#anyway time to go lay in bed

[astralfist]

Updated my rules a little bit, mostly in regards to replies.

Basically I put my own health first before anything on here. I also have higher priorities in life which I also put first before anything on here. Sometimes I might even be lazy or just too damn tired that I don't wanna work on drafts and such. So I'd highly appreciate it if people don't pester me about replies. Don't even try to get passive aggressive about it too, cuz that's just not how shit works, and honestly if all that continues I'm just going to drop the thread, and possibly hardblock if the harassment overall just continues.

I also believe I have the right to drop a thread if I'm just not feeling it. It's nothing against anybody, and I am not saying anybody is a bad writer. If I'm not feeling it then I'm just not, and I don't wanna force a reply just because.

I'm tired. I work a fulltime shitty job, only getting paid minimum wage. I have 6 animals to take care of... I ain't gonna go into my personal life on there. But if anybody really thinks I forgot about a thread though, feel free to dm me about it, but no promises or guarantees that I'll reply to whatever thread we might have going on.

If y'all put RP first than anything in life then uhhhhhhh....... Y'all need to go touch some grass.

[jadewritesficshere]

Grey

Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Synopsis: Steve gets a wake up call from yall's daughter

Contents: talks of aging, kids being kids, references to smut but nothing explicit

Steve groans as his consciousness comes to. Something is hitting his face. Someone. Repeatedly.

Steve squints his bleary eyes open as a hand smacks him in the jaw again. A small smile appears on his face even though his jaw stings from the impact. "Morning," Steve's voice is still thick with sleep as he turns to look into brown eyes barely peeking over the edge of the bed.

A quiet voice repeats back ,"Morning," to Steve before arms reach up over the edge of the bed to try and grasp something. Small hands grab the blanket and tug it off of him slightly as the child attempts to climb up. At two and half, Amelia Joy Harrington can barely see above the edge of her parents' bed, let alone get on it.

Steve hoists Amelia up and sits her on his stomach. Steve winces as Amelia scrambles, a stray foot hitting his thigh precariously close to his crotch. Arms are thrown around his neck in a hug as Amelia lays her head against her dad's chest.

Steve feels like his heart could burst out of his chest from the joy he is feeling. A hug from his baby? The best way to wake up in the morning. Who cares if his jaw is still stinging and probably red, his little girl loves him.

Steve sighs in contentment. Steve holds his daughter close until she starts to fidget and wiggle. Amelia sits up and throws her hands in the air. "Happy Birthday!" She whispers excitedly, except she has no concept of how quiet a whisper should actually be and says it in a much too loud voice.

"What?" Steve asks, hand hovering near Amelia's side in case she slips. Amelia's eyebrows furrow as she pouts at him, a look that is an exact copy of you. Her arms slowly lower as she stares at Steve. "Happy Birthday. You old." Amelia pouts at him.

Steve blinks at Amelia in confusion but nods his head. First off, rude, he isn't that old. Steve isn't sure where she gets her unfiltered, blunt commentary (it absolutely isn't him). Second, it absolutely isn't his birthday. Not even close.

"Why uh...why is it my birthday?" Steve asks, unsure if Amelia fully understands the concept. Not sure if he can explain the idea of a birthday to a two (and a half) year old. "Grey." Amelia declares giving Steve whiplash. Before Steve can speak, Amelia points at the comforter," Blue." Steve smiles," Yes, blue."

Amelia points to her shirt," Green." Steve nods. Amelia taps under Steve's eye, lashes brushing against her finger causing him to close it. Steve hopes she doesn't attempt to actually poke his eye.

"Brown." Amelia declares. "Thats right." Steve grins, his girl is so smart. Amelia points to his temple," Grey." "That's ri- what?! No!" Steve's mouth drops open as Amelia giggles. "Uncle Dustbin says grey is old. Birthday makes old. Happy Birthday!"

The creak of the loose floorboard in the hall notifies Steve of your approach. You peek into the doorway of the room, seeing your two favorite people. One looking aghast and the other giggling at her father's reaction.

"What's going on in here?" You ask, leaning against the doorway. "Grey. Birthday." Amelia announces, like it explains everything. And it does in her little mind.

You hum in response, looking at your husband who seems lost for words. Amelia slides off of Steve and off the bed, Steve guiding her so her feet land on the ground absent-mindedly. He would never let her fall or get hurt. Or you.

Amelia half walks half dances in your direction. A prance in her step, she stops in front of you and grabs your hands. "It's daddy's birthday," She says before headbutting your leg. You chuckle and pat her head as she dances out of the room, in her own little world.

"You lying to my kid again?" You ask once Amelia is gone. Steve sputters as he sits up," I did not- our kid- did not lie." "Uh-huh, sure," you say sarcastically. Steve rolls his eyes at you as he gets up out of bed.

Steve stretches as he rocks on his feet, back cracking, before strolling over to you. "Good morning," Steve mumbles, hand landing on your hip. You hum back as he leans in and kisses you. Soft. Slow. Sweet. Leaving you longing for more as he pulls back.

"Love you," Steve says, fingers running along the waistband of your pants. "I love you too," you want to melt into him. Curl up in his arms and stay in this moment. Let the love and adoration fill the air around you.

"Do I look old?" Steve is the first to break the silence. Your brow furrows in confusion," huh?" "Amelia she," Steve huffs out a laugh," said I have grey hair." You chuckle as you bring a hand up, fingers threading through his hair," You have some but its nice." "Its nice huh?" "Makes you look distinguished. Handsome." You bite your lip and look up at him.

Steve knows that look. Knows it well. It's the look you gave him the first time you moved past just making out. The same look you gave him on your first anniversary. The same look you wore on your wedding night. The same look you gave before Amelia was conceived.

Steve can't help the smirk that spreads across his face. If getting old gives him that look, well, he won't complain.

"What about me?" You ask, batting your lashes. "Beautiful," Steve kisses your cheek," Gorgeous," he kisses the corner of your lips. He continues to alternate between kissing all over your face and praising you.

"My love," Steve whispers before kissing you softly on the lips. You sigh into the kiss, one hand tangling in his hair, the other trying to pull him closer.

A loud crash from the living room has you two pulling back from the sweet moment you stole. "What was that?" You call down the hall. "Nothing!" Amelia yells back, making you sigh but smile. Steve can't help but grin too. His life was a little hectic dealing with a rambunctious child, but he wouldn't trade it for the world. And he thinks, if life is like this, he can manage getting old with you. He wouldn't want it any other way.

[hmscritters]

Omg that's so sad :(( /gives them some food and gifts :∆

[ 31 ]

The critters get nice sweet treats and some nice blankets and plushies. Look at them having a great time.

[perilegs]

i think it's unfair that anxiety can cause an upset stomach. why are you doing all that.

[quietwingsinthesky]

going to sleep, time to imagine my comfort fanfiction for the night! (<- favorite character getting violently nonconned)

[zooblesbutchpuppygirl]

Wait I just remembered. There's only 4 (or 3???) more weeks now until mine and Zooble's 1 year anniversary

[rapidhighway]

2h car ride 6h train ride and then dragging very heavy baggage through this stupid neighborhood and now I have to climb a ladder to lay down in bed are you crazy

[darkesthourofthedarkestnight]

paul holden who shows up at the curtis house for thanksgiving dinner because he can’t bear the blank walls, the table full of food that wouldn’t get eaten, his father’s cold stare across the table. paul who’s welcomed inside with no questions asked, given a spot at the table, and is treated like a part of the family. paul who enjoys the atmosphere and the kindness of darry and his family but he knows he’ll never quite fit in with them, and he’ll always have his own�� well, what you could call family.

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

Books of 2024: ALWAYS COMING HOME by Ursula K. Le Guin.

The people have Spoken, so I'll be reading this 618-page brick next! The cover page credits the author, an artist, a composer, a geomancer (??), and the author of the intro, so. I suspect I'm in for a Ride™. I am both Excited and Intimidated--will report back on how this goes!

[happyk44]

Waving Koneko off, Renzou plunged his hands into the warm inside of his pockets and sat down. He gave it a breath or two before tilting his head back and laughing. “You don’t gotta spy on me, you know.” He turned to face Light as he perched on the arm rest of the bench like an overgrown imp. “That’s kinda my job.”

Light cocked his head, shooting Renzou a smarmy grin. “And here I thought I was doing a pretty good job.”

Renzou shrugged and tilted his head back. The clouds were overcast today. The sun drifted low. He closed his eyes. “Shouldn’t you be botherin’ Bon or something?”

“Research requires a clear head.” Light hopped off the arm rest and circled around. His poncho fluttered with the breeze. He didn’t sit. “What better way to clear one’s head than some fresh air?”

“Bon gettin’ some fresh air too then?” Renzou gestured loosely above his head. “Or that only apply to you?”

The barking laugh he gave was nothing but delighted. “And here I thought spies weren’t capable of caring for their marks.”

He’s not my mark, Renzou thought. But Light likely already knew that. He hunched forward. “He’s my friend. Of course I care about him. I’d be a pretty shitty person if I didn’t.”

Light regarded him with a curious gaze. As though Renzou were some kind of creature trapped under a glass and zoomed in on under microscope. Renzou stared back, undaunted.

“I’ve asked around about you, Shima,” Light said, tone nothing but pleasant. “Life you’ve lived so far - this choice seems pretty outta the blue for a guy like you.”

Renzou didn’t answer.

“Ryuuji-“ Light gave an exaggerated sigh, flashing too many teeth for his next words to be any genuine concern. “You really hurt his feelings, kid.”

“I know.” It doesn’t bother me felt as clear as it was unspoken. He stood and shrugged. “His feelings are his feelings. Not much I can do about ‘em, yunno?”

Light took a step back, allowing Renzou to circle around him. “Why’d they really send you back, kid?”

Renzou glanced over his shoulder and grinned, easy as ever. “Just ‘cause we’re similar don’t mean we’re the same, Lightning.”

Another delighted bark of a laugh. Light’s eyes were full of mirth. “And here I was thinkin’ ya had no clue about yourself yet.” He gestured out to Renzou with undisclosed glee. “You keep surprising me!”

“I’m not a complete idiot,” Renzou said. “Figured it out long before I become a spy.” He flashed a wide grin. “Not that hard once you realize everyone else ain’t lying just for fun all the time.” He tips his head towards Light. “Must be nice being your way though.”

“It ain’t bad,” Light agreed. He eyed Renzou carefully. “But I can see why someone would rather go your way.” A brief lull as a bird crowed overhead. Then, “You’re still coping to shit, you know? Just ‘cause you’re being vague don’t mean you’re not admitting to anything.”

Renzou’s grin widened. “I’m a heartless bastard who lies for fun and doesn’t always totally understand why people care about one another.” He laughed. “That make it less vague for you?” He shook his head. “This ain’t a trap, Lightning. You’re not gonna go around telling people I’m broken.”

Light raised a brow. “I’m not?”

“You like experiments,” Renzou said easy. Light’s brow arched higher. “I’m an experiment. Besides. Only people you’ll hurt are the others. I’m fine with it. Don’t know how else to be.” At Light’s lack of response, Renzou snorted. “You think you’re the only who can ask around?”

“Nah.” Light shrugged. “Just surprised.”

“Was more interesting than homework, I’ll tell you that.”

“I bet.” Light’s easygoing face fell. “Who told you you were broken?”

Renzou just raised his hand over his head. “Have a nice one, Lightning.” As he walked backwards, he shot him double fingerguns. “Don’t work Bon too hard now! Otherwise he’ll get even more on my ass about not doing my homework.” He spun around on his heel and headed forward. “See ya!”

[ghostbeam]

Fwb with Oliver who expects he’ll have to break things off once you get too attached but it’s worth it for a little fun except u never get too attached in fact ur the one who has to tell him it’s over bc he’s gotten too clingy

[expedition33]

anyways everyone pray for me i have to get my blood drawn tomorrow :(

[liquidstar]

Oh fuck tomorrow I'm going to be a little birthday boy I keep almost forgetting

[istherewifiinhell]

Biking!!!! To actual locations! Can you imagine that.

[sidesteppostinghours]

should i be asleep right now???? probably. but i cant do that right now because im busy crying about the parallels between step and argent.

[transannabeth]

i mostly have down days but then i’ll go and send audio messages about one series for over an hour, write 4k books about an entirely different book, and then for about forty minutes fall into a rabbit hole of the third, and then i’ll pace around my basement speaking to myself about a fourth unrelated thing

and i will still feel deeply unmoored and not alright