#wow I've just forgotten to write this presentation for like...

[fandomfucker]

Hey, can you write about reader (who's also a wrestler) forgetting damians birthday until rhea texts her and she gets sad and panicky and runs to a near target to get him a perfect gift and ends in a soft smut

18+ Warnings: smut!!- sub!Damian, dom!reader, bondage, no protection used

AN-I've never written smut before so please forgive me for the quality of this. hope you enjoy anyways though

Word count: 1,820

Rhea: Yo, you never got back to me are you coming to Damian's birthday dinner tonight?

Y/n: TONIGHT?????

Y/n: his birthday is today?????

Rhea: Yes?

Rhea: Did you forget???

Y/n: YES😭

Y/n: FUCK

I had been so insanely focused on my matches coming up I had entirely forgotten Damian's birthday. I hadn't even gotten him a present yet!

Before the panic completely set in, I stopped and took a deep breath. It'd be fine. Everything would be fine. I just had to go find something to give him.

Running around our shared house, I got dressed and ready, snatching my keys from the hook by the door as I raced outside to my car.

I sped down the road to Target, hoping I'd be able to find exactly what I wanted. I had been thinking about what I wanted to get Damian for months but never found the time to go get it.

Hurriedly parking, crooked as fuck I might add, I rushed inside, grabbed a cart, and made my way to the men's clothing section.

Damian needed some new shorts to wear around the house after he ripped the last ones messing around and trying to do the splits.

I finally found a couple of pairs that I thought he would like in his size before going to the home section.

Grabbing a cute little basket I found, I then ran around for the next 45 minutes getting his favorite candies and snacks, two books he's been wanting to read lately, and some other various little things I found that I thought he would like.

Trying to make my way back to the registers quicker, I took a detour through the toy section and stopped dead in my tracks when I saw the WWE section.

Front and center on one of the shelves was a Damian Priest action figure.

Grinning wickedly, I picked it up, put it in my cart, and went on my way to checkout.

Back at the house, I ran around cleaning up and setting up Damian's birthday surprise, trying to get everything done and ready for him before he got home.

Two hours later there was a cake on the counter, balloons and streamers everywhere, and presents filled the space in front of the mantle.

Halfway through making a special birthday lunch for Damian, I heard the front door open.

"(Y/n)?" Damian yelled through the house to locate me.

"Kitchen!"

I felt arms wrap around my waist from behind as I continued to make Damian's favorite meal.

"Smells good babe." His deep voice grasped in my ear as he kissed my neck. I could feel his chest rising and falling against my back as he took a deep breath.

I just hummed in response and moved my head to the side to allow him more access.

"Go ahead and take a shower, birthday boy. Lunch will be ready soon," I told him.

He squeezed my waist in response before kissing my cheek and walking away to our bathroom upstairs.

Adding the last finishing touches to our special meal, I set the table with all the silverware we'd need along with a fresh bouquet and a few candles for ambiance. I put all the food on the table just as Damian walked down the stairs.

All he had on was a Judgment Day T-shirt and some grey sweatpants which made me swallow thickly as I avoided eye contact and invited him to sit down.

He stared at the table and its contents in awe. "Wow, (Y/n). This...this is amazing. You really didn't have to do any of this. Thank you."

He held my hands in his much larger ones, making sure to hold my gaze so I'd know just how sincere he was being.

I stood up on my tiptoes and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips before pulling away. "Alright, alright. Let's eat before it all gets cold."

Settling down to eat our lunch we chatted idly as we ate. Towards the end of lunch, I was engrossed in telling him a story of something that happened at work when I stopped mid-sentence.

I felt something moving up my leg that shouldn't have been there. Damian just raised an eyebrow at me, questioning me without words.

I just shook it off and continued telling my story before abruptly pausing again when I felt the thing move to my inner thigh.

Looking at Damian I caught a quick snippet of him smirking at me. It was his foot. His foot was going up the inside of my thigh.

"Damian," I spoke in a low warning.

"What?" He questioned with a look of innocence.

"Don't start something you can't finish, now," I told him.

He just grinned cheekily at me in response, "Oh, I'm sure I can finish."

I raised an eyebrow in mock skepticism. I stood up and walked around the table to Damian's side. I held out my hand, waiting for him to give me his own.

Once he placed his hand in mine I gently pulled making him stand up. Then I turned around, dragging his hand behind me as I took us to our bedroom.

I closed the door behind us before gently pushing Damian to lie down on the bed.

Climbing over him, I straddled his stomach as his hands met my hips. I leaned down and began to kiss his neck, leaving my mark as he closed his eyes in ecstasy.

Settling my full weight on his stomach I felt his body rise and fall beneath me with his rapid breaths. I continued to kiss his neck, slowly descending down his neck, leaving hickeys all the way.

Reaching the collar of his shirt I made my way back up his neck and kissed along his jaw.

Moving back a little bit to straddle his hips, I grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and began to pull it up and over his head.

I slipped off my own shirt, my lacey black bra showing off my breasts.

Damian's eyes widened as he groaned.

Grinning, I slipped off of him and walked over to the bottom drawer of our dresser. We used this drawer for our toys. Picking the handcuffs out of it, I returned to Damian.

I slowly stripped off every last piece of clothing as he watched, playing with my breasts as I watched him watch me.

I was soaked through my panties.

Now fully naked, I situated myself back on Damian's lower stomach, grinding slightly to let him feel just how wet he made me.

He groaned again, tightening his grip on my waist.

I grabbed both hands and drew them up and over his head, joking them at the wrist as I clicked the handcuffs into place. We had a rope always tied between the bedposts for this exact occasion so I went ahead and fastened his handcuffed wrists to the headboard, keeping his arms above his head.

"God, Y/n, come on." Damian pleaded.

I raised an eyebrow at him, "I suppose. But only because it's your birthday. However," I paused, letting the words thicken. "You'll have to beg first."

"Por favor, mami. Todo lo que tu digas," (Please, mommy. Anything you say,) he begged, still breathing heavily which only made his deep voice even more heavenly.

"Buen chico," (Good boy) I replied smiling.

I swung my left leg over his body so I was now next to him on the bed instead of on top. Carefully I pulled his pants and boxers down, him maneuvering his legs and hips to help me. His hard cock sprang free already leaking pre-cum.

I took his thick length in my hand, pumping it a few times before climbing back on top of Damian. "You ready, love?"

He nodded quickly, waiting for me to seat myself upon him.

With both knees on either side of Damian's hips, I grabbed his cock and lined it up with my entrance. Slowly, I spread my knees further apart as I sank down onto him until I reached the base.

I started bouncing on his dick making him moan with pleasure which only increased my pace. I put my hands on his muscular chest to steady myself as I fucked myself with him. I threw my head back in pleasure as Damian began to thrust up into me, meeting me pace for pace.

I scratched at Damian's chest as the familiar bundle of heat grew in my abdomen. Looking at Damian, I could tell that he was close too. 

"Come on Damian, harder." I urged Damian, which resulted in him slamming his hips up into me over and over again as I met every push-up with another push-down increasing the pressure.

I massage my clit with one hand, continuing to use the other to steady myself.

Seeing just how close to the edge Damian was, I moved my steadying hand up further on his body to play with his nipples. He closed his eyes and moaned loudly at the feeling. "Y/n!" He screamed my name as he came inside of me.

Hearing his deep voice scream-moan my name was just enough to push me over the edge. I came all over his cock, our liquids mixing together inside of me and spilling out onto his stomach and around the bed.

Slowly sitting myself up off of Damian, his now soft cock bounced out of me, spilling even more liquid between us.

Quickly releasing Damian from his constraints I flopped onto his body, ready to sleep until his birthday dinner with the Judgment Day later tonight.

We both lay there, me on top of him with my head on his sweaty chest while his arms were wrapped around my waist. We were both breathing heavily, tired from our excessive workout. 

"Happy birthday, mi amor. Te amo." (my love. I love you.) I breathed between gasps of air. I gave his chest a small kiss causing him to laugh before closing my eyes to take a quick nap before we had to get ready. 

He kissed the top of my head in response, "Good night, mami."

Small Bonus Scene:

"Alright, I saved the best one for you to open last. Go ahead." I informed Damian as I handed him a neatly wrapped package.

He looked at me suspiciously before ripping the paper open. Shocked at what he saw he let out a boisterous laugh that echoed around the room.

"What is it?" Rhea asked him curiously, moving her head around to get a look at what Damian held in his hands.

Ripping off the rest of the wrapping paper, Damian turned the present around for everyone else to see what it was as he giggled to himself.

It was the action figure of himself I'd gotten.

Just seeing the toy was enough to send everyone else in the room into their own fit of giggles. A loud boom sounded as Dominik fell out of his chair he laughed so hard, which just made the rest of us laugh even harder.

"Thank you, babe. I love it. I'll make sure he's at every show with me from now on." Damian addressed me. He tried to be serious but immediately broke out in giggles again as he spoke. 

Maybe forgetting his birthday wasn't so bad after all.

[punsmaster69]

3/DEC/20XX

"I've always said that filling a glass to the brim is the most efficient method..."

flowey turned to me with the most shit-eating grin i think i've seen from him yet.

"But wow. I mean, really, 𝘞𝘖𝘞.

You reeaally took that to heart."

"soul, technically."

"Whatever. Point is, you've messed yourself up baadd."

"You can barely 𝘀𝗲𝗲!"

"noticed that. not why we're here though, petals."

"I- PETALS?!"

"Do NOT call me that!"

i considered saying something like, "ok, whatever you say, petals." but didn't.

flowey's not gonna actually help me if i piss him off too bad.

well.

helping is what i 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 him to do...

instead he's taken the opportunity to get out all the snide remarks he's got about my whole overflow thing going on.

pretty sure he's been biting these back real hard while the others were around.

——

he's still going.

what a butthead.

hm.

know he likes...

dinosaurs.

dragons.

video games.

'specially that one character. a dino of some kind.

the color green.

drawing. (with frisk, usually.)

puzzles.

candy. loves candy.

loves anything sweet, really.

ok. any of those sound like gift ideas?

whatever. guess i'll figure it out later.

...

wow, he's still talking.

"......."

nevermind, he stopped.

"Why do you keep looking at me, then at the page?"

"Are you really writing ALL of this down?"

"nah."

"What ARE you writing, then?"

"just random thoughts."

"Ew. Nevermind. I don't wanna hear about whatever goes on in that probably-hollow skull of yours."

"k."

"got any ideas for frisk's, yet?"

flowey's face tells me he's forgotten that's why he was here to begin with.

"........."

and his silence tells me that he really doesn't have any.

"...ok."

"let's come back to this."

"got ideas for tori?"

"NO."

"what? can't get her gifts now?"

"You're gonna be all gross about it!"

"gross?"

"Romatical!"

"...romantic..al?"

"That's the word."

"romantic?"

"no 'a', no 'l'."

"You get what I mean!"

"not gonna be, 'romantical' about it."

"pure-intentioned holiday gifts."

"𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘺?"

"not sure what to call it anymore."

"Obviously-"

"Obviously..."

his face shifted as he thought about it.

"...Christmas."

"or gyftmas?"

"Have you just been calling it 'holiday' this whole time?"

"been switching between the three."

"so, no ideas?"

"........."

"ok. welp. since you've apparently only agreed to come here so you could berate me.."

"i'm kicking you out."

"....."

"Fine! Good! I don't wanna be in your terrible room anymore."

so i carried him to papyrus' room.

paps looked up from his book.

"HELLO SANS! AND HELLO, FLOWERY."

"Howdy."

with having set flowey on the end of paps' bed, that kid's decidedly no longer my problem.

"bug him for a while. i'm outta here."

"WHERE ARE YOU GOING?"

"back to bed."

"What??"

"gonna write the rest of the journal first, but yep."

"What time is it?"

"IT'S ABOUT NINE, I BELIEVE."

"...I spent three hours talking to YOU?!"

"OH! I SUPPOSE YOU SHOULD BE GETTING HOME, FLOWERY."

he closed his book and hopped up.

"AWAY WE GO!"

flowey was being carried out the door before he could even start to say anything about it.

——

still blank on the present-idea front, but there's plenty of december left to think it over.

maybe i'll ask tori about frisk's.

[demonsfate]

I've already went over why TK8's story didn't work for Jin, despite the fact it was clearly meant to "fix" him. But since I am in a ranty / analytical mood today, I will go over it to add to the other post lol.

Jin's characterization is actually pretty damn good in TK8. It's the first time, since TK5, that Jin felt like the Jin I love. However... the characterization is where the good ends. The story still messes him up tremendously, if not WORSE... which? How tf can they even ACHIEVE making a bigger mess of the current mess? Especially with proper characterization?

It's what I've been saying since the start of this blog, they should've just retconned it. Like, it's even easier than most would think to retcon it. But they didn't. Dunno why, but they didn't. And it'd be one thing if they didn't retcon it and just had Jin say "I gotta redeem myself!" once, but... the problem is, they keep DOUBLING DOWN on TK6's story. They persistently remind the player about it... except only reminding the player about it on a surface level. Like if you didn't play TK6, or you've forgotten a lot about it - TK8 will literally just make you believe Jin killed all these people for no actual reason other than he was once a Bad Guy kinda like Kazuya. Who, btw, are both irredeemable in this context.

Every time TK6 is brought up in TK8, it's either to tell Jin that he's killed COUNTLESS people and only for Jin to essentially say "shut up!" or "but I'm learning to move on..." as responses. It... uh... doesn't put our main hero in a very good light when he can't even defend himself for these actions. And whenever Jin thinks back to it, he's like "wow I was bad but now I must atone myself!" again, NOTHING actually tells you what he did in TK6 beyond the war, and WHY he did it... you just have no clue about this character's motivations and why he's suddenly good again. And honestly? If you're a longtime player, you're probably still confused about it!

To this day, most people still believe Jin started the war to purely get rid of the devil gene. That is a very incorrect misconception. Getting rid of the devil gene was merely a bonus for Jin. Jin's main goal was to save the world from Azazel, since Azazel suddenly came to him and said "yup I'm destroying the world someday". Then there were just two other goals Jin figured he could do along this main one. The second one being that he theorized there's a possibility that killing Azazel would get rid of the devil gene, considering that Azazel's the origins. (Very flawed logic when you think about it but that's TK6 writing for you). The third reason was that uhhh... he thought he could end corrupt governments????? That was thrown in at the end of TK6, likely something to force his goals to seem Slightly Better.

If TK8 really wanted to present Jin in a better light, they could've... REMINDED US IN THE STORY OF THE GOOD REASONS WHY JIN STARTED THE WAR?? That, according to TK6's writing, it's something he HAD to do, had no other choice?? Or at the very least, they could've mentioned his goals to topple corrupt governments was a success??? But no.

And that's another problem. All of Jin's reasons for stopping the war had failed. Killing Azazel: Failed (at least during the war, he supposedly successfully did it when fighting Kazuya) Destroying the devil gene: Failed. Overthrowing corrupt governments: ????

So that fact that Jin failed every reason he started the war over, it makes him feel very incompetent, and also makes the war feel completely pointless in the first place. That all those people died for no reason at all.

The Tek wiki even does a better job at this by mentioning that Devil did indeed have an influence over Jin.

Which again, also would've helped if Jin wasn't in his right mind. So say, why didn't they.... oh right.

Because the Devil Gene is now no longer a "bad" or "good" thing. It all depends on what the host uses it for, and how they accept it. Devil [Jin] was never bad. In fact, he was only trying to protect Jin the entire time. 🙄 Which means Devil couldn't have influenced Jin to do something Fucked Up lmao. Jin was the idiot boy for not listening to and giving into his devil! Sure, at first glance, this seems sappy and a decent "accept yourself!" story, but it also falls apart when you remember the previous stories. Again, if the devil gene was never that bad to begin with - then it also makes a part of Jin's war pointless (even if, as I said, that wasn't actually a priority of his).

It also goes back to what I was saying about why fans dislike Jin. One of the reasons is because they believe he's "whiny". Which I always disagreed with that. Jin had every reason to hate the devil gene and most of his family. Except... oh wait, these changes do make Jin's haters' take valid. Because if the devil gene really could've been a beneficial factor for Jin, then Jin really was loathing himself, ready to kill himself, hiding from his friends & family... for absolutely nothing. The devil gene wasn't a problem and Jin was absolutely crying over nothing. Again, this makes him feel like a protagonist that just constantly fucks up. And not even an intriguing line of mistakes, but just frustrating. It makes Jin out to be a very bad protagonist, and an even worse "hero" for our story.

So uh... yeah! Even if on surface, TK8 looks like it portrayed Jin well... once you start looking at it critically, really looking into all the changes and choices, you realize it actually made things worse for Jin. Which is just absolutely wild how they managed to pull that off...

[sybilius]

20 Questions for Writers

tagged by: @grand-magnificent thank you so much!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

108! Wow!

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

1,047,840 words! I've been writing a while :)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

My main right now is pro wrestling, currently NJPW with some AEW :) . I've got a lot of different ones on there, but The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly is still top with 33 fics

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

burn this city, my first fic, lawlight for Death Note. Nothing special tbh.

ghost in the machine, my first longfic and third fic, also lawlight for Death Note and also nothing special.

acute gifts, which was a Beth Harmon / Benny Watts knifekink fic. I got in the Queen's Gambit tag very early and so it rose to the top. It's not too bad, not in my top 10 of my own fics but definitely quite charming.

sword and the pen, my second fic, lawlight for death note, nothing special.

Oesterle's Derealization Claim, a Disco Elysium Mathematicians AU. Cherished fic and I am so glad and proud it climbed the ranks to be top 5 :)

5. Do you respond to comments?

Always! I love responding to comments, it's not always right away but I do get there.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Intentionally? flowers grown in forgotten lungs, probably. Like in a lot of ways, that fic is about L giving up, knowing he's going to die, and saying "fuck that, I'll burn all my ideals and drag as many people as I can down with me". I think other fics that I've written have hit people harder, especially the ones that I intended to make a happier followup and lost energy for it. But that one was meant to be absolutely gutting.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I'm going to go with the most recent one I'm proud of and say blueprint drift, which I'm sure is more melancholy than some other ones but idk, I love the story that's there, I love to see Takeover lowkey husbanding.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not generally, I can't remember if there was anything too egregious? I've gotten a few passive-aggressive "why won't you finish this" pleas but I tend to shut that kind of behaviour right down.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Hell yeah, though less than I used to. I really like writing new and weird scenarios and I've done a LOT at this point. Some of my top 3 weird ones were "skeleton threesome" "the cask of amontillado but it's kink" "spider/bat porn"

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

A few! My craziest is probably Blair Witch Project x The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly: The Grey Desert Mythos. Still very proud of that fic!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not as far as I know!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No! I have had a fic chapter podficced though, which was a transcendent experience: Static Contact [podfic]

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

SO many. SO many. That's probably why my word count is so high hehe

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

HMMM. In practice my favourite is whatever I'm obsessed with at the moment, in which case Jaykada (Jay White / Kazuchika Okada, NJPW). By the numbers? Blondeyes (Angel Eyes / Blondie, The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly)

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I'm pretty good about letting go of things I don't think I'll finish, so there's nothing I'm holding out desire for at this point. I have a longfic cooking but at present I do think I'll get it together for it.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue, strong POV, thematic intensity. People say my settings are very evocative/atmospheric, which is flattering since I worked pretty hard on those.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Humor. I always feel so awkward with clown characters. I don't really do plotty works in the conventional sense, but I don't think that's a weakness, more of just an intention.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

So funny, I'm working on a fic with that right now! I would say the my practice is to write the dialogue however the POV character is able to understand it, and however they parse it. In my mind if you speak the language or know a solid translator, it's all right to actually "quote the dialogue" in its characters for the reader who can speak the language. If you don't, probably best not to use machine translation and only stick to vetted phrases if you can.

For the fic I'm writing right now, it's a lot of fun because the Okada/Jay series spans different stages of understanding they have of each other's language. In the young lion era fic, Jay barely speaks any Japanese, and Okada has patchy English but he's sort of limping along. In the current WIP, Jay's Japanese is better, but not perfect, and similarly with Okada's English. So they sort of speak to each other semi-fluidly and the gaps in understanding are written in the text. So it's fun to think about how in the later fic, Jay speaks fluent Japanese and exclusively talks to Okada in Japanese to keep his language skills sharp.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

In another life, Batman. Specifically I was inspired by The Dark Knight but I based a lot of my work on the comics.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

My favourite fic is always my most recent, which was Shadow Gimmick (a FinJay Fic!). Barring that, the Grey Desert Mythos :)

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tagging: @girlfriendsofthegalaxy, @jaimehwatson, @blizzardsuplex, @nagdabbit, @elphantasmo and if you wanna do it go for it!

[angelasscribbles]

A little bird told me that's it your birthday, so...

Can't believe it's been another year!! Where the heck does the time go...?

I know you have not been focusing on TRR as much recently, but I wanted to celebrate by putting together a bit of a collage of the amazing stories and relationships you've built over the past 3 (...4?) years on Tumblr!

So, sit back and enjoy!

I know these are your normal ships, but I couldnt resist adding in some BR Riley x Leo as well 😆

And... last but not least, some incorrect quotes to top it all off! Hopefully I've managed to find some new ones you haven't seen before!

Just Riley

Riley: I love saying 'fuck me' because it can either be sexual or self-loathing and those are two things that describe me perfectly.

Riley: To everyone who has treated me poorly; I am sexier than you.

Riley: If we were in prison you guys would be like my bitches.

Riley x Liam

Liam: *banging a pen on the table out of frustration* Riley: Stop that. How would YOU feel if I banged you on the table? Liam: I— I don’t know the correct answer to that question.

Riley: I know every song to ever exist it doesn't matter if it's from the past, present or the future. Liam: Oh yeah? Then continue this. Liam: I don't cook I don't clean- Riley: So let me tell you how I got this ring. Riley & Liam: ..... Riley & Liam: GOBBLE ME, SWALLOW ME-

Riley x Drake

Riley: Hey, wanna take a shower with me? Drake: I have a gun in that nightstand beside the bed. If I ever say no to that question, I want you to take it out and shot me because I’ve obviously gone crazy.

Riley: What’s your body count? Drake: Do you mean sex or murder?

Riley x Max

Riley: You look good in that hoodie. Maxwell: You know where else I'd look good? Riley, zero hesitation: My bed. Maxwell, at the same time: By your side- wait, what?

Maxwell: Heh, Riley sneezes like a girl. Riley: How about I pound you like boy? Riley: That didn’t come out right.

Riley x Rashad

Riley: I committed all 7 deadly sins in 30 minutes. Rashad: Wow, I've gotta hear this. Riley: I was angry and envious of my neighbor so I lazily seduced his wife and ate all his groceries and didn't share. Rashad: You forgot pride. Riley: No, I'm pretty proud of this.

Rashad, barging in: Syphilis! Riley: Rashad: Riley: Pardon?

Riley x Leo

Leo: There are 20 letters in the alphabet, right? Riley: Nope, there's 26. Leo: Ah, I must have forgotten U, R, A, Q, T. Riley: Aww, that's cute, but you're still missing one. Leo: You'll get the D later ;).

Riley: Know why I called you in here? Leo: Because I accidentally sent you a dick pic. Riley: *Stops pouring two glasses of wine.* Accidentally?

OH, my gosh!! Those images are fantastic! (Also, funny story, a Leo x Riley x Drake idea has been percolating in my head.....)

The quotes were all good, espeically the "Do you mean sex or murder?" (So spot on for BR Drake!)

But this....

Maxwell: Heh, Riley sneezes like a girl. Riley: How about I pound you like boy? Riley: That didn’t come out right.

made me snort laugh!

I think it came out just right! (still want to write a Riley x Max pegging scene....)

Thank you so much for this! Seriously, day made!!

[gachagon]

Oh wow! It's cool that you're doing drabbles. Good luck! As for my request: could I ask for an Isagi/Bachira fanfic with one of them proposing to the other after winning the World Cup? I think it would be really cute

This idea at first seemed really hard for me since I've never written proposal fics before, but the more I thought about it the more ideas I had. And soon I had way more words then planned on the document lol. This was very fun to write, and I had a lot of back and forth over who I thought would propose first. I originally was going to have Bachira propose because I thought it would be cute, but I realistically think Isagi would ask the question first now. Now the only question I have is who's last name would they pick?

anyways pls enjoy this fic! 2k words just for you lol

Words: 2k

Pairing: BachiSagi

Isagi Yoichi has won the World Cup on japanese soil, though the one thing on his mind during the after party is to see other half and talk with him. He scans the bar for Bachira, until he gets a short message from him, saying he has a surprise for him. Unbeknownst to Bachira, Isagi has his own present to give, one that he has been hiding for many years since they've known each other.

Isagi’s blood was on fire. He couldn’t quite get a grasp on what he just did, though he was vaguely aware that he had scored at least. The game felt so long, and yet so short at the same time. Before he knew it, he was being lifted up high on the shoulders of his teammates. They were congratulating him, ruffling his hair, practically throwing him around in their excitement. Yet now that he was so high up off the ground, his eyes scanned the crowd of people in the stadium. They roved in search of one specific person until he saw a familiar gold gaze locked onto him, an ecstatic expression on Bachira’s face. 

It was then that everything came into clarity, all at once the roaring of the stadium, the announcer’s booming voices over the intercom, his teammates' praises of him. And with the noise came the sudden realization of what had actually just happened. 

Holy shit, we won…A grin spread across his face then and he joined in on the shouting. Isagi had played countless games before, had spent years in the Blue Lock program, and when he finally graduated and was picked to play in the Japanese National Team like he always dreamed, he had set his sights on witnessing this moment first hand. And at the age of 21, he had finally managed to do it. He had won the World Cup for Japan. And on Japanese soil, no doubt. 

………………………………………………………………………………………………….

Drink’s practically crowded the table at the bar, in fact Isagi was certain that nobody had even ordered food. His team was so excited to start celebrating that they had carried him all the way there, or dragged him along by his arm to start the party.  

“Isagi, get over here, you gotta try this!” Raichi and a few of the others had seemingly ordered a large cacophony of drinks that Isagi couldn’t even begin to name. 

He shook his head, “No, no…Thanks, but I think I’ll stick to regular sake instead…” It was the only thing he was really used to and he didn’t want to be totally wasted on the night of his big win. 

“You guys are pigs, you know that…Just cause he won doesn’t mean you can trash the place…” Chigiri’s annoyed tone spoke from behind. He had a disgusted look on his face as he eyed the crowded tables full of forgotten drinks. 

“Ah, let ‘em be. This is a big day for everyone, they’re gonna drink themselves to sleep tonight.” Kunigami said with a lazy smile. 

“Don’t encourage them, Rensuke…” Chigiri sighed. 

“If they make too much of a mess, I’ll clean it up. I just hope the staff don’t get sick of us…” Kunigami eyed the poor bar attendants who had been busy making drinks for just about everyone in the team and their friends who had tagged along. It would be a busy night for all of them, certainly. 

Isagi also looked around, as he noticed that there was someone who had yet to show up to the party. 

“Hey…where’s Bachira?” Isagi asked. In truth, he had been looking for Bachira all night since they had corralled him into this bar, but he hadn’t seen him anywhere. For some reason, he was suspiciously absent from the party. Isagi felt a small pit form in his stomach, a sense of disappointment he wasn’t used to when it came to Bachira. 

“I texted him a while ago, but I don’t know if he ever responded.” Chigiri said.  

Isagi’s phone buzzed in his pocket, and he immediately took it out. 

Monster: Hey! Come outside! On the balcony! 

Monster: I have a present! 

Isagi’s head shot up and he looked to where the bar’s balcony was. Outside, Bachira waved at him from the window with a smile on his face. “I’m going to the balcony. See you guys later! Oh, and please don’t put any more on my tab…I don’t think my wallet can take it anymore…” He quickly left the others to party without him, and slipped outside into the cool night air. 

Bachira grabbed Isagi’s arm and dragged him out of sight of the big balcony window. “Ah, hey Bachira, where are we going?” Isagi asked. He hadn’t even gotten a chance to say hi to him, or hug him. 

“No time for questions, just keep moving! It’ll be totally worth it, I promise!” Bachira said as he continued to pull Isagi along. He followed close behind, smiling. 

Soon, Isagi found himself in a pretty familiar place. The lampposts and signs were a dead giveaway, but once they stood in front of the fenced in soccer field Isagi was certain of where they were. 

“Is this…Ichinan’s old field?” It looked a bit different after all those years, but the more he looked around, the more he was certain of it. 

“Yeah, but that’s not the surprise.” Bachira said. He turned Isagi around fully, and then pointed up. “That is.” 

Isagi was left speechless. Normally, the Ichinan field would sit directly behind his old school and he remembered how he would always have to rush to practice from one side of the building, to the other. Yet what greeted him now on the side of the building was a mural that was not there before, one that showed him in his jersey and a ball beneath his feet in the middle of play. It covered the entire side of the building, and was unmistakably a portrait of Isagi playing on the field. 

“I…This is…” He didn’t know what to really say. “This wasn’t done…today? Was it?” It couldn’t have been, such work would take a month at least. Bachira scoffed.

“Of course not. We started working on it a while back when you were in France.” Bachira answered. “We had to work quickly too! We wanted it to be done in time for the World Cup, you know, as a present for when you won.” 

Isagi choked out a laugh, as he felt tears brim his eyelashes. “And what if I had lost, huh?” 

“Eh, we’d come up with some reason. And making it to the World Cup is still a huge deal!” Bachira nudged him. 

“Who’s this ‘we’ you keep mentioning…?” Isagi couldn’t imagine Bachira painting it all by himself, though it wouldn’t have surprised him if Bachira tried anyways. He’s amazing like that…Isagi thought as he glanced at Bachira. 

“Me and Mom, obviously. She was really happy to do this, when I brought it up to her. This is her biggest mural yet, you know.” Bachira sighed. “I’m not that good at art, but I learn quick. See, I did the grass there beneath your feet!” 

“Oh really? What else did you paint…” Isagi and Bachira walked up to the mural, and the two spent a while as they went over all the small details. Bachira and Yu, his mother, had split most of the work pretty evenly. Bachira got to paint the grass, and the ball, and his mother spent time painting Isagi’s jersey and his cleats. 

Bachira was really proud to have done Isagi’s face. “Wow, it looks just like me.” Isagi said in a wondrous tone. 

“My mom kept having trouble with it, because she kind of hasn’t seen you in a while…” Bachira chuckled. “Great thing I’ve got such an amazing memory, huh? I couldn’t forget your face if I tried.” 

Isagi laughed alongside him, as he stared up at the mural. His gaze landed on Bachira’s again and they looked into each other's eyes for a moment. “This is incredible, Meguru.” Isagi said with a soft smile. “You’re incredible.” 

Bachira looked away just then, as he blushed in that familiar way that Isagi loved. “Geez, this is supposed to be a gift for you, you know…” Bachira said. 

Isagi laughed, “Yeah I know. Thank you…” Isagi felt an indescribable warmth fill his heart the more he continued to look into Bachira’s amber eyes, and soon he leaned towards Bachira and pressed his lips against his. They had shared many kisses before, in secret mostly so that there could be no scandal involving rivals on different teams. Though this kiss was sweeter somehow, and was different from the casual affection they had grown to show one another over the course of their relationship. 

Isagi placed his forehead against Bachira’s with a content smile on his face. “I love you.” Isagi had also said this many times before, but it also sounded sweeter than normally. 

Bachira threw his arms around Isagi’s neck in a tight hug, “I love you, too! I’m glad you liked your present, at least…for some reason I felt really nervous when we were planning it, but eventually I got the hang of it as you can see!” 

“Meguru.” 

“And let me tell you, learning to paint in like a month is no easy task, even for me. My mom had quite the work cut out for her when she handed me those brushes, but it all turned out perfectly in the end!” Bachira rambled on. 

“Meguru…” Isagi said again with a chuckle. He always does this when he’s happy…

“I’m thinking maybe I could even paint more murals in the future, of course when I’m on break. I can’t give up my soccer career to be an artist that’d just be ridiculous-” 

“Will you marry me, Bachira Meguru?” Isagi could perfectly see the moment when Bachira’s brain caught up to what he heard. His eyes widened as he looked at Isagi, who had that same content smile on his face. 

“What…?” 

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you. If you’ll have me, anyways.” Isagi shrugged as if it was the most normal response to anything. As if he hadn’t asked Bachira something absolutely insane. 

Bachira seemed to short circuit for a moment, before he began to speak again. “I…But we’ve only been dating for 3 years now!” He exclaimed. Isagi’s head tilted to the side, “Oh? Really? It seemed so much longer to me.” he said. “Besides, I’ve loved you for more than 3 years. You know that, right?” Isagi could recall exactly the moment he had fallen in love with Bachira Meguru. It hadn’t happened 3 paltry years ago, or even 5. He hadn’t even noticed he’d fallen for Bachira until he was ripped away from him during the Second Selection, all those years ago when they were all so new to Blue Lock. 

Bachira searched Isagi’s eyes, “But what about soccer! You’re going to give up playing or what? We can’t married so soon-” 

“That’s fine. I can wait.” Isagi said. “I’ll wait for as long as I have to. Even if it means waiting for you to win your own World Cup!” He laughed at Bachira’s shocked face. Bachira babbled as if trying to find some other excuse for why this couldn’t possibly happen. “We’ve spent so long trying to catch up to each other…I guess waiting isn’t normal for us, huh?” Isagi commented, and this finally made Bachira break out of his haze. 

“You would wait for me…? Really?” Bachira’s voice was so small then, tinged with a vulnerability that Isagi hadn’t heard before. 

“As long as it takes.” He answered. 

Bachira smiled, as tears beaded along his eyes. “Then yes, Yoichi. I will marry you! Maybe not…right now, though. In a year or two, perhaps. Or when I win my own World Cup…” 

Isagi smiled wider and kissed Bachira again, though he couldn’t fight off the pure joy that radiated throughout him in that moment. It was a fire that was hotter than the one he felt when he had one earlier that afternoon. Did I really win the World Cup just a few hours ago…? It felt like it had already happened a lifetime ago. 

The longer he pressed his lips to Bachira’s, the more he couldn’t believe today happened. In his eyes, he had achieved the impossible twice in an evening. 

[transbipolarbaddie]

im feeling so paranoid right now. my roommate just left the apt and a few minutes later the door buzzed and i thought maybe my roomie forgot something so i went to the buzzer and asked “who is it” because i wanted to be able to let them in if they needed. “delivery” he said, i buzzed him in but i was quickly anxious about how easy it would have been for that man to have lied and held ulterior motives. especially considering the amount of times i've forgotten my keys and and buzzed every apartment in the building until someone let me in, my excuse being “Amazon” as to not provoke suspicion and as not to have to speak more words than i can because amazon delivers to my apartment building multiple times a day, it's just easier. but now i’m thinking, ‘anyone could just say “delivery”’

i’m paranoid because:

1. the present moment seems odd and im suspicious of my surroundings

2. im worried someone is stalking me and wants to break in and rape me because:

a. i am transgender

b. my computer realistically could have been hacked quite easily, my techy roommate told me there were warning signs but i shut them down and didn’t listen

c. i frequently leave my curtains open and there is a likely easily accessible balcony adjacent on my room with huge windowed glass door

d. liberally use grindr and seeking arrangements without much anticipation of potential safety issues and there are creeps who message me relentlessly

3. it feels like a halo was shoved into my skull or that a weighted rubber band is strapped around my forehead, squeezing the thoughts out of the top of my brain like a bottle of ketchup

4. i can’t stop the constant intrusive thoughts of myself being harmed by someone who would want to break in

probably more things but, after experiencing these thoughts i knew i needed to calm down. so i grab my juul and creep to the shower still stimulated and on guard, in fight or flight. i make my way to the shower which is usually a cure-all but in this case just made be afraid to be as idiotic as the first murder victim in that one alfred hitchcock move u know with the shower? and the bates motel wow i know this but it's impossible to recall the title of this movie in my current headspace. it's making my brain glitch so i have to move on. so i lay down in the shower subtly waterboarding myself because it's relaxing (that's dramatic really i just lay under the spray bouncing up from when the water hits the bottom of the tub with my mouth open because the feeling is calming for some reason). anyways that didn't work.

my thoughts still racing, i rush to my bedroom, close my blinds, check outside the door one last time, and take 2 seroquels and get in bed and then write this. even now as im coming down i have the thought “but what if he’s waiting until i fall asleep”

i've decided to sleep with my taser in my hand. i cant find my taser so i grab the first knife i see because i need to check outside the door and the peephole is noisy for some reason and the door is paper thin so i have to be prepared if someone is hiding right outside because ive seen way too many horror movies im not gonna be a fucking idiot. all clear. i look down and in my hands is a serrated knife. “lmao,” i think as if it would’ve been very helpful if i had needed to stab someone, but i knew the rage within me would’ve been enough to get the job done.

whenever people ask me what i do in my free time, i feel like i should send them this.

[ginnyluna]

Damn, making a poll was kinda genius, but at the same time evil because now i cannot pick more than one... IF I COULD vote for more than one, i would have picked 1, 2, 5, 7-8-9 and 12!

And for some thoughts (because OF COURSE i have some of those)...

#2- Leo dealing with the aftermaths of dying is such a great idea, and a great opportunity to showcase some ptsd, and i'm thinking, maybe there's a way to tie it in with some unresolved past trauma he still carries? Like, realising what he's going through rn is actually ptsd, and then this helps him realise some stuff about what he has already been going through eversince his mom's death, with the nightmares and the guilt and the flashbacks and yada yada. And also i really like this au/headcanon floating around of Leo having physical burn scars and/or loosing a leg or arm in the explosion (and replacing it with a mechanical one?!), and i think it could tie really well with the theme of #2? Aaaand i know this one was not in the Valgrace category, but i think adding Valgrace to this one would be sooo goooood, like, Leo struggling and Jason helping him out and being so gentle and patient and understanding about all of it. And even better, maybe this fic is post-Jason's death from toa, but Jason has also just been brought back *somehow*, and now both boys struggle with this, and it somehow brings them closer, they both learn to help each other through their struggles and deal together and and and i just got emotional. (Alright, i am aware this might have gotten quite far from what you originally intended with this fic, so feel free to ignore me). 

#5- this sounds like the sweetest oneshot ever, i wanna read this so bad. Like i'm thinking, Jason might not have been exposed to those kind of events before, and it's his first pride, and while he's there he suddenly just has this epiphany of "wow i've never felt more right and accepted and included than how i feel right now" and Leo is so happy for his boyfriend feeling so right and they hold hands and Leo kisses Jason's hand and Jason just holds him tight and kisses his forehead as a response, and everything around them is so awesome, people are so nice and the costumes and the music and the parade just makes you smile and laugh like it's freedom, and they both feel so happy and free, and it's the fluffiest fluff that has ever fluffed. 

#7-8-9- honestly those could all be the same fic just different moments, it would work so well together. (Also, IS THIS WHAT YOU TALKED ABOUT IN YOUR REBLOG A FEW DAYS AGO? ABOUT JASON TAKING LEO'S LAST NAME???? cause i have not forgotten about this i'm gonna keep thinking about it until you post it.)

And last but not least, #12- DUDE THIS IDEA IS GENIUS. Were you planning on writing only when they were kids on the run, or did you want to write present day teenagers but with this specific backstory? (Both sounds amazing btw) I wonder if it would work though? Luke turning Leo against the gods i mean. I also wonder if Luke would also try to turn Annabeth against them as well? (I don't think he did it in canon before tlt, or maybe he tried but it didn't work?) I think you'd have to change the timeline a bit, since Leo's mom died a few years after Annabeth Luke and Thalia arrived to camp, but it could totally work with a few tweeks. OOOH I JUST HAD A THOUGHT do you think in that case that Annabeth and Leo would join the Titan Army? And fight against CHB? We'd have some dark!Leo and dark!Annabeth opportunities.... Or even sadder, only Leo joins, Annabeth stays at camp like in canon, and Annabeth looses her childhood best friend as well as her big brother figure. (Does that means Leo meets Percy for one brief summer when they were 11-12?) Cause i think, yes Leo would follow Luke in part because he is incredibly loyal, but more than that, if he had been raised by Luke to put the blame of his mother's death on someone else, i don't think he'd be able to refuse to follow Luke, cause rejecting Luke would mean Luke was wrong, and so if Luke os wrong then Hephaestus might not be to blame, and so Leo would have nobody else but himself to blame, and by that point he's just 12yo and it's way to hard to accept any of that. But that brings us to an incredible opportunity for some kind of grand redemption arc, where he joins Luke when he's 12, and then a few years later when he's older he starts to realise Luke is wrong and what happened to his mom wasn't Hephaestus's fault, and in the middle of the arc he starts to put the blame on himself (because that's what Leo does) and this gets super angsty and really dark for a while because Leo knows now he's not on the right side of things and he blames himself for what he's doing for Luke and he also blames himself for his mother's death but he can't change the past and can't leave Luke now he's in too deep and he doesn't see how to get out of this.... But eventually for x y z reason he starts to accept that what happened to him was no more his fault than his father's, and he finds the courage to leave Luke and join back CHB and to forgive himself. (Maybe those *reasons* could have to do with meeting some handsome blond demigod from another camp idk just spitballing here - even Leo meeting Piper somehow and they become instant friends but then she joins CHB so he has to rethink everything he thinks he knows, etc etc). 

Raise your hand if you have a million bajillion works-in-progress!!!

Because I sure as hell do.

Anyway, I want to see which ones I should prioritise, so I’m doing a poll. Out of the 97 fic concepts i have in the vault, all with varying levels of completion, I have narrowed it down to 12 (the max number of poll options on Tumblr).

Please Vote!

Category 1- ANGST:

1. Ok not too many spoilers for this one but it’s SUPER angsty. All I can say is Leo faces a very creative punishment from Nemesis for cheating the prophecy and coming back to life, and it’s called “The only sad person in paradise” (undertones of Valgrace).

2. Leo deals with coping with the trauma of dying. LOT of angsty headcanons, including one where the design for the chb bead for the summer hoo is set in was the moment of Leo’s death. And he just has to keep that around his neck the whole time, and it’s chocking him. The opening line is “Every so often, Leo needed to remind himself that his heart was still beating.”

3. A curse befalls camp half-blood that’s slowly reversing the effects of their powers. Hecate cabin’s spells are being undone, plants are un-growing, arms healed by Apollo cabin are re-breaking. Magic is being unwound, and then Leo’s body starts to ache, and he realises… does that include a certain Physician’s Cure?

Category 2- VALGRACE

4. Platonic Valgrace (Romance implied)- “Never go to bed angry”- Leo and Jason have an argument on the Argo II. Jason thinks Leo won’t understand him because he’s never had to live up to the expectations of leadership that come with being a child soldier. Leo thinks Jason won’t understand him because he’s never had to fend for himself, he believes everything Jason has is because of who his father is. They storm off (Jason in the literal sense), argue with themselves for a bit- I did a really cool thing where I switch POVs every line or so, as their arguments parallel each other, like in a TV show where two characters are rehearsing a conversation with the other, but using the HOO multiple-POV thing- and then they go to sleep. They both have weird vision/flashbacks/prophetic dreams, where they experience a day in the other’s childhood. They then realise they completely misunderstood one another, and they’re not as different as they thought.

5. Jason and Leo go to New York pride. That’s the whole fic.

6. Instead of… whatever that ending to BOO was, the Gods reward Leo for his sacrifice by bringing Esperanza Valdez back to life. She thanks Jason for taking care of Leo while she was gone, and they have a heart-to-heart. They are officially boyfriends in this. Jason keeps being reminded of his own reunion with Thalia, and how Leo had stayed with him through that. He vows to do the same.

Category 3- MARRIED VALGRACE:

7. Leo and Jason get married (A classic “Wedding Episode”)

8. Just a fic describing married life with Leo and Jason- it’s called “Violets and Marigolds”

9. A fic from the POV of Leo and Jason’s kid, Isabella Valdez. Some angst, but I don’t have the full plot outlined yet. She’s adopted, and they don’t know her true godly heritage, and Leo suspects she might be mortal, and maybe Lupa made a mistake. Leo and Jason argue over whether she should join the Legion (They’re living in New Rome). Leo struggles with his fear of hurting the people he loves with his powers.

Category 4- MISCELLANEOUS:

10. Platonic Perleo- Percy and Leo get captured by government agents and have to escape Area 51 (Vaguely inspired by an episode of Helluva Boss)- VERY NERDY. This is a very fun one.

11. Leo talks to Hestia about… life, I guess. I started writing this while still on TLH and never found an ending, but it’s a good concept. Leo learns to accept his powers as something that can be good, when he only sees the bad. Hestia tells him “If fire was only about danger and destruction, then it would be the symbol of Ares, not Hephaestus.”

12. Thalia, Luke and Annabeth find little Leo while on the run. Leo and Annabeth bond over engineering. Luke tries to use Leo’s trauma as leverage to get Leo angry at the Gods. He tries to put the blame of Leo’s mom’s death on Hephaestus, since he’s responsible for giving Leo his powers. He points out how the Gods are all-powerful, and yet they leave the four of them- their own children- to starve on the streets. Leo in canon harbours a lot of resentment for his situation growing up, and Luke could easily spin that to justify his own anger.

Tagging people who might be interested:

@four-leafed-queer-gal @lavenderfairiez @child-of-helios @green-tea217 @puzzled-pegasus @imasimpdealwithit @123letsgobestie @ginnyluna @euryvices @ollieisanerd @sleepyycapybara @twomanyfandomshelp @lokiwiiiiiii @yoshuko-ew @keefessketchbook @frankzhang-appreciation-posts @hollow8007 @fairytalesociology @via-rant @daonedaonlyskh

If you have any suggestions for things to add to these fics- leave them in the comments. A lot of these I’ve struggled to flesh out/find endings for. Any help is much appreciated and you will be tagged in the fic if I use it.

Also, Lmk if you want to be tagged in any/all of these!

[runnning-outof-time]

A House Visit | John Shelby x Reader

Request: yes by anonymous

Pairing: John Shelby x reader

Summary: An errand that (Y/N) thought was just going to take five minutes of her time ends up taking the entire night, but she can't complain. It might have just allowed her to meet the love of her life.

Warnings: drinking, mentions of character death

Word Count: 2869

A/N: this was a fun one to write. I hope you enjoy! :)

Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in stories similar to this one!

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"Miss (Y/LN)! Miss (Y/L/N)! Come look and see what I've brought in!" Katie Shelby was yelling excitedly the second she stepped inside of her classroom.

(Y/N) was sitting at her desk, preparing her lessons for the school day. The excited child's voice made her eyes snap up from her papers to see the girl it belonged to standing in the doorway with a big box in her arms. "What have you got, Katie?" she asked, a smile on her face as she stood from her chair.

"Come see!" the child didn't give anything away, bouncing on her feet in excitement.

(Y/N) only laughed at the child's mannerisms before she maneuvered her way through the rows of desks to go see what was inside the box. "Oh my goodness," she gasped when she saw what was waiting for her.

"Chickens, Miss (Y/L/N)!" Katie said excitedly, a wide smile on her face.

"Wow. Yes, Katie. Chickens indeed," (Y/N) said with a smile while trying to figure out just how the girl had managed to get the chickens out of her home and over to the school. "How did you manage to bring them?" she asked when she couldn't think of any ideas.

"I put them into this box and carried them here," Katie explained as if it were the most simple task in the world, the smile still on her face.

(Y/N) only nodded with her mouth open slightly, her nonverbal way of saying 'oh'. "Ok, well why don't we set them down in the corner of the room so that they don't distract us while we're doing our school work?" she made a suggestion then. If she was being honest, she wasn't too thrilled at the thought of having a handful of live chickens sitting in her classroom. Sure, they were just chicks and were harmless, but she still hadn't planned for it. Hopefully they'd be quiet for the entirety of the time they were there.

"Can I use them for show and tell?" Katie asked with hopeful eyes.

"Tomorrow's show and tell, love," (Y/N) broke the news with a frown on her face.

The child didn't seem fazed though. "I'll just bring them tomorrow then," she chirped, her smile still present.

Now (Y/N) was thinking of a way to thwart that plan. "I don't know about that, Katie. I don't think they'll like coming to school two days in a row," she tried out an excuse, hoping the child would fall for it.

Katie thought for a few moments before she nodded her head, "you're probably right, Miss (Y/L/N)," she agreed with her teacher, who had to stop the sigh of relief from leaving her lips.

"Oh good. Ok, well let's put them in the corner so that we can get ready for class. The other students will be joining us any minute now," she said, leading Katie and the box of chickens over to the corner then. Being a school teacher never had a dull moment, that was for sure.

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The papers were packed up, the homework handed out, and all of the kids were now on their way home. (Y/N) was finishing up some last minute grading when she heard an unfamiliar sound come from the corner of her classroom. She furrowed her eyebrows as she looked in its direction, her eyes falling upon a brown box. Immediately, it clicked in her mind: Katie had forgotten her chickens at school.

Now what was she to do? She couldn't leave the chickens here overnight...they had no food or water. She couldn't bring them to her home for that same reason...she didn't know what chickens ate. So there was only one way to solve this problem. She now had to bring the chickens back to Katie Shelby.

Her class roster had Katie Shelby's address as 17 Watery Lane, so (Y/N) packed up all of her things, grabbed the box of chickens, and set off. This was the last thing she expected to be doing on a Wednesday evening. But she had no other idea of what to do with these poor animals. They had to get back to their owner. And maybe while she was at it, she could tell Katie's father how wonderful of a student she is. He never came to any of the parent-teacher meetings the school hosted, which meant that she never was able to touch base with him on his daughter's achievements. In fact, she had never met him before. So maybe this trip wouldn't be a waste after all.

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Her hands were starting to cramp as she finally made it to Watery Lane after making the trek from the school. After finding the house that Katie lived in, she brought her one knee up to balance the box so that she could use her now free hand to knock on the door. The door opened just as she was returning her hand to the side of the box.

Across from her was a man who didn't look to be a day older than twenty-two. Surely he couldn't be Katie's father, right? "Can I help you?" he asked, a slight bit of confusion in his light blue eyes as he looked at the woman.

"Hi, um...I'm Miss (Y/L/N), and I'm Katie Shelby's teacher. She left this box at school today. I was wondering if her father, John Shelby, was around?" she asked the man, a hopeful look in her eyes.

"You're talkin' to him," the man said with a smile, nodding his head slightly as he finished his sentence.

"Oh," (Y/N) just about gasped in surprise. She would have never taken him for having a child who was in grade four. And never did she think that she'd find one of her students' parents...attractive? No...she had to push those thoughts out of her mind right now. "Oh wow...I didn't expect you to look so...young," the words fell from her lips before she could stop them, making her cheeks turn a darker shade of pink. John just chuckled at her stammered statement.

"I'll take that as a compliment, I guess," he said with a smile, the fact that he wasn't mad at her making (Y/N) ease up slightly. "You said that you had a box that belonged to her?" he asked her then, his eyes falling to what she was holding.

"Oh, yes," she responded after her mind had been blank for a few moments, "she left these chickens at school today," she said as she lifted the box higher to show him.

Confusion was back on his face as he looked in at the chickens. "We don't own any chickens," he stated. (Y/N) immediately felt awkward, but she was certain that it was Katie Shelby who had brought the box of chickens into school.

"It was definitely Katie who brought them in, Mr. Shelby," (Y/N) stuck steadfast to her point, "she wanted to show them for show and tell."

Silence fell between them momentarily before realization filled John's features, "oh ok now I know. Those are our neighbor's chickens. She must've stolen them from them to bring in for show and tell," he informed the woman standing across from him. He then watched as her eyes widened slightly, probably at the fact that his daughter had stolen the chickens from someone else in order to bring them in for show and tell. "I'll make sure that they get back to their rightful owners," he told her with an appeasing smile as he then stuck his hands out to take the box from her.

Footsteps came from behind John just as (Y/N) was going to hand the box over and be on her way. "Miss (Y/L/N)?! You came to my house?!" it was the voice of little Katie Shelby, who looked thoroughly excited to see her teacher at a place other than school.

(Y/N) subconsciously put on her 'teacher smile' before she spoke to the child, "yes, I did. You forgot your chickens in my classroom. I wanted to return them to you so that they wouldn't go hungry," she then explained the reason behind her presence. Why didn't you tell me that these chickens are not your chickens? is what she wanted to add, but she decided not to. Her father would give her a lecture on stealing, right?

"Oh thank you, Miss (Y/L/N)! You're a life-saver!" Katie cheered before she pushed past John, who now had the box in his hands, to wrap her arms around (Y/N)'s legs. (Y/N) accepted the hug with a smile on her face, patting the child lightly on her back. "You should have dinner with my family!" Katie cheerily suggested once she pulled away, a beaming smile on her face as she looked up at her teacher.

"Oh...wow, that's nice of you to offer, Katie..." (Y/N) trailed off as she registered the out of left field suggestion that was just made. Now she was trying to think of a way to politely turn down the nine year old's offer.

"Please, daddy! Can Miss (Y/L/N) please eat dinner with us?!" Katie had now turned to John and started her begging, her best puppy dog pout gracing her features.

"I don't know if Miss (Y/L/N) would like that. She has a family of her own to be with," John tried to shoot her idea down softly, hoping now to cause any tears.

Katie wasn't budging though. Now she had turned to her teacher again, "Miss (Y/L/N), please? My dad makes such good food!" she tried pleading with the woman who was standing rather awkwardly as she watched John's expression contort into one of confusion.

"I don't know what she's on about. I had no clue I was cookin' tonight," he owned up, making (Y/N) laugh slightly.

"Please, Miss (Y/L/N)?!" Katie asked again, trying her hand at the puppy dog pout once more. (Y/N) stared down at her for a few moments, contemplating it before she let out a sigh. She, surprisingly for being a teacher, didn't have it in her to say 'no' to the little girl.

"I'll stay, if your father is fine with it," she laid out her terms and conditions but the child had already settled on the answer.

"Yay! My teacher's gonna eat dinner with me! Samuel! My teacher's eating dinner with us!" Katie exclaimed as she dashed past her father and into the house, leaving (Y/N) and John standing in the doorway once more.

"I'll only stay if you're fine with this, Mr. Shelby," she told him, making her intentions clear. The last thing that she wanted to do was invite herself into his house unwanted.

"I'm fine with it. I'm honestly surprised that you agreed. It can get a bit hectic around here with handling four kids by myself," he waved off her statement, shocking her with the information that he had not one, but four children and still looked as young as he did, "I'm just gonna set these chickens out here and then I'll go get started on the dinner I didn't know I was makin'," he said as he stepped past her to set the box down by the front door before he motioned for (Y/N) to enter his house in front of him. She smiled and stepped through the threshold before following him into the kitchen. "You can call me John," he told her and she nodded, making a mental note of that.

—

After helping John with making the dinner, because he 'had no fucking clue how to actually cook it', as he put it, and sharing that meal with the four young children that she was still surprised that he had, (Y/N) and John were sitting on one of the couches in his living room.

The kids had gone up to their rooms after asking (Y/N) a rather large number of questions on their homework for school. She obliged and answered their questions even though John was trying his best to get them out of sight as quickly as possible. He figured that the last thing (Y/N) needed to be reminded of at that moment was work.

Both (Y/N) and John each had a glass of wine in their hands as they talked about whatever came to mind. (Y/N) was surprised that the conversation was flowing so easily. She had knocked out the topic of Katie's performance in her class within the first five minutes, and now they were talking about something absurd, like what they thought of the city football team's performance.

"Hey, look, I'm sorry that you got sucked into spending the night here," John said then, switching up the topic of conversation as he looked at her from the opposite side of the couch.

"Don't apologize. I had a good time, actually," (Y/N) smiled as she responded to him. She didn't expect her night to turn out as good as it did. The last place she thought she would find good company was in one of her students' family's. "I'm honestly surprised you've got such a full house here," she commented then, immediately regretting what she said. It was probably too personal for her to say something like that.

But John didn't seem to mind. He simply chuckled and glanced down at his lap. "My wife and I had the kids when we were young. She passed away shortly after I got back from fighting," he disclosed then, making (Y/N)'s smile falter when she heard what he'd said.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, John," she tried to offer her sympathy.

"Thanks. We're doing fine, I think. It's still hard sometimes though," he stated, trying to muster up a smile as his eyes met hers once more. "I'm not that good at this stuff anymore...you know, the whole talking to women I’m interested in thing," he said as he let out a soft laugh, his cheeks pinkening slightly.

"Me neither," (Y/N) was agreeing without giving much thought to what she was saying, "and I meant the whole talking to men thing...because you're a...yeah, you know," she trailed off, further embarrassing herself, "I honestly didn't think I'd be going through the whole dating phase again."

"How come?" John wanted to know more.

"Well because I was previously engaged. My ex and I...we were a few months out from getting married when he told me that he didn't feel anything for me anymore, and that he wanted to break things off," she explained a bit more of her past experience with love and relationships.

John looked slightly shocked as he heard what she had to say. "Wow. I can't imagine going through that. I'm sorry to hear that that happened to you," he now offered sympathy to her.

"Your wife passed away, John. What I've gone through is nothing in comparison to that," (Y/N) tried to downplay her story in comparison to his.

"We've both had our share of hardship," he settled things with a simple sentence, making (Y/N) nod in agreement. "I quite liked spending time with you tonight though," he said after a few minutes had passed.

(Y/N) couldn't help but smile as she heard what he said. "I enjoyed spending time with you as well," she agreed, her smile only widening when she saw one form on his face.

"What do you say that you come over tomorrow for dinner?" he asked her then.

"Depends. Are you going to be cooking?" she wagered, her one eyebrow raising in curiosity.

"If my assistant agrees to coming over then I will be," he grinned as he spoke.

"Well then I guess I'll be coming over for dinner tomorrow then," she accepted his invitation, a giddy feeling filling her stomach as she finished her sentence.

"I'm happy to hear that," John stated, that same giddy feeling filling him as well, although he tried hard to force it back to where it came from.

They sat in a comfortable silence with smiles on their faces until (Y/N) spoke up again: "are you going to do anything with those chickens outside?" she asked him, suddenly thinking about the box that was left by his front door.

John nodded as he stood from the couch with a huff. "Yeah, I should probably go return those, shouldn't I?" he said as he moved his way over to the door. "Unless you'd want to have chicken for dinner tomorrow," he turned before opening the door, a big grin on his face. His statement made (Y/N)'s jaw drop, but she couldn't stop the smile from forming on her face as she told him that he'd better return them or she wouldn't be coming back anymore. He got right on his task after hearing that.

Who would have thought that a house visit to return some forgotten poultry would turn into something much more?

———

Tagged: @alreadybroken-ts @magicalxdaydream @the-anxious-youth @mrsalwayswrite @look-at-the-soul

MASTERLIST

[thedamageofherdays]

I read a variety of Evanstan and Stucky fics this week and revisited some old favourites. A good reading week I would say :)

Favourites are marked with a 🌻

Won't you tell me (you're scared too) by hellobeautworld @hellobeautworld [Evanstan, 6k words, Teen]

Before his brain – or his heart, in fear of it being its last living hours, Chris isn’t exactly sure which one is in charge right now – can talk him out of it, he speed-dials the most intimidating phone number he has ever set eyes on. And he had to make a lot of terrifying phone calls to a lot of terrifying people. It rings three, four times, until that familiar, always a bit hesitant, but yet so easily excitable, voice comes on.

“Hey, Chris, how are ya?"

Chris takes a very deep breath to keep from blurting out the truth. That he is so damn scared of what he’s about to do that he just wants to run away. Straight into those now a bit less heavily muscled arms, if possible.

nostalgia isn't forever by wintersoldier1989 @wintersoldier1989 [Evanstan, 904 words, Explicit]

This ficlet was inspired by a tumble prompt.

"I wish you would write a fic where… Seb comes home a day earlier than expected from filming and catches Chris watching Political Animals and feels all soft until he realizes he's got a hand showed down his pants in between all the blankets... now he either is very flattered and goes to say hello on his knees or he's a bit :( cause "so you like young me better than this old thing? *pouts*".. either way Chris is mortified at getting caught and red all down his chest :)"

The smirk on Seb’s face when he realizes what’s going on. 😏

Chris would blush furiously, that pale Irish skin turning a bright shade of red from lust and a hint of embarrassment at being caught with his hand in his pants with this particular ahem viewing material. It’s no surprise that both of them have aged over the course of their 10+ year relationship. And as much as Chris loves the grey in Seb’s beard these days, he’s always had a soft spot for his boyfriend’s baby face. It takes him back in time, reminding him of all the longing heated glances, fumbling hands and nervous butterflies.

Closer by musette22 @musette22 [Evanstan, 5k words, Teen]

The relief that floods Sebastian at seeing Chris alive and well is intense, lifting some of that debilitating weight that’s been pressing down on his chest all evening, but it’s short lived. Because Chris looks... Well, he looks unfairly gorgeous as always, with his beard and his soft, cerulean eyes, but he also looks nervous and just a little bit shifty.

The feeling of unease grows when Chris shoots him a smile that’s tense around the edges and says, “Hey, Seb. Can we talk for a moment?”

Sebastian’s stomach drops, a physical sensation that makes him suddenly grateful he hasn’t had any food all day. He swallows through a tight throat, then takes a step aside and gestures for Chris to come in. “Sure,” he says hoarsely. “What’s up?”

Chris smiles at him again, and wow, yeah, he’s definitely nervous.

“Sit down for a minute, okay?” Chris orders gently, taking a step closer, and Sebastian closes his eyes. This is it.

🌻 Soul Searching by musette22 [Evanstan, 20k words, Explicit]

So?” Scott asks after a while. “You wanna tell me how you’re really doing?”

A little hesitantly, Chris says, “I don’t know what to tell you that you don’t already know.”

“Sure you do,” Scott says easily. “How ‘bout you start with telling me why you were going around telling everyone you were going to take a break from acting, only to then sign up to two big new projects in the past month or so?”

Chris picks at the label of his beer bottle, looking a little sheepish. “Ah,” he says. “I was kinda hoping everyone’d forgotten about that.” He sighs, dragging a hand over his face. “I mean, I was honestly planning on taking a break, but then I had a couple of weeks off and I just- I just realized I would have all this free time on my hands and no one to spend it with, you know?”

There it is, Scott thinks.

🌻 I've done some things that I shouldn't have done (but I haven't stopped loving you once) by musette22 [Evanstan, 59k words, Explicit]

After the release of Infinity War, Chris and Sebastian each take some time off to recharge. Chris is staying in Scarlett’s lake cabin on his own and invites Sebastian up to come and spend some time with him. Due to busy work schedules and a number of other, more personal reasons, Chris and Seb haven't been as close lately, something which neither of them are very happy about. This mini-vacation presents a chance for them to revive their friendship and maybe (definitely) explore if there might be something more. Over the course of a week, and with a little help from meddling friends and co-stars, the boys learn to build bridges, to be vulnerable and take chances, and to stop letting fear rule their lives.

Angel in an Ambulance by deucalionsvision [Stucky, 1k words, Teen]

Bucky twists his ankle while drunk, and his flirting greatly impedes the hot paramedic's ability to examine him. Said paramedic doesn't really mind.

🌻 Rites of the Wild by dreamsinthewitchouse @dreamsinthewitchouse [Stucky, 2k words, Mature]

When they move, it’s into Steve’s direction, and two things become clear at once.

One, the person has only one arm. Two, they’re covered in blood.

OR:

Steve is a nature photographer in an unfamiliar forest. Bucky is a maenad who saves Steve from their bloodthirsty siblings.

Fic & moodboard for Stucky Week 2021, Day 5: Alternate Universe

🌻 pillow feathers by wearing_tearing [Stucky, 2k words, Mature]

“Steve,” Bucky whispers, trying to tug at one of the blankets wrapped around him.

Steve snuffles and scowls in his sleep, bringing his legs up to his chest and effectively stopping Bucky from tugging anything. He also rubs his face against Bucky’s pillow, making a little soft sound in the back of his throat.

“Fuck, but you’re cute,” Bucky murmurs, lips twitching.

🌻 odd ways by peterbparker [Stucky, 2k words, Teen]

“And it would have been an amazing night with my son if he wasn’t distracted by the hot guy on the other side of the room,” Sarah sighed, shaking her head. “He’s been looking over at you for the past fifteen minutes.”

Bucky choked on the mouthful of beer he had just taken. 

“What?” he croaked. Things were starting to make a little more sense now. 

“Right?” Sarah said, waving her hand towards her son. “He completely ignored my garden stories because he’s been making eyes at you so I decided to come over and introduce myself.”

or; Sarah Rogers being a nosey mother, Steve Rogers blushing a lot and wishing the earth would swallow him whole, and Bucky Barnes being confused and amused for 2000 words

[daydream-believin]

Flowers Have Feelings

summary: it's valentines and you're making some gifts for your good pal douxie,,, also confessing

warnings: swearing probably, no proofread cause tired

word count: 2659

a/n: i've been struggling with writers block. i guess. i've returned to this only to write like, a paragraph so many times. which is bad cause like cheese designed the bouqeut and this should have been done ages ago. idk idk bon appetit

tags: @yagirlcheesely, is for you

image below: sketch of the bouquet

You jumped out of bed and slammed your alarm. Today was the day. You had to get everything ready today. Tonight would be the presentation. The night you finally do it. The night you confessed to your closest friend and crush, Douxie. Also happened to be Valentine’s day.

Your friends may have told you: “Just be patient. Drop hints. If he likes you, he’ll let you know.” But you weren’t about that passive love life. You liked to grab that strawberry cow by the horns. Subtly was boring and took far too long. You were in love with your friend and you were gonna let him know frankly if it killed you. It probably would, to be honest.

As confident as this makes you sound, you were aware of the possibility of him not liking you back, and that was okay. Sure, your heart would be shattered and you might not be very peachy for, say, a month or six, but you accepted that. At first, you had resigned yourself to just adoring him secretly. But you quickly grew impatient with that. What were you afraid of, really? Him letting you down gently, and ushering you two into an era of awkwardness? Okay so maybe that was worth considering. But not really. You wouldn’t let it come to that. Even if he did turn you down, you weren’t about to let that fact taint your friendship like that. You two were very close, and Douxie wasn’t the kind of guy to suddenly treat you differently after such a thing. Just a few weeks of awkwardness at most before all was forgotten (on his end at least). Only a problem for you. But, boy, it would be really, really nice, and not awkward, if he reciprocated.

You and Douxie were thick as thieves. There wasn’t a thing you hadn’t told each other. Not a secret between a pair of buddies as close as you. Oh, one thing, you know. The fact that you had caught feelings, that was definitely something you had kept secret from him. As eager as you were to do so, you couldn’t just drop a bombshell like that at any old time. That’s why you chose today of all days to confess; a little extra luck from St. Valentine. A little magic to give you a boost, placebo or not. This was going to happen. This was going to work.

You strapped on your helmet, safety first, before heading out on your bike. You cleared your schedule for the day cause you weren’t really sure if everything would work out or not. You could have everything done and ended wrapped up neatly in a few hours, or you could have a complete disaster on your hands, which could take up all your time. Time you would happily give, since you were determined for everything to be perfect. It was also nice to know you didn’t have to come in to work later,, lest you spend the whole night, crying your eyes out. You shuddered at the possibility. You were gonna stop thinking about that now. Yeah, only confidence now.

You may be a teensy bit sleep deprived. Only a teensy bit. You chugged a monster this morning, you’ll be fine. It wasn’t your fault you were up all night researching flower language. There were so many flowers, and those flowers had so many feelings. Eventually though, you managed to settle on a bouquet of roses, daisies, and dandelions. Fern leaves for greenery too. Greenery was important for flower arrangements. It tied the whole thing together. While it wouldn’t be the most on theme color scheme, the yellows, whites, reds, and greens, would mix together prettily. You definitely didn’t have to go as far as this, and you were banking on the fact that Douxie even knew flower language, but it was sweet, it was romantic. And you were going to be romantic about this, dammit.

Daisies, for friendship. It was really important that you communicate just how much you valued Douxie’s friendship and how nothing would change between you two if he were to not return your feelings. Red, red roses, classic romance. There was a reason the blooms were so strongly associated with the valentines holiday itself; no one sees a red rose and thinks of anything other than love and romance. A clear message to your beloved. And well, the dandelions? Cheery, beautiful, resilient, common weeds, never to be approved of, finding the strength to bloom despite assholes like Merlin’s best efforts. Dandelions were Douxie’s favorite flower.

Too bad the florist didn’t even consider them to be anything but said common weed. You had included them in your order when you called it in and you could hear the florist laugh, but muffled as if he put his hand over the receiver, before returning to the phone to inform you that you would have to add them yourself. Pretty rude, if you say so. No matter, hand-picked dandelions would be romantic, anyways. Even if no one else knew about it but you.

You placed the bouquet neatly into the basket of your bike. You’d pick the dandelions to complete it later, right before the big confession, in order to keep them fresh. But as of now, the bouquet peaked out of your basket, the floral fragrance wafting up to your face as you made your way to the next store.

Last week, you had seen such an adorable little box of chocolates. It had chocolates shaped like little skulls, flowers, and ghost cats, and the box had a silly pun about death. Goth chocolate, def. It would have been perfect for the edgy wizard in your life, but alas, it was way too fucking expensive. Like obscenely expensive. But no matter, you’d just steal the idea. How hard could making chocolate be anyway?

You left the grocery store with your haul safe in your skull-patterned reusable shopping bag. Wizard-chic and eco-friendly, it was your favorite bag. The contents of the much-loved bag? Melting chocolates, a jar of marmalade, a jar of raspberry jam, a jar of strawberry jam, and a new roll of wax paper, since you were out. Now you weren’t as ambitious as to make your own jam here. This was a failsafe. There are only so many ways to ruin chocolates if you did not make the chocolate nor the filling yourself. Now just a quick run in the stationary shop on your way home for a cute box, and you were all ready to start your chocolatier career.

 * * *

Douxie was getting antsy. Not many patrons had paid a visit to his bookstore this afternoon. Which was strange for valentine’s. and it left him with nothing but his thoughts to entertain his anxious mind. Doux had a lot to worry about. His band had a gig in a new town, so he wasn’t sure how they would be received. He was waiting on a shipment of books that was supposed to show up days ago. It may have gotten lost. That Lake kid was getting himself into more and more trouble these days and it was starting to become hard to help out without overstepping his vaguely imposed bounds. But most of all, at the very moment, he was worried about you.

You had asked him to meet up for dinner tonight. Okay, pretty normal for a Sunday night. Not that the weekend meant anything to either of you, but you normally set aside Sunday for dinner hangout. So nothing to abnormal. But then. Then, you said, something… Douxie actually can’t recall what you said, per se, just that it was along the lines of “we need to talk.” And that your tone sounded nervous. He did not like that one bit, nope nope. He had spent a great part of the day just revisiting every interaction the two of you had had in the last month or so, desperate to figure out if he did something wrong. But he was coming up blank, for all his efforts. Across the room, the clock ticked on. It would be closing time soon enough, and then he’d no longer have to wonder just what he did wrong, as you would be there to tell him directly. Fuzzbuckets, he couldn’t wait.

* * *

You wiped the goopy chocolate off of your cheek with the back of your hand. So far this wasn’t a total disaster. You had at least seven chocolate skulls filled and drying in the molds. The white chocolate seemed to have melted smoother than the regular chocolate? The regular chocolate ones looked kind of lumpy. You hoped they came out of the molds okay. Not to mention the ones you already messed up. A little mountain of chocolate pieces and jam had started rising from your table top corner.

It had been lots of fun at the start. melting the chocolates with a double boil, planning out which molds would be which flavors. But actually filling those molds? A messy, messy ordeal. You had chocolate and jam all over your kitchen, up to your exposed elbows, and even a little in your hair. But that was okay. You’d clean the kitchen later. With the molds in the freezer to set, your priority now was cleaning yourself up rather than the kitchen.

And you cleaned up nice, if you did say so yourself. You got the chocolate out of your hair, and had on a fresh outfit, taking a little time to put effort into your style. You looked snazzy, but not too fancy. You needed to stay casual. Something that you hoped would make Douxie be like ‘wow they look pretty okay’ but not freak him out with formality. Yeah. This was good.

Your watch beeped. Okay, you needed to get out of here, no more dilly dallying. You pulled the candies you made out of the freezer. Moment of truth. Thank the stars, all of the chocolates came out of the molds smoothly without breaking. You arranged them in the cute circular box you set up earlier and folded the tissue paper over them. They all fit in perfectly. The cheesy valentine card, the most important part, didn’t quite fit on top of the candies, you’d have to put it with the bouquet. You slid the lid onto the box and fastened a bow around it with a blue ribbon. Maybe this was a bit overkill, but Douxie knew how to appreciate the dramatic. He’d love it, you were sure.

Last but not least, you headed to the greenspace across the street from your apartment for the final ingredient in your Douxie wooing, dandelions. You were lucky that the empty lot had recently bloomed an entire garden’s worth of the yellow things. The chilly breeze mussed up your newly-fixed hair as you danced about gathering the tiny flowers, adding to the bouquet until you felt like it was enough. Which took longer than you had hoped. You definitely could have kept adding in more dandelions but your watch beeped once again and you had no choice but to make peace with the level of yellow and book it to the bookstore where you and Douxie were supposed to meet before heading out for the night.

* * *

Hearing the ding of the door chime, Douxie turned around to kindly inform the customer who came in that he wasn’t open, but the words caught in his throat when he was met with your smile. There you were, standing in the shop with a box in one hand and flowers in the other. You looked cute. Really cute. But Douxie chased that thought away. He fumbled with the book he had been re-shelving. It fell out of his hand unceremoniously, landing with a thud.

“Hey,” Doux managed to get out. “What’s all-”

“These are for you!” you shoved the presents into his now empty hands. That courage you had earlier? Gone. Your resolve? Dissolving as we speak. You had to get this over with before you chickened out. He was just so good, okay. And why did you think this was a good idea. Douxie looked down at the gifts in his hands confused, before blushing. If he could have reached a hand behind his head and rubbed the back of his neck he would have.

“I didn’t know we were doing Valentine’s, uh. I feel bad I didn’t get you anything.”

“Oh! Don’t be. I just,, felt like doing something nice for you and uh, special,” Douxie tilted his head. You took the box, freeing up his hand. “These are chocolates I made, like, like you’re supposed to do.” You waltzed over to the counter to place them out of the way. “The bouquet is the real star here, uh, I picked them out very carefully.” You tucked your arms behind your back. “I, uh- I brushed up on flower language, and I hope I got it right.”

Now Douxie may have been a Victorian once upon a time but he had barely any surviving memory of the frilly flower language people socialized through in those days. But thankfully, the blooms in the bouquet in front of him were straight forward enough that he did in fact get the message without taking too much gear turning in that noggin of his. Although, the friendly daisies with the red roses were kind of sending him some mixed signals. He knew what he wanted them to mean, but he could just be misinterpreting. You seemed to notice his hesitation.

“Um, there’s a card too. In the flowers somewhere. That. Probably explains what I’m trying to say a little clearer.” You carded your fingers through your hair. You had anticipated not being able to really speak with your voice, as you barely could now, so you’d written it all out on the card as backup. But damn, that card had everything on it. You maybe got a little carried away. There wasn’t going to be any going back from this.

Douxie dug out the card from amidst the blooms. It was handmade, with a cheesy little drawing on the front complete with a pun. And then he opened it. It was almost solid black with ink. Yeah, you had written that much in there. Both sides. And a little on the back. Wow. Doux tried his best to keep up a poker face while reading it but failed quickly as the first few lines alone left him flushed. It was true, everything was on it. From how much you adored Douxie as a person, to how much you valued his friendship, to how pretty you thought he was, to how you longed for something more, with him? Douxie felt like his hands were getting the card all sweaty.

It was nerve wracking watching him read that card. It seemed like he was finished, since his eyes stopped raking through it, but now he was staring intensely at the words written on the pages, in a trance. He broke focus, looking to the bouquet, back to the card, and then finally settled on you.

“Wow.”

“… is that a good wow?”

Douxie caught you by surprise. He pulled into a hug. “Yeah, a good wow.”

You and Douxie’s first non-platonic hug? Yes please. You didn’t even mind the flowers pressing into your back. Okay so a few rose thorns were poking you but that was fine. Douxie smelled like something you couldn’t name, but it was spicy, and cozy. He let you go sooner than you were ready to, but he grinned at you as he left to rummage through his things in the back for a vase. He turned to you as he proudly displayed them on the store’s counter, right where he could look at them all workday,

“So, where are we going tonight? For our first date?” Doux chuckled, “and, technically, our first Valentine’s day too.”

[rhymingtree]

I was planning on reading this on my birthday so it would be like a lil 10k-ish words present but things got in the way. 🙃 never too late to open it though

Athena gives her wakeup calls, too? Damn, I need an Athena in my life, she'd make it so much easier.

Ghost's travel essentials: grenades, flashbangs, ammo, weapons of death and destruction, portable rifles (for more backpack space!), and different bullets for different occasions, because she's always ready for adventure in Paris! 😁😁😁

Ghost's Outfit of the Day: a really heavy coat for Paris rain. Practicality over fashion, even in the City of Love.

I don't know why I'm writing her travel blog, she's about to fuck shit up and I'm writing her a travel blog. Of all things. I should've done one for Wakanda and Medellin too, dang.

Athena had planned your entire trip out for you almost instantly.

And she made her an itinerary too. First stop is a shoddy safehouse that might have rats. Tomorrow, she meets up with her buddy Ollie to fuck shit up and starts giving away infrastructure damage,

No more waiting. You don’t need any more time—

“Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything, ma’am.”

This was stupidly funny to me. I can imagine the concern in Athena's voice like, my boss is going insane already? we just got here.

You missed Bucky.

Damn, you missed him.

YEAH *gives darke a side eye* I MISS HIM TOO *starts casting an evil curse at darke* BOUT TIME SOMEONE BRINGS YOU TWO BACK TOGETHER HUH

So take him out of the equation. He’ll kill him if you don’t take care of him. He’ll kill him, them, us. All of us will be dead because of you.

Finish it.

You nodded slowly to yourself, throwing away the blanket and shoving it into the backseat before you threw open the door and stepped into the frigid air of the unit.

I love how Hyde Ghost is her main motivatior to get out of bed.

I need a Hyde Ghost to trash talk me into getting out of bed too.

Oh wait I dont need one I already have my ✨crippling fear of failure✨

“I would recommend eating something before we embark, Captain.” 

Athena said self-care comes first and I love that.

It was the city he almost lost Jack in. It was the city where his nightmares almost became reality. It was the city that led them into this downward spiral.

🎶In NEW YoOoOoRk🎵

I love Duke being so in love with Jack.

If I don't meet someone who sees me the way Duke sees Jack, then what the fuck am I even doing here

“It’s too hot all the time. And too loud. And too bright. And…” 

Me every time I wake up in Filipino summer (bonus if the neighbors decided to day drink and they decide to turn the karaoke machine on)

“Fuck me.”

“Later,” Jack said without missing a beat, “It’ll be fun.”

A laugh leaped from Duke’s throat as Jack scooped the rest of his clothes into a bag and he crossed the room to open the door. He jumped as he caught sight of the person on the other side of the door.

T’Challa.

THE LAUGH I LET OUT

WAS HE THERE THE WHOLE TIME

If he was and he heard them through the door 😭😭

HAHAHAHA

I always love it when your characters interact with T'Challa. He's so well written, and they all bounce off each other so well. Ghost especially. But I've forgotten how much T'Challa was influenced by Duke, and them interacting now after what happened in Berlin is so so good

Now they're swapping proverbs with each other, wow

“It’s always darkest before the dawn,” Duke said, continuing down the hall with the king, “We’re just a little stuck in our morning twilight.”

“When she steps foot in the sun again, tell her to bask in the light.”

tryna out-wise each other

Everyone's on a really fun roadtrip aren't they

Bucky and co + one traitorous asshole named Oliver

“Barnes?” Walsh asked, placing a hand on his shoulder with a frown.

GET YOUR SLIMY HAND OFF OF HIM BEFORE I CUT IT OFF AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR-

BOONIE

God I miss Olympus too

I miss it so much I might start rereading TS&TS just to see it again

nooo she's gonna leave shuri

“Did you just have an idea?”

“Yes, yes I did.”

Shuri smirked, wincing as the elevator opened, letting the warm morning sun shine into the box before they stepped out onto Mount Bashenga, “Was it a good one?”

Boone paused, taking a deep breath and taking in the fresh Wakandan air as she looked over the mountains before she followed the princess toward the jet that was waiting for them, “All my ideas are good ideas.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

me to you whenever you start getting ideas

your ideas scare me and boone's should scare shuri too

Your eyes swept over the people surrounding you and you winced each time you made eye contact with one as Athena chirped before giving you the person’s entire backstory.

Another reason I'd love to have an Athena: she has all the tea about literally everybody. My nosy ass would love that.

The back and forth between Hyde Ghost and Ghost is so funny

That's what my brain sounds like in class sometimes and it is exhausting but I'm letting it play out because it's also entertaining

Fuck Novak being an unkillable cockroach. the real cockroach is Armand fuckin' Russo.

No seriously how did he survive getting shot in the chest like that

WAH WHAT

THERE'S

A SECOND VOICE

WHAT

THE JUMPSCARE THAT WAS THE BOLD FONT

DARKE

A SECOND ONE

THERE'S THREE GHOSTS NOW

FATHER SON AND THE HOLY SPIRIT AMEN

I love how Athena clocks that pencil like remember they've got a pencil. it's sharpened. it's one of those artsy ones that are really sharp and fine. that can stab you in the eye.

Yes. In and out. Easy peasy lemon—

Don’t get overconfident—

oh no it's like an angel and a devil sitting on her shoulder except all three of them are spawns of hell

You’re wasting bullets. One shot. One kill.

there's no such thing as wasting bullets if they're going into Nazis.

I love how terrifying she looks while killing people in front of Russo.

If you've ever seen that clip from The Last Of Us when Joel is torturing someone and smirking while doing it. That's her vibe. And I love it.

she's so pretty when she tortures people

“Oh, great Hanuman!” M’Baku exclaimed with a mischievous grin, “The great General of Wakanda is scared of a ghost story.”

M'Baku is the best character to ever exist.

In fact every character from Black Panther is the best character to exist.

yaaay they're going on a boat

cruise triiiip

I was so caught up with Ghost having two voices in her head plus her torturing russo that I forgot ollie was after her

go away ollie let her be hot and interrogate people in peace

OHHHH THEY'RE FIGHTING

It's cool to see perseus in action from the receiving end of ghost's attacks

“Damnit, (F/N),” Bucky growled, wrapping his arm around your waist as the two of you fell on your sides and you tried to cradle his head from hitting the floor, “Ow.”

“Sorry. My bad,” you said quickly, pushing away from him with a frown as you looked him over, “Are you okay? Your head? Good?”

“I’m fine,” he croaked, sucking a breath as you brushed hair out of his face, “I’m okay.”

when i said i wanted them to be reunited...

god

they're just

why the fuck am i crying

He looked like he did when you brought him home the first time. Sunken cheeks, dark circles under his eyes. You frowned, brushing away another stray strand of hair.

“You need to sleep,” you said, gently thumbing his jawline.

“You need to come home.”

how dare you

do i need to pay for a premium subscription for them to stay together permanently

You couldn’t just leave him, could you?

You said you wanted to make waves.

Nobody crosses you three times and gets away with it.

Yeah, you don’t need him anymore.

And the Rookie doesn't need any more allies. Give ‘em hell.

these three terrify me

“Move your head a little to the left.”

FUCK YEAH

OH I LOVE THAT CHAPTER

THIS IS EPIC

Why would she kill a fellow Hydra operative? And who were the people she’d massacred in the building?

babes. you are literally stepping on the puzzle pieces. just. fuckin. PUT THEM TOGETHER ALREADY

How had it all gone so awry? Was this some kind of stunt by Walsh? Or had (F/N) really just tried to blow up an entire Parisian block?

Knowing (F/N), he was leaning toward the latter.

arson is ghost's idea of a fun Parisian vacation

like I said, she was gonna cost the city of Paris a lotof taxpayer money, repairs and such

but she also got rid of Nazis in the city, so really she did the French a favor.

oh my god

new york and montana reunion

oh my god i cant fuckin wait

i dont have to. ch90 is already here. huzzah

CHAPTER 89: PREY DRIVE

To all my live reactors,

Please, please, please, hide your reactions under a Read More cut. I don’t want any spoilers floating around. 

&

To all my Anonymous Avengers, 

If you want to react in my asks, feel free. However, I won’t be answering any of them until at least Wednesday if they contain spoilers. 

Thank you,

Darke

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He shook his head again before repeating, “You can’t stop him.”

“We’ll see.”

A soft smile curled to your lips before it fell to a twisted smirk and you lunged forward. You drew a ka-bar and threw the coffee table out of your way in one motion. Your knife embedded itself in his thigh before he could react.

The sound that tore through his throat would have been haunting, if it was your first time hearing it. He clawed at your hand as it held the knife in place before your other hand wrapped around his throat.

“Tell me what his plan is,” you hissed calmly, grunting as he fought against you.

“He’ll kill me if I do,” he wheezed, unable to get you off of him as he continued to try and fight back.

“And I’ll kill you if you don’t,” you said with a shrug, “So, pick your poison. Him or me.”

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[issuedsideways]

i'm working on an mcu phase 1 rewatch for the sake of writing the issueverse better, and it was a good call because oh my god. i hadn't seen im1 in so long and i had forgotten a lot of what tony was like immediately pre-cave. he was so insufferable. masks on masks on masks. i was going to downplay that without realizing, apparently.

also WOW the amount of blatantly pre-scripted lines he had about defending his dad and his legacy. he literally calls howard a hero. he is so defensive. i love that for him?? he's so weird about him and that's exactly what i wanted. i mean i knew howard was very Present in im1+2 despite being dead but i honestly didn't realize how much of that really was just tony bringing him up. so this is even better for my au than i thought. i really thought i was drifting away from his canon characterization by making things too about howard but frankly, i could probably go further? i could play it up even more? i've been emboldened, which is really the last thing i needed,,

[kokichis-dead-dove-club]

I'm going to be perfectly honest with you, I think you're in the wrong for saying fiction doesn't affect reality, and before you say some random snarky response, please listen for a second.

By writing fanfiction involving fictional children in relationships with adults, or by drawing abusive relationships or by creating content of incest, you are providing tools for abusers to use to groom victims and children. You say you have trauma involving this kind of thing, and yet you are normalizing this sort of behavior so it will spill over and harm real people. A part of me believes you do not really care about other people, and are just as disgusting and awful as the people who hurt you, because you are supporting their behavior and providing them content to hurt more people. And a part of me is sorry for you.

It is none of my business when someone creates content that doesn't actively promote harmful ideals and hurt real people.

That is a valid statement.

But it becomes unacceptable and downright disgusting when people like you go "oooh I have trauma boo hoo I'm going to write an adult and child having intercourse and then publish it so actual real life pedophiles can find it and use it to groom children uwuwuwuw"

Fuck you for acting like your disgusting perverted ideals aren't harming people. Fuck you for acting like you're high and mighty when what you create is hurting real people. Fuck you for not tagging your content appropriately and fuck you for being a shit stain on our society. Pedophilia is not normal, incest is not normal, and abuse is not normal. It should never be presented as such, and should never be publicly promoted as such.

Sincerely, an ex pro shipper.

wow, ok lmao

im curious who was so awful to you that youre an ex proshipper? i dont tend to see people going from someone who is against harassment to someone who is very much For harassment

i do appreciate that you clearly took your time to write this ask in a (mostly, up until the end) respectful way, so i want to try to respond in kind:

1. "you are providing tools for groomers to use"

groomers will use literally anything to groom. they will use books, movies, food, and yes, perfectly "healthy, unproblematic" ships/fiction.

i am not providing tools for shit. i am creating content that i like, for others who like it, and that is IT. i do not create things with the intent that anyone will use it to harm others. allow me to use this to segue into my next rebuttal:

2. "you don't care about other people, and are just as awful and disgusting as as the people who hurt you"

and here's where i'm going to lose my shit a little.

how fucking dare you? i care an awful lot about others, but that doesn't even matter as much as your next claim; that i'm just as awful as the people who hurt me?

how the fuck can you sit there and genuinely believe that? please show me where i have EVER told anyone to kill themselves, that i hope they die, that i want to run them over with a truck, that i think they enjoyed their abuse, that their family members wish they were dead, that their DEAD FUCKING GRANDMOTHER, WHO HAD JUST PASSED AWAY, WOULD BE GLAD THEYRE DEAD.

show me where i EVER fucking said ANY OF THAT. FUCKING SHOW ME.

3. "fuck you for not tagging your content appropriately"

but. i do tag my content appropriately? if i've ever missed a tag, i apologize, please tell me the post so i can go back and tag it. i always make sure that i am tagging what needs to be tagged, because to me, that is the most important thing that needs to be done when you are creating content such as what i create. so again, if i have forgotten a tag or you think i need a new tag, please tell me. i would be more than happy to oblige. (although no, i will not be tagging ships that aren't pedophilic as 'pedophilia'.)

4. "pedophilia is not normal, incest is not normal, abuse is not normal. it should never be presented as such, and should never be publicly promoted as such."

i agree 100%! however, i have never claimed those things as being normal, nor have i ever presented them or promoted them as such?

you're confusing what fictional scenarios and tropes i enjoy with me supporting and encouraging those things irl. they are completely separate, so i'm unsure what your problem there is.

5. (your general statements about my content hurting real people)

that's not how that works lmao

if someone is uncomfortable by and hates me/my content? cool, that's fine and understandable. please block me and avoid my content and curate your internet experience. that is why i tag my content, so people who don't like it can avoid it.

if someone sees my content, decides on their own that because i draw incest or whatever, that i automatically support irl incest, and they have a freakout over it and decide to harass me? not my fucking problem. if they sincerely believe that fiction is reality, then whatever happens after that is their personal problem.

i do my part. i tag my shit. i warn for my shit. that is as far as my end of the street goes. it is their responsibility to go to their end of the street and take action to ensure they don't see my content.

i don't have control over people's reactions or feelings about my content. but i do have control over taking the necessary steps to limit their exposure and make it easy for them to block my things. and i have consistently done that.

whatever the purpose of your message was, whether it was just to cause me distress, or whether you actually sent this in good faith, i just hope you can take some of this to heart and understand that i have done my part.

have a good evening anon, and i hope you can work past whatevers troubling you.

[queer-as-used-by-tolkien]

OC Interview: Vriré

I wasn't going to do this but then I was tagged. :/ (and then I was tagged again, a month later, by someone else when it turned out I was procrastinating too hard. Wow.) Oh well. This is set in 1325 because all my writing takes place in 1325... and I have no idea what my OCs are up to in present-day Tyria.

OC Interview: Vriré

INTRODUCTION:

1) Can you introduce yourself?

She seems perfectly at ease in this environment, and answers with a brisk, matter-of-fact demeanor to get the routine questions out of the way. "Vriré. Asura. Lightbringer of the Order of Whispers. And I'm female, straight, and single," she adds before the interviewer can ask.

3) Where and when were you born?

"I'm a Rata Sum native and am twenty-nine." She smirks at the camera. "See if you can figure that out."

4) What is your weapon of choice and fighting style?

"Swords and axes. Two of each." She looks amused. "I won't tell you how to beat me, though."

5) Lastly, are you happy?

Her expression doesn't quite freeze, but she settles into carefully neutral. "That depends what 'happy' means. To you, to me... to anyone, really." She frowns for a moment. "I'd say I'm... you know - you know, I think we'll just go with 'no.' I am not at peace. I'm relatively content where I am, what I'm doing - but there are a few things I haven't done yet." She seems to stare off into space.

FAMILY AND FRIENDS:

1) What’s your family like? What is your relationship with them?

"None whatsoever," she shrugs. "I'm sure my parents are still trying to invent things, but I'm not in contact with them."

2) Have you ever ran away from home?

"That's 'run,' not 'ran.' Yes. They were always too busy, so I just ran away. My parents and I have spoken since, but I've never gone back. I wasn't even in college yet."

3) Would you consider marriage or having children?

"No. Progeny are too disorganized and don't know how to be quiet. I'll have none, and spare them the frustration of a parent who can't handle them. As for marriage - I'm not interested in anybody and I have no plans to get married, and I'm perfectly happy where I am."

4) Do you secretly hate one of your friends?

"DeGlasse is an utter peacock of a human noble and will never change. That is all." Her lips twitch slightly, then she adds suddenly, as if she'd forgotten - "no, I don't hate him. That is simply my biggest grievance."

5) Which friend knows everything about you?

She pauses for a beat, processing the question. "That's a high bar to clear. I'd say Cirra and Drekk, friends from my childhood. They don't know everything - they're not Whispers - but they understand I can't tell them things and they're not upset over it." She remains thoughtful for a moment, then fixes the interviewer with a hard gaze. "Mind, I'm taking advantage of the present tense of that question."

ASKED BY FANS:

1) Are you literate? Have you been to school?

She raises one skeptical eyebrow at the interviewer, who hurriedly goes to the next question.

2) The eeriest prediction you made that later came true?

She frowns and her eyes shift downwards, thinking. Finally, she answers, "I'd say there's no 'eeriest' one. My predictions were all rational deductions based on reliable information, such as the fact that Lightbringer Leftpaw was far too sentimental to adopt an Initiate and train them properly."

3) What is something you were embarrassingly late to realize?

She frowns for a moment, then - "that Koraw is an utter, complete, loyal fool. Also that if there is a dragon you should hide. He was Whispers. That's our MO." She refuses to say more.

4) Do you have mental health or physical issues?

Her eyes shift a bit. "I have a scar. That's all."

5) What is your current main goal?

"There is a Branded monster I haven't killed yet." She lifts her head proudly. "I will. Sooner or later."

CHOICES:

1) Drink or food?

She gives you a strange look. "What kind of a question is that? Both."

2) Cats or dogs?

"... Neither."

3) Early bird or night owl?

"Also neither, though more of an early bird. If I'm up, I'm up. I can last quite a while without sleep, too, though of course I perform better when I'm well rested."

4) Optimist or pessimist?

"Me, optimistic? I call myself a realist."

5) Sassy or sarcastic?

"Sarcastic. Sometimes."

HAVE YOU EVER:

1) Been caught sneaking out

"Caught? No."

2) Broke a bone

She shrugs. "It's inevitable in this line of work. I'm more of hands-on Lightbringer." A pause. "Pun intended."

3) Received flowers

"Uh, no. And I wouldn't want them if they did. Besides, that's not much of an asura thing."

4) Ghosted someone

"My parents? No? Not really, then."

5) Pretended to laugh at a joke you didn’t get

"Only when undercover or on a diplomacy mission. Otherwise I don't bother."

TAGGING:

@rouxipanda because you need to talk about your Commander more.

@icarus-isambard because I want to put Ffeldy on the spot.

[ahundredtimesover]

Okay AAAAAHHHHHHHH

I just caught up and finshed it and I'm so emotional.

Omg.

Like I'm sitting here and still crying.

I just ! I already spoke alot abt the story and I just wanna say something haha

Thank you.

Thank you so so much for writing this story, I've been having some really not so good times recently and this truly became my comfort fic and I havent had one in so so long !

It is just so beautifully written, and while yes you can appreciate that it is so so well written and presented it also reminds of alot of things.

That speaking about your emotion it's not bad, you have to be able to learn to trust yourself and to be your own best friend. we all have this amazing ability to give out so much love and we need to be able to use it to love ourselves and the people closest to our hearts the most you know.

I really really just love and adore each and every single character! I cried ! Every single chapter! Your way with words 👌👌👌

It's - you know what it is ?

Its the whispers of a love never forgotten.

That's what kept making me cry bc they were lovers before and they continued to love but it was different you know?

So different but so familiar too. The love that they share.

Wow.

Just so amazing.

Like yes I'm going to talk about this forever but jk came back for her

He loved her. He felt incomplete without her.

That is freaking beautiful.

It's so sad that he went so long thinking that you know she didnt want him, when she did. On the other side of the world, she was holding into this little bundle of love reserved for him.

Love shouldn't hurt you know ? And it did for them for a while, but bc of how bright and like MAN I don't even know what I'm saying anymore.

The fact that they accept the hurt and the pain and thw wrongs of the past and are taking in together as a pair as a couple as lovers. That is what is so beautiful. That is what makes them endgame.

I think I'm actually gonna stfu bc I make no sense but YOUUUUU

Are amazing !

So good !

So talented!

I hope that you always find a reason to be happy everyday and make sure to eat well and stay hydrated 🤍💕🤍💕🤍💕🤍

Hi!! You are so wonderful, truly. I read your feedback about each chapter and I’m truly appreciative of you noting every single thing you liked. I live for details so when you note the ones you enjoyed, it always makes my heart full. So thank you 😊

I’m also glad you consider this your comfort fic. I read to relieve stress and to feel better; I write for the same reasons so to know that this story gave you joy, especially during the times when it was hard for you, that’s wonderful and I’m glad I got to give you a virtual hug through the story and this little family. And you’re right, emotions are beautiful and we have to trust ourselves. I’m a highly emotional individual and it took a while for me to learn that it’s a strength, too, regardless of how I choose to express it. And our capacity to love makes us human. It’s beautiful and such a source of light. I’m so happy you picked those up.

I’ll never tire of the kind words you speak about me and my writing and the stories I put out. I’ll always be grateful. Thank you for the love towards something I put a lot of myself in. Please stay safe and take care of yourself always. Sending you all the love 🥰🥰