#good luck anon! 💕💕💕

[butmakeitgayblog]

Have you got any advice for a (trans)guy who is in love with a girl who will never love him back?

…Asking for a friend.

Honestly?

If you know she's not interested, move on. I don't mean that in a harsh way so please don't take it that way, but realistically it's the only thing you can do. If they're a friend that you genuinely want to keep in your life no matter what, it would still be healthy for your own mental and emotional state to create some distance for a bit, because either you'll end up just torturing yourself over your feelings, or inevitably - and inadvertently - putting strain on the relationship anyway. And in doing that, what could just be a weird time of distance while you sort out your own feelings, may end up becoming a situation where there's no hope for any kind of friendship to be salvaged.

Either way, stepping away and giving yourself space really is the answer, as hard and possibly painful as it may seem. Continuing to facilitate and nurture your feelings will only lead to more pain for yourself for a longer time, and may possibly create an uncomfortable situation or feelings of pressure/sadness/disappointment for her.

And neither one of you deserve that for yourselves. You both deserve better than that.

[askourthur]

Could I get some words of encouragement for my exams? I'm lacking motivation, I was made to be silly D:

(Side note: the way you write is amazinggg I loved the little prompts you did)

“Oh course, I’m always here to be a gentle shoulder to rely on. I want you to eat good, drink a lot of water, and rest well before your exams. Before you set foot into that room, tell yourself you’re going to pass. Tell yourself over and over until you’ve finished and you’re holding your head high.

We are so proud of you.” -Oscar

[protector-culture-is]

protector culture is reassuring the other protector that it's nice and safe inside the house during the storm, and it would be okay for us to go to the kitchen for a snack because im hungry or at least sit in the other room where we can see tv 🤣

this is totally not related to the other ask we sent :D [sarcasm]

~ 💾

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[bellysoupset]

Sorry, not a story request, but I'm not sure how else people ask questions anonymously, I'm a little new :( I wanted to also start writing and posting sickfics on here and was curious if you have any tips about how to start off? :)

Hi anon! No worries, you hit the right button 😉

I have a tag with some more extensive advice #meta, but overall the most important tips I can give you:

Write what YOU like. Don't write what you think will be popular, it'll mean much more if you get a single like in what you actually like than a 100 in something you don't. Have fun with it, be self indulgent and just allow yourself to fall in love with your characters. .

Use the tags! #sickfic and #emeto, as well as whatever other illnesses/situations you have! .

Organize your writing. Have a general tag and have a masterlist. It's so easy to get lost in what you've written or not, have a comprehensible way of going back on it, so you can always check the details you included. I talked more about it here .

Interact with other authors and with anons! We're not entitled to interaction, so just like I wouldn't recommend you reblog/comment on stuff you don't actually like, I can't promise people will do that for you too. That said, it IS important to be open and engage with others, we share our works because we want to connect with people, right?

And let me be the first to say, welcome in! I hope you have fun, anon!

[luyo-mi]

I MAY BE DOING MY MIDTERMS RN BUT-

I SAW THE ANNOUNCEMENT FOR THE TWST ANNIVERSARY

AND IM HERE TO SAY OH FUUUUUCK

im lucky i have both leona birthday cards so far so i can...maybe?? go for fairy gala leona

BUT YRGRHHSH KINGLY GARB IS ALMOST HERE

AND THE WORST THING IS THAT FAIRY GALA IS PROBABLY GOING TO RERUN LATER THIS YEAR AROUND THE SAME TIME SO WHO DO I EVEN GO FOR???

-the struggles of the leona simp anon 🦁

YA WANNA KNOW WHAT ELSE IS FUCKED UP

THEY REALLY GONNA ADD IN MALLEUS DORM CARD DURING THE ANNIVERSARY AS WELL LIKE WHATTT

MAN I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT TO DO ANYMORE LEONA SIMP ANON 🦁 THE STRUGGLE IS VERY REALLL

I MIGHT JUST GIVE UP AND STAY STRONG FOR KINGLY GARB TBH BC IM GROWING WHITE HAIRS FROM ALL THIS STRESS

[sforzesco]

Allow me, if you will, a moment to go absolutely rabid over your blog and everything that goes on here. I’ve always loved history but the USA hardly likes teaching anything that isn’t American History. I’ve forgotten how much I love WORLD history, specifically the rise and fall of empires.

I’ve been smothering myself in your posts and I love it ALL. JC, Pompey, Crassus, Sulla, Octavian, Antony, Cassius, and Brutus. Wow what a mood. You don’t miss on your references or your modern AU’s and I’m over here like- I’m trying to buy whatever web comic you put out, book you write, etc.

Also, if you’d be so kind to list some material with like themes to start breaking into these topics. Preferably materials in English or translated materials.

HELL YEAH LET'S GO

if you really want to start on the ground floor for breaking into something, I'd recommend my personal favorite approach which is picking the figure that's most interesting to you, reading through plutarch's biography on them (free! online! in english!) and then putting their name through a jstor search and reading whatever sounds fun.

other than that, the primary theme I've been wandering around in lately, so these are the materials I've been really enjoyed related to that:

The Deaths of the Republic: Imagery of the Body Politic in Ciceronian Rome, Brian Walters

The Game of Death in Ancient Rome: Arena Sport and Political Suicide, Paul Plass

Ideology in Cold Blood: A Reading of Lucan's Civil War, Shadi Bartsch

Statius and Virgil: The Thebaid and the Reinterpretation of the Aeneid, Randall T. Ganiban

Rome, Blood & Power, Gareth C Sampson

I also have a comparatives tag where I play connect the dots with texts that made my brain go brrr

[greensaplinggrace]

You are holy smokes but change art style to writing style.

ach this is so flattering thank you!! getting compliments on my writing flusters me so bad lakjsdf. you're very kind, nonny

which moot am i (x)

[sednonamoris]

HIIIIII !!!!!! you'll probably know who this is, but do you have any tips / advice for writing? your style is super flowy + beautiful, and I was wondering if there's any advice you'd have for improving my own writing? any ways to stay consistent, not ramble, anything! kinda stressing over this thing I have to write and.. idk what i'm doing.

hiiii tysm i’m so flattered you enjoy my writing style 🥹💓 you’ve come to the right place bc i LOVE talking abt writing!!! prepare for me to be so annoying lol

my first piece of advice is to read everything you possibly can. everything. completely trite garbage and Literature with a capital L and sci-fi/fantasy and nonfiction and newspaper articles and billboards and road signs. think about the things you love and the things you hate. what makes up the parts of the stuff you like to read? what makes you dislike something and how can you avoid sounding like that? what do you want to sound like? absorb it all like a sponge.

part two is to ponder sentences. (this is my primary occupation as sentences are a great passion of mine 😌) every single sentence you write is having a gorgeous conversation with the next. they’re holding hands. they’re kissing. each idea flows into the next like gentle waves that roll into high tide when you hit the crescendo or the point or whatever it is you really want your readers to understand. part of this pondering is also the constructing/reconstructing process. there’s a million and one ways to say stuff, but how do you like it best? don’t be afraid to play around with the verbiage and vernacular and sentence structure until you’re satisfied. also remember that length variation is your friend.

idk if i have any true advice about consistency bc my writing process is extremely chaotic, but something i swear by is really really really rough outlines. for example, the chapter notes for ‘pony up’ in ghost story were literally

jack comes up to ghost (out of the norm) says he's bored ghost asks if he knows how to ride he says no ghost says about time you learned. and that's that. also ghost should be smoking when he comes up don't ask why it's just cunty

this is a hot pile of steaming shit. BUT it’s also a starting point. blank pages are way scarier than hot garbage. let this be the part where you ramble, so you have what you actually want on paper and then pare things down and refine some of the points you want to make from there.

the last thing i’ll say is just to put your whole entire (gender neutral) pussy into it!! sing it loud and proud in a voice you recognize as your own. the thing about writing, and really storytelling in general, is that all of it has been done before except that it hasn’t. we’ve told every story there is to tell and said everything there is to say except not quite like that. not quite like you. so go crazy!!

[fic-dumpster]

I'm using leneige(?) if i'm not wrong? Honestly i stopped using skincare but that day i'm using it because my acne is back and that is very very annoying AND I HAVE TO PHOTO FOR MY PASSPORT TOMORROW MY ACNE IS STILL ALIVE LIKE HOW?!?!

(I'm sorry if I respond too late 😭😭 I've physics exam on 22nd January. I'm dyinggg my brain cannot take this shit any more 😭😭😭😭)

-🌚 anon

Oohh, me thinks laneige is good. Their lip masks and the cream skin toner are my favs! I also have a theory that the Korean version is better than the American one… idk why. My skin just feels it. What’s your skin type? Kwbemdnsn put those star patches and take the photo… I did that (by accident but still) 🤡✌🏻🥹

Idk if this would suit your skin type but I use BHA (from Cosrx) and put it on my pimples for like… 6 times a day (listen, I know it’s a lot but istg it works). Just on the spot. It’s for emergencies so not everyday. The pimples are gone by the next morning. I have very sensitive combo skin (tending to oily).

[her-golden-sword]

Everyone in Ithaca’s palace seemed to be delighted.

Odysseus was back home. Telemachus watched with a smile, he then felt a hand on his shoulder. Athena…

She looked at him like she was going to pick out the flowers to put on his grave. Something felt off.. the sky was very gray today. And he felt shivers…

Why did it feel so.. wrong?

He had smiled, before running over to hug his father. But he felt a shock course through him, he fell on the spot. Almost everyone came rushing forward.

Almost.

Athena stood to the side, with her arms crossed. She seemed cautious, gripping her shield tightly.

“Sorry, I just tripped.” The prince laughed nervously, shaking it off as no such big deal. But then, everything around him went blue, time moved slow, well. It felt like it did.

“I’m sorry for this,” Athena had said. “I’m sorry.”

The quick thought then ended, before a BOOM came from afar.. Lightning crackled at his feet…

Oh no.

- 🪻

HELLO??? OW....

[gurugirl]

hii!!!  Honestly, I love your work so much. I have read your works since you posted the Step Daddy series, and it made me want to read more and more of your works, and now I am planning to write fic too, and I would like to thank you for that because I'm sure it was your work that has inspired me. So thank you. 

Also, do you have any tips for first-time writers? Because I'm so nervous to post, because what if people won't like it?? So many questions, lol

Hi babe! Oh, this is so sweet! That's such a big compliment, so thank you for telling me 🥰 And of course, you're welcome. I love writing so it's truly my pleasure.

These tips are just based on how I went about things - everyone does things differently so do what you think is best for you!

Mostly it was just a whim when I started this blog. I have always enjoyed writing since I was little, and when I started reading fic, a handful of years ago, I was inspired to write a little of my own as well! So I wrote (just for myself) for about a year or so before one day I decided to start this blog and begin posting what I'd already written just to see what would happen. I was a little nervous too but I did it and haven't looked back :)

That's really it! If you're going to post to Tumblr just be sure to tag appropriately so your fics get noticed. Tagging is important here on tumblr so people can discover you!

And as for what if people don't like it? I have to be honest and say even the best writers will have people who don't like their writing. So you do need to prepare yourself for a little of that. It goes with the territory. Posting your fics to any online platform puts you up for scrutiny (good and bad). I try to ignore or move on from bad reviews and not let them get to me but that's always easier said than done. You will have to try and balance the bad with the good and continue writing and just making yourself better and better and come into your own style (if you want).

But mostly... just have fun! Too many people take fic writing/reading way too seriously and get very offended and petty at times, and it eats away at the joy of what this space is meant to be about. There are definitely people here that are not nice so be cautious and be kind. Just be sure to step away if things feel too serious for you or you start obsessing about who's following you, who's following your mutual, who's unfollowing you, etc. Try and go about this as lightheartedly as you can with the understanding that this isn't real life - it's tumblr and fic and your real life is all around you in your day-to-day. Don't let yourself get hurt by petty people and rude anons.

I hope any of this helps you! This is just from my own experience over the last couple of years I've been here.

xoxo

[lucycoralia]

And for finale parte 3 with my mc bunny girl and Pop in happy tree friends 🐻💕💕

Hi all nice to meet you!!🐾💕💖

[protector-culture-is]

... Protector culture is normally being calm and chill to help us deal with when we get triggered, but then we get triggered in a very particular way and now you're fronting with the rage-holding fragment, so now you're experiencing being supremely and righteously pissed off for the first time. Which is both awesome and terrible.

(- 🍃🐈)

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[latenighttalkinqwp]

hey girl! could u do a fic of compilations of reader and Paige being the cutest couple on the court or off the court

maybe even both?👀

love ya💕

americas favorite couple : a thread

1. warm-up welcome

before every game, you and paige have a pre-game ritual — she always finds her in the stands, gives a quick wink, and mouths, “let’s get it.” it’s subtle, but it’s your thing, and it never fails to get paige locked in.

2. you being her personal hype woman

no one hypes paige up like you. whether it’s a no-look pass or a step-back three, youre the first one jumping up, screaming, and filming the replay like a proud mom and a cheerleader rolled into one. very much draft paige vibes!!

3. “he just comes runnin over to me”

after every game, win or loss, paige sprints over, wraps you up in a sweaty hug, and plants the softest kiss on your cheek. it's always wholesome, never over the top — just the perfect, real-life sports movie moment. the tiktok edits are always top tier

4. matching moments

you guys definitely got matching customized sneakers with little doodles only they understand — a tiny heart here, initials there, maybe a date inked in. very subtle, but you can tell there's a whole love story within the shoe. people beg for them to be released 24/7

5. makeshift date nights

while other couples do dinner and movies, you and paige are in the gym. you get rebounds for her, and critique her form ( even if you have no clue what you’re talking about ) . you guys play 1v1, trash talk, and fall for each other all over again .

6. lazy days

off the court? you guys will be in oversized hoodies, making silly tiktoks, dancing terribly (but together), and giggling at random animal videos. you definitely cook dinner for each other, and cozy up on the couch and binge netflix

7. good luck notes for away games

every now and then, paige finds a folded note in her shoe before an away game you couldn’t make it to— which usually says something like “God’s got you, and i’m cheering you on from the couch!” she doesn’t say anything, but her smile walking on the court lets you know that she found it.

8. not so secret clothes swap

you always manage to wear her warmup hoodie like it’s designer, geno eventually gave up on trying to ask paige where hers was. in return, paige somehow ends up in your hoodie post-game, smelling like ariana grande compared to her usual cologne.

9. post game interviews

in the post game conference, paige will somehow always find a way to bring up ‘her girl’ and make it known how much she is thankful for you ( while looking dead at you )

10. “i want a relationship like this”

whether it’s holding hands walking out of the arena, supporting each other through injuries, or just being each other’s safe space after a tough loss, you and paige prove that the best kind of love is the kind that shows up — on the court, off the court, and always.

- thank you so much for reading all the way through! click here to see my masterlist

- this was SO fun to write ( im so sorry this request took me ages anon, im terrible at remembering to write 😭 ) i loved this so much, keep the reqs coming !

[heavyhitterheaux]

Back to You

AN: angst with some fluff!

Synopsis: It's the first game of the season, and you promised your boyfriend that you would be in the audience cheering him on. But when you don't make an appearance at the game, Joe quickly grows annoyed at you until he learns the reason why

Pairing: Joe Burrow x Reader

Requested by: a lovely anon 💕

Please Do Not Repost My Content Anywhere

“If you keep giving me kisses, you're going to be late.” You told your boyfriend of two years as he continued giving you small pecks and you peeked past him to look at the clock that was hanging behind him on the wall.

“Not you complaining that I need my good luck kisses.” Joe responded while turning up his nose at you.

“I'm not complaining by any means. I just don't want you to be late. You know how much I love giving you kisses.” You told him as your arms wrapped around him as he kissed your forehead.

“I love giving you kisses somewhere else too and you’re wearing my jersey tonight, correct? I love seeing you in it and I love it even more when I take it off when the game is over.” Joe asked and you rolled your eyes.

“No, I'm wearing Ja'Marr's along with the hoodie he gave me.”

Now it was Joe’s turn to roll his eyes and suck his teeth.

“Babe? Seriously?”

“You're the one asking stupid questions, not me.”

“There's no such thing as a stupid question.”

“Hmm, Joseph, I beg to differ. Now please go so you won't be late. I love you.” You told him as you reached up on your toes to give him one more kiss which he gladly accepted.

“I love you too and I'll see you when you get there.”

“I'm going to need a huge mountain of mozzarella sticks when I do. Probably throw some nachos in there too for good measure.”

“Did you forget that you ate yourself into a food coma last week and fell asleep in the last 10 minutes of the game?”

“Nope, and I'm getting ready to do it again.”

Joe just shook his head at you knowing that you would be complaining about it later.

“See you when you get there, babe.” He told you as he played with your necklace that he had gifted you with his name on it.

“Can't wait to see you win this one.”

After Joe had gotten into his car and pulled off to make his way to the stadium, you took the steps two at a time to head to your master bedroom in order to get ready to head to the game. Your sister was coming with you since she was able to get off of work because someone switched swifts with her. Even if she was the owner of her own shop, she needed someone she could trust to handle things when she wasn’t going to be there. She was actually the reason that the two of you were together in the first place, but it was definitely a love at first sight type of situation.

Your sister just so happened to own a bakery and was very surprised when Joe walked in one day and was casually browsing the display case of treats. That day she was short staffed and you were helping her out for a few hours since you loved to bake in your spare time and knew your way around a kitchen. Natalie just loved it even more to eventually make a career out of it. As Joe was asking about the different desserts and pastries, your sister Natalie kept seeing his eyes wander in your direction.

“She’s single and I need for you to take me out of my misery because she is always all up under me.” She told him as she nudged her head in your direction. She knew how big of a crush you had on Joe with you being a huge football fan and thought it was hilarious that you hadn't recognized him yet being in the very same store breathing in the same air. She knew it was only a matter of time before you turned around and saw him.

Hearing this, Joe's eyes went wide and he began to stutter.

“What? I… um…”

“She's my baby sister. Go over there and talk to her.”

Ever since that moment, the two of you had been inseparable.

You told Natalie that you were going to pick her up so that she didn't have to worry about driving through the city which you knew that she despised and would try to avoid at all costs. Knowing her if she drove, she probably wouldn’t even make it to the game until halftime since all she liked to take were backroads.

You- Getting ready now! Leaving the house in about twenty minutes!

Natalie- Okay! Just text me when you get here. I'm excited and can't wait to eat ourselves into a food coma lol 🤣

You- Will do! And Joe will just have to deal with it

Your shower had been taken with Joe an hour and a half before so all that was left for you to do was to get dressed. Slipping on Joe's jersey as promised, you then slipped on your jeans before grabbing your black and orange converses. As you sat down at your vanity, light makeup was applied before putting your knotless braids into a high ponytail with an orange bow holding it in place.

Taking one last look in your shared bedroom, you made sure that nothing was left behind that you might need as you slipped your crossbody up over your head to rest on your shoulder.

It would take you about fifteen minutes to get to Natalie's house and then it would take another thirty in order to get to the stadium coming from that direction. As you made your way out of the neighborhood and stopped at a red light, a quick text was sent to let her know that you were on your way. The light then turned green and you promptly entered the intersection before your head suddenly slammed against your driver's side window knocking you unconscious.

There were only mere minutes until the game started and there was no sign of either you or your sister in the stands which made Joe extremely nervous. He knew you didn't mention stopping anywhere except to get Natalie so he didn't quite understand.

You had mentioned that you would leave the house about twenty minutes after he did, so you should have been there by now with Natalie and he couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that he was having. A feeling that something was incredibly wrong. But on the other hand, maybe something important had happened because he knew for a fact that the last thing you would ever do is miss one of his home games.

Kickoff had now begun with the defense taking the field first. Joe was constantly looking over his shoulder every few minutes hoping that you would suddenly appear, but every single time he came up empty. Ja’Marr could tell that Joe was distracted and made it a point to ask him about it.

“You good?” He asked, breaking Joe out of his thoughts.

“Y/N and Natalie aren’t here yet and I don’t know where they could be. She literally told me that she was going to leave the house about twenty minutes after I did to get her sister and then that would make her only be thirty minutes away. She never misses a home game if she can help it. I’m worried, but also starting to get annoyed at her because she promised she’d be here.”

“Hey, I’m sure that there’s some type of explanation for all this. Hopefully they’ll be here by the time the first quarter is over. But for now we need to focus to get this win.” Ja’Marr told him and Joe simply nodded his head. Ja’Marr could tell that he was obviously still annoyed, but was hoping that this didn’t cause Joe not to focus on what was happening in front of him.

The game was now over with the Bengals winning over the Chiefs 38 to 31 and Joe was now more than annoyed with you. Pissed off was more like it as he began to get dressed to head home after taking a shower.

“Joe, get your phone, it’s been going off nonstop.” Tee told him as he walked by making Joe quickly pick it up to look at it.

Staring back at him was a total of seventeen missed calls all from Natalie as well as an unknown number that he didn’t recognize. Seeing how many there were instantly made his heart drop as he picked it up to call your sister back. One thing that did stick out to him was the fact that there weren’t any missed calls from you and the sinking feeling that he had gotten in the pit of his stomach was now more prominent.

Natalie didn’t even give the phone a chance to ring before she picked it up to answer.

“JOE! THANK GOD!”

“Natalie, what…. What is going on? Why didn’t the two of you come to the game?”

She wasted no time and was talking a mile a minute.

“Y/N was on her way to get me and I know that because she sent me a text telling me, but she literally never made it here.”

“What do you mean she never made it there?” Joe asked with a lump in his throat forming.

“I literally just got a call from the hospital. I had been trying to call her for hours, but she didn’t answer. Someone hit her car while she was crossing the intersection by the light closest to where you guys live. She has you listed as her emergency contact, but since they couldn’t get a hold of you, they called me. I’m on my way there now and oh my God, I hope she’s okay. They wouldn’t tell me anything over the phone. Joe, she is my only sister and there is no way I can…”

“Okay, Natalie. I know this is the last thing you want to hear right now, but you need to calm down and breathe. You’re driving so I want you to get there safely. Just focus on the road and I’ll meet you there. Which hospital is it?” Joe tried to comfort your big sister as best as he could when he was falling apart at the seams himself.

“University of Cincinnati Medical Center.”

“I’m on my way now.”

With a shaky hand, Joe quickly hung up the phone and got dressed in under two minutes. There was literally no time for him to do a press conference because seeing if you were okay was his main priority. Grabbing his bag, he practically ran out of the stadium and heard Tee yelling behind him.

“Joe, where’s the fire?!”

“Y/N got into an accident and I don’t know if she’s okay or not. They’re going to have to do the press conference without me and get the fuck over it.”

As Joe was driving, he started to feel guilty about being mad at you before he found out what had actually happened. He was simply praying for you to be okay when he got there and you not being at the game was now the least of his worries since there would be plenty more.

It only took him about fifteen minutes to get to the hospital as he weaved in and out of traffic and quickly parked before practically taking off running to the emergency room entrance. Once he passed the threshold and signed in at the security desk, he saw your sister down the hallway talking on the phone and quickly went over to her. Her face was red and puffy from crying, but she immediately took the phone away from her ear once she saw Joe.

“Where is she? How is she?”

“She’s okay, thank goodness. It just looks worse than it actually is. Just talking to my dad. She’s in that room right over there.” She told him as she pointed.

Joe quickly nodded his head before walking down the hallway to your room. Once he got there, the door was open and he saw your eyes closed while the television was on a low volume in the background. Your face was covered in streaks of blood and scratches as bruises were taking form on your arms on the skin that was exposed. Your Bengals jersey had splatters of blood covering it and he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. It hurt Joe to see you in that state, but he was simply happy that you were alive.

Hearing footsteps, you quickly opened your eyes to look towards the door and let out a sob when you saw your boyfriend who immediately embraced you in a hug.

“I’m sorry… I…” You started to say, but he promptly cut you off.

“You have nothing to be sorry for. You’re alive and that’s all that matters.” He told you as he rubbed small circles along your back.

“But I broke my promise. I told you that I would be there.”

“Baby, that is the last thing we need to worry about and besides, this was in no way, shape or form your fault. Do you remember what happened?”

“A little bit. I was at the light and it was red, so I sent a text to Natalie telling her that I was coming. The light turned green and I proceeded to go and that was when someone hit me. I hit my head on the window and that’s where all these little cut marks are from apparently. Next thing I knew, I woke up and I was here. They got your number out of my phone, but I told them that you were a little busy and to call Natalie.”

“I am never too busy for you, you know better.”

“I just… I wanted to be there for you, first game of the season and I missed it.”

“You have the rest of the entire season to be there for me. I needed to be there for you today.”

“There’s one more thing…” You said as you looked down and played with your necklace at the same time.

“What is it, babe?”

“My car….. Is probably totaled from the impact. He was going at a high speed and I was told that it’s a miracle that I’m even still alive to tell the tale because the car is unrecognizable.”

“As soon as you’re all healed from this, we’ll go and get you a new one. But once again, that is the last thing that we need to be worrying about. Until then, I’m driving you everywhere and I don’t want to hear any complaints.”

“Oh good, I’m probably going to make my first stop at Sephora.”

“Wait… hold on…”

“And Target too.”

Joe simply sighed before nodding his head because he knew that he would do anything to put a smile on your face.

“It looks like you were the one who needed the good luck kisses today.” He told you and you scoffed.

“Oh wait! Did you guys win?!” You asked as the thought popped up into your head.

“We did.”

“So, it looks like the good luck kisses worked both ways. I need to give them to you more often.”

It was another hour and a half before the doctor cleared you to leave the hospital and you convinced Joe to get you McDonald’s before heading home since you weren’t able to get your nachos and mozzarella sticks at the game.

After taking a shower and washing off the day's events, you quickly put your hair up and slipped on your comfy black and orange Bengals pajamas as you slid in bed next to Joe who promptly put his arms around you and kissed your forehead. He glanced down at you to see that you were looking back up at him and he reached down to kiss the tip of your nose.

“Your mind is racing, what are you thinking?” You asked as you held onto him tighter.

“That I came very close to losing the love of my life today and how thankful I am that I still get to hold her.”

You sighed and simply nodded, not really knowing what to say.

“And it made me feel guilty when I did find out what happened and why you weren’t there because I can admit, I was upset and pissed off. I just thought ‘why would she promise me that she was coming and she’s nowhere in sight?’”

“You know that I always keep my promises whether it’s big or small. But, it didn't happen today.” You softly said to him and he simply nodded.

“You came back to me and that is literally all I could have asked for.”

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Screens III

Read Screens I and Screens II here first | ~3.5k words

From me: Got a request not to long ago about this one 💕 as always please thank my sweet 🪁-anon. I haven't heard from them in a while, but the story wouldn't be around if it weren't for them.

Warnings: angsty comfort, mentions of hospitals and eye surgery

Summary: Harry is unbelievably patient with his favorite patient after surgery. She is grumpy and tired. She feels bad for being mean to Harry but he doesn't mind in the slightest.

“It’s going to ruin our entire summer break,” she frowned.

“S’not, my love,” he sighed. “The healing time is upwards of eight weeks—”

“Months.”

He ignored her. “—but the doctor said y’can resume your normal activities after a week,” he shook his head. “I know it is a lot of months, kitten,” he agreed. She was sitting on the sofa and Harry crouched in front of her, cupped her pretty face and smiled. Gently, he skimmed his thumbs beneath the rim of her glasses admiring her gorgeous face. “But s’not going t’be the bad recovery that entire time. Y’can read and we can watch TV like normal after a couple days,” he reminded her. He kissed her forehead. “We’ll still be able t’go to the beach take walks, everything we usually do in the summer,” he assured her. “Y’take such good care of your eyes as is, kitten. S’jus’ a few days t’let me wait on you. S’that so bad?”

“Yes,” she looked away from him, his gaze felt too warm, and he was going to make her cave. She would agree to anything staring into the prettiest eyes known to man. “You shouldn’t have to wait on me.”

“S’my favorite thing t’do, angel. If you would jus’ let me,” he rolled his eyes. She sighed and looked away.

“Are you scared?” He murmured. She didn’t answer but he watched the small twitch of her lip like she was trying to hold back the cry she wanted to let out. He decided to tell her first. “M’scared,” he nodded. “M’favorite person in surgery?” He grabbed her hand and twisted the diamond on her left ring finger. “It’s scary,” he whispered, agreeing with his own statement. She wiped her cheek before he could. He held the side of her face with his other hand again and brushed it on her cheek. “Wouldn’t you be scared if I had t’get surgery?” She nodded. Still not answering. Harry watched the way she swallowed trying to hold her tears back. “I want t’take care of you, kitten. S’gonna be in our vows so y’may as well let it happen,” he kissed her temple. “It’ll be fine,” he sounded so sure. So confident. That she wasn’t going to be a pain and make him miserable.

The date was set, and it felt like a looming black hole. But Harry was as reassuring as he could be. She was utterly nervous. It was obvious and Harry tried to make her feel better. But all she could think about was complications. They told her it wouldn’t get worse, but she didn’t believe she had that kind of luck. What if it did get worse? What if she couldn’t see this beautiful home she and Harry moved into last summer? What if she couldn’t see Harry’s gorgeous eyes? Or the pretty engagement ring he gave her when they were unpacking the kitchen boxes when they moved in? She was all sweaty and gross and he proposed to her anyway and the ring was so stunning it was a beautiful reminder of how much she loved him and it was horrible to think she wouldn’t get to admire it ever again. What if she never saw his sweet smile after surgery? Those pretty dimples that made her blush? What if she couldn’t see his tattoos? Or their future kids? Or—

She shook her head the tears filling her already blurred vision. Harry moved toward her, crowding her on the couch. He tucked her toward his body and rested his chin on the top of her head and let her little sniffles resume. Her tears fell on his shirt for a few moments while he let her grieve and feel sad. “How do you have so much hope?” She croaked.

“Because y’need me too,” he had a smile in his voice. “When m’overwhelmed at work y’always make me tea and rub my shoulders. Y’help me grade and pick up the slack around here that I can’t handle.”

“This is so much more than that.”

“No s’not, angel. S’jus’ me picking up the slack,” he assured her. “S’going t’be fine. If I have to learn t’be an eye surgeon myself t’fix you, I will,” he promised.

Her heart fluttered and she nosed at his chest. “I don’t know who in the universe thought to put us together, Harry, but I’m glad they did.”

*

“Hey beautiful,” his sweet voice was close to her and she could make out the feel of his fingers on her hand slowly creeping up the length of her arm. “Y’did a good job, angel, so I hear,” she could feel his breath on her cheek as he spoke. He kissed her forehead. “Y’okay?” He asked.

 She nodded, afraid to use her voice. Scared to know if it worked or not. She was going to keep the eye patches on for as long as possible. “M’tired,” she mumbled.

“Yeah, okay,” he agreed and gave her hand a squeeze. “Can I put this back on?” The question wasn’t directed to her his voice bounced off the wall further away from him.

“Oh of course,” the nurse answered. “It’s a beautiful ring, love.”

She felt herself blushing. As one of the first things Harry wanted to do upon seeing her awake from surgery, it made her feel warm all over that he loved her so much that he wanted the engagement ring on her finger again as soon as possible. She felt Harry carefully slide it back into it’s rightful place and he gave her ring finger several kisses along the length of it. Her heart skipped a beat. It felt like he was proposing to her all over again. He chuckled softly, not missing a beat as he answered the nurse. “Had t’match the girl,” she knew he was winking at her. Even if she couldn’t see it.

The emotion got caught in her throat. “Am I allowed to cry?” She asked suddenly.

Harry went very quiet, his light laughter dying on the spot. Still, his hand squeezed her hand again, assuring her he was there. Even if she wanted to cry. Because he loved her so much. Even if she was blind. He rotated the diamond around her finger. “Yes, of course. It’s natural, and it’ll actually help keep your eyes lubricated,” she answered.

She turned her head away from the direction of Harry’s voice and let the tears leak out. “M’tired,” she repeated.

“Sure, angel, go to sleep,” he whispered and kissed the top of her head. “I’ll be here,” he promised.

*

Harry was such a trooper. He asked her doctors and nurses a little more than one million questions before she was discharged. She swore he was taking notes as they answered each one. If there was a precaution to take, Harry wasn’t going to take it lightly. Everything was going to be done properly and perfectly because Harry would make sure of it because nothing was more important than her health and well-being.

The poor thing knew she was being a bitch. There was no other way to describe her behavior. She snapped when he tried to hold her close and walk her up the steps to their house. Snapped when he took too long to get to her side. It was so unfair to him, and she couldn’t stop the frustration in her voice.

On top of that, she wore the bandages anyway. She hadn’t opened her eyes once unless the doctor needed to check them because she was too scared—her vision was beyond blurry when she did. They said everything looked fine and it would get better in a few hours. Everything went as expected. But she just didn’t want to believe it. It was the hope that would kill her.

Everything would remain a bit blurry for the first few days of recovery whether she wore her glasses or not so she figured she would leave the bandages in place. Not being able to see would be easier than the alternative. Harry let her wallow in self-pity because he was too kind.

In fact, he didn’t even register her frustration. He spoke to her so kindly and sweetly the entire time. Like he always did. He didn’t care that she was grumpy. Just took her pain and anxiety and ignored her crummy attitude. The biting tone didn’t affect him in the slightest and she would probably never forgive herself for being so rude to an angel like Harry.

“D’you want something t’eat, kitten?” He asked after settling her on the couch and draping a blank across her body. He kissed her forehead and headed away, his quiet footsteps moving toward their kitchen.

“No,” she muttered. Her stomach still felt queasy from the anesthesia.

“Not even some soup?”

“No.”

“Okay, let me know if y’change your mind,” he sounded so casual about it. As if she was bitch to him all the time. It hurt her heart. She took a deep breath and tilted her neck. If she could see, she would be staring at the ceiling. She placed her arm over her eyes. “Don’t do that, my love. You’re not supposed t’rub them, angel,” his voice was gentle, and he brought her a cup of tea. He crouched in front of her, the volume and pitch of his voice shifting as he got closer to her. Just like he had when he told her it would all be okay a few short days ago. Gently, he coaxed her arm off her face.

She sighed heavily and removed her arm with a huff. Harry again, didn’t mind her attitude. He rubbed her arm instead as it laid beside her. She was grumpy once more. “Can you just go away?” Her voice cracked. “Please? I just want to be alone.”

“No,” he shrugged simply. She didn’t need to see to know he was smiling so very kindly at her.

She swallowed and felt the sob break out of her before she could stop it.

Harry looked at her with pity, even with bandages covering her eyes, she knew it. She could feel it. Even if she had them off with her blurry vision, she would be able to see it. He reached forward, combed her hair back a bit behind her ear and kissed her softly on the forehead. “S’okay, baby. S’okay,” he promised. She didn’t think it was, but she couldn’t help but feel comforted by Harry’s sweetness anyway. “Just relax, kitten. M’not going anywhere,” he assured her, shifting her so he could sit beside her and let her sob her heart and eyes out until she was content. “M’sorry, angel. M’so sorry,” he murmured into her hair, squeezing her gently to his side, and rubbing her hip like it was his fault she was in a bad mood.

Why he still wanted to marry her she would never understand.

*

Waking up unable to see was a bit jarring to say the least. For a brief moment she really thought she was blind. She forgot the bandages over her eyes. The feel of Harry’s hand skimming up and down her arm was comforting but made her anxious despite how nice it was.

“Good morning, my love. How did y’sleep?”

“Fine,” she mumbled.

She wasn’t in pain. She didn’t really remember much of her sleep. Harry’s voice was above her, her back pressed to him. It took her a moment to realize she was on the sofa. Harry had her laying along the length of him.  She sat up carefully, her head spinning a bit. “Are y’in any pain, kitten?” He asked.

She shook her head. She wasn’t. Her eyes were just very dark because of the bandages.

“Do y’want t’take the bandages off now, angel?”

She shook her head again. “No thank you.”

Poor Harry. She wondered if he was getting tired of her bullshit. That’s what it was really. Her being a sulking brat.

“Alright, then c’mon, love,” he encouraged gently. “Y’always feel better after a shower.”

“I can’t wash my hair,” she grumbled. “I can’t get soap in my eyes.”

“I have a plan for that, angel, c’mon,” he repeated and coaxed her to stand. “M’not trying t’force you, m’just asking again since you’re going t’shower... do y’want to take the bandages off?” He murmured.

She shook her head.

“Alright,” he shrugged and guided her toward the bathroom. “Do y’want t’undress yourself, or do y’want me to do it?” She looked away even though the emotion in her eyes was guarded by the bandages. The tremble in her lip must have given her away. “You’re breaking m’heart, kitten,” he mumbled as he slid her sweats down her legs. He knelt in front of her, rubbing his hand on the outside of her right knee and he placed a kiss to the center of her thigh. “Hold on to m’shoulder, love, while y’step out of your pants, I don’t want you t’fall.”

She listened to him. The ache in her throat felt so strong she wanted to burst into tears again. He lifted her foot and she felt like the strangest but most precious princess as he helped her out of her clothes. “M’gonna do your shirt now,” he warned and lifted the hem from her hips. He kept his hands inside the collar of it and pushed it away from her face as he moved it over her head. “D’you want t’get in on your own or do you want me t’join?”

It was kind of him to give her options even though she’d been extremely uncooperative. Poor Harry was serious when he said he would be happy to wait on her, but she didn’t think he had anticipated just how sour her mood was going to be. He was endlessly patient, and it had hardly been a day. With no answer, he kissed her temple and  gave her arm a reassuring squeeze. “M’gonna let you do your thing, love. Jus’ watch your eyes. M’gonna deal with your hair, so just wash your pretty body, yeah? Shout if y’need something kitten. M’gonna sit right outside the door,” he pressed a kiss to the side of her head and then she heard the soft click of the door shutting behind him.

It was probably for the best that he didn’t join her. It would just make her think about how unfair it was that she would never see his ridiculously hot body slathered in soap and water again.

She got herself sudsy and let the hot water burn into her achy muscles. She didn’t even do anything that warranted that soreness, but it felt like she had run a marathon. She avoided getting water in her eyes and her hair was only half wet by the time she felt she had used up most of the hot water. “Harry?” She asked softly once the water was off.

Instantly the door opened. “Feel any better?” He asked. She didn’t respond.

“Can I have my towel?”

Harry wrapped her in one of their big fluffy towels. It felt warm, soft, and now that she couldn’t see she felt even more aware of the feeling. He rubbed her arms gently and kissed her forehead. “Y’want to take the bandages off now?” He asked. She shook her head. “Okay, love. S’fine. C’mon,” he guided. She was obviously naked aside from her towel and Harry guided her toward the kitchen. “M’gonna sit you right here,” he told her and guided her to sit on the chair that was placed in front of their sink. “Y’warm enough, angel?” He asked.

She nodded.

“Be right back, kitten,” he kissed her forehead again.

Harry returned quickly. Quietly he hummed a tune in his head while he turned the water on. He cupped the back of her head and lifted her hair from behind her neck and over the ledge of the sink. “Such pretty hair, love,” he mumbled.

She wrapped the towel around her body a little tighter and tried not to think about how sweet he was being to her. His fingers were so gentle while he used the spray head to soak her hair. Her lip trembled again as he massaged her shampoo into her hair and scalp. “S’wrong, my love?” He frowned, unable to keep his worry out of his voice and no longer able to ignore how silently (but not really) upset she was.

“What if it’s worse?” Her voice cracked.

“Angel,” he frowned and brushed the water and suds back from her hairline. “S’not going t’be worse.”

“You don’t get it Harry,” she sniffled. “It’s been my whole life of bad eyesight. It’s just—”

“Let me take your bandages off, kitten.”

She shook her head. “No...I don’t want to know—”

“My love, jus’ let me try, please. I don’t want you t’be upset.”

She sniffled again. “You’re being so nice and I’m being such a bitch. You carried me, you’re washing my hair for god’s sake and—”

“Angel, I love you. This is nothing. You’re not being a bitch and m’sad you’re saying that about yourself,” there was a frown in his voice. But it was filled with love and adoration for her. “Please let me see your pretty eyes. I already miss them so much...”

She sobbed again and Harry cupped her cheek rubbing his thumb on her skin. “S’okay, love. S’okay,” he whispered. “M’jus’ gonna take these off slowly so I don’t pull your skin, yeah? You’re being so brave, and I know y’didn’t want t’do this. I know y’didn’t want t’try because you’re scared and you’re so brave, angel. You’re m’hero. Y’know that? Now will you open your pretty eyes, please? Want t’see the pretty color and get a good look at you.” She sniveled again and carefully pried her eyes open. Harry was blurry, but he was there. Handsome as ever. His deep dimples. His gorgeous green eyes. His soft skin.

She could see him. Clearly. As clear as possible without glasses. Even if the edges of her vision were still a bit blurry. It was obvious something had worked. Something was fixed.

She hadn’t expected that at all in the slightest.

“There she is,” he cooed rubbing his thumb beneath her eye. “How’s it looking, kitten?” Her nerves settled a bit, her tears slowed, her lip stopped wobbling as much. “Y’can see, huh?” He smiled, his dimple deepening. “M’happy for you, my love,” he went back to her hair stroking it and massaging her scalp. “Y’don’t have t’say it. M’proud of you,” and she could hardly breathe let alone speak. Harry was so nice and kind.

He continued humming. He ignored the tears that welled in her eyes, creating a pool since she was horizontal. He lathered her hair once more, massaging the product into her scalp and letting it rinse out. One hand rested protectively on her forehead making sure the water didn’t run astray. “Alright, my love, you’re all done,” he hummed and kissed the top of her forehead.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her lip still wobbling violently with the tears and sobs that were close behind her words.

“Y’have nothing t’be sorry for, kitten. You’re perfect,” he promised guiding her to stand and rubbing her toweled body gently. “Let’s get back t’bed.”

“Why did we sleep on the couch?” She asked.

“S’easier t’sleep us sitting up,” he shrugged.

“You slept sitting up because of me?” Her lower lip jutted out and she felt so overwhelmed it was embarrassing. The toll on her body between surgery and her sight was cause for an emotional catastrophe.

“S’no big deal,” he yawned. “Might take a cat nap though,” he shrugged and ushered her to sit on the bed. He helped her get dressed quickly, really milking it on her behalf.

“You can nap, I can...” she swallowed. “I’m sorry. I don’t need you to be treating me like I’m broken,” but she sniffled and cried as she spoke.

“M’not, angel. S’what m’supposed t’be doing. You’re my princess,” he reminded her. “M’jus’ gonna take a quick shower and then I’ll come back t’make your breakfast, s’that sound good?” He asked.

She nodded. “Harry?” She asked as he stepped away from the bed.

“Yeah, my love? What do you need?”

“You’re so beautiful,” she reached for his face, his cheek warmed under her hand. His smile grew and he looked at her shyly.

“Thank you, kitten. S’very sweet of you.”

“I’m sorry for being so mean,” her voice was air. “I shouldn’t do that when I’m madly in love with you.”

“Oh good, I was beginning t’worry,” he winked and pressed his lips to hers for a moment. “Be right back, angel. Shout if y’need something. Don’t worry if y’need my help or anything,” he reminded her.

“Harry,” she said softly again.

“Hmm?” He asked standing in the door, a smile on his face. “Need me already?”

Every minute of every day. All the time. “I love you,” she stated. “So much.”

“God, my love. The feeling is mutual.”

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