#the feedback was that we were really good and the judges loved us??? and that our technique was fantastic and we were excellent????

[ell-if-i-know]

IM SO PISSED OFF I'M SO PISSED OFF ONE POINT AWAY FROM GOLD???? ONE???? WE HAD NO NEGATIVE FEEDBACK????? LIKE AT LEAST IF WE WEREN'T GOOD ENOUGH FOR GOLD LIKE LAST YHEAR GIVE US CONSTRUCTIVE CRITISISM AND HOW TO IMPROVE BUT THERE WAS NO REAL CRITISISMS YOU HAD TO OFFER????. NONE????? BITCH?????

[milaeth]

୨୧┊ 𝐈. 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒. ( charles leclerc )

ꖛ ─ you’re reading part one ∿ part two ∿ part three ( coming soon )

✧.* pairings ─ charles leclerc x fem! singer! reader

✧.* genre ─ social media au ⨾ fluff & chaotic

✧.* summary ─ in which your best friend George gets fed up with watching you and Charles secretly yearn for each other while claiming to be just friends. so, when you lose a bet to George, he takes control of your social media accounts for 24 hours, using the opportunity to help you make a move on your crush.

✧.* face claim ─ suki waterhouse

✧.* warnings ─ none, this is just really chaotic lol

✧.* mily’s thoughts ─ this is my first time writing a social media au so pls give me feedback! also, this is not proofread! btw feel free to leave requests <33

˗ˏ ➶ IMESSAGE ➜ w/ princess george . ✧ ˚

princess george: You know what, y/n?

y/n: no

princess george: I have the feeling that i’m gonna get a podium today!

y/n: what made you think that💀 not to crush your dreams princess, but i heavily doubt that

princess george: Wow, you’re so supportive. Why should I not be able to get a podium??

y/n: keyword: shitty car

princess george: Oh, yeah, I forgot about that… But i don’t care, i will manifest it (that’s what you always do, isn’t it?)

y/n: yeah sure..

princess george: You don’t believe me? Fine! Let’s make a bet then.

y/n: it’s way too early for this shit

princess george: Blahblahblah🙄

y/n: 💀 george i’m busy

princess george: Busy writing sad love songs about Charles or what??

y/n: …

princess george: Exactly. Now let’s do this!

y/n: why are you so eager to make this bet

princess george: Oh I just want to rub in your face that I was right afterwards

y/n: lovely.. but fine, start talking ig

princess george: Finally!

princess george: I predict that i’m gonna finish P3. Your prediction?

y/n: p11❤️

princess george: And now realistically…

y/n: p6

princess george: Thanks.

y/n: and what are the drawbacks?

princess george: I don’t know, maybe the loser has to hand over their main social media accounts to the winner for 24 hours. The loser isn’t allowed to use their main accounts in that time, only their private ones.

y/n: absolutely not

princess george: Aww you’re a scaredy cat?

y/n: no i just don’t trust you with my social media accounts💀

princess george: Okay fair enough

princess george: But c’mon, it’s gonna be fun! Only for 24h

y/n: fine but the winner can’t post anything too bad

princess george: Sure, sure. So, deal?

y/n: deal! and good luck (i hope you dnf)

princess george: Lovely as always

[ seen 12:03pm ]

georgerussell63

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georgerussell63 P3!!!! We keep on moving🔥🔥

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user471 was a close call but congratulations!

user172 carlos deserved it more, you literally pushed him off

user93 he didn’t push carlos off but okay💀

user425 so happy for you!

user65 it should’ve been carlos

charles_leclerc congrats on p3 mate!!🔥

georgerussell63 Congratulations on P2! I nearly got you, watch your back next time😉

charles_leclerc let’s highlight the word “nearly”😉

user976 so happy to see you on the podium again🫶

yourusername still convinced you bewitched half of the grid to let you pass them

georgerussell63 Creative but no, I just had a great motivation😊😊

˗ˏ ➶ IMESSAGE ➜ w/ princess george . ✧ ˚

princess george: Well well well, look who lost our bet…

y/n: 😐

princess george: C’mon give me the password to all your main accounts so i can log in😁

y/n: what if i were suicidal.

princess george: Honestly sounds like a you problem.

y/n: fuck you.

princess george: Still waiting for the passwords😊

y/n: fine, but remember, only for 24 hours!

princess george: Yeah, yeah. Now give them to me.

y/n: … insta is “503_UedusEiotSrk03” & twitter is “eZiyjDbbvwKi_zu_14806”

princess george: Damn, those are some ugly passwords!

y/n: are you seriously judging my PASSWORDS rn💀💀

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scuderiaferrari

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scuderiaferrari That’s ice cold🧊🥶 #F1 #P2 #Charles16

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user47 dayuumm🤭

user21 no one could ever get me into one of those things😭

yourusername That’s a sight I could get used to🥵🔥

landonorris don’t ever say or write that again.

urusername_alt🔒 @yourusername you really make me want to kms

yourusername @urusername_alt🔒 Aw, appreciate it❤️😉

landonorris y/n have you officially lost it?? why are you talking to yourself💀

user275 did we all see that or am i crazy💀

user164 yep we all saw that💀💀

yourusername

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yourusername "eyes that confess, while lips whisper 'just friends.'" my new single “just friends” is out now!!🤍 (yes, another single about my crush😘)

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user937 THIS IS SO GOOD AND HEARTBREAKING WTF

lewishamilton already on repeat🔥

user25 i cried my eyes out to this.

landonorris this is a BANGER

user12 how is this so cute yet so sad💀

˗ˏ ➶ IMESSAGE ➜ w/ princess george . ✧ ˚

y/n: HPW COULD YOU

y/n: I GO TO BED AND THIS IS WHAT YOU DO??

princess george: i have no idea what you’re talking about.

y/n: OH PLEASE YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHAT YOU DID

princess george: Uhmmm nope.

y/n: YOU POSTED ONE OF MY DRAFTS

y/n: AND NOT JUST ANY DRAFT

y/n: NO, YOU POSTED THE ONE ABT MY SINGLE💀

y/n: IM GETTING EMAILS FROM MY PR TEAM BC I WAS SUPPOSED TO POST THAT ON TUESDAY

princess george: Oh, yeah, my finger slipped🫢🫢

y/n: your finger must’ve slipped multiple times then bc the caption is somehow a different one💀 not to forget the twitter thing

princess george: Oops?

princess george: Besides, I only added one sentence.

y/n: are you fucking serious

princess george: It was an accident.

y/n: ACCIDENT MY ASS YOU EMBARRASSED ME IN FRONT OF EVERYONE!!! AND TOLD PEOPLE ITS ABOUT CHARLES WTF

princess george: To be fair that was predictable when we set the rules to this bet. And I didn’t directly say the single is about charles.

y/n: you did directly say that💀

y/n: istg i’m gonna beat you up the next time i see you

princess george: Should I be worried..?

y/n: definitely.

y/n: you give me so many seasons to kill you. this is literally the 19th one

princess george: Make it 20…

y/n: george. what do you mean.

princess george: I might’ve given you another season. On accident!!

princess george: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cu-IkZstViy/?img_index=1

y/n: oh no

f1wags

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f1wags Love is in the air, and our radar has picked up some juicy rumors! It seems like the friendship between the singer Y/N L/N and Charles Leclerc is turning into something more than just a casual relationship. Get ready for the scoop as we take a closer look at the blossoming relationship between these two stars!

Y/N and Charles first crossed paths through their mutual friend George Russell, but it seems their connection has deepened over time. On late Sunday, Y/N dropped a bombshell by announcing her upcoming single to her social media followers, accompanied by a captivating caption. The last sentence read, "another single about my crush😘," which made fans curious and hopeful for more.

The plot thickened when Y/N responded to a tweet and saying that the song was indeed inspired by her "bae," none other than talented Formula 1 driver Charles Leclerc. The revelation left followers shaking with excitement, and it's clear that the connection between the two goes deeper than mere friendship.

But that's not all! Observant watchers have noticed the undeniable chemistry between Y/N and Charles, catching glimpses of their interactions when they thought no one was watching. Ah, the power of love! Charles might have forgotten that the public has eyes everywhere, but we certainly haven't missed a beat.

The burning question on everyone's mind is: what's behind their friendship? Is it just a playful crush or something much more intense? Could Y/N L/N be a new f1 wag? Time will tell, but for now we can't help but root for this potential power couple.

So stay tuned, gossip lovers, because there's more to come from Y/N L/N and Charles Leclerc. Whether it's a steamy romance or just a close friendship, we'll be here keeping our eyes peeled for any hint of what's going on behind the scenes. Love may be a game of mystery, but they've forgotten that we're experts at unraveling the truth. Keep your eyes open, folks!

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user79 y’all really don’t know how to mind your own business

user943 why are people making such a big deal out of this like they’re just friends and y/n was probably just drunk or smth when she said those things🙄🙄 ITS NOT THAT SERIOUS!!

user27 you guys really don’t have a life huh💀

user375 who tf is this blondie

user50 girl stfu that’s literally my wife

user697 AAAA i really hope this is real bc they’re so cute💖

˗ˏ ➶ IMESSAGE ➜ w/ princess george . ✧ ˚

y/n: 💀💀💀

princess george: I’m starting to feel bad now..

y/n: good, you should💀

y/n: i’m gonna apologize to charles now

princess george: Why, It’s not your fault.

y/n: you’re right, it’s yours. but you said all those things with my account so it looks like it’s my fault lol

princess george: I’m really sorry, I took it a little far!

y/n: a little is good💀 but dw it’s okay, i know you only meant it jokingly, i’ll tell everyone it was you and not me once the 24 hours are over

princess george: 👍 Good luck talking to Charles. And don’t forget to confess to him before I do it for you😉😉

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© milaeth | 2023

[xentualzzz]

late night shopping

pairing: E42!Miles Morales x Fem!Reader

summary: you forced Miles to go to target with you at 2:00 am.

warnings: light cursing, use of mami and papi but not in a weird way, miles is aged up to 19 and the reader is 18.

miles: purple

you: pink

a/n: this is my first post so please don't judge! also, give me feedback on what you think about it.

a/n: if you want a part 2 and you want to be tagged, comment.

(part 2 is up)

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You were staying the night at Miles' apartment because he didn't want you to leave.

You and Miles were cuddling in the sweethearts cradle position.

His left arm wrapped around your shoulder, your left hand on his chest tracing his pectorals and his abs, your left leg over his right, you loved being so close to him.

He was always so warm.

~

~

You woke up around 2am to Miles softly snoring.

Admiring his features as the moon illuminated his face, tracing his jawline, moving his braids off his shoulder.

'why is this man so fine?'

Anyways, you moved his hand off your shoulder and grabbed your phone.

You tapped the screen to see the time was 2:13 am.

You didn't really care about the time, you were used to waking up so early.

You scrolled through your notification center and saw that Target is having a sale on fairy lights.

'yes! finally!'

You went to the app and saw they only had one box of lights left.

'oh shit. I NEED to get these right now.'

You put your phone back down and turned around towards Miles to see him still sleeping with his back facing you.

You put your hand on his shoulder.

"Miles."

"Babe."

"Morales."

You sighed, he still didn't wake up yet.

You put you hands on his shoulder and hip and got really close to his face.

"Papi." while shaking him.

Miles turned his head towards you but not his body.

"Hm. Yes Mami?"

'oh my gosh that morning voice, and those eyes.'

Miles smirked at you.

He knew exactly what were you were thinking.

"Mami. You good?"

He flipped over towards you.

You let go of him.

"my bad, yea i'm good."

"Can we go to Target?? Pleaseeee?"

"Are you being serious?"

"Yes. Remember how I told you i've always wanted to decorate my room with fairy lights?"

"Mhm."

"There's only one more box left at Target. Please amor I'm BEGGING you to take me."

"Mami. It's like 1 or 2am in the morning. "

"I'm not going all the way to Target."

He flipped back over with his back facing you.

You put your hands on his hip and shoulder again.

"But I really want to get the last boxxx." you whined.

"And you know what I want?"

You tilted your head.

"Sleep."

"Please?"

"No."

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You and Miles were walking out of Target with a bag in your hand.

"Thank you so much Miles."

Miles yawned.

"I'm still tired as hell so you owe me."

"Don't worry. When we get back to your apartment I have to something to show you."

You gave him a seductive smile as you two stepped into Miles' car.

"Oh? What is it Mami?"

Miles grinned back at you.

"I'll show you tomorrow night."

~

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a/n: i really hope you guys liked this!

part 2 is below

edited

[the-modern-typewriter]

How do ik my writings good? It's my first story and so far it's been stressful cause I don't know if I'm doing anything right. I understand that writings a skill that'll build overtime but I have Noone that can give me critiques or tell what's ik doing right. All I get is it good which is nice but it's not beneficial 😅. So idk how to judge my self accurately

Part 1: How to ask for feedback

One way to get around just 'this is good' as feedback (especially when it comes from well-meaning places, like people who love you, so you don't know if you can trust it) is to ask some follow up questions.

This is partly because it helps you figure out what you're going for in a story/what's important, can be a way of checking if you conveyed what you wanted to convey etc. This is also partly because giving good feedback is as much of a learned skill as writing is. The questions can help anyone giving you feedback along because they don't necessarily know what you want or what would be helpful or where to start.

This can be questions that you submit alongside the piece or it can be questions you ask the person after. E.g. 'I was going for X, is this the impression you got?' This can be more or less complicated depending on who the reader is. So, if it is another writer, it might be more technical. If it's a kind friend, it might be 'did you see the ending coming?'

(The questions will depend on you/your story and what it is that you specifically want feedback about. There are many lists of 'questions to ask beta readers' floating around on the internet if you're not sure where to start.)

The questions can help bypass 'good', because no one wants to be mean, but if you ask the right questions it can help highlight if there are any issues in the story etc.

Leading to...

Part 2: It really does come with time/you as the writer/editing skill

Critique and feedback is fantastic and often validating. Most writers (myself included) adore feedback. Yay feedback!

However, the other skill you will developing alongside writing is editing and reflecting on your writing. This might include questions you ask yourself like:

E.g. Is this what I set out to achieve? On on a technical level, does this sentence flow nicely or am I catching on it? Is there a stronger word I could use here? Are there any boring bits?

Reading books you enjoy and figuring out what they're doing can help with this - and so can reading books and figuring out what you don't like about them and why. Both are part of the same skillset, it's just harder to do with your own work.

Final editing note: leave space between finishing a story and going back to it with an editing/'is this good' hat on. You will be blind to your own words straight after the writing process. Coming back in a week or two with fresh eyes can give you a much clearer perspective.

A first draft is often stressful and we are often not sure about it and honestly it often does need work or changes. That doesn't mean your writing is bad. It means it's a first draft and 75% of really brilliant writing is editing.

Part 3: Very important caveat

Good can mean 'I enjoyed writing this.'

You are on your first story! That's so exciting :D

While I've tried to give some practical advice in this post, honestly in the same way that someone who goes running for the first time probably isn't immediately training for a marathon, I'd also seriously argue you don't need to worry about technical ability on your first story. Or your second. Or your third!

Your first job is deciding if you actually like writing, same as with any hobby you might try. It's playing around with things and experimenting, because if you do like writing, that's what will make your writing your writing over any prescriptive guide you might read about writing craft. It's taking a stab at a story idea you had and seeing what happens.

My first pieces of writing were technically terrible. This is an example of my not even first piece of writing, but near the start of my journey:

I posted it back in 2018 with comments on how I would improve it with hindsight. I maintain it's an excellent example of the fact that writing is a skill you build over time. I know you know that. But I think there's a difference between intellectually knowing that and seeing it in action.

I hope this helps!

Good luck and try to have fun <3

[russellsppttemplates]

It's time I take a stepback (Mick Schumacher)

Becoming parents of three makes you and Mick wonder if a change in the routine is the best option

Note: english is not my first language. I'm a sucker for dad!driver as I've said before, so here's another piece!

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

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Tw: pregnancy

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"So no more work for me?", you frowned. For all you knew, this was going to be a regular check up with your OB, but it didn't seem like the ones you had been in before.

"It's my advice, yes", she noted, "even though your last pregnancies were fine, and we are expecting this one to be, too, its better to be safe. The guidelines we have for people your age and with these numbers suggest that, whenever it is possible, you should rest more towards the end of the pregnancy". As she typed what you assumed your leave on the computer, your husband grabbed your hand in his, resting it on your thigh, squeezing it lightly.

"Should we keep an eye out for anything?", Mick questioned, "the usual signs, really. I know it's only busier now since you have your two little ones at home, but resting as much as possible while still keeping active, drinking loads of water and good eating. If there is anything suspicious, you can just call me or text me", she smiled, handing you the copy and getting up, "thank you so much, have a nice day", you managed to say.

The walk back to the car was done in silence, Mick closing the door on your side before getting to the driver's seat, "whatever you want to say, you can say it now, liebling. I've been with your for a long time and I know when you are keeping something, and you know I won't judge your thoughts", he teased, finding his attempt at making you smile successful.

"What does she mean 'with people your age and numbers'? Was she calling me fat? Or old? Probably both of them", you grumbled, looking to see your husband in a fit of giggles, "Liebling, I'm sorry", he excused himself, "I don't think she meant it in that way, she's just looking out for you and our babygirl. And, fortunately, we can work with what she advised", he reasoned, "besides, Sebastian and Aurora will love the idea of having us around a little more now".

"Still think she called me old and fat", you mumbled, seeing one of your favourite bakeries, "Oh, Mick, can we go there, my love? A croissant would be really good right now", you pouted, smiling when he flickered on the turn signal, "I have the best husband in the world!".

On your way home, you stopped by your workplace, handing in the maternity leave and saying a "see you soon" to all your colleagues before you went to pick up the kids. Aurora couldn't hide her surprise when she saw both of her parents by the gate, "Hey, mama! Hey, papa! Why are you both here today?", she quizzed, holding her hands out so the three of you could walk side by side, "I'm going to take some time off work, so we can spend some more time together from now on", you said as you checked of she fastened her seatbelt properly once you got to the car, "and to rest, too, let's not forget that part", Mick chipped in.

It started raininh when you arrived at Sebastian's pre-school, so Mick grabbed an umbrella and left you and Aurora in the car. "You are okay, right, mama? You're staying home because you need to rest, that's all, right?", your oldest asked, looking into your eyes through the rear view mirror. Unbucklibg your seat belt, you moved around in the space you had so you could face her, "yes, Rora. I'm all good, there's nothing to worry about. Mama just needs rest, and it's always nice that we get to spend more time together, right?", you soother her worries, seeing Seb and Mick walk to the car, "uh-oh", your daughter said, "Sebastian just walked into a big water puddle", she pointed out. Chuckling at your little boy's antics as his father picked him up, you couldn't help but shake your head, "see? It's always nice to have more hands on deck".

"Hi mama! Hi, Rora!", Sebastian greeted, pressing a sloppy kiss on his sister's cheek, "how are you and baby sister?", he asked, "we're doing good, my love. And how was your day?", you asked, fastening your belt again while Mick drove home, "it was good! But now my feet are wet, I have to change when I get home".

While Mick took care of dinner with Seb's help, you helped Aurora with her homework, coming out of her bedroom when Sebastian called, "Mama, Rora!", he yelled as he walked inside after knocking on the door, "Papa and I made lasagna! It's not as good as Oma's, but it's pretty close!", he smiled proudly at their achievement, holding your hand as he helped you down the stairs.

"I hope you didn't start eating without us", Sebastian threatened, "of course we didn't, we know mama takes a little longer on the stairs now", Aurora reasoned, tapping your baby bump cutely as she went around you to sit at the table, "I want that crispy bit, please".

The bedtime routine went smoothly as you both read stories to Aurora and Sebastian, kissing their foreheads goodnight, "I'm so tired I feel like I could sleep right here", you chuckled, arranging the pillows on the sofa.

"Do you want to go back upstairs? I can finish this here quickly and I'll join you in a bit", Mick offered, seeing you contemplate, "you really don't mind?", you squinted, "no, I don't. Go upstairs, beautiful", he added, kissing your lips as he ushered you up the stairs.

As much as you didn't like to admit it, this pregnancy was taking a big toll on you. You had two kids that despite being pretty good and calm still required your attention and energy, and as you approached the third trimester, you started to feel that the mandated rest from your doctor was actually a good decision.

"Oh, you're in bed already?", Mick asked when he closed the bedroom door, seeing you tucked in bed. He quickly did his nighttime routine, grabbing the bottle of oil on his way so he could sit next to you.

"Hi, baby girl", he began, taking the cap off and depositing some on your bump, "you're going to be a lot calmer, we hope, since mama is taking some time off", he kissed your belly button, "we are all going to do something to help her and make sure she doesn't run herself ragged".

"And what is papa going to do? Everytime mama looks at him, she gets even more flustered", you ran your fingers through his hair, teasing him slightly and not expecting his answer, "well, papa had been thinking about retiring", he gulped, looking up at you as his hands continued the ministrations on your skin.

"What?", you fixed your position, sitting properly against the headboard so you could face your husband, "where's this coming from?".

"It's not new, before you think this is because of today's appointment", Mick began, "I've been thinking about retiring so I can be home for you and the kids. With Rora, it was the first time so we managed it, and with Seb we just winged it and went along, but three kids? It's a whole different experience. I can tell that it's a lot more tiring, and while some things get easier because of experience, I wouldn't want you to have to manage three kids on your own", he explained.

"And you'd just leave motorsport? You would stop racing?", you asked, unsure of you were getting his point.

"Yes. I have won championships, I've raced competitively to my heart's content. I have a career that I'm proud of, that I'd like to tell my children about when they grow older. And I also want to spend more time with them, with you. I want to be able to help and be more present in their lives", he reasoned.

"You are present in their lives, Mick", you reasoned, "I know, liebling. But retiring would mean that I'm almost always here, and I want that", he rubbed his thumb on your hand, smoothing the skin, "I've spoken to Toto, and the team are okay with waiting a little bit. They have plans for either way, so it's just a matter of my decision, of our decision".

"You've given this some thought", you mumbled, "and no matter where this goes, my position is the same. As long as it makes you happy, we will be here to support you", you smiled, grabbing his hand and kissing it before placing it back in your bump, playing with his fingers, "I would never want you to give up something that you love so much, but if you want to do it, then me, Rora, Seb and Harriet are going to be here for you", you smiled.

"Thank you, liebling", he kissed your lips, "I love you. Also", he pointed out, "Harriet, hm?".

"I've been thinking about names and Harriet came up. Just trying it out and see how it flows, you know?", you cuddled him, kissing his chest, "I love you so much, Mick".

.

Arriving at home, Mick helped Aurora and Sebastian out of the car before they walked up to the living room together, "when I left them here to go and pick you up from Oma's, Harriet was still asleep, so we have to keep quiet, okay?", he checked, seeing the kids nod as he opened the door.

"Can we come in? I have an excited big sister and big brother here", Mick said as they walked inside. Aurora held her brother's hand in hers, urging him to go in front of her, "go, you can do this", she whispered on his ear.

The small encouragement didn't go unnoticed by you and Mick, deciding to comment on it later, "she was just asleep but she woke up, I guess she's very excited to meet you two", you smiled, arranging the pillows so both kids could sit on either side of you while they peeked at their baby sister, Mick crouching in front of you, "can I give her a kiss, mama?", your son asked, carefully kissing his sister's cheek when you nodded. The baby made a noise that caught him off guard, "Oh, she didn't like it?", he pouted, tears welling in his eyes.

Quickly, Mick caught on the moment, "no, Seb, none of that. She just didn't expect it, maybe. You know when me and mama go to your room to wake you up? You don't like it a lot, right? It's almost the same for Harriet, she wasn't counting on it, that's all", he encouraged, gesturing for his son to try again, this time seeing Aurora do the same as the baby sighed in content, "see? She's happy now, she loves those kisses", Mick finished, looking up and seeing you with teary eyes.

"It's our family, let me cry all I want", you sniffed, "they're happy tears anyway", you announced, kissing all of the children's foreheads before puckering your lips to kiss your husband's.

Later, Mick found himself feeding Harriet while you played with Aurora and Sebastian. He hadn't been home for long, but he could see how you were juggling it. You were still recovering from giving birth, but like he had predicted, three kids was a lot. His mother had stopped by for dinner, taking control of the kitchen as she baked one of her roasts.

"Thank you for this", he said to Corinna, "I don't know how you two have managed this when I wasn't here", he admitted.

"We found it in ourselves", Corinna began, "and she also spoke to me about your plans, or the option that is on the table, I guess", she clarified, wanting to hear more about it from her son.

"I feel accomplished in my career, for now at least. And I want to be involved in their lives. I never felt like dad was not involved because he always made the effort, and I want to do the same. And I want to be there when they wake up, to get them from school, and three kids requires a lot more juggling. I don't want Y/N to have to do all of that juggling, or to stop chasing her dreams because of motherhold", he reasoned, "we're in this together, and I think it's time I take a stepback".

"Corinna, they are asking for you. I may be biased, but they have some pretty cute drawings to show you. Ambiguous when it comes to what they represent, but cute nonetheless", you smiled, seeing your mother in-law wipe her hands on the kitchen towell and heading to the living room where you just were.

"Hi, little bug", you cooed, seeing Harriet resting happily in her father's chest, "you just found the comfiest spot ever, didn't you? I have to share it with three of you now".

"It's a good thing that I'll be here more often then", Mick stated, kissing the top of her head and moving to kiss yours too.

"Are you sure about that?", you asked, looking for any uncertainty in his eyes. You had known him all your life, so it wasn't hard to look for the light fog in his eyes or his nervous eyebrow twitch. But you were met instead with a peaceful expression, eyes glossy and happy. "I'm sure, liebling. I spoke to Toto this morning and I'm retiring. I want to be here with you", he confirmed, feeling your arms wrap around his torso, "I'm so proud of you, Mick, we all are. And I bet the kids will love having your around even more".

"Are you saying their mother won't love having me around more?", he teased, smirking at you, "Oh, as soon as this is all working, their mother knows exactly what to do with that time".

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341 days of foreplay

A/N: this used to be my most popular fic on here before I accidentally deleted everything. originally posted back in march/april, was some of the first smut I ever wrote, so keep that in mind, there's probably so many mistakes in this, I haven't edited it. also I changed the title, it used to be called i should've worshipped you sooner (gif in the moodboard is by my love @fightingdragonswithwho )

summary: Spencer overhears his roommate, Y/n, confess her true feelings for him.

warnings: Spencer Reid x reader, smut, roommates, drinking, chess, love confessions, kissing, orgasm denial, alcohol consumption, oral (male and female receiving), impact play, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, fingering, creampie, cumplay, dirty talk, praise, degradation, choking, spit kink, overstimulation, dom Spencer vibes 

word count: 3911

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You had been Spencer’s roommate for almost a year now, and for all of that time, you’d been hopelessly in love with him.

You often think that if his work didn’t take him out of state so often, you’d probably come clean about your feelings much sooner.

It was Friday night, and Spencer still hadn’t come home yet, from California you think you remember him texting you a few days ago? So here you were, in the kitchen, trying to open a bottle of wine. 

“You really shouldn’t mix wine and beer”, your friend’s voice boomed from your phone.

“Well, what do you want me to do, Eleanor? Just stop drinking after 2 beers?” you mocked, struggling with the cork. “This is not a 2 beers kind of day, so yeah, I’m switching to wine since it’s the only option that I have here. It’s that or stop, which is just, no.”

Even through the screen, Eleanor gave you her best disappointed parent expression and it stung. How had she perfected that? Shaking her head, she sighed, “you really need to move out.”

Popping the wine bottle open, you pointed the corkscrew at her, “don’t,” you warned, “I don’t wanna hear about it!”

“You can’t keep living with someone that you are head over heals for! Either tell him or move out and move on.”

“Or I could just keep drinking alone on a Friday night, and then go snooping through his things.” You raised the bottle up to cheers the screen, then took a large swig of it.

“What, your gonna become an alcoholic?”

“Hey, don’t judge my coping mechanisms little miss ‘I spent 3 months' wages in 1 minute after getting dumped by Sandra’. And who was so kind as to support you and lend you some money in order to get by, oh yeah that’s right, me, your oldest friend.”

She took a deep sigh, “fine. What are we drinking?”, then you saw her pick up her phone and move to her kitchen. 

“Yes!” you squealed, “I promise, I won’t even mention him the entire evening.”

“It's just like, when he talks with his hands, which is always, which is also always because he always rambles, they are just so, urgghhh” you slurred, and bent over the kitchen counter in order to get closer to the screen, because your vision wasn’t the best at the moment. “pretty. But also like, I want to feel them everywhere on, and inside me. And the veins, oh fuck…”

Eleanor was totally spacing out on her end of the line, so you just continued. “like the other day, he got home and was soooo mad, like only once in a blue moon mad. And I know that it’s kinda wrong of me to just be lusting after him in such a tough moment for him, but damn!”, taking another gulp of your now much lighter bottle. “He just looked, god, so good.” You almost moaned. “His delicious forehead vein was popping out, fuck I just wanna lick it. Like, he gets so petty, but in the hottest way! Fucking, just bend me over right then and there, and go at it for hours!” you carelessly set the bottle down on the counter, “I’d let him do anything he’d want! and I’m talking like some Erika Lust shit. Choke me, slap me, say open up and I’ll happily let him spit in my mouth”

“God, you need to get laid,” Eleanor complained. 

“I know, but I only want him. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to even think about anyone else in that way,” you admitted. 

“Aw, babes, you will”, she said with a sad smile, then looked up to the side “oh, it’s 1:05, I’m sorry, I really need to go to bed, but we’ll talk more tomorrow?”

“Yeah, sleep well” you sighed.

“And hey, don’t go fall asleep in his bed!” she quickly added before ending the call.

“That was one time!” you said to now no one.

Feeling slightly dizzy from the alcohol in your system, you leaned your head against the cool countertop. 

Hearing the sink turn on behind you, you whipped around, startled to find the aforementioned Spencer standing there, filling the kettle with water. 

“Jesus Christ! Spencer, what are you doing here?” you screeched. 

Breathing out a small chuckle, “as far as I’m aware, Y/n, I live here.”

“Yeah, I know that, I mean what are you doing home?”

Setting down the now filled kettle in its holder to boil, he turned to you, “the case ended, ergo I’m home now. That’s how it works, Y/n.” 

He kept on saying your name, making you shutter at the way it sounded. “You just usually give a heads-up first”.

He sighed, clearly not in the mood for this conversation, “yeah, well I didn’t.” 

Maybe it had been a tough case? God, if he kept up this mood for any longer, your ovaries were going to explode. 

Suddenly remembering the topic of the convocation you just had with Eleanor, your eyes widened, “ho-how long have you been home?”

“Why?” he said with a tiny smirk.

“Oh, no, I just, I didn’t hear the door or anything” you trailed off.

“Well, you were pretty loud, so it makes sense.”

“I-“ fuck, your heartbeat was raising, “um, did you hear?”

Narrowing his eyes, looking you up and down, taking in your nervousness, “would you really let me do anything I’d want?” 

You let out a shaky breath.

“Because, Y/n,” he moved closer to you, ”there are so many things I wanna do to you.”

Not truly believing his words, you asked, “you do?”

Choosing not to answer with words, he grabbed your face and kissed you fiercely, letting his tongue dance across yours. Humming into it, the combo of the feeling of the kiss mixed with the alcohol made the world spin, so you clutched onto his forearms for support. 

Abruptly pulling away, he studied your eyes, “you’re drunk.”

“Guilty as charged!” you beamed, moving your hands down his body.

Catching them before they could touch what they desired, “no.”

“What? If you don’t want to, then why did you just kiss me?” the words rushed out of you.

Chuckling lightly, he held your hands in his, “trust me, I do.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I really like you. I’ve known it for a while.”

“You do?” you smiled as you moved to kiss him again, but he turned his head before your lips could meet.

“But your drunk.”

“So what?”

“Y/n, I can’t with good conscience just bend you over and fuck you in the kitchen when you are drunk.”

Letting go of him, you leaned back against the cold slab and spread your legs a bit, “you could though, I want you to”, grabbing ahold of his hand, you moved it between your legs, “I’m yours if you want me.”

Growling, he closed his eyes. 

“Please” you whispered, grinding into his hand, trying to find some form of relief. 

Snapping his eyes open, his hand started to move, just a bit, moving up and down over your covered pussy. “Is this what you want?”

Shuttering, you replied, “yes.”

With a smirk, his hand moved inside of your pants, cursing under his breath when he felt just how wet you were, “is this all for me?”

Lips now slightly parted, you nodded hard.

Using two fingers, he pressed hard down on your clit, drawing tight circles. Bending down to kiss along your jaw and down your neck he asked amidst the kisses, “do you really want me to choke you,-“ kiss, “slap you-“ kiss, “and spit in your pretty little mouth?”

All you could do was hum in affirmation. 

“I had no idea that you were such a dirty little whore.”

“I just- really really like you,” you choked out, hips moving of their own accord, trying to aid in the goal.

Coming up to look at your face, “good, because I really really like you too”.

A combination of his sweet words, how good he was a finding the exact right place and pressure on you, as well as just the anticipation of it all making everything heightened and so much more intense, you felt yourself getting dangerously close to cuming.

“Oh fuck, Spencer, I’m-” you moaned, clutching onto his shirt.

But then, he removed his hand.

“No, no, no, no, no-“ you breathed, trying to catch it and guide it back to your center, but he wouldn’t let you. “I was so close.”

“I know.”

“Then why did you stop?”

“Because like I said, I’m not going to fuck you when you’re drunk.” His sentence was emphasized by the click of the kettle being done boiling.

“But-“ you tried to argue, but he cut you off.

“I want the first time you cum with me to be on my cock. I wanna feel it.” He explained, then turned to grab two mugs out of a cupboard.

Standing there, slightly stunned, you tried to decipher what the next move could be. The alcohol made it virtually impossible to think of anything other than getting railed by him, so you just sat up on the counter, catching your breath and watching him brew the coffee.

After a minute, you asked quietly, “so, we just go to sleep now?”

Filling the last mug, “no”, he turned and lifted you off from where you were sitting and back to a standing position, “we are going to wait.”

“Wait?” you questioned.

Grabbing one of the mugs, he handed it to you and confirmed, “yeah. How many drinks did you have?”

Scrunching your face up, you tried to remember, “um, 3, no 4, maybe?”

Licking his lips he said, “okay. Come with me.”

Hopping after his long strides, he stopped at his chess table and sat down, motioning with his hand for you to follow suit.

“We are going to sit here until you sober up.”

“Playing chess? Of course, that would be your definition of foreplay.” You teased, but ungracefully sat down as well.

Moving your rook forward four spaces, you asked, “is this even entertaining for you? You keep on beating me in like 5 moves.” 

One step ahead of you, he quickly moved his bishop and snatched up your last surviving knight. Then turning his big brown eyes to look at you, “oh trust me, this is very entertaining for me. Might be some of the best games I’ve ever played.”

Cocking your head to the side you almost laughed, “um, no. I know I’m not a very good chess player, I know the rules and there forth can somewhat follow along, but I am nowhere near skilled enough to be an entertaining chess partner to you, dr. Reid.”

“Who said that your chess skills had anything to do with it?”

Giggling lightly, you moved a pawn and muttered, “oh.”

It was his turn again, but this time he didn’t move a piece, but simply asked you, “are you still drunk?”

Your body tensed at what the question really meant. 

“I don’t think so,” you said honestly, then deciding to joke a bit, “why, do you want me to walk in a straight line? Touch my finger to my nose?” already doing the last movement in front of him.

Smiling, he asked, “do you still want to?”

Stopping your movements, you replied completely serious, “I don’t know how that’s even a question.”

He raised his eyebrows at you, waiting for the right words.

“Yes Spencer, I still want to.” Rubbing your thighs together at the building sensation that never quite disappeared from earlier. 

His eyes were glued on you as you lowered your body to the floor, kneeling in front of him, slowly running your hands up his legs.

Reaching a hand down to your cheek, he slipped his thump inside your mouth, completely entranced, it came out as almost a whisper “show me.”

The way he looked down at you made your pussy throb. Hollowing your cheeks and swirling your tongue around his finger, you watched him work at his belt.

“Be a good girl and show me.” Taking his finger back with a pop, then used both of his hands to free his cock.

The sight made you smile. Of course, even his dick was pretty.

“Open your mouth, Y/n,” and without another thought, you opened up and stuck your tongue out. Your eyes were big and doe-like, in awe of how he looked, sitting in front of you, working himself a couple of times.

Tapping the weight against your wet tongue, he groaned, “lick it”, and so you did, slowly a few times, just on the tip, then moving your head slightly to the side so you could trace his veins all the way down to the bottom, all the while keeping your eyes locked on his.

Moving your hand up to grasp the base, stroking it lightly as you came back to the tip, swirling your tongue around it a few times before pushing it past your lips. Slowly taking him further and further in, his hands were tangled in your hair, pulling at the roots whenever you would move your tongue just right. 

Letting him move your head for you, picking the pace, how far down you would go down and how long he would hold you there, enjoying the sound of you gagging. 

After a bit, moaning, he pulled you off his now glistening cock, “I’m not gonna last if you keep that up”.

Proud of yourself, you beamed up at him, whipping your mouth and chin with the back of your hand.

Pulling you up to him, he kissed you. Moaning into it, his hands went straight to your tits, palming them softly and then whispered against your lips, “take it off, slowly”.

Pushing yourself off him, you backed up a few steps, giving him a good view. Gradually, layer by layer you striped for him, turning when you got to your pants, in order to give him the best angle. Unconsciously, he mirrored your actions, taking his own off.

When you were both completely naked, his dark eyes drank you in, “get on the couch, ass up, now.”

Your body did as he wished by its own accord. Leaning over the back of his brown leather couch, you waited eagerly for him to get closer to you, and when he did, you grinded into the feeling of his body pressed up against yours. 

Running his fingers lightly through your folds, “mhm, you’re fucking soaked.”

“Please don’t tease me anymore,” you wiggled against him, “I want you inside of me, now.”

“Oh really?” he cooed, then landed a small slap on your pussy, surprising and hard enough to make you jump a bit, “you want it that bad? Do you just wanna be my pretty little whore?”

“Please, ruin me” you whined, as you felt the head of his cock brush against your entrance.

“Wait,” he said, panic suddenly filling his voice, “I don’t have a condom.”

As he began to pull away, you wouldn’t let him, “I don’t care, please just give it to me, please Spencer.”

“You serious?”

“I’m clean, please do it. I’ll just get plan b tomorrow”, you begged.

And without any more warning, he slammed the entirety of his dick inside of you, making you lose your breath and almost turn into putty in his arms.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned into your ear, then distanced himself from you by pushing you further into the couch and straightening up himself. Gripping onto your hips, he didn’t give you a moment to get use to the feeling of how much he stretched you out, but opting for a brutal pace. The snapping of his hips made your body jump in the best way. 

As he slapped your ass, you only got that much closer to cuming. His arms went around your waist and pulled you up against him. One firmly staying there, holding you close to his warm body, the other snaked its way up your body, staying at your boobs just long enough to pinch one nipple, then finding a home softly wrapped around your neck.

His face was right beside yours, occasionally placing a sloppy kiss on your cheek, neck or shoulder. Feeling you clench around him, he asked amidst his grunts and moans, “you gonna be a good girl and cum for me, Y/n?”

When you didn’t reply, too wrapped up in the feeling of it all, he taped your cheek lightly, “huh? Are you gonna cum on my dick?” 

Seeing stars now, you had no way of getting out actual words, and when his hand came down on your cheek again, this time a little harder, you gathered just enough strength to nod lightly.

“atta girl, let me feel you,” he cooed in your ear and returned his hand to his resting place around your neck. Your eyes struggled to stay open as the orgasm rocked through you. 

Legs shaking and trying to catch your breath, his trusts slowed down. Your head lolled back against his shoulder, and he kissed your cheek. “fuck, just when I thought you couldn’t get more beautiful.”

Smiling you reached your hand up to the side of his face, “let’s move this to your bed, I think I need to lay down”, you breathed out.

“Done already?” he asked in a joking tone.

Laughing lightly, you winched at the feeling it gave, making your sensitive walls clench around him, “no, I just don’t wanna fall.”

And with another peck on your cheek, he pulled out of you, but still held you close as you moved the short distance to his bed.

When you hit the mattress, you pulled him with you, letting him fall on top of you. Gasping as he slipped inside of you again, the feeling already starting to feel like home. 

“Oh, you’re taking my cock so well” he moaned, finding a good rhythm, picking the one that made your boobs jiggle the most. “God, I love your tits,” he thought out loud, playing with them, making you giggle a bit at the compliment. 

Craving the same sensation from before, you requested, “choke me.” He didn’t hesitate, wrapping his long fingers around your throat again, squeezing lightly at the points where your rapid heartbeat was easiest to feel. 

Your eyes were locked on each other’s, giving you a great chance to study just how blown his pupils were. Moving his big hand up, so that his thumb could rest on your bottom lip, “open” he breathed out. When you did as you were told, sticking your tongue out just enough for it to brush against his finger, his lips curled up into a proud smirk. The sensation of his spit landing on your tongue first surprised you, then did something you were not expecting it to do. You came again. Right then and there, the intimacy of the act being enough for you.

His smile only grew at the obvious signs of the power he had over you.

Then you blinked and he wasn’t above you anymore. But what he did next was enough for you to know exactly where he was. Your head shot down with a wince, to see him place sloppy kisses on your very sensitive clit. Reaching a hand down, you pulled him away, the sensation being too much. 

Head between your legs, he looked up at you, eyes sparkling, kissing your inner thigh, and muttering, “sorry, I just had to kiss you there”.

Placing your hand on his cheek, you stroked your thump up and down, then up to trace the angry vein on the side of his forehead, “just give me a second”.

Smiling, he leaned his head against your soft thigh, then turned his face to place a peck on the palm of your hand.

“mhm, okay”, you hummed after a few minutes. Spencer then sat up, pulling your tired body with him. You slumped down in his lap, like a koala, hugging your arms around him, nuzzling as close as you could. 

“You ready, Y/n?”

You hummed in reply, reaching one of your hands down to slip his dick inside of you again.

This time, you both just found a lazy and intimate rocking motion, not needing it to be hard and fast, but slow in order to make it last as long as possible. 

“fuck, I’m so close” he practically whined, “where so you want it?”

Through a string of breathy moans, you uttered one syllable, “-in- “, pulling back just enough for him to see the seriousness on your face.

“Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he smirked, “We already live together, you want us to start a family?” his teasing only made your walls tighten their grip around him.

His movements became more ragged and desperate, “you’re just a little cumslut, aren’t you? You want me to fill you up?” whimpering in response, you buried your face in the crook of his neck and held on tight as he pushed you over another euphoric high. 

Grunting in your ear at the feeling of you milking him, you heard, “take it, all of it”, as he throbbed deep inside of you, filling you with his cum.

Staying like that, all tangled up and breathing heavy, for who knows how long. At some point, clutching onto you, he lowered you both down to lie on the soft mattress. 

Expecting him to stay and cuddle you, he instead sat back up and leaned back to admire the mess he had made. Stroking your thigh, he breathed out, “be a good girl and spread your legs for me.”

Slowly, you pushed your knees up and spread your legs apart, hearing him curse underneath his breath. Your body jumped when you felt his fingers trace your slit, gathering up the cum that had begun to drip out of you. Crying out suddenly as he plunged in two of his fingers, hips buckling, the sensation being too much for your overstimulated cunt.

“Uh, don’t get so whiny on me right now,” he cooed, looking down at you with dark eyes. He hooked his fingers and moved them furiously, “you said you wanted to cum? Now take it!”

Even when your hips tried to move away, his fingers followed. Soon the feeling of everything being too much got another thing added onto it. How could you possibly cum again? But somehow, you did just that. Spencer always had a way of making impossible things be possible.

Your whole body was shaking and quivering as Spencer laid down next to you and wrapped his arms around you. “Holy shit,” you said among your shaky breaths.

“Well, we did have 341 days of foreplay”, he joked.

“Yeah”, you laughed, brushing your hand up and down his arm. “Hey, Spence?”

“Mhm?” he hummed into your hair.

Taking a deep breath, gathering the courage, you confessed quietly, “I love you.”

His hand came to lift your face up to meet his, touching his forehead against yours, “Y/n, I love you too, so much.”

Tilting your head up a bit, you kissed his forehead, then curled back down under his chin and fell asleep in that warm cocoon of love that was your roommate Spencer Reid.

© 2022 thyme-in-a-bubble 

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Uh oh, it wasn't Dulce, was it? She is known for being.. well, Dulce. Find out in the next segment.

Previous / Next (Transcript under the cut)

(1.) [Carlo] This is...

[Mia] Dulce-

(2.) [Sofia] It's amazing! And with the added bacon bits? There's added flavor and crunch. I like these a lot.

(3.) [Mia] Yes, and somehow everything altogether isn't overwhelming. Every ingredient shines in harmony.

[Carlo] Delicious, but personally, I feel like the bacon bits make these a bit heavy for an appetizer.

(4.) [Dulce] Thank you, judges.

[Andrea] Next, here's Rubiya's appetizer!

(5.) [Rubiya] Okayy, Dulce! I see you. She's setting the bar high and I'm older than her. Well, we're the same age right now, but I'm in a grade above her at school. Anyway, my goal is to impress all three judges. Let's do this.

(6.) [Rubiya] Judges, I present to you: Spaghetti with merguez sausage meatballs and shakshuka sauce with a side of garlic flatbread with pea shoots.

(7.) [Carlo] The meatballs are a bit dry... but I suppose if you put enough of the sauce on them they're not so bad.

(8.) [Mia] Oh hush now, Carlo. That's what the sauce is there for.

[Carlo] It's good, though. It's good.

[Mia] Rubiya, let me add that I thoroughly enjoy the texture of your pasta as well.

(9.) [Rubiya] Thank you, judges. I appreciate the feedback.

[Andrea] Lastly, we have Chef Alex's appetizer.

(10.) [Alex] It's time.

(11.) [Alex] Judges, I give you a raclette with merguez sausage, pea shoots, vegetable flatbread, and a side of shakshuka sauce.

(12.) [Sofia] Lovely presentation, Chef Alex.

[Carlo] It seems lazy to me, but at least you didn't try to replace marinara sauce with shakshuka sauce and call it a day.

[Mia] I can't wait to try everything.

(13.) [Mia] I was a bit hesitant about the sauce being used as a side, but whatever you added to it really made it more complex. Everything is delicious.

(14.) [Sofia] The type of cheese you chose too... it's interesting.

(15.) [Carlo] I wish you did more with the pea shoots, but the dish itself works.

(16.) [Alex] Thank you, judges.

[Andrea] Thank you, chefs! Please proceed to the room next door so that the judges can begin their discussion.

(17.) *Muffled voices*

(18.) [Lewis] Well, it was nice meeting everyone. Do you guys want to share phone numbers to keep in contact with each other?

[Rubiya] Lewis! Don't say that! It's not certain that you're the one who's diced.

(19.) [Dulce] For sure it's not you, Rubiya. Chef Mia stood up for you and this is basically her show. That spaghetti did look awesome in every way.

[Rubiya] Thank you! So did your pizza wedges.

(20.) [Alex] Yeah, everyone here has talent and technique... and make company. It would be cool to get everyone's number.

[Lewis] Yes! Let's do it.

[Rubiya] Yay!!!

(21.) [Alex] Well, I'm not some heartless monster. I do feel bad for Lewis, I guess.

(22.) [Andrea] Welcome back to the judges' table, chefs. Our judges have made their decision.

(23.) N/A

(24.) [Mia] Chefs, thank you for the appetizers you have prepared for us. The various dishes we had were splendid.

[Carlo] We had much to discuss, both good and bad things despite there being an obvious choice regarding who should be diced.

(25.) [Sofia] However, we discovered something... turns out, we have a bigger issue than burnt croutons.

(26.) [Mia] Somebody here did not fully follow the rules of Diced Junior.

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Our Secret - 2k12!Donnie x Reader

FEM

Pairings: Donatello/Reader

Characters included: Donatello, Leonardo, Michelangelo, Raphael, April, Casey

Warnings: n/a

Series: No

Summary: Donnie and Y/N have been dating for a while now. Vowing to keep it secret since their friends were honestly horrible when it came to teasing when someone had a crush. The teasing if they found out that they were dating? The two were sure it would be even more ruthless. Yeah, they were okay with this. Surely, there can’t be an accident just waiting to happen that would expose them.

Word count: 4402

Authors Note: My adhd is going wild so I apologize if there are a lot of mistakes, I’ll look over it more tomorrow

Request: hiiiii!!! I  REALLLYYY love your  writing style, and I was wondering if you could do a 2012 Donnie x (fem) reader who are in a secret relationship but get exposed accidentally by one of the others! (I think it would be hilarious XD) -🕺🏻anon 

There was a slight pep in Y/N’s step as she made her way through the abandoned subway system. It was a familiar journey. So familiar actually that she was almost sure she could find her way without looking. Not that she would try that though. There was still a chance she would get lost and honestly, she didn’t want to go through the whole spiel of calling the mutant turtle brothers to tell them that she managed to get lost in the old subway system because she wanted to see if she could make the journey with closed eyes.

No, she didn’t want to be a bigger burden than she already was. Y/N wasn’t a fighter like them, April or even Casey. The only way she really helped them was that she used the fact that she is a normal human who could walk around and get the things the Hamato family needed.

Well, okay maybe she was selling herself a bit short. There have been times where she helped outside of this since she was actually a pretty good programmer. It was a hobby she worked on basically ever since she could use a keyboard.

When she began hanging out with the turtles, she would usually be found inside Donnie’s lab with him talking about some new algorithm, programming work or the like. It was to be expected that when Y/N joined their little band that Donnie would start hogging her attention seeing how he rarely got a chance to talk shop. Sure, the others listened, kind of, but Y/N could actually give feedback at some points. He could actually bounce ideas off of her and brainstorm some possible solutions.

In fact, the reason why she was making her way to the lair of the little ninja clan was because she wanted to show Donnie her code she has been working on. Well, it started as her code but at this point it had been a project the two have been working on together whenever possible. It was essentially a translator program for the Krang language. It was a bit more complicated than a simple translator since the Krang language was so very much different from what they knew, and this was supposed to help with reprogramming Krang tech but that’s details.

At the lair Y/N could already spot Mikey, Raph, Donnie, and April sitting in front of the TV watching some old cartoon movie.

“Hey guys! Not a lot going on today?” she nodded towards the TV as she walked up to them, trying to see what they were watching.

April was the first to react and got up from the couch, squeezing Y/N in a short hug as a greeting “Oh, Y/N! What’s up? We are just kind of doing nothing. Not much to do.” Her eyes meeting Y/N’s with a big and happy smile.

April has become a really good friend over time, the two bonded pretty fast seeing how they were the only two girls in this group. When the boys were off doing their own things April and Y/N began to hang out and have their own fun. She can’t really recall how it started but the two started to bake together when the time allowed it. They were definitely not amazing, and it was kind of more fun to make really ugly cakes that they would bring over to the boys for them to judge.

Y/N chuckled “Wow, sounds exciting.” She took a step to the side so she could take a look at the other three. Raph just gave her a short wave as a greeting.

Mikey had his typical wide smile on “Wanna join?”

And Donnie just had a soft smile on his lips as he gave a quick wave as well. When Y/N returned his wave with her own his smile widened into a toothy grin.

“I mean, maybe? I just came over because I wanted to show Donnie something and get his input on my code.” Y/N moved her backpack to her front and looked through it only to pull a hard drive out of it.

This made Donnie jump up from the couch “Oh! Really? I wanna see it! Let’s go!”

“Nerds!” Raph snorted out as he saw how eagerly Donnie walked over to Y/N to usher her back to his lab.

Y/N stuck her tongue out “You are just jealous that we are smarter than you.”

Raph rolled his eyes “That was a weak comeback, Y/N.”

“And yet you don’t deny it.”

But before Raph could say anything more Donnie laid his hand on Y/N’s shoulder to forcefully make her move towards his lab. He tried to just quietly move along but she could see him smile. To everyone else it was just him being amused at the banter, but Y/N was sure she could spot a bit of pride.

It was probably because she openly admitted to being smart since she usually refused to do so, even if it was in a joking manner. Mostly because she didn’t really believe it. Her knowledge with tech was just from a lot of experience. Donnie would always refute that though, saying that he did the same. She believed that he was really smart which also stemmed from the fact that he began learning about technology and more ever since he could read and do so. Besides she could keep up with him! She might not know a lot about biology but when Donnie explained things to her, she would usually understand it easily and even recall the information every time. So in a sense both were the same and since she agreed that he was smart it also meant that she had to be smart.

Inside the lab Donnie made sure to close the door so the others in the lair couldn’t interrupt. As he did so, both seemingly let out a breath that they were holding in.

Y/N immediately slid her backpack off and placed it next to Donnie’s desk.

“So, uh, you wanted to show me your code?” Donnie asked, he had a bit of self-assured grin on his face but the way he played with his own hands spelled nervousness.

“That, but also,” she stepped closer to Donnie, moving up to give his cheek a little kiss “I wanted to see you, of course.”

At that Donnie had to chuckle, he placed his hands on the sides of her face, his thumbs slowly running along her cheeks as he softly pressed his lips against hers.

“I literally snuck out yesterday to visit you.”

Still in Donnie’s arms Y/N pouted “Yeah you were at my place only for like five minutes. Can you fault me for wanting to spend more time with my boyfriend?”

His blush deepened, an embarrassed giggle escaped him “I love that word.”

“Well lucky you then because as it stands that’s what you are. You are my boyfriend. I am your girlfriend and I love you so much.”

And there it was. That dopey grin on his face that showed off his adorable tooth gap. His face ablaze as Donnie.exe stopped working. He only managed to whisper a shaky “I love you too.”

Y/N laughed, pressing another kiss at the corner of Donnie’s mouth before sitting down on one of the chairs that she had claimed as hers over time.

Donnie took another beat to live and enjoy the moment only to shake his head to pull himself out of his stupor. He moved fast to sit down next to Y/N on his own chair. His smile ever present on his face. It made Y/N’s heart flutter. She couldn’t help but be aware how he always had a smile when she was around and just the thought that her presence could do that to him made the butterflies in her stomach go wild.

“What are you thinking about?” Donnie pulled her back out of her own mind. A curious gaze in his eyes mixed with genuine interest.

Oh, the butterflies got worse. He was always so genuinely interested in what was going through her mind and it was something she appreciated so much about him.

Realizing that she must have stared at him she quickly averted her gaze, suddenly embarrassed “Uh, just thinking about how happy I am with you.”

The blush that began to settle on Donnie’s face immediately broke out again into a bright one “I thought you wanted me to look at your code and not metaphorically kill me with, uh, being so sweet and nice and just you.”

Y/N laid her cold hand against her warm cheek “To be fair! To be fair!” she exclaimed, turning back around to the tall mutant “We don’t often get the chance to be like this. We often hang out with the others so-“

She didn’t have to end the sentence for Donnie to know what she meant. Giving her a knowing nod as a response.

When the two got together they decided to keep their relationship secret. The reason? Oh, mostly because the others of their group were relentless when it came to crushes. And that was just crushes. The two were positive that it would be even worse should they find out that they were actually dating.

Donnie’s brothers have been teasing him now for years about his crush he used to have on April and something similar happened to Y/N when they thought that she might have a crush on a classmate of hers.

She sometimes had to refuse to go visit the mutant turtles because she was tutoring a classmate which the others interpreted as her hanging out with a potential crush. How they jumped to that conclusion Y/N still wasn’t sure.

The thing is, Donnie fully jumped in back then to tease her just as much as his brothers. Stating something like “Oh! Now I get why you guys keep doing it! It is actually pretty funny. Interesting what a change of perspective can do, huh?” Now that the two are together Y/N made a point to sometimes remind him of this. Maybe even sometimes using this to win a few discussions. What Donnie now knows is that even back then Y/N already began having a little crush on him.

Donnie sighed, laying his arm around Y/N “Alright, plug the hard drive in. Let’s see what you worked on.”

“Oh! Coding and chill, my favorite!” Y/N laughed as she plugged the device in.

“It better be, it’s how we started hanging out after all.” He placed another kiss against her temple.

Now the two thought they were actually really subtle when it came to their relationship but once their relationship changed from friendship to romantic there were bound for some things to maybe be suspicious.

The most noticeable one was that those two couldn’t stand to be apart from each other when all of them hung out and normally this wouldn’t have been a big deal. Surprise the nerd finally found another nerd to actually talk to, makes sense that they spent time together.

No, the problem was mostly about how Donnie’s behavior changed ever since he started getting to know Y/N. For years now he tried his best to impress April and spend time with her and suddenly over time it began to lessen. More and more. It happened gradually but his brothers noticed a change especially when they compared his behavior from before.

It was Mikey who first brought it up. He was chewing on some pizza while hanging out with Raph and Leo. Donnie was as per usual in his lab hanging out with Y/N. Both were just moment before screaming about some breakthrough and then rushed into the lab. Securing the door so no one could disturb their concentration. Also while Donnie and Y/N were actually quite mild mannered but when you interrupted their work the two could be very scary. Even Y/N who wasn’t a fighter, but the others were sure that in these moments she would be capable of manslaughter, easily.

So, the group that got left behind was very content to sit back and eat some pizza to bridge their boredom for now.

“You think he changed much?” Leo mirrored Mikey’s statement only as a question, trying to get him to clarify.

He nodded “Yep. I noticed it yesterday. Normally when Donnie hears that April came over, he would happily hang out with her but not yesterday. He just said he was busy and once again closed himself off in his lab.”

Raph just shrugged “Eh, so what. Might have finally realized that he never had a chance.”

Leo in return seemed to ponder that but not before giving Raph a bit of a stern stare “Maybe? Though if you really think about it, it has been going for a while now that he doesn’t react the usual when it comes to April, huh. I just never noticed because it was such a gradual change.”

“So, you guys just think he got over his crush on April? Just like that?” Mikey leaned over the table as he grabbed another slice.

“I dunno?” Raph seemed irritated at this topic “Why care anyhow? Hopefully means he will be less annoying.”

“Raph.” Leo warned him but continued with a slight grin “You really aren’t even a little bit curious if there might be a reason for his change?”

“What do you mean? He stopped having a crush because he is way too busy being nerdy with our human nerd. Working on projects and then the next and the next. You know how he is with tech.” He had his eyes closed, biting off a piece of his pizza as he tried to fight off the feeling of annoyance. Sure, it was fun teasing Donnie for his feelings towards April but in the end, he didn’t care too much about the whole emotions thing.

But when his brothers stayed quiet, no chastising or another quip, he opened his eyes again. His two brothers looked at him as if he just suddenly solved life’s mysteries in front of them.

“What?”

But Mikey just looked at Leo “You don’t think-?”

“I mean… it would make sense, right?”

“But he’s been crushing on April for so long! There is no way that-“

“Yeah, but it just fits in with everything.”

Okay, Raph had enough “Can you guys please finish your sentences and stop this weird half telepathic conversation because I cannot follow you at all! And since when do you guys gossip like that?”

“It’s the boredom.” Mikey silently explained.

“Can you please tell me what is going through your guys’ minds already?”

Mikey sighed, placing his half-eaten pizza piece down. Apparently, this was serious enough that he had to put his pizza away “You don’t think… that Donnie has a crush on Y/N, do you?”

Raph raised his eyebrow as he thought about it for a second “Well… I don’t know! You really think he got over April that fast? You sure it’s not just him being happy to finally have another nerd friend to be nerdy with?” Why was he defending Donnie like that anyway? How was he the only one being sensible right now? Isn’t Leo supposed to reign them back in and say something like “This is Donnie’s thing let’s not assume things.” Or something like that?

“Well, sure. That might be the case. I guess it’s really the first time he has someone to actually chat and discuss things with that we don’t understand.” Leo thought out loud.

Satisfied with that Raph just gave an agreeing grunt before grabbing his pizza box and moving from the kitchen to the living space.

Yet this exchange is the reason why the three brothers couldn’t help but eye Donnie more concerning his behavior around April and Y/N. Generally, things seem to be the same. Donnie still hung out with April which wasn’t a surprise since even beyond the whole crush situation the two were still good friends.

But it also made sense how Donnie spent a lot of time with Y/N since most of the time when she came over for a visit it was with more things for their projects. The two would start chatting about how to solve some weird problem or what project to tackle next only to slip into the lab for hours on end.

While there wasn’t much to be done to test their hypothesis, they were still happy to tease him with his supposed crush on April and he reacted as usual. A bit more dismissive maybe but he got still ticked off like he always did.

Though then there was the incident.

The family, this included April and Casey, were chilling in front of the TV. They had a big training session today together, hence why Casey was still rubbing his side where Mikey drop kicked him. Also, it was supposed to be a big training session today, but Donnie didn’t join them. No, he was busy in his lab together with Y/N. The two had been in there for about three days now.

When Leo tried to urge his genius brother to get out of the lab and to either sleep or train, depending on how he was doing. There were other times where he was stuck in his lab for days but still fine since he took power naps.

At first nothing happened when Leo knocked on the door “Donnie, we finished training but you really should get out the lab for once and you know maybe sleep and eat?” While it was a question it did come out more as a command. Which it was.

But the door didn’t open.

So, he tried again. Louder this time. And again.

Finally, the door opened and there stood both Donnie and Y/N and man looked they annoyed.

Both geniuses had huge bags beneath their eyes, a similar scowl on their face. Their eyes narrowed and there was a murderous glint in them. Yep, Leo screwed up but still as the team’s leader he had to make sure that Donnie was in top shape which either meant training or forcing him to finally sleep. It was just a tad bit difficult to do that when Y/N was right there who very much knew that Leo didn’t hold the same power over her.

“Okay, yep. You guys need some proper rest.”

Y/N hissed as a response.

Leo looked at her incredulously. Did she really just hiss at him?

“No.” Donnie said dryly and slammed the door back shut.

Leo knew he really should try to work harder on making them get some rest but the two together were incredibly stubborn. They almost seemed to enhance each other stubbornness. Giving up for now he just returned to the others with a shrug.

It was hours later when the door to the lab finally opened. Y/N was the one who sluggishly left the room to make her way towards the kitchen. She didn’t even acknowledge the group who were eyeing her with big eyes. It was the first time they saw her so tired and exhausted.

Mikey was in the kitchen as well. He was currently working on one of his abomination pizzas.

Without taking notice of the orange banded turtle they just began working on the coffee machine. Preparing a full pot of coffee that she and Donnie would probably empty in minutes.

“So, uh, how’s the project going?” Mikey asked, he couldn’t help but be curious. Sure, he didn’t usually understand what Donnie was making, he could remember a lot of things he said but properly understand? Only some things. Anyways he was still curious about the end product.

It took Y/N a full minute to form a sentence “It’s going.”

The others were slightly leaning over, trying to see how Y/N was doing. They were used for Donnie to be doing these kinds of things but not with Y/N. Besides it was the first time Donnie let anyone into his lab for that long. Sure, Y/N was a bit of a special case but it was still new.

“Well, what are you working on?”

“I feel like Donnie would kill me if I told you guys. I think he wants to do that himself.”

Well, that’s something. The project was important enough or interesting enough that Donnie wanted to show it off himself.

This was the moment Mikey gave up, knowing that kind of behavior too well from Donnie. No matter how often he’ll ask the answers will be the same. Besides Y/N was way out of it.

She just stood there. Her eyes practically glued on the coffee, watching it fall into the pot. There was a slight sway to her. No wonder they were going for coffee now, the way Y/N looked Mikey was sure that she could fall over asleep any second now.

Sighing Mikey accepted his fate of being tortured by curiosity for now, so instead he worked on his newest combination for his pizza. Which reminded him. Right next to the coffee pot stood something that he wanted to try out.

“Hey, Y/N can you give me that there?” He was pointing at the ingredient, focus now back on track with more important things.

Y/N looked at Mikey, her tired eyes slowly following Mikey’s arm, hand and finger to see what he was pointing at. Their groggy mind took a second to realize what he meant.

“The…” They looked unsure, confused why he would need it “Honey?”

“Yes, sweety?” that was Donnie’s voice.

Silence.

He must have come out to check on the coffee.

Before this there was a bit of a murmur in the lair as the group watching the TV show were discussing the days passing. But now it was dead quiet.

Y/N’s face heated up as her mind caught up with what just has happened.

Donnie on the other hand just kept blinking, trying to understand why there was a sudden shift in the mood of the room.

Casey’s mouth was wide open. April had an excited grin on her face while Donnie’s brothers had a range of emotions going on. Raph had a bit of a malicious grin on his face while Leo and Mikey looked at each other as if trying to confirm what they just heard.

“What just happened?” Once again that was Donnie.

Mikey turned to Donnie, wiggling his nonexistent eyebrows “Honey, huh?”

Donnie grimaced.

Surprisingly, or maybe not so much, it was Raph who piped up next, trying to stifle a laugh “Sweety? Really? What are you guys? Eighty?”

“Huh? Wha-“ It seems Donnie’s mind finally caught on as he took another looked around the round only for his gaze to fall on Y/N’s blushing face.

“Oh… oops?” Was the only excuse he could give her.

Her hand slapped against her forehead and the people burst out into laughter. Everyone on the sofa jumping up to crowd Donnie and Y/N who was at this point standing next to him.

“So, you guys are dating? Like for real?” Casey asked, scratching his head as if this was something complicated to think about.

Donnie looked down to Y/N unsure what to say. She just sighed “Well, the cat it pretty much out of the bag, sweety. Let’s just… they will be annoying, and I don’t have the energy for that right now.”

Even though she acted annoyed and disappointed, Donnie knew she wasn’t actually mad. She was just tired and if they actually were more rested, he was sure that she would be the one laughing the loudest right now.

Donnie couldn’t help the blush that was now spreading across his face as he laid his arm around Y/N with a proud smile “Yeah. She is my girlfriend!”

Y/N’s blush darkened but she leaned into Donnie’s touch. Slightly turning towards his chest as if trying to hide herself from the others. Her hand carefully snuck towards Donnie’s hand. Both were fidgeting but holding each other’s hands seemed to calm them down.

“I knew it!” April cheered “I knew you guys would be a perfect couple!”

Y/N tensed at that which made Donnie squeeze her hand as a silent question “She might have found out that I had a crush on you…”

Mikey fist pumped the air “See, guys! I told you so! I knew it!”

“Wait, how long has this been going?” Leo asked. He liked to think that he is usually very well informed or got a good feel for it when something is going on with his brothers but for him not to notice that he was literally dating someone? Someone who came over almost daily.

“Almost six months now.” Donnie answered. It was really embarrassing for him to answer all these questions, but he couldn’t help to show off a proud smile. He loved Y/N and he loved saying it.

As the questions continued, he had an idea. Leaning down he gave Y/N a big kiss which in return earned them different reactions but most importantly the group finally shut their mouth for once.

“Now that we hopefully answered enough questions… I’m going to take my girlfriend and the coffee, and we both will continue working on our project. And I swear if any of you interrupt me spending time with my lovely girlfriend, I will destroy you all.”

“Ugh please for the love of everything just go already.” Raph groaned.

Y/N laughed “God, you are such a dork, Donnie. My lovely boyfriend Donnie. Yep, my boyfriend for six months now. My pretty, handsome boy-“

A pillow flew against Y/N’s head.

“Just go! I’m begging you!” Where Raph suddenly had the pillow from, she didn’t know. The others were recoiling as well or rolling their eyes at the antics of the two lovebirds.

Donnie grabbed the coffee pot and escorted his girlfriend back to the lab but not before pressing another kiss on her lips before going out of the view of his family. He was proud to call Y/N his girlfriend and maybe it was a good thing that they now know that they were dating. This way he can dote on her and show off affection whenever he could. He could survive the teasing for that.

And as he looked at Y/N’s smiling face he just knew that something similar went through her head.

[imyourbratzdoll]

Reader surprising Henry Cavill with a trip to Australia to show off where she grew up/ what her holidays were kinda like🙏❤️

hi! I loved that you mentioned Australia! I do apologise for this being short. I hope you like it.

summary - you wonder how you will tell henry about the trip to Australia you planned.

warning - slight angst, fluff, swearing.

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

You nervously chew on your bottom lip, looking down at the two tickets in your hand. This was going to be a surprise for your boyfriend, Henry, but the only issue you had was you didn’t know how’d he react. You made sure that he wouldn’t be working or have any tours to do, but things could’ve changed, and you are really fucking nervous.

You quickly stuff the tickets in your pockets when you hear Henry walk through the door, and you begin to make coffee for yourself and tea for him. He walks in with a giant smile, wrapping his arms around you and placing a soft kiss on your cheek. “Hello, darling.”

You turn your head and smile, having to lift your head to look at his face because he is tall. “Hey, baby. How was your walk?” You turn around in his hold, handing him his cup. Henry thanks you as he takes a sip, staring down at you like he knows you are hiding something.

“It was good. I feel a lot better.” You nod as you take a sip of your coffee, not knowing when you’d tell him about the trip. “What are you hiding?” You look at him with wide eyes, wondering how he can always read you so well. “Hmm, you can tell me, darling. I won’t judge or be mad.” His hand strokes your side, peering down at you as he speaks.

“I– You aren’t going to be busy for a while or have anything needing to happen this month or the next?” Your brows furrow, nerves filling you as you look up at him, hopeful.

Henry shakes his head. “No, I told you I’ve taken some time off to spend with you. What’s this about, my love?” His vast hand cups your cheek, causing your breath to hitch because you will never get over how huge he is.

“What would you say if I booked us a trip to Australia?.” Your eyes dart away, violently chewing on your bottom lip. The silence makes your heart race, making you look up only to be met with a grinning Henry.

“That’s wonderful, darling! When do we leave?” 

“You're not mad?” You're confused.

He shakes his head, “Of course not! I know you’ve been dying to show me where you grew up and where you went for the holidays, and I can’t wait.”

“Uh... We leave tomorrow afternoon.” Your eyes sparkle, making Henry’s heart warm, and his smile gets bigger. “I thought we’d start in the state I grew up in, and I’d show you around and then travel the rest of Australia?” He places his cup down and yours before picking you up and hugging you.

“That sounds like a plan, darling.”

thank you for reading!

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[imaginespazzi]

Ok bestie, anon who followed up on Amoore reporting back as requested ha. I should say we are on a similar page, her & Kitley are very tough to get a read on. And a lot of the online chatter agrees its hard to judge and goes back and forth on whether theres something more going on. For those interested, I suggest watching their youtube ch series for a general sense of them interacting. Entertaining and light vids, not overly long. Really just little things between them here & there that add up. And of course a person can review their socials..

Now onto the tea I came across online. Imperfectly summarized the best I can below. (Allow me to stipulate that I have no way of verifying any of this, so please understand Im not at all sharing any of this to be presented as true or false. Take it as simply passing along the posting of others for conversations sake here in a safe space. Comments/feedback/corrections welcome)

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Its described as on/off thing, first beginning summer 2020. A VT insider says people are aware that Amoore hasnt been committed, to put it delicately/nicely. Leading most recently to a break of sorts last Dec-mid Jan. (Added pretty sure they are together rn though. And another person did point out if Liz was getting cheated on why would Georgia seem to maintain a good relationship with the Kitley family, which is a fair Q to pose). But notably, a strangely long break in their podcast took place over that period and for the first time in 3 years they didn’t spend XMas together or hang around each other over the holiday and when podcast recording returned they just said “we had Xmas” and didn’t talk about it. It was also pointed out that sometime in winter, Liz had tickets to see an NHL game and went w Cayla King despite her and Georgia talking about how they wanted to go together before. Only sus bc it happened to coincide w the time where Georgia was speculated to have gotten close to Kate Martin. Then suddenly they K & G werent interacting anymore and L & G seem back to being “besties”.

Sidenotes:

Liz’s "2020 love playlist"… apparently someone has screenshots that it used to be titled Georgia. Includes some fav bands/songs of Amoores. And a tune called Australia Street lol. Lots of love songs predictably, but some breakup songs were added to it at one point (the comment seems to insinuate during the time they were going through issues)

They're friends with a married lesbian couple (Youtubers/influencers? The Bellaires) who they once visited alone.

Also, fyi, Kate Martin is apparently recently back w her last ex, whoever that is - per talk re social media activity

You're my new favorite person omg because this is my kinda tea fr! Can y'all tell I love some good gossip?

I'm ngl, I was never the most invested in V-Tech or the girls on the team, so I don't really follow them. And I was pretty convinced Liz was straight so I just assumed her and Georgia really were just really close besties.

But this checks out with what I've heard/read too, that they were in that "undefined" kinda place, mainly because of Georgia and eventually Liz got tired of it. I definitely didn't know about the Christmas or the NHL stuff but that makes sense. Also from what I heard, they were probably done for good now with Liz going to the draft? But still being together also makes sense. I'm so invested in this now omg.

[geminipixels]

2010's Billboard Top “Songs” Family Legacy Challenge

1 decade of music hit's + 10 top charting songs + 10 generations = Musical legacy for the Sims 3.

Welcome to my first Legacy challenge rules made for the Sims 3. Even though the game is 15 years old, it still has an active community that loves a good challenge. This legacy challenge was inspired by how I typically play my own generational gameplay and, of course, Music. Since music is a very broad theme, however, I chose a decade to really base the legacy around that I was well familiar with: the 2010's. And thus this legacy challenge was made in a span of a week, with hours of researching billboard charts, listening to songs, interpreting song lyrics and translating it into the Sims 3. So whether you're looking for a new challenge to play, a music lover or just wanna spice up your gameplay, feel free to play this challenge I created.

Generalized Rules:

This is written as a 10 Generation Legacy Challenge. However, don't feel obligated to play it strictly as it was written. I based the generations based off the decade and chronologically ordered by the year. You are welcome to play only 3 generations, 5 generations. Mix and match generations. Play from Gen 1 to 5 or 5 to 10. It's your game, so play the way that make's it the most fun for YOU!

Each generation is tied to a specific song and artist. I decided to pick the song that charted the most weeks on the billboard for every year, as multiple songs charted as hits or made it to #1 spot, and even came close to 2nd as the Hit song for that year. So if you don't like a specific artist or song, feel free to skip said generation.

This was not made with Base Game compatible (Sorry.) When making the challenge, I tried to use traits and make rules that closely resembled the meaning behind the song. So if you don't have a certain pack or feature, it's okay to skip it or find a way to replace it.

I highly encourage the usage of Mods that enhance and optimized gameplay.

Cheat with Moderation. The aim of this challenge is to ultimately have fun and enjoy gameplay. Cheating is permissible if it correlated with the story. Cheating for a house at the start of each generation is fine, or for Twins during a pregnancy is 100% allowed. But avoid excessive money cheating or cheating skills.

Try to use at least 3 of the recommended traits. Completing every Goal isn't required, but mainly there as a guideline for story-telling. And Optional goals are 100% optional and for added challenges or gameplay.

Most importantly: Have fun and take creative freedoms with this challenge. I wrote it to be as open-ended as possible in terms of heirs and lovers. If some generations seem similar in your opinion, feel free to tweak the story to spice it up more or mellow it down.

Feedback is always welcomed. And if you do play this challenge, feel free to "@" me or post it under "2010's Billboard Family Legacy Challenge".

Generation 1: Tik Tok by Kesha

“Don't stop, make it pop, DJ, blow my speakers up. Tonight, I'ma fight un'til we see the sunlight.”

You were always the life of the party and natural social butterfly. Your family always judged you for being too “Free-sprinted” or “Outspoken”, but you were unapologetically yourself. You stood out from the crowd, were always confident, carefree and had no shame in having a good time. Despite what your family says, your friends all love you, and you're a natural inspiration to those you meet. Even with waking up with a hangover every morning or with unfamiliar faces, you're a natural leader and the creator of your destiny. Traits: Party-Animal, Charismatic, Social Butterfly, Friendly and Rebellious

Goals:

Have a bad relationship with any family/ Move to a new town away from relatives

Have at least 2 best friends and 5 good friends throughout your whole life.

Have a career that involves leading or being around people (Education, Military, Business, Politician…) or be self-employed and become your own boss-babe.

Must hook up with your future lover or spouse before officially dating them.

Spontaneously get a Tattoo and dye your hair halfway through YA. And again in Adulthood.

Go clubbing with your best friends every weekend.

Master the Charisma Skill and at least 3 skill challenges.

Optional Goals:

Throw a party at least once a week.

Master Mixology or Nectar Making skills as a side hobby.

Buy at least one club in town and rename it after yourself.

Name all your children after your favorite club drinks.

Generation 2: Rolling in the Deep by Adele

“We could have had it all… Rolling in the deep. You had my heart inside of your hands… And you played it to the beat.”

You were always the sweetheart of the family. Good-spirited, nurturing and very giving. You were always there for everyone and supported everyone around you, putting others before yourself. But you’d never expected for your Kindness to be taken advantage of by the one you loved most. Before you knew it, your perfect fantasy of a perfect family and happy marriage was taken before your eyes. After the Betrayal, you vowed to never be taken advantage of again and took matters into your hand. Traits: Nurturing, Perfectionist, Hopeless Romantic, Good, Shy

Goals:

Have a high relationship with Parents and Siblings.

Aim to be the perfect child of the family; Making Honor Roll, be Valedictorian, Joining after school activities

As a teenager, get into a relationship very early with a sim from a wealthy family.

As a YA, move in with a lover and get engaged quickly. 

Before wedding, find out lover is cheating on you with another sim. Immediately break off relationship.

Uh-Oh, there was an unexpected pregnancy. You keep the baby but raise them without then knowing their other parent.

After your tragic heartbreak, you decide to ruin your exes' life as revenge.(Up to player’s interpretation).

Be a strong example for your child. Reach the top Level of your desired Career and Master 3 Skills.

Optional Goals:

After the breakup with your high school sweetheart, you have a villainous era: Change two traits any of the following: Unflirty, Workaholic, Grumpy or Mean-spirited.

You give love another chance later in Adulthood and get into a relationship once you reach level 8 of your career.

You always wanted a perfect family but never got the chance: Adopt/foster 2 additional children.

Generation 3: Somebody That I Used to Know by Gotye

“But you didn't have to cut me off. Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing.”

Your whole life has felt like a mystery. As if you were cursed almost and nothing felt real. You never knew your other parent, your friends always seemed to disappear and occasionally, you even questioned if you knew yourself. Maybe it’s all in your head. Or Perhaps life enjoys playing a cruel joke on you. Are you the problem? Traits: Perceptive, Genius, Erratic/Insane, Unstable, Brooding

Goals:

Have a close relationship with your single parent.

As a child, make a best friend you always hang out with and visit, then never see them again after aging up until a Teen.

Never have a relationship with your other biological parent until teenage hood.(Or find out the truth of what happened between your parents.)

Master the Logic and Writing Skills.

Master a job in Law enforcement ( Private Investigator, International Super Spy or Forensic Scientist)

Have 3 failed relationships throughout your life. One of which results in a happy little accident.

Your Friends are always seeming to disappear; never maintain multiple friendships.

As a YA reunite with your long-lost best friend. Rekindle your relationship and get married. (Can have more children)

Sometime in your early Adulthood, your spouse mysteriously abandons the family at night and never is seen again.

Optional Goals:

Turns out your best friend from childhood was an occult (Marry an Occult sim)

Write only Mystery Novels based upon your life as a side income.

Just because your life was a mess doesn’t mean you’ll repeat the cycle for your child/children. Spoil and raise your kids to be the very best.

Generation 4: Get Lucky by Daft Punk ft Pharrell Williams

“We've come too far to forget who we are, So let's raise the bar, and our cups, to the stars.”

Well, you certainly have an interesting family history of heartbreak and mysterious tragedy? Grandparent had a heartbroken betrayal. Then one of your parents mysteriously left overnight, leaving the other heartbroken and confused.  It seems like your family forgot how to enjoy the little things in life and have fun? It’s a good thing you're around to lighten up your family legacy and “attempt” to break this angsty story. Traits: Lucky, Virtuoso, Natural-Born Performer, Flirty and Good Sense of Humor.

Goals:

Master the xylophone as a toddler and reach level 5 of one instrument before aging up into a Young Adult.

Always have at least 2 romantic interests at the same time when a Teenager.

Work in a musical job, profession, or start a Band with your close friends.

Perform in a club or play for tips every weekend.

Become a 3-star celebrity.

Idolized your future spouse. Date and eventually marry another celebrity/entertainer.

Master at least 2 skills in an Instrument, and reach level 5 in any additional instrument skills.

Optional goals:

Sometime being flirty and lucky leads to questionable choices: Woo-hoo with 5 sims through your whole life.

Travel to Paris at least once in your life. It’s the city of love, after all.

Who said getting lucky was always easy? Be rejected or fail twice with future spouse before finally dating them.

Make a family of prodigies - Every one of your kids must reach level 3 in some instrumental skill before becoming YA.

Generation 5: Happy by Pharrell Williams

“It might seem crazy what I'm about to say. Sunshine, she's here, you can take a break.”

You're a natural ray of sunshine. Always happy, cheerful and positive. Almost as if no-one could bring you down. Your positive outlook on life is infectious, sometimes obnoxiously so. Some people may call you a bimbo or himbo, telling you to get your head out of the clouds and be realistic. But all the negativity makes you smile and spread your positivity more. Whether they like it or not, nobody can put your light out. Traits:Schmoozer, Brave, Loves the Heat, Excitable, and Absent-minded or Easily Impressed

Goals:

As a child, your parents adopted you a furry friend. Become best friends forever with either a Golden Retriever or Orange Cat.

Join any social after school club during your school years. 

Upon aging up into a teen, make a new friend every sim week and maintain at least friend status or old friends.

Travel to Vacation world one summer with your family, and make 3 friends.

Work in a career that involves making people happy or protecting people (Firefighter, Singer, Acrobat, Magician, Lifeguard...)

Marry a sim that shares at least 3 of the same traits as you.

Spoil yourself and your lover at least once a week.

Optional Goals:

Live by the beach or beach inspired world

Collect everything from the summer festival

Master the Athletic Skill and Charisma Skill

Have a Honeymoon in Favorite Vacation world with your lover.

Have a total of 15 friends before you die.

Generation 6: Uptown Funk by Mark Ronson ft. Bruno Mars.

“Stylin', whilen, livin' it up in the city Got Chucks on with Saint Laurent Got kiss myself, I'm so pretty”

Everywhere you go, all eyes fall on you. You have a natural aura that screams, “You own the place” or “Look at me”. And the best part is you know it. Not to toot your horn or sound arrogant, but you know the truth-people want to be like you or be with you, you're the model sim after all. And if they don’t like you, you couldn't care less about irrelevant sims. You're not ashamed to live the high life because at the end of the day, you're the best and above everyone else. Traits: Irresistible, Star-quality, Snob, Dramatic, Mean spirited or Evil

Goals:

Have a strained relationship with all your siblings: They were always jealous they couldn’t be on your level.

Be best friends with parents. You were always their favorite child anyway.

Be a trend setter. Work in a career that you're the face of the company or runs the place. / Make money through owning properties or resorts and name them after yourself.

Live in a luxurious home or apartment.

Become a 5-star celebrity. Everyone has to know your name, one way or another.

Own 2 cars worth over $30,000 dollars. You have to show off your wealth around town.

Only date celebrities 3 stars or higher… You can’t be seen with just anybody, with paparazzi lurking.

Have a secret love child behind your lover’s back.

Be Hardly around for your kids. You don’t have time to raise them when you need to keep up appearances and make others love you.

Optional Goals:

Not everyone can handle your arrogance and natural aura - Have 5 “Haters”/Enemies.

Why leave your influence for just now? You're so great that you need to leave your impression in the future as well. Travel into the future and make a Utopia or befriend 3 sims.

People can’t seem to resist you, and you can’t blame them. Have 3 affairs throughout your life and never get caught.

Live in a city world (Or world with city life) and go to the hottest clubs in town every Saturday.

You're a Trendsetter. And you need to spread your influence as much as possible. Master the Charisma and Social Networking skills.

Generation 7: Starboy by the Weeknd ft Daft Punk

“ You talking money, need a hearing aid. You talking 'bout me, I don't see the shade. Switch up my style, I take any lane. I switch up my cup, I kill any pain.”

Your whole life has been filled with stardom, whether you like it or not. You come from a family with an impactful legacy of being influential or in the spotlight. Your parents themselves were high class, wealthy celebrities, leaving you and your siblings to inherit their spotlight while growing up. But growing up in the spotlight wasn’t as glamorous as your parents made it look. Stardom is filled with people praying for your downfall, fake friends, infidelities, no privacy and greed. It’s enough to make any person turn bitter and spiteful. You tried your hardest to reject it, but inevitably you learned to accept your celebrity status. But that doesn’t mean you won’t work hard to expose it, either. You are the Mf**ing Star-sim, anyway. Traits: Grumpy, Ambitious, Hot-Headed, No sense of Humor and Loner or Socially Awkward.

Goals:

Have a negative relationship with both your parents. They weren’t as great as they made the media believe.

As a child, don’t make any friends outside siblings or pets. You don't need fake friends, they only disappoint you.

Spend most of your time as a teenager away from home, either working or in after school activities.

Reach the top level of the Journalism career. Hollywood isn't gonna be exposed by itself.

Try to ruin your reputation twice but fail. People are so shallow and forgive too easily for some reason.

Always maintain a minimum of 2 celebrity stars. It's difficult to erase your family's influence.

Only get into a relationship when reached level 4 of your career. You're not really a people person, but finding love won't hurt?

Have only twins close to end of YA/ Once reached Adult life stage.

Optional Goals:

Expose your parents. Write a best-selling book about your parents' secrets and affairs.

It's difficult to find genuine people in the spotlight who aren't about clout or money. Marry a poor sim with the Good and Loner traits.

Reach level 5 in photography skills and level 6 of Social networking skills.

Have a secret celebrity expose blog that reaches 3 stars.

Generation 8: Shape Of You by Ed Sheeran

This Generation has 2 storylines to pick from

Storyline 1: "I'm in love with the shape of you. We push and pull like a magnet do. Although my heart is falling too. I'm in love with your body."

Growing in a small and tight-knit household, Your parents always allowed you and your siblings to pursue your interests. And from a young age, you wanted to be the very best, just like your grandparents. You had a competitive drive and always stayed motivated. You never understood how other’s could be so content with the bare minimum, like your twin. Furthermore, you two were complete opposites, but you didn’t let your twin hold you back. You strived for greatness and made a few rivals along the way. But it didn’t matter, as you weren’t letting anyone hold you back. Traits: Discipline, Athletic, Daredevil, Adventurous, Loves the Outdoors.

Goals:

Become better than your twin. Become an A student first, Join clubs first, make friends first…

Reach level 4 in Athletic skill before becoming a YA.

Make 3 rivals/enemies as a child and teen. You can’t help it if other people are sore losers.

Go to university with your Twin, and pursue a degree in Physical Education.

Meet future spouse at a college party, who's also pursuing Physical education and have a negative relationship with one another and start a rivalry with them.

Spend time at University trying to be better than your future lover.

Before graduating, you realized you and your rival aren’t that different. Retire the petty rivalry and hookup with them.

After graduating, your former rival and you become a power couple. Join the same career (Athletic, Military, Law enforcement, firefighter) and dominate the ranks together.

Optional Goals:

Get into a fight with your university rival once a week. Rivals to Lovers style.

Get max influence in Jock social group.

Try to get a perfect GPA in University and continue to outdo your twin.

Travel to China and learn the Martial arts. Master the Martial arts and Athletic skill.

Greatness only produces greatness after all. All of your children achieve Honor roll in their child and teen years.

Storyline 2: "Girl, you know I want your love. Your love was handmade for somebody like me. Well, come on now, follow my lead. I may be crazy, don't mind me."

Growing up, you always admired your parents' bravery and talent in journalism and writing. While your twin was constantly trying to be the best, you were the daydreamer. Preferring to stay inside reading books and daydreaming, about finding your soulmate. You didn’t care too much about school nor making as many friends possible, as you were too busy in your imagination painting your ideal life or dating a supernatural. While your twin was too busy being competitive and trying to be on top, you like taking life one day at a time. Why be like your twin a rush everything, when you can go with the flow and have things come to you? Traits: Clumsy, Artistic, Bookworm, Shy, Hopeless Romantic or Supernatural Fan.

Goals:

Have your best friend be your imaginary friend growing up. They were always more likeable than your twin anyway.

Join the book club as a child. Reading eventually inspired you to write your first novel as a teenager.

Reach level 4 of the writing skill before becoming YA. Master the Painting and Writing skills.

Go to university with your Twin, and pursue a degree in Communications.

Fall in love with a student in Rebel social group /Supernatural sim. Something about this sim seems to help you get out of your comfort zone and shell, and eventually becomes your soulmate you always dream of.

Spend the rest of University pinning after the sim and writing small novels based around them in spare time. Before graduating, finally confess your attraction.

After University, join a career similar to your parent in journalism or becoming a self-employed writer or become a film director.

Write only Romantic, Fantasy, and Drama novels based on your Romance with your lover.

Optional Goal:

Name your all your children after your favorite book characters.

Learn and master the Alchemy skill to impress your supernatural lover.

Have a dark academia inspired wedding and home with your Spouse.

Turn your imaginary friend doll into a real-sim.

Reach the max influence of the Nerd Social group.

Generation 9: God's Plan by Drake

"God's plan, God's plan. I hold back, sometimes I won't, yeah. I feel good, sometimes I don't (Ayy, don't)."

Despite having a great upbringing and supportive parents, growing up you always felt like the underdog compared to everyone else. You tried your hardest, and sometimes things failed to go your way. Kids used to bully you in elementary school, in high school you were rejected and left out. But if you learned a thing or two from your family, it’s to never give up. Your parent’s always did say you would reach your potential later in life. Traits: Unlucky, Loser, Overemotional, Eccentric, Commitment issues.

Goals:

Have no friends as child sim, with exception to siblings.

Switch part-time jobs and after school activities frequently. You can never find your true niche.

Have 3 failed relationships as teenager. Everyone seems to never want to give you a chance.

Change something about your appearance every week. (Ex: haircut/color, outfit, etc.). Maybe fitting in will help with being an outcast?

As a YA, move to an entirely new town or go to University. Maybe a fresh start is what you need?

Reach level 3 in logic skill and Level 4 in Athletic skill. This leads you to have a spiritual awaking and tap into your true potential. Change 3 traits to: Lucky and Charismatic and Irresistible.

Reach level 5 in 4 different careers.

Only befriend sims with compatible zodiac signs to yourself.

After your glow up, sims began to treat you differently but you never forgot your past. Become a heartbreaker and break 5 sims hearts.

Adopt or have a max of 2 kids.

Optional Goals:

Turn into a supernatural sim.

Master Inventing skill and invent 3 sim bots. You weren’t perfect but you can aim to make perfection overnight.

Being a heartbreaker is fun. Break a total of 10 hearts or ruin 3 sim relationships.

Never have less that $20k in your household funds.

Generation 10: Old Town Road by Lil Nas X

"Yeah, I'm gonna take my horse to the old town road. I'm gonna ride 'til I can't no more."

Your whole family legacy has been filled with highs and lows. Everyone wanting to make a name for themselves, but getting caught up in greed or power and even lust. But you always enjoyed the quiet and simplicity of life. Who cares about being famous or flashy luxury items? You won’t knock your family accomplishments, and you admire their hardships. But your enjoyment in life came from the purest form of being connected to the land and nature. After all, the most fulfillment in life comes from being connected to your roots right? It’s about high time you leave the city life behind… Traits: Animal lover, Equestrian, Eco-Friendly, Loves the Outdoors, Green Thumb or Technophobe(Extra challenge)

Goals:

Join the scouts as a kid and start a mini collection of bugs, fish, rocks etc…

Your siblings always asked for cars or the newest laptop, but you wanted an animal companion. Have parents adopt a horse for teenage birthday.

Move to the countryside or country inspired world as YA, away from family. You love them to bits, but you need a breath of fresh air.

Make a living by being a Farmer, Equestrian, Angler, or Gather. Complete related aspiration as well.

Always have a Horse and a cat/dog in the household. You just love yourself some furry friends.

Marry a fellow Animal lover and Green-thumb sim. Birds of a same feather do flock together.

Compete in the Horse races at least once a week.

Master the Horse Riding Skill.

Have 5 children. You always wanted a big family filled with happy children and animal companions.

Optional Goals:

Master Fishing and Gardening Skill.

Have all pets master pet related skills before death.

Live off the grid. Don’t have any electronic-based entertainment objects in your home. Rots the brain.

Name your kid’s nature-related names.

Embrace the traditional lifestyle. Grow all your produce for meals on your farm (With exception to meats/Winter time)

Build your own ranch or cottage from the ground up.

[dabblingreturns]

So over the past two years I have seen a few really good criticism of uncle Iron from atla.

And they are really good criticism about his role in conquest of the earth kingdoms abd water tribes.

And letter your character be flawed is honestly really important in good story telling. And recognizing that your favorite charecter is flawed is really important in healthy media consumption.

But I feel like we also need to talk about role....and an idea that my sister and I have been talking about for a while.

"The safe adult"

I see some stuff online going "any adult who interacts with a minor is a groomer/predator"

I disagree with this vehemently. I think one of the best ways to prevent a young person from being groomed is to make sure that they have multiple trusted adults in thier life.

I'm going to define "trusted adult" as someone significantly older* than young person, who isnt a parrent or gardian or teacher, but cares about the young person and can and will give the young person aid such as: safe place to exsist on a temporary basis, food, bus fare, and a willing listener.

A young person can go to a safe adult when they are upset, calm down, talk over thier problems, and get some feedback.

Sometimes the feedback is, "yes, this situation is unreasonable, and you need to take a stand.

Sometimes the feedback is, " yes this situation is unreasonable, but I cant see a way you can win in this situation and you might just have to bear it.

Sometimes the feedback is, "I see why you are upset, but your being an asshole"

Sometimes the feedback it "you're not the asshole"

Sometimes the feedback is "your all assholes but it will bet better"

But the safe adult cares about the young person and wants to help them without being completely wrapped up the drama.

Sometimes the feedback is "I'm so sorry that that happened to you, but im glad your here now"

And its easier to be a safe adult for someone else's kid than to be a parrent. A safe adult isn't fighting to keep someone feed, housed and clothed. A safe adult isn't judged when the young person messes up. So thier is less ego and obsession.

And that's what uncle Iron is for multiple characters in atla. Maybe not Zuko.....but for Toph and the young man in "Tales of Ba Sing Se, Uncle Iroh acts as a safe adult.

And we love him for that.

Because he is the kind of adult we needed around when we were young.

The safe adult doesn't have to be perfect.....they just have to care and listen want us to end up ok.

*8-10 years at least. But really old enough that they have cleaned up most of the messy fallout from thier own teen years.

[jazzycurls]

I want to know what love is -

pt.4

Summary: After years of being stuck in an abusive marriage you are hoping to start a new life with your son. Meeting an old acquaintance awakens feelings in you that you thought were long gone. Will your broken heart allow you to love again?

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Warnings/Tags: No use of y/n, angst, PTSD, domestic violence, injuries, jealousy, brief arguing/raised voices, curse words, hurt/comfort, fluff, smut, (let me know if I missed something)

An: Hi you guys! This is my first attempt at writing of any kind. All feedback is welcome, be gentle please haha. Please do not steal or copy my work. Don’t repost without credit. This is my written work, everything besides the characters and plot points by the original writers, belongs to me.

Word Count: 7,330

~

You were officially avoiding Eddie. The first few times you had blown him off it was coincidental. Things with the divorce proceedings had finally kicked off and time was sparse these days. The judge had approved having the court date moved up to two weeks due to the special circumstances with your husband. Which really meant it was because he was a pos woman abuser.

The bad thing about that, however, was it left you with time to fester on your thoughts and insecurities. Like, how could you have allowed yourself to get involved with someone?

You were still married technically. Even though that meant nothing to your husband, it still meant something to you. No matter if your marriage was dead and buried.

So whenever Eddie called, you feigned that you were too busy to talk or if he stopped by you were suddenly just leaving. The hurt look in his eyes killed you inside but you knew it was for his own good.

He shouldn't have to settle for someone with so much baggage. No matter how much you wanted and cared for him, you weren't good enough for him. If you love someone you only want the best for them and you loved Eddie, you were sure of that now.

You sighed as you sat in the doctor's office, today was the day that your cast would come off. Picking up a Rolling Stone magazine, you flipped through the pages trying to pass the time.

You were halfway through the magazine when someone sat next to you and leaned close to your ear, whispering your name. A small gasp escaped you, startled by the unexpected noise.

Looking up you saw Robin's smiling face. "Hey Robin, how's it going," you asked with an easy smile. You sat the magazine down on the end table and turned your body slightly towards her.

"It's going good, just getting ready for Eddie's graduation and all that jazz," she replied slyly.

"Right— that is coming up huh," you said thoughtfully. With everything you had going on you had completely forgotten about that. You had wondered if Eddie would graduate this year. At that moment you wished that you weren't avoiding him so he could have told you personally.

"So— when is the date?" you asked nonchalantly. Pretending to feign interest, you looked down and began to pick at your nails.

Robin nudged your shoulder with hers gently, forcing you to look into her eyes.  "I think you should ask him yourself," she said softly with a knowing smile.

Guilt ate at your conscience, making you lower your gaze again. "It's not that simple Robin," you replied with a heavy sigh.

She took your hand into hers. "I know that we don't know each other that well," she pauses before continuing. "But what I do know is how Eddie feels about you," she states firmly. "I think that you both deserve to have a conversation and be honest about what you want."

Tears spring forward threatening to fall. You looked at Robin and nodded your head, giving her hands a light squeeze. Before you could respond the nurse came into the waiting room, calling your name. You gave Robin a quick hug, promising to meet up soon before heading toward the nurse.

~

You sigh as you skirt around the question asked by your son. He had just asked if Eddie would be able to come by soon. Giving him a vague answer, you simply stated that you wanted to give him space so he could focus since it was the end of his school year.

He seemed to accept the answer and went back to preparing for bed. Once you had tucked him, you went to take the trash out. The trash had rapidly filled up and you had waited until the last minute to take it out.

You lugged the bag into the trash can on the side of your house before tossing it in. The night air was humid with no clouds in sight, with stars glittering in the sky. You dusted your hands off as you turned and walked back toward your trailer.

As you neared your porch steps, you noticed Eddie standing on his porch smoking a cigarette. Your eyes met at once, you held his gaze unable to look away. A puff of smoke exhaled from his lips, drifting off into the air.

You slowly walked along the short path to his home, stopping at his steps. Your stomach was twisted in knots as he regarded you with an impassive look.

You lowered your gaze unable to bring your eyes back to his face. You settle for staring at his Metallica shirt. Your nerves were shot and it felt as if you could hurl at any second.

Seconds ticked by without either of you speaking. "He's not going to make this easy on me," you thought silently. With another exhale a cloud of smoke floated through the air.

"Nice weather tonight huh," you joked lamely.

"I guess it is, huh?" he replied in a monotone voice. He turned slightly and flicked the ash into the yard. His eyes looked emotionless, you never realized how much you adored his expressive eyes until now.

"Eddie— I," you began and stopped, unable to form your words. You ran a hand over your face in exasperation. Taking a deep breath you gazed into his eyes imploringly, trying to convey all of the emotions you were feeling.

Something within his eyes stirred at that moment, warmth flooding his irises. A small smile worked its way onto your lips at that, which he quickly returned. Suddenly, a nice-looking car pulled into the driveway beside you.

You could tell they weren't from this park. No one had a car as nice as that one around here. The driver sat in the seat for a moment before getting out of the car. She was a petite blonde with a Hawkins High cheerleader outfit on. Her blonde hair was pulled into a high ponytail.

She gave you a small wave of acknowledgment before sauntering up to Eddie. She smiled prettily as she greeted him, her eyes crinkling in merriment. "Hey Eddie," she said sweetly. "I needed to see you, are you busy?" She cast a glance in your direction with a small smile before turning back to him.

You looked towards Eddie whose gaze was on hers with a fond expression. He looked back towards you, his face conflicted. "Wait for me in my room Chrissi, kay,?" he replied.

Your heart twisted painfully, feeling the bitter emotions of jealousy brewing again. Who was she? Was she just a friend? What was it about Eddie that caused you to be so jealous? You were never like this with your husband.

She nodded in agreeance and strolled into the trailer, shutting the door.

You cleared your throat awkwardly, everything that you had wanted to say earlier had dried up on your tongue. "I um— I just wanted to say that I," you faltered. You took a deep breath before continuing "I know your graduation is coming up and I wanted to know when is the ceremony," you asked, averting your eyes.

"Is that all that you wanted to say to me?" he retorted. He flicked the cigarette butt onto the gravel of the driveway, without taking his eyes off of you.

You sighed "I also just wanted to say that I was sorry for blowing you off," "I've been so busy with my divorce case, that I haven't had the time for anything else," you replied, telling half of the truth. You weren't that busy.

He tilted his head back in silent contemplation before looking back at you. "I know that wasn't all that you wanted to say," he replied bluntly.

"I'm not sure what's going on with you but whenever you're ready to talk to me, I'll be here," he says slowly, shoving his hands into his pajama pockets.

You just stand there, staring at him in shock. How could he expect you to spill your guts to him when at this very moment he had another woman waiting for him in his room?

You nod your head slowly "goodbye Eddie," you softly reply, turning and heading back to your home. Tears fall silently down your face. "Geez, get a hold of yourself," you admonish softly.

Stepping through your doorway, you close and lock it behind you. Light sobs finally escape you, once you're in the privacy of your home. Unable to stop yourself, you go to your window and peek out looking at Eddie's trailer.

He's still standing there on his porch leaning against the railing. His head hangs low, letting his curly mane fall into his face. Abruptly, he turns his head and looks directly at your window. Even though you know he can't, it still feels like he's looking directly at you.

Just as quickly, he turns and goes into his trailer shutting the door. You close your blinds and flop onto your couch. You lay there for a long time, staring up at your ceiling, as tears stream down the sides of your face into your hair.

~

Today is the day of your court date and you're nervous as hell. Your son is with your neighbor Mrs. Brenda, which allowed your parents to be present with you.

You, your lawyer, and your parents are all crowded in a small office for a quick meeting. Your lawyer goes over some small details before the proceeding commences.

Once he's finished, you excuse yourself to the restroom. You walk the short distance down the hall into the small bathroom, closing the door behind you. "You got this," you repeat to your reflection in the mirror.

Your words sound brave but your nerves are shot. Dark shadows sit under your eyes from lack of sleep. You were up all night, mind racing a mile per minute.

The person you needed the most right now wasn't here and that was entirely your fault. At this point, you couldn't find a valid reason as to why you had pushed him away. Maybe this was an effect of the abuse you had suffered for so long. Maybe you were too afraid to love again for fear of the unknown.

You weren't sure of anything anymore. The only certain thing was that everything seemed easier when Eddie was around. Now that he wasn't, the weight of everything pressed down heavily on your shoulders.

You had already come to terms that you had fallen in love with Eddie. Plain and simple, you weren't sure when it happened but you knew that it was a fact that could not be changed. You just hoped that there was still a chance for you two.

You could do this, your son needed you to be strong no matter what. With one final look in the mirror, you steeled your shoulders back and slung your purse over your shoulder. You exited the restroom and headed toward the entrance of the courtroom. Proceedings would start in approximately five minutes.

You stood by the side door to the courtroom with your lawyer patiently, when the bailiff opened the door ushering you inside. Your case was public, so anyone could attend if they wanted.

You glanced around the room noticing that your ex-husband and his lawyer were already seated. He sat there with a scowl etched into his features. You looked at the benches behind him and noticed that his parents were a no-show, which was no surprise. They were absent as parents and as grandparents so that was expected.

There were a few people here in show of support for you. There were your parents, of course, some of your co-workers and unexpectedly Nancy and Robin were here.

You gave them a small smile. Even though you hadn't known them very long, they were proving to be great friends. Towards the back you noticed a curly mop of hair sitting tall against the pew.

Eddie was here! Your eyes watered briefly as your eyes met his. You mouthed a brief thank you to which he returned with a smile and a thumbs up. Your spirits were instantly lifted, you could definitely do this.

You quickly sat down and waited for the judge to enter. After a few minutes, she arrived in the room.

"All rise," the bailiff commanded. After everyone besides the judge stood up, he continued "the court is now in session."

~

A triumphant grin was plastered across your face as you exited the courthouse. You were officially divorced from your husband. The judge also awarded you full custody of your son as well. Tears of joy slipped down your face.

You stood on the court steps and turned to your lawyer as you shook his hand. "Thank you so much for the time and effort you put into my case," you stated sincerely.

"It was my pleasure, hopefully, this will be the last time you need my services," he joked lightly with a smile before walking away.

You turned to your parents who both gave you a big hug at once. "We're so happy for you dear," your mother whispered to you.

"I love you, honey," your father said kissing you on your forehead.

They let you go giving you a quick goodbye, so you could greet your friends. Nancy and Robin stood to the side, with big smiles on their faces. "What you did today, that took a lot of guts," "I'm so happy and proud of you," Nancy gushed giving you a tight hug.

"You're a strong woman and you deserve nothing but happiness," Robin stated cheerfully.

"Thank you guys, I appreciate you being here for me, it means a lot." You brushed a few stray tears from your cheek. "I'm so happy, I met you two."

"Ditto," Robin replied hugging you.

Nancy smiled in response "Steve wanted me to tell you he's sorry he couldn't make it and he sends his love."

"Tell him I said thank you." you smiled back.

You turned to your right, seeing Eddie standing off to the side. "I'll see you guys later," you stated, giving them another hug before heading over to Eddie.

"Hi, Eddie," you said as your eyes crinkled in happiness.

"Hey sweetheart," he stated in response.

"I just want to say how grateful I am to have you in my life," you replied earnestly. "I know that things aren't great between us right now but you still were there for me nonetheless." You pause and wait for his reply on bated breath.

"I would do anything for you, nothing's going to change that." He looks down at you gazing into your eyes. His eyes were guarded but still held some of the warmth you were accustomed to.

"You step closer to him, putting your hand upon his cheek. "Eddie, I lo—."

"I can't believe this shit!"

You and Eddie both turned around in surprise. Your now ex-husband stood a few feet away with a grimace on his face.

Your breath left you in one full swoosh. Even though you had won the case, you were still terrified of him. Eddie quickly grabbed your hand in his, pulling you closer to him. He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.

"I guess you couldn't wait to divorce me huh?" "You're like a bitch in heat, jumping from one dick to the next!" he snapped.

Before you could react, Eddie flew from your side towards your ex. His ringed fingers smashed into his face with a sickening thud. He hoisted him up by his collar, putting his face near his "watch your fucking mouth, you son of a bitch!" he snarled.

Your ex yanked his head back, smashing his forehead into Eddie's mouth.

Eddie stumbled back, dazed for a moment, before righting himself and charging in again. They began to exchange blow for blow before tousling each other to the ground.

Tears ran down your cheeks as you screamed for them to stop. You grabbed onto Eddie's arm, who was now sitting on top of your ex pummeling him into the pavement. "Eddie, please!" you begged.

He turned around, his face falling at seeing your tear-stricken face. He stood up abruptly and swiveled towards you, taking you into his arms.

You both became aware of the onlookers and the fact that you were still standing near the courthouse. "C'mon Eds, let's get out of here please, he's not worth it." you pleaded.

Eddie turned his head in your ex's direction, who was still sitting on the ground holding his bloody nose "don't speak to her, don't look at her, don't even think about her," he exclaimed. Heavy breaths caused his chest to rise and fall.

He turned back to you and ushered you down the steps into the parking lot. You were in a stupor when you both came to a stop by Eddie's van. "Hey— princess?" "Look at me please!" Eddie gripped your arms tightly, peering into your eyes.

Finally, you turned to him with a pained look in your eyes. "I'm sorry," your voice was small and broken. You laid your head on his chest, sobs wracking your frame.

"Hey, hey— sorry for what?" "I hope you're not apologizing for what that fuck face did back there," he said.

"This is exactly what I didn't want to happen, Eddie," "you shouldn't have to deal with this!" You let out an exasperated sigh, stamping your foot to the ground.

"You shouldn't have to either, sweetheart!" "Nobody deserves to have to deal with that, especially you!" he affirmed.

You knew deep down that he was right but a part of you still believed that it was your mess to deal with alone.

"Let's get out of here, I'll drive you home if that's okay?" Eddie asked gently.

You nodded your head, yes, letting him help you up into his van. He ran around and hopped into the driver's side, cranking the car quickly. The drive back to the park was silent, you closed your eyes, instantly feeling drained.

It was crazy how your ex could manage to destroy the joy you felt from the divorce settlement in a split second. You opened your eyes and peeked over at Eddie. His eyes were focused on the road, a frown was settled on his face from deep contemplation.

You closed your eyes again letting yourself drift off to sleep.

~

You were awakened by someone gently shaking you awake. You opened your eyes to find Eddie standing beside the opening of the van door. "Hey sleepy head," he said giving you a lopsided grin.

"Hey," you mumbled as you rubbed your eyes. You let out a small yawn, before taking his outstretched hand and hopping down from the van.

The sun was low in the sky creating a pinkish-orange hue directly behind Eddie's silhouette. You thought that he looked like an angel at that moment.

"So, where's the little man?" Eddie wondered aloud breaking you out of your reverie.

"He's with Mrs. Brenda right now," you replied distractedly. Your gaze was now focused on your fingers intertwined with his, you had yet to let go of his hand and you didn't want to either.

"Eddie, I'm really sorry," you implored. "I shouldn't have let my insecurities push you away." You ran your thumb across his as you continued "I realize now that my fears were unbased and I'm sorry if I hurt you in any way."

You sniffled a little as you poured every ounce of courage into your next words "I love you, Eddie," "I love everything about you, from your personality, your laugh, your hair, and the way you uplift me." "I know that you may or may not have a girlfriend but I can't let another day go by without telling you how I feel."

Eddie looked at you, his brown eyes glistening with unshed tears. He coughed, swiping at his eyes as he squeezed your hand. "I love you too, I think I've loved you ever since the moment I caught you spying on me," he laughed.

"Hey! I was not spying, I was just making sure that there wasn't some crazed maniac loose in the neighborhood," you quipped, giving a light laugh. Your nerves started to settle with the banter.

"Seriously though," he began, unsure of how to put his feelings into words adequately. "I love you and there's no one else," he replied seriously. "You deserve all of the happiness in the world and I want to be the one to give it to you."

You laughed breathlessly as you rested your head on his shoulder. Lingering tears dusted your lashes.

With his finger he tilted your chin back up, directing your gaze onto his. You held your breath as he leaned in closer to you, his lips hovering over yours. "I missed you, sweetheart," he whispered.

"I missed you too, Eds," you confided, whimpering as he pressed his lips to yours. You ran your tongue against the cut on his lower lip soothingly, trying to kiss the bruise away.

He pressed his body onto yours with a groan, pushing you against the van. Your hands fisted his shirt as he stole your breath away, his lips nipping at yours in soft bites. His tongue caressed yours sensually making heat pool in between your thighs.

You pulled away with a gasp, lips swollen from his kisses. "I have to go, I need to pick up my son," you mumbled, a pout on your smiling lips.

"Yeah I need to go too, I have rehearsals tonight for my graduation next week," he replied.

"I'm so proud of you Eddie," you stated giving him a tight hug.

"Me too," he said as he squeezed you back just as tight. "It'll be next Thursday at 8 p.m., I hope you can make it."

"I wouldn't miss it for the world," you promised. You gave him another quick kiss before pushing lightly on his chest so you could move away from the van.

"Tell your son that I'll be by to see him soon, we need to practice for the DND campaign coming up!" he exclaimed as he hopped into his van.

"Will do," you laughed before turning and walking away. You felt a little lightheaded from the emotional roller coaster you went on today. With a smile on your face, you headed to your neighbor's trailer to pick up your son.

~

It was the night before Eddie's graduation and you were preparing for the surprise you had planned for him. You had just come from the store to get the ingredients and party decorations you needed. You were going to cook his favorite food (you had gotten that information from his Uncle Wayne) and bake a cake.

After introducing yourself, Wayne had let it slip that Eddie had never had anyone throw him a party. His parents were too self-absorbed to be bothered and once Wayne had taken him in, his job took up a lot of his spare time.

The thought of him never being celebrated saddened you beyond belief. He was such a great person inside and out and he should be celebrated as such. You shook your head clearing all thoughts and focused on the task at hand.

Your son was with Eddie at the moment, they were both at Hawkins High playing DND. Apparently, this was the start of a new campaign, allowing your son to be able to join in.

You hung up black, red, and gold streamers all around the room. There was also a black tablecloth laid out across your dining table.

You had chosen these colors since they were some of the main ones he usually wore. As you were finishing up some of the final touches, you looked at the clock noting that it was seven o clock.

You had about another hour before they came back and you wanted to make the most of it. Eddie had practice with his band after DND, so you didn't have to worry about him coming over and spoiling the surprise.

As you were finishing up the final touches you heard a jingling of keys in the lock at the front door. Your eyebrows furrowed in worry. Whoever was on the other side eventually gave up with the keys and proceeded to start banging on the door.

"Come out here, I need to talk to you!" It was your ex-husband and from the sound of it, he sounded three sheets to the wind. You peered nervously out the window and saw him, one hand leaning up against the door to keep from stumbling.

Your first reaction was fear, which had seized you by the throat. Eventually, that gave way to anger. Anger over the abuse you suffered for years, anger over the pain your son suffered, and last but not least, you were just plain old tired of his shit.

Banging still rang in the air, as you walked to your room calmly and went into your closet. You pulled out the steel bat you kept for protection and headed toward your back door. You made a quick detour to your phone and called them informing them of the situation.

Taking a deep breath, you opened your back door and made your way to the front of your home.

"You looking for me," you stated as you stood on the gravel in front of your home.

He turned around, stumbling, before righting himself and coming down the steps. "Yeah, I need to talk to you— you slut," he spat.

"No— you don't, I've always listened to you!" you stated firmly. Your courage began to build as you continued. "That ends right now, it's your turn to listen to me and listen clearly because I won't repeat myself."

His eyes went wide with shock and for once he was silent.

"You made me feel worthless, ashamed, lonely, and unlovable," you let out. "I used to wonder what it would feel like to have a man touch me gently, to want me and caress me." your hands gripped the bat you held as anger and sadness began to bubble up within you.

"You abandoned your rights as a husband and a father a long time ago." "You don't get to question me about my personal life any longer." you glared at him as you continued. "I no longer give you power over me or my life." you declared finally.

You eyed him as he stood there and took in everything you just said. He looked towards you with a defeated look in his eye before nodding his head. With a staggering step, he turned to his car to leave.

You let out a silent breath as you watched him near his car. You turned around to head into your home when the crunch of heavy footfalls came from behind you.

You turned around quickly, swinging your bat along with you, connecting the heavy steel with his midsection. He doubled over with a grunt as you stepped back holding your bat up in defense.

"You're gonna regret that," he huffed before charging in your direction.

You hastily dodged his step bringing the bat down again with a crack against his back making him fall to his knees. Your heart thumped wildly in your chest from the adrenaline.

"Just stop it already," you yelled, out of breath.

Suddenly, he side-swiped your feet from under you, resulting in you crashing to the ground.  The wind was knocked out of you as you hit the ground with a thud.

He crawled over to you as you lay on the ground, momentarily stunned. A sinister grin slid across his face as he hovered over you bringing his hands to your neck. Before he could reach you a single gunshot rang in the air, catching both of your attention.

You turned your hand in the direction of the noise finding Mrs. Brenda standing on her porch. "Get your ass up you yellow-bellied coward," she snapped keeping her gun trained on him.

He scrambled to his feet as fast as he could in his alcohol-induced state.

You sat up slowly, standing up, and dusting off your clothes. Turning to your neighbor, you nodded your head giving her a small smile. "Thank you, Mrs. Brenda, I got it from here," you stated lowly.

You walked over to your ex and stood in front of him toe-to-toe feeling nothing but contempt and disgust. You stood there glaring at him directly in his eyes, mustering all of the rage you felt for him before hauling off and punching him square in the temple.

His head snapped sharply to the right as he dropped heavily to the ground, knocked out cold. You kicked his side, detecting no movement whatsoever.

The faint sound of sirens could be heard in the background getting closer and closer. You turned around and walked over to your neighbor who now sat on her steps. You sat down beside her with a heavy sigh and lay your head down on her shoulder.

She grabbed your hand giving it a tight squeeze. "I'm so proud of you dearie."

You nodded your head with a faint smile gracing your lips and waited for the police to arrive.

~

You help up your camera as you watched the Principle call Eddie's name to receive his diploma. As he walked across the stage you, your son, Uncle Wayne, Nancy, and Steve along with his friends from the DND club clapped loudly cheering him on.

Eddie stopped to take his picture one handing holding his diploma and the other shaking the principal's hand. He took the diploma and walked to the end of the stage before quickly turning around and flipping off the principal and the rest of the staff.

Some of the audience gasped loudly while others whooped and hollered in amusement. Eddie quickly made haste, running comically, down the steps before the security guard could catch him.

You laughed along at his theatrics feeling your heart swell with joy. The situation that had happened last night was nonexistent in your mind. You had yet to tell Eddie, not wanting to spoil or take away from his moment.

So when Eddie and your son arrived home, the police had already escorted your ex off of the property and on the way to jail. With the no-contact order violated and the assault he committed, it didn't seem he would be getting out anytime soon.

You promised yourself that you would tell Eddie when the time was right but for now, you just wanted to enjoy him in his moment.

After the ceremony, you all planned to meet back up at your place for Eddie's graduation surprise. With the help of your son, you invited the rest of his friends from DND to the party as well.

It would be a tight fit but you had cooked plenty of food for the special occasion. One of the younger kids named Dustin (who was a total sweetheart by the way) would keep Eddie preoccupied as you and your son went home to set everything up.

Dustin had just sent a message through his walkie-talkie, letting everyone know that he and Eddie were on the way. You absent-mindedly thought about how convenient those things were. You had read somewhere about a portable telephone but it cost thousands of dollars. Way out of your price range, you would have to stick to the corded phones.

"Okay focus," you told yourself. Everyone began to take their places when the crunch of gravel could be heard from Eddie's van. Everyone had parked a ways down, so Eddie would be none the wiser as he walked up your steps. Quickly lighting the candles on the cake you stepped forward holding it up with a big smile.

You held your breath as the door nob jiggled before opening. "Surprise!" everyone yelled. Confetti shot up in the air and began to fall like rain.

In true Eddie fashion, he stumbled back a bit, falling into Dustin who was standing directly behind him. A big O shape was formed on his pouty lips as he held a hand to his chest. His gaze was on yours when he asked "Wow, is all of this for me?"

You shook your head yes, beaming with joy "congratulations Eddie, I love you." You held the candlelit cake towards him, prompting him to blow it out.

Tears glistened in his big expressive eyes before he closed them and blew out his candles. He bashfully swiped at his eyes with the back of his hand "thanks sweetheart— I've never had anyone do this for me— ever."

You sat the cake down and turned to him, giving him a deep hug, your arms circling his neck bringing him down to you. "It's just what you deserve Eddie, you mean a lot to me, to all of us," you finished, whispering for his ears only."

You pulled back with a grin "Alright who's ready to eat, Eddie gets the first plate though." Several groans could be heard from the younger kids.

"Hey, you guys better be nice or I'll make the next campaign your worst nightmare," Eddie threatened with a saccharine smile.

"STOP threatening those kids Eds," you admonished as you handed him a plate.

"Yes princess," he replied with a sweet smile.

~

The party was a hit, everyone loved the food. Especially Eddie who had gone back for seconds and thirds. There were a few folks still lingering around talking as you cleaned up. Your parents had picked up your son and were taking him out of town to six flags for the summer vacation. They would be gone for about a week.

It was pretty easy to clean up since you had used paper plates and cups. The only thing you had to wash was the cake pan and a few dishes that held the food. You were done with the dishes in fifteen minutes and had moved on to the cups and plates.

Most people had been respectful of your home and had put everything into the trash. Before you go to take out the trash, a hand rested on your shoulder, stopping you. "Allow me, please," he whispered near your ear, taking the bag from your hand.

After getting an earful from Eddie about overexerting yourself, you sat down, letting him finish the rest. You dozed off into a light slumber as you waited for him to finish.

A kiss to your temple roused you awake, which was followed by another. "Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?" Eddie asked as you opened your eyes.

You blinked slowly, trying to clear the sleepy haze you were stuck in. "I don't think so," you replied finally.

"That's a shame," he said thoughtfully before pressing another kiss along your jawline. "Because you are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. I always thought so, even back when we were in school together," he confessed pressing his lips against the hollow of your throat.

Your mind spun at the revelation, had he always liked you? Why had he never said anything? Before you could ask, he answered for you.

"I had a big crush on you back then but by the time I built up the courage to approach you, it was too late." He leaned over you from his seat on the couch, pressing your body into the cushions.

Your hands instinctively went around his neck, pulling him closer to you. "You shouldn't have been nervous, I always thought you were cute," "But now I think you're hot," you admitted.

You slid your tongue against the shell of his ear, pulling it between your teeth. He groaned in response, pressing wet kisses onto your collarbone.

His hands began to move up and down your sides before grasping your legs and settling them around his hips. The skirt you have on rises and pools around your waist in the process.

You whine as you feel him press against your center. Warmth begins to flood the space between your legs, making you grind wantonly against him.

"Fuck baby, I've been thinking about this ever since that night at the club." He slides a hand between the two of you and against the front of your panties. "About this tight little pussy of yours, squeezing my fingers so tight."

You moan out and run your hands through the curls at the nape of his neck. "Me too," you whimper needily.

He leans back, looking into your eyes as he slips his fingers under the band of your underwear and slides the two digits right into you until his palm is flat against your clit.

A gasp leaves your mouth which he quickly swallows with a messy kiss. His lips slide over yours as he begins to move his fingers inside of you. The palm of his hand provides the right amount of friction to make you pulse around him.

He groans in response pulling away from you to lean up a bit as he increases his speed. He takes his other hand and begins to rub against your clit with fast strokes. "I want to see you cum first before I fuck you," his voice is dark and raspy with desire.

"First on my fingers," he says as he slides his fingers out and shoves them back in.

You roll your hips in response, small whimpers of pleasure falling from your lips.

"Then I want you to cum on my tongue." he groans, rubbing your nub even faster.

A high-pitched whine leaves you as your walls began to flutter harshly. Your eyes feel heavy as your orgasm began to bloom. You cum with a jolt, soaking his hand and the cushions beneath you.

As you try to catch your breath he removes his hand from you, slipping it into his mouth. He hums to himself as he removes them with a pop. Leaning over you, he gives you an open mouth kiss, both of your tongues are sliding across each others frantically.

"Too many clothes on," he says, tugging on your skirt.

Lifting your hips you allow him to pull it off the rest of the way. You hurriedly pull off your shirt, throwing it across the room, leaving you in your red bra and panties.

He notices the bow at the top and his eyes darken. "You know this is my favorite color right?" he declares giving you another heated kiss.

He quickly tugs off his shirt as you unbutton his pants and belt, sliding them down his legs.

Your lips part in desire as you notice him straining against his boxers, a stain from precum coats the front. You can tell that he's big just from the outline of it. Suddenly, it jumps making you gasp out like some sort of virgin.

"Like what you see," he says cheekily. His eyes flashed in amusement.

"I do," you reply honestly, licking your lips slowly.

"Jesus Christ, sweetheart," he replies as he palms himself through his boxers. "Okay baby, turn over," he demands as he grabs your hips and flips you over, pulling your ass up into the air.

"Fuck me," he says as he admires your body, his breath fans across your cheeks. He unclasps your bra and you let it slip down your arms before pushing it onto the floor. Next, he takes off your panties, slowly dragging them down your hips, caressing your skin along the way.

They too end up tossed carelessly around the room.

You're on your hands and knees. His arm is tucked under your waist, keeping your lower half in the air as he presses a hand against your back, pushing down until your chest is on the couch.

He pulls away briefly and both hands grip your ass before pulling them apart. "Eddie, what are you—.”

Your question dies on your tongue as he licks a fat stripe from your clit all the way to your puckered hole and back. You keen into him, arching like a cat. "Fuck Eddie," you yell loudly, all of your inhibitions are gone as he takes you apart piece by piece.

You cry against the fabric of the couch as his lips close over your sensitive clit, flicking it repeatedly with his tongue before dipping into your hole. He repeats this action a couple of times before you lose track. Your orgasm comes faster than before, building you up into a frenzy.

Eddie pulls from you gaining a disappointed groan "Eddie, I'm so close," you whine bucking your hips. You feel the couch shift and suddenly his head is underneath you, his hands pulling your hips down to sit on his face.

His tongue is sticking out as you lower yourself down, slipping it inside of you. His nose bumps into your clit as you grind on his face.

He's relentless, his hands are massaging and then smacking you on your ass repeatedly. He suctions his lips around you and sucks at your clit harshly. Your body begins to vibrate in pleasure, incoherent sobs echo off of the walls as your heat blooms through you making your toes curl.

Your face is smushed into the couch as you rut against him, crying out his name in a chant over and over.

Tears stream down your cheeks as he lifts you by your arms and turns you over onto your back.

"Fuck— you're so pretty princess," he says running his thumb over your tears. He's sitting up on his knees as he slides his boxers down and off of his legs.

"He's big," you think absentmindedly. Lengthwise, it hangs heavy, curving slightly to the right. You take your hand and guide him to your entrance.

He chuckles "So desperate, huh baby?" He groans as you began to pump your hand against him. "Okay you win," he mumbles, slotting himself in between your legs.

His gaze is steady as he eases into you, his mouth falling open. His cock slides in easily from the wetness of your orgasms, as you accept the burn from the stretch around him.

Your head falls back against the couch as you moan in ecstasy, your hands gripping his hair. "Fuck, you feel so good, so wet," he exclaims, breathing shakily against your lips.

After a moment he begins to move, pulling out before plunging back in. His fingers dig into your hips as he quickly finds his rhythm.

Your breasts began to bounce as thrusts in and out of you. The movement catches his attention and he latches on, swirling his tongue around your nipple.

"Eddie," you sigh as you stroke the back of his head lovingly. You push your foot onto the cushion of the couch and began to move against him.

"Oh my God," he moans, biting his lip harshly. "Sweetheart, you're gonna make me cum if you keep that up," he grunts, driving into you deeper.

"I want to feel you cum," you breathe out, feeling your orgasm starting to build again.

Still pumping into you, he glides his hand from your hip, brushing over your clit.

Your hips jerk away from his as he rubs your bundle of nerves. The feeling is too much, bordering the thin line between pleasure and pain.

He holds you still, making you accept the pleasure that he's giving you. His hips begin to falter as his release draws near. "You close baby?" he asks shakily.

You nod your head yes, unable to form any words. He presses down onto your clit again, drawing your orgasm out of you.

This one is bigger than the rest, your whole body is strung tight as he pistons in and out of you at a deafening speed. You cry out, your walls clamping down tight onto him as you gush around his cock.

A low moan leaves his lips as he follows soon after. You could feel him pulsing inside of you, filling you up as he paints your walls.

Heavy breaths fell from you both as you tried to catch your breath. Eddie is the first to move, lifting his weight off of you, and leaning onto his forearms. "Hey," he says with a smile.

"Hi," you giggle, nuzzling your nose into his neck.

"I think I'd like to cash in on that kiss you owe me," he wonders aloud, grinning deviously.

You scoff in disbelief, this man is literally still inside of you and is asking for a kiss. With a shake of your head, you pull his head closer, slotting your lips between his. You pour yourself into the kiss, giving yourself to him completely. Your tongue strokes his passionately as you feel your heart open up to him, ready to love and to be loved.

You pull away gasping for breath as you rest your forehead on his.

"Damn, I'm so glad I won that water gun fight," he says before going in for another kiss.

"Shut up," you laugh as you move to sit up.

He moves with you causing him to fall out of you, a trail of fluids following. Your eyes widen as his cock jumps at the sight.

"Eddie, I—," you trail off unable to finish your sentence.

"Don't worry sweetheart, I'll take it easy on you tonight and give you a break before we start again," he states cockily giving you a wink. He stands up and walks down the hall to the bathroom naked to get a towel.

Your eyes are glued to his ass as leaves. He returns quickly with a warm towel and cleans you up before cleaning himself. You take the towel and put it in the hamper.

After putting your clothes on, you both sit silently on the couch, leaning against the other in comfortable silence. A thought comes to you making you jump up in excitement.

Eddie raises an amused brow in response.

"We should have the movie night," you reply, giddy with happiness. "Y'know since we had to cancel it like a million times."

"I think that's a great idea," he says smiling at you lovingly.

You walk over to the tapes scanning them before selecting one and popping it in.

"Nightmare on Elm Street, my favorite," he nods. "Y'know, if u get scared, you can just hold onto me sweetness, I'll protect you," he states holding up his arm and kissing his muscle.

You roll your eyes at him with a grin before cutting off the lights in your living room and heading back over to him.

You sit next to him on the couch and he pulls you closer, tucking you into his side. He tilts your head back to look into his eyes "I love you," he says seriously, his eyes are big and filled with warmth. 

"I love you too Eddie," you reply giving him an intense kiss. A smile spreads across your face, you feel overwhelmed with happiness. With a happy sigh, you nestle your head against his chest as you settle in for the movie.

The End

[novastories]

8 Letters

Title and story inspired the song “8 Letters” by Why Don’t We.

Summary: Aurora and Bradley have known each other for so long, so why is it so hard to say those little 8 letters?

Disclaimer: This story is fictitious. All works are written by me and only posted here. Please do not copy, repost, or plagiarize on any other platform without my permission!

Warnings: None, all fluff! 

Word Count: 1k

A/N: A 2nd chapter in one week?? 😳

This was written for @roosterforme's #Love Is In The Air TGM Challenge! This chapter can be read on its own, but it's better to read the story in order! I’ve had this song already waiting to be used, and I found a perfect moment to use this for Aurora and Bradley! Thank you Em for letting me participate in this challenge! And thank you @reginleight my beta reader and editor for editing this!

So please enjoy, I hope you like it! Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! ❤️

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“Care to dance?” Aurora was in the middle of a conversation between her mother and Aunt Carole when that familiar voice came beside her. They’d been discussing her upcoming job at NCIS for a while now, so when Bradley approached with his hand out to her and an offer to dance, Aurora was glad to take him up on it.

With a smile she took his hand, a spark running through her veins as it always did whenever she and Bradley would touch.

“What took you so long, Rooster?” she answers, teasing him. He rolls his eyes as he leads her to the makeshift dance floor in the Bradshaw’s backyard that was made for Aurora’s and Peyton’s graduation celebration. It was already late in the night, so there weren’t as many people as there were earlier, but still quite a bit.

Peyton and Lucille were at a table arguing over something, while her Uncle Ice, Uncle Goose, Slider, and her dad Maverick were drinking at another nearby table, talking about the “good old days.” Her mom Penny, Aunt Carole, Aunt Sarah and Uncle Slider’s wife were all in a huddle talking about who knows what. More guests were mingling with others, and some were out on the dance floor as well.  

Aurora chuckles at the sight while Bradley swings her around. She places one hand on his shoulder, and one hand in his own hand, just like they used to do during their summer nights dancing in the Bradshaw’s living room. The DJ then starts a new slow song, one that Aurora recognizes immediately.

You know me the best.

You know my worst, see me hurt, but you don't judge.

That right there is the scariest feeling.

She looks up at Bradley who had a smirk on his face.

“What? You think I don’t know my best friend’s favorite song?” He teases seeing her shocked face.

“I just didn’t think you remembered,” she blushes. Not only was it her favorite song, but it was also one she had related to way too much.

“Darling, when it came out, you’d scream it every opportunity you got, and even made me put it on my playlist for car rides.”

She groans and buries her face in his chest as he laughs. He knew her like the back of his hand, and sometimes he used that to his advantage. But really, it only ever added to the growing fondness she held for him.

They continue to sway to the music as Aurora leans her head against Bradley’s chest, listening to his heartbeat, while Bradley rests his chin on top of her head. 

If all it is is eight letters

Why is it so hard to say?

If all it is is eight letters

Why am I in my own way?

Aurora thinks of the words to the songs. Oh how she wants to tell Bradley how she feels. How she was so enamored by him the first time they met when they were little, from that first kiss on the hand from him. How every summer they spent together, she fell in love with every little thing about him. How she was always jealous of the girls he dated, but didn’t say anything because she wanted to protect their friendship. But she couldn’t say it. 

Isn't it amazing how almost every line on our hands align?

When your hand's in mine

It's like I'm whole again, isn't that a sign?

I should speak my mind

Little did she know, Bradley was thinking the same thing. He wanted to tell her how much he adored her, how all he thought about was their kiss on Christmas that one night, how all he wanted in his life was to follow her through the ends of the earth.

But he couldn’t say it either. 

I've said those words before, but it was a lie

And you deserve to hear them a thousand times

They didn’t want to hold each other back. Bradley’s naval aviator career was just taking off, and hopefully would soon be going to Top Gun in a few months. Aurora was about to become an NCIS agent to make a name for herself. If they said it now, what would happen? 

When I close my eyes

It's you there in my mind

When I close my eyes

They knew that if they had both spoken those words, those 8 letters, it would make everything messy. They didn’t want to risk their friendship, not now. Not when they’ll be miles apart. 

“You’ll be safe, right?” Bradley asks Aurora who was peacefully still resting her head on his chest. She looks up at his eyes that were filled with concern. 

“I already said I would, B.” She says softly.

If all it is is eight letters

Why is it so hard to say?

If all it is is eight letters

Why am I in my own way?

Why do I pull you close?

And then ask you for space

If all it is is eight letters

Why is it so hard to say?

“I know, I just…I worry about you, and being a federal agent is a dangerous job.”

“Okay, Mr. Naval Aviator. Shouldn’t I be saying that to you?” she sasses at him.

“Yeah, but I just want you to be safe.”

“For you B, anything. As long as you stay safe too.”

“Always for you princess,” he whispers as he kisses her forehead, when all he really wanted to do was kiss her lips. She hums in reply as they finish dancing to the song. 

They didn’t say anything else. It’s not like they were nervous to say those 8 letters, they just weren’t ready yet. So instead they kept their feelings to themselves as they danced with the stars watching over them as always, because that moment was all they had for now. But for the two of them, that would be enough until they saw each other again. When they were ready, they would say those 8 letters to each other. “I love you.”

When I close my eyes

It's you there in my mind

When I close my eyes

If all it is is eight letters

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Not A Hero and End of Zoe cutscene talk

theres not a lot but they have some points (and I probably missed some for Not A Hero... I feel like I did)

Not A Hero

1. Lucas: "Is it ready? Can we begin? "I can't help it, man. We've got work to do."

Veronica: "Chris, did we lose him?" Chris: "No, no. Ethan Winters has been secured. He's alive and well, considering." Veronica: "And Lucas Baker? Right now, he's our only link to The Connections." Chris: "He's next on my list.“

we don't learn who Lucas is talking to but we do know its not the connections. Lucas is a double agent selling data to have another group about Evie (and from one of the files we learn why. he thinks the connections won't use Evie properly)

two options: normal feedback from the guys in helicopter when they were flying away and Veronicas comment about how Lucas is their only link lends to that.

but also CONSIDERING WHAT? have you seen RE1 hd Chris alternative outfit looking like the most douchy thing known to man? you know don't judge a book by its cover. But all jokes aside he says this with assurance as if he knows Ethan. And they knew he was going to be there that's what it sounds like to me anyway

2. "dialogue: experiments with an e-type variant": aka these fuckers: fumers and mama molded (later on "I have no idea. its something new. Proceed with extreme caution... white variant is extremely resilient")

3. the son of a bitch has been sending status reports on Evie to the connections: self explanatory this is confirmation of their previous thoughts (briefing document you find in Chris's inventory at the start) and there is a moment of Chris expressing his distaste of working with Blue Umbrella.

4. "if you're gonna kill me just kill me for the love of god shut the fuck up"... no analysis just big ass mood really

5. "Umbrella and Redfield have been taken care of. dealing with them cost me some time cost them a lot more. But I can still get that data to you but we're quits after that" I am going to say this was towards the connections and not the other party but i don't know for sure

6. Lucas "a lot of people out there want to know about out little Evie. a lot of people" Chris: "Your friends, the connections know about this they don't strike me as the forgiving type"

Who are the other people? what was Lucas's plan after he completely betrayed the Connections (... why did Lucas betray the connections? we can infer the why as again he thought they won't use her properly) and of course the criminal organisation won't be forgiving at outright betrayal (or even perceived betrayal for that matter) makes you wonder why explicity Ethan and Mia were moved to where they are in Village (and if they have been moved before)

7. Veronica: "Chris, the data transfer's almost complete!“ Chris: "How do I stop it?" Veronica: "You need a way to shut down the server. There may be some transformer relays you can—“ Chris shoots "OK… that worked. Gonna be some pissed computer techs up here, but—“ Chris: "Cry me a river. What's the sitrep?" Veronica: "The facility is clear. Even the newer breeds have been neutralized." Chris: "Then I'm outta here.“ Veronica: "Perimeter wall is up and operational.“ Chris: "Good. "Think we did any good here?“ Veronica: "Not for them, unfortunately, but the mold is contained. Hopefully, they're Evie's last victims.“ Chris: "Hopefully.“ Veronica: "Chris, there's a call for you. You need to take it back at the camp.“ Chris: "Alright. I'm on my way."

no thoughts about the first part of the bolded text other than it makes me sad. Chris has been in this so long and its just you know tiring for him

now the call back at camp. I am willing to bet that's its Ethan asking him to search for Zoe. And again I ask how can a random normal civilian get a direct line to anyone in this situation let alone Chris Redfield?

End of Zoe

Joe: "What the hell are you boys up to?“ Soldier: "That's her alright. Zoe Baker. She's still breathing. Call in to HQ."

I wonder who wants status reports? also did they get a chance (I hope the prisoner Joe takes took the chance whilst he was out got the call out)

...Soldier: "Listen to me. We're here to help.“ Joe: "No, I don't believe you, boy. Tell me—what kind of help comes in a helicopter gunship.“ Soldier: "You don't know what you're talking' about. You don't get it!“ Joe: "With all these monsters running' around here. Tell me—where'd they come from?“ Soldier: "It's not what you think. You don't understand!“ Joe: "Oh, I don't understand? "You see that girl back there? Look! That there my brother's little girl. My niece. You understand? And around here, family is a righteous cause! And you ain't gonna kill my family! Now see, that ain't something' I can abide.“

Joe was in the military in the Marines specifically but from his questioning he knows about outbreak military suppression groups maybe even aided in one such incident (and after getting discharged went to live in a shack in the swamp close enough to his family but far enough to not know a thing that's happening)

Soldier: "For fuck's sake. She's infected—she's dying—and we're both gonna fuckin' die if we don't get the fuck outta here right now!" Joe: "She ain't dead yet, boy! So I figure you better do something about it. Before I feed you to your little friends outside." Soldier: "OK, OK! "There's a cure.“ Joe: "You're lying to me." Soldier: "I'm not lying... I'm not lying. We were on our way to get her treatment, and you fucked that up when you jumped us! They're probably still waiting for us right now!“ Joe: "Where?"

Joe: "Soldier boy said the meds were at some kind of base... "Now where in all hell did this wall come from…?"

how did Joe miss the wall being constructed? other than him not being close and doesn't go in that direction when he goes hunting?

Joe: "Jack? What the fuck—" Joe: "Goddammit, Jack! Don't you remember your own brother? Don't do it! Don't you touch her! Jack! Let me the fuck outta here! I'm your family! How the fuck could you do this to me? Get me the fuck outta here, Jack!"... Joe: "Goddammit. Aw hell, Jacky-boy... What's happened to you?"

startling realisation and trying to reason with Jack but it won't work (again I think Joe drowned the screen goes black and he gets up at the Baker estate)

"attacked by unknown bioweapon"

Jack gets around quite a bit (considering he can teleport- it would be cool if what he was actually doing was disolving into the ground and reforming wherever he needs to go but alas the garage opening scene exists)

"You're just a rabid dog now. And I'm gonna put you outta your misery."

I had a thought so we see don't see Jack crystalise (I say calcify is better description) after the chainsaw fight but we do see him do so in the boathouse and his legs turn as well in this last boss so his upper half turned into the monster in the boathouse (kinda like fear street and the kids trying to blow up the killers and watching them reform though in this case its both reform and deform)

Joe Baker: "This is a farewell from the family, brother!... Zoe...!"

its just a badass line what can I say?

Chris: "Weapons down. Weapons down! It's alright. You must be Zoe Baker." Joe: "Who the hell's asking?" Chris: "Chris Redfield. We've been looking all over for you. We're here to help."

there is element of Chris helping look for Zoe being that she can be helped. that she wasn't a lost cause. But it seems like there was a lot of effort going into her search all for one person (also I wonder if their search is what woke Jack up or was Jack searching the entire time)

BEST CUTSCENE

Zoe: "I was trapped with those monsters for 3 years—all of them trying to kill me... I can't believe it's finally over.“ Joe: "Ya gotta know, deep down somewhere, they were still your family and they loved you. Especially your daddy... even in his final days.“ Chris: "We found her. She's a tough kid. Yeah, of course. Hang on."

"Someone wants to speak to you."

Ethan: "Zoe? Zoe, are you there?“ Zoe: "It's you! I don't believe it. You actually made it." Ethan: "We both did."

Zoe: "You didn't forget about me."

Ethan: "I told you I'd send help. And I always keep my promises."

Zoe: "Thank you, Ethan."

I wonder if whilst Zoe was being checked up they were explaining what happened to Joe and and Joe came to this rightful conclusion (Jack wanted to bring his baby home)

Chris updating Ethan on finding her over and handing the phone over. (I would love to know what the conversation was like on Ethans end and before Chris came into the tent)

Ethan has to have some kind of authority for some reason to be able to say this with confidence. And you know getting Chris to personally update him AND hand the phone over (again normal civilians can't do this?)

I love this bit what can I say

[astraystayyh]

Eek more questions hehe I really like this new set

Really curious for #1, #7, #8, #10, #13, #21, #24, #28, #34, and #35!!

These were really good questions hehe

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What inspired you to start writing fanfiction?

it was i think my 3rd month of being a stay? and I really loved reading ff on here even tho I had no idea how this app worked LMAO I've already told her but @rachalixie's hurt/comfort drabbles were my fav thing to read, she was one the first ppl I followed on here, and so, tmi, I was feeling so anxious and I wrote a channie helping u through an anxiety attack drabble (that I never posted AJSNJSB) and I was like hold on! this is fun! i can write what I want??? and post it for people to read...... like I was already writing some poems for a couple of years now but they were just for me yk, so i got super ambitious and i posted a long ass OT8 saying ily for the first time as my first fic akssjnjb i was so nervous like actually shaking and refreshing the notif bar every two seconds, i still rem the very first two comments i got, i think that's when it hit me that people actually READ stuff I wrote.

short answer, i've always loved writing and then stayblr -mainly anny inspired me to start writing too hehe

10. What's your favorite part about the fic writing process?

wahhhh probably coming up with lines i'm proud of?? i also loveee weaving parallels into my fics and for everything to come full circle, I love the symbolic aspects of fic writing in a way, thinking of mundane things and giving them an important significance for the characters!!! someone commented underneath Orange that they cannot believe they're crying over oranges and that rlly made me giggle!! that's the point HEHEH

13. What's the most challenging aspect of writing fanfiction for you?

for me it's descriptions ;;;; especially when it comes to sceneries or clothes or omg PLACES like decor and all,, I can't envision these things in my mind so I always worry I'm not describing them well in my fics,,, also the little transition scenes where nothing MAJOR happens but that are still pivotal to the right flow of the story ;;; yeah these mess with my head the most

21. Have you ever used fanfiction as a way to explore your own emotions or personal experiences?

hiii heyyy ofc i did ZJKNJD i think a lot of authors will relate but art cannot be completely separate from the artist, every work u read of mine has a little (or big) piece of me in it, that's why it's so vulnerable for writers to share their works on this scary place because u are perceived and judged for them and u hope that someone will find solace in ur struggles or relate to ur worries,,, and this is really helping me mend back my rp with love!!!

24. What advice would you give to someone who wants to start writing fanfiction?

JUST DO IT!!!! seriously go for it, you'll 100% cringe at ur earlier works later on but u will also improve and learn and discover things about urself that u would've never known otherwise!!! be self-indulgent and write things for urself and there will be always someone who will appreciate them

34. Are there any fic writing tips or tricks you've learned along the way that you'd like to share?

im trying to think of smtg i never mentioned before mmmm.... oh I think that trying to include bits and quirks of the member u are writing about is always so fun and makes the story more enjoyable for the reader!! ofc we don't know what these idols are like irl BUT there are some aspects of their personalities that we know of (like their interests or small habits) and it's always fun to incorporate into ur story, also helps with the characterization hehe

35. What do you enjoy most about being a fic writer?

THE FEEDBACK!!!!!!!!! nothing beats the feedback for me it's literally what makes the entire thinking, writing and editing process worth it!! the feedback is what keeps me going and fuels my motivation, it is so so important for writers I can't stress this enough,,, I'm so so grateful and lucky to have such sweet readers who leave me the most THOUGHTFUL feedback, like with just one rb u could erase SEAS OF DOUBTS in the writer's mind. i always say this but the only way for me to know if my fic is good is by reading u guys' opinions,,, so yeah the feedback is my fuel ;;;;

7. How do you handle writer's block or moments of creative stagnation? 8. Do you have any rituals or habits that help you get into the zone? 28. What's the most ambitious or challenging fic you've ever written

i answered these here and here <33