#wife and I are both writing tonight so let's see how far I'll get

[varpusvaras]

Last line challenge

Rules: In a new post, show your latest line (artwork or written), and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like)!

I got tagged by @rooksunday @cookiemonsterv3 and @the-starry-seas! Haven't gotten the time to write too much this week until today so here's for you all!

“Why couldn’t you just be my real father?” Leia asks.  Fox frowns. “What?” He asks.  “Why couldn’t you just be my real father?” Leia repeats. “Then I would know that you like me and that’s why you stay with me.”  “I would stay with you anyway”, Fox says. “I do already.”  “Because you want to or because you have to?” Leia asks. “Would you stay if you were still alive? If you didn’t need me to speak for you? If I wasn’t the only one who sees you? Would you stay, or would you also leave me because you wouldn’t need me?” 

tagging @whiskygoldwings @wantonlywindswept @hastalavistabyebye and @t3mpest98!

[fawn-in-words]

Dear Will,

It would be rude not too she said... you. Write some words for Illustrious to say morning it's your City you decide where to go today, here with Koppa she wants, led astray no my choice as always. Supass it's 4 percent in my defence let's pace and bless crawl because my bag so heavy, excuses excuses... Fine?

What an experience last night, stuff of fantasy still discrete and private but oh my goodness the desire to meet and repeat... Uhhumm rom required to balance desire. Desire to spoons well I'm here drinking.

Supass how do a balance the two when you both undecided, something for me to work on but I'm adding gambling to my habits, nah just a bit of fun you'll bring fortune I'll blame illustrious if I lose. Illustrious owes me two quid I think an idea will pay? I'll help drafts will

Debt paid in full in fact I probably owe her will she claim it before the days out?

What to say a cheap momento doesn't do service to how I feel in my heart but my mind isn't far behind, love...you

Supass! Your young well you are but your young now our young, mwaaa so proud they'll have the best life and future if we keep topping up Trustease. We will, I'll earn all the time. A step dad wow my own dad would be proud. Love!

Love and to display it in a poem

A grand way to display

A grand way to display

Love from the depths of a poem

Illustrious we're having numerous expressions tonight I'm going to keep going until you tire, want to dedicate some time to the yum but you're always in my thoughts that's why I get caught you know, calling longing to include yet there's sofa talk, bed talk and then post talk I know you understand. Will be back soon think of me in my favourite won't you...

A description in words bottom to top, bottom of my heart to the top of my mind. You're a wonderful fame personality, popular, graceful yet power, don't you ever possess power.  A total stunning woman who's a great wife to me so happy just to see a picture let alone out shared embrace when we are in person.  I'll be awe but will just tell you how I am and let you make me comfortable to express my humour.  I'll be good if I can get you laughing I know it.

This goes some way to counter the vulnerable but isn't it good not to be completely relaxed? Yet never will I take your love for granted, I want to earn those words all the time so they make heart shine, like you witness.  I'll say it more though, you deserve to hear those words.

Back did you miss no we don't need to have a mature discussion about what was said in haste. It's the force behind the words and there wasn't any so don't worry you apologised heartfelt I forgive we get het with what's happening, better?

Dunn Dunn Dunn da dunn Dunn tick the best chorus I couldn't write better. I should at least attempt to write a chorus seeing as so many wanted me to.

To "Love" I want to pen something I say pen I mean touch type. Phew dragged back down, I'll see what I can muster. Defeat, I can't do it it's grand as it is.  Soopertrack is up next some time for Illustrious before I'm back fawning and planning and what's the strategy? Do you want to hear the three powerful Words I LOVE YOU!

Ho Illustrious Soopertrack with nothing to make up for but plenty to make out for.  Make out such an Americanism does it work in Gloucester. I remember not letting the prof where you from be prof, smile I know it's ry the hole Cheltenham v Gloucester thing.

Do I miss Abbey? The memory jog because I keep forgetting how unforgettable our moments were... We'll have plenty more for me to forget and you to push me for.  Do you miss Abbey? Love yourself for what you've done. Do that for me I'll reward by exploring deeper tonight.

What have I newly noticed but not commented on your nose is similar to mine I feel, not something new I've noticed I scrabbed how about you tell me something I should notice or at least pay more attention too? It's for me to notice you not be guided. Let me say I notice all and have preferences but a two way street love? No you're not oohh this is dance coming.

How about I just say the RTS intro, sublime such passion in delivery and your over the shoulder, did you moisture your skin flawless.

A little hint at love for myself

To brighten and enthrall

The two loves of my life

Fills me with pride and the wereforall

To accept my faults because I am accepted

For life it is, no rest for life

Won't read back until late all serious but it is and yes I should be doing more but will lighten this moment with a lecture, won't lecture but will say keep faith in love, in me, in US and I'll show you defence like you've never witnessed.

Supass have I really expressed my truth today, more real than I've ever been recently well since we met that day, I'll just watch the opening be right back...

I'll be asking myself for the rest of my life, beaming because of me, arrgh I'll take it out on my tris tomorrow.

I love your neck want to adorn it with kisses all the time, I'll make you like that feature.

Illustrious I'll defend your honour it's constraining not to get everyone but you'll be pleasantly surprised at what the court will do no eleven are targeted and wrapped, it just hasn't dawned on the hate, it will. If you ever want defence just ask and I'll handle same goes for Supass.

{Quotes:Nitya prakash/Richard siken ,crush}

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

...What about Felix and Pepa doing roleplay? Or using costumes like Pepa dressing up in a bunny suit for Felix or as a maid or something?

Okay so spoiler for what I decided to do here, because we have ART TO GO WITH IT! Everyone please give a huge thanks to @mswong for contributing to this idea! They haven't read it yet, so hopefully the writing is a pleasant surprise! With that, enjoy! (Two other pictures are after the cut, just thought this one would 'draw' you in ;))

Luisa had just started working at this specific club, and the whole family was very supportive of her. Hell, it was quickly turning into Félix's favorite place. The drinks were nice, the bar food was fatty and greasy and salty (like bar food should be), and he gets to check up on his precious sobrina. She was always 'the sensitive kid' growing up, so everyone was a bit protective of her, even though she could topple mountains with one hand. He got into a seat fairly easily, and took a look around.

This was usually a place for women to love women, but once a week they catered to men, and of course, the guys were total hounds. He remembered when he was like that.

"And what can I get you, niño bonito?"

"Oh I was waiting for my-Pepa?"

Holy shit. His wife was standing right there, dressed in their uniform. She rolled her eyes, a hand on her hip.

"Luisa had to step out for an emergency, so I stepped in for her. I'm lucky they had an outfit in my size."

Félix gave her a look over and whistled. Damn, that leather one piece hugged her frame, those cute bunny ears looked adorable on her head, and those fishnet stockings were just gonna be the death of him, blackness contrasting so nicely with her usually fair skin. He chuckled, making a rotating motion with his finger.

"Hold on, hold on. Twirl for me, let papi get a look at you~"

She tried to make it sound like she was complaining, but her slight smirk betrayed her. She did as he said, keeping it slow so he could take it all in. They even gave her a cotton tail to go on that ass he loved so much. It was like a bow on a present, and he was ready to tear into her.

"Daaaamn mami, who told you to look this good?"

She chuckled, lightly pushing his ever adoring face away from her. He swore her cheeks were just a touch misty.

"Callarse! I'm trying to work here. Now what do you want?"

"I want you to sit on my lap while you take my order."

"I'm not gonna do that."

Félix gestured to the other girls doing just that with other men, grinning smugly.

"Yeah you are. Come here, I know it's your favorite seat."

Pepa tried yet again to look disinterested, but she sat on his knee anyway, wrapping an arm around him to keep herself upright, while he had his hand on the small of her back.

"Alright, I'm here. Ugh, you're liking this."

"Course I am. This was such a nice surprise, seeing my wife look so damn good~...how many men have been looking at you tonight?"

She craned her neck back to allow him to have a few kisses, seeming to love the greedy eyes of others.

"So far? Ten. And you're making them all jealous."

He scanned the room, and sure enough, a number of eyes were on them. He knew why they were excited, the idea of a beautiful woman like her getting just an ounce of pleasure was like throwing fish into shark infested waters. They'd absolutely steal her from him if they could. He chuckled, giving her another kiss, then another, letting his lips trail down to her collarbone. Something about the atmosphere in here just made a man go absolutely nuts.

"Let them be jealous. They want you, but they can't have you, Señorita. You're mine."

She gave him that all too familiar look. Sometimes, when they both went out, they acted like they were strangers to each other, just to get into each other's pants. She LOVED that little game.

"So you say, hombre. But you don't even know my name."

"I'd like to. Here, I'll start. You can call me Papi~"

She laughed at that, lightly shoving his face away by pushing his shoulder.

"You talk too much, has anyone ever told you that?"

"I mean, my lips can do more things, if you're that tired of hearing my voice."

He tried to score himself a kiss, only to have it blocked by the menu she pulled up for him. Ah, she was never easy with him, he loved that in a woman.

"You could use your voice to get your drink. Make it quick."

"You rude to all the customers, or am I just special?"

That face she made meant he was serious. But he knew his wife hated working. He pretended to look confused at the menu, before she scoffed.

"What is it?"

"I have a few questions, about this here. Here, let me help you so you can see what I mean."

He gave her just a bit of a push, making her sit fully on his lap. It was a risky move, but worth it. Not just because he knew Pepa liked bold action, but because she could totally feel his boner as she practically sat on him. He heard that cute little squeak of hers upon realizing it, and he knew he had her. She held onto his thighs, and started to rub her little cotton tail ass against him, trying to be discreet with it.

"I can see why it'd be...hard, for you to understand. Which part confused you?"

He put his chin on her shoulder, acting as if he was just trying to read the menu now in her hands. He was fighting every urge not to buck against her, though he knew even just humping her clothed ass would be enough for him.

"Well you see, I was looking for something specific. Something...sweet. I love sweet things I can just...sink my teeth into."

He kissed at her shoulder, once, twice, and by the third kiss, he used just a slight scraping of his teeth, and that made the poor thing bite her bottom lip.

"Mmm, I like sweet things too. I've always been a fan of chocolate. And lots of it."

He was going to mourn the loss of stimulation when she got up a bit, only to try to cover his mouth in surprise as she un did the botton on his pants. She pulled out his cock, and sat back down, tightening her perfect legs around it. She rubbed her legs together, slowly, sliding her warmth together and smothering his poor cock. Holy shit, she was giving him a thigh job, right here, where anyone could possibly see. He should tell her to stop, but it felt too good for him to see common sense.

"Fucking shit- you're killing Papi here. Please, tell me your name, I want to moan it for you."

She seemed to think about it, before reaching behind her to gently stroke his chin, like he was a dog. She always did that when she was contemplating whether or not she should give him something he clearly wanted.

"Mmm...you go first. I'll see if you're worth my time."

"Señorita, I'm more than worth your time,"

He grabbed the end of her braid, and gave it a sharp tug, making her yelp in delight, before covering her mouth. Oh the mist on her poor cheeks. She could never keep quiet when you pulled that long, pretty hair of hers. He kissed her shoulder again, as if begging for forgiveness.

"But you don't seem like the type of lady who likes to lose, so I'll tell you anyway. I'm Félix."

He didn't know if she clenched her legs tighter to smother his poor cock, or to try to not feel aroused by him. Either way, he was throbbing at this point. The possibility of getting caught, his wife playing a silly little game, and these stupid fucking stockings on those gorgeous legs. Seriously, prettiest legs in the entire Encanto.

"Hmm. Félix~"

She moaned his name for him, and you swore you've never heard a sweeter sound. He nodded, taking her hand to kiss the back of it. Just because he wanted to cum all over her, didn't mean he could forget his manners.

"Si. And that name sounds SO sweet from your pretty lips. I can show you what yours sounds like, if you tell me."

Just because she already won, didn’t mean she'd be so kind. She'd continue to sit there, letting him swear under his breath as those thighs continued to move just right. He bet those stockings would look so good, covered in his cum.

"Well, Félix,"

He watched her in almost fascination as she spit on the cock between her legs, and rubbed it into him, fingers firm against his tip. It took everything in him NOT to thank her and beg her to keep going.

"I'm Pepa. It's nice to meet you."

"Mierda, Pepa,"

He said her name in the most desperate way he could, enough to grant him just a quick glance from those pretty eyes.

"It's SO nice to know the name of such a pretty woman."

He wanted to resist, but was unable. He reached between them, and grabbed her ass. He swore he heard a bolt of thunder somewhere upon her jumping in surprise. He shouldn't expect anything less, Pepa LOVED his hands on her pretty little ass.

"Say, Félix, you need to...use the bathroom, right?"

"...Pepa I'll try a lot of things but piss isn't one of them."

"No, tonto,"

She used her lips to gesture to the bathroom, and it clicked.

"I MEAN, you need me to show you to the bathrooms, right?"

He nodded quickly, immediately interested in the idea of getting some one on one time with the sexiest waitress he's ever seen. Pepa got off of his lap, and led him there by his hand. He tried to put himself away, but Pepa barked at him to leave it. Here he was, being led to the bathroom, dick hanging out. Someone could notice so fucking easily, and his wife would have no shame if he got caught. And god was it sexy. They made it to the bathroom, and as soon as they locked it, he wrapped his arms around Pepa, and pulled her into a kiss.

A kiss that was full of heated breath, of lipgloss that tasted so sweet against his tongue.

"S-should we get a stall?"

"Fuck the stall, I'm taking you here."

She yelped in surprise when he turned her around, and bent her over the sink. He parted the part of the outfit that covered her crotch, and she gasped as he accidentally ripped the fishnets in an effort to feel them further.

"You IDIOT! You ripped my-"

"I'm gonna rip that fucking pussy if you don't start being sweet to me, Pepa."

He was already fucking hard, she was already soaked and bent over. He could finger her, be nice to that pussy, but his cock was taking over, and it decided no more waiting. He squeezed her hips, and slid himself inside of her. He watched her expression in the mirror, and it was like a switch had been flipped inside of her. Suddenly she wasn't so nasty, and met his eyes with a pleading look. One a man just couldn't say no to.

"Félix, por favor, dámelo."

"You want it, Pepi? You got it."

He didn't hold back. He held onto her wrists, her skin warm and the sink cold, even within the quickly steaming room. She was helpless under him, face red, eyes lost in a haze. The empty bathroom made the sound of his thrusts so loud, and he knew she loved it, he could hear the whimpering leave her pretty lips.

"This b-better not be how you tip other waitresses."

He swore she melted as he leaned over her, putting his weight on top of her. She always did like how heavyset he was, it made her feel dominated over, and he wasn't gonna lie and say that totally didn't give him a big head.

"Just the one's that have the most perfect pussy. Just the one's that take me as well as you do. Dios, you're such a tight little bunny, aren't you?"

She didn’t want to like this, because she found this humiliating, but she was adoring it. He could feel it from how weak she was in his arms.

"Eres un pervertido!"

"Oh I'm the pervert? Says the girl who begs when I do this."

He let go of one of her hands, and brought an open palm to her ass. Nothing made a bad girl behave, quite like a good, firm spanking. The sound was so loud in the room, and it unraveled her. She cried out after each one, begging for more and more, till her ass was raw and red with his hand print. It wasn't just her ass that was blissfully suffering. It was her ever sopping wet pussy staining the floor, weak from being stretched by him. Sweat made little strands of hair cling to her pretty face, and she was drooling into the sink in front of her.

"P-please, more, PLEASE!"

"You want it all, don't you? You want Papi to breed that little bunny pussy?"

She nodded eagerly, and Félix's hand moved from her ass, to roughly cupping one of her breasts, before shoving two of his fingers in her pretty little mouth. He could feel her little tongue trying to taste him, her little lips trying to suck on them. How cute. Félix bucked into her, each thrust forcing drops to add to the pile on the floor.

"Shhh. Ya, it's okay. Papi is gonna breed that pussy, and give you so many little bunnies. Keep your eyes open. I want you to see the second I fucking cum inside of you."

He didn't know why, but he was absolutely OBSESSED with this bunny thing. Just the way it hugged her body, the way the ears flopped as she got fucked, the way he could see her cute little cotton tail above the ass he was fucking. Even the way he sank his teeth into the stupid fur in a moment of impulse drove him absolutely crazy. Such a helpless, sweet little bunny, all for him. He came in an instant, practically hissing as his cum poured into her.

It was precious, watching her watch herself get the load she oh so deserved. She loved it, he could tell from the way her pretty eyelids fluttered. But they weren't done. She still had to cum. She was close, on the very brink. So he pulled himself out, let go of her other hand, and stuffed two fingers into her pussy. His cum was still hot inside of her, and the mixture of both of their fluids trickled down his hand.

"Come on. Be a pretty bunny and cum for me. You feel all that cum inside of you, can you imagine all the bunnies you'll have? I'll even give you more if you want. You just,"

His fingers were making her practically scream against the fingers already in her mouth. She was so close, she was practically crying for it.

"Need to cum. Show me you want it. Come on, you hear me fucking that pussy with my fingers. Give it to me. Now."

The sound was fast, loud, wet, only coming to a stop when she finally DID cum. Her cry was muffled against his fingers, but he could see it-he hit just the right spot. And he didn't stop, not until that whimper of overstimulation hit his ears. He pulled all of his fingers away, finally letting the poor thing breathe. She was a mess; still bent over the sink, stockings torn and pussy still leaking with cum, and her face was covered with drool, ruined makeup from her tears. She was a dream. She met his eyes through the mirror, legs a bit too shakey to turn around.

"I...I should take this outfit home."

"You absolutely should. Assume you aren't fired after this."

"Oh Dios-how long have we been in here?"

"About twenty minutes."

They both jumped as some woman came out of one of the stalls, a bit sheepishly. An employee, given her similar attire. Damn women made the bunny thing look good.

"Sorry I uh. Didn't wanna make things awkward. Can I just wash my hands now?"

Félix tried to cover his wife with his frame as he gestured to the other sink. There was an uncomfortable moment where she washed her hands, before she leaned over to look at Pepa.

"You guys an official thing, or is he available?"

"Married, actually."

"Well shoot, I need me a man that can last that fucking long. And don't worry, I won't tell Luisa."

She walked out without too much fanfare, and Félix grinned at her.

"Did I just get hit on by another bunny-"

"That's it, I'm banning you from here."

[atsumwah]

something new

featuring : miya atsumu x f! reader

warnings : fluff, banters, only one bed trope, enemies to lovers — ish

a/n : this is my piece for @atzuums 400 folowers event. ( psst go check the rest out too <3 ) i tried my best to write for this trope and it was really fun exploring it. hope it's alright <33 thanks for letting me join laina!

"you have got to be kidding me."

you eyed at the queen sized bed located in the middle of the room you're staying in for the night. the room you're supposed to share with none other than miya atsumu, the bane of your existence. 

this wasn't how you expected your thursday night to go. 

every time your team had an away game, it was always established that mitsuru was the one to go, representing the manager of the team since he was far more experienced than you. you were still new, still a few months in working with the athletes and you agreed to stay back and let him handle what he does best. 

that wasn't the case this time though.

mitsuru's wife was giving birth way sooner than expected and of course, you agreed to take his spot in taking care of the team without hesitation. plus, this could be like a practice run for the near future. 

you came in a little later than the rest of the team and you were thankful coach had assigned the rooms already so you can head up and relax. it was normal for one room to have two people so you were fine with that as well. you liked the boys, they were very friendly and helpful, especially during your first day.

well, everyone except for one blonde setter.

your relationship with him was never the best. scratch that— it wasn't even worth calling it a relationship at all. you despise him and he despises you, it was as simple as that. 

you tried to get along but atsumu had this habit where he's very blunt with his words. even during your early days when you started working as their manager, he would comment on every tiny mistake you made.  you didn't mind the criticism but the way he said things sounded condescending — and it really irked you.

since then, you two never really got along well. whenever you interact, there's always a third person there so you can shift your attention towards them instead of talking with the blonde. 

well not tonight you suppose.

"what are you doing here? where's mitsuru-san?" atsumu said, getting up from the bed he was currently laying on.

"did you not read the group chat?" you said, looking around the room unsurely. 

"don't tell me we're…" he looked up from his phone and looked at you with an insulted expression.

"looks like we're roomates." you set your bags aside and made your way towards the side of the bed he didn't mess up yet. "I'll take this side then."

"you're sleeping with me?"

"you were planning to sleep with mitsuru-san anyways. it makes no difference." you shrug  taking off your jacket and hanging it at the side of the closet he didn't claim yet. 

"of course it does. I've known him for years. I've known you for 4 months. what if you suffocated me or kick me in my sleep?"

"then you better cover your private parts just in case."

atsumu rolled his eyes. "can't you like, ask for another room?"

you gave him a pointed glare. "it's literally 12 am. I doubt they have any now. I'll check tomorrow but suck it up. it's just one night anyways." 

atsumu didn't say anything but you could see the gears turning in his head, saying that there's no other choice but to let you sleep here for the night.

"fine, but we're putting a wall in the middle." he said. "wouldn't want to wake up snuggling you now."

"you're lucky if I even get close to you blondie." you retorted.

he didn't say anything after that, instead he made his way to the balcony. you could see him calling someone — probably to complain about the sleeping arrangements or anything else that was bothering him, classic atsumu — but you chose to not pay attention to him. 

you opted to get ready for bed and build a wall in the middle,  saving time for both you and the blonde. you heard the sliding door opening and you look up to see atsumu entering with a rather sad expression. 

you bit your tongue from saying anything. you barely know the guy even though you've been working for them for a while but something tells you it's not something you should pry on. 

you were just bunking with him for one night, anyways.  you weren't really friends. 

"this good enough for you?"

"this'll do." he commented, already getting on his side of the bed. 

silence overcame you two aside from him texting and you scrolling through your own phone. it's not like you minded anyways. what else did you expect coming from tonight? you two were far from being friends and an ice breaking session would be the farthest thing to do for now.

you eventually closed the nightlight beside your bed and turned to the other side so you were facing the wall. atsumu still had his light on but since there was a wall between the two of you, you didn't really mind it. 

the tapping on his phone was actually soothing as you closed your eyes and tried to get some sleep. it was late and you knew if you stayed up any longer, you're screwed for tomorrow. 

"why can't you just pick up…" you heard him mutter. you peeked an eye open when you heard his phone hitting the table beside but said nothing. you could tell he was awake judging from the way he kept shifting.

you couldn't help but ask, "can't sleep or something?"

"god, I thought you were asleep."

"can't really do that if you keep moving, blondie." you turned to face the mountain of pillows.

"oh.." you heard him say, "sorry about that."

something about the way he said it made you think there was something more than just trouble sleeping.

"is it the AC or something? or do you usually hog the covers and im stopping you from that?" 

"no. though I do hog the covers," he said. "It's nothing."

"too late to pull that card out now."

"do you not get tired from talking a lot? or is it just with me?" he said instead, dodging your question.

"me? if anything, you're chattier than I am. I can't go one day without you telling me how to do my job." 

"it's called giving advice."

"not when you criticise everything I do." you huffed out. "tell me, have you managed a team before?"

"I was captain once."

"yeah, in highschool. I doubt it was the same."

"how did you know that?" he whipped his head to look at you, only remembering you couldn't see him between the made up wall. "did you stalk me?"

you grabbed one of the pillows and hit him over the wall. you were satisfied when you heard  a yelp from him. "mitsuru-san told me about it. Its kind of annoying by how much he talks about you." 

"well, I am everyone's favourite." he said smugly.

"that's one out of seven billion people. I think you're being too proud there." 

"see this is why I wish you were asleep already."

"It's not my fault you're the one keeping me awake." you said, realizing that the conversation you initially wanted to have turned into something else. "seriously, what's wrong?"

"nothing's wrong." he said, though his voice sounded smaller than before.

"atsumu."

"y/n." 

"what's bothering you?" 

"you don't have to do that." he replied. "you don't have to do your job here. I'm fine."

"my job is to manage the team, not babysit you. this is me genuinely asking." you said, this time sitting up and looking towards the blonde who had turned away from you.

you heard him mutter out something but you couldn't make out what was he was saying. "what?"

"I'm nervous okay? I get nervous before a big game."

you raised your eyebrows even though he couldn't really see you. "the miya atsumu getting nervous? now this is something I've never heard of." you said in amusement. "you're usually so composed."

"yeah, well I'm used to hiding it, I guess."

the way he said it sounded...almost sad. the atsumu you knew from work was someone who was confident and sometimes rash but never did it cross your mind that he could be vulnerable.

then again you didn't really have a chance to get to know him.

"okay, tell me more then.” you opted to lie on your back now, hands clasped on your stomach as you wait for a reply. “If you're not gonna sleep then we're screwed for tomorrow's game. so just, tell me if you want. I don't mind."

there was a pause in the environment before you heard him sigh. "I'd usually call my brother before a big game. I don't know, it helps me calm my nerves. plus he's the only one that can get in my head. but I guess he's busy with his restaurant to pick up tonight,” you felt him shift on the bed before continuing, "it's stupid right?"

"no. I think it's sweet you rely on your brother like that." you replied in a heartbeat. "you know you're gonna be fine, right? you're one of the most hardworking people I know, even if you do annoy me a little bit."

"here I was flattering myself by thinking I  annoy you a lot," he snorted. 

"didn't want to boost your ego too much," you said, "you guys are gonna do great tomorrow, I'm sure of it. and if you don't, you did your best. and that's always what matters in the end. "

you were aware you were in no place to tell him what to worry about since you're still new but the number of times you've found him practicing alone at night or when he pushes himself too hard that mitsuru had to hd him back— he had to know all his hard work wouldn't have been for nothing, right?

"you sound just like my mom." he said before continuing more. "maybe I'm just worried about letting the team down. we're still new."

"exactly. it's a team effort. it's your team against the rest. you're not alone in this, you know."

atsumu hummed in reply though he didn't add anything after that.

"why do you hate me?"

"what?"

"since we're being honest right now, I might as well ask."

"I don't hate you."

"and sakusa loves hugging people." he retorted. "c'mon it's really obvious, y/n."

"well I don't actually hate you." you pressed on. "I don't know, I guess it's just difficult working with someone like you."

"like me?"

"do you really not realise how your words affect people?" you said with a sigh. "I get that I'm still new, still learning all the ropes and all. but the least you could do is be nice. not nitpick everything I do because it's not to your liking." 

"huh," he said, looking up to the ceiling after you spoke, "I never saw it that way."

"...you're kidding me."

"I thought you didn't mind it. you never said anything about it."

"because I don't want to make a big deal out of it." 

"so you just treat me like—" he said but was cut off by you.

"like how you treat me? yeah, kind of." 

there was a pause before he spoke up again. "that's valid." atsumu sat up and looked down towards you, which made you sit up with him as well.

"I'm sorry. didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or anything." 

you raised your eyebrows at him. "I'm sorry too. and you're fine."

"for real?"

"yeah, I mean it took us four months but I think we're finally making progress." you gave a small smile to reassure him.

"you know, you're actually alright, y/n." he said after a beat, laying on his back again.

"what's that supposed to mean?" you followed suit, but still kept closer to the wall as he did too.

"It means maybe I don't have to worry about my private parts getting kicked by you now."

"I don't know, sometimes my legs have a mind of its own."

you heard him chuckle from his side and you felt glad you managed to help him, even if it's just by a little.

"thanks for that. really needed to hear that." he said after a while.

you smiled in response. "of course." 

"you're not so bad I guess." 

"is this how our relationship going to be from now on?"

"oh definitely. Isn't it better though?" he chuckled. "it's fun getting to tease you too."

you could feel your cheeks redden at his words. this is definitely progress.

"well in that case," you tugged hard on the covers, almost taking his side of it too.

"hey!"

"sorry, this is how it's gonna be from now on."

"you do realise I'm just gonna hug you if I get cold right?"

your cheeks turned even red at that. "you wouldn't dare."

"you know I would."

you shove the covers back to him before he could try anything. "no thanks. I'll pass on that."

he let out a laugh at that which made you smile in return.

***

you managed to hear what the announcer was saying through the speakers even though the crowd was cheering very loudly from behind you.you got up from your seat and cheered along, feeling happy that your team won.

you saw the hinata,  one of your closest friends on the team, heading towards you with his arms raised up and you followed suit, giving him a high five. 

"did you see y/n?! we did it, we won!" he said enthusiastically. 

"I did! congrats you guys!" you said, giving them high gives as they rounded up around you. "I had faith in you the entire time."

"even me?"

you turned your head as atsumu walked up from behind you with his shirt pulled up as he wiped his face, showing you a sliver of his toned stomach.

" 'course." you averted your eyes elsewhere. "knew my pep talk would help you."

he rolled his eyes but you could see it wasn't out of irritation. it looked like he was being playful. you held your hands out for a high five but instead of that, he pulled you in a hug.

"thanks." he said, though you weren't sure what he was referring too. whether it was because of  last night or your encouragement for today, well — does it matter though? hugging him felt nice and you don't feel like pulling away.

"did we miss a chapter?"

"I feel like we missed a whole season."

"you're telling me it took you guys to room together for you to get along?" bokuto said from beside you. "I told you we should've locked them inside a closet or something." 

"what?" you said after pulling away from the hug. 

"nothing, he said nothing." hinata chimed in, already having one hand over bokuto's mouth. "look! we gotta line up now. let's go, bokuto-san." 

you eyed him suspiciously as he walked away but that was cut short when atsumu grabbed your attention again.

"see you later— I mean I'll see you later anyways since we're on the same team so I don't know why—anyways! bye, I guess." he stammered, his cheeks slowly turning red as he spoke.

you smiled at that, finding his expression sort of cute. maybe months ago you'd stop yourself from thinking things like that but you didn't mind it now.

maybe this could be the start of something new for both of you and you were looking forward to see where it'll take you.

[strawberry-lemonade-kisses]

Surprise

Warnings: I never proofread, too sweet, talk of urine

You were late, noticeably so as you looked at the calendar once more. Your menstrual cycle should have started 2 weeks ago, you were always spot on, never late or early unless stressed out. You rubbed at your chin anxiously, trying to figure out your next move. You had been sick a few times but thought nothing of it, it usually happened occasionally during your cycle so you didn't think anything of it, how could you? You were happy and healthy besides that. You were happily married and even though it had only been 5 months since you officiated your relationship you felt nothing but bliss in your time together. Kyojuro shuffled around the kitchen, cleaning up the bento he had brought with him out on patrol last night before he tucked himself into bed.

"You've been staring at the calendar sunflower. Is everything alright? Do you still not feel well?" Worry clouded Kyojuros eyes as he approached you, setting down his sword before pulling you into his arms. "Would you like to lay down with me?" You pulled away, grasping your husband's hands in your own to address his worries.

"I was trying to remember what I needed to get at the market, I need to write it all down before I forget again. Don't worry, I am okay today" you chuckled, making the man smile at your words

"Alright my dear, do you need more money? Make sure you dress warmly, it was chilly on my way home" you shook your head, smiling gently as he placed a soft kiss on your forehead, repeating the action on both your cheeks before releasing you and moving towards the bedroom, sword in hand.

"I'll see you tonight Kyo, sleep well my flame" he waved goodbye, disappearing into the hallway as you ran to collect your small purse of money and shopping list you already had.

You left the house quietly, making your way up the mountain to the butterfly estate. If there was one way to confirm your suspicions, it was to go to your trusted doctor.

"Mrs. Rengoku! How is marital bliss?" Shinobu didn't look up from the vial in her hand, capping the contents and placing it in the small wooden carrying case alongside dozens of other vials. You blushed, well aware of Kyojuros lack of silence about his happiness, Tengen often told you how annoying it was. "Rengoku always tells us how wonderful his wife is!" She smiled as she turned towards you. "Anyways, how can I help you? Is everything okay?" You nodded, seating yourself on an open stool as Shinobu joined you.

"Everything is wonderful. so good in fact, I have a feeling I'm with child" Shinobu didn't hide her surprise, eyebrows raising as he jaw dropped.

"That's amazing. You two really wasted no time starting a family, ok then, let's see if you're right. I've been researching a new way to confirm pregnancy, they do it in the west and it seems to be good so far. It uses urine however, do you feel comfortable with that?"

"How long does it take? I want to confirm this before Kyojuro leaves again” Shinobu nodded in understanding, she knew how quickly you could be called away as a hashira.

“at this stage as long as you can provide the urine in a decent amount of time, maybe an hour? Blood work takes a little longer”

“Let’s do it!” You sat up straighter, excited at the prospect of confirming your suspicions and potentially, but most likely carrying Kyojuros child. Since you first met him in the crowded shopping center, to your first official date after he asked to court you. Being with him, raising a family with him, loving him until the end of time was all you wanted, all you craved. Dreams do come true, and while you waited in the back gardens of the butterfly estate to confirm, you thanked the heavens for your luck.

“Y/N! Lady Kocho is asking for you” Sumi, Kiyo and Naho came up to you, butterfly clips bouncing as they ran.

“Thank you girls” You rose, rollowing their quick footsteps back inside and towards the back of the estate. Shinobu was seated when you arrived at her office, a smile adorning her features as you sat across from her, hands already fidgeting with your light haori.

“Well Y/N you were right. You are indeed pregnant. Congratulations!” Shinobu wasted no time with formalities, clapping at your bright expression. Nothing could wipe the grin on yourr face as you thanked her and quickly made your way out, wanting to be home to tell Kyojuro as soon as possible. It was only early afternoon though and it would still be hours before he would wake for the evening. But the excitement in your heart that traveled like blood through the rest of your body was too large to ignore.

You arrived home quicker than usual, heading straight towards your shared bedroom, hoping that if you slept, by the time you woke again Kyojuro would also be awake and ready for your exciting news. Kyojuro was tucked into your shared futon, his hair that was normally tied out of his face splayed across his pillow as he laid on his side. You tried to walk carefully, tip toeing around the bedroom to your wardrobe, hoping for something lighter to wear for bed.

"Sunflower?" You could hear shuffling from behind you "is everything alright? You never come in the bedroom this early" perceptive as always. Kyojuro was sitting up, his kimono holding onto his shoulders for dear life.

"Do you still not feel good

"I'm sorry to wake you, I figured I would join you today, I don't have much to do and it has been a while since I slept with you by my side" Kyojuros eyes lit up at the idea, holding the blanket open as he patted the spot next to him, eager to have you lay with him.

"Of course! I would love for you to join me" you nodded, closing the wardrobe and forgoing changing into a different kimono. You quickly snuggled into the futon, sliding closer to your husband who had wasted no time in wrapping his arms around you, resting his chin atop your head as you laid in his bare chest.

“How are you feeling my dear? You’ve been sick on and off, i worry for you”

"Actually my flame, there's something I wanted to tell you" he hummed. You pulled out of his embrace, his eyes shooting open to meet your own. He made no move to reply, hoping you would continue.

"Kyojuro" you started "I'm pregnant" there was a heavy pause as Kyojuro stared at you, pupils shaking as he processed your words.

"Pregnant? As in like… my baby?" He sounded confused as he looked down at your stomach, still flat for the time being. It almost made you laugh if you were thrumming with nervous excitement at the knowledge of Kyojuros child being in your stomach.

"Yes my flame, there is a baby in here" the hand you had in your grasp moved to your stomach, pressing against the fabric of your kimono. Kyojuro didn't look up from where his hand lay, a wide smile breaking into his features as he applied more pressure

"A baby, my baby, our baby. What do you think she'll look like?" He was excited, all hints of exhaustion wiped from his brain as he thought of your child. “I hope she looks like you, a copy of you, so i can stare at you whenever i want, even if your out and about” The idea had tears springing to your eyes. A child. Created from the love you shared.

“You keep saying her Kyojuro, you know there hasn’t been a female Rengoku in forever. Its too early to even begin guessing” his smile didn’t falter.

“I’m not guessing, its a girl. I just know it” you nodded, quickly accepting Kyojuros idea. Besides, it's not like you wanted to argue about it, you were happy no matter what.

[naomii007]

Intimate (GOJO SATORU X Fem!READER)

 PAIRINGS:  satoru gojo x fem!reader

| WARNINGS: smut, mirror sex, little bit of degradation,rough, unportected (be safe), grammar errors

| WORD COUNT: 1,548

A/N: This is my first time writting something sinful and I'm new here and I hope y'all will like it and please I am sorry If I messed up I am still learning to write T_T anyway i hope this is what you expected ! enjoy!  ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ

*Please ignore my grammer*

You and gojhoe were enemies for life.You never liked that tall ass Telephone Pole but you hated to admit that he makes you feel good than any other man in the world.

Even though being enemies you both fuck each other all the time.The lust you both had for each other was just amazing.

(Lol I can't stop laughing)

You just reached to gojo's house Why? because he wanted to fuck that's it! You knocked at his door and Satoru pulled you inside of his room as soon as he opened the door after knocking just once.It was almost as if he couldn’t wait anymore, pulling your for a rough kiss as he pushed your back against the door to close it.He stopped kissing you for a second and stared at your confused face.

What was that? You asked.

He said "Affection" with a smirk plastered in his face.

Disgusting you said.

And? He asked.

You said Do it again -_-

(Please Idk what I am writting forgive me >_<)

"Baby just tell me you want it" he said with a smirk on his face.

You hate to admit it but he was right you needed him as much as he needed you right now.After that he pulled you for another kiss as he kept moving down and marking you up, you both were moaning as his hand groped your ass to press you against him.

"You know you always look so much better when I mark you up" He said.

Your cheeks started to heat up and you avoided his gaze.

He pressed his knee between your legs while rubbing your clothed cunt with his legs. He was teasing you and you were just a moaning mess.Your panties were all soaked due to the heat.

"S-Stop teasing me gojhoe" you said between your kisses your hands flying to his hair that was already patterned down due to the exclusion of his blindfold. He pulled away and looked down at you, smirking.He knew what was coming."If you don't like my teasing, then why are moaning?" Your cheeks were already red as tomatoes, flustered by his question.

"I-" You tried to answer him but He makes you purr like a kitten, free hand kneading at your chest, coaxing out sweet little noises that make his dick throb in his pants. 

You inhale sharply at a particular tweak of your nipple that has your body tingling, arching into him.

He tossed his tshirt in the corner of the room and leaving you only in your lacy underwears.He suddenly picked you up in his arms carring you towards the bedroom and he throws you on the bed.

You both were breathing heavily, both hungry for each other and eyes full of lust.

He ripped your panties and bra.He moved up and started to suck your breasts while the other hand fondling the nipple of other breast.You tried to hold your moans but gojo noticed it and started to nibble your nipple with his mouth and you arched your back  and moaned out loud with pleasure that he gave you.

You could feel his bulge growing bigger and bigger but you knew he won't fuck you this easily and how much of a tease he can be.

He moved down and started to kiss your stomach.Your core was already wet due to his teasing.

"Put me out of  my misery and open up those long legs for me" He ordered.

You obediantly opened your legs for him and he could see how wet you were for him.

"You look so good all soaking wet just for me"He said.He slowly kissing and leaving marks in your inner thighs while moving towards your heated core, He could see that your swollen cluster of nerves and your wet core waiting to be abused by his long fingers.

You were getting really impatient and started to whine alot.

He chuckled and said" Baby you are whinning alot tonight better be quiet".

"First one to make noise loses" He added.

He started licking your slick wet folds and sucking your swollen cunt.On the other side you were trying your best not to moan.

He saw you struggling and chuckled.

Soon he started to abuse your wet core with his tounge as his fingers rubbing your swollen cunt.

Your eyes were watering and you started to arch your back while moaning loud enough to heard by the neighbor.Your mind was totally blank due to the pleasure.

"A-ah right there satoru" You mewled while choking on your words.

Saliva was running down from his chin, shortly you cummed in his mouth and his mouth covered in your juices and his saliva.

"Fuck baby you taste sweet as candy" He said while licking his lips.

"I didn't knew you were this sensitive enough to make you cum with my tounge and yeah you lost too."He said.

You were so embarassesd and gave him a disgusting look.

"Don't give me that look" he said.

Shortly he told you to stand up and he walked you towards the mirror.You were still sore due to your orgasm and your legs were wobbling.

You saw yourself in the mirror how messy your face and body was, fully covered in sweat and cum.

He stood at your back grabbing your both hands at your back and  bending you down infront of the mirror while exposing your wet core to him.

He started to tease your wet core with his aroused big swollen tip.

"Do you want this dick inside your  tight little pussy,huh?"He said teasingly.

"Y-Yes fuck me toru, fill my tight pussy with your big dick"You mewled helplessly.

Without any warning he slipped his big dick inside you. "So fucking tight" Satoru groaned under his breath, more to himself than to you, the friction coming to a stop. you couldn’t help but let out a loud moan at his unexpected action.

The tingle of being stretched open felt so good, arching your back as you bit your lip harshly. He knew that you liked it and he chuckled "You’re such a wet mess". You take my dick so well don't you?” Satoru brought his face to the exposed skin in the back of your neck to start sucking softly at your sweet spot behind your ear.

"I'll make your brain into mush with my cock in your tight pussy." He said while ramming his cock inside your tight pussy.

"Just shut your stupid mouth and fuck me gojhoe" You said teasingly.

He was fucking you infront of the mirror, he grabbed your hair with his one hand forcing you to look your reflection in the mirror as you melt.you tried to look away but kept forcing you to stare at the mirror and you hated and felt excited at the same time.

As far as you know, gojo loves to tease and be playful with everyone, so as you wanted to twitch his cock, almost get the ecstasy feeling, satoru pulled his dick out, hearing your saddened purr. 'shall i put it back, baby, shall i? should i fuck your tight hole with my cum?'

you nodded, as your empty pussy is full with the cock.

"Now you are going to watch yourself or you are not gonna cum at all baby, understood?"He said.

You nodded and start watching yourself getting fucked by him infront of a mirror.You started to moan fractiously.

Your were really flustered from the view and again stopped looking at the mirror and said "I fucking hate you Gojo Satoru" between your moans and he just chuckles, he used his hands to face you again in the mirror."If you hated me so badly then why am I only the one able to have you like this."

"You think you can just run that pretty mouth of  yours whenevee you want?! Now be quiet and take my dick just like a slut you are."

gojo is proud and he doesn't hide it - watching how your tits bouncing every time in the mirror and how his balls touching your bare skin.

You couldn't even stand anymore your legs were giving up but you both were about to cum

He forced you to look at him and kissed your lips, nudging inside you faster, stretching your redden walls with the tip - don't lie to him, you are enjoying, yeah?the friction of his cock against your walls is of the scale was just amazing.

he's barely had time to pull out, He cummed on your thighs.

'I want you to be my wife, so that I can do naughty things to you for the rest of my life' He said.

"If you keep fucking me this good, I might marry you" You said.

He was shocked by your response but he was happy.

To be honest you enjoyed his company even thought after being enemies.

You both fell asleep peacefully after the conversation.

(Idk wtf I just wrote -_-)

A/N: I hope y'all liked the story. I'm new to these things but I really enjoyed it while writting this. Please forgive me if its too confusing I'll try better next time.English is not my first language so there might be many mistakes. I'm really sorry!!

[sillywhistle]

A 30-day writing challenge for Maria and Georg! For the next 30 days, I will be posting a one-shot a day that has been inspired by a quote from a love song that you may or may not have heard of! I thought it was fitting since Maria and Georg were brought together through music. The link above is to go and read it on FF.Net, but you can also read it under the cut!

Hope you like it!

The Lady In Red

[There's nobody here, it's just you and me,

It's where I want to be,

But I hardly know this beauty by my side,

I'll never forget the way you look tonight]

The Lady In Red - Chris Burgh

Returning to the party after stepping out onto the terrace with Max for a smoke, Georg failed to keep from smiling when he caught sight of his wife standing to the side after scanning the room with his eyes. She was holding their little girl, swaying in time to the music with her while she watched the dancing and let her grab at the beads hanging around her neck, and he had to admit she looked a dream in the floor-length red gown she had bought. It was daring for her, what with it having an open back and being slightly more fitted than the other gowns she had in the armoire, but he was most certainly a fan of it.

When it dawned on him that people were beginning to notice he was staring, he decided it was time to go over there before he made an idiot out of himself and so he turned and made his way around the perimeter of the ballroom. She spotted him before too long and they shared a smile, the love he had for both her and their darling Rosemary only deepening when she pointed at him and she squealed at seeing him when she turned her head. He chuckled when she reached her chubby little arms out towards him, leaning away from her mother, and he pressed his lips to her forehead as he perched her on his hip.

"I say, the two of you are looking very beautiful this evening," He said while draping the skirt of the white dress she had on over his arm, his hold of her tightening when she rubbed at her eye with the back of a hand and snuggled further into him. Even though it sounded bad, he was glad she was getting sleepy because it meant he would soon have Maria to himself and he had been waiting to dance with her all night near enough. He let his arm fall from around her and reached out to run his hand down Maria's back, causing her to look up into his eyes. "I think we ought to be getting this little lady up to bed now."

She hummed in agreement. "Neither of us will get a thing done tomorrow if she's in a foul mood from lack of sleep."

"My thoughts exactly," He confessed. "How about we both go? I imagine getting her settled will take half the time with two."

"Well, that and you still struggle to put her cloth on straight which means you need me to do it." She teased.

He rolled his eyes at her before pecking at her cheek. "Come on, the sooner we go up the sooner we can come back down."

Wordlessly then, they walked around the perimeter of the ballroom and into the foyer before heading for the staircase and starting to make their way up to their room. Before they could get too far though, the sound of Liesl calling to them caught their attention and they turned to watch her approach. "I can put her to bed for you if you would like me to," She said when she came to stand in front of them, smiling as she accepted her baby sister from her father when she threw her arms out in her direction. "I know what to do, I used to do it with Gretl every night, and you shouldn't have to abandon your own party."

"I…well, I mean, we appreciate it, darling, but are you sure?" He shared a look with his wife, taking her hand in his.

"I am, I promise," She nodded. "You haven't had a moment alone all evening, so I told the others to leave you in peace too."

Maria laughed at that, stepping closer to Georg with a squeeze of his hand. "I have no idea what we would do without you."

"I know, I'm wonderful," Liesl teased with a shrug. "Go on, go back to the party."

Georg reached out and laid his free hand on the back of her neck, leaning in to press a kiss to her brow before he led Maria around her and the two of them made their way back down the stairs. Once they were back in the ballroom, he released her hand and turned to her before drawing her into his arms and revelling in the smile she gave him as they began to dance. It was a waltz they were familiar with, one they had been dancing for years and were able to get through without thinking all that much about, and it felt wonderful to be able to lose themselves in the moment after having been made to wait so long.

He turned his head a little to the side so he could let his cheek rest against hers while they glided around the room, feeling her smile as he traced circles onto her back with the pad of his thumb. The more they danced, the more the other couples and the rest of the world faded away into nothingness and all he wanted was to savour every small step they took together.

Just him and his magnificent lady in red.

[alloftheimaginess]

Little Morgan

Ooc Spencer Reid.

Wordcount : 2727

After filming her latest movie After, overseas for the last year 26 year old Yn Morgan was seen headed to Virginia

I hold my phone in my hand as I pose for pictures with the fans I ran into at the airport even though I look like a literal pile of shit. I work with what I have which is filters and when they are done taking photos on their phone I pull out my phone and I go to my Snapchat and I use my phone to take selfies with fans and I take like 8 before adding them to my Instagram story, getting all of their instagrams so that I can tag them.

"Arrived home to so much love. I love you all 😘💕" I add to my Instagram story as well.

"Thank you so much Yn" one of them says.

"Of course no problem" I say hugging them again before my phone starts going off.

"It was nice meeting you all, I'll follow you when I get home" I say walking off and picking up my phone.

"Hey dad" I say as soon as I pick up.

"Hey baby did you land?" He asks.

"Yeah, are you here?" I ask looking around as I grab my suitcase.

"Yeah, I'm walking up right now. I had to park pretty far" he says.

"Okay, I'm making my way to the entrance" I say putting my suitcase down and wheeling it behind me and when I see him, I run over to him and he catches he, pulling me into a hug and I hug him back.

"Hi daddy" I say kissing his head.

"Hey baby. How was the flight?" He asks and I smile at him.

"To be honest I don't know. I was so excited to see Hank that I slept the whole time because if I didn't I would have exploded" I say and he laughs.

"How long has it been?" He asks.

"I only seen him when he was in the hospital and then I was filming supernatural and then when that wrapped I had to fly out from Canada to London to start filming After" I say.

"It's going to be so good to see him in person and not just over FaceTime" I say and he grabs my suitcase.

"Well he's waiting so let's go" he says leading the way.

"Are you okay?" He asks as he gets in after putting my suitcases in the trunk and I nod.

"Yeah, it's just a little weird if I'm being honest" I say buckling up.

"I haven't seen Savannah in so long and I don't want to feel like I'm intruding" I say and he quickly shakes his head.

"I understand, it's a new place. But take your time it's no rush to get use to things. And it's only two weeks but if it was longer you wouldn't be intruding. She's waiting to get some girl time in with you" he says smiling at me before he drives off.

"A few of my former colleagues are coming over for dinner tonight. So I'm just letting you know so you have time to shower and get ready" he says.

"Thank you for the warning. I need time to get presentable" I say smiling at him.

"Welcome home" he says opening the door and I walk inside happy to finally be here instead of living out of a hotel for the past year and a half.

"You did such a good job with the house, it looks nothing like how it use to look" I say looking around.

"Hey sweetie" I hear and Savannah walks around the corner.

"Hey" I say and she hugs me and I hug her back.

"I just started dinner, so you have time to get ready" she says and I nod and Hank runs around the corner.

"Ynn" he says running over to me hugging me.

"Hi Bubba" I say picking him up.

"You've gotten some big and cute. How old are you now?" I ask kissing his head.

"I'm three" he says holding up four fingers and I put one down, smiling at him.

"That's so crazy. I remember seeing you in the hospital as a little baby" I say.

"You seen me in the hospital?" He asks and I nod.

"Yeah, I was one of the first people to hold you" I say brushing his hair out his face.

"Hank, let Yn go shower" Savannah says.

"We'll finish this conversation later" I say putting him down and holding out my fist and he fist bumps me before running off into the kitchen.

"Everything is pretty much exactly where it was it's just updated so you should have no problem finding your way" my dad says and I turn to him nodding.

"Okay" I say going up the stairs to shower and get ready.

I walk down the stairs and I hear a lot of talking and laughing and I tug on my dress before walking around the corner "hey Yn come here" my dad says opening his arms and I walk over and he hugs me, wrapping one arm around my shoulder.

"This is my best friend Penelope, Penelope this is my daughter Yn" he says introducing me to the first person I see.

"You didn't tell me your daughter was the Yn Morgan" she says and I smile at her.

"Well I feel like I'm the only one" I say laughing.

"But it's nice to meet you" I say going to shake her hand but she pulls me into a hug.

"You are so beautiful" she says and I hug her back.

"Thank you" I say smiling at her.

"This is Matt and his wife Kristy, Hotch and his wife Renae, Luke, Tara, Rossi, JJ and her husband Will, Emily and Spencer" he says introducing me to everyone and I shake all of their hands.

"It's really good to meet you all" I say smiling at them.

"I'm with Penelope here. You didn't tell us who your daughter actually was" Luke says and I turn to my dad.

"It never came up" he says and Renae laughs.

"Never came up? We've known you for like 17 years" she says.

"Geez it's almost like you're embarrassed of me" I joke and he laughs rolling his eyes.

"How long are you with your dad?" Matt asks.

"Two weeks, I'm off from filming for a while so I decided to visit them" I say and he smiles at me and I smile back and Savannah hands me a glass of wine and I sip on it.

"You're an actress right?" Kristy asks and I nod.

"Yeah I am" I say smiling at her.

"What's that like?" She asks.

"When I was younger it was a really hard time for me, I started out on a show and then my mom made me join another cast at the same time and I was doing two shows at once and I wasn't use to it so I was very moody and always tired and then after that I did a season of a show and I was quickly done with that because it sucked so I moved on to movies to let myself relax" I say taking a sip of my wine.

"And you do both now right?" JJ asks.

"Yeah, recently I started doing tv again" I say.

"You were in the Netflix series. I think it was called a Time" Will says and I nod.

"Yeah, that's what made me want to start tv again and then I did a show called euphoria with one of my best friends who is like a little sister to me and then I did supernatural and went to work on a movie" I say.

"My girlfriend and I watched Euphoria" Tara says.

"What did you think?" I ask.

"You were so good. We talked about how you and Zendaya played the roles you got so good that it seemed so real" she says and I laugh awkwardly because for me it is very real.

"She told me the day she started filming that Savannah and I weren't allowed to watch it" my dad says wrapping his arm around Savannah.

"Her parts in the show weren't as bad as others but yeah as her parents I wouldn't watch it" she says and everyone laughs.

"What else are you in?" Spencer asks.

"Im in a new series called the umbrella academy. It came out earlier this year and I occasionally do a show called 9-1-1" I say.

"So you've been busy?" Renae asked and I nod.

"Extremely, but I like it. It helps me stay active so I don’t have rid to start thinking" I say drinking the last of my wine.

"I'm going to get a refill. Does anyone need anything?" I ask and they all shake their head continuing on the conversation and I go into the kitchen and I go to the wine and I pour me a glass and I take the plastic baggie out my bra and I put a little on my finger and I stick the bag back in my bra and I hear the door open so I brush it off and I look up to see Spencer and he smiles at me and I smile back.

"Hey" I say.

"Hi, can you top me off?" He asks setting his cup on the island and I nod pouring him a glass and I sit on the cabinet refilling mine.

"So Spencer" I say smiling at him.

"Yeah?" He asks, awkwardly smiling back.

"What do you like to do in your free time?" I ask.

"I don't really get free time but I guess I would have to say I like to read" he says.

"Oh yeah I can see that" I say and I grab my purse that’s on the far end of the cabinet, pulling the book out.

"You've probably read this but if you haven't you should give it a read and let me know what you thought about it. I just finished reading it on the flight here" I say handing it to him.

"How am I going to do that?" He asks and I pull a pen out and I open the front of the book, quickly writing my number in the top of the front cover.

"There you go. I don't know how fast you read but it took me three days so I'll be waiting on the call" I say.

"It's actually not going to take me that long" he says opening the front page again and he reads the first and second page in like 30 seconds.

"Oh my god I totally forgot you're like a genius" I say and he laughs.

"I'm not a genius" he says.

"Something only a genius would say" I say laughing and he looks up as I'm drinking my wine.

"Are you sure you want to give this to me?" He asks and I nod.

"I mean it's a bit too late, I was trying to be cute and write my number down" I say and he blushes a little.

"Yeah, you're right" he says quietly and I giggle.

"Hey, nothing to be embarrassed about" I say holding up my wine glass and I nod to him and he holds his up.

"Here's to fast friend outside of our careers and good books" I say and he taps his glass against mine at the same time I go to tap mine against his and I fall forward applying too much pressure and I catch myself but I break both glasses and the wine falls out and I instantly start laughing.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry" I say and he laughs with me and I jump down to grab some paper towels so I can clean up and he helps me and I hear the door open and I look up.

"Everything okay in here?" Savannah asks and I look up quickly over the island.

"Mhm" I say.

"All is good" Spencer says and she raises a brow.

"Whatever you heard nothing is broke" I say and she laughs.

"If you need another glass they are in the cabinet beside the stove" she says and the door closes and I finish cleaning and I sit back on the floor, with my back pressed against the island and Spencer grabs us more glasses and refills them and sits beside me handing me one.

"Thank you" I say and he smiles at me.

"Here's to fast friends outside of our careers, good books and extra wine glasses" he says and I snort laughing.

"Here here" I say gently tapping his glass and we both drink at the same time.

"Anyone ever tell you how easy it is to get along with you?" I ask and he quickly shakes his head laughing.

"Never and you only say that because I've had to stop myself from pulling out all the ramblings and unwanted facts" he says and I laugh.

"Don't let me stop you, I'd love to hear some of your best facts" I say and he smiles at me and I smile back and I start to lean in and the door opens and we both quickly pull away.

"And that's when I walked out of the Emmy's" I say and my dad clears his throat and I stand up.

"What's going on in here?" He asks.

"Well I was coming in here to refill my glass" I say.

"20 minutes ago" he says.

"And Spencer came in and we started talking and I gave him a book and then I went to cheers his glass and I broke both of ours and had to clean it up and then savannah came in and told us where the spare glasses were and then we refilled our glasses" I say and Spencer stands up.

"Leave them alone" Savannah says coming in to check dinner and I laugh at my dads face and Spencer's phone goes and he looks at it and he sighs.

"I have to go" he says and my dad nods.

"I'll walk you out" I say.

"You don't have to" he says.

"I know but I want to" I say.

"Be careful and I'll see you Sunday" my dad says hugging Spencer who hugs him back and then he hugs savannah as I walk into the living room.

"There you are Yn" Penelope says and I smile.

"I'll be right back to talk, I'm going to walk Spencer out" I say and she nods and Spencer comes to say bye to everyone and I walk him out.

"It was nice getting to meet you, you are way cooler than what I've heard" I say laughing and he laughs and it dies down and it gets awkward.

"Okay I'm just going to come out and say it because I've learned my whole life to just be bold but I like you, like really like you and the time I've talked to you has been the most fun I've had in like the past year and I know it might be weird because our age gap and the fact that I'm Derek's daughter and you're probably taken because only an idiot would ever turn you down and now I'm regretting even saying anything about liking you but it's true and I'm sorry if things are weird between us now but I thought we were having a moment in the kitchen earlier but I'm an idiot and I don't actually know if it was what I-" he cuts my endless rambling off with a kiss and I kiss him back before he pulls away.

"I'm sorry I don't know why I did that" he says.

"It's okay, I don't mind" I say smiling at him.

"I wouldn't normally do that but there's just something about you" he says and I push his hair out of his face, my smile growing bigger and I clear my throat.

"I should head back inside before they get suspicious but call me when you finish the book" I say and he squeezes my hand and I smile at him running back inside and when I get into the house I watch him pull off and I shut the door.

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First

A/N: Originally,this was supposed to be a story but then my drafts got deleted idek why or how.I tried to write it the way how I remembered it.Let me know your thoughts on this one.✨

Pairing/s : Jeffrey Dean Morgan x reader, Negan x reader

Warning/s: mentions of sex

Tomorrow will be my second week portraying one of Negan's wives on the walking dead.

My first scene was easy.I had one line and that was it.The rest was either me walking around or sitting pretty.

Jeffrey made sure that I was comfortable with him.That's why he decided to have sessions with me before doing the actual scenes.And you were fine with it.

The other casts and staffs were very friendly and fun to work with.They welcomed me with big open arms into their family.

Since this was your first ever show,Kirkman thought it would be fun experimenting with your character.

You knew how wild his imagination was and you were pretty excited with how your character is going to be portrayed.

He wanted your character to be lively and very sarcastic.He wanted you to have that power over Negan.Your character is Negan's favorite wife.

At first,it was hard to act intimidating infront of Jeffrey.Hell,you were intimidated by him.

A knock on the door pulled you away from your thoughts.I stood up and opened the door to see Jeffrey standing there with papers in his hands.

"Time for rehearsals?" He said and I mentally face palmed myself.

"Oh god." I muttered.

Jeffrey chuckled and patted my shoulders.

"I see,you're not the only one stressed out here.Angela wanted to know if you're fine with our next scene." He asked.

And I totally forgot the most important thing.My love making scene with Jeffrey will be tonight.

"What's wrong with me and my memory today.I totally forgot that it's today." I said and Jeffrey laughed.

"I feel like you're the old one here and not me." He joked and I nervously laughed.

"Why don't we get inside and start our rehearsal?That way we can discuss our scene?" Jeffrey continued and I nodded at his suggestion,which is good.

Mostly,for our scenes,I just follow his lead.I told him that and he knows.

She couldn't believe the rage building inside her.She wasn't acting like herself but she couldn't stop the words coming out from her mouth.

For some reason,she wanted to test how far Negan would go.

Twirling around to grab the door knob,she heard a slam on the table.

"Don't you even fucking dare leave this room without fixing the shit you caused" Negan angrily said in a loud voice.

Holy shit,calm yourself y/n.Just like you practiced,you will be fine.

Breathing heavily,you slowly turned around to see Negan glaring up at you.

"Can't you just let me go?You said it yourself that if we don't feel like we belong here anymore,then we can just go.There are walkers everywhere,Negan." You said in a low voice,not wanting to increase the tension building between you two.

"That's the real threat,not me walking away from your overprotective and jealous ass.I just don't get why you have to punish every single man who comes across me?It's not like I'll cheat on you or anything." You continued explaining to him.

It was starting to frustrate you everytime you hear someone gets a hot iron on their face or a lash on their back just because Negan apparently saw them checking you out.

"I don't even know if this is marriage to you,it clearly isn't one.We're supposed to be partners.Not you owning me,telling me to just be here when I fully know that I can be out there too.Earlier,what I did,I had to prove to myself that I can do it too.And I did." You said and saw his eyes soften a little bit.

Slowly,Negan stood up from the couch and went to stand in front of you.

You felt his hand on your chin,tilting your head up so he could look at your face.

You saw his eyes glimmer with humor and lust?

"So you want us to be like a normal married couple?Not this apocalyptic survival mode marriage?Do I have to bring you breakfast in bed?" Negan mumbled and you wanted to punch him right there and then.

"I can't even talk to you properly.You always have these crazy ass jokes.Am I a joke to you?"

"Oh kitten,you are not a joke to me.You are my lifeline.Jokes aside,i also happen to love your pussy.Which brings me to ask,what time does your pussy open?" Negan said as he put his hand on your waist,pulling you closer to him.You giggled and looked up at him.

And that's where you lost it.You pulled his face and kissed him hungrily.Following the script,Jeffrey held your face between his hands.You felt his tongue on your lips,asking for permission.

You moaned out when you felt his hand on your waist,going lower to your ass.

Negan growled when he felt your hand on his growing bulge.He missed her like hell.

Being able to do this with her after being gone for weeks makes him want to slam his dick in her wet pussy right there and then.

But he needs to feel her,touch her,savor every inch of her body that he missed.

"God,i fucking miss this,kitten." Negan mumbled while trying to unclasp your bra.

With one movement,he pulled down your bra,leaving your chest bare for him to see.

Negan wasted no time and went to suck one of your boobs,his left hand playing with the other one.Your hands are tugging at his hair,feeling a wet sensation pooling between your legs.

"Negan,please" You moaned out,forcing him down to your legs.

Jeffrey looked up at you,at that moment,you didn't know what to feel when you saw his face.You wanted to pounce on him,feel him between you,slamming his huge dick in a hard thrust of his hips.You totally forgot that you were just filming a scene.

"I love it when you say my name like that,makes me want to ram my big,fat,juicy cock inside your wet little cunt.Do you want that?" Negan growled while fondling with the hem of your panties.

You nodded,not having the voice to speak out.You just wanted to lay down and let him have his way on you.

"Fuck,you're already dripping wet on my fingers and that's just me playing with your delicious breasts" Negan said as he put one finger inside of you.

Good lord,as much as you wanted him to pounce on you,there were people everywhere.You can feel everyone's eyes at the both of you.But here's Jeffrey not even caring about anyone.

"Cut! Next scene we'll have you lay down on Negan's bed.Take a break for 30 minutes." Greg yelled using a microphone.

People shuffled around,leaving you and Jeffrey alone.

"That was hot"Jeffrey said as he threw you a bathrobe while putting his over his body.

You rolled your eyes and chuckled.

"I hope i looked fine.I feel like my hair's everywhere.We still have to do the main scene and that's where I'm worried most." You said.

Jeffrey shook his head."You look absolutely stunning with your hair all over the place.You look like you're about to get fucked"

You sighed.

It was hard to pretend that it's not affecting you,but it does.Every scene that you do with him,gets harder for you.You just hoped that no one would notice.Even Jeffrey.

masterlist

[milazka]

August twelve — Rudy Pankow

image found on pinterest

summary: the one where it’s your boyfriend’s birthday and you planned an amazing day for him.

request: yes

content: fluff

author’s note: i didn’t add a smut part because i feel like i’m only writing smutty imagines and i needed to write a fluffy one with this hottie! my requests are open and you can find my masterlist at the end of this post if you feel like reading more of my stuff!

warnings: most of my stories may contain mature themes such as swearing, underage drinking, substance abuse, sexual language and scenes, fights and more. also, i do not intend to be offensive towards anyone who reads this blog, if anything written can be perceived as hurtful to any community or person, i apologize, it was never my purpose while writing it.

word count: 1700.

She was standing in the frame of the door, her pretty eyes observing the young man lying on the bed, his body half covered by the grey blanket. His chest was rising at a peaceful rate with no sign of trouble apparent on his angel face. A little smile slipped over her rosy lips as she thought about how lucky she was that this man was still a part of her life, twenty years later. Both born in Ketchikan, Alaska, just a few months apart, Rudy and her had grown up as a duo. hey did everything together. Rarely did you ever saw one without the other; she was the Bonnie to his Clyde and nothing in the world could have changed that. Over the years, they both had a few meaningless relationships, and they never lasted long. The girls were envious of his closeness with Y/n while the boys were quick to understand that she would never look at them the way she looked at Rudy; he was her person, but she hadn't figured it out yet. It was on a cold December afternoon, a few days before the New Year’s eve, that they exchanged their first kiss, their lips frozen by the Alaskan winter, both seated by the burning fire in the chimney. Five years later and in a much warmer town, she was looking at her sleepy boyfriend with the same sparks in her eyes.

“You're staring at my butt, aren't ya?” 

Rudy's sleepy voice took her out of her thoughts as she laughed. His eyes were half opened and he had pillow marks all over his right cheek. His disheveled blond hair was falling out in front of his pretty ocean colored eyes. She carefully made her way to the bed, trying not to knock over the breakfast tray she was holding with both hands. 

“I made you waffles” 

“The blueberry ones?” he asked with his childish voice and she nodded. “For what occasion?”

“It’s your birthday, remember?” she chuckled as she watched his facial expression change from confused to excited. He has always loved his birthday, especially since the day she became his girlfriend and always planned a day full of surprises for him. Rudy grasped her blue sweater sleeve and lured her towards him to kiss her lips tenderly.

“Mmm you taste like maple syrup.” 

“I may or may not have already eaten a waffle while cooking them,” she smiled, tilting her head to the side to give him her guilty puppy eyes, making him fall more in love with her. “I planned the whole day so you better start eating your waffles now because we’re leaving in an hour.”

“Did I ever tell you you're the best girlfriend?” he mumbled with his mouth full of waffles dipped in maple syrup.

“Many times, but I'll never get tired of hearing you say it, lover boy.”

“Good, because with such a good waffles recipe, you're stuck with me for a while, pretty girl!”

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Chase picked them up around eight pm in front of their apartment with his black truck, the rest of the cast were already at the the Pate’s house, decorating and preparing the cake. She had blindfolded his boyfriend and he kept asking where they were going every single minute of the trip like a child. He had done the same thing a few months ago when she took him skydiving for the first time, it was almost routine for her to hear him complain in the back of the car. 

“Stop asking, you big baby!” she said to him, turning her upper body toward the back of the car where he was seated. “It’s a surprise, I’m not gonna ruin it because you can't wait for a few minutes.”

He gave her his pouting face and crossed his arms on his chest, knowing she would not say a word to him about it even if he tried harder. A few minutes later, Chase parked his truck next to Drew's car. She walked to the left side of the car to opened Rudy's door, quickly kissing him on the lips and automatically causing a big smile to cover his pouty face. She guided him to the backyard with Chase’s help. He opened the back yard gate, letting them pass in front of him before closing it back so Lilah's dog would not run away like he did multiple times when they filmed the first season of the show. All the cast members were silently gathered in front of a multicoloured cloud of balloons and were holding a sign that said 'Happy birthday, Rudy!' 

“Okay, you can take your bandana off!” she said to his ear and he could feel the excitement in her voice. 

Slowly, he pulled his blindfold down and a wide smile slipped on his lips at the sight of all his friends singing happy birthday to him. He squeezed his girlfriend's hand while his friends were still singing and she couldn't help but let a few tears of joy run down her cheeks when she saw him so touched by the surprise she had planned for him. 

“Thank you for all of this, baby. I love you more and more everyday my sweet girl,” he whispered to her ear before leaning down to kiss her soft lips that tastes like caramel due to the caramel macchiato she drank in the car.

“I’m happy you’re happy, lover boy,” she said to him as he pressed his cheek against her palm, a smile at the corner of his lips. “Now, go hug your friends!” 

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After her and Rudy hugged and thanked everyone, they all swapped their clothes for bathing suits that would come in handy during their little boat trip of the afternoon. Jonas had let them borrow his boat, taking advantage of the fact that his children were with them to spend a day with his wife at the spa. Drew was at the helm of the boat while the others were all sitting on the benches, toasting to Rudy's birthday just before Chase announced that they were far enough away from the shore to put the tube in the water. JD, Rudy and Y/n were the first ones to shotgun a spot on the pneumatic tyre.

“Babe? Can you help with the zipper?” Rudy asked his girlfriend, frowning completely clueless.

“He’s twenty-two and still needs his girlfriend to zip his life jacket,” Jonathan mocked him, resulting in him being pushed in the water by a proudly smirking Rudy who quickly followed him the water, grabbing Y/n by the waist to take her with him. She surfaced quickly thanks to her life jacket, clearing her face of wet hair and sending a wince at her boyfriend. They all swam to the tube, splashing each other on purpose along the way. Rudy climbed aboard first and reached out his hand to Y/n to help her climb up. She sat between him and Jonathan, clutching a black rubber handle with one hand while the other was firmly intertwined with her boyfriend's hand. 

“Are you ready?” yelled drew, turning his upper body toward the back of the boat, his right hand resting on the wheel. 

“Aye aye, Captain!” Rudy screamed back and the boat begun to pick up speed. 

The water was splashing back in their faces and they could barely keep their eyes open, but they couldn't help smiling stupidly. The three of them let out cries of surprise and laughter every time they jumped a wave and almost got ejected from the tube. They could see Madison and Chase laughing at them while Madelyn filmed them for her next tomfoolery instagram post. Drew took a sharp right turn, dropping Y/n and JD on Rudy. She firmly grabbed her boyfriend's bicep after she lost her grip on the handle and pushed JD back up with her shoulder so he could settle back into his seat. Just when they thought Drew was done messing with them, he suddenly accelerated, ejecting them out of the tube like three little rockets. 

“You fucker!” Rudy shouted to his friend, laughing before turning towards his girlfriend. “You okay baby?”

“All good and still in one piece!” she replied, swimming back to the boat where Deion gave her a hand to climb up. A few seconds later, she felt a towel being placed on her shoulders and two arms wrapped around her waist. She smiled, turning her head to meet the face of her boyfriend who had pressed his chin to her shoulder. He placed a few kisses on her neck, making her squirm under his grip from the tickling of his lips against her wet skin. 

“Look at them! You guys are so cute,” whined Lilah, taking a picture of them. Y/n blushed while Rudy smiled proudly. “Can you send me the picture? I'm gonna post it on instagram.” rudy said as he grabbed his phone and sat on one of the benches while Chase and Madelyn were putting on their life jackets. She sat next to him, resting her head on his shoulder and playing with the hem of his boarding shorts, a gift she gave him for his birthday last year, right before he started shooting for Outer Banks. He quickly wrote a caption and posted the photo of them on his instagram, getting hundred of likes and comments only a few seconds after. 

‘My sweet girl. Thanks for the amazing birthday surprise! Love you to the moon and back, my love.’

“I love you too, baby,” she cupped his face with her palms and kissed his salty lips. “Oh, before I forgot,” she brought her face close to his and took her sensual innocent voice. “Since it’s your birthday, I’m gonna let you do whatever you wanna do to me tonight.”

His eyes opened widely and he cleared his throat. “Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me, pretty girl,” he kissed her, nibbling at her bottom lip. “I’m gonna please you so much tonight that you’re gonna beg me to stop.” 

She smirked at him and grazed his crotch with her fingertips. “I look forward to it.”

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[liberty-barnes]

Miah’s 1K Celebration

so...

welcome to the mess that is my 1k celebration cause i’m unable to make simple choices and can’t stand the thought of letting people down

as you can see, i’m perfectly normal

the literal 1005 people following me would disagree on that but heyyy details

so anyway

one thousand

one bloody thousand people following me

my inicial reaction is whyyyy??? i’m just a bisexual disaster who sometimes writes a half decent fanfic but you deemed me worthy of your follow?

then i started crying cause yk

but bottomline is, i love you all, you’re the bestest people in the whole entire world, so i’m gonna make both a sleepover and a writing challenge

sleepover cause i like answering questions

writing challenge cause it gives me a chance to show you all other artists and discover other artists myself cause we all need them and they deserve more recognition

special shoutout to my mutuals who i’ll tag at the end for always being there for me and supporting me through every high and every low, y’all are the real heroes here

BUT ANYWAY, ONTO THE CELEBRATION PART, WHICH FINDS ITSELF UNDER THE CUT OTHERWISE IT’D BE TOO BIG TO PROPERLY REBLOG (i tend to ramble a bit, but you already knew that)

Starts: December 11th 2020

Ends: December 20th 2020

Who can participate: everyone, anon or not! no need to be following me either

send me asks for:

✨ my opinion on...

🌻 cast my mutuals as...

🎵 i'll put my playlist on shuffle and give you a song

🍉 random fact about me

🦔 what's my favorite...

🍀 i'll give you advice (or just listen to you rant, if you want)

💬 last text [insert person] sent me

💌 handwritten letter

🎬 movie rec

📖 fic or blog rec

📘 inspiration behind [insert fic name], how i came up with it or if you have questions about it

🖋 line from one of my WIPs (tell me if you want fluff or angst, i won't tell you the pairing or anything, that's no fun)

💋 kiss, date, marry [insert people]

🎤 give me a song an i'll do a mini cover of it (it will be 1min long tops cause that's all tumblr can take lmao)

📷 random picture from my camera roll (you can request a theme if you want, like pictures from my childhood or awkward pics or something)

Rules:

• Open to anyone (don't have to be following me)

• Send me a DM or ask with the prompt(s) you want (two people tops per work) and who you're writing about

• Smut is allowed but make sure to put it in the warnings

• I will accept works for any Marvel character or cast member, part of the Holland clan, 1D member or affiliated, Teen Wolf characters or cast member, Maze Runner character or cast member

• Can be reader inserts or not, but please specify it in your DM/ask too

• Tag me when you're done

• All works will be rebloged under #Miah's 1k writing challenge and put in a masterlist that will be specifically created for this writing challenge

Starts: December 11th 2020

Ends: January 11th 2020

Prompt list:

1. “Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?”

2. “Home stopped being a place when you entered my life.”

3. “Stop moving and let me braid your hair.”

4. “Could you say that again?” “Were you not listening?” “No I was, I just like hearing your voice.”

5. “Can you just please hold me?”

6. “You come here often?” “Well considering I work here, yes.”

7. “Can I stay here tonight?”

8. “You’re really warm.”

9. “I’ve been in-love with you since we were kids.”

10. “Why are you wearing my sweater?” “Because it smells like you.”

11. “You are crushing me right now.”

12. “Darling I love you and all, but please get out of my kitchen.”

13. "I leave you alone for five minutes and this happens."

14. "I didn't fall. The floor looked lonely so I wanted to hug it." "Then why are you crying?" "It was an emotional reunion."

15. "There's no such thing as too many fairy lights."

16. “I’m leaving.” “Of course you are, that’s all you know how to do.”

17. “I love you.” “No you don’t”

18. “Any other lies left to tell me?”

19. “I miss the old you.”

20. “What happened to their happily ever after?” “Not all love stories get a happily ever after, sometimes it’s just once upon a time.”

21. “Lie to me. I don’t care what you say, just lie to me. Make me feel okay again.”

22. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t leave.”

23. "It's okay. It's not your fault that I couldn't be enough."

24. "Please don't leave me."

25. "You have the emotional range of a teaspoon."

26. "Will you shut up for once in your life?"

27. "This isn't about us."

28. "I will shove a christmas tree so far up your ass that when you open your mouth we'll see the fairy lights."

29. "I'm not crying, my eyes are sweating"

30. "Is that blood?" "Yes, but it's not mine." "Is that supposed to make it better?"

31. "I’ll drink to that.” “You drink to everything.” “Cheers!”

32. “Why is arson always your first answer?”

33. "What are you doing?" "What does it look like I'm doing?"

34. "I can explain!" "Then explain." "Okay, I can't explain."

35. "Get out of here with your facts. Just because you're accurate does not mean you're interesting."

36. "How many hearts did you break while trying to keep yours intact?"

37. "I know everything. It's in the job description."

38. "One more word out of you and I'll rip your throat out with my teeth."

39. "Do you listen to girl in red?"

40. "Is that code for something or am I just paranoid?"

41. "With how things have been going, I might as well start working at a circus."

42. "I love (him/her/them)." "Then why did you give up?" "Cause (he/she/they) deserved better."

43. "I want to ask but something tells me the answer will be more disturbing than anything I can think of."

44. "Do you think he's... *flicks wrist*?"

45. "Do I look like an idiot to you?" "Do you want me to answer that honestly or politely?"

46. "Just how clumsy are you?"

47. "So... the weather?"

48. "Just leave."

49. "Don't you fucking dare!"

50. "You don't have to talk right now. But whenever you're ready, if you're ever ready, I'll be here to listen."

tagging and complimenting my amazing mutuals cause y’all deserve it

@parkersbliss​ thank you for marrying me, first of all, and for being the most amazing wife one could ask. i wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you and i will never stop ebing thankful for your existence

@peterspideyy​ thank you for listening to my rants along with grace and supporting me during all my simping, you’re the sweetest thing existing since powdered sugar

@theamazingtomholland​ thank you for always putting a smile on my face, reminding me that i’m loved everyday and just being you, cause it’s the best thing you could be

@lozzypoz321​ thank you for listening to me rant abt my fics and how much i hate writing and then motivating me to write again or do basic things like get out of bed lmao (we still have the best taste in music)

@everything-is-alrightt​ kenzie lovely, thank you for being the pure little ball of unfiltered joy that you are cause even thinking about you and the jump shit your brothers get up to makes me smile like crazy, you’re amazing and don’t you dare forget it

@spider-trash​ thank you for being my brother, going alon with my ridiculous schemes for corrupting posie and making me laugh out loud every time you come up with something even worse, you’re the coolest bro i could ask for

and finally, thank you @fallinfortom​ for inspiring me to write in the first place, being an amazing mum to us, an actual good role model for me to have and for your random appearances in my dreams and the fun english teacher who makes us read tom holland fics instead of english literature. you’re amazing and i’m incredibly thankful to know you

love you all to the ends of the universe and back again, Miah

[julies-butterflies]

Honestly, your writing reminds me a lot of the buffyverse. Just the perfect balance of humor and sadness and romance and heart that just feels like a vivid window into the world you've created.

God the Body...the best forty minutes of television I may never watch again. I've rewatched Willow and Tara's kiss (because I'll adore them forever), but just...the weight of it. It took me a full month to work up the nerve to watch the episode, to be ready to cry that much.

What you said about not wanting people to suffer, because of your work...It's never once felt like that for me. And I've cried a LOT while reading your work. I'll try to explain it the best I can

Grief can be so isolating, and disorienting. Your world goes topsey-turvey, supports you took for granted go flying into the abyss and suddenly it's a minefield of those glass shards. And no one's grief is identical. No two circumstances are the same. It's not possible for anyone else to know exactly how you feel, because no two hearts break alike.

Sometimes, it's because people just don't understand. Sometime's it's because they no longer want to. But some days, that feeling of aloneness can be crushing.

Then one night, I stumbled upon Let These Shadows Fall Away Like Dust. That one hit me way harder than I was ever expecting. The question of how to grieve the living, the dilemma on when forgiveness is deserved...Alex's anger, his devestation, the rawness of it all....That's my broken glass. Those are concepts I've been struggling for over a year. I'm still picking up pieces every day.

I sobbed, because it was such a relief. To see the feelings that had been scrambled up in my mind just reflected there, on my screen. The reminder I had desperately needed, that I was not alone. That even though my circumstances were different, I was not the only one trying to unravel those messy emotions.

Then again, I also read your deathfic for fun, so maybe I'm not the best judge of this. I tend to like angst. I tend to get a lot of "WHY WOULD YOU MAKE IT THAT SAD" in group chats :D

Please don't feel any pressure to respond to me quickly or anything. I never mind the wait. I'm so sorry for the rough times. Wishing that you and your family gets whatever you need to help ease your storm. Sending love and support as well.

(sorry for all the metaphors. I'm super sleepy and apparently, I resort to purple prose when tired lol)

I know exactly what you mean about Emily. I understand why people don't like her, but I just love to see her written as such a grey character. It's just so much more powerful when the love is so clearly there.

I mean, that's what a tragedy is, really. Love cut short. Grieving a future that could have been everything, if fate had not been cruel. I don't know if you know musical theater, but I like to think about the Barber and His Wife, from Sweeney Todd: the whole tragedy of that show, is that they were happy all together, and then permanently broken. How their paths keep crossing, but they never connect to heal. Never lost, but never found.

And that's the tragedy of Luke and Emily: too stubborn and too late. You find that grey area, the messiness so well, and just bring it all out so wonderfully. You do the same with Bobby/Trevor, ESPECIALLY in the horror and the wild. God, that absolutely devestated me. I'm not a big fan of horror in general, and I haven't explored the genre that much but...if all horror is like yours then DAMN, I might just have to become a fan.

This got super long (lol) so I'll wrap it up now but! THE SIC FIC QUEENS TOGETHER???? When I tell you I lost it.... all too well Bobby and what you've lost reggie in the same story are killing me. I am hooked and incredibly hyped. Loved both updates so far, and cannot wait to see where the story goes!

Oh yeah and I forget: I have to ask, do you have a fan cast of the one, the only, the incredible Keith Richards? (and that goblin is so cute!!! I really want to pet the blood thirsty monster. So badly)

Love, your totally-not-undead-pen-pal, :D

-Vampire Anon

Know musicals? Vampire Anon my beloved, I am a musical theatre bitch. Take a look at my high school graduation cap! (Anastasia is my favorite musical... something about the themes of home, love, and family, the idea of always finding a place in the world even after enduring incredible hardship, that anything is survivable with faith and love in your heart... I'm also a Romanov history bitch, and Christy Altomare is such an incredible talent and human being.) Literally, talk to me about musicals anytime!

And yeah, I definitely see your metaphor... the tragedy of The Barber and his Wife was how close they came to each other throughout the whole show, existing within reach the entire time, after being separated for so long. But it wasn't the same; it never could be. Time and trauma had changed them both into something unrecognizeable, and when they came face-to-face, they could only hurt each other. At a certain point, the ghosts of your past are meant to stay ghosts. Sure, you might want them back more than anything --- but what would it mean? What would you truly be getting back?

Luke's "back", of course, and he comes home to visit his parents multiple times... but they're not the same people he left. They're older, greyer, changed by grief... while he's just the same. A snapshot forever frozen in time, a memory crystalized in amber. You can't hold memories in your hands. You can't pull them close and refuse to let them go. Eventually, they'll slip away... and to Mitch and Emily, a memory is all their son is, now. That's what's so heartrending about the situation we see in the show, especially --- so much love still exists between all of them, but it has no place to go.

Okay, sorry, it's 3am here and I'm rambling too, haha --- mentioning musical theatre was a mistake.

I'm so glad my stories have been able to connect with you, especially 'shadows' --- that one resonated with a lot of people, more than I ever realized it would. It's not the most personal story to me... but definitely one that needed to be told, and the emotion in it... hits home for a lot of people. It means so much to me knowing that story, and Alex's internal struggle, has made people feel less alone.

I think I'm going to have a hard time looking back on that one, though. We were staying at my aunt's house for the weekend where I wrote most of it; I read a few excerpts to her, and she said she liked it. She was always interested in my writing... I kind of wish I'd gotten the chance to share more of it with her.

Like you said. Grief's a funny thing. Disorienting, relentless, and crushing.

Please just remember, though --- whatever you're dealing with, you're not alone. You don't have to cut yourself on those broken pieces... one day, you'll wake up, and realize you feel whole again. It will never feel the same, and the pain will always be there... but healing around it is what makes us stronger. You don't owe anyone your forgiveness; it's okay to grieve when you've lost something, regardless of whether death has taken them from you. Grief doesn't have to be earned, it simply has to be felt.

You'll be stronger for it, in the end. I'm sorry you've been hurting so much.

Anyways! Oh gosh! On to lighter, happier topics! Please tell me...

What are your favorite fics? (Like, my fics, obviously, which fics of mine do you just go gaga over? Please praise me or else my ego will shrivel like a worm on hot pavement.) No, okay, I'm kidding --- what are your top fics for this fandom? Like, what are the ones that really resonate with you, that you could read over and over? The JATP fandom has so many greats, but I'm always drawn back to Some Killer Queen You Are by pearlcaddy (buffyverse meets jatp!! iconic!!), Lantern's Light by thefairhero (literally the SOFTEST reggie), the sky's not empty tonight by firefall (just... devastating and beautiful in a dozen ways), and literally anything by foundfamilyvevo.

How long have you been in the JATP fandom? Who are your favorite characters? What's your favorite JATP song?

And finally, most importantly... what are your favorite musicals?

(also... since u asked... behold keith richards and tremble)

[mikkomacko]

Dear Daisy 5

Daisy never realized how big the house is until Harry's not there. Without his large personality sitting at the table, or his lanky legs kicked up on the coffee table while he works, or his broad body moving around the kitchen, Daisy feels like she's living in an empty palace. It's gotten to the point that she hates being at the house, but going to visit her family is just as depressing with them now crying over Sterling's departure. Her father's taken up more work with Thomas, hoping to make up for the usual revenue Sterling brings into the family. It's not much seeing as most of her brother's earnings goes into his personal savings so he can afford to marry Stella and take care of her. Daisy tried spending time with her future sister too, but that ended up being even more depressing then staring at Harry's empty couch cushion. So she goes on walks now. She's been putting off walking through the park because it reminds her of Harry now, and she stays as far away from the beach as possible. That really only leaves the town for her to walk through, but she likes the shops so she doesn't mind. She hardly buys anything, but the browsing keeps her mind off of Harry and how much she misses him and if he's okay. Her favorite shop to go in is the local bakery, owned a ran by a man named Robin and his kids. It's nice to sit at one of the tables, picking at a scone or mini pie and watch Robin teach his son's to roll out dough correctly and cut shapes into the pies. The three men are always so happy and carefree, and the feeling rubs off on her after sitting there for a bit.

Today, however, is different.

The bell above the door chimes as she pushes it open, stepping into the little shop and expecting a smile from Richard who's usually behind the counter. He's not there today, and walking up to the counter she realizes that Sam isn't either. It's just Robin, lips drooping down in the corners as he dusts some flower onto his apron. Daisy's smile falls, confused by the unusual gloomy mood in the bakery.

"Oh, hello Daisy." Robin greets when he notices her, offering her a pathetic smile. Daisy rests her elbows on the counter, holding her chin up.

"Is everything okay Robin?"

The man shrugs, shaking his head with a sad chuckle. "My boys left today," he mumbles, "one of them to the Poland, the other Germany."

Her heart falls to her stomach, and she thinks of Harry again. She's so worried knowing he's in France, she can't imagine how upsetting it'd be if he were sent to the front lines. "I'm sorry," she sympathizes, pausing a brief second before deciding what the hell, "my fiance shipped out a few weeks ago."

Robin looks up, a bit surprised as he moves to stand across from her. "Mr. Styles was called out?"

She shifts uncomfortably, scratching her fingernail across the wooden counter to keep her mind off of the war as much as possible. "To France for training and then assignment. I haven't gotten a letter yet informing me of where he's heading afterwards."

One of Robin's hands move over the counter, patting the top of Daisy's comfortingly. "It's tough, but I can't think of a greater man than Harry Styles fighting."

Daisy pauses, looking up at him curiously. She's never heard anyone say anything remotely kind about Harry before. He's always whispered about, gossiped about, but they're all tells of his rudeness or his harsh words. Daisy, having been privy to both, never really questioned anyone's dislike for Harry. But she'll definitely question their compliments for him.

"You know Harry really well?"

Robin nods, moving to untie his apron. "Grew up with his father. When he passed away I tried to keep an eye on Harryand Gemma. Of course that uncle of his stepped in, tried to raise Harry to be a prick like him-" Daisy giggles, never having heard Robin curse, "but good always beats bad."

He hangs his apron up, reaching under the counter for a small basket of oatmeal cookies. He places them on the counter in front of Daisy. "Free of charge, for Harry." He says, smiling softly. Daisy watches him for a moment, thinking that Robin must be a great father. He's kind, compassionate, but also tough. And judging by the two boys she's met in here before, he knows how to raise a good son. It's then that she realizes he's the only one running the bakery now, and while rations for the war have started, bread is always in demand. He'll be getting busy, busier than usual, and he might need help.

"Mr. Robin," she murmurs carefully, waiting for him to look at her expectantly, "if you'd like company or help around the shop while you're boys are away, I'd be happy to do so. Don't have to pay me or anything, I'd just like to get out of the empty house."

Robin's smile is warm and grateful, and he looks around the kitchen as if trying to picture Daisy back there helping him. Finally, he nods. "I'd love to have you Daisy, and I'd be happy to let you take home the tips for the day."

"No that's-"

"It's the least I could do," Robin interrupts, "owe it to Harry and his father."

She knows by the firmness of his voice that there's no room for arguing, and she knows tips aren't very much right now anyway so she won't feel bad for taking money from him. Plus the holidays are coming up, and she'd really like to get gifts from everyone without having to use Harry's money. It doesn't feel right to use it without him there, but then again, nothing really feels right while he's gone anyway.

~

Dear Daisy,

My training has been completed and I've received my assignment. Luckily for us, I'm staying in France, patrolling Paris in case Germany attacks. I'm sorry I didn't write sooner, it was difficult to find time during the first couple weeks, but you should know that not a day has gone by where I haven't thought of you. I ache for you, long for you so much it makes me dizzy. Patrolling Paris is wonderful, I've been here a few times, but I can't help but find you on ever corner. In the flower shops, laying among the soft petals. In the warmth of the bakeries and restaurant, beckoning me. Swirling in the air around me, shining in the stars above me. It's not the first city I've found you in and I'm certain it won't be the last.

I know I have so much to say to you. Secrets and truths that have been on the tip of my tongue since the night we met, pleading to be told. Oh how desperate I was on our last night together, aching to tell you everything. Again, I'm sorry, for I'm making you wait. I know you hate me, enough to cry for me, enough to marry me. I was once told my parents hated each other as well, and I had never seen love like theirs.

I hope you're staying warm as the days get colder, maybe planting vegetables in your garden in the back. Pumpkins grow well against the wall of the house and my mum has a wonderful pumpkin soup recipe. I'll dream of you tonight, and maybe every night, in our kitchen with the pretty blue apron around your hips, filling our house with a warmth only you could bring. My radio playing in the background, I'll wish to be sat there with you, argue over how you under-cooked the pumpkin just because I like the color of your pink cheeks when we fight.

Stay safe for me Daisy for I need a home to come home to.

-The Harry Styles x

~

Cold winds come with fall, blowing into the bakery every time the door is even slightly cracked. Daisy's lucky enough to be on oven duty, staying warm in the back while Robin works the counter. She's been working with him for almost a month now, finally skilled enough to help decorate the Halloween cookies and package them. Robin does most of the baking, but she always helps, and every time she finds a recipe of interest he goes out of his way to teach her to make it. Daisy finds working at the bakery to be quite wonderful. It's a good way to spend her time and she's never been good at cooking despite her mother's hard efforts to teach her. Meredith isn't much of a baker either so Daisy never learned that growing up either. It's exciting, working here. Like she's got a new hidden talent or secret that only her and Robin know.

It's only a matter of time before her mother or Summer starts questioning what she's been doing during the days, and she's dreading having to answer. Some may it find it silly but if she tells them about her new hobby she's afraid it'll lose its appeal. When she's here, everything is simple. She bakes and laughs with Robin, forgetting that men are fighting a few countries over. And if she's feeling particularly lonely, she can imagine that Harry's just at work, that she'll finish her goodies for the day and take them home in a box wrapped with pretty ribbon, body flushing when her husband praises her.

Even if it makes going home even more disappointing, Daisy will enjoy her time in the bakery. She's nearly curling the ribbon on a package of croissants for the girl on the other side of the counter when Robin says he's going to take the trash out back real quick. They were starting to close up when the lady came in, a Mrs. Weathers as Robin had greeted her, and he instructed y/n to quickly wrap her order. She carries the package over, smiling politely at Mrs. Weathers and charging her.

"You're Mr. Styles' fiancee aren't you?" She asks, counting out the coins in her purse. Her green eyes look Daisy up and down (as much as possible with the counter between them) but she looks more curious than judging.

"Yes ma'am."

Mrs. Weathers hums, accepting her change from Daisy. "Never thought I'd see the day he'd find a wife." Her tone is amused, mixed with a little bit of surprise, and her eyes shine at Daisy with a newfound respect.

"Why's that?" Daisy questions. She knows Harry's not well liked. He's not really liked at all, but everyone has their person. Maybe she's not Harry's person but her family made it so she is. And it turned out to be better than expected. So maybe she actually is his person and she never knew.

"I had a bit of a crush on him myself a few years ago." Mrs. Weathers admits, looking sheepish. "Tried to talk to him on the beach once, maybe get him to take me on a date in that pretty car of his. Barely spoke to me though. Ignored my flirting, even went as far as telling me I was desperate." Daisy cringes at the word. Harry used to hint at her being desperate too, but he never outright said it to her. If he had she thinks she would've hit him.

"I'm sorry," she apologizes, feeling the need to make up for Harry's rudeness. "He's got a sharp tongue and an ego big enough to keep his mouth flapping."

Mrs. Weathers laughs, waving her hand. "Don't apologize! It hurt at the time but I'm grateful he's the way he is. I probably would've married him and that would be awful. My husband Terry is the greatest love I've ever known."

Daisy smiles at the dreamy look in Mrs. Weathers eyes, but her chest aches for Harry. He may be rough on the edges, but she knows deep down he's sweet. He has a reason for all his actions, and maybe that's why he's terrible to everyone. A sort of test, wanting to see who cares enough to stick around. Or it could just be him knowing what he wants and being careless. Either way she's proud, knowing she was the one to turn him.

"It just takes him a bit to warm up." Daisy defends, "But I'm the lucky one that stuck around, I suppose."

Mrs. Weathers chuckles, picking up the package and nestling it in the crook of her elbow. "If you say so." She hums, adjusting her scarf and then she's heading out into the chilly air. Daisy stares at the door for a moment, thinking that Harry's actually a lot kinder than Mrs. Weathers and any other person that something bad to say about him.

~

Daisy's crouched on the lowest porch step, fingers begin to burn as she lights the last of the Jack-O-lanters her and Summer had carved yesterday. Harry had been right about the pumpkins, she grew so many that they were able to save two for soup, leave three on the steps here, and take two back to Summer's house.

Tossing the match to the side, Daisy watches the candle flicker through it's smile. She can't help but notice that this particular face has the same little bunny teeth as Harry, even if it's big smile is nothing like Harry's. Her heart sinks, eyes stinging as she pathetically imagines him. Not exactly sure how long she watches the flame dance, wishing it were Harry's eyes in front of her, she practically jumps out of skin when two hands jab her shoulders. "Boo!"

She almost falls off the porch steps as she leaps to her full height, the hands of Gemma being the one thing to steady her. "You scared me." Daisy says sheepishly, holding a hand to her racing heart.

"That was the point," Gemma teases, "it's Halloween." Her eyes look over Daisy, smiling falling. "And you're not dressed up at all."

Blushing, Daisy picks at the bow around her waist. "I was gonna be a kitten but I haven't had time to draw my nose and whiskers on. What are you?"

Gemma adjust the sleeves of the button up, tugging down the too-small sweater vest and holding her arms open. Her hip pops out sassily, "I'm Harry!" Daisy examines her again, realizing she's wearing her version of the outfit they mocked Harry about when wedding shopping. "I figured you could use a little Harry today, and I'm as close as it gets right now."

Daisy's glad she hadn't done her makeup yet, because Gemma's words send her to tears.

~

Dear Harry,

I've never been to Paris but I can't help but find comfort in the city knowing you're there. I'm sure it's not exactly what you were expecting for assignment; you've always been a front line man, but I'm grateful the universe is on my side this time.

I grew pumpkins like you suggested and your mother made the best soup for us after Halloween. I wish you could have been at the house with me. A girl came dressed up as a fighter pilot and I thought of how much you'd enjoy that. Gemma came over to hand out candy and stay the night, which was nice. The house is to big without you in it, but for some reason it made me miss you more.

While your secrets make me nervous, I respect your choice to wait to spill them. At first it drove me mad and I spent days like a tornado in the house. I've found a distraction though, one I think you'll be proud of. An old friend of you father's, Robin, has been teaching me to bake. His son's shipped out as well and we've found company in each other's presence. I don't like cooking, as you very much know, but I really enjoy baking. Maybe one day that'll be our routine. You'll come back from the war, safe and sound, and I'll bake lots of desserts for us to devour while you cook our meals. And of course your radio will be on, and maybe I'll make you dance with me. I happen to be a very good dancer when you're my partner, and no matter how much I try to fight it, you'll always be my greatest partner.

Stay safe for me Harry or I'll have no husband to bake for. With all my heart, Daisy o

~

Rain pelts against her umbrella, ice cold in the November air. It far too late for her to be out here, but at least it's a nice neighborhood. Not as nice as Harry's or Thomas', but still better than the one she grew up in. She doesn't dwell on that thought too long though, because she's still trying to figure out why she came here. Shivering, the red door stares back at her tear filled eyes, daring her to step forward and knock. She wants to, she really does. Wants to go inside, sit next to the wood burning stove she'd sat by with Harry that one time he brought her here. Maybe drink some tea. Maybe wrap a blanket around her frame and cry. It felt too empty to cry in their house. Her sobs echoed and rattled, reminding her she was alone.

Still in her pajamas, she'd thrown on one of Harry's peacoats and grabbed the umbrella from the coat closet, running through two streets worth of puddles. Her soaked socks remind her of that.

Sniffling, Daisy wipes her eyes with the cuffs of the coat, finally stepping onto the welcome mat. Inhaling shakily, she knocks before she can duck out and spend all night crying in the street. Harry would be so upset with her if he found out she was even out right now. He told her not to worry, yet here she was.

It takes minute for the door to be answered, lights flicking on upstairs, and then on the staircase, and then in the living room. Daisy wills herself to calm down, bouncing anxiously as the door swings open.

"Daisy?"

Anne has wrapped her robe around her nightgown, rollers mussed in her hair, and eyes bleary but her eyes widen when she meets Daisy's red rimmed ones. "Oh dear, come in! Get out of the rain!"

She waves her in, Daisy's umbrella dripping water on the rug as she closes it and places it in the rack. Anne shuts and locks the door behind her, immediately reaching to help Daisy out of her son's coat. "I'm sorry," Daisy mumbles, shaking off the damp fabric. Helpless, she watches Anne hang it by the door, bottom lip trembling with surpressed cries.

"What's wrong sweetheart?" Anne coos gently, reaching forward to push back her wet hair. Daisy crumbles under the affection, chest aching so bad she thinks it might crack open to reveal her longing heart to the cruel world. "Are you hurt?"

She shakes her head, finally breaking down. Her body shakes against Anne, shoulders hunching as her mother-in-law wraps her arms around Daisy. Anne shushes her, rubbing her hand in soothing circles over her back. "It's okay darling. You can talk to me."

Somehow, Daisy manages to choke out the one thought swirling through her brain. "I miss him so much." It's simple, but the words make her cry even more after finally admitting it. She didn't realize how much she enjoyed being around Harry, how much better he made her days. Being without him is like missing the broth in the soup, the flour in a loaf of bread, the roots of a plant. Nothing feels right and she hates it.

"Oh darling, I know." Anne coos, stroking her soggy hair tenderly. Daisy feels small in her arms, cradled like a girl as small as Kitty even though her feet are on the ground and not around Anne's waist. She thinks back on when she wishes she were as tiny as her sister, innocent to this kind of hurt, and she can't help but think this night was born out of that wish. Maybe the universe started a war, drafted the one boy she may one day love, just because she was being sad and petty. It's stupid, Hitler's not invading previous German land because she wished to be little again. But it does feel nice to have Anne hold her, tell her she understands. All Meredith’s ever done is tell her to grow up, act her age, learn to cook, get married, have kids. Everything she always felt like she could never do.

“He’s really irritating but I want him back.” Daisy murmurs around trembling breaths, beginning to calm down. Anne laughs, whispering an agreement before pulling back enough to see her face. She strokes her cheeks tenderly, motherly.

“Let’s her you dry clothes and a cup of tea, yeah?” Daisy nods shyly, letting Anne guide her up the stairs and into a random bedroom. She digs through the dresser, pulling out a cotton tee and striped pajama bottoms. The same pajama bottoms Harry owns multiple pairs of. “These were his favorites as a boy. Don’t fit him now but I can’t get rid of them.”

Daisy changes into them in the bathroom, recognizing the scent of Harry immediate. He still smells the same today but more manly. Maybe it's that nice cologne he wears that makes him smell older, more mature. But his teen scent is comforting too. The two of them, feeling small but together. It makes her ache a bit more, but she smiles at it. Maybe Harry's thinking about her, smirking as he fall asleep and imagining her crying. Soulmates maybe, reaching out to jab at her throbbing heart. It's a very Harry thing to do, she thinks.

And she continues to think of him when she crawls into his childhood bed, an old record player playing an album he loved as a kid, with her mug of tea on his old nightstand. Buried in his sheets, it almost feels like he's there too. That's how it should be, husband and wife, buried next to each other forever.

[intrepidmare]

JAIME x BRIENNE FIC EXCHANGE RECOMMENDATIONS

Well, I have read about half of the fics in the @jaime-brienne-fic-exchange and these are my favorites so far. Seriously, guys, if you haven't read any of these stories already, you must! It's incredible how much talent is in this fandom. 

PS: I don't know/couldn't find everyone's Tumblr, either because they have a different username than on ao3 or don't have a blog here. If you recognize someone else's or your own work that I didn't @, please let me know and I'll edit it 😊

Let me begin with the fics with a love that transcends time and death.

(The first is the story that was written for me!! Please, guys, go, read it, and give some love to the extremely talented writer that came up with it! Words fail me to explain how amazing this fic is. Go read it and then you'll thank me for the rec.)

This is where we start again by @forbiddenfantasies1    

Explicit | chapters 8/8 | 40.7k words | past life au, modern setting, canon compliant

Brienne and Jaime had never met, but when they come together to work on a new project, they realize their connection may have been generations in the making.

Or in which Jaime and Brienne meet, begin having flashbacks to their ancestors lives, and are forced to figure out where they went wrong before they can determine how to make it right.

This life and the next by atomsandfairies    

Teen and up | chapters 6/6 | 8.2k words | historical setting, modern au

“Do you ever wonder how old our souls are? How many times we have missed and met? How many times we have come together?”

The questions have turned themselves over in her again and again, as long as they’ve been together, before he’s asked, before they’d even found each other.

There is a familiarity between them that seems too old for their time together.

Angstfest addicts, these are for you. Get ready to get beaten with feels. Don't worry, despite heartbreak along the way, all ends well.

My honor in your hands by @aviss    

General | one-shot | 2.8k words | hurt/comfort, missing scene, book canon

Jaime lasts the better part of a day before the silence gets to him.

By hearts and hands made fast by anonymous  

Mature | chapters 4/? | 10.1k words | 8x04 canon divergence, secret marriage 

»But he’d held her wrist even then, thumb stroking, Marry me, he’d said, marry me and never acknowledge it if you do not wish, but marry me as I should have married you that night and every other. If I’m to die, he’d said (with her, he had not), let me die as your husband.«

A grand romantic gesture has repercussions neither Jaime nor Brienne had foreseen.

Lies in the darkness by aleighcarlisle    

Mature | one-shot | 4.4k words | angst, hurt/comfort

"Hurt me with the truth, but never comfort me with a lie."

Man With a heartbeat by @sigilbroken        

Explicit | chapters 5/5 | 25.5k words | modern au

Angst is not your cup of tea? No problem. You should try the following. Only laughter, happy feelings ahead.

This one last thing by @aliveanddrunkonsunlight

Mature | One-shot | 13.3k words | Canon compliant, Post-ADWD, bed-sharing

Most tasks needed of a knight, he has been able to adapt to with only one hand, but he struggles with striking flint in order to start a fire. It would be easier if she was here.

Jaime and Brienne journey to the Vale.

What loves you back by @bookishpower    

Teen and up | one-shot | 11k words | fairytale-ish, post-canon

A retelling, and a continuation. Jaime learns the great lesson of his life.

That Would Be Enough by forpeaches (bluecarrots)

Mature | One-shot | 2.2k words | Canon compliant, Post-ADWD

Jaime, pining.

The unwitting third wheel by @nightreaderenigma (I should've known this was you!)  

Mature | chapters 4/4 | 17.8 k words | post-ADWD, canon compliant

Whilst recovering on the Quiet Isle, Podrick develops a crush on his mentor and heroine, Lady Brienne. The only hiccup in his bubble of infatuation is their new travelling companion – Ser Jaime Lannister. Because even though M’Lady Ser and the Golden Knight argue, there seems to be a bond between them he can’t quite place…

Warm by @angel-deux-writes      

Teen and up | one-shot | 13.5k words | canon divergence

Before the battle against the dead, Jaime volunteers for a routine patrol with Brienne to try and get some time to talk with her about why she has been avoiding him since he arrived at Winterfell. When a storm catches them unexpectedly when they're still far from the castle, they find a cave to hole up in for the night.

Way enough by laihiriel

Mature | chapters 3/5 | 10.8k words | modern setting, sports au

Brienne had forgotten how much she loved being out on the water. Joining the local boathouse and sitting in a scull again after her accident was the best thing she could have done for herself.

Because of you (i took my time to come around) by Weboury 

Teen and up | chapters 4/4 | 14.7k words | Modern setting, road trip, bed-sharing

Jaime, curator at the Tully Museum, wants to spend more time with Brienne, and maybe finally work around telling her how he feels about her. When Brienne, a historian, is tasked with retrieving the legendary sword Widow’s Wail from King’s Landing, Jaime thinks it’s the perfect time to put a plan in motion, only to find himself with Brienne and his cousin Cleos on an awkward road trip across the Riverlands. And then a goat shows up.

Kaleidoscope sky by allison_wonderland      

General | one-shot | 1k | modern au, carnivals

A terrible day, an unexpected stop, and drifting closer together.

Backpfeifengesicht by @samirant        

Explicit | one-shot  | 18.8 k words | modern au, enemies to friends to lovers

Backpfeifengesicht

(German) n. a face badly in need of a fist

See pictured: Jaime Lannister.

Brienne, Jaime and the Accidental marriage by @angel-deux-writes  

Teen and up | One-shot | 10k words | modern setting, reporter au 

Best friends, co-workers, and roommates Brienne and Jaime were supposed to head to Greywater Watch to cover a local festival for the newspaper at which they both work. They were NOT supposed to get married while they were there.  

Those who seek to find by @ice-connoisseur  

Teen and up | one-shot | 22.3k words | Jumanji au

But anyway, that was how it started: Arya found the game, and Sansa rolled the dice.

When you play the game of Jumanji, you win or you die.

In better light by winterkill   

Mature | one-shot | 17.7k words | canon divergence, post-ASOS

Perhaps Cersei was right, and every ounce of sense and bravery Jaime possessed was lost with his hand. Sansa Stark is my last chance for honor. He really said that to her? Brienne latched onto the sentiment like a hunting hound to the scent of its quarry. 

Before dawn, Jaime rises from his bed, wide awake and with a sense of renewed purpose.

I’m going to go with her.

If you're looking for adventures a little outside of the law, check these out  

Codename: kingslayer by libkat 

Mature | one-shot | 2.4k words | modern au, thief au

The world's greatest jewel thief is after his biggest score when he encounters his toughest opponent, who might also be the love of his life.

The Knight and the thief By @ddagent (this is the only one I guessed the author right. I knew it was you, Kelly) 

Teen and up | one-shot | 3.6k words | Modern au, burglar au, hurt/comfort

Jaime Lannister is rich, handsome – and a jewel thief. His next target is the home of Brienne Tarth, where he might finally find something worth stealing.

Last but not least, for those who like to hang out with creatures of the night, this one is for you

Into the spider's web by @jailynnW   

Teen and up | one-shot | 4.5k words | vampire au

Jaime has been a Vampire for centuries, dancing in and out of the grasp of his hunter. Brienne is tasked with taking down the Kingslayer. A mission that brings her more than she bargained for...

Hmm, it doesn't look bad that I'm going to do shameless self-promotion now that I've recommended the work of others, right? You know what? I don't care if it does. So here it is the one I wrote 😊

Made for you by me (Mare9548 on Ao3)

Teen and up | chapters 4/4 | 9.6k words | modern setting, arranged marriage

Despite his reluctance to get married, Jaime Lannister is having dinner with his future wife tonight. Quite a surprise he gets when he meets the woman that his father has chosen for him.

I'll come back later with more recs once I've gone through the rest of the amazing stories in the collection.

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More recs

[hualianisms]

in this life and this world, she is always my person: a yuexian playlist

listen here

(track annotations under the cut)

she - dodie (lwy’s pov)

am i allowed/to look at her like that?/could it be wrong/when she's just so nice to look at? [...] oh/i'd never tell/no, i'd never say a word/and oh, it aches/but it feels oddly good to hurt [...] and she means everything to me

little death - the beths (lwy’s pov)

when you're near/my heart starts beating faster/the world starts moving slower/and I just freeze/.../I die a little death

radiant warmth - miki ratsula (lwy’s pov)

she has this mind/so simply complex/it's an ocean of beauty/her words puncture through me/i'm left in a trance [...] even the greatest works of art couldn't describe her/’cause she is a radiant warmth, a radiant warmth

war of hearts - ruelle (lwy’s pov)

i can't help but love you, even tho i try not to/i can't help but want you/i know i'd die without you/i can’t help but want oceans to part/’cause i'm overwhelmed in this war of hearts

wish that you were here - florence + the machine (lwy’s pov)

Some feelings, they can travel too/Oh there it is again, sitting on my chest/Makes it hard to catch my breath [...] To be where you are/But even closer to you, you seem so very far [...] You're always on my mind

geyser - mitski (lwy’s pov)

you’re my number one/you’re the one i want/and i’ve turned down every hand that has beckoned me to come [...] but I will be the one you need/The way I can't be without you/I will be the one you need/I just can't be without you 

come into the water - mitski (lwy's pov)

maybe i’m the same as all those men/writing songs of all they’re dreaming/but would you tell me if you want me?/'Cause I can't move until you show me/ I didn't know I had a dream/I didn't know until I saw you

oceans - seafret (lwy's pov)

I want you/and I always will [...] Feels like there's oceans/Between me and you once again

pink in the night - mitski (lwy's pov)

i glow pink in the night in my room/i’ve been blossoming alone over you/can you hear my heart breaking tonight [...] do you hear it too? it’s like a summer shower/with every drop of rain singing/“i love you i love you i love you”

光年之外 - g.e.m. (translation)  (lwy’s pov)

For you, I’ve already gone insane to the point of/(feeling like) my pulse and heartbeat are totally unimportant without you

heart - sleeping at last (lwy's pov)

I am short of breath/Standing next to you/I am out of my depth/At this altitude [...] You are beautiful/Like I've never seen [...] what if we could risk/everything we have/and just let our walls cave in?

10am gare du nord - keaton henson (lwy's pov)

please do not break my heart, my love/i am a fragile one and you are the white in my eyes/please do not break my heart, my love/i think it’s had enough pain to last the rest of my life

sarah come home - allie x (lx's pov)

I left the light on for you/Sarah won't you come home?/I'll just hold my breath/Till you hold me again/I'm talking to you/So you know you're never alone

run to you - pentatonix (lx’s pov)

But your heart drifted off Like the land split by sea I tried to go, to follow To kneel down at your feet/I'll run, I'll run, I'll run, run to you [...] How shall I win back Your heart which was mine/

this heart - mary lambert (lwy’s pov)

This heart is tired and old/This heart is charcoal and cold/This heart throws the white flag where it gets hard and numb/I give up, I give in/To the whole of your skin

you and i - pvris (both)

I know it's warmer where you are / And it's safer by your side / But right now I can't be what you want / Just give it time / And if you and I / Can make it through the night / And if you and I / Can keep our love alive, we'll fight

all this and heaven too - florence + the machine (lx's pov)

And the heart is hard to translate/It has a language of it's own [...] And I would give all this and heaven too/I would give it all if only for a moment/That I could just understand/The meaning of the word you see/'Cause I've been scrawling it forever/But it never makes sense to me at all

on your own - nick lachey (lx's pov)

if the world should ever fall apart around you/And if you're lost and barely breathing/I will find you and carry you back home/I won't forsake the only love I've ever known

nfwmb - hozier (both)

nothing fucks with my baby/nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing/if i was born as a blackthorn tree/i'd wanna be felled by you/held by you/fuel the pyre of your enemies

she keeps me warm - mary lambert (both)

My love, my love, my love, my love She keeps me warm, she keeps me warm

i’d be your wife - mary lambert (lwy’s pov)

These are my hands/These are all that I've got/I've looked around/And you're the one that I want [...] You're the song I've been singing/All of my life

all waters - perfume genius (both)

when i can take your hand/on every crowded street/with no hesitating/oh, my love/oh, my flower/hold my hand

some nameless days - imaginary future (lx’s pov)

and i felt my heart hit the ground/and i know one day, you won't be around/and I have to wait it out/some nameless days, i will remember you

afterlife - hailee steinfeld

Will you love me when my heartbeat stops? When my heartbeat stops, will you stay mine? Will you promise me you'll search for us? Will you find me afterlife? 

follow you down to the red oak tree - james vincent mcmorrow (lwy’s pov)

names get carved in the red oak tree / of the ones who stay and the ones who leave / i will wait for you there with these cindered bones / so follow me follow me down

i will follow you into the dark - daniela andrade (cover) (lx’s pov)

love of mine, someday you will die/and i’ll be close behind, i’ll follow you into the dark [...] if there’s no one beside you when your soul embarks/then i’ll follow you into the dark

[punkscowardschampions]

Ava & Buster

Ava: Are you lot en-route? Buster: 'Course Buster: But we've had one foot out the door for like half an hour, honestly Ava: Good, 'cos I have presents Buster: Yeah? Buster: Pot of gold or what, like Ava: Hardly appropriate for a two-year-old Ava: None for you, soz 💔 Buster: I'd argue it's very appropriate Buster: All the shit he needs haemorrhages cash Ava: You were warned Ava: Extensively Buster: And I ain't sorry I didn't listen Buster: They can all try and sue me Ava: Enter an arena where they aren't the experts? Ava: Doesn't sound like mum and dad Buster: No such arena exists, clearly Buster: Know it all, have done it all Ava: Your degree must be a waste of time then Buster: You'd have to ask 'em what they reckon Buster: But I'd wait til they've got a few more drinks down 'em first, get closer to the truth Ava: Ugh, shut up Ava: You know they're proud of you Buster: Yeah yeah, blah blah Buster: But are you proud of me? Real MVP and everything Ava: When you get your cap and gown Ava: Funny wig, even better Ava: I still only got stuff for the kids and Ri though Ava: I'll chase a 🌈 down ASAP Buster: You're alright Buster: Already got a girlfriend, don't you? Buster: No need to get gayer just to wind me up, Nance has got that covered Ava: Ha, don't even chat to me about annoying Buster: I won't Ava: 😏 Ava: No, you're meant to ask, idiot Ava: You're so lucky you only have a son Buster: Tell me then Buster: I want a girl next Ava: Well she's not coming back, not that I'm surprised Buster: What bullshit excuse did she go with this time? She's got too much work on, girlfriend drama or she just hates fam functions SO MUCH Ava: It was column A presented but 1000% came across as column C Ava: She can be so Buster: I know Buster: Did she try and buy you off with an NYC trip that ain't gonna happen just like the last one didn't? Ava: Twin telepathy is real, yeah? Ava: 🙄 Buster: Fuck that and her Buster: I told you before, when you actually wanna go I'll take you Buster: Then you only have to see her a bearable amount Ava: I know Ava: It'd be interesting to see how long she could hold a conversation with me but yeah Ava: won't happen so Buster: Longer than she can with me or dad, probably slightly less time than she can with mum, depending what mood they are both in Buster: That'd be my bet Buster: Chin up, the good twin is finally on his fucking way Ava: Sounds about right Ava: Good time to tell you to call her yourself later or do you want a drink before you process that? Buster: Bad time to be forced to remember that I told Rio right at the start I wouldn't drink when she couldn't Ava: Honestly, I thought this kid was PLANNED Ava: She couldn't Christmas or New Year either Buster: She was planned, just not by me Ava: 'Course, you would've factored in drinking Ava: Must be their gay agenda Buster: There's loads of shit I'd have factored in Ava: That's your upbringing talking Buster: Shut up Ava: It is though Ava: Personally, I agree its better than the more the merrier approach too Buster: You'll personally be waiting a load more years before you make me play uncle then, yeah? Buster: Good Ava: Ugh Ava: Don't be making me 🤢 just because green is the colour today Buster: Gotta Buster: Who the fuck is there to be jealous of when we're us? Ava: You couldn't go the more traditional routes, no? 🍾🥂 Ava: Seeing as I'm NOT pregnant or being a very supportive partner to someone who is Buster: Come on, who am I? Buster: And you can leave me out of your rites of passage, I've cleaned up enough sick in the name of being a supportive partner Buster: Grace'll hold your hair back for you Ava: There's no need to be old AND boring 😏 Buster: Fuck off Buster: Counting down the days til I can drink you under the table Ava: Dad lets me Buster: There's nothing dad won't let you do Buster: Got him well wrapped around your finger, like Ava: It's not my fault I'm the most lovable Ava: Do better 😋 Buster: That's the one title you can keep Buster: Got all the love I need, cheers Ava: 🤢🥰 Ava: N'awh Buster: Lyla didn't wanna come and hang with the extended fam then? Ava: Wouldn't do that to someone I liked, would I? Buster: Depends how much you like her Ava: Nah Ava: That's all a bit heavy Buster: Well yeah Buster: It would be a trial by fire Ava: Then pissed on Ava: then set on fire again Ava: I like having time away when I come here, you know Ava: Not attached at the hip Buster: I know Ava: I'll send her a hilarious postcard or something Buster: You sounded like Nance there Buster: No need to miss her at all Ava: Fuck off Buster: You're right she'd never write it Buster: Half her holiday would be over before she got the words down Ava: 😂 Ava: Rude Buster: It's fuck all I wouldn't say to her face if she ever bothered to show it Ava: Can no one in this family be nice Ava: Honestly Buster: Come on Buster: I'm nice to you Buster: You ain't even bought me a present Ava: I know, I'm very lovable Ava: Have you got me one? Buster: Yeah but you ain't having it now Ava: Yeah right Ava: I know who gets last word in your house Ava: and Rio is nice to everyone Buster: She's nicest to me and she always does what I say Buster: So you might wanna think again Ava: That's entirely too much information, thank you Ava: you owe me double as compensation Buster: You ain't having two bottles Buster: Keep the first one down and then we'll talk Ava: Challenge accepted Buster: Good Buster: Don't really wanna have to disown you before the day's out Ava: Least there's enough of 'em to fall back on should you get the urge Ava: I'll survive Buster: Keep that quiet around mum, it's still them and us with her Ava: Sounds familiar 🙄 Buster: You're bound to hear it yet again by the time she's had a few Ava: Not if I have anything to do with it Buster: Sounds like you've got a plan Ava: As planned as a party should ever be Buster: Yeah Ava: 💃🎉 Ava: Hurry up Buster: Traffic's worse than London at its finest right now Buster: Everyone on the road's either already wasted or angry they ain't Ava: Stay safe Buster: 'Course Buster: Speaking of, where you staying tonight? Ava: Tipsy childcare is better than no childcare Ava: No need to beg Buster: Shut up, I'll drive you is all I'm saying Ava: Cheers 💙 Buster: I'll cash the IOU when you're sober, like Ava: Better cash it before I cash my 2nd present then Buster: Forget it for now, it's a holiday Ava: That's what I've been saying Buster: You ain't gotta tell me, even if today I can't play as hard as I work Buster: Still not a fucking amateur Ava: Still a McKenna Buster: First and best Ava: Hardly Buster: If we're going by mum's them and us viewpoint, there's hardly any competition Buster: Just you and me, kid Ava: Well I'm just saying, Granddad is gonna be fuming Buster: Everything you learned about wrapping dad round your little finger you got from watching me with him Buster: I ain't worried Ava: Pfft Ava: My baby blues are bluer and my pout is poutier Ava: I'm the new model, boy Buster: 'Cause you need 'em to fall back on Buster: I'm just that good Buster: you're the youngest model that's all Buster: Due a spectacular fuck up about now Ava: You wish Ava: On all counts Buster: Nah, I'm rooting for you Buster: 'Course I am Ava: Mhmm Ava: Dead convincing 😏 Buster: I always am Buster: Wig or no wig Ava: So soppy, you Ava: Have title of my best big brother Buster: That's a copout but whatever Ava: And fussy Ava: Alright best sibling but that isn't much more of an achievement really Buster: Don't worry about it Buster: I know how great I am Ava: Yeah yeah, blah blah Buster: Get me the least shit sounding soft drink and I'll believe you Ava: If there's anything being tragically underage has taught me Ava: 👍 Buster: Cheers Buster: See you in 5 Ava: Bring your cute kid Buster: I taught him how to say “Sláinte” earlier so you'll be able to rate my achievements for yourself Buster: He ain't just a pretty face Ava: 🥺🥰 Ava: What a face though Buster: I can't take all the credit Buster: He takes after his mother Buster: Tell her how good she looks when we get in, yeah? I'm living a nightmare Ava: 'Course Ava: I've got a girlfriend, remember Ava: I know the drill, just amp up period level love 1000% for a pregnant bitch Buster: My wife ain't a insecure teenager Buster: But I appreciate the sentiment Buster: Just don't call her a bitch ever again Ava: I say it with love Ava: from one to another Ava: but got it, I'll remind her she's old Buster: Don't Buster: It'll be your funeral Ava: 😂 I only like winding you u Ava: p Ava: Don't need anyone crying on me Buster: Good Buster: I don't need to be breaking up any girl fights Buster: Especially when I've taught you both everything I know Ava: Even if me hitting a girl is more acceptable than you, I think everyone draws the line at a pregnant one Buster: Fine, I don't wanna pick you up off the floor once she's knocked you out and do a concussion test after someone pours a pint over you to bring you round Buster: I was trying to soften the blow of how it'll play out since I'd be powerless to stop the actual Ava: And I thought you were in the festive spirit Ava: 🙄 Ava: I'll take back this virgin cocktail, like 😏 Buster: Not without any spirits in me Buster: You'll have to take what you can get Ava: Few folk songs and you'll be well into it Buster: Voice of an angel, obviously Buster: Could've been a choir boy if not for everything else Ava: You took living vicariously a wee bit hard with the name already Buster: You'd have preferred me to name him after a silent film star, yeah? Ava: That was pure wishful thinking 🙊🤐🤫 Buster: Fucked over as my boy's been by not being named Rudolph Valentino or Roscoe Arbuckle, I reckon he'll be alright Buster: Cheers though Ava: I think Fatty murdered someone Ava: so as far as aspirations go, you're in the right direction Buster: I always am Buster: Never a misstep made, no matter what mum and dad say Ava: Alright 👼 its St Paddy's not confessional Ava: and the priest would be rare pissed off if you waltzed in and said you'd never done anything wrong 😂 Buster: He'd be a fine one to talk Ava: The drama of it all Buster: Again, I don't need to be told Buster: There's a kid here asking for you, except shouting's more the word Ava: He gets it 👏 Ava: 💃 Buster: Come out before he legs it in