#$ brynn's papers

[beloved-blaiddyd]

Yandere Erudition Emanator!Veritas Ratio x Reader (happens during Ruan Mei's appearance)

based from the gossipmonger's ask about Ratio having a reckless!reader :) have fun!!!

[sc0tters]

On The Bench | Nico Hischier

summary: after a loss to the Islanders Nico finds a way to take his anger out.

request: yes/no

warnings: mature themes, p in v (unprotected), choking, slight exhibitionist kink, swearing.

word count: 1.68k

authors note: this is part two to that Jack and Nico threesome but you don’t need to read that part before. Still not sure about this smut but it was fun to write and both Brynn and Kei seemed excited with their previews so let’s thank them for putting up with me 😚

Nico had one of the worst games of the most aggressive games of his life.

He had been in the box more times than he could count. His anger was only compounded by the fact that Jack had scored a hat trick that evening.

Of course you congratulated the boy when he came out the locker sending your boyfriend a frown as he hadn’t played well that evening.

So naturally Nico was feeling jealous as you continued to go on about how well the boy had done “and did you see that final goal!” You were mainly unaware of how irritated Nico was getting as he squeezed your hand.

You wanted to get your boyfriend jealous as you had a brand new lingerie under your outfit tonight and wanted to rile him up before he got to see it “where are we going?” You asked seeing him take the wrong turn off.

Nico mindlessly stared out at him he road in front of him “taking a detour.” The boy mumbled moving his hand from yours as he wrapped it around your thigh “we’re going to the prudential.” He explained making your eyes go wide.

What was there for your two?

The rest of your drive was quiet as Nico smiled at the security guard “hey Nico!” John looked up from his news paper as he grinned seeing you stood with your boyfriend.

Nico wrapped his hand around your waist “John could you do me a favour and let us in?” The captain had a key but he had left at your apartment “sure thing kids!” The seventy year old was clearly unaware of your boyfriends intentions as he unlocked the door letting you two in.

You took Nico’s suit jersey off from your shoulders “like seeing you with just this on.” Some of the wags thought it was nice wearing the jerseys as dresses with tights underneath.

So you were a total sight for sore eyes in his opinion “thought you preferred me with nothing on,” you smiled rubbing your fingers along Nico’s jaw.

It made your boyfriend laugh “like you in anything.” He confessed wrapping his arm around your shoulder as he pulled you in the direction of the rink.

The arena was silent as Nico opened the door to let you onto the rink “it’s a small walk.” The hockey player mumbled directing you in the direction of the bench.

Sure it was petty but Nico sat where Jack usually did “remember your list?” Nico asked cupping your calf in his hand as you landed on his lap.

Your cheeks grew warm “what if someone sees?” You asked as little light illuminated his face “that wasn’t your worry when you made that list.” Nico clicked his tongue as he leaned his head down to kiss your neck.

His warm breath fanned against your skin “fuck Neeks.” You gasped locking your fingers in his hair as your hips began to grind against his.

You let out a whine feeling his lips suck at your sweet spot that was just below your earlobe “you want this baby?” He asked pulling away to face you.

Nico stared up at you as you nodded “please cap fuck!” You whimpered unaware of how his pupils went wide.

This was the first time that Nico had heard you call him that “what did you say?” The hockey players hands tensed up around your waist “please?” You furrowed your eyebrows letting your lips form a pout when his hands stopped your hips from relieving the tension between your thighs.

His shook his head “after that,” he waited for you to say it again “cap?” You let out a gasp realising what he was talking about “you like it went I call you cap?” You smirked hooking your fingers under his jaw as you brought his lips into a kiss.

It was soft as he drove your hips into his waist as you straddled his thighs “I need you,” you begged feeling Nico’s bulge between your legs.

You had to admit that there was something always attractive when he had that post game sweaty look as his hair stuck to his face “lean up for me baby.” As uncomfortable as the bench was beneath your knees you couldn’t help but listen.

The sound of fabric ripping came from beneath you “Nico!” You complained sending him a scoff “I’ll buy you a new pair.” He proposed grinning at you as he lifted the jersey up so he could see the damage he had done “this new?” Nico added seeing the black thong that was under your tights.

You nodded as you undid his belt “wanted to show you when we got home.” You mumbled kissing his lips again as your tongue slid into his mouth.

It felt hot as you pulled his cock out of his boxers “what’s got you so hard?” You asked palming his boner between you both “you looking like that.” Nico groaned eyes fluttering as he shook with pleasure “‘s only right I make it better then huh?” Before he could get another word in your panties had been pulled to the side so you could run his cock over your clit.

Sinking onto his cock you both let out a shaky moan when you stopped to adjust to his size “c’mon baby you can take more.” Nico encouraged as he watched your eyes screw shut.

His hands drove your pussy to swallow the rest of his cock “shit baby,” he added letting your jersey fall to cover his cock as Nico helped you bounce your hips “so good.” You mumbled dropping your head to let your lips nip at his neck in an attempt to tune out your moans.

If there was one thing Nico was never going to get tired of was how your pussy wrapped around his cock like it was made for him “nobody can hear you princess.” The hockey player reminded you that you were alone as the ice was going to be the only place to tell the story of your moment with Nico.

A long moan left your lips as you looked up at him with a smile “fuck me harder,” you begged trying to speed up his thrusts.

Nico listened to you as he wrapped his hand around your throat “you like getting fucked on Jack’s seat?” He grumbled when you placed your hand over his “yeah Neeks,” you whined as he had his over hand on your hip guiding you movements as his cock thrusted inside of you.

The boy shook his head landing a slap to your ass “that’s not my name tonight,” Nico moaned feeling your pussy clench around his cock “makes me feel so good cap.” You gasped as the fabric of your thong rubbed against your clit sending your eyes into your head.

He wanted more as his possessive side showed “who makes you this wet princess?” The hockey player asked “know it’s not Jack.” You realised that your comments about his teammate had indeed gotten to him.

Your eyes screwed shut “it’s you cap.” You blurted out letting your hips spell out some gibberish “pussy was made for you.” You added starting to struggle to focus on lifting your hips up and down.

Nico smirked hearing that “shouldn’t even let you come with the way you’ve been talking about Jack.” He mumbled causing your eyes to shoot open “no cap.” You whined shaking your head.

You began to feel lightheaded as the boys hand squeezed your throat “fuck you’re so perfect.” Nico knew he couldn’t not have you come. He cared too much about your pleasure to not let you finish at the end of the night.

The sound of wood creaking beneath you echoed off of the empty ice “gonna make you ride home with my come dripping out of your pussy.” Nico confessed causing you to clench around him at the thought “you’d like it if I fingered you on that drive?” He added causing you to nod repeatedly “and just before you come I’ll stop.” The hockey player felt his cock throb at the idea.

But of course his words weren’t done there “you’d like to be edged before I make you go all night in our bed?” Nico’s offer rang through your ears as you remained silent “or maybe I should just stop here and leave you horny tonight.” He grunted pressing a kiss to your ear.

All of a sudden it seemed that the fog that formed in your mind as you became cock drunk cleared “bed, bed, bed.” You repeated each time he forced your hips to bounce against his making you take more of his cock each time “that’s what I thought.” Nico grumbled pecking your lips.

Nico’s movements began to grow inconsistent as he teetered on the line of having an orgasm “not going to last baby,” he confessed biting at his cheek “me neither.” You added as your body began to shake.

It was hot as you both came “don’t stop cap!” You cried quickly getting cut off as his lips swallowed your moan.

His come shot into your tight pussy as it squeezed his cock “shit baby!” Nico gasped as your hips began to slow down when you both came down from your orgasms.

Your body shuddered as Nico’s cock dropped from your pussy “you okay baby?” Your boyfriend asked readjusting your panties before he went to pulling his boxers over his cock “you jealous of Jack?” You shot back genuinely being concerned.

It made Nico smile as he tucked your hair behind your ear “why should I be when it’s my come being held inside your pussy by those panties.” He pointed out grinning as he pecked your lips.

Nico tapped your thigh “let’s go home so we can do round two.” His words made you laugh “what happened to the car?” You pouted looking up at him.

The hockey player cupped your jaw “maybe if you behave on the walk to the car I’ll let you have it.”

[docgold13]

Batman: The Animated Series - Paper Cut-Out Portraits and Profiles

My Top Fifteen Most Favorite Episodes of Batman: The Animated Series

#15). Harley and Ivy - Airdate January 18th, 1993. Written by Paul Dini; directed by Boyd Kirkland.

#14). Robin’s Reckoning Part One - Airdate February 7th, 1993. Written by Randy Rogel; directed by Dick Sebast.

13). Egg Baby - Airdate April 1st, 2000.  Written by Hilary J. Bader and Alan Burnett; directed by James Tucker.

#12). His Silicon Soul - Airdate November 20th, 1992.  Written by Marty Isenberg and Robert N. Skir; directed by Boyd Kirkland.

#11). Birds of a Feather - Airdate February 8th, 1993.  Written by Brynne Stephens and Chuck Menville; Directed by Frank Paur.

#10). Over the Edge - Airdate May 23rd, 1998. Written by Paul Dini, Stan Berkowitz and Alan Burnett; directed by Yûichirô Yano.

#9). The Laughing Fish - Airdate January 10th, 1993. Written by Paul Dini; directed by Bruce Timm.

#8). Joker’s Favor - Airdate September 11th, 1992.  Written by Paul Dini; directed by Boyd Kirkland.

#7). Growing Pains - Airdate February 28th, 1998.  Written by Paul Dini and Robert Goodman; Directed by Atsuko Tanaka.  

#6). Harlequinade - Airdate May 23rd, 1994.  Written to Paul Dini; Directed by Kevin Altieri.  

#5). Feat of Clay Part Two - Airdate  September 9th, 1992.  Written by Marv Wolfman and Michael Reaves; Directed by Kevin Altieri.

#4). The Trial - Airdate May 16th, 1994.  Written by Paul Dini and Bruce Timm; Directed by Dan Riba.

#3). Two-Face Part One - Airdate September 25th, 1992.  Written by Alan Burnett and Randy Rogel; Directed by Kevin Altieri.

#2). Almost Got ‘Im - Airdate November 10th, 1992.  Written by Paul Dini; Directed by Eric Radomski.

#1). Heart of Ice - Airdate September 7th, 1992.  Written by Paul Dini; Directed by Bruce Timm.  

[prokopetz]

Hey! So I ran a one-shot of Eat God and we had a blast. I have some feedback to offer from both myself and my players (This was actually a while ago but I’ve been busy as hell so I’m only writing it up now, so I might have forgotten some things). 

First off, character creation was just as fun as advertised. My player’s all loved getting to choose their character’s traits and appearance and designing their deicidal muppets. The game’s mechanics also made it extremely easy to create looney-tunes style shenanigans, which both I and the character’s took full advantage of. 

At one point a character with the roving limbs trait was running away with a barrel containing another character (I put the character in the barrel) balanced on their legs while their top half distracted the town guards, a completely different character slipped into the sewers I hadn’t thought about and I had a chance to throw a surprise alligator at them, and a theocratic pastor said that he “carried God with him in his heart” (which ended exactly as anthropophagically as I had expected it too). I also got the great quote from one of my players “I swear to the god I want to eat.” 

I have a few critiques, a few suggestions for things to develop for future editions, and a few questions. My first critique is that I think that having tokens for obstinacy is a little distracting, since you keep track of everything else about your character on paper (we ended up using Sprite flavored tic-tacs that one of the player’s had in their bag) and would be better done on the character sheet. I also think the game could use a formal turn structure for high-pressure situations. It’s a game that promotes chaotic play, and with people popcorning in it got a bit loud and overwhelming. 

For future developments, I think that having more specific action types like attack, help, investigate, etc. would be helpful. Specifying the mechanical effects tied to some of the abilities, like being able to “stun” someone with Primordial Power and Dizzying Display, having a general movement speed that would be doubled by Fast Feet, being difficult to harm with Defensive Dermis, etc., would be useful for the GM. And more examples of NPC abilities would be useful, if only to have something to base homebrew on. 

There are also a few questions I had. First, is there a specific time scale for actions taken in a high-pressure situation like combat? 

Second, I assume that you count the unmodified roll for calculating calamity? Because I don’t believe any roll over a character’s facet would have no chance of triggering calamity, and similarly don’t believe that positive modifiers would increase the chance of calamity. 

Lastly, a general lesson I learned as a GM that I do not hold against your game: be careful how far you let your characters stretch the limits of their abilities in low pressure situations if you’re too socially anxious to retcon in high pressure ones. 

Ultimately I think it’s a great game and everyone had a great time. I meant to run another session but didn’t find the time, so I might have more feedback when I finally get around to that. For credits sake I’m Kendall R., my players wanted to be credited as Noc, Ladybug, and Brynne.

(With reference to this post here.)

I appreciate the feedback. With respect to your questions:

First, is there a specific time scale for actions taken in a high-pressure situation like combat?

There is not. Defining a more formal conflict framework with a specific round length is a potential addition to a future revision, albeit not one I'm committing to adding at this time.

Second, I assume that you count the unmodified roll for calculating calamity?

Dice rolls in Eat God are generally not modified in any way; the value of a particular die is the number you rolled on that die. Effect modifiers (which I assume are what you're referring to here) apply to the roll's Result, which is the number you get from carrying out the procedure described in "Rolling and Reading Your Result"; any comparison which does not explicitly refer to a roll's Result is referring to the values the dice are physically showing.

[toastandjamie]

Wot Characters and the Taylor Swift song I most associate with them and their favorite Era!(excluding Debut and Tortured Poets Department)

Rand: You’re on Your Own Kid, when asked he consistently says Speak Now

Mat: Cruel Summer, he insists he’s only really listened to Reputation-this is a lie- Midnights is his favorite album

Perrin: Paper Rings, the Lover Album is by and large his favorite- however Fearless is a close second- he just thinks the songs are pretty

Egwene: Wildest Dreams, she’s a Reputation girly first and foremost

Nynaeve: Treacherous, Folklore zero elaboration needed

Elayne: Mastermind, 1989 is her favorite album by far

Min: You Belong With Me, she’s a Red girly and was the one who got Mat to listen to Taylor’s entire discography

Avienda: Red, Avienda isn’t very familiar with all the eras but after Elayne showed her all the albums she picked Evermore

Faile: Stay Stay Stay, just like Egwene she’s a Reputation girly(secretly her favorite is Lover)

Tuon: You’re In Love, Tuon claims to not have any preference but catch her listening to Folklore on repeat

Morraine: The Lucky One, Evermore without a doubt

Siuan: Lavender Haze, she’s a fan of the classics and loves Fearless

Lan: I Know Places, his favorite album is folklore because it’s Nynaeve’s

Thom: Exile, he appreciates the storytelling of Folklore

Brynn: Epiphany, he does not know the names of the albums but he liked most of the songs on Red

Gawyn: Anti-Hero, he insists he doesn’t like Taylor Swift but the answer is 1989

Galad: Karma, without hesitation he says Midnights

Berelain: Slut!, this is a woman who listens to Red, A Lot

[humblequestvinyl]

just married

JUST MARRIED, EDDIE DIAZ X FEM!READER

APART OF THE 'ROLLING UP THE WELCOME MAT' SERIES

SUMMARY: after leaving LA, y/n flies to nashville, reflecting on her marriage with eddie, staring at the pictures of the two on their wedding day, wondering how they went from love, to just married.

inspired by just married by kelsea ballerini

previous chapter, | next chapter,

lowercase intentional! wc: 1.07k

warning: mentions of sex (no smut), divorce, swearing, marriage problems, brief alcohol mention.

a/n: THIS IS SO SHORT I AM SO SORRY BUUUT! i am so excited about this series, and im SO SO SO excited to write the next chapter !!! 

“SO YOU AND EDDIE ARE GETTING A DIVORCE BECAUSE HE WAS COMING HOME LATE?”

“i’m sure that there was a good reason for the fact that he was coming home late. there has to be.”buck tried to reason with the girl, and she shook her head slightly as she fixed the glasses that were on top of her head, “you two could’ve worked that out!”

“it was more than that buck.”she whispered, trying everything she could not to cry, “there was more than just that buck, we haven’t been on the same page for years.”

“y/n, you and eddie are the only thing that makes sense in my life. if the two of you break up, nothing in this world makes sense.”buck stressed, and y/n stood in front of him, with her hands shaking.

“buck the only reason i’m in LA is to sign the divorce papers. our marriage started to fall apart years ago.”she tried to tell him, but buck couldn’t accept it, “it started 10 months after we got married.”

—

(ONE MONTH BEFORE.)

“I WROTE A NEW SONG.”

y/n announced as she sat down with her producer brynn, who gave the girl a look as the h/c girl sat on the floor of the studio,  “i was looking at the old wedding pictures i had up in the apartment last night and started writing.”

“what’s the lyrics?”brynn questioned, before y/n pulled out her phone, and opened up her notes app, grabbing the lyrics.

“i don’t think i lied when i said i wanted that life.”she started, tapping her fingers against the ground, with her wedding band still in plain view, “maybe i was too young to understand what i wanted at all.”

“but baby it was true, with all that i knew, it felt like forever that december two.”she went on, not daring to glance up, knowing her bloodshot eyes would give away everything, “a fairytale start, with us crossing our hearts, we rode off in a car that said “just married.””

she stopped herself after the first verse, before clearing her throat and pushing her beanie down on her head more, “the rest of the lyrics are a bit rough and have to be cleaned up if we’re able to do that today.”

“yeah of course.”brynn nodded, before grabbing out a notebook and a pen, helping the girl fix up the lyrics, before they had quickly moved onto creating a sound, one that reminded the h/c girl of a wedding song.

“i don’t know what i’m supposed to do with my wedding dress now.”y/n’s voice rasped as they took a little break, and brynn looked at the girl with such sadness in her eyes, knowing exactly what the girl was going through.

“if you do anything with this song, either releasing it as a single or even have a music video for it, wear your dress in it.”brynn suggested, and the singer shrugged, picking at the rug of the studio floor, “it’s a gorgeous dress, and you can create better memories with it.”

“i feel bad about wanting out knowing chris is going to get caught in the middle of all of this.”she whispered, feeling tears threatening to spill as she thought about the boy who she adored, “i just couldn’t stay there any longer. i couldn’t continue killing myself over a marriage that was one-sided.”

“and you shouldn’t have to.”brynn reassured the girl, grabbing her hand and giving it a comforting squeeze, “in this instance, you have to put yourself first, and if leaving is the solution, then so be it.”

“chris will forgive you.”brynn told her, causing y/n to look up at her, “i’ve met the kid. he will forgive you.”

after a bit, y/n got up wordlessly and walked into the studio with the notebook, giving it one shot to sing the entire song without crying, which is something she hadn’t been able to do yet. once she got through the first part of the song, she looked up at brynn who gave her a reassuring smile.

“long distance text, make-up-for-time sex, tired of asking when i’ll see you next.”she sang, with flashes of memories from when she would constantly text eddie, asking when she would be able to see him next, the endless booked flights that he constantly missed to go and see her, “i’m too mad to fight, so i’ll stare and cry at the picture of you, and me wearing white.”

“just married.”

“but i wasn’t made for fixing a plate, and keeping our problems buried.”she went on, feeling her heart shatter into a million pieces, just like a plate would after it had been dropped onto the ground, “no i wasn’t strong enough to hold on, with all of the weight i carried.”

“yeah it was love, then it was just married.”

flashes of her wedding went through her mind, with the vivid taste of veuve they had drank as their celebratory drink on her taste buds. their vows ringing through her mind, always promising to stick by each other throughout everything.

everything little memory of the past five years tainted from her soon to be ex husband, and every little thing they had done together.

“but dammit i wish i wasn’t this ready, to undo i do.”she paused, swallowing hard, knowing she had one more verse left before she was finished with the song, “but i wasn’t made for fixing a plate, and getting divorced sounds scary.”

“but i’m just not strong enough to hold on, with all of the weight that i carried.”she admitted, playing with the strings of her hoodie, knowing she was at the finish line, “yeah it was love, it really was.”

“then it was just married.”

[nhlclover]

earth to sofia? sparks fly au

✭ — summary: sofia realizes how she feels about rutger

✭ — warnings: none

✭ — a/n: he is so boyfriend

✭ — word count: 0.73k

A few weeks go by, and Sofia and Rutger continue their "tutor" sessions. They begin to switch up locations, frequenting coffee shops, the library and Sofia's dorm when she knows Brynn won’t be there.

This time they were meeting at a Starbucks. Sofia spotted Rutger at a table, reading their newest required book, The Catcher in the Rye. However, when Sofia looked back at the book, checking on Rutger's progress, she realized it wasn’t actually The Catcher in the Rye.

“What’re you reading?” Sofia asks him. He flips the book cover over, showing it to Sofia.

“Are you reading Little Women?” Sofia asks, a grin tugging on her lips.

“Yeah.” He says. “Listen, can you tell me if Laurie and Jo end up together? Because they get along really well.”

Sofia — albeit still confused as to why Rutger is reading a book that’s not for their course — is grinning ear to ear now, glad to tell Rutger about the book.

“I’m not telling, you’ll have to read Good Wives to see if they get together.” Sofia says.

“There’s a second book?” Rutger asks.

“Yeah, it’s the sequel. It’s set when they’re older.” Sofia explains.

Rutger nods, opening up his book and continuing to read.

“Sorry, wait.” Sofia interrupts. “Why are you reading Little Women?”

“Well you talk about it all the time so I wanted to actually be able to talk to you when you talk about Laurie and Jo's complicated relationship.” Rutger explains.

Sofia feels as though her heart literally swells at his explanation.

He is reading my favourite book just so he can talk to me about it.

“Okay,” Sofia says. “You’ll have to tell me what you think about it when you finish.”

Sofia pulls out her book and notebook, fighting back the urge to squeal.

“I’m going to go get a coffee, want anything?” Sofia asks.

“No need. I got you one already.” Rutger says, sliding her the cup next to him.

Sofia takes it, reluctantly, reading the order on the sticker. He ordered her normal order of a blonde hazelnut latte. “How’d you know what to order?” Sofia asked.

“I just remembered what you’ve ordered in the past.” Rutger shrugged.

The combination of Rutger reading her favourite book, as well as him remembering her coffee order, made Sofia’s palms sweat.

Sofia couldn’t figure out why he and his actions were making her so nervous.

And this wasn’t the first time he’s made her feel this way since they met.

Last week, when they were studying at Rutgers, they had ordered dinner while Sofia proofread his paper. Sofia had the sleeves of her shirt pulled over her fingers and had her arms wrapped around her torso, trying to keep herself warm. The boys liked to keep the house frigid for some reason, even as the weather was starting to turn.

“You cold?” Rutger asked.

“Just a little,” Sofia said. “What temperature do you guys keep this house at anyway, like 40 degrees?”

Rutger laughs, getting up and going into his closet, pulling out a dark green hoodie. “Catch.” He says, launching the hoodie at you.

“Rutger, I’m fine.” Sofia says, throwing it back to him.

“You’re not fine, you’re practically shivering.” He says, this time standing in front of her and handing her the hoodie. “Take it.”

Sofia takes the hoodie from Rutger, slipping it over her head. Rutger looks at her, a small smile on his lips.

“What?” Sofia asks.

“Nothing you just…you’re…greens your colour.” Rutger shrugs. Sofia’s heart fluttered at the light blush that came upon his cheeks. Sofia lets out a soft chuckle.

“Thank you, Rut.” Sofia says.

“How about we order dinner?” Rutger offers, changing the subject.

Sofia couldn’t help but think about the last time she’d felt this way around a boy. Colby.

It suddenly clicks in Sofia’s head and she starts to panic internally.

She was falling for another one of her brother's teammates.

“Hello? Earth to Sofia?”

Sofia is snapped from her internal thoughts looking at Rutger who is waving a hand in the air. “You alright? You’ve been staring at your computer screen for like a minute now.” He says

“Sorry.” Sofia chuckles. “Just kind of got lost there for a second.”

“You’re good.” Rutger smiles. “So I’m debating which essay prompt I should do for Catcher in the Rye.”

Sofia nods, tucking her thoughts away and helping Rutger with his essay prompt.

[navxry]

...

Birthdays are not widely known to the God of World Destruction. In fact, it was the opposite for them, as only a few cared to remember their birthday.

For them, the occasion is something they paid no heed to. What use is there for a celebration when they have work to do in the Void of Creation? Only their following bothered to remember it, and the majority either feared or hated destruction for what it's worth. It would only be counter-intuitive to even say that it should be celebrated.

But every time they spoke about that sentiment to others, they were met with either denial or divergence.

"Why do you not see your birthday as a worthy occasion?" the King of Hell asked them once, putting down his violin to face the other more clearly. "You seem to dislike it when it comes. You even stopped Azrael from informing others when it was clear he had good intentions."

The God seem to hesitate, their frown deepening at his comment.

"Many others in my past always forget it's my day of birth, Lucifer," they answered, reluctant to even spare him a glance. "It's almost like a normal day to them— a day where nothing is celebrated. It hurts when I have to make it obvious to them by mentioning its a special occasion for me, when they have never failed to remember others and their birthdays."

Lucifer frowned. He always hated it when Navina had compared themselves to others, especially on the topic of themself.

"That's because they're ignorant," he said, his hair moving to pat their head as gently as he could, for his arms ceased to work as it used to. "And even if they never fail to do that for others, why would they do it now? I say that they were doing it to their friends, not for everyone."

"Hah, I wish," they muttered with a frown. "They always celebrated others, but... It's like they forgot about me."

Forgetting... Such a painful curse that many would do.

"Lucifer, I know you and everyone remembered it and try to make it feel special, but... Before then, everyone always forgets its my birthday. Not even the people I call 'friends' in the flesh bothered, except for those who I've met from other countries that knew me better than those I'm with."

The albino can only look down at their hands, soiled from the constant burning of the worlds and the ashes of the lives lost. They felt tears built up from their eyes, the sorrow getting to them more and more.

It hurts to remember. They wish they simply forgot, so that they wouldn't feel the pain they do now.

"What use is celebrating a God they despised? What use is there to even acknowledge that God when all they have is blood on their hands?"

The King paused, but simply sighed.

"Your followers celebrate you because they know of your valiant efforts, Navina. Even if others have forgotten that occasion, they are but a dime of dozen that do."

His hair moved to grab the violin again, the other tendrils grabbing letters of people wishing them the same thing. Handing the papers to them, the God sniffed and opened each of them, their eyes widening at the sight.

So many of them wished them a birthday today— some from different worlds, even. Their messages were all personalized, with some (like Rosehearts) inviting them to his unbirthday party to celebrate theirs, while others (with the likes of Albedo) mentioning that he had an experiment for them to try with him.

There were even others, like Esther, Mei, Brynn, Jessamine, Carmine, Tae, Sam, Yami, Fifi... Their own companions wishing them the same thing. Those that still remembered them, and those that clearly still stayed even when they weren't human.

"See?" the violinist hummed in satisfaction, his wide grin returning once more. "Maybe the people you're with have forgotten about the occasion today, but there's far more that remember it. All you need to do is change your perspective."

The God was speechless. It was difficult to even say such a word with so many wishing them the same thing. But after a while, they managed to crack a smile.

Even if the tears fell, it was not out of sorrow, but of joy.

It was nice to be remembered for once, even if it's only for today.

AAAAAA HI Y'ALL HAIUHFSRUI sorry for the sad drabble, I needed the hurt/comfort because I've experienced people that seem to forgor my birthday, but I also wanted to give light to people that said their birthday wishes to me.

Special thanks for the people I mentioned for simply existing (and for greeting me) <3 y'all may not have gifts, or you guys are busy to make some, but being friends with y'all had been the best gift I ever want.

Anyways, here's to many years of being together. Cheers!

(tagging the people I mentioned/my mutuals: @mixed-kester ; @meimeimeirin ; @beloved-brynn ; @nice-chiaki ; @paperbcy ; @pastel-rights ; @fffiii ; @leftdestiny-posts ; + many others that I forgor but are my mutuals, pls rb if I forgor you Im sorry HAIUHDSFI)

[dutifullynuttywitch]

WIP Wednesdays

Thanks for tagging me my lovely friends @ladylamrian @jerzwriter!

Here are two WIPs

Near Miss

Wake the Dead - Troy Hassan x Eva Archer (non canon )

“Hey, Archer! Been wondering when I’d see your pretty face around here.”

Troy’s bright smile quickly turns into a concerned frown. “Wait, what’s wrong?”

“It’s Brynn, she… they’ve gone missing.”

He steps out from behind the counter and wraps her into a tight hug. Eva melts into his warm embrace, letting his familiar scent surround and comfort her.

Troy’s heart breaks for her. He’s used to seeing her so strong, fearless. But right now, she feels small and fragile in his arms. He tightens his hold on her, burying his face in her hair. He smells a hint of lavender from the contraband soaps he’d gifted her.

That scent had been driving him crazy for months.

He’s been captivated by Eva for years now, really, if he’s honest with himself. Troy is not exactly sure when their friendship had blossomed into something more for him. It had been gradual.

He first noticed those lovely dimples whenever she smiled. The way her blue eyes sparkled with mischief when she thought of a new prank to drive her sister up the walls.

He started getting unpleasant pangs of jealousy whenever Eva dated other men.

But it was that first evening he took her stargazing months ago, alone out on that windy balcony, Eva wrapped snuggly in his arms, he’d come to the realization he’d truly fallen for his best friend.

****

Untitled - yet!!

Blades of Light and Shadow - Mal Volari (with a hint of Mal x Autumn later on)

Silence.

Mal had always avoided it. Those uncomfortable lulls in conversations. Silence wrapped around him, a suffocating shroud full of dark memories and secrets.

Silence led to moments of vulnerability. Those quiet moments became populated with thoughts of fear, anger, self-doubt. And Mal couldn’t let himself be vulnerable.

It had started when he was just a boy.

The cobbled streets of Whitetower’s Nooks and Crannies were a tapestry of grime and secrets. Young Mal knew every crack, every hidden alcove where the shadows whispered their ancient tales. He was born into this labyrinth of poverty.

His earliest memories were of ducking in and out of stalls and entryways, playing games with a ragtag bunch of kids from the tenements. Splashing around in water puddles, sneaking sweets from market stalls.

Life was far from easy in the slums of Whitetower, but his mother Maria did her best to protect him and his little sister Wren from the cruelty of the dark hovels where they eked out an uncertain existence.

When drunks became violent, their shouts and scuffles filling the night, or when the muffled sounds of despair echoed through the paper-thin wall of their small tenement room, Maria would sing lullabies to ease their fright.

And when the hunger became unbearable, she would fill the uncomfortable silences with fantastic tales of heroes and dragons and quests for lost treasures across the realm. Those were Mal’s favorite memories of her. How his mother’s soft brown eyes lit up when she spun her fantastical stories, all three snuggled under a worn blanket in front of their modest home’s warm hearth. 

I'd love to see WIPs from @thosehallowedhalls @petalouda85, @stars-are-within-me, @moominofthevalley, @lilyoffandoms, @tessa-liam and anyone else who's up for sharing!

[lgbtpopcult]

July WLW Entertainment Rundown

Movies

The female lead in Nope likes girls, is played by an actress who likes girls and it's a cool movie by Jordan Peele. July 22, 2022.

Jewel, Netflix July 8

While visiting a massacre memorial, a photographer finds herself drawn to a local woman. But their romance stirs up painful memories of a shared past.

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TV

The new Resident Evil series on Netflix is very fun and gay. July 8.

Must watch: Harley Quinn Animated Series comes back to HBO Max July 28!

How to Screw It All Up (Cómo mandarlo todo a la mierda) , HBO Max, July 1

Rebel Cheer Squad: A Get Even Series, Netflix, July 29

Must watch: Paper Girs: Season 1, Prime Video, July 29

Rebelde: Season 2, Netflix, July 27

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Music, comics, books, video games and more

Must: Hayley Kiyoko's sophomore album Panorama comes out on the 29th

Spellbound available on steam July 29

Features:

Customisable player portrait - Create your Witchsona

Choose your Pronouns

Choose your school of Magic

Befriend or Romance your preferred Character

Roleplay style choices that affect the outcome of your story - Can you save the day?

Multiple endings per each character - platonic and romantic options available.

HARLEY QUINN #17

ON SALE 7/26/22

POISON IVY #2

Written by G. WILLOW WILSON

Art by MARCIO TAKARA

Cover by JESSICA FONG

Variant covers by JENNY FRISON and CLAIRE ROE

1:25 variant cover by ÁLVARO MARTÍNEZ BUENO

$3.99 US | 32 pages | Variant $4.99 US (card stock)

ON SALE 7/5/22

The Last Lavender Sister

When your parents name you and your three siblings after flowers, the world is stacked against you. At least, that’s how Aster Lavender feels. The youngest daughter, Aster always keeps her head down and lets her siblings stand in the spotlight. She sells her gourmet doughnuts from Hole in One, the small drive-through stand in sleepy Homer’s Bluff, Kansas, and daydreams about seeing the big beautiful world. Love is never going to happen, especially when the only other lesbians in town are already married to each other.

Beautiful Brynn Garrett arrives to fill in for Homer Bluff’s only veterinarian, and suddenly every pet in town is sick. Brynn’s older, smarter, and way out of Aster’s league. Plus, she’s only in town temporarily and definitely running from something. Aster didn’t plan for a connection so strong it knocks the wind right out of her, but Brynn makes her feel like anything but a wallflower.

Closed-Door Policy

Can falling in love melt the hearts of the iciest ice queens?

Going back to college is never easy, but Caroline Stevens is prepared to work hard and change her life for the better. What she’s not prepared for is Dr. Atlanta Morris, her new professor whose tough demeanor is no match for Caroline’s burgeoning confidence.

[astreiants-archive]

a sapphic lit primer 🌸

also known as, an opportunity to insist you read my favourites

if you’ve ever found yourself wanting to read more sapphic books, but not quite sure where to start, let this be the post for you! if you’re looking for even more sapphic books, i hope you find something in here too.

there are a few books on here i’ve not read, that i wanted to include to raise awareness of them, more than anything. those are marked by *. as such, you will probably also see a fair few more well known books and authors missed off (but i promise i know about them!).

this is not meant to be at all exhaustive! it’s a collection of sapphic books that i’ve read and would rec, meaning there are still tons more out there. & you can find some of those more at @sapphicreadsdb​, readsrainbow (which i co-run with @tenderpotter), sapphiclitbot on twitter & my list of every sapphic book i’ve read.

as ever, this was meant to be a relatively short post. haha.

(i promise i did put links on this post, but for some reason those aren’t working on the blog page. dashboard version seems fine, i think.)

🌼  middle grade

🌻  contemporary

hurricane child by kacen callender

in the role of brie hutchens... by nicole melleby

hazel hill is gonna win this one by maggie horne

candidly cline by kathryn ormsbee

how to become a planet by nicole melleby

proud of me by sarah hagger-holt

the science of being angry by nicole melleby

middletown by sarah moon

p.s. i miss you by jen petro-roy*

almost flying by jake maia arlow*

in the key of us by mariama j lockington*

kenzie kickstarts a team by kit rosewater & sophie escabasse*

⚔️  fantasy

the strangeworlds travel agency by ld lapinski

the tea dragon society by kay o’neill*

📜  historical

tell no tales by sam maggs & kendra wells*

⁉️  mystery/thriller

goldie vance by hope larson

pepper’s rules for secret sleuthing by briana mcdonald

drew leclair gets a clue by katryn bury*

🦇  paranormal/horror

artie and the wolf moon by olivia stephens

🧪  science fiction

our sister, again by sophie cameron

🌼  young adult

🌻  contemporary

we are okay by nina lacour

this is what it feels like by rebecca barrow

the gay girl’s guide to ruining prom by siera maley

the liar’s guide to the night sky by brianna r. shrum

i kissed shara wheeler by casey mcquiston

the flywheel by erin gough

amelia westlake by erin gough

how to make a wish by ashley herring blake

taking flight by siera maley

like water by rebecca podos

don’t date rosa santos by nina moreno

all the invisible things by orlagh collins

orpheus girl by brynne rebele-henry

the henna wars by adiba jaigirdar

you should see me in a crown by leah johnson

love and other natural disasters by misa sugiura

rise to the sun by leah johnson

epically earnest by molly horan

if you still recognise me by cynthia so

truth be told by sue divin

thieves by lucie bryon

ask the passengers by a. s. king

starting from here by lisa jenn bigelow

annie on my mind by nancy garden

laura dean keeps breaking up with me by mariko tamaki

the stars and the blackness between them by junauda petrus

the last true poets of the sea by julia drake

i kissed alice by anna birch

fiebre tropical by juliana delgado lopera

melt my heart by bethany rutter

laurel everywhere by erin moynihan

every body looking by candace iloh

something certain, maybe by sara barnard

⚔️  fantasy

a dark and hollow star by ashley shuttleworth

the scapegracers by h. a. clarke

girl, serpent, thorn by melissa bashardoust

down comes the night by allison saft

engelsfors by mats strandberg & sara b. elfgren

summer of salt by katrina leno

from dust, a flame by rebecca podos

spellbook of the lost and found by moïra fowley-doyle

girls made of snow and glass by melissa bashardoust

out of the blue by sophie cameron

witch, cat & cobb by j. k. pendragon

girls of paper and fire by natasha ngan

the afterward by e. k. johnston

the never tilting world by rin chupeco

the midnight lie by marie rutkoski

the dark tide by alicia jasinska

the midnight girls by alicia jasinska

sweet & bitter magic by adrienne tooley

wench by maxine kaplan

way of the argosi by sebastian de castell

ash by malinda lo

the raven and the reindeer by t. kingfisher

the last magician by lisa maxwell

shatter the sky by rebecca kim wells

we set the dark on fire by tehlor kay mejia

queen of coin and whispers by helen corcoran

ghost wood song by erica waters

these feathered flames by alexandra overy

the bone spindle by leslie vedder

into the crooked place by alexandra christo

edie in between by laura sibson

crier’s war by nina varela

the winter duke by claire bartlett

sofi and the bone song by adrienne tooley*

girls at the edge of the world by laura brooke robson*

dauntless by elisa a. bonnin*

📜  historical

dangerous remedy by kat dunn

forgive me if i’ve told you this before by karelia stetz-waters

the pearl thief by elizabeth wein

heavy vinyl by carly usdin & nina vakueva

valiant ladies by melissa grey*

a curse of roses by diana pinguicha*

⁉️  mystery/thriller

far from you by tess sharpe

the girls i’ve been by tess sharpe

people like us by dana mele

summer’s edge by dana mele

the truth about keeping secrets by savannah brown

i hope you’re listening by tom ryan

eight pieces of silva by patrice lawrence

bad things happen here by rebecca barrow

the things we don’t see by savannah brown

the hollow inside by brooke lauren davis

throwaway girls by andrea contos

you’re next by kylie schachte

a lesson in vengeance by victoria lee

the sullivan sisters by kathryn ormsbee

cold by mariko tamaki

the killing code by ellie marney*

rules for vanishing by kate alice marshall*

🦇  paranormal/horror

the dead and the dark by courtney gould

to break a covenant by alison ames

shallow graves by kali wallace

wilder girls by rory power

afterlove by tanya byrne

house of hollow by krystal sutherland

specter inspectors by bowen mccurdy

burn down, rise up by vincent tirado

hollow by shannon watters & branden boyer-white

missing, presumed dead by emma berquist

perfectly preventable deaths by deirdre sullivan*

the dark beneath the ice by amelinda bérubé*

ghost walk by kay solo*

🧪  science fiction

joyride by jackson lanzing & collin kelly

crownchasers by rebecca coffindaffer

the good luck girls by charlotte nicole davis

cosmoknights by hannah templer

jane, unlimited by kristin cashore*

🌼  adult

🌻  contemporary

summer of the cicadas by chelsea catherine

take a hint, dani brown by talia hibbert

in the event of love by courtney kae

night tide by anna burke

beautiful world, where are you by sally rooney

spell heaven and other stories by toni mirosevich

far from home by lorelie brown

once ghosted, twice shy by alyssa cole

spindrift by anna burke

cow girl by kirsty eyre

the split by laura kay

tell me everything by laura kay

everyone in this room will someday be dead by emily austin

transcendent kingdom by yaa gyasi

the fat lady sings by jacqueline roy

conversations with friends by sally rooney

flamingo by rachel elliott

the wrong end of the telescope by rabih alameddine

a map of home by randa jarrar

mostly dead things by kristen arnett

patsy by nicole dennis-benn

little fish by casey plett

undone by bryce oakley

satisfaction guaranteed by karelia stetz-waters

tack & jibe by lilah suzanne

all at sea by cheyenne blue

i kissed a girl by jennet alexander

january embers by hildred billings

the simple answer by lily seabrooke

under the rainbow by celia laskey

the world cannot give by tara isabella burton

la bastarda by trifonia melibea obono

the one hundred years of lenni and margot by marianne cronin

all are welcome by liz parker

the romance recipe by ruby barrett

disoriental by négar djavadi*

the thirty names of night by zeyn joukhadar*

bastard out of carolina by dorothy allison*

among other things, i’ve taken up smoking by aoibheann sweeney*

marriage of a thousand lies by s. j. sindu*

honey girl by morgan rogers*

too much lip by melissa lucashenko*

delilah green doesn’t care by ashley herring blake*

the secret lives of church ladies by deesha philyaw*

the barrens by kurt & ellie johnson*

28 questions by indyana schneider*

there are more things by yara rodrigues fowler*

⚔️  fantasy

the unbroken by c. l. clark

the jasmine throne by tasha suri

wild and wicked things by francesca may

the true queen by zen cho

isola by brenden fletcher

the impossible contract by k. a. doore

foundryside by robert jackson bennett

the traitor baru cormorant by seth dickinson

the empress of salt and fortune by nghi vo

the bone shard daughter by andrea stewart

blackheart knights by laure eve

the velocity of revolution by marshall ryan maresca

the gracekeepers by kirsty logan

in the vanishers’ palace by aliette de bodard

the priory of the orange tree by samantha shannon

thorn by anna burke

penhallow amid passing things by iona datt sharma

sing the four quarters by tanya huff

city of lies by sam hawke

moontangled by stephanie burgis

burning roses by s. l. huang

a master of djinn by p. djèlí clark

ashes of the sun by django wexler

fireheart tiger by aliette de bodard

bestiary by k-ming chang

the black coast by mike brooks

night flowers shirking from the light of the sun by li xing

the councillor by e. j. beaton

silverglass by j. f. rivkin

water horse by melissa scott

high times in the low parliament by kelly robson

into the broken lands by tanya huff

the fire opal mechanism by fran wilde

among thieves by m. j. kuhn

the factory witches of lowell by c. s. malerich

the forever sea by joshua phillip johnson

the final strife by saara el-arifi

brother red by adrian selby

the winged histories by sofia samatar

the vanished queen by lisbeth campbell*

the northern girl by elizabeth a. lynn*

the bladed faith by david dalglish*

the worthy by anna k. moss*

📜  historical

the wicked cometh by laura carlin

the pull of the stars by emma donoghue

she who became the sun by shelley parker-chan

infamous by lex croucher

devotion by hannah kent

under the udala trees by chinelo okparanta

after the wedding by courtney milan

heathen by natasha alterici

mrs martin’s incomparable adventure by courtney milan

the night watch by sarah waters

tell it to the bees by fiona shaw

kept animals by kate milliken

a lady’s desire by lily maxton

the ophelia girls by jane healey

that green eyed girl by julie owen moylan

the perks of loving a wallflower by erica ridley

the companion by e. e. ottoman

her countess to cherish by jane walsh

paris, 7a.m. by liza wieland*

mademoiselle revolution by zoe sivak*

dark earth by rebecca stott*

⁉️  mystery/thriller

dirt town by hayley scrivenor

the lighthouse by fran dorricott

after the eclipse by fran dorricott

the final child by fran dorricott

proper english by k. j. charles

the last place you look by kristen lepionka

the better liar by tanen jones

fortune favors the dead by stephen spotswood

real easy by marie rutkoski

the best bad things by katrina carrasco

the case of the good-for-nothing girlfriend by mabel maney

the kill club by wendy heard

bury the lede by gaby dunn

beloved poison by e. s. thomson

the lady upstairs by halley sutton

ash mountain by helen fitzgerald

last call at the nightingale by katharine schellman

return to blackwater house by vikki patis

payback by charlotte mills*

a reason to kill by eve zaremba*

the heard by andrea bartz*

snare by lilja sigurðardóttir*

amateur city by katherine v. forrest*

the savage kind by john copenhaver*

the dime by kathleen kent*

the verifiers by jane pek*

🦇  paranormal/horror

abbott by saladin ahmed

the animals at lockwood manor by jane healey

black water sister by zen cho

hearts in the hard ground by g. v. anderson

they drown our daughters by katrina monroe

meddling kids by edgar cantero

yellow jessamine by caitlin starling

our wives under the sea by julia armfield

briefly, a delicious life by nell stevens

dead woman’s pond by elle e. ire

tripping arcadia by kit mayquist*

🧪  science fiction

a memory called empire by arkady martine

this is how you lose the time war by max gladstone & amal el-mohtar

the unspoken name by a. k. larkwood

the space between worlds by micaiah johnson

dead space by kali wallace

the quantum thief by hannu rajaniemi

ninefox gambit by yoon ha lee

ancillary justice by ann leckie

motor crush by brenden fletcher & cameron stewart

unconquerable sun by kate elliott

compass rose by anna burke

a big ship at the end of the universe by alex white

the light brigade by kameron hurley

empress of forever by max gladstone

the doors of eden by adrian tchaikovsky

seven of infinities by aliette de bodard

hard reboot by django wexler

last exit by max gladstone

sisters of the vast black by lina rather

gods, monsters, and the lucky peach by kelly robson

so happy for you by celia laskey

battle of the linguist mages by scotto moore

bluebird by ciel pierlot

an ancient peace by tanya huff

god’s war by kameron hurley*

barbary station by r. e. stearns*

this will kill that by danielle l. roux*

valkyrie by meg ludwa*

night sky mine by melissa scott*

the stars undying by emery robin*

🌼  poetry

if not, winter by sappho, trans. by anne carson

floating, brilliant, gone by franny choi

evohe by cristina peri rossi

bestiary by donika kelly

soft science by franny choi

rummage by ife-chudeni a. oputa

the world keeps ending and the world goes on by franny choi

bone by yrsa daley-ward

dream work by mary oliver

living as a lesbian by cheryl clarke*

womanslaughter by pat parker*

oral tradition by jewelle l. gómez*

the black unicorn by audre lorde*

hermetic definition by h.d.*

[beloved-blaiddyd]

yandere half-dog!Gallagher and forgetful farmer!reader au medium effort doodles before I start my day lol.

Edit: more dog gallagher content here

Short additional brainrots:

(Y/n)'s family has a long history of adopting hounds, even including them in their family tree.

Initially, they have no plans on getting a dog. They can manage the farm just fine and was not interested in investing on livestock (chickens, sheep, cows, etc.) They're not confident enough in their abilities to raise an animal.

??? once belonged to another Family, which unfortunately treated him poorly. He was not given a name. There was a period in the summer wherein his owners forgot to give him water, and when he did hear the sound of liquid trickling down— he cringed at the taste. He still doesn't know if they were trying to kill him, but from them on, he loathed the taste of SoulGlad.

Needless to say... (Y/n)'s old man was surprised when they brought home a "mutt".

“He looks like he's dying. Pops, can't you help me out?”

“I thought you hate animals...”

“I just stink at taking care of 'em.” (Y/n) sighed. “Please? Poor thing looks like it's on its last leg.”

To this day, Gallagher isn't sure what exactly compelled them to help him. Even when asked, (Y/n) would say they forgot their own reasons behind taking him in. Perhaps he was just that pitiful— or maybe their (L/n) traits finally got to them. He's eternally grateful either way.

And so...

Gallagher gazed at the (L/n) Family tree, caressing his and (Y/n)'s image.

“Hey Master, ya don't have any plans on getting another hound, do ya?”

“Please, you're already a handful, Woos— Gallagher. I don't need another one.”

He grinned, eyes not straying away from the painted walls.

“Good.” He closed his eyes.

“Wouldn't want to share you with anyone else, y'know.”

(Y/n) laughed. “For an old dog, you seem like a clingy young pup.”

Gallagher nodded, savoring their voice. Refreshing, just like cold water on a warm day. You claimed that he's acting like a puppy, but when he was young? He was a biter. Not exactly the loving kind. It was best that you met him when he was already all grown up.

“Well... Perhaps that's just a sign I never got a chance to being one... But when I'm with you, I'm...”

He shook his head.

“Nevermind. What's the agenda for today, Master?”

[book-girlswhispers]

The unsent letters of Aru Shah

Summary: Aru tries to connect with Aiden through letters during the 8 Months Of Ignorance

Pairing: Aru x Aiden (Aruden) - tpq

Genre: angst

Tw: none I think

Word count: 822

~~~

Sup Aiden!

So I thought I'd write to you, seeing as you, you know, you act like I don't exist anymore.

- from Aru

Aru crumpled up the piece of paper. She couldn't sound too blunt, not if she wanted him to actually read it.

~~~

Hi Wifey,

How are things with you recently? How's shadowfax doing? I hope that you are thriving -

Hope that you are thriving?! Who was she, an aristocrat or something? Gosh, she hadn't spoken to him in a few weeks, and suddenly she sounded like the Queen of England. The letter was screwed into a ball, before meeting the same fate as its predecessor.

Aru stared at the new page a while, and started writing.

~~~

Hi Aiden!

I know we haven't spoken in ages but I just wanted to say hi! How's things going? I saw you mom at Costco the other day, although she completely ignored me. Is that why you've been avoiding me? Did I do something? Do you hate me -

"Not sending that,"

~~~

Hey Snob

How's things over on the other side of the road?  There isn't much happening on my side. Poppy Lopez got moved up a set and keeps on kicking the back of my chair which sucks... Oh and I applied for the chess team! But that's all that's happened here.

It would be so cool if we could be in the same class, you're the only person in school who I can talk to about saving the world and all that stuff. It would be even better if you actually talked to me...

"Absolutely not."

~~~

Hi Aiden.

Is everything ok? We haven't talked in forever! Me and Kara are going to the movies this Saturday if you want to come? It's going to be so fun, we're going to see how much candy we can eat in one go - don't tell Mini about that part - and it'll be even more fun if you were there. We used to spend loads of time together but now -

~~~

To Aiden,

Me and Mini went over to Rudy's the other day (he was showing off his new wardrobe - Niki made him one) and we watched frozen. I like Let It Go the most obviously, but Do You Wanna Build A Snowman is a close second! We were all sing along, especially at the bit that goes like "We used to be best buddies, but now we're not, I wish you would tell me WHYYY-

~~~

Yo Aiden Wassup my man...

~~~

Aiden

Ok I already know I won't send this, so I might as well say whatever. WHAT THE HECK?! Why are you doing this? I did nothing, absolutely nothing, and now you treat me like I'm not there. No, worse than that. Like you wish I wasn't there. What's wrong? Did I do something, say something? If I screwed up, tell me! But don't treat me like I'm some random stranger.

I thought we were friends.

- from Aru

~~~

Dear Aiden

How are you? I've been meaning to talk to you for a while now. What have you been up to? Apart from the constant avoidance I mean.

~~~

Why do you hate me?

~~~

Aiden

I heard a TS song today and thought of you. How's it going? Are you going to training on Saturday? It would be great to spar with you, cause Mini is more defensive and Brynne is downright terrifying when it comes to fighting. Kara's pretty good at sparring as well. She misses seeing you almost as much as I -

~~~

Dear Aiden

Can we just talk again? We used to be friends, I just want that again. Or if you can't do that, tell me why you're doing this. Please. I - and I know this sounds weird and cringe but it's true - I miss you. I miss talking and laughing and watching movies and sparring and just being together. I miss you, Aiden

- Love Aru.

A teardrop fell onto the page. Followed by another. And another. Aru crumpled up the page and threw it in the pile, before breaking down into a sob. I miss you, Aiden. She said it over and over in her head. I miss you. I miss you. I miss you I miss you I miss you I missyouImissyouImissyou- Aru sobbed harder. Why do you hate me so much?

A spark of light across caught her attention. Aru looked up from her desk and to the left, to see her curtains open. Across the street, Aiden was looking out his window, outlined by the warm light of room against the dusk around him. For a moment - their eyes met, and Aru saw something flicker over his face. Regret? Or maybe just loathing. Whatever it was, it was gone a moment later. Aiden pulled his curtains shut, and Aru followed suit.

With a brisk wipe of her face, she turned back to the desk, a new piece of paper waiting.

~~~

Dear Aiden...

- Bea <3

Please do not copy/repost this work. All rights belong to me, the author. Feel free to reblog, though :)

[maitaiwiththecorpses]

Taylor Swift Albums As Aru Shah Characters (or vice-versa) (???)

Debut: Hira. She's young, seemingly innocent, but she's definitely experienced more than her fair share of heartbreaks and sadness. While singing along to Tim McGraw, Our Song, or Picture To Burn, she draws on those first few moments when she met Brynne. The country style and easy patterns soothe her- she definitely loves Shania Twain, too.

Fearless TV: Kara. Needless to say, most everything she's done to get to this point has required her to be fearless. She is all forbidden destinies and regrets, crying and hoping and crying some more. She'd definitely scream along to Fearless, and You Belong With Me, and sometimes with the Sleeper she'd hum Fifteen and Love Story- just for the feeling of a normal childhood.

Speak Now TV: Rudy. He only picked this because he saw the fabulous purple album cover and thought of dark benevolent queen. He thinks of the first time he met Mini when he listens to Enchanted, because he's sure the whole world is in love with death's daughter. He recreates the intricate sounds of Better Than Revenge, Speak Now, and Sparks Fly with his stones, soon getting his own recording studio to record his instrumental covers of them. And of course, Mean empowers him to brush past all the idiots who made fun of him being colorblind and a failure- cause they're pathetic and alone in life and mean.

Red TV: Malini. Do I even need to explain? Throughout the separation and divorce with Aiden's dad, she definitely listened to All To Well (Ten Minute Version) on repeat, nostalgically played 22 for Aiden, and finally, when she got a girl's night out, played We Are Never Getting Back Together. The heartbreak and cheating in Red highlights all her relationship troubles and how she comes out of them stronger in the end.

1989: Brynne. It's her workout music all the way. And life music too. She does HIIT sessions to Shake It Off and New Romantics, and dances to Out Of The Woods with Hira when it's late and they can't sleep. The feeling of reinvention and starting anew really draws her to the album- and who can blame her? (Plus, she was totally jamming to Rudy's TSwift battle music in SoD)

Reputation: Aru. She struggles with her legacy, her reputation, throughout the series. The thrumming beats and quick mood shifts of ...Ready For It? stimulate her ever-speeding mind and she loves making fun of Aiden with Gorgeous, the entire song a huge excuse to outright flirt with him. Getaway Car is her and Rudy's go-to car song when they drive alone, and there are days when Aiden finds her crying to Dress and Delicate in the shower. During and after the final battle, Don't Blame Me and I Did Something Bad were the only things she could hear in her ears- they were deafening, and a way of her brain guilting and processing all the events.

Lover: Aiden. I immediately knew this was his. He's surrounded by love, constantly, despite being afraid of it, calling upon Death By A Thousand Cuts. With his mom he softly sings Soon You'll Get Better and with Brynne and Mini they karaoke It's Nice To Have A Friend. His dad gets a very blurry video of Aiden and Bee one year in Father's Day in pink cowboy boots singing I Forgot That You Existed and his father never texts back. Ever the feminist and bisexual icon, he's out here bopping to The Man and You Need To Calm Down. He makes fun of Aru liking I Think He Knows, but that's nothing compared to his 2 am serenades of Lover. His favorites, though, are Paper Rings and ME!

Folklore: Mini. The med student of Epiphany. The calm, the quiet, the casual anxious spirals. Yearning at desperate when she hears Invisible String, Rudy cries when she sings it. Her mom hates Exile, but Mini hears it and thinks of all the ways she could fail and cries to it some nights. Seven reminds her of running around in a field of sunflowers as a little kid, not a care in the world, forgetting allergies, grades, or Pandava stuff. August is her back to school calling, a reminder of responsibilities and how they're not always bad. Cardigan is her pick me up when she's missing Rudy- not that he's ever too far.

Evermore: Suyodhana. Willow. He can't love the way he wants to, he can't say yes without worrying about everything- he is Champagne Problems. Forbidden, murderous, No Body, No Crime was made for him.

Midnights: Krithika. The definition of Anti-Hero. A lot of the series wouldn't exist without her causing more and more problems, despite being well-intentioned, she keeps messing up, and finally in NoI she starts owning up. Her glittering confidence in the early books beckon to Bejeweled and her ever-sermonizing self would scream Karma at the top of her lungs. Question...? would remind her of everything she left in the lamp, Suyodhana, Aru's chance at a father- the love of her life.

[meowcatsposts]

Fluffy Lover [Drew]

✎⁾⁾⁾note: I hope this fic brings you comfort during stressful times :)

Overview

You’re very stressed 

And you really need to decompress

Yet you have a hard time doing so, whatever the reason is

And Drew, being the perceptive lover he is, notices quick

He tries to ease you out of the stress

But you don’t really listen bc there’s a tons of stuff to do

So he coerces you lol

“Are you still finishing work, dear?” Drew whispered, rapping softly on the half open door. 

“...Yeah…” Rubbing your eyes, you mumbled out a half-baked response. In front of you lay an array of crinkled papers taking up all the desk space possible; you’d been picking them up and putting them back down for so long that small creases began to form on the fine print–a sign of a day’s long work. A dimly lit laptop sat within the nest of papers, lighting your stress-washed face. 

Though faith kindled softly in your heart, inevitably anxiety passed over, nearly extinguishing your crackling flame. Somehow, at the end of everything, you were shoved to the lip of a steep cliff, overlooking a dark looming abyss; sometimes, you’d lose your footing and slip and cling desperately onto jagged rock, feet dangling, head spinning, heart racing. The past few weeks had been exactly that–steep, treacherous, and draining. You ached from the mental burn, wallowing in pain from the neverending hike. 

And Drew saw you, crumbling under this mess. On numerous occasions, he tried to lure you away from the thorny paths, urging you to decompress with Brynn and Q (and occasionally Berenice), to take a break. You never truly listened, though, always brushing him off with an ‘I’ll be fine’ or ‘It’ll be over soon’ –all lies to keep him tame. But when he caught you one day, crying softly to yourself, he knew that whatever you were doing, wasn’t good. 

“What about taking a short break?” he suggested, sauntering into the cluttered room. “I doubt that would hinder your progress. In fact, I personally think it would boost your performance.”

Your mind screamed at you that he was right. Take a break, it wailed. 

But there’s so much to do in such little time, so much work to do, so much that’s left undone, so much–

Furiously, you typed the last few words on your computer and shut its lid closed. Tears burned your eyes. How long did this continue for? you thought. How much time did you spend sitting at your desk, hunched over paperwork? Too long. Hanging your head, you tried to blink away the hot tears but to no avail; they just kept falling and falling, flowing down your red cheeks. You wiped them away roughly. Drew needn’t see your pathetic state.

Oh, but he noticed–noticed much before you yourself did. He kneeled down, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and gingerly dabbed your tears away, murmuring, “It’s alright to cry. You deserve to rest.”

Those gentle words caressed your aching heart as more tears cascaded down your face. You sniffled, furiously blinking them away. 

“But…” you spluttered, “I have to do this or else…the deadline is in a couple of days, and-”

“No, dear, you’re overworking yourself,” Drew hushed you, sternly gazing into your watery eyes. “Though I understand you want to get this done, your health is much more important.”

You remained silent, hands balled tightly on your lap. For quite some time, tiny tremors endlessly wracked your body and you fought waves upon waves of intense sniffles. Drew stewed in your muffled cries, handing you his handkerchief.

“Would you like a hug?” he offered. 

You nodded silently, blubbering a soft, “Yeah.”

He took your hand, slowly stood with you, and wrapped you in a warm embrace; his arms felt so secure and soothing to your fumbling, racing mind. You squeezed back tightly and bit your quivering lip, a flood of tears stinging the corners of your eyes. Pat, pat. Drew caressed your trembling back and ran his fingers through your hair, hushing and pacifying your unraveling self. He felt the hot tears seeping through to his shoulder, but he didn’t mind; he was your pillar, after all. 

Though, a tiny part of him dragged a deadweight, because he felt responsible. Because he didn’t want to put more on your plate, he felt as though it was him who let you work yourself to the bone. Because he thought you could pull through, he felt as though he abandoned you, leaving you to the wolves. As a lover, he felt irresponsible–negligent, even. He vowed to serve you as royalty, yet here you were, slipping through his fingers like sand. 

Drew hugged you even tighter. “Are you feeling better?” he asked softly.

“Mhm…thanks…” you mumbled, burying your face in his shoulder. His suit and bandages faintly smelt of him, the scent you grew to find comfort in. Gradually, the high tides of anxiety swept away, leaving you kneeling on wet sand; it wasn’t the most stable yet, but it was something you could finally stand on, use as fuel. Wiping your tears, you asked, “Can I pet your head?”

Drew smiled softly, ears wiggling. “Of course. Whatever you need, dear.”

He led you to a small couch sitting in the corner of the room. “Go ahead,” he offered, slightly tilting his head your way. 

In an instant, your hands were stroking the smooth fur of his head, fingers running along the tufts of charcoal fuzz by his ears and jaw. A small smile tugged at your lips; petting your lover felt akin to stroking a pet’s fur, comforting and addicting. You couldn’t help but to play with his head, a childish giggle escaping your lips. Drew smiled; it seemed like you were finally reverting to your serene self, nearly void of worry’s deadly poison. 

Then, from the corner of his eye he noticed your droopy expression, and said, “You can lean on me, if you wish.”

This time, you complied obediently, pressing your head against his shoulder. Sitting in the comfortable silence Drew gingerly rubbed the small of your back; his hands felt warm and safe, like they always were, and you leaned into him further. This felt good–right, even. With Drew by your side, the incessant chattering seemed distant now, and faded to the very back of your mind, leaving you in your lover’s caring embrace. It wasn’t long before slumber welcomed you into its snug arms. Drew gazed lovingly at you and yawned softly, removing his spectacle. After laying you atop his chest and draping his coat over your sleeping figure, he smoothed your hair again, as you did to him. 

Although not sure if you could hear him anymore, he murmured tenderly, “I’ll always be here for you, dear, whenever you need it.”

Q and Brynn found both of you passed out on each other the next morning, and they grinned–they’d never let you, or Drew, live this down. Ever.

*cue immense teasing*

[dc418writes]

•Memory Lane•

✨Pairing✨: mechanic!Ari Levinsonxblack!Reader

Summary🪄: Ari’s girls treating him for Father’s Day brings along some good (and emotional) memories

⚠️: pretty much all fluff, teensy bit of angst, language (one bad word)

🎙: V late Father’s Day story/Drabble idea I thought of, featuring the Operation: Rekindle crew, that I hope you guys like✨

The light clinks and whispers coming up the stairs is the most adorable interruption to his sleep he could ask for. Turning so he would be facing the door he quietly laughs to himself now able to hear them a bit clearer.

“Slow down B, you’re moving too fast.”

“Which is exactly why I was just gonna carry the tray and you could’ve held the bowl,” Brynn counters.

“Like you could’ve carried this up the stairs. Dad would’ve been eating off the floor.”

“Shh! You’re being too loud.”

“Nuh uh, you,” Aliana retorts. By the time they’re opening the door to Ari’s bedroom, he’s sitting against the headboard in his solid grey tee shirt. Muscular arms crossed in front of him and hand covering his mouth to try and hide his chuckles.

“Just so you know, you girls would make terrible cat burglars.”

“…Why would we be stealing cats?,” Brynn asks. Both her and her sister completely missing their father’s jab as they stood looking at each other confused. This only makes Ari lean his head back laughing harder before motioning his loves over with a, “Come here you two.”

They carefully step in sync finally reaching the king sized bed to place the heavy tray over his lap. Ari’s blue eyes brighten and heart warms at the options in front of him: a bowl of Cheerios (his favorite since he was a child himself), three waffles drizzled in syrup with a square piece of butter in the center, and a small plastic cup of orange juice waiting in the corner.

“Oh!,” they both say in unison before, respectively, pulling an apple and small container of a few strawberries from the pocket of their robe and hoodie. “Happy Father’s Day!”

Also presenting him with his card, he can’t help the wide smile across his lips at the similarities of this present moment and his first Father’s Day with you in that old apartment. Before life decided to take a different route and get even more complicated.

-

“Happy Father’s Day,” you whisper with a careful peck to the corner of his mouth while placing the plate of golden pancakes topped with berries resting next to an omelette filled with peppers and cheese—just the way he liked—on the open textbook in front of him. He’d spent the majority of last night running into this morning studying for his upcoming exam, and no amount of your coaxing seemed to persuade him to take a break.

That is until the sizzling pan and diffusing smell of your creations awoke his stomach with a gurgle.

“Thank you honey, but I’m not a dad yet. Well technically…right?,” he asks setting you on his lap.

“According to the two people inside me causing my uncontrollable heartburn and swollen ankles you are,” you giggle resting your arm around the top of the chair. “So, gifts now or later?”

“Hmm, that depends…what gifts?” His mouth immediately finding the sweet spot at the base of your neck makes you squeal, playfully trying to push him away with hands planted on his broad chest.

“Actual gifts silly.” Leaning forward, you retrieve the dark blue gift bag from beside the desk sitting it on his unoccupied thigh. “Open.”

He starts with the card, tearing the flap of the envelope open and removing the orange card covered in small cartoon fans. “Happy Father’s Day,” he reads before moving to the inside and softly chuckling to himself catching onto the joke. “From your biggest fans. Love Y/N, baby A, and baby B.”

“It’s probably corny, but I thought it was cute.”

“It was very cute,” he smiles moving the silver tissue paper to the side to reveal a black baseball cap with “#1 Dad” on it along with a matching mug. The final present, a small leather box that held a silver watch shining with every tilt as he admired the beautiful timepiece. Turning it around he finally notices the inscription of “always” on the metal plate making his vision a bit cloudy.

“Sweetheart you didn’t have to.”

“I know, but I saw how you were looking at it in the window that day. Plus you don’t have a watch so, voilà.”

“Well thank you,” he smiles sliding you closer on his thigh to meet your full lips. His other hand spans across your growing belly rubbing in a circular motion and causing your little ones to stir as it always did. “And thank you babies. Clearly you get your amazing taste from mama.”

-

Side by side, the three sat in bed watching some cartoon while sharing strawberries. Both girls leaning their head on each shoulder while his arms held them close to his sides occasionally kissing the tops of their curly heads as he enjoyed their morning in.

“Dad?”

“What’s up Ali?”

“Do you have a favorite Father’s Day so far?,” she asks. Deep brown eyes and long lashes looking up towards him, just like her sister, while they patiently waited for his answer.

“Let’s see,” he ponders aloud, “honestly, the fact that I get to celebrate the day at all with you guys makes them all my favorite. But there’ve definitely been memorable ones.”

-

“Ari I thought you were watching her!” Bouncing a wailing Brynn in your arms, you try to console the fussy one year old while also cleaning the blood from her forehead that didn’t seem to want to stop.

“I was! But then I had to change Ali’s pull-up and-Ali no!”

Now both girls were crying. Brynn from her head injury, and now Aliana from stepping on a hidden piece of broken glass from the lamp in her attempt to be next to Ari.

And by the time the four of you made it to the hospital, you felt like crying.

“Alright so good news! Baby Brynn doesn’t seem to be experiencing any cognitive changes or symptoms that would make us suspect a concussion. We’re still gonna keep her for a bit longer just to make sure though,” the older doctor explains. Looking at her now you wouldn’t think anything happened how she giggled and babbled with her sister.

You wouldn’t think that with either of them really. The only evidence of something wrong being the butterfly bandaids covering their respective boo-boo’s.

“You guys have any questions for us or need anything?”

“No, uh we’re good for now. Thank you though,” Ari softly smiles with a gentle nod of his head.

“You’re welcome, and Happy Father’s Day. I know this isn’t exactly the ideal place to be,” he shrugs with a small chuckle.

“Thanks doc. Hope you have a happy Father’s Day too.” Once he’s left the room, you both release the breath you’ve been holding since the doctor mentioned her head needing to be scanned. Ari’s large hand soothingly running up and down your back as you lean into him.

“You realize this is just the first heart attack of many for us right?,” you state still gazing at your daughters now poking at each other as they lie side by side.

“Yep. Might as well reserve our own beds now,” he adds making you chuckle.

“I’m sorry we didn’t get to any of the plans today.”

“S’alright. As long as you and the girls are good and we’re together, I’m happy.” His lips meeting your temple make you melt even more into his side, sighing contently.

“We did get to one very fun plan this morning though,” he smirks against your skin as you lightly smack his chest.

-

“So that’s how I got this mark on my forehead.”

“And my foot,” Aliana adds.

“Mhm, and the exact day I got my first gray hair,” Ari chuckles. “So, you’ve fed me this wonderful breakfast, what’s next for today?”

“What do you wanna do?,” Brynn asks.

“Well,” he stretches with a yawn, “how about we go visit grandma and grandpa to wish him a happy Father’s Day too?”

“Okay! And milkshakes after?”

“That’s a must, no questions,” Ali pointedly states with a mouth full of fruit.

“Um obviously,” he replies making both girls giggle from his impression of a teenage girl. “Last one dressed pays!”

Watching them hop out of bed to nearly knock each other over trying to get out the door has him laughing with the shake of his head at his girls not so little anymore.

Sometimes he wondered how long this would last. Them being excited to spend the day with their old man and keep up their little tradition. Admittedly, it made him a bit sad thinking they might one day grow bored with it, and how that day might come soon with their approaching teenager years.

His vibrating phone interrupts his thoughts before he can sulk any further, flashing your name along with a text.

Hey, Happy Father’s Day! The girls did remember to give you their card right? (sent 10:23 am)

Hey and thanks😊. Yes they remembered lol, made me breakfast too (sent 10:24 am)

Oh woww..cereal or waffles? (sent 10:25 am)

Both😉 (sent 10:26 am)

🤯…guess we know who’s the clear favorite lol (sent 10:27 am) You guys have anything else planned for the day? Well besides milkshakes? (sent 10:27 am)

Gonna go see my folks for a while. Probably eat with them or get something while we’re out (sent 10:28 am) Why? Were you coming over? (sent 10:28 am)

-

Fingers drumming against your mug, you debate amongst yourself whether it’s a good idea to go or not. Of course you wanted to see him and your girls, but the fact that you’d eventually have to leave still sent a pang through your heart.

Just like that first Father’s Day during your separation.

-

“We brought you some food,” you softly smile removing the containers from the plastic bag. Not having all of his furniture yet, you were stuck eating on a blanket on the floor as if it was an indoor picnic. “Girls, get down and come eat.”

Having not seen him in a couple weeks, Aliana and Brynn were immediately glued to their father with their tiny arms currently around his neck. Giggling as they dangled and he tickled their sides and kissed their chubby cheeks.

“We’ll play later okay, cmon let’s eat. You hungry?”

At the sight of French toast sticks, they eagerly sit down next to him saying, “Food dada.” Each taking one of the torn halves from his hand before loudly smacking as children tend to do.

“It’s only been a few days and they look bigger,” he softly grins trying his best at making small talk. Things had been expectantly awkward between you two with his decision to move forward with getting his own place.

That was always the plan though when you first agreed on your arrangement. But with the couple years leading up to this moment, you wouldn’t have thought it was on the table anymore.

And a small part of you hoped it wasn’t.

“Yea, it’s like they’re growing overnight.” Your small smile as you cleaned Ali’s face makes Ari’s fall. The obvious elephant in the room not doing anything to try to relieve the tension and only making him feel more guilty than he already was.

“So,” he clears his throat, “Bill’s letting me start in two weeks, so until then I was thinking maybe I could start watching the girls again? I-I know it’s a bit empty in here right now, but it takes a bit off your mom-,”

“Was I the only one that felt it?”

“What?”

“Us. L-Like we were actually getting back to how things used to be..at least, how they were supposed to.”

Of course he felt it, and any other time hearing you say that would’ve put a smile on his face so bright, the sun would tap out. That time being back in the apartment, sleeping next to you, and waking up to see his girls with hair in a frenzied mess, it felt right. Like you were the family you were always meant to be and nothing made him happier.

But for yours and the girls sake, he couldn’t tell you that.

“It was fun, but bottom line is I was just trying to help out with Ali and B like I’ll always do. As for us…we..we were two adults needing to scratch an itch,” he sighs rubbing the back of his neck. “I mean..that’s what you called it right?”

Watching whatever hope you had drain from your cocoa eyes and be replaced with a sheen of tears ready to fall is the worst heartbreak he’s ever experienced. It was as if he’d just told an innocent child that Santa didn’t exist; nor did the tooth fairy or Easter bunny. If only he could tell you the truth.

Your gaze falls to your legs just in time for your finger to quickly wipe away a tear just as it breaks through its barrier. Definitely not wanting the girls to see you upset, you manage to gracefully collect yourself able to meet Ari’s ocean like eyes again as if you weren’t crumbling inside.

You were too late. It was over, and you couldn’t help but feel it was all your fault.

“Yea um, y-you’re right. We agreed and now it’s done.” Albeit a stupid agreement really that both of you knew wouldn’t go as planned.

Standing to your feet, you begin collecting your things ignoring Ari’s regretful “wait” as you put on your jacket. “I um just remembered I told my dad we’d stop by so we uh..we should go. Ali, Brynn time to go babies.”

“Noo,” they both whine only holding onto their father tighter as they try to hide behind his broad back.

“Girls please don’t start, we gotta visit grandpa cmon.” They’re stubborn though. Insistent on staying with their dad as their own stream of waterworks starts to flow.

“Dada here! You go mama!,” Aliana shouts with the stomp of her foot.

“Shh shh, hey,” he softly coos bringing both around to hug in each arm. “What do I always say huh?” All is quiet besides their sniffling as they each look down gently tugging on his navy blue college tee shirt.

“Dunno..”

“Yes you do,” he smiles tilting their chins up to look at him. “I say be…?”

“B-Be good,” Brynn mumbles around her thumb in her mouth.

“Right, so you both gotta be good for mama and go with her, okay? I’ll come get you guys on Friday and guess what?”

“Wha?”

“We can get shakies and go to the park.” Both seem to perk up at that making their father lightly chuckle. “So that’s three days away. Show me three.”

They do as they’re told, each holding up three fingers alongside Ari’s much larger hand. “Very good! You’re so smart,” he grins blowing raspberries on their necks and causing their wild giggles to return before looking upwards at you, “just like mama.”

“You’re always so good with them,” you softly smile watching him expertly stand while holding your four-year-olds.

“No better than you.” Leaning forward, his soft lips fall onto your forehead reminiscent of a kiss goodbye, and you can’t help but to lean into his chest leaving a kiss of your own just under the Star of David hanging from his chain.

Right now you shouldn’t want anything to do with him.

Heaven knows you wish you could feel that way, but you knew it’d never happen. Ari would always be a part of you and you silently hoped that part never broke away.

-

Um…no I think I’ll stay in today. You guys have fun though! Tell papa Levs I said hi and Happy Father’s Day (sent 10:38 am) Tell your mom I said hi too (sent 10:38 am)

Will do, you sure though? We could always meet somewhere (sent 10:41 am)

Yea, you three go ahead. Don’t have too much fun😉lol (sent 10:43 am)

Damn…so much for Vegas then😜 (sent 10:44 am) And we could never without you there😘 (sent 10:45 am)

You were sure it didn’t mean anything and was just Ari being his charming self, but reading his message did have your heart and stomach fluttering like a recently freed butterfly.

Mhm sure🙄😆 (sent 10:46 am)

Speaking of, thing 1 and 2 say hello and that they love you, but are trying to drag me out the bed to hurry up and get dressed (sent 10:48 am)

Lmao, I know they’re serious about their milkshakes so tell them I said hi and I love them back. I’ll talk to you guys later (sent 10:50 am)

Alright, talk to you later sweetheart❤️ (sent 10:51 am)

Staring down at your respective screens, you each so badly wanted to type “Love you,” with your thumbs hovering over the keyboard and ready to hit send. Instead though, you both slide your phones away with a sigh hopeful that one day you would feel bold enough to finally share those two words again.

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