#just wrote this while Liam was getting ready lmao

[steddieas-shegoes]

“We have to discuss the temperature of the water in this shower.”

“You could get out if you don’t like it.”

Robin rolled her eyes as she continued to lather up her hair.

They were both running late, hence the showering together.

They’d done it quite a few times when they were in a rush or just didn’t want to be alone, which happened a lot after nightmares.

It further proved they’re platonic with a capital P friendship, as if they needed the proof to begin with.

Sometimes Robin would wash his hair when he had a migraine, sometimes he’d give her a shoulder massage after a long day in class.

It just worked for them.

Robin joked it was the only time she’d ever shower with a man, and Steve joked that it was probably the only time he’d shower with a lesbian.

It worked.

They were so caught up in their usual routine taking turns in the water and soaping up, they didn’t even notice when the bathroom door opened.

“Robs, I have soap in my eye, move.”

“You’re a child, Steve. A child.”

“It hurts! Move!”

“Learn to close your eyes dingus!”

“Learn to move when I need you to!”

Eddie was frozen in the doorway to the bathroom watching as the argument continued despite the fact that Robin moved and Steve got the soap out of his eyes.

Robin had come out to him a year ago. He remembers very distinctly laughing about how the small town queers always found each other like fucking magnets.

Steve had come out to him a few months previously, letting him know he was definitely into men and women and had probably always known, but was too stubborn to admit he was probably way more into Billy Hargrove than he should’ve been.

Robin was a lesbian.

She was currently naked in a shower with Steve, who was also naked.

They were naked in the shower together.

He looked down at the floor for their modesty, but still couldn’t move, his brain trying it’s best to come to any conclusion that made sense.

The water shut off and the door opened.

He was still looking at the floor.

Robin’s feet were on the bathmat. He assumed she was wrapping herself in a towel, but he had no idea because he couldn’t look up.

Then Steve’s feet were on the bathmat.

He wanted to look up.

He really wanted to get a glimpse of what his dreams built up in his mind almost every night.

But he couldn’t.

He was still in shock that they showered together. Naked!

Robin was leaving the room. Had she said something? Surely she’d noticed him, he was still standing halfway in the door. Her shoulder brushed his as she left.

He forced himself to look up a little and saw a smirk on Steve’s face.

Why was he so calm? Why was he not yelling at him about looking at them naked? Why was he not explaining what was going on?

Steve’s hand was on his shoulder.

Oh god. He was soaking wet. The towel barely covered him at all.

Eddie was going to die. Right here in their bathroom.

“You good?”

Eddie choked on his next breath. Was he good?! How was he supposed to be good? Something needed to be explained.

“Uh. Robin’s a lesbian?”

Steve snorted. “She is. Very true.”

“Naked? In the shower?”

“Also very true. We do tend to be naked when we shower.”

“Together?”

“Yeah, not all the time, but we do.”

“I’m confused.”

“I know. We confuse a lot of people. It’s just a comfort thing. Routine. Don’t read into it.”

Then Steve left the bathroom like he hadn’t just blown Eddie’s mind.

They platonically showered together.

Did they platonically have sex too?!

Oh Jesus, no. Robin was definitely a lesbian. A lesbian who very much didn’t like men even 0.01%.

He stood there for a while letting his brain run the marathon. He didn’t really cross the finish line before Steve was coming back in to do his hair.

“Dude, can you go get some air or something?”

“Why don’t we platonically shower?”

What the actual fuck, Eddie. That wasn’t even a thought your brain had before. What the fuck.

He managed to look up at Steve’s face, which was bright red.

“Uh. Well.”

“Sorry. I don’t know why I asked that. Um.”

Eddie turned to leave.

Steve grabbed his shoulder before he could.

“Because it wouldn’t be platonic.” Steve cleared his throat. “If it was you. It wouldn’t be because we’re good friends. It would be because I want to see you naked. Kiss you naked. Probably other things.”

“That can be arranged.”

Eddie had no fucking clue what he was saying. Some horny demon had taken over his brain and he couldn’t control anything anymore.

But it must have done something because Steve was smiling at him like he’d just told him it was Christmas morning and Santa brought him everything he asked for.

“Really?”

“Yeah. Tonight?”

Steve giggled. He fucking giggled.

“Yeah, okay. Tonight.”

Eddie left without another word.

Tonight.

Part 2

[cha-melodius]

Thanks to everyone who tagged me in the 'last sentences written in 2023' (tags below)—something I would have jumped on if I'd written a single word since I published You're the Perfect Gift for Me. The fact is, it's been A Time, and today is the first day since pretty much then that I have a brain (or time) for writing.

I know I said I was going to jump back into False Dichotomy and I AM, but my brain wrote this scene while I was lying in bed this morning and I had to get it down (this will eventually turn into a fandom fest prompt fill, some day). Slightly long but I wanted to get the drop in there lmao.

“It’s about your First Officer position,” Ellen says, glancing down at the PADD on her desk. “I know you requested Lt. Commander Clark—” Alex doesn’t like the sound of where this is going. Surely she can’t object to that pick, of all of them. “Liam will be perfect. He’s got a stellar record, excellent scores on all his exams, not to mention we already know we work well together—” “When’s the last time you actually talked to Liam, sugar?” his mom interrupts. “What?” “Liam requested to be assigned with his partner, Commander Spencer Williams, who’s serving as the Chief Science Officer on the Endeavour, which I granted. He’s not available.” Alex’s mouth opens and closes again without putting voice to the question on the tip of his tongue, because there’s no way he’s going to ask his mother for information about his friend’s partner. Fuck. Liam is involved with someone, and Alex had no clue. A male someone, not that it matters, except then what does that mean about him and Alex… Ok, now is not the time for whatever this is. “Well I need a science officer too,” he says instead. “They could both be transferred to the Enterprise.” Ellen cocks an eyebrow at him. “Or… I could find someone else,” he allows reluctantly. “I’ll look over the candidate profiles.” “No need. I’ve got the perfect First Officer for you,” she says. “Commander Henry Fox.” “No way,” Alex blurts before he can stop himself, wincing at the look on Ellen’s face. “Sorry, Mom. Admiral Claremont. Ma’am. It’s just— anyone but him. Please.” “He’s an exceptional officer, Alex,” his mother says, her tone heavy with disapproval. “His record speaks for itself. Any starship would be lucky to have him.” “Then give him to anyone else,” he pleads. “I don’t need a stuck up, humorless, asshole royal who thinks he’s better than everyone on my bridge.” “Funny how everyone who’s actually worked with him has nothing but glowing things to say about him,” she returns dryly. “I think he’d be good for you, sugar. You’ve got what it takes to be a brilliant captain, but you need someone as a First Officer who will balance you. Someone like Fox.” “You’re forgetting that he hates me,” Alex argues. “He’ll never agree to this.” Ellen stares at him for a beat. “He requested the assignment, actually.”

I am tempted not to tag anyone bc I'm not sure I'm ready for this one to be perceived but OH WELL. Tags below the cut.

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[hurting-fictional-people]

things I meant to say recently and forgot (some mostly irrelevant) include:

the story I most associate with you (perhaps obviously) is Betrayal Story, although a couple others also stick in my brain pretty well. the recently continued whumpee-betrays-caretaker one foremost among them.

speaking of that, I almost commented that you're really into branding just now, but you basically said all of that in the tags already. :p

also speaking of that one, I'm sad that whumpee didn't get to explain what actually happened! so the whumper assumed they were lying. misunderstandings, they pain me.... Glad the whumpee and caretaker ended up clearly on the same side, though, and I hope the latter gets his murderous wish. <3

also, the machete is for yard work! my father and I spent a while de-limbing a tree that fell in our yard with shears and a hacksaw and an axe. and shortly after this, he saw a machete in the store, said to himself ‘I should have a machete.’ and bought a machete. buying tools that would've been useful recently, as you do. so, now we have a machete.

can’t say that I’m surprised that you’d associate me with Betrayal Story haha and hmm interesting... that was a pretty intense one, I can see why it’d stand out

branding is one of those tropes that I just never seem to get tired of. I don’t read it often though, so I kinda forgot how much I enjoy a branded whumpee for a while. and then I wrote Liam’s branding and now I can’t stop thinking about it and needed more hehe

I mean, even if the whumper knew what actually happened I don’t think it’d have made much of a difference if it makes it any better... and yes!! I usually hate misunderstandings when I’m reading because they make me too nervous. I only enjoy it if I’m the one writing and know that it’ll all be solved in the end haha, and yeah I hope so too! if my dear Brain cooperates and lets me write it 🙃 

HAHAH I can't believe he got the machete after everything omg. well if you look at the bright side, next time a tree falls in your yard you'll be ready lol

and before I forget (which I almost did) here are the “secrets” for the stories: 

the idea for part 1 of betrayal story came from a tiktok! it was a girl talking about how she wanted to see more of the “I trusted you and you betrayed me and now we have to spend time together again but I half hate half love you” trope, and I was like “oof me too, girl, me too. wait, I could write that. and it’d be so much better if I made it whumpy...” and that’s how chase and liam were born :’)

and since I can’t think of anything special about whumpee-betrayed-caretaker here’s more from betrayal story.

okay so I think I’ve already said it but the branding idea was what made me want to make the characters into ocs, so it was the first idea I had for the story itself. and I wrote it down so I wouldn’t forget. here is what made betrayal story exist:

Whumpee dares look only once, and it’s enough to feel bile at the back of their mouth.

Two letters maim whumpee’s skin, one on the inside of each wrist.

C on the right one, T on the left. CareTaker.

I just. KJDFDH CareTaker ???? I’m sorry for this but I couldn’t keep this treasure to myself. I laugh every single time I look at it. CareTaker. askjfdskdj

now here’s an actual line from a piece I haven’t fully written yet cuz I feel like those were some shitty secrets lmao 

“You came back,” he rasps out, hoarse and unbelieving. “You came back for me.”

“Of course I did,” Chase whispers, cupping pale wet cheeks that feel so terribly fragile between his hands. “I’ll always come back for you.”

[apr1lias]

F2 2021 Lineups Prediction

Ok so I’ve had a photo of when I wrote these out saved into my phone but I think one of them has changed. Part of it is wishful thinking and another part is genuine belief (it was very difficult to leave some people out), and you can definitely tell the point where I just don’t know anymore lmao. Feel free to let me know what you think, or if you think other people will be elsewhere.

Prema - Oscar Piastri + Robert Shwartzman

I think Rob needs another year in F2 before he’s really ready for F1, and I really can’t see him going anywhere else but Prema, he’s been there for 3 years, and he seems to know everyone at the team and get on with them really well (especially Panda dad Rene). I can’t see them not taking on their F3 champion either, and although there are apparently discussions elsewhere, I also think Oscar will stay and make the step up with Prema next year. It just seems logical to me but there is an outside chance one of them will leave, but I don’t see it happening to be honest.

UNI-Virtuosi - Marcus Armstrong + Guanyu Zhou

If this happens, I think both me and @gyzhou-s will be requesting merch tbh. I hope and pray Marcus gets a seat where he can actually show what he can do, rather than just be left and fade into the background like this year, because we all know he isn’t a bad driver, and he’s better than what we’ve been seeing at ART. As much as I’d like to see him back at Prema, I don’t think it’ll happen, so UNI it will have to be. As for Zhou, I can’t see him going anywhere (especially since Renault are bitches and don’t look at their academy) so he’ll stay for another year too.

ART - Christian Lundgaard + Theo Pourchaire

I think this is a fairly obvious one. Again, personally I don’t see Christian leaving for any other team, and I can’t see ART wanting to get rid of Theo either, because he came very close to winning them the title in the last race in Mugello this year. I just think it’ll be interesting to see where the balance is because it’s 2 drivers who know the team well, but we all know ART’s track record with 2 talented drivers in their ranks....

DAMS - Nikita Mazepin + Dan Ticktum

Hahahahahaha. Am I having a laugh with this one? Probably. But could you seriously imagine if this happened lmao. Basically, I will never predict Mazepin to F1, even if it does eventually happen. So he has to stay in F2. He could stay at Hitech, but Jesus Christ would I love to see this lineup happen. Imagine if they took each other out for a race win, the radios we’d get. But yeah, Mazepin is purely wishful thinking, while I just think Ticktum and Dams sort of works quite well. Sorry for this sksjdjss

Charouz - Louis Deletraz + Pedro Piquet

I think this is the only one that doesn’t change at all which I have written down. Yeah, unless Haas actually call up Louis (which is unlikely let’s be honest) there is no reason for Charouz to change it.

Carlin - Logan Sargeant + Jehan Daruvala

So, Logan has raced for them before in F3, meaning he knows some of the team. And tbh, this is the only place I could see him other than Prema and now Rob looks set to stay in F2 for another year, I think this could happen. I think Jehan continuing could also happen, but I feel like that’s on him more than on the team, but I don’t think they’ll want to change too much, especially since Yuki could be on his way to Alpha Tauri as long as something doesn’t go wrong in Bahrain.

Hitech - Liam Lawson + Juri Vips

I wish I’d posted this before the actual rumour started, because I thought this about 2/3 weeks ago. I mean Liam has almost accidentally confirmed he’s doing F2 next year, and I think he’ll stay with Hitech, because that combination worked well last year. And Juri? We all want him in F2 don’t we? Hopefully Red Bull realise that they’ll keep shooting themselves in the foot if they don’t back their juniors, so I can see them helping him find a seat. Since he worked with Hitech in F3 and that pairing also worked well, I could see him returning there again.

HWA - Jake Hughes + Artem Markelov

Ok, I honestly do not know. I think Jake Hughes might have a season in F2 should be get the backing, because ultimately he deserves it, he’s just struggled with backing in the last few years. I also think it’s Markelov’s decision as to whether he continues racing here or not, and I just wish he wasn’t so far down the field as he is (honestly I recommend watching the 2017 season races because he was brilliant for Russian Time).

Trident - Lirim Zendeli + David Beckmann

Apparently Albania’s prime minister confirmed that Zendeli would be moving up to F2 next year. A bit random, and if anything it’s promoting nationalism, but I mean I’ll take his word for it I guess. I mean, he wasn’t exactly a bad for them last season, and he dominated the feature in Spa so it’s not a totally odd choice. Beckmann is the one that I’m not sure on. I think Nissans could keep this seat, especially since Beckmann is gonna be testing for F3 next week, but I think he deserves to move up as the slightly for consistent Trident driver last year.

MP Motorsport - Luca Ghiotto + Felipe Drugovich

I can’t see Drugovich leaving, that’s the starting point. I don’t think they’ll want to get rid of a 2-time race winner, especially when people have struggled with this car in the past. I think Ghiotto will continue racing here too, but he’ll just have to go to a team which is still developing rather than a team set up to win races, because a Red Bull might’ve claimed Hitech for the season.

Campos - Jack Aitken + Giuliano Alesi

I can’t see Jack racing in another series yet, but he really does deserve a competitive car. It’s the same for Giuliano, although I do struggle to figure out whether he struggles or if the car doesn’t help. I think this could be a solid line up if they sort the car out first.

[heyheshi]

10 Years of One Direction

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written and uploaded: July 23, 2020

🦋 - fluff

Please like and reblog! Also please don’t post my writings anywhere!

I wasn’t really planning on uploading this Thursday and this isn’t what I was supposed to write lmao, my mind is all over the place for the past few days due to 1D’s 10 year anniversary but oh well, here I am, waiting for Zayn to say something... anyway HAPPY 10 YEARS guys! More power to our family! Gosh I feel so old!

Masterlist

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"I'm almost done with the frosting babe!", you yelled from the kitchen hoping your boyfriend can hear you from his room upstairs. Slowly but surely, you wrote the delicate letters on the cake you made just for this occasion, "10 Years of One Direction".

"Come quick!", you heard footsteps descending from the stairs, "I'm done upstairs love, just gotta bring up the drinks.", Harry kissed your cheeks as he brushed passed you and opened the fridge to get some soda.

"Don't forget the wine. Is the laptop set up?", you asked finishing off the lettering with three exclamation marks.

"It's all done Y/N", your boyfriend laughs at you, "you're much more stressed than me! Loosen up lovie", he winked at you and run back upstairs. You just rolled your eyes and smiled.

You carefully placed the cake on the clean counter and cleaned up your mess. 30 minutes before midnight and you're not on your decent clothes yet!

Now, it's not exactly your fault why you're doing the cake this late. Your boyfriend thought that you made 2 cakes as that's what you both talked about but you decided to just make one and completely forgot to tell him.

You woke up nearing lunch - making a checklist on the things you need to get done for the day as preparation. Quickly eating breakfast (more like brunch) Harry made and started cleaning his room and did his laundry.

You often spend the night at his house so doing the domestic stuff for him is not much of a big deal to you. You basically live here anyway - but today needs extra work.

Around 2 p.m., you started to make the base of the cake as Harry leaves to go to the gym. You finished it, deciding to make the frosting later, and took a nap.

You woke up around 7 p.m., just in time to make dinner. On your way to the kitchen, you can hear H humming, something he does when he's alone. You smiled at the thought, cannot hold back yourself from kissing your boyfriend welcome so you run to where he is - quickly stopping in your track once you see him.

"Hi baby! The cake tastes so good, it'll be phenomenal with your frosting", you saw Harry eating the base of the cake smiling at you. You don't know how to react. Your mind working miles per minute.

"Har- i- babe! I only made one!"

"What do you mean you only made one, lovie?", Harry asked still eating the cake.

"I got tired earlier and just decided to make one...", face-palming yourself for your own carelessness.

"Oh shi- I, we can make another one! I'll make it! I'm so sor-",

"It's alright", you rounded the counter and kissed his messy lips, "I'll make another one, you can finish this one", you smiled reassuringly at him and squeezing his shoulder quick.

"I'll make our dinner, yea?", he offered. You can tell that he feels bad about eating the cake but it's really not a big deal at all. It's food, you're raised to share food and not spoil it. Plus you couldn't really be mad at Harry as he is your boyfriend and it's his special day in a few hours.

"Of course, I'll just start on a new batch.", you kissed Harry once again as you both started working in the kitchen.

Placing the mixture in the oven, the two of you eat the dinner around 8 p.m., Harry made your favorite Alfredo pasta knowing that he's trying to make it up to you.

Both of you being the slowest eater that you are, spent more than an hour eating - always teasing and flirting to each other like it's still the early stages in your relationship.

You told H to get his room ready and that you'll do the dishes instead and a little past 10 p.m., you're only starting on the mixture of the frosting.

Now, finally, you're ready to head upstairs and change into much cleaner clothes. Delicately holding the cake and walking slowly, you finally made it to Harry's room.

It looked like a huge fort, with his bed full of pillows and snacks and his laptop connected to the t.v. with their old music videos playing. You never pictured your boyfriend as the fairy lights type of guy but oh well this night, he is.

His room looks and feels really cozy, he even got balloons on his ceiling and the banner you made a few days ago is hung near his headboard.

You saw your boyfriend fixing the plastic table on the room where more snacks and utensils are placed. As if he can feel your presence, he looked back to the door where you are standing and quickly getting the cake off your hands to place on the table.

"Go get changed love, might as well binge on our old videos while waiting for them.", you only noticed that your boyfriend is already dressed for the occasion.

You forced him to wear their 1D merch with you. He is currently sporting a 1D pajama set, a Liam socks, and a Zayn beanie.

"You look cute babes!", you teased him and run to the bathroom to take a quick shower. You can hear him laughing at you and saying something sounding like "love her to death".

You changed to your own 1D pajama set matching with H and putting on a Narry socks and a Louis beanie and exiting his bathroom.

Harry is singing along to Perfect when you entered his room. You plopped into his bed and cuddled him.

"Ready?", you asked him giddily as you went to his laptop to open the zoom app.

"One kiss and I'm ready.", he winked at you and hugged you from behind. You shrugged him as a joke and pecked his nose. 

After connecting his laptop on zoom, you both went back to bed and wait for the others. One by one, the other guys started joining the meeting.

"Harry! Y/N! Man, how's everything?", Liam greeted both of you with Bear on his lap. The three of you are in the middle of your conversation when another user joined in.

"Oi! What's up fuc- oh sh- sorry!", Louis raised his hand as he saw Bear on Liam's screen. El only laughed at her boyfriend and started talking with the rest of you.

Niall joined a bit later speaking without a sound. The rest of you reckoned that he's having a hard time setting up his zoom app until another user joined, and that's when Niall's audio started working.

"Ello lads! And ladies! And baby!", Niall cooed at Bear while Bear only stared at the web came, shyly.

"Sorry guys! Z is still in the bathroom! You know him!", the very pregnant Gigi joined the meeting as the others started talking to each other. You haven't met her in person so you're fangirling over her. Harry squeezed you to his side and laughed at you lightly.

"Hello hello!", at 11:59, Zayn finally appeared on the screen, Louis cheering for his best friend's appearance.

Everyone started talking, Bear being taken away to sleep after a few minutes.

"Was gonna egg your houses, except yours - Harry and Zayn. Liam and Niall, you keep dropping hints fooking hell!", Louis exclaimed while everyone laughed at him.

"I mea-"

"Shut up Liam!", Liam only laughed and put his hands in the air at Lou's antics.

"Harry, Y/N, you two looked like you really planned this!", Gigi complimented you both while you blushed whispering a thank you.

"She forced me to wear this! And look at her socks!", H raised your foot so the others can see it.

"Awe Y/N this is why I love youuu", Niall teased you. You haven't recovered from Gigi, now there's another teasing!

"Leave m’ girl alone! She's fangirling over Gigi!", you nudge Harry's ribs hard, feeling so embarrassed. 

"Oh gosh, that's cute! I wanna meet you in person! I've already met El when we did this photoshoot, right El?", Gigi enthusiastically said as Zayn rubs his girlfriend's belly.

"Yes! We have to hang out! Ni and Li! Make sure your girlfriends join us!", Eleanor looks so happy and it makes you wonder how she does it in the midst of all the hate she receives. You and Harry aren't public yet and it makes you think of what will happen when you do.

"Harry keep it in your pants!", Lou suddenly shouted when he saw your boyfriend staring at you.

"M not doing an-"

"Baby fever man!", Niall laughed at Harry for being so obvious. You're so embarrassed at this point so Harry just flexed his room and the cake you made to remove turn the attention away from the both of you.

"Man, how do you think they'll react to the Infinity video?", Niall asked.

"Gonna be a blast, they don't know that Zayn had a part!", your boyfriend exclaimed beside you while everyone agrees. Within the next few hours, different websites will premier it and everyone can hardly wait.

Everyone stayed up until 5 a.m. catching up and reminiscing until they have to forcefully go to sleep for later. They can't wait to see each other for the interview with BBC where they'll be announcing their plans.

Each said goodbyes with a promise to arrive early to spend more time together before the taping starts at 12 p.m.

You and Harry both went to the bathroom to brush your teeth, Harry staring at you through the mirror as you did so.

"Mhve iwn wifh mo."

You rinsed your mouth with the water and replied, "what? I couldn't exactly understand you baby."

Harry finished rinsing his mouth, "I said move in with me... please."

"I- Harry re you sure? I mea-"

"Yes, I am! You're basically living here anyway! I want to take the next step with you.", he tried to woo you while hugging you in front of the mirror.

You nod and said yes. Turning around to kiss him. 

"I love you", he said. 

"Love you more", you kissed him once more, "Let's head to bed! You gotta be up nice and fresh for later," you tugged his hands towards his room and settled down.

“I always look good babyyy...”, and as much as you wanted to fight your boyfriend, he looks really cuddly now.

“Yes, you do, got a killer genes and all”, you run your hands through his hair smiling softly at him, as you felt your eyes became heavy.

“You do too! Our kids gonna have badass looks!"

“You definitely go a baby fever huh? Let's focus on your interview tomorrow first, yeah?”, you hugged him tight and tickled the back of his neck.

H only laughed, "Definitely got one, wanna be a father to our kids but I also can't wait for our fans to know what we're up to!", Harry placed his head on the crook of your neck.

“Good thing I want you to be the father of my future kids then... and tomorrow, they’re gonna love it! Gonna be thrilled about your announcement! Everyone’s been waiting for it! Happy 10 years again, so proud of you and everyone behind your band's success."

“Thank you lovie", Harry replied as he kissed your neck.

With that, you kissed his forehead goodnight and made sure your alarm is on to start the day.

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[tjovalboy]

lmao the first one was so good so im sending another jsjsjs cyrus helping tj come out to his parents and tj raps it and cyrus is like ?? I didnt expect you to do it that way but alright

There was a lot Cyrus didn’t know about TJ.

He never mentioned his older sister in high school, his extensive vinyl collection, and his job at a children’s gym until far into their friendship, making it seem to Cyrus like he hid things. It was secretive, like he had this whole world buzzing inside him that Cyrus couldn’t get into.

The biggest problem came when he took action. He had ideas, bad ones, that Cyrus couldn’t predict until it was too late. His poker face was solid.

However, on Saturday night, he fidgeted in fear.

They sat on the edge of TJ’s bed, Cyrus rubbing his back comfortingly.

“Breathe. Everything is going to work out fine,” he assured him.

TJ’s eyes were locked outside his window. “You can’t possibly know that.”

“Well, you don’t know it’ll be bad, either,” Cyrus argued, shifting closer.

He remained silent, lost in thought.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing.”

Cyrus bit his tongue so he didn’t scream at him and decided to change the subject.  “So you remember the plan we talked about?”

He nodded simply, and Cyrus stared at him until he recited it back. “We walk downstairs and ask them to pause their movie. I say ‘Mom and Dad, I have something important I want to tell you.’ to get their attention politely. Then, I just come out to them using words from my heart.”

“Right!”

Cyrus was fidgety, himself. How would TJ’s mom and dad react? Would they be okay with their son, the student athlete since diapers wanting to marry a boy? All Cyrus could do was help him learn the social cues of an emotional, serious conversation and hope to goes well. He gripped TJ’s arm, forcing him to look up.

“And you’re sure they’re watching some stupid comedy movie down there they wouldn’t mind you interrupting?”

TJ chuckled, laying a hand on his shoulder.

“Yes, Cyrus, they are. Trust me, okay. I’ve practiced for hours today, and I’m not gonna mess up any part of the plan, let alone the most obvious.”

Cyrus nodded and steadied his breath, trusting him for the first time in a while. Of course he knew what he was doing, he convinced himself. He’s coming out to his parents and he was always one to get the results he wanted.

“You ready to go?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

He tiptoed down the dark, wooden stairwell behind TJ, careful not to misstep and fall. Nearing the doorway to the living room, an indiscernible conversation played out between characters as soft lights flashed from the screen. Adam Sandler, he expected.

However when the screen emerged into full view, all the breath left Cyrus’s lungs.

Fucking Schindler’s List

Before he could yank the dumbass back up to the second story, the room lit up and the screen went black. His heart broke for TJ’s mother and father, curled up together on the couch, their faces wet with Liam Neeson induced tears, while TJ stood chest puffed out in front of them ready to take more of the touching moment and crumble it under his socks.

But the biggest shard to the rib was Jefferson Middle School offering Beginning Spanish as an elective that year.

“Madre, ‘Fadre’, I have something important I want to tell you.”

He imagined TJ chucking the script they wrote together in the garbage can.

“Honey, what is it?” his mother asked through her sniffles.

Cyrus’s heart hammered in his chest and he felt himself go dizzy thinking about what the next words coming out of his mouth would be. There was too much freedom in the plan; too much wiggle room for TJ to do something stupid. His parents were frozen, waiting expectantly.

Then, TJ took a breath.

It was a small and insignificant, but Cyrus recognized it. He had the same small inhale and exhale, along with the somber look in his eyes, months prior when he and Cyrus were starting to get close. It was one of the first of many unexpected talents he revealed to him.

And now, he was going to come out to his parents that way, and there was nothing Cyrus could do to stop him.

“Kaitlyn, Jenny, Clarissa, and Jane;

All the girls you used to tease me ‘bout like Lois Lane.

Had them whip-smart, pretty faces, home after school.

Now they dating round Jefferson with boo boo the fools.

I never really subscribed, never kept up with the drama,

But I’ve been hecka hearin’ Jenny’s hecka grounded by her mama.

Kaitlin’s in some trouble, Lester says she been suspended.

And Jane and Clary both got B.F.’s driving with no license.

Nothing ‘gainst the straight girls but I know that things be different

If I’d gone to dating them, my life would turn rebellious.

Yeah, they dummy influences, but that’s really not the point.

The problem is they female, and girls just not my type.”

TJ’s parents only gave each other warm smiles, still curled up between blankets on the couch.

“Lookit, Mom and Dad,

I’m gay and ‘aint no synonym

For the gritty love I got for you from L.A., York, and Texas, even

Cheering hard at soccer games

B-ball, football, frisbee winning

Got my C-plus on the fridge before I saw the grade, myself, last season.

I’m reaching for the boys living in all of little Shady County.

Cy and I are swinging crazy, but not the way you’re thinking, really.

I know it won’t be peasy,

But it’s dudes that make me cheesy,

And I know my folks believe me,

Cause they wake up every morning loving me like all the world is easy.”

TJ regained his breath and sighed in relief, baffled at himself. Cyrus watched as Mr. and Mrs. Kippen, looking nothing but proud, ran over to their son to hold him tightly at the same time, his arms locked down by theirs.

It appeared that there was no one method to do it, after all. Cyrus laughed to himself, thinking about the absurdity of his precious plan. TJ was one of a kind, and when there was no stopping him, it was probably best anyway that he let him do his own thing.

When TJ finally broke free, he jogged over to Cyrus and, surprisingly, hugged him, too. As he let go, he hoped he didn’t see his cheeks go red.

“Sorry, I made a few minor adjustments. I hope that wasn’t too weird or unpredictable for you.”

Cyrus laughed, because it totally was. “It was perfect.”

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Get to know my WIP challenge

I was tagged by @londonfoginacup, @lululawrence and @crinkle-eyed-boo to do this, thank you so much! I love that I get tagged in these!!

What’s your fave thing about writing ur current wip?

so I have a few WIPs I’m working on at the moment. I have the summerexchange I’m pinchhitting for, and what I love about that is that I didn’t really feel up to writing very much lately, but I forced myself to take on this challenge, and I am actually massively enjoying the plot. The prompts were right up my alley and with the help from @lt2019 and Emmi I feel like I’ve got a really cute plot going!

As for the collab, I am just dead excited to work with @thedaggerrose and challenge myself, as I’ve never written with anyone before!

For my balloon fic I am just happy to write Ziam again

And finally, for my Steady Love WIP, my favorite thing is going back to my roots, which is angst! This fic is probably maybe definitely going to break hearts.

Have you got a name yet / what’s your process for finding one?

The summerexchange one has a title that I can’t reveal but that I absolutely love, because it fits so well. The collab has a work title that I really adore as well but that me and Caroline will share a bit closer to when we are ready to post it! It’s still in the super beginning stages so it’ll be a while.

The balloon fic is called ‘eyes up on the prize’ which is from one of Liam’s songs.

The Steady Love fic is called ‘there now, steady love, so few come and don’t go’ which I’m pretty sure is also from a song, which segues nicely into how I find titles for my fics. They’re pretty much all song lyrics all the time. I either google something that has to do with the plot, or I go through 1D lyrics to find something that fits.Typically it’s something that has the right feel for the fic, and sometimes I put a bunch of titles above the text and just suss out the right one that way.

Is there a scene you’re stuck on?

At the moment, not particularly. I’m focused for now on the fic for the summer exchange, so I kind of put the other ones to the side. I can’t write for a long time every day so I don’t really get stuck on parts, I just get stuck on my body refusing to cooperate while my brain is still ready to go!

Is there a scene you can’t wait to write?

Everything for the summerexchange but especially the first time Louis and Harry lay eyes on each other again. 

For the pygmalion AU, the moment Harry comes to life sounds like an amazing thing to write!

For the steady love fic, oh man. The first time Louis realizes Harry is about to die. And then when he realizes he is in love with him. Did I tell you yet that this fic is going to break hearts? Mine is included in that.

What’s your process when you get stuck? Are you rational or do you flip ur metaphorical writing desk and storm out?

Call in my angels, @londonfoginacup and @lt2019 who are absolute godsends and who always read my fic and get me back on track. I have a few more people who definitely always give good advice (my lovelies Ri, Caroline and @pocketsunshineharry) but Emmi and Pam especially have the magic touch. 

Because I don’t write more than 1-2k in one sitting I don’t really struggle with frustration as much. I typically start my sessions by rereading what I wrote last time, doing some light editing, and then (since recently) putting on some nice classical music to write to. I can’t listen to anything with lyrics while I write, but there’s a ton of nice study music videos on youtube that do the trick and get me focused. 

I also typically work with a layout for my fics (ADHD necessity lmao) and I have two giant blackboards in my room to write little things on. Sometimes I just do research if I don’t feel like writing, or when I’m stuck on details. I’ve only gotten really stuck writing TNFIF because it was honestly just too much to really get a grasp on, but as my other stories aren’t that big I’m usually okay to continue the next time I get a chance to write. And if not, I have a big folder of screenshots of comments and tags and happy notes that reassure me I am a good writer and I can do this. And my friends, who never fail to praise me far beyond what I deserve :D

This was so much fun, thank you guys for tagging me and thank you all for reading this long ass post. I tag @sweetstrawberryheadache and @somewhereisaplacethatziamknow and anyone else who hasn’t been tagged yet but would love to do this!

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"a hopeless romantic and a horny beast are set up on a blind date" pleaaase💕💕

i hope by ‘horny beast’ this implies someone of a surly nature because otherwise that is a whole other style of genre im not even capable of lmao

Birds chirping in trees, a breeze ruffling his wavy hair –the best conditions for a blind date to go well, as they say. Well, not really,Liam thought, he wasn’t exactly sure philosophy even touched on the topic of blinddates. Speaking of which; after having pestered Harry about his (lack of) lovelife, his zen-like friend had nearly lost his temper with him until he finallyagreed. Harry had someone in mind for Liam, but it had to be a blind date.

“Maybe he’s ugly?” Niall had offered, one night after anobscene amount of pizza and beer.

Liam had scoffed immediately and dismissed that thought, “Ifhe’s a genuine person that I have something in common with, I wouldn’t mindfalling in love with him.” He finished, a dreamy smile gracing his softfeatures.

Niall paused for a heavy moment before snorting violently,lips pursed in an attempt not to burst out laughing. Liam scowled at him, “Shutup, you’ll see what I’m talking about. I’m telling you, mate, this one is gonnabe different.”

Niall immediately sobered his expression, his voice losingthat teasing lilt, “Li, mate, I love you man but maybe you should slow downyeah? Enjoy life for what it is, Payno!” Liam was given a friendly slap on hisshoulder but he barely paid attention. His mind was whirling through what Nialljust said.

He knew he was hopeless. In love with love, as Harry hadwisely once said. Liam had only laughed and shrugged it off but lately he feltalmost too desperate for a connection. When he saw his parents together, evenafter all these years, when he saw his sister finally fall for the one man whostuck it out with her and even when he saw Harry’s distant gaze and a lovingexpression whenever he mentioned his boyfriend, Louis. Of course, he had yet tomeet this Louis, he still hadn’t doled out his shovel talk yet.

He sighed deeply, maybe the beer was making him toomelancholic, but he decided then and there. This was it, this was the lastblind date he’d have in a long time. Then he’d just have fun, like Niall said.Fun - which included going to bars, getting piss drunk and dancing with blurredbodies with wandering hands and a little more than groping in one of thebathroom stalls.

Yeah, sounds a blast, he thought sarcastically. But maybe heneeded that, a bit of recklessness in his system. Goody two shoes Liam Paynebecoming Party Animal Payne?

Enough rambling, he shook himself off and trudged off to hisbedroom, Niall having left his flat a while back.

***Being the responsible one in most of his relationships, Liamwas never late to his dates. In fact,he was mostly early, like today. He never minded waiting for his dates toarrive and it gave him the opportunity to reflect on his thoughts and maybeeven settle his nerves before his date arrived.

All Harry had given him was a name: something like Zane? Orwas it with a ‘y’ like his own last name? Liam had only nodded and followedHarry’s directions to a quaint little café round the city center road, theweather was pleasant and he had soon taken a seat on a table overlooking thestreet.

So far his date hadn’t seemed to arrive, the only occupants of the caféwas himself, a kid bent over a sketchbook and the wait staff fluttering aroundthe café readying for lunch service.

He took a deep breath and dug for the little notebook in hisjacket. Whipping out a pen to go with, he soon started scribbling and scrawlingin it, whatever words coming from his mind onto paper. That was his basicwriting process, and so far he had penned about six complete songs, and foundthe melody for at least two.

He was startled out of his flow with a very rude scoffcoming from the kid on the couch in front of him. Liam looked up and almostswallowed his own tongue. He was gorgeous and most decidedly not a kid. Noteven close, going by the thick scruff he was sporting along with the delicatesilver nose ring and several ear piercings.

Liam licked his lips unconsciously, as he took in thelow-necked white tee showing off chest tattoos paired with a studded leatherjacket. Had he not known any better, Liam would’ve thought he was a famous rockstarof some sort. But being in the industry himself, he knew he didn’t recognize thatface or those beautiful amber eyes.

He quickly averted his eyes and trained them back onto hisnotebook. His ears soon picked up what startled him in the first place.

“Excuse me? I asked for another coffee like the longest timeago yeah?” He all but barked at a poor teenager working there, his awkwardstance scurrying off to the kitchens. Yeah, typical jerk: good looking but anarsehole.

Liam tried to focus back onto the notebook in front of him,absently noting that his date was about five minutes late when a shrillringtone startled him yet again out of his reverie.

It was the leather jacket douche’s cellphone; Liam physicallyrestrained himself from rolling his eyes.

“Hey, mate!” Admittedly, even though Leather Jacket Douchewas a jerk with no manners, he had the best voice Liam has heard in the longesttime. It reminded him of a glass of whiskey on a stormy day and the smell ofrain – what was that called? Ah yes, petrichor.He wrote it all down in his notebook, you never know when little notes could becrafted into a beautiful ballad.

He tuned back into Leather Jacket Douche’s conversation –

“Mate, I’ve been here for hours… No he’s not – No! Lou, don’tyou dare! I’m not nervous Yes, I’msure! No, listen look okay it’s just me here and hang on lemme check…”

Liam kept his gaze fixed on his notebook, not even breathingas he felt eyes rove over his figure, and he bent further into the table untilhe felt he was being silly and sat up straight. He made the quick decision tolook up at LJD, into those beautiful, stormy, amber orbs, before a flush wasalready rising up his neck. LJD, he noticed, had paused in his conversation,his entire face blank as he stared at Liam. He noticed him gulp and purse hislips before turning his back on Liam and continuing his conversation, this timetone hushed.

“Okay look Lou forget about all this, maybe even call thatLiam guy and cancel because there’s this absolute beauty sitting in front of mein this godforsaken café and he’s got these soft brown eyes and Lou have I mentioned he’s gorgeous?”

Yeah, now he was blushing with the force of a thousand suns.Forget suns, he was pretty sure his face was on fire. LJD called him gorgeous.Okay, so still he was a douche but Liam would be dead if he said he hadn’t consideredit.

Before he could let any of his thoughts consume him, LJDapproached his table. He stood there with soft, black hair ruffled masterfully,an apprehensive look marring his serene features.

“Uhm, hi? I couldn’t help but notice you were here alone andwas wondering if you wanted to get a drink?”

Liam stared at him blankly in shock. It only made LJD fidgetuncomfortably under Liam’s stare before he continued, “M’name’s Zayn, with likea ‘y’.” He ended his statement with a tiny laugh, eyes crinkling up gently and oh god was that a nose scrunch? Yup,Liam was screwed.

It was only a few seconds later that he registered his name.Zane with a y? Zayn? His blind date,Zayn?

He was pretty sure he sat there with his mouth open in a gobsmacked expression. He jolted up with a start and introduced himself, “M’ Liam.”

He cleared his throat and managed a tiny smile which hehoped didn’t look nervous. But Zayn was already ducking his head, a shy smilespreading across his face in realization.

“You’re Liam, yeah? Like myLiam?” Zayn inquired, his eyes widening at his own words before he wasawkwardly trying to stutter his way through an explanation. But Liam wasn’t listening.He was too caught up on the way those lips curled around his name, a heavyaccent sounding out “Leeyum”.

Yeah, he had stars in his eyes, maybe even hearts.

Maybe after all this time, a higher power was smiling downat him. Because soon he was shaking Zayn’s hand in introduction and alreadyfalling in love at the first question, “So, do you like comics?”

Send me AU prompts

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2017 writing in review

all answers should be about work published in 2017

@nocontrolforlouis tagged me in this about my 2017 writing 💕 i added the title bc i like when posts have a title lmao purely aesthetic reasons anyway here we go list of works published this year:

on pins and needles

now that you’re here

resolutions

hot chocolate with a side of you

across mountains

glass slipper

when time froze

can’t pretend anymore

stargazing

bright eyes

still life

teasing

it escapes definition

below zero

icebergs in ireland

evergreen

work you are most proud of (and why):

i’m most proud of everything that came after glass slipper. those are all things i wrote after i finished writing my first book and, honestly, it felt like i turned the corner in my writing ability. there’s more depth and nuance and voice in those pieces than in my other pieces. if i had to pick one out of those specifically it would have to be still life. i was rereading it today in preparation to write a drabble and i was just amazed at how well it stands up and how much i still like it. that, alone with when time froze, are some of my favorite things i’ve written this year.

work you are least proud of (and why):

ugh don’t do this lmao. i’m going to go ahead and say my baby on pins and needles or glass slipper. with opan i got stuck into a certain way of writing and it reads back now as slightly juvenile. and glass slipper just feels very rushed. i should have taken more time and maybe written two more chapters instead of just the four.

a favorite excerpt of your writing:.

i shared some favorites earlier today so i’m gonna pick some other favorites lmao.

this part from chapter 1 of it escapes definition:

Frowning, Daphne stood only to fall back onto the chair due to her weak legs. The Man In Red walked forward and held a hand out to her. She took it because she knew she wouldn’t be able to walk without help after being attached to that chair for so long. When their hands met, an electric shock passed between them. Brown skin met tan skin with a red spark aligning them together. It was unlike anything Daphne had ever experienced. The spark left her open mouthed and blinking rapidly.

“Sorry,” His voice sounded robotic. “I’m still trying to figure the whole superhero thing out.”

He laughed and it hit Daphne straight in her chest. His laugh sounded familiar. It was the only thing that had passed his lips so far that didn’t sound mechanical. Daphne tilted her head and watched him, hoping that he would let his guard down. His vague features shifted from a smile to a straight face as he cleared his throat and held his hand out to Daphne again.

“I promise I won’t shock you again,” He tilted his head from side to side. “Actually, I can’t promise that but I need to get you to safety so can you please…”

He wiggled his fingers and Daphne took a deep breath before placing her hand in his. It was there before they even touched. The red spark moved back and forth between them until, finally, their hands touched. It made Daphne feel faint. She blamed it on the blood loss.

and this part from the teasing one shot

Or, continued. Clem couldn’t see the end of this relationship like she had with all the other relationships she’d been in. They’d all had a clear beginning and end dates. This thing with Liam? This thing that they’d been cultivating for years, that they treated like the precious gift it was…Clem grinned. She loved being with Liam. Loved it more than she loved reading the next installment of her favorite graphic novel about the group of magical girls that kicked ass and trailed glitter behind while they did it. Loved it more than she loved seeing the look on her parents’ faces when she surprised them with a visit. Loved it more than she loved the feeling of lying in her bed after a 12-hour shift.

In short: Clem loved Liam.

The notion hit her like a turtle shell in Mario Kart. She? Loved? Liam? His face flashed in her head as she welcomed a group of barely legal, giggly teenage girls into the store. The way his eyes crinkled when he laughed at one of her corny knock knock jokes. The way he could go from playful to sexy in a split second, that smile and crinkly eyed laughter traded in for full-on smolder and the smirk that never failed to make Clem need to change her panties. She thought of him that morning, as she was leaving for work shortly before noon when he sat at their tiny dinner table for two watching her get ready. The way his eyes seemed to light up from the inside out. She looked down to avoid eye contact with the customers as she grinned widely. Yeah. She loved him.

share or describe a favorite comment you received:

this one lmao just bc of how bold that anon was like reading when time froze at work??? with the door open??? i think about that ask a lot lmao

a time when writing was really, really hard:

there was a while there, intermittent months, where i just couldn’t muster the energy to sit up on the couch let alone pick up the computer and start writing anything. and then after i started working at the store and had less time to write that’s hard, as well, but in a different way.

a scene or character you wrote that surprised you:

rey from still life surprised me. so far, she’s the most like me and i didn’t set out to write her that way. she has so much sadness inside of her that i hinted at in the one shot but didn’t have space to add into the piece. a lot of the feelings i had while in college came out while i was writing it. also, kaia from when time froze and her outspoken self really surprised me as well.

how did you grow as a writer this year:

like i said before, i finished a book. i feel like that pushed me to my limits and seeing that i had space past my limits (if that makes sense) made me realize that i can do so much more than i know.

how do you hope to grow next year:

in original fiction, i want to finish two books i started writing late last year. in fic, i want to continue in the trajectory i’m currently on. i love everything that i’ve been producing. i think it’s good quality and if i can stay on that level, or rise above it, that’s good enough for me.

who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc):

it would definitely have to be @marisa-writes. she’s always there when i need some encouragement or an extra kick to get over my writing worries. i love her. also!! @janellewrites has been there for me in the form of messages about my writing and general writing talk. she’s amazing.

anything from your real life show up in your writing this year:

lmao what from my real life didn’t show up in my writing this year dang. family dynamics, relationship dynamics, locations, universities--so much from my real life makes it onto the page.

any new wisdom you can share with other writers:

nothing is ever as bad as you think it is. in writing or in life. cut yourself some slack and deadlines are made to be broken.

any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year

HRAU!!!!! i cannot wait to have more time to focus on the two mini fics in that series. y’all might not know this about me but i love a good historical romance novel and i can’t believe that it’s taken me this long to write a fic set in my favorite era to read about (regency england). 

tag three writers/artists whose answers you’d like to read

@marisa-writes @fromherlips @lifesbetterasamermaid

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WIP MEME

was tagged by the lovely @beautifulkingzayn -- can’t wait to read all the things you’re working on! (that stripper!zayn fic and the blue is warmest color au sound especially interesting!)

the rules are thus: list all the things you’re currently working on in as much or little detail as you’d like, then tag some friends to see what they’re working on. This can be writing, art, vids, gifsets, whatever.

oh god.

so. i have a shit ton of things i’m working on simultaneously... 

(it’s a tiny part of the reason, among many others, that i take such long breaks from the twelve fic cause half the time i get caught up working on other shit and then i’m like wait no gotta get back to twelve it’s been way too long lol smh)

but anyway the main thing at the moment, as many of you all know and as i’ll probably ramble on about for way too long is the twelve fic, which is sort of a winter soldier au, or at least that’s what it was inspired by anyway but it’s kind of deviated so much from that and taken on such a life of its own at this point that idk if it can even really still be considered an au of that verse anymore but it features zayn as a brainwashed assassin who goes by the name twelve after being kidnapped and having all of his memories wiped when he was a kid. it’s super triggery and basically involves every bad or horrible thing you could imagine happening to a person happening to zayn at some point until (by chance) he encounters liam, his childhood best friend, who he doesn’t remember in the middle of a bank heist and then later gets assigned to monitor liam b/c the person behind the whole brainwashing child assassin program, aka the director, is a sick fuck. cue liam freaking out and trying to do everything he can to help zayn but having no clue what he’s doing and the other boys finding out and pitching in to help too, along with some interesting side characters both original and non-original. okay i’ve gone on about this fic long enough, onward to the mountain of other ficlets i’m working on smdh…

a sex pollen fic set in 2015 (shortly after zayn left the band) wherein liam gets drugged (sort of) by a fan while out and about in LA with zayn and thinks he’s just coming down with something/getting sick till they get back to zayn’s house and liam ends up begging zayn to fuck him while zayn tries to be the good guy and resist and not take advantage of a naked, drugged out liam

a peter pan ziam/ot5 au featuring zayn as peter, liam as wendy, harry, louis & niall as the lost boys, little mix as fairies, simon as captain hook, and dan wooton (ugh sorry i fucking hate his name so much) as smee (also a name i hate so it works lol), still debating on the mermaids…might make one of them t-swift and maybe throw kendall and gigi in too (and possibly throw in cheryl as part of hook/simon’s pirate crew idk?)…and i also haven’t settled on anyone for tiger lily yet either but i’m open to suggestions for that too if anyone wants to throw someone’s name in the hat. anyway it should be a wild ride if i ever finish it, but got writer’s block shortly after writing the first few scenes and tried to come back to it twice but just couldn’t figure out where to go from where i left off so we shall see…

what else? um…a super angsty bottom liam bdsm ziam fic set during the wwa tour

a drabble wherein liam has a secret voice kink and gets off to zayn’s m.o.m album when he’s home alone

a weird ass fairly oddparents inspired au where liam is basically timmy and zayn keeps coming home to find new stuff in their house and vague explanations as to where they came from (should be posted soon i think)

part three of my outlaws series, which is a ziam prohibition era au series with lots of friendly ot5 feels and some struggles with period-typical homophobia and racism, featuring zayn as a bad boy bootlegger, liam as a good church-going small town boy (at first anyway), louis as a pimp, and niall and harry as his rent boys; in the part i’m currently working, part three, zayn and liam end up going back to liam’s hometown and liam has to grapple with the demons he left behind, including facing his parents (mainly just his mom) who he hasn’t seen in over two years and some of the shitty townsfolk he used to be friends with

there’s also a half-finished ziam five times plus one drabble that got shortened to a four times plus one (and honestly may end up getting shortened to three plus one just so I can get off my ass and finish it because it’s been half done for going on like eight months now and it’s honestly ridiculous smh) but anyway it was originally supposed be the five/four times zayn and liam woke up in bed together and it didn’t mean anything/was just friendly (supposedly) and the one time it meant more

and then there’s the main one that’s taking up my time lately (besides the twelve fic) and that i’m hoping to be ready to start posting soon as well, a slave!liam ot5 fic where the other four come home to their shared flat to find a box with a live boy inside (liam) sent to them by way of a secret organization that calls themselves modest and deals in underground human trafficking, training people to be servants and then shipping them off to groups of people/families whose needs they feel the slave’s skills would match best…it shares a lot of similarities with my twelve fic (in terms of the whole forced servitude thing, brainwashing, and a secret underground org that deals in kidnapping and human trafficking and monitoring people and all that) which was completely unintentional because i actually started writing it around like three years ago now and had completely forgotten about it up until a few months ago when i found it again at the bottom of one of my folders while in the middle of working on twelve and was like holy shit why do i keep writing things like this lmao but then decided to continue it anyway and i’ve been working on it piecemeal ever since and not sure when it’ll be ready to post cause the beginning still needs a lot of work, but hopefully it won’t be too much longer cause I’m really curious and excited to see what people think of it and am kind of anxious/antsy to post it lol

oh and i also have an original fic i’ve been working on kind of piecemeal too, a super angsty fic about an incubus who hates being an incubus and basically tortures himself with sleep deprivation to keep himself from using his powers while also trying to deal with the trials of high school, his abusive father, his asshole of a step-brother (who’s also a siren) and being gay, but ends up falling in love and being forced to kind of come to terms with himself…also kind of delves into what makes someone a monster and how we perceive and define ourselves, and the whole monsters vs. humans debate and which ones are the “real” monsters, etc.

so yeah that’s pretty much it for the most part but i do also have a whole doc full of plot bunnies for like a million other fics (mostly ziam and ot5, but also a few original ones) that may at some point in the future get fleshed out and posted…if i ever get around to finishing the ones i listed here first…le sigh i am a problem child...so sorry this dragged on as long as it did but hopefully out there finds these at least mildly interesting and isn’t completely put off by the fucking dissertation i just wrote about my stupid wip’s

anyway, thanks again @beautifulkingzayn for the tag! tagging @doveziam, @zipplekink, @wlwharrie, and @ohthathurt and i know there’s probably a bunch of other people i could tag but my brain is farting at the moment and i can’t think of anyone else, if anyone sees this though (if anyone even bothers to read it lol) and feels up to joining in even if you weren’t tagged, feel free to participate! i’d love to see what everyone else is working on! (and apologies if you’ve already been tagged or just don’t feel up to doing this)

[princessbun-head]

Just A Shot

Requested?: Yes

This is a pack mom imagine

Could you do an Imagine were the reader is Scott's girlfriend and Scott and Liam have to get injections for werewolf reasons so Scott goes and picks Liam up then Liam gets really scared and upset as he doesn't want them and Scott calls Y/N and she comes and looks after Liam and let's him sit on her lap and cuddle him. Thank you xx

JESUS CHRIST YOU GUYS PROBABLY HATE ME I'M SOOOO SORRY. I apologize for being absent when it came to writing, I just hit a major writers block and didn't know how to get past it. Although that little drabble I wrote for Scott helped me a teeny bit. I'm seriously so sorry, guys. I didn't think my writers block would take so long. Plus, Watch Your Tongue Part 2 should be out sometime this week for those of you who liked it! Please enjoy xx

There was an injection that werewolves had to get to prevent them from getting rabies (or something like that, you weren’t too sure.) Derek recently found out about it and had told Scott that he needed to get it, along with Malia and Liam.

                Malia was fine with it, she was even down to do it then and there. The only problem was Liam, he was hesitant to get it done and

                “You’re going to get rabies if you don’t get the shot, Liam.” Scott argued.

                “Then let me get rabies, what’s the worst that could happen?”

                “You could die.”

                Liam was quiet for some time before quietly agreeing to the injection. Scott called Derek and told them that he, Liam, and Malia agreed to the injections and they’ll get them after school.

                Liam never really told Scott that he disliked needles because, well… it was never brought up. Who randomly decides to tell their pack mates that they’re afraid of needles when it’s not relevant to the situation?

                There were times when Liam felt okay enough to get the injection, and there were times when he was thinking about running away so he wouldn’t have to get them. That was childish of him, but he really hated needles.

                “Hey, you ready?” Scott asked as he came up behind Liam who was putting his books back into his locker.

                Liam cursed under his breath, stood up to face Scott and nodded.

                Scott smiled, and Malia showed up, her car keys in hand. “Are you guys ready or what?” She asked, clearly impatient. The alpha nodded and led Liam and Malia out the front doors of the school.

                During the car ride, it was evident that Liam was nervous. Scott and Malia could both smell it on him. It was overpowering at times, “Could you stop being nervous? It’s just a shot!”

                The younger boy was caught off guard, “W-what me? I’m not scared.” He smiled, trying to play it off, but him bouncing his leg gave him away.

                “You’re shaking your leg,” Scott mentioned, a small smile on his face. “Liam, there’s nothing to be scared of, it’ll be fine. You’ll be fine.”

                “I’m not nervous!”

                “I can hear your heartbeat.”

                “Your nervousness is stinking my car up.”

                Liam looked down at his hands in embarrassment, his cheeks heating up. He mumbled something along the lines of, “Okay, I guess I’m nervous.”

                Malia scoffed, one hand leaving the steering wheel to make a point. Scott found it alarming and put his hand on the wheel while she made her point, “It’s just a shot, don’t be such a baby.” Her hand returned to the wheel. “You were thrown at a building last week and you’re afraid of being stuck with a needle?”

                “That’s different.” He grumbled, turning his attention to the car window where he looked at the scenery.

                The car finally stopped at animal clinic where Scott worked. All three teens got out and Scott led them to the side door that the employees use.

                As they entered, Liam saw three needles sitting on the counter. His heart rate went up as he tried to calm it down, his hands were getting sweaty and he wiped them on the front of his jeans.

                Deaton turned away from what he was doing and faced the three teens in front of him. “Who is going first?” He clapped his hands together, glancing at each one of them.

                Liam looked from the needles to Deaton and back again. He was sure he was going to faint, but held himself together.

                “I’ll do it.” Malia raised her hand and Deaton motioned towards the counter. She hopped up on it gracefully an stuck her arm out.    

                As Deaton was cleaning her arm, he explained, “This is basically a rabies shot that dogs get. Unlike dogs, you only need this shot one time.”

                “Are you saying we need the shots that dogs get?” Malia asked.

                “No,” He said, sticking the needle into her upper arm. Not a flinch what-so-ever. “This is the only ‘dog shot’ you’d need.” He took out the needle after injecting her and threw it in the sharps container. “Next?”

                Scott decided to take one for the team and got on the counter, removing his lacrosse hoodie in the process. Deaton cleaned his arm and stuck Scott with the needle, injected the vaccine and threw the needle in the sharps container. He put his hoodie back on and told Liam, “Really, it’s nothing to worry about.” He assured. “It doesn’t even hurt.”

                Even though he felt like he was being a baby, Liam said that he didn’t want to. Malia, Scott, and Deaton assured him that it was basically painless, the only pain that would happen is if he tensed up. Again, he said no.

                Liam excused himself to the bathroom, while he was in the bathroom, Scott and Malia discussed how to go about Liam getting the shot.

                “I can hold him down?” Malia suggested.

                “No. He’ll get out.”

                “We can knock him out?”

                “I am not knocking him out.”     

                Malia was clearly out of ideas at this point and stayed quiet until the lightbulb lit up in her head, “We can call (Y/N)!”

                Scott was taken back at first because he wasn’t sure why he didn’t think of you first. You were his girlfriend, but Liam had mentioned that you felt like a mother to him in a way. (Stiles thinks you baby him too much but that’s beyond the point.)

                He got out his phone and dialed your number, you picked up after two rings and Scott explained the situation to you. You agreed to meet at the animal clinic.

                Liam came back from the bathroom and Scott told him to sit on the counter. “Only if you promise to give it to me when I’m ready.” He said to Scott and Deaton. Both agreed and he hesitantly got up on the counter.

                Ten minutes passed and Scott’s phone dinged with a text message. He checked his phone and excused himself. A minute later, he came back with (Y/N), Liam’s face lit up.

                “So, I heard you won’t let them give you a shot?” You asked, making your way to Liam. “Why?”

                Liam shrugged, his eyes moved to the ground, embarrassed. “Because shots hurt.” He mumbled.

                You smiled and playfully rolled your eyes, you now reached Liam. “Shots don’t hurt, sweetheart.” You rubbed his arms in a comforting way. “Not if you don’t tense up, at least.”

                He still looked unsure and stared at you with his puppy eyes.

                “Liam, you need this shot.” You pleaded with him, when you saw that he wasn’t budging, you hopped up onto the counter next to him. “Hug me.”

                “What?”

                “You heard me… Hug me.” You told Liam who quickly wrapped his arms around your body. “Now get comfortable because you’re going to get this shot.”

                He had a hard time getting relaxed at first, until you made him breathe with you while you gently played with his hair. In… and out… In… and out. When you felt like he properly relaxed, you nodded to Deaton. He gently grabbed Liam’s arm while you kept a gentle hold on his head.

                Liam jumped a tiny bit when Deaton was cleaning his arm with a alcohol pad, you continued to keep him calm, whispering what Deaton was doing so he wouldn’t be surprised or anything.

                Deaton was readying the needle, “Okay, deep breath in.” You quickly, but quietly said. Liam obeyed, “and let the air out.” You said, he exhaled and Deaton stuck him with the needle. Exhaling had pre occupied him so he didn’t feel the stick.

                The shot was finally over and Deaton threw away the needle in the sharps container, applauding Liam for a job well done.

                “Why are we applauding him for acting like a baby?” Malia asked, mainly to herself, but clapped anyway.

                You smiled and gave him a pat on the shoulder, “See, Liam. I knew you could do it. Needles are nothing to be scared of!”

                Both you and Liam got off the counter while Scott came up to both of you. “Next time we need a different shot, I’m sure you can do it on your own.” He joked while putting an arm around your waist. You nudged Scott, telling him not to be teasing Liam like that.

                “Yeah,” Liam laughed, as he was laughing, his head started to shake his head no. “No.” He smiled joyfully and walked out of the office.

                “At least he was honest.” Malia shrugged, following him out.

sorry that sucked lmao

[loveinthewriteway]

rules: choose a couple of fave photos/gifs/manips/etc of your ship! copy and paste the questions down below! answer as if you’re the characters that have been tagged! then tag some more of your fave ships/characters to answer next!

[bunnywrites]

omg i love these!!! especially since all of our muses are angsty hehe SO 🧼 for adrian & dove, 🎐 for sophie & milo, 📖 for liam & grace, 🛏️ for madison & wyatt, 💍 for vivian & luther, 👁️ for jonah & willa

im so sorry this took so long!!! but ilysm !!!

disclaimer: if may have reversed some of the roles?? i hope thats okay lmao

Dove x Adrian

🧼 : your muse (dove) bathes mine (adrian) after my muse sustains an injury or illness .

Though Adrian just got into town, it didn’t take long for Hawthorne to get word that the man had returned, breaking the deal they had made only a few months prior. Truthfully, the older man found it insulting that Adrian did not take his threats seriously. Did he think it was some kind of joke? So, in order to teach Adrian a lesson, Hawthorne sent out a few minions to the run-down motel he was staying at, to ensure there would be no miscommunication this time around.

Later in the evening, Dove pulled into the parking lot, ready to help Adrian with his bags so he could crash at her place again. However, as soon as she sees the man’s motel door kicked in, a wave of horror and shock consumes her. Immediately, she knows *exactly* who’s responsible, and she can’t help but think the worst has happened.

“Adrian!” The girl yells out as she runs into the room only to find the man beaten and bloodied. He sat on the floor, using the wall behind him to keep himself steady, all the while groaning in pain as he clutched onto the open wound on his shoulder. Although the mere sight of him in such pain nearly breaks her, Dove kneels down and immediately takes off her cardigan in order to use it as a rag and soak up the blood. “Put pressure on it,” she instructs, her voice calm in an effort to try and maintain her composure.

Eventually, by working together, Dove was able to get Adrian into the bath, letting the water run before scavenging for a bar of soap that was hidden away in one of the bathroom cabinets. When she kneels down again, she gently pulls the bloodied cardigan away from his shoulder, her breath shuddering as she notices the deep cut. “Oh, Adrian…”

Without any other words exchanged, the girl gently uses the warm bath water to clean the wound before attempting to disinfect it with soap. Dove is delicate with her movements, though that doesn’t stop Adrian’s wincing. Even as her heart breaks for her love, Dove cannot help the rage that is slowly building within her. “Hawthorne won’t get away with this,” she mutters softly, now using a clean towel to dab the wound dry. “I won’t let him.”

Milo x Sophie

🎐 : our muses slow dance together .

Sophie was never one to suffer from hangovers; the only other time Milo had seen her this bad was the morning after their prom night. Granted, he understood the reason behind her sudden interest in alcohol. So, was it really his place to tell her how to cope over the dreadful news of her father? There was no easy answer, especially since his worries were only growing bigger on the daily.

“Hey,” Milo says softly as he walks into Sophie’s childhood bedroom, which hadn’t changed a bit since they had moved away from home. “How are you feeling?” The boy sits at the edge of her bed, gently taking her hand in his as Sophie explains how she has finally stopped feeling dizzy. “Noice,” he replies with a laugh of amusement, though he’s quite relieved to hear that she’s doing better.

“You know, you still owe me a dance,” Milo mentions, though he’s not sure if Sophie would even recall the promise she made the night before. “Remember, you said you would save me your last dance. But, uh, you kinda passed out before that happened.” It’s obvious the girl’s embarrassed by her actions, however Milo is quick to reassure her. “Hey, we’ve all been there before. I mean, I know I have at least like four times.”

Before she can argue with him, Milo gets up from the bed and extends his hand out for Sophie. “May I have this dance?” he questions with a playful wiggle of his brows. As he helps Soph up, Milo requests his ALEXA to play the song they slowed danced to back in their high school days, back at prom. Once Milo sees the smile that forms on Sophie’s face as a reaction to his choice of song, he eagerly presses her body closer to his, slowly swaying them together afterwards. “I guess this is kind of our song, huh?”

Grace x Liam

📖 : my muse (grace) discovers your muse (liam) reading a diary entry that my muse wrote about yours .

((future))

Grace hadn’t been at Liam’s for very long; in fact, she was barely settled in. Most of her belongings were still packed away in boxes that her mother had eagerly packed as soon as the girl broke the news that she was moving out. It wasn’t out of kindness, however, but more so of pettiness. It was clear her mother greatly disapproved of her choice, and she warned the brunette that if she were to leave the house then she could never come back. Though somewhat fearful, Grace had never felt safer than she did when she was with Liam. So, she took the risk, and it had all been perfectly fine… until tonight.

Even after her hospital stay, the girl’s recovery was slow; she was sluggish and exhausted on the regular. It was understandable, of course, and Liam was more than happy to help in any way he could. While he didn’t mean to intentionally snoop while unpacking a few of her things, he couldn’t help himself when he came across a private journal of Grace’s. However, there was something odd over the way it appeared, as though someone had messed around with it before tossing it aside. While reading, the entirety of his attention was grasped when he came across his name, and more than once too.

There were plenty of entries about Liam, even if he wasn’t mentioned by name it was obvious her words were about him. Of course, the man was absolutely engulfed by her stories that he completely lost track of time, and it wasn’t long before Grace walked into the bedroom to catch him with her notebook in hand. At first, she was too stunned to say anything; how could he intrude on her private thoughts like that? The surge of embarrassment that follows is evident by the redness that appears on the brunette’s cheeks before she finally speaks out.

“What are you doing?” Grace asks angrily, a clear look of annoyance on her face. “Don’t read that!” Even in her weakened state, she managed to stomp her way towards Liam, snatching the journal right from his grasp. “W--what were you thinking?” Though the girl acts rather defensive, she truthfully had nothing to hide. All of her entries about the man were lovely and heartfelt; the most genuine she had ever been with her feelings over him. Yet, that was exactly why she was so scared, for those feelings were not something she was ready to share with him just yet. “I’m sorry, I--I have to go.”

Wyatt x Madison

🛏️ : our muses are forced by circumstance to share a bed for the night .

While the two had shared a bed plenty of times in the past, tonight’s circumstances were a bit… different. For a change, it was Madison who showed up at Wyatt’s doorstep, drunk and shivering from the cold, wet rain that soaked her. Though he couldn’t possibly understand her visit, the man never questioned her, and helped her towards the bathroom so she could clean herself up. Wanting to be respectful, he stepped outside, but made sure to stay close-by, just in case she needed any assistance.

Luckily, it seemed the brunette was able to shower with ease, though she did slip while getting out. Before running in to help her, he knocked on the door to make sure it was okay to do so. Once he got the confirmation, he wasted no time in sitting her on the toilet and grabbing a Band-Aid for the cut on her knee. Afterwards, he helps dress her, letting her use one of his t-shirts as pajamas for the night. Wyatt then lifts her up to carry her to the bedroom, though she argues that she was perfectly capable of doing so on her own. “I promise, this is the last thing I’ll help you with,” he assures, though he doubted that was the truth.

Once Wyatt made sure Madison was settled into bed and comfortable, he grabbed one of the spare pillows, ready to set himself up to sleep on the sofa. However, he stops in his tracks once the woman calls out his name, a look of confusion on his face as she requests for him to stay. “I can’t,” he replies, averting his gaze from hers. “I don’t think you really want that, anyway. You’re just too drunk to realize that now.” His tone is playful and so is the small grin that slowly forms at the corners of his mouth. Yet, that answer doesn’t satisfy Madison, and she becomes insistent. It was almost as though she was pleading, and as soon as Wyatt heard the ache in her voice he knew there was no turning back.

“Okay,” he mumbles softly, hesitantly getting into the bed next to her while making sure to keep a safe distance between them. “Don’t say I didn’t try to talk to you outta it.”

Luther x Vivian

💍 : our muses are mistaken for a couple by someone else .

Due to his family ties, Luther had the hook-up for almost anything he desired, including a secluded table for two in one of the most popular restaurants in town. Of course, the man wasn’t one to bring just anyone to such a place, not unless it was for personal interest or because he needed something. In this case, it just so happened to be both. However, he had to ensure to keep his interest in his dinner date to a minimum. After all, business always came first, right?

As the two enter the dimly-lit, romantic setting, they are approached by a hostess who is eager to show them to their table. As they take their seats, the young girl offers each of them a menu before complimenting Vivian on her beautiful dress. “You’re so lucky you have a boyfriend to take you out to such nice places,” the hostess mentions with a giggle. The statement causes the pair to raise their brows in surprise before Luther laughs out loudly. “We’re not together,” he explains with a shake of his head before glancing in Vivian’s direction. “Unless you know something I don’t.”

The woman shakes her head in response to Luther’s word, though she has a rather amused look plastered on her face. Though the two found the mistake to be rather humorous, the hostess seemed to be painfully embarrassed. So much so, she even offered the pair a free appetizer. “Wow, what fine service. We’ll take it!”

Willa X Jonah

👁️ : your muse (jonah) is watching mine (willa) sleep , when my muse suddenly wakes up & catches them .

Willa couldn’t recall the exact moment she passed out, everything from tonight was a blur to her, though that often seemed to be the case with her whenever liquor was involved. Frankly, she had been resting peacefully while laying in the arms of who knows who exactly. It wasn’t her first time falling asleep with a stranger, though they’d never been quite so cuddly before. As soon as the brunette’s eyes flutter open is the moment she comes to realize that this is no stranger at all, but a familiar face that she’s quite honestly shocked to see.

The girl’s blue eyes meet Jonah’s dark browns as he looks down at her, and, although her vision is still blurry from just waking up, she’s almost sure she sees him smile. Willa quickly rubs her eyes, smudging some eyeliner and mascara that she still had on from the previous night. “What happened last night?” she mumbles somewhat incoherently.

All of a sudden, the girl sits up in the bed that the two of them laid in, running her hands through her hair out of frustration. “Did we…?” Willa questions as she looks back at Jonah, somewhat ashamed that she couldn’t remember whether or not the two of them hooked up.

[silverichorr]

Survey, Like it’s 2014

I haven’t done something so silly and self indulgent in a while. I have a plate of homemade pizza rolls, I just finished an audiobook, and I’m ready to go.

Last person you watched a movie with? Omg. Probably Liam, and I haven’t watched a movie with him in at least a couple of months. #LDRLife

Have you been disappointed in the past three days? Yeah. I was going to go camping with my co-worker this weekend, and the weather really pooped out on me :/.

What will you be doing in the next 2 hours? Probably sleep, maybe embroider more or watch more “Community.”

Is your birthday in February, October, or May? No.

Do you have a good relationship with your ex? I was just chatting with Veronica about this. I haven’t spoken to him in six years, and I would love to catch up with him sometime — but I know that isn’t going to happen.

What windows are open on your desktop right now? Actually, just this one.

When is the last time you yawned? When I FaceTimed a sleepy Veronica.

Are you someone who hates to read? If I am, I’d probably be terrible at my job.

Who did you last get high with? Omg. This answer is FINALLY going to change next weekend. Probably Tracy, Harrison and Veronica (Veronica is a famous lass on this survey!).

Does your mother have a sister? If so, what’s her name? They’re not worth mentioning.

When was the last time you had brownies? Oooo. I think during my work convention.

What’s something you hear right now, besides music? The hum of my fan, the sound of me chewing (I love these pizza rolls so much).

Is it warm outside? The humidity will end me.

Last time you spoke to the person you have feelings for? I was texting him all afternoon. I felt really comfortable and cute today, and I’m happy I got to tell him :).

What does your last text in your inbox say from a girl? Ma girl Emilie: “I love this,” referencing a photo with immense horse-girl energy.

At what age do you want to have your first child? LMAO.

Do you ride a bus regularly? Only when I’m traveling to home or Ith.

Does/did your school require uniforms? Nah. Damn, maybe I’m getting too old for these surveys if they’re asking about me going to school ...

Do you live alone? Until next month, yes.

What is your favorite food to eat for lunch? Lmao, whatever is going bad in my fridge. I had bean salad for about three days in a row this week, and it was actually quite good.

When was the last time you were out of your home town? I think the better question would be the last time I was IN my hometown, and that would be the weekend of my birthday when I got to see Liam and Nicole and Sam and Lucas and Shannon and Darwin and my heart was so full.

What was the last little kid show that you watched? Do you normally watch this show? Ooooo. Not sure. Maybe Spongebob? Fucking classic.

If you had to eat breakfast tomorrow morning, what would you eat? Ha, probably going to eat tofu and beans bc I have nothing else to eat. That or oatmeal.

Would you rather read the newspaper, watch the news, or read the news online to learn about current events? LMFAO. As a journo, I don’t feel comfortable answering this question. Let’s just say I have strong opinions on all mediums.

Have you ever touched a cow? I worked with one on the ranch; she was v good.

What was the last essay you wrote about? Ooof. Probably my sword-fighting one. Though I did write other long-form pieces for work last year I was quite proud of.

Do you call the ice cream topping “jimmies” or “sprinkles”? Sprinkles.

Is there a particular race that you find more attractive than another? Nah, son, bc I’m not a racist shit. But gingers will always hold a special place in my heart.

You have to come up with a new name for your fake ID, what name do you choose? Yup. Feeling old again. I’ve also never had a fake.

Have you ever had a churro? Yes? Why is that a question?

Do you like the idea of promise rings in relationships? I mean. I’m low-key poly so ... 

What’s the next movie you’ll watch in theaters? Not sure.

Other than yourself, who was the last person that took a picture of you? Probably Tina.

Who were the last people you hung out with? Taylor! Unexpected friendship.

How many people are you talking to online right now? Wow, presumptuous.

Are you part of an organization that helps out other people [in any way]? That’s what nonprofits are all about.

Where was the last place you went shopping? That really nice antique shop near me.

So what do you plan on doing this weekend? I’m probably going to clean and cook and sew tomorrow, like the domestic fuck I am. Idk when I got so into traditionally fem stuff, but I love it.

Who was the last person you gave money to? Probably Nicole, tbh.

Are you going to get your driver’s license this year? OMFG.

Do you plan on dressing up for Halloween this year? Not sure the protocol on that one.

Who was the last person of the opposite sex to hug you? My old adviser from uni.

The last person that made you angry, did you tell them? Hmmm. Maybe my parents? Maybe Liam? Regardless they know, lmao.

Do you pay with cash, credit/debit, or checks most often? Debit bc fuck cash.

Have you ever slept in the same bed with the last person you kissed? Lmfao. We have/are going to be living together. He’s such a good bed buddy.

Do you remember who you liked three months ago? Lam!

Would you ever be a stripper? I’ve thought about it. it would be good money and a workout. I’m not sure if I can deal with the men, tho.

Is there a guy that knows a lot about you? Well ....

How many guy best friends do you have? Oh, I love my dude friends. They remind me men can be p cool sometimes.

Do you know anyone with a really weird name? Yep! I don’t want to call them out here, tho.

Is there someone you just can’t imagine your life without? Nicole and Liam, 100%.

Do you still talk to the last person you kissed? Absolutely. I haven’t kissed anyone else in a little while, and I’m OK with that.

Do you think anyone has feelings for you? Ha. I hope so if he’s moving in with me again.

If you were in the hospital on life support, would the last person you kissed visit you? Why does it matter if I kiss them????? I love kissing people I’m not romantically involved with!

Your ex is walking next to you, with their new partner, what do you do? I just would like to casually catch up. I feel like Liam meeting him would satisfy some of his curiosity, too.

Are there things in your life that you’ll never be able to get over? Oooof. Don’t even.

It’s 2 in the morning and you get a text message, who is it most likely? Lmao, Nicole bc she doesn’t understand a socially acceptable sleep schedule.

Are you good at giving directions? Just give me a map.

Ever cried while you were on the phone with someone? Lmao, story of my life.

Did you cry from a text last night? Surprisingly, no.

Do you think the last person you texted cares about you? I’ve only texted friends today, so yes, all of them.

Would you kiss the last person you texted? Nicole, so ... eh, maybe.

Can you count your serious relationships on one hand? Are you supposed to be calling me out or something? Bc I only have two, but they’re both decently long.

Name something great that happened today. I woke up early and exercised with a bunch of people!

Where did you get the shirt you’re wearing right now? Cotton On; it has a “Twin Peaks” quote on it — which I didn’t know about until years after owning it — and it blows Liam’s mind, which I think is really funny. I guess I’ve had this shirt since 2012 or 2013. Damb. I love this shirt.

Do you know anyone with the same name as you? I met her for the first time last year! I was drunk af, but I immediately friended her on fb. I haven’t spoken to her since.

Do any of your friends dislike each other? No bc then they wouldn’t be friends.

What are you doing right now? This?

You can get a puppy or a new car. Which do you choose? Definitely a car bc I desperately need one. Plus a car is much more expensive, so what’s even the question here? If I really didn’t need a car, I’d take the new one, sell it, and make one pup v happy.

Do you wear a belt with every pair of jeans? Never.

Everyone has that one relationship they would do over & change something right? I mean ... do they?

What was your first thought when you woke up today? "I shouldn’t go to boot camp. Fuck it, let’s go.” No ragrets.

Did you have a good weekend? I’m having a nice weekend :).

Are you close with anyone you never expected to be close with? Yeah, actually. Nicole, for sure. But I’m so beyond happy we’re such good friends.

Do you have a hard time letting go? Literally my existence.

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Camilo N.

To this day I cannot believe how life brought us together. We met through Myspace even though that wasn’t popular in Colombia. I was 13-14, he was 20 something.  We became virtual friends and got super close, and somehow he fell for me.  I never took anyone seriously online, so my 13 year old ass kept living her life.  Until I found out Camilo’s brother used to attend the theater school right next to my house.  Ivan has my age and I saw him a couple of times around my house.  Until one day Camilo wrote me that he was near my house so we chilled for a bit. My mom freaked out and kicked us out of the house LOL.  I think we did not talk after that for a while, Camilo was really ashamed...  Years and years went by, I moved to the States..  That hit him hard. He really wanted us to be something. 

This picture was taken the first time I came back to Colombia after I’d moved.  Camila, my best friend, asked him to come over and it was a reunion.  Camilo is very old fashioned, a man of faith, but not really a Christian....  He is much older than me... and we fight a lot. LOL

He was my date for Camila’s prom night, the night I found my first boyfriend and my ex best friend making out on the dance floor.... Sebastian did not recognize me until I said hi and dropped Antonella like the piece of garbage she is. (MWAHAHAH). Obviously I was with a hotter date and kept dancing with Camilo and we dated for the entire time that I was in Colombia. We slept together after Camila’s prom.... Back then I was skinny (ballerina days), and I still felt FAT next to him. He plays soccer professionally outside his normal job, so he’s a strong twig. lmao

When he realized I was going back to the States, he disappeared and never spoke to me again. Which really hurt me. I said awful things to him.  Now I understand all men are cowards. And that fucking blows.  He pops in and out of my life, usually because we fight a lot.  I don’t take him seriously and he wants me to be ready to be his wife.  He thinks my love for elephants is naive, and having my type of living is just childish and immature. 

Anyway, I had a dream about waking up next to him in rainy Bogotá.  So I texted him. (MISTAKE).  I barely answer his text messages cause either he wants nudes or tell me how immature and difficult I am. *rolls eyes*  He called to tell me Liam probably couldn’t deal with all my drama and sensitive, when he doesn’t even know I NEVER GAVE LIAM DRAMA.  I never called him names, never disrespected him.  I literally would catch an attitude and he would leave me alone to fight alone. AAAAAAND thats not fun, so I would stop.  It is just pretty that after so many years I have some men just waiting.... I guess for me to grow up and become this “serious woman”. It is kind of sad cause he is a great man, and he’s so handsome, and so tender.  But he still won’t get into his head that we are not compatible and that spicy me won’t stop being me.  My elephants are not a naive dream.  And that the best part of catching an attitude is the rough sex that comes after.  Pobre Camilito. <3  I really liked him at some point, now I just feel a bit of pity.  Igual lo quiero mucho y deseo que sea feliz. 

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