#prompt 10: I am so lucky to be able to live this life with you

[startanewdream]

Couldn't finish this in time for @hinnyfest but let's hope still counts. A sequel to #1 First I love you, for prompt #10 " I am so lucky to be able to live this life with you".

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The days of the Summer slip by quietly, each sunset moving then closer to a train ride that will drive them apart. If once Harry counted down the days to September 1st, crossing the days diligently on the calendar, now every time he looks at the date there is a twist inside him, something unpleasant like falling just as you are trying to sleep. It reminds him too much of those days a little over one year ago, when he knew he was about to break up with Ginny.

It is not the same, he tells himself more than once, and so does Ginny when a reporter loudly asks how they will deal now with the months apart. “It is a pause,” she tells him seriously, and Harry nods in agreement. If before he couldn’t see the future, now he can picture it, a dozen scenarios that are bright and colourful. Hopeful.

It is a pause, not an ending.

Harry has learned long ago that dreading something doesn’t make it easier nor slows down time; so he tries not thinking about it. Ginny makes it easy for him; her kisses render time meaningless. They hold hands and walk and discuss plans for the future that edge on illusion and grandness or are boringly, amazingly real; they learn touches and how to read each other's sighs and this is even better than all those memories that Harry treasured in secluded corners of Hogwarts.

"I am so lucky to be able to live this life with you," he says honestly afterwards, as they are laying together in her bed, with Ginny’s head over his chest.

Her breath catches; Ginny raises her head to look at him, eyes sparkling.

"I love you," she whispers, and though it is not the first time she has said it, the words warm him as much as the moment they just shared.

Of course it does; they slept together because they are in love. 

Harry loves her and this time he knows what he needs to say. Love has been around in his life since forever; first his parents, then something ethereal as a magical protection. Love has saved him many times, but when Harry thinks about love as a concept, he thinks of facing death (a blazing look; the feel of her lips over his) and coming back.

"I love you too," he answers, the words leaving his lips as easily as the days of the summer slipping by and just as unstoppable. 

Ginny smiles at him, just a hint of surprise in her eyes, but there is no fanfare, no excitement as this declaration should elate, and suddenly Harry prefers it like this. It’s not explosive; it’s a statement.

"I had never told this to anyone," he admits.

"You had, Harry," she tells him, and though he doesn’t get what she is saying, he accepts her lips and there isn’t any discussion about this. 

(It will be years before he understands it. By then, it will be a summer night and Ginny will be trying to tuck little Lily for the night — tucking her is the easiest part, keeping her there is another altogether. She will make an agreement with her — one story and the lights will be off — and then Lily will ask her: “Mum? How did you know Dad loved you?”

A smile. “He told me.”

“Was it romantic? With flowers?”

A sparkling warm laugh. “No, no. Some people said it loudly, but your dad—he said he was lucky to live his life with me, but what he meant was that he loved me.”)

[itsjustaninchident]

I feel like an interesting prompt for Lando would be being with/meeting a girl he likes who isn’t an influencer or popular, just a regular girl who stays more private. (Me for example, a girl who lives in the middle of no where Texas, with a regular business office 9-5 job) lol

You Are in Love

Lando Norris x Interior Designer!Reader

socmed au

summary: seems like mclaren's driver is not available in the market anymore but the real question is, to whom?

warning/s: none

author's note: hello! I am so sorry for taking so long to respond to this request 😭 I didn't know how I would create this and I am still quite scared to take requests but here we are and I hope you enjoy it! A little warning I'm not very knowledgeable about America so I might have overlooked some things and I am sorry for that 😭 and also lmk~ I also chose interior designer as the career for the reader I hope you don't mind >< 🫶 Please request more!

Part 2

yourusername

Texas, USA

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landonorris another normal but lovely week

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landonorris golf kinda day

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user2 man really said nope not today

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to be continued...

[lemurious]

[there's a trick to it]

A fic for @lesmis-prompts. Day 10 - trick (or treat), Day 11 - red, Day 12 - ghosts. (Ahead of schedule; but it just poured out of me; and got much longer than expected).

The real trick to seeing the ghosts is that regular people need to stop seeing you first.

There are a few other tricks, known to most of us on the streets. The ghosts can't enter a house without invitation. They can only speak one night a year, between the sunset and the midnight on All Hallows Eve. And sometimes, they show up on that night wearing a bright red vest, and talk your ear off.

Here on AO3 and beyond the cut.

They say there’s a trick to seeing ghosts, but that’s always the new kids, stuffed to the brim with old tales of mirrors and keyholes and salt circles. As if we had time to throw salt around in the middle of the street, or had a steady supply of keyholes. We’re lucky to get a construction site.

If you truly want to see a ghost, those tales are about as good as the belief that only particularly creepy spots get haunted. Old mansions, churches and monasteries, and obviously, graveyards.  

I can assure you that the graveyards are as quiet as anything, and the ones with the larger crypts, especially if the locks are rusty enough, are the absolute salvation for us once the spring thunderstorms come around.

First off, nobody goes to a cemetery in a thunderstorm. Second, in those days the folk built as if they’d need their grave for a hundred generations, and most of them were your average counts and marquises, so, marble and more marble with marble on top, and all of that so well constructed that not a drop gets in.

For ghost hunting  though, you’re out of luck. You can try the bridges, some of the older bars and cafes, the shores of the river, though the ghosts can end up wading halfway through the earth over there. Looks a bit uncanny, but they are still walking along the old river, from centuries ago.

The real trick to seeing the ghosts is that regular people need to stop seeing you first.

It normally takes a few weeks until their glances start sliding off of your body. They will never look you in the face, as if eye contact would blind them, and any kind of touch, even a brush of clothes as they’re passing by, must be sheer agony based on their response.

We get all flavors of disgust; anger, occasionally, I guess, if only because it’s really easy to get angry if you know the other person won’t be able to fight back; genuine curiosity, only from very little kids before their parents snatch them away; and pity, that’s the standard, though who am I to scoff at it, money’s still money at the end of the day, and there’s not too many stores that would give away food once it reaches the expiration date anymore, they’ve all been replaced by the posh restaurants in the five years that I’ve been on the streets.  

Time to get off them, I sometimes think, I’m getting close to college. I’ve been bumming around libraries for the last year, all thanks to Red, and also to the friendly grandma at the front desk who lets me sleep on one of these comfy couches, sometimes even passes along a mug of hot chocolate. I can read anything I want, all day if I so desire, and even when she locks up there’s a spot right under the camera, where, if I make myself really small, I can remain until she turns everything off, and then, oh glory and trumpets, I can actually sleep through the night. Too bad she’s on closing duty only once every other week.  

In the meantime, I can still get some quality reading, use a computer, so I’ve been looking at some financial aid, other kinds of help for folks like myself, though I trust the helpers as far as I can throw them, and you only need to look at my wristbones sticking out to see how far that is.

I used to worry about my weight, but that was before, when I was too young for such things, but, well, one sometimes has to live all the life all at once before one is ready for it. But I digress, as one of these fancy writers would say; I’d add especially when hungry.

I’m working hard on my reading though, been trying to get into social politics, and some history too, because Red all but threw me into the history corner in here, so I figured I’d make him proud. I’m not much for protesting though, I know Red would disagree, but it just feels so intangible, somehow.

Now the human body, that’s a different matter; how it works and when it doesn’t. I’ve literally read the big medical encyclopedia cover to cover in my first month. I think if I ever get off the streets, I’d like to be a doctor. A roof over my head is all but guaranteed, and maybe, just maybe, I could build a tent clinic, of a sort, with the money from all the doctoring of the rich.

I’ll tell Red that, see what he thinks. At All Hallows Eve, which is tonight, so, lucky me, been waiting for a year for this, and I’m not going to miss my chance.

It’s really very inconvenient that while you can see the ghosts year-round, the trick is that you only get that one night to speak to them. And Red, in case it isn’t clear yet, is a ghost.

When I first saw him, he was wearing the most absurdly fancy red vest I’ve ever seen, and looked the way that would make one want to become an artist and draw nothing else ever, but I can barely scratch a stick figure in the mud, so I think I’ll follow my new plan of becoming a doctor instead. Which I still need to tell Red about.

He’d better be at that same intersection where I met him last year, when he was standing looking all confused.

Apparently he keeps waking up every few decades or so, and it takes him a while to get used to it.

He was awfully sad about what he called the future, though, and especially when he saw me doing the mime thing.

I gave him the finger. With enough tourists, and especially with them feeling especially charitable on the occasion of the day meant to honor your dead, the miming was going to feed me for a week.

Instead, I got just enough for about a day’s worth of food, sparingly, and a long lecture about poverty and equality and justice and liberty, and I didn’t even care because I was going to follow him straight into the river if he asked me to, and with the kind of faith that would’ve probably had me walking on water anyway. Red has that effect on people.

I showed him around a bit, but he knew he could only speak for so long, only between the dusk and midnight, the normal ghost rules apply to drop-dead gorgeous revolutionaries as well, and he used all of that time to talk to me, He told me to go to the library, right before it closed, and just stood there looking at me expectantly until I gathered all my courage, waltzed in and I, as if I were a normal kid from a normal family, as if I were someone visible, asked to sign up for a card. I gave the address where I first saw Red, since I don’t exactly have one of my own. Number 28, Rue de la Chanvrerie.

This is where I’m waiting for him, because, for whatever reason he hasn’t been around much in the past year. Only a few days in the beginning of the summer, then on July 14th, then I think I saw him at that last big protest, before they decided to clear all the encampments, but maybe that was just a red jacket worn by someone else, perhaps not even a ghost.

I was half-faint from the heat, and food’s been scarce, too, and I didn’t really want to just fill myself with the cheap wine either, I get those wicked headaches. I’ve read about them. Nobody knows what causes them. I bet Red would say, nobody knows yet, meaning that I could be the one to figure it out. For a ghost from the past, he’s really stubborn about the future, and how much better it would be.

So, now I think I’ll tell him, that it’ll be medicine and nothing else for me, if I ever get out of here, and will thank him for the last year.

Also, it’s my turn to help him. You see, I asked him what he was looking for, back when I saw him and before he started asking me all these questions and telling me all these things.

Usually the ghosts have some unfinished business, the problem is that that it’s often something unfinished from a hundred years ago that nobody has any idea about anymore, so, tough luck. I’m really hoping that it wouldn’t be the case for Red.

Back then, he said that he didn’t have time to answer. When I asked him to answer whom, he looked like he was going to cry, which, well, I didn’t know what to do about it (now I do, I’ve read about it in books, there’s all sorts of things you can say to comfort someone), so I quickly asked him instead what the answer was going to be. Red smiled, seeing straight through my attempt, and said that it would be useless to me, but the answer was always.

He was right, it didn’t really help, but I am nothing if not persistent – the ones who aren’t are dead by the end of the first winter under the bridge – and I will figure it out.

And it’s finally the sunset, All Hallows Eve again, my favorite day of the year – and of course all the ghosts are breaking into their chatter saying all the things they’ve been storing all year – and here’s Red, right under the streetlight!

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So here I am again, finishing the story. I figured I’d write the rest of it down too, because I never want to forget any of it. Especially not Red, because I can no longer be sure that he’ll be back next year, but it might not be exactly the worst thing either, even though I feel that my heart would break and I’m wondering if the grandma librarian would let me just cry in a quiet room somewhere, because tears are not a good sign on the streets.

So, I told Red everything in a single rush as if I were the one who hadn’t been allowed to speak for a year, and he said all these things about how important medicine was and how I should never be afraid of the future and never forget the past, and so on and so on, and I will write all of them too, on a separate page, keep it in my pocket, I think, or maybe memorize it, and keep it in my head.

And then I asked him, alright, since we know what he wants to say, does he have any idea where he wanted to go.

Imagine that, it was the same address I gave on my library card. That ancient coffeeshop, well, nowhere near the oldest in the city, but decrepit enough. So I figured, time to spend my dinner-money on a cup of coffee, because, hell, if I go to bed hungry it won’t be the first time even this week, and that was the only way I could get in.

Which was the only way I could get Red in, since, obviously, the regulars in coffeeshops don’t really see the ghosts, and the trick about the supernatural that they have to be invited into a house. Which is really almost the only superstition that is correct, but that’s a matter for another story.

So I got my fancy cappuccino, bowing halfway to the floor to invite Red in, and I thought he would shatter into pieces with the way he looked around that shop. I need to be a better writer to describe his face. It was terrified and heartbroken and hopeful all at once, and all for no more than a second, and then it was replaced with the kind of determination that if I had a tenth of it I’d be conquering the world.

Red zoned in on the stairs and was bounding up them while I was still scrambling to extricate myself from the rest of the patrons, since no matter how small, I was rather more substantial than a ghost, and by the time I reached the upper landing and the room in the attic, I could  hear Red’s voice cutting off, barely more than a sob.

“R”, he said, and I swear it sounded like he was addressing someone, “how – how long – how are you here – have you been waiting for me?”

“Well, I decided I was just going to sleep here, until you showed up. After all, you told me I could. Once,” said another voice, lower and raspier, but with the same echo you only get in ghosts. There’s another trick to noticing them, you need to listen carefully, but of course, it only works that one night in the year.

“How did you know? I had to be invited here, it’s not that easy, it’s -”

“Of course you would. Even if it took you a thousand years, you would. I know you doubted me, but I thought, when you smiled at me, that time – when I woke up, I thought that perhaps – that was more than enough to keep waiting. And it’s only been a year. And I can finally tell you things.”

I tried to become more invisible than the ghosts, not to disturb them. Red was leaning over the table, grasping the elbows of that other ghost, who was dark haired, decidedly less attractive, and dressed in an equally over-the-top green jacket. The way they looked at each other, though…. I couldn’t remember how to breathe.

“I never had a chance to respond…” Red said, and I could hear the tears in his voice.

“You didn’t need to,” the other ghost shook his head.

“I did, though. I wanted to say – always, I will always, always…”

��Permit -?”

“Want to keep holding your hand,” now both of them were crying for real, and Red grabbed the other ghost’s hand, clutching it so hard that it would probably have left bruises, if ghost bodies worked that way. “And, if you permit me –“

That was really impolite of me. But before I made myself to walk down the stairs, and got kicked out of the coffeeshop for trying to break into the attic, I spent a while just standing there, watching them kiss each other like they were going to die, like they weren’t dead already, and listening to them whisper to each other what I couldn’t quite parse out, but I got the meaning well enough.

I wonder if Red and R have decided that they were done with this future, or if they’ll be back again next year, or back in another hundred years or so. I reckon I’ll go visit the coffeeshop just in case. Also, there may be other ghosts who need help; I’m going to be kinder to them from now on, maybe we can find a way to talk to each other even without words.

Also, I eventually figured out their names, but Red is Red to me forever, and I like R better than the full version anyway.

I decided, if they could wait two hundred years, and still didn’t give up on each other, who am I to give up after barely five on the streets. I’ll be that doctor yet, you’ll see. And maybe one day I will look at someone with just as much love as two ghosts looked at each other in a coffeeshop on All Hallows Eve.

[tossawary]

Happy January, everyone!

I’m going to be keeping this icon for another month or so because I like it, but here’s a monthly/yearly update regardless.

I was away for the past week or so, not really able to do much besides post chapters from my phone (did not have access to Twitter), but I’m back now. I think I’m mostly going to spend January doing a little light housekeeping (AO3 comments, tumblr asks, overdue art etc.) while I focus on some job-related stuff for the next month or couple months. I was so busy last month that I had to stop answering a lot of AO3 comments for 41 days or so? It turns out that posting 3 multi-chapter fics in that time span left me with 1,700 AO3 comments. Definitely ending the year on a bang! Thank you!

“forgiveness for whose sake?”, “love to the ones I’ve never met”, “hey, share the weight a little”, and “Sit With Your Soul” were all gift fics for FTH 2022. I intend on continuing my Daemon AU, “Sit With Your Soul”, soon, but I’d like to reread SVSSS first because I’m feeling a little out of touch with the original material. I’ll keep people updated on my progress in regards to that. I’m also going to be writing some commentary for “love to the ones I’ve never met” probably this month. I had a lot of fun with all that prompt writing (I wrote 5 fanfiction novels this year!) and now I’m going to explore some other stuff, so I don’t think I’ll be doing FTH 2023 as a writer. There’s a Moshang Big Bang (10-30k) happening soon, however, that looks a little tempting...

Out of curiosity, how did people like the daily posting of a single arc? I think I prefer the weekly format, but this was also a lot of fun.

I’m lucky enough to be at a point in my life where I can write a lot and quite often very quickly. I’ve had a lot of practice and my living situation is good. I get a lot of fun out of it. And yet creativity can be exhausting. It’s not effortless. It can be hard and frustrating work that eats up a great deal of time and sometimes feels a little thankless. Sometimes, no matter what some people tell you about how good time management fixes everything, there is no time or energy to carve out of your life. (Don’t worry, I’m in a good spot. I just want to offer reassurance.)

After posting my AO3 stats for 2022, I want anyone feeling a little down about their creative projects to know that an inability to write or draw or whatever it is that you do is not your fault. Speaking as someone still working out what boundaries to draw when, who occasionally feels down about all the things I want to do but haven’t found the time for, if you need to draw the line and announce the need for a hiatus with no clear end in sight, it’s fine. If you need to go back on your word and ask for a pause, it’s fine. Don’t walk on strained muscles goes for creative efforts too. Sometimes, you just need to put down the project and go bake yourself the easiest cookie recipe you know, or pop out to the store and treat yourself to food that you don’t have to make yourself, or just lie down for a few hours in the middle of the afternoon on your day off and do fuck all. In my busy periods, I am not actually working every hour of the day; it’s just that instead of spending my free time writing, I am more likely to be napping on the couch. It’s good for the soul.

May you have a restful 2023. ❤

[tylerh2004]

Tyler Hannaford - Waiting in Hope - CRWT Proj

Writing Prompt: Waiting for the doors to open

Quick Description: The following is a story created for my University creative writing project that follows the story of a man and his journal entries as they are split up into 3 different moments in time. It is the same man throughout and follows his thoughts and feelings as he experiences the various things happening in his life.

June 9th, 2025

Hello. My name is Asher. Asher Moon. I am writing this as a documentation of my thoughts and what I have been through for my wife, Lara Moon, in the chance she finds this. Lara, if you are reading this that means you either found me at the library and I gave it to you, or you made it and found me dead. As of writing this, it’s been two days since it began. What everyone is calling “the beginning of the end of the world”. I don’t know what it has been like around the world, but from what I hear it's a similar story all around. Eternal Diamond, the world's biggest corporation, experimented with a new type of nuclear power that went wrong. Causing the world to be covered in this thick toxic gas, that kills anyone who inhales it for too long. Only just a minute of the stuff is enough for the strongest adult to drop dead. The only way we’ve found to survive it so far is by using gas masks with these strong filters which usually was only used within a government capacity. However, though the gas masks are strong, they only last about a week before the filters need replacing. People have already begun fighting each other for any filters that they can get their hands on. Along with food, water, any medicinal products, and any batteries or chargers of any sort. It’s been getting crazy. Barbaric even. I’ve had to fight off someone already. I’ve never done that before and it spooked me. I hope I didn’t hurt him too badly. Couldn’t really tell after I ran away. Anyways, I have just arrived at the town you told me to go to over the phone. I’ve been trying to contact you since then but I think something has happened to the satellites. A terrorist group or something took control of them. They're not letting anyone use them now unless you strike a deal with them first. So I won't be able to contact you through any cellular service or wifi. I’m glad we at least had that last call before the takeover happened. I was really worried for you when this all started to happen and you were still outside of the continent for your business trip. It was nice to know you were ok for now at least. I made it to where you wanted me to wait for you by the way. The library within the small town up in the mountains called “Hope” where we both grew up and met each other. Crazy to think that stage of our lives happened 10 years ago. Feels like this place has barely changed as I walk around. I even found the old home you used to live in. I took a photo of it with a camera I found lying around in the nearby gas station and attached it into to this journal. Maybe it’ll give you a little boost when you get here and can see it in person. For now, I’m camping out in the library as you instructed me to so it can be a safe rendezvous point for us. Can't believe that we used to work here during our later teenage years. It’s practically untouched from then. I’m not sure what else to write honestly. Things have just been crazy lately. Like the world as I knew has been completely changed. I hope things have been going better for you than they have for me. When this all began and after I had first contacted you about what was going on, I then tried to find my family to make sure they were safe. I found them all dead and looted on the side of the street where they lived. Carelessly tossed into a ditch. Turns out there was only a limited number of gas masks to go around. They weren’t lucky enough. If only I got to them sooner. Maybe they’d still be here. Anyway, I’d better get some sleep. I’ve set up a few cushions from chairs to craft a makeshift mattress and I’ve placed it next to the main door of the library. That way, when you come, I’ll be right there. I love you Lara. See you soon.

(photo of Lara's old house that Asher took)

(photo of the library as Asher arrived)

August 7th, 2025

It’s been 2 months since this all began. My life has become a systematically put-together way of living adapted for this new world of today. Every morning, I wake up and immediately turn to see if the door is opened and have so far always been disappointed with the results. I then, if it's nearing the end of the week, go to quickly change out the filter within my gas mask. We were lucky with this town you know. Turns out within the back of the Walmart that’s here, there was a huge amount of filters, gas masks and other hazmat equipment. Even found some old ridiculous training videos I’ll watch for fun sometimes. I don’t know why the people who lived here all abandoned this place before I even got here. I found some maskless bodies lying around. Maybe they just couldn’t find it. Maybe they just didn’t know what was wrong with the air until it was too late. Or maybe someone did it to them on purpose. I don’t know. Not sure if I want to know. I gave them a proper burial after that discovery anyway. Hopefully, they're in a better place than this. Anyways, after making sure my mask filter is alright for now, then I’ll grab some dehydrated fruits for breakfast from that very Walmart. I’m trying to go through those, vitamins, canned foods, and I’ve been stuffing baked goods into ziplocks and freezers to try and keep them safe for consumption for as long as possible. They may not taste good but no use complaining when I got an entire Walmart for myself. Not many people are fortunate like me to have something like that. Then finally, I’ll go on a radio I found to check to see if you have sent out a distress signal. I spend hours. Sitting there. Flipping through the channels. Every time. Nothing. It’s soul-crushing every day to turn off the radio for the night and head to bed. Some nights I won’t even go to bed. Cause what if you send a signal when I’m asleep? Then I wouldn’t be able to hear it. I just hope you're ok. It’s been 2 months since we last called and I’ve waited here for you ever since you told me to wait at this exact place for you. Honestly, your decision for our rendezvous point to be a library was a pretty smart move. I haven’t encountered any raiders yet. Cause who would think to raid a library up in a small town within the mountains? Though it has gotten pretty lonely up here. Haven’t seen a human face since I settled in this place. An alive one at least. Those eyes of the corpses I found here that I wrote about earlier. They reminded me of my family. I keep thinking about them. What they must have gone through in their last moments. Calling out to everyone as they slowly suffocated in the toxic air. Did the surrounding people try to comfort them in their final moments knowing nothing could be done? Or did they continue to walk facing away from them, pretending like their lives meant nothing to them? This question haunts me whenever I dwell on it. Instead, I’ve been listening to that song we danced to on our high school prom night. “Sunsetz” by Cigarettes After Sex. It helps remind me what I’m enduring this all for. You. I hope one day I’ll wake up and see that door open, with you standing in front of me. That’ll make it all worth it. I love you. I hope you know that Lara.

June 7th, 2045

Lara. I’m scared. It’s been 20 years. 20 fucking years. What if you’re already dead? Am I enduring this hell for nothing? Waiting for a saviour who doesn’t exist. Constantly being tormented by the memories of when everything was ok. As I am writing this, I’m now in the back of the library. There is a gun. Right next to me. I can’t tell you how many nights I’ve come home from the radio setup and stuck it into the roof of my mouth. Different factions of Raiders have begun to find this town and have started to come every couple of days or so in small groups of 2 or 3 at a time. They haven’t found the library and they never will. It’s too hidden and elevated from the rest of the town for them to discover it. Only reason someone would come here is if they already knew this place existed. But that doesn’t mean I don’t encounter them in the lower parts of town. I end up having to kill them all one by one. Using the guns and hunting knives I’ve found around town. I can’t even remember how many I’ve killed by now. Dozens? Hundreds? I do remember one thing though. They’re lifeless eyes once I’m done with them. They matched my family’s eyes that day. What have I done. what have i done. Food supplies have also been running low. I currently have only been surviving through the thousands of cans of dog food within the Walmart. However, I feel as though I am a rabid animal whenever I eat it. Not that there are any anymore. They all went extinct from the toxic air only a couple of months after this all started. I barely even remember what a dog looks like anymore The only thing that is keeping me going is the picture I have of you. Even though it has started to fade, it’s the only thing I have that gives me some semblance of the concept of peace. I don’t know what I am supposed to do anymore. Would you want me to continue trusting you? Even after all these years? That you would hold onto your promise of meeting me here? Or. Would you want me to give up. Accept the possibility that you’re dead. And finally, grant myself the swift end I’ve fantasized about all these years. I just wish I could talk to you one last time for that answer. That’s all I want. I spend almost every night staring at that main door. Not even sleeping. Just staring. Hoping. Is there a limit to hope? Have I reached mine? I’ll probably just end up staring at the door again tonight. And continue the cycle of doubt tomorrow. A part of me just won’t let me end this cycle and I don’t know why or how long it will last. All I know is that I love you. Though so much of me might have changed since the beginning of all of this I can say for certain the one thing about me that hasn’t is my love for you. The idea of you is the only thing keeping me going for now. 

did i just hear the door open

(The last line is quickly scribbled at the bottom of the page away from the rest of the previous entry. There are no more following entries in the journal after this one.)

(the last line written in Asher's Journal)

(a faded image of Lara)

[ginnyw-potter-archive]

By the Swimming Pool

Written for Day 10 of @hinnyfest

Prompt: "I am so lucky to be able to live this life with you"

It only completely dawned on Ginny how much Harry had never expected to be able to live his life freely with her until right now on their honeymoon, chilling by the pool. 

“I am so lucky to be able to live this life with you,” Harry told her softly from his lounger.

She looked up at him and she really wanted to give a witty reply and laugh it off but she could not deny that when she saw Hagrid carrying Harry’s dead body, it had shaken her to her core. She too was grateful that they had a chance at this wonderful life together. 

“Starts feeling less like stolen moments, huh,” she said with a soft smile. 

“Starting to.” He cocked his head. “You’re glowing.” 

“That’s the sunburn, darling,” she responded, taking compliments was hard, even if Harry showered her with them. 

“Or maybe you really are pregnant.” 

Ginny scoffed. “You wish.” She looked up to see him quirk an eyebrow. “Harry… we agreed I’d take a test when we’re back home.” 

“Yes, I know but…” 

“It would make you incredibly happy if I took it today, right?” 

Harry nodded with a smile. “Either we got something extra to celebrate or you can go back to drinking cocktails and we get absolutely hammered tonight.”  “Looks to me that either way you are getting drunk tonight,” she responded. She loved the goofy grin on his face and she wants to keep it there. “Alright, if you go buy one I’ll take it.”

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Written for @hinnyfest

Prompt 10: "I am so lucky to be able to live this life with you."

P.S: If there are any spelling errors, I apologize in advance.

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Ginny couldn't help but smile as she watched Harry in his Wolf form as he ran around their backyard with 7 year old Teddy and 6 year old Victoire trying their hardest to catch him. Sometimes she thought that he wanted to become an Animagus with her just so that the kids could enjoy it. 

He really was obnoxiously fast, but he was slowing down to avoid getting the kids hurt. Sure enough, Victoire managed to catch up to him, and pulled on his tail.

Harry spun around and yelped, quickly turning back into a Human, much to the amusement of her and the kids. "You don't pull on tails, Vic," he lightly chastised her without any heat in his words.

"But I want one," she said with an adorable pout. "A blue one though."

"Me too!" Teddy piped up. "I'll take one like yours, Harry,"

Ginny smiled, she knew that Harry couldn't resist the children's wishes. Pout or no pout. He sighed. "I would give you a tail, but Bill would string me up so high, I wouldn't ever be able to come down again." 

"How high?" Vic asked worriedly.

"You know how high your Aunt Ginny flies?" He asked as Ginny heard the Floo go off. 

She made her way there, and saw that Bill had come through. She greeted him with a hug. "Your little princess is out back," she teased.

"Thanks," Bill said, rolling his eyes fondly as they both made their way out. 

Harry was lying on his back with the kids on either side of him. He was waving his Wand, making Dragons made of red, blue, and golden colored smoke fly around in the air. She placed a hand on her stomach, even more excited to tell him the news.

Thankfully, Bill seemed to miss the gesture, completely engrossed as he was with the scene in front of him. They waited until Harry had to cancel the Spell to reserve his energy.

Vic and Teddy started clapping and Ginny and Bill joined in, causing them all to turn towards the porch where she and Bill were. "Daddy!" Vic squealed as she ran towards him. 

Bill didn't hesitate to pick her up and lift her over his shoulder. "Hey there, princess," he said.

"Uncle Harry made Dragons!" She exclaimed rapidly.

"I saw," Bill said. "That was impressive."

"Thanks," Harry said, chuckling. "It was just some smoke manipulation, though."

They stayed and chatted about more 'grown-up' stuff as Teddy called it before Bill and Vic had to leave. They sent Teddy upstairs to do his homework for Monday and sat down in the Living Room. 

"I'm so lucky to be able to live this life with you," she said.

He looked at her with a smile and gave her a kiss that almost made her forget what she was about to tell him. "I think we've already established that I'm the lucky one," he told her, kissing her again. "I mean, have you seen yourself?"

She laughed. "I'm not gonna look like this in a few months," she said. She was fine with it. It came with the pregnancy, and they had been trying for quite a few months, but still…

"What do you mean?" He asked, furrowing his brow in concern. "Are you okay?"

"I'm okay," she said, taking a deep breath. Why was this so hard? "I'm pregnant," she blurted out. 

Harry blinked, then his mouth dropped open as he processed what she said. He took a deep shuddering breath as his mouth broke into a brilliant smile. She only had a second to brace herself as he let out a "WOO HOO!!" and lifted her up. The next second they were jumping and spinning around the room like little children.

"You're serious?" He asked, looking at him with wide, hopeful eyes. 

"I am," she replied. 

Harry proceeded to pepper her face with kisses and he did not look like he was going to stop anytime soon. Finally, he gave her a deep, passionate kiss on her mouth, which was the scene Teddy walked into. 

"EW!" He cried, covering his eyes. "What are you doing?"

"You're going to be a big brother!" Harry cried, laughing. 

"What?" Teddy asked open mouthed, looking back and forth between Harry and Ginny.

"Yeah," Ginny whispered, holding her arms out. Teddy also let out a whoop and jumped into her arms, and hugged her tightly.

A few minutes later, as they sat down to choose baby names from a binder- because Harry had one of those apparently- she couldn't help but agree with her previous statement, she really was lucky. 

"How about Claiborne if we have a boy?" She asked.

"Absolutely not," Harry replied as Teddy made a face.

"Oh come on," Ginny said with a pout. "It's cool, isn't it?" 

"We are NOT naming our child Claiborne!" 

[jeongvision]

[ 11:41 AM ] ➞ [ 10:05 PM ]

pairing. husband! jeong jaehyun ✗ fem! reader

genre. fluff (!!), parent au, non idol au

warnings. get ready for soft hours after this bc it’s a dream to have dad! jaehyun

author’s note. happy valentine’s day! this and the previous timestamp is based on my conversations with my little sister! (also this isn’t proofread oopsies)

It’s Valentine’s Day, a day for lovers and friends alike to reunite in the name of love for a memorable night. Reservations at restaurants are booked to its maximum capacity to the point where the kitchen bell is ringing nonstop. Flower and candy shops are constantly restocking their inventories to tailor the perfect gift for their customers’ special someone. All in all, it was a chaotic day for everyone, but to see the look of fondness in their eyes when they subconsciously talk about their favorite person is what makes this holiday so wonderful.

As some may now, Valentine’s Day is also a special day for someone, and that certain person is none other than Jung Jaehyun for that date is also his birthday. Being the born-romantic person he is, he planned to spend his entire birthday with you and his daughter, Yeona, out to various places with love filled in the air. Due to unforeseen circumstances, he was called into work after a coworker succumb into a horrible illness, prompting the latter to fill in his missing work.

So here he is, stuck in his office with documents and files piled onto his desk, two hours into overtime. Luckily, he was able to have a valentines-themed breakfast in the morning with you two before receiving a phone call, but he would rather much be at home right now cuddling with his two angels talking about memories and fairytales.

Romantic, isn’t it?

Out of his entire floor, he is the only one present in his department. Some of his coworkers stayed behind for overtime to finish some last minute work, but they have all left to retire for the night. Due to that, the only lights illuminating the floor are emergency lights and his desk lamp, shadows encasing all corners of the room.

He looks up to the clock that hung high on the wall adjacent to his desk: 10:05pm. Taking his glasses off, he rubs his strained eyes together, fatigue slowly but surely overtaking his entire body. He crosses his arm on top of paperwork and rests his forehead against them.

‘Just a few more and you’re done, Jaehyun,’ he thought to himself. ‘Come on, Jaehyun. Do it for them. You have a family waiting for you back home.’ He pauses for a moment, having just realized his thought process.

He lets out a smile, “Home.. home is wherever you two are.” You and Yeona are his safe havens, the catalyst to his continued existence on earth. Without you two in his life, he wouldn’t know what to do with himself. Would he be happy and content with life as he is now? Or would he just live on not knowing what’s right from wrong, and what’s love and lust? Just you alone kept him grounded with his morals, knocking complete sense into his mind whenever he starts to stray off his lane. He is more than lucky to be married to someone extraordinary as you.

He sits upright in his seat before stretching his limbs a little, small cracks heard in the process. He picks up his pen and dives straight into his documents, determined to finish before the clock could strike into the next day.

However, just before he could flip the page, his phone rings. He glances over.

Y/n wants to video chat with you.

He raises an eyebrow. ‘You’re still awake?’ Sometimes on your days off, you would stay up late until he came home from work, wanting to spend some time with him before you two had responsibilities the next day. But with your hectic schedule on hand, you could barely keep your eyes awake in bed even if you wanted to. Work has been draining you just like Jaehyun’s, if not worse, so you try to salvage as much rests as possible to recharge your battery.

He picks up his phone and slides his thumb across the screen to answer. As the video pans out fully, he expected to see you with bright eyes in display, lips adoringly smiling at him just like you always did with him. Instead, he sees someone covering most of the screen, perhaps a little too close for comfort having seen the person’s nostrils and eyelashes.

He lets out a breathy chuckle.

“Yeona? Is that you?”

His daughter pulls the phone away from her face and puts on her biggest grin, her inherited dimples poking into her plump cheeks. “Hi daddy.”

He grins to her, “Hey baby, what are you doing up? You’re not sleepy yet? Where’s mommy at?”

She shook her head no. “Mommy is sleeping next to me,” she pans the camera to your sleeping figure, the plush blankets draped over body but your left arm encircled around your daughter’s torso.

He chuckles. Even when asleep, your body still somehow programs itself to monitor your 4-year-old.

The camera pans back to Yeona’s face, her cheeky smile never once fading away. “Can I talk to you for a little bit, daddy?”

He nods, “Of course, baby. What do you want to talk about?”

There’s movement on her end, small static sounds emanating from his speakers as she moves in her spot. She finally stays still, “I just want to say that I love you, daddy.”

His heart bursts with love. Ever since she learned how to form sentences, she was constantly reminding you and Jaehyun on how much she loves you two. And a lot of times, she would just say it out of the blue, whether you were all in the middle of an activity or close to falling asleep. Now that she is learning how to read and write, she is slowly learning how to write ‘love letters’ to you two, letters placed in a disarray that spells close to ‘I love you’. She would give it to you two as a gift, but other times she would sneakily leave it at various places in the house for you two to stumble upon by chance, impatiently waiting by the sidelines for both of your reactions from her sweet little messages.

He smiles a little bigger, “I love you too, baby.”

“Are you on the way home now?”

He looks back up on his clock again before his eyes rests back down to his documents. He had two choices: either stay for another hour and get all his work done without worry for tomorrow, or go home right now and spend time with Yeona; he could worry about work tomorrow.

It doesn’t take him a second to make his decision.

Grabbing his keys and jacket, he gets up from his seat before turning off his desk lamp, walking straight to the elevator.

“Yes, daddy is on his way home now.”

[funkymbtifiction]

6 vs 9

Thank you for answering my question on Ni and worrying!

I have debated on 6 vs. 9 before, but I’m pretty sure I’m a 9.

Not sure if you want an answer or not, but why not? I’ve got time. ;)

I do see 6 aspects in myself:

Lots of self-doubt and over-thinking. I take commissions as an artist and usually I’m excited to hear about a new commission but then get worried and think I won’t be able to do it / won’t do a good enough job. <- if you are a 9, this could just be your line to 6 and general anxiousness about doing a good job per your (I assume) 1 wing.

Being indecisive when anxious and wanting someone to tell me what to do/solve my problem. <- Hmm, I haven’t talked to my 9 core friends about this a lot, but I do notice some of them consult me in a “this is happening!!!” way and I give them suggestions on what to do, so… I’d say 9s will consult people they trust if they don’t know what to do. Also, did you decide on INFP? If so, indecisiveness is Ne.

I tend to plan for the worst/expect the worst (but hope for the best). <- Pessimism is a human condition. xD

I don’t project, though - I do worry that people may not like me, but I don’t test them to find out if that is the case and I always blame myself for it (i.e if they don’t like me it must be because I’m boring or weird or not emotionally reactive enough). <- I used to do this way more when I was young. I’d send an e-mail, get anxious if I didn’t get a normal prompt response, comb back over what I said searching for anything that might have upset them, and feel anxious for no reason assuming someone is mad at me. I would send out little feelers to see what was going on – quick texts or notes in a friendly tone to see if that generated a response. Now I just assume, when that anxiousness kicks in, that as adults, we’re all busy. But self-blaming is a condition of Fi, and not related to Enneagram type, IMO.

Also, I don’t provoke people to examine reactions. In fact I hate conflict (the classic “raised voices = yelling” 9 issue is true for me; in 95% of arguments I’m the peacemaker trying to find middle ground between other people). <- with me, it depends. I have zero problems with conflict at home or arguing with my parents / family members, but the less I know you and the less I trust you, the more I don’t want to fight with you. It’s true, though, that I have that bratty 6w7 energy that sometimes provokes to get a rise out of my loved ones, which my mother (a 1w9) absolutely hates. It’s hard to shut off, but I try for her sake. Course my father is quarrelsome too, so we’re like a tempest in a teapot sometimes.

I also don’t see many positive 6 aspects in myself:

The ability/desire to build connections and make a security system. <- Interesting. My security is my bank account and having a few people I can count on. It’s not stalking up my pantry, for sure. *cough * weak Si, like what kinds of foods even go together? *cough* Though I work very hard in my family business so we can all thrive, which is a security of its own.

Being loyal to friends and checking in with them to make sure we’re “okay” (I never do this barring an actual argument or something - mostly I ghost people; loyalty is not my strong suit!) <- This is very true of me. If anyone picks on any of my friends, I will get offended and fiercely defend them (even if I have criticisms of them myself). And I do like to stay connected as an extrovert. But following up what I said above, I don’t try to build super close connections as much as I did when I was younger. I’ve realized people have their own lives, and you’re lucky to get their attention at all. But I don’t ghost people. I used to stay in very immediate contact with them.

I feel very little need to connect with other people. My friends are basically my family and in-laws -  about 10 people who I truly trust and would do anything for. I don’t really want more people-related responsibilities. <- lucky little sp-dom introvert. ;) Though I can somewhat relate. More people means more energy going out, and I spend so much of it on my books and hobbies, I don’t have a lot left over. I was laughing with a fellow sp-dom INFP just yesterday about how we are both like “OMG, I have SOCIAL events in October, 5 of them!! I’m going to be so busy!!! Will it be too much???” Chill, girl. They’re interspersed over weeks. Stop over-thinking “invasions of my time!”

Meanwhile, I have many positive and negative 9 attributes:

The core problem of 9, apathy, is a BIG problem for me. Many problems in my life have been caused by not acting, by waiting too long in hopes that the problem will go away, by riding along on easy work (even if it is work I love and is worth doing) and not doing the hard work that would lead to the achievements I really want to make (writing a novel, etc.). I’m not a lazy/apathetic person in general - I can (and do) work extremely hard (I run my own art business and working 12+ hours a day is typical for me). But it’s a mental apathy issue, the quailing at mentally facing hard tasks and ending up doing small easy things that soothe me. <- aww, tho I relate to procrastinating. Being around 9s, it kind of amuses me to watch you self-soothe. Like, shouldn’t you be studying for your math final and not reorganizing the bathroom cabinets? And it seems like 9s can drag their feet even when it’s important until they decide to do it, then nothing stands in their way.

Other 9 aspects/problems I can see in myself:

Being vague - not knowing what I really want and getting frustrated by not having a clear vision of what to do. <- yeah, that’s 9ish.

Suppressing anger and other “negative” emotions because of seeking inner peace/blankness. And if I do express anger (usually in a burst under stress) I feel guilty about it. <- 1 wing, yeah.

Setting up walls between other people and myself because I can’t deal with their emotions. I don’t struggle with the intense kind of “merging” described by many 9s, but I think that might be because I’m Fi-dom and probably sp-dom. But it is still exhausting to handle the emotions, opinions, etc. of many people for long periods of time. <- I need to ask my 9w8 INFP more about this specifically, but I don’t know that she fully merges so much as prematurely (sp-dom) throws up a barrier and says Nope to things, in hopes of avoiding other people creeping into her feelings. And yeah, she finds being around especially temperamental or high energy people difficult, since it’s such a bombardment of drama + her own intense reactions.

Tolerating behavior I don’t like for too long because “they might have good intentions.” Thinking positively of people because believing the worst of them feels mean. <- same for me, Ne + compliant type issues.

I have very strong opinions but I don’t like to argue with other people. I tend to believe that if the truth exists, other people will be drawn to it without my twisting their arm and making them see it. <- that’s nice of you and very healthy Fi-dom. I … will absolutely argue up to a point, then decide it’s not worth my time and pointless.

My motto (good and bad) is often “Let’s wait and see if things improve.” <- haha.

Also, although I do struggle with 6ish self-doubt, when it comes down to it I trust my gut and believe that I know what is best for myself. People can give me advice and I’ll nod and thank them but inside I’m thinking “You don’t know me!” In general I am (or at least appear and strive to be) a cheerful, emotionally stable, positive person. So… I still think 9 gets more points. But honestly, this is one of those things that makes me believe in tritypes because I relate a lot to both of them! Thank you for reading all of this!

Go with your gut. Be a happy little 9. :)

ETA: Regarding relating to them both -- of course you do, 6 is your stress line, so it will show up regularly. ;)

[nctworststuff]

idk how detailed my request should be so I'll just explain all I can

fluff, with jaemin, y/n as a doctor

new relationship, jaemin doesn't know about his partner being a doctor

prompts 20 and 25

thank you 💗

Lucy say: Hi ^^ Thank you so much for requesting this 💗 Also I'm not sure if I understood your request correctly, so I'm really sorry if it's not what you wanted. In that case please tell us and I'll write it! -Lucy [Also please tell me if I made a mistake, English isn't my native language.]

Disclaimer: This is purely fictional, means it's an AU and in no way meant to harm anyone. Pairings: jaeminX gn!doctor!reader

Prompt 20 (i love you) + 25 (we are meant to be)

Warnings: mentions of severe burns, accidents in general, cold pizza, worried jaemin and my horrible writing. If you notice anything else pls lmk

Genre: tiniest bit of angs in the beginning, fluff, slice of life? New relationship and Jaemin doesn't know that y/n is a doctor

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23.41 Pacing up and down the living room, Jaemin nervously glanced at his phone. It was already way past the time you were supposed to arrive. See you at 11, Na! Maybe he had heard you wrong over the phone and you said something else. But then why weren't you reading his texts or answering his calls? For the fifth time in the past 10 minutes he dialed your number. And for the fifth time he instantly heard the voice mail. To say he was worried was an understatement by now. Yes, you had only started dating a few weeks ago. Yes, you were still in the phase of getting to know each other. And yes, you two still lived in different apartments, so meeting up wasn't always as easy as it could've been, but both of you said that you preferred keeping your own place. The topic simply dropped and never came up again. However Jaemin felt like he knew you for years already. When you first met, you clicked immediately and talked nonstop. It was like an old tale where two people, destined to be together, met one day and fell in love as soon as they laid eyes on each other's frame. Like Soulmates. He believed in it and he knew you felt similar about your relation. You never talked about it, but he knew. Just how he knew that you hadn't forgotten about the date and went home. You were the most organized and structured person he ever met. There was no way you would've forgotten. However that only left one last option in his mind: You were kept from coming. Maybe you had an accident? Maybe you were robbed? Hit? Or even worse, were you... DING. As fast as a lightning bolt Jaemin sprinted to the wooden door and pulled it open, not even bothering to check who it was first. And he was lucky. Upon seeing your face, completely fine with a small excusing smile, he pulled you in and wrapped you in his arms. "Do you know how worried I was? I thought something happened to you." Feeling utterly calm in his atmosphere you simply sighed, before freeing yourself and readjusting your position so you could squish his cheeks. The small pout making you giggle. "I'm really sorry Nana! We had a horrible accident at work and I was the only person available, so I needed to step in without having the chance to tell you I won't make it in time and then when I was finished cleaning up, I jumped in the car and got here as quick as I could. I'm so, so sorry!" Now it was his turn to coe at your pout. "You don't need to be sorry y/n! I'm just glad you're fine! But what about the accident? Is everyone okay now?" "Yes, those accidents keep happening from time to time. It wasn't the first time I saw something like that. In fact it's the third severe burn we had this year and it's only February." Looking in shock at you, Jaemin kept opening and closing his mouth. "Y-you.. bu-urn.. acci-d-dent... f-from time to, from time to time?" Finally he seemed to got his brain to properly function again. "You have accidents at work which lead to severe burns for already three times this year? Y/N I know you said you wanted to wait a bit longer to tell me where you work, but I don't know if I'll ever be able to rest again if the only thing I can think of is weather you get hurt too. I know we haven't said this before, but I love you and I don't plan on losing you this soon!" Now it was your turn to be speechless. Of course you liked him and yes, maybe you considered the idea that you

loved him before, but hearing it from him, right in this moment, made your brain feel like cotton candy. "Say that again!" It only came out as a whisper, but he heard it clearly."I love you y/n! I truly do! It was weird at first, I admit that, but I've never felt for a person like this before! It just... It feels like we're meant to be." Those words mixed with his deep brown eyes looking at you like were the only good thing on this planet brought out your shy side. Going back to hugging him, you buried your head in his mint green pullover. "I love you too, nana! And don't worry, I work in a hospital. I didn't want to tell you because I'm not permanently employed yet and I wanted it to be a surprise once I am." Getting nervous you started playing with the fabric of his pullover. Jaemin still hadn't said anything, so you pulled away from his arms, expecting his face to be angry or even dissapointed, but instead his beautiful smile beamed down at you. "That's like so cool, you know that? You're out there saving lives and stuff. That's wOw." You chuckled at his cute way of pronouncing the word, feeling unbelievably relieved he wasn't feeling negative about it. Instead he suddenly picked you up, forcing a squeal from your lips. "So y/n, tell me which movie do you want to watch while eating our cold pizza?" "I absolutely don't care as long as I can watch it with you, I'm fine with everything!" You kissed his cheek one last time before he plopped you down on the chouch and started the TV.

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[monkelyn]

The Mundane :Dealing with Loss

**WARNING: I talk about my cats passing

"She had a seizure when they were getting X-rays." My mom tells me, in between cries.

She is talking about my 17-year-old cat, Eleanor. This was a checkup prompted by her labored breathing recently. She is a, or should I say was a, cat that had many health issues but was a champ. She was diagnosed as being diabetic about a year ago and while she hasn't looked at ked the greatest, she still thrived in her own way. Before she was a diabetic, she was an asshole. She was aggressive and didn't take anyone's shit. When her asshole phase disappeared with her diagnoses, my family decided to keep her in one room to make her feel more comfortable. I was the lucky winner. I was never close with her but due to our living situation I was forced to create a stronger bond with her. She became my cat and I loved her with all I could.

"The vet said the gave her some medication so she wouldn't feel pain, but we have to go up to sign the form to euthanize her." My mom is trying with all her might to relay the information she was just given from the vets phone call. The visit didn't feel like it would be a life or death situation. Ellie just needed to be dropped off so they could do the blood work and Xrays and she would be back home, on the edge of my bed.

I tell my mom I'll meet her there since she was out running errands and wasn't as close as I was. I go to my car, my sister tagging behind me. I dunno how to feel but I can describe one physical feeling, a heavy heart. I always thought that saying was weird. 'It is with a heavy heart we have to *insert someone being fired or telling a family of a death*. But I now know what a 'heavy heart' feels like, whoopie.

We get to the vet in less than 10 minutes, I was speeding which helped with the time. The Vet Tech escorts us to the room they have her in. My sweet Eleanor; the one who always looked pisses of, the one who would guard you while you pee, the one who always who still played even when she was low energy, was laying there half dead.

"Would you like time with her?" the tech asks.

"please," I stutter out. "Just put her out of her misery."

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I never thought I would cry so much, I forgot I could cry this much. I'd be somewhat happy if the cost wasn't her life. Even writing this (yep I'm breaking the 4th wall) is making me cry. But I write this because I need this expressed somewhere. I dunno how to tell others this or if I should. So I choose to write in a place where some might connect with my writings while I can still feel I am not burdening anyone.

This is a place I feel somewhat comfortable writing these because vulnerability is hard with those I'm closest with.

I love Eleanor and I will definitely notice the silence now that she is gone. (I have another cat who I love very very much but I am going to feel Eleanors absence).

Loss is a frightening thing. It means change and never being able to interact with them again. I'm scared of change and even more scared of loss. The world, people and myself are constantly changing but it never makes it any less scary.

I love you so much Elli, I am so happy I got to raise and love you.

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Fool’s Rush In

Part 10

I’m participating in @wackydrabbles​ prompt 71 “Dont be stubborn. Try it.”

Word Count: 1890

Pairing: Liam and Riley

Thanks @burnsoslow​ for beta reading and pretty much having to drag me across the finish line, as well as all the weeks and weeks of listening to me whine and pity myself.  And @emkay512​ for pre-reading and your encouraging words late Monday that made my whole night.

a/n: this is crack, plain and simple. I haven’t written since mid-october; just been paralyzed with fear over my own writing and this is my practice run and basically the best I could come up with. I’m going to try so so hard to finish this series

The new royal couple, fresh off their Vegas flight, stepped up to a makeshift podium the press had created on the tarmac. It was packed tightly with news station microphones crammed in every nook and cranny, one on top of the other. Voice recorders were spread across its surface, and the crown's private jet served as the backdrop. A bevy of frenzied reporters -- domestic and international -- pushed and elbowed their way into one another in hopes of getting the closest shot of the newlyweds and a chance to have their questions answered first.

“King Liam! Is the marriage binding?”

“How long have you known, Miss Brooks?”

“Were you trying to make a political statement by having a hooker at the ceremony?”

“Your Majesty! Will the monkey be joining your court soon?”

So many questions, most followed by laughter and snickers directed at the King and his bride.

Liam frowned as his eyes dashed side to side in a diligent effort to understand the literally thousands of questions that were lobbed at him all at once. He blinked rapidly as one flash of a camera after the next blinded and bleached his vision. Just as it would return to normal, another successive set of flashes would set him back again.

He had been a part of news conferences since he was a child, when he would watch his late father speak from different parts of the world, near and far, about this policy or that deal. Yet this was different. This was not only the biggest breaking story in Cordonia -- or even Europe -- but one that had swept the world. 

His drunken actions two nights ago, no doubt, would have created a stir; however, it was Maxwell's post on Instagram of the ceremony that now made him tabloid fodder. Everyone knew about the king who was married by his own brother and an Elvis impersonator, the leg-humping monkey that served as a ring bearer, and the chain-smoking, tube-top-wearing prostitute who was the maid of honor. As confident as Liam had been that he could handle this, as he'd dealt with so many other stories of intrigue regarding the monarchy, he couldn't dispel the twisting feeling that burrowed deep into the pit of his stomach.

Maybe Madeleine was right: he had become a laughingstock. A failure. Just one big fuck up.

As much as he hated to hear the things said about him, he could deal with it. In the morning, he would call Prince Harry to swap stories, survival tips, and perhaps share a good laugh about it.

It was just ...

Liam felt Riley's tiny hand grip his a little tighter. He wouldn't blame her one bit if his little pussycat turned around and headed back up the steps to the jet and returned to Las Vegas. The only thing Liam wanted to do was keep her shielded from the hurtful comments and insensitive questions. But to his astonishment, she stood there with all the feigned confidence in the world, flashing a big, beaming smile that lit his heart on fire, while staring back at him affectionately. She was handling the situation better than she was before they stepped off the plane. He knew she was doing it for him. God, she just makes everything better. 

Feeling a little more grounded and in control, Liam returned her smile. A touch of radiance sparkled between his eyes and hers, as if it were some sort of unspoken conversation only they understood. Riley knew exactly what he needed at that moment to rise above this scandal they were both being raked over the coals for: He needed her to be okay.

Raising his free hand to calm the crowd so that he might address their concerns, he noticed the press' attention and cameras suddenly shift away from him and into the distance. Murmurs and chatter soon erupted. Naturally, Liam's gaze followed suit -- towards a group of heavily-armed soldiers heading their way. They wore white hazmat uniforms and had self-contained breathing apparatus and personal protective equipment. Leading the charge was a well-dressed gentleman in a three-piece suit with a shiny bald head that glistened with heavy perspiration. 

He walked like he hadn't shit in weeks.

Liam squinted and lifted a hand to shield his eyes from the bright sunlight. “The hell is that?”

Riley inched closer to Liam and clasped his suit jacket. "What's happening right now? Who are all those people, Liam?"

Liam's forehead creased in puzzlement; he didn't know. Wrapping his arms protectively around Riley, he pulled her even closer but never answered the question. It wasn't until the uniformed men stopped briefly and pointed to Drake, who was standing with his arms crossed at the bottom of the stairs, that it suddenly became clear who they were looking for.

Reporters and onlookers had been so focused on Liam’s return with the American woman, they hadn’t noticed that the brooding Walker had exited the jet last among their posse. Just as everyone had watched replays and snippets of Maxwell’s Instagram video, they were also fully aware the King’s best friend wasn’t exactly returning to Cordonia … healthy … thanks to Maxwell’s Tik Tok sing-along. 

A video Drake Walker had no clue existed. 

 The crowd began to disperse in fear and panic. If men in hazmat suits were needed, they could only assume this went well beyond your casual, run-of-the-mill STD.

Still in no mood to play around, Drake started yelling obscenities and gradually backing away from the hazmat brigade that was closing in on him like a cheetah at a water buffalo hole. 

"Mr. Walker," a heavily echoed voice called out, sounding oddly reminiscent of Darth Vader through their breathing contraption, "we need you to come with us."

"The fuck I do." Drake shook his head emphatically while continuing to slide away from them. "I'll beat the shit out of all of ya if you so much as touch me."

"Now, Mr. Walker, don't be stubborn. Try it, and you'll find yourself with a nice little tranquilizer to the ass. Are you going to come with us willingly, or do we have to make this more difficult than it needs to be?"

Drake stood motionless in disbelief. "I don't even know what you guys want or what you think I did," he squawked with a hint of desperation in his tone.

"Tough titties. SEIZE HIM!"

With that order, Drake twisted on the heels of his boots and took off, dodging and weaving away from a bunch of men he had no clue why were even after him. 

He had a pretty good hunch, though, who set this chain of events in motion.

The bald guy in a three-piece suit walked up to Liam and flipped his badge open. "Your Majesty?"

Liam nodded, not bothering to acknowledge the man's credentials. "I am. What is the meaning of all this? What the hell are you doing with Drake?"

"Sir, if you will, it has come to our attention that Mr. Walker is a public health risk and highly contagious. We will have to secure him into our custody at once."

Liam scrunched up his face in utter confusion and stared back at the official before responding, “He just has case of crabs, syphilis, herpes, genital warts, gonorrhea, and chlamydia. You’re treating him like he’s about to start some damn worldwide pandemic. Without sexual contact and with heavy doses of medications and creams, Drake should be able to live a normal life like anyone else. So, as the ruler of this country, I am ordering your men to stand down at once.”

“My apologies, King Liam, but my orders come from the World Health Organization and the United Nations. You'll need to take this up with them. Dr. Wolfschitz was clear on the protocol."

"Dr. Wolfschitz?" Liam questioned as realization quickly set in. He twisted around to face Leo, who had this enormous shit-eating grin, the likes he'd never seen on him before. "You? You did this?"

“Walker messed with the wrong bull, little bro.” Leo stuck up his pointer fingers on both sides of his head with a menacing scowl and smugness in his tone. “Now he gets the horns.”

Liam swatted away one of Leo's finger horns. “This is serious, Leo. Not everything is a joke! You're going to fix this, NOW!"

Leo placed a comforting hand on his younger brother’s shoulder, patting it a few times before speaking softly to him. “Look, I know you’re upset right now. You two were very close. But the Drakester is going to a far better place. There’s a big open field and everything where he can run and play all day with others just like him. And all the meaty bones he can eat too … lucky bastard.”

Riley had to bury her face in Liam’s chest to prevent the laugh that threatened to escape, but the bobbing of her shoulders was something she couldn’t hide. 

“NOW, Leo!” 

Leo tried to hold his ground but was too weak to resist the impatient glare Liam was burning into his soul. After a brief moment, he rolled his eyes and let out a heavy sigh. "Why ya gotta be such a dillhole, Liam? Do you realize you get rattled faster than a two-tit turtle on a tightrope? It's really not your best quality, little brother, but we can work on that." Annoyed, Liam rubbed a hand over his eyes and groaned as his brother continued, "Either way, Father always said, ‘if you can't help your fellow man out, you might as well become one of the Walkers.’ Truer words were never spoken so eloquently.”  Leo raised his eyes to the heavens thoughtfully before thinking better of it and lowered them toward the ground. "May you rest in peace, Father," he shouted.

As Leo trotted off to speak with Bald Dude to confess his false claim, Bastien helped guide Liam and Riley through the rambunctious swarm of reporters and spectators. Once they reached the limo, Liam helped Riley inside as Maxwell rounded the vehicle and climbed in on the other side. Pausing for a moment before sliding in, the King placed his hands on top of the open door of the limo and turned one last time to check on his friend. He swallowed hard over the guilt of leaving him behind. As His Majesty watched in horror, Drake took a tranquilizer dart to the back of the thigh and Bastien insisted the area was a security threat, shoving him inside. They would send another car to transport Drake and Leo back to the palace. 

Bastien stomped on the gas pedal and sped off, kicking up dirt and smoke as the tires peeled and squealed against the fiery Cordonian asphalt.

When they passed through the airport's security gate, a small motorcade following closely behind, Liam finally lifted his head, his eyes growing wide when he realized what just happened: Bastien's shove had sent Liam flying across the seat to land face-first into a lap — her lap. 

He stayed frozen in place, unable to look anywhere but the two slender, bronzed legs peeking out below the hem of his new wife's dress. 

Riley lifted an eyebrow, a slight grin dangling from her plush pink lips. "Something you wanna say, Your Majesty?"

Everything that had just happened in the 15 minutes since they landed was long forgotten. Drake who? Liam glanced up with a devilish smirk. "Welcome to Cordonia, Pussycat."

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[imagine-all-the-imagines]

1. Sam Wilson x Reader - Song prompt “Sunflower - Post Malone" for softbiker’s “25 Things” Writing Challenge. Due August 1, 2020.

Warnings: Rough training session, repressed emotions.

I am sooooo sorry I'm almost a year late for this writing challenge.

You woke up to darkness and an empty bed. There was a rustling sound and you rolled to see what was happening. There in the shadows you saw the figure of a man quietly putting on their clothes.

“Sam? You’re going?” You asked quietly and he gave a jump.

“Hey, I wasn’t trying to wake you up, but Steve just sent me the info for an urgent mission.” Sam explained as he finished getting dressed.

You stuck your lip out in a pout, “But it’s late, do you have to leave right now?”

Sam gave a small nod, looking at you softly, “I know I always come and go, but it’s out of my control. You know we can’t schedule when missions come in.”

You nodded back at him, “I know, but I was having a really nice dream,” you laughed, “Just tell Steve I expect to be reimbursed for loss of cuddles.”

Sam leaned over and kissed your forehead, “I’ll be sure to tell him that. Go back to sleep, Sunflower. I’ll be home before you know it.”

You let out a soft hum and looked up at Sam, “You better be. How long are you going to be gone?”

Sam looked at his phone again for a moment, “Looks like it should be a quick one, if everything goes well, two days tops.”

You nodded at the information, “Good. I’ll see you in two days. Don’t be late.”

You pulled Sam down to kiss him again, and he gave a low groan, “Every time I’m leaving on you, you don’t make it easy.”

You gave a giggle and pushed Sam back up, “Go, don’t make Steve mad at me.”

Same gave you another quick kiss and picked up his go bag before heading out the door.

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While Sam was gone, you did your best to stay occupied. Going to the gym for training was the best option. You were able to get your frustration out and you were able to keep yourself in fighting condition.

That’s where life found you four days later, sparring with Wanda, and getting absolutely wrecked. Every move you made; she was countering. And you were taking quite the beating, red tendrils of power shooting out and blasting you back. Luckily, the walls were padded, but it still hurt.

You were already frustrated about the mission going longer than expected. Everyday that Sam was gone was a day that you worried about him. And now you were getting thrown around by Wanda, and she was taunting you about it. She knew your mind was preoccupied and she was taking advantage of it.

You finally got your opportunity to strike, and you lunged at Wanda, dagger drawn. She was able to get a shield up on time, but you kept going at her, striking again and again, letting out all that frustration. You didn’t realize how much frustration you had been holding on to until Wanda yielded, and you fell to the ground, overcome with emotions.

You felt comforting arms wrap around you and heard a soft voice, “Don’t worry Wanda, I’m keeping her in check.”

Wanda replied out of breath, “She was all bad-bad, especially after your mission got extended.”

You felt a hand brush through your hair, and you looked up into the comforting eyes of Sam. Sighing, you let your self lean into him before you looked between Wanda and Sam.

“Alright, I’m calling it quits now, Baby, I’m a wreck,” you said as you squeezed Sam’s hand.

Sam nodded at laughed lightly, “You can crash at my place, Baby you’re a wreck.”

You lightly hit his hand, “Hey! Only I’m allowed to say that!”

Sam laughed again and picked you up. Carrying you off to his room.

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You and Sam were able to spend the rest of your day together, lounging in his room.

The peace and tranquility was interrupted when your phone went off and you saw the notification from Steve.

Groaning, you opened the mission details, “Baby, I got to go. Mission time.”

Sam helped you off his bed and started getting his stuff together, “I’ll come with you, in case you need backup.”

You smiled at him, “It’s ok, Love, it doesn’t look like it’ll be too hard. And you just got back from a mission, you need to rest up. Plus, Bucky is coming with me. I’ll be ok.”

Sam grimaced when you mentioned Bucky, they still had a bit of a tense relationship. He watched you while you gathered up your go bag and extra supplies. “Be safe, don’t let Bucky use his old man ruse to get you on his side.”

You laughed, “Babe, that won’t happen, you know I only have eyes for you.”

You leaned down to give Sam a kiss before turning to head out the door.

“Wait! You forgot something!” Sam yelled after you.

You paused and turned around, “Every time I’m walking out, I can hear you telling me to turn around. What did I forget this time?”

Sam gave you a coy smile, “You forgot to give me a kiss, the most important thing!”

You rolled your eyes and went over to Sam, leaning over and giving him a deep kiss, “Make sure you miss me.”

Sam grabbed your wrist lightly, “Already do. Now go kick some ass.”

You gave him a nod and hefted the bag back over your shoulder. As you walked out the door, you felt the nerves creep up in you. Missions always got the better of you at first, but as soon as you got on the jet, the nerves melted away, but something about this one was keeping you on your toes.

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You had been in the field for 10 days at this point. The good news was that you had a roof over your head, the bad news was that you were supposed to be home a week ago.

Today, you were chasing a Hydra agent through the dense forests of some European country. You were pushing yourself to the limits trying to catch up to this agent. You were so focused on the person ahead of you that you didn’t notice the tree root sticking out of the ground, but your foot made sure to find it.

You felt yourself tumble to the ground and roll forward a few feet. A strong hand grabbed your arms and yanked you back to your feet without missing a beat.

You looked up to see the harsh eyes of Bucky Barnes glaring at you. As if he couldn’t believe you let yourself trip. It lasted a few seconds then he was off again, following the Hydra Agent. You immediately followed and after chasing for a while, you were able to apprehend the agent and collect all the information that they had on them.

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You were back in the hotel, resting before packing everything up and heading home, when you heard Bucky enter the rooms with a huff. He was grumbling to himself as he packed, and you were not in the mood to deal with that at all.

“What the hell is your problem Winter Boy?” You asked, looking at him from your spot on the bed.

“Just can’t believe you fucking tripped in the field. Aren’t you supposed to be the graceful one out of the group?” He spit out at you, venom lacing his words.

“Well, actually, I think Nat is the graceful one.” You joked, trying to lighten the mood.

“Whatever Y/N, you’re just lucky I was there. You know, you’ll be left in the dust if you keep that up. You’re just lucky that I stuck by ya.” Bucky said, throwing his clothes into his bag.

You rolled your eyes, not letting yourself get sucked into this argument, “We got the job done, that’s what matters. I’ll train more when I get home.”

Bucky gave you a grunt of approval and finished his packing. When you were both packed, you called for the jet and met them at the pickup sight.

As soon as you were on board, you pulled out your sat phone and dialed Sam’s number. He picked up on the second ring.

“Babe? You ok?” He asked.

“I’m fine, just gone longer than I wanted to be, and the Century Man is getting on my nerves.” You explained, trying to ease his concern.

Sam gave a light laugh, “Wish I could be there for you Babe. But you can do it, you’re the Sunflower, if anyone can make it through, it’s you.”

You smiled, “Thank you, that’s all the hope I needed to get through, sometimes I think your love would be too much, and then you do things like this, and I know that could never be a thing.”

Bucky rolls his eyes across from you and holds out his hand, “If you’re done being gross, I’d like to talk to him, update him on what’s happening, you know, proper procedure.”

You stuck your tongue out at him quickly, “Babe, Bucky wants to talk to you. But don’t worry, I’ll see you soon.”

You handed the phone to Bucky and he gives the mission report before informing Sam of the ETA to the compound. You reach your hand out to get the phone back so you can say your goodbyes to Sam. Bucky looks at you and hits the end button on the phone before handing it back to you.

You glared at Bucky before taking the phone. The brief thought of hitting him crossed your mind, but you thought better, knowing that he would never let you live it down if you did.

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When you got back to the compound, you immediately went to debriefing and then straight to Sam’s room, flinging yourself onto the bed and curling into him. You both fell asleep quickly in each other’s arms.

This is where Nat found you when she came to invite you down for a family dinner. As she poked her head in, she couldn’t help but smile as she took in the sight.

Nat went back down to dinner and informed the group that you would not be joining and that if anyone went to interrupt the two of you. She personally would the one to, as she said, “Fuck you up.”

Needless to say, no one bothered you two for the rest of the night.

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Soulmate AU Prompts

Dialogue Prompts

1) "I refuse to believe this creature is my soulmate." "You better believe it, baby, I'm your soulmate and I'm the only one you're getting." 2) "I've met my soulmate and they are disgusting and foul and the most annoying person on the planet." "Yes, but they were chosen for you for a reason." 3) "Where's your mark at?" "Inside of my thigh." "Can I see it?" "If you'd like to hear from my fucking lawyer later then sure." 4) "Oh my god they're so stupid." "Hey, their soulmark kind of looks like yours." "Oh fuck." 5) "I don't believe in soulmates." "That's because you don't have one." "I have one, I have a mark." "Sorry, you're right, you have one. You just don't believe in them because you're upset they aren't around here." 6) "If when they get their soulmark it matches mine I will jump off this bridge." "Oh! Looks like you're gonna have to jump! Looks like you're going to have to do it!" "Shut the fuck up, C." 7) "You're a werewolf!" "But I'm still your soulmate." "Oh my god, am I a furry?" "Hey, fuck you!" 8) "Should we kiss? To see if we're soulmates?" "If you kiss me I'll kill you." 9) "What if we're soulmates, you don't even want to try and see?" "No." 10) "We're soulmates." "I don't believe in that shit." "I thought you liked me." "Well, then, I guess you thought wrong." 11) "Hey, I like your drawing. This looks like my soulmark I have on my hip." "This mark?" "Yeah." "This is on your hip?" "Yeah, why?" "Holy shit." 12) "What's your mark say? What are your soulmates first words to you?" "'Can you move out of my way, I'm trying to find my girlfriend/boyfriend.'" "Oh shit." "Yeah, I know." 13) "What are the first words your soulmate is going to say to you?" "'Damn, your ass looks good in those jeans tonight, bit--oh shit, oh my god I'm so sorry, I thought you were my friend Person A.'" "That's what yours says!? I can't even begin to imagine what theirs says." 14) "I'd take a bullet for you." "No you wouldn't." "No, I wouldn't. But I want to want to take a bullet for you." "Sometimes I think you'd make a better soulmate than whoever my soulmate is." 15) "Holy shit you're hot." "You're my soulmate?" "Okay, well, the way it's written on my wrist never sounded like that in my head. I figured the way you'd say it would be like ‘Damn! You're my soulmate?’ Like you were lucky I looked so good." "Oh no..." "Wha--Oh no? What do you mean oh no? I'm a catch. This is my friend Person A, they can tell you what a catch I am. Tell them." "I'm supposed to be getting married today!" "Ooh, yeah, okay, now I can see why you're upset. For a second I was rapidly losing confidence." 16) "You're my soulmate? No. No fucking way. I'm not living my life with this nightmare of a person." "Nightmare? I am not a nightmare. I am a goddamn dream. I'm pleasant to be around! I'm a national fucking treasure and Nick Cage wishes he could steal me!" 17) "Okay so don't be mad." "I'm already livid, please continue." "I may or may not have got in the wrong line to get my soulmark and accidentally mixed up my place and got the same mark as you." "Oh my god, are you kidding me?" "Look, I'm not pleased either. I'm not good at being on time, alright?" "The one time I decide to work with you you decide to ruin my life forever." "I'm not even the worst soulmate you could have. You could have gotten stuck with a murderer! Hmm? That would have been fun." "But my misery wouldn't be continuing like this if I'd gotten stuck with a murderer." 18) "You think I asked to be your soulmate? You think I asked to listen to you bitch and complain about every little fucking detail of everything? I wish I'd had my mark removed and my memory wiped because you are the worst soulmate in the history of soulmates." "If you don't want the mark then we'll just get them removed and we can forget about these arguments. We can forget about each other." 19) "Why didn't you tell me you were my soulmate?" "And get in the way of you and Person A? No way. You look at them like they're your whole world, you don't look at me like that. Just because we're soulmates doesn't mean you have to love me." "So you don't love me?" "I never said that." 20) "I don't care if A has my soulmark. You're my soulmate. You've always been my soulmate."

Regular Prompts

1) A comes from a wealthy family while B doesn't. B's excited that A is their soulmate but A is annoyed and offers the get the marks removed and pay B a large sum of money for the removal treatments and to keep B as far away from them as possible. 2) A's always been excited to meet their soulmate and can't wait to meet them. B's never believed in soulmates. When they meet A is excited and tells them they've always wanted to meet them and that they're excited to finally start a life with someone. B immediately lets A know they're not interested and don't care about the whole soulmate thing. A decides to spend their time convincing B that soulmates are a good thing and that they're perfect for one another. B tells them they'll spend a month with them but if they don't feel anything by the end of it A has to go with them to get it removed. 3) A's parents keep A isolated from the world for most of their life until it's time to meet their soulmate. They expect a to move in with and marry their soulmate within the first six months of meeting them because that's how things go. But when they meet their soulmate and their mark is activated their soulmate, person B, is already seeing someone born without a mark. When A explains that they're their soulmate B gets an apartment with them but refuses to break things off with Person C. A stays in their room for the most part while B comes and goes. A tries to win B's heart by cooking and eating dinner with them, but B insists they only moved in with them because they would have been arrested if they didn't. B tells them to give up but A insists they don't give up and that they're going to make B fall for them. 4) A goes to a marking ceremony where they stamp you with the marks based on compatibility, but when A and B get their position in line mixed up they end up getting marked as each other's soulmate. They don't get along at all and decide to ask the court if they can fix it. They tell them there's a removal process but that it takes months and cash. The two work hard and try to come up with ways to get money so they can afford it and when they get half the amount they need they realize they work well together. They laugh about it and decide to just try kissing as a joke or something. But when they kiss it's intense and they laugh it off until one's bold enough to ask if the other wants to do it again. When they do the two end up having incredible sex and decide maybe they should put off the removal process for a while so they can earn more money for important things they want and go to their friends weddings and things. But they just keep going to things and agreeing to go to places together that the thought of removal just disappears from their minds. (Bonus if it ends with their wedding.) 5) A is a super villain and B is a superhero. They meet in their normal identities and hit it off really well but keep making excuses to leave and save people or do bad things. They fight all the time but are never too badly injured for the other to notice. It's only when B is knocked unconscious by something that A unmasks them and panics, quickly making sure they'll be fine and set them on a roof so no one can find them but they're able to get up and go whenever they recover. A pretends not to know anything but B is curious as to why their rival hasn't shown their face in a while. They use their villain persona to invite B to a private meeting and tell them that they want to reveal themselves to them. B is confused but ready to take them in to the police. But when A reveals themselves to be their soulmate things get complicated. 6) A and B are from two different kingdoms and ice kingdom and a fire kingdom. When people are born with a soulmark from the opposite kingdom they are normally killed or their family hides the mark for them so no one can tell. A is the prince/princess of the ice kingdom and B is the prince/princess of the fire kingdom. When they're born with opposite marks their parents keep their marks hidden. When the two kings meet to keep peace and not start a war A and B join their meal and when they lock eyes they find themselves drawn to one another. When they excuse themselves to do something they reveal their marks to one another and touch hands, realizing they're unable to hurt one another. They agree to meet at the gate and have long chats about leaving home to be alone somewhere else. But when they leave the two kingdoms go to war and they know if they don't return people will die. When they return they do so holding hands, exposing their marks and revealing that they love one another. Their parents are shocked but don't know how to proceed. 7) A is an incredibly famous actress/actor who normally hides their mark to keep people from seeing it, but when it's leaked in a movie trailer by accident everyone desperately wants to have it. B is a baker who is trying to come up with more ideas for baked goods. When A comes in and sees B's mark they're annoyed and act rude thinking they're a fan who got the mark tattooed like many others have. B finds A incredibly obnoxious and explains they have no idea who they are but politely asks them to leave if they're going to be rude. A keeps coming back and trying new items while asking about B's soulmate. B claims that their soulmate is away, which A can tell is a lie. They end up growing closer and A invites B out to a movie premiere which B finds incredibly flashy but they agree because they do want to hang out with A. When it gets to the scene in the movie where A's soulmark is revealed they look over to see if B noticed but finds them asleep on their shoulder from baking all night to come up with another recipe. A is frustrated and decides to just come out to B and say it, surprising them. 8) (This one's long so I'll shorten it here by saying it's an AU where soulmate marks only form whenever soulmates kiss for the first time.) A is an incredibly famous musician who's known for being someone who is extremely money, sex, drugs, whatever. Person B is a model or an actor/actress who's famous but also known for being incredibly professional, doesn't drink or do drugs and is typically described as a buzzkill. When they're forced to work together for A's music video they're both annoyed. Person A finds B to be uptight and high maintenance and Person B finds A to be childish and annoying. A thinks the song is good while B makes an offhand comment that their songs aren't as good as they used to be. This upsets A and they leave the shoot telling everyone it's cancelled while B's boss tells them to fix it. They go to A's place to fix it but find A high out of their mind and insisting that B stay and that they can't call the hospital. B agrees and they listen to A go on about how B was right and that they worked on new songs and they have a moment but when A goes to kiss them B insists it isn't a good idea. When A comes down they remember everything and the two don't see each other for a while. But when they meet again to make the music video they find they have to kiss in a bathtub or something. When they kiss for the first time their soulmate marks form on their necks for the first time on camera and the music video ends with them pulling from each other and looking into each other's eyes as they realize they're soulmates. 9) A's a cam boy/cam girl that never shows their face while B constantly gets off too when they're alone. A and B form a kind of friendship. A's admits to never being really sold on the whole soulmate thing and doesn't really believe in it. B admits they do believe in soulmates but they've never met anyone with a mark that even looks remotely similar to theirs. A and B eventually start texting and talk about meeting up but never really end up doing it due to being too busy. When B tells them they just got a bonus and tell them they'll give the whole thing to see their face A tells them they like them and they'll do it for free if they send one back. They exchange nudes and B notices their soulmark on the back of A's neck. They immediately tell A they don't care how busy they are to meet them in person. A thinks it's just gonna be a hook up or something B just kisses them. A immediately sinks into it and B shows off their soulmark and A tells them they were actually really hoping their soulmate would be B. 10) A and B have known each other since they were kids. They have two incredibly similar soulmate marks but they're not completely identical. They become close friends and find themselves falling in love with each other as they get older. Neither one is brave enough to admit their feelings until they decide to tell each other on new years. But Person C shows up and their mark is identical to A's. B is devastated but happy for A. A is unhappy with C but assumes they're that way because of their feelings for B they've yet to get over. A tells C they're not ready to be intimate and C understands. When A's wedding comes up A finds them self looking at B the entire time longingly. A tells their family they aren't really ready to marry C and that they don't love them but B is the one that tells them it's okay. As A is about to say yes the ceremony is stopped and A's mom/dad admits they had A's mark tattooed to make it different from B's because they didn't want B to marry A. While A's other parent and the crowd are pissed A and B are just running into each others arms and just feel too complete to be angry in the moment.

[side-shawty]

Unsteady

Title: Unsteady

Fandom: DC

Type: one-shot

Prompt/Summary: “Teen batsis reader x batfam that has a Boyfriend that cheats on her? (the reader is older then damian but younger then tim or she just could be 14/15) You have awesome writing i really like it”

Pairing(s): Batfamily x sister!reader

Requested? YES by Anon

Bruce adopted you almost around the same time Tim came into the fold but you were two years younger than him. It was a few years after that that you had met your boyfriend, Will. The fact that you and Tim were close and age and Damian was younger never stopped the fact that all four of your brothers were and always would be extremely overprotective of you.

But that didn't change the fact that you couldn't stop your self from being utterly in love with Will since middle school and when he asked you to be his girlfriend after freshman year you were over the moon with happiness.

You had been together for almost a year after months of getting your father and brothers to promise not to threaten to kill him. You had finally introduced them all over dinner.

Threats were subtle but nothing too insane and Will was charming enough to win them over and you remember not being able to stop smiling as the conversation flowed easily.

But that was months ago.

And now you were walking from Will’s house after Alfred had just dropped you off with tears streaming down your face.

You pulled up your hood and hid your face from prying eyes and paparazzi. All you had to do was get to Jason’s safe house before you actually broke down.

But that thirty-minute walk would give you time to think about finding him shirtless on the couch with some brunette from your class. It would leave you thinking about how tight he held onto her as they kissed.

How loud your heart sounded as it broke in your chest.

How he didn’t even chase after you as you ran from that place at full speed.

You didn’t want to stay there, you had been trained and raised by some of the deadliest and most emotionally stunted people on the planet. So there wasn’t much restraining you from killing them.

20 minutes to Jason’s now.

You thought about everything. Every time he kissed you or hugged you. Every time he made you feel better when you were riddled with insecurities.

You thought about how he probably didn’t even care.

The first thing that drew you to him was that he was so different. He didn’t look at you as a prize to be won because you were “Bruce Wayne’s daughter” nor did he fetishize the fact that you were a beautiful young black woman. He saw you as a girl he really liked and wanted to get to know better.

He made your heart soar, you fantasized about telling your kids that your first was love was your last. But that was a pipe dream. You swiped at your eyes and felt a drop of rain land on your hand.

You hastened your steps. Less than 10 minutes to Jason’s now.

You didn’t really want to see your brother right now, you didn’t want to see anyone. That's why you didn’t call Alfred to get you or even hail a taxi to the manor. You just wanted to be alone and you hoped Jason wouldn’t be home.

By the time you stepped foot into the safe house, your clothes were soaked through. You toweled dry and thanked your lucky stars that Jason wasn’t here as you stole basketball shorts and a hoodie from his closet.

You decide to hole up in his room because his bed was more comfortable than the couch. You tucked yourself under the covers and finally let yourself cry until you drifted into unconsciousness.

———

The sound of the front door opening was the first thing that pulled you from your sleep. The second was the voices that quickly followed which made you sit up faster than your tired mind could comprehend.

“Her bag is here. Maybe she got caught in the rain,” You heard Tim say.

“She wasn’t caught in the rain, idiot, Alfred drove her,” Damian replied and you could picture them glaring at each other.

“Then why would she be here?” You heard Dick ask and suddenly everything that happened came rushing back and you forced yourself to hold in a sob as tears filled your eyes once again.

“Don’t know,” Jason replied, “She’s probably in my room.”

And with that, you heard the footsteps of your brothers as they headed closer to you.

Jason saw you first, hunched over with a hand to your mouth as you wept silently. They were all at your side in an instant, and that’s when you realized your father’s presence as he took a seat at the foot of the bed.

Surprisingly, he was the first to speak, “What happened, Y/N?” He asked in a voice so soft that all you wanted to do was cry harder.

You took a second to compose yourself as your brothers settled into their places, two on each side like bodyguards.

“Will,” you said and took a deep breath, squeezing your eyes shut as his name physically pained you to say.

Dick wrapped an arm around your shoulders before you continued.

“I went over to surprise him after Alfred and I made cookies and he was with a girl,” you told them leaning into your brother's side.

They were all silent for a beat.

“I’ll kill him,” Damian said.

“Right behind you,” Jason added pulling a gun from god knows where and cocking it. They both moved to stand.

Dick and Tim were both stunned into silence.

“No. No one’s killing anyone,” Your father said, standing commandingly at his full height. “Let me talk to your sister for a second,” he told them and they moved after giving you some kind of reassurance.

Before they were out the door Tim was asking Jason if he had a spare laptop here and Damian was asking about weapons. After the doors quiet click, your father moved to take Dick’s place beside you and wiped your tears with his thumbs before pulling you into a hug.

You cried hard into his shirt as he rubbed your back allowing you to let everything out. When you were finished he handed you a handkerchief and you couldn’t help but let out a laugh as you began to wipe at your face.

“Way to show your age Dad,” you said, voice raspy.

He shrugged and gave you a small smirk, “Comes in handy from time to time.”

“You got that right,” you said and began tracing his embroidered initials with your finger.

“Feeling a little better?” He asked and you only nodded.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“I just don’t understand,” you began, looking at him with glassy eyes, “Am I not enough?”

You’re more than enough Y/N/N. But the truth is men are idiots, no matter what age. One day he’s going to look back and realize that losing you was the biggest mistake he’s ever made in his life.

“And please don’t forget that you’re not alone in this. I know it probably felt like that at first which is why you came here but your brothers, Alfred, and I, we’re right here,” He said and you nodded.

“Thanks Dad,” you told him and he pulled you in for another hug.

After your heart to heart, the two of you joined your brothers in the living room and they spent the next hour cheering you up before heading home.

You watched movies in the living room and were fast asleep with your father on the couch before you even knew it.

Once they noticed the two of you were out for the night your brothers shared a look and headed for the Batcave.

———

“We’re doing this right?” Tim asked already suited and ready to go.

“Hell yeah,” Jason replied pulling his mask down.

“He deserves it and more,” Damian said, slipping on his boots.

Dick sighed, he was only participating so that they wouldn’t actually kill the kid.

The four of them were dressed in all black save for the terrifying masks that covered their faces. Since their father and sister both had them swear not to physically harm him they would mess with his mind instead.

They moved silently by rooftop and slipped into Will’s room undetected as the boy slept soundly.

Asshole.

They thought collectively before Jason threw a kunai into the headboard beside his pillow. He jumped awake almost instantly. They activated their voice modulators.

“What the hell is going on?!” He exclaimed and Damian subtly dropped a smoke bomb, letting the room fill eerily in a white cloud.

Tim moved quickly as lightening to put a hand over his mouth to silence him and placed a finger on the nonexisting lips of his blank doll mask.

“You will listen and nothing more,” Jason began voice deep. “We are the Spirits of Wayne Manor,” he continued as Tim stood back up, “You have hurt a most precocious resident and if you step foot on the residence again you will not make it out alive.”

He finished and the terror in Will’s eyes was just what Jason was after.

“You will make amends with the girl and then never darken her day with your presence again. Understood?” Damian said and Will nodded so fast they thought os head would fly off.

Tim stepped back and Dick approached him and blew sleep powder in the boy's face. He as asleep again before his head hit the pillow. Dick pulled the kunai out of the headboard and they all made a hasty exit as the smoke dissipated.

They stood on the roof of the building directly across from Will’s and watched as he woke up not 30 minutes later, clearly shaken but writing off whatever he just experienced as a dream.

“Mission accomplished,” Jason said before they all disappeared into the night.

[thesolitarystripe]

Writing Prompt 10: history of a building told through the perspective of the door. PT 2.

Consider today's entry a bit of therapy for me. As I had said in part 1 of this prompt that this was easy to write because I am living through this; this is my admission that I am also struggling with the process. I have a difficult time with change, as many humans do. I get very attached to people, places, objects and this home I am currently living in has been no different. While the idea of moving has been easier for Jason for reasons I completely understand, it has been very bittersweet for me. When we talked about it and I inevitably cried, he reminded me of how happy our new home will be to have us there, which only made me cry more (because imagine if inanimate objects actually had feelings). He suggested that I write about this door, my door. The big green door that is so much more than a door. This home has been the longest place I have lived since leaving my mom's house. It carries a lot of good and bad memories and like I say in the piece, I have hated and loved it. This is absolutely a piece that let me vent some of my feelings about it. Think what you will, perhaps it is a bit silly to tie so much emotion to drywall and wood but, this place means a lot to me. I am sad to leave it but I am excited at the prospect of building a home together, with Jason.

They had always known their time would come. The time when they were no longer needed. They were a steppingstone in the lives of their owners. Well, they were not technically owners but renters. Where the big green door lived, the house it was attached to and all the others built around it, they were rental homes. Most of them, anyway. There were a couple houses that had been lucky enough to have been purchased, like the green door’s neighbor. That family had lived there for over thirty years, raised a daughter, nourished their marriage, and now they had just brought home a new puppy. The green door had thought that perhaps its current tenant was the one who could stay but deep within the fibers of its wood, it knew she would leave. While the mutual feeling of being a home was nurtured by both parties, the Forest Home would not be her permanent home. That was okay. The green door loved all its renters but cared most for the woman who had stayed for so long. Together they built a home away from home despite the comings and goings of others, of pets, of friends, of lovers—The home stood tall and sheltered them all.

The green door and its drywall and studs were there during the rocky years, the ones where love did not fill every corner of the home. While it could shelter their girl from the wind and rain, it could do nothing against the hurricanes inside but offer quiet spaces for her to breathe a little easier when she was alone. When she looked in its mirrors and told herself that this was her forever, the home reflected her true image; it showed her the weariness under her eyes and the pain etched in her brow. This was not her forever. Not with this partner and not in this home. The green door did not wish for her to leave but to open her eyes to a life where love was possible. Much to the home’s pleasure, the second tenant left their walls shortly after he had moved in. It was just her and the green door now. The windows knitted themselves tightly. The locks strengthened their resolve to keep their precious cargo within, safe.

There were darker days within the home as their tenant reeled in the aftermath of that man’s destruction. The home could do nothing but keep the space warm and protected as she healed. Every day, the green door stood vigilant, solid as strangers walked over the home’s stoop. There was one night after the home had watched their tenant leave, they received an unannounced guest. The individual beat down the storm door that protected its green counterpart. When their tenant returned home, new puppy in hand, the green door wanted to reach through the airwaves and tell their girl who it was, what had happened, but language was not afforded to the house when it was built. It toiled endlessly; their tenant was locked out because of the damage to the outer door. It was getting dark, much too late and the green door could not swing open to let its girl inside where she belonged. Panicked, just like the woman who sat outside with this unfamiliar black dog, the green door waited. That was all it could do. After an hour with the woman unable to come inside, a man appeared. The green door recognized the face, he had visited quite a few times. The home was skeptical of his intentions still. After that first one, the green door, the walls, the floor, the yard, they all had the right to be wary.

The man was able to free the green door from the outer one and the wooden door was all too eager to swing open and allow the pair inside. Even through the chaos, the green door stood tall. There were whispered thanks in the middle of the night. A common little prayer their tenant lifted to all the house. ‘Thank you for keeping me safe, for sheltering me from the storms and those outside with bad intentions.’ The green door would cinch his wood a little tighter, a bit prouder. They kept her safe with everything they had. This new guy stuck around, he moved in. The green door was staunchly opposed as the shower had only just started to wipe away the woman’s tears a little less over the last six months. They were healing. Yet, limited in ways of communicating, the door could do nothing but open on its hinges and allow him inside.

Homes were not psychics or fortune tellers, they had as much insight as those that lived within them. The man that moved in, the one that every wire and vent first opposed, was a breath of fresh air within their walls. The green door felt that familiar creeping warmth, the crawl of a new feeling entering every nook and cranny. Suddenly, there was laughter and light in the home. Love was draped over everything, and the green door was happy to have been wrong. Much to the home’s surprise, they were invited to an incredibly special event, one they did not often get to see because other venues took more precedence. The green door watched as the man fell to a knee and asked their girl to marry him. The whole house rippled with excitement, almost as much as the family and friends who were present did. There was electricity within the home for the months following.

When the joy of the news began to simmer and dull, the green door came to the realization that this was the home’s sign. The change was coming. The girl would move, almost assuredly, she would. That is what most did when they were starting a family. The Forest Home was never her forever. It knew that. While it felt like their truth, the green door had always known better; so, when she found a new home with her husband, it did not come as a shock. Although, it did hurt a bit more than the others who had come and gone. The green door did not fret. The home felt her apprehension mixed with excitement, all balled up into a bittersweet feeling. It was time to grow and subsequently, time to go. The tears the home had fought to keep from her, returned. While it had not been her husband’s home for exceptionally long, and in the grand scheme of life her time within the Forest Home was only a blip—those several years had lifetimes packed into them. She hated and loved the home. Hated it for the dark memories first made within it, and loved it for the healing and growth it saw her through. It was the birthplace of her new love, of those first precious memories together. She had wept tears into the floorboards, pressed laughter into the ceiling, and let bouts of anger flow out of the windows. This was home. It would always be home so long as the Forest Home stood. When her fingers ran across the doorknob, the home felt every ounce of her appreciation for its existence; the front door only wished it could express the same.

On the final day, when she had packed all her belongings and stashed them away in a van, she stood outside and looked at the green door. The trees that had been her peace, swayed in the wind as if to reassure her that wherever she went, their consciousness would follow in every root and stem. She would not be alone. Yet, her hand lingered on the door as she felt the pull of home within the wood. She could not bring herself to speak but patted the green door as silent tears fell down her cheeks. One last time, the home wished it could protect its tenant, soak up her tears and see her into the next day, a happier day. But it was no longer the Forest Home’s duty, even though it wanted the honor of doing it. The green door pressed against her hand one last time before her skin drifted away and she turned to leave, on her lips was one last ‘thank you.’ Then she was gone.

The green door watched with a heavy heart but knew that wherever she went, she would be protected. It was the grandest duty of every home and all of them were eager to fulfill it. The trees would guide her way. Despite the door’s confidence, as his tenant had done so many times, it gave its thoughts to the ethers in hopes it would reach her destination.

‘To the next home, protect her from the storms both physical and metaphorical. Let love invade every plank and fixture. Take care of her like we did.’

Then the green door settled its hinges, resting in the silence that followed. It looked out into the forests, a somber aura around it but it was also hopeful. Soon, they would be home to a new heart. A steppingstone. A place to call home away from home. Painful as it could be the green door would not have had it any other way.