#soph snippets

[its-all-papaya]

[me being rlly normal, processing my current personal angst in a healthy way]:

“My job’s alright,” Lando concedes, “I’m lucky that I get to do it. I like it a lot of the time. I’m just… not sure that it’s the best thing for me. Anymore.” He can feel his heartbeat in his temples and his throat and his lip where it’s caught between his teeth. He’s never actually said it out loud, that. Not sure who he’d even say it to. Oscar twists a little on the sofa so they’re facing each other more directly, “Can you not do something else, then?” “I don’t know,” Lando doesn’t really want to talk about it, even if the soft, attentive look the conversation’s put on Oscar’s face is sort of nice, “It feels too late to just switch for no reason.” Oscar lifts an eyebrow, “Well it wouldn’t be for no reason. It would be to make you happier. That’s a good enough reason.” Lando puffs air out through his lips. His feet drop back to the floor, tension going out of him in a fell swoop that leaves him sort of curled on his side, blinking up at Oscar’s warm brown eyes. Steady. “Scary, innit? Making a choice like that?” he whispers up at them.

[sophsicle]

kyd chapter 28 sneak

[sofa-king-lame]

Snippet Saturday

Here's another snippet from my coda for 'On Purpose', tentatively named 'I Hold it All When I Hold You'. Currently at just over 3k words and almost done!

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Eddie, becoming more of a fan of theatrics as he let go of the repressed parts of himself, simply dragged his left hand out of his lap and held it up in front of his face. 

“Oh,” is all his father says. In his peripheral vision Eddie can see Adriana grinning and Sophia tearing up a little. 

“You’re married?” Helena gawps.  

“Engaged,” Eddie corrects, unable to stop the bright smile taking over his face. “To Buck.” 

“Not this again Edmundo,” Ramon sighs and honestly, fuck him. 

“Yes this again, Dad,” Eddie hisses. “Always this. I’m gay. I know you don’t want to hear it but I don’t fucking care. I’m gay and deeply in love with my best friend. We got engaged a week ago, and if that’s going to be a problem for you then you are more than welcome to not attend the wedding.” 

“Eddie,” Helena sighs and Eddie thinks if one more person sighs, he’ll flip the fucking table. “I think...you’ve had a really rough year, I think maybe you’re just confused.” 

“He’s not confused, Mom,” Adriana snaps. “He’s finally accepted who he is despite your best efforts to shame it out of him.” 

“Adriana this has nothing to do with you,” Ramon grunts. 

“Well that’s just not true,” Sophia snorts. “You think he enjoyed growing up in a household where the only acceptable future was two point five kids and a spouse of the opposite sex? We were in that house too, it was fucking suffocating.” 

“Soph,” Eddie says softly, because as much as he loves having his sisters defend him there’s no reason for them to ruin their relationship with their parents over this. Eddie pretty quickly accepted that coming out to his parents would probably mean the end of their relationship. He also pointedly does not mention to Sophia that she has a husband and two kids (and a cat). 

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As an Aussie writing "Mom" feels wrong but, you know. It's how they'd pronounce so I'm taking the hit.

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[pulletandraptor]

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About Pullet&Raptor:

My name is Sophie. You can call me Pullet (or Sophie, or Soph, or Jazmin. I also answer to Dragon.) I'm super new to Tumblr, so it's taking me a while to learn everything. Feels like I'm navigating the Delta Quadrant over here. My personal journey and all my extraneous thoughts can be found here: #journal.

*I have a disability.

What you be doin' on Tumblr?

Pullet Simblr →  I spend most of my time on Tumblr over here.

Cartoon House Design → Another simblr side blog that is probably going to make me famous or miserable, because I should be famous.

I'm working on my current creative writing project. → #Daily Favorite Line, #Flash Fiction Friday, #WriteCamp, and

...working on reinventing myself with these journal prompts by @malusokay.

Or, or I'm skulking around people who write, people who post things related to writing, and or writing groups.

Recommended Tumblr Reading

I've also turned into an avid reader lately. Here are some of the stories that I'm following on Tumblr. (Many of these stories are current works in progress that writers are sharing as they go, but all of them have the potential, I think, to do well in the marketplace.)

What's My Age Again? by @ruthwritesalot LGBT Contemporary Fiction

Matchstick Soldiers: Looking Glass by @afinepricklypear UF

Maunji by @foxspiritofkathmandu Fantasy

Cinderella Was Dead by @simpisari Fantasy

The Gift by @theblasianwitch Erotica

Recommended Tumblr Authors

These are writers that I follow. They might post snippets of their work. They don't really post entire chapters for various reasons. Some of them have small excerpts on their websites, but for the most part they're just writers being writers on Tumblr.

@shy-writes *My favorite post.

@nondelphic*My fav.

@victorwrites *My favorite post so far.

@futureless

@sandersstudies

@noctivagant-ghost

@iloveducks796

Recommended Writeblr Role Models & Challenges

@agirlandherquill and her summer workshop Write Camp.

Recommended Writing Groups

Creative Writing Feedback

Recommended Writing Resource Posts

Download this PDF by @literaryvein-reblogs and scroll through it. Chances are with this and what I have listed below, you really won't need a ton of other things to get started.

Giving Your Characters a Unique Language Pattern (Languages Shape Worlds — And the People in Them) by @vivsinkpot

When Should You Describe a Character’s Appearance? (And When You Really, Really Shouldn’t) by @vivsinkpot

Unhealed Wounds Your Character Pretends Are Personality Traits by @luna-azzurra

Words for Your Fight Scenes by @literaryvein-reblogs

Writing Fight Scenes P1 - P9 by @mcclainwilla *This one is indispensable. Best workshop I've ever seen on the subject.

Give Your Character an Aesthetic *A tip from me.

How to Craft an Unforgettable First Sentence by @vivsinkpot

How to Structure Body Chapters in a Novel (and Why the First and Last Chapters Are Different Creatures Entirely) by @vivsinkpot

Zoom In, Don't Glaze Over: How to Describe Appearance Without Losing the Plot by @vivsinkpot

Words to Use Instead of Said: Organized by Emotion/Intention by @damselwrites

Credit(s): Image by rawpixel.com on Freepik

Psssttt. Also, when in doubt of yourself, please refer to this. And here, a few words about rejection.

[followsfrankiep]

Haunted (Alfie Solomons)

Disclaimer: This is a fan fiction based on Peaky Blinders. All characters and settings belong to their respective creators. This work is purely for entertainment and not for profit.

TW: Curse words, Smut, Crimes, Age gap, violence, etc.

Chapter 1: The Bond of Survival

Isobel Russo, known to everyone as Izzy, had always been a fighter. Growing up in the tough streets of Brooklyn, she had no choice. Orphaned at a young age, she had never known the warmth of a family. Instead, she found solace in the company of Sophia, a blonde, kind-hearted girl who had also been left behind by the world.

The orphanage was a cold, unfeeling place, but it was where Izzy and Sophia formed an unbreakable bond. They were inseparable, two halves of a whole, navigating the harsh realities of their environment together. When they finally left the orphanage, they faced the streets of Brooklyn with a mix of fear and determination.

Izzy quickly learned to use her beauty and cunning to survive. She became adept at manipulating wealthy men, using their desires to earn money. It wasn’t a life she had chosen, but it was one she had mastered. Sophia, on the other hand, remained a gentle and supportive presence. She took care of their small apartment, making it a haven amidst the chaos of the city.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the streets, Izzy and Sophia sat in their cramped living room. The flickering light of a single lamp illuminated their faces. Izzy’s mind was always racing, always planning. She looked at Sophia, who was humming softly as she folded laundry.

“We need to find a way out of this, Soph,” Izzy said, her voice tinged with frustration. “I can’t keep doing this forever.”

Sophia looked up, her blue eyes filled with concern. “I know, Izzy. But what can we do? This is all we have.”

Izzy sighed, running a hand through her black hair. “There has to be something. Some opportunity we haven’t seen yet.”

-

Michael Gray had recently arrived in the U.S. to lead the Shelby Company. He was a man of power and influence, and Izzy had met him at a casino a few nights ago. She had overheard his conversation about financial troubles. It was then that she saw an opportunity.

The casino was a glittering palace of temptation, filled with the sounds of clinking glasses and the hum of conversation. Izzy moved through the crowd with practiced ease, her eyes scanning the room for potential targets. She spotted Michael at a corner table, his expression tense as he spoke into his phone.

Izzy’s keen ears picked up snippets of his conversation. “Tommy is going to fucking kill me. What the hell am I supposed to do? I fucking know it's a lot of money!”

Intrigued, Izzy made her way to the bar, positioning herself within earshot. She ordered a drink, her mind already working on how to approach him.

When Michael ended his call, she sauntered over, her smile disarming.

“Rough night?” she asked, her voice smooth as silk.

Michael looked up, surprised but intrigued. “You could say that.”

Izzy leaned in, her eyes locking onto his. “Maybe I can help. I overheard your conversation. Sounds like you need a fresh perspective.”

Michael raised an eyebrow. “And what makes you think you can help?”

Izzy smiled, her confidence unwavering. “Let’s just say I have a knack for finding solutions to difficult problems.”

They spent the next few hours discussing Michael’s predicament. The Shelby Company was facing financial ruin due to a series of bad investments and internal strife. Michael had lost a significant amount of money in the Wall Street crash, and the company’s opium trade had been disrupted by rival gang.

“I have an idea,” Izzy said finally. “What if we create a front company to launder money through legitimate businesses? We can use the profits to stabilize the Shelby Company’s finances.”

Michael looked skeptical. “And how do you propose we do that?”

Izzy leaned in, her voice low. “We start small. Invest in local businesses – bars, clubs, restaurants. We use them to funnel money back into the company. It’s risky, but with the right people in place, it can work.”

Michael considered her words, his mind weighing the risks and rewards. “It’s a bold plan. But it might just work.”

Izzy smiled, her eyes gleaming with determination. “Then let’s make it happen.”

As they shook hands, sealing their partnership, Izzy felt a thrill of excitement. Her job was preying on wealthy men to manipulate them into giving her money. The money she earns by embezzling and fraud goes straight to Sophia. For Izzy, Shelby Company was the big fish she was waiting for a very long time and the time has come with her chance to change their lives for the better. And she wasn’t going to let it slip away.

Isobel did not come home that night. Instead, she spent the night at Michael's, setting the bait for her trap.

"Fuck, Isobel." Michael grunts. Her arms are holding unto his shoulders and her legs around his wait as he continues to pound unto her.

"That's it baby. Let it go." Isobel whispered on Michael's ear, softly nibbling them after.

A few more thrust, Michael pulls out and squirts all of his juices on Izzy's stomach. His sweaty body fell beside her with loud pants, giving her a quick kiss on her head. "That was bloody amazing, Isobel."

Izzy gave him a half smile, covered herself with a blanket, and turned to face the wall. When she started doing this, she felt a sense of guilt or shame. Now, she was numb, understanding that she’s doing what she needs to do to get by. Besides, she knew men are trash. They only cared if they get to cum, not always the other way around.

Over the next few weeks, Izzy’s plan worked wonders. Michael’s business started to stabilize, and he couldn’t help but feel grateful for her support. Little did he know, Izzy had also set up a secret account, siphoning off small amounts of money.

Months passed, and Michael’s dependence on Izzy grew. She became his go-to person for every decision, big or small. One evening, as they worked late in the office, Michael sighed heavily.

“Izzy, I don’t know what I’d do without you. You’ve saved this company and, honestly, my sanity.”

Izzy placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “I’m here for you, Michael. We’ll get through anything together.”

As Michael’s trust in Izzy deepened, she took advantage of her position. She began to manipulate the company’s finances more boldly, ensuring that a steady stream of money flowed into her secret account. She was careful, though, always covering her tracks and making sure Michael never suspected a thing. She would always have him occupied with drinks and sex, and Michael has no complaints.

He then faced a critical decision about a major investment. He was torn and unsure of what to do. Izzy, sensing his vulnerability, seized the moment.

“Michael, I think you should go for it,” she said, her voice soothing and persuasive. She made her way to his back, giving his shoulders a slow and sensual massage, easing his tense shoulders. “This investment could be the breakthrough we need. And don’t worry, I’ll handle all the details.”

Michael nodded, feeling a wave of relief. “You’re right, Izzy. I trust your judgment completely.”

Izzy smiled inwardly, knowing she had him exactly where she wanted. "You're the brilliant one here, Michael." He loved it even more when she strokes his ego, making him feel like everything was still his ideas. Men.

Izzy smiled inwardly, knowing she had him exactly where she wanted. She skillfully manipulated the investment to her advantage, ensuring that a portion of the profits would be diverted to her secret account. She knew she was walking a dangerous line, but for now, everything was under control.

Michael and Izzy were huddled over the conference table, surrounded by stacks of financial reports and investment proposals. The company was finally seeing a turnaround, thanks to Izzy’s strategic insights. Michael couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of gratitude and admiration for her.

As they wrapped up another long day, Michael leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples. “Izzy, I don’t know how you do it. You’ve been a lifesaver.” Placing a kiss on her neck, his hands rubbing her waist.

Izzy smiled, her eyes meeting his. “It’s all about teamwork, Michael. We’re in this together.”

Michael’s gaze softened. Their intimacy and time spent together had made him value her, not only as a business partner but something more. He was staring at her deep brown eyes, getting even more hypnotized by her beauty. “Isobel, you’ve become someone I really care about.”

She had anticipated this moment and knew exactly how to respond. She reached out, placing her hand over his. “I feel the same way, Michael. More than you know.”

Michael’s heart raced. He had been hesitant to mix business with personal feelings, but he couldn’t deny the connection between them. He placed a deep kiss on her lips, which she passionately returned. However, it was halted when Michael pulled away. This thought has been bothering him the whole day. He gave her a look, the tension palpable as he sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. Izzy, sensing something was wrong, looked up to see his eyes.

“What’s going on, Michael?” she asked, concern in her voice.

“Tommy’s ordered me back to Birmingham. He wants me to handle some urgent business there,” Michael replied, his tone frustrated. He does not want to leave, or just the thought of leaving Isobel here in particular. His possessiveness was slowly creeping in, and the thought of having other men around his girl irked him. “I was hoping we could stay here and keep things running smoothly.” he said, but that reason was secondary.

Izzy’s heart sank. She thought about Sophia. They were inseparable since they met as an orphan, but if she wanted to give her the life she believe they should have, she has to think about the bigger picture. Birmingham was the last place she wanted to go, but she knew she couldn’t refuse. Michael needed her, and she had to maintain her facade. “Do you want me to come with you?” she asked, trying to sound supportive.

Michael nodded in relief. He was not sure whether Izzy wanted to tag along with him. He was not completely sure what he'd do, business wise, without her as well. “Yes, I need you there. You’ve been my rock through all of this. I can’t do it without you.”

Izzy forced a smile. “Alright, I’ll come with you.”

Before leaving for Birmingham, Izzy made a quick trip home to see, Sophia. She found the latter one preparing the dining table for dinner.

“Sophia, I need to talk to you,” Izzy said gently, sitting down beside her. “Michael has been summoned back to his home. I have to go to Birmingham for a while. He needs me there.”

Sophia looked up, her eyes filled with worry. “How long will you be gone?”

“I’m not sure yet, but I’ll be back as soon as I can,” Izzy reassured her. “In the meantime, I’ll keep sending you money. You won’t have to worry about anything.”

Sophia nodded, her expression softening. “Thank you, Izzy. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Izzy hugged her best friend tightly. “We’ll get through this, Sophia. Just a little bit more. I promise.” Mentally preparing herself to catch the big fish.

-

Next chapter

[emilybahu]

What’s Brewing

Rating: General | Word Count: 4,045 | Chapter 1/1

Snippet:

Eddie was just getting to work at the What’s Brewing coffee shop. He was still pretty new but quickly got the hang of the register. He also really appreciated that the owner let him start his shift later than the other opening staff so he could drop his son off at school in the mornings. Christopher was his entire world, and even though it’s exhausting being a single dad, doing the fire academy, and working here simultaneously, he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

The brunette liked working here. It was like a little family; the owners were sweet, and the rest of the staff were either in college or had just graduated. They all quickly warmed up to him after Eddie made it clear that he was not trying to hit on them when they complimented their hair or makeup. This was probably the best work environment he’d ever been in, even if they teased the man by calling him dad when he told them to stay safe after a shift.

As he walked behind the counter, tying the apron behind his back, Tessa, one of the baristas, greeted him, “Good morning, Eddie!”

He smiled, “Morning, Tess. Were you able to finish that paper you said was due last night?”

“Oh my god, Eddie, you won’t believe it. As I was walking back to my dorm from my evening class, the teacher for my English class sent out an email extending the due date by two days!” She explained, sounding relieved.

“What a stroke of luck. I bet it feels good to have some extra time.” The man chuckled as he straightened out his apron and looked back at his coworker.

“Like a weight off my shoulders. Now I’ll actually have time to make it seem like it’s not half-assed.” Tessa laughed.

Eddie stifled another chuckle. “You know, if you had just started it when it was assigned three weeks ago, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

The green-eyed woman gasped in mock offense, “Eddie, did you seriously just call me out on my procrastination?”

Sophie, the other barista/cashier, came out of the back room when she heard Tessa gasp. She looked around and noticed that Eddie had arrived. She smiled and greeted him before asking, “What’s going on out here? I heard Tess gasp.”

“Well, Eddie called me out on my procrastination…” Tessa answered.

Eddie just shrugged, and their coworker looked between them with a smirk, “Well, he is our work Dad, so he’s probably right to call you out. I’m in that same class and finished the paper last week.”

The man crossed his arms and mumbled under his breath, “Work, Dad, I’m not even 10 years older than you two.”

The women did not hear his complaint about their favorite nickname for him and continued with their conversation.

“Soph,” Tessa whined, “You’re supposed to be on my side; we’re roommates.”

“Hey, all I’m saying is that all that time you spent binging Grey’s Anatomy, you could have been working on your paper.” Sophie pointed out.

“Oh, great. Now my best friend is calling me out, too. Wonderful!” she huffed as the door opened and a customer entered.

Eddie’s jaw damn near hit the countertop; this wasn’t just any customer. This was the most beautiful man he’d ever seen. Dark blonde hair quaffed back, piercing blue eyes, lightly defined arms, and the tight-fitting shirt and jeans… God, the brunette could only hope that he wasn’t actually standing there with his mouth agape and drooling. He was only pulled out of his trance when Sophie spoke to the man before them.

[legacies-safari]

Snippets of a trip full of tomfoolery with Ali and Soph (just the sophie parts)

[hippolotamus]

run to the water (and find me there) 🧜‍♂️

Idk why but this wip has a hold on me 🥰

Is this a slightly outdated WIP ask? Yes. Do I care? Absolutely not. Because I've been holding onto it in case I had a new snip for you, dearest, and today seemed like an excellent opportunity. I reworked the beginning and added more detail, so consider this a New Old Snippet. (all prev snippets here) Enjoy, lovely 🧜‍♂️💖

Eddie Diaz is eleven years old when he meets the love of his life.  In what could only be considered a miracle, his parents announce the family is taking a vacation that isn’t their usual week at Abuela and Abeulo’s ranch. Not that Eddie doesn’t enjoy his time there, but he maybe – okay definitely – gets a little frustrated hearing about how his classmates get to go to Disney World or summer camp. This is the year Eddie will finally have something cool to tell his friends.  Not only is he going to the beach – in a whole other state! – he gets to take his first ever plane ride. It doesn’t even bother him that he has to sit with Sophia because he gets the window seat. An up close view as the plane ascends through white, fluffy clouds that stretch across the boundless bright blue sky and create a wispy barrier to the world below. Sipping Sprite from a plastic cup, and nibbling on cookies the nice flight attendant brought, he stares into the distance. His body feels like it’s not his own, bubbling with awe and wonder as he admires the curving horizon. He likens the experience to being pleasantly trapped in a liminal space that’s not quite earth, the cosmos or heaven.  When they begin their descent, he can’t help feeling a mild sense of disappointment, already anxious to be back in the air. That immediately dissipates when he gets his first glimpse of the ground below. A complex grid of streets and highways even more densely packed with cars and houses than El Paso. From this high up they look like toys rather than functional structures used by real people.  While the flight was exciting, the Los Angeles airport is less so. Well, it’s still exciting, but in more of a terrifying, confusing way. Eddie is nervous to look away from his parents or older sister for even a second, afraid he’ll be swept up in the sea of people. It’s a small comfort that his mother has Adriana, his baby sister, strapped to her chest in a carrier.  “Edmundo! Help with the bags!” His father snaps, leading them towards the baggage carousel.  “Why can’t Soph help, too?” Eddie asks. He’s not complaining and he doesn’t mind helping, but wouldn’t it be easier with three of them? Regardless, it was obviously the wrong question.  His father sighs, looking for all the world like he’s trying to maintain what little composure he has. “Because, Edmundo, you are going to be the next head of this family. You, and not Sophia, need to learn to take responsibility. To take care of them. You are the one who needs to learn what it means to be a man.” “Ramon,” his mother cuts in. “He’s just a boy.” “Sí, mi corazón.” His father softens slightly, but it’s evident his mind is made up. “A boy who needs to be ready for life to be thrust upon him at any moment. Better that he prepare himself now.” Eddie sends his mother a grateful smile for trying.

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[ali11125]

god i really should post something here before my blog disappears into obscurity

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KING OF SOPH FLUFF WIP

before you ask: no i have not proof read this, yes i wrote this about 2 months ago and havent read it since, no i will never finish it cause its a shitty plot in an au i don't give 2 shits about, yes nothing makes sense because i was probably high when i wrote this, no i dont even remember what happens, no this is not a testament to my general writting style i was trying something different and it failed, please let this flop, yes this entire thing is "he would not fucking say that" but also im new to fandoms/fanfic writing, can you tell im nervous to post this?

CW: none

Word Count: 1,062

The snow as it hits the ground

The gentle snowfall in the Kingdom of Skill was never something surprising, yet to Brent it was always a nice welcome to the day. While the cold was never his favorite, he could never deny the elegance a fresh coating of snow brought to the kingdom. Or perhaps he favored the way snowflakes gently whisked to the ground, or maybe it was the found memories he had with his family before-

A gentle knock stopped him from finishing that thought. Slowly, he rose from his perch at the window sill, and walked over to answer the door who's knocking never stopped. He pressed his hand against the door as he opened, making sure to do it as slowly as possible–it had become a habit to do so for whatever reason. Well he knew the reason, he just didn’t want to admit it.

As soon as he saw it to be Sophist, he opened the door fully, a warm smile crossing his face without his command to. He knew Sophist was never fond of the snow, if anything he actively hated the cold. Though anytime he pressed for answers all he got was “some shit in my past,” which just had to be as vague as possible. Before Brent could truly question it Sophist welcomed himself into Brent’s room, plopping himself on his bed as the complaints came in immediately. “Bro why does it have to be snowing, now I can’t get anything done.” The annoyance in his tone was undeniable, though maybe a bit of sarcasm was sprinkled in.

Brent gave a slight chuckle at the absurdity of it. “It’s literally only like two inches, it's not even that bad.” Sopshit chose not to take the easy jab at the lude joke Brent set him up for, instead responding to the comment with an answer he knew Brent already learned, “Well I can’t go to my observatory cause its snowing, plus its like super cold in there, and you know I don’t like the cold.” 

“You’re living in the Kingdom of Skill, it snows like every week.”

“Doesn’t mean I like it,” he replied, a bit too sly.

Brent sighed. He was getting nowhere with this. He walked over to his bed, taking a seat behind Sophist letting his head rest on his lap as Brent ran his hand through his hair. A comforting silence filled the room. Brent never minded these moments, he actually found them quite comforting. It was a warm reminder it wasn’t just those snippets of dialogues he fell for. It was the person behind those. A slight blush brushed his cheeks.

He could tell Sophist didn’t think the exact same. He nervously scratched at his wrist, eyes never quite landing in one spot as they jumped around the ceiling, sometimes stealing a little glance at Brent as he still stroked his hair, though that never lasted for more than a moment. 

Brent finally let Sophist out of his misery, killing the silence with a question he asked countless times before, “Why do you hate the snow so much?” Finally his eyes landed on Brent, staring at him blankly–maybe he was looking for something, or maybe it just took him a second to process the question–before snapping back to his fidgety state and answering the question, “Told ya some shit that happened, like, ten years ago.”

“What happened?” Brent’s eyes never left his own hands, them running through Sophist’s hair must have been the most interesting things. Sophist’s nails dug deeper into his skin, his mind seemingly unaware of the stim. His eyes never held still for more than a few moments, constantly glancing at Brent’s expression now definitely trying to find something. The silence, this time, made both uneasy. Brent interjecting, deciding to give Sophist an out this time, “-that is if you’re comfortable to share. You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Oh how badly he wanted Sophist to tell him, yet he gave a reassuring sympathetic look instead of conveying it. He would never force his boyfriend to confess something he wasn’t ready to. (..Right?)

“I don’t know it was just,” He struggled to find the right word. He looked a bit more directly at Brent–at least he was making an effort. His eyes were never allowed to hold eye contact with his boyfriend for longer than a split second. “-It was just something. I don’t think I can explain it.” 

Brent hummed for a second before remembering he should actually say something, finally shifting his gaze to give a simple smile at Sophist as he spoke, “It’s ok, you can tell me whenever you’re ready.”

Both slipped back into the makeshift routine they so quickly fell into this position, neither truly wanting this moment to end, but both wanted something slightly more. 

Brent let the moment linger for a bit longer before readying himself. He let his hands slip out of Sophist hair–he so badly didn’t want to– and leaned back a bit, using his now free hands to brace himself. Sophist finally looked at Brent for longer than a few moments, trying to read what was on his mind. 

Brent finally spoke up, “Look listen we don’t have to if you don’t want to, but do you want to go outside, just for like, 15 minutes? Just me and you in the castle garden.” Sophist definitely wasn’t expecting that. His eyes immediately looked to the sheets surrounding him, this time tightening his grip on his wrist. 

The words came out of his mouth before he could tell them to not, “Um sure.” Fuck what was he getting himself into? Welp he was in too deep now. “But only for the 15 minutes.” 

Brent immediately perked up, his eyes scanning over Sophist’s face, surprised this stubborn ass man was actually agreeing to it. “Wait really?”

“Eh fuck it really don’t care right now,” Sophsit sat up as he tried to act not terrified. He stood up grabbing his hat and cap he hung at Brent’s chair when he first came in. “Now stop just sitting there before I take it back,” fake confidence was covering the statement, he just hoped Brent wouldn’t notice. Brent took the hint and, seemingly in a rush, jumped out of his bed to grab his own cape, joining Sophist by his side as the two walked outside.

[yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere]

Sophia Bush, i love you so♥

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Sophia Bush: What Celebrating Pride Means to Me This Year: https://time.com/7294826/sophia-bush-pride-2025-essay/

great episode where Soph talks about her queerness & self-discovery journey more than a few times!

"The world speculates, people will really take your self-discovery from you if you're not careful."

"You can always take your power back."

"I've always played queer women on TV."

"What was really interesting for me in my 20s was being told by queer elders who I respect so much 'Well, you aren't gay enough to say you're bi'."

"I mean, when you think about the fact that Love, Simon was the first high-school story or rom-com to star a gay character and it came out in.. I think 2015(?) (actually 2018!) like, HELLO?!"

. . .

!https://open.spotify.com/episode/4SI5BLvnucE4bIoSkXQBgO?si=cd78bcc408a14075 &https://youtu.be/Xfw4DmVcQVQ (Sophia Bush on Navigating Trauma, Anger, & Public Scrutiny-57mins-Reclaiming with Monica Lewinsky POD)

+also THIS POST HERE: /Some mentions and hints of Ash from pod snippets from Soph DQ+WIP/ https://www.tumblr.com/bushlyn/758007415969021953/some-mentions-and-hints-of-ash-from-pod?source=share

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[cal-daisies-and-briars]

FIC UPDATE: Any Other Way

Hello! Excited to post Chapter 5 of my Switcheroo Au.

Summary:

Eddie's family finds out about Christopher. It does not go well.

Snippet:

“Eddie, do you mean to tell me you have a child?” Is how she answers the phone. 

“I didn't say anything,” Eddie replies. 

“ Eddie. ” 

Eddie groans. “Okay, I’m not denying it, but I’m also a little baffled that you see your gay brother with a child and just assume he’s mine. Like, really, this is the least likely scenario. It just so happens to be true.”

“Holy shit,” Sophia exhales. “Wow. Eddie. Oh, my God.”

“I know,” Eddie tells her. “It’s a complicated situation and I missed a lot of his life, but listen, Soph, he’s this fantastic kid, and I really think I’m fall-”

“So Mom and Dad were right,” she cuts him off. 

Eddie freezes. “Sorry, what?”

“Eddie, the reason… Oh, God. Oh, shit. You have to believe I didn’t know anything until I saw the post this morning and-and they called me because you weren’t answering…”

Eddie is beginning to feel vaguely nauseated. 

“Soph, what are you talking about?” He demands. 

“Eddie, when I talked to Mom, she said they’d heard Shannon had a baby not long after he was born. ” 

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WIP WEDNESDAY

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ANYWAY.

beach read:

“Do you, like… hang out with him?” Lando asks when he’s two-and-a-half margaritas deep into their lunch. George’s sunglasses are perched on his nose again and his hands are propped behind his head, luxuriating. “Who?” he asks through a grin. Lando can’t tell without seeing his eyes whether he’s taking the piss or really asking. “Oscar,” Lando says regardless, rubbing the side of one finger around and around the rim of his empty plate. George had ordered something stupidly expensive, thanking Lando dramatically for his generosity while the waiter took it down. It hardly matters; everybody’s money goes around in circles at the beach anyway. George’s lips stretch wider around his teeth. He props one ankle on the opposite knee, then hums and says, “Sometimes. Usually he keeps his shirt on, though.” “He’s got that on you, then,” Lando bites back, lightly irritated, “I just meant… dunno. He seems- friendly.” “’Friendly,’” George snorts out a laugh.

AND... something else... perhaps?

“Okay,” Max tries again, steadier, “But I’m not- I’m here for you too, mate.” “Yeah?” Lando lifts his head back up, eyes sharp through the ache of the headache pressing in behind them, “’Cause you haven’t been.” Max is quiet for longer than Lando expected, and he hates the room it leaves for his words to sink in. He presses a knuckle in under the hinge of his jaw and finds that his hands are shaking again. “Lando,” Max’s tone is the same careful one from the bedroom, and Lando hates it – he hates it, “I’ve been, like…” “I know,” Lando says immediately, then again: “I know.” He feels ill, like he’s got a fever, or something, shaky and vaguely nauseous, uncomfortable in his own body, unsettled with the way his brain is sending thoughts ricocheting in his head. “I’ve been working,” Max continues, “the doubleheader. I’m trying to be proper committed, yeah? Because I’m new, and even when there’s not a race, there’s still-” “I know,” Lando repeats, needing desperately for Max to stop fucking talking about Formula 1. “I just said it, okay? You’re busy. Forget it. I don’t want to talk about it.”

🤪😌🤭

[sophsicle]

Soph, pls give us a snippet of OHB wolfstar too🥹🙏🏻

[bellysoupset]

I’d love to see Soph sick with Vince as the caretaker! Maybe a little bit of Max thrown in as caretaker too? Vince with his sibling is my absolute favorite!

-🩰

Hi 🩰!

Hahaha, you actually requested this fic of me some time ago, darling! And I have it 90% written already, I just gotta fiddle with it a bit, give it a nice ending and add some of my storyline events that ended up happening while it was sitting in my drafts.

Here's a snippet:

"Talking you to sleep, how flattering," Sophia snorted, removing a hand from the steering wheel and rubbing her neck, before reaching for the radio and turning down the music volume so it was barely audible.

Vince pouted, "hey, I was listening to that!"

"No, you're napping," she shoved his shoulder lightly, "nap."

He rolled his eyes, but curled up a bit more and dozed off. Vince wasn't asleep, not really, he was a light sleeper and a car had too many noises, besides the sun shining down on them. Still, he was tuned out enough he lost sense of time. Here and there hearing a small noise, Sophia fully turning off the music, a long suffering sigh, a string of Italian cursing he couldn't even decode half asleep- The car coming to a stop.

Vince blinked quickly, rubbing at his face, "whaa..." he yawned, rubbing his eyes, "switch time already?" he looked out of the car window, they weren't in a gas station or rest stop, just on the dust shoulder of the busy road. Middle of nowhere, "Jesus, Soph, you could've at least driven until the next rest stop, no need to split our hours this evenly..." he groaned, then glanced to his side as he got no answer.

Vince raised his eyebrows at the sight of his sister. She was clutching the steering wheel with both hands, staring at her lap and taking deep, measured breaths. Her long brow hair was a curtain shielding her face from sight, covering her arm and reaching about her waist.

"Soph?" Vince planted a hand on top of hers and used the other one to push her hair over her shoulder and behind her ear, "bambi?"

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[ladylooch]

“I believe that. Lex and I were talking the other night how good you are at loving her. It’s been a long time since we have seen Mack so comfortable in who she is..."

For a future flashback day, can we pretty please see a little snippet of Nico and Lexi taking and appreciating David coming into their lives for their daughter??

“Goodnight.” Nico calls over his shoulder at Lucie, Connor, and a sleeping Stella. They’re heading back to their place at the end of another long, summer day of family time.

“Mom, what time should we be back?” Lucie asks.

“9:30!” Lexi responds from the kitchen.

“Okay. Bye. Bye dad.” She smiles at him. Nico watches as she waddles out of the door, using her belly to bump the door open rather than her hand. He chuckles, shaking his head before accepting a mug of tea from his wife.

“She’s already over this pregnancy.” Lexi says, eyes watching their oldest head to the car with her husband. “She waited too long between kids. Should have been like us and popped them all out at once.” She jokes, settling into his left side. They both fall quiet, taking sips of their hot tea and appreciating the quietness of the house. 

The Meiers wandered back to their place a few hours ago. Sophie is off at a friends for a sleepover. Mack and David disappeared to her room about 15 minutes ago. The house is quiet again and it makes Nico yearn for the sun to rise so he can have the noise he misses when all his kids are spread across the world. 

He misses when they were little girls and hated to be away from home for any longer than necessary. At least Sophie choose to stay here for school.

Lexi cards her fingers through the side of his hair, bringing his attention to her. Nico leans down, brushing his lips across hers gently, then working his tongue over the seam of hers. His nose presses into her cheek as he deepens their kiss. When they pull apart, those wild green eyes sparkle at him. He never gets tired of that look on her.

“Can you believe our middle daughter?” Lexi asks him, searching his brown orbs. Nico widens his eyes, slowly shaking his head.

“She is in deep.”

“Yeah.” Lexi laughs. “Never thought we would see that. Honestly. And I was fine with that. Ya know? We’ve talked about it. She is fulfilled in other ways and we support that.” 

“Mhm.” Nico takes another sip of his tea, contemplating. “He loves her so well.”

“I know. Did you see him in town this afternoon? Mack was getting all flustered with the attention. He walked over to her, hooked an arm around her shoulders and got her onto a different topic of the town’s history. She went from sulky and annoyed to lit up like a Christmas tree.” 

“He knows her.” Nico sighs. “To be loved is to be known.” He believes it is that simple with Mack and David. He didn’t know a ton about their relationship before they got here, but after witnessing it for weeks now, it’s clear the depth of their feelings for one another. David is the one for Mack.

“I think she’ll marry him.” Lexi concludes.

“I do too.” Nico rolls his bottom lip into his mouth, thinking about it. “She doesn’t have to be someone else with him and that’s what she needs.”

“Agreed. Unlike Lucie who needed someone wild and loyal enough to even her out.” Nico laughs. 

“And Soph needs permanent princess treatment… To be taken care of.”

“All our girls are so different. We got the wild one. The independent one. And the sugary sweet princess.” Lexi’s head hits his shoulder as she curls her feet under her on the couch. 

Nico falls silent with his wife again, running his thumb along the warm ceramic of his mug. On the outside, in Swiss German are the words: World’s Best Dad. Lexi got it for him when they were expecting Lucie. It’s been hand washed for two decades now. 

“This is the first time Mack has looked this comfortable in who she is since she was like 13.” Nico murmurs quietly. “Like she hit that stage of high school where kids started to be so mean and it made her have a tough exterior to protect that softness inside of her. Now, it’s like she doesn’t need to.”

“She doesn’t.” Lexi says simply. Then she shrugs at Nico’s imploring look. “She’s found her Nico Hischier.” Her hand comes to the back of his neck, bringing their lips back together. “You have been the standard for our girls. An incredible one. Two of our three girls have found what they deserve because of the precedent you set for them from day 1.” 

Nico can feel himself growing emotional. Being a parent is hard. All he has been trying to do since that positive pregnancy test with Lucie is be the best version of himself for his kids. 

The stairs creek causing Lexi and Nico to turn towards them. David smiles easily. 

“Sorry. Mack needs water.”

“You’re good.” Lexi waves him through. 

They both watch his sweatshirt covered back head into the kitchen, then turn to give each other knowing looks. 

The knowing? The man in their kitchen is their next son in law.