#and i'll crawl into my mom's bed when i'm upset

[canongf-archive]

Hey there Liv,

It's ash from @heisen-shrine

I've been having a bit of a crisis as of late, and my guys have told me I really shouldn't care about this but my birthdays on Friday and im turning 30. I'm beginning to wonder if I'm maybe getting too old for this? Is there like an age limit to this? I feel like I should have everything together but I feel like I don't. Karl especially tells me it shouldn't and doesn't matter but...it's a feeling I can't seem to get away from...

hi hi @heisen-shrine !!!!! 💗

honestly! i don't really believe in the concept of growing "too old" for something that makes us happy! because what is "too old"? who decides? and why? i mean, at the end of the day, what does "too old" do for us besides rob us of comfort and joy and experiences?

there's no age limit to this kind of thing. no way. there are people out there that might think that there is, that think that by a certain age people are supposed to look a certain way, to do certain things, to not do certain things, but that's not how life works. everybody's journey is different and that's what makes it beautiful! and just because there are people out there that might think that there's an age limit to self shipping doesn't mean that there is. it doesn't mean that you need to worry about what they think.

you just need to worry about you. if self shipping is something that's good for you, if it's something that brings something to your life, then keep doing it! you don't have to have everything together at 30! you don't have to have everything together at 40 or 50 or 60 or ever. your journey doesn't have to look like anyone else's. you just have to do what's best for you, whatever that looks like.

happy early birthday!!! i hope it's a beautiful one!!! i hope that it's warm and loving and i hope that this new year is kind to you, that it brings you experiences and opportunities that you never even dreamed of. and i hope that no matter how old you get, you remember that you deserve to follow what makes you happy!!! 💗

[ashwhowrites]

what about eddie meeting your extended family and he meets ur niece or nephew who’s younger but really into rock music and they’re both bonding over their favorite artists and eddie compliments his record collection, and basiclaly just fluff about eddie realizing that he wants to have children of his own and being slightly upset that he missed out on having a large family growing up..

So cute, definitely

A short blurb

Eddie and reader are older- let's say mid 20s

Eddie and Y/N have been together since their senior year, well Eddie's third senior year. Eddie didn't believe ever in his life that he'd be driving his fiance to her family's house for Christmas. A family that loved him as their own.

"Troy got a new album. He's really excited to show you" Eddie smiled as she filled the silence in the car. Her soft voice always made him smile and feel safe.

"I'll make sure to find him" he said quietly, pulling up in the driveway.

She held his hand as she carried food in the other. Eddie grabbing the bag of presents.

Before either of them could unlace heads to knock, Y/N's cousin yanked open the door

"EDDIE AND Y/N ARE HERE!"

Cheers echoed throughout the house as they walked in.

Eddie never gets over the way her family always gets excited for him.

The way her dad cried when he asked for her hand in marriage. Immediately saying yes, "I've never seen her love someone so much" Eddie cried for hours that day.

Her mom adored him. Refusing to let him leave without a huge hug and messy kiss on the cheek. Thanking him for loving her daughter unconditionally.

Her little cousin Troy was his favorite. They bonded over music and movies. Troy was also very protective over Y/N. Even though he was a teenager. Eddie adored it. Knowing he wasn't the only one who watched out for his girl.

Eddie loved her family because they became his family

~~

"Eddie man! You gotta check out my new record" Troy said as he gave Eddie a side hug

"show me!" Eddie threw his shoulder over Troy's shoulders. Racing to his bedroom like children

Y/N laughed as they ran

"which one is 16 again?" Her mom joked

"definitely Eddie"

~~

During dinner she held his knee as she fed her baby niece

Kissing her chubby cheeks as the baby squealed in her lap

Eddie smiled as he watched her feed the baby. She was so soft with kids. He loved it. He had a feeling she would be an amazing mom.

Being around her family made him wish he had a huge one to grow up with. He loved his uncle Wayne no doubt, but he was always alone growing up.

"you okay?" Y/n asked softly, the family was drinking hot chocolate in the living room. She watched as Eddie looked around the room.

"yes. I just really love your family" he said into her hair

"well they love you too" she said, turning her head to kiss under his chin softly. "I've never seen them enjoy any of my past boyfriends." She laughed

He chuckled as he wrapped his arms around her

"well technically I'm a fiance so I'm already better"

"definitely better. I love you"

"I love you too" he said leaning his head down to kiss her softly

"ew they are kissing again!" Troy groaned

The rest of the family laughed as they looked at the couple.

"zip it troy" Y/N groaned, using her foot to kick him in the shoulder

~~

Eddie crawled in behind her as they got into bed. Turning off the lamp as he cuddled into her back.

"I want to have a baby with you"

She jumped up in seconds, turning on the lamp as she turned to look at him

"are you serious?" Her eyes huge and excited.

"yes. I want our own huge family. I want as many babies as you want. Have little feet running everywhere. Bring our own kids to Christmas. Everyone says "wow she's adorable" and I get to say "that's all my wife" or "your son has sick ass music taste" and I get to say "that's all daddy there" I want all of that and I want it with you.

"I want all of that too. And I can't wait to do it all with you"

Eddie Munson loved her family

But he can't wait to love his own family, a family he built up himself.

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[lutawolf]

Between Us Episode 4 Commentary and Review

For those that haven't read my other reviews. They can be found here. It's right underneath the UWMA reviews. In previous posts, I talk about how Win is possessive but not jealous. There is a difference, and I explain that here. Let me say that for those who are new to me. I am a kinkster, and I write from a kinkster perspective. This is, of course, artwork so it can be viewed differently by other people. However, I will say that kinksters don't hold some of the negative connotations that most view in vanilla relationships. So yes, my perspective tends to be vastly different.

Let's begin! I'm super excited while also nervous. WinTeam have amazing communication skills except for when they don't. I love this brother dynamic so much.

Honestly, this is exactly how my siblings and I act. Grown up? What the fuck is that when a sibling is around?! Well apparently, Win. 🤣🤣🤣 Gamer Bro gives me only child vibes more than the oldest. Win is more like the oldest. Ahh, there is the big brother coming out. It's in there just well hidden.

Is anybody else thinking about a certain Daddy scene? No, just me? 👀

T-Rex, if you haven't figured it out yet, you are an idiot. There has got to be something behind those fierce eyebrows. Apparently not. Congratulations, you've won the white crayon award. As in, he is not the brightest crayon in the box.

Awww, baby bro. You can be anything you want cause Win will make sure of it. They are cute, but damn is sunshine happy. Damn your younger brother knows more about love than you. You might know sex buddy, but you don't know intimacy. Listen to tiny bro. HAHAHA! Okay, sunshine is perceptive. I love it! And omg, the acting!! The way Win suddenly looks like he has been gobsmacked.

The alphabet gang. Um, was he expecting him to come? I thought we all knew he wouldn't. Oh, but he did come, and you guys owe your buddy an apology. There are so many side couples, though. Damn.

A locker full of drinks. That's more romantic than most guys actually get. I like it. Then, back to the group project. Bee is like bitches get out. Bee got one thing on his mind and it's a certain Prince. His crush is so obviouse.

Back to Team. Then to Win. Then back to Team. I'm getting whiplash, guys. Oh no, nightmares again. Win you might be upset now, but not for long. Sure enough, not for long.

Tell us how you really feel Win. They already have sides of the bed. I love it. Ugh, I'm gutted. Look at that gentle touch and the arms open. He's asking. It's completely up to Team, but he's asking because he know Team needs it but won't ask. The soft smiles from them both. One is looking forward to holding the other, and the other is looking forward to finally having a good night's sleep. They both found comfort in each other. For different reasons, but they've found it.

Win like, I'll be your wife, husband, and daddy, but I'll be damned if I'm your mom. FYI, for an amazing read about why the intimate verbiage from Team to Win is so important, check out @notfreetoday and @ellaspore posts. Both can be found on the Coconuts Mafia side blog.

Look how soft Win is when he is with his brothers and Team. Not just anyone gets this side of him. Not even his close friends. That should tell you that Win has long since chosen Team even if he himself hadn't completely realized it. Team is me after a night of drinking. Crawl on the floor and totally excited about food. Now notice that Team brings up his mom and Pharm cooking for him, and that smile never leaves Win's face. Jealousy is not there.

Win is doing everything he can to extend the time he has with Team. That smile never left his face because the time he does have with him is precious to him. Team is just as into the time they have together. Look at him talking about a movie tonight. He himself extended their time.

Win is having to work hard to get Team on the back of that bike. Team isn't an adrenaline junkie; he knows too much the consequences of that. He likes steady and steadfast. He craves security. Hai used the magic words, though. He said, "Trust me and come on." See how easily Team gives in. He is a brat through and through. He isn't happy about it, but he respects his Dom so fine. "Please drive slow, though."

Win won because he got those arms securely wrapped around him. OMG, I love the casual touches. The arm over the shoulder. The natural intimacy. The way Team says Hia and gently pulls on the back of his shirt. I know that a lot of people are thinking of this as whining, but please note that a lot of Doms like to be addressed. That's what you do when you put the name or title first. It's hard to explain. Think of it as a letter, how you address a letter. To whom it may concern or the name. It's addressing, showing respect before just going into dialogue. Now, from my understanding of some kinksters on here, that is not as prevalent everywhere as it is where I am from. I do feel that is actually what Team is doing here with Win, though. A reminder of, yes, I recognize that you and I have a more intimate tie than most.

Yes, Win he digested all his breakfast. A lot of energy was put into holding onto you on that bike. Ahhhh, look at that naturalness again. Team just grabs Win's hand without issue, and Win naturally lets him.

Team is such a foodie. Don't stop him Win, for a foodie like Win it's an act of love. HAHA, you are all equal, huh? Team, you're an idiot. Why would Win care about how girls think of him. Win sets him straight, though, letting him know it doesn't matter what girls think of him. Yesssssss, and he fed him the shrimp. Look how happy Team is. Sharing food with a foodie is the ultimate act of love. Guys, I'm telling you. Food is its own love language. It engages the senses and creates a connection. When words are hard to use, it's an easy way to express oneself.

"I thought you wanted to go grocery shopping. Why aren't you buying anything." 🤣🤣🤣 He just wanted time with you, Team.

Looks are subjective girls!!! Please stop knocking yourself down. Yes, Phreuk, come cheer. Oh, look at that gentle hand to Menow's back. Ahhhh, so cute. I love all the little detailed touches!!!! I adore Phreuk. They are cute. I'm dying. That was smooth, dude. Don't even ask, just tell. Wait, who was arguing with me that Phreuk doesn't have it in him to be Dom???? Did you see that move. I am cackling. So cute!

Here comes the possessiveness. Win isn't jealous of who Team is on the phone with. He is possessive of their time together. This is his time. Then he sees that Team is looking up movies, and they are back on track. I'm dying over the product placement of Iqiyi while I'm watching iqiyi.

I love Win's "The audacity of this Bitch" face. 🤣🤣🤣 Even I'm laughing at you Win. Yeah, you are still cool but maybe not right now.

Team is totally taking advantage of this, and I love him for it. Team is having fun, but you can tell he cares for Win. He changes the channel and easily agrees to keep it to himself. Then Win flashes back to talking to his little brother, and we get this beautiful sequence of love and adoration.

Thank you, Ray of Sunshine! Again, with the casual touches and shared joy.

Ha! Win got Team back on the bike. Win wants to know if Team is used to the bike yet. Team brings up girls again, and Win is not understanding. See you guys, Team IS jealous. He is not secure in the knowledge that Win is his. Now, he could recognize this as a negative emotion and push those feelings down. The healthiest thing to do, though, is exactly what he is doing. Bringing them out into the open to be addressed. He isn't starting a fight, and he isn't accusing Win of anything. He is telling him what everyone says. Win says, "How can he help what other people think?" This isn't an unhealthy conversation. It's a healthy one because emotions are not getting bottled up.

T-Rex, are you trying to die.

Conversations goes right back to where it was with a lot of misunderstandings cleared up. See, intense but not unhealthy. They both walked away from that conversation happy.

The sub trio!!! Each of them teasing why having their own secrets. Run Pharm Run!

Dom trio!!! Look at you calling people out, Win. HAHAHAHA! Love Deans response. Oh, you wanna bring someone extra. 🤣🤣🤣 I love the fact that all of them went for kids from the same friend group!

Ohhh, they got questions about Team. Back off, you can't stop Win. Good, you told him you trust him. I really like that despite Dean being Win's bestie, he is a good guy. He cares about doing the right thing and being a good person. He isn't gonna just side with Win because he is his friend.

"That's how our relationship started." "You started that way but how are you going to end?" "I don't know, but whatever we have right now it is already good." Ugh, how is Team gonna take that. He doesn't look so happy. He missed win saying it wasn't just about the sex and basically admitting he is head over heels.

When in doubt, head to your bestie. Ahh, what is love question. Team says that everything Pharm is describing can be attributed to friendships as well. Including theirs. Pharms says yes, but there are no feelings of possessiveness. 👀👀👀 Oh gee, who could have said something similar. 👀👀👀 hmmmmm. "Because you want to possess him." 👀👀👀

That face of Win's. Dead. But notice how Win waits until he is acknowledged. He doesn't but in to interrupt Teams time with Pharm. He can tell they are having a conversation. When he is acknowledged, he moves towards team, telling him, "Let's go home." Team agreeing but not moving fast enough so Win grabs him by the hand to take him away. I'm sure there will be some of you that think this is jealousy and you are wrong. It's possessiveness. Notice how Win tells Pharm that Dean will be out in a few minutes and how Pharm is smiling because he knows that this is Win being possessive. Win knows Pharm is Dean's. It's just that now it's his time with Team, and he is possessive of his alone time. Remember, Win isn't used to having something that is ALL his. And he doesn't desire to keep Team all to himself but be damned if he doesn't savor those moments when he does get him all to himself.

Win is gone. Gone.

We know why you like the bike Win. You ain't fooling, nobody.

OMG, this was such a good episode. And the side story!! So cute!!! I don't care that it was a promotion. It was adorable. Hope you guys enjoyed it as well 💜💜💜 As always, this is dedicated to my amazing followers and the Coconuts Mafia.

[bechloeislegit]

Pitch Perfect SpookFest 2022 - Day 1

Summary: Beca and Chloe's daughter, Sophie, is afraid of the dark. One night she wakes up screaming and tells her moms that she heard a monster under her bed. Beca looks under the bed and assures Sophie there is no monster under the bed. However, Sophie doesn't believe it and gets upset.

Fear of the Dark

Two-year-old Sophie Beale snuggled into Chloe's neck as she was carried up to her room.

"Light, mommy," Sophie said as Chloe started to enter the darkened room.

"I know, sweetie," Chloe said, flipping on the light switch. "Look, no more dark."

"No more dark," Sophie mumbled. "Dark is scawy."

"Don't worry, Soph," Beca said. "We'll always leave a light on for you."

Chloe laid Sophie down, and Beca grabbed a book.

"Do you want me or mommy to read to you tonight?" Beca asked.

"Mommy," Sophie said.

"I can't blame you, kiddo," Beca said. "I'd choose mommy every time."

Chloe smiled as she accepted both the book and a kiss from Beca.

"I love you, too," Chloe murmured against Beca's lips.

Twenty minutes later, Sophie was sleeping soundly. Beca and Chloe kissed her cheek and left Sophie's room.

"Are you ready for bed yet?" Chloe asked.

Beca smiled and took Chloe's hands in hers. "Yes, but not to sleep."

Chloe giggled and allowed Beca to lead her to their room.

Two hours later, Sophie sat up in bed and looked around; it was dark in her room. Sophie hated the dark. Her eyes widened when she heard something under the bed. She hugged her stuffed red panda to her.

"Mommy! Mama!" Sophie yelled.

Beca and Chloe both jumped up and ran to their daughter's room.

"What's wrong?" Chloe asked as she entered the room.

Beca ran to the bed and pulled the crying toddler into her arms.

"No dark," Sophie cried.

Chloe ran and switched the light on again.

"How did that get turned off?" Chloe mumbled.

"It's okay, Soph," Beca said, hugging the young girl to her. "Mommy and mama are here."

Sophie cried into Beca's chest as Chloe came and stood next to them.

"Did you have a bad dream, baby girl?" Chloe asked, rubbing Sophie's back.

Sophie shook her head and sniffled.

"No," Sophie said, hiccoughing. "Th-there's a mo-monster under my-my bed. I heared it."

Chloe wiped the tears from Sophie's face and smiled at her.

"Do you want mama to scare away the monster for you?" Chloe asked.

Sophie nodded and looked at Beca. "Mama? Pwease?"

"On it," Beca said, passing Sophie over to Chloe.

Beca kissed Sophie's cheek and then got down on her hands and knees to look under the bed.

"Go away, monster," Beca shouted. "Sophie doesn't want you here, so leave. Get out!"

Beca crawled around the bed as Sophie hugged Chloe and watched. Beca yelled for the monster to leave as she crawled all the way around the bed. She finally stood and went over to Sophie and Chloe.

"He's gone," Beca said. "I promise."

"You sure?" Sophie asked, looking around the bed.

"I'm sure," Beca said, smiling at Sophie. "Let's get you back to bed. It's late."

"No!" Sophie screamed, tightening her hold around Chloe's neck. "Dark is scawy."

Beca looked at Chloe, and Chloe looked back at her. They had a conversation with their eyes and nodded their heads.

"Do you want to sleep with mommy and mama?" Chloe asked.

Sophie just nodded, sniffling as Chloe wiped her tears away.

The little family left Sophie's room and started for Beca and Chloe's room.

"Check monsters?" Sophie asked Beca as they reached the door.

"You want me to check to see if there are monsters in our room?"

Sophie nodded again.

"Okay," Beca said. "You and mommy wait here, and I'll make sure there are no monsters, okay?"

"Kay," Sophie said.

Beca turned on the bedside lamp and made a big show of checking under the bed and around the room as Sophie watched from the doorway.

"We are monster-free," Beca said. "No monsters; I promise."

"Ready to go back to sleep?" Chloe asked as she carried Sophie to the bed.

"Yes," Sophie said.

Chloe laid Sophie down and climbed into the bed with her. She adjusted the covers and placed Sophie's stuffed red panda next to Sophie. Sophie pulled the stuffed red panda to her and moved her head to Chloe's chest.

"Goodnight, sweet girl," Chloe whispered as she kissed the top of Sophie's head.

"Night, mommy," Sophie mumbled and closed her eyes.

Two minutes later, Chloe looked down and saw that Sophie was asleep.

"She's out," Chloe whispered to Beca. "I'll leave the light on in case she wakes up."

"Okay," Beca whispered.

Beca kissed the back of Sophie's head, then leaned up to kiss Chloe.

"Goodnight, babe."

~~ Pitch Perfect SpookFest 2022 - Day 1 (#ppsf22.1) ~~

Beca's alarm ringing woke her the next morning. She reached over and turned it off, then yawned and stretched. Noticing the bedside lamp was off, she clicked it on and looked over, checking to ensure she didn't wake Chloe or Sophie. Sophie wasn't there.

"Sophie?" Beca said, lifting the blankets to see if she was hiding under them.

Sophie was not under the covers, and Beca reached over to shake Chloe awake.

"Chlo, wake up," Beca said. "Sophie's not here."

"What?!" Chloe yelled, jumping out of bed.

Chloe grabbed the blankets off the bed, frantically hoping she was just hiding from Beca.

"She's not here, Chloe," Beca said, trying to remain calm.

"Maybe she's in her room," Chloe said, running out of their bedroom.

She careened around the door and into Sophie's room.

"Sophie!?" Chloe cried. "Bec, she's not in here either!"

"I'll check the rest of the house," Beca called out as she ran for the stairs.

Beca was starting to panic as she ran through the house, calling out for Sophie. Not finding her, Beca ran back to Sophie's room. She stopped just inside the door when she saw Chloe sitting on the floor with her back against Sophie's bed, the tracks of her tears visible as she clutched Sophie's stuffed red panda to her chest.

"Sophie can't sleep without this," Chloe said, holding out the stuffed red panda Beca had given Sophie just a few months before. "She had it with her when we took her to our room last night."

Beca's heart broke at the sadness in Chloe's voice.

"Where, um, where did you find it?" Beca asked.

"Right here," Chloe said, patting the spot next to her as she looked down at the floor. "It was just lying here like it fell off her bed."

"Mommy?"

Chloe's head jerked up, and she looked at Beca. "Did you hear that? I think it came from the closet."

Chloe jumped up and rushed to the closet, throwing the door open. "Sophie? Baby, are you hiding from mommy and mama? Sophie?" Chloe was frantic as she looked back at Beca. "She's not here!"

Beca grabbed Chloe just before she collapsed to the floor.

"We should call-"

"Mommy? Mama? It's dark, and I'm afwaid. Where are you?"

Beca stopped and listened.

"Sophie?!" Beca screamed. "Say something so mama can find you?"

"I'm here, mama," Sophie said. "It's dark, and I'm afwaid."

Beca could hear the fear in Sophie's voice and stood and turned in place several times. Chloe remained seated on the floor, watching Beca.

"Soph? I need you to talk to me," Beca called out, moving to stand next to Sophie's bed. "I can't find you if I can't hear you."

"I'm here, mama," Sophie said, crying now.

Beca looked at the wall. She could have sworn Sophie's voice was coming from behind the wall. She stood with her ear to the wall and called out, "Sophie?"

"Mama?" Sophie said.

Beca jerked back from the wall.

"She's in the wall?" Beca muttered. "Chloe, she's in the wall!" she screamed.

"What?!" Chloe asked, scrambling to stand.

"She's in the wall," Beca said, frantically looking for something to break through the wall.

Beca couldn't find anything, so she started punching and tearing at the wall with her bare hands.

"Beca, stop!" Chloe yelled, grabbing Beca and trying to pull her back from the wall.

Beca slunk down to the floor with Chloe holding her. Beca held her hands out as she sobbed, tears streaming down her face.

"She's in the wall," Beca mumbled as Chloe held her and stroked her back. "I can hear her in the wall."

"It's okay, baby," Chloe murmured. "We'll get someone to get her out, okay?"

Beca sobbed louder. Sophie needed her, and she was failing her and Chloe.

~~ Pitch Perfect SpookFest 2022 - Day 1 ~~

Several hours later, after a trip to the ER, Beca was back home with both hands wrapped in bandages. She immediately ran to Sophie's bedroom to find several holes in the wall where Chloe had convinced the firefighters that had come because of her 9-1-1 call that they could hear Sophie in the wall. The firefighters began tearing into the wall as Beca was taken away to the hospital.

Chloe let Beca go to Sophie's room while she slowly made her way to their room. She lay on the bed and hugged the pillow as tears streamed down her face.

Meanwhile, Beca remained in Sophie's room.

"Mama!"

Beca stepped over some of the debris and stood staring at the wall.

"Mama! Help me!"

Beca felt so helpless. Her baby needed her, and she couldn't do anything to help her. Beca let out a frustrated scream and dropped to her knees.

Chloe covered her ears with the pillow so she couldn't hear Beca's screams. It was taking all she had to hold her own screams in.

"Mama!"

Beca could hear the fear in Sophie's voice. She was frustrated and looked for something to throw. She picked up one of Sophie's toys and let out a primal scream as she threw it at the wall. But, instead of hitting the wall and bouncing off, it disappeared into the wall.

"What the Hell?" Beca said, standing and wiping her eyes.

She went over to the wall and looked at it. She ran her hand down, and suddenly it disappeared into the wall. She pulled her hand back and dropped to her knees to look at the spot on the wall.

The toy suddenly came flying back out, just as Sophie's voice called out to her.

"Mama?"

"Mama's here, baby girl," Beca said. "I'm coming to get you. Stay where you are. Mama's coming."

Knowing she had to go after Sophie and unsure of what to expect, Beca bent down and stuck her hand through the wall again. When she reached in as far as her arm would go and nothing happened, she leaned down and put her head through the wall. It was dark and cold, but she pushed on, and soon her entire body made it through the wall.

Beca stood and let her eyes adjust to the dark as best she could. It was difficult to see anything more than a few inches in front of her. She could hear whistling and clicking noises. She shivered and looked around as her eyes adjusted to the dark.

"Mama!"

"I'm here, baby," Beca called into the darkness. "I'm here. Call out again so I can find you."

"Mama!"

Beca held her arms out in front of her and moved in the direction she thought Sophie was calling from. She jumped and screamed when her hand bumped into something.

"Sophie?"

"I'm here, mama!"

Beca pulled her hands back when Sophie's voice came to her from a distance. She inhaled sharply and kept moving through the dark, hoping she was moving toward Sophie.

"Mama."

Beca kept moving and calling out for Sophie. After what seemed like an eternity, she called out once again for Sophie.

"Mama," Sophie responded, and Beca knew she was close.

Beca reached out, and suddenly Sophie was in her arms. Tears fell down her cheeks as she hugged Sophie to her.

"Mama!" Sophie cried, hugging Beca as hard as she could.

"I got you, Sophie," Beca cried. "Mama's got you."

"I want to go home," Sophie cried. "It's dark, and I'm scawed. I want mommy."

"I know, baby," Beca said. "Just close your eyes and think of mommy. Mama's going to get you home to mommy, I promise."

Beca looked around and still couldn't see more than a few inches in front of her. Then, suddenly, a small point of light showed off in the distance.

"There's a light, baby," Beca said. "We're going to go to that light and find mommy, okay?"

"Kay, mama."

~~ Pitch Perfect SpookFest 2022 - Day 1 ~~

Chloe followed the same routine she'd followed for the past two years. She wrapped her robe around her and shuffled down the hall, stopping at the door to Sophie's room. She pressed her palm against the door before opening it and looking inside. Everything was exactly as it had been for the past two years.

Chloe crossed her arms and leaned her head and shoulder against the door jamb. She couldn't believe it had been two years ago today that she lost the two people who were her whole world.

As Chloe stood there, her mind wandered back to the week after Beca and Sophie had gone missing.

"What did you do to your wife and daughter, Mrs. Beale?" the detective asked. "Where are they?"

"I didn't do anything to them," Chloe said, her voice monotone as she held her head in her hands. "They just disappeared, and I don't know where they are."

"People don't just disappear into thin air," the detective said. "Things will go easier for you if you just tell us where they are."

"I don't know," Chloe cried. "If I knew where they were, I'd be with them right now."

Chloe shivered at the memory. If it hadn't been for her best friend, Aubrey, she would probably be in jail. Or a psychiatric hospital.

The police had no evidence of foul play in the disappearance of Sophie and Beca Beale, so Aubrey threatened to file a harassment suit against the LA PD if they didn't leave Chloe alone. After that, they had no choice but to send Chloe home and mark the case as unsolved. To this day, it was still unsolved.

Chloe prayed every day that Beca and Sophie would be found and brought home, but she was starting to give up hope of that ever happening.

Chloe shook her head and chuckled lightly. Home. It wasn't a home without Beca and Sophie; it was just a house. The two loves of her life were what made it home, and they were gone.

"Still," she muttered.

Chloe sighed and reached to close the door. She often felt bad that the room was in such disarray, but she couldn't bring herself to do anything about it. So she kept the door closed, hoping to hide the memories of the last place she saw her wife and daughter.

"Mommy?"

Chloe froze with her hand on the knob and listened. Her mind must be playing tricks on her as she thought she heard Sophie calling for her. She shook her head and started to pull the door closed.

"Mommy?"

The voice sounded closer, and Chloe shoved open the door, causing it to hit the wall.

"Sophie?" Chloe said as she heard a rustling sound near the head of Sophie's bed and looked over.

Chloe gasped; she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Sophie seemed to appear from thin air, coming from the wall and running toward her. Chloe dropped to her knees and grabbed Sophie to her; she was crying and laughing as she peppered Sophie's face with kisses.

"Oh, my baby," Chloe cried, hugging Sophie tight to her.

"Chlo?" Beca's voice pulled Chloe out of her joyful reunion with Sophie.

Chloe looked over to see Beca standing near the wall in the same spot Sophie had just come from.

"Oh, my God!" Chloe yelled. "Beca!?"

Chloe stood, still holding onto Sophie. She rushed over to Beca and grabbed her arm, pulling her into a hug.

"I did it, Chlo," Beca said, squeezing Chloe and Sophie as tight as she could, her hands clenching the back of Chloe's robe as tears ran down both their faces. "I got our Sophie back."

Chloe smiled the first real smile to adorn her face since Beca and Sophie went missing. She hugged Beca and Sophie tighter and kissed Sophie's cheek.

"I've missed you both so much," Chloe cried. "It's been the longest two years of my life."

"Two years?!" Beca cried, pulling back from Chloe. "That can't be right."

"It's true," Chloe said. "You and Sophie have been missing for two years, Beca."

"No," Beca said, confused. "Look at Sophie. She hasn't aged a day. Plus, it feels like we were only gone for a couple of hours."

Chloe looked closer at Sophie and realized Beca was right; Sophie looked exactly as she did when she disappeared down to wearing the same clothing. Clothing that fit the two-year-old perfectly.

"This doesn't make any sense," Chloe said, tears continuing to run down her cheeks. "I swear to you, Beca, I've been in a living hell for two years, not knowing where either of you were or when, or if, you'd be coming back."

Beca shook her head as she looked at the wall that transported her and Sophie to some weird dimension where about two hours had passed for them, but two years had passed outside the wall.

"I know this probably goes without saying, but we're moving," Beca declared.

[fablewoven]

For anyone actually wondering, my portrayal of Yennefer includes the following from her sources to make her who I write her as.

The Books:

Her mother was the half elf and her father was so upset about the elven blood making their child deformed that he took it out on her verbally and physically, and then after he finally left, Yennefer's mother started abusing her until Tissaia took her off her hands.

Tried to kill herself in Aretuza.

Tissaia ordered her transformation and was the one that took away her ability to have kids and didn't tell her about it--Yennefer did not ask for that stuff on her own, but she was more than okay being beautiful and feared after the life she had with her parents. Also, honestly, she wanted to be better than the bullies she had, like Sabrina.

Hates politics, but deals with it when she has to.

Quit Aretuza over failing to save a child, and she will protect all children at all costs, especially female ones. Kids are her weak spot.

Lets Ciri crawl into bed with her when she has nightmares.

Will go feral over Ciri and Geralt on any ocassion.

Is a bit possessive of Geralt, but prolly not entirely to the extent of the books where he leaves over it a couple times, but I attribute some of that to the fact that I do believe Andre doesn't always know how to write women and keep them in character when he just wants drama for drama in the novels.

Has no issues doing necromancy, even though it's a dark art, but she mostly only does it to try and find Ciri.

Ciri is her child and she refers to her as such.

Has a pet Kestrel.

Witcher 3 Game:

Portals people and things off waterfalls when she's mad.

Has a unique bond with ravens.

I feel like this list is short, but the Games were so good at incorporating more of her Book attitude already, so Witcher 3 is just part of her because I liked it. Not a perfect adaptation, of course, but I enjoyed Yennefer, so...

Netflix:

Anya is her face claim.

She's older than 13 when she becomes a sorceress (that's how old she was in the books when Tissaia sterilizied her), but prolly admittedly not as old as Netflix has her doing everything.

Yen and Jaskier bonding/friendship.

Netflix has its own verse and it is only in the Netflix version of stuff that I will accept the Deathless Mother as she is Netflix only created. I will also only RP that fallout with the modifications I made over it, which is in a different post.

My Own Flushed Out Headcanons For Her:

Will hold Triss accountable for r*ping Geralt, and does not forgive her just because they're 'sisters' and 'good friends'.

Because of this, Yennefer tries really hard not to manipulate Geralt in any way. She already did after they started a relationship try to only read his mind occasionally, but after the Triss stuff she has a much harder time doing stuff. She's self aware, okay?

Does on some level blame Tissaia for what she has lost, but sees her as a mother and does feel indebted to her for everything she gained from becoming a sorceress.

Is still the 'horseman of war', and I feel like I'll flush that out more later because she's not the actual horseman, but it's a book thing.

She's a bitch sometimes, but she's a soft Mom to the people that she loves, even if sometimes she's loving in a tough love approach.

If you ever have any other questions, feel free to ask, and not be a dick about it, like the anon in my inbox right now. I have said multiple times that my Yennefer in her main state is a MIX of all of her sources. She is mine, and I am feral about her, and I get to portray her however the fuck I want to. I'm sorry I'm one of maybe 5 active Yen's, but you don't get to tell me how to write my muses.

I'm also sure I'll update this occasionally, but yeah.

[poisonouswritings]

p

pegging Sage Lesath

just,, just fuck him up

fuck him into the bed til his brain's completely blank and he's drooling all over the sheets

Big ol intimidating dangerous cat mercenary man begging you to fuck him harder and babbling about how good your cock feels slamming into him

ur smaller and weaker? Magic.

Magic that can make him paper light,,, lifting his hips off the bed,,, urk oup I'm not normal

Do I just wanna see him ragdolled around? yes perhaps

now don't mind me, I'm just summersaulting back into my degenerate hidey hole

Reg get out of your hidey hole and come face your degenerate-ness head-on

GN!Reader, the whole post is NSFW (obviously) but the actual sex starts further down so that's where I'll be putting the readmore, depictions of rough sex, sex toys, little bit of aheago, lot of comfort towards the end, Reg I want you to know my mom walked in on me while I was writing this and I had to fucking sit there and have a conversation while praying she didn't ask to see my computer screen

Sage has had,,, a rough day today. He doesn't wanna talk too much about it. In fact it's only because of Tulsi that you know what happened, and even she doesn't have the full picture; Sage was in the forge with her goofing off and being a nuisance, someone who recognized Sage walked in, made some comment about him being 'exactly the same as before', and left. Then Sage got real quiet and upset and left a couple minutes later.

Normally he'd go to a bar when he felt like this but his favorites are all closed for fumigation or maintenance or whatever. So. Here he is. Sulking in your bed. You try to coax him into talking a bit more about it but he just keeps saying it doesn't matter, even though it clearly does.

You sit in bed with him for a minute, scritching behind his ears until he gives a reluctant purr. Then you lean down and kiss his forehead and say there are other ways besides alcohol to shut your brain off for a while.

Like sex.

At first he laughs. Not unkindly or anything! It's just that he's had a lot of sex over the years and he's never gotten that blank-ness you're talking about, not without a lot of alcohol. You're welcome to do your best (more than welcome in fact, he'd love to see you try) but you shouldn't get your hopes up.

:)

You tell him to give you an hour to prep. He agrees and nuzzles into your pillows for a nap. Being surrounded by your scent is comforting and lulls him to sleep pretty fast.

Meanwhile you go over to Felix's study and ask him for a strength potion and a stamina potion. And then ask him to teach you the ward to soundproof a room

:)

Oh and if he can help you pull something out of the Void

:)

Once you've got all your proverbial ducks in a row you head back over to your room. The wards you placed shimmer softly before sinking into the wood of your door.

Good. Now you can have as much fun as you want.

When you go back inside Sage is still sleeping. You keep your footsteps light and gentle as you practically float around the room, grabbing the full-length mirror and propping it up against the dresser that's across from the bed. Then you down your potions. Energy shoots through you, making your whole body feel like it's tingling.

You crawl onto the bed next to Sage, just watching him for a moment. His brows are furrowed. Must still be bothered from earlier. You lean down and kiss his forehead, softly scratching behind his ears. It takes a second for him to start purring. When you pull away to look down at him, his amber eyes are half-open and focused on you. He smiles softly and tilts his head into your hand as his tail winds around your thigh.

You always make him feel better. You know that, right?

Once he's fully awake - and boy does he take his time stretching out - he asks you what exactly it is you have in mind.

:)

A couple minutes later (after you've both undressed) he's panting and balling the sheets into his fists,, his moans are a low growl in his chest as his cock throbs in your mouth,, his eyes are half-lidded as he looks down at where you're bobbing your head up and down his stiff shaft, working your lubed-up fingers in and out of his ass to get him stretched out, adding a second and third once he seems ready to take it. As you coax him closer and closer to the edge, he squirms more and more. You finally pull off his shaft with a pop! and smile sweetly. Aw, does your little kitty cat feel good? :) He does? :)

You crawl up his body and smooch his forehead, scratching behind his ears. You can see the way his eyes go hazy with pleasure. His mouth is a little open as he pants for air.

Not quite desperate enough yet.

You kiss the underside of his chin. He purrs and lolls his head back, baring his neck for you to have free reign. You rest one hand on his chest, feeling his heart hammering against your palm. And your other hand works some lube onto your cock

Cock or strap-on or whatever it is you're wearing. Reg mentioned having it be something from Bad Dragon and I leave you all the website to look through. Anyways I'll be using the terms cock/dick/etc. but it's whatever you want it to be

Once you're pretty decently lubed up, you press the head of your cock against his ass. By now his neck and shoulder is littered with hickeys and he's deeply flushed, drooling just a little as he looks up at you. His soft tail slips around the base of your cock, shifting back and forth and tickling you a little.

Awww :( little kitty is all excited :( baby boy wants to get dicked down, huh? :(

His glare might be more impactful if his hands weren't holding your hips and trying to pull you closer. So you laugh and smooch the tip of his nose and slowly slide into him. His eyes flutter, then squeeze shut, a low growl rumbling through his chest that turns to a pleased purr when you placatingly kiss the underside of his jaw.

For a couple minutes you focus on getting into a decent rhythm. You can tell he's getting impatient, wiggling around and making little noises. When he catches your eyes he grins and says that, hey, you can go a little harder ;3 he can take it ;3

Okay then :)

Cut to ten minutes later when his knees are shoved into his chest and you're absolutely fucking reaming him. His hands are pinned to the bed on either side of his head, your fingers interlocked. The stamina potion means you can really pound away at him. The tip of his tail is going crazy against your lower stomach and the tops of your thighs. His head is thrown back into the pillows, back arched, throat bobbing with each gasp and cry. As expected of him, he doesn't stop talking.

Most of it is disjointed babbles, begging you to not stop, go harder, oh fuck he loves you so much, you fuck him so so so good, you're gonna make him cum, oh gods you feel so fucking good inside him

But you aren't done with him yet, are you?

Thanks to the strength potion, you can basically lift Sage around like a ragdoll. So you've picked him up and settled him in your lap. Gripping his hips and guiding him up and down your cock. His pretty silver hair sticks to his forehead and clings to the sides of his neck as sweat trickles down his body. You squeeze his sides, thrusting your hips up into him. Hard. Pretty kitty looks so good bouncing on your cock like that :) Is he having fun? :) Aw, he can moan louder than that, can't he? Of course he can. He's your good little boy :) Your pretty little slut, melting all over your cock :)

His eyes are dark and hazy, pupils blown wide in pleasure. He's drooling. His hands try to grab your shoulders - whether to anchor himself or just to hold you close, you're not sure - but the strength is just sapped out of him with every thrust you give.

His words are spaced out by gasps and moans and whimpers. It just... feels so... ffffuuuuuuuck feels so good... so deep... so...

But you don't quite have him in that state you want. Not yet.

Now you have him on his hands and knees. By which I mean he's almost limp and you're holding his hips up and that's the only reason he's not faceplanted into the mattress. He's a frazzled mess. You were gracious enough to give him a pillow to bite into but he's mostly just drooling into it.

You rub the tip of your cock against his hole, lazily teasing him. Does your kitty cat want some more? Hm? You thread your fingers through his hair, carefully grabbing from the roots, and pull his head up until you can see his pretty face in the reflection of that mirror you propped up earlier.

If you're significantly smaller than him then the reflection is probably a little bit funny. If he had his wits about him he might laugh. But you've done a great job of fucking his brains right out of his fluffy ears. You kiss his neck, then his cheek. Let the tip of your cock enter him. He tries to push his hips back against you but you hold him in place. If he wants it, then he better beg for it :)

To his credit, he tries. But he's more or less lost the ability to speak. He whimpers and purrs and whines and shifts his tail around the base of your cock but he just can't form any actual words. When he tries, he's slurring so much it's entirely illegible.

You smile and nuzzle into the crook of his neck, leaving a few little smooches and nips along his flushed skin. :) Aw, your cute little kitty feels so good that he forgot how to people-speak, huh? :) Well that's okay :) He doesn't need to know that :) He just needs to keep being a good boy for you :) You kiss his cheek and he purrs as you ease back inside him, settling back into your rhythm. You can pull his hair a little more and make him arch his back (kitty cat is very flexible y'know) so you can kiss the top of his head and that makes him very soft.

And then you get right back into pounding him into oblivion. It only takes a couple minutes before he practically yowls and tightens around you so much it nearly hurts and then he's blowing his load all over the sheets. Probably the last load of several, if we're being honest.

He finally collapses back against you, all the strength completely drained from him. His tail finally unravels from around you He lets out a final little whimper when you pull out of him.

It takes a little bit of time to clean the both of you up, not to mention the bed. Luckily your stamina potion is still burning - albeit on embers - so you're able to do most of the cleanup and get some water. Then you crawl into bed and drag Sage over, guiding his head onto your chest so you have full access to his ears. He slips his arms around your waist and lets his eyes close, purring lowly. And with each little kiss and nuzzle and sweet praise you mumble to him - he did such a good job, you're so proud of him, you love him so so much - the tighter he hugs you.

He sniffles a few times. It's been a rough day for him. And when you make him feel all warm and cherished like this, it's hard to hold himself together. You ask him if he wants to talk about what happened earlier and, still a little cum-drunk, he agrees.

He doesn't like the idea that he's the same person he was five years ago - the same person that abandoned his friends and sister, that killed his best friend, that never would have appreciated someone like you.

You know how much he loves you, right?

You smile softly and stroke his hair, covering his face with kisses. You know he loves you. And he knows how much you love him, right? He hugs you tight and nods sleepily. His tail curls around your knee.

And under your petting and stroking and praise and kisses, he gradually falls asleep, purring softly.

,,,, I mean he has super-healing but I like bullying him so I'm gonna say he walks with a bit of a limp the next day. Felix jokingly asked how hard you went on him and you just smile and sip your tea while Sage beams because he's so proud of you! You really did wreck him. And any time you wanna go again, he's more than ready for it ;)

[benevolentpeach]

Some Pro-Hero boyfriend Deku Scenarios💚🥦

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PLEASE BE ADVISED⚠️‼️: ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP, PET NAMES ARE USED(BUNNY,PUPPY,BABY,LITTLE ONE), READER IS A FEMALE 💗

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I would also like to add that these are simply fluffy headcanons, no NSFW unless it's in the description I won't surprise you I promise 🤣💗

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Pro-Hero Deku:

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●He is very busy with hero work, but always makes sure to check on you every chance he gets, he'll send cute texts to you such as, 'I'm so sorry for not talking much today Bunny, I love you and please remember to relax, I'll be home soon ❤️' and, 'Hey Puppy, just wanted to check in and let you know I'm okay😊'

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●Sometimes if hero work is slow, he'll walk around the park and visit the stray cat he found there while fighting a Villain, he knows you love animals, so he'll take cute pictures with the cat and send them to you, knowing you'll ask him if you can keep it. In your words, you'll say 'Two of my cuties in one picture?! Man am I lucky 🥺💗'

🥦

●You two take frequent weekend visits to his moms house to have dinner, you also like going because you rather enjoy helping his momma tend to her garden. Seeing you smile and laugh with his mom makes him want to propose to you there on the spot. Someone that loves his mom as much as he does makes his heart flutter

🥦

●Whenever he has time off, he'll set up an entire date night where he cooks your favorite meal, you two will sit on the couch and watch a movie, cuddling and having small makeout sessions in between(Mainly because he can't help but believe he's so lucky to have someone like you and wants to show you how grateful he is to have you)

🥦

●When you're mad at him, you flat out pretend he's not even there, only because you don't want to say anything mean to him because you know he doesn't deserve it. At first he's oblivious to the fact that you're mad at him, but once he catches on he's begging you to speak to him. "Baby, please talk to me, I'm sorry I upset you.", "Bunnyyyyyy, you can't keep ignoring me like this I miss your voice..", "Now come on Little One, you're starting to make me worry, do you still love me..?" Eventually you feel really bad and just crawl onto his lap when he comes home from work one night, muttering apologies into his shoulder as he just holds you and consoles you

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●Sometimes hero work can be tough on Deku, so he'll come home completely exhausted and battered, seeing him in this condition, you lead him to your shared bathroom, instruct him to strip while you run a warm bath, and once he's fully stripped you follow suit and help him into the bath. You'll sit behind him with a damp washcloth, cleaning any new open wounds he might have, gently humming to him while he leans his head against the crook of your neck. "Thank you for taking care of me Bunny, I don't know what I'd do without you.."

🥦

●Sometimes he works late, he can't help it, being the number 1 Pro calls for not only saving people but lots of paperwork as well. When he comes home on these late nights, the house is dark except for the kitchen light, a small plate of food with a bowl over it on the kitchen table with a small note on it from you telling him you went to bed and that you love him. He'll smile fondly at it, before reheating the meal, eating it, and then making his way up to your bedroom where he finds you fast asleep, he gets into his pajama pants and gently crawls into bed next to you, slowly wrapping his arms around your body to pull you closer to him. He stares at your sleepy face and smiles before laying a gentle kiss on your forehead and whispering against it, "I'm home now Puppy, I love you", before falling asleep with you still wrapped in his arms

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Phew this one was a tad bit longer I think, I'm still getting the hang of how I want these to look when I make them so I'm sorry if I keep changing up how they look! Again if you have any requests or suggestions please feel free to ask me 💗

[theboysfromaustin]

July 20, 2024

Gav entered the kitchen to grab a drink, and found Kazuo sitting in the dark, quietly nibbling on half of a cookie. "That's not one I made. Where'd you find that?" Kazuo looked away, setting it on the table. Gav blinked in confusion, noticing his lower lip beginning to quiver,

"Kaz? Honey?"

"It's…" His voice wavered, "The last batch Ian made, you know, the day before…I hid and froze them. And when I get really depressed, like I just can't go any further, I eat a couple. But this is the last one, and it's just driving it in that he's never coming home. Gav…"

He broke, beginning to sob, "I never really got to grieve for my mom until Ian rescued me, so these feelings are confusing and scary, even after Maureen and Charles...He saved me. Without him, I wouldn't be alive. He was the first person aside from my mom to listen to me, or show me any love." Gav sat down, gently squeezing his arm.

"Something broke in me when he died, and I don't know if it can be fixed."

"Kaz, it's okay to grieve. It's normal, and I know it's weird and upsetting, but it's a process." "Well, I don't like it!" Kazuo's voice rose in a panic, breath quickening, "I don't like that he's gone, that he'll never walk in that door, that he'll never hold my hand and….and….and…!" Kazuo gave a wail of despair, grasping for Gav, who pulled him into his lap.

"It's okay. Let it out. I love you. I love you so much." "I hate that missing him hurts so much. He hated seeing me hurt, and I know he'd be so upset seeing me like this!" Gav hugged him tighter, tears streaking his cheeks, "He loved us, Kaz, he loved us more than I thought was humanly possible."

Kazuo whimpered softly, burying his face in Gav's neck. Gav stroked his head gently, "Ssshhhh, honey. Sit with me. You're so sweet and gentle. That's why Ian loved you. Why I love you." "I love you, too," Kazuo replied softly.

"I wish I could hear him sing for us again."

"I'd settle for one of his disapproving groans from catching me eating cheese again."

"Heh…You know, I have dreams where I wake up, and he's back in bed with us, sprawled out, mouth open, snoring and drooling." "I have those dreams almost every night. When I touch him, I wake up." Gav stroked his back, feeling miserable.

"It doesn't get any easier, does it?"

Kazuo's voice was small, and Gav felt his necklace bump against his chest, and he felt his heart crumble - Kazuo wore his and Ian's wedding rings on a chain. "I don't know, baby. He was with you for 20 years, me for 17." "Gav, I…" Kazuo exhaled softly, "After the funeral, I…I almost decided to jump in front of a bus. But I couldn't do that to all of you." Gav shut his eyes tightly, pressing his head to Kazuo's.

"I….I think I want to go to bed…." "Okay, honey. Let me help you." Kazuo nodded, putting his arm around Gav, the redhead pulling him in close, "I love you so much, Kazuo." "I love you, too…" They climbed the stairs, making their way into the bedroom where Kazuo crawled in under the blankets, pulling them up tightly over his head, "Thank you, Gav." "Do you want me to stay?" "You can go, I…I'll be fine…" Gav hesitated for a moment, but then nodded and left the room, shutting the door and stopping outside.

Kazuo shut his eye, inhaling deeply.

The floodgates opened.

He let out a heart-wrenching wail, curling into himself, trying to make the hurt go away. He shook, sobbing, consumed by his grief. Gav slumped, sliding down the door, hands to his face, sobbing openly. He hurt terribly, his stomach and heart in knots. It had been two weeks since the funeral, and he was lost. He'd lost Ian, and he was terrified he was going to lose Kazuo. He felt the door open and Kazuo tackled him, embracing him, forehead pressed to the back of his head, his voice hoarse,

"I'm so fucking sorry, Gav."

"Huh?"

"I've been so sad and angry that I've been a horrible asshole, only thinking about my own misery. I love you. I love you. If I didn't have you, I…I…" "It's okay, baby," Gav reached up, squeezing his hand. "No, it's not! I…I haven't paid attention to how you feel! I'm a terrible person…Ian…he'd be ashamed of me, and…I…to disappoint him…to d-d-disappoint my s-s-sweet…loving…" His voice cracked, and he trailed off, shaking. "You could never disappoint him. Or me."

"Can we go see him?"

"Of course," Gav stood, giving Kazuo his hand as the headed for the garage. "Ah, hang on…" Kazuo grabbed a pair of scissors and went into the backyard, returning with a bunch of roses - taken from the bush grown from ones he'd given Ian 20 years ago. Gav pulled off his hair tie to bind them, Kazuo pulling him in for a hug. They left, Kazuo clinging to the bundle of flowers, staring out the window as they made their way to the cemetery, pulling off onto one of the inner roads.

Gav got out, opening Kazuo's door for him, the black-haired man taking his hand. They walked, heading towards a tree, stopping in front of a grave, a stark patch of dirt still present. Kazuo placed the roses into a planter, then stepped back. Gav put his arm around Kazuo, pulling him close.

"He loved flowers. I…was the first man to give him flowers…"

"He was the sweetest man in the world." "Without him, I wouldn't have shed all my sadness and anger." "And I would be miserable or dead." "He brought together a band of weirdos to form a family." Gav laughed softly, "He wouldn't disagree with you." "Ian, you're the reason everyone got together. Thank you." A breeze rustled the branches overhead, the lighting taking on a dappled effect. Kazuo shut his eye, smiling, "I know, honey. I love you so much."

Gav, kissed Kazuo, "Love you, Ian. I'll look after this deviant, just like I promised so long ago. This weird little family of ours will keep going strong….

Always in your memory."

[loorain]

Sims 4 Fontenot Legacy - Understanding

Sabrina returned home from Gideon's spot and found their mother, as usual, in the garage working out.

Sabrina: ...Bernard was upset, but I didn't want to lead him on. What we had was fun, but it wasn't long-term. I wasn't going to string him along if I wasn't feeling it anymore.

Sabrina: ...Gideon rejected me. And then Alisa came out.

Sabrina lets out a sniffle.

Sabrina: She's pregnant, mom. Gideon is going to be a dad. I almost ruined his life.

Scarlett: Honey, you're going through a lot. I know. Come here.

Scarlett embraces her kid, who cries softly in her grasp.

Scarlett: Life's not easy. You've got to learn some things the hard way. What matters is that you know where you and Gideon stand now, and with this breakup, you can focus on yourself. Speaking of which...

Scarlett: Look, I know I've been pretty chill about things, but I know how much you're struggling in school. I don't think you've been applying yourself like you should. There's been a lot going on, but it doesn't mean school isn't a priority. I really think college could be a great place for you to better understand yourself, but it might not be a thing if you can't try and improve your grades.

Sabrina: Yeah... I know I've been doing really bad. It's hard. School just doesn't seem to be my thing.

Scarlett: I think you should go visit Britechester tomorrow. Look around, meet some people, get some information. See if college really isn't the place for you. Whatever you decide, I'll support you, but just consider all of your options.

Sabrina: Yeah Mom, I got it.

Scarlett: Good. Well, it's getting late. Don't stay up too much longer.

Sabrina: Okay.

Scarlett exits the garage first, leaving Sabrina to lament in their spot. Eventually, they head upstairs to their room.

Sitting at their desk, Sabrina thinks about the night and what their mother said. She's right. Sabrina has let themselves get distracted. They have forgotten who they are. Or perhaps these distractions just stop them from discovering who they are trying to become. It's then when they make the decision. They'll take their mother's advice and visit Britechester University tomorrow.

After doing a little bit of research on the school, Sabrina grows in understanding of the school. It seems like a pretty cool place. Only thing now was to rest up and go first thing in the morning.

Sabrina crawled into bed. While they tried to get some rest, they found themselves thinking about Bernard again. Their first true boyfriend. They just broke his heart. Sabrina became overwhelmed with sadness. They cried themselves to sleep.

A new day arose. Sabrina dragged themself out of bed, got ready, and headed to Britechester.

Sabrina first gets some additional info about the school before treating themself to a hat to sport the rest of the day. Even though they've been feeling down, doing even this small thing put a smile on their face.

Sabrina headed inside the common hall and walked into the dining space. They'd heard about the pranking that can happen in university, and they wanted to get in on it. They were successful in sneaking in some extra spices into the lunch.

But their antics weren't completely inconspicuous 😆

Anisa: I saw that.

Sabrina: Hmm?

Anisa chuckled.

Anisa: Are you a student here? I haven't seen you around.

Sabrina: Uh, I'm just visiting for the day.

Anisa: Makes sense. I'm Anisa.

Sabrina: I'm Sabrina.

Anisa: Nice to meet you, Sabrina. Maybe I'll see you on campus one day?

Sabrina: Yeah, maybe.

Later, Sabrina found an art club enjoying some painting time outside. They thought it might be nice to join in.

Sabrina is not really an artist, and their painting was... elementary at best, but oh well. It's for the experience, right?

Sabrina was starting to feel a little down by this point in the day, but they still introduced themselves to the club members and chatted briefly with them.

Overall, the day was pretty good. Sabrina feels like they have a better understanding of the school, and in a sense, they could see themselves attending. They're still not sure what they'll end up doing, or if they can even get in to begin with, but perhaps this could be a part of their future.

[freeabortionslol]

AN- heyy guys so this is abt the reader getting into a fight with her mom and having to stay at the Gallagher’s only to be comforted by carl (this was originally written on wattpad so the formatting is weird)

childhood friends to lovers

The cold air pressed on my face as tears rolled down my cheeks. At this point it was uncontrollable. Like when you don't want to be crying but the tears just flood your eyes until they've run out of space. I felt alone, scared, and anxious. I just thought back to what my mother said to me back at the house.

"You're a disgrace as a child! I wish you'd had never been born!" and then "Get out of my house, and never come back!"

My own mother who I had looked as a caring figure since I was born was calling me names like slut, whore, and cunt. She started drinking after my dad died when I was 7, and we started fighting when I was around 11.

I had a bag full of clothes not knowing what to do next. The only real place I had to stay was The Gallagher Residence.

I walked up their door and knocked.

"Hey Y/n!", Fi answered. She saw the tears in my eyes and her face turned into a frown. I had known the Gallagher's since my mom and I moved to the south side after my dad died. I befriended them, but my mom always had a problem with them. Carl was my age, but I was closer with Debbie.

"Y/n?"

"Fi, i'm so sorry to ask this because I know how much you already have to handle, but my mom kicked me out of the house, and I have no where else to go.", My voice was trembling as I tried not to sob while talking. I expected Fiona to say no, but instead she pulled me into a tight hug. It was the first time i'd been embraced in a very long time. It felt so nice.

"Of course you can stay. I know how tough it is to have parental issues. Carl's out for the night so you can sleep in his bed, and i'll figure out a sleeping situation tomorrow. Plus you can help me around the house."

Those words lifted my heart. I felt so loved and welcomed. I hugged Fiona tighter.

"Thank you so much.", I whispered

We walked into the house, and I put my stuff on Carl's bed. Even though I had a place to stay, I was still very upset about the situation. There's no way I was going to go back there without being strangled.

I went downstairs, and ate dinner with the Gallagher's. I told them about what happened. Debbie felt so bad for me because she was basically my best friend. It was hard to talk about considering I haven't even had time to really process it.

—time skip—

I put on a big white T shirt and a pair of exercise shorts to go to bed. I crawled into Carl's bed which felt surprisingly comforting. It smelled like his shampoo and cologne. I easily drifted off to sleep.

A little while later I woke up to the light turning on in the room.

"ah shi- carl??", there stood Carl who had just climbed through the window.

"SSSHHHH", he snapped at me. "You'll wake Ian and Liam. Wait, why are you in my bed?"

"I got kicked out of my house, and Fiona said you'd be out for the night, so I could take your bed."

"Y-you wanna talk about it?", he asked. I hadn't really had a chance to really vent. I just told the Gallagher's the story not so much in detail.

"Yeah. I actually really need to do that.", he sat down next to me on the bed, and took off his beanie to unveil his brown fluffy hair.

"The truth is, lately i've been pretty desperate. I would do anything to help with my mental health. I started craving affection and love, and the only way I could really do that was by sending pictures to guys."

"like 'pictures' pictures?", he asked and I nodded.

"When I went to take a shower my mom looked through my phone and saw the pictures. She also saw things like videos of me smoking and drinking at parties. So as soon as I got dressed she was waiting for me in the living room. Waiting to scream at me, and to let out her wrath that was building up. She called me slut, whore, cunt, a disgrace, a disappointment, and even a wanted abortion."

"Y/n that sounds horrible. I mean that's not normal for parents to treat their kids that way."

"Yeah, well apparently on the south side it's pretty normal. Anyways, then she told me to get out of her house and never come back and that i was 'through'"

Carl hugged me which made me realize that I had been crying the whole time I was telling him about it. His hugs were so warm and meaningful. He kissed me on my forehead and then got up to grab a blanket.

"Wait where are you going?", I asked him as he started walking out the door

"The couch. You can have my bed for the night."

"No wait-", he turned to look at me

"I really can't be alone tonight, a-and I know this is weird to ask, but can you please stay?"

"Of course i'll stay with you.", he took off his shirt and climbed into bed with me. "Goodnight. Love you.", he said turning off the light. "Night. Love you."

—time skip—

It was really hard to sleep with all of these thoughts running through my head. Like, why would she kick me out? That's my mother. My anxiety just kept getting worse, so I wrapped my arms around Carl and lay my head on his chest. He then put his arm around me.

"Carl?"

"Yeah?"

"I can't sleep.", I said, but not moving because I was so comfortable.

"Me neither."

"Yeah."

"Wanna go downstairs to get food, and watch tv?"

"Yeah that sounds nice.", we just kind of sat there for about 20 seconds.

"One of us has to get up first to do that."

"Then get up."

"Nooo i'm so comfy. You get up first."

"I don't wanna."

"Me neither, but if we don't get up we can't eat pancakes."

"You guys have pancakes?"

"Yeah.", I quickly bolted up and grabbed his hand. For some reason I was really craving pancakes.

We went downstairs and started cooking. We made a huge mess and had a lot of laughs. I had completely forgotten about my mom. When I was with Carl it felt like nothing else mattered. Like, there was nothing holding me down, and all my burdens were released. We put the pancakes in the pan and started cooking them.

"Hey Y/n"

"What's u-", I turned around to talk to him when he put pancake batter on my nose. His laugh was truly

contagious.

"Oh, you are so dead Gallagher!", I dipped my hand in the leftover batter and started chasing him around the kitchen. We both laughed as he ran away. Unfortunately, he made it to the other side of the kitchen and dipped his hand as well.

"No! No! N-", he put the batter across my face. He laughed at first, but then remembered I also had batter on my hand. And I ran that shit right through his hair.

"Aww cmon Y/n! That's too far!", he said laughing.

"That's too far? Huh?"

"Yep!"

"Huh?", I ran to charge at him but he flipped me the other way and picked me up.

"Put me down Carl!", I said laughing. He put me down then turned me around to face him. Our faces were so close. He put his hand on my waist as I looked up at him. I was staring right into his eyes, and our noses were touching. He slowly pulled me into a kiss by holding my bottom lip/chin. The kiss was soft and lasted for about 30 seconds. It was different from the other guys that i've kissed. It was tender yet passionate. It felt real like he wasn't just a warm mouth. We pulled back from each other.

"You're a really good kisser.", I said still staring at him

"Thanks."

"That was weird. I don't know why I said that.", my eyes were still locked with his.

"Y/n, I don't want to just be one of your fuck buddies, and I know you don't want that from anyone either. I want to love and care for you."

That's all I ever wanted to hear from anyone. Just knowing that someone cares about me made me want to keep going with my life, and that it wasn't completely over. Carl is someone that i've cared for for a very long time, but never thought i'd have a chance with.

"Carl, I-"

"I don't care if you don't feel the same way about me because I just need you to know that you deserve better. You don't deserve being cheated on, or just fucked for pleasure. Trust me, you deserve someone that will love you and comfort you."

"I may want that, but I definitely don't deserve it. I've done too much wrong in my life to end up with someone good. My life is literally paved out for me. I'm like every single teenage whore from the south side."

"Please don't say that about yourself. You listen to your mom too much, and you shouldn't believe her. You're nothing like her or anyone here. You have potential to do something great, and i-"

"GALLAGHERS!!", the door bursted open. uh oh, I thought to myself. Frank was known for causing destruction every place he went, and he had just ruined the one moment of my life that could've saved me from an endless stream of depression.

"I need a beer.", frank said while falling off the couch. I hated Frank with a passion. He ruined all of his kids lives; especially Fiona.

"You don't need a beer, you need to get the hell out of my house", Carl walked over to the couch as lip came down the stairs.

"Cmon Frank let's get your ass out of here.", Lip grabbed his arms and Carl grabbed his legs. By the time they got him out of the door, Frank was already passed out. They set him down in the snowy yard and walked back inside. I could feel the cold wind coming through the door as they locked it tight.

"Alright. I'm going up.", Lip said as he continued up the stairs. There we were again. Alone and in the silence of the living room.

"Carl, I want to be with you, and i'm sorry if this is bad timing because of Frank, but it's true."

He hugged me tighter than he has ever done before

“Please don’t leave. Stay here. It’s not safe to go back home. I’ll let you sleep in my bed and i’ll take the couch just please stay.” We were sobbing into each others arms at this point. We lay down together on the couch and fell asleep to the tv playing in the background.

[papergirllife]

Cloud Nine

Dong Sicheng

Mature content

Sub!Sicheng x Dom! Reader

warnings : unprotected sex, dacryphilia, edging, face riding, oral sex, 69, etc.

word count : 2.1k

Newly weds on a honeymoon at Maldives.

The scent of the salty sea greets you when your boyfriend, correction, newly wed husband, Sicheng opens the doors of the balcony of your suite, the sun rays hitting his golden skin perfectly as a light breeze blows in.

“I’m so glad we picked Maldives for our honeymoon, the time zone would be perfect for avoiding my mom’s phone calls,” Sicheng says with a shake of his head and a small smile, recalling how his mom was keen on having a grandchild, brining it up to you ever since the wedding night. Sicheng does want kids, or preferably kid, but the thought of spending his 20s with a child wasn’t his idea of utilizing his youth, and you totally agree with him, cringing at the thought of changing diapers in your 20s, glad that he’s not the type to push you for children.

“Your mom would be so upset when she finds out I’m on the pill, she thought it was the lack of privacy that discouraged us to have some quality time,” you said with a snicker, thinking back of the times when you and Sicheng did it in utmost silence when the two of you were back in his home town for q a visit after the wedding.

“She just doesn’t know how much of a freak are you,” Sicheng said in a voice octaves lower close to your ear, when did he get this close to you? You swear he was two feet away just now. Then you feel a familiar hand lingering up the hem of your sundress, dangerously close to the swell of your butt.

“I know you’re hungry for me, mister, but I’d like to have dinner first, the meal on the plane left me starving, it was barely enough,” you complained, a hand on his chest, stopping him from going any further.

“I told you to fly first class, business is just roomier, not much difference compared to economy,” Sicheng said as he led you out of the suite, a hand securely wrapped around your waist.q

“I just wanted to save some money,” you said in a huff, rubbing your rumbling stomach, regretting that you didn’t take your husband’s advice.

“Well, just don’t hold back afterwards, order whatever you want,” Sicheng said before booping your nose with his finger, leading you to the dining hall after the click of your hotel suite door.

“I think I should be getting my dessert now,” Sicheng said after pulling you into your suite in a haste, hands cupped around your cheeks, his face was mere centimetres away from yours, you could see his pupils blown wide at the thought of the things he'd like to do to you.

“Can I have a present first?” you said while batting your eyes at him, your voice sickly sweet, tempting him to submit.

“What does my dearest wife want?” Sicheng said while sitting onto the edge of the comfy bed, opening his legs to let you climb onto his lap.

“I want to be on top,” you said with an evil twinkle in your eyes before reaching a hand out to push him flat onto the bed.

“Just one round,” Sicheng bargained, he really wanted to hear you screaming his name, but that can wait, after all, you did give him your hand in marriage, it's only fair that there's give and take in a relationship.

You jumped in glee hearing his permission, immediately letting your hands wander to his chest, only to unbutton the white top he's wearing, nails playfully scratching at his chest lightly until the last button goes off, revealing his honey skin and perky nipples, hard from your teasing and the exposure of the chilly night breeze from the crack of the balcony door.

You let your hips circle on top of his crotch as you leant down to connect your lips to his, a hand lightly pinching his right nipple before rolling it gently in between your fingers, doing the same to the one on the left.

“Fuck,” Sicheng swears in between your attack on his lips, giving you the opportunity to slide your tongue into his mouth, dominating the kiss. You decided to pour oil into the fire by grinding your hips onto his crotch harder, feeling the sudden wake of his hardness, eliciting a moan in your throat when you think of how well he’s going to fill you up.

You got up from his lap to pull off your dress, revealing you in a matching set of red lingerie, your ego inflating when you see the awe in Sicheng’s eyes.

“Strip, baby,” you ordered Sicheng.

Obedient to your words, he immediately got up to pull off his pants along with his underwear, his cock slapping against his abs once it was free from its confinements, hissing at the feeling of the cold air.

“Good boy,” you said as you sat yourself back into his lap, the lace of your panties digging into the sensitive skin of his cock, a perfect combination of pain and pleasure, but he coos at the feeling of your warm wetness, relieving a tiny bit of his desperation.

“What do you want baby? Do you want my mouth? Or my pussy? I'll let you choose,” you offered, but as your husband, Sicheng knows there will always be a catch, “but with a price of course, prove to me you’re my good boy and I'll give you what you desire,” you bargained.

“Anything for me to be inside you, please,” Sicheng added the last part, knowing you love hearing him beg.

“I want to ride your pretty face, boy, and don’t disappoint,” you said before getting off of him and taking off your panties, manoeuvring yourself on top of his face.

You were going to glance down to check if Sicheng was okay, but when he saw your perfectly slicked pussy, he was hungry for a taste, lowering your hips hastily onto his mouth, getting a surprised moan out of you at the feeling of his wet tongue invading your warm cavern.

“Yes, just like that baby, you're doing so well,” you said as you grind onto his mouth lightly, tossing your head back when you felt him adding two of his fingers into the mix, expertly locating your sweet spot after a few tries.

“Baby, yes, right there, don't stop,” you said breathlessly, which encouraged him to thrust his fingers harder and setting the pace faster, chasing your release of sweet juices.

Since he was making you feel so good, you decided to reward him. You leant down to take his cock into your mouth, letting the head of his dick hit the back of your throat as your hand slid down to fondle one of his balls, which made him moan into your pussy, fuck, you aren't going to last long if he keeps it up.

You realese his cock from your mouth after nearly a minute, a hand sliding down to your clit, rubbing quick circles over the sensitive nub, assisting Sicheng in pushing you over the edge.

When his tongue replaced your fingers, he sucked on your clit expertly, successfully giving you an earth shattering orgasm, his name tumbling from your lips like a mantra, your toes curling and a whine escaping your lips at the oversensitivity, your juices gushing out in a steady flow into Sicheng’s awaiting mouth.

You slid off Sicheng’s face once you rode out your orgasm, gulping down breathes of air to ready yourself for what you have planned next.

After regaining a bit of your strength, you positioned yourself above Sicheng, a hand combing through his messed up locks with a sinister smile on your face, knowing well that you’re going to strip him boneless tonight.

Your hand travelled southwards to his cock, gripping it rather harshly in your fist at the tip of his head, making Sicheng’s head fall back onto the pillow from the overstimulation, a breathy gasp of your name leaving his swollen lips.

“I'm not finished with you yet, baby,” you reminded him tauntingly, before you lifted yourself up to down onto his cock, filling yourself up deliciously, thankful for the slight stretch he had given you beforehand.

“Fuck!” Sicheng cursed when he finally felt your warm walls engulfing his length, you felt so tight around him, and the little clenches that you're giving him was making him lightheaded, pleasure clouding his head.

You smirked at his reaction, pleased to see that it won't take too much to wreck him tonight.

You set a slow pace, letting yourself feel every ridge and vein that decorates his cock, after a few pumps, you decided to up your game, quickening your pace, bouncing on his cock as quick as your legs allowed, the whole room was filled with the sound of your butt clapping down onto his thighs, saying a silent apology to the room next to your bed’s. You could feel the tip hitting against your sweet spot, if it weren't for the fact that you constantly reminded yourself that you rarely get to top, you would've came already, but you want to seize this opportunity to see how far can Sicheng submit to you.

You let your hands wander to his erected nipples, pinching them which got a cry out of him, distracting him from enjoying the view of your tits bouncing right in his eyesight perfectly, he reached up to release your bra, letting your boobs fall out and bounce wildly. Just as he wanted to reach out to hold onto one of your boobs, you slapped his hand away.

“You'll get to touch when you prove to me you’re my good boy,” you said before leaving him hanging completely, letting his dick slide out of you in a rather comical pop after feeling a slight twitch inside you, a sign that he was about to cum soon.

Sicheng whined at the sudden loss of pleasure, “Please, I've been nothing but your good boy, please let me cum,” Sicheng begged.

“Be patient, baby, all good things come to those who wait,” you said while caressing his face gently.

You crawled to Sicheng's spread legs, a hand wrapping around his cock, setting an average pace, occasionally stopping to swipe at his bulging red tip that's craving for release. You bent your neck down to take one of his balls into your mouth, licking and sucking gently, the warmth of your mouth made Sicheng's legs twitch, a constricted moan of your name followed by.

You hummed around his ball in approval before switching to the other one, the most sensitive parts of his body, he didn't want to disobey you, but he could feel his release creeping up on him.

Just when he decided to fuck everything and receive whatever punishment you were going to give him, you suddenly clasped your thumb and your index finger around the head of his cock, restricting him from his sweet release.

“Fuck! Please, please let me cum, I'll do anything for you afterwards, please,” Sicheng begged, you looked up to observe his face, glee when you saw tears streaming down his face, his hands fisting the sheets.

“Aw, baby, was that too much? I just want to give you the best orgasm ever. What's your colour?” you asked, making sure he's alright.

“Green,” Sicheng replied immediately, his voice hoarse.

“Can I continue? You can cum inside me,” you said while brushing his bangs away from his eyes, you want to engrain the look he has on now, so fragile, so docile, just for you.

“Yes, please, just want to cum, inside you,” Sicheng said, no longer able to form a complete sentence as you have reduced him to your personal sex doll.

“Okay,” you said before reaching for his cock to slide into your entrance, once more filling you up deliciously.

You rocked your hips against his, positioning his head to your sweet spot before bouncing on his dick relentlessly, sliding a hand down your clit to stimulate yourself, chasing your highs together, knowing that Sicheng wouldn't be able to hold on any longer.

With a rough thrust of his hips, a deep piston that hit your g spot, you and Sicheng were pushed over the edge, a mix of a whine and a groan sounded in Sicheng's throat while you screamed his name, cumming onto his cock, the action made your walls clench around Sicheng, milking him for all he has, large spurts of warm cum painting your walls white.

When your orgasm subsided, you crashed onto Sicheng's chest, feeling the fatigue settling into your limbs. When you were about to manoeuvre yourself off of him, Sicheng held you closer.

“Don't move, let's stay like this,” he said in a raspy voice.

“Okay, goodnight Sicheng.”

“Goodnight, love.”

Needless to say, you are very much looking forward to the next few days of your honeymoon.

[bensons-bitch]

Heyy could you maybe do Zoe getting jealous ?

Yes, because let's be honest, Zoe would get just as jealous as Madison!!

- - - - - - - - - -

"Please Zo!" Madison begs.

"I am not going to another party!" Zoe sighs. "You took me to one yesterday and even that was too much!"

“Don’t be such a buzzkill!”

“I’m tired of parties, Maddie! I just want to stay here.”

"Ugh, fine! Then I'll just go alone! You can stay here and do whatever boring stuff you do."

Before Zoe even has a chance to reply, Madison walks out of the room.

I guess that solves that! Zoe thinks as she turns around to continue with her studying.

- - - -

"Bye Zoe!" Madison says.

Zoe turns around and finds Madison looking at herself in the mirror. She is wearing some dumb party dress, with heals and a complete face of makeup; nothing excessive but you can tell she put effort in.

"What are you doing?" Zoe asks.

"I am going to a party." Madison replies, turning to Zoe once again. "The one you didn't want to go to, remember?"

"Yes, I remember." Zoe rolls her eyes. "But I thought that you were going to stay here! I though you were just bluffing an-"

"I still want to go, so I'm going to go. We can still live our separate lives while being in a relationship, right?” 

“Uh, yeah?”

“Good. So I’m going to go. Unless...do you have a problem with that?"

"What? No! Of course not. You just...you go have fun or whatever."

"I will!"

- - - -

After studying for a few hours, Zoe decides that it is time for her to turn in for the night, or at least just relax! She changes and gets ready to go to sleep before crawling into bed. Then, she pulls out her phone and decides to have some 'downtime' before she actually turns in.

When Zoe goes onto Instagram though, she finds a recent post by none other than Madison. She doesn't think anything of it at first, but as she scrolls through the photos, she gets more and more angry by how close some of the girls are to her; physically close.

Finally, at the last photo though, Zoe as she stop herself from losing her cool. It is a photo of a girl kissing Madison on the cheek!

- - - -

Madison arrives back in their room around 2am, and Zoe is still awake; wide awake.

"Where have you been?" Zoe asks, standing up from her bed.

"Relax, mom," Madison scoffs out as she takes off her earrings. "I was out, which I told you about."

"It's 2am, Madison."

Madison chuckles as she places her earrings down on the dresser.

"Oh, 'Madison'." Madison turns around and faces Zoe. "We're all proper now? Am I in some kind of trouble...mommy?"

Zoe steps closer to Madison, now just a few inches away from her face.

"Fuck you, how about that?" Zoe snaps. "You and your stupid immaturity! Just because I don't want to go out for one night you feel the need to rub it in?"

"What?"

"I saw your stupid Instagram post! Just because I don't have millions of followers like you don't mean I don't ever go on my phone!"

"What are you talking about Zo?"

"You and that fucking girl who decided to just kiss you!"

"Zoe I-"

"No, really? You're going to tell me it was nothing? She's you're fucking type, Madison! Brunette, taller than you, kind of innocent looking an-"

"And you think I'm that shallow to go for anyone?"

"I didn't say you were, but I'm just saying she was looking really comfortable around you!"

Madison smiles slightly at Zoe getting upset.

"You think this is funny?" Zoe asks, getting more angry.

"No, I think you're jealous." Madison smirks.

"I...I am not! I don't get jealous..."

“Mhm, clearly you do. Zoe Benson is no better than the rest of us and will still get jealous!”

“Shut up, Madison! It’s not that I’m jealous. I have a right to kno-”

"Here."

Madison quickly unlocks her phone and pulls up the girl's Instagram profile.

"She has a boyfriend for starters," Madison begins. "Plus, she had messaged me about how cute she thinks we are, that being you and I, Benson. It doesn't mean much, considering all straight girl want the 'token gay' couple in their lives, but still. And we only took that picture because, well, she's straight and that's what girls do!"

Zoe swallows hard, now feeling a bit like an idiot for losing it on Madison.

"I won't go to any parties without you," Madison starts, placing her hand on Zoe's cheek.

Zoe nods and makes eye contact with Madison now, smiling at her and nodding.

"Although, jealous Zoe Benson?" Madison bites on her lip. "A different side to you...that I kind of like."

"Maddie!" Zoe groans.

"Maybe I'll need to do this again..." Madison leans in, her lips less than an inch from Zoe's. "If I want that side to come out."

Zoe ignores Madison and tries to kiss her, but Madison pulls back. She attempts to do it another time, but again, Madison doesn't let her.

"If you don't kiss me soon, your wish might come true." Zoe scoffs out.

"In that case...let me finish changing out of this stupid dress. Then, maybe, you'll get that kiss."

[barnesbabee]

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“Would you listen to me!? You can’t physically leave Wonderland. You can’t go back. The Wonderland is the wasteland of every other lands. You’re here forever.”

Everything from the moment the King said those words was very blurry. You remember getting dizzy, yelling some more, and then being carried to the bedroom you were now in, sobbing uncontrollably with Seonghwa by your side, sitting on the bed's red silk covers, unsure of what to do.

"I'm sorry Y/N..."

The only reply he got was ugly sobs. He gently placed his hand on your head and caressed your hair. The King wasn't sure of what he was doing, but it seemed to calm you down ever so slightly.

"E-explain it to me... Please..."

"Explain what?..." He asked, not quite understanding what you meant.

"What is Wonderland."

"Well... As far as I know, Wonderland is supposed to be the wasteland from other places. Unwanted people are sent here: criminals, freaks, people who displease Kings and Queens... It used to be a lawless land, anyone who came here would be met with a grey land of death and despair. Everyone scavenged for food and for hideouts, trying their best to survive. A lot of beings just killed themselves, tired of living a life of running and hiding, but most starved, or perished in the claws of the Jabberwocky."

"Jabberwocky?" You asked, as you sat up on the bed and crawled over to sit next to the King.

"Hm hmm, a hideous monster, with a dirty, scaly green skin, several rows of sharp teeth, an enormous tail, wings, and feet with claws so long it could grab you while flying high. He was the reason people sent the unwanted here because they were being sent to a slow, painful death at the hands of a monster. However when my dad was sent here he met my mom, by accident, and he fell in love. He couldn't bear to see my mom hurting and afraid, so he slew the Jabberwocky. My dad was severely injured, but he was able to make a speedy recovery, and everyone in the land recognized him as their King. And with the Jabberwocky dead, people were able to bring Wonderland back to life. It's a story with a happy ending, but I'm afraid yours," he paused, gently placing his hand on your thigh "doesn't have one of those."

Your sadness and grief turned into sudden anger and disbelief. The Hatter, Cheshire, Absolem... They all lied to you. They promised you something they knew they wouldn't be able to accomplish, for their own gain!

You wiped your tears and got up from the bed roughly. You looked over your shoulder and stared at a confused Seonghwa.

"I'll be back. There's someone I need to talk to."

Seonghwa didn't want you to go, he was afraid you wouldn't come back. But he knew that if he stopped you from going, you'd certainly feel betrayed by his actions, and would change your behavior towards him. The King didn't want to lose you, physically or emotionally. However before his conflicted mind could make up a choice, you were already gone, on your way to find those crazy bastards.

The second you saw the large table in the distance you sped up the pace, even though your legs already hurt from walking so much.

When the hatter heard the sound of dry leaves being stepped on, he turned around, and greeted you with his usual big smile, heart thumping out of his chest at the sight of the lady that caught his eye. He jumped out of his chair and walked towards you, immediately embracing you in a big, tight hug.

You wiggled your way out of the hug and shoved him away. The Hatter's wide smile turned into a frown, as his eye's colour faded away slightly.

"You motherfuckers! You lied to me! The King told me the truth about Wonderland! You lied to me so I could do your dirty fucking work! Looks like the King isn't the untrustworthy one here."

Angry tears formed in your eyes as you yelled every single word. You pushed your index finger harshly against the Hatter's chest at every word you said.

"I- I... Y/N please, I'm sorry, you must understand I had no choice but to agree with them! We need our freedom."

You messily wiped away your tears with your forearm and titled your chin up.

"I don't ever want to see you again." You said, in a bland, emotionless voice.

Even the March Hare had stopped laughing. You turned around and were about to walk away when the Hatter grabbed your arm.

"Y/N, please! Where will you go?"

You freed yourself from his grip.

"I'll be staying with the King. And if I were you I'd stay far from the castle, if I see any of you walking around I'll tell the King about your plan."

The Hatter watched you walk away, as your pompous dress followed your body's movements.

"Hmm seems like you really messed up this time." Chesire mocked, in his usual mellow tone, as he inspected his claws that had been long replaced with nails.

The Hatter's face scrunched up in anger.

"It's Absolem's fault."

Cheshire scoffed.

"Oh yes, and he will be oh so upset by finding that this absolute stranger is mad at him. You're the one who has a little crush."

"Nonsense. I feel bad for her, that's all. The second she got here we lied and used her."

Cheshire laid on his back and played with his purple strands of hair.

"Too bad. From what I've hear Y/N and the King are getting along quite nicely..."

The Hatter's eyes got as big as two strawberries.

"Chessie how do you know!?"

Cheshire shrugged and vanished into thin air, leaving the Hatter alone with his two mad friends, as he watched you disappear in the horizon.

It was pitch dark outside once you stepped foot in the garden. The cards, although emotional, somehow seemed to be relieved. You pushed open the big, heavy, brown doors, to find Seonghwa pacing back and forth in the entrance. As soon as his eyes landed on you he smiled, a wide smile you weren't so sure you had ever seen. His teeth were beautiful, pearly white and straight, and the way his eye sparkled and turned into a crescent moon was amusing to watch. The male embraced you immediately, as a sigh left his mouth.

"Oh, my dear, I was so afraid you wouldn't come back."

You smiled faintly and looked into his eyes.

"You won't have to, not anymore."

The King tilted his head cutely as if asking 'what do you mean?'.

"I'll be your Queen."

Seonghwa smiled widely, just like before, and you could swear the little heart under his eye twinkled. His large hands grabbed your waist and spun you around.

"Oh, this is what happiness feels like! Oh my... It feels like a million fireworks are exploding inside of my chest! I want to feel this feeling forever, and I've only ever felt it with you."

It was the right choice. You were sure. You had only met a handful of people, and 90% of them lied and betrayed you, and this one man had offered you everything, had showed you support, promised to change, and showed true happiness around you. Yes, the choice was clear. He'd keep you safe and he would give you a good life, at least good enough to drown your tears at night and make you forget what you left behind unwillingly.

You placed your hand on his cheek and smiled.

"I like to see you happy."

You stood in the hall, looking into each other's eyes. Seonghwa was new to affection, he didn't know what was happening, and you could see it in his eyes. You got on your tippy-toes and placed a soft kiss on his red lips. Seonghwa stumbled back a little. His cheeks grew considerably red, and his middle and index finger touched his own lips.

"I... liked that. A lot. Can you do it again?" He asked, getting close to you once more.

"How about you do it to me?"

Seonghwa pursed his lips and looked to the side, trying to work out in his head how he'd do it. Slowly, he cupped your face with his hands and bent down slightly, placing his lips on yours, for a little longer than the previous kiss.

"So?" You asked, wiggling your eyebrows.

"I really liked it."

You chuckled at the supposed tyrant blushing like a teenage boy right in front of you. You embraced the man, your ear to his chest, listening to his fast heartbeat.

"Teach me..."

You looked up at his fearful eyes.

"Teach you what?"

Seonghwa hesitated, afraid of his own request.

"How to be a better man, how to have mercy, and compassion."

[manicdepressivemom]

I don't like the whole "trauma made you who you are" narrative

But I think that's what I'm saying

Friday, I sent my mom pictures of new clothes I bought then joked (with a laugh cry emoji) that I needed her to "invest" in my son's homeschooling.

Instead of seeing the joke, she pointed out that I'd just gotten new clothes and said she should help pay for school stuff, while she is and always has been in poverty. How she was always too dumb to jump on the gravy train.

It unraveled from there with her ranting about how she never got government assistance because she "didn't keep having kids".

So I didn't call her Saturday. She ended up saying it's fine that I want space but I need to get my kids speech therapy because I don't let them communicate people. She called me a tyrant and said I lord over them. Said I make her walk on eggshells because I won't talk to her when she upsets me.

Then said I should thank her for speaking her mind.

This stuff has consumed my brain for 24 hours now. I mostly see a kid throwing a fit because they can't handle boundaries. She's used to 9-year-old me watching her do horrible things, but still crawling into bed with her at night.

My dad was pretty much gone and I had to accept the 50/50 love and hate my mom would give me.

But I don't have to do that anymore. I don't need her. I can put space between us. And she can't stand it.

She thinks she should be able to treat me however she wants.

So after crying and agonizing over all of this, I came through with a commitment to growth.

I've been in therapy for just over a year. In about 2 weeks, I'll have been on meds for a year. I've never stuck it out that long since I was diagnosed 12 years ago.

And I'm going to keep going.

Hopefully, one day, my kids will see my work. They'll know their mom was woefully imperfect. She yelled too much. She was busy too much. She rushed at times. But she always tried to do better. She got treatment. She did the therapy work. She reflected and adjusted. She apologized when she was wrong.

I can't say those things about my mom. I'm wounded and the damage is done. But I don't have to do those things to my kids. I am my own person. I'm not doomed to follow her footsteps.

And I hope, one day, my kids will see that I always tried to grow.

ETA my mom is bipolar too

[lauwrite1225]

Somebody to die for.

Finan x OC; The Old Guard inspired Alternative Universe

Summary : Victoria's life is rather simple until she has a car accident from which she ends up miraculously unscathed. A series of weird events animates her daily life, everything seemingly bringing her to a strange man. Until this very man knocks at her door.

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A/N : And there it is, the first chapter of this fic I have been working on for a few weeks now! I'll post every Friday! A very BIG thank you too @maggiescarborough​ for all her precious help and thanks to whom this is story is way better than originally ahah!

Warnings : mention of blood and death

Chapter 1 : I'm fallin' so I'm takin' my time on my ride

“Vicky you shouldn’t drive home so late.”

Victoria sighs as she climbs down the few stairs from her parents’ house down to the garden, her mother following her close. It’s dark and the motion detector activates the outdoor light, making the little path leading to where she parked her car more visible. 

“Stay for the night at least, you can leave early.” Her mother insists, arms crossed upon her chest to protect herself from the cold.

“I can’t mom.” She unlocks her car, throwing her bag on the passenger seat before turning around and leaning against the door. “I have to open the shop tomorrow and I don’t want to be late if there’s too many people on the road.” 

“That’s not safe, Vicky.”

“Come on, mom, it’s not the first time I’m driving during the night.” She exhales, sitting in the car and starting it. “I’ll text you when I’m home.” She smiles, ignoring her mother’s eye roll and closing the door. 

She slowly drives away from her parents' house, an old house lost in the middle of Essex. Her mother wasn't wrong about the risk of driving during the night on country roads, but Vicky took this road so many times, she's not really worried. She turns on the radio and turns the sound up when she recognizes the melody of Ride by Twenty one Pilots. Her fingers tap the steering wheel in rhythm with the drum, her head nodding regularly. She knows that song by heart and can't resist singing the lyrics as she drives in the direction of London. 

After half an hour of driving, a heavy rain is now falling, Vicky starts to regret not having listened to her mother. She woke up early this morning to be in time for the family lunch her parents have been harassing her about for a month. She yawns, her hand passing through her blond hair as she drives on a small quite deserted road. She tries to turn up the music louder to not fall asleep, but inevitably, her head starts to nod and her eyelids grow heavier. She closes her eyes, just one second, but when she opens them again, she’s blinded by the headlights of another car in front of her. Panicked, she hits the brake with all her strength, a slew of insults escaping her lips. The person in the vehicle in front seems to do the same and swerves. But inevitably, the two cars meet and the shock makes Vicky’s head hit the steering wheel violently.

For a long moment, it’s just darkness and silence and Victoria finds it awkwardly peaceful. She feels weak and out of her body, the strangest feeling she has ever felt. She can’t tell how long she’s been that way but suddenly it vanishes. She’s overwhelmed by all her senses who awaken at the same time. She panics, the feeling of her heart beating resounding in her whole body and the air painfully filling her lungs. She abruptly opens her eyes, straightening until the back of her head hits the car seat. 

It takes her a few minutes to calm her breath and to realize where she is, morning’s light blinding her. She’s still in her car, the windshield broken in a million pieces dispersed everywhere. She quickly notices the blood on the steering wheel and her clothes and immediately she brings her fingers to her forehead and indeed she finds fresh blood, but no wound. It should have reassured her, however it horrifies her. She tries to open the door and has to force it to finally leave the car. In the process, she falls on the floor and crawls to move away from the vehicle. The sleeves of her shirt are torn and stained with blood, but again, she’s perfectly healthy. Her confusion makes her sick and she leans on a side to throw up, her whole body shaking with a long thrill. 

Once her stomach is emptied she starts to look around her, now that there’s daylight she is able to see the fields that expand as far as the eye can see. She’s alone on this road, with her car with smoke coming out of the hood and absolutely no sign of the other vehicle. She stands on her feet, her legs shaking, and walks a little further to see if there’s anyone.

“They fucking left me alone.” She grumbles as she realizes she really was utterly alone. 

She walks back to her car and grabs her bag and jacket before searching her phone. When she finally has a hand on it, she sighs of relief. Though it doesn’t last long as she discovers how the screen is cracked. 

“New car and new phone it is, then.” Victoria speaks to herself, more to try to stay calm than anything. Fortunately, it’s still working but she realises right after that there's no signal. “Obviously.”

She looks around her one last time before facing the facts, she has to walk back home. She fills her bag with the important papers stacked in her car before walking away. After a quarter hour of walking, she starts to recognize where she is and estimates she should arrive in a village in another quarter hour. This time alone gives her the occasion to try to understand what happened last night. She obviously got into a car accident and the other person involved let her on her own, didn't even try to search for help, it is morning now, in six hours at least, if they left to find help, they should have already been back. No, they left her on her own as if she was dead. 

Victoria stops, the thought troubling her. She can't explain what she felt after the accident, she has already fainted a few times in her life, and it has never been like this before. But what is even more troubling, is that she's perfectly healthy, not even a scratch despite the blood she found on her clothes and in the car. Nothing is making sense.

She covers her face with both of her hands, then rubs her eyes as waking up from a bad dream. But she's still in the middle of a road, in the middle of nowhere. 

“What the hell?!” She shouts, frustrated by so much incomprehension. 

She continues to walk, she wipes the blood from her face before she reaches the village and puts her jacket on to hide the state of her clothes. She has no idea of what happened and she definitely doesn't want to have to explain it to anyone. She finishes her way home with public transports, and it's past midday when she arrives in London. She gets a few messages, from her boss and even more from her mother. She sends excuses to her boss with a lie and another lie to her mother, saying she fell asleep and forgot to text her before. 

Once she's in her small flat, she rushes to the shower after throwing her clothes in the washer. She stays at least an hour under the water, her mind playing the past events over and over until she's upset again. When she steps out of the shower, she’s starving. So she grabs the first thing she finds in her fridge, which happens to be the leftovers of her lunch from two days ago. She tries to remain distracted, turning on the TV and starting an episode of Game of Thrones, her best friend Rebecca has been harassing for a month to start watching the show. And for a brief hour, she’s captivated by the Battle of Bastards, and by how good looking Kit Harrington is in armor. 

The rest of the day is uneventful and when Rebecca visits her later in the afternoon Victoria hesitates to talk to her about her accident. But she’s pretty sure she’d simply think her completely crazy. 

“Are you alright, Vicky?” Rebecca eventually asks when she hands her a cup of tea. 

Victoria smiles kindly. “Yes.” She’s not used to lying to her best friend. They have known each other since middle school and she could count the number of times she lied to her on one hand, one being for her surprise birthday for her 18th birthday. “Why are you asking?”

She sits next to her friend on the couch, bringing her own cup of tea to her lips to blow on it. “I don’t know you’re very silent. And you said you weren’t feeling good this morning.”

“Oh… Well it was nothing, just felt nauseous.”

Rebecca narrows her dark eyes but doesn't push further. “How were your parents?” She asks, changing the subject, much to Vicky's pleasure.

“They were fine.” She takes a long sip of her tea. “They wondered if you'd like to come for dinner one day.”

Rebecca grins, her parents have always been pretty fond of her, even proposing her to join family events. It never bothered Victoria who was happy to have a friend with her. “Of course, I'll come. I just need a date.”

“I'll text you.”

Rebecca leaves after dinner and as soon as the door is closed Vicky falls into her bed, exhausted. She doesn't have time to overthink as usually when she tries to find sleep, she finds Morpheus' arms the moment she closes her eyes. But her sleep is far from being peaceful, her dreams bringing her sometime in the Middle Age, judging by the clothes of the men surrounding her. She's in the middle of a fight opposing warriors with long hair and tattooed faces and others with more modest appearance, only a fire alighting the area. She looks around her, trying to understand the scene, but her vision is almost constantly brought back to one of the warriors. It's a tall man, wearing leather armor above a greenish tunic, with dark hair and beard. He is using his sword with such ability, his movements swift and precise, Vicky can't help but be impressed. From the corner of her eyes she can see men falling and how trees seem to delimit a clearing. She looks up to the sky and can see the stars shining in the sky, never before she has seen them so clearly. Then, a sound catches her attention and she's staring at the warrior again. He is not fighting anymore, frozen and his face twisting into a grimace. She looks down to his abdomen in sync with him and she gasps as she sees the sword coming out of his belly. And it's like she can feel all his pain as the sword leaves his body, her guts tearing apart. The man coughs blood, falling on his knees, his hands pressed on the gaping hole in his abdomen. He finishes his fall, head first in the mud and Victoria can feel the life leaving his body as the man takes his last breaths, his brown eyes looking into the void. 

Victoria wakes up abruptly, sweating and panting. She presses a hand on her chest, desperately trying to calm her breath. Once she's calmed she pours herself a cup of water, still haunted by the sensation of her dream or maybe nightmare. She doesn't find sleep after that, so she just lies on her couch, watching TV, until morning comes and the hour she has to leave for work. 

It's only the first night of a dozen as sleepless. Most of the time, she finds herself in the Middle Age, in various places, some faces regularly appearing. Sometimes she's in other periods, even in modern days. But the common point to all her dreams is this man. Each time she can see him more clearly, his thick hair is most of the time cut short around his ears, a scar slashing his forehead while two small others are ornamenting his left cheekbone. One day, she decides to draw him, she spends the afternoon on it, but she's determined to make it as realistic as possible. As the lines darken the paper, she realizes how the man reminds her of someone. She sends the drawing to Rebecca without much explanation and she immediately replies to her that he reminds her of the guy from the conspiracy theory video they watched one late night. 

Victoria takes the time to search the video in her browser history, and indeed, Rebecca was right. The man is the spitting portrait of the one called the “time traveler”. She watches the video with probably much more interest than the first time, desperate to understand why he is haunting her nights. That's clearly the least credible story she has ever heard: a man, the same man, captured in pictures at different places and at different periods of time. A guy talented with photoshop could perfectly create this whole theory. She sighs, closing her laptop and just comes to the conclusion that her brain registered the man's face when she watched the video with Rebecca and simply has a fixation on it since. 

Curious to know the origins of the other faces she can see in her dreams, she draws them as well and she finds herself with three other men. The younger looking is blond with a bowl cut, a long face and an endearing smile. The two others look much more like warriors, one has long hair tied and shaved on the sides, his eyes a piercing blue, the other has different colour eyes and a tattoo covering the side of his neck. Once again, she sends her drawings to Rebecca but this time she has no idea of where she could have seen them. 

Days pass, the dreams don't fade but Victoria forgets about her accident and all the strange things that happened, until the police call her. Obviously, her car had to be found as she didn't call anyone to take care of it, she just wanted to forget what happened. She tries to give the best explanation to the police, telling them she's alright and shock made her forget to deal with her broken vehicle. After an hour on the phone they finally let her alone, adding that if she wanted to file a complaint there would probably not be a lot of results. She just replies that she will think of it, when in fact she won't at all.

As things couldn’t get weirder, one afternoon she meets an odd customer at the bookshop she’s been working for years now. She doesn’t notice him particularly, until she feels like he is staring at her behind his sunglasses. She tries to ignore him, but can’t resist staring back. He is wearing a grey sweatshirt, the hood covering his hair, but at the color of his beard she guesses it’s as dark. There’s something familiar to him and decided to understand what his problem with her is, she fully turns to face him. 

“Can I help you?”

The man seems to freeze, his hands sinking in the pockets of his trousers. He lowers his head and reads the badge with Victoria’s name on her jacket. He looks back to her and this time she raises an eyebrow, her arms crossing over her chest. 

“No that’s alright.” He mutters with an accent she doesn’t get in the moment. “Sorry for botherin’ ya.” 

He steps back and leaves the bookshop without another word. She doesn’t move for a moment, frowning and still staring at the shop’s door. She has dealt with a thousand customers in five years of working here, sometimes extremely weird, even more than this one, however it’s him who remains stuck in her head even a few days after his visit. 

But the culmination of this month filled by weird events happens a week after the man came to the bookshop. It’s a friday, and as usual, Vicky has her free afternoon and spends it at her flat, watching the last episode of Game of Thrones while drawing. But she’s interrupted by a knock on her door. She frowns, pretty sure she expected no one to come today. The person knocks again and she gets up from her desk chair. She unlocks the door, opens it, and before she can even say “hello”, she gasps in surprise at the sight of the man standing in front of her. 

Victoria has no doubts. It’s the man from her dreams or the one theorists call the “time traveler”, standing in the corridor of her floor with a tight, uncomfortable.

A/N : A first chapter full of misteries ahah ! Don’t hesitate to comment, express your ideas regarding what could happen or whatever could happen, I’m really curious to know ahah! See you next week for some answers ;)

Tags : @maggiescarborough​ @geekandbooknerd​ @obipoelover​ @finansarms​ ; Don’t hesitate to tell me if you want to be add to the tag list of the fic!

[largedenominationsplease]

3 & 12 for the end of year fanfic ask 💕

Also… any idea when you’ll be updating the Jiara fake dating fic? Loved the first chapter of that so much!

oh hey!! 😍

3. favorite line/scene you wrote this year

so this one was tough, because I'll be honest, I've been really proud of my writing this year. I feel I've come a long way and made a lot of improvements. SHME has a soft spot in my heart though, so I think my all-time favorite scene is at the end of the epilogue - I'll quote it below!

12. favorite character to write about this year

Kiara m'fing Carrera! She's just such an interesting character being apart of both the Cut and Figure 8 - the two worlds warring within her? *chef's kiss* and she has such a strong moral compass and sense of loyalty. I really love diving deeper into her motivations and figuring out why she does what she does and says what she says. I relate to her in a lot of ways, but she's just different enough from me that writing for her is a pleasant challenge. She is *everythingggg* and I love her.

end of year asks

aaannnd as far as the Fake Dating fic... I don't know when I'll have that updated. I've got quite a few things I'm working on (and of course catching up on reading from JiaraWeek - I swear I'm trying to get to everything lol) so I'm making no promises, but I should have stuff out soon. ❤️

Favorite Scene: (spoilers for She Has My Eyes)

Sage crawled up into JJ’s lap when he sat down, insisting that he help her roast a hot dog. She took in the view of her friends, no, her family sitting around her, simply happy to be near each other. She remembered back to the first time she met her dad, his eyes as wide as hers, both of them just as afraid as each other, but somehow she knew she could trust him. She remembered the first time she met Mama H, scared and upset at all the new things happening in her life, but Mama H had made her feel safe. She looked at Uncle John B and Aunt Sarah and Cousin Booker, and smiled thinking about all the baked cookies and fishing trips and playdates. She thought about Uncle Pope and Uncle Zack’s house and how it always smelled like apple spice and had weird books about medicine and surgery. Uncle Pope would tell her about all the weird ways bodies would get sick and how he could fix them. She thought she might like to be a doctor when she grew up. Or something else entirely. She got the feeling she didn’t have to decide right away. She leaned back against her father, feeling his chest rumble as he laughed at something Uncle Pope said. Looked over at Mom, remembering the first time they met and how nice and sweet smelling she had been. Only letting herself remember for a moment how betrayed she had felt waking up the morning she left. That memory hurt, but it led to a better one: Mom crashing into her alongside Dad when they found her on the beach after she ran away. Waking up the next morning to find out that she would never leave ever again. Sage smiled at that, watching Mom brush hair out of her face, and press a kiss to Baby Marley’s forehead, knowing she’d get the same kind of kiss right before bed, from both her mom and dad, soft I-love-yous, and then she’d dream about how great this birthday was. Mama would like this , she thought. Mama was a distant memory now. Dad would show her pictures and remind her of who she was - yellow hair, green eyes, freckles. She was pretty. Sage liked to think she looked a lot like Mama, but when she looked in the mirror it wasn’t Mama’s pretty green eyes staring back at her, it was Dad’s bright blue ones. She liked it that way.