#because even space dad has 13 different faces

[mythtakens]

here are my Eddie Diaz specific wishes for the beginning of season 8 because the only way out is through and if I think too hard about where this season as a whole ended up and that bizarre lackluster finale I’ll have an out of body experience:

have this Eddie and Chris storyline actually mean something. if you’re gonna do this drastic traumatic thing in such a rushed way you have to do something with it. Could some time apart be good? sure! maybe! but don’t just have Chris gone and offscreen not speaking to his dad and never seen at all until they arbitrarily decide Eddie has done enough penance that he can be narratively rewarded by having his son back.

as good of a dad as Eddie is and as much as he wants to give Chris the space there’s still a big difference between not breaking down the door of a bedroom and a distance of 1000+ miles for months. let him go to Texas as the PARENT. bring Chris into the narrative. he’s older and more aware now, so have his decisions matter. have him face the reality of living with the Diaz parents who historically are probably not going to give him the freedom and respect he’s used to and let it become clear how different Eddie has always been in his approach to him… show us some flashbacks of Eddie’s own childhood, let Chris come to a deeper understanding of his father! let them actually talk about Shannon and what happened with Kim in a real way… let him fully realize his dad isn’t perfect but he tries so hard and let Chris recognize him as human and the value of what Eddie gives through that. if it’s about Gavin’s availability something like this can still be achieved in an arc of a few episodes if it’s given actual time and focus

let Eddie have a real confrontation with his parents about all of this. They flew from Texas to California in the middle of the night without a word to their own adult son and acted like it was their right to let a 13 year old make the call about his own parenting while Eddie was vulnerable and panicking. Without prior knowledge of the situation, without letting anything cool down. Let him tell them that was THE WRONG THING TO DO! Don’t have him get interrupted, don’t let them talk over him about how they know better, don’t let one of them drop dead while he’s letting his emotions out. Eddie always feels like he’s being punished when he does something for himself because, well, the narrative punishes him. DON’T PUNISH HIM.

let him tell Helena how deeply it hurt him when she said he was dragging Christopher down with him all those years ago and how this felt like a second instance of that, let him feel betrayed by the way Ramon handled this situation regarding HIS fatherhood and HIS son after all the time they’ve spent working on their own relationship, let him tell them they DON’T know better than him because he makes mistakes because they did too! let him tell them he’s a good father! let him feel like a good father! he is one!

if you want to explore who Eddie is when he doesn’t have Chris and only has himself to look after then actually do it. let him look after himself. For himself. don’t have him only be miserable and still feeling like a failure months later, don’t let him keep circling the drain just idealizing what he and Shannon had. Devin is great but my god… we need to let Shannon rest. As nuts as it was I tried to roll with the doppleganger storyline because I thought well, at least this will lead somewhere and ultimately be a catharsis even if it’s wild. but like then even that wasn’t fully formed and was twisted into a punishment and fresh trauma so?? whether he finally goes to some sort of grief group or gets to heal his inner child or whatever else, let him actually get something out of also making himself a priority in his own life and quit repeatedly destroying the ground under his feet and blaming himself with no end in sight

does Eddie deserve to get to a more mentally healthy place (especially after whatever the fuck all that was)? yeah! is healing linear? absolutely not, and I do love that this show doesn’t shy away from that with everyone’s respective trauma. but mental health is also not a game of punishments and rewards where keeping his own son around is what he gets for whatever passes for model behavior as decided by his parents and an emotional teenager. nobody has to earn the right to love or happiness or to keep raising their own child by sanding down all of their jagged edges and they’re usually very good about showing that so give him that same grace

okay this isn’t Eddie but literally fucking stop… repeatedly torturing Hen and Karen and their children. Stop it. stop. Right now. Stop.

kill Gerrard in a sharknado

[dangara2610]

(4/10) Teenager and Young adult Ulla -Part 4

Oh no, I had delayed a lot and I had distracted too much, any way, shorter and faster ~

< Before

(Hahaha, me having random thoughts about Ulf and Ulla having a similar friends group to the Rugrats, Don would be playing Angelica's role but doesnt work because she is not an spoiled evil brat)

1.- Let's skip the subplot about how now in the school it looks like Ulf is too invested on getting way much more study time, and for the surprise, he isn't only researching whatever needs to get the homework done, but she's going with his own investigation about what is right and what is wrong at getting siblings separated or united, as he used to be with his twin sister.

2.- And that's how he develops a kind of obsession, or maybe a focus for a new specialty, about functional and dysfunctional families, siblings dynamics, information about twins is very little, and of course, at the Renaissance time they are living, he feels the hope about finding great philosophers and sciencists works

3. He finds interesting things, mostly documented siblings dynamics are about Greek mythology, Biblic texts, Grimm fairy tales, Prussian, Germanic , Roman and Baltic folklore, too little about twins, siblings with eternal mutual love, siblings killing each other out of envy, constant figth until they get a reconciliation, banned because of 1nc3st, total indifference form each other life, a patriotic feeling from sharing a root.

4.- He needs more, so, new tactic, interviews to all the neighborhood, more domestic perspective, is this a bad idea? what would be the worst? all the town gossiping on his back about how he wants to push his spoon on private lives? putting salt on family wounds?

Did I said I was going to skip the subplot and then say it anyway? Sorry my bad XD

Whatever

5.- The friends of the group noticed how Ulf stopped hanging out with them, and how Ulla tried to make Donnie join the friends group, but even like this, Don doesn't want to play their games.

6.- And now the friends group tell Ulla to make Ulf come back, why did he stopped hanging out anyway ? Ulla is not sure, they suggest that maybe he felt substituyed by Don and leaved, haha , that's not possible, he is unsubstituible, right?

7.- What was the last time they played together? Since meeting Don, but she felt like everything was like always, did she took his company for granted and didn't noticed she pushed him out of her quality time?

8.- She needs to find him and apologize, once in home, he is no where to be found, mom and dad say he was studying at the library, and after that, he would visit some neighbors for a research, she should stay at peace.

9.- So she waits while advancing at her own alchemy research, but feels at unease, what if he got in trouble?, before she gets a purse ready to search him out there, Don comes to her lab space to say she is bored and wanted to see what is that alchemy about.

10.- Ulla as she is, is happy to show Don, so they spend time with it, still unease, but kind of happy that Don finally shows more interest on her first interest, what if she doesn't ask again if refusing now? Ulf is smart and strong, he wouldn't put himself in danger.

11.- Don watches how Ulla time to time twitches her face with worry and then happyness again, and gets offended, what if Ulla in the deep doesn't want to teach her this alchemy stuff to avoid her from being smarter than her?

12.- Whatever, Don will keep her thoughts for herself, as she had done at all Mr Croix classes, feeling like this is not different, they think she is a lower life and a failure, younger kids from this town have more knowledge than her, a shame, but she has now a genius at home and she plans to squish the juice of these lemons.

13.- Ulla after running some samples joyfully with Don as her pupil, it's time to get her to do samples to test if she put attention, and yes, amazing tests, Ulla says that maybe tomorrow together they would read an "Hermes Trismegistus" book to try new reactions, but now, they should go outside.

14.- Don doesn't want to, she wants to spend more time learning more alchemy, so he asks Ulla to stay a continue, Ulla considers this, this is one of her favorite things, but the worry about Ulf cant be ignored, so she fights her desires with her 10 years old child mind, and takes a while, so Don gets more offended, and tells her to do whatever she wants, but she says it with kind of a sneer.

15.- So Ulla now worries about making Don angry and tries to apologize, as a pleaser she is kind of becoming, she offers Donnie to keep studying, but then it clicks in her mind , why is she giving more focus into stop Don to be angry at her for not spending time after she shopped spending time with Ulf for way too longer than this?

16.- What if Ulf is also angry at her? What if he doesn't like her as before ? Is she a bad sister for not noticing this before ? Is she an hypocrite for caring more for her new friend than her own twin brother who has been there for her his whole life ?

17.- Donella now is alarmed, Ulla started crying shortly after offering more time here, seems like she got sad for no reason, and now she tries to get her to not cry, shush her, offer a hug, whatever, whenever a child cried back in Ingvarr, two things could happen : 1) Adults hitting the child to stop crying and endure whatever is happening, 2) Friends of such children hitting the one who made them cry in vengeance.

18.- In this place, adults are more caring, what if Ulla's parents hit her and kick her out their house for making her daughter cry?, but she did nothing to hurt her, then why? Her parents enter to the room rushing asking what happened, while the mom, Holda, scoops Ulla from Donella to hug her instead , Don explains that nobody is injured, but Ulla got sad for no reason.

19.- That sounds suspicious, nobody cries for nothing, then the answer comes, Ulla says she wants Ulf, she misses him, her mom assures her he is coming back soon, and she shouldn't miss him, both had breakfast and school together, Ulla answer is not that, but they hadn't been together a longer while.

20.- Ulf is back home, is not even dark outside, barely sunset, leaves his things at the living room and goes to the lab space to see what's the fuss about, Ulla runs to him to hug him, she tells him she is sorry for stopping spending time with him

22.- He says she shouldn't worry, everything is okey, (and according to dad's plan), she shouldn't be sad (but he is sad too) he loves her as a sister, and each one needs time to spends apart, Ulla ask if isn't he angry at her, he is not, and she answers an "I love you brother "

23.- Donella just doesn't understand what the heck is happening in front of her, rich kids and their picky problems for their delicate minds, now that he is home, dinner should be served, so everyone should go and set the table

24.- Meanwhile they do this chore, Ulf tells how was his day, and he adds that during his research, he knocked at the door at three empty houses, maybe those are abandoned, so if Don stills wants to do as she said, there are three places, if she dropped that, is no problem too.

25.- Now dinner is served, and Don thanks him for the information, and she also thanks everyone for their hospitality and patience with her, Ulla also thanks her for being an amazing friend, the parents says she can stay more time, there is no need to rush, either way, she is welcome home anytime.

26.-Ulla adds she felt worry for Ulf, so, was everything all right on his research? He assures everything was fine, later he privately with his dad, would add that, all neighbors were kind, but when he went further away, some people where mean to him, and that scared him a little , but it was not big deal, dad offers to company him next time

27.- Ulf agrees and thanks him, he doesn't reveal this to his dad , but he also got some haunting histories about real life problems at the people interviewed talks, but he promised to keep quiet about those, confidentiality, a fine price for "free" knowledge, time to try a new adult skill , "keep secrets".

Well, end of that arc, thanks for reading ;D

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[furiousgoldfish]

Happy Birthday! I found your blog and I’m confused and I was hoping you could help me?

I don’t really remember anything from when I was younger (I’m 13 going on 14) and only have a few random memories, and those were from getting in trouble at school. Nothing really from at home. I don’t really have any solid memories of anything before this year.

And I don’t really know if what my parents are doing is abusive? I know they yelled a lot when I was younger, and I start crying whenever my dad yells at me. But they’re acting so nice now? They still call me ugly or fat or whatever but they’re joking most of the time and they buy me nice things sometimes and my mom makes food I like. They don’t really hit me that much. Not that hard and not that often and not enough to leave bruises but it’s always for like. Fidgeting, or being “disrespectful” or spacing out or scratching my face and ugh. I dunno.

(They’re also really queerphobic and I’m queer but that’s a rant for another day)

My mom touches me a lot and it’s kind of weird. When I tell her to give me some space she’s like: “I changed your diapers and what? Now I can’t touch you?” Or “I give you a roof over your head give you food…” (I’m translating to English for these, my mom doesn’t speak in English unless she’s at work). I have this memory of her crawling into my bed and squeezing my chest but I don’t know if it was just a weird dream or if it actually happened.

They also act super immature. My dad said he thinks of himself more like an older brother than a dad. My mom is just babyish at times. They’ve again made me do things that are definitely not good for small children to do, like made me use a gas stove to make tea when I was seven or eight. (I had to continue this until I was eleven and Covid hit at which point I just stayed in my room and became basically nocturnal)

So yeah, I don’t really know if it’s abuse or if I’m just being super sensitive. It’s like they’re doing a thousand different things just to set me over the edge, but idk if it’s intentional or if it’s my depression just making everything seem negative. It could be so much worse anyways, and I feel kinda ungrateful. thanks.

Hey, it was really good of you to reach out and share what's going on! I'm glad you came to speak to me about this.

I understand that you've been with these people forever, and what they've been doing to you always felt extremely normal, like there's no other or better way to behave or to treat you. It's also another level of not feeling like you're able to even judge your parents when they act so immature and baby-ish, it's like how could you even expect these people to know better, when they're acting like toddlers.

I want to point out some things you said to me, that really go against each other, and I hope you'll be able to see it when it's pointed out:

'My parents are nice.'

 'My parents call me fat, ugly, and write it off as a joke. My parents hit me, but they used to hit me worse so I don't feel like I'm allowed to complain about being hit, and I think not being hit very often is a reason to tolerate being hit sometimes. I don't think being physically abused counts if there are no visible injuries. My father yells at me to the point where I start crying. I get punished for completely inane things like 'fidgeting', 'not stroking someone's ego', or just thinking my thoughts and scratching my face. They're also phobic of my entire sexuality and identity. My mother doesn't respect my physical boundaries, doesn't care that I'm uncomfortable when I'm touched, and insists that she has the right to physically violate my boundaries. I am being blackmailed with shelter and food into allowing my boundaries to be broken. She touched me intimately but it's too scary to think about that or to believe that it was real.'

What you described here is horiffic amount of abuse. I can understand that it feels like 'not a big deal' because it was done to you, and you're used to it and don't feel like you matter enough to be protected or respected, and it's done by people who don't seem like they could possibly do any better. But it is abuse. I am so sorry. You are so much younger than they are, but you already know that calling anyone, especially someone vulnerable fat and ugly is a horrible and painful thing to do. You understand that hitting someone, even once, is an act of violence, especially if you're stronger, if that person might grow afraid of you. You know not to yell at someone until they start crying. You know not to punish others for just sitting there and scratching their face – nobody gets punished for spacing out or scratching their face, why should you? Why would someone hurt you for something so harmless and normal?

You also know that touching someone's private parts against their will is wrong, and to keep touching someone who keeps telling you they're not comfortable with it, is wrong. And your parents know this too. I know they seem immature and like they couldn't possibly understand that what they're doing is wrong – but they would know instantly if it was done to them, wouldn't they? They would instantly be slighted and upset. And they surely don't do it to people who have any kind of authority over them, they don't do it to their bosses or neighbours or their own parents. They know they can't go around violating, hitting, insulting, assaulting and sexually harassing people, they know it would land them in jail. But they can do it to you. So they blackmail you and make you feel like you have to endure it all, you have to tolerate it because they've given you food and shelter – it would have been illegal for them not to give their own child food and shelter.

You are not sensitive at all. You have handled so much. You have endured and had patience for so much horrible and harmful behaviour, you minimized it so much even here, even when trying to tell me about all of the things that hurt you and make you feel like you don't matter, you still wrote them like it wasn't a big deal. It's a big deal. Nobody should ever call you ugly, or hit you, or yell at you, or insist you owe them to be touched, or to face phobia against your own person. Every single one of these is devastating to go thru, especially from your own parents. You are important, and they cannot be allowed to just do to you whatever they want, and then blame it on you, or call you too sensitive. They are acts of abuse, and you didn't deserve any of that. You deserved to be adored, supported, protected and loved just as you are. I am so sorry these people put you thru all of this.

I wish I could give you some good advice or have an idea of how you could protect yourself, but it's likely that you're already doing all you can just to hold on and to survive this situation. It's really bad, and my heart goes out to you. Some of the things you've described, hitting, intimate abuse, touching, are in fact, illegal in most countries, and I would advise you to see if you can talk to someone you trust about it, to see if anything can be done to protect you – but I also know that in a lot of places, these topics are not well received, and I can't be completely certain that you'll find someone who would understand and help you. You can, however, decide for yourself, if you have someone you trust who would do their best to protect you, you can complain about this stuff, because this isn't small stuff. What they're doing to you is traumatic, and if they don't care to see it, then they don't deserve to have a child that they can violate like this.

It's also a sign of abuse that you went nocturnal and feel more safe at night, when these people aren't awake. It is likely that in the presence of these people, you feel more afraid, tense, anxious and scared than anywhere else in the world, and that is a horrible way to grow up and live. You deserve better.

[frogswithfrogs]

Details about the Mci’s in my Au

Personalities:

Gabriel Green

Standard little brother type. He is incredibly rambunctious and energetic toddler with a highly active imagination who loves to draw and do other crafts. He also has a habit of bringing animals inside his house, much to the annoyance of his mom and Jeremy

Jeremy Green

A very smart kid, but is very bad at rational thinking. He really likes space exploration and wants to be an astronaut. He also acts more mature than he actually is

Susie Smith

Very stereotypical girly girl who loves all things cute, princess related, and pink. She has a very big heart, especially when it comes to animals and babies. She is highly emotional and gets upset over small things, though she is only five, and is yet to face any real problems.* she’s kinda spoiled

Fritz Santos

Definitely a Wild Child. He acts, talks, and looks like a pirate, even calling himself “Captain Fritz” he often acts out at school, his intentions are always good, however. He loves to play imagination games, especially if they involve pirates of the ocean.

Cassidy Guerra

A very, very, very grumpy kid. She can be sweet if you can look past the sarcasm and biting however. Her anger was increased when Evan died, so her reactions became a lot more intense if angered. She is also super loyal, and trusting.

Family and home life

Jeremy and Gabriel

They both live with their mom, Michelle(38), their older sisters Carly(13) and Felicia(12), and Gabriel’s dad Marcus(40). All three children have different dads, Carly and Felicia’s dad being Michelle’s ex husband’s , and Jeremy being her former boyfriends. They live in a somewhat small house. Jeremy and Gabriel share a room, and the attic was turned into a room for Carly and Felicia. They are quite close to each other because of this, Jeremy feeling very protective of Gabe.

Susie

Susie comes from a big Mormon family, having seven sisters. Her family includes her mom Francis(40), her dad David(43), her sisters Kathrine “Katie”(16), Samantha(14), Linny(10), Grace(8), Ruby(6), May(3) and Tilly(1). She was raised very wealthy, as her father was a great banker. She was little Miss Hurricane in 1984 when she was 4, due to this, her death and funeral were a big deal compared to the other kids. She was raised in a huge house, it was three stories and had a in ground pool.

Fritz

His life was very vibrant, being raised by many eccentric aunts and uncles, but his family was his father Pedro(34) his “best friend” Damien(34), and Damien’s daughter Christie(9) and his older brothers Jose(12) and Davi(9). His father was the owner of the local pub JR’s, which was frequented by William. They all lived in a rather large apartment above the building. The other part of his family included his mom Beatriz, her “first mate” Frida, and her many, many crew mates on their boat, which was a pirate themed entertainment boat restaurant that Fazbear Entertainment considered an enemy. His life was vibrant and filled with color due to this odd upbringing

Cassidy

Cassidy grew up on a trailer park with her mom Barbra(40), her father Pharrell(38), and her two siblings Hope(17) and Andrew(14). Due to them not having much, their lives were hectic. It’s also worth noting that Barbra was a chain smoker and spent her government aid money on cigarettes. Their father was a good dad, he loved his kids very much.

How William lured them:

Susie

Susie had just gotten a puppy, unfortunately Samantha left the fence open, the dog got out, and was hit by Williams car. Susie saw the whole thing and was traumatized. William used this to his advantage, and promised that he had her dog, but the only thing g that was promised was her death.

Fritz

Fritz had been visiting the restaurant on a school field trip,William saw the whole thing as an opportunity. Fritz was stating that he was going to save the recently disappeared Susie from her capture, so William then told him he had her.

Gabriel

William simply offered the kid Candy, he had not been taught about stranger danger yet.

Jeremy

Jeremy had gone looking for Gabriel, this is why Jeremy died fighting, as he saw that he had killed his brother.

Cassidy

Cassidy was having a birthday party at Freddy’s, and no one showed up. William had been observing the whole thing, and lured her in, promising her the best party she could possibly have. Which forty-ish years later, she did

[bitchliteraria1906]

Fuck it, Matt(holomule) headcanons!

His family has a comfortable life and a pretty house. I wouldn't call them rich, they're far from the Blights, but Matt never had to worry about basic needs and can enjoy some expensive things from time to time. Most of it comes from his dad coming from a wealthy family and inherinting money.

His mom is a bard who is not in a good place mentally. She regrets her career choices, blaming herself for choosing the "wrong" track instead of blaming the system for understamading bards. She barely spends time with her family because she's too busy trying to cope with her own issues. When she does talk to her kids, is only to vent about her work and give them long speeches about how they should make better decisions than her.

Matt used to accept her complaining to him and giving him unrequested advice as a way to bond, because at least she was talking to him, but as he grew older, he became annoyed by it and started distancing himself from her more and more.

As for his dad, he's a very passive man who doesn't really do much? Kinda similar to Alador, but he's not an abuse victim, he's just not used to managing things due to growing up with a lot of privilege and always having someone do things for him. He's on the construction coven and spends a lot of time working, so he's barely around, and even when he is, it doesn't really make a difference, since he just lets his wife do most of the decision making (which, by the way, adds more stress to her).

Matt is bi, ace and a trans boy. Once he came to terms with his gender identity and the fact he experiences gender dysphoria, his admiration for Steve became even stronger. He now sees a lot of what he wants to look like in him.

Speaking of which, Steve is probably Matt's favorite person, and him joining the Emperor's coven had an impact in their relationship. At one hand, it made Matt look up to him even more. On the other hand, they lost contact. 

They still love each other regardless, and Matt is 100% the reason Steve's motorcycle has that extra space and helmet. And now, with the fall of Belos and the coven system, they are spending lots of time with each other and even attempting to fix things with their parents as well. Steve also encouraged Matt to start therapy, and after some stubborn denial, he actually did.

But, coming back to 12/13 years old Matt: he's alone most of the time, and his mean persona is a sad attempt to disguise social anxiety.

He wants to be good in school, but has trouble staying motivated and caring for a subject when is not something that interests him or that he's already good at. 

He's a math boy. He genuinely enjoys solving complicated math questions, especially if he gets to brag about being right and better than someone, it gives him a temporary self-esteem boost and sometimes sends him in ego-trips. 

On the other hand, he's not good in english. He doesn't have a lot of patience for reading and his spelling is atrocious, and it might actually be a form of dyslexia.

Self-esteem boosts also happen when he manages to cause chaos/drama or surprise someone with his talents, as seen in "Something ventured, someone framed" and "For the future": he's proud of himself for framing Luz in the first one, and visibly pleased with Gus's chock at his leadership abilities in the latter.

I firmly believe that said leadership abilities come from genuinely studying and researching about what makes a good leader, most likely from the time he still wanted to join the Emperor's coven to be like Steve.

Speaking of which, Matt was severely dissapointed when he started seeing the flaws in Belos’s system and learned about all the harsh truths about his emperor. He tried to face it with a "Well, shit happens" mentality, but it affected him greatly.

Matt loves video games and has bad posture due to the questionable ways he sits while playing. It might seem like a completely passive hobby that doesn't demand much from him, but he genuinely enjoys games that force him to think and work a bit! He loves challenges, coming up with strageties and bragging about his skills whenever he wins.

He's tired a lot of the time and has multiple methods to keep himself awake and focused on school, like eating a lot of sugar and listening to loud music that doesn't let him sleep. He does this so he doesn't have to drink coffee, something he absolutely hates. Is one of the few things Matt genuinely dislikes the taste of, since he's not a picky eater at all. In fact, he would eat anything as long as there's enough ketchup.

He's besties with Amity and Skara and I will take no criticism on this. They paint their nails and gossip together (definitely shit talk Boscha) and the girls give him fashion advice. 

When he first realized wearing feminine clothes didn’t make him happy (because dysphoria) he wasn't sure what to do with his style, so he just started dressing similarly to Steve. However, he couldn’t just be Steve 2.0 forever, he needed to develop his own style, and that's where Amity and Skara shine. They give him tips, take him shopping, give him critics and encourage him to experiment. He's not a fashion icon by any means, but he feels like himself, and that's what matters. It's something he really thanks the two of them for.

Matt listens to lots of music and knows more about it than you would think, mostly because he's interacted with multiple musicians throughout his life: his mom is a bard, Steve is into bard magic (another hc of mine) and he's friends with Skara.

Because of this, he has a really interesting music taste that covers A LOT of genres. If he became interested in human music, I firmly believe he'd have a playlist that starts with Bo Burnham and ends with Metallica, and that Ariana Grande and Lady Gaga would also be there somewhere. 

[bengesko]

Some character building for my baby, Arden.

1: What does their bedroom look like? Arden’s bedroom is literally the back of a hearse. He covered the casket tracks with a futon mattress, a memory foam pad, blankets, pillows, etc. (He gets kicked out by his dad often enough that his hearse is his secondary home.)

2: Do they have any daily rituals? Every day, Arden does a circle around Dragula to check for damage, vandalism, etc. Dragula is his transport, his home, his ticket out of hell. She means everything to him.

3: Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often? Arden does basic weight lifting 2-3 times a week to keep himself strong so he can help lift bodies, move caskets etc. He’s thin and wiry but strong and scrappy as a result.

4: What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy? Grab a snack out of his hearse. (not a body lol)

5: Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.) Arden doesn’t have much, so he’s very neat and tidy, but if given the space, time, and funds, he might struggle a bit with hoarding tendencies.

6: Eating habits and sample daily menu. Arden is a really good cook- he has to be. He makes hearty, filling meals, usually full of meat and veggies because he doesn’t get much of what he cooks, so he makes sure that what he DOES get is nourishing. (stews, casseroles, soups, etc)

7: Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time. Free time is a rare thing for Arden- different from “kicked out of the house” time. True free time is spent taking care of himself. He doesn’t see it as “wasting time” because it’s so rare that he gets to enjoy himself, he relishes it.

8: Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging. Weed and hot showers. He rarely has the time/chance to take long showers or baths, and when he does, he is constantly on edge that he’ll be chastised for it. Weed, however, he can enjoy in his hearse or with friends, and it helps him forget his problems. He never feels bad about it, but he does have that never ending nagging in his brain that he has to get back home to his duties.

9: Makeup? He wears a bit of eyeshadow to darken his eye sockets, make them more masculine, and he’ll daub kohl in the corners of his eyes. He uses mortuary cosmetics to cover the bruises his father (or other bullies) give him.

10: Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such? Arden definitely has hypervigilance and a near permanent lack of self worth as a result of abuse. He doesn’t even realize it’s a thing.

11: Intellectual pursuits? Arden doesn’t really have the time, but he loves biological related sciences.

12: Favorite book genre? He doesn’t have time to read for pleasure, but he’d LOVE horror.

13: Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general? Arden is demiromantic/pansexual with a preference for masculine people. (Though he lives in the 80’s- to him, he’s queer and careful.)

14: Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.) Arden is missing a top front premolar (a result of his father punching him in the face).

15: Biggest and smallest short term goal? He wants to graduate and get the fuck out of Hawkins. (He also wants to finally have sex with his boyfriend.)

16: Biggest and smallest long term goal? He wants to find a funeral home to work at, a place to live, and look into the possibility of doing more to transition. (It's the 80's for him, being trans is a whole Ordeal just to find info, let alone medication/surgery)

17: Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress. Arden dresses in a mix of soft Goth/Punk- black jeans, Doc Martens, leather jacket, band shirts, etc. He wears a compression top (binder) that he made himself, and it’s the first thing he puts on every day.

18: Favorite beverage? Mexican Coke.

19: What do they think about before falling asleep at night? His boyfriend. (Later, his boyfriends and his girlfriend.)

20: Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them? Arden has pock scars from a REALLY bad second bout of chickenpox that hospitalized him- he got it a second time from his siblings and they were so bad he had them in his throat.

21: Turn-ons? Turn-offs? Turn ons: Defensive/Protective tendencies, willingness to show vulnerability, long hair, a good classic smolder paired with a predatory grin, tight jeans on a well shaped ass. Turn offs: bullying, pointless violence, cruelty for the sake of being cruel, (willful) poor hygiene, bigotry, (most) girls in general.

22: Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen? Arden would draw bones, skulls, organs; fractals.

23: How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life? Arden is meticulous. He runs the household and has to make sure it’s always in order, and it’s a habit that he will never shake.

24: Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all? Anatomy/Physiology. He’s been “educated” in mortuary science and practices since he was young, and he has an intimate knowledge of the human body.

25: How do they see themselves 5 years from today? He hopes to see himself in a new place with his boyfriend, happy and free.

26: Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout? He plans on leaving, getting a job as a mortician, dragging his boyfriend with him as a mechanic. If that doesn’t work, then the goal is just to get to the West Coast and figure it out from there.

27: What is their biggest regret? That he’s going to leave his burdens on his younger sister when he leaves.

28: Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy? (Currently)His best friends are his sister Lizzie and Billy. His worst enemies are his father and Tommy Hagan.

29: Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?) Getting everyone to safety, seeing to wounds/injuries.

30: Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies) Complete and utter shutdown. Withdrawal into silence, self soothing, isolation while he processes his trauma.

31: Most prized possession? Dragula, his hearse; he also utterly cherishes the ring Billy gave him. He also has a silver Gemeinhardt flute that his grandfather bought him when he was 10 (all the bells and whistles- C and B foot, open hole with plugs, etc)

32: Thoughts on material possessions in general? They’re nice in theory, but he doesn’t have very many.

33: Concept of home and family? He sees his family and the family home as a burden, as a prison, and he’s counting down the days until he can leave. (Eventually, when he ends up with Billy, Layla, and Eddie, he'll realize family isn't always biological, and is precious)

34: Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?) Arden’s a very private person by nature, and cherishes what little privacy he gets, but he can be TMI once he opens up to people. (Once he trusts someone, he can’t ever shut up)

35: What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time? He loves to draw and play the flute, but he constantly thinks about all the things he could be doing with his time.

36: What makes them feel guilty? The fact that when he leaves, his burdens, his responsibilities as a parentified eldest child will fall to his younger sister. He hates that he’s going to leave his sister to the life he’s been living, but he is close to his breaking point.

37: Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making? Both- it depends on the situation. When it concerns emergencies, he’s very analytical. Himself? Emotional, bordering on clueless.

38: What recharges them when they’re feeling drained? Sitting outside smoking, listening to music. If he’s in a place that’s isolated, he’ll pull out his flute and play songs that are emotionally important to him.

39: Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither? DEFINITELY an inferiority complex. He was raised to think he’s replaceable, worthless and disposable.

40: How misanthropic are they? 50/50. He thinks families are bullshit, and is skeptical about the concept of “Good parents,” but when he has the luxury of getting close to someone, he remembers people aren’t inherently bad.

41: Hobbies? He doesn’t have time for them, but he loves taxidermy/vulture culture. When he finally has a place of his own, he’ll FILL it with bones, wet specimens, etc. He also plays the flute, but has taken a break from it while focusing on graduating.

42: How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education? Currently, Arden’s about to graduate high school, and he’s hoping to get certified as a mortician. If it requires vocational school or college, he’ll do it, but he doesn’t judge anyone who doesn’t take that route.

43: Religion? Arden was raised Methodist, but he’s jaded, and doesn’t believe in God. He will (eventually) end up having a deep attachment to Anubis/Yinepu and Odin.

44: Superstitions or views on the occult? Arden’s seen weird shit working with the dead, and after spending a year in Hawkins? Yeah, he doesn’t doubt there’s more to the world than what’s visible. He does have a superstition that he always puts a coin in the casket of a decedent, and always keeps a handful of pennies in his hearse. He fully believes in having fare for the Ferryman.

45: Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds? Both. He often bottles his thoughts and feelings up, and expresses his moods by keeping himself busy- when he’s around someone he trusts, the words just fall out of him.

46: If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal? Arden wants someone who will be gentle, careful with him, but allows him to set firm boundaries, and will understand and be patient with his trauma. He also wants someone he can laugh with, someone who shares or understands what he’s been through.

47: How do they express love? Arden’s love language is acts of service mostly, but also touch: cooking, tending to wounds/injuries, making sure his lover has what they need; he also loves, craves, and relishes small, casual touches- holding hands, leaning against them, brushing hair off a cheek, small kisses, tiny caresses. (He’s touch starved.)

48: If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like? Arden fights dirty. He bites, claws, pulls hair, goes for the eyes, teeth, groin. If there’s a blunt object in reach? He’ll grab it and start pummeling. (He once beat up a bully to the point of unconsciousness with his flute case.)

49: Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not? He’s more worried about not being able to live his life the way he wants to before dying than actually dying. He’s seen how the dead are handled, has handled the dead himself, and the clinical side of that gives him comfort- but also drives him to strive for the life he wants before his time comes.

[queenpiranhadon]

😭

Grief is when your Alexa plays Change from Steven Universe and then immediately played the full We Are the Crystal Gems intro that Steven writes when he's 14.

spoilers below the cut!

Just think about it. Please.

Now, I know this conversation has been brought up amongst many different fandoms when it comes to leaving it to freaking CHILDREN to save the world, but just think about it from Steven's perspective.

The kid's 13 when the series starts, THIRTEEN. And to so many people including myself that's normal.

But Steven is far from normal, even more than typical coming of age/fantasy protagonists. Most of these characters, whether it be Percy Jackson, or Harry Potter, or even Sophie Foster, have had some mentor and a large group of friends to support them every step of the way.

Now obviously, no one is exactly like these people, at the time, Percy and everyone around him figured him to be the child of the Great Prophecy, and had to come to terms with dying at the tender age of 15. But Percy had the entirety of Camp Halfblood with him.

Harry was the literal Chosen One, having to fight against Voldemort, ACTUALLY DIE, and make decisions that even his predecessors couldn't do. But Harry had all of Hogwarts to back him up.

Sophie's the freaking moonlark, she's got to save the world with her funky genetics and highly powerful abilities even though she's still figuring everything out. But Sophie had all her friends, their families (sans Keefe), the Council on occasion and the entire Black Swan to aid her when she needed it.

But in Steven's universe (haha get it?) he's the only one just like him. Sure Sophie's ultra powerful, but she's not the only elf. Sure Harry's the chosen one, but he's not the only wizard. Percy's not the only demigod either.

But Steven?

He's so uniquely different, so enigmatic that absolutely no one could possibly relate to him whatsoever because his situation is so tragic and yet so intricate that he's really all alone. Sure, he has the Crystal gems, his dad, Connie, Onion, and whoever else you want to say.

But are any of them anything like him?

The gems lack human genetics, therefore he feels more vulnerable around them, not quite these celestial all mighty beings that was really never die if their gem is never shattered.

Greg, Connie, Onion, all his human friends, they experience humanity to the fullest, being able to experience aging, change, just the sheer ability to live, something Steven can do, but yet, it's still different, he's still left out, because of his gem DNA.

The diamonds? All they see is Pink Diamond, and all Steven is, is a little boy who's sick and tired of playing janitor for matters way above his own.

A fourteen year old, playing diplomat for three ultra powerful beings with attachment issues and the ability to warp their own kind??

These days, all fourteen year olds worry about are their finals, and whether or not their crush likes them (though to be fair, Steven has his own fair share of that).

But the real kicker is that everyone else had a chance at a normal life.

Harry lived without the knowledge of magic for eleven years, Percy and Sophie around the same age.

Steven was introduced to this crazy world of gems since he was born, and he loved it.

He didn't feel the stress or the burden of being who he was, he just was happy being who we was.

He never faced the struggle of just fitting in and finding out who he was in a world of chaos, he was really just…Steven

So you can imagine the horror he must’ve went through went his whole world, his space, his bubble, turns into knives the moment the lies start unraveling into one giant conspiracy.

Any other protagonist knew the dangers of their world and knew the risks they would have to face. A world of loneliness turned into one of belonging

Steven?

He had to face a world of belonging finally turning into one of loneliness.

To me, the world form of torture is to give someone happiness and then take it away.

[straying-further-from-gods-grace]

⚠️‼️WARNING- This is a rant about forgiveness and letting go. Centered around my childhood. I keep a lot of things vague but there's mentions of emotional, slight physical abuse and addiction.‼️⚠️

"How can you still love dad but you can't forgive mom? If anything dad was WORSE"

Maybe. Maybe not. You don't even know a thing.

For starters. I HAVE let go of mom. I let her go a long time ago. When I was turning 13, she called me, crying the same crocodile "I'm getting sober and staying sober" tears. And I told her, straight up.

Don't you EVER contact me again without a one year chip, a letter from a sponsor, and can look me in the eyes without crying your lying tears and tell me you've changed.

I haven't heard from her since.

I learned yesterday she died, twice, but they saved her, both times. I didn't feel a single thing about it. I just kept watching my show "Serves her right" and moved on. Because I do NOT give a fuck about her.

I've let go of a lot of what you all have done, in fact. The only reason I let you stay in my life is the fact y'all are more or less sober and more or less functional.

"But dad is as bad an addict. And he's DONE WORSE"

He is. But has he?

Dad never got high and drunk and screamed in my face about how he can kill me, wants to even.

Sure. Dad did scream in my face. Because words were never our strong suit. Communication something his thick bullhead never learned. Because we're two Taurus who do nothing but lock horns and it's the same as how he was raised. Constantly arguing with his mother.

A big difference between our mother and father?

For starters you two were favored by mother.

Father, blessedly, loved me more than the son he'd prayed for. Because I was the only one of us three who was ready to love him when he stepped in and out of our life.

Know why he stepped in and out? To keep us from seeing his worst.

Where mother deemed it suitable to expose her very young children to the monster she was and then blubber on about how sorry she was without trying to make changes.

Dad never apologized for something if he didn't plan to fix it. And he made leaps and bounds while I was living with him and forcing emotions and communication on him.

He was a functional addict, at least. I never had to worry if he'd black out and miss work or wreck the car, or start choking me, or even raise a hand to me.

I pushed him once. I pushed him and screamed and cussed and asked "What!? You finally gonna hit me!?"

He looked horrified at the very notion.

And I was so pissed off at the moment I just laughed and walked away.

And he made me dinner and asked if I wanted to sit at the table with him.

That's another thing. I didn't get a home cooked meal from mom until she married her bitch of a now ex-wife who I had mutual animosity for.

And yes I'm a hypocrite because he's an addict too.

But he was, some how, bipolar as he was, the most stable part of my life.

He was also there for my most crucial moments.

Before my teenage years I lived on and off with him. Running to him for safety, comfort, privacy and space. And as a teenager I ran to him again for the same things. From mid middle school to mid high school, where life is really starting to make sense and you learn who you are as a person and the people you want in your life. It was HIM. There for the mood swings. And yes he gave as good as he got, but damn did he take a lot.

He's also the only THE ONE Person who didn't let my little brother treat me like trash.

I spent YEARS fighting tooth and nail against him, literally, physically.

Brother came to stay with me and dad briefly and he put my brothers shit to a stop so quickly I got whiplash.

He was my literal one and only defender.

Idk. Maybe I'm crazy, stupid, a hypocrite.

And I wouldn't live with him where he is in life right now. Or even permanently with who he was before my stint with him in my beginning-mid teenager years.

But those hm, four-ish years?

They were the most important.

He taught me love takes work. Patience and understanding and hard sweat blood and tears.

I'll never have the dad I loved back.

So I guess now it's time to let him go, too.

But at least, unlike with mom, I can look back on my dad and think. Know. With 100% certainty and his whole heart. He loved me truly, sincerely, even when I was a raging bitch.

So I'll let go. But I don't owe a single person my forgiveness. Not even he gets that.

[avatarwarriordreamwalkers]

My spoiler free review of Avatar 2.

I finally caught Avatar The Way of Water, after waiting patiently 13 years and after having to cancel my tickets on opening day with my dad, because I tested positive for COVID. Went through 5 days of quarantine and had a negative test, and headed off to the east coast for Xmas, where I was planning to watch it with some friends and family. But bad weather thwarted my trip, so while in travel limbo, had to catch a showing.

After seeing in IMAX 3D, my mind was thoroughly blown! This sequel was stunning on so many levels, and I wasn’t disappointed. I did however notice some things that were frustrating. The high frame rate in IMAX was excellent, but transition from HFR action scenes back to 24 fps dialogue was a bit jarring. At times it felt like the movie was streaming from online and had to buffer during certain scenes after the HFR action. I wish they offered a full high frame rate version with no interruptions in its 48fps glory.

Another thing that frustrated me, I felt like there was a bit of rehash from the first Avatar, kind of like Force Awakens tried to reformulate Episode IV. But on some level, it was a step above 2009! ✨👏🏽✨ And definitely a better sequel than Star Wars VII was to Return of the Jedi.

The creativity and mind blowing effects made up for what was lost in trying to repeat a formulaic success. It was emotionally moving on a level that was even more potent than the first, with family relationships taking center stage. Simultaneously, the story could not help but remind me of what’s at stake in our own oceans, while setting up another stunning allegorical retelling of a story most of us are not proud of; the betrayal and destruction of indigenous peoples and their lands. Pandora was North and South America before the Europeans moved in and claimed the new world as their own.

This is the quintessential premise of Avatar and Cameron’s message; unless we have a change of heart, with the Na’vi representing our higher selves, we will continue destroying our oceans and planet. And the only thing preventing us from doing it again to an alien world, is our lack of current know how to sail the deep seas of space, with enough weapons, manpower and technology to colonize a new paradise.

This is why Avatar and its sequel are such powerful films; they get us thinking about our own world, and the beautiful dream it could become if our higher selves prevail. Imagine if we all just went “Na’vi” on our current intolerable order, that’s causing the destructive free fall / tail spin we are currently experiencing with a climate catastrophe. What if we woke up and decided we didn’t want to play the self destructive end game nations are preparing to wage (WW3) when refusing to act like states in a global country. What if the enlightened side of us all won the race for our future, where like the Na’vi, we decided we are all one tribe on this beautiful world, all truly seeing each other, respecting all beings and the environment, living in balance and collectively uniting to defeat militarism, fascism and corporate greed destroying any chance of a livable future.

I already crafted an entire video sharing why I loved the first Avatar so much and how it inspires me to turn dreams into reality! https://youtu.be/SfrhQrz4Vg4 I can’t wait to start my next video on Avatar 2, and how the way of water is a metaphor for what can unite us all, finding more in common for peace than irreconcilable differences, sending us to the brink of new World War. ✌🏽👁🌍👁

24 hours after seeing Avatar 2, I tested positive for COVID again, this bout hitting me much harder than the first. And again it makes me think about the environmental challenges we face that have been proven to exacerbate the global pandemic, while promising to unleash even newer and more deadly viruses. The Avatar franchise has come to us all at the prefect time, and I can’t wait to see how Avatar 3 wakes US up even more, while inspiring a much needed shift in our collective consciousness!

[anomalytm-archive]

jenny,  introducing  her  dads:  this  is  my  space  dad,  he’s  the  one  i  was  cloned  from.  this  is  my  spy  dad,  he  has  an  eyepatch  because  of  a  cat.  this  is  my  science  dad,  but  sometimes  he’s  green  dad  and  we  love  both  dads.  this  is  my  russian  dad,  he’s  a  super  soldier  too.  and  these  are  my  two  time  agency  dads,  they're  the  exact  same  person  (  but  i  can  tell  them  apart  )  and  they’re  both  in  love  with  loki  laufeyson.

their s/o: 😳😳

[helliontherapscallion]

Warmth (Adrenaline Junkie Part 6)

Part 1     Part 2     Part 3     Part 4     Part 5     Part 7     Part 8     Part 9     Part 10     Part 11     Part 12     Part 13     Part 14     Part 15     Part 16     Part 17

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: Self harm scars, mentions of panic attacks and hallucinations

Word count: 2,842

(A/N): This takes place about 6 months after the last chapter. Also, I was heavily inspired by Toothless’ prosthetic, I’m really excited to write more about it : )

You hummed to yourself as you walked down the cobblestone street of the village. The village was probably one of your favorite places to visit; it had quaint little shops and stalls decorating the main plaza that you adored, it was always interesting to see what’s being sold today. Though you always wore your cloak to cover your wings (well, wing and a now-feathered nub) whenever you visited to avoid the stares, you still regularly visited the main plaza for the shops. 

The first time you visited after the incident was about a month ago with Wilbur, you two were looking for something to cook for dinner. You were trying to get used to having your wings out again, so you were wearing the jacket with the slits in the back that you always used to wear. 

The feeling of people staring holes into you was a feeling you forgot about. You always got stares whenever you went into the village because of your wings, but now it felt like more and more people were staring at you as you passed them, probably because of your nub. Though some looked at you in pity, most looked at you with disgust.

You could hear children asking their mothers what happened to you. Their mothers would take one look at you and shield their children away from you staring at you with disgust. You even made one kid cry when he saw your wing; you didn’t blame him, you still couldn’t look at your nub without tearing up. An hour hasn’t even passed before you were asked by a police officer to leave because you were causing a disruption and being indecent in public.

Wilbur was pissed. “They’re fully clothed and they didn’t even talk to anybody, so how exactly were they being disruptive or indecent?”

The officer firmly held her ground, looking up to Wilbur’s tall form. “Sir, the people are complaining and it’s my job to make the public feel safe and comfortable. Look,” she sighed, “I really don’t want to have to ask them to leave, they’re not doing anything to directly threaten people. However, they are causing a disturbance with their,” she wrinkled her nose, “their thing, so I’m going to have to ask them to leave.”

“You have absolutely no right to tell them to leave. They-”

��Wilbur, it’s fine. I’ll leave,” turning back to the officer, you calmly stated “I’m sorry for causing a disturbance ma’am. It won’t happen again.”

She curtly nodded and stood watching you, probably making sure that you left the main plaza. Before you could turn to leave, Wilbur stopped you.

“(Y/n)-”

“No, Wilbur. It’s alright, I can wait outside the village for you.”

He sighed, looking through his leather satchel. “No, you won’t have to wait for me. We’ve got enough food for dinner anyways,” shooting one last heated glare at the police officer, he reached down to grab your hand. “Let’s go.”

He drug you quickly through the village with you having a little trouble keeping up with his long strides. Once you were out of the village, he slowed his pace and walked with his hands shoved in his pockets.

“(Y/n), I’m sor-”

“Don’t be Wil. It isn’t your fault. I honestly was expecting to get kicked out earlier.”

“Still, it’s not fair to you. You didn’t ask for this.” 

“I know Wil, I’ll just wear my cloak next time I visit.”

He didn’t say anything to you after that. The rest of the walk home was shrouded in an awkward silence. 

Another part of the village you loved was the library. It had tall shelves filled to the brim with all sorts of books and various cushioned furniture littered randomly amongst the maze of shelves. Whoever would walk into the library would immediately be hit by the strong scent of parchment and wood as soon as they would walk through the twin doors. You would usually browse books about redstone, but you had a different agenda today.

Today, you were looking for a book about leather working. You wanted to make a leather prosthetic wing so you could at least glide through the air. You weren’t sure if it would work though. From what you’ve read, nobody’s attempted to make a prosthetic wing. It made sense, being a hybrid was rare in and of itself, let alone a winged hybrid. 

You missed flying more than anything. You would give anything to be able to be in the air again. You felt jittery and restless without flight. Sure, Philza took you on some flights with him every now and then, but it wasn’t the same. You yearned for the independence and liberation it gave you to fly alone.

After you found a book and checked it out with the librarian, you hastily set out for home. You were walking with a giddy smile on your face and a bounce in your step. Several people gave you strange looks as you passed them, but you were in too good of a mood to care. You finally figured out a way you could possibly fly again. 

When you got home, you headed straight to your workshop to get to work on your prosthetic. Several blueprints were hung up around your desk, some for your TNT launcher (which you finished a few weeks ago) and others contained ideas for an automatic farm. Your pride and joy was hung up in the center of your bulletin board. It made you extremely happy just by looking at the prosthetic sketch.

Your redstone lamp illuminated the space in front of you as you focused on cutting a large strip of leather in front of you with great concentration. You needed to get the measurements exactly right, equal sized wings are integral for stability midair. The prosthetic was going to be about the same size as your left wing with thin iron rods giving the wing structure. You planned on making it identical to a bat’s wing with a few minor changes in shape to match your other wing. Once it actually was structurally sound and working, you would add proper joints so you could wear it around and decorate it. Until then, you’re making adjustments.

When you were done, you moved on to crafting and melding together the iron rods. Putting on your goggles and thick leather gloves, you used a bit of lava your family kept stored in another room in the basement to fuse the thin iron rods together. You carefully dipped one end of two rods into the bucket before pulling it out at a certain time to hold the molten ends together until they cooled. You repeated this process until you were melding the last piece on.

“HEY BITCH, DINNER’S READY. GET IT WHILE IT’S HOT!”

Yelping, you dropped the mold onto your desk. You picked it up in a panic without paying attention to where your arms went. Unknowingly, your sleeved arm was pressing up against the scorching iron of the bucket of lava.

“FUCK YOU YA FILTHY GREMLIN, A LITTLE WARNING WOULD’VE BEEN NICE!”

He started cackling. “FUCK YOU TOO! NOW GET UP HERE BEFORE I EAT YOUR DINNER.”

“YOU BETTER FUCKING NOT. I SWEAR TO- FUCK!”

You felt the nerves on the side of your forearm screaming as you yanked it away, leaving the crisp remains of a part of your sleeve stuck to the iron bucket. Two pairs of footsteps boomed down the steps and got louder as they rapidly approached you. 

Wilbur’s deep voice worriedly called out to you. “Shit, (y/n) are you alright? Let me see.”

Before you could protest, he gently grabbed your wrist and pulled the sleeve of your jacket down. Adjoining the light burn, small horizontal scars and some fresh cuts lined your forearms. Shit, they were never supposed to find out.

Wilbur’s hand froze, gripping your wrist with an iron grip. You hissed at the feeling of some of your cuts reopening, causing him to quickly retract his hand. He now had his hands hovering over your arm unsure of what to do with them.

“(Y/n), wha-” Tommy cut himself off once he saw the panicked look on his older brother’s face. Following his gaze, his wide eyes met with your cuts.

You sighed, prying the goggles off from your face and pulling the gloves off from your hands. You put on a calm exterior, contrary to what you felt on the inside. They were never supposed to know. “Listen, you guys weren’t supposed to find out about this. None of you were. Please don’t tell Dad or Technoblade, I don’t need more people knowing.”

Tommy spoke up with an incredulous look. “(Y/n), what do you mean? We can’t just not tell them.”

“I know. Please, do it for me? Everything’s finally going back to normal and this will just make everything worse again. I promise I’ll stop, I swear.”

The two brothers looked at each other silently contemplating what they should do. On one hand, you were their sibling and you were hurting yourself. They needed to tell their dad that you were cutting. You only had two lives left and you could kill yourself doing that. Philza and Techno could help. On the other hand, they wanted you to feel normal in your own home. You were right in the fact that everything was starting to feel like it did before the incident. Plus, they would gladly help you through it.

They looked back at you with apprehensive expressions, speaking at the same time. 

“(Y/n), we’re not gonna tell Dad or Techno.”

“We’re telling them.”

Tommy whipped his head up to look at his brother angrily. “Wilbur, we need to tell them.”

“Tommy, no-”

“Are you fucking stupid? Of course we have to-”

“Tommy. We don’t because I’ll be taking every sharp object away from them tonight. We’ll watch them and check their wrists to make sure that there’s no new cuts and they stay clean. We’ll help them.”

“But- they,” Tommy gave a frustrated sigh. “Fine. But we at least have to tell Techno about this. He can help us.”

Wilbur glanced at you with apologetic eyes. Before he could speak up, you interrupted him. “...Alright, as long as Dad doesn’t find out. He has enough to stress out about and he doesn’t need to worry about me again. Now, can we go upstairs for dinner? We’ve been down here for long enough already and Dad’s probably wondering why. Tell him that I’m gonna go clean up.”

Without giving them any room to argue, you speeded up the stairs and into your room. Closing the door and leaning your back on it, you let your calm facade drop into a panicked one. Shit, what if Tommy tells Dad? What were you supposed to do then? He’ll take away what little freedom you had left and you’ll be sinking into the depths of your depression again. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock and Philza’s voice. You held your breath as you prepared yourself for him to tell you that he knows your secret. “Hey hun, Wilbur and Tommy told me that you burned yourself,” you let out a relieved sigh. “Do you need me to look at it?”

Panic once again flared in your bloodstream. “N-no Dad, it’s just a little burn. I’ll be down in just a second I’m changing.”

“You sure? I can get you a potion.”

“Yes, I’m fine.”

“...Alright,” he sounded skeptical. “Just hurry up, dinner’s getting cold.”

The sound of his retreating footsteps sounded like music to your ears. You closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths before you moved to put on a long sleeved shirt. 

Dinner was uncharacteristically quiet without Tommy, you, or Wilbur talking. Philza tried to carry the conversation with you four, but only Technoblade gave full responses. You, Tommy, and Wilbur only supplied a few words to a conversation when prompted. 

Technoblade was suspicious. Sure, you and Wilbur were quiet sometimes, but Tommy? Tommy’s always loud and rambunctious. Something’s wrong, but what? What could’ve happened when Tommy and Wilbur went to go get you for dinner? They weren’t gone for long. He did hear you screaming profanities at Tommy for scaring you and overheard Tommy telling Philza about how you burned yourself, but how is that something that would shut you three up? He was going to confront his siblings after he finished tonight’s dishes. 

Meanwhile, you, Tommy, and Wilbur were in your room. You were giving them your iron dagger.

“Is this all?”

“Yeah, Tommy. That’s all, search my room if you don’t believe me. I wouldn’t mind, I don’t have anything to hide from you anymore.”

They did just that. Looking under your bed, in your drawers, in your closet, and in the chest you kept for your supplies. You watched them propped up on your bed. While you were angry with yourself that you were so careless, you felt warm that they cared about you. They were great brothers.

After they were done turning your room upside down, Wilbur plopped down next to you and Tommy threw himself over your legs. You three laid there for a while just enjoying each other’s presence. It was nice to spend some time with your brothers, you didn’t get much free time to spend with them because you spent most of your time in your workshop.

The silence was broken by Tommy. “...So, how do you wanna go about telling Technoblade?”

“I’m… not exactly sure. Do we even have to tell him?”

Wilbur pursed his lips. “Even if you didn’t want to, I’m pretty sure he knows something’s up. He’s good at picking up on social cues.”

“Well if that’s the case, I might just wait until he comes to me. It’ll be easier.”

Your door swung open to reveal your piglin hybrid brother. He looked at you with a single eyebrow raised as his ear flicked. “What were you planning on telling me?”

Tommy and Wilbur looked at you expectantly. You shifted your body closer to the wall making room on your bed for him. He walked over and stiffly sat on the edge of your mattress. He gestured for you to talk to him. You slowly slid your sleeve down and showed him your arm. Besides his eyebrows slightly crinkling, he was as stoic as ever when he reached out to grab your wrist for a better look.

On the inside, the voices were almost as loud as when you died. They were nearly incoherent as several angry voices mixed together yelling at him for not noticing anything was wrong with you, the kid he vowed to protect when you first stole his crown and replaced it with a homemade paper one. Outside of the voices, he was furious at himself, he was supposed to protect you. He ran his fingers along the raised lines, gently tracing over every scar and scabbed over cut as if memorizing where every single one lays.

His monotone voice was gruff. “How long? Why?”

“About eight months now. I-I didn’t feel anything for a while after I respawned and I realized that pain helped me feel. It helped ground me when I hallucinated or had panic attacks.”

“...Do you feel anything now?”

“Yeah, I’m getting better Tech. I’m hallucinating less and I’m getting better at managing anxiety attacks. At this point, it's just a habit that I can’t drop.” 

“Do you want to drop it?”

You fell silent. You never really considered stopping before. Before, you would do it to give yourself something to focus on when you were overwhelmed, but now you would do it out of habit. It somehow felt wrong when you skipped a session and it usually threw your entire day off. You would feel drained for the entire day if you didn’t do it. It was one of the only consistent things in your life.

“(Y/n), c’mon you don’t want to keep doing this, right?” Tommy asked before Wilbur reached over and slapped him upside his head. 

“I think,” you breathed out, unsure of yourself, “I want to get better.”

Techno looked at his brothers. “Did you two take their blades?”

Tommy held up the iron dagger and wove it around haphazardly in the air. Techno reached over and pocketed the dagger before discarding his golden crown and placing it on your nightstand. He took off his weighted fluffy cloak and neatly draped it over a nearby chest. He maneuvered his body so that he was laying on your other side and wrapped a lazy arm over your chest. 

With Wilbur on your right side with your wing draped over him, Tommy laying on your stomach with Wilbur reaching down to hold him, and Techno pulling you close to his body, you were pleasantly warm. You were slowly drifting off, being lulled to sleep by Techno’s slow heartbeat. You blissfully fell asleep surrounded by your brothers’ love.

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A/N: Soooo I might not update Saturday this week because I���ve been pretty slammed at work this week. If anyone would like to Beta read the next two parts of this series (Especially if you’re BIPOC) pls DM me. The next part I’m not so concerned about, but the part after. (Also need Beta readers for my original pieces!) 

* Your legs dangle beneath you as you continuously bump your head against the tree trunk hoping the contact will knock some sense into you

* It doesn’t even hurt, barley a tickle.

* You decided that the safest, and least embarrassing, place for you right now was up a 100 foot tall tree.

* You came here for some peace and quiet, to get away from everyone and sort out your thoughts

* Not that it matters since half the coven has been up here to talk to you

* Carlisle came first, though you’re betting he pulled the “dad” card so he could go first.

* “Lovely view.”

* “Hmm” you mumble

* He lets out a deep sigh, and you hate yourself for not making this easier for him.

* “So I heard that you and Edward had a .... romantic encounter.”

* You laugh

* “A romantic encounter,” you repeat, you look at Carlisle who mirrors your smile.

* “Edward does that too” He mumbles. Carlisle doesn’t miss the way you stiffen at the mention of his name.

* A long, deep sigh escapes him

* “I just want you to know that it’s fine,” He’s sitting far away from you on the branch, partially because of your powers and partially because he understands you want space.

* “You’re two healthy vampires and I understand you have needs-“

* “Oh my god Carlisle please don’t tell me you’re giving me “the talk” right now on a tree branch” you’re mortified but you’re laughing

* “I just want you to know that however you choose to proceed, I love and support you.”

* And then Carlisle does something he hasn’t done in a decade,

* he inches closer, breaking into your personal bubble and gives you a kiss on the forehead and a pat on your shoulder

* You smile after he leaps down and runs back to the house

* He hasn’t done something like that since he found you in Volterra, newly turned and asking to die.

* Truly a compassionate man.

* Rosalie’s the next one, she actually calls your attention from the ground

* “I brought you some blood in case you’re hungry” she shouts, holding up a thermos with what you assume is blood.

* You sigh, it looks like you won’t be getting much space

* She leaves just as much space as Carlisle when she sits by you on the branch

* “Nice view up here huh?” She even cups a hand over her eyes to see further

* This family and small talk

* “Do you want to talk about it?” She finally asks after a long moment of silence.

* You shake your head

* “Not really” she nods, lacing her fingers together on her lap. There’s another long moment of silence

* “Does everyone know?” She raises an eyebrow and you clarify 

*“That Edward felt that way I mean.”

* Rosalie gives you a smirk that basically says, ‘I thought you didn’t want to talk about it’, but she doesn’t tease you any further. 

*She lets out a long sigh and looks down to her hands

* “Remember that time you came to our house for the first time to play monopoly?” 

*You nod. 

*“Most of us pieced it together back then”

* You sigh, all the way since back then?

* It’s been over a decade.

* “Mostly because we usually don’t have board game nights, and Edward asked if we could so he could have an excuse to bring you over”

* That dork. 

*You can’t help but smile.

* Of course Edward saw how lonely you were in that house and decided to find an excuse to get you five other friends.

* Another long moment of silence passes

* “Look I- I know Edward is my brother and I would be thrilled if you guys got together-“ 

*she places her hand on top of yours.

* “But I want you to know that I love you, and if you decide that’s not what you want, then that’s okay.”

* Her eyes are so kind, she gives you a gentle smile.

* “No matter what you decide, I’ll still love you, you’re still my best friend-my (sister/brother).”

* You feel your eyes sting and you nod, you give her a weak smile and she sighs wrapping you in a hug.

* “I’ll come back later with more blood” she caresses your face before jumping down, running back to the house

* As soon as she’s out of sight you feel your branch bend down

* “Great view, you see any bears yet?” Emmett asks and you sigh, swirling the cap of your thermos off

* “Care for a drink Emmett?”

* “Well don’t mind if I do”

* Out of all of them, you think you like Emmett’s interaction the best

* He doesn’t talk about Edward, just makes conversation with you like nothing is wrong, like you’re staying up this tree like a stranded cat because it’s fun

* “I heard you kissed a bunch of people at the party” you groan and put your face in your hands

* “I was drinking, I guess I drank too much, and made some questionable decision.”

* He grins and pats your shoulder

* “It’s not that big of a deal, we’ve all been there. Besides I thought it was pretty bad ass.”

* You smile, of course he would.

* Emmett doesn’t sit far away from you like the others, he sits beside you and swings his arm over your shoulder bringing you into a hug.

* “Don’t stress out about things too much up here, and when you’re ready don’t be embarrassed to come home.” He plants a kiss in your hair before swooping down

* That’s your big brother for you

* It’s not more than ten minutes until you feel the branch away again

* “Oh my god, can’t I have just a minute-“ the words die in your throat when you turn to see who’s sitting next to you.

* “Oh, hey Edward.”

* He’s sitting just as far as Carlisle and Rosalie were, if not further, he offers you a brief smile.

* A long moment of silence fills the air and you gulp

* “It’s a real nice view huh?” You say,

* oh geez now you’re the one talking about the view

* “Yeah it’s beautiful.” Edward’s not looking at the view, he’s looking at you, and the implication makes you even more flustered than you are.

* You watch Edward, he’s so happy he’s glowing. Every few seconds a smile will creep onto his face only for him to force it into a frown, only for it to twitch back into a smile again. 

* You laugh.

* “You’re doing that thing where you can’t hide how happy you are.” 

* Edward openly grins once you say that.

* “You’re happy too, I can feel it all the way from here.” He says holding a hand out.

* Ah your powers are leaking through

* Looks Rosalie and Carlisle just wanted to look serious when they were here

* “Of course I’m happy” 

* He told you he loved you, how could you not be happy?

* He basically confirmed your wildest wishes and hopes.

* This is the happiest you’ve ever been

* “I don’t understand why you’re sitting up here honestly,” he shakes his head boyish smile curling onto his face as his eyes stay focused on the horizon. “I know you feel the same way as I do”

* He’s right, you do feel the same as him.

* Maybe for just as long as he has, you’ve just been holding yourself back because you thought he would never have those feelings for you

* Because you’re not the one who’s going to make him the happiest he could possibly be

* “Look Edward, I think you could do so much-“

* “Is this about Bella?” He interrupts, a bitter laugh when you remain silent. “Why do you think I would ever love her?”

* “The way you look at her-“

* “I don’t get that either, you talked about that last night too, I’m not sure what you’re seeing but the look I give her is of minimal tolerance.”

* ...

* Wait

* What

* “Oh cut the crap Edward, I saw the way you guys looked at each other on the stairway”

* “What stairway?” 

*Is he trying to play dumb? Because honestly- you’re a little convinced with that confused puppy look he’s giving you

* “At Conner’s party, you guys were talking at the stairwell, you looked at her like she was telling you all of the universe’s secrets.”

* He looks embarrassed, a hand tangling in his hair. 

* “Um- about that-”

* You caught the criminal red handed. He might like you, but he likes her too doesn’t he. Well he’s probably entranced by that scent of hers, no doubt he’ll forget all about you-

* “We were talking about you.” 

* ....

* (Y/N). Exe is broken

*  “While you were gone, we both came to an agreement to set our differences aside for you-”

* Why would they go that far for you, it’s not like you care-

* You remember the vitamins

* Going out of your way to include her in things, 

* Driving her home even when any normal person would have just ignored the whole thing

* Oh my god, you’re Bella’s best friend

* And even worse, everyone probably thinks she’s your best friend too. 

* (Y/N). Exe is broken

* “Don’t misunderstand for a second, I still find her absolutely repulsive, and whatever haze she’s got over the school is absolutely perplexing-”

* “But what about the carnation?” you interrupt.

* She’s the only one he bought a carnation for.

* “What carnation?”

* “The carnation you bought her on Valentine’s Day!” 

* Sure one carnation isn’t anything compared to the bouquet he bought you, but it had to mean something

* “I didn’t buy anyone any carnations.” He tells you, his eyebrows threading together

* Oh f*ck

* f*ck *f*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck *f*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck *f*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck

* You bought Bella that carnation.

* You bought all of your friends carnations, light red ones for friendship

* “Were you jealous because you thought I bought her flowers and not you?” 

*A mischievous grin arch’s onto his mouth and you hide your face in your hands 

*“You were, weren’t you? That’s adorable.”

* The criminal is teasing you, only this time you can’t complain because it’s rightly deserved

* “But- then what were you talking at the lockers about?”

* Edward’s face pinches into a look of disgust.

* “She came by to rub in my face how you had given us both the same colored carnations”

* “Wait-Bella knows you felt this way about me?”

* He laughs

* “(Y/N/N), I’m pretty sure everyone knows I love you.”

* Everyone but you apparently

* Was it really all in your head?

* Edward has loved you this entire time and you just...never noticed?

* “Honestly, I love you (Y/N), but sometimes you get fixated on these ideas for no logical reason-“

* Oh there’s a logical reason alright

* “-like what possible reason could there be for me to love a human like Bella? It’s just comple-“

* “Because you’re supposed to Edward!” 

* It’s the straw that finally broke the camels back.

* You tell him everything, about everything that happened in the books.

* Him falling in love with Bella, killing James, leaving her in new moon, the werewolves, the newborn army led by Victoria, their marriage and Bella’s pregnancy

* You frame it like you had a prophetic dream the night you turned, which is probably the closest way you can explain what happened without looking insane.

* Not that Edward would mind, he would probably get the best recommendation from Carlisle for a mental health institute and happily visit you three times a week with flowers and other gifts. 

* You both sit in silence after you finish telling him everything, the only sound the gentle whistle of the wind.

* “So what?”

* He asks, shrugging his shoulders and looking at you like you just told him a tv show he doesn’t like is getting cancelled

* You scoff in disbelief

* “ So what? Edward she’s your soul mate!”

* “You’re my soul mate” he says plainly, he’s inched closer to you this entire time, and now his thigh is only a flew inches away from your own.

* You feel embarrassed at his words, how can he say that so easily? 

*You’re still not even sure soul mates exist.

* Noticing you embarrassment he places his hand on top of yours, intertwining your fingers

* The contact makes butterflies erupt in your stomach.

* “I understand that you think that story is the one I want,” he says it slowly. 

* “But there’s already so many thing that are different.”

* He’s right things have changed, you know that.

* “Besides I don’t think I’m the one Bella has a crush on�� he gives you a meaningful look and your eyebrows thread together.

* Wait what’s that supposed to mean

* “This world is different than the one you saw.” He squeezes your hand, and you sigh, 

* It’s different because of you.

* He should have had all those things. If it weren’t for you he would have had all those things

* “Edward she can give you a baby, a real baby that’s yours!”

* There’s only one common thread for all the vampires you’ve seen that still hunger for their humanity

* They all want a child.

* What Edward is getting, it’s a miracle. A Hail Mary. The odds of something like this happening are one in one billion at best.

* He gets to have a baby, and the woman he loves. It’s a win-win.

* He sighs and squeezes your hand.

* “But I don’t want that.” He says it so bluntly, like it’s the simplest thing on earth. 

*Your brain stops working.

* Well that can’t be right

* “We’ve never talked about it, but I’ve never wanted children, not even when I was a boy and still human.”

* Wait Edward doesn’t want kids? 

* Your head snaps up to meet his eyes

* “I think to want to bring children into the world you have to be at peace with the world and with yourself. And I’ve never been able to have either of those things.” He shrugs, his legs swinging under him.

* “What you saw- I was probably just going along with whatever Bella wanted, but I don’t think I would genuinely want to raise a child in this world, especially not when I look like I’m seventeen for the rest of my life”

* That makes sense. 

*Edward’s always been sensitive about his age. He looks older than 17, probably because of the venom. 

*But he’s the youngest of all his siblings, you know deep down he can handle the vampirism,

* But he can’t handle being a child for all of eternity.

* “But even if I did want kids, I want an eternity with you even more.”

* He squeezes your hand and you squeeze back, gulping the burning in your throat

* Whether it’s from thirst or the overwhelming emotions you’re not sure

* “Okay.” You finally say after several long moment of silence 

* “Okay, you’ll be mine for eternity or...” 

* You slap him lightly on the chest and he barks laughing

* “Okay...we can... date.” You say it haltingly, carefully even.

* “Like humans” you add for good measure

* You expect a bit of protest from Edward, he’s been waiting for you for over a decade now, you can’t think of a man alive who would be alright with just dating.

* But Edward smiles like you just agreed to marry him. He puts a hand on your face, and caresses your cheek with his thumb.

* “Alright, we’ll date like humans do.”

* You’re still a little worried but you find yourself smiling when Edward presses his forehead against your own. 

* His lips meeting yours.

* “(Y/N) and Edward sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G.” You tease when he pulls away and he laughs again

* “You’re the worst you know that?”

* “Yet you still love me,” you tease “you loooooove me, you waanaaaa spend eeeeternity with meeee.” You sing and he laughs.

* “Suddenly I’m regretting my decision to court you.” 

* You sit in silence for a second, enjoying his scent. 

* It feels safe here

* It feels like home

* “Are you ready to go inside?”

* You should, you feel a lot better now, but-

* You groan and bury your face in his shoulder.

* “It’s going to be so embarrassing, everyone’s going to know what happened and Emmett is never going to stop with the sex jokes”

* Edward just grins, he can’t believe after waiting for so long, you’re his now.

* It feels like a dream

* You’re right though, it’s is going to be super embarrassing going back home after this.

* He gets why you chose to wait it out in a tree

* “Yeah, let’s stay out here for a while longer.” He says wrapping his arms around you.

BONUS:

* Rosalie is peering out the window with gold opera glasses to her hand

* “Oh! He leaned in closer! I think he’s holding their hand”

* Alice groans beside her

* “No they’re just talking, they’re going to be doing that a lot”

* “What else do you see Alice?” Jasper asks from behind her, watching the tree you and Edward are sitting on intently

* “I’m not sure...it’s all changing really fast, in one they make up and go back to being friends,”

* Emmett groans from behind her, he can’t handle anymore yearning or weird sex talks with his brother

* “In another they push Edward of the branch and say: “oh why don’t you just go back to Bella you human lover””

* Rosalie shudders, well that’s not good

* Honestly she should have just told you Bella and Edward had come to an agreement to be civil around one another for your benefit while you were gone

* They basically bonded over how much they like you

* The carnation was probably just a sign of that truce, if it was even from him

* She’s got a feeling it was probably from you and you just forgot, but she didn’t want to embarrass you 

* Besides she figured it might be the final push you need to admit your feelings to him

* “They’re kissing! You guys they’re kissing!” Alice shrieks, and all of them turn their attention back to you

* Ah so you are

* “And so end the brooding chronicles” Jasper whispers and Rosalie hides a laugh

* “I would call them the yearning chronicles” Alice adds

* “Have you considered that maybe the reason they’re out there is because they want privacy?” Carlisle says without looking up from his open newspaper.

* The four of them shuffle awkwardly before walking away from the large window

* “You too Esme” Carlisle says

* Esme sighs, tucking her black opera glasses into her apron

* “Don’t blame me when we don’t have anything to say at the wedding when it comes time for a toast” she mumbles, walking back to the kitchen to finish her cookies

* “A wedding?”

* Queue Carlisle half sobbing half wheezing into his newspaper

* “Not one, but two kids leaving the family?”

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Star Crossed Lovers (part 14)

Do my eyes deceive me???? part 14???? we did it. im so sorry its taken forever, i will try my best to be more consistent with my writing. love yall for being patient with me it means the most. thank you, thank you. 

warnings: throughout this fic there will be mentions of substance abuse, homophobia, sexual abuse, violence, NSFW, mentions of abandonment, depression and death including suicide

reader discretion is advised

warnings: angst, swearing (lots of it) 

taglist: @drmmyrs @cloud9in @somewillwin @save-me-the-last-dance @baexpoppy @stanzoeywade @ognenniyvolk @thepotatobleh @crazzyplays @fall3ngods @helpconfusedpersonhere @clowneryme @dopeyouth @boys-girls-i-cant-help-it-baby @vonda-b-real @uselesslesbianfr @veenast @cloakanddaggerthings @somethindarker (sorry again if ive missed anyone, if you wanna be added on this taglist or my general one just let me know 😊) 

word count: 4k (i feel like its short considering how long it took me to write but i still hope you guys enjoy) (also i didnt check for grammatical errors properly so sorry if you find any) 

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8 part 9 part 10 part 11 part 12 part 13

The first steps to moving on 

“Bea please,” Poppy whispers, a repentant look creeping up to her face as she looks away from her girlfriend. “It can’t wait.” 

Bea sighs, her shoulders slumping as the last remains of her anger disseminates from her body. “Okay fine, lead the way babe.” 

Poppy stiffens that the pet name but she doesn’t let her awkwardness slip as she leads Bea to a secluded classroom, far away from prying eyes. Both her and Bea turn to look at each other, and both simultaneously open their mouths to talk. 

“I know you wanted to tell-” 

“We need to talk-” 

Both clamp their lips shut, a mutual smile playing on their lips as they look at one another. 

“You go first,” Poppy gestures towards Bea, as she moves to sit on the edge of a desk. 

Bea inhales softly, her tongue darts out licking her lips as she looks down at the ground, her face calculating. “Why does Chloe hate me?” She looks up to Poppy, her eyes boring into the strawberry blonde’s, sadness swimming inside of them, “I just don’t get what I’ve done for her to hate me.” 

Poppy sighs heavily, her eyes awkwardly darting away from Bea’s. “It’s complicated Bea.” 

“Complicated?” Bea lets out a humourless laugh, “I almost just went off on Chloe after she gave her condolences for my mom dying because I just felt she wasn’t genuine and you wanna tell me it's complicated?” 

Poppy sharply inhales, contemplating for a few moments before saying, “it’s because of your mom.” 

Bea scrunches her brows up in confusion, “my mom? What the hell does she have to do with this?” 

Poppy ineptly plays with her hands, not being able to look Bea in her eyes, “at first it was just a classist thing. When you first came to Belvoire, she just wanted to make herself feel superior over you, but in the last year you’ve noticed her getting more mean right?” 

“Right.” Bea stares at Poppy, her expression emotionless. 

“Chloe’s parents have been fighting non stop recently, and it’s been affecting her a lot.” 

Bea’s brows furrow in confusion, “what does that have to do with me or my mom?” 

“Just let me explain first before you react, please.” Bea’s eyes bore into Poppy’s for a few seconds before she nods understandingly. “Her dad cheated on her mom. A lot of times actually. But he was blackmailed by one of the women he slept with.” Poppy pauses for a few seconds, “your mom.” 

Bea lets out a shaky breath, her eyes blinking in disbelief, “no, you’re lying.” 

Poppy nervously bites her bottom lip, “look Bea-” 

“How long have you known?”

Poppy’s face scrunches up in anger, “this isn’t my fault Bea. I only found out that day I went to talk to Chloe about us. Chloe made me promise not to say anything to you-” 

“Poppy! My mom OD and I don’t even know why. And now you’re telling me she was blackmailing the St James family and it doesn’t occur to you that might have had something to do with her death?” 

“They’re not the fucking mafia Bea, jesus. They were trying to settle it quietly by giving your mom some money and make her sign some stuff so she couldn't threaten them anymore.” 

The devastating ramification of Poppy’s admission hangs in the air as the two girls let the words settle into them. “Chloe really is sorry about your mom Bea, we all are.” 

Bea sighs, staring off into space, as a few tears begin to fill up in her eyes. “I just don’t know what to do.” Bea begins sniffling, but Poppy makes no movement to console her girlfriend. Bea notices and her expression sobers, “so, uh what did you wanna tell me?” Bea sniffs a few more times, before looking up at Poppy, giving her a small encouraging smile. 

Poppy looks away, guilt creeping up on her face, as she tries her damndest not to catch Bea’s small smile on her face. “Bea…”. Bea carefully assesses her girlfriend’s demeanour, noticing the similar body language during when they first asked to take a break, she thinks back to the last couple of days, she had barely heard from her girlfriend, and now she’s not affectionate, even after she almost had a mental breakdown in the middle of the hallway and her smile drops. “We have to break up,” Poppy says, her tone so monotone and dry as if she didn’t mean the words she was saying at all. 

“I don’t understand,” is all Bea can muster, evidently hurt by Poppy’s admission. Poppy winces slightly at Bea’s tone, finally breaking her robotic demeanour as she lets out a few sniffles. “So is that it? We have to break up,” Bea retorts mockingly, “is that all I get after all these years?” 

“Bea..” Poppy reaches out but Bea immediately takes a step back, tears flooding in her eyes. 

“No,” she holds her hands up, “I don’t get it, things are going good, or at least whatever twisted definition of good we’ve made up. Where the hell did this come from?” 

“Bea my dad-” 

“Of course! Hayden Min fucking Sinclair had something to do with this. Why do you still live under his shadow? You talk all this shit about breaking out of your father’s prison and wanting to achieve your own goals but he sucks you back in.” 

“That’s not fair Bea,” Poppy interjects, balling her hands up into fists in an attempt to subdue her trembling, “my dad has given me so much and he’s threatening to take it all away.” 

“Yeah, all you have to do is get rid of me. Me or the Min Sinclair name.” 

“Bea this is the life I have, okay I’m not like you, I’m not built like you.” 

“So what? I can grow up without a dad and now without a mom but it’s okay because I’m used to pain and disappointment?” 

“I didn’t mean it like that, you have a plan, things you can achieve, I need the Min Sinclair name, I’m nothing without it.” 

“Wow.” Bea shakes her head, “So I just meant nothing?” Bea wildy throws her arms in the air, anger bubbling under the surface of her demeanour. “We’ve practically been together since we were kids. And you’re just gonna fucking throw that away? And for what? Fuck you Poppy.” 

Poppy takes half a step back, dumbfounded by Bea’s outburst. She scrunches her brows, evidently hurt, “you don’t get it Bea. Even though your mom wasn’t the best, she still supported you, even if you didn’t know about it. My dad he- my mom what would she think?” 

“Your mom? Poppy what kind of shit is your dad brainwashing you with? Your mom is dead! You have no idea how she would react to having a gay daughter, but I know she’s probably disappointed in you.” 

“Fuck you Bea.”Poppy runs out of the classroom, tears streaming down her face, leaving Bea on her own. 

“Shit,” Bea whispers to herself before throwing a bunch of punches at the wall, each more cathartic than the last until she can’t physically hold herself up anymore. Bea defeatedly slides into a chair, cradling her head in between her hands, letting the tears free fall, as reality begins setting in that she lost the one thing in the world that was her everything. Poppy Min Sinclair was her rock, the girl who she gave her heart to, the love of her life and just in a matter of moments it was over. Maybe it was too good to be true. The beautiful, perky popular rich girl and the girl who had almost nothing, complete polar opposites, it never should’ve worked. But time and time again when faced against the world they persevered so why was this time different? Poppy had chosen her namesake over the love of her life. She chose the life of glitz and glamour over the girl who gave her her entire heart. Bea feels her entire world crashing down, how much more heartbreak could she take? Was her life always going to be so hard? So full of hurt? Full of pain? She winces at the thought, her head hammering as she comes to the realisation that she understood her mother’s pain more than she thought. 

…. 

Bea hops off her bike, parking it in front of her house, as she pulls her phone out to look at the time. ‘It’s lunch time,’ she thinks to herself. After the day she had today, school wasn’t the best option for her right now. She makes her way to her front door but stops in her tracks when she realises her front door is slightly ajar. Her survival instincts kick in as she effortlessly pulls out her pocket knife, carefully pushing the door fully open. As she steps into the living room, her eyes dart to the closed door of her mother’s room, but when she hears a creaking sound coming towards her bedroom, she cautiously moves towards the source of the noise, the grip on her knife tightening. As she creeps up, she sees the door of her room half opened, a hooded figure standing by her bed with their back facing her. 

Bea stealthily sneaks up to the figure placing the knife a few inches from their throat before lowering her voice to a threatening tone, “who are you and what the fuck are you doing?” The figure gasps, dropping a bag that’s in their hands with a deafening thud before raising their hands in a sign of surrender. 

“It’s me, it’s me,” the voice whimpers out. 

“AJ?” Bea raises her eyebrows, retracting the knife from his throat while pulling down his hood with her other hand. “What the fuck are you doing?” Bea takes a step back while AJ scrambles grabbing the bag he just dropped moments before. When he turns to face Bea, his eyes are wide, filled with fear as he clutches the bag closely to his chest. 

“I have to go,” he says as he attempts to run out of the room, but Bea pulls him back, her face crumpled in suspicion. 

“No we’re not doing this, give me the bag now,” Bea snatches the bag out of his hands before he can protest and opens the zipper to find it filled with cash. She grits her teeth, anger settling into her features as she whips her head up to AJ, “is this my fucking money?” 

“Bea, I- I can explain-” 

“What the fuck AJ!” Bea throws the bag onto the bed, the cash spilling out as she jabs an accusing finger at AJ’s chest. “You’re stealing from me now? I haven’t seen you in god knows how long, you don’t call, text nothing. Even after everything that’s been happening in the last few weeks but you have the audacity to fucking steal from me? Money that I’ve spent years saving? Money that I’ve bussed my fucking ass off for, are you serious right now?” Bea’s voice is filled with rage as she’s practically screaming, her voice now thundering. AJ winces, guiltily averting his gaze to the ground, unable to meet Bea’s eyes. 

“I’m sorry about your mom Bea, I wanted to visit-” AJ croaks out.

“But you didn’t,” Bea interjects, her voice lowered but filled with hurt. “And now you’re taking money- I mean what is so important you had to steal from me.” 

AJ paces towards the bed, hanging his head in shame, when he speaks his voice is quiet, full of fear, “I’m in some bad shit Bea. These guys aren’t playing around.” 

“I told you not to fall into the wrong crowd, I warned you this shit would happen.” 

“Bea please, I’ll pay you back I just need it.” 

“No! What the fuck, when will you pay me back huh? This is my college money, I’m not letting you give that away to your crackhead friends.” 

“Bea please,” AJ clasps his hands together, his tone pleading, “I don’t know what to do.” 

“AJ I have too much shit on my plate right now, I can’t deal with this. You need to find something else, I can’t help you.” 

AJ’s face pales but he stands up, and makes his way towards the door, before leaving he turns to look back at Bea, “I’m sorry about everything.” 

Bea keeps her eyes trained on her bed where the money is sprawled all over the mattress, “yeah me too,” she replies quietly. Bea hears the front door close and she collapses to the ground, letting the tears flow. 

……

A few days later, Bea sits in her dark living room, curtains shut and lights completely off as she wallows in her sadness, drinking from a bottle of cheap beer, as she stares absentmindedly at the ceiling, so drowned in her thoughts she doesn’t hear the resounding knocks on her door until she hears a voice call out, “Bea! Are you there?” 

Bea crumples her brows, forcing herself to stand as she makes her way to the door, she wearily makes her way to her front door only slightly opening the door before poking her head out. “Veronica?” Veronica gives the girl a wide smile before pushing the door more open, ushering the figure behind her into the house too, “Carter? What are you guys doing here?’ 

Veronica looks around the dark room, noticing the pile of empty beer bottles on the floor, “yikes, drinking on your own on a friday night Hughes? That’s really sad.” Carter stands near the edge of the living room, as if he’s an explorer, his eyes darting all over the living room as he assesses this new environment. 

Bea on the other hand scowls at Veronica, “what the hell do you want Veronica, I’m not in the mood.” 

Veronica frowns slightly, pouting her lips together, “we heard about you and Poppy.” 

Bea rolls her eyes, “yeah well I’m trying to forget about her.” Bea picks up her beer bottle from the ground and makes a show by exaggeratingly drinking from the bottle until it's empty. She discards the empty bottle along with the other ones before turning to look at Veronica and Carter, “so if you’ll excuse me.” 

Veronica steps towards Bea, wrapping her hand around the brunette’s arm, “we’re not here for Poppy stupid, we’re here for you.” 

Bea raises an eyebrow, “for me?” 

Veronica turns to look at Carter, beckoning him forward, Carter breaks out of reverie and clears his throat, “yeah uh, we wanted to take you to a party.” 

“A party?” Bea looks between them confused, “I’m not that interested guys.”

“Wait, wait, wait Bea,” Veronica pleads, pulling Bea closer to her, “you’ve never been to a Belvoire party and the year is almost over, we thought we should take you to at least.” 

“I don’t know guys,” Bea says skeptically, “a lot of people don’t like me.” 

“Who gives a shit? You just had your heart broken and you need to let loose.” 

Bea sighs, pulling away from Veronica, “I don’t think it’s a good idea.” 

“Come on, it beats drinking in the dark on your own.” 

Bea sighs, dropping her shoulders, “what about uh Poppy?” 

“Poppy?” Veronica arches a brow, “her and Chloe are staying in tonight, she said she needed to catch up on homework or something.” 

Bea purses her lips together in thought before sighing,  “fine.” Veronica cheers, “but,” Bea over enunciates, “only for a few hours and if I don’t like it I’m going home.” 

“Okay, deal,” Veronica squeals, wrapping Bea in a big hug. Carter chuckles as Veronica gestures for him to join the hug, he awkwardly wraps his arms around the two girls, before pulling away. 

“Okay, I’ll wait in the car while you girls get ready. Just uh don’t take too long.”

Veronica playfully rolls her eyes as she Bea towards her bedroom, yelling back “thanks Carter.” Giddy, she rushes to Bea’s closest, assessing her clothes until she finds a short red dress hidden in the back. “This!” 

“No, no, no,” Bea shakes her head, pulling the dress out of the ombre-haired girl’s hands. 

“Why not? It would look so hot on you,” Veronica’s eyes trail down Bea’s body, as she sharply inhales. “Bea, you’re single and sexy, stop holding yourself back okay?” 

“I’m not,” Bea pushes back defensively, “I just-” she sighs heavily, “no one at Belvoire has ever seen me dressed up, I’m just- I’m nervous I guess.” 

“Then we have to show them what they’ve been missing for the last three years,” Veronica gives Bea a devilish smile as she takes the dress from Bea’s hands, sliding the dress off the hanger before handing it over to Bea. 

“Uh you gonna stay in the room?” Bea nervously wrings her hands together. 

“Why, are you offering a show?” Veronica lifts a teasing brow, noticing Bea’s cheeks redden slightly, which prompts her to let out a small laugh, “I’m kidding, don’t worry I won’t look.” Veronica makes a show of raising her hands to cover her eyes. Bea laughs as she slips out of her clothes and into the dress, she awkwardly clears her throat, grabbing Veronica’s attention. 

“Hey, uh help a girl out with her zipper?” 

“Sure,” Veronica moves to stand behind Bea, her hands ghosting around Bea’s exposed back, her breath momentarily taken away. She sturdies herself and places one of her hands on the small of the brunette’s back while the other moves towards the zipper, zipping the girl up. Bea smooths the dress down with her hands appreciating herself in the mirror, “you look gorgeous,” Veronica whispers into the shell of her ear. 

Bea’s face completely flushes red and slightly jerks at Veronica’s admission, “uhh thanks.” 

Veronica notices the awkward shift in the atmosphere, and promptly changes the subject, “so where’s your sister?” 

Bea sits in front of her mirror, a comb in her hand as she brushes her long locks, “she’s staying at a friend’s tonight.” 

“Cool,” Veronica answers back but her tone falls flat. The girls bask in the awkward silence as Bea continues to get ready but when Veronica notices Bea struggling to do her winged eyeliner she breaks the silence. “Hey do you need help?” 

Bea smiles bashfully, “yeah.” She rubs the back of her head with her hand, “sorry Poppy used to help me with my makeup.” 

“Right,” Veronica’s face slightly falls but she quickly covers it up, ushering Bea to come and sit on the bed. “Come on, I don’t bite,” Veronica bites the bottom of her lip, “unless you want me too.” Bea laughs but obliges sitting on the edge of the bed. Veronica clambers onto her lap, her thighs settling on the sides of Bea’s legs, and in response, Bea’s eyes widen in surprise but she remains glued in her spot, too shocked to move. 

“V, what are you doing?” Bea whispers, her voice attempting to come across as reprimanding but it comes out as breathy. 

“Relax, I’m just doing your eyeliner.” Veronica plucks the wand from Bea’s hand and angles herself close to the brunette’s face, as she begins drawing on the wings on Bea’s eyelids. Bea steadies herself, as she feels the heat of Veronica’s body so close to hers and when Veronica is finished with putting the finishing touches on her eyelids, she hops off Bea’s lap, making her way towards the desk, scuffling through Bea’s makeup bag before taking up her place on Bea’s lap once again. “Now I think this colour would look good on you,” 

“You don’t think it’s too much red?” 

“Oh babe, red means power, dominance, you don’t wanna be thinking about Poppy the entire night, you wanna have all eyes on you Bea Hughes.” Veronica uncaps the lipstick, her eyes burning into Bea’s lips as she carefully applies the red colour to her lips. “Perfect.” 

Bea smacks her lips together, evenly spreading the red on her lips. “Thanks V.” 

Veronica’s eyes dart to Bea’s lips, her tongue slightly running along her bottom lips before she breaks out of her reverie flashing Bea a smirk, “don’t thank me yet, thank me when you’re having the time of your life at the party.” Veronica slides off Bea’s lap, holding her hand out, “come on let’s finish up because Carter’s been waiting for a while.” Bea smiles up at Veronica, taking her hand as she lets the ombre-haired girl pull her off the bed, as they continue getting ready. 

………

Once they arrive at the party, Carter drops the girls off at the front of the huge house before telling them he will park the car. Veronica’s gaze darts to Bea, who’s nervously toying with her hands, looking up at the intimidating house, the lights blaring and as the music echoes throughout, the bass thumping in their ears. Noticing the nerves settling into her, Veronica slips into Bea's, giving her a reassuring squeeze, “hey, it’s okay, it’s just a bunch of drunk, preppy uptight teenagers, nothing you don't usually face everyday.” 

Bea lets out a small laugh, “just in a big ass house,” she jests. 

“Yeah, just in a big ass house,” she gives Bea a light squeeze as she starts pulling Bea into the house with her. Automatically, they’re met with stares and whispers, as the students look astonished at Bea, some appraising her outfit, while others are confused about her presence. “Hey, just stay with me okay?” Veronica whispers over to Bea. Bea nods, her eyes roaming the room. “I’ll get us drinks.” The ombre-haired girl gives Bea a reassuring pat on her arm and leaves her side and Bea walks into the living room, observing the difference between the vibes of the party between the north and the south. Her thoughts then move to think about Poppy, how Poppy would love going to parties in the north but Bea couldn’t find the appeal in it. Poppy. Poppy, who broke up with her. She’s interrupted from her thoughts by a tap of her shoulder, and Bea turns around to see Veronica offering her a red solo cup, Bea takes a sip and winces. 

“What the hell is this crap?” 

“Yeah for a bunch of rich kids, their taste in beer isn’t the best,” Veronica jokes, slightly nudging Bea. 

“We have way better beer in the south side.” 

“That I can agree with.” Veronica looks over to Bea who looks lost in thought, “hey what are you thinking about?” 

Bea sighs heavily, “Poppy,” she mutters. 

Veronica nods once, “right, yeah.” 

“Poppy would’ve loved a party like this, big fancy house an-” 

“Bea,” Veronica says, her tone slightly agitated, “this,” she gestures around the room, “is a no Poppy zone. That means we don’t think about Poppy, only about fun.” 

Bea nods, “fun. I can do that.” Veronica lifts her cup in the air, “what are we cheering to?” 

Veronica gives Bea a smile, “here’s to the first steps in moving on.” The girls tap their cups together before downing their drinks. “Now if we wanna get drunk, we’re gonna need a lot more of these.” 

The party is still ongoing, and Bea sits in a circle with a few girls from the volleyball team and a few of the football team and other people she doesn’t recognise while Veronica sits beside her. 

“Bea you look so pretty,” one of her teammates says. 

“Yeah Bea your makeup is literally gorgeous,” another chimes in. 

“Who knew strip tease can clean up well,” Ford jests, but Bea slumps her shoulders a little, remembering that these people are not her friends. 

Carter enters the circle slapping Ford on the head as he goes, “shut up, Hughes is cool.” Bea gives Carter a nod of appreciation before looking down at the drink in her hands. Her thoughts move a million miles a minute, but there’s a constant one stuck in her brain, Poppy.

Veronica looks over at Bea, frowning. “Hey come with me.” She stands, excusing herself from the group and Bea follows her close behind. 

“Where are we going?” 

“We’re gonna play a private game of truth or drink.” 

[sitp-recs]

Do you know of any fics under 10k that aren’t too angsty? ❤️

Hi anon, I most certainly do! Thanks so much for sending this ask, I was super excited when I saw it because I’m always happy to celebrate short fics - they could use more appreciation! I’ve wanted to do a proper shorts reclist for a while so I indulged myself and went big, hope you don’t mind! Putting this together was quite hard - going through my bookmarks I realized that I usually go for angsty shorts 💀 so I tried my best not to include anything too extreme, I hope these are okay!

This became a lil monster with 40 recs (and I have lots more hehe) so I decided to sort them by genre - the last category includes light angst (more on the contemplative side) because I can’t help myself. Shout-out to @tackytigerfic for giving me a 2nd opinion and helping me polish this - and for being a darling in general. Happy readings!

ROMANCE/COMFORT

1. Sun Stroke by @peachpety (2020, E, 3k)

Warm, sexy and wholesome, this fic makes my heart soar with the magical beach setting, amazing friendship dynamics and the sweet get together with a delicious side of smut!

2. oxygen [Fic & Art] by @maesterchill (2020, T, 4k)

Tentative acquaintances become something more over a shared smoke at the balcony. Sexy, mature, deliciously atmospheric and full of promise - plus Healer Draco is always a treat!

3. Catch the Snitch (No, Catch My Heart) by @prolix- (2020, E, 4.5k)

Gorgeous bath fic where Harry and Draco just... take care of each other. The raw emotion packed here! Lush and vivid build up with stunning body worship, hot and intimate and breathtaking.

4. Thermodynamic Equilibrium by DorthyAnn (2017, T, 5k)

This quiet comfort fic gives our boys some well deserved healing through physical touching and late night companionship. Love the 8th year atmosphere, soothing and familiar.

5. Blue Sky Is Living Here Today by ignatiustrout (2018, G, 5k)

The loveliest kid fic you’ll see today - real characters, gentle longing, soft understanding. It’s a joy to watch dad Draco through Harry’s smitten eyes, as he realizes there’s no rush to live that love.

6. Gravity Centered by @carpemermaidtales (2019, E, 6.7k)

Possibly my favorite Quidditch fic, this has an original premise and amazing Drarry dynamics, casual and organic, sassy and familiar, with a perfect lil twist at the end!

7. Up The by @shiftylinguini (2018, E, 7.5k)

One of the funniest PWPs I’ve ever read, clever and charming with easy banter and delicious smut. A sweet and sexy glimpse into the Drarry married life! Cw Mpreg

8. And a Malfoy in a Pear Tree by lauren3210 (2015, E, 8k)

Sweet sweet coffee shop Christmas romance! Love the light and fun atmosphere, the easy banter and cute wooing while supportive Ron cheers in the background, what a treat!

9. Ice Snakes, Glow-worms and Wolverine Stew by khalulu (2015, M, 8.4k)

Khalulu writes the softest Drarry, it never fails to put a smile on my face. This has a gentle and sweet get together, with lovely slow burn, a gorgeous San Francisco setting and matchmaker Kreacher 💗

10. Life goes not backward by @shealwaysreads (2020, T, 8.8k)

This delicate comfort fic has a special way to tug at my heartstrings - a gorgeous tale about found family and the unexpected wonders of life. Gentle, magical and breathtaking in its simplicity.

HUMOUR

11. in charge by @bonesliketambourines (2020, E, 2.4k)

The ultimate brat Draco, bossy and confident and absolutely gorgeous with his long hair and impossible snark. Charming and funny, this packs so much character and domestic bliss under 3k! Perfect spoiled Draco is perfect.

12. The Morning After by birdsofshore, capitu (2015, M, 5.3k)

This is hysterical and so delightfully creative - Draco exploring Harry’s kitchen and charming a prudish appliance is the kind of cute, silly endeavor I need with my morning coffee!

13. The Spoiling of Sex From Enthusiastic Ignorance by @cibeewastaken (2020, E, 6k)

I’m impossibly enamored with Cibee’s drama queen Draco and his passionate missions! This time he’s decided to get some good diq, and the dialogue and mutual pining will make you smile from beginning to end.

14. All Tied Up by MyNameIsThunder (2020, M, 6k)

This is a secret relationship delight! Sneaking around gets so much better when dramatic Blaise is losing his shit to protect the Council of Serpents’ integrity! A+ faux-drama, super fun and sweet.

15. Luckiest Fucking Size Queen Alive by @l0vegl0wsinthedark (2016, E, 6.2k)

My favorite brand of thirsty and chaotic Draco; being inside his mind is such a crazy ride and you won’t stop laughing for a second. Amazing dialogue and insanely scorching smut as per loveglows’ usual 🤤

16. Sex Ed for Aurors by curiouslyfic (2010, M, 8.7k)

This is a Harry triumph, so fun and charming! Here he’s the one chaotic and thirsty, for a change - I’m obsessed with his internal ranting under the lust potion. Brilliant narrative and top notch characterization, a classic!

17. Ferocious Determination, Insufficient Deliberation, and a Slightly Wrong Destination by Faith Wood (2012, E, 9.5k)

Drunk Draco has never been so absurd and I LOVE it! This goes from hilarious to vulnerable and sweet in a heartbeat; pining Draco is a precious thing and Harry’s gentle persistence made my heart swell.

18. Stand Back: I'm About to Perform Archaeology by Blowfish_Diaries (2018, E, 9.7k)

This fic could definitely use more appreciation - I had a blast with Draco’s hilarious voice and their cute married banter! The plot is quite original and I love the 8th year domestic vibes.

19. The Full Monty by @magpiefngrl (2017, E, 9.8k)

The calendar fic we deserve 👏🏻 this is ultimate thirsty Draco being completely obliterated by Harry’s casual attractiveness but mostly by his kind heart and big smile. One of my favorite comfort reads, hilarious, sweet and so damn sexy, the full monty combo is here!

20. Aural Gratification by birdsofshore (2014, E, 10k)

This fic is a classic, charming and hysterical with an adorable Harry thirsting over Draco’s smooth voice. Such an original concept and engaging read, not to mention the rewarding shade of smut!

SMUT

21. Tense by Faith Wood (2013, E, 3k)

Me, reading smut for the dialogue? It’s more likely than you think 😂 this fic is hilarious and hot all at once, with perfect banter and clever dialogue, really a smut triumph!

22. Under Your Skin by @p1013 (2020, Explicit, 4k)

Great premise and the sexiest build up, ugh so much teasing and anticipation as pierced Draco takes Auror Harry’s control away 🔥kudos at the A+ twist and promising ending!

23. The Slytherin Urn by @icmezzo (2015, E, 4.6k)

This fic’s geniality slaps me in the face, what a fascinating concept! Redemption kink and magical theory walk together as Harry loses his mind over competent Draco doing some badass curse-breaking ritual.

24. Once Bitten by Frayach (2012, E, 5.6k)

Still one of the hottest things I’ve ever read, lush and raw and absolutely breathtaking. Dark and tender at once, it explores biting kink with unapologetic precision and I love that!

25. Matched Set by astolat (2016, E, 5.7k)

One of my faves by the genius astolat, this is a perfect mix of hot size kink, A+ dirty talk and a brilliant and nuanced plot showing how Harry navigates his post-war reality. A must-read!

26. Teeth by @amelior8or (2020, E, 6k)

This fic is an emotional rollercoaster and goes from light-hearted and casual to vulnerable and tender in a second. Hot and intimate feat scorching wall sex, gut-punching lines and enthusiastic consent🔥

27. Born Slippy by @dracoladon (2020, E, 8.3k)

My favorite clubbing fic ever, clever and sensual, a master class in UST including the drunk haze confusion and panty kink as a treat! I can’t even talk about this fic without blushing 😳

28. The Page Eleven Wars by fireflavored (2010, E, 8.5k)

Competitive boys fighting for dominance both in bed and at the gossip column’s first page This is peak enemies to lovers: witty banter, hot smut screaming switching rights and feisty stubborn idiots finally getting over their asses.

29. The Things They Never Say by @bixgirl1 (2017, E, 9k)

Angry porn with (many) feels, this feels like a punch to the solar plexus. The explosive Drarry chemistry gives way to something quieter and gentler and full of longing, ugh but it aches so good. Absolutely exquisite!

30. Sweet Indulgence by @the-sinking-ship (2020, E, 10k)

The title says it all; this is a lush and charming read, with chaotic but nuanced Draco pining over authoritative, edgy Harry 😳 steaming pent up tension that culminates in glorious semi-public smut, is your body ready?

CONTEMPLATIVE/SOFT ANGST

31. Sharing a Pack by sugar_screw (2016, E, 2.7k)

A fully fleshed-out love story in less than 3k, with complex characters and powerful feels. Raw, poignant and unbelievably romantic.

32. Still Life by orphan_account (2019, M, 3k)

A superb and gut-punching story where Harry realizes all the little things that make Draco so very different from him - and falls in love anyway. Powerful in its simplicity and concise elegance.

33. Harmony (Left-Handed Melody Remix) by mindabbles (2010, M, 5.8k)

Draco finds his way post-war and Harry meets him in the middle. Aching and bittersweet but also hopeful, with a delicious side of coconut cake, Harry in black robes and Romeo & Juliet as soundtrack.

34. Let Me Have You and I'll Let You Save Me by Frayach (2012, M, 6k)

Enemies to lovers deluxe version! Come and feast on this original narrative, amazingly clever, rich and detailed, telling us an unlikely but inevitable love story.

35. A Pain of Our Choosing by @lqtraintracks (2020, E, 6k)

Broken boys fucking through their issues and healing together during the post-war is so my jam! A+ LQT goodness, this fic is evocative and quietly devastating, but full of feels and hope.

36. Our Little Life by @tackytigerfic (2020, M, 7k)

I’ve screamed about this brilliant fic recently; inventive, poignant and utterly romantic, this fic shows all the ways in which Harry and Draco find each other across space and time.

37. the keys to your kingdom by thistle_verse (2016, E, 7.5k)

A beautiful love story packing an impressive amount of character, conflict and emotion. We are invited to witness as work partners Harry and Draco finally take a leap of faith and grow out of their casual arrangement.

38. Clear As Mud by scoradh (2005, M, 9.8k)

Subtle and heart-wrenching, the sharp and clever narrative creates fascinating dynamics between this brilliantly written Draco and poor oblivious Harry trying to make sense out of it. An all-time fave. Cw: infidelity (not Drarry).

39. fine i'll hold my breath / til i forget it's complicated by teatrolley (2015, E, 10k)

Fucks buddies gone wrong but make it soft so we get to watch as pining Draco patiently waits for Harry to get the memo. Sweet and intimate, with lots of late night talks and comfortable silence.

40. Tidings of Comfort series by @blamebrampton (2012, G, 10k)

Quietly cathartic and atmospheric, this fic is a poignant balm to the soul; such a beautiful tone, such lovely interactions! A must-read for those who enjoy church settings, honest talks and redeemed Draco. All-time fave.

[renjifascinator]

Renji hate starts with every new bleach update it seems😤ಠ_ಠ. IR fanarts will come, that's inevitable and alright. But this is crossing the line. Whenever I see a Renji hate post, it breaks my heart. Please ship your ship happily as you usually do but why all the hatred towards him even after all this time?

#1: They hate Renji so much that they cannot stand him being taller than Ichigo. As if height decides the worth and personality of a person, especially a man😐.

#2: How is Renji moronic and doesn't have intellect like Ichigo?

Him and Ichigo are both different and that's ok. Someone who survived Inuzuri, got awesome grades at academy, got into Aizen's squad, survived 11th and became 6th seat, became Byakuya's vice captain and his brother-in-law and arguably the strongest lieutenant all under 40 years is not a brainless moron. Very few people reach at that level. He is a clumsy dork and that is ok and so is Ichigo. And lets not get into the argument that Ichigo is smarter so he deserves Rukia😒🙄

#3: Why are you people so petty hypocrites? You guys have no problem sympathizing with Ulquiora or Nnoitra? One was creepy af and other was a misogynist. Its Kubo's potrayal and its justified as they are villains.

How is Renji a misogynist?? Please explain. He doesn't crib that his wife is richer than him, has a very close male companion, is a gotei 13 captain, etc. On the contrary, he always supports her and is overjoyed of her achievements and proud of her. He was never jealous around Ichigo after SS arc. How many men can do that?

#4: Rukia was forced to marry him because of Byakuya? Last time I checked, the Renruki light novel, showed them dating for three years and marrying each other out of their consent. In the epilogue, Ichigo wants to ask Orihime out. Even after all the seperation and pain, Rukia forgave Renji and allowed him to court her. She chose him during the peaceful time not Ichigo. Rukia is hard to read but she has feelings as well.

#5: He rapes his wife and daughter? 🙄🙄😒😒😒😒wtf

What burns your ass when Kubo potrays him having a happy married life with his wife and daughter? He and his wife Rukia are mutually happy with each other and had a lovely daughter as their wish. Its not like Ichigo is in darkness or in perpetual rain over that. He also has a happy family with Orihime and Kazui.

#6: They cant stand the fact that his daughter considers him her favourite person in the world. They make her favour Ichigo over her dad and 'cuck him' and if not, Ichika has no right to exist¯\_ಠ_ಠ_/¯(@_@).

#7: What is this practice of calling him a loser or a cuck whenever he talks to Ichigo about his wife? How does that validate your ship? Oh yes they also say that he doesn't mind this because he has accepted this. There is a difference in self respect and self confidence. ಠ_ಠಠ_ಠಠ_ಠಠ_ಠ

#8: Both wife and daughter should leave him for no fault of his own and go to Ichigo? Doesn't that make Rukia and Ichika look like scumbags? Even Ichigo should do the same to his family. Basically they want to prove that Rukia and Ichigo are immature teenagers who have raging hormones and boners to prove their great scumbag attitude.

#9: Great fanarts where Ichigo and Rukia are committing adultery front of his crestfallen face just to torture him again and again. I m sure Ichigo and Rukia aren't that insensitive. Why do you have to assassinate the characters of your main pair? According to them, he shouldn't even be in their friends circle. Has he done something so unholy?

(ノ｀Д´)ノ彡┻━┻

#10: He doesn't respect Rukia's space and obsessed over her. If she had ended up with Ichigo, he would have not respected that and would have still been angry at them and never would have moved on. What is he? A child? 😒😒 If Rukia chose Ichigo, he would have let her go. Even the you can't remove him from her life since they are childhood friends. He would have definitely moved on eventually.😌👍

#11: He isolated her during academy🙂

He tried to meet her as much as possible. Its not his fault that she couldn't keep up with the curriculum and felt isolated. He was trying to move ahead so that he could manage a better life for both of them. Everyone learns differently and at their own pace. Its not her fault either nor she deserved loneliness. Its understandable that she will feel they were drifting apart.

#12: He let her go😤😐

If your best friend/crush gets adopted by a huge influential and political family, even if you are self confident, could you really stop them? What if they make life difficult for your friend? Would you be able to forgive yourself?

He didn't keep contact?

Because he couldn't. She was royalty now. Contact with commoners is forbidden unless the nobility says so. Plus she considered it a rejection/end of their friendship. So she didn't ask for him either even after the etiquette training she underwent for being a noble. Her rage and sadness is understandable and plus Byakuya was treating her like shit. But ofc this snob is forgiven.

#14: He took Rukia to his death and was abusive😑😠

Imagine if your former friend whom you secretly wish the best has been arrested for forfeiting basic responsibility. Also your job is on the line. What are you going to do? I agree that he wasn't having control over his emotions. Holding her neck and hitting her on the pole wasn't the right thing to do. If she was really hurt or being choked, she wouldn't have been able to shout. Also, he has never been abusive towards her. Yes sometimes he tends to forget their size difference in his excitement. That is his folly. Otherwise, he has never hit her even as children. That is not abuse. Rukia gets him back at that. Rukia sometimes hits her frnds. Isn't that abusive as well then?😒

Also wasn't Byakuya even more keen than him to ensure that she dies by hook or crook? Just because of some promise he made to his family. I don't feel like giving him a clean chit because of that weak excuse of a promise to Hisana causing Rukia personal and professional setbacks. Didn't we see that Renji never wanted to kill her? He entrusted her to the Kuchikis thinking she will have a better life and now her own brother is hell bent on killing her. Did no one see the shock, guilt and determination to save her on his face when she was actually going to be killed? He almost died to save her? Didn't that make up for everything?

After SS arc, both mended their relationship with Rukia. Both had a great relationship henceforth. But why always Byakuya is given clean chit? ¯\_ಠ_ಠ_/¯ಠಿ_ಠ

Ship your ship in peace and don't spread hate against Tite Kubo, Renji and Orihime. If you don't like it, move on and watch different anime.

[nanamikeento]

‘tis the damn season - part ii

gif by @pcdrospascals​​

Pairing: Frankie Morales x female!reader

Summary: A year after getting back together with Frankie, you get a lovely surprise.

a/n: requested by anon!! i hope you like it!!!

warnings: pregnancy related topics and food mentions

word count: 1.6k

masterlist | part i

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Frankie opens the door to his house and the smell of dinner immediately reaches his nose. He smiles as his daughter runs to his encounter, a Wonder Woman tiara hanging from her head.

“Daddy, come!” She takes his hand and starts pulling him towards the kitchen, “Mommy, he's here! Dad's home!”

You're finishing setting the table when Isabella barges her way to the kitchen, pulling Frankie by the hand.

“Can we have the cookies now?” She asks, lacing her fingers together to beg you.

“How about after dinner?” You suggest, as you walk to Frankie and give him a kiss on the lips. He frowns confused at you as Isabella whines and slumps her shoulders.

“But you said when daddy came home…”

“I know, honey, but if you eat them now, you're going to ruin your appetite,” you tell her as you kneel to be on her height, “Remember what I told you what we need nutrients for?”

“To grow big and strong!” She exclaims, trying to flex her muscles, “Like Wonder Woman!”

“Exactly!” You exclaim back and look at Frankie whose adoring eyes are watching you. But as soon as his eyes leave yours, he looks back at his surroundings, eyeing the kitchen with a frown on his face. The counter is filled with batches of your famous sugar cookies, some already decorated, some fresh out of the oven. Some are even missing from the trays.

“Christmas cookies?” He asks you, “In January?

You just sigh, snaking your arms through his shoulders and wrapping them around his neck, “I may have gone overboard, but I wanted to make tonight special.”

“Why?” He smiles at you as you press your body against his.

Shrugging, you let go of him, being as cryptic as you can, “You’ll see.”

The three of you sit down for dinner, Isabella tells about her day in school with excitement and Frankie indulges in the conversation, encouraging her to keep talking as they eat.

“Do you want to try the tomato today?” You ask her, stabbing a slice of tomato with your fork and showing it to her. The little girl pouts and shakes her head.

“I don’t like tomato,” she says matter of factly.

“I know, but… Just one slice?” You insist, “Look, daddy’s eating too!”

Isabella looks at Frankie who’s watching the scene unfold as he nods, showing her the tomatoes on his plate. She seems to think for a moment and then caves in, allowing you to slip a slice of tomato on her plate.

Before you came back to his life, Frankie couldn’t manage his time right. Isabella would stay with a babysitter after school and even then she wouldn’t eat a proper dinner, contenting herself with frozen food every night. When you moved in with them, you started cooking healthy meals and teaching her how to eat healthier. Frankie’s heart warms at the thought, both him and Bella were lost before you. You’re such a great mom to her, it makes him love you even more.

After dinner, Frankie helps you clear the table, putting the dirty plates in the sink and moving to wash them. Your hands come to hold his as soon as he turns the faucet on, making him look at you, confused.

“We have a surprise for you,” you say with a soft voice, turning the faucet off and gently pulling him back to the dinner table. On top of it, there's a package, wrapped up in Christmas wrapping paper.

“Is it my birthday?” He jokes, sitting back down on his seat.

“Well, consider this a late Christmas gift.” You sit beside him as Isabella runs to sit on your lap, sugar cookies already in hands, “Read the card first.”

Frankie chuckles as he takes the card from the top of the box and opens it to read it.

'Tis not the damn season anymore, but Santa has one more present for you.

He smiles, biting his lower lip as he tears the wrapping paper and opens the box without ceremony. Inside, he sees some of your cookies on top of the paper strips that fill the empty space on the box and under all that, there's something wrapped in tissue paper. Frankie takes the plastic stick and unwraps it.

Then, the smile drops from his face. He looks at you with wide eyes and finds you smiling expectantly at him.

“Does this mean–” He chokes out, feeling tears watering his eyes, “You're–” He shows you the pregnancy test with two blue lines on it.

“Yes,” you tell him before he can't finish, “Yes, Frankie, I'm pregnant.”

Frankie lets out a sob, letting the tears roll down his cheeks as he covers his face with his hands. You grab his shoulder with a hand, rubbing your thumb on the fabric of his shirt.

“Daddy?” Isabella's worried voice reaches both of your ears, “What's wrong?”

“Nothing–” He tries to speak, “I’m just–”

“Daddy is just too happy,” you explain, looking at her, “he can't contain himself.”

“Why?”

“Because, peanut,” Frankie chimes in leaning to press his lips on her forehead, “you're going to be a big sister!”

Isabella gasps, her little eyes widening, “What?! Really?!”

You laugh as Frankie gives you a kiss on the lips; you taste the salty tears on his lips, and he stands you evolve his girls in a tight hug.

“Really, honey,” he says, after letting you both go, and taking Bella in his arms, “aren’t you excited?”

“Yes, I am!” She nearly screams, making you both laugh.

Bed time seemed impossible tonight. The excitement and the sugar in Isabella’s system make her stay awake past her usual bedtime and, even when sleep finally hits her, she tries to fight it, playing with her toys until almost midnight. Thankfully, tomorrow is a Saturday and you hope she’ll sleep in for once.

With a sigh, you lay on the bed, beside Frankie after a long night of celebrating. You both stare at the ceiling in silence for a moment, smiles on your faces, hearts beating strongly. When you took the pregnancy test and found out it was positive, you were scared for a moment. You and Frankie have been engaged for three months only and you were afraid he’d freak out with the news. But his reaction made everything better.

And it’s not like it’s too soon to have a baby. You and Frankie might have been separated for ten years, but, deep down, you’ve always known you were meant to be together. You were meant to have a family.

“How do you feel?” He asks, taking your hand in his.

“Excited.” You smile, rolling your head to face him, “How do you feel? Knowing you’ll be a dad of two now?”

“Scared.” He admits with a laugh. You squeeze his hand, lacing your fingers together and bringing it to your lips.

“You’re gonna do great, Frankie. You raised Isabella on your own and she turned out great.” You assure him.

“Yeah, but it’s different now.” His voice is soft, “You’re here now.”

Your heart clutches as you remember what you’ve heard about Isabella’s mom. While you’ve never deeply talked about it with Frankie, you know he’s sensitive about the subject. So you try to change the subject.

“Do you think I’ll be a good mom?” you say quietly, in the dark.

Frankie rolls over to face you, “You’re already a good mom.” He reminds you, “You’re a great mom, what are you talking about?”

When you moved into Morales’ house, Isabella ended up becoming your daughter and you were surprisingly okay with it. You've loved that girl pretty much ever since you met her, she's caring and funny just like her dad. How could you not love a piece of Frankie?

“She told me she loved me today.” Your voice is even quieter than before as you roll to your side to look at him. His eyes widen and his smile grows wider, “When I found out I was pregnant, I started crying and she came to my rescue.” You smile at the memory, “She said, ‘Mommy, don't cry, I love you.’”

Frankie laughs softly and hooks an arm behind your lower back, pulling you against his chest. His lips touch your forehead as you bury your face on his neck, inhaling his scent deeply. You'll never get sick of it, of him. You couldn't be more grateful that you decided to stay.

“I'll never leave you, Francisco,” you tell him, all of a sudden. Your voice is muffled by the skin of his neck, but he feels the vibration of it on him. His heart leaps, beating fast with affection and adoration, “I'll never leave you or Bella or the baby, okay?”

Oh.

He wasn't thinking about it, he really wasn't. The way Isabella's mother abandoned her, leaving Frankie with a fresh new baby to care all by himself was awful. He felt lost, betrayed, heartbroken. But he healed. He raised Bella to be a wonderful kid and he did his best to make sure she knew she was loved. And then you came into his life again and everything became even better. He knows you, he knows you're not going to leave him again. That's how much he trusts you.

“Okay,” he eventually answers, pressing a kiss on your hair and rubbing your back gently, “I love you so much, mi vida.”

“I love you too, mi alma.”

Eventually, both of your breathings even out as you fall asleep in each other's arms, like it was always meant to be.

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