please👩‍🍳🖤

[questinwitchface]

WIP Game

Rules: Share a snippet from whatever you’re currently working on, and then tag 5 people.

Thank you for tagging me, @sunsetmaidenwrites ! I have my hands full with my 31 Days of Halloween Advent Event right now, and I thought about sharing a WIP from that challenge, but to be truthful, I have been procrastinating working on those fics lately. So, instead, have this snippet from chapter four of The Sequel to The Pirate Fic, which I'm hoping to finish the draft of this year (though I'm currently on chapter 14 out of the 21 I have planned, and I've seemed to hit a bit of a roadblock, so we'll see if that actually happens).

I think everyone I would typically tag in a game like this has already been tagged, and I don't want to annoy anyone by double-tagging them, so if you're reading this and you want to participate, consider yourself tagged by me :)

“I’m fine, Sam,” Bucky repeats, and he even mostly means it. “You should rest with the others,” he adds, looking over at where Rita and Jim are sitting at the base of a tree as Jim bandages Rita’s hands for her. Further away, Oscar and John are sitting with their shoulders pressed together, talking quietly amongst themselves. Steve and Monty are chatting near the back of the group. Kate and Clint are both still standing guard. “I’m alright,” Sam insists. “I was mostly just hoping for some time with you.” Bucky smiles in spite of the fact that Kate definitely heard that. “Did you need something specific, or just to be around me?” Bucky asks, keeping his voice neutral. “I need to look at the map.” “I’m not stopping you,” Sam says, though his voice is tinged with a little sadness. Bucky can’t stand it when Sam sounds sad. He wraps an arm around Sam’s waist and holds him close, then puts the map into Sam’s hands. Sam grins and holds it open in front of them. “Okay, so we started here,” Bucky says softly into Sam’s ear, pointing out where they’d come ashore on the beach. “That was elephant rock,” he adds, pointing to where a drawing of an elephant appears on the map, with words in a foreign language Bucky knows Sam doesn’t speak underneath it. “Mhm,” Sam hums, nodding along. “What do those words say?” he asks, squinting at them as if that’ll somehow make their meaning clearer. “It says ‘the elephant guards the entrance to the forest,’” Bucky answers. Sam nods. “Okay, so we passed that and followed this path here?” he asks, tracing a line that intersects with the river. “Yes,” Bucky says. “Then we turned left, so we’re heading this way, along the river,” he says, tracing that line for Sam. “The next landmark is a waterfall.” Sam nods, looking at where the waterfall is illustrated on the map with more writing underneath. “This is fun,” he says after a moment. “Being out here with you, doing this.” Bucky can’t help a sardonic smile. “We just almost lost someone, and you’re telling me this is fun?” “I’ve always been a little bit reckless,” Sam admits, looking up at Bucky with those gorgeous brown eyes. “I couldn’t tell,” Bucky deadpans. Regretfully, he lets Sam go and takes the map from him. “It’s about that time,” he says. Sam nods. He pulls Bucky into a quick, sweet kiss, then turns and makes his way back toward the others. Bucky turns to watch him walk away and catches sight of Monty and Steve both giving him puppy eyes. Bucky scowls and then turns away from them. They laugh.

[chairofchaos]

AO3 Chaos

I invite anyone who is interested to 1) Respond to these questions and 2) TELL ME WHAT YOUR AO3 IS SO I CAN FIND YOU THERE!

Thank you @c-starstuff-man0 for the tag! (I think someone else also tagged me but I could not find it- so thank you to you, as well, whoever you are!)

1. How many works do you have on AO3? I currently have 7 works up on AO3.

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 26,150. (That will easily double when I start posting Letters of Love, since LoL is already about 40,000 words. Oops!)

3. What fandoms do you write for? On AO3, currently only ACOTAR and Crescent City (so, SJM Universe stuff)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? (I linked my AO3 at the bottom if you want to go check any of these out!)

The Power of Jewelry (Azris, fluff)

When the Blood Burns (Azris, angst/MCD stuff)

Stormy Night in the Library (Azriel x Reader, fluff)

Death & All That Follows (Azris, definitely angst at this point). This is hilarious because it’s only half done and I’m not sure I like the ending I’ve written, which means it could go happy or sad and I don’t know how to feel about that.

Even In the Dark (Cassian x Reader, hurt/comfort and kind of fluffy) I won’t lie I had to revisit this one to remember what it was lol

5. Do you respond to comments? Yes, and I’m mean about it. Sorry to anyone who has been on the receiving end of a teasing chaos comment. I maybe have too much fun dangling teasers like carrots on a stick...

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Hahahha. Uh. Probably When the Blood Burns. For now, anyways.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? (Do I write happy endings?) Stormy Night in the Library takes my vote for this, though Say It’s True (Mor x Emerie) is also cute and ends happily. I love them. 

8. Do you write smut? Yes. There are some smutty elements to things I have posted. I haven’t written anything specifically for smut though.

9. Do you write crossovers? Nothing that’s posted.

10. Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope.

11. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Uh… not on AO3! (But if you want to check out the Gold Star Crack Headcanons @ninthcircleofprythian and I wrote a little bit ago here they are!)

12. What is your all-time favorite ship? Please. Please don’t hate me. I’ve been on a Dramione train for years now. I know it’s controversial. I can’t get them out of my head.

13. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Would it be bad if I said “Letters of Love”? No. I want to finish it so badly. I do. I’m just scared. I’m working on it, I swear. It just feels monstrous at this point. 

In actuality, I think it’s the crossover that I’m working on. It’s a Throne of Glass/ACOTAR/Crescent City monstrosity that would be roughly 400 9x11 pages long, 12 pt font single spaced with formatting. It started as a romance, morphed into a second-gen TOG x ACOTAR throuple adventure and political drama. Now I just don’t know what to do with it because the universe I’ve imagined for this is so insane and I cannot do it justice.

14. What are your writing strengths? I write with my whole heart, and I care about every word. I’ve been practicing for years.

15. What are your writing weaknesses? Mental illness. Procrastination. Writing 10k in 24 hours and then never finishing that work. I overthink everything. Next question. Please.

16. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I love it. However, I much prefer it when it’s canon that the character speaks another language. I feel awkward prescribing languages to characters unless it’s some sort of AU. I read an incredible Azris AU (linked HERE, check the tags please, written by the wonderful @annaskareninas for Azris Week) where Eris is Italian, and it worked beautifully because it was an AU! But if I was writing in universe, I would have a harder time making Eris speak Italian because for all we know they’re speaking Fae Language We Don't Have a Name For and Italian doesn’t exist in the universe. It’s a mental block for me. I don't mind reading it though!

17. First fandom you wrote for? …Harry Potter. It was 2011, okay?! However, the first I ever POSTED was Percy Jackson. Don't ask me where they ended up, it was a long time ago and those secrets were lost to the sea

18. Favorite fic you’ve written? When the Blood Burns. It hurts just right.

Tags (no pressure!): @positivelyruined @annaskareninas @ ANYONE WHO WANTS TO DO THIS! Also, let me know what your AO3 is in replies or reblogs. I need to follow more of you over there <3

My AO3 is keyboard_clacks, or chairofchaos. I post and respond to comments under both pseuds! Find Me Here!

[landofzero-archive]

Rouge&Ruby - The Circumstances of the Second Month 2

(Location: TV station lounge)

(After an Eden music program recording session)

Hiyori: Ah, that was fun! Talking and singing together is the best after all!

There’s a unique sense of fulfillment that only comes from working together as Eden……♪

Jun: I think the recording turned out good too. You're super energized aren't you, Ohiisan?

Hiyori: Of course, after all the four of us working together is just delightful, right?

That’s why there’s so many things I want to do. Since the New Year, Adam and Eve have been taking way too many separate jobs.

Jun: I also agree with you on that. Tomorrow and the day after that, I’ll be on location with you.

Hiyori: What? Are you saying you’re unsatisfied with being on location with me?

Jun: No no, I’m talking about the workflow of the units. 

I’m just feeling a bit stressed so can you not hit me please~?

Hiyori: Hmph. I don’t like how Ibara is scheduling our work without any kind of explanation either!

I’m sure you have an idea behind it but couldn’t you at least explain it? What foul weather!

Nagisa: …… Fufu. Hiyori-kun, you’re talking like me.

Hiyori: Eh?

Nagisa: …… I asked Ibara what he was thinking in the car on the way to the TV station.

Hiyori: Oh, is that so? Fufu, Nagisa-kun and I are inseparable even when we’re apart……♪

Nagisa: …… Yes, we have a telepathic connection.

Hiyori and Nagisa: ………☆ (High five)

Jun: (Whispering) Wait a sec. The seniors are getting all buddy buddy. But you, why are you being so quiet?

Ibara: (Whispering) It’s not like that. I’m simply watching them get along with a smile……♪

Jun: Liar~…… If you started talking at the wrong time, you’d get caught up in their talk so I guess you’re just watching and waiting.

Ibara: If I were to insert myself into a conversation between His Highness and Jun, or His Highness and His Excellency- I feel like such an action would be tasteless.

I was not directly asked to explain, so I don’t think I need to interrupt them.

Hiyori: Don’t you forget that!

The reason I didn’t ask was because I assumed there was something going on so I did my absolute best to put up with it. I wanted so badly to say “Explain this right now!”

Ibara: …… I don’t think I want to hear that while you’re high fiving and holding hands. But thank you for your consideration.

For the time being, until a request for it comes in…… or something like that, I thought I’d explain after I’d laid a certain amount of groundwork.

If it’s something only I know about then I can move it along at my own pace. Additionally, it was also more convenient to just stay silent.

Nagisa: …… In the car, you said you’d explain when Eden is gathered. Is now not a good time?

Hiyori: Is that what he said? Then why don’t we hurry along and get to it, all four of us are here so it’s perfect timing.

Ibara: The time isn’t bad, but this isn’t the right place to talk about it.

I can’t show any materials here, and most importantly we can’t occupy this changing room forever. We haven’t even changed out of our costumes yet.

Nagisa: …… Right. We should have changed out of our costumes first, Hiyori-kun.

Hiyori: Yes, that’s true. I just got excited, but changing clothes is the priority.

Jun: (While starting to change) …… Actually, I have an idea of what Ibara wants to talk about.

Ibara: You do?

Jun: Yeah. Something to do with Chocolat Fes. You said you’d give more details later back at New Year’s.

Hiyori: ?

Ibara: …… Ah, when we spoke on New Year’s? Now that I’m thinking about it, I do remember something like that.

Nagisa: ?

Hiyori: What are you two talking about?! Before I knew it, you two were keeping secrets from us?

I can’t believe Jun and Ibara left us out of it. This is a big deal, Nagisa-kun. It’s depressing to have secrets kept from me……!

Nagisa: …… I don’t think they were trying to leave us out, but if Hiyori-kun is sad then I am too.

…… Ibara, could you clarify?

Ibara: (Whispering) …… It’s Jun’s fault. I was procrastinating on telling you all so I could continue moving at my own pace a little while longer.

Jun: (Whispering) You threw the subject back to me, didn’t you? Can you not blame just me for once?

Ibara: …… Even if you ask me to explain, as I said before, this is not the best place to do so.

I’ll arrange a time for us to properly meet at the office at a later date.

Nagisa: …… I’ll be fine as long as Ibara tells me the time and date. What I want to know is what happened on New Year’s.

Jun: It’s not like it was a special event or anything.

I was going for a run on New Year’s and noticed the ES building lights were lit on the 18th floor.

I was curious and went to check it out and it turns out Ibara was working. So we just chatted for a bit.

Hiyori: You were training the day after SS, weren’t you Jun-kun? And Ibara, even though it was New Year’s you were working as usual!

Nagisa: …… I know you two were training, but I’d like it if you both took a break.

Ibara: Don’t concern yourself with it, Your Excellency. I was advised to rest at an appropriate time.

Jun: And after telling him that, this guy started hitting his keyboard with shocking speed.

…… Ah, could it be… 

Had you been preparing for that COMP shoot a while ago since the beginning of the year?

Hiyori: Ah… It was a sudden shoot, it had me wondering when it was even prepared. While the world was busy celebrating New Year’s, Ibara was busy laying groundwork wasn’t he?

Jun: He was saying it was a rough plan or something like that. If it’s to refine that, I guess he’s willing to give up his day off and work.

Nagisa: …… Ibara’s been moving around a lot. But, this has something to do with Chocolat Fes, right?

…… Does this mean the preparations Ibara’s been progressing through has something to do with our activities?

Ibara: Aah well, you have too many questions! I don’t particularly care at the moment so interpret it as you like.

Or rather, I said I would explain it another day, didn’t I? So no more questions! Denied!

Come on, let’s hurry up and get dressed! I’m arranging for a car to pick us up so no slacking!

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[soleillunne]

Alohaa!!! (Confession Letter / a letter to check up on them.) (Have him accept love confession please <3) hope your days amazing!!

Hiraeth please(I don’t think I spelled it right…)

( and ) = Is basically thoughts written into the letter and information.) Feel free to ignore this.

For Tighnari

“Hey Tighnari! I hope everything is going amazing in the forest. You’re all doing great at your jobs! Tell collei I’m so proud of her as well. Next time when I visit I’ll be sure to get you and her a few gifts of appreciation.

Has she checked on the sumeru rose she has? I haven’t seen it and want to make sure its violet hues are beautiful. Just like her eyes! ❤️

I’ve been debating to tell you something… A-and No I did not burn anything! I swear! But I don’t know if your reaction will be positive or negative. It can impact me severely. Try bear that in mind when I tell you in this letter later on.

I hope your day/night is going well. Make sure the others are getting plenty of rest and yourself too. I’ll be visiting in a few days. Not telling you what exact day to keep it a surprise. Or well. It’s not really a surprise then huh?

Anyways…. I decided to come visit for another reason. I’ve been dying to see you guys! I haven’t seen you both since Colleis birthday party (or Cynos birthday). Which may not sound like a ton apart I know I know. Can you not tease me this time on me just being clingy and affectionat and extroverted? I’d appreciate it. (Knowing you, you are definitely going to do that to make me suffer…)

Tighnari you most likely are thinking about what I was going to tell you or to stop procrastinating on my words and beating it around the bush. Im getting to it! Promise~

Would you and collei mind if we go see Nilous next performance? She’s been asking me to bring you both along. I can’t make her sad! She’s one of my best friends. 🥰

If you and/or collei can’t come that’s alright… I’ll go by myself or with a different friend. Don’t worry too much.

I think I have finally gathered the courage to say it. This will be really awkward I already know it. You’re probably thinking of what this confession might be. So here it is.

I strongly believe I have Fallen for you Tighnari. This is either my gravest mistake or best moment. I’m guessing your thinking why I have… so I’ll tell you.

You’re so smart,kind and amazing. Despite the sass you radiate off sometimes behind that facade is genuine care for their well-being. Despite being a fennec fox hybrid you didn’t let adaptation to the Avidya forest stop you. You’re an amazing tutor and never gave up on your pupils.

You’re always so friendly at those you trust. Tighnari your ears and tail are also so talented just like you. Your ears can hear distant sounds easier and your tail can help you by catching things if they fell.

Tighnari I love it when you’re researching. You’re always calm and collected, amazed at anything related to nature. You always brightened up my days when I was in sorrow.

I love it when you’re focused on research. You always have a soft smile as you gaze out the window from time to time. The birds chirping are always so calming for me and you with the rain coming down sometimes.

(I’m running out of room to write Tighnari…so I’ll stop it soon.)

Please tell me you can reciprocate my feelings, or deny in a friendly manner. I can deal with it. Despite the tears that might be flowing on my face as I write this. Please tell me you love me back. I’ll be waiting patiently. I’m sorry if you don’t reciprocate, it’s my fault… ( Multiple tear stains can be seen on the letter. With little doodles of flowers and plants. )

I don’t mind staying as friends Tighnari. I can deal with rejection I have many times before. I can endure it. Don’t worry for me. (A nilotpala lotus petal fell onto the paper) I really do wish and hope you feel the same. I’ll be visiting in around a day or so.

I managed to pluck some Nilotpala lotus’s in full bloom today. Here are some Sakura petals and a few inazuman specialties. Let me know if you do enjoy the food. Feel free to share with the others.” (Here’s a package for you and the others. It contains: Sakura Petals, Dango, Nilotpala Lotus’s, Lavender melons, Invigorating Kitty meal,Miso soup, Dango Milk and Sakura Mochi with Tonkotsu Ramen. Surely enough to feed a few of the rangers.)

From Caramel / CaramelStarlight / Y/N~

(A little doodle of Tighnari and Y/N can be seen on the bottom holding hands with a heart above and in between them.)

(Feel free to ignore this ask)

this is so cute bye

Tighnari carefully folds the letter after reading it, and puts it on top of the package full of food. His tail flickers behind him as he takes out his own quill and paper, and starts writing his reply.

"[name],

"It's quiet here without you. The forest rangers are all whining about how they're missing you, but we are all alright. I hope you've been taking care of yourself, as well.

The sumeru rose she has has bloomed fully a couple days ago. She's really excited about it.

I have been taking care of myself, along with the other rangers. Me and Collei will be awaiting your return, then. I won't tell her so that you can at least surprise her with your return.

It really hasn't been long since you've last been here, and yet your presence is missed greatly. Though, i must admit, it's awfully cute that you're this affectionate sometimes.

While I am not sure if i can make it, I'm sure Collei would love to come with you. You can ask her yourself when you return.

Fallen for me, you say? I'm honored to be the object of your affection. I'll admit I never expected you to confess your feelings for me in a letter, but I understand that you are nervous.

I share the same feelings. I love you, and have been for a while, so please. Don't cry over me. I will leave the rest of this conversation for your return.

Thank you for all the food and the flowers. I'll be sure to give the food to the rangers, and take care of the flowers myself.

I hope this letter will be able to ease your nerves until your return, my dear.

Tighnari. "

[sunlightmurdock]

Katie!! 💜 happy Easter, I hope you’re having a wonderful day! I’m high key obsessed with the Parent Trap and currently procrastinating finishing up this Bradley fic I’m working on, so I’m sending in a thot about pre-divorce Parent Trap Rooster and Mama Bradshaw sneaking off into the backyard at night with glasses of wine after the twins are asleep, giggling like a couple of teenagers and fucking in the pool/hot tub 🫠 - @sugarcoated-lame 💜💜💜

Ashdefhrgh KRICKET THIS HAD ME SCREAMING omggggg

So, it’s a Friday night and Bradley’s got the next couple of days off of work after some really gruelling hours in the sky over the past week, and the girls both had a sickness bug this week so mama Bradshaw is just as exhausted as he is — the second that those two terrors hit the pillow, they’re in absolute agreement that they need to unwind. Big time. This is while Phoenix’s was staying with you for that week that she and her girlfriend were in a big fight, so, Bradley tosses the baby monitor into her room and tells her that he owes her one.

Then, he’s got a bottle of red and two glasses in one hand and two rolled up towels in the other.

“I vote that we skinny dip.” You call to him as he closes the patio doors behind them. His lips are already tugging upwards into a grin and your hands are already going for the tie at the back of your neck, but he questions it anyway with a soft why’s that. She grins as she pulls at the tie and lets the knot fall apart, “Because it’s our hot tub and I’ve never been naked in it!”

“Excellent point, honey.” Bradley chuckles, kissing her temple as you step out of your bikini bottoms, stepping around her to set the wine and glasses down on the table. “Me too, huh?”

You’re already stepping up and sitting down against the bench, dipping your shoulders under the water and beaming at him as you give a slow nod. Bradley glances back towards the house and silently thanks whoever built it for putting the guest room at the front so that he doesn’t traumatise his best friend. He pushes his shorts down and instinctively cups a hand over himself as he gets in.

You scoot closer and drape one leg over his, kissing his shoulder softly, “Wine, please. Don’t bother with the glasses.”

Rooster doesn’t need to be told twice. You straddling his lap, taking turns sipping out of the bottle of wine, telling each other about your weeks.

“And then she asked me if I was sad because I had to share my bedroom with a boy!” You giggle, shaking your head at the memory of your daughter’s truly concerned little face, Rooster laughs in response and leans his head back. “They said I could move into their room with them if I wanted.”

Another laugh spills from his lips as you drink from the bottle and set it on the edge. You drape your arms around his broad shoulders and kiss his cheek softly.

“I’d miss you if you moved out,” Rooster grins, nosing at you jaw as his hands curl around your hips. “Would make Mommy and Daddy time a little more difficult.” You hum in agreement, closing the gap between the two of you and kissing his lips softly.

“Mm, I do like Mommy and Daddy time,” You nod, rocking your bare core down against him. He keeps you flush against him with one arm as he guides himself between your legs with his free hand. “Could do with a little Daddy time right now, actually.”

He chuckles softly and kisses your temple. Skin warm, his flushed and pink from the heat, he kisses sporadically at your face, your naked chest and your throat as you ride him. He grunts into your neck as you tug playfully at his roots. You gasp, head thrown back, squeezing at his biceps. He squeezes his arms tight around your middle, turning his face towards your neck.

“Christ, I can’t feel my legs.” You mumble, swallowing hard as you try to stand up. Bradley smirks, securing his towel around his waist and grabbing yours.

“C’mere, honey, I’ve got you.” He reaches out towards you, pulling you into his arms and setting you on the ground. You stumble forwards unsteadily as he drapes the towel around you. “Is this the wine or the sex?”

“Mm, both.” You giggle, pressing your face into his chest and draping your arms around his waist.

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[fanby-fckry]

(As many or as few as you like 💜)

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An ask game for writers to procrastinate working on you WIP(s)

2. 🍄 Decriscribe your wip/one of your wips in the format of “___ + ___ =___”  

Child + Demon Summoning Ritual = Found Family???

(The question marks are a very important part of the equation, trust me.)

It’s for the same fic mentioned in this ask.

4. 🧭 An alternative title to your/ one of your WIP(s)?

A Far Cry From Eden had several alternate titles I considered, including The Fall of Eve, and Far From Eden.

8. ♻️ A scrapped idea for your current WIP

I already mentioned how Exorcist!Vaggie knocked a chapter off of my Survey fic, so to avoid repeats I’m gonna pick another fic.

I decided to change the setting in an UH3 smut fic because there were too many different elements going on all at once.

That entire fic is actually going to be based on a scene I had to scrap from Bloodlust and Butterflies. It was in the 2020 precursor fic, Tempting Entertainment, but I chose not to include it in the rewrite because it didn’t seem thematically appropriate.

They were going to be in an elevator, for no real reason besides the fact that that’s where they were in the old fic.

The more I was writing though, the more I realized that I wasn’t doing anything with that setting, and it was just taking away from the things I actually wanted to focus on.

9. 🤔 What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

I typically get at least a few sentences down when I have an idea in my head, so I might have to rack my brain a bit to find something I haven’t started.

Oh, you know what? I’ve got a whole lineup of Women of Eden fics planned that I haven’t started yet. I’ll tell you one of those.

I want to tell the story of Lilith, Eve, and Charlie.

Eve is not just a mother, but the first mother. Eve and Lilith will have known each other for eons by the time Lilith considers becoming a mother, herself, and I imagine that Eve would be Lilith’s go-to confidant on all things motherhood.

I think Eve would become somewhat of an Aunt-figure to Charlie, and I’d love to explore the dynamic between all three of them.

There’s also a somewhat somber note in that, as far as Eve knows, she will never see her children again. She views all of the Sinners as her children in a way, because they’re all her descendants. She loves them, and she has mourned every year since the exterminations began.

But, they aren’t the children she raised, they aren’t the children she remembers.

There’s going to be some sadness there – some jealousy, even – when Eve sees Lilith and Charlie. I want to write it.

11. 🛠 Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?

About 3/4 of the way through my answer for this, I realized it had turned into a vent, so I’m gonna put it below the cut in case people don’t wanna read it.

No one, including @10moonymhrivertam is obligated to read this.

Thanks so much for the ask, Moony. Don’t let the vent fool you, I did genuinely enjoy answering these. I had a lot of fun answering the other 4 prompts, and I think I needed an opportunity to vent.

Hahaha, yeahhhh… I’m struggling with writing in general, lol. There’s some specifics about pacing and plots in a few fics and of course, not knowing Australian slang is a hurdle in writing dialogue for Cherri – specifically 1980’s Australian slang; like, how do I even find that?? – but my main problem is just…

I can’t seem to write. I’ve been burnt out and distracted since Husk’s chapter. I’ve had a busy week this week, and haven’t actually written anything at all.

Cherri’s chapter is currently all just dialogue that I wrote a while back, which is something I tend to do when I get an idea for a fic. I write some dialogue or some exposition that was rattling around in my brain and I fill in the rest later.

Well, it’s later. And I’m making fake tumblr dash posts, hyperspecific polls, and playing ask games.

[lovebvni]

Hi can I get intution reading?

My initial is S. My pronouns are she/her.... My question is when will I actually get into the void state and get all of my desires??? I keep procrastinating and I don't know why😞

About myself : my mindset is depressed and sad...

hii s! the fact you know your mindset is down in the dumps is great recognition of the issue, and i immediately feel like that’s what you need to clean up.

you have an amazing yellow energy that’s slowly being devoured by sadness and guilt. you can’t let these things control you. bad things happen to everyone — hell i just got rejected wednesday — but that doesn’t mean good things can’t still be happening.

look at it this way, i’m quite the optimist. i always try to see the bright side of things, help other people and make them happy, but i can sense and understand their sadness.

i would suggest doing something you like to pick you up, because i don’t think you will be able to enter the void if you have this mental block for yourself.

you may be getting headaches or being really anxious about things, and i’m going to tell you to conquer that fear head on. dive into battle and try something you’ve never tried before.

and to answer your question, yes. but i feel like by the time you get into the void, all your desires won’t be the same as they are right now.

to stop procrastination, you just need to dive in and do something. the first thing that comes to mind is doing a deep dive into the history of manifestation.

that’s all i have for u s!!! i rlly hope this helps! i’m rooting for u

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[deerblossoms]

i feel really aimless right now. i wrote a little about this in my journal this morning, but now i’m really feeling it. i was reading dykes to watch out for a minute ago and i got to a strip where sydney finds out she has breast cancer, and it was written in 2003, and there’s still 5 more years to go in the collection, and idk something about it made me feel like crying. and so i put the book away and now i’m inside drinking tea and trying not to cry. i know what i need, and what i need is to clear my head. but it’s hard for me to clear my head without going for a walk, and it’s cold and windy out, so i still feel stuffy up there. i guess if i have to nail down what’s bothering me the answer would be everything. which is unhelpful and an over-exaggeration, to be fair, but i think it’s true a little bit. i don’t have my therapist anymore, and i’d built up a relationship with her where i felt really seen. and now i have to start all over! and i know i know i keep saying that but it’s so hard for me to keep starting from scratch. i don’t have a best friend anymore, which i have been acting soooo stoic about but it’s honestly really wearing on me. and mostly i miss joan! i miss them so much. but i also miss having someone to tell everything to. someone to call when i was feeling aimless, like this. someone that would call me when they were feeling aimless too. and i guess i have that in a way with my roommates, which i also keep saying, and i have a girlfriend to talk to if i wanted to, but it’s not quite the same for the former and i don’t feel comfortable with the latter. which is a bummer, because i love her. but i just don’t feel like she can help me. which is maybe what i mean when i say i don’t feel seen. i don’t think i’m one huge mystery, or anything, i just feel like when i talk to her about things that are going on in my life, that she doesn’t really get it, or know what to say. and i don’t want her to solve my problems for me, but sometimes you need advice, you know? sometimes you need someone to be like god that’s fucking weird say more. sometimes i need people to want to get to the root of my neuroses with me. i guess it’s surface level, which is what i don’t like. and i know she really really loves me and really cares and that it’s just how she communicates. that she doesn’t know how to say things to me a lot of the time. which is understandable! but then what do i do with that? i don’t know.

and on a small level i’m bummed that i haven’t gotten up to much the past couple days. i like being active, and i work a lot the next few days. i guess it’s not so bad. i can’t blame myself for not sticking to a schedule i never set. more and more i realize how vital structure is for me to function. not rigidity, just like. plans, and routines. if i want to get my ass to a weekly pottery class i have to actually join one. i’m just feeling that exhaustion that i get around doing new things. the depression burnout. but i have to get my butt in gear! it’s not fair to myself to procrastinate my happiness. and i value my happiness, even when it’s easier to sit and wallow in my exhaustion and misery <- (affirmation. affirmation. affirmation). UGH! everything’s so hard. i guess i am lonely. i keep telling myself that i’m not, and i told my therapist that i wasn’t, i keep rationalizing myself out of loneliness. because how could i be lonely? i have roommates who i like and i have a girlfriend and i have a million friends i never talk to! <- musings of a crazy man. i don’t WANT to be lonely, because i want to be hermiting it up and enjoying my solitude, and i guess i AM enjoying my solitude, like i love peaceful days where i can go on a walk alone and sit in a cafe like this and read and think. but i think i’m sad being on my own. and i feel on my own. i feel really loved, to be honest. more than i used to. there’s a lot of people that care deeply about me, and i really recognize that these days. but i feel very much on my own despite it. and i don’t know. maybe that’s not a bad thing! we are all on our own. but i don’t like it. i’ve been on my own almost my whole life and i just want to not feel like that anymore. what would a therapist tell me? that i need to get out more. that i need to invest more energy into the relationships i already have. that i need to join groups and get involved in my community. that maybe i need a change of scenery for a minute. and i know, i know, i know. it’s just hard, and today i feel so exhausted. it’s one of those days where i want to call my mom for advice, because of course during times like these one would want to call their mom for advice, and then i have to remind myself that my mom doesn’t have any advice for me, and THEN i’m sad. this will all pass and i know it will pass. but i’m really feeling it, and i need to allow myself to keep feeling it until it does pass.

note: i just saw a cute brown cat pad along troutman st

i feel lost. and all the self-help books will tell me that’s a good thing, that feeling lost means you’re recognizing a stagnation within yourself and you want to change it, which is TRUE but it’s like. sucky anyways. what do i want to do with my life? i ask, months before i even turn 21. or 3 months, anyway. god maybe that’s part of it. this is a long-anticipated birthday. it’s so funny that i got sober before turning 21. and i don’t plan on being sober forever, but like. lol! anyways, i feel lost. what would a therapist tell me? what my therapist DID tell me is to visualize my life 10 years from now and then act on the desires i have for then. let’s see. when i’m 30, i think i’d still be renting for sure. but i’d like to be renting somewhere nice, with a big kitchen lots of natural light, and a tiled bathroom with a window in the shower. i’d like to have traveled all over the world, twice, and i’d like toooo. maybe still be bartending, but maybe be an editor for a publishing company, or for a writing journal. i’d want to be a great cook and an adventurous eater, a painter, and i’d want to be able to effortlessly sketch portraits of people, and make little cartoons. i’d want my cupboards filled with mugs and plates and bowls that i made myself, and i’d want to garden and be able to mend my own clothes, and know at least the basics of a few languages. i would want to have gone to college, even to have gotten an associate’s. or at least have done the learning on my own! i would want to be knowledgeable and well-read and involved in local politics. i would want to know how to play guitar, or re-learn the piano. i would want to have fucked around with theater again, and i would want to host group events and parties at my house. i’d want to be single, but with a cat, and a few lovers. i’d want to be having good sex at least occasionally, and i’d like to still be journaling in cafes over a cup of tea like i’m doing now. and i guess most of that’s pretty realistic, actually. but where to start? i guess i start with my driver’s license, and learning how to cook, and trying to get back into art. which really is what i’ve been planning on starting with but i keep putting it off.

am i okay? i don’t know. i guess i’ve been better. but i think i’m good. tonight i’ll go to trader joe’s and get groceries and make a little pizza and some brownies and prep some granola for tomorrow, and watch julie & julia. maybe even file my taxes. and tomorrow i’ll wake up at 8:45 or 9:15, and i’ll make coffee and pancakes, finish dykes to watch out for and contact the bushwick co-op about joining, and call the driver’s school to sign up for classes. and sunday i’ll have a nice morning in, make some soup, and just work. and monday i’ll paint, for sure, and do whatever adult errands have inevitably popped up. maybe research a class to join! and i’ll stop jacking off in the morning or mid-day. i promise ✋✋✋✋