#mother turned to mother and they talked about sons.

[the-lady-bryan]

So at first I reblogged this with nothing. No comment, no tags. But then... I dunno I just felt compelled to share this from my life and came back to edit my reblog.

Years ago in February 2010, I moved from Florida to Georgia due to my parents splitting for good. I knew if I stayed with my dad, violence would happen at some point and one of us would be dead and the other in jail for it. I had just started treatment for my bipolar in August 2009 shortly after getting my diagnosis. To move, I had to drop out of college. I'd had to take a year off previously due to family and financial reasons, and had finally gotten back in January 2010. I also had to get a new psychiatrist and therapist so I could continue treatment for my mental health.

It was in group therapy at the new facility in GA where I met this woman. We'll call her Raven, as that's her preferred name. Raven was an older woman in her 50s. We did not have anything in common. But I saw her every week at group. She's been doing this for years. Decades at this point, and while we didn't really interact beyond polite greetings and goodbyes or small talk in the waiting room, a lot of what she said about coping skills resonated with me. Standard coping skills never worked for her, and they don't for me either. So any time she had suggestions for others outside the box, I'd make a note to look into it or try it out. Little by little, her suggestions began to help me adjust to my new situation and work on myself finally after years of being a punching bag for various members of my immediate family. I also heard a lot about her kids, especially her oldest. She never named them. Just indicated them as first son/eldest, daughter/middle, and second son/youngest.

Due to being unable to find work, I left GA for Florida for six months in 2011, returning to GA in September of that year. When I went back into treatment, I didn't see her anymore. I didn't go to group, didn't have transportation reliable enough. And we didn't have appointments near each other either so I didn't cross paths with her again. I'd largely forgotten this woman who had such a positive impact on my recovery and healing journey.

Then, in January 2013, I (unknowingly) met her again at my local library. At this point in my life, I was finally at a point where I was able, with some difficulty, start socializing. I was more confident in myself and my skills and while I hadn't landed a job yet, I did have a few interviews, that sadly I didn't pass but it was better than my job hunts before! And I owed a lot of that progress to that woman's nonjudgmental attitude and suggestions during group years previous.

When I met her again, not recognizing her (admittedly I didn't realize our connection for about 4-6 months after our remewting at the library) I also met her eldest son who was with her that day, who's name I did not know. Because of her suggestions, which I took to heart and used to work on myself for a few years, I was able to not have a panic attack talking to new people. So when this dorky but kinda hot looking guy's phone shouted "EXTERMINATE!" at top volume in the library in a Dalek voice, it immediately drew my attention and prompted me to go over and chat him up. I was only interested in making a new friend, and it was obvious we had a shared interest (as I was wearing my Tom Baker scarf that day as well, so yeah... Very obvious shared interest).

Now, 11 years after marrying that man who's name I learned that very day, and 14 years after meeting his mother, my life is not at all where I imagined it to be at 37. I expected to be a hermit with dogs and alone forever. Now I'm a married person with a 10 year old kid and a dog older than the kid by about a year or two. It's been hard, yes. But I'm actually quite happy with the way things turned out.

Weird how it all started by meeting this one crazy old woman at group therapy.

What’s crazy is you can just meet someone and have no idea they’re going to change your life forever

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♡‧₊˚ Babydaddy!Chris x Sweetheart!Reader - Delusional

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The warm morning sun peered thru the bedroom curtains; you blink a few times in an attempt to adjust your eyes to the bright light. Knowing Chris usually sleeps in late with you, you roll to his side to fling an arm around him, only to realize he had already woken up and got out of bed. A small groan leaves your lips, not getting your morning cuddle session in with your babydaddy gave you a bad start to your day. Your son was already doing somersaults and backflips in your womb, letting you know he was awake and as active as he could be.

The cold hardwood floor sends shivers up your spine, your sleepy daze fogging your brain as you make your way out of the bedroom and down the hallway. You could see Chris lazily slumped across the couch with his back facing you, one hand stuffed in a bag of chips while the other held his phone. Being the sweet – yet naive – girl you were, you saw it as the perfect opportunity to pull a cute little jump scare prank on your boyfriend. You watch him like a hawk as his thumb dances across his phone screen, making sure you’re light on your feet as you tiptoe toward him. 

Just as you’re about to close in on him like a lion with its prey, his phone chimes, indicating a text was sent. Your eyebrows crunch in confusion as he sits up, freeing his other hand to type a quick reply. Uncertainty buries itself deep in your gut and your intuition makes you take a few steps forward to get a clearer view at who Chris was texting. 

You had no idea how you were pulling off being so quiet. You were nearly in your third trimester; pregnancy obviously came with weight gain, so you weren’t exactly light on your feet to say the least. Clumsiness was blessed upon you at a young age and your baby bump didn’t do you much justice these days. All you knew was – you were bound and determined to see who the hell your babydaddy was texting. No matter how hard you squinted, you couldn’t make out the name. A little voice in the back of your head kept telling you to take a step closer, finally being able to focus on the name written at the top of the screen, when the realization bestows itself upon you; he wasn’t texting anyone familiar. Before you found out you were pregnant, there were a few incidents where other females had slid in your direct messages on Instagram, coming to you as a ‘woman’ about your boyfriend's shitty behavior. Granted, he had been on his best behavior the last seven months – or so you thought.

Your heart falls to the pit of your stomach as you watch him sneakily type a reply into his phone, letting out an uneasy breath. It must’ve been a bit too loud because Chris lifts his head, turning around to face you. His mouth gapes open, astonishment spreads across his face as he realizes he’s caught in the act of texting another bitch that wasn’t the mother of his unborn. Chris stumbles on his words, “Hey — Hey, Babe?” his cheeks rosy red as he chews on his bottom lip out of nervousness.

“Who are you texting?” you ask, trying to be as nonchalant as possible while a frown pulls at your lips, a mixture of embarrassment and sadness hitting you like a bus. The look on Chris’ face gave you all of the confirmation you needed, there was no doubt he was texting another girl, nothing could convince you otherwise. You watch as he jumps up from his seat, pressing the lock button on his phone in a rush and stuffing it into his pants pocket. You position all your weight on your left side while rubbing a hand over your bump, sucking your teeth as if you were rushing an answer out of him, “nobody just someone asking for a collab. I’d have to talk to Matt and Nick about it first,” he stumbles over his own words, making it nearly impossible to believe the bullshit excuse he made up off the top of his head. It had always been clear he was a horrible liar, but this was an all-time low for him. 

You furrow your brows together, letting him know you called bullshit before opening your mouth to speak, “yeah — and who was that?” The last year and a half you had been with Chris, you became accustomed to his sneaky ways. A lot of the time you felt like you were playing detective, constantly poking and prodding him with questions just to get the truth out of him. You watch him shake his head, “nobody important — probably won’t end up going thru with it anyways,” his eyes not meeting yours one time. 

“Let me see,” you tell him, holding out your hand like an angry mother who was confiscating her middle schoolers phone. Chris’ face crunches in confusion, his brows knitting together much like yours were, “why?”

Going thru his phone was something you had only done a few times before and each it led to uncovered lies, days of crying, and treacherous heartbreak. You had been in this situation before, his reluctance to hand over his phone gave you all the confirmation, not that you didn’t have it already. If it was the other way around, he wouldn’t even have to ask to go thru your phone. Your password was your due date which he knew very well. Your heart thumps in your chest and you try to muster up a response, an argument was the last thing your emotions could handle but you knew deep down it needed to be addressed. You didn’t deserve this. You shrug your shoulders at him, “I’m not dumb Chris,” tears brim the waterlines of your eyes as you let out a staggered breath.

Chris stares at you from across the couch, not knowing if he should run to comfort you or stay frozen in his place, continuing to play dumb like he did last time he was caught red handed. He immediately regrets the next sentence that falls from his mouth, “Sweetheart, you’re being delusional,” his phone vibrates in his pocket, sounding off another notification alert. Your eyes drifting down to his pocket and back up to him, “I’m not texting any bitches — honest!” he lies thru his teeth, not daring to make eye contact with you.

“Chris, I’m due in twelve weeks” your voice thick with emotion as you blink back the tears fighting to be set free, “you think now is the right time to lie to me?” You don’t let him get out another word before you spin on your heels and march to his bedroom. His footsteps echo off the hardwood floor, letting you know he was quickly in tow behind you, “baby – wait!’ you hear him call after you before slamming the bedroom door, making sure to lock it behind you. Chris stands on the other side, his face pressed against the door as he knocks repetitively, trying desperately to plead his case as you shove random clothes into a duffel bag, "sweetheart — c'mon, please open the door," you ignore him, alternating between ordering an uber and texting your best friend to let her know you’d be staying at her house for a while. You weren’t letting Chris talk his way out of the trouble he caused this time — he had no excuses.

wc - 1262

♡‧₊˚ I put out a poll the other day asking if you guys wanted this or Brat and Neighbor!Matt's first interaction. They results were pretty close, but the angst won lol. I didn't want it to be too angsty because there's more to come, obviously. My heart aches for sweetheart but I'm glad she's standing her ground. Let me know what you guys think?!

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[butuhaventseenmyman]

Girl dad Curly but like you were on the original crew but you had to go on maternity leave so u got replaced by Daisuke and then when they all get back (everythings fine alright the crash never happened) and he gets to see his baby girl and it's just cute fluffy yk? It's been on my brain for the past like 5 days dude

ohhh i LOVE Curly being a girl dadddd

my first sfw writing lmao

(btw i always envision Grant & reader + babies living in Montana- his birth state- since he loves winter sports and winter is his fav season canonically)

Curly missed you. So, so bad.

he was so happy that he could have you on the ship for most of your pregnancy, but the two of you knew it would be best for you if you left right before giving birth. as much as Curly wanted to be there, he knew it would be the safest at home, where you felt comfortable. the Tulpar was no place for giving birth.

so, another person was brought in to replace you- Daisuke. you'd met him before the crew left, let him feel your bump. he was really sweet, and you were glad your captain was in good hands.

Curly, unfortunately, couldn't make it to the birth because he was stuck at work for the next 3-month haul (he was lucky it was short).

you, of course, gave birth in the hospital to a healthy, beautiful baby girl. Curly was so sad he couldn't be with you, and he also had no idea how you were doing or if the birth even went well.

he tried to distract himself by being busy on the ship. you were also grateful that the baby was so needy, because it helped you forget about your postpartum depression and missing your husband- at least, for a little bit.

you rocked her and showed her pictures of her daddy, played pre-recorded videos of him singing and playing guitar as she fell asleep. he would cry in his quarters every few nights when the homesickness got too much, and Anya, Daisuke, and Swansea would take turns talking to him and making him feel better.

in this case, 3 months was a really long time.

but finally, that day came where the crew completed their delivery and were able to come home. you bundled your baby girl up and put her in her car seat, making sure her stroller was secure in the trunk before making the drive to the landing site.

Curly's mom came with you, just to make sure you were okay. you took turns driving, and she did most of it to let you rest.

thankfully, it was only a few hours away, so you weren't too tired by the time you got there. you buttoned up your jacket and the two of you made the walk to the waiting area a safe distance away.

that was where you met Daisuke's parents and Swansea's wife and one of his sons. you showed them your baby and introduced yourself as the captain's wife and, fuck if that didn't turn you on just saying it.

the seven of you watched the ship land together. actually, you didn't watch much of it- you were more focused on the look of pure wonder in your baby's eyes. even if she didn't remember it when she was older, she was about to meet her father for the first time.

people helped the tired crew adjust as they exited the ship. Curly always let his crew go first- you bit your lip at the suspense that caused the three of you.

and when he finally emerged...you remembered what you had been waiting for all your life.

he didn't even glance at the assistants as he ran towards you, his eyes on his beautiful baby. he embraced you first, kissing you passionately and wrapping his arms around you. you were both teary as he assessed you and your body. "how was the birth? no complications? she's alright?"

he kissed you again before hugging his mother, sobbing like the child he used to be in her presence. he broke down and she comforted him like only his mother could.

once he had calmed down a little, Grant took a look at the pride and joy he had helped to create with you. she had your eyes with a few tiny wisps of curly hair. he fell to his knees and pressed his lips to her delicate, tiny little forehead.

he went around and showed her to everyone- his crew and his crew's family. Anya, Daisuke, and Swansea loved her almost as much as you two did. you all talked about her and your lives for a while before it started to get closer to sunset.

everyone said goodbye, a farewell until the next haul, and headed home. Grant's mom offered to get the car started and allow you two a moment alone.

he bounced the new love of his life and tickled her, watching her toothless giggle.

and as he embraced you and his beautiful new daughter, he knew he'd always strive to protect the two things in his life most worth fighting for- and you also knew that you'd be your strongest when you had the man that was the most worth waiting for.

a/n: so sorry chat (and especially you Sage my love <3) i had this in the drafts for a while and just finished it up tonight- hope you like it!!!

[apomaro-mellow]

Hawkins Confidential 4

Part 3

“That was risky”, Steve said. He and Eddie were walking in a toy store, looking for something to give Dustin after the procedure as a gift.

“Sure, but it paid off, didn’t it?”

“That remains to be seen. My mother and Tommy aren’t your biggest fans. They’re going along with it now, but there’s no guarantee they’ll keep up their end of the bargain once the operation is done. What about this?” Steve held up a stuffed dragon.

“Cool, but not as cool as this”, Eddie held up a box the size of his torso. “He can make his own Lego dragon!”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Dustin will love it.” And the image of his pup getting to build it with his real father, the father he should have had, made him warm.

While they shopped, there were eyes on them. There were almost always eyes on them. But these ones were more friendly. Nancy Wheeler held a shopping bag with toys for a charity drive. Her husband Jonathan was beside her.

“Is that…Steve?”

“Yeah, not exactly unusual”, Jonathan said.

“Look who he’s with.”

“Oh my god…Is that Eddie Munson?”

“I think it is”, Nancy breathed out.

“Should we…should we say hello?”

Nancy watched them for a moment longer before shaking her head. “No. Let’s leave them be for now. We’ve gotta deliver these toys.” -------------------------

Carol stepped through the doors of the firm, her heels clacking as she walked right by the front desk, ignoring Tommy’s secretary who had learned by now not to try and stop her. She entered Tommy’s office without even a knock.

“Do you have news for me?”

Tommy looked up from the papers on his desk. “The parasite will be in town for a while.”

Carol frowned. “For how long?”

“He’s…negotiated”, Tommy scowled.

Carol sat on the other side of the desk. “You think he’s going to get in our way?”

“He shouldn’t be able to. Just because he’s the real father doesn’t mean anything. My name is the one in the will. Munson can’t inherit anything.”

“Well then stop glowering. So you have to deal with a mutt for a while. He’ll get bored, be a deadbeat and go away again and that’ll be that.” Carol clapped her hands as if wiping them of the matter.

“You think he’s just going to go away?”

“Once he sees he can’t get a single Harrington dime, he will. You think he’s going to hang around just for a pup? Ha!”, she scoffed. “And Bianca can’t stand him. I doubt he’ll last a week. He’ll get in her face, she’ll call the cops, and he’ll be the law’s problem.”

Tommy sighed and Carol stood up from her chair. She came around the other side of the desk and smiled down at him.

“Just focus on what lies ahead. You, me, no pups, no Steve, and all of that money”, she said as she slid into his lap.

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Steve came into the hospital room to find both Dustin and Eddie talking over each other. It sounded like an argument. And while his son was getting plenty of color from raising his voice, Steve didn’t want him to overextend himself.

“Whatever you two are fighting about, I’m sure it’s important. But it can wait until after pudding.”

Eddie grinned at Steve before turning back to Dustin. “He doesn’t share the same passion about planetary status as we do.”

“Planetary status?”, Steve asked, handing one cup to Dustin and the other to Eddie. One last thing to eat before they had to fast.

“I have it on good authority that Pluto may be losing its status as one of our nine planets”, Eddie said as he opened the pudding cup.

“And that’s crazy!”, Dustin shouted.

Steve shook his head. “Arguing about something a million miles away…”

“Actually it’s about three billion miles”, Eddie said.

“Dad, why didn’t you tell me my new dad was so smart?”, Dustin asked.

Steve rolled his eyes. “Don’t let him fool you. This is the same guy that thought he could dive off the quarry.”

“Hey, I could have done it”, Eddie argued. “Whether or not I would have survived is up for debate.”

Dustin’s eyes got wide. “You were gonna jump off the quarry?”

Eddie smirked. “Not to toot my own horn but-”

“Dad’s right! You would have died!”

Eddie’s smirk dropped as Steve laughed out loud. Dustin was smiling between them while Eddie swallowed his sour expression by slurping his pudding from the lip.

“Where are your manners?”, Steve said.

“Where are the spoons?”, Eddie replied.

Steve blinked and began to rise to his feet. “Darn it, I forgot the-”

“I’ll get ‘em”, Eddie said, getting up more quickly. He put his pudding down and left the room.

Steve sat back down, sighing and shaking his head. Dustin was still smiling wide. Steve met his gaze and could already tell something was about to come out of his mouth that he didn’t want to address just yet.

“Are you and other dad gonna get back together?”

Steve sighed again. “No, we’re not. I’m still married to Tommy.”

“But you could get a divorce. Mike’s parents did, and like half the other kids in my class too.”

“What did I say about telling other people’s business?”, Steve crossed his arms.

“You already knew about Mike. And I didn’t tell you the other kids’ names”, Dustin also crossed his arms and pouted.

That was the scene Eddie returned to and he grinned. “No DNA test needed here.” He sat down and handed Dustin one of the spoons.

“Please, you two are like twins”, Steve said, helping Dustin open up his pudding cup.

Despite Steve trying to shoot the idea down, Dustin was still smiling and smiling hard. He didn’t want to get his son’s hopes up. Nothing could happen between him and Eddie. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t at least imagine…

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Bianca stirred her tea and smiled at the woman sitting across from her. Light classical music played in the tea room.

“How have things been, Karen?”

“Oh just fine. Mike is doing so well in school and Holly’s growing up so fast. Sometimes I can’t believe where the time has gone.”

“And what about your Nancy? The last I heard she had finished up her stint in New York and had come back home.”

Karen nodded. “Her and Jonathan had found a house not too far from me a few months ago and are settling in nicely.”

“Nancy’s such a lovely girl. You’re so lucky. You’ve raised a good, strong alpha in her. No doubt she’ll be running after her own pups soon.”

“As a matter of fact, Nancy told me she saw Steve earlier in town and he was…well he was with the Munson boy.”

Bianca’s mouth turned to a thin line. “Yes, well, no doubt you’ve heard of his return. It’s the talk of the town.”

“Talk of the town is right. Do you know why he’s back?”

“I haven’t the slightest idea”, Bianca said, shaking her head. “Perhaps he was feeling nostalgic.”

“And you’re letting him around Steve?”

“Steve knows his place. And he knows how to conduct himself in public. Tell me, how is Ted doing?”, she asked, changing the subject.

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The next day, Eddie had been put in a bed right next to Dustin. Both were set for the operation happening in just a few minutes. Dustin fidgeted with his stuffed giraffe. Steve could tell he was nervous. Of course he was, he was a small child about to go into surgery. Eddie was putting on a brave face, but Steve could read his tells. He was antsy, tapping his finger on the hand Dustin couldn’t see.

“Everything’s gonna be fine”, Steve said, stroking Dustin’s hair.

Dustin nodded, like he was trying to convince himself. Then he looked over at Eddie. “Are you scared?”

Eddie scoffed. “Who? Me? Pshh, you’re talking to the guy who almost trapped the elusive Hawkins cryptid.”

Dustin’s eyes got wide while once again, Steve’s rolled.

“Listen, bud”, Eddie started. “We’ll pop in, pop out, all done, and then your dad and I are gonna take you out for the biggest ice cream sundae. Right?”

“The biggest”, Steve said. “I’m buying you a whole mountain of ice cream.”

Dustin looked more relaxed and it was at that moment their beds needed to be moved to the operating room. Steve followed for as long as he could until he could go no further. His two boys, his heart and soul, were on the line. And of course, of course that was when Tommy showed his face.

“So they’re starting now?”, he asked.

“Yes”, Steve answered. “Now all we can do is wait and hope for the best.”

“Do more than hope. If this doesn’t work, you know what we’ll have to do.” 

Tommy squeezed his shoulder and in addition to the ache in his heart, he felt sick in his stomach. A feeling that he was used to feeling around Tommy but was happening more and more. He pushed his hand away and sat down, deciding to ignore him and instead pray for the operation’s success.

Part 5 coming soon

[tedwardremus]

2024 Year In Review

This year I came back to fandom with a vengence I never knew was possible.

I published 336,619 words to AO3 in 2024 (This doesn't count my tumblr only fics/drabbles which is crazy to think about. )

I made Harry Potter Social Media AUs and moodboards

Had some fun with House Elf Hotties, ToadButter, and the @nenaandmeldetectiveagency

But most importantly this year has brought me new friends. I would tag you all and thank you for a wonderful year but I would be too embarssed and ashamed if I missed anyone. Please know that I love all of you and thank you for making this year fun.

In 2025 I look forward to finishing the Remadora Lighthouse AU, starting the sequel to Rage Against the Dying of the Light and continue my First War one shot series about the members of the Order of the Pheonix.

My 2024 fan fic review below the cut:

Rage Against The Dying Of The Light - In a universe where James and Lily Potter survive Voldemort’s attack on Halloween night. Most of wizarding society is enjoying newfound peace after a decade of war, except the young heroes who fought the war learn you can never really go back to the way things were before

Padfoot in Privet Drive - Sirius Black follows Harry to Privet Drive after the Triwizard Tournament.

Querencia - The time Lily, James, and Harry spent as a family in their little house in the West Country was far too brief, but it was overfilled with love, laughter, and, above all, life.

30 Times James Potter Thought He Was Going To Die and 1 Time He Did  - 31 microfics for Jilytober

It’s here. Now’s the time. I tell myself I’ll be fine -

It was a normal feeling to be nervous, a rite of passage for any mother or father. After all, eleven years old wasn’t that mature—children at that age were still so small, so dependent on their parents for guidance, comfort, and care.

Hope Lupin hugs her son goodbye before he boards the Hogwarts Express.

Interesting House Guests - (Or The time Sirius invited the lads to spend the week at Grimmauld Place)

Tipping The Scales - James helps Lily get back something that is hers from the Slytherin dorms.

Does Permanent Mean Forever? - It is James Potter’s seventeenth birthday, and to commemorate the occasion, he proposes to the gang that they go out and get tattooed.

Your Friend, James - It is the summer before their 7th year, and Lily and James spend the entire holiday writing letters to each other as their relationship slowly changes from friends to something more.

Rumor Has It  - Severus doesn’t believe the rumors that Lily finally agreed to go out with James Potter.

A Happy Thought - The 7th-year Defense Against the Dark Arts Class learns the Patronus Charm. James is shocked to learn what Lily’s Patronus is.

Awful Euphemisms- Lily and James exchange laughs while discovering a new level of intimacy.

An Academic Study of Dungeon Dwellers - It was common knowledge that when the weather turned warm, students were impossible to teach and used their precious free time to soak up the sun and enjoy the outdoors. Unless of course, you were the Girlfriendus Potterus, also known by her common name, Lily Evans, who—despite the migration of most students to the sun-drenched grounds—had yet to leave the castle’s confines.

The Office Party - Petunia hoped that staying in London for Christmas would make her seem important. She imagined her parents would talk about her endlessly, telling Lily all about her new, sophisticated life in the city. How big and important she’d become. She didn't imagine that she'd meet the love of her life while at the office Christmas party.

Three Lemons and a Dragon - Once upon a time there lived a Prince named James who had to save his father’s Kingdom by getting married. One day an older woman gifts him three lemons that will lead him to his true love.

Erasmus Lovegoods’s Guide to Brewing Love Potions -At the start of every school year, the Ministry of Magic distributed leaflets to all students taking potions classes regarding the regulations and legality of highly controlled potions.

I’ll Meet You After Dark - An Alternate Universe where the Statute of Secrecy hasn’t been enacted yet. Tensions between the magical and non-magical communities are high.

My dog said I can’t go out with you��- Lily had been waiting patiently for James to ask her out for the first Hogsmeade weekend of the term. Sirius insists she turn James down so Sirius can hang out with her instead. (it’s all part of Sirius’ greater matchmaking plan)

Tranquil Solitude (Until You Came Along)- All Lily wanted to do was take a nice, quiet swim on a hot day. And then James Potter showed up. And Lily had already removed her clothes for the private swim.

Midnight Train To London - An escaped yeti causes a magical snow storm that leaves the Hogwarts Express stranded without any power. Head students Lily and James take charge and bring a little holiday cheer to the students trapped on the train.

Summer Fling Don’t Mean A Thing - Lily and James meet at a potions camp over the summer and have a fling. James promises to write to her when the summer is over, but he never does. Then Hogwarts hosts an academic competition inviting all the top students from around the country to attend, including students from Cockersand Coven Academy, the school that Lily happens to attend.

This Town Is Fake But You’re The Real Thing - Teen radio star Lily Evans works for a show on the wizarding wireless network called, The Marauders. The teen soap drama stars James Potter as an arrogant school jock and centers on the secret adventures of his friends in the forbidden forest as illegal animagus and a werewolf. The show’s antagonist, played by Severus Snape, left after a scandal, and now Lily has a romantic storyline with James in the final season of the show. Basically, her life is a disaster.

Field Study - Lily and James get left behind on a deserted island after A Care of Magical Creatures field trip.

These things that are pleasin’ you can hurt you somehow  - Lily is stuck in potions for a classroom disturbance she didn’t cause.

In walks James Potter who she had been avoiding all week.

White Winter Hymnals - Holiday themed jily snippets from age eleven to adulthood

Cuckoo (or the unwanted interloper baby in the nest)  - Sirius rescues Regulus from the cave and drops him off at the Potters house so he can clean up his brother’s mess. Regulus has an awful time…. until he doesn’t.

Katabasis- Snape gets hurt when he goes into the Shrieking Shack on the full moon. It is time for Remus to face the consequences.

Citius, Altius, Fortius – Communiter - Sirius is an Olympic athlete competing in the wizard pentathlon, James is a quidditch player, and Lily is a sports reporter. The three of them meet at the Olympic Village. And well, you know what happens at the Olympic Village…

Finding Your Magical Roots  - The Black Family welcomes the reality show Finding Your Magical Roots into their home to film a special episode.

101 Padfoots - An accident in potions class results in 101 Padfoots running around Hogwarts while Lily and James work together to round them all up

She Faced Danger, But Never Feared It  - Dorcas Meadowes is a healer at St. Mungo’s who specializes in emergency healing. A grandmother in her 60s who believes in caring for all members of the magical community. She is recruited by Albus Dumbledore to join the Order after she publishes and article in the Daily Prophet arguing that the rise of dark magic is a public health crisis.

When Death Would Not Come - Moody and the others will be here soon. Just endure for one more minute. Thirty more seconds. Five more seconds. As long as Neville was okay, she could endure anything.

Goodbyes and Surprise Greetings - Ginny’s brothers have abandoned her at the Burrow while they go to school or leave the country. But then she gets a surprise visitor.

The Past is a Bucket of Ash - Over burnt photographs, Harry had a late-night chat with Sirius about his family history.

Our Troubles Are Miles Away - “Would you like to unwrap your present?” she whispered into his ear, her voice low and teasing, yet so tender it made him ache.

He hesitated. He shouldn’t. He knew better.

(Remus and Tonks have a small Christmas celebration while everyone else is asleep at Grimmauld Place.)

To Guinevere - The New Year's Eve party at Grimmauld Place was a complete bore. But then Ginny walked into the room with a basket of homemade cards.

The Parting Glass - The last full moon, Moony and Padfoot spend together.

Retrouvaille (or the happiness of meeting someone you love after a long time)- The times Sirius and Harry reunited and the times they were forced to say goodbye.

Attinge - Harry shaves his head after the battle. Only Ginny understands why.

Secret Garden - Neville plants Hannah a secret garden on the roof of the Leaky Cauldron. She wants to show him how grateful she is for the gift.

Burnt Cookies - Hannah keeps burning cookies as she gets ready for the Leaky Cauldron’s Halloween party.

Luckily, Neville is there to comfort her.

Tinsel In Her Hair - Neville helps Hannah decorate the Leaky Cauldron for Christmas. He notices something shiny in her hair.

1994 Quidditch World Cup  - Harry wants only one thing for his fourteenth birthday: tickets to see the final match of the Quidditch World Cup. Well, two things if you count his sudden desire to kiss Ginny Weasley.

A Time To Mourn - Sirius Black, recently declared innocent by the Ministry of Magic, visits his godson on Halloween.

Feels Like Home To Me - Snippets inside the Potter family home

Werewolf Registration Act of 1947 - A history of magic essay helps Teddy understand his deceased father a littler bit better.

Tethered - Teddy and Vic discover the isolated and deserted Hogwarts boathouse to be the perfect place to be alone together.

It’s All About The Timing - James Sirius Potter has wanted to ask Ellie Longbottom out since he was twelve years old. Unfortunately, he can never get the timing right.

Know Your Roots- Albus Potter is unsure if helping Uncle Neville repot moonwort plants is part of detention or a lame attempt at godfather and godson bonding. It might be both.

Acting Professional - Teddy wants to see Victoire’s new office while at a work event.

Ginny’s Very Serious Investigation - When Luna casually mentions in the postscript of her latest letter that she got married, Ginny is not having it. Who the hell is Rolf Scamander, and why is Luna marrying him without any prior warning?

Snuffles & Son - Sirius raises Harry and opens a shop that specializes in repairing cursed artifacts and places protection wards on family heirlooms. One day, an Unspeakable from the Department of Mysteries walks in with a cursed artifact from his cousin’s confiscated Gringotts vault, requesting Sirius’s assistance.

Be Not Afraid Of Greatness - A collection of Frank Longbottom stories

Without A Trace - Babies don’t just disappear without a trace

The Lighthouse - There is an old fishing town off the jagged rocky coast covered in permanent fog and a broken lighthouse that is no longer able to bring ships safely to shore. Tonks travels to the forgotten place to record an episode of her popular podcast. Imagine Tonks' surprise when she arrives at the abandoned lighthouse and comes face to face with its kind yet lonely keeper—Remus.

[syndrossi]

In the AU where Rhaella and Dany get Summerhalled instead of Jon and Rhaegar, I'm curious about how their relationship with Daemon would be different then that of Daemon and the boys. So much of what he's doing to try and bone with them is inspired by his own childhood and/or stories about Aemon and Baelon, that I think he'd be a little bit lost if he had daughters instead of sons. Most likely he would ask Rhaenyra or Rhaenys for help, and while Rhaenys would probably be too busy and/or a bit cold towards him, I think Rhaenyra would jump at the chance to spend time with them. She's always wanted a daughter, and now Daemon has two! And they need a mother! (It would also give Daemon and Rhaenyra an excuse to spend more time together, which I think they'd both enjoy a little too much.) OTOH this could definitely be used as a way for Otto to try and get information on Daemon by having Alicent get close to the girls. I could honestly see it becoming another point of contention between her and Rhaenyra. Poor Rhaella and Dany are gonna have the two most powerful women in the court fighting over them! For their own personal preferences, Dany would definitely adore Rhaenyra, since she'd be able to relate to her struggles as a women whose inheritance is constantly being threatened, but it's possible that Rhaella might end up favoring Alicent, since their situations are somewhat similar. I could see her growing somewhat disenchanted with Alicent once she sees her interact with Rhaenyra and the Velaryon boys, especially if she realizes that Alicent is spreading rumors about their bastardy. (Aerys attempted to spread the rumor that Rhaella was cheating on him, and that some of their dead babies actually bastards, so seeing Alicent do something similar make her upset)

Also if you make this an official AU, maybe it could be called Reverie? If doesn't technically connect, but I think it works since Dany it's a canonical dragondreamer and, although her personality isn't really talked about, Rhaella always seemed like the quiet/daydreamy type to me. (Or she would have been if it weren't for Aerys.) Also it's a pretty word and I think Dany and Rhaella would both appreciate it :)

Yeah, I agree that Daemon would be far more out of his depth dealing with twin daughters on his own. In canon, he had Laena to help with Baela and Rhaena, and married Rhaenyra not long after. Society is such that Daemon just...won't make that Aemon+Baelon connection.

So I think you're right that he'd either seek help quickly or be much more open to marrying Laena so that he has someone to turn to on "feminine" matters. (Laena would be an awesome mom to twin girls, and it's a crime that she didn't get to see her own twins grow up. 100% enabler of all mischiefs and adventures.)

I still maintain that the Dany-Rhaenys similarities are strong, so Aunt Rhaenys would very much love her step-granddaughter, and definitely Dany would have a lot of empathy for Rhaenyra's struggles.

I don't know how much of a parallel Rhaella would see in Alicent, who by all accounts sought the marriage to Viserys, presumably out of ambition, vs Rhaella being forced into it for prophecy's sake. I could see her having an interesting relationship with Viserys, who would remind her a lot of her original father Jaehaerys (this comes up in the Rhaella AU bits I've written). On the one hand, she loved her father, but she definitely hated that he forced her into marrying Aerys.

I could almost see Rhaella really forming a close bond with Daemon, appreciating a father who fights for her wants/needs, whereas Dany has to grapple with her childhood desire for, well, a childhood with her family vs Daemon's overprotectiveness / tendency toward being almost stifling. Like Jon, she was highly independent before--a queen, in fact! I don't think it's easy to go back to being dependent and viewed as a future queen consort (at most). I think she'll have ambitions of her own.

Definitely we'll see some of the same dynamics with the Greens here as in Reversal, though, where marriage to neutralize Daemon + the twins' dragons is highly desirable to Otto, who will be scheming to win the girls over for matches to his grandsons. (And Runestone is still in play.)

Reverie is a nice name! I do try not to name any AUs I don't intend to write, and I'm not planning to pick this one up anytime soon, but if I ever do, I'd probably go with that. (There are...a lot in play right now. 😅)

[lost-in-fandoms]

Winter Warmers Day 8: Holiday baking. Maxiel. About 1.1k words.

When Max asks Daniel if he wants to go with him to walk his mother's dogs, Daniel refuses. He is curled up in an armchair, a blanket in his lap, chatting with Victoria, and he's way too comfortable and warm to think about going out in the cold.

It's not snowing, not really, but the ground is frozen, and there's a humid chill in the air that digs its cold fingers into Daniel's bones as soon as he dares stepping foot outside.

Max just shrugs, not pushing for it, bends down to kiss Daniel and goes to put on his shoes. Daniel does his very best to ignore Victoria's teasing smile and his own pink cheeks.

It's not that Max is not affectionate, or that he doesn't love kissing Daniel at any given opportunity, it's just that usually they can't do it in public. Even if Max wasn't such a private person, they wouldn't want to deal with the shit storm it would cause to be papped kissing, and even when they are in friends' company they keep it very PG, brushing hands and bumping hips.

But it's clear that Max feels safe here, comfortable and happy in a way Daniel rarely sees him outside of their own home, so he apparently has no problem with PDA in front of his mother.

Daniel loves it for him, really, he would love Max to always be this open, but he also wants to disappear under the blanket when both women look at him with matching grins and he has to try really hard to pretend nothing has just happened.

He slightly regrets not accepting Max's invite when a few minutes later Sophie gets up, looking at the clock on the wall.

"I will go make cookies, for when the boys wake up," she says, her accent curling around the words. Then she points at Daniel, "you will come help me?"

And what can Daniel do, if not get up too?

He doesn't want to offend her, or to get on her bad side, if Sophie even has a bad side, especially not when it's the first time they spend Christmas together, so he follows her to the kitchen, dutifully washing his hands.

"I am not much of a baker," he warns her, accepting the light blue apron she hands him, hoping Max's walk will be long enough to allow him to take it off before he's back.

"Just sit, do what I say," Sophie says, shrugging in a very similar motion to her son, before starting to take out ingredients.

Daniel gets tasked with whisking the butter and sugar, as Sophie melts butter and chocolate on the stove. It's peaceful, despite it being an arm workout, and it reminds him a little of helping his own mom when he was little, sneaking bites of whatever she was cooking when she pretended to look the other way.

"He's a sweet boy."

Daniel jumps a little in surprise at Sophie's voice, turning his head to look at her, still fully focused on the chocolate.

"He is," he says carefully, not really knowing where she is going with it.

"Keep whisking," she reminds him, pointing him back to his task. "He loves you very much."

Daniel wonders if this is what Dutch shovel talk feels like. And also wonders why it wouldn't have come a couple years ago, when Max had told her about their relationship.

"I love him too," he replies, still confused but truthful.

Sophie leaves the chocolate to hand Daniel two eggs.

"Those go in," she tells him, grabbing a second bowl to start weighting the dry ingredients.

Daniel luckily doesn't get any shell in, gives himself a second to feel very proud about it, and then goes back to whisking.

"Do you want to marry him?"

Daniel chokes on his spit. He looks up sharply to find Sophie hiding a smile behind her hand, and to hear Victoria giggle in the other room, clearly listening in.

"I..we...yes? We haven't really talked about it," he stammers.

It's not lack of commitment. Daniel knows Max is it for him, he knows he wants to spend the rest of his life with him, but marriage? A wedding seems very complicated to plan, and very tiring to go through with, and he's pretty sure both their families would kill them if they eloped.

"You should," Sophie tells him, taking the now melted chocolate off the stove, drying the condensation at the bottom of the bowl with a tea towel.

"He is..." she pauses, methodically sifting the flour. "complicated. About marriage. He thinks he ruined mine."

Daniel nods, looking down at the light yellow contents of his own bowl.

"It is of course nonsense, Jos and I broke it ourselves, but he is very stubborn."

"He got that from you, mama," Victoria says, sliding into the kitchen and sitting down on one of the free chairs, apparently done with pretending she's not listening in.

Sophie smiles at her, unapologetic.

"He loved my wedding," Victoria adds, turning towards Daniel, "and he loves love. He's a romantic, deep down. But he worries."

"I don't need to marry him to never leave him," Daniel says, a bit defensive.

Both women smile at him, Victoria bright and knowing, like he just won something, and Sophie soft and sweet, reaching out to gently pat Daniel's hand.

"You should tell him that," Victoria tells him, making Daniel frown. He's pretty sure Max knows how much Daniel loves him, how much he wants their futures to be together.

"He worries," Sophie says, echoing Victoria's words. "He worries that marriage will ruin you, and that not being married will also do it."

"He's very stupid."

Daniel snorts at Victoria's words, and Sophie frowns at them both, shaking her head. Then she takes Daniel's bowl and starts slowly combining the ingredients.

"He is a very smart boy," she defends, folding the chocolate in, "but he can be very stupid."

Daniel laughs again, and this time Victoria joins him, leaning forward on the table, body folding with it just like Max's.

"I'll tell him," Daniel promises once he's serious again, feeling like he has just done something very right when Sophie just nods at him, offering him a ice cream scoop.

"Do the cookies, I will do the dishes," she tells him.

Victoria steals the bowl where the melted chocolate had been, earning herself another eye roll from Sophie, and Daniel dutifully starts scooping the batter into neat little rows on the baking sheet.

When Max comes home, cheeks red from the cold, Victoria is upstairs, waking the boys from their nap, the house smells like chocolate, and Daniel is waiting for him in the kitchen, ready to be teased about the apron he's still wearing.

[jugsonmydick]

I don't believe that this is a kink, dude...maybe you're just a run of the mill, creepy male rapist. The loser bi chicks in your inbox believe that this is a kink, but I doubt any normal person would. I think you really ARE a dangerous male. This is reality. This is who you are. Your masturbatory fantasies confirm you to be inhuman, because all rape lovers surrender their humanity via their arousal towards stripping someone else of their body and their own right to it. Those who claim that their violent rape fantasies are simply fantasies are trying to preserve their own sanity and supposed innocence. I don't feel sympathy for you, but in that same vein, i couldn't possibly imagine what would drive someone to these fetishes and ways of thinking. Similar blogs focused on raping lesbian women also vex me, but at the same time, don't as much as yours does. The way you type is very distinct, and in a way, it sounds like you are trying to sound "dumb." Is this also a part of your fetish? Sounding like a "dumb woman" while talking about raping trans men and lesbians? Perverted trans women are the same as every other man; fathers, brothers, uncles, male friends, strangers, because they are all cabable of fetishizing rape and women's suffering. They "live" as one, but they cannot see that they are real. You want jugs on your dick, but are unable to humanize the women that you stroke your dick to. You don't see yourself as having sex with another humam being. I would not even be generous enough to say that you objectify women with what you post. You talk about women like weird animals. How does someone live this way without becoming a suicide statistic? Do you think if your mother had a glimpse into the future of her son that she would not have taken a knife to her own stomach and torn you out of her body? Have you considered that your mother, as a woman, has always been and always will be terrified of men like you? That all women are? Do you think she would have wailed in horror at the nauseating thing her son would become? It is not my intent to try and change you because I feel as though that is not my responsibility, nor is it possible, I just need to know if you are self-aware or not. You sound like an insane perverted man, and if you're not on the sex offender registry now, you will be. I understand if this ask is embarrassing, but most people would agree that you belong in a padded room. Apologies for any typos I may have made, and though this might come off as aggressive, it comes from a place of genuine curiosity, fear, a bit of disgust, frustration, but not genuine malice/ill intent. Please post this and respond! That is all I ask.

hi, uh, wow. i didnt see this till now. normally i would type out a big, thoughtful response full of lots of synapse-frying pornlingo but in this case i think it would be more frustrating for you if i kept it short and sweet and just straight up told you "hi! this made my dick hard. you should dm me so that i can turn my brain off and jerk off to your pretty face while you keep yapping off words that go in through one ear and out the other. 😇"

[st4rgirllv]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐭. 𝐊𝐞𝐢 𝐓𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚

The story we won't tell is my greatest fantasy The passion I won't feel again isn't lost on me The son you never wanted, is the wound your father left And the mother I won't be is probably for the best

Synopsis: Breaking up with your ex, Kei Tsukishima, was the hardest thing you've ever done. You moved out, cleared your stuff, and forgot about his face. Two years after your breakup, you see him at a local cafe, wide-eyed. What-ifs and what-could've-beens now running through your mind.

cw: angst, not proofread, I didn't know what to do with the ending sorry

"Well, maybe we should just break up.." Your tear-filled eyes look up at your boyfriend, but that isn't your boyfriend at all..

He's changed; you couldn't see the boy you loved in him. He changed so much after getting into college. You watched him change, and you watched his love for you fade every day you were with him.

"Wh- what..?" You watched his face crinkle in confusion and in anger. "Wh- why would you say that...?" You could see his golden-brown eyes well up in tears, still confused.

"It's just- every day there's something to fight about-" you tried to explain to him.

"then don't make up something to fight about," the blonde said firmly, his knuckles going white from squeezing it into a ball too much. He knows he shouldn't have said that, he knows he's above saying that. So why did he? Why did you, Kei?

"What the fuck did you just say?" You looked at the boy in disbelief.

What happened to Kei, my Kei? Who was this asshole you're looking at right now.

Maybe now you understand that the asshole Kei you talked to that day was still your Kei, you just weren't an exception to his arrogance anymore.

Now you understood when everyone said when they said your boyfriend was an arrogant asshole.

Tears fell down your shared apartment floor, his head turned to the side from a hard slap on the face you delivered.

You couldn't take it anymore, why was he treating you like this? In your 4 years of relationship he's never been this hard to understand, so why were all his lines blurring?

"I don't know who you are anymore, you're not the same person I loved," that was all it took for everything to hit him.

Tears slide along his face, as he watched you pack your clothes and a few essentials. You're leaving.

He needs to do something.

He knows he needs to do something or everything ends right then and there.

Why aren't you doing anything Kei?

Why didn't you do anything..?

"One day, I'll buy you a ring, a big one. Then we'll raise our daughter right here, in this apartment—our apartment," Kei kissed your forehead, staring at the ceiling with you in his arms, giggling.

The laugh he lived for was yours; he'd do anything to hear it over and over again. "A girl? Why not a boy? Don't you want a mini you?" You played with his fingers, intertwining them with yours.

"I mean- sure I want a mini-me but I wouldn't know what to do..." You could feel his grin falling into a thin line,

"Right, sorry. You know what, we'll get a dog first—it's gonna be a golden retriever because that's my favorite kind of dog," You sat up, cupping his face and squeezing it.

"Okay, we'll get it! Now let me go," His muffled voice rings out through the room, from all the pinching you did on his face. "Just so you know, I prefer Siberian huskies." The blonde pulled you in, pecking your lips.

"I'm sorry, Kei. I have to go..." Your soon-to-be ex-boyfriend was now sitting on the couch, unable to move. No matter how much he tried to stop you, his body would turn weak and fragile—one more move and he'd break like the glass he sometimes threw when he was frustrated.

No matter, you still calmed him down after having a tantrum, kissing him on the forehead, hugging him on the floor, and understanding him. All that is gonna be gone soon if he doesn't break.

"'S not what I wanted, but what we need." You held his face tears streaming on both your eyes. "I need you to understand me this time, please..." You kissed the boy on the forehead, hugging him for the last time. "I hope you shortly find what you long for."

As you let go of him, you felt his hand holding yours before you could ever truly leave him. "Please, don't go. I need you..."

You thought you were selfish enough to stay and fix things for your benefit and happiness—but you weren't. You sprinted out the door sobbing and sniffling. Would you be truly happy if you stayed? Would he fix his problems or force you to tolerate them until you're too drained to leave.

Would he have fulfilled all his broken promises?

The apartment we won't share, I wonder what sad wife lives there. The dog we won't have is the one I would not choose, the daughter we won't raise still waits for you. The mother I won't be is probably for the best.

"...Kei?" Your hand shot up to your mouth covering it from saying things a little too loud than they were supposed to be.

Hearing his name, his head turned to the left to see you—the loss of his life, everything he had two years ago.

You looked completely different from the last time he saw you. Your hair has been cut short, you wore more makeup than before, and your style was different too. "(your name)"

After a while, you invited him to sit down and have a chat. "So, uhm.. how's life? Do you have a girlfriend? I'm sure she's beautiful and sweet," you chuckled, looking down at your drink.

"Actually, yeah I do. We actually met when I was looking for someone to rent the other room since I couldn't afford the apartment alone," he smiled softly at you.

Why was that so heavy on your heart..? Didn't you move on? "Oh... you didn't move out?"

"Uhm... no, I couldn't," He cleared his throat. "So how's your life?" the blonde quickly changed the topic.

"Good, I got a great internship at a famous fashion designer and I got a dog." You smiled at him. No wonder you looked so different.

The boy couldn't help but look under the table when he felt a dog sniffing him and trying to get his attention. "That's Lucky, he's a Siberian husky..." your voice started to trail when he looked at you with furrowed eyebrows. "I got him after we broke up, I just wanted something to hold on to. Then I saw him and it reminded me of you and how you wanted one so I adopted him. I know i-it's pathetic but that was like two-"

"Kei!" you heard a woman call out your ex's name. "Hey, sorry I was late, Lucy still doesn't like going out with me, even after two years- Oh, who's she?" The woman looked at you then back at the boy.

You looked so much alike, except she had long hair just like you did before and she wore minimal makeup as she could.

"She's an old friend, come sit." Kei moved to the side letting her sit down beside him.

"Hi, I'm Naomi, Kei's girlfriend," she smiled at me raising her hand to shake.

"(your name), nice to meet you," You shook her hand. You don't think she knows at all who you are. That's okay tho, the story you won't tell is your greatest fantasy.

"Oh, this is Lucy! She's Kei's golden retriever. We wanted her to come with us when we celebrated our 2nd anniversary." the brunette smiled at you.

2nd? That doesn't add up. Your breakup anniversary with Kei was 2 weeks ago. Did it only take him two weeks to move on?

"Two years?" you could hear your voice crack. Why are you hurting? It's been two years, let it go. "I see, congratulations," you said, feeling the sting of air on your watery eyes. "I'm sorry, I have to go.."

"(your name), wait-" the blonde stood up following you. "Let me explain!" your ex tried to run after you.

"To tell me what? That it was that easy to throw away everything we had? I mean, I don't even know why I'm upset because this was two years ago and I already moved on but when I noticed the time difference, I just started asking questions that I don't even wanna know the answers to."

"It was supposed to be temporary but then she was- she was doing things—things that only you would do that I know of. Then I just saw you in her and I- I couldn't bring myself to break up with her anymore. I know it's wrong but I missed you so much and I saw our future in her."

You sighed in disbelief. As you were about to talk, you saw his girlfriend a few steps behind him and you were pretty sure she heard all of that. "Look, I don't know what kind of sick game you're playing her in, Kei but never fucking use me as a poor excuse for your stupidity. I'm sorry, but maybe I was right, you weren't the person I fell in love with six years ago."

You watched his girlfriend slowly retreat back to her seat inside the cafe, the blonde still unaware of what she heard. You left there going straight into your apartment, slamming the doors and everything you could out of anger.

You sat on the couch angrily. How could he do that to someone? You looked around the room as your dog climbed up the couch, sitting next to you with his head on your lap. "You act just like him when I'm upset..."

Your dog let out a whimper in response. "Do you think I should've stayed with him, huh buddy?" you petted your dog's head.

He licked your hand then proceeded to sit up and lick your whole face too. "Okay! Okay! Besides, if I didn't leave him, you wouldn't be here. So, I guess I only regret that decision very little." you laughed at your dog.

"Maybe in another life, Kei."

ᯓ★ So, uhm Mlist is broken but here's the link anyway | Masterlist

[ladylokianna]

The price we pay for love

Valentina's thoughts: this because i'm currently rewatching HotD in my spare moments and because i know Alicent cares for her kids and above all i would have loved to see that poor soul consoled in that scene. I would have loved to see Aegon and Helaena consoling each others but… let's not talk about this.

Warnings: Angst, S2E2 after Jaehaerys' death, but it's just mentioned, so no other warning applied.

Words count: 222

Being a mother is not an easy task itself, let alone being a mother when you are still in need of your own. Alicent stay still for an infinite moment, uncertain: she lost her own when she was so young she could barely remember her, so if she cannot rely on something she has never experienced, on a mother figure she has never been able to know and feel, how can she, in turn, be one? "I'm sorry." she whispers. What can she do to ease such great pain? What can she do to console her boy after what happened to Jaehaerys? "I'm sorry." she repeats. But, to whom, to her son or to herself? Tears she did not even know she could still cry begin to streak her cheeks in the very moment Aegon seeks comfort in her motherly arms. His tormentate sobs and moans reverberate in her chest while his hands clings to her like a castaway seeking for safety after a shipwreck. "Mummy..." She return the embrace with all the strength she had, resting his head against her chest as she did with Aemond at Driftmark years before and as she would do with Helaena, if only she allows her. I'm sorry, it's the only thing she can think, while Aegon's tears tore apart another piece of her heart.

[spac3d0lls]

my penny lamb headcanons from post-rtc because i wanted to write a fic but have no time or motivation:

-penny took shifts at the blackwood cafe as well as many different odd jobs around town so that her and ezra would be able to leave uranium after she graduates. being her senior year, penny knew that she couldn’t live with the foster family for much longer, but simultaneously wanted to give ezra a sense of permanence and stability. while she worked at the cafe, the blackwood family would always send her home with a big bag of leftover sweets, knowing that her and ezra only got the bare minimum at their foster home. every so often, penny would find evidence of constance’s history there, whether it be photos on the mantle or experimental recipes taped to the back of cupboards in handwriting that obviously wasn’t mr. or mrs. blackwood’s, decked out in stickers of rainbows and unicorns.

-penny ended up growing close to ricky’s family. i headcanon that ricky was going to ask penny out after the cyclone (despite not knowing her name, in true ricky fashion,) but for obvious reasons never gave it to her. after he died, they found the note in ricky’s pocket and his parents gave it to penny, and told her she was welcome at their home if she ever needed anything. being a lonely girl and an animal lover, she would come over and feed the cats after school and his parents, who broke their vow of silence after ricky passed, would tell her stories about who their son was in life. they laughed through explanations of zolar, and penny didn’t have the heart to tell them they weren’t telling her anything she didn’t already know, but they showed her all the art that he made as a budding comic book illustrator. they taught her how to draw, and although her drawings of animals weren’t as….freaky as ricky’s (😭) it turned into a lifelong hobby for her.

-when penny was well enough to come back to school again, she would help organize a fundraiser that they hoped to turn into a tradition—founding a scholarship in ocean’s name. what this fundraiser was changed every year after penny graduated, but her first year it was rather small—a bake sale, with sweets donated by the blackwoods (eventually, a small portion of all purchases made at the blackwood cafe would go to the scholarship fund.) ocean’s final act of charity was bringing back penny, and she wanted to pay it forward in a way that ocean would have wanted. i personally headcanon that ocean wasn’t intentionally a bad person in life, but a product of neglect, desperate for attention, and misguided. she didn’t express it in her words, but she was always looking to help the community in whatever way she could.

-penny was the one who reached out to talya after misha had passed. remembering from purgatory that misha didn’t communicate with his adoptive parents and knowing that the relationship he had with his gang in uranium was superficial at best, she found talya through the comments under an old badegg video and broke the news to her. talya asked penny if they could call, as she needed someone to process her emotions to and nobody in her life thought misha was real either, and scoffed at the fact that she talked to her boyfriend online. penny reassured her that even though she couldn’t tell talya exactly how she knew it, talya was the person that misha was thinking about as he was dying and that he loved her very, very much, and wished desperately that he could have said goodbye to her. talya was inconsolable after that, but she stayed in touch with penny for years after the accident and the two became very close friends.

-noel’s mother was penny’s nurse at the hospital (cr for the idea goes to “are we ever going back” on ao3 by lynncanigula.) ms. gruber was the one who ended up suing the fair, and penny ended up testifying to the negligence of the fair for her. she ended up giving penny the money that noel was going to use to move to france as compensation. penny ended up donating the money to a queer helpline.

[starry-bi-sky]

my martha knight au in a nutshell:

Danny/Martha: see up here?

Danny/Martha: *taps skull*

Danny/Martha: intense psychological damage

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Danny/Martha: *upon finding out she's pregnant*

Danny/Martha: oh my god i cant be a mom, I'm fifteen and homeless--

Danny/Martha: im going to be a terrible mother--

Danny/Martha: i live in a cAR--

Danny/Martha: what if the baby inherits my powers? Oh no--

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Danny/Martha post giving birth: i've only had Bruce for a minute and a half but if anything were to happen to him i won't even need to fuse with Vlad, I'm razing this goddamn planet to the ground myself

Danny, to Baby Bruce: you are the last remaining thread of my sanity. I'm going to give you the world :)

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Danny/Martha prior to getting pregnant: Fuck it, if everything in my life has led to this moment, i'm allowed to make one stupid decision. I'm getting drunk and getting laid

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Danny/Martha while Bruce was a toddler: i swear to fucking god i am going to kill the next person who talks to me--

Bruce: hi mommy!! i brought you something!!!

Danny/Martha, immediately flipping on a dime: hi baby!! what do you have?

Bruce, a weird child like his mother: a spider :)

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Danny/Martha, talking to Falcone after he made an unsavory comment at her and Bruce: If you ever come near me or my son again, I will dig up your shithead father's corpse and make you eat his skin.

Danny/Martha: do you understand me

Falcone:... crystal, ma'am

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Danny/Martha new in Gotham: *getting mugged*

Danny/Martha: *grabs man's arm*

Danny/Martha: I AM GOING TO BREAK YOU IN HALF LIKE A TWIG, FUCK BOY, DO YOU HEAR THE WORDS COMING OUT OF MY MOUTH--

(she then proceeds to terrorize Gotham's night life for the next extended period of time, mostly unintentionally)

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Danny/Martha: Danny Fenton?? No. you must be mistaken, my name is Martha Knight.

Danny/Martha: this here is my littlest knight, Bruce.

Danny/Martha: I made him all by myself :]

[floweyheadcanons]

randomly hits you with the flowey brainblast

Ok ok hear me out but!!! I think Flowey eventually becomes comfortable living with Toriel at first he just kinda. Sneaks around like a little creep... You know how stray cats will occasionally just hang out for a bit before leaving? I think that's what Flowey did, like he'd just watch Toriel while in little hiding spots because he hadn't really decided by that point if he was ready to go back to being a son along with the anxieties that she wouldn't think he's good enough the way he is and that she'd want Asriel and not him :Ccc... I think he'd occasionally get Toriel a glass of water and tuck her into bed when it gets late or she seems to be relapsing... He'd probably get a little frustrated with her and give her notes sometimes that lightly scold her with like a glass of water/little snack next to it...

At some point I think Toriel would catch the little home intruder and attempt to repay him by letting him stay with her, making him food cause she'd assume he has nowhere to go and that's why he keeps breaking in. Not that she's necessarily wrong about that but he TECHNICALLY has Papyrus to go to. After that he more openly comes and goes and will occasionally talk to her but still be too nervous,,, they chat every now and again about things, sometimes wacky and mundane and other times kind of deep. Toriel and Flowey grow close, and she'd eventually tell him he's like a son to her and he doesn't have to leave if he doesn't want to because she's more than ok with him being there. Flowey can't take it anymore so he admits it. He used to be Asriel. The reason he's like a son to her is because he is her son. Toriel just isn't sure how to process it at first. She tries to see any hints of him messing with her but she can tell this is the most genuine he's ever been in his life. They both cry a little cry a lot,,, Toriel tells him that for so long Asriel's birthday has been the hardest for her. She remembered it after all this time and marked it on the calendar. Flowey pretends to not know already because he likes the smile she gets on her face when she thinks he's learning she really cares about him.

[my-thoughts-and-junk]

finally watching channel zero and i immediately have so many thoughts in the first ten minutes

[hauntingblue]

Syrax roaring when rhaenyra finds her son's remains omg......

[s0fter-sin]

sometimes i remember our official government funded anti drink driving campaign motto is “drink driving? selfish prick”